Three Sentence Ficathon

Thorin Corgishield stares at Thor with a look of befuddlement, obviously communicating, "If you wanted it, why did you throw it away?" He turns his back, showing off his magnificent brioche butt, and silently adds with a whiff of disdain as if the two-legged thing is too stupid to comprehend, "I herd you buffoon; if you want to play 'fetch,' send my imbecilic brother."

With a sigh at the obstinacy of his namesake, Thor finally releases his hold on the collar of the eagerly straining Labrador Retriever who surges forward and returns with a slime-coated Mjolnir for the inevitable tug of war game of "No give, only throw."