The Son Of Ragnar



Tyr was an adult and this was perfect considering the kind of commitment he was expected to enter. 

He had approached Rogaland on horseback, thanks to Bjorn as this eliminated his fatigue but at such a young age, Tyr's body was already riddled with scars.

Nora and Finn looked excited as they were not originally from these lands so leaving that area and exploring the rest of the Viking world with such a capable leader was refreshing. 

They looked starstruck at how massive the gates of Rogaland were but Tyr did not look impressed as it was something he saw regularly back in the day. 

The gates sprung open the moment they saw Tyr and this was a surprise as they did not even wait for King Rugalf to formally give permission. 

This was because Rugalf had given them explicit instruction to open the gate whenever Tyr decided to come without hesitation. After all, Tyr was a guest of utmost honour. 

Tyr looked around and the air smelled different, he had fought for years and survived like a caveman but this was his reward at the end of that struggle. 

Tyr was welcomed like a lost Prince as he could not believe the reception he was getting. 

The Vikings looked at him with admiration and respect, Tyr realized then just how significant his return from the dead was. 

"Tyr Ragnarsson, it is an honour to meet you…" A Man greeted Tyr, who abruptly unmounted his horse to show his respects as a first impression was important.

"Thank you for having me, I am here on King Rugalf's invitation…" Tyr said and the man smiled before saying. 

"I know, my brother has been expecting you," The man said and Tyr was glad that he showed him basic etiquette as he would never have realized that he was talking to King Rugalf's brother. 

Tyr knew the tradition, and that was leaving his company behind unless explicitly allowed by King Rugalf himself otherwise they had no business listening to private discussions. 

This man before him was beautiful, he looked like an actual lady with long silky black hair and luscious eyelashes that sat gently around his piercing brown eyes. 

Heck, he looked more like a lady than Nora.

Tyr did not understand how a man could look so beautiful, to begin with, but he had no interest in probing any further. 

Tyr followed him, he looked back to tell Nora and Finn to remain here but the Vikings around them were a lot friendlier than he accounted for but this was a breath of air considering that they have been locked in battles before now. 

Such an atmosphere was a welcomed change. 

"May I ask your name?" Tyr questioned as he followed Rugalf's brother. If he was going to stay here, he would rather be on everyone's good side. 

"I am Salgard Gardsson," The 24-year-old introduced himself to Tyr right before opening the door to the throne room for Tyr to walk inside. 

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Salgard.." Tyr said but he found the smile constantly on his face a little unnerving as it made it difficult to know what he was thinking.

Tyr walked into the throne room and this had to be the biggest throne room he had ever seen. 

He was surprised by its size but this wasn't the thing he should have been focused on. 

King Rugalf was on the throne with a girl by his side, a place where the Queen was meant to be seated but this could not be the Queen, she was approximately the same age as him.

Tyr was about to get on one knee but he remembered what his biological father had told him about kneeling and luckily for him, King Rugalf had no problems with him standing but the girl beside him did. 

"Kneel! You are before a King, thrall!" Estrid barked like a deranged dog, she did not like the look in Tyr's eyes as it almost felt like he thought they were equals. 

This infuriated her and all Rugalf could do was laugh at his daughter. 

Tyr stared at her blankly because he knew she was a brat from the moment she opened her mouth but there was a feeling of nostalgia to her nagging 

It reminded him a lot about Kahina. 

"Tyr Ragnarsson, I want to formally welcome you to Rogaland and I am most interested in how you rose from the dead," Rugalf was polite as he stood up from his throne but the look on Estrid's face was priceless.

"D-Dead?" She blurted out, her skin turning pale as her gaze settled on Tyr. 

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN DEAD!? HE IS CLEARLY BREATHING! FATHER! THAT HAS TO BE AN OBVIOUS LIE TO GAIN YOUR FAVOR SO HE MAY WED ME!" Estrid nagged.

She was infuriated that her father was so easy to deceive with fancy words because there was no way in hell this was true.

Rugalf liked how outspoken his daughter was and encouraged it, Tyr's face tightened the moment he saw that Estrid would be the one he was marrying as he sat on the chair across Tyr with only a table separating them. 

"Not to be rude, King Rugalf but do you have any other daughter?" Tyr requested and Estrid's face shot red.

One could feel the fumes leaving her body as she was livid by the audacity that Tyr possessed. 

"You slave! I should have you executed for such blasphemy! I am the prettiest girl in this kingdom and I will not tolerate any disrespect from a bastard!" Estrid barked, Rugalf knew he could step in but he knew how important this moment might prove going forward so he held his tongue. 

"I saw a dozen prettier girls before I even unmounted my horse but if that is what you want to believe, be my guest…" Tyr responded in an unimpressed tone. 

"FATHER! YOU ARE LETTING HIM TALK TO ME LIKE THAT! TELL HIM I AM THE PRETTIEST GIRL IN ROGALAND!" Estrid barked, trying to drag her father into the mess she had created because she was used to people kissing her ass and mistook Tyr for one of those people.

"And do not call me a slave or I will k-" Rugalf immediately grabbed Tyr's head and smashed it right into the table, splitting the table in half. 

"F-Father?" Estrid muttered because she knew even this was going a bit overboard.

"What was that?" Rugalf thought to himself, his body had reacted on its own the moment he sensed Tyr's killing intent.

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