The Son Of Ragnar

"What the fuck is she doing here?" Ulrik did not like seeing the woman before him, but no one knew why. Herfjötur was tired of the noise, and just a look from her was enough to make Ulrik keep quiet.

"I am tired of this; I am going to kill every single one of them!" Herfjötur was angry, and she walked back and forth, thinking of what to do.

Ulrik realized that his cousin was the reason they could find him, this was their hiding spot when they were younger, but he had questions for Herfjötur and Karl regarding what was happening.

Ulrik remembered that Arvid was here; he did not know what Herfjötur would do if she saw him and moved to inform her of the current situation.

"Herfjötur, I have to tell you something." Ulrik tried his best to get Herfjötur\'s attention, but he was frightened for some reason. His body told him this was not the time, but he had to.

"Arvid?" Herfjötur muttered, and Ulrik knew things were about to get rough, but for some reason, Herfjötur was calm; it was safe to say that seeing Arvid calmed her down.

Arvid immediately teared up the moment he saw her. This was strange, considering Arvid had no way to react the way he did; the look in his eyes was not that of fear but rather regret.

Herfjötur kept quiet, prompting Ulrik to question what was happening, but he soon felt a hand on his shoulder.

The feel, the hand size; Ulrik looked back only to see the lady in her mid-thirties touching his shoulder.

Without a moment\'s thought, Ulrik jammed his first right into her jaw, sending her tumbling to the ground.

But he did not stop there; he mounted her and pummeled her face.

"DON\'T YOU EVER FUCKING TOUCH ME!" Ulrik screamed as he pounded away, Karl tried to stop him, but the rage in Ulrik\'s blow was too powerful for Karl to stop.

It took the intervention of Herfjötur to stop him, yanking Ulrk off the woman, who had a smile on her face all through the beating.

"ULRIK! CALM DOWN!" Herfjötur tried to calm him down, but she wondered what the woman could have done to make Ulrik so riled up.

Even the disappearance of Garda did not draw such an extreme reaction from him.

"Oskar is dead…." The lady sprawled awkwardly on the ground.

"That is why I have returned…." The lady said, getting to her feet as she walked toward Ulrik. Herfjötur\'s eyes squinted; there was something off-putting about this woman.

"S-Stay back!" Ulrik was panicking as she got closer, it was almost like he had shell shock, and whatever it was, it was caused by this woman.

Herfjötur stood right in front of the woman, blocking her path. She was a woman no one knew much about except being an orphan alongside her brother Oskar.

Ulrik and Oskar were once close friends, but no one knows what happened between them.

"The man that rules Kattegat is not some child you can beat…." The lady said. Herfjötur was confused by this statement.

"What do you mean?" Herfjötur questioned the lady with a bloodied face; the state of her face showed that Ulrik did not hold back.

"The person that is leading Kattegat is King Birger!" Everyone froze when these words left her lips as they were brought into the loop on what was happening in Kattegat, but they were even more surprised why this woman knew about it for this was the same name the prisoner they had uttered but Birger was meant to be with King Askild.

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Ulf was taken alone; he was sure he would be killed because he did not have as much influence as the commanders. He mentally braced himself, maybe killing Birger was the wrong choice because he would die either way. This was going to be as anti-climatic a death as a filler character.

"Ulf, this is where we were instructed to bring you, sir." The man in charge said, bowing his head slightly. Ulf was confused because this was no way; it was a tree.

"What am I going to do here?" Ulf asked the men, thinking this would be his execution ground.

"I have not forgotten my promise to you, Ulf Lothbrok," The man said. Like he was reading from a script, and the moment those words were spoken, Ulf stumbled backward until his back hit the tree trunk.

"He said you would know what it means, but we will have to ask you to wait here," The man said. His tone was polite; he addressed Ulf like he was addressing a superior despite Ulf being his captive.

"Birger is alive!?" Ulf thought. He had so many questions, but the most important thing was

Birger was not going to kill him. He heaved a sigh of relief as he was soon guided into a house with food and drinks on the table, even ladies all ready for consumption.

He saw so many gorgeous ladies around him; it almost felt like this place was separated from the chaos outside, and Ulf intended to enjoy this moment to its fullest extent.

He knew he could not surpass Ragnar, each step he took, Ragnar took ten more, and there was no more extraordinary title than being King, but he wondered what Birger had in store for him.

He would not do him favors for free; there had to be a price. It did not take long for Ulf to get aroused by the ladies around him just as his host intended.

One could not blame him; it had been a while since he had been in the company of women.

They wore exposing clothes, showing off their best attributes, he suspected they were whores, but he could use any hole to stick his dick in right now.

But one woman, in particular, caught his eyes, he looked at her from head to toe, and everyone else seemed to fade from his sight.

The lady before him was Bergdis, and he wanted her like everyone who glimpsed at her.