“Without hesitation, Thor Flung Mjolnir from h is hands. The hammer smashed into the giant's face, and reeled with the force. Lightning crashed down, striking the hammer, and Tyr saw Thor's features lit up, his red beard giving the brief impression that his face was on fire. Mojlnir, glowing red hot, returned to Thor's outstretched hand, and he sent it out again, once more smashing into the giant's head. Smoke rose up from where it had hit flesh, and there was a hissing as the rain cooled down the boiling skin.”

“As the venom streamed down once more, he heard the unmistakable sound of a wolf howling. It would not be long now. Ragnarok had come, and he would see Asgard crushed and burned till he trod on the ashes of all of those who had wronged him.”

“Whosoever holds this hammer, if he be worthy, shall possess the power of Thor.”

“He was unique among the Aesir in this respect; while all were powerful warriors, he alone wielded death as a weapon.”

“And that's when I snapped up my left hand and smashed him in the face with the hammer I'd grabbed.”

“Do you know about Thor's Hammer? (Points to Bicep) Well, that's it right here.”

“Come on," I said, taking his hand. Clutching the afghan with the other hand, he trailed down the hall after me, a snow white giant in tiny red underwear.”