The Son Of Ragnar

Nora went into defensive mode the moment she was confronted she knew playing dumb would only make him angry as she was meant to have left the area.

"I-I can explain," She stuttered, fearing for her life because she knew the wrong move would only guarantee her death. Tyr has already shown himself to be ruthless but she needed to calm first.

"I know you can explain and that is why I am asking you to," Tyr said but there was something scary about his eyes, she felt like it was sucking her life from her body. It was so intimidating that she had to look away, but Tyr held her jaw and raised her head.

"You look at me when I am talking to you," Tyr warned her, Nora gulped loudly.

"I-I am sorry for not leaving immediately but I went to spend some time with him, Chieftain," Nora said. Tyr was confused by what she saw. She was speaking like she expected him to understand.

"Nora, why do you speak in riddles?" Tyr asked with a tired sigh, letting go of her chin in the process.

"I met with my lover, Chieftain," Nora said awkwardly but this did not answer Tyr's question and he did not need to speak before she explained herself properly.

"He is from the Haukdælir clan…" Nora said and Tyr's eyes instantly widened. Nora quickly rushed to explain but she saw a smile on Tyr's face which confused her.

"I swear! I do not tell him anything! I met him during one of Skol's meetings with their general!" Nora knew it would take everything in her to convince Tyr.

"Liars tell complex lies to be believed, when something sounds as simple and as unbelievable as this, it is often the truth," Tyr reassured her, telling her in his way that he believed her.

"Thank you Chieftain! Thank you very much!" Nora thanked him, she knew Skol would have never been as understanding and that was why she hid it from Skol when he was alive but if Tyr was accepting, she hoped that this would be the first step for their love.

"I would like to meet the man able to woo you, Nora," Tyr teased, and Nora laughed nervously because she did not know if he was joking or he was serious but she did not want to risk misreading the situation.

"You can tell him he has a place over here if he ever wants to leave his clan," Tyr said. Nora's eyes lit up, and Tyr could tell she was in love with this man and he would only know it was reciprocal once he met the man.

But he also knew this was an opportunity, Tyr was glad Nora had such a person because this man might be their way into the Haukdælir clan.

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In the dark of night, a man stood over multiple corpses of bears, their claws imprinted on his chest, but this man held no weapon and could barely see the white bears camouflaged within the snow. His fists were bloodied and another man arrived behind him and tossed a cloth on his back.

This man had beaten these bears to death with his bare fists and a sinister grin creased his scarred face, and in the corner of his eyes, he saw a cub.

He began walking in its direction and it tried to run but the speed in which he used looked more like teleportation than it was running, he was simply too fast despite his tall slender boy.

And he punched the cub right in the face, killing it with a single blow, he was simply that destructive.

He was covered and drenched in their blood, ripping the cub's heart out, he sunk his teeth into it and began munching away at it.  The 6'6 black-haired man with a scar across his nose was no doubt the man Kolbeinn had spoken about, and he was a lot more menacing in person as he had little to no clothes on despite the weather. His face was rough and wrinkled, befitting his age, thirty-eight.

"Chieftain Gissur Þorvaldsson, your wife has requested for you," A timid-looking boy came out to call the man and Gissur wiped his bloodied hands on the cub's corpse before leaving, and his men immediately moved to secure the bodies of the animals because it was food in the end.

This place felt like a small village as opposed to other clans shown so far.

"My love, are you alright?" Gissur asked, the concern in his voice was genuine because like most men, the world might see a monster but to their wives, they were as soft as a baby.

"I had a vision, I had a vision but it was not clear…" His wife was quite ugly in every sense of the word but in Gissur's eyes, she was god's sent. Beauty was truly in the eyes of the beholder. Gissur cut his hand without hesitation and fed her his blood, his wife was a seer that only had visions regarding her husband and she had never given him a prophecy that worried him.

She sunk her teeth into his hand and began sucking his blood but the man did not flinch or show any visible pain as he watched as his wife's short hair fell, hiding her hunchback from his view.

"What do you see, my love?" Gissur asked but his wife had not had her feel and kept sucking.

But she soon stopped and her eyes immediately rolled to the back of her head, her husband was a bloodied mess but she did not care much about what he was doing as she knew the importance she played in Gissur's life as a soothsayer.

"A boy made of earth is coming, cursed by the gods a lot more will fall to his sword, this includes your husband but the gods have shown me how to stop him… No, they have shown me how to kill him," This was why Gissur was so strong, his wife was not just any ordinary soothsayer, she could alter fate itself for she possessed the knowledge on how to stop the visions she sees from happening. And right now, she knew how to kill Tyr Ragnarsson.