Vikings

Ubbe!

Come here. Modir!

Let's go find out what your brother Hvitserk is doing.

All right.

Ubbe, go find your brother.

He's here.

Hello, Hvitserk.

The ax is much better than the sword because...

How? And the range!

Hello, Floki.

Helga. Torstein.

Torstein, you're standing in the way of the fire.

As usual.

Hello, Priest.

Ooh!

Why do you still say such things?

So where is he? Where is our earl?

Behind you.

Hey, Ubbe!

Hello, Floki. Hey.

We've kind of missed you.

Well, I've been busy like a dwarf,

building your new boats, Ragnar Lothbrok,

even in the ice and the snow.

So busy,

yet he still has so much time to complain.

The boats are nearly finished.

I think we all want to know where we'll be raiding this summer.

Every year, all your people wonder

when you will order another raid west

and every year you disappoint them.

I've even heard some people say

that Earl Ragnar is becoming like Earl Haraldson.

Let me put their minds at ease.

You should.

Welcome, everyone.

As you all know, it has taken a long time

to prepare ourselves.

To build our ships,

and to replace the young men that we lost to the plague.

But now, now we are ready,

and this summer we shall finally go west again.

We will return to England,

for that land was so generous to us the last time.

But this time, we shall not go alone.

For King Horik and Jarl Borg have agreed to join us.

And perhaps we will not have to return so quickly,

but stay in their land for a while,

explore it, maybe even winter there.

Who knows?

But, I tell you, these are interesting times.

The world is changing and we must change with it.

We must act together,

for everyone's sake.

And now that I have put your minds to rest,

who is hungry?

Thank you.

I've never seen you before.

What is your name?

My name is Hild, my lord.

Where are you from?

Uppsala. Uppsala.

Thank you.

How hungry you are, husband.

What is wrong with that?

Nothing.

What were you talking about with her?

We were talking about movements in the shield-wall.

Girl, bring me some more food.

I have to eat for two.

Yes, my Lady.

How old are you?

I don't know.

Old enough, I'd say.

Be careful who you choose to be familiar with.

Yes, my Lady Aslaug.

My love.

Came to see if you were being well-served since I was not with you.

Well, as you can see, lam being very well-served.

Now, come. Sit. Join us.

I had hoped, my lord, that you might join me.

What is it?

What is what?

You...

You are acting very strangely.

You think it is strange for a pregnant woman

to want her husband to be supportive and kind?

No.

Then why do you think I'm acting strangely?

I don't know.

You don't know you're flirting with other women

and showing them you want to bed them?

I am not doing that.

You're saying such things

because of your condition.

My "condition"?

Tell your beautiful mother that I am not doing what she thinks.

Yes, you are.

Women know these things.

I know it especially, because I have certain gifts.

Gifts?

I see things others cannot.

You mean you are a volva?

Seeress?

I may be.

They say that volvas practice forbidden sexual rites.

Shall I stay awake?

The fact is, you want to sleep with that girl,

even though she is barely above a slave girl.

That is such an insult to me.

I do not want to sleep with that girl,

whatever her name is.

Good night, little one.

And now I'm going to sleep.

I won't let you sleep until I have told you this.

I will bear you another son.

If you like, you can feel him stirring in my belly.

But, because you treat me like an idiot, I make this prophecy.

My father killed the dragon Fafnir,

and our new son will be born with the image of the serpent in his eye.

This much I know.

Ancient one.

Old man!

Who...

Who is this stranger who forces me up

and unearths me to sorrows?

Ah.

It is you, Ragnar Lothbrok.

What do you want?

Are you not content?

Look at what you have. Is it not enough?

The gods have given me sons,

as they promised.

But I want to know what the future holds. What will become of them?

The sons of Ragnar Lothbrok will be spoken of

as long as men have tongues to speak.

They will enjoy that much fame?

One of them will marry the daughter of a king.

Another will discover and sail around the sea

that has no tides.

All this and more have I foreseen.

Then they will have more fame than I, their father?

What about Bjorn?

What about my son Bjorn?

What of him?

Is he alive?

It was of him I was speaking.

Will I ever see him again?

You ask too many questions.

I have said enough.

See for yourself. Not today.

You're a disgrace.

I have lost everything.

My sons, my husband, finally my daughter.

I am not going to lose you.

Yesterday your brother spoke of the summer's raid.

He's going west again, with King Horik.

You must ask him to take you with him.

Look at me.

You will look better if you have something to believe in.

I am giving you a choice, Rollo.

Go and speak with your brother, or...

Or take this blade,

push it into your ribs right now.

Stay in hell for all eternity.

One day, Hvitserk, you will ride a horse, just like this.

Ragnar.

You should all leave.

Come on, boys. Ubbe, go with your mother.

I said everyone.

I just thought... Everyone.

Well, are you going to take a seat?

So, where have you been for so long, brother?

Carrying around my heavy heart,

cursing the gods,

cursing myself,

and then drinking ale until I almost forgot everything.

So why are you here now?

I am your brother.

You chose to fight against me.

I remember when we were boys,

we often fought against each other.

Isn't that always the way with brothers?

They hate and love each other all the time.

You could have killed me,

like you killed One-Eye.

I could never have killed you.

Tell me, why should I ever trust you again?

Because I ask you to.

Shouldn't you be asking for forgiveness

after everything you have done?

I ask only for the opportunity to regain your respect,

to fight beside you again in battle.

I have nothing.

You have suffered.

But many people suffered more because of what you did.

Let me think on it.

Then I'll give you my decision.

You broke my heart.

Good!