I love it when Icelandic sagas attribute every microscopic inconvenience that befalls a hero on his journeys to “witchcraft”. It makes me picture a really bored witch just micromanaging the hell out of this one particular guy’s daily travails.
My favorite bit of Icelandic saga is when one dude’s house is invaded by not one, but two bands of zombies (because he pissed off a witch, obviously), which did such terrible zombie things as taking the best spots by the fire and throwing clods of dirt at each other.
The homeowner, being a fine upstanding Icelandic farmer/warrior type, did what you’d expect a Viking warrior to do when faced with invading zombies.
He sued them. In court. With lawyers. As one does.
Well technically speaking by the Havamal, even if the assholes barge the fuck into your house and you don’t want them there you just gotta put up with their bullshit because unless they begin the fight you’re considered rude for starting it in your own home with strangers you didn’t know if they were meaning well or not.
So @we-are-lawyer HELP ME SUE THEIR ASSES I’M NOT RUINING MY REPUTATION
Okay.
Now that is a zombie movie I’d be interested in watching.