Tyr was with Estrid and around him was a litter of corpses, he did not hesitate to slaughter anyone that ca within proximity of him or his wife.
Tyr noticed sothing strange, he noticed that these n attempted to take his life and that of his wife.
Why would they want to kill them?
They were being targeted, and these were warriors that hailed from the sa Kingdom as Ludvig.
There was no way that they could have known so were their actions independent of that result?
Tyr was curious, he knew that they could not afford to let them have their way and he ard himself with the sword of the fallen warrior.
Estrid was traumatized, she could not help but think this was her fault because none of this would have happened if she did not attack Ludvig but was this the case? Why were they being targeted?
Tyr knew he had to find out what was going on but there was so little ti.
A scream echoed closely, Tyr instructed his wife to hide even though they could not have sex to seal the marriage the night prior due to the circumstances surrounding them.
Tyr rushed to the scene and he saw Eva and Aslaug being surrounded by multiple hungry-looking n, things were becoming chaotic and everyone took this as a free pass to do as they pleased.
"S-Stay back!" Eva warned but the n had no intention of listening.
Tyr was tired of seeing the sa cycle, was rape and violence such a normalized thing in this world to the extent that even soone as high ranking as Aslaug was not safe?
Tyr knew that this world was rotten and these Vikings were so strong because they had embraced that rot and turned it into strength.
"Enough!" Tyr scread, and this drew everyone's attention to him, giving room for Aslaug and Eva to sneak away.
The leader of these n clicked his tongue in annoyance the mont he saw that the won had escaped, he would have instructed his n to give chase but even they would be in trouble if they were seen chasing Aslaug.
"Tyr Ragnarsson? We have no business with you! Run along now!" The man barked, this set of Vikings belonged to Tryggve.
"Do you like picking on helpless people?" Tyr asked, he looked rather angry because this was a sensitive topic for him considering his mother had experienced it.
He was reminded each ti he saw this and Tyr wondered if Lagertha was as scared as this woman or if she had the reaction of the next woman, he hated it.
"Get lost or even you would not escape judgent!" The Viking warned but Tyr just chuckled.
"Judgnt?" Tyr asked, walking towards them in a very casual manner, Tyr knew that they would attack if he got close enough and he had no problems killing anyone or anything.
There was no way anyone could point fingers at him if there were no witnesses.
Tyr, however, felt the wind at the nape of his neck distort, signifying that sothing was homing in at him from that direction, Tyr quickly moved out of the way by ducking but it grazed him.
Naturally, the warriors around him were stunned because he reacted like he had eyes at the back of his head but this did not stop all three from attacking him.
Tyr could not make out where the archer was but he knew whoever was firing the arrow was doing so from his blindspot making the fight a little more difficult.
The two Vikings attacked simultaneously from his right and left, Tyr had a weapon in only one hand so his only choice was to dodge their attack, he did so by leaping back but the mont his feet left the ground, another arrow whistled through the air but once again, Tyr managed to dodge it at the very last second but not unscathed.
"You are a strong boy…" A voice said behind him, Tyr could tell by the n before him that this man was of prominent standing.
Tyr was now sandwiched between them as he jerked his head back to see who it was that was talking.
It was no other than King Tryggve, who had on his battle armour and a huge sword strapped to his back.
"Why are you doing this!?" Tyr questioned, hoping to get so sort of answer.
"It seems the gods do not favour my son as they do you…" Tryggve spoke, ignoring his question.
Tryggve looked confused as to why he was seeing wounds on Tyr as well as why they were in such a secluded place.
"Did my n harm you?* King Tryggve asked, he sounded a lot calr and more composed than he did when he first found out that his son was dead with the long sleeves he had on swaying with the wind.
He accepted this cruel fate and took comfort in the fact that he was in Valhalla.
Tyr did not speak because he did not know what angle this man was coming from.
Tyr knew not to trust so blindly because he was aware of the consequences but Aslaug ca into view soon after alongside Eva.
The Vikings imdiately tensed up and Tryggve knew that Aslaug must have been responsible for what was going on.
"King Tryggve, your n tried to have their way with Lady Aslaug!" Eva blurted out and Tryggve's anger was visible. Of all the won to set their eyes on, they chose Aslaug.
Tryggve walked in their direction, instructing them to get on their knees and they obeyed with hesitation.
Tyr was surprised, he stood in place as Tryggve walked right past him.
The n looked like they knew what was coming and in the blink of an eye, they all lost their heads with a single swing from Tryggve's sword, killing them.
"You must forgive their manners, Lady Aslaug but that is the effect your beauty has on them…" Tryggve said before returning his attention to Tyr except he was not sheathing his sword.
"I am afraid I cannot let you go, Tyr. You are a son of Ragnar and Ragnar is suspected to have a hand in my son's death…" Tryggve said and this caught Tyr completely off-guard.
One look at Tryggve and Tyr could tell that this man was strong, if he fought him alone then it would be a tightly contested fight and he could not afford such as Estrid still needed his protection.
He had so many questions but experience taught him that people rarely spoke unless they had to.
This was no different, Tyr had to sohow beat the information out of him.
"I am a son of Ragnar as well…" A voice said behind and Tyr cracked a smile the mont he heard it.
It was Bjorn, this was the perfect situation for him as Bjorn walked to his brother's side.
"I thought you were dead, it seems you really cannot be killed," Bjorn joked.
"Die before my rival? Such nonsense…"Tyr fired back because both brothers were about to enter a life-or-death situation with King Tryggve even though everything in their body told them that he did not want their heads.
"Two sons of Ragnar? I could not have asked for a better match up…" Tryggve said as he bent down to grab a sword and tossed it in Bjorn's direction.
"It seems he does not take us seriously, brother…" Tyr said but Tryggve interrupted him.
"On the contrary, it is because I take you seriously that I have allowed you to die like a warrior. I only need one of you alive but I cannot incur the wrath of Rugalf so that makes you…" Tryggve said, pointing his sword at Bjorn.
"... The odd man out," He concluded.
Bjorn told Tyr to stand back and Tyr was rather surprised by Bjorn's willingness to engage in violence.
He injured Sighvatur in a proper fight so he must be strong but Tyr was yet to see just how much his big brother had improved in terms of combat.
"I allowed you an advantage and you threw it away?" Tryggve asked, confused by this recklessness which he could only attribute to their age.
They did not know their limits and Tryggve had every intention of reminding them that they were just kids.
Bjorn picked the sword up and inspected it, it was a standard sword with no special features or characteristics.
It was just bland but this should do, the sword did not have any chip in it and was rather sharp.
"Alright, good enough…" Bjorn muttered and King Tryggve waited patiently but he did not have to wait much longer as Bjorn charged at him with the sword in hand.
Tyr found himself worried about Estrid but he also realized that she knew this Kingdom like the back of her hand so finding a place to hide should not be difficult.
"You can do it, Bjorn…" Tyr found himself cheering Bjorn as this was the perfect fight to see just how strong his big brother had grown.
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