*School Bell Rings*

The doors of every classroom opened one by one as students poured out from within, they were like “prisoners” escaping from their cell during a prison riot.

In the school hallway.

“Goodbye Mr. Korb-Htol!” students would say to a man wearing a suit in passing as they passed by as the students hurried to go home for the day from school and some of the girls would even blushed with their heads lowered when they see him.

The man in would reply to his students with a smile as he would wink along with gun gesture with his fingers.

This person in question is the current principal of North High School in Norway. He is Ragnar Korb-Htol, the principal of the school but he was more known as Mr. Viking because of his name, especially his surname if it spelled backwards resulting in Ragnar Lothbrok.

He is a man around over thirty years old and of six foot and three inches tall, has a hairstyle like David Beckham. He has a chiseled face with a strong jawline and a stubble beard.

A definition of a handsome man.

People might think that he was just an ordinary guy with handsome looks with a great job but he wasn’t, he is already more or less nine thousand years old.

And yes! He is the one and only true..the legendary Viking King, Ragnar Lothbrok!

“How the world had changed since” Ragnar looked around his surroundings and sighed before he got inside his car and headed home.

*****

Arriving at his house.

Ragnar got off from his car and at the doorway, he saw a beautiful blonde haired, green eyed woman waiting for him with a huge smile on her face.

Ragnar walked up to her and said, “I’m back”

The woman smiled and started sizing him up before she gave him a peck on his lips and said, “How’s work?”

“Uhmm..Okay, I guess” Ragnar said as both of them went inside their home.

The woman was Ragnar’s most beloved wife, Lagertha Lothbrok, the famous shieldmaiden of the Viking Age.

Both of them immediately started eating dinner.

A couple of hours later.

It was already 8:00 in the night, Lagertha already went to bed early while Ragnar was sitting on his couch on their porch while gazing deep into the night sky.

Suddenly, coincidence or not, a book fell on the cold hard floor from the small round table on his right.

Ragnar looked over and saw the book lying just beside his feet and on its cover it reads “The Legend of the Viking King: Ragnar”. It was a book he published a year ago.

Ragnar smiled and picked it up, he dusted off its cover and gazed at the book for quite a while like he was thinking of something.

“It’s been a while” Ragnar smiled as he had reminiscing look on his face as he opened the book and he started reading…

Reading.....

His own history.

*****

“*Sigh* It’s been three months since I’ve taken over this body and started living in this world” Ragnar sighed as he sat on the river bank with a fishing pole on his hand, waiting for the fishies to take the bait and beside him was a huge bucket made from mud with water filled inside with couple of fishes swimming about, the fishes are at least a foot in size.

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The original Ragnar in this world had already died of unknown causes but a miracle happened, a person from the modern times who coincidentally also had the same name as him immediately took over the “cold body” the moment his soul left his body and the “foreigner” then took over the identity of Ragnar Lothbrok in this world.

He’s father is a Viking Warrior of their village while his mother is one of the few shamans in their village.

“Yes, this world has magic in them!” Ragnar suddenly cried out like he was talking to someone while hastily pulling up his fishing pole as a two feet long fish revealed itself while struggling at end the fishing pole.

Ragnar hastily took it and put it inside with the others in the jar.

“Nice catch” a melodious voice suddenly rang behind him, Ragnar was startled as he immediately jumped sideways to make a distance from the sudden intruder.

What he saw in his eyes was a beautiful long blonde haired woman that reached on her waist with green eyes around twenty three years old, she has a great body figure like a fitness instructor and a D cup size...bosom.

“Lagertha!” Ragnar said in shocked as he didn’t expect to see this belle of their village here.

The river Ragnar was at was a bit far from the lake where most of the villagers fish for their food. It was at least a mile away from the center of the village and Ragnar’s home was at the edge of the village so he would opt to come here instead of going to the lake so he wasn’t expecting that someone other than his family here would come here.

“Ragnar, hello. So this is where you’ve been for the past couple of days” Lagertha smiled as she crouched down and stared at the swimming fishes in the jar.

Ragnar immediately loosened his tense nerves and said, “Why are you here?”

Lagertha stood up, brushed her hair behind her ear and looked at Ragnar and said, “No particular reason but I’ve been wondering, why haven’t you been coming to see me for a long time?”

Ragnar suddenly remembered something when he heard those words before saying “Because trouble always comes whenever your with me”

“Lagertha!” an arrogant voice yelled as a huge guy walked out from the cluster of trees with two guys following behind him, all of them had arrogance written on their faces.

“See” Ragnar said with a shrugged along with a raised eyebrow as he wasn’t even surprised that Lagertha’s “stalkers” followed her all the way here.

Lagertha’s face immediately darkened when she heard that voice. She turned around and saw a guy around her age, six foot five inches in height has dirty blonde hair reaching his shoulders, he is a muscular person like someone who goes to the gym five times a week lifting dumbell and barbells which is a huge comparison than Ragnar’s, lean but muscular body.

“Why are you here!? Why are you with this bastard!?” the man said angrily as he shoved Ragnar.

Ragnar didn’t even budged from it, the man raised an eyebrow surprised and just as he was about to pushed him more with more strength behind it..

“Magnus! Stay your hand! Why are you here again following me!?”

Magnus and Lagertha then started arguing with each other while Ragnar just ignored them and sat down on a rock and continued doing his business, fishing.

“Let go of me! My father would kill you if you don’t!”  Lagertha’s distressed voice sounded from behind. Ragnar turned to looked and saw Magnus gripping Lagertha’s wrist and forcing her to follow him but when he heard her mentioning her father, Magnus immediately let go of her hand like he had just let go of a red-hot iron.

“What are you looking at you bastard!?” when Magnus noticed Ragnar looking at him like an idiot, he immediately snarled at him.

Ragnar then just smirk and slowly showed him the middle finger.

The veins in Magnus face immediately popped out in anger, even though he doesn’t understand the meaning behind Ragnar’s gesture but he felt that Ragnar was actually mocking or humiliating him.

“Have a taste of this!” Magnus growled in anger as he charged towards Ragnar and punched out towards his face.

“Stop!” Lagertha tried to stop him but she was a step too late and she can only closed her eyes at the inevitable.

“Magnus! Stop!” his two companions yelled at almost the same time, their voice’s filled anxiousness and their faces looked on in horror.

Both of them knew that if something happened to Ragnar here, it would immediately blow up as a big mess in the village. Even though Magnus’s father is one of Warrior Captains in the village which is a really huge title hanging above his head but Ragnar’s father is also the same and not only that, his mother is also one of the three shamans of the village, a position even higher than a Warrior Captain. Just from those, one could see that Ragnar came from a prominent family and Magnus’s family would surely received a huge backlash if he heavily injured Ragnar without proper reason.

Unfortunate or maybe fortunately for them, the reason they were expecting didn’t happen.

Ragnar just looked at the huge fist flying towards his face with nonchalant expression and he mumbled, “Annoying asshole” as one of his arms slowly rose up and easily caught Magnus’s fist on his palm, stopping it while he slid backwards for at least a meter, showing how much power is behind that fist.

Ragnar then gripped on tightly as he jerked his arm backwards as Magnus stumbled towards him as he sent him flying for at least five meters with a backhand slap.

BAM!

Magnus landed heavily on the ground, unconscious with foam coming out of his mouth.

“No worries, he’s just sleeping” Ragnar smirk and then sat down again as he continued fishing while humming a song as he ignored the three people looking at him like they just saw a ghost.