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Cross the rainbow bridge of Asgard

Where the booming heavens roar

You'll behold in friendless wonder

The God of Wonder, mighty Thor

While mighty Thor, the thunder god, is visiting Asgard,

he gets a psychic message from planet Earth

concerning Jane Foster, learning she is confined in a hospital.

Fretting at this news, Thor petitions his father,

the Lordly Odin, for permission to return to Earth.

Odin reluctantly agrees, and immediately Thor is on his way.

I must reach Jane at once.

Unerringly, Thor's mighty hammer draws him to Jane's hospital room.

I have found her.

She should have recovered by now.

I don't understand it.

What could have happened during my absence?

I must find out.

Jane, darling, do you hear me?

His voice.

I must be dreaming.

No, Jane, you're not dreaming. I've returned.

Dawn.

You knew I'd returned.

No, I didn't know.

One moment you're beside me, then you've vanished.

Oh, I can't bear it.

You've told me you love me, but you're keeping some terrible secret from me.

How can I believe in you when you desert me for days, weeks at a time?

But darling, my absences have never affected my love for you.

I only know that you leave me, and each time it breaks my heart.

Jane, listen. You've got to understand.

I can't bear to see you hurt.

I'll prove my love.

Look at me, Jane Foster. I command you.

Forgive me, Father.

I do what must be done.

Thor.

What?

Oh, Dawn.

Now behold Thor, son of Odin, god of thunder, who truly loves you, Jane Foster.

Dawn, Thor. Both the same.

Now you share my secret. I plight my cloth.

I love you so. Both of you.

No one must know but you and I.

Ah, but someone does. Odin, with his immortal, extrasensory perception.

Thor. My son has betrayed his trust.

Hold. Someone approaches. I shall return. Tomorrow.

Dawn, I'll be waiting. Always.

By the golden gates of Asgard,

my own son hath divulged his immortal identity to a female Earthling.

Even the heavens do river and shake in celestial indignation.

Though he is my favored son, he has broken the law.

There must be reckoning.

Haunted by the image of the girl he loves and by his duty to Odin,

Dr. Don Blake is torn between love and duty.

As he struggles with his conscience, his mental agony is almost as great as that of Odin,

who even now suffers similar pangs as he beseeches Zeus to help him in his quandary.

Hercules, Atlas, stay your arms.

Hercules, strongest of all my sons, stand aside. I have a mission for you.

Behold! An image of planet Earth. It is there you shall go.

The reason shall be disclosed in due time.

And so, in a mighty burst of solar energy, Hercules descends from Mount Olympus toward Earth,

as Dr. Don Blake reaches the only possible decision.

I must return to Asgard and explain to Odin. So be it.

And then, within a matter of minutes, I shall return to my beloved Jane.

Little knowing of the strange reception which awaits him, four hurdles toward Asgard.

Hail, most noble father!

If my father hath no desire to converse, then I shall return to Earth.

I say thee, may!

The fury in your eyes, the thunder in your voice.

Father, you know.

Not for nothing am I, Odin, the all wise.

Baldr, come you to my side.

You call Sire, for my friend who is more than brother to me. I embrace thee.

Silence, courageous one. There is a task to be done.

My son hath betrayed his trust. He must endure the ritual of steel.

Smite him. Smite him, loyal Baldr. And should he survive, he shall never more set foot upon the planet Earth.

No, father, I beg you, hear my words.

Punish me as you will, but I cannot forsake my heart.

My strength, my limbs, my very life are in thy service, Sire.

But even a thunder god has the right to love.

Still, thy tongue, thou hast no choice. Odin hath spoken.

No, not all the blades in Asgard, not all the power of the universe shall hold me now.

Then, like a thunderclap, the ritual of steel begins.

But Thor is one, and he faces an army.

In Asgard, Thor battles to gain his freedom, battles to return to his loved one.

With a final mighty burst, Thor breaks clear.

The all-seeing eyes of Odin follow the flying thunder god, and he ponders the punishment he must inflict upon his rebellious son.

Meanwhile, tired from the long journey between Mount Olympus and Earth, a slumbering giant blissfully sleeps until he awakes with a star.

Who dares interrupt the slumber of Hercules?

An iron mechanical monster halted by a tree, a simple task for the son of Zeus?

Stand aside, I shall help you on your way.

What's he, some kind of nut?

A huge railroad crane is the only thing that can lift that tree.

I gotta be dreaming.

Dreaming or not, he's lifting it. He's as strong as Hercules.

Indeed, mortals, I am Hercules.

Well, I love a mic. Look at that!

It's impossible.

Now, perhaps I can sleep undisturbed.

We're going now.

Thanks, mister.

Going where?

To the big city. We're already behind schedule.

I love big cities, crowds, merrymaking, excitement, the good life.

I shall go too. Hercules commands it.

Indeed, Hercules finds the sprawling metropolis vastly entertaining, and vice versa.

Isn't he wonderful? So strong.

What a man! We!

Do not crowd females. It is time for melody.

This instrument is not unlike my own lyre. In truth, this is a most satisfactory world.

All right, the party's over. We don't want to get rough so reach for the ceiling.

Though the words be strange, the tone is unmistakable, and worse, they interrupt my madrigal.

I don't know who that creep is, but nobody's reckoned this taper if I can help it.

Get your hands up fast. This is a sticker. Reach.

Indeed, I shall reach.

Okay, big boy, you asked for it. I'll chop you down to size.

What monumental insolence! A mortal, a mere mortal!

And he does attack Hercules!

None may train weapons against my person with impunity.

Out! Out!

Though unmitigated flee and be thankful that I be in a gentle mood!

There are more!

They dare trifle with Hercules, son of Zeus!

Jane Foster, about to leave the hospital, is attracted by the commotion, rushes to the window.

That large, powerful figure, it has to be thawed. My love has returned. I must see him.

Wonderful!

What a good ending!

Thor! Please let me through! Thor!

Why, you're not Thor.

I am Hercules.

Uh, I'm sorry.

I am not.

Hey, fella, quit the mush. Here, give me your autograph.

Hey, legs, pickle you up! Pickle cut it outside!

Come, mortal girl, let us depart these dull surroundings.

A mile back in the awesome throne room...

I surrender my sword to thee, sire.

Let thy hand slay Balder if it be thy wish.

I could not find it in my heart to smite the God of Thunder.

Flies, faithful one, the fault is not mine, but rests with me alone.

Returning from Asgard, straight as an arrow, Thor speeds toward Jane's hospital.

Can it be Jane is in danger?

For the love of Pete, here's another one!

Another one? Speak, mortal Thor, command.

A decision to see for yourself, long hair.

Jane, Hercules... Jane, I have returned.

I forgot you'd been away. I thought you loved me. You left without a word.

I'm through, waiting. In fact, I'm through with you.

If you could know the odds I faced to return to you...

Don't vote.

Greetings, Thor.

Stand aside, Hercules. It is not you to whom I speak.

How can you hear with him? Answer me.

None may ignore the son of Zeus.

And none may speak so to a favored female of Hercules.

Raisin one, prepare to defend thyself.

Now, Hercules, we shall see whose female she is.

And may the best immortal win.

And the battle of the Titans begins.

When two immortals engage in combat, what can be the outcome?

My hammer against your mace, you'll see which is the greater.

Never have I tasted defeat.

My strength is supreme. Your conceit is supreme.

The mortal female deserves better than a dullard such as thee.

Not so. No one shall stand between me and my beloved Jane.

Not even Odin, my royal father.

Meanwhile, in Asgard, the fallen warriors are recovering from Thor's fierce onslaught.

What punishment must Odin dispense to his errant son?

Sir, Thor is a man in love. Will you not have pity?

I respect your devotion, but mine is the law supreme.

He has dared to break it, and he must be punished.

Even now, he battles for the mortal girl.

All that doth remain is my choice of punishment.

Summon Seidring. He ranks highest on my council.

Thus I shall seek his judgment there, I decide.

While Odin awaits Seidring, on earth, the battle of the Titans rages on.

Never has such a battle been seen.

The two immortals make a shambles of the city as they struggle for supremacy.

The super-powered wrecking crew rolls on.

You thunder god! Never!

And I lust for battle diminished.

Nay, it is just beginning.

You missed me, but not this time.

Loud as my turn, feel the might of Hercules!

What, you still stand?

In the name of Olympus, for the glory of Asgard!

While the supremacy of the gods is being decided on earth,

in Asgard, events are being shaped, which will affect the outcome below.

Whenever we speak, I find new justification for those who call you...

Seidring the Mercers.

Lest thy words, though painful, is my heart.

Have the ring of truth.

Thy sorrow is Seidring, sorrowsire.

My son doth battle like a warrior born.

Let none deny.

But he has broken your law and must be punished.

Justice is justice.

So be it.

Strip him of half his power.

It shall be done.

Aha, the tide turns!

He thinks Thor weakens, whilst Hercules does not.

What is happening?

My strength, it is lessened.

Admit, I am your master, and we shall put an end to this farce.

Though my strength is ebbing,

perhaps I may yet outwit him.

You waste your time, Thunder God.

Surrender, Thor.

Never.

Thou art truly mad.

So must I vanquish thee.

Hey, Hercules, you're the greatest!

Hiya, champ.

It is true, I am truly the champion.

Hercules has defeated me this time,

but there will be another time.

Thor has at last met his master.

So you want a rematch, eh, has been?

Thor, thank heavens you're all right.

Has Hercules no time for you now?

I acted like a fool to make you jealous.

It's you I love.

It is too late.

I have lost my power.

I am no longer worthy of you, Jane Foster.

I must leave you again until I regain mine honor.

No, Thor. Wait.

Jane Foster.

He thou the voice of Odin, father of Thor.

My son was not defeated.

I stole his victory from him.

He bore his loss like a god.

Go to him, woman.

He has done his penance. Go!

I will. I will.

Thor, wait for me.

Begone, Jane Foster.

I no longer deserve thee.

When I saw you defeated by Hercules,

I realized how much I loved you.

My father hath stripped me of half my power.

I know not what other indignities await me.

It doesn't matter.

Nothing has changed between us.

For one brief instant of eternity,

a god hath dared to love a mortal.

Till the universe crumbles,

my heart is ever thine.

Across the rainbow bridge of Asgard,

where the booming heavens roar,

you'll be holding breakfast wonder,

the god of pleasure mighty Thor.