The Son Of Ragnar



The day of the wedding came and everyone was hyped up not because of the wedding itself but rather how Rugalf had presented it. 

Bjorn was restless, he did not know that Tyr was not bluffing when he spoke about having his first kiss but now he was getting married and would finally do the deed.

Bjorn wanted to see Tyr and Lagertha could tell that her son was rather excited, more than she was. 

But the most important man in her life arrived in Rogaland and that was King Ragnar.

Lagertha ran to him without a moment's hesitation with Bjorn casually walking behind her.

Lagerha wrapped her arms around her husband with Ragnar gripping her waist tightly as both kissed passionately. 

All Bjorn could see was Tyr doing this to his new wife and he cringed at the thought of it because he was still not ready to see Tyr in this light. 

"My love, what took you so long?" Lagertha asked and Ragnar smiled awkwardly before saying. 

"We ran into a little problem. You know how important I am now…" Ragnar said, and Lagertha rolled her eyes because she knew this was Ragnar's subtle way of reminding her that he was a King. 

"I am also important…." Lagertha pouted. 

"Of course you are! You are the most important woman in my life!" Ragnar said immediately, trying his best to dig himself out of what he had unknowingly entered. 

"I am not just your wife, Ragnar!" Lagertha countered. 

"She called me by my name, I have really entered it now…" Ragnar thought to himself.

"I am the famous shield maiden, Lagertha!" Lagertha said and Ragnar nodded profusely to agree with her. 

This was why he loved Lagertha, she was fierce.

"O-Of course! The most famous shield maiden in all of the lands!" Ragnar tried to butter her up, hoping it would be effective but Ragnar found his attention shifted by the two women behind Lagertha. 

"Aslaug?!" Ragnar thought to himself. 

Lagertha turned because she felt the presence behind her and even she knew who Aslaug was.

It was not a surprise she was here as she was the representative of her Kingdom seeing as her father wanted his daughter to get accustomed to such things now that she still had the freedom to do so.

"Lady Aslaug, it is an honour to meet you," Lagertha greeted her and her maiden wanted to respond in her stead but Aslaug stopped her.

"I cannot believe I am meeting the famous shield maiden, Lagertha. The honour is certainly mine." Aslaug said. Lagertha was surprised she was speaking as she was well aware of their custom but this only showed the level of respect that Aslaug held for her. 

"King Ragnar, If I knew you would be here. We would have journeyed together," Aslaug and Lagertha were confused by what this meant. 

"Together? You were in Vestfold?" Lagertha asked and Aslaug nodded, Lagertha turned her head to Ragnar.

"No wonder you were late," Lagertha said and Aslaug smiled beneath her veil because the best way to break apart a marriage is to sow the seed of distrust. 

"I can explain…" Ragnar said with an awkward smile. 

"... I would be late too!" Lagertha said and this was not the response Aslaug was looking for. 

She expected Lagertha to be insecure that her husband was spending time with another woman, and not just any woman, the famous Aslaug. 

A woman coveted by almost every man.

"Lagertha! Do not say such things!" Ragnar countered his wife because she had the wrong idea and she was also giving Aslaug the wrong impression but Lagertha simply laughed in response to this. 

"I know! I saw the chance…" Lagertha said as her laugh slowly settled. 

"You must forgive my husband, Lady Aslaug. He does not know how to treat a woman if she is not me…" Lagertha said this as a flex because she was a woman, she knew exactly what Aslaug was attempting to do but her trust for Ragnar was far too strong to be shaken by such a thing. 

-

Estrid walked out of her room, she was dressed in a beautiful grey dress that exposed the upper part of her chest, she looked like a goddess by the literal definition of that word. 

Estrid recognized some faces as she was allowed to come out of her room but what she did not account for was one particular person being present. 

The man that caught her interest enough for her to want to marry him in the past.

Estrid was stunned and wondered why her father would invite him in the first place, was this to rub salt to injury?

"You look well, Estrid…" The man said; he was in his late teens, namely nineteen. 

He looked stunning, his skin was flawless and without a single scratch.

He was a pretty boy by every sense of the word, his smile was beautiful and that was what Estrid fell in love with.

"Lord Ludvig, I did not know you would be here!" Estrid looked nervous but that was to be expected. This was a man she liked enough to want to spend the rest of her life with.

"I would not miss this day for the world. Even if it is not with me, I want to see you happy…" Ludvig said with a smile, the atmosphere was tense and this made one question how it came to an end.

"You told me to wait…" Ludvig muttered under his breath. 

"I waited for you, Estrid…." Ludvig said, his golden eyes looking a bit disappointed that Estrid did not choose him but rather, a son of Ragnar. 

"I am so sorry…." Estrid apologized but Ludvig laughed awkwardly because he did not mean to make her feel guilty for her choice. 

She had every right to choose who she wanted to choose, but he still loved her deeply. 

"You know… It is not too late, "Ludvig muttered under his breath with Estrid raising her head. 

"What do you mean?" She asked. 

"Marry me, Estrid Gardsson,"