lagertha-lothbrok

[lagertha-lothbrok]

Kneeling over Finan as he helps her onto his lap, Lagertha quickly claims his lips in a heated kiss. Her folds softly rubbing against his cock as she hovers over him.

“I need to feel you inside me…I hunger for the the delicious stretch of your cock filling me.” She purrs against Finan’s lips.

With one arm wrapped around his neck, her breasts softly raking against his chest, Lagertha takes his cock in her other hand guiding him to her slit. Slowly she sinks down on his length, not holding back the moans erupting from her throat at the feeling of him stretching her and filling her depths. She takes her time, knowing they are both wound pretty tight. As Finan’s hands tightly grip her hips and he attempts to rolls his hips into her, Lagertha stills her movements, giving the Irishman a shake of her head.

“Uh uh…you hold still.” She softly commands. “Let me fill myself with your beautiful cock…let me guide you into my depths…”

Lagertha bites back a chuckle at Finan’s furrowed brows, she can feel the tension in his body as it takes every bit of his restraint not to thrust up into her and bury himself in her warmth.

“I’m almost there, love. Just be patient…” She rasps against his cheek lowering herself even more on his straining cock. The pants escaping his mouth as he desperately tries to keep himself in check is like music to her ears. His soft groans of deep pleasure feeling her walls eagerly take him in, brings a tingling to her core.

“Almost there…” she teases as she feels herself getting closer to bottoming out. “Gods, you fill me so good…so deep, and so thick…” Lagertha releases a deep moan.

When he is finally bottomed out inside her, Lagertha smiles at the deep moan Finan releases near her ear. She grinds herself on his cock. As his cockhead brushes against the deepest part inside her she feels shockwaves of pleasure to her core.

“Gods, you feel amazing…” She rasps against Finan’s lips before nibbling on the bottom one. The fluttering in her stomach threatening to consume her.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

@askuhtredragnarson @revnashieldmaiden @lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild

[lagertha-lothbrok]

Lagertha looks at the newcomers with a wary eye. As Finan orders the gates open, she looks at the Irishman in confusion. She watches as one of the guardsmen runs off to fetch Lord Uhtred.

She wants to question Finan about the people, but she can see there is no unease showing in his face that they might be a threat, so she trusts his judgment.

“I will go fetch Revna…” She softly comments at she hurries down the stairs of the ramparts.

As she enters the Hall, she heads straight for the young shield maiden’s room. Softly rapping on the door, she opens it when she hears Revna answer. Lagertha is relieved to see that she is awake and softly rocking little Tora asleep.

When she asks if everything is okay, Lagertha softly nods her head. “Finan sent me to fetch you. Some new people have arrived and he wants you by his side.”

Revna gives her a curious look, but doesn’t question the request as she swaddles the babe in a blanket and prepares to follow Lagertha.

“He’s at the gates…” Lagertha explains as she leads Revna out of the room. “I’m not sure who they are, but he doesn’t seemed threatened by their presence. They have requested negotiations with Lord Uhtred.”

Revna holds Tora close to her chest as she follows her mentor to the gates to join her husband.

@thedarkprinceofulaid @revnashieldmaiden @askuhtredragnarson

Why in God’s name did I agree to this?

As the Lady Elspeth rides next to Domnal, her father’s nephew and commander of his armies, she wonders why she would ever agree to such a perilous journey south for the likes of politics. The thought itself intrigued her, but the journey had been strenuous, and she admits that Danes often strike a fear within her despite being raised to banish the heathen at all costs from their lands.

Her father, King Constantin, had sent them on an inquiry mission. The lands of Bebbanburg were sought after, by none other than King Alfred’s infamous Dane Slayer. They were his rightful lands by name and by birth he claims, and so this fight between Dane and Saxon as well as the rumored manipulations of the King of Wessex had finally landed on Alba’s doorstep.

By Constantin’s request, they were to seek Uhtred of Bebbanburg and find out whether or not he was truly untethered from Alfred — and if so, aid in keeping the disputed lands far from the Saxon King’s reach, perhaps with an alliance if it was in Alba’s favor.

As the troop arrives at Dunholm, Elspeth feels a shiver run down her spine at the sight of large Danes on the ramparts. She wears a cloak to cover most of her long blonde hair and the deep blue gown she wears underneath, but she couldn’t possibly feel any more bare surrounded not only by the guardsmen of her father’s fleet, but now of heathens galore.

Domnal would protect her, she assures herself. After all, her presence is in her father’s stead given his recent illness, and surely Danes respected nobility in some regard.

“In King Constantin’s stead, we seek to negotiate with Uhtred of Bebbanburg!” Domnal yells to the Dane’s above.

@askuhtredragnarson @warriorabbesshild @asksihtrickjartansen @libertasutile

[lagertha-lothbrok]

Biting her lip, Lagertha gives Finan a little smirk at his request. His beautiful cock hovering before her as she kneels down in front of him. She can hear the desperation in Finan’s voice, the need so strong between them. Leaning forward she places light kisses on his thighs, the catch of his breath giving her a rush, as now he is in her hands. Under her control.

Slowly and sensually her lips trace a line to his groin, still not quite touching him. The twitching of his cock in anticipation sends a flutter to her core. Her hands softly caressing his lower stomach as her lips draw nearer. Hearing the groan fall from Finan’s mouth at her tease, almost makes her relent and give him what he wants. Almost. There is no rush, they have all night to explore each other’s bodies.

Her soft breaths fan against Finan’s cock, and she can feel the tension building in his body. His stomach quivering as he tries to hold himself back from rushing her, even though she can see the darkness in his eyes saying this is pure torture. Having her lips so close, but not quite touching him yet.

“You want my lips wrapped around your cock?” She smiles coyly, placing a soft kiss on his cockhead. A string of precum clinging to her lips as she looks up into his eyes.

Not waiting for his response, she wraps her lips around Finan’s crown, her tongue tracing along the ridge and that sensitive spot underneath. The moan Finan lets out goes straight to her core and more wetness gathers at her slit.

“Gods, you taste so good…” she murmurs as she licks the precum gathering at the slit of his cockhead. “Like nectar of the Gods…”

Taking Finan’s length in her hand, she softly strokes the base, as her tongue licks a wide stripe along the thick vein underneath. Seeing Finan’s toes start to curl at the delicious pleasure brings a satisfied smile to Lagertha’s face. 

“Such a good boy for me…” Lagertha praises as she engulfs him in her mouth, slowly bobbing her head on his length.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

@askuhtredragnarson @revnashieldmaiden @lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild

[lagertha-lothbrok]

Lagertha bites back a chuckle as Finan rips off her leathers, the smoldering look in his eyes at her challenge giving her a thrill. His dominating kiss steals her breath as he backs her toward the furs but it doesn’t stop her from matching it fervently. The clothes discarded in haste a testament to their mutual need.

“As have I….” The yearning in her body quickly rising to a fevered pitch. Her hand reaches down to grip Finan’s cock, giving him firm strokes, pleased when she feels it get even harder from her touch. She can’t wait to feel him inside her, filling her like only he can.

At Finan’s request, Lagertha climbs onto the furs, giving him a tantalizing view of her arse before she rolls onto her back. As he spreads her legs, trailing kisses from her ankles to her thighs, Lagertha bites her bottom lip. Moans already threatening to fall from her lips. When he holds back her legs, all restraint is lost as a gasp escapes her mouth feeling his tongue against her slit.

“Gods, Finan….” She breathes out between soft pants, the magic he is working with his tongue already driving her crazy with desire.

Her hands reach down to tangle in his hair as soft gasps and moans fill the room. Each stroke of his tongue bringing her closer and closer to her release. She can feel her legs trembling from his ministrations. The teasing of her clit and the tender strokes on her slit drawing out her pleasure. Finan’s fingers digging into her thighs holding her open for his feasting mouth, tells her that he won’t be satisfied until he has pushed her completely over the edge. The sensitivity as she nears her release causes her to tense up, almost pushing him away. But she in no match for his relentless motions or his strength.

“I…I can’t…I can’t hold on… Gods, Finan… I’m going to cum. I…I can’t stop it.” Lagertha’s head thrashes from side to side as her hands grip the furs beneath her.

Despite the sensitivity her hips rock towards his mouth, seeking the release Finan is so eagerly providing for her. The coil in her stomach snaps as shockwaves of pleasure course through her body. She has a death grip on the furs as she rides the wave of rapture, the trembling of her legs even stronger than before. Time stands still for a moment as Finan eases her through her climax.

“Fuck…” Lagertha pants out as she slowly comes back to awareness.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

@askuhtredragnarson @revnashieldmaiden @lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild

[lagertha-lothbrok]

“Yes…with you.” Lagertha breathes out.

The tickle of Finan’s beard against her neck sends a shudder throughout her body. Lagertha smiles at Finan’s little bite just below her ear. She can feel the arousal pooling in her stomach as his hands wander over her breasts. The light brush of his fingers against her peaks quickly making them stiffen. She can feel herself melting against him as desire consumes her thoughts.

Turning her face to nuzzle into him, her arm reaches up to snake around his neck pulling him closer to her. She returns the favor, leaving soft nips and light kisses on Finan’s neck. A smirk coming to her face as a shudder runs through his body as well.

“Then show me the way, Irishman…” Lagertha husks in Finan’s ear. “Take me to my furs and I will lay beneath you…”

A soft chuckle escapes her mouth when Finan quickly takes her hand and leads her back to the Great Hall, like a man on a mission. Crowds of Danes and Northman gather in the Hall, enjoying the evening festivities, but they pay them no mind making a beeline for her chambers. She barely glances at Halfdan, still sitting at the table filling the men’s heads with nonsense.

As soon as they are in her chambers, and the door is barred shut, Lagertha pushes Finan against the wall. Looking into his eyes with a seductive smile on her face, Lagertha’s hand traces over his chest and down to his trousers. She barely ghosts over his cock, impressed to find it already rising to attention.

“So…how badly do you want me?” She asks with a raise of her eyebrow, the challenge evident in her voice.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

@askuhtredragnarson @revnashieldmaiden @lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild

[lagertha-lothbrok]

Lagertha blushes at Finan’s compliment, before her lips curl in a smirk. “I must have gotten knocked in the head one to many times to agree to be an Irishman’s advisor.” She snickers as she pinches his side in jest.

“No really, you are the amazing one. The loyalty you show to your friends and family. Your fierce protectiveness of your wife and child. The love you so freely share…how could I not follow you. Revna was right, falling in love with you. You are a wonderful man, and I am proud to serve you.” Lagertha grins up at Finan, still in awe of how they were brought together.

Taking Finan’s hands in hers, Lagertha gives them a firm squeeze. “There is no where I’d rather be then at your side.”

Placing his hands back on her waist, Lagertha moves her hands to rest on his neck, bringing him in for another deep kiss. She still feels like the luckiest woman to have his affections, to have his loyalty, and she looks forward to sharing in his life.

“I love you, Irishman…” She rasps against his lips.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

@askuhtredragnarson @revnashieldmaiden @lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild

[lagertha-lothbrok]

“It is a heavy burden to bear…” Lagertha gives Finan a sympathetic look. “…knowing each battle we are in, could be our last. But we are warriors, and that’s what we do. We fight to give our families a better life.”

Tightening her arms around Finan’s waist, Lagertha rests her head on his chest. She can imagine the weight this puts on Finan’s heart, especially now that he has a wife and daughter. The fearlessness disappears when you have so much to lose.

“I will be by your side, every step of the way. Anything you need me to do, I will do it.” She says with conviction as she looks up in the Irishman’s eyes. I will sacrifice myself to protect you, and I won’t hesitate even a moment…

Lagertha glances away briefly lest he sees into her heart. Sees the sacrifice she is willing to make to ensure that he returns to his family. 

“We will be successful…we just have to out fox them.” Lagertha returns her gaze to Finan, giving the Irishman a wink.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

@askuhtredragnarson @revnashieldmaiden @lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild

[lagertha-lothbrok]

Lagertha’s hand tightens on Finan’s arm. She understands greatly that fear of losing everything, but she can also see how much they could gain in this endeavor. “You do realize that once we secure Bebbanburg, that will give us an even stronger foothold in the North. Combined with Ragnar in Dunholm, we will be a force to be reckoned with. Even Wessex will struggle to challenge us, should they try.”

Having only seen the great fortress in passing, she recognizes the challenge they are going to face taking it, but to finally have a home for their family makes it worth it. Looking down at the ground briefly she releases a soft sigh.

“Many lives will be lost in this battle, but we can’t let that discourage us. The rewards are too great. To have a place of our own, the safety of the walls…and no one will be able to challenge us.” Lagertha looks up into Finan eyes, giving him an encouraging smile.

“If you’d like me to join you questioning the prisoners, I’d be happy to help. It is better that we know what Wessex might have planned so we can be prepared. So that we’re not caught off guard again.”

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

@askuhtredragnarson @revnashieldmaiden @lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild

[lagertha-lothbrok]

Lagertha can’t help laughing harder with Finan at the thought of two men and a baby. “I’m sure Tora will be fine. Between the two of them I’m sure they can figure out how to take care of her. She’s probably all snuggled up on your Lord’s chest sleeping…or maybe pulling his hair.”

“I have no doubt that Gunnar would be proud of the man his daughter saw fit to give her heart to. She was his whole world, especially after her mother passed. My only regret is that he didn’t live long enough to meet you, and his granddaughter…but I’m sure he is looking down from Valhalla.” Lagertha gives Finan a bittersweet smile as she tries to blink away the mistiness in her eyes. She misses her dear friend and fellow warrior.

“I’d say Revna is very fond of you…” Lagertha grins up at Finan as she bumps him with her shoulder.

“Have you and your Lord had a chance to speak of the plans for laying siege to Bebbanburg?” Lagertha inquires. She knows that Uhtred has only just returned from his absence, but if they delay much longer they may be faced with the colder temperatures returning before they have a chance to prepare for winter. 

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

@askuhtredragnarson @revnashieldmaiden @lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild

[lagertha-lothbrok]

“Oh, trust me. He exaggerates.” Lagertha rebuffs with a laugh. “I may be good…but Halfdan would have those men believe that I’m some kind of Valkyrie sent from Valhalla.”

She considers the rest of Finan’s words about laying siege to the whole Saxon Kingdoms as a smirk comes to her lips. “Perhaps we should focus on conquering Northumbria first…” She teases him, although the idea of getting revenge on some of the other rulers of these lands sounds appealing, especially after the slaughter of some of her people when they had tried to settle in the past.

Seeing Finan smile at the mention of his wife and child bring a warmth to Lagertha’s heart. She is so happy for the love Revna has found in this wonderful man.

She looks at Finan with an expression of shock when he mentions that Uhtred is watching over the babe. She shakes her head as laughter rumbles from her chest at the thought. “It truly takes a village to raise a child… and how does little Tora take to your Lord?” She can’t seem to get the image of two men fumbling around with trying to care for a babe, even though she is aware that Uhtred is no stranger to having children.

Lagertha’s arm tightens around Finan’s listening to how he dotes on his wife by affording her as much sleep as possible. “I am so happy that Revna found you. The care you give her, your protectiveness, the love you show her truly warms my heart. I was so worried what would become of her after her father died, but seeing that she has the love of a strong man puts me at peace.” Lagertha smiles warmly up at Finan.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

@askuhtredragnarson @revnashieldmaiden @lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild

[lagertha-lothbrok]

Lagertha flashes Finan a smile at his response to her offer. “It is truly no trouble at all. I enjoy spending time with you.”

When Finan offers her his arm, she gladly takes it, resting her hand on his strong bicep and falling into a comfortable stride with him. She has no idea where they are going, but she is happy to follow him anywhere.

“What!? No! I have no desire to rejoin the men.” Lagertha shakes her head as she softly laughs. “Halfdan is no doubt spinning tales of my heroics. He has a tendency to exaggerate things.” She rolls her eyes.

“No, I would much rather spend some time with you. Unless, of course, you need to get back to your wife and little one…” She look up into Finan’s eyes offering him a sweet smile.

“By the way, how are they doing? Revna and Tora. I keep meaning to check in on them, I’ve just been busy making sure the guardsmen and scouts are watching for anymore threats from Wihtgar. Don’t want to be caught by surprise like Björn was when they attacked him.” She looks inquiringly into Finan’s eyes. She can see the change in Finan, becoming a father again. The happiness that radiates from his eyes when he thinks about his little girl and it makes her happy for him.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

@askuhtredragnarson @revnashieldmaiden @lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild

[lagertha-lothbrok]

“Good.” Lagertha softly smiles at Finan as she brushes away the rest of his tears. Satisfied that he has taken her words to heart. She can see that the trembling of his hands have ceased, and the tension in his body has begun to relax.

“Now tell me, what can I do to help, my King? How can I help take your mind off of what has caused you pain?” She softly asks looking into his eyes, her hand gently cupping his cheek.

“An evening stroll? A dip in the river?” She gives him a playful smirk, hoping to cheer him up from the woes of his heart. “Perhaps something else?” She bites her lip seductively.

“Your wish is my command…”

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

@askuhtredragnarson @revnashieldmaiden @lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild

[lagertha-lothbrok]

“We are strong for each other…” Lagertha runs her fingers through Finan’s hair in a soothing gesture. “You have been there for me…you have been there for my son, when he was hurt. You are not weak just because you feel emotion!”

“I will always be here for you. We protect each other. You never have to feel shame in front of me…or my Gods.” Lagertha glances up at the sky a soft smile on her lips. 

Tightening her arms around Finan’s waist, Lagertha bestows soft kisses on his neck. “Don’t let this burden you anymore. Focus on your family, and those who care deeply for you. Focus on your happiness, and damn the rest. The Gods are watching over you. They have given you great blessings. Honor them by honoring the gifts they have bestowed upon you. Don’t let your heart be weighed down by that which doesn’t serve you.”

Taking Finan’s chin between her fingers, Lagertha guides his eyes back to hers. “Promise me.” She commands sternly.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

@askuhtredragnarson @revnashieldmaiden @lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild

[lagertha-lothbrok]

Cupping Finan’s cheeks in her hands, Lagertha brings his eyes to hers. There is a fire in her eyes as she looks deeply into his.

“Finan! Let. Her. Go.” Lagertha stresses each word. “You do not deserve this heartbreak. Not when you have so much to be happy for. Don’t let her take that away from you, just because she can’t support you in it.

You have nothing to feel ashamed for. You give so much of yourself, to everyone you care deeply for. If she can’t appreciate it and offer the same to you, then to Hel with her. You shouldn’t have to sacrifice your own happiness just to please her.

I love you. Revna loves you. Uhtred loves you. Your little girl loves you. You are loved….Hel even Björn loves you like a father…” She softly snickers. “You have so many people that love and care for you, don’t let this one person bring you down.”

“You deserve all the peace. You deserve to enjoy the life you have built, the family you have created. All of it.” Lagertha leans in to leave a gently kiss on Finan’s lips. Her thumbs gently wipe the tears from his cheeks.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

@askuhtredragnarson @revnashieldmaiden @lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild

[lagertha-lothbrok]

Seeing Finan upset tears at Lagertha’s heart and she feels her own anger flare out in her chest. Finan has done nothing but show her love and care, and this woman continues to break his heart.

Taking a step closer to Finan, placing her hand on the back of his neck, Lagertha draws his forehead to rest against hers. “Why do you continue to let this woman torment you? Especially when you have so many that love you. Unconditionally.”

“Why do you give her this power over you?” Lagertha shakes her head. “I have seen the struggles between you two. The constant bickering. Is it because she doesn’t agree with how you live your life? That you don’t walk in the same path as her? I have sensed her resentment towards me. Perhaps she feels I have led you astray by accepting mine and your wife’s Gods into your life. Maybe cause we have led you down the path of our pagan ways.”

“You deserve so much better…” Lagertha looks steadfast into Finan’s eyes as her thumb brushes away a stray tear. “If she can’t accept the life you have, then let her go. Don’t waste your happiness on someone who can’t give the same to you.”

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

@askuhtredragnarson @revnashieldmaiden @lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild

[lagertha-lothbrok]

Lagertha’s concern increases when Finan begs distance from her, and her instincts are to not let him pull away from her so easily. She takes his hand, leaving a step between them so that he doesn’t feel crowded upon.

“Something has happened. I can see it in your eyes.” Lagertha raises an eyebrow at him, challenging him to deny what is so plainly written on his face.

“Come on…” She gives Finan’s hand a little tug as she leads him towards the river where he was initially heading to. Maybe the peace and tranquility of the water flowing and the privacy of the forest will help Finan open up to her.

“You know I’m here for you….to tend to any needs you might have…” She glances into his eyes. “I couldn’t help but notice you were with Hild….I take it things did not go well?” She gently asks.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

@askuhtredragnarson @revnashieldmaiden @lagertha-lothbrok @warriorabbesshild

[lagertha-lothbrok]

Sharing in some drinks with Halfdan, and some of the other men in their fleet, Lagertha casually notices Finan and Hild talking. She has noticed an unsettledness to the nun since her return to Dunholm. As her and Finan walk off to what she assumes is her chambers, Lagertha gives a little smirk into her mug thinking the Irishman is getting some much needed time with one of his lovers.

Hearing Halfdan start in on a story of one of their past battles she bumps shoulders with him, giving him a firm shake of her head. “Hey, we don’t talk about this. I don’t need you spinning your tales that I am some untouchable being in the heat of battle. I was injured in that fight as well.”

“It was but a scratch….” He tries to defend himself.

Seeing Finan reappear looking distraught, making haste to get outside, Lagertha quickly puts down her drink and climbs over the bench.

“Hey, where are you going? I haven’t even gotten to the best part….” Halfdan glances up.

“I have to go…” She replies to Halfdan before glancing at the others gathered around the table. “Don’t believe a word he says…” Lagertha throws over her shoulder as she rushes out the door of the Hall.

Once outside, she sees Finan striding towards the river. She runs to catch up to him.

“Finan!” She calls out, to get his attention. When he halts his stride, she finally catches up to him. She can immediately see the sadness in his eyes and it breaks her heart. 

“Hey, what happened?” She looks at him with concern in her eyes. She doesn’t hesitate to pull him into her embrace, holding him tightly against her.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Striding away from Hild’s chamber, the Irishman feels utterly defeated, every hope and dream he once had shattered as well as the constant reminder of something he once lost— lost forevermore, to be certain, with pain seemingly neverending at the hands of someone he once loved.

He takes a shuddering breath, weaving in and out of the droves of Danes that linger in the hall, his goal to reach the respite of fresh air as his throat feels choked beneath his leathers.

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