Now hear of Sigrid,
and when I first saw her.
Foreign swords had come for our land.
For Völsung land.
We were few.
They...
...were many.
Then...
came the woman.
I did not know her.
But her shield bore Völsung markings.
She hewed men and horses both.
Her sword arm bloody to the shoulder.
Neither helmet nor mail-coat withstood her that day.
Still, as I said... they were many.
Death was close, of that much I was sure.
But lo, a Valkyrie descended.
Beautiful it was,
but monstrous.
And silence fell.
For the fighters knew the creature would decide
who would live and die on that field.
Others were taken.
We were spared.
By whose design, we do not know.
But as it left us... the Valkyrie bowed.
To my Sigrid.
Hmm.
And I knew love.
Why are your men staring at me?
Well, the king told us of your fateful meeting.
And what story did the king tell this time?
I believe a Valkyrie was--
All right, everyone, stop!
If it's a story you want, let it be mine.
There was a battle.
There were invaders. And no swords left un-swung.
I saw your king across the field, and watched him well.
That night, it was cold.
We shared an ale horn, and we entered one bed.
My King is hung like a horse,
and I rode him as such.
And I knew love.
You're a poet, Egill.
If you want something to sing about, try his beautiful lust-limb.
Away! The lot of you!
Egill, scale the fish and make ready a meal.
Yes, my master.
Sigrid, come with me.
I need to show you something.
Where are we going?
It was hard to keep from you.
But when we are wed, I want to feel something has changed.
I will not wait any longer.
When this house is finished, it will see our wedding feast.
You do still want to marry me. Yes?
- Yes. - Mm.
I like when you come from the sea.
You taste of salt.
Here? We will freeze to death.
You are quiet.
Something troubles you.
Do you see those stars?
There.
Those are Thiazi's Eyes.
They watch over the land of my people.
You've never seen my sky.
It's all right.
No one travels to my home.
But... there was always a part of me that thought that we would.
That the nations would see peace
so I could be married among my kin.
It is beautiful there, Leif.
And... I wish you could meet my family.
Then I will.
We'll ride in the morning.
I hear talk of you leaving.
Have you no pleasant words for your friend?
I am to be married.
In truth, I thought he'd take another, and you as a concubine.
Oh?
You haven't borne children.
I suppose he decided he wanted me more than he wanted heirs.
I meant no venom. You're lucky.
Children take us from the battlefield.
But the clan will see it otherwise.
They whisper that your wedding will anger the gods.
Anger the...
Spare a thought for me, Hervor.
When next you see me, I will be your queen.
You wanted your line to continue.
I know this.
She may yet give you a grandson.
Or she may not.
But we will be wed, Father.
And I want your blessing.
If you refuse it, keep your sword.
No.
Mm.
You'll want to put that sword away, traveler.
Have you not heard?
We eat your kind.
Threaten him again, and you'll have no teeth to eat with.
Arise, Sómr! Our sister has returned!
Sigrid?
And now we are in Jötunheim.
My daughter.
You have come back.
But... you have not come alone.
We are giant-folk.
Children of Suttung.
We do not feast with men.
He was with Sigrid, Father.
Sigrid has giant's blood.
Fjölverkr, it has been so long.
Will you remind me of the name of my father's domain?
It's called the... the...
"The Open Hand."
Thank you, Little Root.
And is it true to its name?
Or does my family offer a fist instead?
Our laws are clear, daughter.
We allow no strangers here.
Let us not be strangers, then!
We can speak as kings do.
When two kings are met at the same hall, violence often follows.
I grew weary of fighting long ago.
My father does not trust men of peace.
At least a war-like man will stab you in the front.
I'm sure there are exceptions.
I have no blade with me but my father's sword.
A gift I intend as a marriage token.
And the bride-price for my daughter?
What pay ye?
The Völsung hoard.
Every coin taken from a different wicked man.
Your clan won't miss such treasure?
We cannot eat it.
And neither can you.
So I bring a gift of silver...
and a gift of seeds.
Hard times for us all, husband.
It's the gods' doing.
Before Odin pillaged our lands, we giants had honor.
Heroes full worthy.
We prospered.
Fuck the gods, for plenty have they fucked us.
Shall we have a wedding?
Tomorrow, Leif of the Völsung, you'll be giant-folk.
So... [chuckling] ...drink like it!
Drink!
In the Open Hand, we fear no gods.
We fear no gods!
There is gray in his beard, and you are no maiden.
Is he the sort who changes with the tides?
No.
Never will you meet a man to match my Leif for resolve.
Why then did he wait so long?
Other clans gave us favor, thinking Leif a match for their daughters.
It helped keep the peace.
And now?
He did that as a king.
He does this as a man.
Do your thoughts laugh with him?
Yes.
Then I like him!
Even if he is small.
Is he small everywhere?
Ugh.
A simple enough question!
Hafli's watchtower was abandoned as we crossed into Jötunheim.
Why do you stand so at ease?
We are in a slow war now.
The gods do not come here.
Leastways, not as they once did.
And we called some warriors back for...
Have no fear.
It's quite safe here for you and your king.
You do not approve.
No, it is not that. I...
Your mother, she was a good woman.
Short, but good.
When she died, I thought you would return.
You did not.
You chose Man over Giant.
Father, my feet don't touch the ground when I sit at your table.
You know I would have sawed the legs from every chair in the Open Hand
to keep you.
You did not always feel at home here, but... you were always a giant.
And you always will be.
Give praise to the day at evening.
To a woman on her pyre.
To a weapon which is tried.
To a maid at wedlock.
You are as gleaming gold next to dull iron.
Nothing dull about iron, Amma.
But thank you.
Give praise to ice when it's crossed and to mead that is drunk!
Your next drink will be from the loving cup.
But for now, you have gifts to bestow.
I know you don't care for ornaments,
but you will wear it always, or suffer my wrath.
With this, our lines are joined.
I am Glaumar,
King of the Open Hand.
I speak for my people.
Perhaps we can speak elsewhere.
Bring out the bride. I bid you, show me.
Which woman's day do I darken?
You have not given your name or your purpose.
And you were not invited.
A storm needs no summons.
Nor will it be sated with only a wedding feast.
You're wet, woman.
And you are trespassing.
My brother's feet fall heavy as always, and he has borne me hence.
We hunt a coward who flew our keep.
It's the cocksucker Loki we seek.
There are no gods here but you.
Though I wonder,
whatever did Loki do to wound you so?
You'd harm your kindly hosts?
My blessed brother, Baldr.
He counsels peace and courtly words when I would go to war.
Do not do this.
I leave with Loki, or I live in shame.
Bring the bastard to me! Now!
Your Loki is not here. And you will leave. Now.
The wrath that I announce myself.
Oh, well, you know my name!
I am thunder-born. Thor Odinson.
And joy I take...
...in giants' blood!
Amma!
The children... Go!
Take them to the cellar!
Sigrid, hurry!
No. No.
Protect our sisters, Little Root.
We fear no gods.
Have you any survivors?
They're dead, Thor.
Thy labor's done.
We said we would follow each other anywhere.
Did you mean it?
- Sigrid, what are you saying? - Did you mean it?
I hope so.
Because before my breath leaves me, I will kill him.
I swear it. I will kill Thor.
Sigrid!
Who are you?
My name is Loki, Laufeyson.
You've reached now Hel's red door.
It's well you acquire a taste for blood.
Drink deep.
I offer...
Thor's.