- Lagertha: [At Ragnar's coffin] We don't always know what the gods have in store for us. But this? I could never imagine. If you've gone to heaven, then we will never meet again.
- [Going to her knees, whispering]
- Lagertha: And yet, I think Odin will rise like the wind to rescue you and take you to Valhalla where you belong, my own sweet Ragnar. And there... there we shall meet again. And fight and to drink and... love one another.
- Rollo: [Seated with his back at Ragnar's coffin, his voice low but clear] I have always resented you. It's true. I'm not denying it. I'm sorry your dead, but it happens to all of us, sooner or later. It's just funny that the gods took you first.
- [His voice deepens with resentment]
- Rollo: I always thought they favored you. You thought so, too.
- [a small breathless laugh]
- Rollo: It seems we were both mistaken.
- Floki: [At Ragnar's coffin, emotions ranging from grief to fury and back] So then. I made you the boat that took you to fame. I made the boat that will take you to your heaven.
- [Sarcastically]
- Floki: Give my regards to Athelstan, by the way. You betrayed us. You betrayed your heritage. You betrayed our future. You betrayed *me*! I loved you more than anyone. I loved you more than that *priest* ever loved you. But, it made no difference. You always thought, oh, it's just Floki! No need to bother about Floki. He's just a fool.
- [Pounding the coffin, then falling to his knees]
- Floki: I *hated* you, Ragnar Lothbrok!
- [His voice softens]
- Floki: And I love you with all my heart. Why did you turn me away from myself?