The Son Of Ragnar

Nora woke up in the house, she was surrounded by other people drinking and talking like normal people. She was surprised they had so much food with a fireplace in the middle of the house, providing them warmth in this terrible weather.

Nora was surprised she was alive, but glad nonetheless because she had no intentions of dying.

"Nora!" A voice called. It was the dreaded voice of Kolbeinn, he was in the corner with two ladies by his side. He had an intimidating aura around him but she could not defy him in his home because she had managed to find the audience she was seeking and it only took killing the people she was with and a few hours in the snow to get it.

Her body was sore everywhere, and she could not do anything about the overwhelming pain either but Kolbeinn had called her, she dared not defy him.

She walked towards him, everyone looking at her, she was clothed in fur and every step she took sent a jolting pain throughout her body.

"Chieftain Kolbeinn Ungi Arnórsson, I am thankful to be the recipient of your mercy," Nora said but the Chieftain was in no mood for her to kiss his ass.

She saw his hands in the clothes of the two girls by his sides, fondling their breasts.

"Spare me the formalities, who is this man you speak of and how did he possess the power to kill Skol?" Kolbeinn questioned, Nora was glad he wanted to get straight to the point because it would spare her the explanation.

"He is a man that possesses a strange skin, and he killed Skol in only two exchanges," Nora said but Kolbeinn was not impressed by this feat.

"I did it in one, Skol is the weakest leader among the clans so why do you think I would want to meet him?" Kolbeinn asked her

"The clans are at war, do you think a clan that cannot wipe its ass has any say on how they can help my clan? You cannot even survive on your own," Kolbeinn laughed off her attempts at negotiation, and the ladies beside him joined in on his mockery.

Nora kept quiet because he did have a point.

"One would think you sleeping for three days would knock some sense into you but here you are sprouting nonsense, do you wish to insult me?" Kolbeinn spoke and Nora was surprised because she did not realize she had been asleep for that long.

"I was asleep for three days?" Nora asked and just then, a man stumbled into the house.

It was Inskan, and to everyone\'s surprise, the tongues of his own men were wrapped around his neck in the form of a necklace.

Tyr did exactly what was done to Finn to Inskan and just like Inskan, he trailed him back to this place. This act definitely got the attention of Kolbeinn Ungi Arnórsson.

Kolbeinn Ungi Arnórsson granted him the audience, he stepped out first with the rest of his warriors coming out one by one until Tyr was surrounded.

Kolbeinn noticed Skol\'s sledgehammer strapped to this man\'s back so there was no way that Nora\'s story wasn\'t true.

"Who are you?" Kolbeinn questioned, looking at him dead in the eyes but he noticed the look in Tyr\'s eyes, these were the eyes of a true warrior, it was nothing like Skol\'s eyes.

"I am the boy who will unify all clans under one ruler, under me. Do you want to submit to me the easy way or the hard way?" Tyr asked and even Nora knew this was a bit overboard because the gap in terms of strength between Kolbeinn and Skol was vast.

Tyr challenging him was a bit of an overstretch.

Kolbeinn looked at Tyr then tilted his head back at Inskan before bursting out laughing.

"VERY GOOD! YOU HAVE THE TRUE MAKINGS OF A WARRIOR! WELCOME! WELCOME!" Kolbeinn shouted in excitement, gesturing for Tyr to follow him inside the house.

Tyr was momentarily confused because he thought he would be more hostile considering what he had just done. Tyr came here alone so it would have been easy to kill him or at least that is what an enemy should be thinking.

Tyr noticed the blisters on Nora\'s skin but he did not care much about what she went through as long as she completed her task, which she did not.

She had failed woefully but it still worked out in his favor.

"I go by Kolbeinn Ungi Arnórsson, I am the head of the Ásbirningar clan! What is your name, friend?" Kolbeinn was excited, he offered Tyr drinks and food, and he was providing him hospitality he did not know existed in this world.

"I go by the name Tyr…" Tyr said, omitting his connections with Ragnar Lothbrok.

"Tyr, like the god of war? Do you think yourself a god, boy?" Kolbeinn questioned but Tyr cackled in response.

"I am no such thing and certainly no boy," Tyr responded, stopping his cackling.

"I think my warriors would not mind a good story! We have been here for far too long! Tell us about your adventure, Tyr!" Kolbeinn said and everyone cheered.

Tyr was all smiles, but never did he drop his guard, something that Kolbeinn took note of.

Nora got closer to him, she was curious as well about how Tyr survived all these years alone.

It was no secret he was a child when he first encountered Skol, and everyone presumed he died because of the fall yet here he was.

Nora had so many questions but she hoped the story would clear it all up, all she knew was he was the son of a man named Ragnar.

Tyr knew he would need allies, and his arrogance might have found him a friend in Kolbeinn.

He also noticed the women here were a lot different from how the women in his \'clan\' were but it could be because their living conditions varied greatly.

Tyr was glad that Kolbeinn did not take his threat seriously because now he had been given a second chance at a first impression, one that he did intend to mess up.

And for this exact reason, Tyr gave in to their requests.

This was the story of Tyr during the "Blank Period"