Thor Page #4

HELMET.

LOKI (CONT'D)

(re:
Thor's helmet)

Nice feathers.

4th BLUE REVISIONS 03-26-10 9A.

THOR:

You don't really want to start this

again, do you, Cow?

LOKI:

I was being sincere!

THOR:

You're incapable of sincerity.

LOKI:

Am I?

He looks his brother in the eye, all pretense lost.

LOKI (CONT'D)

I've looked forward to this day as

long as you have. You're my

brother and my friend. Sometimes

I'm envious, but never doubt that I

love you.

4th BLUE REVISIONS 03-26-10 10.

Thor searches his brother's face, sees no trace of irony.

He's either speaking from his heart or he's a very, very good

liar. Maybe both. Thor puts an appreciative hand on his

brother's shoulder.

THOR:

Thank you.

The two brothers take in the moment a beat, then:

LOKI:

Give us a kiss.

THOR:

Stop.

Thor makes the final adjustments to his ceremonial wear.

THOR (CONT'D)

How do I look?

LOKI:

Like a king.

They hear the blast of a CEREMONIAL HORN.

LOKI (CONT'D)

It's time.

THOR:

You go ahead.

Loki casts him a wary look.

THOR (CONT'D)

I'll be along. Go on.

Loki heads inside the palace without his brother.

17A INT. ANTECHAMBER - NIGHT 17A

VOLSTAGG combs his great beard in preparation for the big

event. As he does, he's surprised to find a stray GRAPE

stuck in the beard. He pulls it out, looks around, then

eagerly pops it into his mouth and gobbles it down.

FANDRAL checks his reflection in a mirror, smooths out his

moustache, gives himself a dashing smile. A PRETTY MAIDEN

holds the mirror before him, as other MAIDENS look on

dreamily.

FANDRAL:

Thank you, love.

(to the Maidens)

(MORE)

4th BLUE REVISIONS 03-26-10 10A.

FANDRAL (CONT'D)

Now who'd like to polish my sword

for me?

The giddy Maidens eagerly raise their hands.

HOGUN stands staring ahead grimly, his hands folded in front

of him, amidst the hustle and bustle of the ATTENDANTS and

the ceremony preparations going on around him. A HELPFUL

ATTENDANT approaches him and starts to polish his armor.

Hogun turns his head, gives him a look. Intimidated, the

Attendant quickly backs away.

From behind, we see a WOMAN IN CEREMONIAL ARMOR take off her

SWORD and set it on a table, then her SHIELD, then several

HIDDEN DAGGERS and small, yet intimidating WEAPONS. We

reveal that it's SIF, looking radiant. She eyes the weapons

on the table.

SIF:

(to the weapons)

I'll miss you.

18 INT. THRONE ROOM - DAY 18

Colorful CEREMONIAL BANNERS of the Nine Realms adorn the

room, crowded with AESIR and REPRESENTATIVES from across

Yggdrasil, all BUZZING with excitement.

Thor's COMRADES enter and stride to their place of honor at

the front of the hall. They are:

THE WARRIORS THREE

VOLSTAGG has the girth and strength of a Sumo wrestler, with

oversized passions to match. FANDRAL, the consummate

swashbuckler, is agile, charismatic, and nattily dressed.

HOGUN -- dark, sullen, brooding -- a large MACE slung at his

side.

With them walks the warrior maiden SIF. She's clad in armor,

a shield and sword at her side -- a beauty not to be trifled

with.

4th BLUE REVISIONS 03-26-10 11.

VOLSTAGG:

I hope this goes quickly. I'm

famished.

FANDRAL:

(FEIGNED DISBELIEF)

Noooo!

VOLSTAGG:

Are you attached to that pretty

face of yours? Because one more

word, and you won't be.

FANDRAL:

(to the others)

My, we are hungry, aren't we?

The others laugh, save Hogun. Fandral turns to him.

FANDRAL (CONT'D)

Go on, Hogun. Smile. You can do

it. Even you, Hogun the Grim.

Just one smile.

Hogun stares at him grimly.

FANDRAL (CONT'D)

All right, half a smile. Look,

forget the smile, just show some

teeth.

SIF:

Fandral, is it true the famous

Warriors Three are ready to meet

any challenge?

FANDRAL:

Name it, Lady Sif.

SIF:

Keep your mouth shut.

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19 INT. VAULT - DAY 19

Imposing EINHERJAR GUARDS clad in armor, swords at the ready,

stand watch inside the massive underground structure beneath

the palace.

A cold BREEZE blows past them.

19A INT. PALACE ANTEROOM - DAY 19A

Thor stands, his fingers nervously drumming the handle of his

hammer. Frigga approaches behind him, sees his anxiety.

FRIGGA:

It's all right to be nervous.

THOR:

Why does everyone keep saying that?

I'm not nervous!

FRIGGA:

You may be able to fool the rest of

ASGARD --

THOR:

...but never you. I know.

FRIGGA:

Thor, just remember that you have

something even the great Allfather

never had.

THOR:

And what is that?

FRIGGA:

Me for a mother.

She smiles.

FRIGGA (CONT'D)

Now don't keep your father waiting.

Frigga leaves.

20 INT. THRONE ROOM - DAY 20

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