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Thor had a very specific taste, curvy and voluptuous. These types of women paraded by his bed almost daily without him making the slightest effort, they offered themselves to him when he blew them a kiss or winked at them. So, when it was announced to him that he had to marry Loki Laufeyson, prince of Jötunheim, to make a peace agreement; he was not happy. The jötun were absolutely beyond his standard of beauty.
First of all, they surpassed him by a lot in height, which would be one of the many complications when consummating the marriage. They had blue skin that burned to the touch and worst of all, there were no women, goodbye to breasts. Of course he let his father know when he was unhappy, it didn't help him at all. Odin made it very clear to him that there was no room to protest, that's why he was there, at the entrance to the palace waiting for Jötunheim's envoys; Allfather kept his impassive face, Frigga showed a radiant smile, and Thor...Thor wanted to run away.