Viking Quest

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.