“Doth mother know, you weareth her drapes?”

Thor’s face.  That little “are you fucking serious?”, somewhat amused head nod.  It reeks of “fuck you.”  He doesn’t even know who or what Shakespeare is but he’s smart enough to realize he’s being mocked, meanwhile he’s just standing there thinking to himself, “This man of metal mocks me.  He mocks me with this spear of shakes.  As to why one would shake their spear in a park, I know not.  Perhaps it is one of those absurd suggestive remarks mortals make.  How silly of - wait did he just insult me and my mother in the same sentence?!”