The Son Of Ragnar

Another day came to an end and Tyr's sickness was gone but he had a wound that now needed healing so he was not at a hundred percent.

The relationship he had with Gudrun deepened because he had unknowingly played into her fantasy of being saved.

Gudrun could defend herself in reality but she gambled on Tyr's earlier words, she wanted to see if they were just words or if he meant everything that came out of his mouth that day.

Kolbeinn was making war preparations, giving each of his men a weapon of their choice from the inventory.

Kolbeinn knew it was inevitable that they would be attacked but he wanted to be the one to launch an attack.

But Tyr was injured, and Kolbeinn could not stress just how important his presence would be in the upcoming war.

Tyr had been acknowledged by everyone but no one could tell that this same boy was becoming mentally unstable with each passing nightmare.

Each nightmare he had, brought him closer to a version of himself that was locked away for good reasons but the fragments were coming together gradually.

Tyr was losing his identity but the only thing he knew connected who he was before Kattegat and who he is right now was blood.

The need to kill, that insatiable hunger as he slowly came to develop his primal instincts.

Only a few warriors possessed this, true warriors that were forged from the ashes of the fallen gods.

Tyr was one of these warriors but did this mean he could escape the fate that awaited him should he cross swords with Gissur?

That was to be seen as Gissur was an enemy that Tyr could not even begin to conceive his strength.

A man whose primal instinct made Erik look like a child, for he had honed it to perfection.

Primal instincts are traits that allow warriors instinctively gauge the strength and danger of an enemy or situation, giving them an analytical edge.

Tyr had only just become aware of this skill after his dream despite passively displaying it in previous battles.

Kolbeinn had assigned people at the parameters set up, he had amped up security as he had gotten too comfortable with not being a target until now.

Now, he had to act like a Chieftain and not some passive-aggressive clan that clung to survival by feeding off the carcasses left by the hunters.

Now, it was time to hunt and feed.

-

Night fell and the camp was quiet.

The days of booze, partying, and orgies were over.

Right now, they needed to stand strong.

Gudrun stayed with Tyr in what had now become his private room, and she knew that this was the person she wanted to lose her virginity to.

Tyr did not think much about sex but even he was subject to puberty so the thought did cross his mind.

Gudrun crawled up to him under his sheets and tried initiating but she was stopped abruptly by Tyr.

"Why?" She questioned defeated.

"This might be the last time we have together," Gudrun said because, with war, no one knew the outcome.

She wanted to lose it to Tyr so she may pass on with no regrets but all she got in response was a mocking laugh from Tyr.

"You think I will die?" Tyr asked but he got no response from Gudrun, only watching her avert her gaze.

"Who can tell with these things?" Gudrun responded, it was clear she had fallen for Tyr.

She was not here just because her father ordered her anymore, she was here because she genuinely cared about him.

"I can tell you. I'm the son of Ragnar. The boy that slayer a King and a Beast. If anyone threatens what hold dear…" Tyr said, turning to look at Gudrun, repositioning her face with his cold hand.

"I will kill them with these hands…" Tyr said; he could feel himself connecting with her at this very moment.

His heart was beating fast and suddenly, her lips looked a lot more desirable than they did moments ago.

Gudrun could feel it too, and she made the bold first move by leaning to which Tyr reciprocated, leaning in.

But a loud bang interrupted what would have been Tyr's first kiss, and this was the earth-shaking sound of lightning descending from the skies.

"It is almost like the gods don't want us to kiss…" Tyr joked and Gudrun giggled.

"I think knowing you would kiss me is enough," Gudrun was satisfied with how this ended as she snuggled up even tighter.

-

The hours went by, but the moon still illuminated the dark skies.

A man, huffing and puffing beside another, was dressed the same as the man that had attacked Tyr a day before but who were they?

"How did it go?" The taller man questioned the shorter man that had done the deed.

"We will know soon enough, this is the meeting place, right?* The shorter man responded, he looked exhausted but one could not blame him considering he was on the run for close to a day despite not going far from the camp in actuality, this was the advantage of covering one's track.

"You did not kill the girl!?" The taller man asked, the aggression in his voice showed just how important them completing their mission was.

"If you thought it would be that easy, such a condition would not have been attached to it!" The shorter man fired back, he was the one that had been in harm's way, and his partner had no business talking to him like that.

"This is the only way…" The shorter man said.

"He is right, this was the only way…" A voice echoed in the distance but these two men did not seem to be on guard.

The individual slowly came into view as both men hurriedly removed their hoods and bowed their heads.

"You have passed the test, welcome to the clan." The person revealed to be responsible was Tyr Ragnarsson with Noa and Isak acting on his orders to 'kill' Gudrun.