Amazon Prime Video original The Northman was released
#TheNorthman made $75.8M at the international box office.
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metacritic: 82
imdb: 7.0
Prince Amleth
Amleth swears revenge on his father’s usurper in Iceland.
“He’s here. He’s here. Mother, Father is here! Ódinn brought him home. Hail, Lord King. Thank you, Father. My king. Fjölnir. To the Kingdom of Hrafnsey! Skál!” — Amleth
“Ódinn. Wise enough to be the fool. To learn the secret magic of women. Live in honor. Safeguard your familial blood. I will, Father, I will! My blade will not rest till it’s drunk the blood from his open neck!” — Amleth
“I swear. Father! I will avenge you, Father! I will save you, Mother! I will kill you, Fjölnir! I will avenge you, Father! I will save you, Mother! I will kill you, Fjölnir! I will avenge you, Father! I will save you, Mother! I will kill you, Fjölnir! I will avenge you, Father! I will save you, Mother! I will kill you, Fjölnir!” — Amleth
“To Valhöll! Never better. I am no one’s brother. It feeds the freezing river of hate that runs in my veins. There I will drown my father’s killer. Why speak you my fortune, witch? Release me.” — Amleth
“Who is this Fjölnir? I know of him. Why are his slaves bound for Iceland? Fjölnir rules over Hrafnsey. Father. Worry not. When I meet your owner, I will thank him for the warmth you gave me.” — Amleth
“What say you, spell speaker? I’ll show the shepherd his death. Take my hand! I have you! I will avenge you, Father. I will save you, Mother. I will kill you, Fjölnir.” — Amleth
“My fate has brought me here. To find what was stolen from me. A mother, a father, a kingdom. The traitor who stole my kingdom fled here when another king took it from him. I will leave when I’m done with him. Then you must face many foes.” — Amleth
Berserker Priest
“Your bear-minds burn in the bodies of men. Sons of the wolf Fenrir break free from your flesh. Wolves will howl in the storm of Ódinn. Warriors will fall as the Bear claw strikes. We will fight to Valhöll! ‘Til we return to human shape. Fearless, we shall drink blood from our enemies’ wounds. Together we will rage in the battlefields of corpses! The Father of War commands us– transform your skin, brothers. Slaughter-wolves, Berserkers, become your fury!”
“When we found you as a cub… … I knew then that you had a heart of cold iron.”
Olga
“Your sheep’s clothing does not disguise you, Northman. You wish to be a slave, hide your cunning. Show the shepherd you are a sheep.”
“Why would you stow away to such a hellish place? This ground harbors evil. And what is that? This is your kingdom? I am Olga of the Birch Forest. And, I, too, vow to escape this island. As do you. Would you face them alone? Your strength breaks men’s bones. I have the cunning to break their minds.”
King Aurvandil War-Raven
“Like a battle-dog returning to its master, I’ve come to be fettered by my queen’s fair locks. Prince Amleth, you have grown too old to be greeted as a child. But… a father never grows too old for a good smothering! How I’ve missed you, my son. Think not on Fjölnir. He’ll soon be with us.”
“This was worn round a prince’s neck when I found it. But it was destined for this prince. Wear it always with my love. Furnish this fierce-hearted slayer of men with some drink, that I might drink to him. Please you, brother. ‘Tis but a jest. A jest. Heimir keeps a foul tongue, yet I keep him as a deep-sworn friend. Come, brother. Here’s one more in need of your safekeeping than myself.”
“The enemy had a taste of my liver. Almost enough for Amleth to be marked my successor. I watched his innocence tonight. He must be awoken to what awaits him. He’s the same age as my grandfather when he took the throne.”
“No. Pray my luck-spirits see me to many war fields after I defeat this wound. I refuse to die in sickness nor live the long life of a shameful graybeard. I must die by the sword. I will die in honor.”
“This is the same path I walked with my father and he with his. Now it is our path to walk. Be not afraid, Amleth. Do as I do. Ah. I smell a clever pupil. At every passage, one should turn his eye round, one should spy round. Tell me, how did Ódinn lose his eye? Never seek the secrets of women, but heed them always. Live in honor. Safeguard your familial blood.”
“Should I fall by the enemy’s sword, you must avenge me or forever live in shame! Swear it. Approach, Amleth, and in our blood behold the tree of kings. Run! Run! Come for your carcass, you mongrels! Strike, brother, strike. But know that bearing a stolen ring makes no half-breed a king. Soaked in my blood, it will soon be sliding off your arm like a serpent. Your kingdom will not last. Let his misdeed haunt your living nights till a flaming vengeance gorges on your death. Strike. Strike! To Valhöll!”
Hrölfur
“These savages make for fine chattel, eh, Björnulfr? We did good.”
Queen Gudrún
“Never enter my chambers without invitation! Come. Ever are we bound, my lord. Will your brother not grace us with his presence?”
“Accept my cup, kinsman. Are you hurt? He is a puppy. That was different. He had to kill his uncle first. You have not seen your queen in a season. Come. Let me take you to our bed. Fret not. You will die in battle, my lord. The Gates of Valhöll await you, I know it.”
Fjölnir
“Onward, brother! Hail, Lord King.”
“Silence, dog! By Freyr, you slander your lord and mistress!”
“Thórir. Thórir! My son! To my brother, the War-Raven!”
“You behold your brother’s gaze in amazement. I knew well you would. Pity you never paid a bastard’s eyes heed before. Now… behold how swiftly your brother swings his sword.”
“Bring me the boy’s head!”
“What? What? No man knows if he will celebrate next yuletide as a king or as a slave. Best to be prepared for both. And to stave off the latter, the least you can do is show your slaves you’re as strong as they are. Go fetch us some whey. Think on what I said.”
Gunnar
“Why are we doing this? This. It’s slave work. You’re the chieftan. It’s your temple, and I’m the heir to this holy chiefdom. But no one’s watching us.”
Heimir
“Milady. Look how the queen’s cup grows wet for more men than her king. What metal might buy a fragrant sip. Sweet silver… or hard iron?”
“Who barks? Is it the wolves of the High One? Or is it the barking of the village dogs? Harken to me, you two-legged dogs. Drink the vision mead of knowledge. To learn what it is to live and die in honor. To be in battle slain and in death rewarded by the Valkyrjur’s embrace. The warrior maidens will carry you to the shimmering gates of Valhöll.”
“You are dogs that wish to become men. Prove you are not a dog. Not only are you a man, you dine like a king. And you, little cub, what are you? For a foe might be crouched within upon the floor. Wise in measure should each man be, yet wise enough to be the fool. It is women that know the mysteries of men. The Norns that spin and weave at their Well of Fate.”
“Live in honor. Know you what that mean, Amleth, son of Aurvandil? Now live always without fear, for your fate is set and you cannot scape it. This is the last tear you will shed in weakness. It will be given back when you most need it. Now, behold, as a man.”
Iceland
“The king, milady. The king. Hail, Raven King! War-Raven, hail! Hail, my lord! War-Raven, hail. Hail, ring giver! Come here. Go.”
“Hail, King Aurvandil War-Raven! Hail! Fjölnir’s back. The brute has arrived. The brute has arrived.”
“Skál!”
“King Aurvandil is dead! Long live King Fjölnir! Long live King Fjölnir! Hail, Lord King! Hail, Lord King! So you see him?”
“Over here. Cut him off! I’ll make it slow. Hail, Fjölnir, the Brotherless! Hail, King Fjölnir! Hail Fjölnir! Hail, King Fjölnir! King Fjölnir has found himself a queen. Fjölnir! Fjölnir my lord! The boy! The boy. The boy is dead. Dead in the sea. Sank like a stone.”
“No! What are you doing? Come now, come. Come here. Come here.”
“Too weak! I want strong ones! Not weak ones! Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama! Mama! Play, you idiot. Play!”
“These slaves go to Uppsala. Those to the market in Kiev. Send them to Constantinople. And these strong ones should make it all the way to Fjölnir’s post in Iceland.”
“Fjölnir the Brotherless. So-called after he killed his brother, the disgraced King Aurvandil War-Raven. He fled to the backwater frontier with his wife and son after King Haraldr of Norway took his kingdom. Fjölnir killed his brother for nothing. Now he’s a sheep farmer.”
“Bring those two ropes. Take your place. Ah, how can he get that number? He’s cheating. It is luck. Let’s see what you’ve got. It continues then. I’ve lost all my silver, then. Hold it strong! Stay on your feet!”
“Over there. Leave her here. Move! Bunch of corpses. Let him rot! The seagulls will eat him! They’re hungry! Move, swine!”
“You two, hold your traps! Walk on! Keep your shield arm up. I am. You’re… I am! You are not! Attack, Hjalti!”
Seers
“Hear me, Ódinn, All-Father of the gods. Summon the shadow of ages past, when the thread spinning Norns ruled the fates of men. Hear of a prince’s vengeance quenched at the fiery gates of Hel. A prince destined for Valhöll. Hear me.”
“Prowl in shadow, slayer of my people. Hide. Even though your brother stole my eyes… …I see you. It is not enough to be the man that never cries, Prince Amleth. The prince that turned from his fate. A beast that cares for naught. A beast that wrings tears from the eyes of men. Now remember for whom you shed your last teardrop. Remember the oath to right the wrong. Remember the Raven King. Remember. Remember, it contains the salty ocean you must sail upon to the edge of the world. It will take you on an island in the north where there will spring a burning lake, bursting from a black mountain’s peak.”
“Follow the vixen’s tail to the dwelling of the ancient one to seek the fated sword that matches your brutal rage. For where your path of ashes ends, another will begin her journey. A maiden king. You cannot scape what fate the Norns have spun. Now begone!”
