The Son Of Ragnar

Rogaland was in an uproar, Tyr had attacked the most despicable of the brothers. 

The citizens feared Salgard, he was a lunatic and they were partly glad that someone dared to put their hands on him despite the consequence being them losing their lives. 

King Rugalf did not play with the safety of his family, he put them first in everything and the only violence he allowed was when they fought among themselves. 

This was why Salgard had free reign to abuse his brothers but Rugalf was fair in his laws. 

He prohibited his brothers from attacking the citizens as well for they were also forbidden even though Salgard has crossed this line numerous times without consequences. 

No one was brave enough to report him to Rugalf for they feared Salgard more than they did the King. 

Tyr was thrown in a cell as King Rugalf was briefed on what had happened.

"Fuck…" Tyr knew this was one big power play from Salgard, he wanted to show Tyr that he was not untouchable just because he was the son of a King and he did just that. 

Tyr was used to being imprisoned but this prison was in far better conditions than the few he has been in. 

Tyr was not frightened because he knew he could not be killed by Rugalf or he would face the wrath of Ragnar. 

"Hey, dumbass…" A voice called out and Tyr looked through his cage to see Estrid, peeking through. 

"What do you want?" Tyr asked, thinking she had come to make fun of his current predicament.

"You really went and did it… I told you to stay away from him…. Why do boys never listen," Estrid said with a defeated sigh.

"If you came here to make fun of me, how about you just leave?" Tyr blurted out, he was in no mood for jokes.

"You are bleeding?" Estrid noticed the dried blood on his forehead and she instinctively knew what happened with that single piece of information.

"Uncle Salgard attacked you first, did he not?" Estrid asked and Tyr was confused as to what she was getting at. 

What did he matter if he attacked him first? No one saw it happen, the only thing they saw was his fist making contact with Salgard. 

"Yeah, right before I punched him…" Tyr said but this was another thing that Estrid found strange. 

"You punched Uncle Salgard? That is impossible…" Estrid said; she thought Tyr was imprisoned for a different reason entirely. 

" I do not care if you do not believe me! I am not going to go about explaining my strength to you!" Tyr barked. 

"You overreact a lot, you know that right? I do not care how strong you are, there is no way you could have punched Uncle Salgard…" Estrid reiterated her claim, she stood firm in this belief. 

"What makes you so sure?" Tyr asked, there was no way that Salgard could be that strong. 

"I heard your stories in the wild and how you defeated Sighvatur and his son…" Estrid said; Tyr was confused as to what this had to do with anything. 

"And so…?" Tyr asked, raising a brow. He was surprised that those two were known as far as here. 

But that would explain why Signy had heard about them, they were not as unknown as Tyr was led to believe. 

"Uncle Salgard defeated Sighvatur and his son alone…" Estrid said but this was not impressive. 

He also defeated Sighvatur alone, so what was the big idea? 

"I killed them… I think I take the lead here," Tyr bragged, rolling his eyes. 

"Listen, you dumbass! Uncle Salgard fought against both of them alone and won!" Estrid made herself a lot clearer and Tyr\'s face said it all. 

There was no way that Salgard fought those two monsters alone and won because if he had the amount of power Estrid claimed then that would make him virtually invincible.

"You are messing with me," Tyr was in denial and no one could blame him.

"I wish I was but if you did punch Uncle Salgard. You will be punished…" Estrid said with a sigh.

"I cannot be killed, I am a son of Ragnar. Even King Rugalf is not careless enough to kill me for such a reason…" Tyr yawned, he was getting bored being seated in place for so long. 

"You are right. Father will not kill you…" Estrid said and Tyr had an uninterested look. 

"But you will lose the hand in which you hit Uncle Salgard with…." Estrid said; she knew how important it was for a warrior to have both hands so Tyr losing an arm would cut his power in half.

He would barely be able to function as a Viking and Tyr initially thought she was messing with him due to her aloof facial expression but it made sense or Salgard would not have gone through such trouble to implicate him. 

"Well, I will see you when the punishment is done," Estrid said casually like losing an arm was no big deal. 

"Do you think one arm will stop me from killing Salgard? If I lose my arms, I will chew away with my teeth. It may not be today, it may not be tomorrow but I will kill him," Tyr said. Estrid found this a bit cringe considering that he was nowhere near Salgard. 

Rage was fine as a motivating factor but power is power, emotions will not close that gap.

But before Estrid could take another step, she felt something dark and ominous behind her. 

She froze in place, she was terrified because it felt like if she looked back, she would meet her end. 

"What is this?" Estrid muttered shakingly but Tyr\'s mind had left the vicinity. 

He was prepared to give an arm but he swore if he lost that arm, he would take the life of Salgard despite not knowing how, one thing that Tyr\'s life had taught him was that just because someone was stronger than you did not mean they possessed the skills to utilize those strengths to their fullest potential.

"I will kill him!"