The Son Of Ragnar



The wedding was in a few hours and everyone was getting acquainted.

Tyr was laughing and joking around with his family with Salgard nowhere to be seen. 

Tyr noticed that he had not seen Estrid yet but she was probably bonding with old friends as well. 

He did not think much about her absence as he was well aware that she had a life outside of him. 

She could do what she wanted and interact with whomever she wanted. 

Tyr could not wait for this to be over as it grants him a certain degree of immunity and he was not sure his exile would hold should he decide to go to Kattegat as an envoy for Rugalf 

This decision had the power to change his entire life but Tyr was also aware that there are people that opposed this so the chances of them doing something to actively disrupt it was quite high. 

This was a gamble that Tyr had no interest in taking.

He caught sight of Thorgard and went to him, excusing himself from his family. 

"Hey Thorgard, have you seen Estrid?" Tyr asked but Thorgard shook his head.

"I do not think I have seen her ever since you came out. Maybe she is hiding and wants you to find her?" Thorgard responded and Tyr heaved an irritated sigh. 

It was just like her to make him worry unnecessarily but what was this feeling?

Tyr felt uneasy for some reason as he was soon approached by a man in his early twenties. 

"Tyr Ragnarsson… So it is you she chose," He sounded bitter prompting Tyr to instinctively know that this must have been one of her suitors. 

He was rather plain looking and had a forgettable face, to say the least, Tyr had no intentions of memorising his facial features but what stood out about him was his grey eyes, this must be the first time that Tyr had seen such eye colour. 

"Hahaha! I guess it is me she chose…" Tyr responded with a fake smile. 

He did not belong here and he hated talking to these people, he was keeping up appearances and it was exhausting as fuck. 

"Estrid, where are you?" Tyr thought to himself. 

-

Thorgard was right about her whereabouts, Estrid Had indeed gone to her room in haste. 

She was searching for something on the bedside table but it was not there, she looked on the floor but no luck either. 

"Damn it! Where is it!?" She looked anxious but the door behind her soon closed.

Estrid yanked her head in the donor's direction but all she saw was a man charging at her, full speed ahead. 

She could not even scream because that was the first thing the person made sure to take away. 

Wrapping his hand around her mouth before tackling her to the bed.

She tried to speak but could not as she knew exactly who this was, it was Ludvig.

She saw what she was looking for on him, it was a necklace she planned on giving Tyr as a gift yet it was on Ludvig?

Estrid looked more angry than scared, she struggled and struggled but biology was against her seeing as Ludvig was not only bigger than her but heavier. 

"You ungrateful spoiled brat!" Ludvig cussed as he looked like he was overcome by rage. 

"You could have had everything you ever wanted yet you chose a common thrall!?" Ludvig said.

He was belittling Estrid's choice of men because he could not accept the fact that Tyr was a better man than he was for Estrid. 

"If I cannot have you, I will take away something that you can only give your husband!" Ludvig said as he began to eye Estrid's chest. 

"I will take your virginity! The one thing you hold dear!" Ludvig muttered, licking her face in the process.

His disgusting hand caressed her thighs but Estrid had clasped it shut. 

She was not going to let him take away the part of her that conveyed purity but once again. 

He was too strong, he forcefully split open her thighs and positioned himself between them so it would be difficult for her to close it. 

Estrid had tears in her eyes, she could not believe that something like this was about to happen on her wedding night.

Ludvig had a sadistic look on his face as he unfastened his belt.

"If you married me, you would not be going through such a thing! I love you Estrid yet you chose him! I only do this because I love you!" Ludvig kept trying to justify his disgusting act. 

"Tyr, please save me!" Estrid thought to herself as she felt Ludvig getting ready to shift her panties to the side. 

"Well then, let us begi-" Ludvig could not complete his sentence as a fist slammed right into his mouth, sending him flying into the wall. 

Estrid wondered who it was, they did not hear the door open but that was partly because the door did not creak. 

Estrid's eyes saw Tyr Ragnarsson but the look in his eyes was something entirely different. 

Tyr looked enraged as he quietly shut the door behind him. 

"You bastard! Do you know who I am!?" Ludvig said but Tyr was not responding.

He looked at Estrid momentarily before returning his gaze to Ludvig, there was no mistaking it. 

This man was trying to rape her. 

"You…. You are just like Erik," Tyr muttered to himself as the crazed look in his eyes intensified.

Ludvig partly expected him to shout or call for security due to his position as a King's son but Tyr had no intention of doing such a thing. 

Estrid curled up on the bed, resting her back against the wall as she watched Tyr. 

Ludvig tried to punch Tyr with his left hand but Tyr caught his fist with his right hand before giving Ludvig's elbow an uppercut to snap it into two. 

Ludvig wanted to scream but Tyr wrapped his hand around his mouth before slamming him into the ground. 

"Tyr….?" Estrid called out but Tyr was not having any of it, right now he was seeing red and Ludvig was the sole source of that rage. 

"How about the other hand?" Tyr muttered to himself as he placed his foot on Ludvig's neck to restrict the air in his lungs from flowing freely, this prevented him from screaming. Standing up, he grabbed Ludvig's right hand, and all that followed was a snapping sound. 

Estrid was horrified by the sheet violence that Tyr displayed but she was also intrigued by it. 

Ludvig deserved it and she found herself wanting Tyr to inflict more pain on him. 

"K-Kill him!" Estrid muttered with tears in her eyes. 

Tyr looked back and flashed her an innocent smile. 

"As my wife commands…" Tyr said before snapping Ludvig's neck like a twig with his foot, killing him but these things had consequences.