The Son Of Ragnar

A month passed, and the Sturlungar clan did not make another move but instead fortified their new base of operation but this put everyone on high alert.

And it only solidified Kolbeinn and Gissur\'s alliance.

Gissur never found out that his wife had "imprinted" on Tyr because what she did was a sacred act that he had thought was exclusive to him.

This was a form of betrayal because she had no business wanting to know the future of anyone that was not her husband, and Noa had no interest in telling Gissur or he might lash out at him.

Gissur was impulsive as shown on multiple occasions, Tyr was coming back to it, fortunately.

The injuries he had gotten were all but healed, this included the stab wound he had gotten from Noa\'s assault.

This could be attributed to the herbs that had been preserved, Gissur never once visited him there.

Each passing day only confirmed what Gō reported because there was no way that Njal would go this long without communicating with him.

Gissur was livid but Kolbeinn was there to keep him in check or he was at risk of imploding.

"Tyr, you\'re up and about?" Nora asked but something seemed different in Tyr\'s eyes.

It was cold, there was no sign of the warm boy that cuddled Gudrun to sleep or protected Nora from being defiled, it was hollow but the girls attributed this to him being in such a devastating state for so long.

Each time Tyr came close to death, he regained a lost part of himself and it was not always in the form of memories but something else, something unknown and dark for each close encounter with death brought him closer to being death itself.

"I am fine, Gudrun," Tyr responded but his tone was disconnected and cold.

Gudrun could not hold in her emotions and just started crying, she embraced him and sobbed profusely.

The coldness left Tyr\'s eyes the moment he felt her warmth, there was something familiar about her, something loving.

"You were worried, weren\'t you?" Tyr asked, stroking her hair gently.

"I thought you were going to die!" Gudrun barked and one could not blame her considering the state Tyr was in.

Kolbeinn came to see the boy, he wanted to inform Tyr about everything he had missed as Tyr saw things a lot differently than they did.

His input would be invaluable but Gissur did not accompany Kolbeinn on this, he instead spent the rest of the day with his wife.

"It is good to see you two are getting along well," Kolbeinn said, sitting on the chair on the opposite side of his bed.

"She worries a lot, I don\'t like when she worries," Tyr said as he kept stroking her hair.

He was more welcoming to public affection, and Kolbeinn knew it was only a matter of time before he completely lost his daughter to Tyr, the day every father feared.

"You could say the gods did not abandon me yet," Tyr teased, but Kolbeinn agreed with this statement.

Kolbeinn proceeded to tell him about every single thing that Tyr missed when he was out, this included Gudrun\'s speech to save him.

Gudrun buried her head deeper in his embrace, trying to hide her flushed face because it was a moment of weakness but Tyr found this amusing.

He laughed his ass out, and could not believe that Gudrun had gone to such lengths for him but he appreciated it.

Holding her face, he aligned it to look him directly in the eyes but she could barely maintain eye contact because there was this intense tension.

Her heart was beating fast, it felt like it would tear through her chest.

Tyr did the triangle method, where he would look at her eyes individually before looking at her lips.

"Does he want to kiss me here!? In front of my father?" Gudrun thought, she did not mind it but she did not want her father to be in the same room for her first kiss.

Tyr\'s face already began closer and she did not know what to do so all she did was close her eyes to accept this kiss. She puckered up but the kiss never came, instead, she felt something moist yet warm make contact with her forehead.

She opened her eyes and saw that Tyr had kissed her forehead and for some reason, this felt even more intimate than a kiss on the lips.

"I am one lucky bastard to have you by my side," Tyr said with a grin.

Gudrun knew at this moment that she would do anything for this boy, she knew for certain that she was in love with Tyr.

"You are still clueless, Tyr…" Kolbeinn said with an exhausted sigh.

"What do you mean, Chieftain Kolbeinn?" Tyr questioned.

"She wanted to be kissed on the li-!" Kolbeinn was interrupted by Gudrun\'s deafening scream.

"SHUT UP DAD!"

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Gissur was with his wife, he wanted to know what his fate was in the battle against the Sturlungar clan.

He knew his wife\'s most valuable trait was her ability to see into the future.

And now he needed her powers more than ever, would Kolbeinn betray him? Would they win the war? Would he survive? There were so many things he wanted to know.

She ingested her husband\'s blood like usual, but there was something strange.

"I cannot see it… It is empty…" She blurted out and Gissur did not know what she meant by this.

Maybe she needed more blood? He cut himself even deeper and gave him more of her blood.

But it was the same thing, she could not see anything but that could only mean that the gods\' favor was no longer in the favor of her husband.

"What have you done?" Gissur asked, but his wife looked panicked because she realized that the gods had chosen Tyr over him.

But that was only possible because she had imprinted on him, the imprinting was a secret act that made her the vessel of the one that the gods deemed worthy to tie her to but this was something Gissur knew.

"Was it that boy?" Gissur asked, veins becoming visible on his forehead. It looked like he was going to have an aneurysm at any moment.

"Y-Yes, my love," She responded and Gissur immediately punched the floor, bursting a hole right through it before storming towards the door.

"Where are you going my love!?" His wife called out.

"I am going to kill that little shit!"