Mention of the unnamed berserker at Stamford Bridge makes me think that King Harald Hardrada, who led the Viking army there, deserves at least a footnote. While his death wasn't particularly spectacular, he deserves some kind of Lifetime Bad-Ass Achievement Award for having been everywhere and done everything and kicked everyone's asses while he was at it. In an era when straying more than a couple of miles from home was slightly riskier than playing blindfold chicken on the interstate, Hardrada had wandered all over present-day Russia, Poland, Sicily, and Bulgaria (the latter two in the service of the Emperor of Byzantium, where he headed up a unit of the Imperial Guard), before returning home to Norway to help himself to the throne. Despite the fact that he probably ate his meals with a broadsword instead of a knife and fork, and cracked men's skulls like candy just because he liked the sound, he was also remembered as a man of wisdom and some culture.He was also a big *****. During the final parley before Stamford Bridge, Harold Godwinson (king of England) offered his brother Tostig of Mercia (joint leader of the invaders) a few counties to settle the matter peacefully. When Tostig asked what Harold was prepared to offer his ally Hardrada, the king reportedly replied "Six feet of English ground or as much more as he needs, as he is taller than most men."