- I... - I know why you came. Dark Elves, right? - How did you know that? - This kind of thing spreads quickly. What other stories did our father not tell us were real? But anyway...I can help. - That easy? - Believe me, I would spit in your face right now...but I won't do that for you, nor for Odin. Thank Figga for this [he releases him from where he's trapped] - I just can't guarantee you, that when we're done, I won't try to kill you, and...[he feels a blade near his neck] [Thor] - Fair enough. I also can't guarantee you that she won't do it with you [smile]. - ...It's good to see you too, Sif. [Sif] - The displeasure is all mine...
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