The Son Of Ragnar

Tyr watched how scared Frøygard was and his hunch about Salgard being weird was spot on. 

It was strange because he sensed no killing intent from Salgard. 

This made it hard to detect if he had any hostile intentions but why were they walking in his direction?

Tyr wanted to bolt but he knew if he did, it would be far too obvious it was because of Salgard.

"Hello Tyr, we meet again…" Salgard greeted with his ever-smiling face. 

Tyr felt uneasy, he was not feeling threatened by him but his body just told him this man called Salgard was bad news.

Tyr got up to his feet, he knew how easy it was to make up an excuse to leave but before he could even talk. 

"Sit down, Tyr," Salgard commanded and Tyr did not even know when his body complied but he found himself seated on the bench he had just stood up from.

Salgard and Frøygard sat on both sides of Tyr respectively. 

"Salgard, what can I help you with?" Tyr asked with a friendly smile.

"Hahaha! I just want to make sure our guest of honour had fun. It would be a shame if something happened to you, you know." Salgard said. 

Tyr did not even know if he was threatening him or not because of his tone. 

Once again, he did not feel any malicious intent coming from him. 

"This is my younger brother, Frøygard," Salgard said and Frøygard smiled to greet Tyr. 

He sounded like a well-mannered child that their parents forced him to greet a distant relative. 

Tyr could feel how tense and awkward the atmosphere was despite the men around them drinking and laughing. 

"Nice to meet you Frøygard, I cannot wait to get to know you…" Tyr said and Frøygard reciprocated his tone and gesture. 

"You do not want to know him. He is somewhat of a failure, you see…" Salgard teased but everyone knew this was no joke. 

"Are you not, Frøygard or am I a liar?" Salgard asked and Frøygard quickly confirmed he was a failure.

This was kind of twisted because it looked like Salgard was enjoying mentally abusing his brother but Tyr knew he had to be on his good side if anything else. 

The drinks kept coming and Frøygard was self-conscious about taking any because he knew that Salgard would not take a liking to it. 

Before the men could go any further, someone cleared their throat behind Tyr. 

Tyr jerked his head only to see Estrid behind. 

"If you will excuse me, I will be borrowing Tyr," Estrid said, standing majestically because her uncles had no choice but to listen to her considering she held more power than them being the King\'s daughter and all. 

Tyr was allowed to get off as Salgard did not protest or resist, Estrid gestures for Tyr to follow her and Tyr could not be more grateful.

"There is something seriously fucked up about him…" Tyr thought to himself. 

"My uncle Salgard is bad news, stay as far away from him as possible…" Estrid said like she could read his mind. 

"What do you mean?" Tyr questioned quickly as he noticed that Estrid was taking him to a secluded place, away from the drinking and womanizing. 

"Just stay away, he creeps everyone out! We will return in five minutes," Estrid said and Tyr realized she came to get him away from them because she was concerned about him. 

"Were you concerned about me?" Tyr asked but the reaction he got made him doubt this.

Estrid literally almost threw up before flashing Tyr a very disgusted look. 

"Do not ever say that again or I will give you to Salgard! I brought you here because you are the only one of my age that is a child of a King and I hate Salgard more than I do you," Estrid clarified because Tyr was getting things mixed up. 

"You did not have to react like that, geez.." Tyr was defeated but for the first time, he heard Estrid laugh. 

If anything, her laugh was nothing short of cute as it was high-pitched yet soft. 

Tyr found himself smiling, Estrid was not as bad as the first impression she gave. 

Five minutes passed and they were back at the party, Rugalf was curious as to what they did but they did not look to be on bad terms. 

He was happy that they were getting along because he really hoped Estrid would choose Tyr. 

Rugalf deserved credit for this, he did not treat Estrid as some political pawn with no free will and allowed his daughter to have a say. 

This was something rare in Kings as they often married their daughters to the highest bidder despite how their daughters felt about it. 

Their daughters were not warriors nor successors so this was their only use, political marriage. 

"Where did you go princess?" Rugalf questioned. 

"I went to fuck Tyr, father," Estrid blurted out and Rugalf immediately spilled the ale in his mouth.

"I am joking! I am joking!" Estrid responded as she burst out laughing, a peal of laughter that once again made Tyr smile.

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The moon was shining, it was a beautiful night and Ragnar wanted to go for a walk to enjoy this.

He wanted to let the wind blow against his tired skin as he has been cooped up in his throne room for a bit too long and needed to stretch his legs.

He wondered what Lagertha was doing and if Ulf dared to speak to her again. 

There was no way Ragnar knew how stubborn his wife was and he trusted her wholeheartedly.

Ragnar was lost in his thought bubble as he found himself walking by a lake.

But he saw multiple men in the distance staring at something and Ragnar came just in time to see what they were looking at. 

They were looking at maidens with Aslaug showering, it was weird that they would resort to peeking when they could have consensual sex with the women in Vestfold. 

Ragnar did not know what kind of offence the ladies would take if they found out that they were being spied on and Ragnar discreetly made his presence known. 

This was enough for the warriors to scatter but the noise drew the attention of the maiden. 

Ragnar did not know why but he found himself running behind the men before he w

ould be labelled a pervert by the ladies showering.