Thor: Tales of Asgard Page #2

Yes, nearing.

He has yet to arrive,

despite what he believes.

I'm afraid he may have

done something foolish.

You would think

that someone known as the "All Father"

should possess the wisdom

to raise two boys.

They are not your average boys, Sire.

Algrim, am I a good father?

Do I shield them from too much?

Though my children never had the chance

to come of age,

I do believe that keeping sons too close

could very well be what drives them away.

Some lessons, my lord,

can only be learned with real consequences.

So, perhaps that is what

you can teach them now.

Your counsel is wise, Algrim.

And, as always, appreciated.

Loki, wake up.

What?

The ship lies still.

We're in Jtunheim.

Come back, and I'll kill you!

It's smaller than I imagined.

Say, love, do you know where

a gallant warrior like myself

might purchase the claw or fang

of a savage white bear?

Another round.

Going after Nixies now, are you Fandral?

Having established your standards,

let's maybe try your hand at a nice,

plump hobgoblin girl.

You jest, but in the later hours, who knows?

Change that grim face, Hogun,

or we'll make you go sit with the Greeks.

Spending a half fortnight

in this rotting armpit,

merely to steal stories, has lost its charm.

What hasn't lost its charm for you, Hogun?

I believe I'll go turn in.

We're about to get a new story.

I'll secure us a little roasted

mystery meat, boys,

while you two spread out

and see what can be overheard.

Do you know the one about

the three explorers

whose travels never took them

beyond an outpost inn?

Hello, friends.

Sire, what brings you

this far from the kingdom?

A drafty little bucket

named the Thunder Runner. Know of it?

You stowed away?

Upon our vessel?

It gets worse.

And you brought Loki.

We'll all be drawn and quartered.

Relax. Lift your steins for a toast, lads.

To frigid worlds and lost swords.

You took my ale.

You dare lay your foul-smelling paw

on the son of Odin?

Stay your hands!

Fenris.

And I thought his paw was foul-smelling.

Enough!

Barkeep, some fiend is making off

with your cash box.

Excuse me!

Who started it?

Does it ever matter?

- Have you seen my sword?

- No.

Let's look for it.

Greetings, ladies. Perhaps later we can...

Have you seen a sword?

Gold, bejeweled, perfectly balanced?

Here, try this.

Well, it's better than nothing.

Did you use a little... You know.

No.

You're mine!

That just breaks the heart.

Come on, come on, come on.

Well, lads, I'd say

that's enough adventure for one trip.

Agreed.

Then let's put about ship

and head for home.

With charitable winds,

we can be there by morning.

Nay, friends.

We came in search of Surtur's sword,

and we'll not return home until we find it.

You heard my brother. On to Jtunheim.

While I commend your aim, novice,

it is evident that

one man has claim on your focus.

My apologies, Brunhilde.

No need to apologize.

We've all joined the sisterhood

for similar reasons.

But this is Konurlifandi,

a place where we sever our reliance on men.

Where we are free to

reach our true potential.

Yes, ma'am. 'Tis why I've come here.

Then I offer this advice, Sif.

Men are useful for one reason

and one reason only.

Beyond that, they should be disposed of.

Now return to the line.

I have to say, I'm close to weeping, lads.

Aye. She was far from pretty,

but she did perform her duty well.

A quality I've grown to appreciate.

Gentlemen, why linger?

We have nowhere to go but onward.

How can you whistle? My lips are frozen.

I've never felt such cold in my life,

yet you walk as if

crossing the spring meadow.

There must be but one explanation.

I'm tougher than you.

Fine. Then I'll let you fend off

the first Frost Giant, little brother.

Stand guard. I sense movement.

Snow sprites. What would we do

without your keen senses, Hogun?

Hey! Thieving little pest!

Keep alert, friends!

Surtur's sword won't be looking for us.

Thor?

You're not giving up, are you, Brother?

I fear Algrim's right.

- About what?

- The sword.

He said it will never be found.

What does Algrim know of it?

He knows Jtunheim well, Loki.

It claimed his people.

It wiped them out as if they never existed.

Nay, it was

the Frost Giants who claimed them.

The land itself is not to blame.

It matters not.

We hold no kinship with the ice.

Therefore, its secrets are safe from us.

Every secret has its clues.

Do you recall the many tales of valor

we were forced to commit to memory

as children?

Yes. I love those stories.

Verily. I can recite

Odin's great defeat of Surtur by heart.

I, as well.

Then you should recognize this valley.

'Tis where that defeat took place.

Yes. Yes, I see it. It began there.

Father held the only weapon

that could rival Surtur's sword,

his spear, Gungnir.

Yet he bided his time.

A wise warrior, Father knew

his only hope was to tire the fire giant first.

So exhausted was Surtur,

that to lift his sword,

he needed both hands.

- Thus exposing his chest.

- Thus exposing his chest.

It must be there,

at the foot of that mountain.

I cannot take another step.

Stand guard. I hear something.

What this time, Hogun? A moth? A cricket?

Perhaps a...

Don't move.

Enter.

Sire, a visitor from the outer realm

seeks an audience.

You manage affairs today, Algrim.

I have been,

but this concerns Thor and Loki.

Show him in.

What news do you bring?

News? I've come for compensation.

My dwelling was destroyed!

And for what reason

do you seek payment here?

Because the sons of Odin were responsible!

One of them left this!

Brother, over there.

It's magnificent.

And large. Very large!

Who of us knew it would be that large?

Not me.

I'm very surprised.

The dwarves called it Elderstahl.

They fashioned it to

fit the hand of whoever wields it.

Hogun, can you break it free?

Aye. Stand back.

Brother?

I've never felt such power.

This has moved beyond a harmless quest.

We must not be found in Jtunheim

with such a weapon.

Why be concerned, Loki?

I defy anyone to confront us,

especially now that we are armed with this.

We must return to Asgard with due haste.

Agreed, but for that,

we must first make our way north.

North?

We need a new means of travel,

so we'll acquire horses in Konurlifandi.

From the Valkyries?

We'd be lucky to leave with our lives,

let alone horses.

They'll never help us.

They won't, but Sif will.

So, it's Sif that lures you there.

No, Loki.

I'm just attempting to get us home.

That's all.

Hear that?

We're heading to the Valkyrie training camp.

And passing from

one frigid world to another.

Fandral, just how many of their

maiden warriors have you angered?

Let's just say

I bear an unsettling resemblance

to their archery targets.

We have intruders!

They have the scent. Let's go!

Get down.

Look there.

Sentries. We must find

another means of crossing.

You remember the realm charts as well as I.

This is the only northern route.

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