But I have many names, serpent, even as you. Vingthor the Hurler, Longbeard's son, have I been called. Hrodr's Foeman, too. In Tyr's ancestral home, wisest Hymir knew my name as Veur; unhappy Hrungnir's Playmate some have called me. East of Elvigar in Gianthome they whisper Hloriddi's name. My father called me son. My mother called me darling. And beneath the vaults of Heaven, I am THOR ODINSON, the Thunderer, JORMUNGAND'S FEAR!

    For I am the wielder of Mjolnir, the Crusher, the enchanted mallet of thunder and lightning that your father hates! It, too, has another name. In the Fury of the storm, it howls its rage and shrieks its name aloud! Do you hear it, serpent? It is thy bane I wield, Loki's child! The end of all illusion!

    The hammer sings the death of Jormungand!