I know we all make fun of the “2012 Thor loves pop tarts” thing, but: he’s a prince in a warrior race. Even though they are about being merry and having a lot, Thor probably didn’t get a lot of junk food unless he snuck down to the kitchens. Even then, he was probably chased out or only given tiny treats as most of his diet would be protein and nutritious food.
So Thor definitely goes nuts when he discovers Midgardian snack food and definitely goes a bit overboard at first.
Natasha waved her hand to get them to all quiet down, twisting in her chair to look behind herself before exchanging a look with all of them.
“Is it my imagination or is Thor lost in the pantry?”
“I’m not lost, I’m just- what is all this?” His voice sounded distant- he was in the back of the pantry, which quite frankly, was the twilight zone. Tony hadn’t been back there in months. Years?
“Unless there’s some monster hiding in there I’m going to assume it’s all food.” Tony joked, getting a glare from Natasha.
Clint got up, going to the doorframe and leaning on it. “Thor, buddy, what do we need to explain now?”
There was a loud crinkling sound, and Thor appeared at the door with piles of junk food in his arms. “There’s no merit to this, from what I understand of your ridiculous nutritional labels.”
“That’s why it’s called junk food.”
He just looked at Clint.
“If I was a deity-like being, I’d eat this stuff and nothing else.”
“Clint, you already do that.”
He swung around to give her a look as Thor juggled the bags and boxes in his hands.
“These frosted animal cookies have no merit and won’t help us on the battlefield.”
