I Can't Rule (I Have School)
Peter could barely contain his excitement as he went up in the elevator. Mr. Stark had invited Peter to eat dinner with the rest of the Avengers. They hadn't a whole family dinner in a few months, and Peter wanted to catch up with the Asgardians.
The doors opened, and Peter stepped into the common area, scanning the room, but it was empty. "FRIDAY? Where is everybody?"
"Boss is currently running late in a meeting with Miss Potts. The others have simply not arrived yet. Would you like me to notify them of your arrival?"
Peter shook his head at the nearest camera. "No, that's okay, Fri. I'll wait for them."
Peter shrugged off his hoodie and laid it on the couch. He sat down and pulled out his phone. He opened the FOS group chat, and it's clear that Ned chose the name.
Spidey: Avengers running late :/
Guy in the chair: Why weren't we invited :(
Spidey: It's a family dinner Ned. I haven't seen the whole gang in months
Spidey: U guys can come on the next one
MJ: I'm trying to draw a guy's face when all his stuff fell on him when he bit his hotdog, and ur texts are distracting me.
Spidey: sorry :|
Guy in the chair: sorry
Neither texted again, so Peter shut his phone off and looked around the room, trying to find something to entertain himself. Blankets were strewn on the other couch and leftover paper plates from last night's pizza night were still on the table. Peter grabbed the paper plates and went to set them in the dishwasher. He made his way around the gray lounge chair and promptly tripped over something. He fell hard on his stomach, the paper plates crumpling in his hands.
Peter groaned and turned around to see what he tripped over. His eyes widened when he saw Thor's hammer knocked over. Peter scrambled up and away from the hammer. His heart was beating frantically, and Peter told himself to calm down. It's just Thor's hammer. Mjölnir cannot be picked up or moved by anyone other than Thor, which is why it's called Thor's hammer.
"No, it must've already been knocked over, or maybe Thor left it like that," Peter mumbled to himself, trying to explain what just happened. "Why did Thor leave it?" Peter raised his head but kept his eyes on the hammer. "Fri, where is Thor?"
"Pointbreak and Reindeer Games are currently out retrieving an item for Dr. Banner."
The question of why Thor left his hammer rose again in Peter's mind. Peter approached the hammer with caution. He doesn't know why, but he felt like he had to be careful around the weapon. Peter had never tried to lift the hammer in the past, knowing the whole 'only the worthy can wield the hammer' prophecy, and he didn't think he would be able to. But now, Peter tripped over it and knocked it over.
Peter rubbed his hands on his jeans. Why were they sweating? He leaned down and wrapped a hand around the handle. He didn't feel any different, and nothing happened; not like he was expecting fireworks or something, but still. Peter inhaled deeply and tightened his grip, and pulled. Peter stumbled back, hammer in hand, not expecting that he would actually pick it up. Peter balanced himself and huffed out a breath, and stared at the hammer. For something that could kill people with lightning and a literal God could wield it, the hammer was light.
Peter breathed out a chuckle, smile widening as he tossed the hammer to his other hand. "Holy shit." He gave it a small flip, steadily catching it as if he was fiddling with a pen in history class. A childish giggle left him. Then a tiny frown tugged at his smile. "What does this mean?"
"I believe it means you are fit to rule Asgard."
Peter would later deny that the high-pitched scream did not come out of him.
"Thor! I-I, uh, I didn't mean to!" Peter quickly apologized and set the hammer down. "I tripped over it, and I was surprised because only you can move it, so I went for it, and yeah."
Thor came closer, grabbing his hammer and slapping Peter's shoulders. "Do not apologize, man of spiders. You are worthy, and we shall celebrate!"
"Then we should start planning your proper coronation," Loki said, a small smile pulling at his lips.
Peter chuckled nervously. "Look, this cool and all, but I can't rule Asgard. I'm 16, and I still have school."
"The coronation is merely to introduce your position to the people of Asgard," Thor explained, leading Peter to the kitchen. "We shall have a feast tonight!"
"This was some family reunion," Loki smirked at Peter, but Peter knew it was heartfelt.