The Son Of Ragnar



The night passed without further commotion, Rogaland was tense even though no one spoke about it. 

They were aware that something had happened, there was no escaping it. 

King Rugalf also found it strange that they could not find Ludvig considering that no one reported him leaving. 

This meant he was still within those walls but where?

He could not be hiding, that would make no sense and Rugalf did not even dare think about the other possible outcome. 

Maybe he drank himself into a stupor and passed out somewhere, that was what he was holding onto. 

Rugalf trusted his brother to handle it, he had experience regarding such things.

The door to his throne room soon sprung open, this was unorthodox considering no one knocked on the door and in came King Tryggve Olafsson, the ruler of Ranrike holding a motionless body. 

There was no mistaking it, this was Tor's body and judging from the state of it, he was dead. 

His throat had been slit but by who?

King Rugalf was quite surprised, this was one thing he could not have predicted as things were going to shit. 

"King Rugalf!" Tryggve shouted as he gently laid his son on the ground in front of him. 

"What happened!?" Rugalf asked as he rushed down from his throne to meet King Tryggve.

"My boy… Someone killed my boy!" Tryggve cried out.

Rugalf had no words, he did not know what to say.

This should not have been possible considering his no-weapon policy in his Kingdom. 

"I will make sure no one leaves until your boy's killer is found!" This was the only reassurance that Rugalf could give as a lockdown was announced.

No one was allowed to leave or enter the Kingdom. 

King Rugalf knew he had to nip this in the bud before it escalated but the bizarre thing was that only high-ranking individuals were invited so who would want Tor dead?

Tor was harmless, he was talkative but he had his head screwed on straight. He did not look like the kind of person to have enemies either but Rugalf began to entertain the thought that this might be an inside seeing as they were the only one with access to the armoury.

"T-Tyr! He conquered death! Maybe he can bring back my son! WHERE IS TYR!?" Tryggve called. 

He was not ready to grieve his son, not yet but there was nothing anyone could do. 

Rugalf stood in silence and watched one of the only things capable of bringing a King to his knees and that was the death of his loved ones. 

"I am sorry King Tryggve but Tor is gone. The only thing I can guarantee you is that he will not go unavenged…" Rugalf said and Tryggve angrily got to his feet with the guards in the throne room taking a battle stance, ready to engage him should he attempt to do anything funny. 

"Stand down men," Rugalf commanded, Tryggve was a father mourning his child and he felt responsible considering it happened in his Kingdom. 

-

The lockdown was issued and everyone was surprised that such a thing could happen. 

Estrid was relieved because Tor, the only loose end in her plan that went horrendously wrong, was taken care of.

"Strange, is it not?" A voice said behind her that clearly startled her. 

Estrid looked back to see a blue-eyed man approximately the same age as Tyr, this was no doubt Bjorn Ironside. This was the Ragnarsson that Estrid thought worthy of her and now she could see why. 

He was muscular and extremely handsome, rarely did a warrior have those two things. 

"B-Bjorn Ironside…" Estrid said, showing him his due respect as he was the blood of Ragnar. 

"I did not mean to startle you. I would have liked to welcome you to the family under better circumstances but it seems someone used this to settle a feud between Kingdoms…" Bjorn said.

Estrid felt relaxed around him, he was the opposite of Tyr in terms of that. 

Bjorn had a kind aura around him and people could sense that but Tyr was the opposite which made people perceive him as a threat. 

"It is fine, I am just as surprised that such a thing could happen. I hope they find the culprits," Estrid said and Bjorn chuckled when he heard this.

This confused Estrid as she did not say anything but before the conversation could proceed any further, Tyr intervened.

"It seems your bad luck has robbed off on this Kingdom as well brother…" Bjorn teased, pausing before saying. 

"It almost feels like you are the one responsible for these misfortunes," Bjorn concluded and Estrid immediately tensed up. 

"Bjorn, now is not the time…" Tyr cautioned his brother as the atmosphere was already tense.

"Fine, fine. You are right." Bjjorn said right before walking away, Tyr wondered where his parents were.

-

Ragnar was in his room with his wife, he spent the night talking to her all night. 

He did this because they had a lot to catch up on even though he knew Lagertha wanted to jump his bones. 

She had an unnaturally high sex drive. 

They were not aware of what was going on outside, they were in their own little world.

"Ragnar, what did that woman want with you?" Lagertha questioned Ragnar, she knew that something must have occurred for her to have such audacity.

"Would you believe me if I told you she tried to kiss me?" Ragnar asked and Lagertha did not look surprised. She just sighed because she knew that the woman had eyes for Ragnar. 

This was the power that they had, complete transparency and Lagertha knew that Raganr could take a second wife if he pleased as other Kings practised this but Ragnar was always a one-woman man. Lagertha was more than enough for him to handle, he could not imagine adding another lady to the mix.

"Do you like her?" Lagertha asked and Ragnar looked visibly irritated by this question, rolling his eyes in annoyance. 

"If I liked her, I would be in her bed and not yours…" Ragnar countered, this made Lagertha giggle as she mounted her husband.

"You know, I would not mind her in our bed…" Lagertha said, Ragnar knew that Lagertha was an adventurous lady so this was not something strange coming from her. 

"Lagertha, she is looking for a husband," Ragnar said, he knew Aslaug would turn down Lagertha if she proposed a threesome and Lagertha had no intentions of becoming a second wife to Ragnar either.

"You are right and I do not want to share my husband, not in that sense," Lagertha said, she had pride in being Ragnar's only wife. 

Lagertha began grinding on Ragnar, it did not take long for Ragnar's boner to poke her from beneath.

Ragnar placed his hand on her waist, applying pressure to her hips to make it more enjoyable for himself. 

Lagertha's slit could feel that bulge, and grinding on it sent a wave of pleasure up her spine. 

She was wet and her panties were proof of this.

Lagertha's hand reached for Ragnar's dick inside his trouser as she began stroking it up and down. 

She used his precum as lube, Ragnar moaned but the moment he did, Lagetha buried her tongue right in his mouth as she kissed him. 

The stroking became faster and faster but before Ragnar could cum, Lagetha stopped. 

She could not waste good semen, especially when she was trying to have another child for the King of Vestfold. 

Lagetha took out his dick, and Ragnar looked excited to see what she wanted to do with it but Lagertha opted for something that Ragnar had not experienced in a very long time. 

Lagetha was blessed with beautiful feet, so soft and elegant despite her occupation as a warrior. 

Lagetha placed Ragnar's throbbing dick between them.

Ragnar looked ecstatic as he watched Lagetha's curved toes touch the other feet as she began stroking his dick with them.

Ragnar arched his head backwards, his breathing heavied as he tried everything in his power not to finish. 

"Tell me who you belong to, my love?" Lagetha asked and Ragnar smiled.

"I might have forgotten…" Ragnar teased as he was slowly reaching his limit. 

"I guess I will remind you, my love," Lagetha said. She tried to change position but Ragnar tackled her.

Ragnar rarely took charge because he liked to allow his wife to have her fun.

"My poor shield maiden, it is I who will be reminding you who you belong to…" Ragnar said, wrapping one hand around Lagertha's neck and the other around her hips as he slid his dick into her wet pussy.

It twitched but it welcomed the King of Vestfold.

Lagetha was laid on her back, each stroke made her back arch upwards but this only made it possible for Ragnar's dick to travel even further. 

Ragnar was gentle, he was not aggressive and that was why Lagertha loved having sex with him. 

He knew when to fuck her like a slut and a Queen.