The Son Of Ragnar



Tyr was smart, this was an ingenious idea by the young warrior because he knew that the only reason Kjell or SIgny was interested in this battle was because of him.

If he took himself out of the equation, then they had no reason to join in the battle.

Sighvatur was going to take this after he heard his son had been killed, there was no reason why he would not want to avenge his son.

He was a father, one thing Tyr had learned over the years was to never underestimate the love a father has for his children.

Tyr was about to take advantage of that, Sighvatur would throw common sense out the window, Tyr had hoped that Sigvatur would make a decision emotionally driven as the sole reason for Vingulmark's contribution would be gone.

During the time he had spent addressing them, the night before, before he went into the house where a battle ensued, a man had spoken to him. 

A man under the platoon of Skaði, who turned ally, had informed Tyr of the attempts on his life.

But this was not all he did, he had given Tyr a tube containing a strange fluid.

This was why it took Tyr that long before he returned to his place, it was because he was being informed but Tyr wondered how he could use this to his advantage.

He had allowed the assailant to have the upper hand throughout the fight because, in reality, he could keep up quite easily but had downplayed his strength.

The poison, he allowed it into his bloodstream intentionally because this was the single thing that could supposedly kill him, Tyr knew it was a risk trusting a stranger but that stranger had nothing to gain by informing him of a plan for his life.

He took the liquid right after the assassin left, and this was the antidote to the poison. Tyr had escaped death once again but he gambled because what if the antidote did not work?

He knew he had to take that risk if he was going to scale the path he had set for himself.

Everyone was speechless because Tyr had managed to also get rid of those that did not have their loyalty rooted in place.

He knew that the possibility of traitors still existed but they had completed their mission of killing him so there was no other reason to stay.

"That was a bit extreme…" A voice said behind Tyr and Gudrun's eyes immediately widened in shock, there was no mistaking this voice.

It was Kolbeinn, he was still alive but the wounds he had incurred still limited what he could do, unlike Skaði that the arrows did not damage any major nerves.

She was bandaged and allowed to go, and her injuries were the reason it took her so long to arrive at Sighvatur's camp.

Gudrun was confused as to what was going on but she was not the only one, everyone was.

Tyr knew the battle would soon be decided but he was aware and he knew this chapter of his life would soon come to an end seeing as he had every intention of taking Rugalf on his generous offer but he would not be defenseless, he would have an army behind him that he could use to protect himself. 

"What is going on…? I thought you were both dead!?" A random man shouted but all Tyr did was chuckle.

"Come now, don't you know I cannot die?" Tyr teased and the man involuntarily blurted out.

"Tyr, The Undead!" 

pαndα---noνɐ1,сoМ Tyr liked this name, it was a good representation of how many death situations he had conquered because so many times, people have thought him dead and so many times, he proved them right.

But this was not entirely his idea, Finn had spoken to him in secret the day that Kolbeinn was injured, and this plan had worked in weeding out the weak-willed.

Saying Kolbeinn was dead gave Skaði a false assessment of their military might but faking his death was entirely on him, and no one could have guessed it as there was no way the assassin would think he had the antidote.

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A few hours passed, and the men that had retreated arrived in Sighvatur's camp, Sighvatur had already amassed his army and sent word to Jökull and Kjell, they were going to attack that night and wipe them off the face of the earth.

Kjell received the news of the passing of Sturla and he was amazed that Tyr could do it but he was more surprised that he was able to kill Gissur, even Kjell was not certain he could accomplish this feat, at least not with his single arm.

Aksel was glad it was coming to an end, but with Sighvatur only receiving news of Tyr's demise, he knew it would do him no good if he told Kjell and co so he kept this information to himself.

He was not going to inform them and this might have worked in his favor if Kjell did not have spies in their ranks, Kjell was experienced in this sort of thing and was informed of Tyr's death. 

Kjell kissed his teeth in irritation, he did not know how he died but from what he has been told and by the mood of his army, the war was as good as won. 

Aksel wanted to join the fray because it has been a while since he has been in an actual battle but Kjell was not interested in this. 

They had lost the primary reason they came here in the first place and now joining the battle only put losing men needlessly.

Kjell decided to sit still, he had no intentions of joining the battle, not until the status changed because Sighvatur did not keep his end of the bargain. 

Aksel, however, was not planning on taking the same passive stance as Kjell, he had prepared his men for combat simply for the sake of combat. 

Tyr's ingenious manipulation of information had given them a fighting chance.