The Son Of Ragnar



Days passed and they were still at sea, the warriors began to question if there was truly land beyond as they were told.

Hunger was setting in as the provisions were running low, things were not looking good.

This was the quickest way to destroy an army, hunger does things to the mind and body that were out of one's control.

Everyone was afflicted by it but they kept their mouth shut as they believed that there was something at the end of this journey that would make everything worth it.

Or so it was believed.

"I CANNOT TAKE THIS ANYMORE!" A Viking shouted but this was a Viking in Tyr's boat.

It was one of his own, he was losing his mind and no one could blame him.

"WE HAVE BEEN TRAVELING FOR DAYS AND WE ARE YET TO SEE LAND! WE ARE SAILING TO OUR DEATHS!" The man complained as everyone silently listened to him vent.

If he was that frustrated, he should prioritize conserving his strength yet here he was, making a scene.

Tyr thought he should say something but he was not the leader and something told him that Grjötgard would not appreciate that.

He looked over his shoulder and Bjorn was fast asleep, this was the most effective way to conserve one's strength and that was hibernating.

Tyr gulped, he hated that he could not sleep or he would dream about his death once again.

This instilled a feeling of fear in his heart, it was not dying that frightened him but rather how he died that troubled him.

Everyone was quiet, this man was saying what they all thought and Grjötgard knew it.

This was the last thing they needed and that was discord, Grjötgard knew he had to squash it before it escalated.

Grjötgard got up to his feet and walked towards the man, the man was spouting nonsense and did not see Grjötgard approach him because his back was turned to Grjötgard.

A looming shadow forced the words from his mouth to halt as he turned out to see the gigantic Grjötgard looking down at him.

"G-General…" The man muttered in fear but Grjötgard did not say a single word, he just stared blankly at him.

Tyr was watching, he wanted to see how he would handle himself, the best course of action would be to kill him to serve as a warning to the others yet Grjötgard just stood there without saying a word.

The man submitted and did not utter another word as he quietly sat back down.

Grjötgard had everyone's attention as he intended, this included his brothers.

Grjötgard took a deep breath. Inhaling like he wanted to swallow the sea.

"AAARRRRRRRRRRRRGHHHHHHHHHHHH!" Grjötgard screamed at the top of his lungs and his voice echoed far into the distance.

Everyone was jolted awake, and even the boats around wondered what had happened for such a scream to be released.

  Everyone sleeping jolted awake as Bjorn reached for his sword, mistaking this for an attack but as his eyes cleared, he saw nothing of that sort.

"You have me, I will share the same fate as you all. If the gods will us to die by sea, I could not have asked for better men to die with but I do not believe the gods will take us now so no one should be alarmed.," This was all Grjötgard said and the effect it had was enormous.

Everyone calmed down immediately with the man that had just thrown a tantrum looking away in shame.

Tyr was amazed, the authority and presence he held was like nothing he had seen before.

The scream gave him goosebumps and Tyr realized why this man was so respected.

It was not because of his bloodline or relation to King Ruglaf but rather because he had the traits fitting for a King.

Grjötgard turned to Tyr, and Tyr did not know why but he averted his gaze the moment they made eye contact.

"My brother is awesome, is he not?" Thorgard bragged.

"He sure shouts a lot!" Bjorn was frustrated because his sleep was disrupted and he knew he would have problems falling asleep again.

This was going to be another long night but Tyr was intrigued as a smirk creased his face.

"He is magnificent…" Tyr responded and this caught Bjorn by surprise.

He jolted his head to look at Tyr and noticed that his brother's eyes were not one of admiration but rather, one of depravity.

Whatever was in Tyr's mind, it was nothing good.

Tyr was a warrior that craved battle, this has been ingrained into him and his fights until now proved to him that he could not die.

Tyr was a strange warrior and that was the fact that he could assimilate and somewhat steal the fighting styles of others after fighting with them a couple of times.

This was why his potential was limitless but what made Bjorn have similar potential? 

This was yet to be seen but Bjorn right now was Tyr's equal from what has been seen so far.

"Tyr…' A voice called, this was the repulsive voice of Salgard.

Tyr did not like this man but he understood that he could be trusted as Estrid confided in him.

THorgard's body language did not tense up at the mere presence of his older brother telling Tyr that something had changed while they were in Rogaland.

Salgard gestured for the young warrior to follow him, Tyr did not understand how this man could still move about as he did because he could barely get on his feet as it was.

Tyr mustered the last energy he had in him and walked towards Salgard.

"What is it?" Tyr asked, he was freaked out by how Salgard always smiled but who was not?

"Tyr Ragnarsson… We have a long journey ahead. Do tell me…" Salgard said, pausing momentarily.

"... How did you kill Sighvatur and Sturla?" Salgard asked. Tyr realized that the reason that Salgard had called him over was for him to be his entertainment with his story.

Tyr wanted to be stubborn and decline but he realized that this might be a good opportunity to ease some of the tension that existed between them.