Týrr wasn't sure what had came over him for him to be making his way to Stavanger Bay, especially given the last time. The newly named Nýeldur cringed at the memory. It hadn't been his proudest moment — subtly threatening to end the life of one of Ragnar's replacements for him because the boy did not like change and from what the young Rekkr saw was obviously unwilling to accept it; if that remained true, Týrr did not feel shame for considering then maybe ending the mini-me of Thistle's life. Change was inevitable and Gunnar had no choice but to accept it. Did anyone in that family ever stop to consider how Týrr felt about any of it? Did they stop to consider Týrr's feeling when his father was off spawning new children with his bitches because for some reason Týrr wasn't good enough? No, they didn't. Out of sight, out of mind. The closer the Rekkr got to Stavanger Bay the more agitation he felt. Let it go Týrr. You're better than that, better then them. Let it go, he worked to convince himself silently. He was left with the wistfulness that it worked. It was true, though. Thistle didn't care enough about him to even tell his father that he was in the Wilds, and Ragnar obviously didn't care. The meeting between them hadn't gone well, either; but Týrr was stronger for it. He wanted to cut all of his loose ends. With Thistle, with their spawn and with his supposed father.
He wanted liberation, he wanted freedom, he wanted to leave behind that family for good.
So their children (though he had a hard time seeing any Ragnar in them) could go on being whiny about change and moan about how they didn't like it and it wasn't fair, and Ragnar could go on trying to replace him and Thistle and Nerian could serve their only purpose to Ragnar: baby makers; and they could be a fucked up family without him.
He neared the borders, took a deep breath, and howled for one of them, both of them, even, content on making this the last time. He was ready to move on, ready to go down the path that he had set upon for himself with the invitation of Tuwawi and the new beginnings at Duskfire Glacier.
a crime so old as the sky and bone