Thor?
You were supposed to protect us. Asgard was supposed to protect us!
300 dwarves lived on this ring. I thought if I did what he asked, they'd be safe. I made what he wanted. A device capable of harnessing the power of the stones. Then he killed everyone anyway. All except me. "Your life is yours." he said "But your hands are mine alone."
It's a mold. A king's weapon. Meant to be the greatest in Asgard. In theory, it could even summon the Bifrost.
Stormbreaker.
You'll have to restart the forge. Awaken the heart of a dying star.
Well done, boy.
Damn it.
The mechanism is crippled.
With the iris closed I can't heat the metal.
A few minutes, maybe more. Why?
That's suicide.
You understand, boy? You're about to take the full force of a star. It'll kill you.
Yes. That's what... "killing you" means.
Hold it! Hold it, Thor!
He needs the axe! Where's the handle? Tree, help me find the handle!