smartass_captain

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The big warrior is imposing as all hell, though Stratos manages not to look overly impressed- he just blinks like a fool for a minute, because there's an incredible cognitive dissonance to seeing the very image of a Nord warrior boom a challenge for a contest of... magic?

"Well, that's unexpected," he mutters, though he inclines his head to Thor as Jim introduces them. He can feel magic hanging around the man, a slumbering cloud of potential- even before the name snaps into place. Felix warned him about the gods visiting this place. The twinge of wariness in his expression is followed by a confused look at Jim, pressing a glass back into his hand and carrying right on with the conversation. Of course the captain isn't concerned about this at all. Felix warned him about that, too.

He's here now, though, and frowning as he follows along with Jim's explanation. His very insistent plea for help. Gods, why do both his little brothers know exactly how to make that face?

"I can try and help," he says cautiously, looking back at Thor, then at the hammer thoughtfully. "It will depend on the nature of the enchantment if nothing else. I can alter reality so as to change the intrinsic weight of an object." He sips the drink Jim gave him- is this whiskey? It's surprisingly pleasant for all it burns his throat, and his confidence is somewhat bolstered when he adds, "That much would be easy enough."