The Son Of Ragnar



The battle had resulted in defeat for Tyr and his men, Tyr had fallen in battle to save the majority of his troops because he understood as long as they had numbers, they had a fighting chance. 

Jökull was interested in Tyr, the man that emerged victorious against two monsters.

The troops remained, attending to their wounded and killing the enemies that remained.

They celebrated, cheering and screaming like beasts.

The battle around all battlefields did not last up to thirty minutes, it was heavily one-sided despite the precautions that they had taken.

Jökull arrived where Sighvatur was waiting, he never joined the battle and the men he had standing idle were in great proportions, it was insane to think that this was not his full strength yet he crushed the enemies with no effort whatsoever.

"Chieftain, we have secured victory and we have brought back Tyr Ragnarsson for he still lives," Jökull said bluntly, he had bowed his head in respect but Sighvatur looked especially disappointed with Skaði's failed attempt at killing Tyr and her current state.

He could not believe a child could kill his son and injure a high-ranking warrior in his clan even though she was partly injured.

"Skaði, what is the meaning of this? You told me you took care of him…" Sighvatur said, seated on a wooden chair with a drink in front of him, he had no plans of joining the battle judging by this state.

"I-I thought I did, he must have found a way to fool us!" Skaði barked, she immediately got defensive because she knew what Sighvatur was implying.

"If I may, Chieftain…" Jökull requested and Sighvatur permitted him with a raised finger.

"It was not Skaði's fault because the men that escaped reported the same thing, they reported his death which means that the assassin's blade struck him without a doubt or he would have disproved this in his report when he returned. I have fought Tyr, he is a skilled warrior that has the potential to even injure me…" Jökull was quick to disprove what Sighvatur was driving at not because he cared about what happened to her, but because Sighvatur was failing to see just how much of a threat this young warrior posed even though he was pulling back his punches to not kill him.

"Tyr Ragnarsson is strong, very strong. I do not wish to see his journey end here…" Jökull said and this surprised everyone listening considering that Tyr had killed Sturla.

"Explain yourself Jökull…" These were the only words that escaped his lips.

"Tyr Ragnarsson is far more valuable alive than he is dead. I asked myself why everyone wants him dead, and it dawned on me. Everyone fears his potential… If he was able to kill Sturla, your son…" Jökull paused because he knew he was trending on dangerous grounds the moment he mentioned his son but it had to be said.

"A child having the power to win over the hearts of people that have sworn their lives to you should not be taken lightly. I want you to consider taking him under your wing… He killed Sturla so he is worthy to take his place, and with him on our side, I am certain we can absorb the clan we are at war with…" Jökull said, and his thoughts were sound.

Sighvatur could see the logic behind his thoughts because there was no doubt that Tyr could become an indispensable asset to them if they could sway him but they would also become targets of the other kingdoms.

Fighting against an entire kingdom was a lot different than fighting against a clan with limited men and resources, the scale of Vestftold's war was on a degree and scale that they could not possibly conceive.

"I have heard you, Jökul and I have concluded…" Sighvatur said as he got up from his chair, and looked right at Tyr.

"I am not going to give him to Vingulmark or Kattegatt…" Sighvatur said and Jökull was satisfied with this response from him because he knew Sighvatur was logical when it came to such things.

"I have decided to sentence Tyr Ragnarsson….. to death." Sighvatur handed him his sentence and Jökull looked disappointed by his Chieftain's response but he expected it.

"Very well, Chieftain…" Jökull said, raising his sword as he prepared to decapitate the unconscious child but Sighvatur stopped him.

"No Jökull, he will not be slain like a dog. If he truly killed my son, he deserves a warrior's death. Execution by combat will decide this…" Sighvatur said and Jökull was content with this decision.

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ραпdαn૦νel Kolbeinn had retreated, hours had passed and they thought that they were safe, away from the jaws of danger. Kolbeinn felt bad doing this considering Tyr was fighting on a different battlefield but he was certain that Tyr would perceive that they could not win the battle and just because they lose this battle does not mean the war is lost.

"A-Are we safe?" Gudrun asked her father and Kolbeinn was not even sure of this, he knew that they did not give chase but their enemy was Sighvatur, someone who acted like he had some sort of foresight.

Kolbeinn was paranoid, and he had every right to but he soon realized that his suspicions were valid as he could hear people advancing from the other side.

"ADVANCE MEN! LEAVE NONE OF THEM ALIVE!" Aksel's voice echoed, and Kolbeinn realized at that moment that their chances of survival had eclipsed zero.

"W-What?!" Kolbeinn exclaimed because his men were exhausted already.

"Wait! Do not kill the women! We will use them to soothe our balls!" Aksel's voice echoed and Kolbeinn knew at that moment that this was a battle that could not be lost or his daughter would suffer a fate worse than that of a slave.

Kolbeinn's panicking face became stern as he pointed his sword in that direction and with a voice no one has ever heard him speak in before, he gave a single command.

"Kill them all…"

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