historical

Tyr was in a critical condition, he was unconscious and barely hanging onto his life after Gissur was done with him but this was no surprise.

Tur had gotten arrogant and forgot about the warning Kolbeinn had given him, but he thought the same trick with Kolbeinn might work with him but he could not be more wrong.

Gissur was a primal man that had mastered his instincts, he could feel it in his bones that Tyr was a threat despite being just a boy.

But Gissur did not like his blatant arrogance and would have killed him if Tyr did not have an important role to play in the prophecy his wife had seen.

Tyr was saved, and he was rushed to be treated but his condition was serious and there was no way he would be ready for any battle for quite some time.

Gissur did not know the dangers that lurked from all directions because the fate of his brother was all but sealed and if they managed to claim that territory, Gissur would not stand a chance at the onslaught that awaited them.

Gissur was with his wife, resting on her lap as he stroked his hair like a child.

She sang old songs for her husband and he smiled as her voice allowed his muscles to rest.

He was glad that she was in his life but Gissur was not interested in her because of her appearance but because of her nurturing nature.

She had a mother's touch, a touch he yearned for, for the longest time.

"The boy, he came just like you said.." Gissur told his wife.

"Your visions have never led me astray, my love.." Gissur said with a big grin, adjusting his head.

"I want to see the child.." His wife said. Gissur got quiet quickly because she did not tell her what he did to Tyr, and had no intentions of telling her that.

"I do not think he is in any condition to see you," Gissur teased but his wife did not understand what her husband meant and she also knew better than to press Gissur for answers.

This was how she kept her marriage to him peaceful, she knew when to keep her mouth shut because being Gissur's safe space was so much more important than satisfying her curiosity.

Soon, chaotic noises echoed outside, but Gissur did not look worried even though he knew they were under attack.

"My love, I will be right back," Gissur's tone was casual as he got up to his feet to equip his broadsword.

His wife did not look troubled either, he did not even bother wearing a shirt and just stepped outside like he was going for a stroll.

He looked around and he could see the battles around him ensuing, but Gissur began to whistle the song his wife had just sung him.

He was even doing a few dance steps, swaying his hips from left to right as he cut down anyone that dared challenge him.

Gudrun shot an arrow in his direction but all he did was sway to the left, the arrow missing its mark.

Gudrun could not get him no matter how many arrows she fired but it should not be possible.

The cover of the dark was meant to be to her advantage and despite Gissur not having a proper view of the arrows, he still dodged them.

But he suddenly stopped dancing and looked around after he realized who it was that was attacking.

He looked disappointed, seeing the clan crest of the ásbirningar.

"What the fuck?" Gissur cussed, he turned around and began heading back to the building he had just exited.

"GISSUR!" A voice called out and Gissur turned around to see who it was that was calling him.

"Kolbeinn, you should take your punks and leave before I slaughter you all," Gissur dismissed him like he was a mere child, he did not take him seriously but Kolbeinn knew he could not back down until they got Tyr back.

"I think you know why I am here!" Kolbeinn fired back and Gissur just started laughing.

He could not believe Kolbeinn thought he stood a chance.

"And if I told you I killed him, would you leave me to my wife?" Gissur asked and Kolbeinn kept quiet as he looked at Nora, almost like he was giving her the go-ahead.

"Chieftain Gissur, Tyr is not just a Chieftain. He is the child of.." Nora said; this was the first time that they were going to make it public knowledge.

"..... Ragnar Lothbrok." Gissur completed it for them.

This surprised them because Tyr had kept it under wraps for as long as they knew.

"While we are at it, I wanted to ask.." Gissur said, turning his body to face them.

"Which one of you killed Isak?" Gissur asked and Nora immediately lost her thought process.

"I-Isak is dead?" Nora involuntarily blurted out before covering her mouth, hoping no one heard her but they did.

"It seems you know something about it," Gissur said, pointing his broadsword at her.

"Where is Tyr?" Gudrun took over the dialogue before they veered off subject.

"I beat him to a pulp, he just kept talking and talking. It never ended, so I bashed his face in and just kept punching until he could not speak again," Gissur looked happy as he recollected what he had done to Tyr but this only made everyone angry.

Something Gissur did not care about because rage is useless if one does not have the power to channel it.

"But I cannot kill him.. Not yet. The prophecy forbids it." Gissur said and everyone wondered what he was talking about but their attention was focused on the person standing behind him.

"Y-You hurt him!?" Gissur's wife said, looking panicked but Gissur did not understand why she was outside, she rarely came outside.

"My love, I just touched him a bit," Gissur said nervously and his wife screamed like a maniac.

Dropping to her knees as she began to pull out her hair.

"T-This is wrong! Wrong! Wrong! Wrong!" The woman said and Gissur tried to comfort his wife.

But the one thing that went through everyone's mind was.

"What the fuck am I looking at?"