Týr had no opinion on if Ragnar loved Nerian, or vice versa really because last time he had known Ragnar had wanted her only to sate his manly needs and the woman had hated him. Týr listened to Thistle's long winded rant, ears slicking back against his skull in veiled irritation at her assumption that Ragnar didn't give two shits about her when Týr, who as far as he was concerned knew Ragnar better than she did, wanted only to argue with her that it wasn't the case and since she considered that obviously did not know her husband as well as she liked to claim. If you were not enough for him he would have never spared you so much as a second glance,
Týr told her simply, tone stiff. He felt that she had grown irritated at him that he had not jumped to take her side but idly the heathen Rekkr couldn't help but wonder what it was she had wanted from him. He wasn't going to logically side with a woman he didn't even know, over his own father. My father is a man of his word,
He wanted to argue that Ragnar's ambition got in his way. He would always strive for more. How did she think Týr felt being pushed aside by his father's ambition? One son wasn't enough. He wanted more. Yet, Týr did not think of Ragnar as a bad man for it. It hurt, of course, but he could not change Ragnar. Even if he had a choice — which he didn't.
You do not know how I feel,
He told her harshly, eyes narrowing despite that she had hit the bullseye dead on. It was immature and not one of Týr's finer moments. The instant she turned from him and walked a good distance away leaving him alone with Gunnar the guilt began to roil in his stomach. Way to mess up whatever potential good relationship you had with her, as it was he felt a great shame swell in his breast for disrespecting her as a woman (a inkling of his past life). He did not understand what her gender had to do with anything and yet it was there like a festering wound nevertheless. Týr glimpsed down at Gunnar when the boy spoke why he thought that Nerian feared them. That isn't fear,
Týr told his young half brother simply. She is not used to children, is all.
When the child screamed at him that the change was too much, Týr let out a low warning growl at the boy's disrespect. It would be easy to kill him, Týr realized during a terrifying moment. He had the motive...the child was competition, and belonged to another woman. Why was he supposed to give two shits about him? He wasn't his brother — not really. The world is always changing, Gunnar. If you cannot adapt then perhaps you have no place in this world.
Týr spoke quietly to the child with narrowed eyes, before he turned stiffly and walked away without so much as a goodbye knowing that he needed to leave before he made a further mess of his step family, or worse yet hurt the child.
a crime so old as the sky and bone