"And why would we not be worthy?" Sif asks with a smirk as Thor sets MjoInir back down on the table next to the golden steps we are all seated at.

     "I am not saying that you are not," Thor insists, sitting down next to her, "I am merely saying that the Vision could wield it."

     "Oh, but you are implying that we are not worthy," Loki says lowly, leaning forward with a wicked grin, "Or, are you merely scared that someone may actually be as worthy as you?"

     "Scared, I am not, Brother," Thor leans back, taking a mug of rum that Fandral offers him, "Wary...? Perhaps." Volstagg's roar of laughter following Thor's comment is quickly followed by everyone.

     "Then, let us see for ourselves, why don't we?" Loki asks with a smirk, refilling my wine. I stop him before my chalice is even half full.

     "Pace yourself..." I mumble to him.

     "Alright, then," Thor says, gesturing to MjoInir, "Care to go first?"

     "Oh, no," Loki replies, filling his chalice and holding it up a little, "I needn't prove what we all know."

     "What, that you cannot hold liquor like Thor?" Sif muses, earning laughter from the Warriors Three as Loki merely bites his tongue and glares.

     "Care to have my answer?" he asks with a dangerous, lilting tone in his voice.

     "No, I am quite well with this," Sif quips, not wishing to get into an argument.

     "Allow Hogun to try first," Fandral proposes.

     "As you wish," Thor nods toward MjoInir as Hogun stands, "I will not have ill will toward you, either way." he promises, and Hogun smiles, shaking his head lightly before stepping up to the hammer.

     "I am fairly certain that even with my time with you," Hogun tells Thor before reaching out and tugging MjoInir, "I am not fit to be worthy." He looks to Thor with admiration, "And I could not be happier where I am now." Thor smiles at Hogun, pride filling his eyes.

     'How is it that they have such admiration for him?' Loki asks me through our mindlink.

     'Perhaps, tis because they trust him so much that they would die for both him and Asgard...'

     'Merely musing, Love. No need for an accurate answer.' He shoots me an amused look as I roll my eyes.

     "Shall I?" Fandral asks, standing and sauntering over to the table.

     "Oh. I cannot wait for this," Sif jokes, waiting to see what would unfold.

     "Not everything requires dramatics, Sif," Fandral says, raising an eyebrow, "Especially the possibility of having the," he places a hand on the handle, "Power of Thor!" He gives a grand pull, only to be rewarded with nothing.