Thor: Tales of Asgard

Your Highness, we celebrate your victory.

Try again next week, Ander?

We are at your service.

That was a stunning display, Thor.

You were victorious,

despite the trouble with your sword's grip.

- Trouble?

- Plainly, it was too slick.

I'll reprimand the dwarves for you.

Good idea.

Sif.

You missed seeing my victory.

I left right after your opponents

threw you back your weapon.

Well, there was a problem with the grip

due to the dwarves' habit of...

So now you're blaming the dwarves.

Whose idea was that? Loki's?

Are you saying

I shouldn't have won today's match?

Not just today's.

A comment like that

requires an explanation, Sif.

I'll tell you what needs explaining, Thor.

Why you have never once

ceded victory to the Einherjar,

the most celebrated warriors in Asgard!

I am simply more skilled than they.

How can that be?

They have battled the fiercest

creatures in all the nine realms,

and you have never even

left the royal grounds.

You forget I also have the strength of Odin.

Yes, and the authority.

They have no choice but to lose.

Why do you have so little faith in me, Sif?

I am the only one who has faith in you.

Everyone else treats you

like a spoiled child!

That is enough!

You've never had

an honest fight in your life.

Since you're a fair hand with a blade,

perhaps you should

make an honest man out of me.

Be careful how you jest.

Choose your weapon, wench.

A barn tool.

You think less of my skill than I realized.

Good-bye, Thor.

Thor was wrong about you, Sif.

You'll fit right in with the Valkyries.

You do your brother no favors, Loki.

Stop protecting him.

There we were,

clinging to the side of

a sheer mountain of ice,

plumes of fire

billowing up from the gorge below.

Fire? In Jtunheim?

Dragons, love.

How many were after you?

- Seven.

- Ten.

At least a dozen.

And Frost Giants were

advancing on the horizon.

There was no escape, but...

But the Warriors Three would not be

so easily diverted from their quest,

for the Sword of Surtur

is worth risking both life and limb.

Well, look who it is! Greetings, Thor.

Congratulations on your victory

in today's match.

Of course, his victory pales to

those found outside the arena.

Perhaps you'd like to

join us on our next quest, Thor.

You know he can't, Hogun.

He's not allowed to leave the kingdom.

You dare mock the prince of Asgard?

Thor, we speak only in jest.

We're friends, remember?

What crawled into his keg?

Your Eminence, we managed to learn

that the Valkyries have

established a new training camp

in the branches of Yggdrasill,

west of Svartalfheim.

Father.

Skala, how could you

come by this information

when the scout tracking them

has failed to return?

We were able to follow Brunhilde

after she had secretly met with Lady Sif.

Thank you, all.

This concludes today's council.

Gentlemen.

Now, Son, tell me what troubles you.

Father, I wish your permission to ride

with the Einherjar on one of their patrols.

You know my answer.

But I do not agree with it.

You are the son of Odin, and, as such,

you have different responsibilities

than that of a warrior.

But at least a warrior knows

the true limits of his abilities.

I see what brings you here.

You believe you've outgrown your training.

Some say the Einherjar let me win, Father.

Is that true?

Yes.

Why?

You chose to turn your training

into public entertainment.

But this kingdom cannot afford to see

its prince defeated week after week.

So you, too, doubt my abilities.

Being a king is not about

drawing a sword in battle.

It's about avoiding battle entirely.

Hiding from conflict sounds more like

one of Loki's strengths.

Perhaps he should inherit your throne.

Perhaps he will. But as for you,

there will be no leaving Asgard.

I am your king and your father,

and you will obey me.

You may come out, Algrim.

I'm impressed.

You have detected me in shadow.

Not many can.

Truth be told, I can't either.

But I don't know of a time that

you didn't come and check on me

after I had a fight with Father.

Typically, because you would insist on

pursuing some sort of foolishness.

And I always let you talk me out of it.

But not this time.

Thor, where are you going

that you need such a weapon?

Are you aware that there was

a test of manhood for young warriors?

A secret quest.

Yes, I know of it.

It's a rite of passage.

Warriors pursue it every year. No one dies.

Because the object of the quest

will never be found.

The test is not

in finding the Sword of Surtur

but in looking for it.

So, it is the art of trespassing you aspire to.

Yes, it is. When it's in Jtunheim.

Thor, our truce with the Frost Giants

is fragile at best.

They must not find you in their realm.

They won't.

You think too highly of those lumbering...

Forgive me, Algrim.

That was thoughtless of me.

Rest easy, Thor.

But, if nothing else,

let my people's fate serve as an example.

The Frost Giants are dangerous.

I know. I promise to be vigilant. And, Algrim,

as always, this stays between us.

I will remain silent for as long as possible.

Thank you. You are a good friend.

I'm doing it.

Now try your hand at influencing it.

Keep it to three words.

A spell's power is in its whisper.

A true master needs only to think it.

You find humor in this?

Loki, you granted magic to water.

It became a snake, and a snake bites.

You did it perfectly.

I did?

Don't you know how amazing you are?

Metal and rock are easy,

but to have an apprentice control water,

it's a triple threat, for it is also mist and ice.

Amora.

Leave us.

Yes, Your Highness.

Do you need something, Brother?

Yes. How is your magic?

It happens to be fairly advanced. Why?

Because we're stealing aboard

the Thunder Runner,

and we'll need your talents on our journey.

I lied. I'm not very good.

This is it.

We'll conceal ourselves in the hold.

Conceal ourselves? From our friends?

Friends who are not foolhardy enough

to set sail with the sons of Odin

on their vessel.

- Now make haste before...

- A mere seven days,

though it will feel like an eternity

while in the throes of battle

against the beasts of Jtunheim.

Bring us something, won't you?

Perhaps a claw or fang

of a savage white bear would please you.

It's astonishing, Loki.

This is a view of Asgard

like we've never seen.

And one I never cared to see.

You always fret.

The Warriors Three have

returned from this adventure

for the last three seasons

with nary a scratch.

But we're royalty.

We're not equipped to handle adventure.

Fear not, little brother,

for I am a skilled hand with a blade.

I'll protect you.

Sif was right. I've done him no favors.

Algrim?

Sire? Is there trouble?

No. I'm just looking for my sons.

Have you seen them?

Not for hours, my lord.

But it is not uncommon for them to be away

from their chambers at this time of night.

Sire, have you found

a reason to be concerned?

Thor and I had an argument.

Quarrels are to be expected.

He is nearing the age of adulthood.

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