The hammer-wielding titan moved his mallet across the heavens outside Enterprise, and a tear in time and space opened. He cried out.

"Let the lost Ragnarok Horn Of Heimdall be restored to its perch pon Bifrost, to once more await that day of dread, that day which all true Aesir shall strive to see does ne'er come round at last. So commands the one true wielder of sacred Mjolinir. These are the words of the Mighty Thor!"

As the planet-killer warped into the void beyond, Spock commented on another oddity.

"Logically, we should not be able to hear his words in the vacuum of space."

A slight glare from the imposing presence that was Odin only seemed a challenge to Doctor Leonard McCoy, who now quipped.

"Your boy's a verbose one, isn't he? But then, Thursdays always seemed too long to suit my taste."

As Thor emerged back onto the Bridge, Odin attempted to stare down Captain Kirk.

"Mortal, hath thee not taught thine servitors the meaning and consequences of hubris?"

Kirk knew the power of the entity before him. But he was keenly aware that it was not sufficient to restore all the dead worlds and people his lost treasure had taken away. So he spoke as he would to almost anyone else.

"Actually, Lord Odin, I've been trying to drill into their heads the values of responsibility, personal accountability, and of not leaving your toys lying around!"

Odin raised his hand, and a glow appeared. Thor appeared to stifle a sigh, then spoke.

"Father, Nay! The mortal speaks well and truly. Our kind knows well that the merest artifact left too long in the plane of Midgard becomes corrupted, and longing for its master, can be turned from child's rag doll to raging giant, from wrist-charm of luck to a plague-spawn unending and incurable! How, then, for a thing already made so mighty as to be the first signal of dread Ragnarok itself?"

Only Spock's hearing--and perhaps that of far distant Heimdall himself--caught Thor muttering, 'If thou wouldst hold with'. Then Odin spoke.

"So Be It! If thou wouldst hold with mortals yet again, my son, then dwell on this poor dim vessel, and know that you are hereby banished from sacred Asgard---FOREVERMORE!!!!"

Odin vanished, and this time Thor did not attempt to suppress his sigh.

"Again with the banishment."

Striking his hammer's handle upon the Bridge floor, Thor took on the aspect of a regular mortal man nearing middle-age. His hammer remained a hammer, and he absently placed it on Kirk's command chair.

"Don't worry about me, Captain Kirk. My father banishes me so often, it makes Spacely firing Jetson look like...oops, wrong century. Doctor McCoy, I'm an MD in this form. Think you could bring me up to speed?"

With everyone still reeling, McCoy left with him to do just that. Kirk almost sat down to order the ship to go to warp, when he saw something.

"Thor? You left your..."

But the transformed thunderer was gone, so Kirk simply grabbed up the mallet and sat down, not yet seeing Spock's eyes go wide at the sight. Kirk studied the weapon.

"Its got some sort of writing on it..."