“Listen well, mortals. True strength is not revealed by the outcome of a struggle. Consider that we gods have power that far outstrips yours. If a powerful being smites one who cannot hope to resist... What can we learn from this outcome? Nothing. We have power, but not true strength. You two wagered everything on a dim hope. You sacrificed yourselves, railing against fate with all your might. That is true strength. I respect it. I value it.”

"I am Thórr. I made an arrangement with Loki, and now my strength is yours to wield...for now."

"Did you summon me on purpose, Kiran? I only try to understand. You and that weapon you carry are not part of this world as it was designed. And we cannot abide a mortal with power enough to challenge the gods. What you fight for is incidental. Alfaðör is likely to command that I rid this world of you and your power. And when that happens, I... Well..."