Original subtitles

(horn music)

♫ He's Vic the Viking

♫ Sailing the seas, it's Vic the Viking

♫ Full of ideas, it's Vic the Viking

♫ Say, won't you take us with you, please

♫ He's Vic the Viking

♫ With new adventures, Vic the Viking

♫ Battle the dangers, Vic the Viking

♫ Bring every enemy to his knees

♫ Vic the Viking

(playful music)

(grunting)

(snoring)

(yawning)

- Argh, oh, ah.

- Haha!

That's it, I'm the greatest warrior in the region.

And you, Halvar, the greatest of your measly little village.

- Hmm.

It's not fair, I slipped.

That's not a standard regulation size table.

- Oh, my victory hymn.

I don't get to sing it.

- [Henchmen] Baltec, Baltec, meaner than a wolf pack!

- You shouldn't mind, papa.

Next time it will be your turn.

- [Henchmen] He's got muscle, he's got beef,

he's our leader, he's our chief.

- You're right, son, a viking never gets discouraged.

Argh.

Baltec, I challenge you to a real wrestling match.

Then we'll see who is the greatest warrior

of the region.

- Haha, I accept the challenge, hehe.

Rendezvous tomorrow in Flake Square.

And let's say that the winner gets all the gold

of the losing village.

- You have a whole day to train, you can win.

123, 124, 125,

come on, dad, two more rounds of that.

(tired breathing)

- Can we take a break?

- We carry on.

(dramatic music)

- Agh!

(heavy panting)

- He'll never manage it.

Baltec is gonna take all our gold.

- I've also composed a little defeat hymn.

- The stars are sulking.

The signs are disastrous.

All my oracles point to woe and despair.

This is a very dark day for Flake.

- Haha, the happiest day of my life!

I'm a daddy!

- [Group] Again?

- My wife just had a baby!

- Oh, ha, the birth of a future warrior.

That deserves a little visit from the village chief,

don't you think?

Whoa!

- Okay, papa, let's take a little break.

- Agh.

- It's my boy, my very own son.

I'm the luckiest dad on earth.

- A real little viking.

(babytalking)

Congratulations, Tjure.

We're going to have a big celebration.

(cheering)

- Papa, I'm sorry, but if you want

to be in shape for tomorrow.

- Yes, but nothing prevents us from celebrating.

(cheering)

- Hold on there, Tjure.

Your wife is exhausted.

She needs to rest a while.

And to see that she does,

you and the baby are going to sleep at our place.

- But, sweetheart, I have my match tomorrow.

- Goo goo goo.

Darling, you can fight all you want.

As long as you don't forget to change the baby's nappies

and give him his bottle.

See you tomorrow, little angel.

- And the feast?

(baby crying)

(baby screaming)

- [Villager] Have you quite finished?

There are people who want to sleep here.

- No question about it.

His personality is just like his father's.

Ouch!

- Enough, men, this is serious.

Does anyone know how to look after a baby?

Anyone?

- Maybe he's hungry?

Yummy yummy for the tummy.

(giggling)

- No no no, when a baby cries like that, he's thirsty.

Right, big boy?

- Surely Odin has sent us this creature to test us.

- Let me deal with that.

Hey, son of Tjure.

I, Halvar, chief of Flake, command you to be silent.

(baby screaming)

Uh, ha, whoopsy doo, whoopsy doo.

Take it easy, peasy.

(blubbering)

(giggling)

(smacking lips)

What?

It's working, isn't it?

Okay, beddy byes.

(baby screaming)

(baby screaming)

- Well, Halvar is gonna bounce him all night

and we can finally get some sleep.

- That's no...

(baby screaming)

good, because if I don't get some sleep,

tomorrow Baltec's going to

(smacks lips)

knock me silly.

- And all we will have to say is goodbye to our gold.

The famine will fall on our village.

- Unless, with a little help and handiwork from Tjure,

here's what we're going to do.

(baby giggling)

(popping sound)

- You're a genius, my boy.

- Except that I'm not going to pedal all night, am I?

- Shh, you're gonna wake the baby.

- He's right, off to bed.

(lullaby music)

(yawning)

(snoring)

(baby screaming)

- Halvar of Flake, the greatest warrior in the country

is going to show you what you're really made of!

(silly music)

(yawning)

- Attack!

Ho!

(laughing)

(gasps)

(laughing)

(groaning)

- Your challenges are getting annoying, Halvar.

This one is really stupid.

- [Group] Halvar, Halvar, Halvar, Halvar, Halvar!

Halvar, Halvar!

- Attack!

- He's done for.

Let's say goodbye to all our gold.

And all that thanks to Tjure and his pesky baby.

- Halvar, Halvar, Halvar, Halvar!

- I got it!

- Halvar!

(whispering)

- Hey, Halvar, the ground is waiting for you.

Indeed, I am the greatest warrior in the country.

- [Vic] Wait!

- Huh?

- Baltec, you should challenge the real champion of Flake,

not his second.

Unless you are afraid to lose.

(laughing)

- Lose, me?

I haven't gotten my exercise for the day.

Where is this ferocious warrior?

(dramatic music)

So, you're the terror?

(giggling)

I'm gonna make mincemeat out of you.

- Uh, uh, no, it isn't me.

In fact, I'm just his bodyguard.

(lullaby music)

- Hahaha, a baby?

You insolent little boy,

you dare make fun of Baltec the Great?

(baby screaming)

Ah, no!

Mercy!

(baby screaming)

No!

Tell it to stop!

I can't stand crying, it gives me a headache!

(baby giggling)

- It's over, papa, Baltec lost.

- Where is this pretentious, I'm going to, uh.

- Did you see that?

It was my son, the greatest warrior.

- It's true, I was mistaken.

He doesn't take after you at all.

- Ugh.

- Raise your drinking horns,

filled with delicious groot juice.

Thanks to Vic, Baltec with his big mouth

scattered like a scared rat.

To Vicky!

- [Group] To Vicky!

(baby crying)