The Son Of Ragnar

Gissur was angry with Tyr and Kolbeinn was confused as to why but Gudrun had an idea and it had to do with his wife.

"What is the meaning of this Gissur?" Kolbeinn asked, he did not know what Tyr did that could make him so angry, he was unconscious until recently and if anyone had the right to be angry then it would be Tyr.

"Step aside Kolbeinn, I will handle it," Tyr said as he left the bed he was on and confronted Gissur. Even he did not know what his wife had done nor the words she had uttered as Gudrun and Nora thought she was just crazy and kept it to themselves.

There was no way that Tyr could be interested in her and Gissur thinking only confirmed the saying that beauty is in the eyes of the beholder.

"What is the meaning of this Gissur? I have shown you your due respect and I think it is about time you showed me mine…" Tyr said; he was tired of being looked down on by Gissur.

He had seen and accomplished things that Gissur could only dream about but somehow Gissur thought he was better than Tyr.

"What did you do to my wife?" Gissur asked and this was what had Tyr confused, he did not know what he was talking about but he had a bone to pick with him.

"I am going to kill you!" Gissur barked. Tyr was tired of the threats and he was ready to fight Gissur.

"Now is not the time to be fighting, we have an enemy to face!" Kolbeinn tried to stop them, placing his hand on Tyr's shoulder to stop him in his tracks.

"Kolbeinn…." Tyr muttered, Kolbeinn hoping he had knocked some sense into Tyr.

"... If you do not take your hands off me, you will lose it," Tyr threatened him, and Kolbeinn did not know why he removed his hand from Tyr's shoulder but he just did.

Gissur did not wait anymore and charged toward Tyr, Tyr was at full strength this time and he was not bound. They were both without their weapons so this was going to be a fistfight.

Kobeinn knew respect was essential as Gissur gave him the respect he deserved and knew that this might do more good than harm.

Gudrun wanted to speak but Kolbeinn gestured for her to stay still, this was not an affair she could interfere in because Gissur, had to settle their differences the same way men have been settling them for ages and that was with their fists.

Tyr dodged his uppercut effortlessly with a backflip while simultaneously landing a kick right below Gissur's jaw.

Gissur stumbled backward from the recoil, Tyr was not only faster but he knew what would happen if he allowed Gissur to grab him.

Kolbeinn was surprised he landed a hit but this was due to Gissur not only being blinded by rage but because he had underestimated Tyr.

Gissur looked excited, spitting out blood as he cracked his knuckles and charged at Tyr again.

Gudrun could not believe he landed a hit, she knew he was strong but it took a different kind of skill to injure Gissur.

Gissur attempted a sweeping kick, forcing Tyr up as he had to jump to dodge it, but Gissur was not going to let him have his way. Gissur grabbed Tyr's trousers while he was in midair, and smashed him into the ground.

Gissur was no stranger in hand-to-hand combat, and he was showing Tyr just how skilled he was but his eyes did not look at Tyr with the same resentment they did moments ago.

It held respect, Tyr had earned his respect by landing a blow on him with their first exchange.

Tyr got up to his feet as fast as he was put on his back, and he and Gissur had both landed a hit.

"You are not bad!" Gissur shouted, but Tyr did not care about his compliment because the fact that Gissur could land a blow on him told him he still had a lot to learn.

He had misjudged how flexible this monster was and now he did not know what else he had misjudged from their first encounter. It was hard getting a read on Gissur, he could with others but Gissur was like a blank slate.

There was no third exchange as Gissur understood that this might be a kid but the fact that his wife did what she did despite her absolute loyalty to him told him that Tyr was an important person in whatever prophecy his wife had. He just wanted to find a way to vent, and Tyr had provided him with that luxury.

"I hate you brat but I can now see how you are better to me alive than dead," Gissur said, pausing as he turned his back to Tyr before saying.

"....But you have not earned the respect you seek," Gissur said but a piercing sound soon made its way into his head, and it was a warning.

"TYR STOP!!!" Gissur saw a looming shadow that grew larger and larger, but this shadow held two axes, Tyr did not have any sense of honor, and the moment Gissur turned around.

Tyr went to take off his head, but Gissur simply chuckled because it was clear that Tyr still had steam to blow off but there was a reason Gissur was feared.

He dodged the attack effortlessly, but Gissur not only dodged Tyr's attack but planted a punch right into his guts before his feet could even touch the ground.

"You are a hundred years too early to claim my head, child but I know what you are, You are a warrior that fights on primal instinct! Like a dog! Every fiber in your body is screaming for you to kill me because it recognizes me as a threat…" Gissur said, watching Tyr drop to the floor in pain. He was speaking like he had experience with this because everything he said was what Tyr felt at that moment.

"Hahahah! You are an interesting kid," Gissur said, walking out of the house but Tyr had earned his respect with this gesture. A boy was willing to take his head regardless of the consequences. Now that is a boy he can respect.