Vikings

No...

And then he took one of the children,

a little boy, and then he ate him!

Halt!

Who are you, stranger?

My name is Hvitserk,

son of Ragnar Lothbrok.

I've come to see King Olaf. We are meant to be allies.

Friend, I have just ridden

across mountain ranges and frozen lakes.

I am dying of cold.

Will you not at least

let me warm myself by your fire?

Is this the hospitality of a friend and ally?

You arrive here unexpectedly

and the first thing you do is insult me!

Yes.

Forgive me.

Indeed.

I will of course take you to meet King Olaf.

Thank you.

But first you must take off your clothes.

What?

Take off your clothes.

Otherwise you cannot see him.

I wanted to congratulate you.

Thank you, King Harald.

I thought you wanted to be Queen of Norway.

Yes.

But I never said who I wanted to be King.

- Happy days. - Mmm.

- Happy days. - Yes.

You know, it feels as if I'm really in a dream.

All my youth I've had to hide away

and I couldn't tell anybody who I was.

But now at the wedding of my brother,

Bjorn Ironside!

One of the most famous men in all the world.

And I have you,

I have you to thank for that, King Harald.

I mean, you could've killed me but you didn't.

And now we're going back to Kattegat, huh,

my father's realm.

I mean, why should I not be happy, huh?

Be happy!

Drink another horn, drink several, huh?

Get ready for our journey.

It won't be easy.

Some of our ships will surely flounder.

Hmm. Oh, but not mine.

No.

See, the gods, they wouldn't allow it,

'cause I'm a son of Ragnar Lothbrok.

Ah.

And the gods look after me.

I mean, they always did. It's just...

Just that I didn't know.

- Huh, Skol. - Skol.

Friend.

Congratulations.

I wanted her.

She knew that. But you prevailed.

It's a virtue of being a son of Ragnar Lothbrok.

I really don't know why.

Of course you know why.

You're not stupid.

You always wanted to be Ragnar Lothbrok.

You felt like his equal. I know that.

- Skol. - Ah, thank you.

There was nothing you couldn't do.

You didn't understand

why people followed Ragnar and not you.

Isn't that true?

But you will never be Ragnar.

And you will never be King of Norway.

And do you want to know why?

Why don't you tell me?

It has nothing to do with

power, or titles, or your army.

It is in the gift of the gods.

I'm happy for you today, Bjorn.

You married a beautiful woman.

Of course, some would say that

that will be the greatest curse of all.

But I don't believe that.

I envy you.

Envy I understand.

That doesn't stop us working together.

Or trusting each other.

- Does it? - Of course not.

There are far greater things at stake

than just a woman.

Ah, but she is not just a woman though, is she?

My Lord Olaf. This is...

I know who it is!

Come and sit down, Hvitserk.

Your brother Ivar

told me he would send you

and so,

I have been waiting.

- Give our guest some mead. - Yes, Lord.

Skol.

Skol.

Another son of Ragnar.

That is a sign of...

respect.

So,

what do you think of this place so far?

The truth?

I think all this is an illusion

and you are what they call

the Buddha.

Move!

Ha! Ha! Ha!

Ha! Ha!

Whoa!

Move out of the way! Move!

Make way. Move! Move!

Get back! Stay back!

Move! You back!

No, please!

Stay back! Move!

Open the door!

Open the door now!

Come.

Please. Sit.

Thora, I am trying to rule well.

I am trying to rule

for the benefit of our people,

not the strangers,

not the outsiders who threaten us.

I use my divinity to protect you,

like a father.

But still you hate me.

You deface my image. You criticize me.

Why?

In Ragnar's time,

everyone was free.

That's what my parents told me.

They could say what they wanted,

they could do what they wanted.

Ragnar never forced them to do anything.

And above all,

he never forced them to worship him.

He knew, he was only human.

Just like the rest of us.

You have spoken well.

Go.

Go?

I remember your father.

He is a good man.

One of us.

Go.

I look forward to traveling to England

and raiding with your brother.

I hear many stories of his prowess

as a warrior.

What kind of a ruler is your brother?

Is he, uh...

Is he cruel?

Is he a monster?

I need to know.

My brother has declared himself to be a God.

He's no longer the Ivar I knew.

The brother I knew.

He's a tyrant.

You! Over here!

Put them together!

Thora!

Be quiet!

Father!

And yet you want me to join him in raiding England?

Uh, no.

No?

Would you like to explain?

Over here!

Run, run! Run!

I cannot!

No!

No. No.

No...

King Olaf, I haven't come here

to ask you to help Ivar,

recover York and attack Wessex.

I've come here to ask you to attack Ivar

and overthrow him as King of Kattegat.

Mmm. I understand.

But I probably will go with my original plan.

King Olaf, listen...

King Olaf!

King Olaf!

You didn't even dig your daughter's grave.

I thought she became more your child than mine.

And she was always too good for you.

You're probably right.

Who knows these things?

You screw a woman. You have a child.

Who in Hel knows about that child?

Who cares?

You are the same as the rest of us after all!