smartass_captain

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Thor beams proudly at him, though he had little to do with the hammer's actual construction. "Solid uru, forged by th' dwarves in the heart of a dying star. Can't find a bett'r weapon anywhere."

He leans back in his seat as the young captain examines the hammer, possibly a little closer than is warranted. But he's not that worried. Really. In the years since Odin enchanted the hammer, only two others have ever been worthy to lift it. And despite what his human friends think - or had thought, for those no longer in the realm of the living - being a good person is only one small part of worthiness, as Mjolnir sees it.

Okay, he's a little uncertain. Two in ten years is a lot, really.

But he's not playing for high stakes this time, and he can't help the grin when he sees Kirk pull on the handle and move it precisely nowhere. Oh, he is regretting not having a phone now, because this would be an excellent photo. The look on his face!

Thor laughs out loud and slaps the table. "'s only as heavy as it needs to be."