I can just picture Macbeth and Thor chatting until Thor lets slip that he’s not only a king, but a god:
Macbeth: (Addresses an invisible audience off to the side:)
—Our fears in Thor
Stick deep; and in his royalty of nature
Reigns that which would be fear’d: ‘tis much he dares;
And, to that dauntless temper of—
Thor: Excuse me, but to whom doth thou speakest?
Macbeth: (turning to Thor) Excuse me.
Thor: A thousand pardons.
Macbeth: (turning back to the invisible audience)
And, to that dauntless temper of his mind,
He hath a wisdom that doth guide his valor
To act in safety. There is none but he
Whose being I do fear: and, under him,
My Genius is rebuked…
Rather than so, come fate into the list.
And champion me to the utterance! Who’s there!
Thor: It is still I…
Macbeth: Oh, yes. Right. Well, good sir, farewell until we meet again…
Thor walks away
Macbeth: (addressing the invisible audience)
Away, and mock the time with fairest show:
False face must hide what—
Thor (from afar): I can still hear you.
Macbeth: Goodbye, dear friend!