The legendary war hammer that symbolized Asgardian royal authority, had weathered a thousand years of bloody battles, and had smashed countless Frost Giants' skulls—
Suddenly shuddered!
Like a cat whose paw had been touched by an iron.
With a buzz, it erupted in blinding arcs of electricity.
Not with the roar of battle, but with a shriek that was almost panicked, fleeing at breakneck speed—
Whoosh—
It plunged straight into Thor's arms, where he was still holding a wineglass and grinning foolishly!
With perfect accuracy.
"Pfft!"
Thor staggered from the sudden "embrace," spilling more than half the wine in his glass.
He instinctively opened his arms and caught the hammer.
His whole body froze.
Even stranger, the runes on the hammer continued to flicker after he caught it.
It gave off tiny, animal-like tremors, pressing tightly against Thor's chest as though seeking shelter.
Dead silence.
An even more complete silence than when Su Ming had appeared.
The dumbstruck guests, the petrified Avengers...
All stared at the "shivering" hammer.
And at Thor, whose expression swiftly changed from bewilderment to humiliated fury.
"Mjolnir???
Odin above!
What are you doing?!
My old friend! My glory! You're clinging to me and trembling???
This is a hundred times more humiliating than someone else lifting you!
Has Thor Odinson's dignity been trampled beneath his own hammer today?!"
Thor's face reddened like a boiled crab. Holding the hammer, he could neither throw it away nor hug it.
His embarrassment was so intense that his toes practically wanted to dig out a palace.
"Uh... ha... hahaha!"
He covered his awkwardness with several bursts of laughter and gave the hammer's handle a hard pat.
"Mjolnir...
It's just a little... uh... shy today!
That's right! Shy!
After all, Su Ming's power...
Is too unique! Hahaha..."
His laughter grew increasingly hollow,