You lounged on the daybed for little over an hour, flipping through the few books you could endure to read, but it eventually became boring... So you decided to slowly wander around the penthouse suite. There were a few locked doors along the hallway that couldn't quite block the smell of burned belongings, and other doors that lead to rooms which were completely empty with large holes in the walls and rubble covering the floor. Then, at the end of the hallway there was a door that opened up to a large lounge room. The majority of the furniture had been moved to one side of the room, and it looked as though this was the room the daybed had come from.
You stepped into the open room. The perfectly polished tiled floor was cool against your feet sending a tingle through your legs. You took a deep breath in. The air was hotter and stuffier than in the first room or hallway and made your throat slightly dry. Your (e/c) eyes moved around the room. The marble topped bar was empty, the bottles that were once housed there had either been carelessly removed, or broken in a scuffle. From the cracks, dents and scratches in the walls, floor and ceiling you guessed it would be the fight that had broken the bar shelves. A glint in the corner of your eye caught your attention. The glass to the outside was boarded with cheap looking plasterboard, blocking the doors but allowing light to just filter through. You walked up to the covered window and ran your hand over the wooden board, but you stopped when another, slightly shinier glint caught your eye. When you realised what it was, a mixture of shock and excitement ran through your core. A large, metal hammer sat squarely in the middle of the lounge room, causing the wood to buckle and crack underneath its monstrous weight. Thor's hammer... You quickly stepped over the spider web-like cracks in the floor and moved closer to the weapon.
The closer you moved to the hammer, the more you could feel its energy swirling around you. It was like an invisible whirlwind that drew you closer and closer while also managing to pull all of the air out of your lungs. You knelt down next to the weapon and cautiously trailed your fingertips over the engraved metal. It was mostly blank, but around the edges was detail so intricate and never-ending that you could hardly begin to truly admire its craftsmanship.
"Whosoever holds this hammer, should he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor..." A cold shudder ran up your spine as the words echoed in your mind. You shook your head to clear your mind before letting out a soft huff,
"It's not gonna work..." you murmured to yourself with a small smile. You pondered the idea of looking like a complete and utter idiot... but considering there was no one around to laugh or make snide remarks, you decided to give it a shot. You stood up and placed your hand on the cool leather handle. "One... Two..." you tightened your hold on the handle and pulled with all your might - - and nothing happened. It didn't even shift an inch... You widened your stance a little and tried again, but it resulted in the same thing... nothing at all. You sighed and placed your hands on your hips. Something in the back of your mind scolded you for thinking you could actually lift his hammer... But still... it was a fun thought... You took a deep breath in and moved on from the hammer quickly, choosing to delve deeper into the other areas of the room.