The Son Of Ragnar



Frøygard was resting when the commotion broke out, his instinct surprisingly was not to hide but rather wanted to safeguard the citizens. 

He did not want them caught in the crossfire as he was beginning to regain himself, he could not risk getting Salgard angry as his face was still bruised from the beating he had gotten. 

Frøygard was angry that he was slowly becoming the black sheep of the family, no one was taking him seriously and he knew he needed to change that soon.

The noises outside affected his concentration, and he knew he needed to see what was going on. 

The noise got closer and closer, and with it, bodies dropped in turn. 

"What is going on?" Frøygard questioned but he got no response. 

His door soon sprung open and Frøygard was relieved when he saw a familiar face, it was the guard responsible for guarding his door.

"R-Run…" He warned before falling to the ground, dead but Frøygard could not retreat. 

There was nowhere to run, to begin with, Frøygard was trapped in the confines of his room but luckily, he was not unarmed as a small knife lay on his bedside table. 

Frøygard rushed to get it, and before he could turn back, he saw three hefty men enter his room. 

He could tell who they were by their crest, these were Gryting's men but why were they here to begin with?

"What do you want!?" Frøygard questioned.

But the men lunged at him with every intent to take his life, but Frøygard had no intentions of running. 

He was a Gardsson and in no way weak, Frøygard had every intention of fighting them.

The first man that tried to stab was easily disarmed and simultaneously impaled right in the neck. 

Frøygard now had a weapon in hand, exempting the knife he had in the other. 

"Do you bastards know who I am!? I am Frøygard! A brother of King Rugalf!" Frøygard shouted as he was pumped, he felt invincible as some alcohol was still in him. 

Frøygard had no problems cutting them down with little to no hesitation, he killed the three men but he wanted more blood. 

Frøygard was in a frenzy and he stepped out of the room to see the carnage that ensued.

Frøygard looked angry that this was even happening, the audacity of these men.

To think they thought they could kill him, Frøygard was a formidable warrior even when he was not at a hundred percent.

He saw multiple bodies around, some were severely injured, others dead. 

"Frøygard Gardsson…." A man called out, Frøygard's eyes darted at the door, the only door blocking his way outside. Frøygard could tell with a single look that this was not an average warrior, to say the least. 

"Who the fuck are you?" Frøygard asked and the man simply smiled while saying. 

"I am the man who will take your life," The man threatened but Frøygard did not look impressed. 

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Tyr went in search of Estrid and something concerned him, she was no longer at the location that she initially was in and he could see signs of struggle.

Tyr could feel his heart pumping, he knew that he could not lose Estrid and followed the trail diligently but in his path, he saw multiple bodies.

There was no way that Estrid was the one that killed these men and judging from the wounds, it was someone extremely proficient in using a sword. 

Tyr knew he could not lose her, not now or ever so this was his top priority. 

He soon ran into an injured enemy, this was his chance to find out what happened.

Tyr grabbed him by the collar, shaking him to get his attention as it felt like he would lose consciousness at any moment, this was something that could not happen or information would be lost. 

"Where is Estrid!?" Tyr barked but the man was in a dazed state, barely able to hear the words coming out of Tyr's mouth until Tyr struck him across the face and asked again. 

"E-Estrid… She w-was taken…" The man blurted out but by who? This at least confirmed she was alive but her safety would depend heavily on who took her. 

"Who took her!?" Tyr asked.

"A-A m-man with an…."' The man could not complete his sentence unfortunately as he passed on. 

Tyr struck him in a bid to wake him up.

"A MAN WITH WHAT!?" He shouted but he got no response. All he managed to do with this was to draw nearby enemies to himself but before they could converge on his location, Tyr was gone.

Tyr was quite good at evasive manoeuvres, a skill he honed during his exile as he saw that the men that circled his previous location had the same crest on as the man that died. 

This meant that they were most likely looking for whoever was responsible as well.

Tyr was getting exhausted, he wanted to rest and he did not even know how all this happened. 

Oh right, it was his wedding. Maybe if Estrid did not marry him then none of this would have happened.

"Yeah right…" Tyr quickly rubbished that idea with a smirk as he stepped out in the open to face the enemies he had seemingly hidden from. 

"Now… Which one of you will tell me where my wife is?" Tyr asked right before charging at them. 

He ran right through the middle and it made it hard for them to swing their sword without the risk of hitting one another. 

Tyr cut them down without mercy, each time he swung his blade, a head flew and they could not land a hit on him due to how nimble he was. 

Tyr killed almost everyone, leaving only two alive albeit severely injured. 

"Which one of you will tell me where my wife was?" Tyr asked and he noticed one of the men trying to get smart with him so he severed the hand with the weapon, kicking the severed limb away. 

"If you do not tell me, you will never see the gates of the All-Father…" Tyr's voice was cold and this was the one thing that every warrior feared as it would make their life meaningless but Tyr was going to get his answer one way or the other.