7th bolt

[richtighammer]

((Action, 1124 Taylor Rd; open to family, anyone passing by, and anyone within earshot))

[Thor finds the package on the doorstep on his way out the door in the morning, lying innocuously enough beside the recently-reappeared stoop. Instantly thoughts of getting to work on time leave his mind, and he bends to pick it up, a fierce smile breaking

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[boostedfailure]

[Mike knows all about mythical weapons and stuff, he once saw someone try and steal Excalibur and still has the scars to prove it, so he shakes his head and clears his throat]

Hey... You wanna take a break from that and get a beer or something? It'll probably still be there afterwards and dealing with magic weapons is a lot easier after you've had a few.

[richtighammer]

[Thor's hand flies from the hammer, and he whirls to face the first intruder on his shame with rage burning in his eyes.]

Leave it? Leave it for Mayfield to steal back from me? No! I will wait here until they come for it - I will wait for them, and they will pay for what they have done to my hammer!

[boostedfailure]

Well, I know my suit has components, uh... Did you er, need stuff to swing it around back home? I really don't know much about magic stuff.

[richtighammer]

[Thor pauses.]

...

[Understanding dawns. He lets out a bellow to shake the rafters of his house; a lesser man might have kicked the hammer.]

But why?! Is it the way of Mayfield to bestow such useless reward!? The town makes mockery of my sacrifice!

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup happens to be nearby when Thor lets out his almighty shout, and he makes his way over to find out what's going on.

He sees Thor.

He sees the hammer.

It's pretty easy to put two and two together.]

Oh no...

[richtighammer]

[Thor is still hauling away, sweat standing out on his forehead, grunting with completely useless effort. His hands, when he finally lets go of the handle and steps back with a frustrated growl, are covered in angry blisters.

He sees Hiccup out of the corner of his eye and looks up. His eyes narrow and he growls, his breath still short with exertion--]

What do you want, boy?

[worstvikingever]

[Hiccup holds up his hands.]

Nothing! I just...

[He was going to say "I'm sorry about the hammer" but he realizes just in time that it would probably be a bad thing to say. Thor isn't exactly the type to take sympathy well.]

Um...

[So what does he say?]

May I look at Mjolnir?

[...okay maybe not the right thing to say, but he can't help it. He has always wanted to get a look at the legendary hammer and now it's right there.]

[richtighammer]

[Thor gives his hammer a glare of mixed disgust, anger, and frustrated longing. His voice, when he speaks, is still low and dangerous.]

Aye. Come and look. It would seem all that Mayfield wishes done with it.

[He wipes a sweaty hand against his leg and almost manages not to wince. A moment's rest, and he'll try again. Just a moment.]

[nosoul_nomind]

[Oh. She remembers this guy from the zombie invasion. Chariot guy.

Barton leans on the fence and watches him for a moment.]

Need some help?

[richtighammer]

[He doesn't see her for a long moment - when he does, he steps back quickly, as though trying to hide what he was doing. It's simply too shameful a thing to be caught doing, failing to lift his own hammer.]

You think you could help me in this? Save your breath for an offer less useless! What could you do?

[nosoul_nomind]

[She frowns, and takes this as a challenge. Barton hops the fence and walks over. She's got her telekinesis just for this sort of thing.]

I got some tricks up my sleeve. You think I'm useless just cuz I'm small? Cuz I'm a girl?

[richtighammer]

It has naught to do with you!

[...Though, okay, yes, that would normally have something to do with it, but this is a special case.]

Mjolnir is a hammer forged for gods, girl! There is no strength in the nine realms that can lift it unaided, nor magic made to contain its power.

[For all that Mayfield seems to have done it easily enough.]

[adropofjupiter]

[Marisa looks over the fence, twirling a sealed envelope in her fingers.]

So... you don't have your divine strength back enough to pick it up or is it you don't have your actual godhood back, so it's refusing you as its master?

[richtighammer]

[...Neither of these are things that had occurred to Thor. He assumed it was just a trick of Mayfield's. He looks up quickly when Marisa speaks and glowers at her, turning her words over in his mind.

In lieu of greeting, he growls at her:]

And how did you come to know so much about it?

[adropofjupiter]

I read. Books on Norse mythology aren't terribly hard to come across. [except here]

[richtighammer]

[Now is not the time to quibble over the word mythology. Thor eyes the hammer balefully.]

Mjolnir is a mighty weapon, without equal in any of the nine realms. Why should Mayfield return it to me only to mock me with it?

[shapechanger]

Sweet!

[Beast Boy leans out an open window and grins down at his 'dad'.]

I should get my hands on something like that.

[Thor may notice that his kid is bright green, pointy-eared, and fanged.]

[richtighammer]

[Why can Mayfield never do just one ridiculous thing at a time.

Thor lets out a shout of surprise and anger at the sight of the strange green head sticking out the window - of course this attack would come when his weapon lies useless at his fingertips! Completely out of habit, he snatches at the handle to lift it, but succeeds only in nearly pulling off his arm.

Left ineffectual, he can do nothing but bellow.]

Speak, monster! Who are you, and what have you done with the boy?

[shapechanger]

[Monster?! Beast Boy glances around frantically for a few seconds before... ]

Wait, me?!

This... It's just what I look like normally.

[richtighammer]

[Thor squints.]

Has, then, a troll disguised made its home in my hall these weeks?