Now, son, push.
Feel your power.
Hmm.
What sees good Baldr grace us?
Our father did dispatch me.
He demands you remain at your hearth and home
until he orders otherwise.
And did he give, in his wisdom, the whys and wherefores?
A woman there is who bears you ill will.
A maid?
Odin sent his heralds for the heathen woman.
Hmm.
The wedding we sacked, you're certain none survived?
You killed Jötnar old and young.
Farewell, Thor.
Mind thy feet.
Hail, Freya.
Fair as always.
Hail, Loki Laufeyson.
Why is that, I wonder? Why do you wear your mother's name?
My father struck me.
Laufey did not.
You'd have us speak here, so close to your husband?
He...
He is my jailer, not my husband.
Ay, you were Odin's spoils of war.
But it's your war-spoiled country which concerns me.
Good tidings, I trust?
The Vanir will receive your Sigrid if she but shows her worth.
But if she fails...
If she fails, we'll find another.
Already our blades are in the guards' bellies.
They'll be bled before they notice.
Is this milk thine own?
Covenants and compacts are best writ with mother's milk.
A toast, then, to bosom friends.
So came the band to the very edge of Vanaheim.
And there were they brought low, ever tired in their boots,
sadly sober as they died.
I always think it will be...
Cold?
Unyielding?
The armor holds when it needs to.
- You do not need armor with me. - I know.
No one has seen Vanaheim's border in centuries.
You did not think it would just unfurl before us, did you?
No, but I did not expect us to roam in circles like fools.
I thought Loki would...
He came at a word when last I needed him.
And now? Nothing.
There must be a riddle, or a hidden door, or...
We were told to make haste.
Every time I feel a drop of rain, I think Thor has finally come for us.
A wasteland.
The Vanir and Aesir fought here?
They did... and others with them.
Like my kinsmen yonder.
- Those were dwarves? - We turn to stone when we die.
All this was a battlefield. Long time ago.
When the worlds were newly formed,
there were Vanir gods and Aesir gods.
They were much alike.
But the Vanir could see the future.
This made Odin jealous.
He had given his eye trying to see his fate,
and now he wanted the Vanir's Seidr magic.
When they would not give it, war came into the world.
Vanaheim's losses were great.
When Asgard proffered peace,
the Vanir had no choice but to accept old one-eyed Odin's one-sided truce.
Odin took the Vanir's soothsaying
and the apples which gave them life eternal.
And for added insult,
he took their queen, Freya, for his wife.
Gods all spat in a well,
and the war was over.
And Vanaheim sealed itself off.
Something hunts us.
A score of riders.
Swift. Day behind us.
Who?
Saddle up. Now.
There were ravens in the sky.
Odin's huntsmen.
Bolverkrs.
Sigrid.
Blood-Bride...
The roots of the world tree twist here.
I can feel it.
Oh, she can feel the world tree, and yet she cannot show us the way.
Find quiet, or feel the back of my hand.
He's right.
We cannot outrun them.
If we don't find that border, we will have to fight.
I think it's time you tried again.
Loki... hear me.
I do not know the reason for your silence, but I need you now.
If this is a test, tell me what's required.
Please... speak.
Loki.
Never trust the trickster.
You knew?
That you were working with Loki? From the start.
And still you came.
I had to see this for myself.
For now, Loki is useful to--
He's no different than Thor!
Or the Vanir with whom you'd bargain.
Gods are gods are gods. They are all of them schemers.
You want to challenge the order of things?
Then we must do so on our own. We must set them all against each other.
Even Loki.
That is their game.
And you are in it!
Why do you think Loki does not appear to you now?
For a god of Asgard to cross Vanaheim's border
would be an act of war.
Magic has rules. Use them.
Pawn or player, Sigrid the Weeping.
You must choose which one you'll be.
Egill!
I take back everything I said about your magic.
Ulfr!
Is he trying to kill us?
My art could heal those wounds.
For this? A little pain is good.
If it's pain you want, try pushing a child out.
Like squatting on a fire.
You have children?
Three sons.
Where are they?
Valhalla.
When you kill Thor,
what will happen?
You mean, how will I feel?
No, not that.
I mean... will the rain stop?
I don't know.
When we were young, we always said we'd die battle slain, holy,
and be greeted by Thor in Valhalla.
But if we slay Thor,
where will we go when we die?
I wanted to see my sons again.
Here.
Look.
Is anyone there?
- We have not come to harm you. - Frode! Leave them.
Hail, warriors.
I am called Hrafnkel. Come, come. We have food.
When the riders came, we hid ourselves away.
You did what you had to.
For your family.
I put up the chimes so we'd hear them coming.
You ride beneath no banners. No sigils.
Know ye what the riders want?
No.
Eat. Go when you're able.
And you?
Those chimes will not save you.
What will you do?
We will pray.
Scout the valley.
Baldr brought me your word of warning.
You hide me, Father, like a feckless coward.
Caged in here, confined.
This maid is after me alone.
I demand the kill be mine!
You have your spies and host of huntsmen.
But I have eyes of my own!
The clouds in heaven!
The clattering rain!
One eye, all of them.
The riders are ahead and behind.
They would not have missed those farmers if they came this close.
Unless the farmers made a deal.
The chimes, they weren't alarms.
They were bait.
We're being herded.
We have to get back.
Now!
Huh.
What are you hiding?
Stop!
- You cannot go in there! - Leif!
You can't! She's ours.
What is this madness?
We found her in the burned city and took her.
Took her for what?
For Odin.
Don't you see?
She was left to us that we might prove our faith.
- You would sacrifice her? - Yes!
If the gods demand it.
Yes.
Sigrid, they've laid a trap. They've--
Inge, now!
Where is your son?
He is close enough.
He went to bring them.
Your bodies will gladden his ravens,
and Odin will spare us.
Inge!
Are you all right?
So you can be of use.
Run! Now!
Come on!
- I won't leave her. - Leif!
There's no time. Leave her!
Can you stand?
Leif!
Come on.
Mother, Father, I brought them!
Mother? Father?
The maid is mine!
Leif! Vanaheim!
Sigrid!
Sigrid? Sigrid, where are you?
Huh.
The maid I'm meant to fear.
What name has my huntress?
You don't know who I am?
I've made many a widow and wagonloads of orphans.
What shall I call you, shield-maid?
I am The Weeping.
Sigrid!
Your dog-headed errand must end today.
But I see your spear and spirit.
See reason, and you'll have recompense.
Whatever you want, I'll bestow.
Storms... they harm,
but heal as well.
Let me make you a miracle.
I can bring life to barren fields.
Or is it you who'd fain be fertile?
You think me some keening fishwife, yearning for a child?
You have nothing to offer me
but your head!
This is Vanaheim's border.
You've broken treaty.
To attack me now would be an act of war.
When next we meet, you'll kneel before me
and beg my hammer's mercy.
I'm sorry for my deception.
None may enter Vanaheim.
None but the worthy.