Chicken Thor can live with. Thor's not sure if he can die of alcohol poisoning, but getting drunk is an exercise unto itself. But boredom?

Boredom he cannot abide.

"There's no great evil to battle? No one who needs fighting? No people in need of rescue?"

Thor busts open the second bottle and it occurs to him that maybe for these people, fighting isn't a form of recreation. He should probably be happy not to have to fight anything for awhile, but he's not. Fighting something would be a distraction. Sitting around here twiddling his thumbs wouldn't be.