[ Crickets do awkward night gigs, babies exercise vocals on planes, long nails make sweet, passionate love with blackboards — and Thor inflicts horror on the ears by repeatedly smashing his bracelet with a large metal object. At some point, presumably because the hammer-of-doom-meets-hapless-accessory action gets very old, very fast, Mjölnir is set aside to reveal its mumbling owner. ]

...the field-drummer does better work.

[ Louder now: ]

To all who hear: shed weapons where you have taken them, lower flags where they've been raised. Call back your armies and free your captives. I carry the word of Asgard's king.

[ A pause, then slowly... ]

There is no war - no threat - no enemy. You have known lies and sorcery. Asgard is at peace.

[ And just in case you missed it: another lovely BAM to mark the hammer-bracelet romance. ]

You have the sworn say of Thor, son to Odin and bound arm to Mjölnir: Asgard is at peace.