smartass_captain

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Unlike that night in the tower, no one is getting Mjolnir to so much as budge. At the very least, Jim Kirk sure isn't. Were he sober he might actually be upset by this. By someone looking like his father carrying a magical artifact all but screaming at Jim that he isn't worthy of whatever Thor is. But this far into his cups Jim isn't thinking about any of that and likely won't recall much come morning. It's a small blessing for both of them.

"Here, pick up th'drinks so nothing spills." Thor won't need to do that if Jim can't budge the table either but the human is trying to be polite and practical despite the drink in him.

"Right. Okay. Here goes noth--!" Oof! A whole lot of huffing, puffing, and probable sore back muscles in the morning later and the table hasn't so much as twitched. Both Hammer and now table may as well be one cohesive concrete statue so far as Jim is concerned. "Wh...what the fuck?"

He saw Thor carrying it simple as anything. It can only be So Heavy, right? R-right?

"Okay, so what if...what if I found a two-by-four and wedged it under the table leg to make a lever. Still no good? How many things do I have to set up before something autonomously moves that goddamn hammer?"