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Thor?” asked Greg as he rummaged in the fridge for cheeses and slices of cold meat. “Another Norse god? You’d think he’d be taller.”
    “Just because somebody’s important, it doesn’t mean they have to be tall,” said Lewis, who was a little sensitive about his own height. “Didn’t you see how short Garth Makepeace was in that photo?”
    “I can’t say I paid him much mind once I’d spotted Loki.”
    Susie bustled in to mix herself a fresh mug of chocolate. “So how’s it going, boys?” she asked. “Have you dug up anything new?”
    “We’re working on it,” said Lewis evasively.
    Susie stirred her chocolate and took a sip. “You know, I’ve been giving this business some thought, and it may not be as big a deal as you make out.”
    “Is that so?” said Greg.
    “Susie, there’s a packet of bourbon creams in the cupboard,” Mum called through from the other room.
    “Got you, Mrs Mac,” Susie replied. She turned back to Greg. “Look, this O’Keefe might only be here on a scouting expedition. Maybe he’ll just nose around town for a while, then fly back to Pluto.”
    “If he’s only scouting,” said Lewis, “then why all the snow?”
    Susie rolled her eyes. “I already told you, he’s from an ice planet. Don’t you listen? He’s adapted the environment to suit his alien metabolism, that’s all.”
    She grabbed the bourbon creams out of the cupboard and headed back to the TV. “Let me know if anything turns up,” shesaid as the kitchen door closed behind her.
    “It worries me that she sounds more sensible than we do,” Lewis muttered.
    “That’s only because she doesn’t understand what’s really going on,” said Greg.
    Lewis collected a big bottle of Irn-Bru and three plastic tumblers while Greg threw together an assortment of sandwiches. They took them upstairs on a tray and found Thor asleep on Greg’s bed. The rune-carved hammer lay on the floor at his side.
    As Lewis cleared space on the desk to set the tray down, Greg took the hammer by its handle and tried to lift it. It wouldn’t budge. “It weighs a ton,” he grunted. “What did he call it?”
    “Mjolnir,” said Lewis. “That was the name of Thor’s hammer in the Norse myths.”
    Greg gave up and left the hammer on the carpet. “And what exactly was it doing in our garage?” he asked.
    “I suppose we could ask him,” Lewis suggested.
    “Mr Mallet, time to wake up,” Greg said. When there was no response he raised his voice. “Yo, Thor! Wakey wakey!”
    The visitor sat straight up and blinked at the boys. “Call me Sven,” he yawned. He swung his short, heavily muscled legs around so he was sitting on the edge of the bed.
    “But you are Thor, right? The god of thunder?” Lewis asked.
    “I sure am. But usually it’s a bad idea to go around telling folk that.”
    Greg presented Thor with the plate of sandwiches. The god of thunder took two cheese and pickle and munched on them hungrily.
    “You were quick to spot who I am,” he said between bites. “Most people don’t have belief in the old gods.”
    “You’re not the first god we’ve met,” said Lewis.
    “A few months ago we had a run in with Loki,” said Greg as he poured them each a tumbler of Irn-Bru.
    “Loki! That wormbag!” Anger flashed in Thor’s eyes. He crammed the rest of his sandwiches into his mouth, chewed furiously, then washed them down with a swallow of Irn-Bru.
    Lewis took a bite of his sandwich and almost gagged. “Ugh! There are sardines in this! You know I can’t stand sardines.”
    “I didn’t force you take that one,” said Greg, biting into a ham and tomato. “You should be more careful.”
    “I’ll have that if you’re done with it,” offered Thor.
    Lewis passed him the sandwich and watched it disappear. He took a sip from his tumbler and said, “Loki told us he was tossed out of Asgard and exiled on Earth. He said the other gods disappeared or fell asleep or something.”
    “He didn’t tell the