Vikings

Previously on Vikings...

Did you kill our son?

I'm not sure that that poor crippled bastard was my son!

We will cross those mountains and attack Kattegat

and rip it from Ivar's grip.

You want the same thing, but you can't have the crown

until you take it from Ivar.

If it's all right with you, Ubbe,

it's time for me to go home.

I was expecting my brother, Hvitserk,

to return with King Olaf.

- They are not here. - I still don't know

if I made the right choice.

We could be marching towards our own death.

Hello, Hvitserk.

Where are you going with such a large army?

To attack Kattegat with King Olaf and with you.

My brother!

We will renew and strengthen the defenses of our great town.

You will never overcome Kattegat!

We will always defeat you! The gods love us!

We followed your orders

and appointed an earl in every district

under your control.

They collect taxes and fines.

Each one provides 60 soldiers for your army.

Blacksmith!

You understand what you have to do.

I do indeed. I'm straight to work.

Good man. Good man.

- So? - We saw two armies

marching together. One was led by Bjorn Ironside

and King Harald Finehair.

You recognized them?

And the other army, by a King or earl we did not recognize.

Together with someone we did recognize.

My brother, Hvitserk.

Yes, my King.

And you are completely sure?

Yes, without any doubt.

That is good, huh?

Don't you think that's good, Freydis?

My fellow gods at last allowed me to see my fate.

Now all of my brothers are against me.

Now I know I'm the chosen one.

Ivar has clearly made preparations for a siege.

Perhaps we should negotiate with him.

No. No.

My brother is right.

Never again will we negotiate with Ivar.

It is useless.

What happened to you, Lagertha?

I almost died

but was reborn.

You were between life and death.

What did that teach you?

The only thing that I've learned

is that life

is about suffering.

There's no escape from it.

That's the truth.

What's important

is how we deal with suffering,

how we deal with the truth.

How do I tell my children that life is all about suffering?

They will find out for themselves.

Soon we shall reach Kattegat.

Where once more, brother will fight against brother.

And the world will be wrecked.

Midgard will be wrenched by wars

for three winters.

Fathers will slaughter sons.

Brothers will be drenched

in one another's blood.

Mothers will desert their menfolk

and seduce their own sons.

Fimbulvetr,

the winter of winters

will grip

and throttle Midgard.

Fenrir,

the wolf,

will seize the sun

between his jaws

and swallow her.

He will spatter Asgard with gore.

And then the warriors and all the gods in Valhalla

will bear arms

and fight against the giants and serpents

unleashed against Midgard.

Odin

and the wolf

will be the first to engage

and the battle will be fearsome.

Though in the end,

the wolf

will swallow All-Father.

That will be the death

of Odin.

And then worlds will burn

and the gods will die.

And the sun will be dark

and there will be no stars in the sky.

And the earth will sink into the sea.

Ragnarok.

It's only a story.

Stories are all we have.

Attack the gates.

I agree.

We will divide our forces and attack two of the gates

simultaneously with the greatest violence.

If we divide our forces,

we need to be able to know one another.

For my brother.

For Halfdan.

Ivar, what is it?

I need to know that you've forgiven me.

I'm sorry.

For all that I do.

I'm sorry.

I love you, Freydis.

You know that.

And I love you, too.

And I forgive you.

I have to go.

Take care of yourself.

And you.

Beloved.

Man the walls!

Come on!

Ready!

Archers, ready!

Defend the towers!

Repel them!

Positions!

Positions!

Take aim.

Ready!

They are approaching!

Forward!

Archers!

Loose!

Move!

Archers!

Loose!

Go!

Loose!

- Ram! - Shield wall.

Shoot them!

- Ram! - Welcome home, Bjorn.

Ram!

Welcome home! Loose!

Open.

Come on.

Charge!

Archers, loose!

Open!

Oh, my God! Oh, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?

Why art thou so far from helping me?

For thou hast led me into the dust of death.

Forward! Ram!

Forward!

Loose!

To the wall! To the wall!

Go! To the wall!

Loose!

Shoot them!

Oh, you can't help or hear me, can you?

'Cause you're not there.

Oh, you don't exist.

Loose!

Go! Climb the wall!

Concentrate your shots!

Go! Jump!

My brother! You have come too late.

Much too late!