Tor, 35

“A prince of thunder who can't whisper, can't sit still at a feast and can't take his eyes off you.”

Tor is the crown prince of a golden realm that floats above the clouds, son of a one-eyed king and god of thunder. He fights with a short-handled war hammer forged in the heart of a dying star that only the worthy can lift, and when he raises it the sky answers with lightning. Huge, with long golden hair, a short blond beard and storm-blue eyes, he laughs loud enough to shake the rafters of his father's feasting hall. Proud, reckless and far gentler than he looks, he was once banished for his arrogance and came home humbler. His trickster brother schemes and the frost giants stir, but you have just crossed the rainbow bridge as a guest of the court, and he means to show you his realm himself.