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In Asgard, glittering celestial world at the end of the Rainbow Bridge, all is not glory and grandeur.

While illustrious Odin, lord of the realm, enjoys a visit by his favorite son, mighty thunder god Thor.

Not far away, Odin's other son, Loki, prince of evil, serves in bondage to the aged warlock Euloric.

Though it means defying the sense of Odin himself, I can endure this humiliation no longer.

Sleep, wizard. My artful mist will keep you in suspended animation for all the ages, if I so desire.

Now he will remain captive in this sphere, hidden from all eyes, as if simply a victim of his own timeboat.

While his renowned library of both sorcery and science serves to me its black and mystic secrets, yes, these devices will strike at the rule of Odin himself.

Ah, what have we here? A way to eliminate the mightiest of Odin's defenders. My accursed half-brother Thor.

Meanwhile, despite his longing to retain a part of his immortal heritage, the god of thunder returns across the Rainbow Bridge to his earthly role of Dr. Don.

And to his lovely nurse, Jane Foster, from whom he has long kept the secret that he and Thor are one.

Oh, Don, things pile up so when you're away on your business trips.

Sorry, Jane. I'll start tending strictly to my patients right away.

Nay. Hardly, Dr. Blake.

Loki.

What did you say?

Just surprised me to find the lab already on the line.

We both know, Doctor, how close you are to a certain thunder god, who will soon fall beneath the blows of a conqueror.

One who will draw Thor's own power energies unto himself, absorbing energy, strength, his very substance from everything he touches.

Give him my warning, Doctor. Thor's hours are numbered.

You sounded so sure.

Aha. 'Tis done. The energy probe is ready, set precisely to seek out the prized human specimen of evil incarnate.

Like a needle of secret light scanning, measuring, searching for the one to vanquish Thor.

It has found the heart and hands of a killer.

No posse is gonna take me. I've smashed the whole pack of you.

You're unfortunately on the fire, Crusher.

Where'd he go? Did he fall into a pit or has he hypnotized us?

He's spread out. He's got to be here somewhere.

Ah. Now I need only expose the mortals' atoms to the cosmic emptiness of limbo to make them hungry for new substance capable of absorbing whatever they touch.

Reassemble this savage energy into a being who must obey my every command.

He fairly radiates power.

Now a translucent sphere to protect him on his journey back to Earth.

The tragedy is about to begin before Thor.

Wait. Why should I not be there for my triumph? Yes.

If Loki has escaped from bondage and if, well, a thunder god should be ready. Just in case.

Then, brief moments later, all eyes turn to the sky.

Even Thor is puzzled by the sight of a glowing spheroid plunging from the heavens by the golden spires of Asgard.

Truly no human power can be responsible for that. Thor. As it moves, something inside is struggling to break free. A man.

Yes. Then the stage is set.

From what prison do you come? Who are you?

Show him. I will you to show him absorbing man.

This man seems to draw strength from the law itself. Absorbing its very substance.

It is you who Loki sent.

Yeah. I'm gonna smash you, punk. If your hammer even touches me, I'll absorb its power.

And the same goes for you.

Again and again, Thor dodges the absorbing man's crushing blows.

How can the son of Odin battle this invincible menace?

Has Loki gained his wicked aims at last?

Fear fills the eyes of those who watch helplessly.

As the absorbing man prepares to score a telling blow on the weary thunder god.

You are doomed, Thor. Neither your hand nor hammer dare touch you.

Or he will absorb and crush you with your very own powers.

Enough of this. A god of thunder fears nothing that lives. Not even an absorbing man.

That touches your hands.

Why did I release my grip? It was by reaction of the moment.

Yeah. And now, man, I can feel the power I'm getting from it.

Hey, what's happening to this nutty hammer?

It must always return to me. It is so ordained.

Fine. I'll send it back with your own strength.

There. Buried in the wall.

You won't get it back soon enough this time, pal.

Ah, but you have reverted to mere flesh and blood.

You have lost the great Uru power of my hammer.

Maybe so. But you ain't seen nothing yet.

Thor! Thor! He's growing. He's turned into a giant.

Jane, I have no choice but to battle him. He has become a veritable colossus of stone.

Endangering the whole city. But ah, my trusty hammer returns to family.

In this monstrous challenge, to our ordained destinies.

If the touch of his hand is the root of the menace, then my hat is where I must attack.

Slapping Thor as if he were a fly, the giant turns his rage on a nearby building under construction.

He sends his power to the strength of war steel.

Never has man nor immortal fought such a foe.

It's a very slow fight.

No mortal blow would ever fail the god of thunder.

Hey, this cannot happen.

The blows have numbed his absorbing touch, and he keeps reverting to normal.

Thor has discovered the absorbing man's hand is his Achilles heel.

What is that changing monster? Be careful, Thor.

I must do something or ah, I'll use Thor's interest in the female to divert his disastrous attack.

Ha, you have lost your fearful touch, Knave.

Not for long. There will be lots.

Nay, your mission of evil for Loki has come to an end.

What?

Jane!

Help! Thor! Please help me!

I'm coming, Jane!

I'm locked in! And Dr. Blake is gone!

Back! Back from the window!

Jane! Oh, no!

The smoke! Jane!

Please, tell me. Tell me I'm not too late.

The explosion, and the fire, as if by magic.

As if by magic. Loki drawing me from his murderous assassin.

Tis back to your larynx laboratory for you, bumbling fool.

Huh? No, no!

The flash, and the strange intruder is gone, waiting for the eyes of the incredulous onlookers.

Loki, dearly shall you pay for this evil deed. You and your villainous absorbing man.

Huh? Well, turn mortal, and face your master.

You failed me. A moment more, and Thor would have been defeated.

He numbed my hand. It wouldn't absorb energy from nothing.

Yes, a deficiency I must correct before I dispatch you on your deadly mission again.

But fear not, the science and sorcery of eulericly departed warlock will yield the answer.

There, with still more helium atoms in your atomic structure, your hands are now resilient.

They cannot be numbed by Thor's blows.

Now your absorbing touch will instantly drain the molecular energies of anything.

Yeah, Nathan, eh? Yeah. I'm gonna like this. Crasher Creel. A living mace.

Has Loki finally perfected his living weapon of death? Is the mighty Thor surely doomed now?

Gently, Thor carries the injured Jane Foster to her home, and as she nears consciousness, whispers...

You shall be well again, my darling. And when you return to work, all the terrors of today will be forgotten.

But what new evil will Loki attempt with the absorbing man?

Beyond the bright grandeur of Asgard's celestial halls, the answer is being formed in euleric's laboratory.

Now Thor's mightiest blows will be futile against you, and your absorbing powers will be invincible.

You are ready to return, and I'll be back. I ain't taking any more orders. Fool. 'Twas I who gave you power, and 'tis I who can remove it at will.

Simmer down, skinny. I didn't say I wouldn't polish off Thor for you. I've got my own grudge to settle fast. A certain party. Have cops. Okay.

You cannot bargain with Loki, Knave! Ah, what? 'Tis true. Your whim should not delay you more than moments. Take your position before the transmitter.

Your return into that stubborn posse's midst will, I dare say, be...amusing...as well as serve my own purposes.

By slowing the ray, I can delay his entrance until the ill-fated star of my violent tragedy is present.

Oh, how the moves of fate do favor me!

In the guise of Dr. Blake, my victim, hearing of the posse, even now, from that injured photographer with a picture of the convict still being sought.

The absorbing man and the convict, they're one and the same. That posse on Black Mountain, it would be so like Loki to return his diabolical creation to their very midst. Thor may be their only hope.

The only hope, huh, is end is so near. We've got the whole area blocked off. That con's got to be somewhere in these woods. He just couldn't disappear in the thin air.

Look! There he is!

Yeah! Back the polish off, you fuzz! Like I promised!

You crumbs tickle me! I'm absorbing strength from your bullets! And steel!

Hold your fire! Thor, God of Thunder, is here!

So, the big hero again. Thor! Brute strength alone can never be enough. It must be coupled with steel and skill, like this.

Each blow just gives my assassin more of Thor's strength, which is Dr. Thunder God's last battle with but one possible end. The end of Thor! Thor's blows don't even hurt him! He's getting stronger!

My power merely becomes his power. It is like fighting myself. I cannot use my strength. Perhaps, instead, my power over nature's forces. Impossible!

Now, I'm absorbing the power of heat. Getting even stronger, Thor! The explosion smothered your fire. I don't need fire. I'll show you. I can be as strong as the whole earth! Just my absorbing the strength that's in it!

He's absorbing all of the Earth's atomic elements. Carbon, boron, gold, silver. I must end this mockery of nature now!

What? Hey! Slow down!

What's this? He's trying for cyclotronic speeds to transmute the elements themselves! No, no! If he succeeds, I'm thwarted again!

Like a nuclear explosion! And so it was! Even the ground is glazed! Just as I planned, the explosion transformed all his elements into the single element, helium.

So now, as a cloud of lighter-than-air gas, he is drifting away to pay for his crimes in the prison of endless space.

I just can't seem to remember what happened yesterday. Oh, you just went home a bit early because of a fire in the wastebasket. We can't all do glamorous things. Like Thor.