[Scott Lang, meet Ivar, a psychopathic young Viking who thinks taming a fire horse is worth getting burned for. This shall be a great partnership.]

How long would that take you?

Good. I should have it back to the city by then.

[Failure is not an option when Ivar wants something. And he really wants the Ponyta.]

Where can I meet you?

No. I'm a Viking.

[Which, let's face it, is way more badass than a cowboy. This Ponyta will be his one way or another.]

Sunset Diner? I know the place.

The first one. Except for the horns. We drink out of them, we don't wear those on our heads.

[That's the second person to mention the horned helmets. Where had this stereotype started?]

My name is Ivar. Sometimes called Ivar The Boneless.

Of course we drink out of them. What other use would we have for horns?

[He huffs and folds his arms, scowling a little. It's not that funny.]

I didn't pick it. But you've got to own your name or it will own you.

Who needs a horn to stab someone with when I've got a perfectly good ax?

[The video shifts for a moment as Ivar lifts it up to show that, indeed yes, he does have a throwing ax strapped to his back that he can use at a moment's notice. You know, just the typical kind of thing every sixteen year old carries around.]

Ant Man? Like-- [He holds up his thumb and finger a little bit apart.] --that?

Of course. Axes are for throwing. Swords are for stabbing. And knives are for both. I have all three.

[Why yes, he is bloodthirsty and possibly mentally unbalanced, thanks for noticing.]

At least I wasn't named after an insect, Bug Man. And by the time I'm done raiding England, no one will care what name I have. They'll just fear me.

[He'll take his proper place in history one way or another.]

Smart man. Now you're learning.

[Staying on the good side of a Viking known for his brutality even among other Vikings is a good strategy to live longer.]

Tch, touchy much, Ant Man? [Ignore that smirk. It's not like he's deliberately goading you or anything at this point.]

It's not conquering. Conquering implies I want to rule the place. All I want to do is raze every part of it until there's nothing left but a broken husk of what it used to be, and every man, woman, and child is terrified of what might happen if they cross my path.

[Every teen needs a hobby. Ivar's is coming up with ways to conquer most of the known world.]

Really? What would you have picked?

[He gives a look that says he doesn't expect much from Scott.]

I'll get back there eventually. [He's in a little bit of denial about being stuck here, unwilling to acknowledge that he can't go home, and is separated from his family.] And until then, I have time to plan.

That's about what I thought you'd say.

[Just look at that smirk. Yeah, it's hard to have respect for a man themed around ants.]

I doubt my anger or thirst for revenge is going to just disappear. I'm going to kill my father's murderers if it takes the rest of my life.

[Besides, it's all Ivar really knows. His culture revolves around brutality, battling, raiding, and killing to please the gods.]

No. But I figured it had to be some level of insanity.

[He's not entirely sure Scott is entirely sane after the majority of this conversation.]

Nothing better than than watching the light fade from your enemies eyes as you kill them.

[You know, the typical stuff every sixteen year old does.]

Like that's ever stopped me before.

[He enjoys picking fights with people.]

Where's the fun in that? Death is a lot more satisfying, especially when you can stretch it out over hours.