Come on. I'm freezing out here.
Ragnarok
How long do we have to wait here?
We ain't getting shit out here.
The prince got scared.
So we were right about Wessex.
I'm sure about it.
We sure got the short end of the stick—
Take that!
There's another one!
Get away! Scatter!
Hey!
Why don't you fight back, huh?!
You'll never go to Valhalla at this rate!
You just gonna stand there or what?!
You're nothin' but a bunch of scarecrows!
That gigantic son of a bitch!
He's so full of himself!
You lily livers need to grow a pair!
Lord Ragnar!
We cannot allow him to disgrace us warriors with such insults!
Let's attack!
We're ready to fight!
We have four thousand men. I'm sure we can beat Thorkell!
Not yet. This is Thorkell we're talking about.
We can't afford to be careless.
His Majesty put us in charge of the siege.
This is our chance to distinguish ourselves as warriors!
No.
When the time comes, His Highness shall give the order.
Now is the time to wait.
Lord Ragnar!
And then the Lord was told,
"Put your sword back in its place,
for all who draw the sword will die by the sword."
Friar. Excuse me.
Can you leave us alone for a moment?
Orders? Who cares?!
The prince is a coward!
Like hell I'd be a sitting duck!
Yeah! Let's do it!
Yeah! That's right!
Worry not.
When the winter comes, we will receive orders to withdraw.
We'll just have to endure until then.
Come on! You're kidding me!
God, please protect His Highness.
Damn it!
What's wrong with you guys? What a bunch of saps.
You're hard at work too.
Are they being mean again?
Shut up, Asgeir.
We can't have a battle if they don't attack!
Don't be so loud.
I bet they're just being more careful.
They're under the command of the Prince of Denmark.
What?
What? Is the prince here?
Huh? I thought I already told you.
The second prince, His Highness Prince Canute.
In order to survive, it's sink or swim
They've always said it's a dog eat dog world
What went wrong?
Survival of the fittest, the strong eat the weak
If it's the world that our wisdom will lead
Well tell me what went wrong
What went wrong?
I've paid my dues, I've sold my soul
So tell me what is left for me
When I've given up everything
So, what was I envisioning?
No matter how picturesque it was,
I never felt anything
You see, even if I reassessed my outlook
I was only longing for that scenery
I'm probably emotionless
I wonder what was I envisioning?
But no matter how picturesque it was,
I never felt anything
You see, even if I reassessed my outlook
I was only longing for that scenery
I'm probably emotionless
Is this world so far torn from the truth?
To maintain a balance between good and evil
Is it just kill or be killed?
Is the world so simplistic?
Could someone please try and fucking tell me?
My mother is here.
And my sister too.
Ari and the boys are slacking off on shepherding duty again.
You'd think they would learn after the last time they lost a sheep.
Oh, yeah! It's dinner time.
I have to call Father!
Father!
We're having meat tonight.
We're celebrating Yule.
Oh, really? It's already the winter solstice?
It's still so warm that I had forgotten.
This is a good place to live.
There's enough grass for the animals.
Moving here was the right choice.
Ylva says it's a pain because we can't get any slaves here.
But we've never had slaves before.
That sounds just like her!
I like it here.
And mother's been feeling much better since we came here.
Thorfinn.
What?
You're my son.
You have to protect your mother and your sister.
Understand?
Yep!
They're both waiting for you to come home.
It's a wonderful thing to have someone waiting for you.
Do you understand?
Yes...
What I mean is... give up on this revenge nonsense.
Do you really think it would make me happy?
The village!
Father, what do we do?!
We're under attack!
Mother! Ylva!
Father!
That wasn't home...
It was warm...
Full of rippling plains as far as the eye could see...
NOVEMBER 1013 - OUTSKIRTS OF BATH
Sometimes I just don't understand the boss.
It'll be winter soon.
The main force is long gone—north to the Danelaw.
We're the only ones still scratchin' our arses here in this dump.
Maybe he wants to squeeze as much money outta this joint as he can before we leave.
Then why ain't we plunderin' a bigger town?
Isn't Bristol just down the river?
Don't be a fool.
We've barely a hundred men.
A fool, you say?
Did I hear you call me a fool just now?
Oh, did you hear that?
I guess even fools have their own pair of ears.
What did you say?!
Got a problem?
Huh? I'll beat the living daylight outta you!
We'll round out the season with two or three more villages and then call it quits.
There's always next year.
Think there'll be a next year?
What?
We've been bleeding England dry for a decade now.
This year was the fiercest yet.
And now they say the English king's abandoned the throne and escaped overseas.
If that's true, Denmark's won.
The war'll be over.
You sure you're not being a bit hasty?
Thorkell's still stockaded in London.
You saw how strong he is, right?
Thorkell, huh?
Sure, he's strong.
But he's Nordic, one of us.
Once the English are on their last legs, he'll ditch them in a heartbeat.
Kill him, Tore!
Get 'im!
Again?
Atta boy!
Take that!
Stop that there.
What's the story behind this?
Ake called Tore a fool.
Tore took offense,
but Ake didn't apologize and instead insulted him further.
What'd he say?
"Cow thief."
Oh boy.
No walking back that one.
No point stopping them.
If one of them dies, just make sure to report it to Askeladd.
What a pain.
It's a fertile land.
Like the one I saw in my dream.
Not at all like Iceland.
The snow's probably piling up there about now.
You're up early, Thorfinn.
It's not even sunrise yet.
Too noisy down there to sleep?
Well, forgive them, boy.
All this marching around has them on edge.
Sometimes you've got to let them blow off a little steam.
Don't talk to me like we're close!
I think you people have been getting the wrong idea lately.
I'm not one of you.
You think you're the clever manipulator, tricking me into doing your work.
Keep thinking that.
The day is coming when I'll silt your throat.
Scary.
The little dumpling's old enough to give me the stink eye.
You're young. Time's on your side.
You'll grow up, and I'll grow old.
Someday, you'll likely beat me.
But that's life.
Even the strongest man will die.
Look around you, Thorfinn.
These stones were not carved by the Saxons who live here in England now.
They were carved by the people who came before them.
They were a mighty folk.
But the Saxons wiped them out five centuries ago.
They were the Romans.
And this was known as "Britannia."
They had an advanced civilization.
Much more advanced than any today.
Quit beating around the bush.
What's your point?
What an impatient lad.
You should listen to your elders.
Look, my point is
that the world of man is slowly, but surely, growing old.
The Saxons wiped out the Romans,
and we're here to put an end to the Saxons.
The glory of the Roman Empire is a relic of the distant past.
Anyway, if you believe what the Christians say,
the Final Judgment is coming in just twenty years.
When that day comes, God will kill all the humans,
and the world we know will cease to be.
Ragnarok...
Look, Thorfinn.
Isn't it absurd?
The sun rises on the twilight of man.
A rider. Just one.
Is it an English soldier?
No, that's one of ours.
Strange.
We're supposed to be the only troops in this area.
Hey! Stop and speak!
We are Askeladd's band, under command of King Sweyn!
From where do you come?!
Oh, you're with the main force?
I'm with Lord Ragnar's band, under His Highness Prince Canute!
I am delivering a report to the main force.
Prince Canute?
Are they close by?
I'm afraid they're long gone—to the north.
We are preparing to return as well.
Then why are you here?
Oh, you know. Scraping together a few coppers from the village over the hill.
You left the force without permission?
C'mon, don't be a hardass.
Look, your horse is winded.
Want a fresh one?
Thorkell?
Yes, and he's closing in fast.
There's five hundred men.
He took along only his immediate followers.
He's following the footsteps of the main force.
He'll be reaching Marlborough soon, I reckon.
Seriously?
Taking on the main force with five hundred?
Is Thorkell mad or just stupid?
What of the siege of London?
Prince Canute had four thousand men.
They met a cruel fate long ago.
I stand before you as one of the few survivors.
What?
They struck out from the city, Thorkell in the lead.
Take that!
His men were as strong as giant bears.
We didn't stand a chance.
They ran through us on the way to the army.
Your Highness! Your Highness!
Lord, may they rest in peace.
I pray that their souls may be saved—
Your Highness!
Your Highness! Thorkell is close!
We must leave at once!
I found you, prince!
So, what happened to Prince Canute?
Held prisoner.
He's with Thorkell now.
The survivors of our force seek to regroup and take His Highness back.
But we have fewer than four hundred remaining,
and their morale is low.
I seek the main force to request reinforcements.
You must join us.
Even a hundred more men will be welcome.
Well?
It's your call, Askeladd.
I'll be damned.
No use waiting to fade into the sunset, I suppose.
What?
Don't you hear it, Bjorn?
The sound of Ragnarok's footsteps drawing near.
Bury him. And the horse he was riding.
You kill—
Listen up, every one of you!
As of this moment, we're heading to rescue His Highness, Prince Canute!
We face Thorkell and his five hundred,
but we will seek the help of no other men!
This is where we make our gamble!
Prince Canute is the heir to the Danish throne, the first in line to the monarchy!
Either side would be willing to pay a dear price for the boy.
Can you imagine what we could get?
The rewards we'd be granted by the rulers of Denmark and England?
We can't let no other son of a bitch beat us to him!
Yeah!
Let's do it! He's ours for the taking!
We'll do it!
Why'd you go and fire them up like that?
We're up against Thorkell.
Do you have a plan?
We'll see.
"We'll see"? Don't you have any—
This is the twilight of the world, Bjorn.
Might as well raise some hell.
It’s just like a burning torch in the storm
Like a little flower blooming in the home
Bear a strong, unwavering volition
As long as you still show some kindness
A misty moon
I’m missing you
Lap up the sprawling scenery
As the beat of your heart runs free
Listen to me, sail away again, again
I pray you light the way through uncharted seas
The voices of those behind you are torn towards the unknown world
Unfurl your sails, you're not alone
So brave the stormy seas
Face that darkness