Valhalla Page #3

...will see clearly.

- Someone needs you.

- Trust your eyes.

Thor!

Thor, the old woman...

She is... Thor!

Aren't you gonna do something?

Take this! And that,

you monster! And that!

Can't you see?

He's dying!

His face...

No! It's not true.

No.

He's only sleeping.

Thor! Wake up!

Gods can't die.

Only you will see clearly

when the red one falls -

- and the thunder stills.

I must believe, I must believe.

What happened?

She's a tough old lady.

What are you looking at?

All right, so she won.

What of it?

What is going on?

Shut up!

Well, my friend.

You can't win them all.

So Quark stays with you. Right?

Come on, let's party. Music!

Come on, let's all party!

Victory is ours

victory is ours

the gods are pitiful, the gods

are pitiful, the gods are pitiful

you're staying with us

you're staying with us forever

Here you go.

- Remarkable old woman.

- Yes, very puzzling.

- I think they've been having us on.

- I tried to tell you, Loki.

- Be quiet. I'm thinking.

- It was magic.

I'm quite sure they used magic.

- I'm sorry I lost, boy.

- But you didn't lose.

- I saw it in the mirror.

- Interesting.

It wasn't a cat at all.

It was the Midgard Serpent.

And you didn't lose either, Loki.

Look at the trough. It's burnt.

- The old woman beat me, though.

- Of course!

Thor, she was Age.

Nobody can fight that. Not even you.

I'll show those scoundrels!

Just a moment. We don't want

any more broken bones, do we?

- I will handle this.

- You?

Yes, me.

Now, listen closely...

Children, go play.

And then...

This will do.

Good morning, my dear friends.

What a beautiful day.

I hope you enjoyed your stay.

- Too bad you have to keep Quark.

- Oh, we'll survive.

- Won't we, Thor?

- We sure will, Loki.

Have a safe journey.

Come back soon.

And by the way, my friends -

- I wasn't my usual

honest self with you.

Those contests...

- Simple magic.

- Simple.

Things aren't always

what they seem, are they?

Like this little creature here.

Unfortunately, the spell doesn't last.

- What have you done to him?

- Absolutely nothing.

The real Quark is...

I locked him up, but as long as we

got through the gates without him...

- It's a chicken.

- I know that, dummy.

You got me, you old goat.

I'll keep the little brat.

There is so much to tell.

That place was simply filthy.

They're so ugly and cunning,

they even had me fooled.

But once I realised

what was going on -

- well, I duped them.

By the way, what's for dinner?

- Boy...

- Yes, Thor?

- For you.

- For me?

A real sword!

Thank you.

Remember, son. A true warrior

knows when not to use it.

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