Loki_Six

I dreamed of a stranger, who was a man, but he had no face. Or none that I could well see. There was snow on the ground and he was walking towards me through the snow, so his footsteps made no sound. His arms were outstretched, and in one hand, he carried a ball of flaming snow. His other hand was covered in bright blood. And the blood left a trail in the snow behind him. And the drops were smoking in the frozen ground. ...We have all dreamed the same dream.

"Okay, so let's say this bag of potato chips is Krakozhia and this apple is the Liberty Rebels. Okay? [smashes the bag with the apple spraying chips all over Viktor] No more Krakozhia!"

"I cannot see another child, no matter how far I look. I see a harvest celebrated in blood. I see a trickster whose weapon cleaves you. I see a city made of marble. And a burning broiling ocean. ...It is the way of the prophecy. Only to be understood when it has happened and it is too late to change it. "

"Power is always dangerous. It attracts the worst. And corrupts the best. I never asked for power. Power is only given to those who are prepared to lower themselves to pick it up."

"When the God Loki had done something terribly bad, the other gods took him to a nasty dark cave. And there they chained him on three sharp rocks, and above him they fastened a vile snake so that its poison would drip, drip, drip forever on Loki's face. Now, you wouldn't want that to happen to you, would you?"

"It's nothing personal. Although, I don't like you as a person."

Bjorn reminds me of Odin's favourite son, Balder. The Gods made everyone swear an oath that he would be safe. Nothing could injure Odin's favourite son. The Gods even tested the oaths. They threw stones at him, darts, struck him with axes, and slashed at him with swords, but it seems nothing could harm Balder. Everyone rejoiced that it was impossible to hurt Balder. All except Loki. The sly one watched with distaste and impatience. And it sickened him to see how Balder was immune from all sorts of attacks. The sly one knew he had to find a way to kill him.

"The sons of Ragnar Lothbrok will be spoken of as long as men have tongues to speak. One of them will marry the daughter of a king. Another will discover and sail around the sea that has no tides. All this, and more, have I foreseen."

"Always remember to finish off your opponent, if you can. No man ever ran away with his entrails hanging to his knees, or his head cut off."

Floki: But warriors don't show their heart, until the axe reveals it. Bjorn Lothbrok: You are so wise, Floki. Floki: I'm not wise at all. I'm just a joker.