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HEIMDALL (V.O.) (CONT'D)

But for all their thirst for

knowledge, they let our lessons

fall into myth and dreams.

Where did he come from? He came

from us, the proudest race of

warriors the Worlds have ever seen.

He came from this -- the greatest

Realm the universe has ever known.

We move through the galaxy's mists and astral matter, then

over and up, through a band of prismatic color to reveal

what's on the other side:

HEIMDALL (V.O.) (CONT'D)

He came... from Asgard!

14 EXT. ASGARD - DAY 14

Beautiful beyond imagination. We fly over the magnificent

landscape of the Realm, through the gleaming capital city,

modern yet timeless.

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15 EXT. ODIN'S PALACE - DAY 15

The palace rises countless stories tall, gleaming with an

other-worldly majesty, towering high above the Realm sprawled

out before it.

We move towards a large window of the palace, where a FIGURE

STANDS --

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ODIN ALLFATHER:

Stares out at his kingdom. The ravens fly up to the balcony,

land at his side.

16 INT. ODIN'S CHAMBERS - DAY 16

Odin turns away from the window. His wife FRIGGA sits at a

vanity and tries different earrings before the mirror.

ODIN:

Do you think he's ready?

FRIGGA:

He thinks he is. He has his

father's confidence.

ODIN:

He'll need his father's wisdom.

FRIGGA:

And his humility?

Odin reacts.

FRIGGA (CONT'D)

Thor won't be alone. Loki will be

at his side to give him counsel.

Have faith in your sons.

ODIN:

Yes, but Thor's still a boy. He

could be a great King...

Odin stops, notices HIS HAND SHAKING. It seems to be out of

synch temporally with the rest of the world, leaving a trail

as it moves. He stares at it determinedly, concentrating,

trying to stop the strange event through the force of his

sheer will.

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Finally, the occurrence subsides, his hand normal once more.

A worried Frigga covers his hand with her own.

ODIN (CONT'D)

(QUIETLY)

...if we only had more time.

FRIGGA:

For once, our son needs something

we cannot provide.

ODIN:

I can fight it a little longer...

FRIGGA:

No. You've put it off too long! I

worry for you.

He touches her cheek.

ODIN:

I've destroyed demons and monsters,

devastated whole worlds, laid waste

to mighty kingdoms, and still you

worry for me?

FRIGGA:

Always.

ODIN:

Not today. Now come kiss your

king... while I'm still king.

He pulls her close, and they kiss.

17 INT. PALACE ANTEROOM - DAY 17

Directly under the throne room, a gloomily lit hall. Banners

hang on either side to form a corridor down the middle of the

fire lit room.

Giant doors open at one end. A huge figure silhouetted

against the bright light beyond walks forward. In slo-mo, we

recognize the unmistakable shape of the God of Thunder.

Hammer in hand, he reaches the end of a raised platform.

An ATTENDANT hands the figure a goblet of wine.

He downs it quickly, hurls it towards the fire directly

below.

THOR:

Another!

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The cup smashes, the alcohol causes the fire to glow

intensely -- and, for a moment, brightly lit, and seen full

length, like a King to be, is THE MIGHTY THOR.

He proceeds down stops, past camera, and down the center of

the Hall.

We follow from behind and see at the other end, massively

shadowed on one of the great banners, the shape of two great

horns. As Thor approaches, the horn shapes move, and then,

from the shadows at the side, emerges LOKI, wearing his

horned headpiece.

Like Thor, he is dressed for a great ceremony. They stand by

a brazier at the foot of steps that lead up to the crowded

throne room.

LOKI:

(TO THOR)

Nervous, brother?

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THOR:

Have you ever known me to be

nervous?

LOKI:

There was the time in Nornheim...

THOR:

That wasn't nerves, brother. It

was the rage of battle. How else

could I have fought my way through

a hundred warriors and pulled us

out alive?

The Attendant approaches with another goblet of wine for

Thor.

LOKI:

As I recall, I was the one who

veiled us in smoke to ease our

escape.

THOR:

Some do battle, others just do

tricks.

The Attendant stifles a laugh. Loki notices, doesn't like

it. He gestures towards the goblet in the Attendant's hand.

EELS pour over the sides of the goblet, slithering out and

across the terrified Attendant's hand. He SCREAMS, hurls the

goblet to the ground. Loki chuckles.

THOR (CONT'D)

Loki...

Loki gestures to the writhing eels on the ground. They turn

back to spilled wine, the illusion shattered.

THOR (CONT'D)

Now that was just a waste of good

wine.

LOKI:

Just a bit of fun.

(to the Attendant)

Right, my friend?

The Attendant isn't so sure. Thor dons his EAGLE-WINGED

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