Hammer of the Gods Page #2

He crossed the Saxon lines

and spoke to their king.

F***ing snake!

I didn't know what to do.

You did the right thing, vali.

You should head back now,

before they notice you're gone.

No, it's too dangerous.

Vali can ride with us.

Grim, get him some food.

He can get his own food.

We turn back,

cut Harald's balls

off and rip out his spine.

No. We continue our ride north.

Steinar, Harald's cut

a deal with the saxons.

Our men would never back Harald.

It's one thing to want

the crown, another to take it.

You'd rather we have

us climbing mountains

on some f***ing bear hunt

while your c*nt f*** of a brother

sells our women

to a bunch of farmers!

Our women are more

than a match for Harald.

Grim,

nobody forced you to come.

Nobody's forcing you to stay.

Oh, I know you struggle

with your beliefs,

that you deny the gods

and the significance of signs...

But a lone rider arrmng

under a full moon?

Even you can't deny what a bad

omen that is for all of us.

He's young. He's got

good instincts.

He brings death with him.

I'm not about to turn

against him

for the sake

of your superstitions.

If a man doesn't

believe in omens,

then how can he know

what he believes in?

He can believe in himself.

No!

We should ride on.

You b*tch!

You're right.

Stop!

Stop.

- Let her go.

- F*** you, heathen.

Argh!

- You all right?

- Crazy f***ing b*tch.

Let's go.

The horses won't make

it much further.

Then we continue on foot.

Vali, you wait with the horses

till we return.

Don't light a fire.

Fires attract cave trolls.

Don't worry.

They only eat virgins.

They'll eat anything

if they're hungry enough.

Speaking of cave trolls,

how is your sister?

F*** you, grim.

She certainly did.

Still hurts when I piss.

We'll be back by first light.

Steinar.

Thanks.

We're brothers.

What was that?

Perhaps we should

wait till nightfall.

Some creatures fear the moon.

It would be safer.

Ivar, it's me...

Hagen grettison.

My name is steinar,

son of bagsecg.

What the f*** are you

doing here, prince?

You wanna f*** with me?

I'll bet you do.

I'll bet you do.

Ivar, the king is dying.

We need your help.

Everyone dies some time.

How about you, prince?

Do you want to die today?

We seek the new king...

Hakan.

So you're looking

for your brother?

Know where he is?

Why the hell would I tell you?

Out of respect.

Respect is not a birthright,

little prince.

You want someone's respect,

you've got to earn it.

You want to earn my respect?

You'd better be

stronger than you look.

- There has to be another way.

- He feels no pain.

The only way he'll tell

us is through choice.

Three cups

for your three chances.

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