The Son Of Ragnar



A year and a half passed and Tyr was working on a farm with his younger sister under his care. 

He had to disguise her as a boy but this meant she has to do the manual labour that came with it. 

Tyr knew what happens to girls here, and the discrimination was something he never understood but all he cared about was keeping Kahina safe. 

Everything was going a lot better than he thought even though he had the ideal life prior. 

He sacrificed everything for his sister but part of him wonders if his sacrifice was enough.

What if he never loved Kahina, would everything have been different then?

Kahina took on her new role effortlessly, she still thought they were playing games after so long but she was beginning to dislike this game. 

Kahina wanted to go back home and Tyr had told her on numerous occasions that they would soon return but soon had turned into months. 

Tyr fed his sister most of his food ration in addition to hers because she was a chubby girl with a big appetite but she had become a lot more muscular since she started with the farm work. 

Tyr was content with this life but did the gods have something else in store for them?

Would the gods let them off without any repercussions?

Tyr was ready to oppose the gods and everything they stood for if he meant he could save his sister and he did just that. 

"Hey…" A pale-skinned boy whispered to Tyr in the dark but Tyr was unresponsive.

"Hey!" The boy called out once again with more authority than he did the first and this caught Tyr's attention. 

"What?" Tyr questioned, this boy was similar to him in the sense that he worked the fields, they all slept in a room together.

"I have a bad feeling about tonight…" The boy blurted out, prompting Tyr to roll his eyes in annoyance.

He knew he was being dramatic and wanted to sleep because he knew the work he had tomorrow would be back-breaking work. 

But little did Tyr know that night would be the last time things were the same.

There had been raids on the farms around by unknown people, they slaughtered and raided livestock.

They were thieves that had one purpose and that was to plunder.

No one could stop them, at least not the farmers so they were sitting duck, they had to start paying these same thieves money to be left alone.

Tyr had a feminine appearance and he was often mistaken for a girl as opposed to his younger sister, which was ironic as it felt like they had switched roles. 

Unknown to everyone, the group of bandits that have been paid for protection had been wiped out a few days back and another group took its place. 

This group was far more ruthless than the previous group and try had set their eyes on this farm. 

They attacked under the cover of night, setting houses ablaze and specifically targeting the men to kill as they knew that men put up the most resistance but here's where things got tricky. 

Tyr could hear the screams in the distance and the sinister laughter of men that spoke a strange tongue, a language he did recognize showing that these men were not of the area but this did not matter as what mattered right now was Kahina's safety. 

"Stay close to me Kahina!" Tyr commanded, running out of the burning building but outside was complete and utter chaos. 

The number of people running and crashing into them made it hard for Tyr to keep track of his younger sister.

The only thing telling was because he was holding her hand and even that, he struggled with it. 

"I need to find a horse!" Tyr thought to himself as the assailants were mounted on horses and the horses that this person had, ran off the moment the chaos began so there was no way to flee unless he killed one of the riders. 

Tyr equipped a dagger from one of the corpses of the farmers that did try to fight because he knew what he had to do. 

An enemy mistook him for a girl, salivating like a dog that had just found his bone, he charged toward Tyr on horseback but Tyr expertly threw the dagger in hand right into his forehead, killing the man instantly as his corpse fell off the horse. 

"Now Kahina!" Tyr screamed, but he realized his sister was no longer close to him. 

Tyr looked around frantically, desperately calling her name but he got no response.

But he soon saw Kahina, at the corner of his eyes as he quickly mounted his horse and rode in her direction. 

Tyr knew that if anything happened to her then everything would have been in vain. 

All the sacrifices, and he could not even imagine the pain he would feel as he journeyed towards her. 

Kahina saw her older brother and Tyr could tell by her expression that she felt relieved. 

"Stay put!" Tyr instructed but just when he was close enough, someone ran right In front of his horse accidentally, causing the horse to topple, throwing Tyr off it. 

Tyr was close to his sister yet still far and this was the moment Kahina ran towards him with a smile on her face despite Tyr protesting for her to stay back. 

His worse fear came through as a raider saw her running and fixed his sights on the girl he thought was a boy.

Tyr at that moment begged the gods to save her, he dropped his pride and was ready for whatever wrath or punishment the gods had as long as they saved her but his prayers fell on deaf ears.

Kahina was cut down right in front of him and Tyr's world froze, the world became quiet as everyone faded out of sight.

All he saw was his sister's body on the ground, Tyr walked towards her, he no longer cared what happened to him and this was evident by how he lost any awareness of his surroundings.

"K-Kahina…" Tyr tearfully called out as he crouched over to see his sister. 

She was stabbed clean through the chest, there was no way she was surviving this as the blade was still dug into her. 

"I-I really do not like this game, brother…" Kahina said with tears in her eyes, Tyr sobbed profusely.

"D-Did I win…?" Kahina said but these were the last words she said as her blood soon filled up her lungs. Tyr was trembling, but he did not even have time to mourn her as multiple rides soon surrounded him.

"You won, Princess…" Tyr responded with tears dripping down his cheeks as he could feel his sister's pain gradually lessen with each shallow breath she took. 

Tyr closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and reopened his eyes but they were emotionless.

This was the moment Tyr buried his emotions as he took the blade out of his sister's chest, and slaughtered the riders in such a gruesome manner that it forced the others to retreat. Tyr had ironically killed his sister as taking that blade out of her chest was what ended her already fleeting life, Tyr gave her a proper burial but shortly after, Tyr was captured by slavers and thus began his life in Kattegat.