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Hours had passed, night had come and just then, Tyr could see a lit fire in the distance.

He noticed that this was their base and it was a lot more advanced than Kolbeinn's settlement.

Multiple buildings stood, and a small fence acted as a form of security.

Tyr was not impressed because he had seen walls as tall as buildings, and armies that could crush a civilization with their might.

A man rushed out to welcome the Mad Hound, telling Tyr he was not just some random foot soldier.

He had humbled him in battle and showed him the gap within their strength but he was curious as to what Gissur looked like.

"WHERE IS NOA!?" The Hound shouted and the man showed him, he carried Tyr with him because she did not trust him to wander around alone.

Besides, he had to follow procedure and be bound, something which was immediately done as he arrived.

The Mad Hound allowed them to do so before dragging his ropes to go see Noa.

Tyr had a vivid flashback to when he was in shackles back in Kattegat and he could only chuckle at this irony.

Tyr was taken to a cell that contained prisoners, but he was kept in a secluded cell, he noticed the other cells had multiple people in them.

But he was curious as to what these people did when they were imprisoned and not slaughtered.

Imprisoning them meant they were sharing their resources, something that they did not have an unlimited amount of especially during winter.

That meant that they were better alive than they were dead, Tyr knew they might want to get information out of him but he had no intentions of letting them have their way. It was freezing, and he could feel his body's temperature drop the longer he stayed there.

But he did not stay long when he heard the footsteps of someone.

The prisoners immediately looked tense, looking to the ground like they dared not look at him.

Tyr did not need to be a genius to know that whoever was coming was a man that they feared but he did not look away.

He looked right at the man and before him was the feared Gissur.

"You are the boy of the prophecy?" Gissur had a look of disappointment, he expected someone a lot bigger and more menacing than this child.

He began to doubt his wife's prophecy because there had to be some sort of mistake.

"You are Gissur…." Tyr said but Gissur was not as hostile as he thought he would be.

"I heard what you did for Noa, you saved him from Kolbeinn…" Gissur said; this was a surprising development because he did not tell Noa to say this but it was a welcomed development.

For this very reason, Gissur did not perceive him as a threat as of this moment because he could easily be slain but Tyr still had a role to fulfill that would allow his wife's prophecy about the child's death to come to pass.

"Why do you wage war against him?" Tyr questioned, he technically had the same status as Gissur and did not intend to show weakness just because he was his prisoner.

"War? Is this what you call a war?" Gissur mocked Tyr. A quarter of his forces were enough to nearly wipe out their supposed enemy.

"I thought I had heard the last of the Ásbirningar clan after the last Chieftain died…" Gissur sighed after being briefed by the soldiers that went with the Mad Hound. Gissur was not angry but he was not pleased that they were not killed.

He, however, had bigger problems.

"The last Chieftain?" Tyr questioned, he was using this opportunity to gather as much information as possible because the information was one of the most important things in this world.

"Yes, the older brother of Kolbeinn Ungi… My cousin," Gissur said and Tyr was visibly confused.

Cousin? Didn't that mean they were related?

Kolbeinn made no mention of this but this would explain why Gissur allowed them to live, maybe it was because of the sentiment that he had for his family.

This had been seen with his brother and wife, he treated them with respect but how did Kolbeinn's older brother die?

"Your cousin?" Tyr asked but Gissur had no interest in continuing this conversation.

"Tyr…." Gissur muttered as a sinister grin crept on his face the moment this word left his mouth.

Tyr was confused because he did not tell him his name but he assumed that his name would not be a secret in this world because information traveled albeit slowly.

"Why did you really come? Did you come to kill me?" Gissur questioned but Tyr simply chuckled.

Gissur was menacing, but he had no idea that Tyr was with Thorvald when he killed him.

He, however, had no interest in vengeance as Thorvald was just a man that saved him, nothing more.

"I am sorry, I did not mean to disrespect Chieftain Gissur but as you know, I am a man that has no interest in something so trivial," Tyr said and Gissur raised his brow in suspicion.

"What do you mean?" Gissur questioned, he wished his brother was here to handle this because he was the diplomatic one among the two.

"I want to bring both clans together, I know that your clan is fighting a war but you are losing. Forgive me for being blunt but what do you think would happen if you joined forces with the Ásbirningar clan?" Tyr proposed and Gissur was quite appalled at this proposition.

He stared at Tyr blankly before laughing, a laugh that The mimicked but he had clearly misread the situation because what he felt was the tip of Gissur's broadsword digging into Tyr's wounded shoulder.

"YOU FUCKING COME HERE AND GIVE ME ORDERS!?" Gissur barked, losing his cool as the other prisoners scurried away into the dark corners of the cell.

"You must not know who I am but I am Tyr…" Tyr said, getting to his feet as he walked into the sword slowly, allowing it to dig further into his skin.

"... The son of Ragnar Lothbrok, and one day, I will rule the whole of Norway. You cannot kill me Gissur, the gods forbid it because if you do, your clan will bear its fury. If you want to test this, take my life right now Chieftain." Tyr said as a smirk creased his face.

"I dare you."