It seems as if the legends are true and artefacts are indeed real, in one way or another. At least that’s what Sam started to find out, after he accidentally seemed to create one. He had been obsessed with the recent Thor movies, and couldn’t wait to see what was to come in the latest. With so many conventions coming up, he took it upon himself to create the perfect Asgardian armour and his legendary weapon Mjlonir for the cosplay, tinkering away whenever he could until he finally crafted them both just right. It was a minute, maybe longer, after he picked up the hammer that he began to feel a surge of wealth, a wealth of knowledge, and a wealth of power begin to slowly travel into his body as his fingers locked around the hammer. Sam was shocked, looking down with wide eyes as he tried to let go but couldn’t.
“What is this?” He cried as he glanced down to see an odd tone begin to travel down his hands. His fingers only grew stronger, tightly knitting around the hammer as his fingers continued to grow, his nails becoming more trimmed and well looked after. Blonde hair streamed through the back of his thicker fingers, and his larger and growing hand. Sam continued to try and pull away, but found that he still couldn’t as the tone began to travel down his arms, causing his veins to be emphasised through his new skin. The surge of power showed itself through his thickening arm, keeping a stronger and mightier grip on his- the hammer of Mjlonir, and for a moment he admired his thick bicep, drenching in sweat that trickled down softly causing him to groan in approval.
Sam stopped himself, glancing down as he tried to use his other hand to pry off the first, yet he was shocked to see his hand clasp around the hammer too, unable to pull it off as he mumbled in frustration, trying to pull both his hands away as he saw the same tone travel down his hand. He gasped, finding the groans to increase in both volume and frequency as he watched his other bicep thicken with muscle, becoming incredibly…alluring and powerful to Sam as he felt his dick begin to thicken in his pants.
He watched as the tone travelled down his shoulders and towards his chest, any and all chest hair was instantly removed as his hands finally dropped the hammer, watching it collide to the ground with a thud, much heavier and stronger than he could remember making it. Sam felt his hands approaching his face, unable to stop them as he felt them combing through his hair, before he knew it, he felt his groans becoming deeper and strumming along from a more powerful voice as his vocal chords shifted and changed, his neck thickening. As hair came down to greet the back of his neck, he felt it turn blonde as facial hair began to slowly grow on his chiselled jaw, his cheekbone shifting higher as his nose grew smaller, whilst his ears were larger, same with his rounder eyes.