The Son Of Ragnar



Bjorn was awake, he could not sleep because he felt unsettled, he did not feel safe where he was despite his men resting.

He needed to clear his head, he needed to go for a walk, the majority of his men were asleep with only a few awake. Those asleep included Ivan and Viggo, meaning Bjorn could walk freely because if they were awake, they would follow him.

Bjorn was especially restless tonight because he did not know what fate awaited him or his men tomorrow.

He ventured away from their temporary camp and into the distance, this cold was something else, how did people survive living in such cruel conditions?

eαgles`c,om But that was what made him believe that his brother would be even stronger than before considering the harsh conditions he was living in as opposed to his own pampered lifestyle even though Bjorn had been in numerous high-difficulty battles since then.

He knew the environment played a crucial factor in terms of development and knew that Tyr had to discard what he knew if he was going to survive in such a cruel place where they were not protected by rules.

"Tyr, what are you up to…?" Bjorn asked under his breath but he soon heard a crow, the cawing sound echoing and Bjorn found himself drawn to it like it had a hypnotic effect on him.

He followed the sound because why not? He knew there were no enemies around as the scouts had reported, he knew that they were alone here so there was no harm in exploring the environment because no one knew when it would become useful to them.

Bjorn walked and walked, but he found himself in a strange place as the crow that had made noise was pecking away at the frozen ground.

"What are you doing, little buddy?" Bjorn asked the crow and the crow soon stopped pecking the ground, looked at Bjorn, and continued pecking away at the snow.

Bjorn found this strange, it was almost like this crow was communicating with him, telling him to help unearth whatever it was it was looking for.

Bjorn gave in to its demands and unsheathed his blade, he began hacking away at the solid ground to reveal what lay beneath the solid surface. 

He began digging the snow with his bare hands, it was cold but he could manage this much without feeling like his fingers were about to fall off.

Then he touched something weird, this must be what the crow wanted out.

This outline, it was a body, there was no doubt about this but why did the crow bring him here of all places? 

Bjorn investigated and what he saw horrified him, he knew this person but before he could say the name, he jolted awake but not before seeing a one-eyed man with a staff and crow on his shoulder.

Bjorn screamed himself awake, startling everyone around him. He just had a nightmare but could not recall his dream for some reason.

"You must have had one hell of a dream…" Viggo said, he was wide awake, and a lot more of his men were awake than in his dream.

This was expected considering their state of mind, they had to be alert at all times.

"What do you mean?" Bjorn asked, he was confused as to what Viggo was implying.

"For someone you claim to want to kill so bad, you sure utter his name a lot, commander!" Viggo teased Bjorn, and this showed that the name that escaped his lips was that of his brother.

He had just seen Tyr's dead body in his dream but he could not even recall it.

Bjorn could not shake off something terrible was about to happen.

"We need to move! We have rested enough," Bjorn instructed, waking everyone up as they mounted their rested horses and continued their journey in the cover of the night.

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"You are strong, Tyr Ragnarsson but there is only so much your strength can do…" Jökull said, sheathing his sword and with this, an unconscious Tyr was revealed, showing he had suffered defeat. The son of Ragnar was down with the warriors around him cheering.

"You chose to sacrifice yourself to save them? You are a strange child," Jökull said, Tyr had ordered his men to retreat and chose to stay to ensure that they made it out alive.

Sighvatur's rage was certain to quell once he heard that the boy that killed his son was alive and captured.

Tyr knew he could not be killed, and that alone put him at an advantage hence why he did something so reckless. But he knew if he was captured, the chances of him being killed increased exponentially but not by Sighvatur. If he did, Sighvatur would break the alliance that he had with his ally.

Jökull threw Tyr over his shoulder but also noticed that Tyr had managed to inflict damage on the armor he had on, something he did not even realize happened.

Jökull knew without the armor he had on, he would have been in trouble, and even Skaði was surprised by how much of a fight he put up but this battle made it clear that Gissur played a major role in Sturla's defeat.

"This battle is over, we have to regroup with Sighvatur…" Jökull commanded, he had no intention of chasing the people that retreated because it was possible that Sighvatur's strategy would change if he found out that Tyr was alive.

Jökull did not want to rob his Chieftain of this choice, and they did not need to lose any more of their men either.

The head of their army has been cut off so what was their next move?

They held the positions they had just fought in, they reestablished their dominance and reminded everyone why they were so feared; even the Vikings that had switched sides began to question if they made the right choice.

Sighvatur had displayed his superior intellect once again, Tyr's plan had failed woefully.