Thor, the God of Thunder, was sitting not far away. He simply loved watching others fight. At that moment, he was holding a small basin of milk in his paws, slurping it down with slurping sounds. Mjolnir lay right beside him, and he felt he was being utterly elegant.
Suddenly, he sensed Mjolnir give a jolt.
His gaze instantly turned sharp. He drained the milk in one gulp, stuffed the small basin into the pocket dimension hidden within his fur, and hurriedly reached out to grab Mjolnir.
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