The Son Of Ragnar

"Ragnar, you have not made love to me like that for quite some time," Lagertha said, resting gently on his chest, cuddling the man she loved as Ragnar's fingers ran through her silky blonde hair.

"Hahaha! I fucked you, Lagertha." Ragnar teased, he was far from gentle with her and Lagertha liked it but Ragnar only did this for times like these, making her desire it even more.

"You are so dirty, Ragnar," Lagertha said, chuckling but she knew there was a catch, there was always a catch when Ragnar fucked her like this and she was never the one to bring it up.

"I need to talk to you, Lagertha." Said, Ragnar

"There it is, the only man that uses good sex as leverage for negotiating with his wife." Lagertha thought to herself with a defeated smile before nodding to give her husband the go-ahead.

"How do you feel about having a second son, Lagertha?" Ragnar asked her and Lagertha froze in place, before laughing it off. They have been trying to get a second child for years now but to no avail so this was a strange question from Ragnar considering he knew how badly she wanted one.

"It almost sounds like another lady carries your child, my dear husband," Lagertha said in a joking tone that turned serious, but this only made Ragnar laugh.

"Don't be silly, Lagertha. I was given a thrall on the condition I join the forces of King Askild." Ragnar began and Lagertha was taken aback by this development.

"Ragnar Lothbrok, is a common thrall that important!?" Lagertha asked, her voice opposed to whatever Ragnar had going on.

"He is not a thrall, Lagertha. He is to be our son. It is just as the seer said," Ragnar said and Lagertha's curiosity spiked when she heard the seer.

"Son? Seer?" Lagertha questioned and Ragnard nodded in response as the children laughing and playing outside brought a brief smile to his face.

"The seer said: out the sea, he shall arise like Freyr, this child carries a fate that you must guide as a son of Ragnar. He will bring the end to many enemies, he is the beginning or the end of the Viking era," Ragnar said excitedly but Lagertha was confused because the possibility of the Viking era ending was in the seer's prediction so why would Ragnar want to risk it all? This was one of the seer's more precise prophecies.

"Ragnar, are you sure about this?" Lagertha was not in support but she had to respect the decision of Ragnar.

"If he threatens the Viking era, I will personally drive my sword through his heart," Ragnar muttered, his wife could tell he meant these words by the look on his face.

"But I am sure it won't come to that, but I want you to care for him like you do Bjorn. He is NOT a slave, he is our son starting today and his name will be Tyr." Ragnar said in an absolute tone that his wife did not have any problem with this and accepted it, she always wanted more children but had problems conceiving.

"This is fine by me but Ragnar, how about we seal the deal another way?" Lagertha said, climbing on top of Ragnar, with Ragnar's hands behind his head.

"What way do you propose, my dear wife?" Ragnar teased despite knowing exactly what Lagertha meant.

"This way." She responded with a devious smirk, Ragnar wanted to rest but Lagertha took this news in stride.

"I love you, Lagertha," Ragnar said, grabbing the waist of his wife.

"I love you too, Ragnar," Lagertha responded as both of them made love.

It did not take long for him to finish but Lagertha did not stop, she only increased her intensity.

"This is not how I want to go to Valhalla woman!" Ragnar shouted. Lagartha laughed at just how silly her husband was but this was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with

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A couple of days passed.

Loud cheers could be heard from outside the throne room of King Askild, the crowd shouted the name of Asger repeatedly,

"King Askild! Asger is back!" A man said and Askild gestured for the guards to open up the door that prevented Asger from seeing his king.

Asger came in, but he did not come with his men, it was a miracle he returned in the first place but did so while taking minimal casualty and taking Egil captive, this was an admirable feat by any stretch of the imagination.

He had Egil in ropes and binds, but he did not drag him like a wounded dog but allowed him to retain his pride and guide his steps because despite being defeated, he earned the respect of Asger as far as warriors go.

"Welcome back Asger." King Askild said with a half-smile because, despite this spoil, he did not authorize such a bold statement and attack. After all, with this, retaliation was inevitable.

Instantly, Asger got on one knee and Egil followed suit because Askild's cruelty was well known, even in Vestfold. He could feel the unease of his captor, what kind of king must you be to induce such fear into your men? His king was the opposite of Askild, people fight for him because they love him, not fear him.

"King Askild! I have returned." Asger said while whispering to Egil.

"Don't you dare look him in the eyes," Asger warned Egil and Egil listened, keeping his head down?

"I see you brought the famous Egil with you, I was certain Valhalla would welcome you today." King Askild said, he did not sound impressed by the feat of Asger.

"What happened to this being just a raid?" Askild asked, tapping his finger on the handle of his throne.

"It could not be helped. King Askild. I hate to say it but I fell right into the trap of King Asmund." Asger said with a defeated smile that King Askild looked to appreciate because the tension was there, Askild condemned him to death by not giving him the reinforcements he asked for despite that Asger prevailed and he knew with Egil as a prize. King Askild might just spare him and his men for returning with gold or treasures.

"Egil Iversen, the famed and feared warrior now tied like a mere slave before me. You did well Asger, take him to the cells, and we will extract all the information from him whether he cooperates or not. Keep a guard on him at all times, we wouldn't want our guest taking his own life now, would we?" Askild said, with Asger nodding, before carting him away.

"That fool… So he is good for something." Askild thought to himself, watching them exit the throne room, this has given him the edge he needed in the scuffle with Vestfold and to think it came from something as simple as this was a blessing in disguise. He did not fear retaliation because he now had one of their best warriors as a captive.