"Kanskje fordi jeg er en strid drittsekk. Eller, kanskje fordi jeg ikke setter pris på å bli trukket fra min hird? Eller..."
Floki stopped, and shrugged, tapping his chin thoughtfully while Niklaus continued speaking. Whatever had brought him here had to be powerful, that much he would concede. Perhaps it would be best not to immediately anger it; it would do him little good if he was killed for obstinacy before he could figure out a way back to Ragnar. At the very least, he should probably see this 'safe place', figure out what there was here worth plundering. His eyes widened when his companion explained where they were.
"Langt vest? Lenger vest enn England?" Floki's eyes widened, and he laughed delightedly, clapping his hands together. "Så jeg har vært lenger enn Ragnar drømte... Hvem er kongen her? I hvilken falske guder ikke klamre han?