Floki giggles, and Helga just looks at them as if they're just a pair of silly boys no older than Ragnar's sons.

"I'm sure you will," she says, and she turns around in Floki's arms, reaching up to bring his face down to her level so she can kiss him. "Now go run along and play."

"The lady of the house has spoken, Ragnar," Floki says with a grin, and he starts moving off toward the dense forest surrounding the house.