Hodor. Hodor Hodor, Hodor! Hodor, Hodor, Hodor. Hodor Hodor: "Hodor... Hodor." Hodor? Hodor Hodor Hodor, Hodor. Like Hodor, there's not really a lot more I can say other than: "Hodor!" Everyone's favourite gentle giant is the only man who couldn't care less about the politics and treachery of the realm, and is more than content with his role as a walking, talking wheelchair for Bran. As the young Stark's warg powers grow, Hodor finds himself being turned into a Hulk-esque fighting machine, and that can only be a good thing as the danger beyond the Wall continues to rise.