Character: Floki

I'm sorry that Helga died. We have long known each other, I was still a boy.
- I died, too, Bjorn. A part of me died with her daughter Angrboda. Another part with Ragnar. And the last part of the one who was Floki, died along with my sweet Helga.

Being between life and death, we feel life the most.

The point is that conscience torments him just as much as you, but the warriors never reveal their hearts, yet for them it will not make the axe.

- It's just a map! Marks on paper, they could draw a child. How do we know it exists?
My dad taught me: the only way to prove that something exists is to go there. You'll come with me, Floki?
- Are you joking? Fantasy land, a journey to what is not? Of course, I'm with you!

The space between life and death, this is where we truly live.

Wearing a collar, the dog will not be.

I heard they burned down your farm.
- They also slaughtered all our livestock. We have nothing left.
- You're alive. Ragnar alive. Your children are alive. All you've got.

Lagertha: He [Ragnar] is still weak, but his wounds are beginning to heal.
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Floki: Ragnar, look who's here.
Thorsten: Ragnar, my friend. How are you?
Ragnar: Save me from these people. [laughs]

It's worrying me.
We live in a sea of troubles.

I am ashamed to look anyone in the eye because I was to blame for this disaster. For some reason the gods decided to punish me. And I don't understand... Everything I did, everything I made - it was for them.

Someone wants gold, someone wants women, I want only to please the gods.

I was told that your God is a carpenter. Imagine - me too!

I think I want to be an old fool like you?
- Judging by your behavior, growing old is not given to you.

My heart believes that he won't betray me, there is no reason.
- Except for the betrayal need a reason? You should always be prepared for the worst, even from their loved ones, then you can avoid many disappointments.