Seeing that Thor had not picked up the hammer, Coulson showed no surprise at all. In his view, it was normal that no one could lift it.
This man named Thor looked to be in good shape, but there was nothing about him that seemed extraordinary. There was no reason he should be the "chosen one."
So when Jane and the dejected, disheartened Thor returned to him, Coulson looked at Thor and comforted him. "Mr. Thor, it's just that you couldn't lift the hammer. There's no need to be so discouraged. Many people have tried, and no one has been able to lift it so far."
Thor slowly raised his head and glanced at Coulson. If he had heard those words ten minutes earlier, he definitely would have argued back.
He was Thor, Mjolnir's master. The thunder and storms of the Nine Realms answered to his command. How could these Midgard mortals compare to him?
But now, as someone who also could not lift the hammer, he had no desire to argue.
He lowered his head again.
Standing beside him, Jane said to Coulson, "Uh... Agent Coulson, my friend... has a few days like this every month. He didn't mean to ignore you. I hope you won't take offense."
Jane understood the principle of being at someone else's mercy. This was S.H.I.E.L.D.'s territory. If she angered the seemingly good-natured agent in charge, she and Thor, who had already lost his powers, certainly would not have an easy time of it.
Coulson looked at Jane, then at Thor. He had met all kinds of people and did not care about Thor's attitude.
"Since you've tried already, are you heading back now, or would you like to rest here? Lin Hai will come again tomorrow. You can come with him then."
Jane