Don't believe in no-win scenarios

It won't be the first time a human has had a bit of difficulty adjusting to the more advanced ways of Knowing that Asgard has cultivated across it's millennia of existence. To understanding the marriage of science and magic that a people have built on so much more literally than Jim's own union to a Nirnish conjurer here and now. The captain won't make any signs of moving though he does jerk back in his seat (and slosh his whiskey over his sleeve and the table in doing so) when Strombreaker flies dramatically into the scene.

"What is--???" Jim can't even finish slurring out the question before Thor is gone in a seizure warning of light. Along with the chair. Huh.

That sure is a thing that happened.

He's just got his glass carefully refilled so he can sip at it again when Thor comes back in the same dramatic fashion and Jim nearly spills his drink again. He swears in vehement Andorain mixed with old Russian for several seconds as he shakes the bit of drink off his hands before shutting up to watch the hammer THUD! onto the table.

Now, the tables are sturdy. But they're not the carved oak Nirnish masterpieces the food is spread out on. They're finds from the Nexus and thus much more flimsy by comparison. If this hammer was Truly so mighty and heavy, shouldn't it have broken the table? Jim has no doubts Thor himself could break it if he had a mind to. But nor is the hammer placed in the Center of the table. And yet the table doesn't tip.

Surely it can only be So Heavy.

"That's it?" Jim at the very least doesn't sound unimpressed. Just very, very confused.