If you can eat lutefisk with a smile, you might be a viking.
If your notion of a delicacy is anything boiled or soaked in lye, you might be a viking.
If you routinely get your war helmet caught in doorways, you might be a viking.
If, when your wife puts on your war helmet and sings opera, everyone quits and goes home, you might be a viking.
If all that weird, motionless dirt under your feet makes you feel queasy, you might be a viking.
If you view Columbus day as as a sham, you might be a viking.
If the notion of an outdoor hottub in the snow turns you on, you might be a viking.
If you know how to fish, log, and build a house, all with the same handaxe, you might be a viking.
If your boat is more ornate than your house, you might be a viking.