Hammer of the Gods Page #4

Let's get moving, then.

Stop!

On your guard.

I fear we're no longer alone.

Ulfrich?

Brother, tell me you're not

in league with these demons.

Ah, spare me your reproach, Baldur.

I was little more than a servant to you.

Little more than nothin' to you.

It doesn't have to end like this.

I concur, youngest.

Come with us, Thor,

and the others may go.

You'll find your ship

awaits you at the shore.

No.

It's just a trick,

another way to thin our

ranks. Keep the line, Thor.

I've nothing against Hermiod or Heimdall

or even Freyja.

But make no mistake!

This is your last chance to leave this

place with your sword in your hand.

When you reach the

river of blood, Baldur,

remember this moment,

the moment you failed

to follow your pride,

the moment you damned yourself

and everyone you loved.

Run.

- Run! Get them out of here.

- Go!

My entire life I have hated you.

Then you better summon it all.

- Baldur!

- Freyja, let's move!

Run!

Run!

Take Thor.

Kill the rest.

Baldur, no!

Go!

We have to keep moving!

Can't afford to stop!

No, we can't afford not to.

They'll catch up to us soon,

and then Baldur's sacrifice

will have meant nothing.

Well, what would you suggest?

We'll use their strength

and speed against them.

We'll channel them down this slope,

and then they won't be able to stop

until they're met by our steel.

We set a trap for them this time.

You're damned right.

We don't have much time.

Gaze upon your destiny, Ulfrich!

For this sword shall cleave

your head from its shoulders

- before this day is through!

- We'll See.

We'll See.

I never believed him

capable of such things.

We should follow.

He can't escape what's

coming to him now.

They didn't collect their dead.

I don't believe these beasts can

truly be killed like you or Ii.

- They bleed well enough.

- That much is certain,

but I saw one with a paw that

looked like it was growing back.

No matter how many we think we kill,

they just get back up

again once they've healed.

I know of no living thing,

beast, man, or god that

heals from a severed head.

These sons of the b*tch.

I didn't survive all this

time just to die like this.

Where are you from, old man?

We voyaged here several months ago,

built a small village even,

but then they attacked.

We were just looking for a new home.

Now I'm

afraid I'm--

I'm all that's left of my people.

Forgive us if we've

heard that one before.

It's just another trick.

- Kill him!

- No! Wait! Wait!

I, I. ..

I can prove it.

I can prove it!

Th--these creatures, their

limbs, they grow back,

so take one of my fingers.

Take one of my fingers. If it

grows back, so strike me down.

No, it's all right. Just do it quick.

Remind me to apologize

if I don't kill you.

When you do, apologize that is,

the name is Vali.

If what you say is true,

how is it you've survived all this time?

I haven't left the protection

of the tree for months.

Apparently it's a theme on this island.

Well, let's move.

We're wasting time.

We are leaving, aren't we?

Not until we kill everything

on this entire island.

Move!

So, you plan to retrieve Mjolnir,

the hammer of the gods.

How do you know of the hammer?

You youngsters, you never make time

anymore for the old stories, do you?

No one ever makes time for

the old stories anymore.

Vali.

They say the hammer fell from the sky,

a mighty gift from Odin himself,

its power so great that only

one mortal man could harness it.

Baldur.

His name has been lost through the ages,

but he already wielded it once.

It is said he will

return and wield it again.

Don't you see?

Baldur will return.

Let me finish.

Please.

Loki had

two sons--

Jormangand and Fenris, we know.

But did you know that Jormungand

was felled on this very

island by the great champion?

He struck down upon him with the hammer,

but not before the great

serpent had bit him.

So he was victorious,

but at terrible cost--

his life.

Odin was pleased, though,

so it was prophesied

- this champion would one day return

- Can't resist!

and reclaim his place amongst the gods.

Don't let go, Thor.

You must see it through.

See the warrior's true identity!

Face your destiny!

No!

Thor, can you speak?

It's not possible.

Who did you see?

It was me... all along, not Baldur.

But I don't understand it.

It doesn't make any sense.

Baldur is dead, Thor.

It's hard to believe, I know,

but you must finally accept

that you were the chosen warrior.

You were the champion.

And you still can be.

That's why they wanted you.

Fenris.

I killed his brother, so

he killed both of mine.

He and his minions, they live

here in mortal fear of the hammer,

the only thing in existence that

can truly end their immortality,

so they guard it, ever vigilant,

for all times against...

Your return.

But he can't resist his

desires for vengeance.

He means to kill you,

even if it puts his own life at risk.

Well, he'll have his chance.

Thank you, Freyja.

I'm in debt to you.

And you, can you fight?

I'm middle-aged. I'm not dead.

Well then, the hammer awaits.

- We'll never get through that way.

- We'll die trying.

Wait.

There's another way.

We'll go around.

Show us.

Come here.

I guess your people weren't

the first ones here, either.

Our ship is down there somewhere.

There, I can see it.

Secured for departure.

Let's move.

Could have stabbed you in the back.

Sneakin' around, Thor,

that's not very becoming.

Probably nothin' new for you or Sif.

Vali!

Take them through the passage.

Sif!

Find our friends.

What of you?

I'll follow when I'm done here.

Go!

A noble sentiment,

sparing them your demise.

Don't worry.

I will deal with them soon enough.

What has become of you, brother?

You are not the man today

that I've known my entire life.

The man you knew is dead.

He was weak, a coward.

And I loathed him.

You've thrown your

life away, and for what?

To live among these demons?

Power changes a man, brother,

and for the first time

- I truly know how it feels.

- You had power, Ulfrich.

Not like this.

Even now it courses through my veins.

You've no idea.

There can only be one of us, though.

Let's get this over with.

Now, brother, you'll see true power.

You're right.

There can be only one.

Are you sure this is the way?

It's not much farther.

How will Thor find us?

If he truly has been here

before, he'll have no trouble.

Trust me.

So, this warrior, what if he returns?

Aye, what then?

That teek.

What's going on?

Perhaps your friend was taken prisoner.

Impossible.

Thor didn't lose.

You must come at once.

The bastard son has fallen.

Ulfrich has been slain.

Before they come back.

Aegir.

Sif.

- My sword.

- Of course.

Freyja.

Hold on.

Tonight you feast on the Saehrimnir,

and drink at Odins table.

Shame. He won't keep as long dead.

By the way, you really should

watch what you say around wolves.

We have pretty good hearing, teek.

You.

Surprised to see me?

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