Norsemen (Vikingane)

...:::"NORSEMEN":::... SEATON...01 EPISODE...03

Hi.

Spit in the pot, Hildur.

All who seek answers, spit in the pot.

OK. I guess I can spit a little.

You can do better than that.

No answers without a real gob.

You wish to know if your husband, the chieftain, survives.

Yes.

Hi.

-How's it going here? -Good, good.

You feeling OK?

As I like to say: It's not how you're doing, it's...

-it's how you handle it. -That's so true.

I'm sure you'll be fine.

I mean, how bad can it be?

Arvid?

Feel my heart.

No, really feel it for real.

-It's still strong, isn't it? -Yeah. Feels fine.

Just like a heart is supposed to feel

when you grab it... directly.

Some blood there again.

But it's OK. I'll just wash it off.

I see fire.

And...

I see... drigs and dregs.

Knecks and drops.

Does that mean he will survive or die or...?

The gods are not ready to receive him yet.

That's great news!

I was really worried. I mean,

He's laying down in the house with his guts

basically hanging out for everyone to see.

If I die, Odin forbid,

I want you to be chieftain.

Not that girly-boy Orm.

Me, as chieftain? I don't know...

Believe in yourself, Arvid.

You have it all in you, you just don't know it yet.

But Orm is next in line.

So wouldn't that sour the mood a little?

This is my decision.

Tomorrow I'll inform the village.

Loki!

No one?

Drink.

You must drink from the Prophesy Pot if the prophesy is to come true.

How many have spit in here before me?

I mean, I'm guaranteed to be sick if I drink that.

That's just how it works.

Seriously?

Don't hate the player, hate the game.

Agreed, but, can I ask you one question?

Do you personally see to it that these prophesies come true?

No, I don't control the future. The gods do.

I'm merely a messenger. Drink, come on.

If you don't have any influence, I'd rather not drink that crap.

Because, I mean, the result is already given.

You can't quarrel your way out of destiny.

Drink, and the prophecy will be fulfilled.

Everyone drinks. Everyone has always drunk.

Yes, but to be quite honest with you, I think it's strange that no one

has questioned this practice before. I mean, it's not logical.

I'm sorry. I don't mean to make your job harder.

But just drinking spit simply doesn't work for me.

OK. Look in the chest.

-The Map to the West? -Yes.

Unfortunately it's not ours to keep.

I promised Jarl Varg that if we found our way across the ocean

he should have the map.

This is very important, Arvid.

Varg, he's...

How should I put it?

A quite unpredictable and hot-headed man.

We could end up with some

big problems.

Orm is here.

-Arvid. -Orm.

So,

dear brother...

How are you really doing?

Well, I can't help but complain.

Well put.

But seriously, Orm,

I'm not in my best shape here.

I cannot even lift my arms.

Really?

That bad?

So...

If I do

this.

How does that feel?

Can you push upwards at all?

No, not a chance.

No? OK. So...

So your arms and upper body are too weak. What about your neck?

Can you nod, or headbutt?

Headbutt?

No way.

No?

-Hi. -Hi.

How are you?

Well...

I don't know. It's...

I've been better, I suppose.

Yeah.

How about you? How are you?

I don't know. I just feel we have to put our faith in Thor and Odin.

At least the shaman was

really positive. So...

-Really? -Yeah.

You know,

the crazy thing is...

If Olav won't survive, gods forbid,

he said he wanted me to take over as chieftain.

-He said that? -Yeah.

I don't know. I'm probably not the right guy for that job.

Arvid.

I think you will be a wonderful chieftain.

Yes! You're so, you're so... kind.

And honest and warm and strong...

Really strong.

The chieftain is dead!

He's dead in there!

He's dead!

-Olav! -Olav has departed. It's terrible.

I'm completely crushed.

-I should have been there. -It went quickly towards the end.

The only thing I know is that he died of natural causes.

Did he have time to tell you he wanted me to take over as chieftain?

Yes, yes.

And his last words were that that was just a very grotesque joke.

That was not my impression, it was a joke.

You know what they say: Those who take a joke just as a joke,

and seriousness seriously, they have actually understood both poorly.

-Yeah? -And here the seriousness was the joke.

I didn't quite catch that.

But I don't know if I can accept this just like that.

Everyone here knows that I am next in line.

If you have a problem with that,

then we have something called "blood eagle"!

Seriously? Is that how you intend to handle this?

That's exactly how I intend to handle this, Arvid!

That is how I handle things like this!

Odin.

Today

you can set the great hall in Valhalla

with your finest tableware.

Hang up your most festive curtains and decorate with wildflowers.

In all the beautiful colors of the rainbow.

For today Olav is arriving.

Dearest brother.

Chieftain Olav.

If you still had been among us today,

I know that you would have given me a good, long hug

and said how much you regret the way you have treated me.

For so many, many years.

You would probably shed a little tear too while thinking about all the times

you didn't include me in games as a child.

And fun and parties as an adult.

But dry your tears, Olav.

For I know that you would have said

that our village is now in the best of hands

with me as the new chieftain!

Push him out.

Farewell, brother!

Farewell, brother!

Why don't you just let me do that, because I...

No, no, it's just that my hands are very cold.

And these arrows are too slippery for my style of shooting.

This is ridiculous!

The raft has to be set aflame or else he won't get to Valhalla.

Yes, yes.

-Give me the bow. Give me the bow. -No, no.

Just let Arvid do it!

I'll do it. I'll handle it. He's my brother.

-Come on. This is really important. -Orm!

Just one more arrow, just to be sure.

For Thor and Odin's sake, let Arvid do it!

No, no, no, no.

It's too late. It's too late.

If Thor and Odin had wanted me to hit, then I would have done it.

And I think it's very important just to respect that.

Who dares boo their own chieftain?

I'm really, really disappointed.

You shouldn't boo your own chieftain. That's just child's knowledge.

Try firing an arrow with really cold fingers yourself before you start booing.

Have any of you ever tried to fire an arrow

with really frozen fingers?

No, that's what I thought. It really has a huge effect.

So, but now you've learned something today, as well.

And there's no need to feel down in the mouth.

Because next weekend it's funeral feast!

Welcome, welcome.

A bit late. The funeral was yesterday.

We're not here for the funeral.

Rumor has it you went on a raid to the West?

Yes, yes, yes. Yes, indeed.

A very successful raid.