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Chapter 75: Thor Can’t Lift Mjolnir? How Embarrassing!
🕑 Added 2025-04-25 19:57:52 +0000 UTCThor, the God of Thunder? No—more like Thor the Hammer God.
When Thor heard the nickname, his face darkened instantly. That damned mortal named Rowan dared to give him such a ridiculous title?
Outrageous!
Absolutely disrespectful!
Once he regained his divine power, he would definitely teach that mortal a lesson.
Nick Fury and the others couldn't help but chuckle. Honestly, the nickname kind of made sense. A god who only became Thor by wielding a hammer... it was less “God of Thunder” and more “Hammer God.”
The more they thought about it, the funnier it became.
Meanwhile, Thor had no time to argue. That irritating mortal could wait. Right now, he had more important things to focus on.
Soon, he stood before Mjolnir.
“Mjolnir, my dear... we finally meet again.”
Thor’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he reached out to grasp the weapon—but the moment he tried to lift it, it didn’t budge.
The atmosphere turned awkward immediately.
Thor forced an awkward smile and muttered, “Well... sometimes it just has a temper.”
Truly embarrassing—almost enough to make him want to dig a hole and disappear.
“Come on, baby... don’t throw a tantrum now,” he whispered, then gave it another try.
But Mjolnir—normally so responsive in his hand—remained as still as stone.
“What... how is this possible?”
Thor’s voice was filled with disbelief.
Nick Fury and the others exchanged puzzled glances. What was going on?
This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.
Wasn’t this the part where Thor grabbed the hammer, summoned a storm, and reclaimed his power?
Why... was nothing happening?
Could he be... a fake Thor?
The thought flashed through several of their minds—but they quickly dismissed it. It couldn’t be. He looked exactly like the Thor in the video footage, though his hair did seem less glossy than that version.
That Thor’s hair quality was so good it could star in shampoo commercials—no CGI needed.
But no, there was no question. This was the real Thor.
So what was going on?
“This is impossible... baby, don’t do this to me,” Thor muttered in frustration. He tried every method he could think of, but nothing worked. The hammer didn’t even twitch.
Eventually, he collapsed onto the ground in defeat, staring at Mjolnir with dismay.
Could it be that he would never again become Thor?
Was he truly stuck as a mortal?
The thought filled him with despair.
“Uh... Thor—can I still call you that?” Nick Fury asked cautiously.
Despite his grizzled appearance, he was nowhere near Thor’s true age. The man sitting in front of him had lived for centuries—possibly longer.
In comparison, Nick was practically a child.
“Whatever,” Thor muttered, completely dejected.
Right now, he had no energy to care about titles.
“Thor, I’d like to ask... how did things end up like this?” Fury asked gently. “In mythology, Mjolnir is supposed to be your exclusive weapon. So how did it end up falling from the sky? And how did you go from god to mortal?”
Fury's tone was respectful, but his curiosity was undeniable. Still, he knew this might touch on sensitive matters within Asgard.
“This...” Thor hesitated. The truth was... embarrassing. And it involved conflict with his own father.
“If it’s too difficult, you don’t have to say anything,” Fury said. “But we’d like to help. After all, if you can’t take Mjolnir with you, others might try to steal it. That would cause us even more trouble.”
Fury was being honest. Leaving Mjolnir just sitting there was definitely a security issue.
He was confident when it came to earthly matters—but gods? That was a different league.
And behind Thor stood Odin—the real god. Fury wasn’t foolish enough to believe he could deal with something on that level.
Thor thought for a moment. He knew Fury had a point. He couldn't leave Mjolnir here unattended. Even if he didn’t believe anyone else could lift it, just the possibility was troubling.
“Actually... I had just led an attack on Jotunheim. But it didn’t go as planned.
“Afterward, I had a major argument with my father, King Odin.
“He stripped me of my powers and banished me from Asgard. Even Mjolnir was cast down to Earth.”
Thor summarized the situation briefly—but instinctively left out certain... unflattering details.
Like how he’d been arrogant, determined to show off, picking a fight with the Frost Titans to prove himself.
His goal had been to subjugate them, to make them yield before him—just like they did before Odin. He thought that would solidify his image as the future king of Asgard and the Nine Realms.
At first, everything seemed under control—until it wasn’t.
He had underestimated their strength, and soon, he and his companions were surrounded. If Odin hadn’t arrived in time, they’d all be dead.
He hadn’t expected the situation to spiral so far out of control.
All these years, he had fought across the Nine Realms, defeating monsters and upholding justice. But now, standing on an actual battlefield, he finally realized how foolish he had been.
Fury listened carefully. Though Thor left out a lot of key information, the gaps were obvious.
For example: Why was Thor leading the charge, instead of Odin?
Jotunheim—that name rang a bell.
It was the realm of the Frost Titans, one of the Nine Realms connected by the World Tree, much like Midgard was in Norse mythology.
And the Frost Titans had long been enemies of Asgard. A conflict between them was never a minor affair.
They were ancient adversaries—foes bound by fate.
