No, it is not consequently of he is a fierce warrior, a loyal soldier inside the fight in opposition to the Army of the Dead and the proprietor of a tremendous purple beard. It’s consequently of he is a strolling quote machine.
A gleeful hedonist with no filter, Tormund lives the easiest way all of us would if we merely didn’t give an F. Asked closing season for his advice on staying warmth within the course of the brutal conditions north of the Wall, he replied, “Walking’s good. Fighting’s better. F**king’s best.”
When it includes memorable one-liners, though, Tormund (Norwegian actor Kristofer Hivju) may need outdone himself all through Sunday’s episode. As our favorite characters huddled anxiously at Winterfell on the eve of a in all probability cataclysmic showdown with the White Walkers, he served up some much-needed comic help.
For a person who talks hundreds about intercourse, Tormund is not so clear with the ladies.
We’ve recognized since closing season he has the hots for Brienne. The towering swordswoman rebuffs his ham-handed flirtations with barely hid disgust. He wouldn’t care.
“The big woman still here?” Tormund says hopefuly inside the new episode upon arriving at Winterfell.
Later he corners Brienne by a gathering hall hearth and — regardless of the presence of about 5 completely different people — makes his play.
“It could be our last night in this world, you know,” he says. Ah, the outdated “the apocalypse is coming so we may as well have sex” line. It wouldn’t work.
Finally, he expresses shock and dismay that Brienne, regardless of her stature and skill in combat, is not a knight.
“I’m no king,” he says. “But if I were, I’d knight you 10 times over.”
Oh, we guess you will.
He tells half-crazy tales that go away all people speechless
When Tyrion affords Tormund a drink — the complete jittery Winterfell crew is ingesting at this degree — he holds up a vast Viking horn and says, “brought my own.”
This prompts Tormund to launch unsolicited proper right into a story regarding the time he killed a big when he was 10.
“Then I climbed right into bed with his wife,” he says. “Suckled me at her teat for three months. Thought I was her baby. That’s how I got so strong — giant’s milk.”
Tormund, as if he is pledging a frat, then proceeds to enthusiastically chug the contents of his horn, spilling half of it over his beard.
Brienne did not look impressed.