He had been inside for less than ten seconds.
The RV door was banged open from outside, and Thor charged in out of the pouring rain, looking as though he had caught someone in bed with his lover. His eyes locked onto Yang Bo, who had just sat down, and he demanded without a hint of courtesy:
"Where's my hammer?"
Yang Bo: ???
What was with that self-righteous attitude?
"It doesn't have your name engraved on it!"
He took Mjolnir out of his backpack and made a show of examining the patterns on it before adding quietly:
"If you say it's your hammer, call out to it. See if it answers!"
When Yang Bo had put the hammer down earlier, he had kept Thor from seeing him do it. Thor still thought it had simply fallen there.
At Yang Bo's words, Thor immediately held out his hand and shouted, "Mjolnir!"
Mjolnir did not budge.
"Mjolnir."
Thor's voice was starting to crack. It was as though his girlfriend had fallen into another man's arms, leaving him to call her name from afar, pleading for her to change her mind and come back to him.
Yang Bo deliberately opened his hand to show that he was not holding Mjolnir in place. As he watched Thor gradually fall apart, his smile grew brighter.
"Thor, god of thunder, if you're claiming this is your hammer, you should at least provide some proof, shouldn't you? Or do the gods of Asgard refuse to listen to reason?"
With a flick of his hand, Mjolnir flipped up and down twice in his grasp before Yang Bo put it back into his backpack.
Looking at the vacant-eyed Thor, Yang Bo said to Jane, whose face was full of concern, "Pour him a cup of coffee first. Looks like