The fight was not glorious. It was ugly, desperate, and wet. Fjölnir had grown soft, but he still had the strength of a man who had once been a king. He drove a knife into Amleth’s shoulder. Amleth bit his ear off. They rolled through the fire pit, scattering embers, screaming curses to the gods.
"Your son," he said. "The one you told to run." The Northman -2022- Filmyfly.Com 2021
Fjölnir’s housecarls, returning from a raid, found the hall in flames. They captured Olga. They would have killed her, but Gudrún—for reasons even she could not name—told them to keep her alive as a hostage. The fight was not glorious
Inside the great hall of Hrafnsey, Queen Gudrún poured mead for her husband. Her smile was a blade wrapped in silk. Behind her stood Fjölnir the Brotherless, Aurvandil’s younger sibling—a man with hollow cheeks and eyes like stagnant pools. He clasped his brother’s shoulder and laughed. He drove a knife into Amleth’s shoulder