"And the really big ships!" he echoes with a giggle.

Which sort of starts a brief coughing fit, and he winces at the pain in his chest, even though he remains stubbornly undaunted by it.

Helga comes over with a cup in her hand.

"Look at you two, plotting and planning like little boys," she says, as she helps Floki lift his head to drink his medicine.

"Wait, is this the one that tastes like reindeer piss?" he asks, before putting his lips to the cup.

"No, not this one. You'll drink that one later before supper."

Floki lays his head back on the pillow. "Always something to look forward to, Ragnar," he chuckles.