The Son Of Ragnar



Tyr was dead, his heart had stopped and his body non-responsive.

He saw a glorious gate before him, Tyr was happy he had made Valhall because he knew that this was the dream that all warriors wanted and he was also glad he died so Bjorn's rage could quell.

There was this overwhelming shame that came when he saw his brother that made Tyr realize just what kind of monster he had become, a monster he swore never to become and all it took was a brief near death experience with his little sister and the shameful look in Bjorn's eyes for him to come to this realization.

But here he was, the gates of Valhalla were before him. His life, everything he has done was for this moment.

"I am really dead, huh?" Tyr thought to himself, the absurdity.

He had done so much to avoid this fate yet it came all the same. There was no running from fate as everyone seemed hell-bent on killing him.

The gates slowly opened, Tyr was full of tears as he felt a rush of emotions coursing through his body.

He could hear the laughter and cheers of warriors leaking through the creaks.

"I guess this is… I will wait for you all here…" Tyr muttered as he tried walking towards the gate but he could not move, something was holding his feet.

"Where did you think you are going?" Tyr looked down to see a grotesque corpse, skin melting off its body, holding his legs but this was not all.

A dozen others soon followed, Valhalla was right there yet he could not go in.

Surely, he was not being denied Valhalla, there was no way he was being denied Valhalla.

He did everything but he soon realized this had nothing to do with being denied Valhalla but rather preventing him from going into Valhalla.

Tyr struggled but the more he struggled, the faster he sunk into the earth.

"You really thought I would let you go?" The familiar voice he saw in his dreams echoed in his head.

"W-WHAT!?" Tyr was terrified because he did not know where he was being taken to, his breathing heaved.

"You have to remember everything…" The voice said as Tyr was soon completely submerged into the earth and just then, his eyes shot open.

Tyr awoke in a hut and he walked outside this hut to see multitudes of people with the same skin complexion as him, and everyone bowed their heads to greet him the moment they saw him.

"If it is not the Chieftain's son…" A voice uttered behind him and Tyr immediately tilted his head as this startled him.

He saw a muscular bald man with a scar above his left eye, which was blind.

"What is wrong? You look like you have seen a ghost!" The man in his thirties jested; slapping the seven-year-old Tyr across his back.

"Who are you?" Tyr questioned and the man looked surprised by this question.

"Did you hit your head or something? How can you not recognize your uncle?" The bald man asked a confused Tyr.

"It is probably because of your new look, the bald head was not a good choice, Uncle Akawel…" A boy, a few years older than Tyr, teased.

"I hope your brother does not grow up to be like you…" Akawel said with a facepalm but what he felt soon was a hand rubbing his shining head.

"There, there. We can't all be good-looking besides my brother will be way more handsome than me, right?" The handsome young man said but Tyr did not even know who he was talking to.

"Are you with us?" Tyr's supposed older brother questioned, snapping his finger right in front of his face.

"I said it… There is something off about him today, Azenzêr," Akawel said.

"Where am I?" Tyr asked but this was not a dream.

He was dead and there was no way he could be dreaming.

It was obvious he was someone of prominence but he did not have to dive too deep into his thoughts.

A small hand gripped him, Tyr looked down to see Kahina. She was approximately two years old and could barely stand on her own due to her weight.

She liked Tyr and always hung around him even when he was asleep, she crawled into his bed and always ended up sleeping beside him.

"Kahina?" Tyr questioned as she led him away, Tyr was confused, was he reborn into another world as these people's brother or was this a piece of his memories?

Could he actively influence actions here or was everything already set in stone? These were past events so surely, he could not change the past, could he?

"Where am I?" Tyr asked but the kid was too occupied with her own little thoughts.

Of course she was, she was only three years old, she paid little to no attention to what Tyr said as she just kept dragging his hand like she was guiding him somewhere. 

Tyr was dragged until he was before a bulky man, measuring 6 '5. This was a man he recognized as he had appeared in multiple of his dreams.

This was his father and this was the man he had seen assault his little sister but the age did not match up.

She was a lot younger, did this mean the assault was yet to happen? He watched his sister strut to sit on her father's lap, he was visibly kind to her which was strange as it made Tyr question what he saw that day.

Tyr knew he had to follow protocol and he got on one knee as this was a custom he learned in Kattegat and assumed it carried on here.

"What are you doing?" The man asked, his voice was so deep that Tyr could feel the earth beneath his feet vibrate with every word he spoke.

"Never get on your knees for another! Never! You are still soft but the ceremony will change all that," This was the only warning the father gave and that very sequence ended.