Trickster.
Speak of Loki and listen for his feet.
All this time, you have pointed us and loosed us like arrows.
No more.
A late hour for accusations.
I am not accusing.
But your war's in motion now.
You needn't hide any longer.
So I say to you, no more whispers.
If you want Thor dead,
take up some fucking iron.
She left us, without even a word.
Oh, there were words. A little more than words, in truth.
Sigrid did this?
To keep me from harm.
She wants us to live beyond all this.
To... To give each other the home she thinks that we deserve.
We'll be wed, so she thinks.
And I will make you a fine husband.
We all laid together.
But... it is not you I want.
A fine pair we are.
Too long I've fought for a dream.
Now, I will fight for the woman that she is.
Will you ride with me?
Can you ride with your leg?
If you tie me to a mount.
Rend them tooth and tusk!
Thor, I implore you--
Tiwaz has fallen.
Battle blinds your brother.
I told him I'd let death attend him.
Then why call me for counsel?
I am the grain-goddess, and he the god of rain.
Thor is... half my harvest.
I'll not be chaff.
He'll not choose for me.
When your love withered, so too did the world.
But he can't be saved from himself.
- You'd let a heathen woman harm him? - I would.
If he willed it so.
All my life, I've been loved and lauded.
They've sung of Baldr's beauty.
How bright, they'd say. How brilliant.
How sightly the summer sun.
But nothing is fair which lasts forever.
A brief and bounded life. That is glory.
That is grace.
You think he longs for a mortal life?
A mortal life has meaning.
We are ever-lasting and the lesser for it.
Not bodies, but embodiments.
Thor detests the tribes of men.
No.
He envies them.
Because they end.
I pray you, please, protect your brother.
Uphold our ordered world.
Make it last a little longer.
My king.
Einherjar.
They've come from Valhalla.
And we will send them back!
Sorceress.
I'd have snatched you in your sleep.
I know.
And you would have killed the man who shares my bed.
So, to save his life, I come unresisting. You have a question to ask.
Ask it.
The battle today sets the world ablaze.
And the Blood-Bride's spear is the spark.
Does it lead to the wolf? And the last war?
Does it send my son to the Serpent? I wish to see my saga's end.
You made a slave of Lady Freya to take her power.
Why do you not ask her?
My bride was worthless when I brought her home.
She'd given her gift to gut-weaving mortals,
to wolf-riding witches of the wood.
Passed mother to daughter.
Mother to daughter.
And her sight now nests in you.
Give me what I seek, Seid-Kona.
I could show you.
But magic comes with a cost.
And what you ask will cost us both dearly.
I know the price of prophecy.
I hanged myself once on the World Tree.
Hung there for nights full nine.
With my spear I was wounded.
And offered I was.
To Odin, myself to myself.
I gave my eye for but a glimpse.
This way.
Take me to her.
I feared what was in me.
In my skin.
And held it back.
But there is an old saying,
"Where you see a wolf's ears...
...expect a wolf."
You set all this kindling alight. Will you at least tell me why?
One of my daughters is destined to die,
slain by the son of Odin.
Unless I kill him first.
You are protecting your family.
In chains they took my children.
All I have lived has led to this.
It was all to break their bonds.
You could have cut Thor's throat as he slept.
I would threaten more than Thor.
Gods killing gods would go unnoticed.
Nothing would chance to change.
But a mortal who made such a massacre?
That would beggar belief.
That madness...
...would remake the world.
Give me what I seek, Seid-Kona!
I told you. It has a cost!
No!
This raven I have killed is called Memory...
...and that will be your offering.
No more looking back, high one. Such is the cost of foresight!
No!
No.
What you saw begins today.
You will end, un-worshipped and unloved.
I saw... this day.
I saw doom.
There's so much I cannot remember.
Aile!
Egill.
This is as far as I... saw.
I was the one.
You said I was to die.
Not you.
Never you.
I have known you. Haven't I?
You are called Egill.
Egill One-Hand.
Aile.
Weeping...
Here is your wild boar.
See the ruin you have wrought.
Before this day is done,
I will redden my spear with you.
You align yourself with the liar god.
In bed with my betrayer.
Your faith... has made a fool of you.
You came for me. After everything.
There is no after.
Not with us.
Now take your revenge.
Even Loki fights for more than that.
He does this for the living.
I do it for the dead.
Thor can die for both.
No! No!
Sigrid...
Do not mourn.
I go to a place where mead rains from the ceiling beams.
And every belly is full.
You must save me a seat at the beer bench, my shield sister.
Come! I will bear you back!
What happened to her?
She sees me, but she's...
She's a new goddess now.
With my foresight and Odin's Memory.
A union of Vanir and Aesir.
We will start again,
if we must.
She's here.
What are you doing?
You have to claim her.
She was battle-slain!
It's hers by right! You have to take her!
You, uh... You...
You have to take her.
Please.
No.
No, not you.
Not you!
Her weapon was cursed and keeps her from heaven.
Antler will have its own outcome.
Hervor's sons are in Valhalla.
She wanted to mend her family.
Valhalla is not some hero's reward.
Odin takes souls as soldiers.
To fill his spear forest with a mighty force.
Perform her corpse-help.
Close her eyes.
Let your friend fare forth.
She'll serve ungrateful gods no longer.
In Hel, Hervor will be free.
Odin is war.
But also wisdom.
Would he wish her dead?
He could tell me himself, if he would leave his tower.
No honor hangs upon her head,
unless you make her a martyr.
You speak truth, and I shall trust it.
Sandraudiga, I summon thee.
You sought my death.
And found surrender.
If you show me a shield of white,
all of Asgard will accept your submission.
I'll bear you home on the beaten track.
But you can walk home with me.
The accord has only one condition.
Your true name you must tell me.
I thought I came for revenge alone.
But I want more.
I want a world free of your kind,
a better future,
even if I never see it.
You ask my name...
I have been many things.
I am The Weeping and Blood-Bride.
I am Antler's owner and Hoenir's killer.
I am the daughter of King Glaumar.
I am the last of the giants of the Open Hand.
On my wedding day,
you massacred my family while they held aloft white shields!
You offer surrender?!
Here is my answer!
I am called Sigrid.
And I fear no gods!
You lied to me, so she might live?
No.
Hither come, Hödr! And help me with him!
'Twas mistletoe that martyred him!
Hmm.
Where did Freya take him?! Where is Thor?
To hallowed Valhalla she took him.
But that bodes well for you, Blood-Bride.
You've one more go at goring him.
To broach Asgard, you burned the world.
Valhalla can be earned with ease.
You have only to fall on the field of battle.
Sigrid.
Sigrid!
Live in legend, little giant.
Sigrid. Si--
Sigrid!
- Yes! - You've drunk enough.
I have you now.
Who's next?
You are wet, woman.
They knew of you, but none told me.
They wet-nursed me against my will.
We've been toyed with and tossed about
by the winds and whims of others.
But now, we haunt the very same hearth.
And so begins...
the Song of Sigrid.