Draugur was not sure why the child was so upset — Draugur had spoken nothing but the truth. Whether the boy before him wanted to believe it or not he was still a child. Physically, definitely, despite that he was growing into his body well enough. Mentally, Draugur would tell him that he was definitely still a child in intellect, even if the Sigurvegarinn had an unpopular (or wrong) opinion. Draugur's silver eyes rolled when the child turned to the “but you started it” and then proceeded to explain why he was behaving the way he was. Perhaps the boy's Norse was not as good as he would have liked to believe it was, for the boy had mistranslated the word 'barn'. “Brjóta mig? Nei Þú þarft að horfa á tunguna. Eða gleymdirðu foreldrar þínir eru ekki hér til að verja þig?” Draugur was attempting to make a point to Gunnar. Not so much of a threat, though one lingered in the warning tone the Northman used upon the boy. Despite the ghosts' savage nature he did not just attack without good reason, and thus far he was no reason to go for the child, beside there wasn't much victory in destroying a child that, logically, had no chance against an experienced adult. Would Thor condone it? Unlikely. Despite the things that the Sigurvegarinn did, or would do in the future, he still wished to go to Valhalla when he died, and the All-Father would not take him if he caused pointless deaths.
“I called you child,” The Northman rumbled in the common tongue. “Not baby.” Heaven forbid he cause the child more offense given that he did not, obviously know the proper translation of 'barn' from Norse to English. Draugur did not speak aloud that he would call the boy whatever he so pleased, because the man did not have to do anything for the child. Of course, he expected that, that door might swing both ways, but as far as Draugur was concerned he would always rank above the child while he was still a boy, even out here in the lawless, anarchy of the lone wilds. The name 'Loðbrók' grabbed at the interest of the wraith, if only because he'd heard stories that his one nephew, Ragnar, had taken to calling himself that, as a nickname. The boy that looked the most like Eitri; but Draugur's interest quickly faded, certain that all of Eitri's boys were as lawless as his eldest. Those who went against the Gods and the laws of the Gods did not deserve to call themselves Vikings, nor did they deserve to go to Valhalla.
“Draugur; or known as Sigurvegarinn to most.” It did not matter how the majority of Northmen knew him, as long as his legend was spread wide. He was one and the same: ghost or conqueror. Legend or man, there was no real difference.