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Vikings

Contains some mild spoilers up to season 4.

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King Ragnar, the most famous viking in history, had 6 sons.

Bjorn Ironside, his first born and the one who's as curious as he once was.

Ubbe, his son who resembles him the most.

Hvitserk, who got from his father his relentless strength at war.

Siggurd Snake-In-The-Eye, that got the sensible and provocative traits.

Ivar The Boneless, who inherited his amazing intelligence.

And the least know of all, Niall The Undead, who resembles to Ragnar in his proximity to the Gods.

Niall The Undead is a hidden son. The boy was born with no heartbeat. Even so, after 8 hours out of his mother's womb, Niall opened his eyes and breathed.

His parents and brothers believed him to be cursed, because such thing was impossible! Someone couldn't be Undead, just like that.

But Niall was.

So, for his and all their safeties, Niall was raised in secluded area by a group of slaves. He barely ever got to see his parents or brothers, to the point sometimes they'd even forgot he exists!

But he existed.

Niall tried to scape, to go anywhere! But there was no where to go. His home was in a mountain in the middle of nowhere, with no living things anywhere but cows and sheep.

That was until one day when some vikings, that planned to invade and overthrow Kattegat, would coincidentally pass by the tiny house during a big storm and their leader would seek shelter in it, since they were all traveling by foot.

- Who are you? - Niall stood up, holding firmly his axe in the direction of the unknown men at his door.

- If I were you I'd put this down - the man, Harry, said nonchalantly, pointing at Niall's axe. - I have thousands of man outside.

Niall didn't believe him until he checked his window and saw it to be true. They all stood beneath a strong storm that was happening outside his doors.

Knowing he was most definitely outnumbered, Niall dropped his axe.

- Who are you? - Niall said, in curiosity, looking at the wet man.

- Earl Harry Styles, and I'm taking shelter in your house until Thor has calmed down, do you understand? - Harry said, in a threatening voice, and Niall nodded nervously.

Harry begun to take his armour and weapons off, craving to feel less cold and heavy.

- Do you not want to know who I am? - Niall asked, curious. He had very rarely talked to someone other than his slaves, specially an Earl.

- Why would I? - Harry laughed, sitting down and grabbing one of Niall's animal fur to wrap himself with. - You live in a land of nobody.

- And why would you think that is? - Niall said, smirking, sitting down too.

Harry was curious at this man, who he thought was a poor farmer at best.

- You tell me - Harry said, putting his wet shoes over the man's table to assert dominance.

- I'm Niall The Undead, maybe you've heard of me - Niall said, still smirking, but when the man did not show any reaction his confident expression fell down.

- Should I? - Harry laughed, finding the strange man ridiculous.

- Maybe. Afterall, I am a son of Ragnar Lothbrok - Niall said, in a completely serious face, and Harry laughed even louder.