Viking Quest

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Great Jormungand!

Son of Loki!

Father of the serpent world, I humbly give

this gift...

of royal blood.

And I ask you

the safe keeping of Midgard.

The human world that you hold in your embrace!

Father, please!

Silence.

Don't be afraid, my child.

Make our clan proud.

Father!

I don't want to die, father!

Forgive me.

There is nothing to forgive, my king.

We have no choice.

I admit defeat.

After all these years,

you've never beaten me.

Because you're the better rider.

No true warrior would ever admit that.

Come...

I need to show you something incredible.

We have to return.

We will, it's right there.

What do you think?

Of this, a pole without banner?

Be serious, Tasya.

I'm telling you this is important.

With this pole,

I can attract lightning.

So you are saying this metal pole

you've build with your own hands

is going to steal the lightning of our Gods?

Not just any God.

The mighty Thor.

The lightning from

his hammer is attracted to metal.

I've seen it... I felt it...

And I will learn how to control it.

And Thor knows what you intend, Erick.

He will piss on us in his anger.

You will learn how to control

the lightning, of this I am sure.

But we're about to get wet.

It's happening!

It's just a storm, Erick!

Here.

This is for you.

Don't be frightened, it's okay.

It's warm.

The lightning heat.

I can not accept this gift from you.

Of course you can, we're friends.

I am betrothed to Wolven.

Only he can give gifts from now.

Tasya...

I don't want you to marry him.

Our marriage tomorrow will secure a truce

between our clan and the Hermod.

Even a bracelet blessed by the Gods

can not change my mind.

You don't know him.

I don't need to know him.

It's my

duty to become his wife.

Wolven has arrived.

You don't have to go.

What?

I thought you and me...

Erick...

We are meant to be together we can live here!

Stop it, I don't want

to hear you like that anymore.

Then you better go home and chieftain

before he loses his temper!

You need to grow up, Erick!

- Where's the princess?

- She's out riding, my lord.

Just today.

There he is!

Be welcome, Lord Wolven.

This is a great honor

for my family and for my people.

King Orn.

I hope you and your family

are well.

Yes, thank you. And I trust

you journey was without incident?

without incident. But my men are

tired and hungry. Where is Tasya?

She has been preparing for you.

And not a moment too late.

Sorry, Father.

She looks very prepared.

I'm sorry if my appearance displeases you.

No... it's actually to my liking.

Tonight we feast and welcome.

And tomorrow, we feast

and celebrate the wedding...

that will unite our clans.

Please enter.

A toast!

To the most beautiful bride in the land!

A bride so perfect...

that Odin himself

looks down on me and envy.

Hear! Hear!

Rise a glass!

To my daughter...

And to lord Wolven, a brave and mighty warrior

that will soon be like a son to me!

With this union

the blood spill between the Barok

and the Hermod clans

shall be forgiven!

Past battles shall be forgotten!

And peace shall reign forever!

If he hurts her, I will splay

him open with my bare hands...

and throw his entrails to ravens.

Idiot!

That could be a problem.

Why is that?

Are you blind?

Look at him.

He's bigger,

stronger...

...better trained than you.

It would be your entrails to

feed the ravens, my friend.

I'm serious, Hild.

If he hurts her, I'll kill him.

I think you love her.

Maybe I do.

She belongs to him.

Let her go.

And now some entertainment!

What about skull breaking?

10 gold pieces to the man that

beats my strongest warrior!

Is there anyone here man enough

to take on Stompir?

To battle!

Go!

You're the strongest, Stompir!

Advance!

Kill him!

We have any other challengers?

Oh, Stompir!

Well done, Stompir!

You have proven once gain why

the warriors of the Hermod clan

are the greatest in all of Midgard!

No one comes

even close to you, Stompir.

Lord Wolven!

The match is not over.

I'll send your fleabag to the ground...

And I'll stomp on his belly!

So be it!

Prepare to have your belly

stomped on by this mud-worm.

He's just a little boy!

Erick, he'll rip you apart.

The bigger the tree,

the harder the fall.

Who are you?

I am Erick the Blessed.

The Blessed?

Who could grant such a title

a mere peasant boy?

- Perhaps I'll tell you another time.

- Perhaps you'll tell me now.

When Erick was 10, he was struck by

lightning while playing with a sword.

His hair was burned as his hands and

feet but he was blessed he lived.

His father was taken aim on him

as Thor had reached down,

touched him and spared his life.

A brainless boy

chased too close to a fire,

convinces an entire clan

he has been touched by a god?

We believed him then,

and we believe him now.

You surprise me, Lord Orn,

and you disappoint me.

Come!

Stay and drink with us,

Erick the Fool.

Entertain us with

more of your childhood tales!

It is miffed!

Tasya will be disappointed if

you don't attend her wedding.

I am not going, father.

You were once childhood friends

but you are no longer children.

Her choices are none of your concern.

I love her and I always will.

Always is a long time, my son.

It's too long to live without

a soul mate by your side.

If you really love her...

You will realize she must do

this for the kingdom.

I've been thinking, father...

If I increase the heat of the forge

you can make a lighter metal.

And a sharper, stronger sword.

The bellows can't be pumped faster,

it's beyond human strength.

If the charcoal is

super-heated by the lightning?

It would be denser and stronger.

No, you wish too much.

The Lightning...

belongs to the gods.

Maybe, but maybe not.

Be careful, my son.

If you try to take

what is not yours,

no good will come of it.

I feel it too.

The great Jormungand is restless.

- That was impressive!

- My aim or the bow?

Both. Your skills of the bow

are not rusty as the helmet.

But this appears to massative!

Maybe I should make you one.

Good. Maybe I start shooting things

we can eat because I'm starving!

So you keep saying.

You have been pigheaded, Erick!

I'm not stopping you.

Go to the feast!

- You are sure?

- Yes, go!

Fill your belly and get stinky drunk

toasting the happy newlyweds!

Okay.

I am going.

It's only for the food!

Be back at sunset!

It is not too late if

you wanna make a run for it.

I've been stripped from my weapons,

not my title. Be calm, my friend.

Still, my king, my lord,

my friend in battle...

As beautiful as she is,

I'm just saying...

Enough! I want this!

I want her.

- Watch there!

- Kill him!

The royal house of the Barok clan...

welcomes King Wolven

into its family.

I call upon the goddess Freya

to bind this union with love...

Her brother, Freyr...

to bless this union

with many children...

In the Norns...

Urd...

Verdandi and Skuld to weave around

the King Wolven...

and Princess Tasya.

A destiny rich in good health...

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