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Sleeping knights. Easy prey!
There are just three coaches. There's certainly nothing to take. - Wickie!
Are you scared again? - Me? Of course not.
Great. Then show us what you have learned about robbery and plundering. - All on my own?
Wickie, this is your chance to prove that you're a real viking!
Where is the greatest treasure? - Behind the biggest lock.
And what do you do if they discover you? - I fight like a real Viking.
Right. Good luck. And rich booty.
Well, I wouldn't do it. - Shall I go instead, boss?
Go! Sneak up! As we have practiced it!
Where does the little girl come from?
What girl? - Well, you! I'm not a girl! I'm Wickie.
And what are you doing here? - Robbing us? You're stupid.
As if she would admit it. Children always lie. Especially girls. - I'm not a girl!
Shut up! - I want to offer you a deal.
Oh! The little girl wants to negotiate!
I need 15 barrels of mead, 3 chests of gold, 4 furs for mother
and a buffalo.
And what do we get? Your helmet? - Hey, give me back my helmet!
Or else? - We will kick your ass.
Yummy, salami!
Wickie, how often do I have to tell you? A Viking does not negotiate,
he acts!
Oh! Everything is gone. Someone beat us to it. - And he left his hallmark again.
The terrible Sven.
Help!
Are you cold? - Greenland cold. Are you on vacation?
We stolen. We slaves. - Slaves?
You also now. Luck bad.
Hey!
Hey. Psst!
Would you be so kind to let us out? - It depends. I am looking for something.
Something very valuable. - The terrible Sven took everything.
Maybe he missed something. - Well, there's nothing left here.
Well, do you have some gold? - No. Unfortunately not.
No? That's a shame.
Then good-bye.
Help!
Wickie! Stay here and fight like a Viking!
Brrr! Brrr!
We have to come to a stop somehow. - Stop! Stop!
Crap!
Yes! I've got it!
Yes!
Coach boom! Everyone ouch!
Hold tight!
Wickie!
Wickie? - Go!
Run away! Otherwise, you will immediately be captured again!
Yogi. Yogi thank you!
Always the same! - Go! Quick! Run in forest!
What are we supposed to do with the boy?
Yogi! You forgot something! - Wickie!
You can't always run away, when things get tough! - Yes, but I...
Don't "but" me! One day you'll be chief!
Therefore you have to be brave and strong! You are responsible for your men!
You cannot simply abandon them! Wickie ...
Oh, I'm delighted!
Wickie!
Mom!
Woman! - So, what did you capture?
Did you get the furs, so we don't have to be so cold any longer? Halvar?
And enough to eat? For the winter?
The terrible Sven always beat us to it, - Nonsense! We made rich booty,
right, men? - I stole a carpet!
Are we supposed to cook the carpet? - Buffaloes were out, unfortunately.
Wimps.
A ghost barrel!
What are you doing here?
Get her! - Hey, you, could you please stop!
This is not my book. - Out of my way.
Oops! - Leave her alone!
I'll help you.
Who are you?
Our new slave! - A girl kicked Wickie's ass!
That can't be true! - Girls are simply stronger,
Don't worry. You may not be the strongest,
but you're the smartest of them all. - I wish it was vice versa.
Look, you even captured something.
Looks like a diary.
Logbook of Erik the Red.
The treasure of the gods.
Only those are worthy of the treasure who bring together what belongs together.
What's that supposed to mean? - Well, what belongs together,
should be together. - Hm.
How beautiful: A palace of ice! And an ax?
Geez, every time it's getting romantic, he runs away!
Ridiculous. What kind of chief digs over his own garden?
The one who has to plant beet because he captured no food!
Why don't you capture something, if it's so easy? - Because you refuse
to do the chores! - Father!
Not now. - But it's about your amulet!
This amulet is the most precious thing
we have. Right after your mother. - Can I have it for a second?
No. Only the bravest may wear it. First, your great-grandfather,
your grandfather, and now me. - Show-off. But if it's true!
Yes! It fits! - What?
Was great-grandfather in Greenland once? - Yes, he served under Erik the Red.
The treasure of the gods is in the palace of the eternal ice! And we can get it!
That is the key! All our problems would be solved.
No more plundering and looting.
Men and women of Flake!
The last raid didn't completely live up to expectations.
I have found out
where's the treasure of the gods. - Yes!
Tomorrow, men and women, we will set sail
to get the treasure. And this time no one will be there before us!
No pirates! No Vikings! And certainly not ...
fucking Sven! - Yes!
Cheers, men.
Father!
Father?
Father!
Dad?
Father! - Halvar!
Halvar! Halvar!
I don't remember anything. And you? - My head is totally empty.
The terrible Sven! The terrible Sven kidnapped father!
Why did he steal Halvar of all people? - Because your woman was too heavy.
All locks are broken! He must have been looking for something! - My harp!
You have to rescue Halvar! - That's for the chief to decide.
And as Halvar is no longer here, we need a new one!
Vote for me, I'll get rid of taxes! - Vote for me, I'll get rid Snorre!
But what about dad?
May I have your attention please! Silence!
Shut the fuck up!
Following the rules of our fathers and forefathers, the deputy chief
will be our new chief until Halvar is back.
Thus, the new chief of the Vikings of Flake is ...
Wickie. - Him?
I need to see an ear specialist. I just heard him say "Wickie".
The dwarf? He doesn't even know, which orders he is supposed to give. - I do!
To rescue father! - From Sven's castle?
We don't even know where it is! - It's at the Cape of Fear,
where it is always dark and cold. At the end of the world, behind the village,
where the sun sinks into the sea. Where no cabbage grows and no fruit prospers.
Nothing and no one will ever make me listen to his orders.
If you disobey him, I'll kick your ass. - Of course, I'll listen to the boy's orders, sweetie!
Here is some warm underwear. - Thank you, mom.
Here is your cuddly doll. - Mom.
And here is your father's bearing plate.
Tell him if he doesn't come back to dig the garden, I'll withhold love from him?
What does that mean? - It happens to all men who disobey.
And take our slave with you. Perhaps you can trade her for something to eat.
Wickie, wait! Wickie!
Here, for you! - A sugar beet.
I know that you love sweets. - Thank you, Ylvi.
Go kick his ass!
We can go. - Yes ...
Then ... hoist the sails, men!
Already? - Do what the captain says.
Wrong, totally wrong! - Come on, let me try!
Wind in the sails! - Something is different this time.
Wickie! - Oh, crap, forgot it. Cast off!
Rope 1 unhooked!
Rope 3 and 4 unhooked! - Rope 2 is not yet unhooked!
Ulme, come on!
Oh! - Ulme destroyed the dock!
Rope 2 is still not unhooked! - Stop! Attention!
Oops. Sorry!
Rope 2 is unhooked. - Great, thank you!
Full speed ahead!
What a captain!
Where the sun sinks into the sea. Well ...
A little more toward port, I think.
This is starboard, you idiot. - But you've been steering, you moron!
You're so mean! Always on my nose.
Snuggle up. - Shut up!
Don't you dare!
There's the book. - Hm?
Are you scared that I'll take it and swim away, or what?
Runes. - Yes, seems to be something like a dictionary.
Or a conundrum. - I like the guy with the hammer.
It's Thor, the god of thunder.
His hammer is the most powerful weapon of the gods. - I'd use it,
instead of reading about it. - It is just a legend,
that Thor hid the hammer in the world of human beings. - I don't believe it.
Whatever you say.
Sleep well!
If you will finally be quiet, there might be a chance. - Are you actually nice sometimes?
No.
Now shut up or you'll get to know my fists.
But I know them already, Tjure.
Can't you go on moaning over there? - You are so mean!
I have a terrible toothache and all you can think of is yourself.
Ouch!
Silence! I am a poet and have a sensitive soul!
And I am a Snorre and have a sensitive tooth! Ouch!
Silence! - Ouch! Ouch! - Silence! Silence!
Ouch! Ouch! - Silence! Silence!
That's enough!
It's his own fault. - I need my seven hours of sleep!
There are probably sharks here. And my helmet pinches.
What if I need the toilet? Oh dear! - Silence!
Wickie! You got to see this.
Oh dear. We have to veer off.
Caution, the waves are breaking over there! There is a reef!
Are you on a ship for the first time? - Hold it! Either we sail into the storm
and capsize, or we veer off and smash against the reef, right? - What now?
We ... We take a vote! - Take a vote?
You have to decide. You're the captain! - But we are a team!
The more opinions, the greater the chance that we are doing the right thing. - Opinion?
I have no opinion. Do you have any? - I have to ask my wife first.
No one has ever asked for my opinion! - Who will be to blame
if the decision is wrong? - That's what we have a chief for.
Faxe, pull the barrel with Snorre out of the water! - What? - Pull out the barrel!
All right!
Hold tight, we stay on course!
What are you doing? - Wickie told me to pull up a barrel.
And I decided to pull up a barrel of supplies.
We have to strike the sail. - The rope is torn! Gorm has to strike it from up there.
Gorm! - Huh?
Oh, crap! - What did you say?
Someone needs to go up to strike the sail! - Oh! My belly! My back!
I'll do it! Do you want to wait until the mast bends down to us?
I can't find my harp! - What are you doing?
I'm going to save your Viking ass!
Are you crazy?
Stop it! Do you want us all to die?
The sail would have pushed us into the waves!
The little girl has saved us!
Well, great, nothing can go wrong then.
I think I have to throw up.
Snorre. - What do we do now?
It's for you to decide, Wickie.
Well, take to the oars, men!
That was our toilet bucket. - It will flow with the current, directly to Snorre.
You want to save him instead of your father? - I am responsible for my men.
My father has probably already freed himself anyway.
We had better cut his throat instead of that chain now. - Hands off!
This is my amulet! - This is my amulet.
This is my amulet. - Wrong!
This is my amulet.
Of course, masterful master of of the master class of most master classes.
Well, I meant of all master classes. - I'm not here
to listen to your silly blabber! - Of course not. But, to ..
I've got it!
I've got it! I ...
The treasure of the gods.
And I'll take it away from you, as always!
Boo!
Water. - Thirst.
Are we there yet? - I need the toilet.
Do you know what I like about rowing? It's great to clear your head.
I'm delighted! Our sail!
Well, what is left of the sail.
There, footprints!
Snorre must have vanished into thin air here.
Let's hide!
They're just women! - They look different than those at home.
That's true, they are pretty! - They are Valkyries. Don't worry,
I know their peace dance.
Boom shaka laka! Boom shaka laka! Boom shaka laka!
Peace?
Great peace dance, Urobe. - At least we found Snorre.
Yeah, and I say thanks for the rescue!
I shouldn't have eaten anything yesterday after 8 o'clock. - Help!
You have to save us, not vice versa! - I offer you a deal.
Here we go again. - There is nothing you can give us!
We can! Love!
Down with the patriarchal aggressors! - What?
No one has ever called me like this before.
They must have made really bad experiences. - You can have my harp!
Yes! Please, take his harp! - Stop!
I have one last question.
How come you're so...
We work out a lot and don't eat meat.
Stop! Wait! We know where to find the treasure of the gods!
Not bad, captain Wickie. - And we can get it for you!
What do you know about the treasure? - It's in the palace of the eternal ice.
You need an amulet. Do you have it?
The terrible Sven has it!
Sven?
May Odin help us.
The treasure is incredibly powerful! - Do you think our ship is big enough?
It must never leave the palace! Got it? - Follow the Milky Way to get to Sven's castle
till you come to the three-eyed skull. Then go on towards the northern lights.
If the terrible Sven gets the treasure, we are all doomed.
You must stop him! - Unfortunately we were flashed.
We won't be very fast with that sail. You don't happen to have some cloth for patching it?
I'm delighted. - Hm?
Work out a lot and don't eat meat. My wife should try this.
Urobe, I need some yarn. The tooth must go!
All attached.
Where did I put it?
Wickie. - No, no.
Maybe over there.
There it is.
Don't worry, it will only be a little twitch.
3, 2, 1. Fire!
Uh!
It's still there.
Now it will work.
Ready? - Yes.
It's out! It's out! Thank you, Wickie!
There, the three-eyed skull!
And there the northern lights! - New course: 30° to starboard
Towards the Cape of Fear. - And towards father.
Too bad he can't see me now, maybe he would be proud of me for once.
I bet your father is proud of you very often, right? - Why should he be?
Because you made me your slave? - Because you're so brave. And strong.
You climbed the mast during the storm. I wouldn't have done that.
And you weren't even scared. - My fear that we would sink was greater,
that's why I went up. Anyone can be brave, if it's really important.
My father isn't proud of me. He always says, I shouldn't act like a girl all the time.
That's what my dad tells me as well. - With you as a son, I can understand that.
Hey, you're actually able to smile.
Smiling is effeminate. - Does your father say that?
I think that people should not always listen to what others say.
You have to do what you consider to be the right thing.
Land ahoy!
Odin's canyon.
It has attracted hundreds of sailors,
but none of them has ever returned!
The rocks are sharp as swords. They slash everything
that gets too close.
Cold?
Scared.
The castle of the terrible Sven.
We'll never get in there. - Urobe can try his peace dance again.
Jugglers! - That wouldn't be a job for me,
roaming from castle to castle always being funny.
I've got it! I know how we get in.
I'm finally starting to think that you might be a real Viking.
Even if you don't look like one.
The jugglers are here!
That was easy now. - Please go to the courtyard on the left.
Probably we'll get something to eat here. I'm all slimmed down.
You can't eat anything before our performance. - We won't perform.
We have to rescue father!
Take your bells out of my face!
Shit! - Do you think anyone heard that?
Let's roll!
The terrible Sven will be terribly happy.
Go! Faster!
We are having visitors!
The jugglers are here!
He didn't recognize us.
Stop staring. Start your performance.
Start playing, bandmaster!
Like a ... - Now he'll recognize us.
Like a flower at the beginning of winter,
and like a fire in an icy wind.
Like a puppet, no one loves anymore,
this is how i feel on some days.
Are you fucking kidding me?
I wanted dancers, you ... - Right, and they will dance!
Directly in front of the executioner. - Go on!
Now he's losing it! - ... and listen to the screams of the birds in the wind.
I'm singing because I'm afraid of the dark and hope that nothing's going to happen.
A little bit of peace, a little bit of sun
on this earth, we all live on.
A little bit of peace, a little bit of happiness,
A little bit of warmth, is what I'm wishing for.
A little bit of peace, a little bit of dreaming
and that the people don't cry so often.
A little bit of peace, a little bit of love,
that I'll never lose hope.
Sing with me a little song,
so that the world lives in peace.
Bravo! Bravo!
Thank you! Thank you! - Bravo!
A little bit of peace... Thank you.
Stop!
Your remuneration!
Thank you.
I found the dungeon!
There, behind the door. - Speed: 9 knots.
Huh? - 9 knots, you numb nut! How much?
Two guards. - Women with spears?
Then we can do it. - But we do it my way.
I offer you a deal. - What? A deal?
Let's play! - We'll be glad to...
Give us the key or else he sings! - What? - He sings!
We are against violence, men! - Really? Yes.
What do you want in exchange for father? - Huh?
What father? - Halvar of Flake! Your prisoner!
We're not allowed to let him go. - The deal has failed.
Father!
Wickie!
Chief?
Men!
Um...
Maybe we should get going... - I just wanted to say the same thing.
It's great that you took along Wickie. This way he can at least learn something.
What happened to you?
And how's mother? - She's really worried about you.
Very good. Then she maybe won't complain so much when we get home.
Oops. The door has closed. - Open the door!
The terrible Sven can be here any minute! - Hello, Svenja.
Hi, Dad.
Dad?
The terrible Sven is your father?
It was you who drugged us during the celebration.
You put something in our drinks! - Yes.
But why did you stay with us? You had the amulet.
The amulet is not enough, you also need this.
You mean little toad!
I'm proud of you. You're as cunning as your father!
Stop grinning like an idiot!
This time no one will set you free.
Tomorrow we'll get the treasure!
And afterwards we will destroy your miserable village.
How could you fall for a woman? Wickie!
Well, we are all married. - I'm not
Lucky you.
Because of you we are all in here now. It's your fault if Sven attacks the village!
Hávar! - But it's the truth!
There's a window up there. - Too high. - We can give someone a leg up.
Maybe it'll work. - It's me who decides what we do!
Men! Give someone a leg up. Maybe it'll work.
I can't reach the window. We need one more person! - Wickie, you have to climb up!
For the boy that's probably too...
high anyway.
Grab the rope, I'll pull you up! - Okay! Ready.
No, let's start with Snorre.
The little boy will never make it. - Look, a beet.
Come to me. Yes, very well. Yes, come to the beet.
Yes.
Good! Go on! Come to me!
Even further! - Eh? A little bit further.
Forwards! Not backwards!
Not backwards! Stop! Stay where you are!
No!
The situation has not improved. - There's nothing more here to pull you up.
Wickie. Try to get to Flake
and tell your mother ... - No! I'll get the key!
What have you done with my boy?
Capitulate! I am the terrible Sven!
You're all right, Dad? - Don't jump around here!
Prepare the ships!
Down with the patriarchal aggregators! - Huh?
Sorry.
Dad! - Wickie!
Where is my amulet?
Who came out of my room?
Stupid animal! I want to know who!
Who?
The cruelest pirate of the seas, who doesn't know the word "mercy".
You, the all-merciful, mercy-giving donor of highest mercy.
Besides me, you idiot!
Oh, the juggler, the boy from yesterday evening. Something was strange about him.
Vikings! - Yes. He was dressed as a Viking.
Would you believe that?
Brainless vermin! Let's go! To the dungeon everyone!
Follow me, men! - But that's the wrong direction!
Baloney! I am the chief!
We're trapped! - Once again.
Men of Flake! Unfortunately we are doomed.
I've got it! I know how we get out!
Where are the scoundrels, huh? - They... they can't be far.
I ...
I can feel it. They are very close.
Almost right next to us.
Within easy reach. Close enough to grab them.
Don't talk rubbish! Get them! - Good idea.
Don't just stand around. Get them!
Huh?
Ha!
Retreat, men!
Everyone to the ship immediately!
Wait!
I can't see anything! I can't...
I'm stuck!
Oh great.
Hoist the sail!
We're doomed. They are going to catch us. There's no way out!
There is one. Take to the oars, men!
Into Odin's canyon? - The boy has lost his mind.
Sven is bigger and faster, but we are small and agile. There, we'll leave him behind.
I just had exactly the same idea! Take to the oars, men!
Not even Erik the Red dared to do that. - Otherwise he would have been Erik the Dead.
Are they crazy? - It must have been Wickie's idea.
Follow them, men! I want back my amulet!
Hoist the sail!
Sail is up!
Caution! Dreadful rocks to starboard!
No, port! Everywhere!
Take in the oars!
Row faster, men!
Prepare to board their ship!
Yes. Just wanted to make sure the harp was safe.
Yummy!
May I?
Didn't work!
You barbarian!
Halvar!
Wickie! - Give me the book! - I'm sorry, I can't do that.
I don't want to hurt you. - Then why do you always do it?
Because we are enemies. - And I thought we were friends.
Are you crazy?
Father!
Dad is back and he brought something for you!
Greenland is to the left!
And Valhalla is to the right!
Farewell, Vikings of Flake!
Waterfall!
Very good, men. We are on course!
Men!
Men, back to your positions!
This is a great shortcut, men.
We will be at the palace of the eternal ice hours before Sven.
Scared?
Cold.
When I said that it was your fault that we're here now...
Yes?
That's not true. It's my fault.
I shouldn't have let them capture me. I'm not a good chief.
Of course, you are.
You are the bravest. And the strongest.
I'd love to be as strong as you. - I'd love to be as smart as you.
Then I would have a brilliant idea now.
You have as many ideas as I do.
Only usually a little later than me. - Wickie, this...
Sometimes I think I would have no ideas at all without you.
And all this new-fashioned stuff like negotiating, I just don't get it.
You just have to try it! - No. Sometimes I just think
that I'm too... too...
I'm too ... Well, you know. - Nonsense!
From whom do you think I got my cleverness?
That's right!
Not from your mother, that's for sure.
Yes! Well, what's your plan?
Plan? - Your idea, so that we don't freeze to death, huh?
Again!
I'm sorry. - Yes.
It's all right, Wickie. It's all right.
Ha! Capitulate! I'm Halvar of Flake!
Crap! I'm frozen!
Yogi! - Wickie!
Wickie, come here at once.
Here, I think this is yours. - You need it. Protect treasure of the gods.
Stopping evil men! We don't go. Forbidden for us is the palace of the gods.
Luck good, Wickie. - We will make sure
that Sven doesn't get the treasure.
They opened the palace with the amulet.
Boss, this is a dead end. - Do you see my treasure anywhere?
No. Unless it is invisible. - Don't talk shit!
Maybe you have to step on the plates. - Volunteers step forward!
Next!
Alarm! - Shut up!
Drop it! Or else you'll have no chief any more.
Why, we still have Wickie! - Snorre!
Just kidding.
After you!
Under one of these plates must be the treasure.
They are connected to the icicles.
It should be possible to walk in between.
But where?
Only those are worthy of the treasure who bring together what belongs together.
What belongs together?
Thunder.
Lightning.
And...
Thor.
I think I've got it!
Thunder.
Lightning belongs to thunder.
And the god of thunder is Thor.
These three belong together.
Watch out, Wickie! - You don't have to do this, boy!
Do you think I always run away, when things get tough!
Get the treasure, Wickie! - Get him, Svenja!
Thor's hammer.
The most powerful weapon in the world.
We must destroy it! - No!
Svenja, watch out!
Oh, crap! Don't move!
You could even use the hammer to destroy ships!
Or strike them with lightning! - The Valkyries said,
that no one is supposed to get the hammer! - Better my father gets it than yours!
Your father just wants it to do evil things!
And your father just wants it to brag about it at home!
Great. If you want to kill me, keep it up.
Well, then go get it. At least your father will finally be proud of you! - Keep still now
and be quiet! - Is that one of your... - Silence!
Hold tight to that column!
I'm sliding down! Make yourself heavier. - Make yourself lighter!
Throw away your sword! - A pirate does never part with his sword!
You are not a pirate! - Don't say that again!
Okay, you're a pirate, But I can't hold you any longer!
The sword is from my dad. - Svenja throw it away!
Thank you.
Well done, Sven. Now the hammer is gone. - What a bummer.
No. It was only a projection. Look, there's the real hammer!
Halvar of Flake, soon you'll be Halvar of nowhere!
Flake will be wiped out by lightning! Or maybe you first?
Let's see. Eeny, meeny... You!
Father!
Fucking weather here! I'm already starting to get pale.
How about a little sun?
I am as powerful as a god!
Sven, you idiot, you'll make everything melt here! - Shut up!
Dad!
Take the hammer! And then mop the two up!
Make your dad proud.
Go on! Grill them crispy!
No!
Why did you do that, you stupid cow? - Because it's the treasure of the gods
and not mankind's! And because I'll do what I want to do from now on.
I offer you a deal! - What bullshit is that?
Very good, father. - We pull you up and we will be the only ones
to raid the castles in southern England. - Svenja gets a new sword
and we get your cargo. - We have don't have any cargo on board!
Then...
Then we will negotiate something else! - Fuck you!
Okay.
Dad! - All right!
Only for once.
Get out! Get out!
Get out, Svenja!
Come on, dad! - Not without my amulet!
Well, that was just in time.
Goods on board loaded: 15 barrels of mead, 3 crates of gold. - And the buffalo?
On the lower deck. - How much is it?
As agreed upon: 13 slaves. - I see. Here you go.
And don't stand around and cry, you loser, Pokka!
This be 14 slaves. - The fat bawler is a present.
Halvar, you scoundrel! I'm not yet done with you!
He who laughs last laughs best.
Here, your book.
Happy Yogi is you found. Wickie heart strong. Do beat right.
Thank you Yogi. - Nice folks, these Eskimos.
But it's too cold here.
You could come with us as our slave.
I'll stay with my father. - Yes, he would probably be lost without you.
As much as yours would be without you.
You are not as terrible as your father expects you to be.
And you're braver than everyone thinks, Wickie of Flake.
We will meet again. - When we raid your village, if not earlier.
I'm looking forward to it.
Me as well.
We have to go!
Wickie!
Son, you have proven to be a real Viking.
And I think this here will fit you quite well... one day.
Wickie! Take the rudder.