Erik the Viking

Have you done this sort of thing before?

Me? Of course. I've been looting and

pillaging up and down the coast.

- Looting and pillaging, eh? - Yes.

What about the raping?

Shut up.

Well, it's obvious you haven't raped anyone in your life.

Shh!

- Do you like women? - What? Of course I like women. I love 'em.

- You don't love me. - Well, no, I don't...

Mind you, I'm not saying I couldn't get to like you.

As a matter of fact I actually prefer it if there's some sort

of mutual feeling between two people...

What? Rape?

Well, no. Obviously then it wouldn't be rape... then, would it?

Get it over with.

I don't suppose that you...

No... no.

- What? - I don't suppose that, um...

You...

You do like me at all?

What d'you expect?

You come in here, burn my village, kill my family

and try to rape me.

You don't like it, do you? Well I just think it's a little bit crude, that's all.

What about all the killing and looting? That's just as crude, isn't it?

- Well, you have to do them. - Why?

Why do you have to go around killing and looting all the time?

To pay for the next expedition, of course. But that's a circular argument!

If the only reason for the expedition is the killing and looting

and the only reason for the killing and looting is

to pay for the next expedition, they cancel each other out.

Stop talking as if we were married! Well you started it.

I just said I didn't feel like raping you.

And I was just saying that rape is no more pointless or crude than all the killing and looting.

Scream.

Louder.

- Aaagh! Rape! - Oh, thanks.

- Rape? - Where?

He raped me standing up.

- You finished, then? - I suppose so...

Right!

Leave her alone!

No!

Thanks for saving me from a fate worse than death.

- I didn't mean to! - Oh, that's all right then...

It's the thought that counts.

You told them I raped you, why?

I dunno...

you looked so... vulnerable.

Why should you care? Why... should you care?

Tell me your name?

Tell me... what is it?

If you ever thought of converting my dear, now would be

- an ideal opportunity... - Not now!

No, of course not...

- But, er, you might not get another chance. - Go away!

Right. I 'll pray for you my dear.

Yes... That's what I'll do, dear. I'll pray for you.

Let her go!

- Why? - Why should we let her go?

We haven't hit a single braid yet!

- He hit my wife! - That showed her.

What's the matter?

We're missing the fun.

- What's it all about, grandpa? - What?

We toil and labour, we loot and pillage,

- we rape and kill, and yet... - Why're you talking this piffle, son?

Where does it all get us, Grandpa?

Who you've been talking to?

- I met this girl... - Women!

It's always the women who causes all the trouble.

- She got me thinking... - So? What'd you do to her?

I killed her.

That's my boy!

Freya!

Erik the Viking.

What can you want with me, Erik the Viking?

I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come.

Afraid they will make fun of you

for listening to an old woman's stories?

Young men only interested in fighting and killing.

Yes... but has it always been like that? Since the beginning of time?

- What do you see, Erik? - I see... the world.

Is it night or day, Erik?

- It is day, of course, Freya. - Is it winter or summer, Erik?

The winter has passed. It is... summer.

Have you ever seen the sun, Erik?

No, it's up beyond the clouds where it always is.

But have you ever seen it, Erik?

Of course not.

Think back.

I remember once as a child...

a dream.

It was as if the whole sky were...

blue...

It was blue, Erik... once.

The Old Stories tell of an age that would come such as this

when Fenrir the Wolf would swallow the sun,

and a Great Winter would settle on the world.

It was to be an axe age, a sword age,

a storm age, when brother would turn against brother,

and men would fight each other until the world was finally destroyed.

Then this is the Age of Ragnarok?

Wait, Freya!

Is there nothing men can do?

The Gods are asleep, Erik.

I will go and wake them up then!

Tell me what I must do!

Far out in the midst of the Western Ocean there is a land,

men call it Hy-Brasil.

There you will find a horn

this horn is called Resounding.

You must take the Horn Resounding and three times you must blow it.

The first note will take you to Asgaard.

The second note will awaken the Gods.

And the third note will bring you home.

But remember, Erik

once you are in the spell of the Horn,

hatred will destroy you.

Will the dead ever return, Freya?

That I cannot tell you.

Oh, come on, Erik!

Erik, what are you doing? Thorfinn just said that Sven's grandfather died of old age.

- He must fight to the death. - That's right! Sven must kill me.

Aren't you afraid of death, Thorfinn Skull-Splitter?

Not death by the sword!

It means I shall drink in Valhalla

with the great warriors.

You don't believe in this Valhalla nonsense, do you?

- Go away. Right. Fine.

Just checking.

And you, Sven, aren't you afraid of crossing the Rainbow Bridge

- to Asgaard? - I will join my grandfather there.

He's not in Valhalla! He died of old age!

You liar!

Stop it! Stop it!

There's only one way to settle it.

- He must kill me! - Ya!

- There is another way. - Who gets killed?

- Nobody gets killed. - Oh, well...

It'll be dangerous. Maybe none of us will return.

Ah well, that's much more sensible than just Thorfinn getting killed.

Shall we all go and pack now?

What are you talking about, Erik?

What if we could find Bi-Frost the Rainbow Bridge?

- Find the Rainbow Bridge? - Find it... and cross it!

Look! You can't find somewhere that doesn't exist.

- Shut up! - Right.

Only the dead reach Asgaard, Erik.

What's the matter? Are you afraid to try?

Of course we're not afraid to try, but...

- But what? - But... what?

Nobody's ever crossed the Rainbow Bridge to Asgaard.

- We'd be the first! - You mean we'd be dead?

No! We'd be the first living men to set foot in the Halls of the Gods.

But how?

I don't know.

But I'm not afraid to try.

- Well, I'm not afraid of anything. - Neither am I.

Then you'll come?

Wish you were going too?

Don't. Too busy.

Ooh, that's a good one!

You could charge Halfdan fifteen for that one.

Yes, it is good. But I told him ten, Loki.

You could charge him what you like.

You just can't make enough swords and spears

and knives and daggers to satisfy the demand.

You could charge Halfdan twenty for that and he'd pay it.

Oh, I couldn't do that! The Blacksmith's Code says that...

Yes, yes... of course... the "Blacksmith's Code"...

If this is the Age of Ragnarok, Keitel Blacksmith, it is good to us.

Can't make enough swords! Can't make enough axe-heads!

But, Keitel,

if Erik ever finds the Horn Resounding...

if he ever crosses Bi-Frost, the Rainbow Bridge...

if he ever wakens the gods...

They chase Fenrir the Wolf from the sky...

The Age of Ragnarok ends and...

The bottom falls out of the sword business!

It's not just your livelihood at stake but your son's,

and - well - the livelihood of all blacksmiths.

- My brothers blacksmiths. - That's right.

- And the Blacksmith's code says that we must... - honor and protect all Blacksmith's.

Together we stand!

You just can't let Erik do that.

- Got both axes? - Yes, mother.

- And something to sharpen them with? - Yes, mum.

And don't forget: never let your enemy get behind you.

- No, mother. - And keep your sword greased.

Yes, mother.

- Goodbye, dad. - Don't forget to wash,

- you know... all over! - No, Dad.

And if you have to kill somebody, kill them! Don't stop to think about it.

I never do.

- It's a tradition. - I know, Dad. Yout told me...

I was a Berserk for King Harald Fairhair...

- You went berserk... - I went berserk

in every battle I ever fought for King Harald...