The Son Of Ragnar

Erik and Sven were out in terms of the war as they had lost almost all their men, but their strength was not to be taken lightly as they could still have important roles in the war.

Tyr would have been a casualty if he joined this battle because of his stamina, he was quick and nimble but he had not built the stamina to sustain this strain on his body.

"Are we done here, Erik?" Sven asked, Oskar looked on in horror as it felt like steam was leaving Erik's body but something was strange because Erik looked furious despite getting Tyr back.

Sven suspected that he was angry because of Tyr but he was wrong, he was not angry because of Tyr but he was angry that the men he had lost fell to unworthy warriors.

He was angry that these men were able to push them as much as they did, and the survivors were few.

"We are done, let us head to Vestfold. I must be the one to take the head of that old man." Erik shouted and luckily, this camp. They had horses so this was an advantage as it would help them travel faster but Erik was not familiar with the terrain so the probability of them getting lost was high.

"I think it should be easy to find the capital. Follow my lead!" Oskar said, mounting a horse as with the others except for Tyr. Tyr did not know how to ride a horse as his father had never taught him nor did he think he needed to learn but Erik offered him his hand and his horse.

Erik was willing to share his horse with the child, it was impressive that Tyr had won the liking of Erik in such a short time but that could be because of his lack of regard for human life.

Tyr mounted Erik's horse and they were on their way, they followed Oskar as he had been to Vestfold before but not to the capital.
Sven looked at Tyr with curiosity because he knew that this boy would grow to be a great warrior but he knew that if it was Erik's path he followed, the chances of him being a sane warrior were already at 0 due to Erik's barbaric nature.

Journeying, they encountered a small village where men and women farmed. It was strange that they were not evacuated considering a war was being forward and this was what they needed as they needed food and rest.

They were hostiles and it was clear that the farmers were aware as they tried to keep them up by having their men take up arms and blocking the entrance to the village.

Erik was covered in blood from head to toe and his cold eyes looked down on them.

Tyr knew what was coming but these were not warriors, these were innocent people.

Innocent people should not be dragged into this and Tyr quickly jumped off the horse before Erik could respond because the only response Erik knew was blood.

"P-Please, we do not want to hurt you…" Tyr started the conversation as he pleaded with them.

"We have defeated your army, but I wonder, why did they not evacuate you?" Oskar tossed the question out there.

"It is because they do not consider you part of Vestfold and that is why you are in the middle of a war so give us passage and access to your village so you do not have to become casualties as well," Oskar concluded his dialogue and this resulted in them murmuring among one another.

And it worked as they reluctantly gave them passage, Tyr heaved a huge sigh of relief because he understood that warriors wanted to die a warrior's death, that was the thing he used to keep his morals in check but if they started killing innocent people then that would break his fragile moral code. But luckily, Oskar had sorted out their problem by letting them know of their reality as the farmers knew there was no way they could stop them if they decided to forcefully take over the village.

They were offered food and drinks for free, and Tyr was given water seeing as he wasn't allowed to drink due to his age.

"I need a whore…" Erik said out of the blue, as his eyes darted around to find one. He noticed a girl had been staring at him, but he did not know if it was lust or fear that brought this interest nor did he care. He ate his food like a wild animal, something that Oskar found distasteful.

The luck they had was that a village happened to be here. It did not take long for him to finish eating.

"I will see you guys later, I need to empty my balls…" Erik said, standing up to go meet the lady that was looking at him. She had huge breasts, and he could see her nipples poking from her shirt.

Erik did not speak at all, he grabbed her by the wrists and took her away, Tyr looked on as he was curious about what he was going to do with her after he fucks her.

"Tyr, the son of Ragnar Lothbrok…" Sven called out his name.

This was the first time that Sven had some alone time with Tyr and he wanted to know what was it about him that made him feel uneasy.

"Yes sir?" Tyr responded, eating the meat in his front in a calm manner as he had eaten earlier in the camp, Sven noticed he was not as hungry too. He had no injuries or wounds on him so it means he was not tortured so why did the man they thought was Asmund after him in the first place?

"Have you betrayed Vestfold?" Sven blurted out and even Oskar nearly choked upon hearing this. Tyr looked right into Sven's eyes.

"Why will I betray the one place that accepted me?" Tyr responded, the look in his eyes told Sven all he needed to know.

"Why did that man take you, what did he tell you?" Sven questioned, he was inquisitive now and wanted to see if Tyr would be transparent with him.

"I need you to trust me, sir but this is something only I can do," Tyr said and Sven kept quiet because Tyr could have easily lied but he was honest about it.

Oskar was with the head of the man slain and this was because they believed in their hearts of hearts that this man was Amsund, they hoped he was because if he was, they could end the war.