The Son Of Ragnar



Salgard was seated but there was a space beside him but that space was soon occupied by Grjötgard but Grjötgard was serious now. 

The playful act he only put on when Vegard was within his immediate vicinity but this was not the case now. 

Grjötgard put on this silly act so Vegard would understand that there is more to the Viking world than war and violence.

"I heard what you did Salgard…" Grjötgard muttered and Salgard immediately froze. 

"You dare lay your hand on your brother? Who gave you that right, Salgard?" Grjötgard asked and for the first time, Salgard showed a submission that he did not even show Rugalf. 

"I can explain big brother," Salgard said but Grjötgard placed a finger over his lips. 

"Did I say you should speak?" Grjötgard asked and the cold shiver that ran up Salgard's spine was enough to petrify him. 

Salgard immediately swallowed whatever words he wanted to say next, Grjötgard was the opposite of Rugalf. 

He was known as the Warhammer because his primary choice of weapon was a hammer he used in smashing his enemies' heads. 

He was so strong that he was often compared to as an equal to Rugalf but it was his methods that made him so fearful. 

Salgard knew that Grjötgard was the true definition of a complete warrior and he was yet to lose a battle but his family was never a recipient of his violence and he went out of his way to make sure they had a taste of life without violence but he noticed something dark in Salgard ever since he was born. 

Everyone thought he would outgrow these habits but not Grjötgard, Grjötgard actively threatened him and subtly hurt him to keep him in check and this has proved effective but seeing his younger brother's busted face infuriated Grjötgard.

"I warned you about what would happen if you touched your brothers again, did I not?" Grjötgard asked and Salgard cracked a weak smile. 

"You did not really mean it, did you?" Salgard asked, he doubted that Grjötgard could carry out his threat.

"You are right, I cannot do that to my little brother…" Grjötgard muttered with a defeated sigh but in the blink of an eye, he grabbed Salgard's pinky finger and snapped it, breaking it. 

Salgard bit his lower lips to not let out a sound.

"It seems I have to recondition you, unfortunately…" Grjötgard said before letting go of his finger. 

"F-Forgive me, brother! I did it so brother would not embarrass us!" Salgard tried to justify his action as he hid his broken finger from everyone's eyes. 

"Oh Salgard, when will you realize you are the one embarrassing us? You are lucky you are my brother or I would have killed you long ago but I also heard what you did to the son of Ragnar," Grjötgard said and Salgard was getting lost. 

"I want to know what you think about him…" Grjötgard asked and Salgard was more than willing to tell Grjötgard all he has gathered so far on The Ragnarsson.

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Tyr sat beside Estrid and he looked surprisingly calm but Estrid could not believe he killed for her. 

This was the first time someone had done something so extreme for her and she did not know how they process it but she was getting butterflies looking at Tyr. 

"He was not bluffing…" Estrid was giddy inside because she knew that she made the right choice. 

Tyr caught her looking at him and she did not even realize when she looked away.

"What am I doing?" Estrid thought to herself as Tyr smiled, he would kill anyone that tried to harm his wife without exception and this was not limited to strangers. 

It included anyone in the Gardsson family because, after this marriage, they would stop being individuals and become one.

The wedding was about to begin but he noticed a couple of people looking uneasy, they were looking around the room for someone.

Tyr correctly guessed that these people were looking for Ludvig.

"What is the commotion? Rugalf asked as he got up to his feet to start the ceremony.

"I am afraid my son is not here, King Rugalf," A voice responded, a chubby man measuring 5'5 with a crown on his bald head telling Rugalf.

"You were young once, weren't you, King Gryting? You understand the heartbreak of a man," Rugalf said and the Kings gathered laughed at this but this was not because it was funny but rather relatable.

"Hahah! To the women that broke out heart!" Gryting said as he raised his ale and everybody in the room laughed as they responded by raising theirs. 

The King of Orkdalen did not think much about this as Rugalf did raise a good point and the wedding could officially begin without further interruptions. 

It involved Tyr and Estrid cutting themselves and pouring their blood into a cup for their partner to drink to signify unity, but this was not the only thing that stood out as the usual exchange of rings happened but Tyr was given a pristine sword, the sharpest sword he had ever seen but he did not have anything to give her in return and Tyr looked rather lost because this was his first wedding ever but Estrid also gave him a necklace as a symbol for her everlasting prayer that the gods should protect him. 

Tyr could not help but smile, Estrid was looking at him differently and Tyr could tell that something had changed in her. 

"I think I love you, Tyr Ragnarsson," Estrid said with Tyr smiling. 

"It took you long enough, I fell in love the moment I saw you…" Tyr responded. Estrid loved what she was hearing and her cheeks reddened but only one of them truly meant the words that came out of their mouth. 

"Without further ado, I join you two into one! Kiss!" Rugalf explained, and this was where the true test of their affection would come into play. 

Estrid leaned forward without hesitation and the woman that momentarily flashed through his mind was Gudrun. She was the first woman that he kissed but they were not in a relationship or anything so everything that was going on was ordained by the gods. 

Tyr quickly pushed her out as he leaned forward and the moment his lips touched hers. 

For the first time in his life, Tyr was overcome by lust.