Thor likes to socialize. He likes to tell jokes, make everyone laugh, to have fun. He's definitely what Natasha calls a 'Party Animal'.

It's a habit of his to go around the room, spreading the laughs and noise until he's sure his hearing is fading.

So when someone else gets a crowd to laugh louder than Thor's, his head cranes to the side until he spots a woman in a (f/c) dress in the center of the pack sipping on champagne.

"Excuse me," Thor says, following the woman as she heads to the bar. "Good evening, my Lady."

She turns, eyebrows raised. "Yes?"

"My name is Thor. I do not believe we have met," He extends his hand forward, and she stares down at it before placing her palm against Thor's. It's only after he lets go of her hand Tony comes striding over, points to the mistletoe hanging from just above them, and happily skips off.

"(Y/n)," she says, placing her hands on his shoulders and kisses him without another word.

For the rest of the night, Thor keeps his mouth shut and watches as (Y/n) goes around the room, spreading the laughter and noise until he's sure her hearing is fading.