She lowered her head, pretending to examine the hammer carefully, and brought her lips close to its head, rapidly murmuring a new spell in a barely audible voice.
"Except for Thor Odinson," Hermione said in a voice only she could hear, "everyone else is worthy of lifting you."
Once she was done, she looked up and set the hammer on the table in front of her with a thunk, then grinned at Thor. "You said you could lift it too? Go on, show me."
Thor had been fretting over how to get his hammer back from Hermione. Seeing her put it down of her own accord, he was overjoyed.
"Of course!" Without a second thought, he lunged forward and gripped the handle with both hands, swearing to himself that he would never let anyone touch his precious hammer again!
Then he heaved upward!
The hammer did not budge.
Huh?
Thor froze for a moment, assuming he had been too excited to apply his strength properly.
He adjusted his stance, took a deep breath, and pulled hard again!
The hammer still did not budge, remaining firmly stuck to the tabletop.
"..." The smile on Thor's face instantly froze.
He stared in disbelief at his hands wrapped around the handle, then at the hammer resting quietly on the table. His mind buzzed, then went blank.
What was going on?
I... I couldn't lift it anymore?
My hammer... no longer recognized me?!
Watching Thor's stiff expression, Hermione deliberately tilted her head and said innocently, "Looks like Mjolnir thinks you're no longer worthy. Going by what you said earlier, I seem to be its sole heir now?"
"No! That's impossible!" Thor finally snapped out of his shock. Refusing to believe it, he tightened his grip on the handle again, veins bulging in his arms