When our father took me to England and was imprisoned by King Ecbert, I played chess with Prince Alfred. Now I would like to play chess with him again, only this time, on the battlefield.[to Hvitserk]
My fellow gods, at last, allowed me to see my fate. Now all of my brothers are against me. Now I know I’m the chosen one.
I can teach you the ways in which to fight with a sword and ax, or a shield to stay alive. But if you are afraid, then you are already dead.[to Alfred]
I am old enough to know that you can never say for sure what someone else will do.
You need to believe in yourself, or you’re not fit to wear that crown.[to Alfred]
The gods never had children with humans.
I killed one of my sons to save the other. May God forgive me.[to Alfred]
I don’t want to leave my country and my home. I am tired of fighting. And yet, let’s do it. Let’s go to England.
A king cannot be like an ordinary person. Must not behave or have feelings like an ordinary person. A king must be prepared to do the most terrible things. Things against all conscience. If he wants to survive.[to Alfred]
You must believe in your leaders. They can suffer reversals, defeats… But you must give them a chance to prove just why they rose in the first place.
What is there in a name? Nothing! In times to come, no one will remember Ragnar Lothbrok and his sons. They will be utterly forgotten. I can hardly remember his name even now.
It’s not a matter of negotiation. It’s always a matter of blood.
