Vikings

More, give me more Give me more

if I had a heart I could love you

if I had a voice I would sing

After the night When I wake up

I'll see What tomorrow brings

if I had a voice I would sing

Ha!

People of Kattegat,

I am Ivar, the Boneless.

I am the son of Ragnar Lothbrok.

All hail your new King.

Hit him more!

To Kattegat!

The greatest prize of all.

As long as Lagertha remains alive,

then I have not yet had my revenge.

We have gained the kingdom of Kattegat.

But I still have a hollow feeling inside.

Don't worry.

How long can she and the others escape us?

We have scouts everywhere.

And after all, where can they go?

Who will shelter them from us?

Well, it is true,

I also feel, uh... hollow inside.

I've gained the world, but...

I've lost everything.

I killed my own brother.

My wife is dead and my unborn child with her.

Harald, I wouldn't worry too much about that.

What do you mean?

Life... Life goes on.

Take a look around!

There are plenty of beautiful women here.

Warriors!

Warriors, it is time

for another toast to honor the Boneless,

the new King of Kattegat.

Skol!

To me.

Bring in the queen!

Bring in the queen!

Uh...

Hail the queen, hail the queen!

Our temple is burnt.

Eyvind's son, Bul, was slain.

And now Ketill's son, Thorgrim.

Clearly, we have fallen back into the old ways.

Perhaps, we have proven once and for all that we cannot change.

That we are what we are.

But we must stop this vicious cycle

of revenge and killing now.

Or else, our young and fragile community is sure to perish.

To regain the favor of the gods,

I'm willing to sacrifice my body and my blood.

But it is not my decision to make on my own.

You must all decide whether or not

you will accept my offer.

I won't accept Floki's sacrifice.

Floki is closer to the gods than any of us.

Why would they seek his punishment?

It doesn't make sense.

None of you can vote to sacrifice him.

Of course we must sacrifice Floki.

He lied to us!

He told us he had found the land of the gods.

If this is the land of the gods,

where have they gone?

Maybe they never wanted us here.

Maybe they are angry with Floki for bringing us here.

Does he know the will of the gods?

Does he think he is a god?

He is only a man.

And men make mistakes.

And it is a mistake for us to be here,

in this shit place.

It is a land of stone, sulfur and death.

I am sure the gods are watching us

and they are laughing.

Laughing at us.

Floki deserves to die,

for punishment for his lies,

for our self-respect.

Those who agree say, "Aye."

Aye!

Aye!

Aye!

Rollo, Duke of Normandy.

King Ivar.

King Harald.

Hvitserk.

Your Highness, Rollo.

Welcome back to Kattegat.

We would like to thank you for supporting our cause

and help us gain a famous victory over our enemies.

Kattegat is an important trading station.

I've every reason to desire to make an alliance with it.

And I was persuaded by Hvitserk

that you and King Harald together

would overcome the forces of Lagertha, Bjorn and Ubbe.

But may I ask, why are you here now in person?

Because I miss the old place.

Ah.

Perhaps, you have ambitions to rule the old place.

I rule over enough cities and lands

to satisfy the requirements of any man.

Why would I want the further burden of garrisoning Kattegat?

We obviously want to reward you for what you have done for us.

Don't worry, you will.

We will strike a trade deal

which will be extremely favorable to me.

You will also make an alliance for our mutual defense,

so that if I am attacked by anyone, you will send warriors

to support me.

Now, in the old days,

we had a tradition of hospitality here.

Even Ragnar fed and watered his guests, yes?

Those against.

It is equal.

Who hasn't voted?

It's me.

I don't want to vote.

Everyone must vote. It is the law.

You are my son.

You must vote with your family.

He should vote as he wants.

No, he shouldn't.

Family is everything.

You should know that.

All right, I'll vote.

I'm sorry, Floki.

But I have to refuse your offer

of sacrificing yourself for our greater good.

You are more important to us alive.

And Father,

my family now is Thorunn and our unborn child.

I confess,

when Hvitserk came to me and told me of your civil war,

I was jealous.

I cannot fight anymore.

I am not allowed to.

I'm far too important.

I remember once

hearing a story of a berserker

who, against the odds, went on to live

a long, angry and frustrated old age.

He told his servants to go and collect

all of his iron utensils, used pots and pans, his... his weapons

and carry them up to the top of a high cliff

and throw them off of it, so he could hear one last time

the noise of battle.

Ah, you would have loved it, Uncle.

The battles were fierce.

Great warriors were slain on both sides.

Odin must've been happy to take

so many back to sup with him in Valhalla.

But not you, brother? No, not me.

Ubbe spared my life.

Well, he is your brother, after all.

What is it I should know?

I killed Halfdan.

I killed my brother.

I tried to kill mine once.

So, Ubbe lives?

Yes.

And Bjorn?

Of course Bjorn Ironside lives.

I taught him to fight.

Who can kill him?

There's someone else Who's still alive.

The woman that haunts my days and nights.

The woman that I've sworn

upon my sacred ring to kill.

You mean Lagertha?

- Where is she? - We don't know.

All we know is that after the defeat,

Lagertha, Ubbe, Bjorn, Torvi left Kattegat in a hurry.

Disappeared.

We have scouts looking for them.

We will find them before too long.

I wish you luck.

Why don't we go to Hedeby?

Do we still have people there?

They won't be for long when Ivar discovers our plans.

How long before his scouts find us?

A few weeks maybe, if we're lucky.

I refuse to accept that this is the end of my story.

To be captured,

humiliated and killed by Ivar. No.

I am worth more than that.

We don't have an army capable of challenging him.

There must be something we can do, somewhere we can go.

Where?

Where, Ubbe? What can we do, where can we go?

Ivar will surely chase us to the ends of the Earth.

We could go to England.

Hmm. Where they will kill us.

Possibly, not necessarily.

I will intercede on your behalf with King Aethelwulf.

He will almost certainly welcome you.