The Wild Hunt Page #2

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I don't want a drink.

Oh, no, no. How is our father?

Clan patriarch Magnus, huh?

He's the same as he was

when you came home 2

months ago, you know?

It was fine when you bailed on us.

He's great. He's up

every night puking.

Well, there was no

room left at your place.

So out of respect for our elders,

I gave my place to Magnus.

Where's Lyn, all right?

I know you brought her up here.

And I know you took

her under your wing.

So where is she?

Yes, yes, that's just it.

She was kidnapped by Murtagh.

And now since Argyle will

not rescue her, the--

Shut up, Bjorn!

Shut up!

I don't give a sh*t!

How many times did you

bring her up here?

You brought her up here

and you f***ed sh*t up!

Forget about all that.

Please, Erik, this is a

time for peace, brother.

You wanna make peace with me?

You come back into the city

and you clean up Dad's sh*t!

All right? If not,

then get the f*** out of my face!

F***ing take this sh*t off!

You look like an idiot!

He has the fiery spirit

of the Magnusson, huh?

It's OK.

By the way, this is David.

He wants to be a

fierce Viking captain!

He used to be with Argyle,

but got tired of being

the knights' butt monkey.

It's not exactly like that, uh...

I'm not--I'm not a butt monkey, OK?

Come, looks like

you need a drink.

You're one weird

transvestite, cabrn.

We're now entering the lands

of the dreaded shaman, Murtagh.

Murtagh?

Yeah, Murtagh.

Well, this has been around

for thousands of years.

The oldest symbol known to man.

The horned one.

Who's gonna wear it? You?

The hunt master.

Someone with the fury,

with the beast inside of them.

Someone who is truly free.

Or someone with a great ass.

I have a great ass.

Intruders!

Oh!

Intruders! Halt!

Intruders, intruders!

Hey!

Intruders!

You get me every time!

OK, OK!

Referee, referee! False alarm!

False alarm!

What the f*** is happening?

I seek audience with the

dreaded shaman, Murtagh!

Sh*t!

Lyn, wait! Lyn!

I just wanna talk to her.

She's our prisoner.

Lyn!

Lyn...

Lyn, look, you're in a

costume surrounded by--

Stop it!

Hey, 5 times, cocksucker!

Fall down, you're dead!

I'm not f***ing

playing this game!

Lyn...

I'm not playing the f***ing game!

Lyn...

Ah, ah, ah, ah! Ha!

Lyn, you're in a

costume with guys in fur.

Seriously! Come on, Lyn.

This is the better life you wanted?

Huh? Is this...

Is this how you're

gonna get more air?

Lyn, please, just listen.

Let him speak, Greg.

Let's see if this peasant

has the eloquence

to woo the princess.

Lyn, look,

if you wanna come

up here on weekends,

I can't say anything to that,

all right?

But what you said about

feeling trapped--

Role-play in character,

cocksucker!

OK, Lyn, things are really

messed up at home right now.

But I will work it out.

You just need to be patient.

Oh, be patient! Be patient!

The lad wants us to be patient!

Lyn, look at this.

Lyn, it doesn't have to end,

all right?

It doesn't. It doesn't have to end.

"It doesn't have to end.

It doesn't have to end!"

Do we have anything

to put in his end?

Is there any carrots around?

Perhaps a cucumber?

How about my fist!

Go run, crybaby!

Go cry! Oh, poor boy!

Murtagh is no longer

accepting audience.

We don't lie to him here.

Yeah!

Vamoose! Valhalla!

Oh!

Yes, yes!

Come on!

Whoo!

Bjorn!

You see? Not so easy, is it?

Talking to a Viking princess.

Yeah, some women when

they come up here,

need to be spoken

to like queens, huh?

My fair lady,

the burdens you carry in

ruling these realms are many,

but few have the privilege

of seeing the fair flower beneath.

Then they wanna be

ravaged like beasts!

They want to be ordered!

"Undress before your Viking lord."

Shut up, Bjorn.

Erik...

My brother...

Because my little brother

had the guts to come up here...

I will help him on his love quest.

I don't need your help.

But I know a way...

how you could get to your princess.

Alone.

Away from the shaman,

away from the savages.

Because these are my lands.

How?

With the mighty hammer, Thor,

having attracted Erik Magnusson,

his questing brother,

Bjorn Magnusson embarks

on a perilous mission

to free the Viking princess,

Evlynia,

from hell itself for the

love of his brother.

Murtagh, we're coming.

To Mexico!

Your forests are not dark enough.

They're not thick enough.

How's that?

Will he die a horrible death?

Or will he succeed

and rekindle the might

of the Viking clan

and upsetting the power balance

in our war-torn world?

That's it, yes!

God, yes!

Yes!

Sorry, wait.

I can't do it tonight.

I've got the wrestling

and the fire breathing.

I just can't do it tonight.

Mexican Vikings, unreliable.

I don't know.

You settled last week.

Murtagh might be pissed.

Come on, Oliver.

Tomorrow's the big battle.

After that, it's over.

It should end with a bang.

Don't be a gnome.

OK, stay with the Vikings.

I'll go rev Murtagh.

Copy. Yes!

Yes! Awesome!

I am Bjorn Magnusson,

son of Magnus Gunnarsson,

son of Gunnar Olafsson.

And I swear upon Mjllnir,

hammer of Thor,

to give my strength,

to give my blood,

to free the princess.

Where one of us fights,

we all fight.

When one of us dies...

we all die.

Speak the words.

Uh, my name is David Connelly.

I don't really know

who my father is.

But I swear to fight

and to lend my

strength and my blood

to be a Viking.

I, uh, bruise easily,

but I promise to try and

work through that...

Good.

-...during a battle.

You've done well.

You too, do this.

What?

You've helped the

Magnussons thus far.

OK.

I, Tamara Pavetta,

swear to help this man,

Erik Magnusson, on his love quest.

Hmm!

Erik Magnusson, speak the oath.

We're not--we're not

even Vikings, all right?

We were born in Canada, all right?

The oath is bullshit. This is...

This is completely stupid.

Hmm...

So, you will leave?

You will run knowing full well

that your woman is

being ravaged all night

in a shaman's hut?

Come on!

Come on, I was with him for,

like, a few months.

I lived with him. It's over now.

Things got f***ed up.

I told him to forget about me.

It's over.

Are you sure?

I thought this was about

being free and stuff.

If it's not fun,

I'm gonna take this

f***ing catsuit off

and I'm gonna go.

If it's not fun, I'm leaving!

Is that OK with you?

Decorum.

What?

When you speak to me,

you speak in character.

F*** this! F*** this!

F***!

Come on, let's f*** this b*tch!

Get the f*** off of me!

Get the f*** off of me!

F***! You f***ing psycho!

You f***ing psycho!

Jesus Christ!

I am Erik Magnusson,

son of Magnus Gunnarsson,

son of Gunnar Olafsson,

Viking warrior from Iceland!

I am Erik Magnusson,

son of, uh, Magnus Gunnarsson,

son of Gunnar Olafsson,

Viking warrior from Iceland.

No, no, no!

You must be proud of

your name, brother!

I am Erik Magnusson,

son of Magnus Gunnarsson,

son of Gunnar Olafsson,

Viking warrior.

I have forgotten the sagas

and have renounced my bloodline!

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