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[Loki]
Niffleheim--

Realm of Hela,
queen of Asgard's fallen.

And, unfortunately,
the location
of the last sword fragment

we need to reforge Dragonfang.

I'll take those, Loki.
Not that I don't
trust you with them, but--

No. Wait. Just kidding.
I absolutely don't
trust you with them.

So how come ancient
Asgardian sword fragments ain't
ever hidden someplace nice?

We're not here
to relax, Rocket.

The Serpent
is using Asgard to absorb
all life in the galaxy,

and Dragonfang
is the only weapon
that can stop him.

So we smash in, grab the sword,
and smash our way out.

[scoffs]
One slight flaw
in the green behemoth's plan--

no one has ever returned
from Hela's realm alive.

We already lost Yondu.
I won't risk losing anyone else.

Why would Hela
refuse to help?

Is the Serpent
not her enemy as well?

I'm afraid
it's not so simple.

Hela enchanted Dragonfang
to help Odin defeat the Serpent,

but it broke in the battle,
and Odin banished Hela
as punishment.

She hates all Asgardians now.

Fortunately,
I have something no Asgardian,

nor any of you possess--
charm.

I will convince Hela
to join our cause.

Or, better yet,
you can distract Hela

while Iron Man
tracks down the fragment
and reforges the sword

before she even knows
it's missing.

So tell me, Peter Quill,

how do you propose
we escape the inescapable?

By bringing along
the best breakout artists
in the galaxy.

I am Groot?
Of course I mean us!
Who else would I mean?

[Hulk] And what are
the rest of us supposed to do,
twiddle our thumbs?

[Quill] I don't know, Hulk.
Maybe smash anything
that gets near the Bifrost.

[wind howling]

[Gamora]
Why couldn't we just Bifrost in?

Hela would view
any teleportation
as an attack, Gamora.

Uh, hey, guys?
What's that?

[Drax]
That would appear to be snow.

[Quill]
No, Drax. Under the snow.

[computer trilling]
[Iron Man]
It's an Asgardian transport.

[Rocket]
Yes!

I am Groot?
Who cares why
it crashed here?

Can't be worse
than trudging through
all this krutackin' snow.

[Drax]
Incorrect, Rocket.
It is much worse.

All right, guys.
Let's show this thing
what happens when someone messes

with the Guardians
of the Galaxy!
[Loki screams, grunts]

Loki is not technically
a Guardian.

Do we still need to fight?
I'm gonna say yes!

[both grunt]

I need a manual jump.

Open the forward panel
and push the green button. Go!

I am Groot, I am Groot,
I am Groot.
[grunts]

No way I get beat by calamari.

[yells, grunts]

[screaming]

[together]
Hey, watch out!
[Gamora grunts]

I am Groot, I am Groot,
I am Groot! Mm...

[Quill]
Rocket! Go, go, go!

The green one, Groot!
Green!
I am Groot!

[beeps]

[ascending whirring]

[Quill]
Thanks for getting us
away from that creature.

Well, most of it.

Queen Hela, I humbly apologize
for intruding on your domain.

Lower.

Knees.

[chuckles to himself]

[quietly]
Shall I trim your toenails
whilst I'm down here?

All are humbled before Hela.

And you must be desperate
as well to come here,
Loki Lie-Smith.

What do you imagine I would give
the son of Odin

other than my utter contempt?

[Loki]
This is beyond petty disputes,
Hela.

Odin's brother has taken Asgard
and everyone in it captive.

[Hela]
And why should that concern me?

I fought the Serpent once
for Odin,

and he repaid me
with banishment.

[Loki]
Odin was a fool.

How could I neglect
such a powerful,
enchanting ally?

You flatter to deceive,
Lie-Smith.

Scanner shows the sword fragment
right behind this wall.

[clicks]

[ascending mechanical whine]

You wound me, Hela.

I would never seek to deceive
one so clever as you.

[Rocket]
Okay. Not our best distraction.

Of course you would
deceive me, Loki.
It is in your nature.

Meet my associates,

the Guardians of the Galaxy
and Iron Man.

They bring gifts--

the two missing chards
of your enchanted sword,

Dragonfang.

[Quill]
Say what now?

[Gamora]
Loki, what are you doing?

[Drax]
He is removing the sword
fragments from Iron Man's armor.

No, I'm improvising.

[Rocket]
That a fancy word
for double-crossing us?

I am Groot!

What use have I
for mere fragments?

I also bring you the mortal
capable of reforging Dragonfang.

A gift from Asgard,
with my most humble apologies

for the ungrateful way
Odin treated you.

All we require from you
is the remaining fragment.

Hmm. Is that all?

[chuckles]
Oh, and, you know,
your permission

to briefly,
briefly borrow the sword
for a small task.

Okay, maybe it's
not a double cross.
Yet.

Forgive me if I find it
difficult to believe

this mortal capable
of scratching his own nose,

let alone reforging
an enchanted sword.

I can totally scratch--
That's 'cause Junk Man here
is just the tool kit.

I'm the brains
behind this operation.

Intriguing. Show me.

[Iron Man]
Okay, I don't recall
being consulted

on the whole
"brains, tool kit" arrangement.

Uh, hello?
Rocket, I c-can't move!

And that's better
for everyone, humie.

Now let the master work.
I swear,

if you tell any of
the other Avengers about this--
and listen to me--

I am gonna fire a repulsor
in your tail so hard...

[laughs, sighs]

To think a mere lapdog
would be capable

of accomplishing such a feat.

[whirrs]
Back online.

One, don't call me "lapdog."
That's worse than "rodent."

Two, you're welcome.

You have our thanks, Hela.

Now, if you
could just release us,

we will happily
take our leave.

Oh, I would,

but freeing you
would upset my other guest.

The Serpent?

And I value his opinion
far more than yours.

[Loki]
You summoned the Serpent?

No one summons me,
trickster.

I come and go
as I please.

You distracted me
while your allies attempted
to steal my sword fragment.

Nothing goes on inside my realm
without my knowledge, Loki.

[Quill]
Oh, so we were double-crossed,
just not by Loki.

Yes. That is called irony.
Is it not?

Why are you siding
with the Serpent?

I do not have a side.

Hela, as always,
stands alone.

Oh. Then you won't mind
if I do this?

Actually, I do mind!

Foolish mortals!
Get back!

Easier said than done!
Not when you have the sword.

Okay, wasn't expecting
bone spikes.

Aah!

Ah. Hela thanks you
for your gift.

[Gamora]
Iron Man, could really
use some backup now.

I can't reach the others.
My comm's being jammed.

[Iron Man cries out]

Pity you don't have the sword.

I trust these theatrics
are over?

I was beginning to think
the great Hela

could no longer keep
her house in order.

[Hela]
Take your prize
and leave me in peace, Serpent.

[Quill]
Wait. Him? Really?

[grunts]

[groaning]

Of course.
Outside of myself,

Loki is the only Asgardian
still free.

My thanks, Hela.

Now, since there is no longer
ill will between us,

I trust
you won't mind giving me
the sword, Dragonfang,

and the mortal
who reforged it as well.

Actually, I would mind.

You'll get neither.

You dare to deny
the All-Father?!

This sword
nearly killed both of us
the last time I used it.

Shall we try it again?

The sword is mine,
and these mortals are mine
so long as they amuse me.

But I understand how
you might feel... slighted.

Toward that end,

my Fallen Warriors
will escort you
to your missing Bifrost chamber.

Consider it,
and all inside, yours.

[Serpent]
And the Man of Iron,

lest you be tempted
to have him forge
more Dragonfangs

and challenge my rule.

Very well.

But I'm the one who did all
the wor-- [muffled mutter]
I am Groot.

[Hela]
But I warn you, Serpent.
[Loki, Iron Man groan]

Intrude upon my realm again,

and you will not find me
nearly so agreeable.

My Avengers comm isn't working.

You're pushing it wrong,
or your fat head
is blocking the signal.

Watch your fat beak, Duck!

[frustrated yell]

It must be broken
or something!

It is now.

Seriously?
You people are heroes
on your planet?

[Serpent, Iron Man groaning]

Loki, where are Guardians?

Dealing with Hela.
They need our help, now!

Why Cosmo
cannot read Loki's mind?

[all grunt]

[all groaning]

Asgard, but not
like I remember it.

[Howard grunts]

This ain't good.

It also ain't over.
[roars]

[straining]

A noble struggle,
green behemoth,

but ultimately
doomed to failure.

Smart play getting rid
of the Serpent, Hela.

Now we can take the sword
and sneak attack him
while his guard's down.

That was the plan,
right?

Wheels within wheels?

[laughs]
I meant what I said, mortal.

The only reason I'm keeping you
is that you amuse me.

Amuse this, lady!
[ascending whirring]

[grunts]

[grunting]

You do more than amuse me,
lapdog.

You intrigue me.

Your friends, however,
can rot in my dungeon
[straining]

for the remainder
of their mortal lives,

which won't be long,
trust me.

I am Groot!

Just so you know,

I've broken out of
every prison ever made.

You'll never keep me
locked up in here.

That is precisely
what I'm counting on.

Hey, stop poking.
Your hands are really cold.

Aah!

[Gamora]
Quill, they're Fallen Warriors.

What did you expect?
Drax expects to escape.

The fools never
took our weapons.

In my experience,
if no one takes the time
to disarm you,

it's because they
don't think it matters.

Well... [sighs]
one way to find out.
[Gamora] Wait!

[grunts]
[grunts]

[Quill]
Oh! Yeah! Okay!
Yeah, this was a bad idea!

[Groot screams]

I am Groot!

Okay, now we know.

[sighs]
Huh?
[electricity arcing]

[mutters]

[grunts]

[yells, grunts]

[straining]

Frustrating, is it not?

Believe me,
I know the feeling.

[grunts, groans]

Why? 'Cause Odin
dumped you here?

I am not simply banished.

When Dragonfang shattered,
my power did as well,

and Odin trapped it here
within this chest.

And even with
Dragonfang restored,

I cannot open it myself.

I may rule this realm,
but I cannot leave this room.

But, as you've said,

you have broken out of
every prison ever made.

Now you will break me
out of mine.

Or would you and your friends
rather join my army?

So all I gotta do
is open a box?

Let me at it.

[Drax laughing]
[weapon blow lands]

[grunting]

I am nearly through.
[grunting continues]

[Quill]
Yeah, I'll hold my breath.
I do not recommend that.

Breathing is essential.

I am Groot.

[sighs] Okay. Groot,
there's no way you can
just pick the--
[clicks]

I am Groot.

[Groot yelling]

Aah!

[yells]

This isn't right.
It shouldn't be this easy.

Normally, I'd agree
with you, but--
Are you feeling all right?

You look kind of pale.

I am Groot.

[Gamora]
Uh, Quill, you're fading.

What? I'm not fading.
You're fading!

Oh, man. Oh, no.
I'm totally fading!

Hela said the remainder
of our immortal lives
won't last long.

Her realm is draining
our life energy.

No! Drax is
hideously decrepit!
[grunts]

Dude, you look exactly
the same.

Do not lie to comfort me, Quill.
I am ravaged by age!

That's why they
didn't disarm us.

Hela knew as soon as
we tried to escape,

our life force
would start fading.

Some faster than others.

Still, we better get out
before we start looking
like those guys.

[Hela]
Work faster, lapdog.

Yeah, that's right.
Threaten me.

That'll really
speed things up.

Work faster.

[grunting]

Cold?
I'll show you cold!

[grunting]

[grunts]

It's not just cold.
I feel... old.

[straining]

Aahh!

[weak grunt]
I am Groot.

Then we better get to Rocket
before I break a hip.

Whoa!

[grumbling]

[frustrated grunt]

The only way
to get this thing open
is to break that flange.

But it's pure uru.

Nothing but an Asgardian weapon
can do it.

How can I have any faith
that you're telling the truth?

Fine.

I got something better
than Asgardian weapons.

[beeping]

[devices beeping]

Ugh! Enough of these
foolish fireworks!

Do it, now.

Huh.

Stand back.

This is a delicate operation.

[yelling]
[rumbling]

Yes!

The power is mine once more!

[gasps]
I am free,

and I will march on Asgard
with an army so large

all Nine Realms will tremble!

And that arrogant snake
will learn that no one--

no one stops Hela!
[laughing]

Well, except me.

[lid thuds shut]

Heh. That was for keeping me
from my blaster.

See how you like it
when I keep you
from your sword.

Ugh! Then I'll just have to
make do with this one!

[grunting]

Works pretty good. Thanks.

[beeping]

[all panting]

That was
a lot of stairs.

You guys don't look so good.
Not that I care.

Just move!

[grunts, pants]

You may be out of my reach,
lapdog,

but not out of my grasp!

Lady, looks like
I'm out of both
from where I'm standing.

Less taunting,
more running.
[panting]

Or at least
fast walking.

At last, my youthful vigor
and color is restored!

You still... look...
exactly... the same!

No Bifrost, no backup.

Guess that hunk of junk
will have to do.

This rig ain't meant
for spaceflight.

I gotta juice the engines
just to break orbit.
[grunts]

[ascending whirring]

None shall escape Hela's realm.

Uh, Rocket,
I'm starting to get

what she meant by that whole
"not out of my grasp" thing.

[yells]

[thud]

[yells]
I am Groot!

[grunts, growls]

[Rocket laughs]
I can make anything fly!

[descending motor whirring]

Okay.
I didn't say for how long.

What am I supposed to do now,
get out and push?

[air hissing]
[Gamora]
Better push fast.

We're running
out of oxygen.

[Drax]
Now I would recommend
holding your breath.