It was tough. Thor was dripping sweat and in the smallest pair of shorts he could find in Wakanda, it seemed. He was working out like some sort of monster to try and burn off the energy that kept him imprisoned only a few times a year. In a land so new to him, Thor could find a beta or an omega with the change of the wind.

The wind!

The country was so advanced that they had no air pollution, no gases hiding the scents of hundreds - if not thousands, he hadn't done an actual count - of those capable of breeding with him, of wanting to. It was like being locked in a box with all the food in the world, but too hungry to choose.

So instead, Thor was running through the trees, hoping to burn off his energy or find one of the famous rhinoceroses who was just as horny as he was. They'd fight to the death and Thor knew he'd eat out its heart.

Suddenly, the land inclined and shortly after Thor found himself on a small cliff. The waterfall in front of him looked angry. The blue water churned white by the rapids at its top, wisps peeling off as the water fell down over the smoothed rocks.

Backing up, Thor ran at full speed, his feet leaving the ground at the last instant. He sailed outward, weightless for several seconds. He felt peace for a split second before he was diving, body stretching, arms and legs crossing, and the water consumed him.