Vikings

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Igor, I love you like a son.

If we don't kill him, you will never be free.

No!

If anyone steps foot on my land, they will die!

Come! Ubbe! Away!

Come back!

Get on the boat! Move!

I go now to join Bjorn in Valhalla.

Gunnhild!

Let her be.

We have no idea where we are.

And we have no food.

The truth is that we are probably going to die!

So, are you coming with me?

Where to?

We don't know what happened there since Bjorn died.

Then we'll find out.

Ivar!

I love you.

You've changed.

A ship in the harbor!

Janus!

Hurry! To the water!

Here!

It's one ship!

What is it?

Uh, it's a Rus ship.

There's only a single ship.

Then escort it into the harbor.

So, we're home.

What are you thinking about, huh?

That this might be a mistake, after all.

Scum! Liar!

You're a fool and a false god!

You're a traitor and a coward!

Spineless!

Scum!

Traitor!

Go back, you swine!

You pigs!

Liar!

Follow me.

I'll take you to King Harald.

King Harald?

All hail to you,

King Harald Finehair.

All hail.

My wife, Queen Ingrid.

Queen Ingrid.

I hope that you will give safe passage

to the Rus sailors that brought us here.

Of course.

We didn't expect to find you here enthroned, King Harald.

And, for my part,

I never thought

that my first visitors would be you two.

The gods work in mysterious ways.

They do, indeed,

Ivar, the Boneless.

What brought you back?

This is our home.

You were fighting with the Rus.

To reclaim our home.

From your own brother.

Brothers fall out.

They may even end up fighting on different sides.

You know that too well,

King Harald.

Many of the townsfolk hate you.

As long as you remain here, you will be in danger.

We are the legitimate sons of Ragnar Lothbrok.

You can't tell me that the people of Kattegat

don't still revere and worship our father.

And if they're willing to accept you as their king,

surely they'll be willing to accept us as your supporters.

If you truly are my supporters.

Your arrival may strengthen my position here.

Make it more legitimate, as you say.

I think we should have a feast

to celebrate this new

and unexpected accord.

The sons of Ragnar have returned home

to support the new regime.

All is well with the world.

Wouldn't you agree?

What are you doing?

It's not for me, it's for my wife.

She's sick. She needs some water.

I'm sorry.

We have to share the water equally.

We couldn't make exceptions.

What if she dies?

I'm sorry.

There's no other way.

There's no shame to come back here.

Tonight...

we have much to celebrate.

Two of Ragnar's sons have returned home.

They were free men, they could have chosen

to go anywhere in our world

where their fame would have guaranteed them

a warm welcome.

Instead,

they returned to Kattegat,

to their beginnings.

I can see that

many of you are not in favor of their return.

You have bitter memories.

You feel betrayed.

But let me remind you,

that the gods always forgive each other.

Well, not always. They couldn't forgive

Loki's murder of Balder, Odin's son.

But the exception proves the rule!

For the most parts,

gods, being human, understands human nature.

They understand jealousy.

They understand ambition.

They understand how people who love each other

can end up challenging

and sometimes murdering those they love!

I did it myself.

I killed my own brother!

And I regret it every day!

Every day.

Ivar regrets

the way he ruled here.

He was young.

The responsibility was too great

and he forgot the lessons of his father.

And his brother, Hvitserk...

He never meant to kill Lagertha.

How could he ever mean to kill such a goddess!

They have both confessed their sorrows

and their mistakes.

And they have come here

to be judged by their own people.

They are who they are,

but they are also sons of Ragnar.

And we should be overjoyed

that they have decided to come here

and share their future with us.

So, tell us, Ivar,

is it true you're a god like you told us?

You did well.

Well, thank you.

I tried to speak the truth.

No one's really interested in the truth.

On the contrary.

No. Hvitserk is right.

This has nothing to do with the truth.

You're all used to having power and influence,

but there can only be one king here.

And in times of peace,

and if the Rus do not intend to attack us again,

what will you all do?

You are men who are easily bored.

Who crave excitements and challenges.

What is left for you to do

except to fall out and quarrel?

A good night?

A great night.

- Hail Ivar! - Yes!

Hail Ivar!

- Hail Hvitserk! - Hail Hvitserk!

- Hail Ragnar! - Hail Ragnar!

Hail Ragnar!

What is it now, huh?

I don't know.

I don't know what to do.

What do you mean?

I don't think my destiny, or yours,

lies here.

But then, on the other hand,

I have no idea where I'm supposed to go.

It feels

as if I'm in an open boat.

Lost at sea,

with no land in sight.

No purpose,

no meaning to my voyage.

Don't you ever feel the same?

I've been lost for so long.

I wouldn't recognize the alternative.

Tell me, Othere,

what are your earliest memories?

I don't remember anything about my early life.

That's impossible.

Very well, then.

I hated everything about my childhood.

I could not wait to grow up.

To be older.

To choose who I wanted to be.

But you were Viking.

That's what you told us.

I told you so that you would be happy.

You could know me. Place me.

I don't need to be comforted.

Are you sure?