Watching Thor, who was even more eye-searing than the opening ceremony of the Paris Olympics, Sherlock felt a little guilty aside from the physical discomfort.
The reason was simple. After getting past the initial nausea, retching, and visual assault, Sherlock suddenly realized that Thor ending up like this probably had something to do with him.
Back when Sherlock had finished analyzing Mjolnir, he had found several runes and alchemical arrays on the hammer's handle that stood out strangely. No matter what he did, he could not figure out what those runes and arrays were for.
Left with no choice, when he altered Mjolnir's appearance, Sherlock casually adjusted those runes and alchemical arrays to make them look more pleasing.
The result was obvious. Sherlock now understood exactly what those seemingly abrupt and discordant alchemical arrays were for.
They were fucking meant for forging and enchanting Thor's armor after his transformation!
Thor's current outfit did match the bird-headed hammer Mjolnir had become, and it was much easier on the eyes. But damn it, this outfit was on Thor, a burly brute!
If anyone else wearing this outfit had been a woman, Sherlock would have looked at her appreciatively. But on Thor? Sorry, aside from being eye-searing, Sherlock truly could not find a single word that fit the situation.
Fortunately, eye-searing as it was, Mjolnir was still Mjolnir. Thor, who was currently still more of a hammer god, was indeed completely different with Mjolnir in hand than without it.
The look was a little eye-searing, but his combat power definitely was not. He soon became locked in an even fight with the Destroyer Armor.
Sherlock still had not made a move. He merely hid in the shadows with Doro, observing the Destroyer Armor's every movement.
The reason he had not acted yet was