Vikingdom (2013) - full transcript

Brother.

My Lord Beothric.

He is mortally wounded.

Brother...

you're a king now.

Rule well...

as Father would have wished.

Eirick. Brother!

Everybody has a story to tell

about their lives.

My story begins the day I die.

There is in nature

an irregular occurrence

when the sun burns red

as the moon crosses its path.

This is the Blood Eclipse,

a time when a pathway

could be opened

between Heaven, Earth and Hel,

which the Vikings called

Valhalla, Mittgard and Helheim.

The Viking gods

used holy relics as keys

to unlock the gates

to reign over man.

But over time,

the tale faded into myth.

Men abandoned the Viking gods

and embraced the new

Christian god and his son.

Yet one god,

the God of Thunder,

did not forget.

He resolved

to take on human form,

find the keys,

and re-establish

the Viking gods

for all eternity.

Huh?

Row!

Jesus!

Norsemen!

Norsemen!

Norsemen!

[screaming]

Sound the alarm!

Sound the alarm!

Deum de Deo,

lumen de lúmine,

Deum verum de Deo vero,

Génitum, non factum,

Consubstantiálem Patri,

- Per quem ómnia facta sunt.

- Norseman! Norseman!

The Viking Norseman!

They've come for it.

Close the door!

[yells]

Charge!

[shouts]

None enter the abbey before me.

Aye, My Lord.

God is our sword.

Faith is our shield.

Where is the abbey?

This way, My Lord.

Begone!

This is the house of God!

I am a god!

- Blasphemy!

- Silence!

I am Thor,

son of Odin,

brother of Baldur.

I've come for that

which is not yours,

nor your one god,

nor his son.

The necklace.

It is a holy relic.

Indeed.

It is the necklace

of Mary Magdalene.

You are no god.

You're blood runs

as red as a man's.

Fool.

Even Gods must travel

in the body of flesh,

here in this middle realm.

Was not your own Jesus

pierced and broken?

My Lord, we are ready

to sail with the tide.

Good.

Hmm...

I shall give you

what you truly desire,

closer thee to thy god.

[growls]

[growling]

Forgive me, old friend.

State your business.

My Lord Frey.

There's no need for that,

my friend.

Rise.

God, that stench of bear's

very strong.

Better I stink of his blood

than he of mine.

[chuckles]

Eirick Bloodletter.

High Thane of the Jomsberg.

A huntsman.

I was never fond

of that name.

Most of your kind would kill

to make such a name.

- Skal.

- Skal.

Eirick...

a decade in these woods,

how have you kept your wits?

I would have lost them sooner

had I stayed, My Lord.

And you managed to find

a measure of peace

up here with the bears

and the wolves?

I have.

Then my heart is heavy.

Then lighten it with

what you came here to say.

I bring you news of coming war.

Thor has returned

to the Mittgard

and gathered around him the

Northern Kings of the mortal,

the Trondelag.

There's turmoil in the world.

I was there, Eirick...

at the battle before time,

and I've seen what would

become of this world

if the Jotunn Giants

are set loose again.

I would not see

such things again.

Thor is here

to open the gates

of Valhalla,

Mittgard and Helheim.

You must stop it.

How?

I'm a man.

I am no match for a god.

But you are not just a man.

You are far more.

Ordinary men are not

brought back to life.

My sister gave you

the gift of life

because of her love of you.

For years, you lit her world

with your love.

The ultimate love.

That between a man

and a goddess.

She brought you back

because she could not bare

the world without you.

She never asked for anything

in return.

Eirick?

Freyja.

Live...

my lover.

Live.

Eirick,

you are now an undead.

Only an undead...

can pass through Helheim

and return to Mittgard.

Not even a god,

not even me,

can enter and return,

but you can.

There is in Helheim

a gilded horn.

Now, once blown

in the very face of Thor

will destroy Thor's human flesh

and send him back to the place

of spirits where he belongs.

You can choose to deny me.

You can stay here.

But the pathway will be opened

during the coming Blood Eclipse.

Retrieve the horn,

make your way

to the Henge of Stones,

inside the Fort at Trondheim.

Blow the horn there,

and Thor will be defeated.

What you ask of me

is impossible.

I would have chosen

a weaker man

had it been a simpler task.

Go first to Osberg.

There you will fine a wizard

by the name of Alcuin.

He will lead you

to the gates of Hell.

Wind to your back, Viking.

Clear skies above.

[grunting]

If you're gonna

stand there and watch,

I'd as soon you come here

and give me a hand.

I should've known it was you.

Stink of fucking bear shit

for miles.

So I'm told.

I've got to say

it's good to see you,

so bear shit be damned

'cause you're still my king,

even if you do look

like a hermit.

No longer.

I need your boat.

Well, I knew it wasn't

a courtesy call.

Look to be honest with you,

it's not mine anymore.

It belongs to another.

But I have a feeling

we could work something out.

We'll have to collect it

in Osberg.

Osberg?

That's where I'm headed

and then to Trondeheim.

Well, it's a long way,

so we best get going.

No, Sven. This journey of mine,

it's dangerous.

You have a wife,

family, child--

Yeah, and I'm a Viking

first and foremost,

so give me a moment to collect

my things and bid farewell,

and I'll be back.

You know, it's ten years.

Ten years.

I thought you would've showed

your face here before then.

[laughs]

Hey, my friend, can you

give us a ride to Osberg?

Osberg? Everyone's

going north, not east.

Kings of the Trondelag

are spending silver

like they have

a mine of it.

Wood, iron, warriors.

Anything that can go north

for war, they buy.

What business of you

in Osberg?

None of your fucking business.

Well, can you pay?

Yeah, we can pay you in fur.

If you were virgin girls,

I'd take your fur for pay.

Come on.

Give me a hand here.

[horse whinnies]

Help, help, help.

[knocking]

- Help!

- There's something inside.

Pay no attention to that.

It's just a slave.

What the--

Hah! What manner of man

is colored yellow?

Maybe he's a Laplander

or a dwarf.

Way too ugly to be an elf.

Damn you.

Enough!

Release him.

What?

You heard me. Release him.

- [chatter]

- [festive music]

That's the one.

Welcome to Osberg.

Did you think you could

mess with Ustus and live?

Now put your weapons down,

and you might live

to regret them words.

Smart tongues don't waggle

for long. Kill 'em.

You free me, I repay debt.

We're even.

It's gotta be worth

keeping the wee man.

Will you join us?

Food.

[laughing]

I'm looking for

King Karl Redbeard.

What do you want?

Tell him that Eirick Bloodletter

of the Jomsberg's here

and wishes to seek his counsel.

Alcuin the wizard.

Strange man.

I never really understood

what was in his head.

Well, he's no longer with us,

as you can see.

I'm afraid you've come

a few moons too late,

not that any of us will miss him

very much, I shouldn't think.

What happened?

A group of warriors,

Geat warriors they were,

came to trade,

not many in number.

That was the last

we saw of Alcuin.

The Geats, they've taken him

to Gotland.

Yes, Gotland.

They must've taken him

to their leader Heflar.

From what I understand,

he's not very fond of visitors,

if you know what I mean.

Anyway, if you are sincere

in finding the druid Alcuin,

then you're going to need ships.

We have a ship.

Well, then you're

going to need men.

You're going to have to cut

your way through there.

Yes, here, here.

Thank you, my dear.

A pleasure as always.

[laughs]

Well, anyway,

let me see what I can do to help

you gentlemen out this evening.

In the meantime,

let's drink, shall we?

Ahh!

By the way...

who's your friend?

We found him.

I think he might be an elf.

But he fights like a Valkyrie.

An elf, you say. Well!

A big bastard, isn't he?

Yang Fu Sun.

Yang? Is that your name?

Eirick.

Sven.

Karl.

Eirick.

- Shh-fen.

- That's close enough.

Yang.

Strange little name

for a strange wee man.

Shh-fen.

[crowd cheering]

Friends!

Friends!

Kinsmen.

Thanes.

Lords.

Good fellows all, eh?

[laughs]

And the rest of you bastards.

[laughter]

Well, we have guests.

Guests of great fame

and grim repute.

Welcome Eirick Bloodletter,

once King of the Jomsbergs.

That same Eirick

who smashed the Danish army

at Jutland!

[murmuring]

Who fought outnumbered

on Zealand.

And...

back to back with his great

friend, Sven Stavanger,

fought from noon until night.

Eirick Bloodletter,

so... beloved...

of the great goddess Freyja,

that when he was

struck down in battle,

he was rised, rised, rised...

by her divine...

intervention.

Come now, brother, come.

Let us see your face, sir.

That face,

that until this night,

we have all known

only by legend.

Sir!

I stand here today

for a god has asked me

to write a song

for people to sing

in years to come.

A somber song it may be.

It requires a journey

to Helheim and back.

Yet we are Vikings

and unafraid of anything

that hell may fling on us.

So any man here who would

be a Viking, come.

Follow me.

Not exactly

an inspirational speech.

It's been a while.

You're telling me.

We're gonna be rowing

our fucking selves to Gotland.

I'm Olaf, son of Redbeard.

Welcome.

And I am Gregor,

also a Redbeard.

Welcome.

Anyone else?

Yomar.

I'm a hunter,

and my bow is yours.

Thank you.

I'm called Henrik.

Will there be any fighting?

There will, lad.

Then I'm with you.

Any chance of gold?

- [laughter]

- Not really.

Well, little enough to be

made here, I suppose.

Can you deal with

an old bugger like me?

We can.

Bernard.

Killer of women and children.

I ask again.

Any more men?

Brynna the Fair.

Daughter of Hildegard,

reader of wind.

This is not a quest for a woman.

[laughter]

Thank you, brothers.

A toast! Toast now!

To honor, to glory,

to a valiant death

and then on to

the hall of heroes. Skal!

Skal!

Please, take one of my ships.

Not this-- this bucket.

- Does it float?

- What do you care?

The man promised you

a good death,

and drowning is as good

as any other.

Olaf's right. We should

take his father's longship.

No. In this,

we'll pass unnoticed.

Hopefully leave the same way.

Sven, I told you

that woman was not to come.

- Well, I'm afraid she has to.

- Why?

You remember the conversation

we had about the boat?

Well, that is the new owner.

And captain.

You're crew on my ship.

You'll do as ordered

as any man here will.

If you don't like it,

I hope you swim well.

My Lord, we had

nothing but success.

We've raided

as far south as España,

across the Angle Sea,

and down their rivers

as far as the village of Paris.

But still no word on

the Horn of Helheim.

Whoever possesses the horn

possesses the power to stop me.

My Lord, I cannot see how.

Our warriors and our ships

are ready.

Christianity lies at our feet.

With you, a god made man,

nothing can stop us.

Even a god can be stopped.

I know you had no choice

to take me.

But I will say this wind

won't abate anytime soon.

What does a woman know

about winds and waves?

As much as anyone whose

mother died in childbirth

and whose father took her

on the longboats.

I have sailed the great seas

to Angle Isle and Greenland

and woven a course

between mountains of ice.

I've been shipwrecked

on the Great Island

and almost died of thirst,

becalmed on the Sea of Sighs.

Perhaps voyaging to Helheim

will be easier than that.

You can still get it wrong.

I say by nightfall,

we'll all be rowing.

And I say we won't.

- [whispering]

- Hmm.

We go to far Gotland,

to the Fjord of Jorgumandr.

Wolfred, get fifty men.

You!

Guard the Henge of Stones.

It has begun.

EIRICK: I can feel

the bad blood.

That's what you get

when there are strangers

sleeping next to you.

I can smell the stench

of a traitor amongst us.

Men are just so full of wind.

Eirick, Eirick.

Land ho, elf eyes.

Gotland. We're here.

This is way too quiet

for my liking.

Stay close.

[scream]

[shouting]

I got one.

Henrik!

To Helheim!

Bloodletter!

Eirick!

The broach is up there.

God, what a jail.

Prison for a wizard

of the earth.

No contact with the ground.

Are you Alcuin?

Heflar of the Geats

was many things.

None of them virtuous,

most of them cunning.

I have you to thank

for his death,

Thane of Jomsberg.

You know of me, wizard?

I saw the possibility

of your arrival.

Will you let me down?

If you promise to take me

to the gates of Helheim.

Any man may find those gates.

Most eventually do.

I plan on returning.

None who cross that bridge

may ever return,

Thane of Jomsberg.

The dead know me

as one of their own.

Ah!

Freyja's mortal lover.

I heard tell,

but did not believe.

I hear many things

from many voices,

Eirick Bloodletter.

Will you help me?

I'll show you the way.

Close it is to any man's heart

that truly seeks it.

Lower me, please.

Please.

Please let me down.

Soldiers come from the north.

Many horses.

You have powerful enemies,

Thane Eirick.

Come, wizard.

Time is against us.

A wizard was kept there, sire.

It was as you said:

an iron cage, no roof.

Good.

Now we shall see

if he's all you think he is.

Who is this wretch?

My-- My Lord...

raider ship...

killed our men,

killed our great King Heflar,

took the druid.

Who took the druid?

I heard the druid

call him by his name,

Eirick,

Thane of Jomsberg.

Heflar called him...

Bloodletter.

Eirick Bloodletter.

A fine name.

You know him, sire?

We return to Trondheim.

It is done.

My Lord, surely we should

pursue them.

No.

He will come for me.

How much further?

Oh, not far now.

In Helheim, there are many

things you must beware of,

but one thing

you cannot avoid.

At the gate of Helheim

lies a massive hound,

a hound called Garm.

He has no eyes, but he can

smell out the living

and the dead.

You may not escape.

It is there!

How do I reach it?

Swim far and deep.

Follow the current

as it gets colder and colder,

to the very depths.

There you will see the gates.

Eirick, you sure about this?

It's madness.

Aye! Madness it is.

All bravery is.

You're gonna need tallow.

Are you scared?

Terrified.

You should be.

I don't know if you're

the bravest man I've ever met

or the biggest fool.

If I don't return by sunup,

go home.

You just make sure

you come back.

Eirick go?

Eirick go.

Yang no go?

Yang no go.

Full wind with you,

my friend.

Clear skies above.

ALCUIN: Swim far and deep.

Follow the current

as it gets colder and colder,

to the very depths.

There you will see the gates.

[gasping]

[low growling]

[screaming]

Father.

Of all the torment

in this place,

none has caused me more pain

than seeing you here.

I always believed you'd stand

at the right hand of Odin.

I was a picture of a king.

A coward of worst kind.

Too afraid to live.

The door of Heaven

never opened for me.

Here I've been,

here I shall stand.

How did you know I was here?

A whisper in my ear.

This is a place for torment.

A settling of account.

Eirick, you are not my son.

Lies.

We are the dead!

Lies offer no comfort here.

Truly you're not my son.

Your mother never knew.

He came, had my face,

my image,

and she was deceived.

You are my father,

whether you seeded me or not.

Why are you here?!

I seek the Horn of Helheim.

And then?!

Then I will return.

No, my son.

You will remain here

among the dead forever.

Not without a fight.

That's the difference between

the living and the dead.

Hope.

Will you help me find it?

Hmm...

You will find the horn

within the Gate of Souls.

[moaning]

[moaning continues]

Alive.

Stay with us.

Forever.

Father, now!

[yelling]

Damn you!

[yells]

You will not have him!

Maybe we should go.

What need have we with Helheim?

He said it himself. If he

doesn't return by sunrise--

Yeah, I know what he said.

But the ship stays on course,

and so do you.

I say we leave!

Who's with me?

He's been in there

the whole night.

He's probably dead by now.

How many more of us

do you want killed?

Coward.

Where is your honor?

You're a killer of women

and children.

What do you know of honor?

All my life, I was a farmer.

But then the raiders came.

Blood of these same Geat cowards

we killed yesterday.

Burned down my farm,

my father's home,

killed my wife

and my children.

Carved me hollow,

left me blank,

so the only thing I crave

is the death I deserve.

So I killed those raiders.

I killed them all.

I killed their wives.

I killed their children.

Burned their homes

and their ships.

And I listen to their screams

as they watched their seed

wiped from the middle kingdom.

They meant to take

all that I had,

but their could not

take my honor.

And I'd rather die with honor

than to live a coward.

That's a man spoken

like a true Viking.

We wait.

Wait. Look out for Garm,

the Hound of Helheim.

He is the gatekeeper.

I past it before.

He let me through.

Just because he lets you in

doesn't mean he'll let you out.

[growling]

Run!

[growls]

We can't outrun him.

He can smell your blood.

Turn around.

Turn around, boy!

Think well me, always.

I am here!

Raahh!

Think well of me, son.

Always.

Things aren't always

as they seem, my love.

You must blow the horn

in the face of Thor to stop him.

[gasps]

[horn blowing]

Brynna, wake up.

He's there!

- Eirick.

- Brother.

- Eirick. Brother

- Eirick.

- Eirick.

- Eirick.

- Eirick.

- Huh?

So you're back.

Are you gonna be all right?

Eirick, sit down

and drink this.

I saw my father.

No, you never.

What you saw was some type

of spirit made in his image.

No. It was him.

He told me I wasn't his son.

Well, that can't be true,

can it?

I grew up with you,

and I know your face,

and I know his,

and he is your father

for sure.

It makes no sense.

It makes no sense.

But you got what you went for.

You did it.

If only I knew

what she gave me

when she gave me

the gift of life,

I would've lived, Sven.

I swear I would've lived.

Yeah, but it's

not over yet, is it?

No.

So let me say something.

Something I should've said

a long, long time ago.

I've never met a man

so brave

and so afraid to be

what he actually is.

Eirick, listen to me.

You are a great man.

You were born to lead men,

to inspire men.

But ever since I've known you,

all you've ever done

is try and prove that you're

just like everybody else,

but you're not.

I am pleased to see you,

My Lord.

I doubted you would return,

and I did my best to turn aside

the crew and sail for home,

My Lord.

Warick, you seem so frightened.

Often the most cautious

are the most wise.

Warick the Wise.

There's a fine name

for a Viking.

Welcome back.

Did you decide?

What?

Am I brave or a fool?

Both.

I have to blow this horn

in the face of Thor.

Tell me what I should do.

He will be at Trondheim

at the Henge of Stones.

For the Blood Eclipse?

Yes, but you will have

the gathered armies

of the Trondelag to face.

We have an army.

It's been a very long time.

Mm.

You think your brother's

gonna be glad to see you?

No.

EIRICK: So Eirick

the Bloodletter

has became Eirick

the Harrower of Hell.

But my story is far from over.

I now have to make a journey

to the place I dread most.

Home.

With the horn and protection

of Lord Frey and Frejya,

I believe all would be well,

and the Jomsberg would

fight with me once more.

But nothing prepared me

for the biggest betrayal

that is yet to come.

Sven, drop the anchor.

Look! Jomsberg!

This doesn't feel right.

Not all of us should go.

I'll stay behind,

if it pleases you.

Perhaps you'll keep Yang.

He's a prize to men

who keep slaves.

That will be safe with me.

Yang no go?

Good.

Brynna, you stay behind.

Keep in eye on Alcuin.

State your business. This is

the fortress of Jomsberg.

We suffer no visitors.

You suffer no visitors?

What if that visitor

pulled your unconscious body

out of the Sea of Zealand?

Eirick? Is that you?

It is.

Welcome home, My Lord.

Good to see you, old friend.

Hardly a moon goes by

when our swords

don't wet the ground with

some poor bastard's claret.

We only fight for gold now.

Not like the old days.

No more rushing off

for desperate battles

with terrible odds.

No more raids.

What would your father say,

the Jomsberg, mercenaries

to the highest bidder?

I'll not be questioned by you

in this hall again, Jorgen!

If you don't like it,

then give back

your share and go!

My Lord Beothric

and great captains of Jomsberg,

I present Eirick,

son of Alfred.

Let my brother step forward.

Beothric.

- Brother.

- Eirick.

I never thought I'd see you

in this hall again.

I never thought to come.

But now that I have...

it feels good.

But I have to say

your hospitality leaves

a little bit to be desired.

You've not offered us

even a sip of water,

let alone a drop

of the hard stuff.

We drink mead in this hall

to celebrate and to mourn.

Your being here

is cause for neither.

We were warned you'd come.

Come here to take back

the throne of our father?

Brother, no.

But then,

look around you, brother.

See the poor trappings

of our father's era?

No. No, you do not.

20,000 gold coins I'm paid

by the Byzantine emperor

for a squadron

of our warriors.

Arthur of the Angles

pays me 30,000 in silver

so that I may keep

his throne safe.

For I, the younger

and lesser brother

sits on this throne,

and our kingdom is rich.

And now you come.

You're mistaken, brother.

I did not return

for the crown.

Instead I've been

asked by the gods

to take on a battle

with impossible odds.

- With whom?

- The god Thor.

Thor?

Just because he came back

from the dead,

he thinks he can take on

the God of Thunder?

I came here to ask

for your help,

not to be mocked.

Let's go.

No, brother, I cannot

allow you to leave.

A listening ear

for all who despise my reign,

a figurehead for those

who would overthrow me?

Forgive me, brother.

Take them away!

Search them and bring

whatever you find to me.

I'm sorry.

Sorry, sorry, sorry.

Why don't you just give

Lord Beothric what he wants?

Then we don't have to do this.

Someone's approaching,

and it's not one of us.

You are friends

of My Lord Eirick?

We are.

Then know this:

He has been betrayed.

He and his fellows

are in the dungeon.

I might get you

into the keep,

but by oath, I cannot raise

a sword against my brothers.

But you might get him out,

get him back to the boat.

Eirick needs us.

- Eirick need Yang?

- Yes.

These Jomsberg

are no brawlers, my lass.

They're the finest warriors

on earth.

Good. Arrogant men fall easiest.

We'll not pass

that courtyard unseen.

I wouldn't be so glum,

good Yorik.

Alcuin, hurry up.

Go! I will join you

in due time.

[muttering]

[muttering]

This leads

straight to the dungeons.

Your friends are down there.

The king is sending us north

with a slave for barter.

[chatter]

- Do you hear that?

- Shh!

Brynna! Good?

Yes, Yang, I'm fine. You?

I'm fine. Come.

- Open the gate.

- Fuck you, whore!

Open the door.

Open the door!

Whatever you say, my lady.

Hey, it's the little man.

Yang good?

No, Yang,

you're fucking brilliant.

Where's Eirick?

Next cell.

Oh...

By Odin's blind eye,

what have they done to you?

Brynna, where's the horn?

With Alcuin.

Where is he?

The druid and the horn,

where are they?

Cut them down.

I'd stay still if I were you,

My Lord.

See how he betrays

his brother?

May he not treat you the same.

What did Thor offer you

to betray me?

Why, all of the Angle Isles

to rule as I see fit.

You see, brother,

you're not the only one

with the counsel of the gods.

You can keep your Angle Isles

and the throne.

But understand this.

When I have subdued Thor,

I will come back for you,

and we will have

our reckoning.

It is you who does not

understand, brother.

The horn itself

commands the highest price.

Without it, you're worthless.

King of Jomsberg!

Would this be what you seek?

You bastard! Traitor!

My, my.

This is a fine thing.

You see, brother,

the message was very simple.

Your brother's coming,

and he carries

the Horn of Helheim.

Retrieve it and capture him.

And with the help

of your friend here, I have.

So now it's time

for my reckoning with you.

Take him away.

Treat him as befits a royal.

Use a sword.

Throw the rest of a cliff.

Druid, come.

Drink with me.

I thought there was

a traitor amongst us.

It's Alcuin the wizard.

He owes us his life.

How could he do that?

In return for Beothric's gold.

My Lord, we are with you.

We will take you away from

this place and give you shelter.

We will also gather

our group of men

to join you

to fight the Trondelag.

What about the other captains?

For them, it's treason.

That looks like it hurts.

Let me.

If this quest goes on

too much longer,

there won't be

much of you left.

We've lost the horn.

The odds are against us.

Could we not fight

without it?

The horn is the only thing

that can stop Thor.

Maybe I have no right

to ask the men to go on.

Or you.

I know you said you would ask

no more of me than any man,

but what if I wanted

to give you...

what only a woman can?

Brynna...

I promised my heart to another

many years ago.

I wondered how I ever loved

such a human fool.

Freyja?

No.

Be still there.

Don't turn around.

We are far from one another

right now,

but through this

I can speak.

I barter myself with the gods...

so that you might live again.

But your life

came with a condition,

that you and I...

can never experience

love again.

But at least you lived.

I'd rather be dead

than live my life without you.

You must.

I brought you back...

so that you should live.

We can no longer be.

Eirick...

stop living in memories.

If a man spends his life

looking backwards,

he'll miss what's

right in front of him.

And what is

right in front of me?

Hope.

A chance for joy,

happiness.

A chance for the one thing

that mortals have

that the gods desire:

love.

It's no shame to love again.

For what little time is left,

Thor has--

Then fight for

your right to tomorrow.

Fight...

so that your name

is whistled down the ages

as a name for goodness,

for worth,

and for light.

I'm-- I'm sorry.

I-I didn't mean to.

If you take me, I'm yours.

I'll think about it,

My Lord.

I know that look

on a man's face.

Amazing what

a good night's sleep can do.

More like a night

not sleeping.

There's your army, My Lord.

You do your men

and Jomsberg proud.

This will be a great battle.

They'll sing songs about

the few that went to Trondheim

and smashed

the armies of the god.

Men, we leave soon,

before Beothric finds out!

Forgive us, sire.

We have traitors in our midst.

Some of our brothers have

sided with your brother, sire.

The king is dead.

The druid.

What are they to do

with only a few hundred men?

They are the Jomsberg.

Who knows what they'll do?

I care little.

Tomorrow I shall have

the horn,

and no army

in this middle kingdom

will be able to stop me.

The Gates of Valhalla, Mittgard

and Helheim will swing wide.

My Lord, what is this plan?

What are you saying?

I shall open the pathway...

to open the gates

of Heaven and Hell.

It will wreak havoc

upon our world.

I care little for your world.

Thousands of our people

will die.

These people fell our fields,

build our ships.

Surely you cannot be unaware of

the havoc that this will cause.

Fool! Of course I am aware.

Only by my forging mayhem

upon the world

can the Christian god

be destroyed forever.

This is not about

our Viking quests

or extending our realm.

It's about you and the gods

at the expense of mortals.

What care have I for mortals?

I am a god.

You may care little, My Lord,

but I'll not you lead us

into our own destruction!

You forgot one thing.

Only those

with the blood of gods

can use the weapons

of the gods.

You, Wolfred...

suffer from a lack of vision.

Kings of the North,

prepare your men.

The battle for the middle

kingdom starts at sunrise.

Captain.

I name you King of Nordland,

in place of Wolfred.

[pants]

So many.

Your men probe the shield wall

right to left

and throw our full weight

on the left flank

once the wall has broke.

- And if we break it?

- Then we push through.

And if Thor shows up

before then?

I'll shall call him out,

and we'll fight to the death.

The eclipse.

It will begin soon.

Men, we camp here

for the night.

Men of Jomsberg,

Vikings, brothers...

across the ridge

is the army of the north,

more than a thousand strong.

We are but a few.

Five to one.

If you wish,

I'll ride to their captains

and ask for an extra day

so they can gather more men.

It only seems fair.

Some of you know me.

Some of you have bled with me.

Some of you have heard

tall tales of battles won,

of gods and goddesses.

This is me,

Eirick of Jomsberg,

and my song is

not yet finished.

The measure of a man is not

measured in his battles won,

the dead by his swords,

or the gold he has stored away.

A man is measured

by his courage,

his devotion to family,

his willingness

to grab his destiny.

If we do not fight this day,

there will be

a generation of terror,

and the gods will unleash

horrors of the old age.

Today you do not

fight for yourself.

Today...

you fight for your wives,

your sons, your daughters.

If you should die this day,

die with the faith that you

have stood shield to shield

with your brothers.

And die as a Viking should,

with honor.

Come.

Follow me!

[cheering]

Now that's more like it.

[man shouting commands]

They don't stand a chance

against our mighty army.

Take position!

To the wall!

[rumbling]

[shouting]

Fire!

Take cover!

First wave, form a new line!

Retreat!

Retreat!

Come on, you bastards!

Come on!

We've broken down the wall,

Captain,

but we've lost many of our men.

We have to win this.

We'll fight to the very end.

[shouting]

Another captain comes!

My Lord, your brother is dead.

We pledge ourselves to you

in your noble cause.

Come, let us join the fight.

- Sire.

- Speak, man.

They've broken to the left.

They've reinforced.

Let's ride.

Gregor!

- We're broken.

- Who will tell Thor?

To hell with him.

I ride to my ships and beyond.

Stay if you wish.

- Save yourself if you can.

- You're not Vikings.

To hell with you, too,

King of Nordland.

Back to the fortress!

Retreat! Retreat!

- There's none left for us.

- Fine with me.

I didn't come here

to be a casual observer.

I won't let you do it.

So...

what now, Eirick?

You cannot stop me.

Did you come just to see me

open the Gates of Helheim?

I may not have the horn,

but do you see me running?

I've come to face you, Thor,

and die if I must.

Ah, yes.

The horn.

By blowing this here,

you thought to send me

back to Valhalla.

I will try.

You cannot stand against me,

my son.

[thunderclap]

Your father did not know

the truth.

He took after his form

to lay with your mother.

I did not need such artifices.

She was a willing whore

to my desires.

Did you truly believe

a mortal man could

rise from the dead,

could drink from a cup

of Frey without dying?

Could lay with

the Goddess of Love

without being driven insane

by desire?

The blood of the gods

is in your veins.

My blood is in your veins.

Yield to me

and together we shall rule

the world with our fist,

and we shall drive

the one god and his son

from the face of the earth.

I will not let you destroy

the middle kingdom.

Then fight.

[whips crack]

No! Eirick!

Your weapon

holds no fear for me!

I have the blood

of the gods in me.

I have the blood of the gods.

[horn blows]

May I have

the Horn of Helheim?

Lord Frey.

Poor Thane of Jomsberg.

You can blow this

until the sea freeze is over,

but it was never meant

to blow Thor away.

No, it was meant

for another...

higher purpose.

- But you said--

- Yes.

I told you only an undead

could enter Hell.

Being gods,

both Thor and I needed you

to obtain this horn.

You see,

three relics are needed

to open the gates of Heaven,

Earth and Hell.

The necklace of Mary Magdalene

from Mittgard,

the Hammer of Thor

from Valhalla,

and the Gilded Horn

of Helheim.

You poor fool.

The horn is the final key,

and you've brought it to us.

Why are you doing this?

Men... are ungrateful.

We have protected you for ages,

then you abandon us

for some new god?

It is time for man

to pay the price.

My son...

together we could have

ruled the world.

[screaming]

FREY: The horn's breaking!

Something's wrong.

Why is this happening?

Because it's a fake!

I gave a false horn

to Beothric!

I listened to what

the earth told me!

ALCUIN: I knew your plans, Frey.

And I learned

you would betray us.

Nature will always tell

the story of a traitor.

No one--

god or mortal--

should rule the earth!

[screaming]

[screaming]

[screaming]

Brynna.

It's a good death.

It should've been me.

No one chooses their fate.

You're not responsible

for my life

or anyone else's.

Only your own.

[groans]

I'm at peace.

I have a glorious death.

Send me back to sea.

Behold, Brynna the Fair.

You see your mother

awaiting you in paradise?

Behold, Gregor the Formidable.

Do you see our kinsmen?

Behold, Warick the Wise.

Do you see your rest

awaiting you in paradise?

Behold, Bernard the Viking.

His paradise is his honor

and family.

And there I see my friends

surrounded by those

who have gone before.

For when my time comes,

I shall join them there gladly.

ERICK: Such marks the passing

of the old gods

from middle kingdom.

Mankind is now free

to choose their gods,

their friends,

their enemies.

I became known as

Eirick Thorson.

My men and I have become the

guardians of the holy relics.

Not many know of our existence,

so our song...

our song is not yet sung.

♪ [rock]

♪ [continues]