The origins of a highlander

It was dark and cold, the wind howling as a wintery storm blew by. The man wrapped deep in his cloak continues onwards, on his head an ornament a pair of antlers connected to piece of metal protecting his head along with a face mask. He was relatively tall standing around 6'3, yet nothing could be seen of his physical stature because of his long cloak. He sat alone in the tavern sipping in some mead and occasionally sighing. The tavern was loud but orderly, many people seeking shelter from the raging blizzard. However soon entered 3 men from a viking tribe called "Loki's Brethren". These men were blood thirsty, tricksters, and overall a plague to society, picking on the weak and gaining easy fortunes. These men were already going after a man who's right arm was missing plus his wife and children. the fattest of the bandits looked at the wife and look his lips "you sure would look fine in bed hehe" he hissed. The man wrapped in the cloak had a flashback to a time not long ago....