Smallest Yet The Hardest- Thor
A new world
Far from home
Where magical rules no longer apply
He, the strongest of them all, has a new journey to conquer...
A minimum wage job.
Unlike no other
He works like a mother,
While holding Mjolnir in his hands.
He fights through the orders,
That keep piling on top,
He’ll soon have to clean it with a mop.
This time,
His hammer is of no use.
The electricity deprived from it cannot be abused.
Unlike his previous battles,
Help from others is no longer an option.
Thors on his own,
Even if he breaks a bone
Though he’ll still earn a little
For the amount of effort he’ll put in.
After all, he is the lord of thunder
So a small job won't do no harm.
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