Thor thought he was waking from a dream. He'd imagined himself a Prince of Asgard having wild adventures, but what use would Asgard have for two princes? It made far more sense that he was nothing more than what he seemed - the son of a tavern-keeper, stabling horses, carrying heavy loads of firewood, and passing out the ale amidst roaring laughter. One of the kitchen maids seemed sweet on him and he made sure to smile at her whenever he passed. Soon, in the normal way of things, they would be wed, and he would inherit his father's tavern and start training his own children to inherit it from himself in turn, but he was in no hurry. He was happy as he was.