Salgard rushed to the throne room, Grjötgard was his favourite sibling among the others as he was the embodiment of everything he wanted to be.
But the moment Salgard entered the throne room, the atmosphere was anything but cheerful.
He could feel the seriousness on everyone's face
Salgard's excitement soon died down the moment he saw his motionless younger brother on the floor.
"What happened?" Salgard asked, the anger in his eyes evident as he sought answers from everyone present.
Grjötgard looked over his shoulder and shook his head.
Grjötgard was almost as big as Rugalf but he had a far more attractive face than his older brother and a build a tad bit slender from his older brother.
He did not mutilate himself either but he had a tattoo covering the entirety of his left arm.
He was bald with a huge scar on the top of his head, he too had muddy eyes.
Salgard's gaze was focused on his motionless younger brother and he refused to accept what his mind was telling him.
"Salgard…." Grjötgard muttered but Salgard did not pay him any heed and kept advancing towards his brother.
"Vegard…" This would make another brother that he had lost but as he reached down to touch Vegard.
The young boy suddenly jumped up, this caused Salgard to fall square on his bum.
Everyone burst out laughing with Salgard looking both confused and lost.
"We got you!" Grjötgard screamed at the top of his lungs, his voice carried such a bass that the floor vibrated ever slightly upon him speaking.
Salgard could not believe he fell for such an obvious prank as he quickly got to his feet and recollected himself before waking out awkwardly.
Vegard looked a lot more like Rugalf, Rugalf had styled his black hair by weaving it into one big ponytail with the sides of his head shaved and this was the exact look that Vegard had adopted.
Tyr looked in astonishment, this family was a lot different than he would have thought them to be.
For a ruling family, they were far more down to earth than he had anticipated.
"So you must be Tyr, The Undead…" Grjötgard questioned, and Tyr nodded.
"I like listening to words…" Grjötgard said; Tyr could tell with a single glance that this man was a monster.
Standing at 6' 10, it would be a miracle if anyone could physically overpower him but first impressions were important.
"My apologies, I am who you have heard about…" Tyr said and Estrid shook her head because she knew what was coming as she simply stood and walked a couple of paces from Tyr.
Why was he being so damn formal with them when he technically held a higher position in Rogaland than them?
"What is with the formality!? We are family!" Grjötgard exclaimed as he tossed Vegard into the air on impulse.
Vegard floated through the air with a broad smile on his face.
Tyr's eyes were focused on the floating child, he was so high but this was not the thing that caught Tyr's eyes.
He could swear he saw the boy taking out his penis mid-air.
"Show him your secret attack Vegard!" Grjötgard encouraged.
"Yes, big brother! The Rain Of Odin! Pees Shower!" Vegard screamed at the top of his lungs and the moment Tyr heard piss, he knew exactly what was coming.
"This little fucker wants to piss on me!?" Tyr thought, he looked over to his left where Estrid was meant to be but she was nowhere to be found.
He noticed that she had moved when he was distracted with the elaborate show and just like the name suggested, a shower composed of piss rained down on Tyr.
Tyr managed to leap out of the way but Grjötgard was there waiting, Tyr slid between his legs and away from him.
"Hoooo! Not bad at all!" Grjötgard complimented him as he got Vegard.
The irony in this, despite how dumb the attack looked, it could prove effective in actual combat depending on if certain conditions were met.
"Why did you not warn me!?" Tyr questioned his wife-to-be.
"It is more fun this way," She responded right before walking away again.
"Wait!" Tyr called out but she pointed behind him.
"You should look behind you," Estrid advised him and the moment he did, he felt a gut-wrenching pain in his abdomen.
He looked down to see Vegard's head being the cause of this pain, Grjötgard had launched him like a cannonball right into Tyr's stomach but what was more impressive was how strong Vegard's head was.
It felt like he was punched by Gissur, the force it carried was not quite there but it was the second hardest after Gissur.
"This is fun! Again!" Vegard shouted but the throne room soon opened to reveal King Rugalf walking.
Grjötgard gestured for Vegard to come over to him and the younger brother did just that.
Grjötgard proceeded to launch him like a cannonball towards his older brother he had not seen for months before this.
Rugalf knew this was coming and caught Vegard easily before throwing him right back at Grjötgard like he was some toy
Tyr thought they were normal? Yup, he took all that back the moment their less sane side manifested.
"I am not catching that…" Grjötgard said, literally stepping aside and somehow, Vegard's head made contact with Tyr again in the same spot.
"W-What the fuck?" Tyr muttered as his knees buckled.
He did not even know if this was them having fun or trying to inflict pain on each other.
He raised his head to see both brothers staring each other down.
"Here we go again…" Estrid muttered, sounding irritated as she casually walked over to Tyr to pick him up.
"This is the family you are marrying into…" Estrid sounded embarrassed as they watched in awe to both men beating their chests like gorillas and grunting like they were speaking a language only both of them understood.
"What the fuck is wrong with these people?" Tyr thought to himself.