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"No."
Thud. He dropped the object onto the ground. Thankfully, it hadn't simply crashed straight through the floor like it had the last time he'd summoned it.
"No," Loki said again. She took several steps back. Her gaze flicked to the object Godou had dropped, before she went back to staring at him. Eyes that once sparkled with curiosity and mischief now quivered with fear and disbelief.
"It's real, Loki," Godou said solemnly.
"You're lying." But her trembling voice betrayed her doubt. "You're not allowed to have that. It's not yours."
"It is now. You saw me hold it, Loki."
"It's a trick. It has to be," Loki said.
Godou bit his lip. He had expected this. Denial, among many others, was one of the more common reactions. She had laughed at him at first. Told him to stop joking. Called him stupid. Tiptoed and ruffled his hair.
She had not believed him. Not in the slightest.
So he had shown her proof.
"You're the God of Tricks and Mischief, Loki," Godou said. "You know I'm telling the truth."
"How can I?" she bit back. "The only thing I know is that you're the only one that can lie to Gods."
"Because I can kill them."
There was silence.
He caught the hand mere millimeters before it struck his cheek.
"A man doesn't stop a woman's slap," Loki said seethingly. "I'm giving you one more chance, Kusanagi Godou. This isn't something mortals are allowed to joke about."
"Try picking it up then," was his only response.
She glared at him. Godou did not falter. He had stared down dozens of Gods before. This was no different.
She huffed and yanked her hand out of his grip.
Godou took a few steps back, giving her plenty of space as she squatted down and began studying the object resting on the ground.
He wasn't going to discount another slap from Loki.
"Why does it have runes in the Language of the Gods engraved on it?" she asked.
"Because it is the weapon of a God," came his frank reply. And then, he added, "or at least, it was."
"Stop it," Loki snapped at him. "When and where did you learn this?"
"Just touch the goddamn hammer already, Loki."
Her leer intensified. "If this is your idea of a joke, Godou... you're going to regret this. There are some lines you don't cross with a God, even if she is your friend."
She didn't understand. Becoming friends with a God was his very definition of crossing the line. And now, he was paying the price.
"And if I'm not joking?" he asked.
Loki did not reply. Instead, she diverted all her attention in front of her. A shaking finger stretched out to touch a leatherclad grip.
Goudo bit his lip in anticipation. He had no idea how it would react. It was a weapon, but that didn't make it inanimate.
It had a soul of its own, and while it didn't have a personality the way Lancelot or Ame no Murakumo no Tsurugi did, that didn't mean it was any less expressive than them.
The moment her finger touched it, Godou felt its surprise. It recognized her. But more than that, Godou felt its annoyance. There were few people that it disliked more than its former owner's brother. Or sister, in this world's case.
It lashed out, making its ire known. Countless blue sparks of lightning ignited, and the hammer literally crackled from irritation.
"Ouch!" Loki yelped, her hand shirking away. "You stupid hammer!"
The hammer vibrated in its spot. Godou felt its satisfaction.
"Yeah, well? If you like Thor so much, why don't you stick yourself up-"
Loki stopped.
Godou felt no happiness when he saw her face paling. Dread was written all over her face as her eyes grew wider and she retreated several steps back, eyeing the hammer as if it had committed some heinous crime.
It hadn't. But Godou had.
"You touched it." He walked up to the hammer.
"No, I didn't," Loki said, blatantly lying.
"You recognized it." He wrapped his own hand around the hilt. Brilliant sparks erupted from the hammer, but unlike with Loki, they did not sting him. Colorful threads of lightning wove themselves around his wrist as the weapon trembled in place from excitement.
Loki shook her head in denial.
"Mjolnir," he said.
"You should not know that name." Her voice quivered.
"The weapon of the destined King. The judge of the worthy. The symbol of Thor Odinson."
"You should not know that name either." Her words were said with a soft whisper, barely audible.
"And now," he paused. He saw's Loki's frightful gaze drop to the hammer on the ground. He hefted the weapon up. In
his hand, it felt as a light as a feather. He swung it around like it was a toy. "It's mine."
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