Thor Son of Odin Surtur, son of a bitch. You’re still alive. I thought my father killed you
a half a million years ago. I cannot die. Not until I fulfill my destiny and lay waste to your home. It’s funny you should mention that. Because I’ve been having these
terrible dreams of late. Asgard up in flames, falling to ruins. And you, Surtur, are at the
center of all of them. Then you have seen Ragnarok,
the fall of Asgard. – The great prophecy…
– Hang on. Hang on. I’ll be back around shortly. I really feel like we
were connecting there. Okay, so Ragnarok. Tell me about that.
Walk me through it. My time has come. When my crown is reunited
with the Eternal Flame, I shall be restored to my full might. I will tower over the mountains, and bury my sword deep in Asgard’s… Hang on. Give it a second. I swear, I’m not even moving.
It’s just doing this on its own. I’m really sorry. Okay, so let me get this straight. You’re going to put your
crown into the Eternal Flame and then you’ll suddenly
grow as big as a house? A mountain! The Eternal Flame that Odin
keeps locked away on Asgard? Odin is not on Asgard. And your absence has left
the throne defenseless. Okay, so where is it? This crown? This is my crown, the source of my power. Oh, that’s a crown. I thought
it was a big eyebrow. It’s a crown. Anyway, it sounds like all I
have to do to stop Ragnarok is rip that thing off your head. But Ragnarok has already begun. You cannot stop it. I am Asgard’s doom, and so are you. All will suffer, all will burn. That’s intense. To be honest, seeing you grow really big and set fire to a planet would
be quite the spectacle. But it looks like I’m gonna
have to choose option B, where I bust out of these chains, knock that tiara off your head, and
stash it away in Asgard’s vault. You cannot stop Ragnarok. Why fight it? Because that’s what heroes do. Wait, I’m sorry. I didn’t time that right. And, now! You have made a grave mistake, Odinson. I make grave mistakes all the time. Everything seems to work out.