Disclaimer: I don't own Thor. Doesn't sue me, please.
Manners had never come easy for Thor. They were a huge pain and it was much easier to summon some lightning so the mortals could worship him as a god. It was much easier that way when they waited on him hand a foot till he would run off to a glorious battle. And yet… here he was. He'd spent a few weeks in the trailer, learning these manners, learning to serve, learning what was okay to say or do and what was not. Some of it he could understand. You couldn't just punch a guy in the face just because you didn't like him. That would be against mortal laws and was called assault and battery. You couldn't just walk in the middle of the street because that was for cars. You couldn't just demand that people do what you want because they have free will. Then there was some of that other stuff. No smashing? He'd spent his whole life smashing. Sure, he'd done a lot of bad smashing but he'd done some good smashing too. None was just unheard of. It was like not breathing or not having mead. Of course, mead was pretty hard to find here in Midgard but they had some other very nice beverages. Those "boilermakers" were alright even if they were a little weak. Rum was better and those Legal Everclears… Asgard needed those.
Despite all this, here he was, sitting in that same diner with Jane Foster, Eric Selvig, and Darcy, learning manners. Were it not for these people, he would have stayed in his usual warrior like ways and wouldn't have even considered doing so much as passing the syrup to anyone aside his father or mother. Even if it was Loki, he'd have just told his brother to reach over and grab the syrup himself. But he was different now. Through blood, sweat, and tears, he'd had these manners drilled into him and he was ready to show what he'd learned. Or so he thought. Out of pure habit, he downed the cappuccino in his hand in one gulp. Jane got up to stop him but it was too late.
"I like this! ANOTHER!"
There was a crash and the mug shattered into a million pieces. There was silence for a few seconds and Thor's head met the table. Just five minutes in, his old habit had kicked in. The mugs in Asgard were so much more durable. He just kept forgetting that these ceramics just weren't built the same. He was given a rather rude snap back to reality as the waitress batted him with her broom a few times in frustration before Jane got the situation under control. This hadn't been the first time that he'd smashed mugs out of habit here. It was probably closer to the 20th or so.
"I'm sorry, Sir. Please just try to refrain from breaking more mugs in the future.
Taking a deep breath, Thor apologized and recovered, feeling a little better. Still, he wanted that drink.
"Thank you, Ma'am, may I have another?"
Everyone in the diner that hadn't been staring at them certainly was now.
"This is going on Facebook. Smile!"
And there went Darcy again. Eric Selvig just shook his head.
Note for those who don't know what Legal Everclear is, it is 75% alcohol or something like that. Really strong liquor.