Smell of blood and flesh was filling the battlefield at the banks of the seine river of the 10th century Frankian Empire. The king of France had sent his three kids to battle the Great Vikings. A great Viking Army had threatened to take over Paris they had taken over most cities of France. But the battle was turning out to be on France’s side so far. Many Vikings and their bodies lay dead, but the battle was on, this was just a battle among the great war between France and the Vikings.
Third son of the king, Prince of France, Olivier praised for his manly beauty across France, the young man still in teenage was the most handsome and finest men of France stroked his sword taking a Viking life. His armour had been forcefully removed in the bloodshed. Sweat dwindled across his oval face into his exposed torso, his face was slightly covered with dirt. His black slightly long and slightly curly hairs blurred his vision, blood was dripping out of it, not his but of the Vikings. He was slightly muscular. He turned back to stop a sword that would have killed him.
Ragnar the king of Vikings was staring at the warring prince from a distance, Olivier noticed this. The stare was not of between two enemies, it was filled with lust. Ragnar was huge man with a gentle beard and braided hairs. Olivier felt like his secrets were getting revealed, he felt weakened. Ragnar slashed a French soldier while staring at Olivier with lust filled eyes as he came towards Olivier. Ragnar had kidnapped a Christian priest from England and had forced him to join their marriage with his wife when the priest had refused, he was executed.
Olivier’s elder brother secretly knew Olivier’s secrets. He saw the developments between Ragnar and Olivier, he saw how Olivier was about to drop his sword. He immediately jumped into action.
“Olivier, raise. We will drink on their dead bodies.”
“I’m scared of Ragnar.” Olivier said as he dropped.
“That boy he is mine.” Ragnar shouted as more Vikings surrounded the brothers. The French were brutally getting murdered, the battle was lost.
Olivier’s brother Eth had always secretly supported his brother in fact he was the only one in the court to defend him, he had seen him fall in love with his general and how he couldn’t express it. Eth had always protected his brother when he felt weakened. Olivier was a great warrior his strategies had helped win countless wars, but he was constantly disrespected by their father who had seen Olivier turn red while speaking to their general.
Eth stroked his sword against a Viking who had dared to swing it. Their second brother noticed the scene he was on the other side of the battle. Olivier avoided a blow from a Viking. Ragnar ordered the men to step back, he pointed the sword at Olivier.
“What beauty is hidden in this man.” Ragnar said, “Look at those eyes, even the gods blush at his handsomeness.” Ragnar slashed the sword at Eth, it missed him.
“And rightfully, he belongs to me.” Ragnar said while the other Vikings laughed at the statement.
“And your head belongs on top of my sword.” Olivier said.
Ragnar teased a slash at Eth to which he reacted and then gave a blow from his short sword. Eth’s face was bleeding. Many French soldiers were fleeing now, the battle was lost. But the Vikings had lost too many soldiers to continue their attack and conquer Paris, they had to retreat too. Eth was now bleeding, but he fought on. The other Vikings attacked him in group and held his hands firmly.
The Vikings came from Daneland with a ton of soldiers once every five years as a part of a raid, they didn’t intend to stay and rule all they wanted was gold and grains.
“Brother, Brother.” Ragnar said as he closed in on Olivier, he forced him to drop the sword. “My beautiful husband.” He whispered in his ears. Another Viking slit the throat of Eth.
“NO! No!.” Olivier blew his throat. Ragnar lifted him and put him on his shoulders and carried him till the horse. He put Olivier on the horse and sat behind him and tied his hands.
“If you want this kid and us to leave you alone, send 2 tons of gold and silver.” Ragnar screamed as his second brother came running towards them.
“For Odin, abandon the battlefield and return to the camp. The French have lost. And look at my boy here. Look at that nose, Hehe.” Ragnar sped out of the battle field into the forest.
“I’m a warrior, fight me coward.” Olivier said slowly as they rode deep into the forest.
“I know my prince, let us see how good of a warrior you are on bed.”
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