The Son Of Ragnar

Gudrun slept in Tyr's arms throughout the night, this felt a lot more intimate than actual sex because Tyr did not know how to tell her he was not interested but luckily, he did not need to because she felt the same way.

She was being pressured by her father because he knew who Tyr was and no one in their right mind would not want their name associated with Tyr, but Kolbeinn kept his true identity a secret.

Gudrun woke up first and to her horror, Tyr was not waking up and his body temperature had shot through the roof.

He was having a terrible fever but this was random because he did not show any symptoms the night before. Gudrun quickly rushed to get a wet towel at the break of dawn.

Everyone was passed out on the floor, Gudrun knew that they would be no use at this point and focused on Tyr's health.

She recalled his warm embrace and how he did not attempt to have his way with her even though he could without any consequence due to Kolbeinn advertising his daughter like a priced goods to Tyr, going as far as manipulating his daughter to do so.

Gudrun noticed something strange soon after and that was the door of the room they stayed in being slightly open, she shut it soon after and suspected that the reason Tyr got so sick was because the cold had seeped in.

Gudrun was hysterical and she popped her head out to look for Nora, she was the girl that had entered the house with Tyr, she was also of his clan as she did not want to be alone with Tyr if the worst possible scenario hit.

Nora was awake, she noticed Gudrun run and gestured to ask her what was going on.

Gudrun hysterically gestured for her to come and Nora did so without hesitation to see Try unconscious and luckily, she had a method to combat fever in such devastating weather.

But it would put Tyr's mind in a trance-like state because she understood that fevers were dangerous, especially in the Viking era when they lacked medicine.

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Tyr woke up in a tent, but for some reason, this felt a lot more lucid and vivid.

Something was strange, Tyr could not distinguish if this was a dream or reality.

He had regressed into an eleven-year-old boy, he was taken aback as to where he was.

He heard a noise outside of his tent and before he knew it, he found himself outside of the tent.

And it was not the chaotic scene he had grown used to in these nightmares.

The sun shone brightly, almost blinding as he had to use his hand to shield his face from the rays. The ground was grassy and full of life, the opposite of the desolate ground that once manifested in these dreams.

"What is going on?" Tyr said, but he realized there was a full-grown man in front of him.

Tyr looked up and at last, he could make out the appearance of this individual.

He was a very muscular dark-skinned man with light brown eyes with his black hair styled into a mohawk. Multiple red markings ran along his limbs.

But the look in his eyes was not one of compassion, but of pure hatred, he was staring Tyr down and this was sending all the wrong signals down Tyr's spine.

"B-Brother!" A voice called out behind the man and Tyr managed to slip away from this man, what stood out about him was the hundred sword wounds on his body.

Tyr thought he had gotten away but he felt a firm grip on his hair, yanking him backward. Dragging and tossing him onto the floor, it was the larger man.

"Y-You monster…" The man blurted out, his eyes were bloodshot, and the veins protruding from the side of his head looked like he was about to have an aneurysm at any moment.

"Father! Don't!" The voice that had called out to him earlier said and Tyr looked up at the man.

"Father? This man is my father?" Tyr questioned, he was confused why he held so much hatred for his son, but it was because he killed his mother at birth.

"You should not have been born! It should have been you and not her! You monster," The father screamed as he began punching Tyr's face. Tyr lost consciousness with the first blow because this man's strength was on another level especially when he was an eleven-year old.

Tyr woke up and he saw a man watching over him, his face was swollen and his body felt like it would give in at any moment.

"You are awake…." A voice said, it was the voice of his supposed brother.

"I thought you would not wake up this time…." He tried to crack a joke but it was too lame to make Tyr even crack a smile, not in his current condition.

"I am sorry, that was lame. I am sorry I could not protect you... Father was not always like this…" His brother said, Tyr managed to open his swollen eyes to see the boy before him.

He looked like an older version of Tyr, and his light brown eyes complimented his black afro.

But Tyr could not believe he was trying to justify their father's action and gnawed his teeth because that was the only thing he could do.

"Father does love you, brother. He loves us…" The older brother kept talking but the more he spoke, the angrier Tyr got.

"He didn't mean to hurt you…" His brother kept defending his father's action and when Tyr felt his rage build.

He tried to scream but the moment he did, he found himself standing over the dead bodies of both his father and brother and in his hand was a bloodied weapon.

"I remember now…." Tyr muttered under his breath with a crazed look in his eyes. The voice that has been talking to him in his nightmares was.... him.