The Son Of Ragnar

An attempt had been made on Gudrun's life, an act that would not be overlooked by Kolbeinn.

He gathered a small unit almost immediately and gave chase to the assailant as he had no intentions of letting them go scot-free upon Gudrun explaining what had happened.

Tyr had saved her life and this act was enough to buy 100% of Kolbeinn's trust.

He had no doubt in his mind that Tyr had the best interest of the clan in his heart if he chose self sacrifice over self preservation.

"Tyr! You have my gratitude!" Kolbeinn thanked him, bowing his head, an act that had never been done by him.

Nora, however, was fuming in the corner because she began to perceived Gudrun as a weakness.

Tyr would not be in this state if not for her and in terms of how valuable one's life was.

Tyr's life easily outweighed hers, he was a cautious individual with immeasurable skills but he should not be wasting his time with a girl that cannot even defend herself.

Tyr yanked the sword stuck in his chest, throwing the bloodied sword to the ground.

Kolbeinn picked up the weapon, it was not a weapon in their inventory but he recognized the design of this delicately crafted blade.

It was the work of an infamous blacksmith that only the Haukdælir has access to and there was no doubt about who was responsible for this.

Kolbeinn could tolerate a lot of things but an attempt to the only person he truly loved was an act he would not overlook.

The prospect of his clan joining the war was not certain before but this attempt on Gudrun's life all but guaranteed their participation

The party that gave chase, however, could not catch the assailant because he was not only fast but somehow managed to cover his tracks while retreating, an impressive skill but it did not matter because he had the person responsible for it right here.

Tyr noticed the look in Kolbeinn's eyes and smirked.

"That's it… Those are the eyes I want to see…" Tur thought.

From his experience, a war is best fought when it is personalized for he knew how much hatred could fuel the spirit of warriors and right now, Kolbeinn had a reason to hate the Haukdælir clan.

In a few minutes, everyone was gathered for Kolbeinn to address, Tyr was surprised how angry everyone else was considering Gudrun was not tied to them remotely but he soon discovered that everyone saw her as their younger sister, the innocent they wanted to protect.

"They have crossed a line that even the gods themselves do not attempt…." Kolbeinn started his speech, and Tyr listened with intent as he was curious what Kolbeinn wished to accomplish with this.

"They tried to touch my daughter! They tried to touch your sister! To take her away from us!" Kolbeinn barked, his eyes were red for the rage that coursed through his body was insurmountable.

"Now. I will take away their fathers, their brother, their sisters and most importantly, their Chieftain!" The cheers that followed was thunderous. While Tyr had been exposed to better pre-war gyration, this was not bad as it had the same effect as others and that was to boost the morale of those exposed to it.

"Tyr…" Kolbeinn called him up to join him, an act that Tyr was not expecting evident by the look on his face.

He walked up to Kolbeinn, with applauds from the warriors around him, his wound had been patched by Nora. Nora knew with the war brewing, and her lover's being given a place in the clan, their contribution would be invaluable due to the information they possessed.

"This man saved my daughter! And I, Kolbeinn Ungi Arnórsson, swear on my life to repay this act." Kolbeinn swore an oath to Tyr.

Tyr went from being a threat to a person that Kolbeinn now trusted with his life.

"Hahaha! It was nothing. I would do the same for everyone of you…. We are brothers!" Tyr exclaimed.

"You hear that warriors! We are brothers!" Kolbeinn repeated after him as the cheers continued.

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Njal had gone to the front lines, leaving just Gissur in their stronghold, and Gissur had all the necessary information he needed to act.

He had not spent time with his wife recently, and decided to dedicate the day to satisfying all her needs, be it sexual or otherwise.

The prophecy about Tyr sat in the back of his mind because he did not know when this prophecy would come to pass.

"My love…" Gissur called out to his sleeping wife, she was anything but hygienic was not one of them.

Her stench stunk up the room but it did not bother Gissur as he was not 'alright' upstairs.

The stench aroused him even and that was one of his sexual triggers.

He was aroused the moment he stepped into the room, and his wife, who was faced down on the bed, was alerted of her husband's presence only because she could feel something hard pushing against her butt cheeks.

But before she could brace herself, she felt his powerful hand push her head against the bed with such force that it felt like he would squash it beneath his immense hand.

Gissur knew this body belonged to him and he wanted to explore it to his satisfaction today.

Gissur did not bother lubing up his dick because his wife was as nasty as she was perverse.

Gissur's dick made its way inside her, kissing her cervix, the jolt of pain and pleasure that shot up her spine was like a drug.

Gissur's hips kept going back and forth, he was anything but gentle considering he was meant to be pleasuring his wife yet he was fucking her like he would any whore in a collapsed doggy position.

She could not move, all she could do was moan like a wild beast as her husband fucked her like she was done sex toy to be used by him only.

She did not mind this, because this was how she liked to be fucked, like she was nothing.