The Son Of Ragnar

Tyr was captured but he was not treated like a prisoner and was even allowed a certain degree of freedom to wander around. This was strange considering he was an enemy but this could also be a trap to make him drop his guard around them.

He had no intention of dropping his guard despite being disarmed long before, Tyr knew if he acted recklessly they would have his head, and as much as he would not mind dying.

He had not done enough to even think of entering Valhalla, he was still known as only.

"The son of Ragnar," something he wanted to change by all means, for he was more than just a son of Ragnar. He was Tyr Ragnarsson and everyone will soon know his name.

"Are you hungry?" The man that captured him asked, he fitted the description of King Asmund but he did not give off the aura of a King.

There was something off about all of this as everyone treated him like a normal person.

Tyr was sure he was not the King a few moments ago but he was now doubting his earlier judgment because this man looked exactly like the man that was described.

"Who are you?" Tyr asked him but the man did not respond, he always wore a gentle smile that made him come off as harmless but Tyr knew better than to trust appearances.

"Does it matter who I am? Knowing who I am won't impact the war your king started for the gods have already seen how it ends." The man said, tossing a loaf of bread to Tyr, who snatched it from the air.

He examined it with suspicion because this would be the perfect way to poison him but if they truly wanted him dead, he would be dead and he was starving.

Tyr dug into the loaf of bread and devoured it under a minute like a man that has not seen food for days.

"Hahaha! You were starving. I hate seeing children fight on the front lines. Kids should be allowed to be kids, not being forced to be men," The man said,

"You are King Asmund…" Tyr said, there was no way a common warrior could have such elegance, there was something superior in the way he interacted with Tyr.

He had a certain refinery that common men did not have the luxury of possessing as Tyr was drawn in by his words the more they spoke like it was some sort of hypnosis.

"I am whoever you want me to be, child but on the battlefield with my warriors, I am just a man. Tyr, the son of Ragnar, You have made quite a name for yourself at such a young age. I was surprised when I heard some of my men were cut down by a mere child." Asmund said.

"I AM NOT A CHILD!" Tyr barked back to which Asmund chuckled.

"You reacting that way is what makes you a child, Tyr…" Asmund responded, Tyr noticed his stiff body loosen up as he was growing fond of the man he was convinced was Asmund.

"Why did you bring me here?" Tyr asked, he wanted to get straight to the point.

"I want you to help me put a stop to this war, Tyr," Asmund responded and Tyr's face visibly cringe before he carelessly blurted out.

"Then offer me your head and the war will be over!" Tyr said, but he realized where he was the moment those words left his lips. He was getting too comfortable.

"That is what I intend to do but I need you to do something for me…" Asmund responded.

A response that shocked Tyr because why would he want to give up his life and lose the war despite being the one to start it?

Did he realize he could not win it or was this him playing tricks? No, from their little interaction, this man seemed honest but what if everything was to gain the trust of Tyr?

"What is it that you want?" Tyr asked nervously and Asmund proceeded to whisper something that made Tyr's eyes dilate in shock.

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"I have an idea." Bjorn had alerted everyone around him, but the moment all eyes were on him he got a bit self-conscious. The moment his eyes met that of his father, he calmed down instantly and processed his thoughts into words.

Bjorn began to lay down his idea and it drew awe from those around him, but others did not like the idea either as it was visible from their faces but only one person's opinion mattered.

And that was King Askild.

Bjorn looked at him and Askild maintained his silence as he watched the young Viking.

Ragnar was shocked that this idea came out from the mind of his son and hoped that King Askild would reject it because it was far too risky and reckless.

"You are Bjorn, are you not?" King Askild asked a question that Bjorn was not expecting but he nodded to confirm his identity.

"Let's give your idea a try," Askild said with an indifferent tone. There was so much on the line and Askild was leaving it in the hands of a kid.

The warriors that were patrolling the border were soon startled by a scream and it was the scream of a child, it was Bjorn running towards them stark naked.

He had wounds all over his body as he ran to the guards, the fact that he was naked and unarmed made them subconsciously dismiss him as a threat but told him to stop regardless.

"THEY ARE HERE! THEY KILLED MY FAMILY!" Bjorn screamed, his acting was one that even the gods could not replicate because it was sublime.

The moment he said they were here, the guards' attention immediately spiked as they took a defensive stance against any incoming threats.

Bjorn instantly became a valuable asset to them because they wanted to learn what he knew but they could not do so here when the threat of an attack was high so they instructed Bjorn to go to the man on horseback and an arrow flew past Bjorn but narrowly missed him.

"Go now, kid!" The Vestfold Viking shouted as that arrow only confirmed the authenticity of his story, Bjorn risked his life on such a cunning plan that bore fruit.

"Hurry! Get on kid!" The man on horseback said and the moment Bjorn climbed the horse.

Bjorn took the dagger strapped on the man and stabbed right in the spine before slitting his throat soon after, forcing his body to fall to the ground.

"W-What!?" The Vestfold Viking noticed that Bjorn had killed one of their own.

"NOW!" Bjorn shouted and a volley of arrows bombarded the area of the patrolling Vikings, fatally wounding all the patrolling Vikings.

"Advance!" Askild said and Ragnar at that moment could not believe how much his son had grown right there and then.