Thor: Tales of Asgard Page #3

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.

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