No matter what the cost, I must again locate the Absorbing Man! For I have pledged my Very life to the defense of Earth! And, so long as the deadly menace exists unchecked, all mankind is in the gravest danger!
The way I see it, you ain't much different than a guy like me! You carry a nutty hammer and wear them wings on yer hat, while I drive me a hack and wear a button on my cap. But, I'll betcha you worry about dames, 'n politics, 'n the World Series just like me 'n everybody else.
Though thou be truly pure of heart – in thine innocence, thou art fair misguided! The true guru thou seekest doth lie within thyselves! Heed you now these words: 'Tis not by dropping out – but by plunging in – into the maelstrom of life itself – that thou shalt find thy wisdom! There be causes to espouse!! There be battles to be won! There be glory and grandeur all about thee – if thou wilt but see! Aye, there will be time enow for thee to disavow thy heritage – yea, thou mayest drop out fore'er – once Hela herself hath come for thee! But, so long as life endures – thou must live it to the full! Else, thou be unworthy of the title – Man!
Hear me, Eye of Odin! Because I did defeat thee in Combat, thou hast sworn to tell me that which I would know. Keep now thine avowed Word - or by Asgard, I shall make thee wish to Gods unborn that thou hadst!
Now devil -- now thou hast proof that these souls have been falsely claimed...for at least one of them has overcome thy evil and does not belong here! Before you strain my patience to its end, release yon innocents -- or we shall do battle, thou and I, throughout all eternity!
No grandfather! You shall not! Do you think that your fate rests within yourself? That I have come all this way to discover a dotard seeking Valhalla through deception? You have called upon the gods of the icy north and they have answered you! Now, your life...is mine!
Hear me, you elements! Hear me, storms! Rise up in your wrath! A warrior hath died this day and you shall carry him to his destiny! No longer Eilif the Lost, but Eilif the Dragonslayer! Strike now! And fire this holy mound!
For mine is the swiftness of the very lightning itself! And the fury of the elements is as nothing to the fury of Thor this day! Flee, death! Flee and lick thy wounds, you who are not fit to utter my father's name! And know that Thor shall not be far behind!
Still, there is another perhaps more worthy of the throne than I. One whose bravery is the equal of Thor's, one whose nobility surpasses my own. I speak of none other than Balder the Brave! Balder, whose honor is beyond reproach! Balder, whose sense of justice matches that of Odin himself! Surely, the shining Balder would be a ruler worthy of the Golden Realm.
But I have many names, serpent, even as you. Vingthor the Hurler, Longbeard's Son, have I been called. Hrodr's foeman, too. In Tyr's ancestral home, wisest Hymir knew my name as Veur; unhappy Hrungnir's playmate some have called me. East of Elvigar in Gianthome they whisper Hloriddi's name. My father called me son. My mother called me darling. And beneath the vaults of Heaven, I am Thor Odinson, the Thunderer, Jormungand's Fear!
You said it yourself, Jormungand! The trouble with godhood is that it robs you of your finer judgment! And that is why we will never be the same. You are a mighty fighter, but in the end, you are only a selfish creature while heroes...heroes have an infinite capacity for stupidity! Thus are legends born!
When you first spoke to me about your problems, I had doubts...about you. They were quickly erased...when you lifted Mjolnir...for only a man or god worthy -- pure of heart and noble of mind -- could have done so! ... A sacred bond unites all those who have e'er been privileged to wield Mjolnir! A bond which stretches far into infinity! I salute you, Captain!
So be it! Thou hast forced me to unleash the most terrifying Asgardian power of all! A power which once hurled back Galactus, the World-eater, and e'en gave pause to an almighty Celestial! I must call forth the god-force which flows within my veins -- and unite it with the irresistible power of mine enchanted Uru mallet! And the God of Thunder shall become one with the hammer supreme! Let the Juggernaut FALL!
For I am lord of the winds...and the storm!Thunder and lightning are my hunting dogs...the rain is my whip...and when I must, I ride a great and terrible steed...the earthquake! Nothing mortal can stand before it.
'Tis the saddest of all occasions which draws us together. The greatest of the great -- the most splendid of the splendid - hath been taken from us. Thus do we gather in respect for Odin. His word was law. His judgment sound. His honor unequaled. Without him, we are less than we were. As his son -- we begin these days of mourning and observance.
I saw times long past......and the essence of the All-Father's puissance which lives within me tells me... 'tis true. An injustice was done...but so much time passed that it diminished in importance to Odin...and then, eventually......became his secret shame.
Sif. Heimdall. Balder. Fandral. Volstagg. Can your souls hear me? Do my words find you, in the hearts of mortals? If they do, then hear this vow. I shall find you, though I comb the four corners of the earth in my quest. I shall find you.
I do not know if I can do this, Blake. I do not know if I can survive doing this. I do not know the consequences, whatever and whoever may be summoned forth...whether I will live or die in the effort. I only know that I must try. If I should fall, find Sif. Tell her I love her. Tell her...tell her...that I fell loving her above all risk, all danger, all consequence. Tell her goodbye.
Bad days are coming. We have seen worse. What they did to Bill was a message to all of us -- a threat. This menace is very real. It is very powerful. And it is traveling a very long way to destroy us all. We will raise our defenses. We will fight them to the last. And we will defend those that cannot defend themselves. ... Today we fight, brothers and sisters. Today we stand up and never, ever relent. Brothers and sisters -- prepare yourselves. Today we go to WAR.
As a founding member of the once-great Avengers, I say to thee, I have fought alongside Janet Van Dyne in many a battle. Battles that have saved this world from destruction. It was my honor to call her teammate and friend. The halls of Asgard share your grief today, and they shall sing praise and rejoice that such a warrior ever walked this earth. The gates of Valhalla are richer today.
For now and forever anyone who needs to know will know, that Asgard and Earth are allies, attempt to defile one and incur the wrath of the other. And let it be known, Avengers, one and all, if the call is given. I will join your ranks once more.
You collective disbelief...is palpable. Perhaps it is beyond your capabilities to truly comprehend the realms that exist far beyond the fields you know. So be it. Mine own path, then, becomes painfully obvious... ... Never have I placed such trust in warriors that do not share my immortal blood. Perhaps it is not prudent to start now.
Indeed...but let them tremble when the clarion call sounds! The revelation of our very existence will strike like the mightiest thunderclap! Out victories shall be the stuff of legend! Our triumphs shall echo throughout the nine worlds -- 'tis endeavors such as these where the warrior ideals of god and man intersect to produce something greater than the sum of its parts. On this day, we have declared war...and we shall avenge the evils perpetrated by those who would oppose us. We shall...avenge them all.
When day breaks, my friends and I will seek out the lady Death to undo whatever we must to make things right. For that, I will need an army. I will need you to gather and join me in battle... All of us. For no one of us could do this alone.
Sorry? Not yet... But it will come. The form you have chosen was a close friend to me. You molest his memory by stealing his visage. Seeing his proud face distorted in this a way raises such a fury on my soul--I WILL SMASH HIS FEATURES FROM YOUR SKULL!
...You have made a war so you may fight. You have made a war so you may murder. Which begs the question...have you become the enemy? The woman who was your ally will die for you. It is almost certain she will be sentenced to death. Is that a righteous sacrifice? Is that what you have fought for? You are a warrior who has lost himself in battle, Punisher. I leave you with your honor, and the knowledge of what you must do. It is time to hang up your weapons...to let your war end.
There is a saying among the super hero community that has even reached the hallowed halls of Asgard... "With great power comes great responsibility." The question is... what happens when the power is too great? What should be thy responsibility then?
Mother! I would speak to thee of visions. Visions granted me by the burning eye of a dead Watcher! Visions of cosmic war at the dawn of time! Of Nine Realms torn with fire and blood and secrets! I know, mother! There is a Tenth Realm!
I am Asgardian-born. The blood-son of Odin. The Lord of the Storm and the Raging Thunder. And I'll be damned if I need a hammer in order to raise some Hel. But this day I will claim one nonetheless. No matter how much blood I must wade through. So swears the Unworthy Thor.
Gods... are vain and vengeful creatures. Always have been. The mortals who've worshipped us for centuries... would all be better off without us. We gods do not deserve their love. No matter how much we fight to fool ourselves. We are all unworthy.
This war. The War of the Realms. It will not be the end of Midgard. So swears the God of Thunder. Even if it be the end of me. If that happens... I will join you in fire, Mjolnir. And we'll be reunited at last, my friend. Until then... Thor has a war to fight.
You have lied to me! Played me like a pawn in a battle I did not begin. I am the son of Odin. King of Asgard. Ruler of the Ten Realms. God of thunder and the storm. And you... you are just the errand boy of a hailstorm.
I told you, Bill... something is wrong. I have sensed it for too long... something broken inside Mjolnir. And, for too long, I have tried to ignore it. To run from it. To cast it out of my mind. Today I will run no more. Today... I will face it. Mjolnir has grown heavier since I have taken the throne. And though I do not know how this is possible... I believe I know why. In my heart I know it is true. I have feared that I would soon be unable to lift Mjolnir. That somehow... it has grown tired of me... or that I have again become unworthy... but the truth... the truth is much worse... it is not only that I struggle to lift Mjolnir... it is also everyone else does not.
By Heimdall's eyes! 'Tis Fandral the Dashing, Hogun the Grim, and the voluminous Volstagg! Sooth, their talent for plunging headlong into disaster never ceases to amaze me! How did they manage to entangle themselves in such a sorry situation this time?
By Ymir's frost-covered beard, art thou mad? I create a new secret identity as Sigurd Jarlson-- I entrust one Avenger with my address-- Thou com'st hither to ask my aid-- and then thou wouldst consume fried fowl ere returning to our allies! By my troth, Olympian! Every time I consider thee a full-fledged god, thou remindest me of thy half-human heritage!
No. You always did what you felt was right. You angered me, yes, and I was childish in that anger, yes. When young, I probably broke a lot of things I loved in tantrums. I'm flawed. We may be gods, but in all the ways that count, we are very human.
Thy duty is to thy father, unruly one! And in this, thou hast failed most grievously! But never more! I strip from thee thy mortal guise--and make thee thy true self once more! Thy true self! Thou wouldst do well to remember that--for I return thee now to Asgard's gleaming halls, and thou shall see Midgard--never again!
Judgment and humility! And by my beard, Thor -- You will learn it! I banish you to Midgard, to reside these many years within a mortal shell, that you will be humbled, that you may persevere. That through his travails you shall learn the true measure of endurance.
It doesn't seem fair, does it, thunder god...not only am I many times more powerful than you...not only are my naked arms more than a match for yours clutching your pitiful mallet...but you can't even look at me without a disabling shudder of fear. I was made that way...bred so that the mere sight of me can cripple armies...rendering them helpless while I rip them into tatters.