The Son Of Ragnar

Skaði welcomed them, the night would be passed here as they had unknowingly avoided a battle that might have potentially put an end to this war.

But this was a fortunate event. They were informed of the fall of the camp a few hours after and the men that Sighvatur worked so hard to preserve had fallen in battle but he did not look upset because the men that fell were not much, this was the weakest camp with the least amount of men stationed there.

This was why Sighvatur and his son stayed there to even out the disadvantage.

He was impressed nonetheless that they had the gall to attack head-on.

A head-on attack that took them out and he knew this had to be Gissur's doing.

He was the only one mad enough to do something so brazen but this was why Sighvatur enjoyed him.

He was the exact opposite of his careful nature, Gissur looked for immediate victory without thinking about the future but this was exactly what made him a difficult opponent.

The camp was supposed to contain his wife and brother but these two had been moved as well.

Sighvatur left the camp but he never predicted an attack.

"Y-You bastards!" Njal cussed out, he was furious as to why they were not killing him.

Keeping him alive each day only fuelled his rage and the fact that they had turned Gissur's wife into a "urinary" was disgusting, to say the least.

They took turns urinating on her because of her mind-numbing stench, they made fun of her and Gissur because they were surprised that a man of his status was fucking such a horrible-looking slag.

Nobody wanted to fuck her, that was how unappealing she was because they did not want to catch something that she might have.

Sturla glanced at Njal, he could see the anger in his eyes amid the flickering flames.

Gissur's wife seemed to be the focal point of his gaze so Sturla casually walked up to her.

He understood his wife, this woman was the pride of his brother but what happens when you take away that prude?

It is a direct insult to Gissur, Sturla unfastened his trouser, he knew the woman was dehydrated as they did not give her the same treatment they gave Njal, who was being fed and cared for adequately.

Meanwhile, the only hydration this woman was getting was by drinking the urine of these Vikings.

She opened her mouth the moment the warm fluid left Sturla's dick, drenching her in piss.

Njal gnawed away at him but Sturla did something strange, he gestured for the warriors around him to release Njal from his confines.

Njal had been seething with rage and Sturla grew tired of the dirty looks he has been receiving from the captive.

Njal was momentarily confused because what could Sturla profit from releasing him?

Sturla kicked Gissur's wife right in the jaw, knocking her out in that single blow and this triggered Njal.

Njal charged at him, tackling Sturla, the warriors around wanted to interfere but Sighvatur gestured for them not to intervene.

Njal wrapped his hands around Sturla's neck, planted firmly on top of him, and began squeezing away, his grip was firm and the air in Sturla's neck constricted.

Sturla simply smiled as he stood up, despite Njal being on him, he stood up regardless of that weight showing his immense physical strength.

He grabbed his hand and removed his hands from his neck easily, Sturla was establishing his dominance because people had a misconception about his strength as they saw him as inferior to his father.

But this could not be further from the truth, Sturla had not only learned everything he knew about battle from his father but he had a younger body that could tolerate and evolve beyond that of his father.

Sturla was unimpressed by Njal, he was nothing compared to Gissur because Sturla knew if it was Gissur that had grabbed his neck, he would be dead.

"This is why you are not the Chieftain and if you look at me with such eyes again, I will kill the woman," Sturla said, right before snapping Njal's right wrist into half.

Njal screamed in pain, showing his low tolerance to pain but one could not blame considering his hand had just been broken.

He dropped to his knees, grunting away but Sturla crouched and raised his face to look him in the eyes.

"Those are the eyes that fit you the most. I have no interest in your life so just sit still and you might all live…" Sturla said; the rebellious look that Njal had moments ago was non-existent as he looked far more submissive.

Njal was bound again and Sighvatur chuckled at his son's display of brutality, he was like the upgraded version of himself but he was glad that he had raised such a fine young man.

"Father, I am going to kill Gissur when daybreak comes. I am not requesting your permission, I need to destroy the morale they have built or this might prove troublesome. I will go alone if need be…" Sturla said. The mind games his father was playing with them were beginning to make him suspicious, it was a risky game and he felt it archaic because power was absolute in the world.

He wanted to show them his power and why the Sturlungar clan should be feared.

Sighvatur did not give his son a verbal response but his eyes said it all.

Sturla was free to act on his own, he trusted his judgment and knew that Sturla taking a personal interest was out of his hand.

Sturla rarely showed personal interest and simply followed his father's goals and ambitions but now his blood lust had accumulated and he needed an outlet.

"I will come along if you don't mind," Skaði muttered behind him, she was not asking for his approval because he did not have a higher ranking than her in the clan but rather, equal. Sighvatur had no problem with her joining his son.

"Very well then. Bring Tyr back alive, he is our bargaining chip," Sighvatur instructed as he entered a tent to get some well-needed rest.