The season for the History Channel TV show is over, and I’ll admit I could use a breather. Although I loved every episode, it was becoming increasingly difficult to enjoy my ritual of popcorn while watching. The plot, as well as the characters and weather, grew darker and darker, bloodier and bloodier—a deadly plague, adultery, hedonism, human sacrifice. The latter, with blood draining into a collection bowl, caused my stomach to regret my choice for a snack.
Other fans don’t seem to welcome the respite as I do.
Noticing this sign, some apparently have embodied the show’s spirit, determined
to carry the banner, yield sword and shield.
Despite my squeamishness, I’m still enthralled with Viking lore
and investigated the proclaimed fate of intruders to this dwelling. The ribs of
the victim will be cut along the spine, separating the bones in such a way that
they poke out through his or her back to give an illusion of a bloody eagle’s
wings. Definitely not a popcorn moment.
But…I still dream of being a shield maiden and come season
two, I’ll be back for more, sans popcorn.
