Holding out a hand, Fenrir clicked his fingers. One of the stones appeared above his head and fell, the wolf quick to snatch it from the air and hold it out to show Thor. "And how would one destroy it?" He asked smoothly, twirling it between fingers. Now he knew of another way to annoy the Allfather, of course the young wolf was going to take it.
Thor watched the stone, frowning slightly and pursing his lips. Perhaps it was a trick, maybe it wasn't the real stone. He couldn't take the risk and he sighed quietly, "not easily. Magic needs to destroy it - to break it with Mjolnir would be suicidal and dangerous."
If it was legit, then he knew the location of the stone and that's all he needed. He wasn't there to fight for it, not this day anyway. "What do you want in exchange for it?" He asked curiously.















