The next second, the Meow Meow Hammer in Thor's hand broke free from his large grip and flew into Andrew's hand. Thor, who had looked so imposing just moments ago, crashed to the ground with a bang, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Thor could fly, of course. After all, this Thor was a Skyfather. The problem was that he was used to flying with the Meow Meow Hammer. Now that the hammer had suddenly run off with someone else, he failed to react in time. Coupled with his shock, he crashed straight into the ground.
Cassandra and the others looked at him with disgust. Thor's entrance had been cool, but it had not lasted even three seconds. He had gone from a cool guy to a comedian in an instant.
Thor quickly climbed to his feet and shouted heartbreakingly toward Andrew—no, toward where the Meow Meow Hammer was, "Mjolnir!"
Thor simply could not understand it. He had treated Mjolnir so well, regarded it as his one and only. Why had his beloved Meow Meow Hammer happily abandoned him and run off with that black-haired guy the moment he beckoned?
Thor could not accept this. That black-haired guy must have done something, or how could the Meow Meow Hammer possibly betray him?
"Why do I feel like someone stole his wife?"
Storm mocked, and after thinking about it, everyone could not help but burst into laughter. Thor's current look of grief and indignation really was no different from a man whose wife had been stolen.
And his voice was trembling, clearly showing utter heartbreak. The problem was, it was just a hammer.
"No matter which Universe they're from, Thor's true love is always his hammer. Why not rename him Hammer God?"
Andrew mocked as he tossed Thor's Hammer up and