Vikings

What is it you wish to ask the gods?

Will I ever bear another child, o wise one?

I cannot see another child. No matter how far I look.

Then what do you see?

I see a harvest celebrated in blood.

I see a trickster whose weapon cleaves you.

I see a city made of marble.

And a burning, broiling ocean.

Not one of your prophecies do I understand.

It is the way of prophecy.

Only to be understood when it has happened,

and it is too late to change it.

When will I die?

Frigg, the wife of Odin, has already made a decision.

But it has not yet been vouchsafed to me.

Come back another day,

Earl and shield-maiden,

and perhaps I may tell you

exactly the moment of your death.

When the ice finally breaks, we will go back to Wessex

and claim the land that King Ecbert promised us.

You know, that was always my dream.

I feel my blood warming.

I want to fight. I want to raid.

Why do you want to fight?

And what are you fighting for?

That.

What do you see?

Power.

The power of a king.

Power is always dangerous.

It attracts the worst.

And corrupts the best.

I never asked for power.

Power is only given to those

who are prepared to lower themselves to pick it up.

Einar.

Sit down, Kalf.

Will you come with me to Wessex?

No, Earl Ingstad.

Why not?

Don't you want to win renown?

Of course I do.

But someone has to remain

and look after all your territories,

and all of your interests here.

I believe you trust me to do this.

I do.

In this last year you have earned my trust in many ways.

When your mother was dying, I promised that I would take care of you

but sometimes it seems the other way around.

I have received another offer of marriage.

Egill Sokkason has proposed himself.

You could do worse.

He has a good turf-cutting business.

At least I'd be warm all winter.

Why don't you offer to marry me, Kalf?

You've made yourself almost indispensable to me.

I have nothing to offer you but a capable head.

Let me be the judge of that.

People would assume that I'd sought the marriage out of ambition.

It would do neither of us any good.

Tell me about Einar.

Einar still hates you.

He continues trying to persuade members of his family

to rise up against you

and restore the old dynasty.

What to do?

I was thinking how it will be onboard one of these ships.

Sailing across the sea to England.

We have not talked about it yet.

I am not sure I want you to come with us to Wessex.

I am ready.

I have endured many hours of training.

Lagertha herself even helped me.

But what if you are with child already?

If I lost you,

then I would also lose my child.

I am coming with you!

You can't stop me.

I'm going to cook you little piggies.

Oh...and eat you for dinner.

Whoa!

What are you laughing at?

Ahh!

Please don't stop playing on our account.

Oh, yeah, we had finished.

Oh...

How is Boneless?

Ivar is what he is. You know that.

Me and the boys.

You and the boys.

Yes.

Me and the boys.

You know I live for my sons.

All of them?

I know you love your sons, Ragnar.

You don't need to tell me.

We are such a happy family.

And what is wrong with that, Floki?

Families are not happy.

Name me one family which is happy.

Ragnar's.

Which one?

Just look at her.

Yeah, but it makes me too happy, Helga.

You don't love your daughter?

No, that's not what I meant.

That's not...

Well, then explain it to me!

I feel trapped, in all this happiness.

I feel trapped, Helga.

We do not want to trap you, Floki.

If you want to leave us, you should leave.

You're too reasonable, Helga. It doesn't help.

Why are you not angry with me?

Yes, I am angry with you, Floki.

But it doesn't help either.

Perhaps when you get back from Wessex you will see sense.

Perhaps I will die in Wessex.

Where are you going?

Away! Just away!

You're so horribly good, Helga!

What is the matter with him?

How do I know?

But you see how he suffers.

And I cannot make it better.

Do you even care?

Yes, I care.

Do you love him?

Of course I love him.

Do you love me?

She's gone.

Now we can talk.

Talk of what, Einar?

Of betrayal, of murder?

No, not with me.

That's all I have. All right.

Thank you. Thank you.

Do you offer me no warmth now, Siggy?

What do you expect?

Sometimes, I remember when I could have been a queen.

Now look what I have.

You mean me.

If Lagertha and I were to

invite you to share our bed today...

would you still refuse us, even today?

I know you well, my friend.

And I know what tortures you.

But what choice do you have?

You can neither hide from your God, nor ours.

I suffer from that same dilemma,

only in reverse.

We will go together to Wessex

and you will be my John the, um...

The Baptist?

John the Baptist, yes.

Wherever you go,

I will follow.

Perhaps I'll even put my hair like a monk.

Go and get warm.

What are you doing?

I'm following you, John.

Torstein!

I have a problem.

Two women. Both claim to be carrying my child.

Is it possible?

Why don't you marry both of them?

Take one as a wife, the other as a...

Concubine? No.

They hate each other.

They want to kill each other. Or kill me.

Please, just tell me, when are we sailing out of here?

Rollo!

You cannot understand! I'm so happy!

I'm so happy we're leaving.

Believe me, Floki,

I understand completely.

What have I told you, Torstein?

Always keep that ax in your pants,

if you want to avoid troubles.

Well, some of us

have to bring our troubles with us.

She wanted to come with us?