Yesterday should have been the most glorious moment of Thor's life!
As the Prince of Asgard, he was on the verge of being crowned the new king of this nation. He should have been revered by tens of thousands, receiving floral wreaths sent by maidens, and drinking fine wine to his heart's content with the warriors of the Realm Eternal.
But just as he was about to step onto the pinnacle of his life, that pack of lowly Frost Giants suddenly broke in, attempting to steal the Casket of Ancient Winters.
He rose up to fight back. For the glory of Asgard, and for the majesty of his father—Odin, the All-Father—he personally led a strike force to march upon Jotunheim!
He originally thought this would be the first monumental achievement he would forge upon succeeding the throne. The Nine Realms would sing praises of his beautiful name because of it.
Yet in the end, what he received was a storm of furious scolding right to his face from Odin:
"Your arrogance and stupidity have left innocent people to be ravaged by war!"
"You are unworthy of this kingdom! Unworthy of this power!"
And then, he was exiled from the Realm Eternal by that senile father of his, who forcefully severed his connection with Mjolnir.
"Damn it!"
Thor slammed a furious fist onto the edge of the bed. Under normal circumstances, that fragile metal frame should have been hammered into an iron pancake by him. But now, he only felt a piercing, bone-deep ache in his hand...
Sensing that crushing pain and weakness, Thor wished he could grab his deadbeat dad by the collar right now and ask him:
Old man, have you gone completely senile?!
But he knew that saying any of this right now was completely empty. If he wanted to question his old man and reclaim his dignity as the Prince of Asgard, he had to find his hammer first!
Thinking like this, he sneakily slipped out of the hospital and broke into a pet shop:
"Mortal! I command you to present the finest warhorse to this God!"
Pet shop owner: ...
What an absolute lunatic!
"So what you're saying is, this thing has been imbued with divine power, and only someone truly selfless and righteous at heart can lift it?"
In the desert of New Mexico, Agent Phil Coulson listened to Peter's explanation while his hands practically itched to rub the handle of Mjolnir.
"Director, hearing you put it that way, I feel like I'm simply the perfect candidate to lift it!"
Looking at Phil's cocky expression, Peter couldn't help but find it a bit amusing:
"Then be my guest."
"Watch closely!"
Phil looked at Peter, then glanced at the surrounding agents who were spectating. He subsequently took a deep breath and gripped the handle with both hands.
Heave!
Heave harder!
Because of the excessive exertion, his large face turned completely flushed, and the veins on his forehead popped out.
Yet that hammer remained completely motionless. In fact, because the handle was too smooth, his grip slipped, causing him to land flat on his backside...
Bursts of laughter erupted around him, causing Phil's face to turn even redder!
To dispel the awkwardness, Phil's eyes darted around as he decisively chose to deflect the attention:
"Sigh, it looks like an artifact of this level can only be lifted by you, Director."
Hearing him say this, the agents who were originally mocking Phil collectively shifted their gazes toward Peter. Their Director, the Arbiter, who was the Guardian of New York, might truly be able to lift this hammer!
Not only did the ordinary agents think so, but Natasha, on the side, felt the same way. Her beautiful, large eyes sparkled with a look that said, 'You can't possibly fail at this, right?'
In the original plotline, Natasha hadn't participated in this operation. But she had somehow caught wind of the news that Peter was personally taking a trip down here, so she had specifically rushed over from a neighboring state.
Noticing the looks from the people around him—especially the Black Widow—Peter narrowed his eyes slightly at Phil.
You boy, certainly have a lot of nerve. Just to clear your own name, you didn't hesitate to drag me, the Director, into the water, huh!
However... this did give him an excellent opportunity to flex.
Theoretically speaking, he indeed lacked the qualifications to pick up Mjolnir. After all, he wasn't so great as to choose self-sacrifice for a massive crowd of innocent people.
At his core, he was merely a family man hero who wanted his loved ones to live a good life. He was nowhere near as grand as the original Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man or Captain America.
Therefore, according to the enchantment placed by that old man Odin, he truly lacked the right to lift it.
But... theory was theory, and reality was reality. Just because he didn't fit the standard of the enchantment didn't mean he would be restricted by it! To put it bluntly, wasn't this thing just a blessing executed through divine power?
Peter was a controller of divine power just like Odin! So, barring any surprises, he should be able to put on a show of brute-forcing it before everyone—namely, using divine power to forcefully bypass the restrictions of this enchantment, thereby lifting this Mjolnir that could command thunder and lightning.
Thinking like this, Peter quietly rotated the small, broken watch on his hand. At the exact same time, the Tiger Talisman instantly unleashed its force!
Screeech~!
Just as the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were all watching to see if Peter could lift Mjolnir, a piercing sound of brakes echoed from the desert.
"It's right here! Wow, that young handsome guy looks like he's about to pull that hammer out!"
Jane Foster sat inside the off-road vehicle. Because her perspective was quite high, she happened to be able to look over the crowd and see Peter's movement as he prepared to lift the hammer.
"That is impossible!" Beside her, Thor noticed that Jane Foster seemed to heavily admire Peter's appearance, instantly making him a little displeased.
He, a dignified God King, hadn't managed to make this Midgardian woman fall for him at first sight, so what qualifications did that Midgardian boy have? He thus intentionally raised his pitch and clamored:
"That overconfident mortal will absolutely not succeed!"
"Mjolnir was enchanted by my father, the great All-Father Odin. Even ordinary gods cannot lift it. In today's Midgard, no one besides me is worthy of my hammer!"
The exact split second his words fell, he immediately pushed open the car door. Thor couldn't wait to reclaim his power. He wanted to show this pack of mortals what true divine majesty looked like!
He had already visualized his heroic posture as he picked up the hammer again and summoned the lightning once more.
He even planned to give Jane Foster a handsome look back, letting this beautiful Midgardian woman see how powerful and charming the future God King was!
Just as Thor was thinking this in his heart, a holy light dragged him straight from his fantasy time back into reality!
As Peter activated the small, broken watch, the genes of the Aesir and Vanir gods began to fuse perfectly. A holy and pure brilliance emerged on his body once more, and streaks of golden inscriptions surfaced across his skin.
Divine power!
Pure divine power flowed along Peter's palm straight into Mjolnir. The exact instant Mjolnir received this force, the earth began to vibrate slightly. Following closely, the mark of the enchantment placed by Odin on the hammer's body began to flash, quietly dissolving away under Thor's near-despairing gaze!
After cracking the protection of the enchantment, Mjolnir became as light as a feather in Peter's hand.
Crackle!
The moment Peter held Mjolnir high into the air, his body began to float uncontrollably, and a blinding thunderstorm visibly condensed in the sky. The thunder roared, seemingly singing a hymn of praise for the birth of a new god!
The surrounding agents all revealed shocked and worshipful expressions one after another. Black Widow and Jane Foster even subconsciously covered their red lips, their large eyes flashing with brilliant colors.
As for Peter, his gaze swept downward as if guided by some sort of perception, locking eyes squarely with a dumbfounded Thor.
Looking at Thor, who stood completely frozen as if he had witnessed the end of the world with his own eyes, Peter held Mjolnir high and flashed a subtle smile.
Mmh~ how could this not count as a form of NTR!
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