God of Hammers

"I understand that if you want to hit people, you first have to learn how to take a beating. But what does that have to do with controlling thunder? Getting struck by lightning won't turn me into Thor!"

Thor felt that Russell harbored ill intent. It was not because he had gotten smarter, but because Russell's intentions were so obvious that even an idiot could see them.

Russell looked Thor straight in the eye and said seriously, "Thor, getting struck by lightning really can turn you into Thor. My power to control thunder was blasted out of me."

"I'm different. I can't do it!" Thor shook his head repeatedly. With his current mortal body, two strikes would turn him into charcoal.

"No, others might not be able to, but you definitely can. You're Thor!"

As he spoke, Russell picked up Mjolnir from beside him and said solemnly, "What do you think Mjolnir is? A symbol of Thor?"

"Isn't it?"

"You couldn't be more wrong!"

Bang!

Russell swung the hammer down in frustration. "Asgardians have lifted Mjolnir before, but none of them earned the title of Thor. Only you were called Thor. Why?"

Thor clutched the swelling on his head and grimaced. "Who are these Asgardians you're talking about? Other than my father, who else was there? Why don't I know about them?"

Russell automatically ignored Thor's question and said earnestly, "Thor, the hammer is just a tool. It may have the power to let someone control thunder, but that isn't why you're called Thor."

"Impossible. It was called Mjolnir from the day I was born!"

Bang!

Russell backhanded him with the hammer again and continued, "I told you, it's just a tool. If you obsess over a hammer, then you're a hammer. No, you're the God of Hammers."

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