Without Thor realizing it, the drinking feast had gone from them drinking with Russell...
To the Warriors Three, Sif, and Russell drinking with him.
Though his drinking capacity was exceptional, he was ultimately outnumbered.
A few hours later, Thor was drunk into unconsciousness.
"Let's call it here for today. Thank you all for your generous hospitality."
Seeing Thor had been drunk unconscious, Russell suggested ending the drinking party.
Though the mead was good, too much of it became somewhat cloying.
"Alright."
Still sober, Sif agreed and got up to usher the others away.
As for Loki, he had disappeared long ago.
Russell had even wondered whether Loki might bring out some treasure in an attempt to win him over.
The Warriors Three were also seven or eight parts drunk. They had to support one another just to remain standing.
Sif, having deliberately kept herself in check, was still able to stay sober.
Once she had steadied herself, Sif supported Thor and prepared to leave.
"Aren't you taking the hammer with you?"
Pointing at Mjolnir, the hammer lying on the ground, Russell stopped them and asked.
Sif turned back and explained, "Other than Thor and the God King, no one can lift Mjolnir. Let's leave it here for now. Once Thor sobers up, he'll summon Mjolnir back himself."
"Is it too heavy? After all, it was forged from the core of a dying star."
Russell asked casually as he reached for the hammer handle.
Russell firmly believed that every spell in the world was an application of energy.
Whether it was that only Thor and Odin could lift it, or that only a person of pure and virtuous heart could do so.
So long as it was an enchantment, it was a type of magic.
Gripping the hammer handle, Russell activated