The Son Of Ragnar



"King Ragnar, we will soon be arriving!" A Viking said; this was the man in charge of the navigation as not every Viking could traverse the seas.

The water was gentle, their fleet was not threatened by the wave.

Hagen has been focusing on his family but Floki was worried about his son.

Unlike his daughter, Floki was beginning to show that he was more of a trickster than a warrior.

His wife did not share the same concern as she saw this behaviour as normal, Floki was still a child but his trickery was becoming more and more worrisome.

Hagen left him in Kattegat as he did not know what kind of tricks his son would pull if he brought him on this expedition.

Hagen joined the moment he heard Ragnar was coming, but the thing about this was that Ragnar had built the boats that Hagen had given him the blueprint for when he returned to Kattegat.

He was amazed by how beautiful the boats looked even though his pride did not allow him to be accepted as a superior product but rather, inferior.

Night had fallen and Hagen was one of the few warriors that opted to stay awake despite the weather being chilly. 

They needed their rest because they did not know how long it was going to take to get to Northumbria. After all, this was an unexplored land.

The Vikings found themselves shaking with excitement, it has been forever since they fought like this. Side by side against people that were not of their land.

Heck, this was the first time for most of them so they were filled with excitement.

Hagen had his eyes on Rolf, Rolf was quiet and never spoke to anyone about anything.

He did not even look at them, he was trapped in his little world.

Humming and humming but that was the only thing he did. Rolf did not even sleep, he just looked at the vast sea. The air was humid and the water calm, it was like a meditative sort of ritual for Rolf.

Hagen did not know this boy's origin but he was young; for him to rise through the ranks as quickly as he did could only mean he had potential equal to or greater than that of the Ragnarssons.

Hagen was disappointed that Ulf was not selected, no one knew of his attempt to try and kiss Lagertha for it was kept among themselves.

But the trial that he violated the wife of another man almost ruined him but he managed to escape this.

Hagen needed to feed his curiosity and sat beside Rolf, who did not even pay any attention to his presence.

"I have not seen you around," Hagen started a conversation but the moment he said this, Rolf got up, walked a couple of paces away from him and sat down once again.

He continued humming but this time, rocking his head back and forth.

He had no interest in a conversation and he was making it known.

Hagen heaved a frustrated sigh, these youngsters were so rude and if he was younger, he would have definitely smacked some sense into him but their time was coming to an end.

Hagen realized he did invade his personal space so he had every right to react the way he did.

But he noticed one thing that was constant with this man and that was where he was looking.

Despite changing location, his eyes were still fixed at the same place.

Hagen looked in that direction and noticed he was looking at the boat that Bjorn and Tyr were in.

He understood that the Ragnarssons were warriors that were respected but something told him that this was not the case.

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Salgard watched the brothers in suspicion, he did not like that Bjorn was there because even if they were the children of Ragnar they had to follow protocol.

They were not above the rules and the only reason that Grjötgard allowed this was because he did not see any harm in it.

Grjötgard was a seasoned warrior that Salgard never questioned no matter what, this was the sort of respect that he held for his brother.

Salgard noticed how excited Thorgard looked and this was a look he did not like because it meant that he was being influenced by external factors.

Grjötgard liked this because it gave Thorgard a goal to reach, with rivals his potential was endless.

  Tyr was curious to see how strong Grjötgard was because he usually had a read on warriors but the feeling he got when he looked at this man was the same he felt when he looked at Gissur during their first exchange.

Everything in his body told him not to touch whatever this man was or he would be destroyed, it was an instinct that drove him.

The boats were getting closer and closer but they would not have arrived until a couple of days.

Thorgard joined the Ragnarssons conversation, he felt awkward but he knew what he needed to do.

He wanted to be among them, he wanted them to recognize him as a brother because unlike his, these were his age mates with accomplishments he might never see in this life.

Thorgard sat between them with a loud thump disrupting whatever conversation was ongoing in the process.

The brothers looked at him with confusion because he had no reason to do this.

"Hey, brothers!" Thorgard greeted excitedly and Tyr could not help but smile.

Thorgard was the Gardsson he liked the most because he reminded him of how he was during simpler times.

"Hey right back at you!" Tyr greeted him with Bjorn chuckling, the atmosphere changed as they wanted Thorgard to feel among them. They did not want him to feel left out because he was the future of the Gardssons with them being the future of the Ragnarssons so this would provide a bond for future generations. This would prove to serve as a link to make them allies for generations to come.