Floki's eyelids are growing heavy and his breathing is a little uneven, but he smiles up at his old friend with that irrepressible, impish grin.

"Ragnar. I should have been dead. For a while I thought I was dead. And when I was dead, I had a dream about you. About us. About all the magnificent ships I would build for you, and all the wonderful places we shall sail to. I saw it all, Ragnar. It truly is our destiny."