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Ugly Cat

Genre: Fan Fiction (The Last Kingdom)

Pairing: N/A

Warnings: Tooth Rotting Fluff. Mentions of traumatic childhood

Rating: General

Length: Insert/One Shot

Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.  

A/N: The Wait is Over!!! It's finally here!

This transpired through Stinky Dog. It slots in to that story in the middle of Part Six. However, it can be read on it's own as an adorable, fluffy, sweet Sihtric story. Thank you @geekandbooknerd and @whitedarkmoonflower  for inspiring this one to come to life.

Catch Up Here

Smokey,

Age: Approx 2-3 years

Breed: Mixed

My name is Smokey, I like playing with my cat nip mouse, cuddles, walks on my leash, and being brushed. I am looking for a new home, since I am unsure of where my old one is, as a kind lady found me in the streets and brought me to Cat Caddy. The people here have been very kind, thanks to them I am on a proper diet, have seen the vet twice – with a clean bill of health, and I am learning that humans aren't scary. I especially like men, it's a bro vibe thing. I have been here for six months, because nobody seems to appreciate my broken meow or my odd coloured eyes. I do okay with dogs, loud children scare me, and I would prefer to be the only cat. If you think you're the right Cat Dad for me, I look forward to hearing from you.

Sihtric stared at his laptop screen, the same ad he'd seen at Marley & Bo's a few weeks ago, hanging on the Cat Adoption board. Smokey was still on their page, Sihtric smiled. It had to be fate. He knew it. From the second he'd saw the photo of the smoke grey cat with the mismatched eyes, he had been in love.

Clicking the link to fill in a request to meet Smokey, he felt his palms get a little sweaty. Was he truly ready for this? Was this a commitment in which he wanted? He had told Uhtred and Finan that he'd wanted a cat, but did he truly want to take this on?

Sihtric sighed, the photo of Smokey on the corner of the page as the application lay blank. Poising his fingers over the keys, Sihtric filled in the first question. Name. Easy enough. Current City. No problem.

Why are you looking to adopt this cat?

Scratching his head, Sihtric pursed his lips. Well.

Companionship?

He understood what it was like, when nobody wanted you?

Sihtric once had a broken meow, but he learned how to heal with the help and love from his friends. Smokey could too?

Cobbling together a solid and coherent reason as to why he wanted a cat, Sihtric read the words in the space three times before he was satisfied. Next.

Cat Owning Experience? None. Oh. Would this be a hindrance?

Being as honest as he could throughout the process, Sihtric hit Submit. Silently asking whatever Gods that would listen, to bring Smokey home to him. He could feel it. This was his cat. Hearing somebody outside of his office calling his name, Sihtric shut the lap top and pushed back from his desk. He could hear the sound of a nearly full gym operating below him, as he walked into the hallway of the office area. Spotting his general manager, he shut the office door and went to see what the problem was. Smokey would have to wait until Sihtric dealt with a broken spin bike.

Coming home night after night to the quiet cottage, Sihtric had fallen into a routine – unless it was the second Wednesday, in which he'd skip coming home, shower at work, and meet his friends at their usual pub. His nights were always the same. Home, dinner, shower, read about whatever his latest obsession was, and then bed. Sihtric had friends and he spent his days surrounded by people, which he enjoyed, but it was always the quiet time that got him.

At home, he needed someone to talk to. Although, he'd gotten very good at talking to himself. Until two years ago, Sihtric had a roommate of three years. Osferth had been living with Sihtric, between places, and then he'd met Eadith. They fell in love, got engaged, and recently had gotten married. Sihtric was happy that they had managed to find one another, they were the perfect couple, but he was noticing the absence of another being. Even if he enjoyed the quiet, there were times when it was too much.

Kicking off his trainers, he walked into the silent home, tonight was no exception. He'd walked in a bit later than usual, having to deal with the broken spin bike had quickly become a nightmare. Sihtric rubbed his tattooed hands over his face and groaned. He'd been obsessively checking his phone every hour to see if the cat rescue had replied. So far, nothing.

Trudging to the fridge, he pulled it open, staring at the selection of pre-cooked meals that he'd made on Sunday. Even his meals were the same most of the time. Sihtric needed a change. Sure he could go try and find a partner, but people often left. They would take whatever they needed or wanted from your soul and then disappear. Always with some excuse. Plucking the glass dish of chicken, black beans, rice, and salsa from the fridge Sihtric took the lid off and sniffed it. Still good.

In the past, Sihtric would fill whatever void he had with one night stands. He wasn't a slut or anything, he simply wanted contact. A connection. A spark. Sitting at the table, Sihtric sat staring at the food before him. People saw what they wanted when it came to Sihtric, they didn't take the time to really look at what lay underneath. He'd had the same group of friends since university and he was grateful for them and the people that they brought into his life, but he needed something more.

His mind wandering back to Smokey, the grey cat with the two-toned eyes. That little face could melt even the coldest hearts. Sihtric was sure of it. How could somebody not want that cat? So what if he was a little different. Different is what made the world interesting.

Sihtric woke as the alarm blared at him, filling his senses, and causing the disturbance it was meant to. He'd taken the liberty to sleep in this morning, a rare treat. Stretching and reaching for his phone, to silence the alarm, Sihtric rubbed his eyes. New Emails. Nothing new there. Scrolling through the list, he scratched his chest, his heart beat racing as he saw there was a a reply to his application.

With shaking hands, Sihtric clicked the email on his screen. Closing his eyes, he asked whatever Gods were willing to listen, this be good news.

Sihtric,

We wanted to confirm your meeting with Smokey.

His eyes scanned the words. Confirmed. Tomorrow at 2pm. Tomorrow!

“Yes!” Sihtric almost threw his phone in excitement, throwing his hands in the air. The phone landed on the bed. “Yes!”

Lowering his hands, to grasp his long hair, Sihtric felt his stomach flip and his heart clench. This was the most exciting news he'd had since...well it was the most exciting news he'd had in a while. Blowing out a breath, Sihtric flopped back on his bed. Tomorrow. A whole day away.

This was going to be the longest day in Sihtric's history.

Maybe if he emailed them, they would agree to let him come today?

Sihtric sighed and looked at his phone, no, he didn't want to appear pushy or rude. Tomorrow it was. 2PM, he would arrive and get to meet the little grey furball that had been plaguing his mind for weeks. Laying back on his pillows, Sihtric looked at the photo of Smokey again. The name Smokey wasn't one that he preferred.

Just in case, Sihtric had already come up with a few different names to offer the cat. If he decided that he wanted to come live with Sihtric. Tucking his arms behind his head, Sihtric laid with his eyes closed, thinking over the list of names he would offer to the cat, in case he didn't like Smokey.

Asger had been Sihtric's top pick.

Then there was Baldr, Halvar, Leif, Gunnar, and Tyr. Sihtric winkled his nose, what if none of these were suitable? What if he just simply called him Kat? No, the little guy deserved better than that. Who knew, Sihtric scratched the back of his head, maybe he liked being Smokey?

Groaning at the sun streaming through the curtains on his bedroom window, Sihtric prepared himself to leave his bed. Another day in the office, another day dealing with work issues. Some times Sihtric wondered what would happen if he packed up, left for a few weeks, and didn't say anything. Would anyone notice? His friends would, of course, because Uhtred couldn't go an hour without texting like a jealous girlfriend with a suspicion.

Would his employees or clients notice? Surely some would take notice. Sihtric reluctantly got out of bed, standing and stretching his arms over his head, his boxers hung low on his hips he bent forward, touching his toes. His body moved and twisted in all of the right ways to release the tension of being inactive during his sleep. Sihtric smiled to himself holding the position, if his meeting went well tomorrow, in a few days time getting up and starting the day meant he'd have a new companion. One who would curl around his legs, swishing his tail, and looking for breakfast while his silly human twisted his body like a pretzel.

Morning routine finished, Sihtric practically skipped to the kitchen. High on the possibilities of what tomorrow could bring. Fishing out a tea bag, Sihtric paused, the Russian Caravan in his hand, he frowned suddenly. What if Smokey didn't like him? What if Smokey didn't want to come home with Sihtric?

Kettle screaming at him, Sihtric placed the tea bag in a mug, and his heart grew heavy. As if someone had tied a weight to it. He had been so excited, he hadn't stopped to think of the other possible outcome. Tea in the mug, he left it to steep, while he found breakfast.

Going to work late had been a grand idea. Now he wanted something to occupy his mind. Sihtric sighed, looking through the fridge for some overnight oatmeal or left over pancakes. Surely one or the other would be in there. He glanced at the homemade cookies on the counter, Eadith had brought them to him. He could always take a page of Finan's book and go with a handful of cookies for breakfast. Sihtric snorted, digging around he found the last jar of oatmeal. He'd make more this evening, to keep him busy.

Hours ticked by, slowly, Sihtric checked his watch almost every hour, not that it mattered today. At 2PM, it was now the 24 hour mark. Sihtric had to get through the rest of today and part of tomorrow.

Arriving home after work, Sihtric went through the same routine. Shoes off at the door, dinner already prepared in the fridge – tonight was steak, sweet potatoes, and broccoli. Before bed, he made sure to have enough oatmeal prepped for the rest of the week, and checked his emails to see if there had been any updates or changes from the rescue.

Nothing about Smokey, relief and worry washed over Sihtric as he stripped down for a shower, before bed. The nagging feeling that the cat wouldn't like him crept back into his field of thoughts. Sihtric pushed them out, imagining them going down the drain with the shampoo as he rinsed his hair. Scrubbing his fingers through his long, dark curls, he groaned. 2PM tomorrow, would not come fast enough.

As predicted, 2PM was not coming fast enough for Sihtric. He'd stupidly taken the day off, something he never did, unless he was too ill to be present. Even then, he would work from the office at home. Wandering around the house, all morning, pretending to clean, Sihtric kept looking at his watch. He nearly dropped with joy, when he saw the digital numbers declare it was 1PM.

If Sihtric left his house by 1:10, he could get to the shelter by 1:55PM. He didn't want to be too early, standing around being in the way always made him extremely uncomfortable. Yet, he didn't want to be late. If Sihtric had a meeting set for 2PM, he would want his client there at least five minutes early. It showed that they had the passion for what they were doing.

Like magic, 1:55PM, Sihtric pushed open the glass door of the cat rescue. It was a small building, charming green paint on the outside and bright white with green polka dots on the walls inside. Wiping his hands against his jeans, he stood a few seconds before approaching the desk. Posters of cats hung everywhere, some funny, some cute, and a few adoption ads were on a cork board to his right. Smokey's ad was at the bottom left.

“Excuse me,” Sihtric approached the desk, doing his best not to look nervous, “I'm here for an appointment to meet Smokey.”

Humming, the lady tapped at her keyboard. “Sihtric?” She looked up at him, a soft smile gracing her aging face. Sihtric nodded. “Nice to meet you, if you could please fill this out, it's standard protocol, bring it to me when it's done and we can go meet Smokey.”

Accepting the clipboard, Sihtric looked at the paper. A few standard questions. Had he been near any sick animals, had he been in any areas where there were stray animals. If he himself currently had any illness. Sihtric answered No to everything, except the last one. Had he been near any domestic animals. Yes. He had seen Maeve recently. Finan's dog was better kept and healthier than some people.

“Excuse me, again.” Sihtric looked over at the woman. “This last one, I have been near my friend's dog. She's up to date on everything and he treats her better than most people do their families, I want to be honest....”

“Check yes, but if she is that loved then it won't hurt. We just need to know, in case anything ever happened, we would be able to contact the appropriate people.” She explained. Sihtric checked the Yes box and slid the clip board back. Looking at the paper with a quick glance, the woman signed her initials asking Sihtric to follow her.

Taking him to a small room with a large window that overlooked the main office, she instructed Sihtric to wait a moment, while she went to fetch his potential new companion. The walls in the room were a soft yellow, a far cry from the bright green. Sihtric had read that yellow could be uplifting for cats, encouraging them to become more playful. He shrugged to himself, it made sense that people would want to see their potential cat in a happy and upbeat mood on the first meeting.

The first meeting.

Sihtric felt a knot in his throat. In mere minutes, he would be meeting the cat that had plagued his thoughts and dreams for days upon days. A mixture of excitement and dread filled him once again. Slowly exhaling, Sihtric's attention snapped to the door, as the older lady turned the knob, walking into the room with the most adorable cat that Sihtric had ever laid eyes on. Comfortable in her embrace, Smokey laid content, not bothering to even look at Sihtric, his eyes were closed and he purred happily.

“This,” She shut the door behind her, “is Smokey.”

“He's even cuter in person.” Sihtric laughed nervously. Watching as she placed the cat on the floor, the fluffy grey made a loud squawking noise before exploring his surroundings. “Is that why people don't want him?”

“Afraid so.”

“Oh.”

“It can be a little unnerving, I suppose.” The woman was kind about it.

Personally, Sihtric liked the noise. It was a character all to Smokey and nobody else.

“And his eyes, they're mismatched.” Sihtric smiled, the woman nodded explaining that some people felt a cat with different eyes was bad luck. Personally, she believed it made them that much more unique. “Maybe that's what went wrong in my life?” Sihtric wondered out loud.

“Pardon me?” The woman glanced up at him from watching Smokey explore the leg of a chair. Adjusting her glasses, she squinted. “Oh! Well look at that, you match! Isn't that lovely.”

“I saw his picture at Marley & Bo's. I haven't stopped thinking about him. The first thing that I noticed was he has eyes like mine.” Sihtric's smile grew wider. “It has to be fate.”

“Well, they say our pets resemble us.” She was kind in her tone and words. Sihtric liked her. “If you'd like, you can get down with him. It makes us more approachable.” Producing a few treats from her pocket, she handed them to Sihtric. Instructing him to hold his arm out a little bit from his body.

Sihtric sat cross legged on the cool floor. Holding out a hand, treats in his palm, he waited for the fluffy grey cat to look his way. Turning his head, ears perked, Smokey swished his tail and sat down to lick his paws. Sihtric observed the cat, his fur looked incredibly soft and his eyes were curious. Content with the groom, Smokey stood up sauntering to Sihtric. Sniffing his hand, he rubbed his body against Sihtric's arm, ducking under Sihtric's outstretched hand and stepping into his lap. Bringing his hand in to offer the treats, Sihtric wanted to cry when Smokey accepted them happily purring on his lap.

Softly petting the cat behind the shoulders, Sihtric drew a deep breath. Smokey flopped down on his lap, his front paws kneading at Sihtric's knee before he settled to rest.

“You can stay there as long as you like,” The woman whispered, “I have to go back to my desk. When you are done, wave at the window, okay sweetheart.”

“Thank you.” Sihtric whispered back, glancing at the woman for a brief moment before turning his full attention to the cat. “So, do you think you'd like to live with me?” He asked when they were alone. The cat laid contently on his lap. “My house isn't big, refurbished cottage, but it's cosy and I think you would like it. You could have your own space. I don't have any other cats and the only kids I know aren't mean.”

Smokey laid on Sihtric's lap, enjoying the attention as the man spoke soothingly to him. Stretching his front legs and flexing his claws, Smokey settled once more. Sihtric ran his hand along Smokey's back, enjoying the calming presence of the cat.

“You could come to work with me, be a gym cat. Instead of a gym rat.” Sihtric snorted at his own joke. “I think my staff would really like you.” he told Smokey that he owned a gym, with another being built. Not that the cat cared, as he sniffed the tattooed hand for another treat. Sihtric offered a small piece. “I've been kind of lonely, since my friend moved out. I mean I get it, he met a great girl and they got married. I still have friends, but it's quiet at home. All of my friends have somebody to go home to, I have a quiet house and reheated meals.”

Sihtric sighed, gently scratching the cat behind the ears. “Enough about my problems. Want to tell me about those cat nip mice?” He chuckled at himself.

Smokey squawked and swished his tail. Sihtric smiled, as he sat on the floor with the car curled on his lap. They had sat in the little room for almost an hour. Sihtric had grabbed a toy and was tossing it across the floor, while Smokey would run for it and bat it around. Watching the cat maneuver the plastic ball around the floor, Sihtric laughed. Smokey would crouch down, wiggle his tail, and pounce on the opponent. The ball would go flying and the cat would stalk it down once more.

Another session of scratches and content purring, Sihtric felt his legs getting stiff from the floor. Reluctantly urging Smokey off of his lap, he stood and brushed himself off. The grey cat wrapping around his legs, Sihtric smiled, stooping to pick him up he gave a gentle knock on the window.

Approaching the door, the lady turned the knob allowing herself into the room. “So, Sihtric, what do you think of Smokey?”

“I um...I really like him. I don't know how long I was supposed to stay. I'm sorry if we took too much time.” Sihtric stood holding the cat to his chest, as if he would never let the grey beast go.

“Don't worry about it. You can't get to know one another in five minutes.” She gently smiled, closing the door behind her and taking a seat in one of the chairs, gesturing to Sihtric to take the other. “I want you to be honest, do you think this is a good fit?”

Sihtric smiled at the cat, Smokey was rubbing his head against Sihtric's arm. “I think he and I would be a great fit. I really like his personality.”

“I am sure that you're aware, Smokey had been here a while and hasn't had many prospects.” The woman frowned, as if remembering the others who had came to meet the cat, only to leave him behind. Sihtric nodded. “Your references have checked out. I finished contacting them while you were in here.”

Sihtric had known his friends would come through on that one. Eadith would never lie, besides he had kept Osferth alive. Surely she would insist he could keep a cat. Uhtred may tease him, but he knew Sihtric had a good heart and would provide a good home.

“I guess all that I have left to ask is, do you want to take Smokey home?”

“Y-yes of course!” Sihtric eagerly nodded, his body felt as though he would vibrate off the chair with excitement. Lifting Smokey, he kissed the top of his head, mumbling about how he'd be the best Cat Dad and how Smokey would absolutely love living with him. “Of course I want him.”

“You can take him home tomorrow, we will set that up in a minute. First.” She dug in her pocket. A bit preemptive, but she had known right away this young man would be leaving with the cat. “Do you want to come with me, to put his sign up?” The woman asked.

Allowing Sihtric to carry Smokey back to to the kennel. Sihtric whispered to Smokey about how he couldn't wait to get him home, stroking the cat's long fur, placing a kiss on his head.

“I think he's going to be a great addition.” The lady smiled, as Sihtric followed her.

“I can't wait to come back and get him.” Sihtric rocked the cat gently in his arms. Following the lady to Smokey's kennel, Sihtric's heart felt a twist as they passed by the other cats waiting for their humans to come. Smokey squawked happily a he saw his fleece blanket and cat nip mouse. Sihtric placed him back in the decent sized wall kennel, promising to come back tomorrow to take him home.

“Would you like to do the honours?” The woman smiled handing Sihtric the bright pink magnet that read Adopted!

Placing the magnet on the metal bars, Sihtric took another look at Smokey. Tomorrow, he would be free. A cushy life of tuna snacks, cat nip, all the fleece blankets he could ever dream of, and one slightly obsessive Cat Dad.

As the door opened, the bell jingled, Anya looked up half expecting to see her handsome Irishman walk through the door, with his faithful shepherd by his side. Finan had taken Maeve to work again today, which meant a stop in on the ride home for some of Maeve's favourite cheese biscuits. Seeing the familiar Dane with his dark hair and tattoos, Anya's smile was wide and welcoming none the less.

“Hey Lady.” Sihtric greeted Anya with a huge smile. His hair was pulled back in a bun and his smile was evidently one of good news.

“Hey Sihtric, what's going on?” His best friend's girlfriend greeted him with a warm smile and a tight hug.

“I got the cat!” He announced, slightly rocking on the balls of his feet. He was thirty years old, acting like a little boy on Christmas, but Sihtric didn't care. This was one of the greatest moment of his life.

“He's mine! I can pick him up tomorrow, the grey one with the different eyes.”

“Sihtric! That's fantastic!” Anya hugged him again. Letting him go, she squeezed his arm. “So?”

“So, now I am here to get some things, because I need to have it all set up before he gets home. I need a cat bed, dishes, a collar, maybe a name tag or a bell? What about cat nip mice? Do you sell those?” He rambled his list, ticking things off on his fingers as he went. “Um, a scratching post?” He snapped his fingers, trying to think of other things he would need.

Anya couldn't contain her smile. Sihtric was beyond excited about this cat, sounding like somebody else she knew when it came to his four legged companion.

“What about food?”

Sihtric shook his head, “they told me they will send some home. Then I can see what it is they have been feeding him.”

“Smart.”

“I also need a leash, some toys, a litter pan, some litter, and do you have anything fleece?”

“Okay, let's take this slow.” Anya giggled, Sihtric was worse than a new parent. Understandably, he had been talking about wanting this cat for weeks. “Start with the basics, maybe a budget.”

“No budget, nothing but the best for my Cat King.”

“Okay, you are starting to sound like Finan.”

Sihtric grimaced. “That's a bit scary. I swear, I will never be that unhinged.”

“He's not unhinged, he's just....Okay he's unhinged when it comes to Maeve.” Anya laughed.

“If only you knew.” Winking, Sihtric snorted in laughter.

Anya and Finan had been together for nearly two months and nobody had the heart to tell her how truly desperate Finan had been while trying to win her over. Sihtric would never be the one to tell her about the garbage that Finan had purposely left out and encouraged his dog to roll in, just to talk to the Pretty Lady at the pet shop.

“He still makes excuses to come in here at least four days a week.” laughing Anya shrugged. “Guess it was my choice to say yes.”

“A good choice, I think.” Sihtric countered with a firm nod.

“Okay, enough about Finan. If we keep saying his name, he's likely to appear.” Anya looked at her watch. Another half an hour and he would appear anyway. “Let's get you all set up, come on Cat Dad.”

“Hey, do you know where I can get a tshirt like the one you got Finan? Well, I want mine to say Cat Dad, but you know what I mean.”

“I'll send you a link.” Anya giggled, if Sihtric wanted a Cat Dad gift basket that badly, she'd have one ordered and sent to him. A little first time Cat Dad gift.

Following Anya through the store, Sihtric was like a toddler in a toy store. Everything he laid eyes on, he wanted. Anya had pried a few items out of his hands as they went, insisting that he did not need an over priced luxury cat bed. Chances were, his new cat would be more content on Sihtric's bed.

Arms loaded with everything he would need, plus the things he thought he would need, Sihtric followed Anya to the front. Carrying an arm load herself, Anya placed the items down looking over the mountain of items at Sihtric.

“Are you sure you need all of this?” She picked up a cat hoodie.

“What if he gets cold?” Sihtric looked at her, the most serious expression she had ever witnessed on his face.

“He's a long haired cat, Sihtric. Why don't you get the essentials today and leave the other stuff for now? If you find that he needs a hoodie and a jacket, and pjs, then you can let me know and I will set them aisde.” Anya compromised. Sihtric sighed and nodded. “Okay. So,” she began tallying up the cost.

Handing over his card, Sihtric didn't even blink when Anya read him the total cost. Pets weren't cheap, Sihtric was single and made a good living, he could take the financial hit. Chattering on about meeting Smokey, his face could hardly contain his smile. He'd spent an hour with the cat and already knew it was love.

Pure love.

Anya was aware of Sihtric's upbringing, he hadn't always had it easy, and he seemed to be a bit of a loner as a result. Outside of his best friends and the people he employed or worked with. He was quiet, until you got to know him and then you wished he had an Off Switch. Anya nodded as he explained why Smokey had been in the shelter so long. People had assumed the cat was broken or bad luck. Sihtric sighed heavily, he didn't have to say it – Anya knew he was thinking about his own parallel.

“Do you think it's okay if I change his name?” He scratched the goatee on his chin, his tattoos almost animated with the gesture.

“I think it's a great idea. A new name for a new life.” Anya nodded in confirmation. “Do you have one in mind?”

“I keep thinking of the name Asger. It means God's Spear.” Sihtric shrugged.

“I think it's a great name.” She encouraged. She hadn't known how to say it, but Smokey was too generic. Although, Sihtric and Smokey had a ring, it certainly wasn't a name that suited Sihtric. Pets were reflections of their humans, Asger was a far better reflection of the Dane.

“Okay. I guess I'll ask him tomorrow and see how he feels.” Sihtric nodded, gathering his bags, “I'll see you lady?”

“I am sure that I will see you around. Good luck, Sihtric.” Anya called after him, as he pushed the door open with his broad shoulder. Watching him through the large front window, Anya shook her head and laughed to herself. Oh god, he may be worse than Finan.

Everything had to be perfect, Sihtric had spent several hours arranging the things he'd picked up, moving them around his house to find the best lay out and the easiest access for Smok – Asger. Setting a few fleece cat blankets around various spots in the house, including one on his bed, Sihtric was satisfied that his new friend would be comfortable. Water fountain and food dish set up in the kitchen, where Sihtric could see them from the table, obviously they were going to eat together. He'd emptied a small basket from the office, placing the toys that he'd bought in it. Sitting the basket on the living room floor by his bookshelf, Sihtric was satisfied that everything was perfect.

Now all he had to do was wait.

Waiting was the worst.

2PM was not getting here fast enough.

Trying to focus on work was near torture, as Sihtric kept looking at the giant clock at the end of the gym. Rubbing his hand across his face, he mumbled some form of encouragement to the man he was working with. Deeply unfair to the paying client, Sihtric needed a moment to regroup. Insisting they take a short break. Another thirty minutes with his client and Sihtric was on office duties until it was time to go collect his new furry companion.

If he had a chance, he could always take a few minutes at one of the rowing machines. The familiar movement would help Sihtric to calm his mind and burn some of his nervous energy. If he had time to run down to the river, he could always grab a boat and...no the machine would have to do today. Maybe he and Osferth could teach Asger to sit in the boat with them? Sihtric smirked at the idea of taking his cat rowing. They would have killed to have a mascot like that back in university.

Break over, it was back to work. For now.

The clock was tormenting him.

Slowly ticking.

Time was standing still.

Had Sihtric not checked his watch, he would had sworn that giant clock had stopped working.

Sitting in the office wasn't a help. He shuffled through papers, not that he actually read a single one. His computer was open, but there was very little work happening. Sihtric sat with the door closed and the blinds drawn, mostly so his staff couldn't see him sitting inside being idle. He was always on them, when they were wasting time.

Finally!

As the alarm on his phone went off, signaling that he was allowed to leave, Sihtric had to contain his excitement. Shutting up the office, he collected his bag, ignoring anyone who tried to speak to him, for fear they may delay him from getting his cat. Sihtric waved to the young woman at the front desk, telling her that he'd see her tomorrow. If anybody needed him, call the general manager.

Arriving at the shelter, Sihtric took a deep breath, before exiting his car. Slowly inhaling and exhaling, he felt his heart rate return to a somewhere normal pace. Inside he was greeted with the green polka dot walls and the cat posters, hanging on the walls. Soft shell cat carrier in hand, he confidently walked up to the front desk. The same lady from the previous day sat at the desk, her smile nearly as wide as Sihtric's. Speaking to another woman, she nodded and the other woman disappeared to the back.

“Sihtric, good afternoon. Here for your little guy.”

“I am. I can't wait to take him home.” Sihtric nodded, pulling his curls back into a low bun. “I have been on edge all day waiting.”

“He'll be ready in a minute, while he's getting ready, I need some paperwork signed and we will get you all set.” She stood, plucking some papers from a stack on the corner of her desk. “Standard stuff, agreement if it doesn't work then you bring him back to us. Information on our vets that have worked with him. Agreement to care and that you understand he's your responsibility.”

Sihtric nodded, listening to her go over the forms. Singing each one, putting his initials where she asked. He dated the paper and handed back the pen.

“Before you leave, we like to have adopters take photos. Is that okay?”

“Absolutely!” Sihtric agreed, his head bobbing like a dog on a dashboard. The kind lady handed him another form, agreeing to release his likeness and consent to the photo, allowing the rescue to use it. Sihtric heard a familiar squawking noise, turning his head to see the other woman with his cat in her arms. Wearing a blue harness with a blue leash attached, she walked towards Sihtric.

“He's all yours.” She placed the cat in his arms.

Two different eyes looking up at him, the grey cat settled immediately in Sihtric's arms.

“Asger.” Sihtric whispered, cuddling the cat in his arms. “Asger.” this time with more confidence, the cat shook his head and gave a small squawking sound. Sihtric was already in love with that broken meow. “You like that name? I think it's a good name.”

Photos taken, Asger in his carrier, Sihtric thanked the two women and picked up the bag of food that they had been feeding Asger. Outside, Sihtric hummed softly, loading Asger in the car. The cat didn't say much on the drive, Sihtric was pretty sure he'd slept most of the way home. Content to know he had his human. Sihtric smiled at the thought of Asger being happy with his new life. He would never have to worry about not knowing who his family was. He would never worry about finding his next meal, nor would he ever be lonely again.

Unlocking the door, Sihtric walked inside the cottage. Kicking his shoes off, as always, he flicked on a light and sat Asger's carrier down beside the door. Opening the black mesh bag, he took a step back allowing the cat to look around. Giving Asger space, Sihtric walked into the kitchen. When Asger was comfortable, he would come out.

Grabbing a tea bag from the cupboard, Sihtric went through the motions of making his cup. Pouring the hot water into the mug, he smiled fondly when he saw the grey fluff from the corner of his eye. Behind him, Asger slowly approached, sniffing his new surroundings. Squawking at his human, Asger charged at Sihtric's legs, his paws grabbing the side of Sihtric's track pants, claws kneading into the material. Sihtric stooped to pick the cat up.

“You and I are going to be best friends, I know it.” Sihtric spoke to the cat, carrying him in one arm, while he removed the tea bag from his mug with the other. Asger purred, content. “I've never had a pet. So, forgive me as I learn?”

Asger blinked, Sihtric turned to lean against the cupboard top. Stroking Asger's soft fur was rather relaxing for both of them.

“When I was a kid, I always wanted a pet, but I knew it wouldn't be a good place for them. Hell, it was barely a good place for me.” Sihtric's face darkened and his shoulders slumped. “I get it, having a family who didn't care. That's different now, I have become a better person. Someone bigger and stronger. You will, too, Asger.”

Snuggling into his cat, Sihtric hummed. Asger yawned and wiggled a little, but he didn't make an attempt to move from his perch in Sihtric's arms. “I promise you, I will never leave you behind. You are always my number one. You are going to have the best life, I promise.”

Stretching, Asger wiggled in Sihtric's arms, placing the cat back on the floor, Sihtric watched him explore the kitchen. Taking in the location of his food and water, the cat sniffed his empty food dish and walked on. Standing with his mug of tea, Sihtric watched quietly. Coming home was going to be so much more rewarding. Turning to look at his human, Asger blinked and stretched.

“I am glad you like it. It's just us, for the most part. Sometimes my friends come over, but they are chill. Although, Maeve may need to stay home, for now.” Sihtric furrowed his brow. “She's Finan's dog. Which reminds me, I promise, I will never sink to Finan's level, in using you to pick up women, but if one happens to have a nice girl cat who thinks you're cute. We could work something out.”

Asger sat, cleaning his front paws, rubbing it against his ear. Sihtric watched in amazement. This being was his responsibility. He was the one who was going to care for and nurture this cat. When he came home, he was going to have someone waiting. A cat, on a poster, all because he was too nosy over Finan's hot pet shop lady. Sihtric laughed, Asger looked alarmed by the noise, but soon settled back to his grooming.

“You have no idea how much I already love you, Asger.” Sinking down to sit on the kitchen floor, Sihtric extended his hand to Asger. Crossing his legs, he smiled when the cat wandered over, plopping down and snuggling in.

Tagging: (I am never sure who to tag, if you wish to be added/removed please tell me) @geekandbooknerd @gemini-mama @fuckoffbard @mrsarnasdelicious @mrsalwayswrite @whitedarkmoonflower @earl-aive @leftoverp1zza @sunshinepanic @grlwtskulltattoo @trenko-heart @heavenly1927 @cacti123322 @booknerd0612 @norisdedith @justagirlwanderingearth @deandoesthingstome @masked-lost-girl @thenameswinter99

[mrsalwayswrite]

TO CALL FORTH LOVE - UPDATE

Hello loves!

Good news! I'm going to post the next chapter this week! Has if been over a year since I've updated? Yes, yes I has. Is that my fault? Technically, yes. BUT in my defense I had a baby. Yep, during my pregnancy and newborn stage my brain refused to create words. So instead of stressing myself out and creating content that I felt was sub-par, I decided to take a break until I felt ready to return to the writing world.

And here I am! Finally!

With that being said, this is a sound-off of who is still interested in the story. I'm tagging those who are on my list from before and those that have commented since then (I think I got everyone). Please leave a reply if you want to be tagged in future chapters. Those that don't reply, I will take off the list.

Also a huge thank you for those that have commented, liked and gone back and reread this story during my absence. I'm so sorry I just dropped this but I had to step away for my own sanity.

You guys are amazing! ❤️

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Here's a smiling Ivar as an apology.

[emilyhufflepufftlk]

A massive thank you to everyone who participated in my challenge. I have loved every single one of your creations and I’m so honoured to have such talented friends. If you haven’t posted your entry yet don’t worry, please take your time. Post when you are ready and I’ll add you to the list. 💜💜💜

Ems500 Challenge Master List:

Say You’ll Remember Me (Finan x OC) by @morosemagick

Long Live All The Mountains We Moved (Aldhelm) by @persephones-journey

Soon You’ll Get Better (Uhtred x Aethelflaed) by @princess--of--the--dragonstone

Brida - Lover cover by @axe-does-writing

New Beginnings (Sihtric x Reader) by @geekandbooknerd

You are the best thing, that’s ever been mine (Sihtric x OC) by @persephones-journey

Begin Again (Osferth x Reader, Finan x Reader, Finan x Ingrith) by @geekandbooknerd

Death by a thousand cuts (Aethelstan x Ingilmundr) by @princess--of--the--dragonstone

It only hurts this much right now, what was I thinking the whole time? (Aethelstan) by @persephones-journey

Right Where You Left Me (Uhtred x Aethelflaed) by @persephones-journey

To Exile Above All (Aethelstan & Aedgyth) by @volvaaslaug

Fall From Grace (Osferth x Reader) by @itbmojojoejo

Vigilante Shit (Eadith & Aethelflaed) by @princess--of--the--dragonstone

It Dies, and It Dies, and It Dies, a Million Little Times (Finan x OC) by @persephones-journey

He Was Long Gone, When He Met Me (Rognvaldr x OC) by @persephones-journey

Uhtred x Aethelflaed by @lonnson

Have my back, yeah, everyday (Coccham squad) by @persephones-journey

Nothing Lasts Forever (Finan x OC) by @persephones-journey

This Is Me Trying (Aelfwynn) by @princess--of--the--dragonstone

I was enchanted to meet you (Osferth x Reader) by @halfmylife

The Moment I Knew (Aethelstan x Ingilmundr) by @magravenwrites

You were all I wanted, but not like this (Finan x OC) by @persephones-journey

[solinarimoon]

Oh my stars! This is so sweet! Thank you for the tag @bhxrdy 🧡

No pressure tags for some lovely mutuals and friends and humans I admire: @morosemagick @emilyhufflepufftlk @lauwrite1225 @persephones-journey @trenko-heart @cibs @quantumlocked310 @deandoesthingstome @mirkwoodest @neil-gaiman @serasvictoria @whitedarkmoonflower @tsukkinami @geekandbooknerd @kingslionheart @breanime and anyone else wanting to spread joy!

(Ps - I love the pagan undertones of the tree tradition. Symbology and nature and rhythm and hope and gentle warmth to all my dears)

[oddsnendsfanfics]

WIP Wednesday

It's Wednesday!

this week, I have a piece from Stinky Dog

“I do not care about hair cuts or facial hair.” Gisela wagged a finger at Uhtred, giving Finan a hard stare, she nudged him in the arm. “No moustache. I draw the line at that damn moustache.”

“Moustache?” Anya looked at Finan, as the others laughed.

“It wasn't that bad, doll.”

“It was hideous.” Osferth held his stomach, laughing. “He didn't grow it properly and it looked like a sad caterpillar.”

Finan shrugged. “Ingrith said it was hot.”

“And a year later, she married Hild.” Uhtred snickered, watching Finan squirm a little under the tormenting.

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[oddsnendsfanfics]

Ugly Cat Sneak Peek

Since Dog Dad Finan and Stinky Dog has sparked the idea of Sihtric and his quest to become a Cat Dad, I have been carefully crafting this. It still needs some work, but I wanted to share a little peek.

Thank you @whitedarkmoonflower and @geekandbooknerd for the inspiration on this one 🥰

As the door opened, the bell jingled, Anya looked up half expecting to see her handsome Irishman walk through the door, with his faithful shepherd by his side. Finan had taken Maeve to work again today, which meant a stop in on the ride home for some of Maeve's favourite cheese biscuits. Seeing the familiar Dane with his dark hair and tattoos, Anya's smile was wide and welcoming none the less.

“Hey Lady.” Sihtric greeted Anya with a huge smile. His hair was pulled back in a bun and his smile was evidently one of good news.

“Hey Siht, what's going on?” His best friend's girlfriend greeted him with a warm smile and a tight hug.

“I got the cat!” He announced, slightly rocking on the balls of his feet. He was thirty years old, acting like a little boy on Christmas, but Sihtric didn't care. This was one of the greatest moment of his life. “He's mine! I can pick him up tomorrow, the grey one with the different eyes.”

“Sihtric! That's fantastic!” Anya hugged him again. Letting him go, she squeezed his arm. “So?”

“So, now I am here to get some things, because I need to have it all set up before he gets home. I need a cat bed, dishes, a collar, maybe a name tag or a bell? What about cat nip mice? Do you sell those?” He rambled his list, ticking things off on his fingers as he went. “Um, a scratching post?” He snapped his fingers, trying to think of other things he would need.

Anya couldn't contain her smile. Sihtric was beyond excited about this cat, sounding like somebody else she knew when it came to his four legged companion.

[vikingsbigbang]

Collector of Hearts

Author: @geekandbooknerd | Artist: @flowers-in-your-hayr

Rating: Mature | Word count: 15,711

Warnings: Graphic Description Of Violence, Smut

Summary: Ivar Lothbrok is a demon who collects hearts and you are a broken-hearted woman ready to sell hers so you don't have to feel the bitter sting of heartbreak over and over again. But there's something you don't bank on; having to do tasks for Ivar. You thought you would just sell your heart and never see him again but that isn't the case. And now there are other demons after you and you are hunting for relics for Ivar so he can rule Kattegat. Add that to the fact that Ivar has a woman from his past that wants to kill you too and you are pretty sure that you are falling for Ivar... despite the fact that you don't have a heart! Maybe it would have been easier to have lived with the heartbreak. But if you did, you wouldn't have met Ivar...

Created as part of the Vikings Big Bang 2022 @vikingsbigbang2022

[oddsnendsfanfics]

@geekandbooknerd it's absolutely rude that he is like this! It's even ruder that I can't find this show anywhere in Canada.

Mark Rowley as Paul T.I.M. (2023) dir. Spencer Brown

[whenimaunicorn]

He circled you in the small room, the door had long been locked behind the pair of you, placed on the table as the boat rocked softly on the river.

"You came back."

"I always said I would." You smiled but he wasn't smiling at you.

He stalked towards you as he undid the sword at his hip, throwing it down on one of his chairs.

Standing in front of you, he placed his fingers in your hair, tugging your hair back so you would look up at him.

"You left."

"And I got you your gold. A thank you would be..."

But you were cut off by his lips harshly kissing you, his hand still tangled in your hair, the other holding tightly to your waist.

You weren't sure if he was angry that you'd left, or glad to have you back but either way, he was going to use you in any way he wanted.

He tugged at the ties holding your dress together, getting annoyed when he couldn't get them undone properly so he turned you, grabbing his knife and slicing through them, ripping the rest away.

"You owe me a new dress."

Uhtred didn't say anything back, just continued to rid you of your clothes, his hand between your legs, rubbing you, pushing into you.

You hadn't felt his touch in so long so it didn't take long until you were writhing against his fingers, needing to reach your peak.

He pulled away before you came and you let out a little snarl. Spinning around, you saw the cocky grin on his face as he undid his belt, then trousers.

You took off his jacket and tunic, fingers running over his skin as he kicked off his boots and trousers, picking you up and pushing into you in one sweep.

"Oh fuck." You moaned, his hips relentless, pushing into you hard, your nails scratching at his back, his mouth biting down on your shoulder before his hand came up to your throat, squeezing you as his hips continued to thrust into you.

"You fucking left," He told you, "You fucking left and I thought you were dead."

"Uhtred... Please..."

"You'll take all I have to give you. Every thrust, every inch..."

"I... I need to..."

He quickened his thrusts, your nails drawing blood on his back and you came harshly, so harshly and you felt him come inside you, hot and heavy.

"You don't leave me again."

"I still don't hear a thank you for the gold." You smirked.

"Was that not thank you enough?" Uhtred asked but you shook your head.

His smirk answered your own as he carried you to the bed.

The ship would have to do without their Captain for a few days it seems.

YAAAAAS my inbox is BLESSED by whatever you had going on today!!! 🥰 Uhtred and that deep dick game, just take me away....

[youbloodymadgenius]

One Step At A Time (Ivar x reader)

A/N: This is my entry for @geekandbooknerd​‘s 1K challenge. Congrats again love, you deserve each and everyone of us 💖 I hope you’ll enjoy it.

My prompt: I’m going to break your jaw if you keep talking.

the gif belongs to @kendaspntwd​

@inforapound​ - thank you 💐

Let me know if you want to be tagged 😉

Summary: In bed with Ivar, you wish he’d let you try...

Warnings: oral sex (female and male receiver); Ivar’s insecurities; fluff.

Words: 2000

Crying his name again and again, you scream loud enough for everyone in the great hall to hear, you come hard, back arched, your whole body shaking with his hands on your thighs.

"Gods Ivar, that was…" Catching your breath, your mind still filled with stars, you don't bother to finish as you slowly shift in the bed, his strong arms supporting you, your stiffened limbs barely working. But you both know how it was.

Amazing. Powerful. Prodigious. Could Valhalla be any better than that? You're not sure. Riding his mouth, his skilled fingers twisting inside you and his tongue driving you crazy, is definitely your favourite thing in the world, an addiction you want to keep. 

As you slowly lay down next to him, you kiss him eagerly, propping yourself up on your elbow before resting your head on his shoulder. Snuggling against his side, you release a sigh of satisfaction when his right hand works its way through your tangled hair, his left arm playfully squeezing your ass.

"Everything all right, my queen?" his cocky voice asks. His queen… You still have to get used to the title. You had been his little bird, his sweet, his loveling, you still are Y/N every time he's mad at you, but now that he's king, you're mostly his queen. You love the way it rolls off his tongue, and how proud he is. The truth is, he could call you anything and you'd love it. Ivar is your everything, your whole world, your chosen one, your endless love. The true king of your heart.

"How could it be otherwise, my love?" Smiling softly, you pepper light kisses all over his upper-body, your fingers grazing his warm skin, drawing random patterns from his navel, up to his chest.

"I love you so much." Ivar is usually neither soft nor especially talkative, yet sometimes, in the privacy of your shared bed, he just lets go, whispering sweet nothings for only you to hear. You cherish those moments, which vividly express his love and even more his unwavering trust in you.

As he mumbles against your skin, you just get lost in the moment, perfectly happy and still lightly dazed by your previous climax, your hand running along his side and sliding under the heavy furs. Ivar doesn't react at first, but when your bold fingers wander down to his sleep pants, playing with the strings, he holds his breath before grabbing your wrist, his grip soft yet firm.

"Please, don't." His pleading voice hurts you more than the rejection you're used to. You wish he could forget his shame and get rid of his doubts. You would convince him that nothing is impossible. You would want him to stop being gripped by his own fears. You wish he could see himself as you see him. Strong and whole. Perfect, no matter what.

"Just let me my love, please." Muttering, you raise your head, giving him a warm smile. He doesn't smile back, his jaw clenching as he closes his eyes, huffing out a breath.

"Y/N, you know I can't." Barely hearing his shaky whisper, you know he wants you to drop the subject more than anything. And gods, you hate it!

"No Ivar, I don't." Keeping your voice strong and stifling a sigh, you gently kiss his cheek. "I never got the chance."

Ivar had been your lover long before he was your husband. So long that you have trouble remembering what it was like before him. Despite this, however, your hands – let alone your mouth – were never allowed anywhere near his defective cock. His words, not yours. That hurt.

You can feel all his muscles tensing up. "That would be useless. You know how things went with Mar–" Cutting him off by putting your free hand over his mouth, you scowl, anger bursting through your mind, roaring as you prop yourself once again on your elbow. "Don't say her name, Ivar. And never ever compare me to that whore."

She mocked him. Belittled him. Destroyed him. Shattered what little self confidence he had. You hate her deeply, with all your guts.

"I don't." Ivar quickly retorts, a sigh falling out of him. "You know I don't." Releasing your wrist, he keeps his hand on yours, preventing you from moving it.

"If that's so, then let me try, my love." Your voice is soft and gentle, your heart hopeful, but when you look up into his eyes, Ivar clenches them shut, his breath hitches. Not willing to embarrass him further, you almost consider backing off for a moment.

You both keep quiet for a long time, Ivar's uneven breathing filling the silence, your head resting on his tensed shoulder, his fingers absent mindedly stroking your arm. More and more uncomfortable, you're afraid you've gone too far. You should probably be grateful for what you have, instead of wanting more. But you can't help it. You're frustrated, every day a little bit more. Not for you, clearly. For him. You wish you could give him back what he gives you, day after day, night after night. The bliss. That perfect moment when everything explodes, when nothing else exists, when there is nothing left but feelings.  

"I… I can't get it up." Shivering as his shaky voice breaks the silence, you answer him back immediately, your eyes locked on his, your voice soothing. "Ivar, my love, we don't know that for sure. That's why…" biting your lip, you speak hesitatingly, "that's why we should … you should really let me try. Please."

Inhaling deeply, Ivar squeezes your arm incredibly tight. "And what if…" his words catch in his throat, he's hard to understand, "what if it doesn't work?"

Your response bursts forth as you give him an encouraging smile, your eyes twinkling with love, your words firm and your voice steady. "It won't change anything, Ivar. I'll love you just as much, and you know that. I promise, nothing will change. Please, Ivar. My king. It's time. Don't admit defeat until you've tried. With me. You and me together, Ivar, we can make it happen. We've worked miracles before, we can do it again."

Hearing his breathing starting to shake and failing to even out makes your heart crumble. "You… you have too much faith in me."

"And you don't have enough." Glancing at him, you can tell he's hesitating, so you insist. "Ivar, if you don't trust yourself, trust me." You can be his confidence if that is what he needs.

Your hand grazing his lower belly, you look at him expectantly, releasing a breath you didn't know you were holding as he faintly nods, his lips twitching nervously.

As you shift in the bed, a light smile on your face, Ivar stops you, his eyes full of doubts. "And what if… what if I hurt you?” he shakes his head no, leaning himself on one elbow, "I don't want to hurt you like I… hurt her."

Hiding how much the mere mention of Margrethe makes you cringe, you give him a broad smile, your hands resting steadily on his hips, waiting to take his pants off. "You won't, Ivar, I promise."

"How can you be so sure?" His voice is so frail right now, giving away all his insecurities, and you feel like you're melting, seeing your ruthless lover trusting you enough to expose himself completely.

Carefully choosing your words, you spread light kisses over his chest. "Because we'll take it slow, my love. One step at a time."

At the very moment when you see a twinkle in his eyes, you know you have won.

"One step at a time?" For the first time, you can hear hope in his voice. The fear isn't gone, but it doesn't matter. Instilling in him a sense of hope is all you need. All he needs.

"Yes, my love, one step at a time. As we did in York. You were sure you could never walk, and look at you now, tall and impressive as you move through Kattegat. You can walk, Ivar. It took us awhile, but we did it. You did it, Ivar. You can do anything, my love, all you have to do is believe."

Rewarded by a weak smile, you pull his pants down over his thighs as he raises his hips, his whole body shaking, his breathing still clipped and shallow. He doesn't need to voice all the doubts he's still feeling.

"Don't worry, everything is going to be fine, Ivar." As you know he is still terrified of hurting you, your voice is gentler than ever. "Tonight, it's all about you my love. I'll take you in my mouth. A first step." Grazing his flaccid cock with your hand, your eyes widen, amazed that you're finally getting the chance.  

Ivar may find this hard to believe, but you love everything about him. Every scar, every broken bone. And tonight you're determined to prove that you'll love his cock anyway, should it stay that way, limp and soft, because it is a part of him.

When you're about to wrap your fingers around his shaft, Ivar tenses again, his fists clenched as he asks in a halting voice. "Are you sure?"

This time you don't try to hide your annoyance, sighing loudly as you glare at him. "Of course I am. But we'll never get anywhere if you keep interfering, you know? So now my love, you be quiet. I love you very much, but I won't wait. I'm going to break your jaw if you keep talking. Seems only fair to warn you."

Chuckling, Ivar looks at you, somewhat flabbergasted, unaware that this is what you were looking for. A way to lighten his mood. "And how would you do that, woman?" he asks, his cockiness obvious.

Pretending to think about it, your head tilts to the side, you manage to suppress a smile but your eyes sparkle with mischief. "You shouldn't underestimate me, Ivar. I am a queen after all."

Without giving him time to answer, you wrap your hand around his cock, Ivar shuddering at the feel of your touch. Fingers running up and down his length, your thumb plays with the tip, and even if it's still soft, you can tell Ivar is enjoying it, his moans building as you lower your lips, lightly kissing his head.

It takes you a long time – not that you mind it – but eventually, as your hand touch his balls, your tongue licking, your lips sucking, you feel it. It is slow at first, faint, almost nonexistent and you're not sure Ivar is aware of it. Yet you know it's there, and you can't help but feel a sense of pride, getting back to work with renewed vigour as his cock gets harder and harder.

Suddenly, Ivar squeaks. Literally. An odd sound you have never heard before, something between a wail and a gasp. Looking up with concern, a frown on your face, you want to be sure he is all right. "Ivar, are you okay?"

Pushing himself upright, he blinks several times, clearly astounded. "No, I… no… yes, I…" he stutters, his breath getting caught in his throat when you release his erected cock for him to see. His jaw drops open in profound amazement. "What's… what's that?" Shaking his head in disbelief, he bites his lower lip, but his frown disappears quickly, replaced by a heart stopping smile. "Is that… is that magic?"

Giggling, you rest your hand on his, looking straight into his watery eyes. "No my love, it's not magic. That's the power of love."

Ducking down once more, licking his precum eagerly, you wink, "And now, my love, enjoy!", before engulfing his cock as much as you can, your hand squeezing his balls. Ivar lets out an almost painful whine and you know he won't last. The bliss is coming. You couldn't be happier. You couldn't be more in love.

First step done.

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[xuxibelle]

Blessing

Pairing: Ivar x Reader

Word count: 3,017

Warnings: angst, fluff

Requested: No. This was for  @geekandbooknerd’s writing challenge. I had the prompts “It was you the whole time.”, “It’s okay. You can leave. They all do.”, & “Did you mean the things you said?”

Summary: What happens when Y/N is forced to stay away from her best friend? Does she listen? Can she listen? Or does she fight?

At first, growing up in Kattegat was difficult. You were painfully shy and that made it hard to make new friends so you kept to yourself most of the time… until you met the one person you’ve never been able to hide from… Ivar. When you were smaller children, you would watch each other from afar, neither of you knowing what to do or say to the other, so you just kept your distance. Once you were a little older and able to start understanding things more, you understood that what was going on wasn’t right. The other kids were making fun of both you and Ivar, although for different reasons, you knew it was still wrong. This is what drove you to start talking to him in the first place, and once you did, you two became nearly inseparable. That is… until your father realized just exactly who you were spending so much time with.

“But, Father, he’s not like you think…” you try to explain to him one night.

“I won’t hear it, Y/N. You are to stay away from him, do you understand me?” your father said in his most authoritative tone.

“He’s my best friend… you can’t take that away from me… He’s the only one I have!” you nearly shout at him.

“You can make other friends. I don’t want you anywhere near him” he commands you. Feeling the tears welling up in your eyes, you stood and left the table to go to your room. You didn’t understand how your father couldn’t see that Ivar was really a good person. He always made sure no one hurt you and that if you needed anything, it was taken care of. The next day, you went about things as normal hoping that you wouldn’t run into Ivar. You always took a walk through the woods at some point during the day, but this time you decided to go a little farther and walk up the side of the mountain. Rounding a corner on the path, you thought you were just hearing things until you walked closer and realized that you were actually hearing the sounds of swords clashing together. Letting your emotions get the best of you, you rush towards the noise thinking someone was fighting and maybe you could help in some way. But when you ran into the clearing, you came upon something you did not expect to see… two of the princes battling in the center of the clearing and Ivar off to the side, seeming to delight in watching his brothers attacking each other and waiting his turn. His eyes snapped up to yours as you rounded the corner. The brothers stopped their swordplay when they noticed Ivar’s movement and where he was looking, turning their attention to you as well.

“Oh… it’s just you,” you say in relief.

“Just us?” you hear one of the older brothers laugh, you weren’t sure which one, Hvitserk you think because the voice wasn’t as deep, but you were still focused on Ivar.

“Yes…?” you say in confusion.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Ubbe asks.

“Well, I was walking and I heard the sounds of the swords so I thought someone might be in trouble. That’s why I rushed in. I didn’t think it would be you up here practicing,” you explain.

“As if you could do anything to help someone fighting,” Ubbe laughs. “You shouldn’t be up here anyway,” he tells you with a harsh glare as he starts to take a step towards you.

“Leave her be, brother,” you hear Ivar tell him.

“What?” Ubbe asks him.

“I said leave Y/N be. She didn’t know we were here,” Ivar explains to him. “Did you, Y/N?” he asks you, turning his attention to you.

“No! I didn’t, I swear,” you rush out in desperation, hoping Ubbe would just listen to Ivar for once and leave you alone.

“Come, brother, let’s go back to the hall. I’m sure the meal is ready for us by now,” you hear Hvitserk call to him from the edge of the clearing where he was picking up the other equipment they had used. Ubbe glared at you one last time before joining his brother in picking up the extra weapons and heading back to the town. You breathed a sigh of relief once he was gone.

“Thank the gods,” you say just above a whisper.

“Are you okay?” Ivar asks quietly.

“I’m fine, Ivar. Just trying to clear my head with a walk,” you explain as you try to leave.

“Wait, come sit with me a bit. You must be tired from your walk up the mountain,” he says in a soft voice. You hesitantly turn and go to sit near him, never fully looking at him. “Are you sure you’re okay. Something doesn’t seem right with you today.” You take a breath as you sniffle a bit.

“Not really,” you say quietly.

“What’s wrong? Has someone hurt you? Tell me who it is,” he blurts out making you laugh.

“It’s nothing like that. I mean, I am hurt, but not like you’re thinking…” you try to explain. You try to start again after taking a few breaths. “It’s father…”

“Is he sick? Or hurt?” Ivar asks curiously. You could tell he was genuinely concerned making it that much harder to tell him what your father had said and that much harder for you to understand why your father didn’t like him.

“No, he’s fine… Just being stubborn really… He won’t listen to me… He told me that I need to stay away from you… th-that you’re not a good person,” you say as you hear your voice crack and you feel the tears line your eyes. “But I know you are… I know who you really are and he can’t see that. He doesn’t understand.”

“Oh… I see,” you hear Ivar say quietly as you watch his posture and demeanor change. “It’s okay. You can leave. They all do.” You shake your head at him.

“You know I don’t want to,” you tell him with your voice barely above a whisper.

“Y/N, it’s fine. Do what your father says. I don’t want to get you into trouble,” Ivar tells you before sliding down off the tree stump he was sitting on and crawling away as fast as he could, leaving you behind as you tried to fight back the tears. Over the next few weeks, your father had you helping him with his work to help keep you busy and away from Ivar, yet you still saw him everyday when you went to the market. Exchanging glances across the way, you would give each other small smiles and the occasional wave if your father wasn’t nearby. The next few days you didn’t see any of the princes at the market and it had you wondering.  Few more days went by with you not seeing them before you started asking around. You found out that they had went to England on a raid and there was no telling when they would be back. About a month later a few ships returned, but not the princes, they had remained in England. Torvi was among the people that had returned and you saw that she was walking towards you, which you found odd. You knew her but you weren’t really friends. You spoke when you had to and you were nice to each other but with you being shy, you usually kept to yourself. When she reached you, she took your arm and pulled you away from the crowd.

“I need to speak with you,” she tells you as you walk with her.

“Alright,” you tell her as you give her a confused look but continue to follow her as she releases your arm. Once you were far enough away from the crowd, she looked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone nearby before she began to speak.

“Before I tell you what i have to say, I want you to know Ivar is well,” she tells you as you breathe a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” you tell her quietly.

“He told us of what your father has done,” she explains with a sympathetic look. You nod your head in understanding.

“Is he mad?” you ask shyly.

“Mad?” she questions.

“At me? For listening to my father?” you explain.

“No,” she laughs. “Quite the opposite really. That’s why I’m here. He hasn’t told anyone but me, not even the brothers. He wants you to know that he’s coming back for you.”

“Wh-what…?” you stumble out. “What does that even mean?”

“I cannot say any more than that. He must tell you the rest. Just be prepared for when he comes,” Torvi says with a smile. You nod your head as you feel the tears forming again. “Don’t cry, sweetheart. You’re gonna be alright. And I want you to know, if you need anything, you can always come to me. I know we haven’t talked much, but I’ll be here for you too. I’ve always liked you,” she tells you as she pulls you into a hug.

“Thank you, Torvi,” you say quietly as you hug her back. The next 6 weeks went by excruciatingly slow for you. With your anxiety levels up after what Torvi had said, everything was on edge so naturally when you heard the horns signalling that there were ships, you almost panicked. By the time you reached the docks, everyone was already off the ships and walking off the docks to find their people. You didn’t see Ivar anywhere so you looked for the other princes and found Hvitserk first, running to him. “Where is he?” you ask as you place your hand on Hvitserk’s shoulder to get his attention, making him turn to look at you.

“Good to see you too, Y/N” he laughs as you roll your eyes.

“You know I’m happy that you are all home safe. Now, please,” you beg as he smiles at you and you follow his eyes when they look behind you. Turning around, you see Ivar walking towards you with metal braces on his legs and using a crutch. “Wh-what is this?” you ask in excitement as you look down at his legs and up at him with a huge smile.

“Just something to make me more ‘normal.’ What do you think?” he asks you.

“It’s amazing! But you don’t need to be normal, Ivar. You know that. You’re perfect the way you are,” you tell him in response. Once you realize what you say, your hand flies to cover your mouth and you feel your face flush. “I-i’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he smiles at you. “I missed you while we were away. I missed talking to you like we used to,” he tells you. You bite your lip as you look up at him with a tear in your eye.

“I missed you too,” you say quietly.

“I’ve got some things I need to take care of with my brothers. Would you meet me later?” Ivar asks you.

“Yes, of course. Usual spot?” you ask to be sure.

“Yea. Down the beach, the place where no one else goes,” he half laughs as he looks at you, resting his palm against your face making your eyes flutter shut as he rubs his thumb across your cheek. “You look more beautiful than I remember,” he whispers in your ear before he begins to walk towards his brothers. “Alright, let’s get this over with,” he tells them with a laugh. “I’ve got things to do.” You watch as they all walk towards the great hall and disappear inside before you walk back to your house and go to your room, sitting on your bed and thinking over what just happened. Your father asks where you were going when you were leaving to meet Ivar.

“Just down to the beach. Just wanted some quiet,” you tell him as he nods.

“Don’t be too late,” he tells you before you walk out the door. You hated lying to him, but you knew he wouldn’t let you go if he knew you were going to see Ivar. He was already there when you walked up to the rock you usually sat on.

“You’re early,” you say quietly as you sit beside him.

“Couldn’t wait any longer,” he tells you as he looks out over the water.

“Is something bothering you?” you ask before you see him slightly nod his head. “What is it? Maybe I can help.”

“There’s this girl…” Ivar begins with a smile and you feel your heart sink. “She… I don’t know what to do about her…”

“You like her… a lot?” you ask. He nods his head yes. “Tell her.”

“I don’t know if I should,” he tells you.

“Why not?” you ask.

“Her family is complicated,” he explains.

“That shouldn’t matter. I know if I loved someone and my father didn’t like him, I would fight for it,” you tell him. Ivar turns his head and meets your eyes.

“You would?” he asks with hope in his eyes.

“Of course I would,” you tell him. “You have to fight for what you love, for what you believe in,” you say as you rest your hand on his. Looking at your hands, he takes a breath as he takes your hand in his and looks back at you.

“Y/N,” he starts slowly. “...it was you the whole time.”

“What do you mean?” you ask confused.

“It’s you… I’m in love with you,” Ivar tells you quietly as he watches your eyes grow slightly wider.

“You’re just saying that to make me feel better,” you half laugh as he shakes his head no.

“Did you mean the things you said? About your father… That you would fight for what you loved?” he asked you with a shaky voice.

“I-i did… I do,” you tell him, your voice just as shaky. “It’s always been you…” you say as he smiles at you. He cups your face in his hands as he leans his forehead against yours. “I love you,” you nearly whisper, making his eyes flutter shut as he smiles.

“Say it again,” he asks you quietly.

“I love you, Ivar,” you giggle as you look up at him, smiling. He presses his lips to yours in a soft kiss, making your eyes flutter shut again. You begin to move your lips against his while you wrap your arms around his neck to pull him closer to you and he wraps his arms around your waist. When you pull back from the kiss, he gently nips at your bottom lip almost making you whine.

“So, I guess the next step is talking to your father?” Ivar questions.

“Yea…. I guess so,” you say as you shrug your shoulders. “Are you sure you’re prepared for that?”

“No not really, but I’m gonna do it anyway,” he laughs.

“Dinner tonight?” you suggest.

“Sounds good,” he tells you with a smile. You stay in the spot at the beach for a while longer before you both return to your places. Ivar shows up for dinner as planned even though your father protested when you told him half an hour before. Dinner went surprisingly well, even the conversation between Ivar and your father. After the meal was finished, you still sat at the table and talked.

“Now, why don’t you tell me why you are really here,” your father tells Ivar with a knowing look.

“Father!” you whisper shout.

“No, Y/N. He’s right… There is another reason I’m here,” Ivar tells you with a smile as you give him a confused look. “I felt it was only right to come here and ask you for permission before I spoke with Y/N,” Ivar tells your father. You watch as your father nods his head, waiting for Ivar to continue. You were lost, had no idea what was happening. “Would you give me your permission? Would we have your blessing?” Ivar asked. You hear a heavy sigh come from your father before you look at him.

“You know I didn’t like you, but if you are what makes my Y/N happy and this is what she wants... then yes. You have my blessing,” your father tells Ivar and you see smiles on both of their faces.

“What’s going on?” you ask them.

“Well… I…” Ivar begins as he gets up from his seat and walks over to you, taking your hands in his. “Y/N… you know we’ve been close for a long time, and I don’t want to lose that, ever. What we talked about earlier today, it made me think… While I was gone, you were all I could think of… and I want to know that no matter what, whether I am gone or present, you will be protected and taken care of… What I’m trying to say is… Will you marry me?” Ivar tells you softly before he asks the question. You feel the tears in your eyes spill over the edge as he reaches the end and asks the question.

“Yes, of course I will,” you say in a shaky voice as you stand up and wrap your arms around him in a hug. He leans his crutch against the table so he can wrap his arms around you as well, nuzzling his face into your neck. “I love you,” you say against his shoulder before he pulls you back to look down at you, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

“I love you,” he says quietly before he presses a quick, soft kiss to your lips, not wanting to upset your father. “Thank you, sir,” you hear him say as he turns his head towards your father.

“Anything for my daughter,” he smiles at you both. “Just be sure to take care of her, or you’ll deal with me,” you hear you father tell him, making you laugh.

“Don’t worry,” Ivar tells him as he looks down at you. “She will be well taken care of.”

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The image of Sihtric dressing as if he's going to battle, to find a cat, I adore that! Not going lie, I was a little worried about Fluffy and his whereabouts myself.

@geekandbooknerd here is some Cat Dad Sihtric that you may enjoy 😘

Strays

Note: requested by anon! thank you for your kind words, and I hope you'll like this. I had a lot of fun writing it :) (for story purposes, it's set a little after SKMD)

Warnings: F L U F F

pairing: SKMD!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: When your cat goes missing, Sihtric was determined to get him back..

wordcount: 2,3k

Masterlist

'You're coming with me.'

Sihtric couldn't stand it anymore. Your endless crying, the countless hours of waiting in front of your home, your daily calling of 'Fluffy! Fluffy, where are you?' Sihtric had enough of it.

You were heartbroken ever since your beloved cat, Fluffy, ran away a few days ago. Sihtric, the hardened warrior and your beloved husband, had gifted you the pet a few years ago so you would feel less alone, whenever he had to leave you for a couple of days to deliver messages for Uhtred, or if he had to go to battle. 

The lands had been at peace for about a year now, Sihtric was a Lord, and together you lived in the great hall of Dunholm, with your furry companion. Fluffy would often leave the cosy indoors and venture outside, but he always came home again at the end of the day, until a few days ago that was. And no matter what Sihtric did or said, you were a mess.

'What if he's hurt?' you cried in your husband's arms, who was simply out of ideas of how to try and make you feel better. 'Or what if someone just stole him?'

Your mind kept making up one horror story after another, each one worse than the previous scenario you came up with.

'I'll find him,' Sihtric said, and he kissed your cheek, 'I promise, my love, I'll find him.'

And so Sihtric set out on a quest to find Fluffy, your grey cat.

Sihtric woke up the next morning, just before dawn. He got dressed, had some quick breakfast, kissed you goodbye and went on his way. All morning he searched outside for Fluffy, in Dunholm, looking at every place he could think of. He started at the stables, but figured the horses would have scared Fluffy off already. Then he searched the market square, where he'd check under and around every table with products, but to no avail. He asked a few of the residents, young and old, if they had seen the friendly cat, but no one could recall the animal as of late. 

Sihtric sighed and raked his fingers through his messy hair, then he went to walk around town, checking every corner and barn, but no sign of Fluffy. He was determined to mend your broken heart and he would find Fluffy, whatever it would take. Dead or alive. He knew you needed closure on the matter, and nothing hurt him more than seeing his wife upset. 

When he gifted you the cat, who was a kitten back then, he never thought it would bring you so much joy. And once Sihtric fought no battles anymore, he actually felt jealous at the attention Fluffy received from you. The endless cuddles, tickles and kisses on his soft head, your husband had watched the cat accept your love with soft purs, while he felt a certain bitterness towards the beast at times. Especially when Fluffy joined in bed in the evening, getting comfortable in between you both, which prevented Sihtric from holding you in his arms. But still, Sihtric had grown fond of Fluffy too, and he knew you'd be over the moon if he could manage to find him back.

But after having searched outside the entire day, Sihtric returned home empty-handed at nightfall, and you cried in his arms again until you fell asleep.

The next day, Sihtric woke up early again and his new routine continued. He got dressed, ate breakfast, kissed you goodbye while you were still asleep, and then he went hunting for Fluffy again. Today he was going to search inside the walls of Dunholm, where it was dark and often a little messy, and it was another exhaustive task. Hours and hours on end he looked for the cat, but once again he returned to you, empty-handed, at nightfall.

Visibly upset again after dinner, you crawled in bed with your husband. You became more concerned about Fluffy as the days were getting colder. You said he might be cold or hungry, and it broke your heart to think about it. And then Sihtric suddenly had an idea.

'What if we leave some cat food out?'

You agreed with his idea, and Sihtric placed a bowl with Fluffy's favourite food just outside the door, and after that, he joined you in bed again.

The next morning, at dawn, Sihtric opened the door and found the cat food had been taken. But he didn't realise that any animal could have taken it in the night. And you didn't have the heart to tell your sweet husband the reality of leaving food outside, so you simply played along.

'But what will you do now?' you asked.

'I have searched everywhere already, I don't know where else to look,' Sihtric sighed, 'so tonight I will put food out again, and I will wait up. Maybe Fluffy will come back again.'

You smiled at his good-hearted nature, which was what you loved most about him, and kissed his forehead before you started your day.

'I think that's a great idea,' you lied and embraced him.

And so, after another long and catless day, Sihtric sat outside in the dark, in the middle of the night. He had been there for hours already while you had been asleep. When you woke up and didn't feel Sihtric next to you, you got out of bed to check on him.

Sihtric sat outside, wrapped in his cloak as the first frost of the season made its appearance. Sihtric was sitting calm and patiently, but he was freezing underneath his cloak, and he shivered while his teeth chattered.

'Honey,' you startled him, 'please come inside. It's too cold, you'll catch a sickness.'

'N-no,' Sihtric said, taken by cold and barely able to speak, 'I m-must f-f-find Fluffy.'

You sighed and nudged his shoulder as you towered over him.

'It's okay,' you said.

'No, i-it's n-n-ot,' your husband stuttered, 'y-you m-m-miss h-h-im.'

'Yes,' you agreed, 'I do, but I don't want to miss my husband as well, because he was a fool and froze to death overnight.'

You squeezed his shoulder, but Sihtric refused to get up, as stubborn as he was.

'Honey,' you sat down next to him, 'it's okay, really. You've been up for hours, and you've searched for days…'

'I don't want to disap-point you,' he said, 'I-I promised t-to find-' 

Sihtric suddenly sneezed insanely loud, which probably woke up the entire village, and you had enough.

'Sweetling,' you cupped Sihtric's cold, red cheeks, 'not a day in our married lives have you ever disappointed me. Come,' you took his nearly frozen hand, 'let's go inside. I already made you some tea.'

Sihtric followed you inside reluctantly, feeling as if he had failed you, but you weren't having any of that. You told him to sit in front of the firepit and brought him some warm tea. You slowly rubbed his shoulders as he warmed up again, and Sihtric felt conflicted, as he felt loved but defeated at the same time.

When Sihtric woke up again the next morning, only a few hours after you had dragged him inside, he saw the food he had left outside had been taken again. Sihtric cursed in his native tongue under his breath. He had sat there for hours, and not a single cat had showed up. Sihtric felt the animal was taunting him, and suddenly it felt very personal now for different reasons. Your husband didn't like to be fooled, and he was prepared to make the square. 

As he had searched everywhere in Dunholm already, he suddenly figured that maybe Fluffy was staying somewhere just outside of the safe walls.

While the first snow was twirling down outside and you were still warmly asleep in bed, Sihtric got dressed again. But today he dressed up in his leather armour and he braided his hair. This was serious now, and he wrapped his warm cloak around his shoulders, pulled the hood over his head, and grabbed his leather gloves. He kissed your cheek, like every morning, and left out the door, the pouches attached to his leather belt filled with cat food. He mounted his horse and spurred the beast, then galloped through the open doors of the fort, into the lands.

You had no idea where your husband had gone when you woke up, but you heard from nearby neighbours that they had seen him leave by horse early in the day. You knew Sihtric could look after himself, for the most part at least, so he'd undoubtedly return before dinner time. And he would, empty-handed.

As Sihtric scouted the lands for any cat activity, he suddenly saw a small creature jump out of the woods after a while. He got off his horse and approached the animal, which was indeed a cat, but it was not your beloved Fluffy. Sihtric stared at the cat, who looked nothing like Fluffy, but he figured this was the best he could do as this was the only cat he had seen in days, and he took out some cat food.

'You're coming with me,' Sihtric mumbled as he neared the brown cat, and he grabbed it with his gloved hands.

He held the cat up, inspecting the animal, and it was clearly a female stray cat looking for food. Quite a big one too, Sihtric thought. And when he wanted to hold the cat closer to his chest and return to his horse, the cat suddenly clawed at his face and hissed. Sihtric dropped the cat with a yelp and brought his hand up to his face while the cat ran off as fast as she could, towards the walls of Dunholm nonetheless. Sihtric cursed and saw the blood on his glove after he just wiped his cheek.

Then he gave up and returned home again…

Sihtric was too ashamed to tell you how he got that scratch on his face, so he lied and said he couldn't remember how he got it. And when you went to bed, Sihtric placed food outside again, and he waited.

Hours passed, but this time your husband had lit a torch to keep warm by, and to see any possible cat activity in the dark. And just when he wanted to give up, at the crack of dawn, he suddenly saw that same cat appear who had scratched him in the face, the day before.

She slowly tiptoed over to the food, as Sihtric sat completely still. But as his luck had it, he had to sneeze, and loud too. He probably woke up the entire village again and also scared the poor cat, who ran off, and Sihtric jumped up. He ran after the cat as if he was on a witch hunt; torch in hand, eyes wild and focused. Like a mad man he chased after the cat, running all through town, until the cat hid in the stables.

Sihtric approached slowly and quietly, and when he hung the torch on the wall, he suddenly heard meowing. But not just one meow, no, multiple at the same time. Confused, and surprised, Sihtric peeked into the corner of the stable, and there, hidden from view, he found a whole nest of kittens. Stray kittens. And the cat who had scratched him and was chased just yet, was clearly the mother.

'Gods,' Sihtric whispered at the sight of at least six kittens.

And then, out of nowhere, Fluffy appeared from behind a bucket, and he ran up to Sihtric. It took him a few long seconds, but then it clicked.

'Oh,' Sihtric chuckled as he picked Fluffy up, 'so you had a wild night some time ago, huh?' he petted the cat, 'well, at least you're a good dad. But it's time to go home now.'

Sihtric looked at the kittens and mother cat again, but then turned on his heels with Fluffy in his arms. He couldn't wait to see your face when he'd bring back your beloved cat, but before he could take another step, the kittens started to meow again. And Sihtric's heart broke a little.

He looked over his shoulder to the kittens, and then back at Fluffy in his arms, who looked up at him with big, adorable eyes. And Sihtric just couldn't tear the cat family apart like that.

'Fine,' Sihtric sighed as he looked around the stable for a basket, 'but you'll be the one to explain this back home.'

As if Fluffy understood what Sihtric said, he meowed. And Sihtric found a large handmade basket just outside the stables. He took off his cloak, shivered at the cold air, and draped the warm fur in the basket. He approached the nest and crouched down. And as if mother cat understood that Sihtric only wanted to help, because she knew just like he did that they would not survive the winter outside, she allowed him to pick up each kitten. Sihtric placed the kittens in the basket, one by one, and he felt a smile tug at his lips with each little cat he held in his hands. And mother followed into the cosy basket on her own, wanting to protect her young.

Sihtric got back up on his feet and walked home, one hand carrying a basket full of kittens and their mother, while he carried Fluffy under his other arm, keeping him pressed against his chest. 

Sihtric knocked on the door early in the morning after he hid the basket from view, and you nearly screamed when you found Fluffy in your husband's arms. You took the cat and twirled around with him in your arms, and you only stopped because Sihtric cleared his throat.

'Honey,' he said, 'it's not just Fluffy I found…'

He picked up the basket, pulled his fur cloak carefully away, and showed you the eight kittens with their mother. 

'We're grandparents now,' Sihtric smiled, and the kittens meowed.

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Another week, another tag game! Please share your last sentence; or, if you don’t have one, share a plot bunny or idea! (OR sketch for your artwork!)

Another piece from Stinky Dog

Eloise had insisted on a picnic, who was Finan to deny her a picnic? Grabbing an old blanket out of the storage on the deck, Finan threw it down in the back garden, arranging lunch on the soft and faded fabric. Anya had stood by, rolling her eyes, warning him not to let her daughter wrap him around her finger. Finan scoffed, as if. He was an adult, he could handle himself.

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Not sure if you are still open for requests but... “We are in this together – for better or for worse, do you hear me? I’m not giving up that easily.”   For either Ivar, Finan or Captain America (I swear you had MCU in your tag list! Sorry of you didn't) but like that line can lead to some smutty stuff after too if you want 😁

It’s such an interesting line. And such disparate character choices! I heard it very differently, coming out of Finan vs Ivar’s mouths. And so… I wrote both. Hope you enjoy a thrilling, angst-and-peril filled crossover!

Warnings: Mature, references to canon-typical violence, burning, panic attacks

He said his name was Finan– the warrior with the reassuring smile and the accent that marks him from theIrish isles – and he’s the only thing keeping you from blacking out right now.

“Come on, darlin’, you’regonna make it,” he says, patting your back with a heavy hand that’s landing somewherebetween soothing and motivating. You can hardly bear to look around, thehellish orange light flickering from the ceiling making the familiar buildingfeel like a nightmare. It’s still a struggle to catch your breath, even thoughFinan had killed the Dane that chased you in here. The acrid black smoke keepsgetting caught in your lungs.

The building is burning. Thewhole town is burning.

“We can’t stay here,”Finan says, for the fourth time. You know that is true, but you just can’t seemto make your legs move you from where you lay huddled on the floor. It’s likeyour muscles have been replaced by water. He crouches so he can put his face rightin front of yours. “You want to live, don’t you, lass?”

You press your lips togethertight and nod through your terror.

“Alright, then just focuson me.” He uncurls one of your hands, clasping it into his own. “I’m gonna stayright with you, the whole time. But we have to move now. That roof is gonnacollapse any minute.”

“The Danes—” you chokeout.

Finan presses somethingheavy and metal into your hand. A knife, the edge long and wicked sharp. “Youslash that at anyone that comes toward you.”

You shake your head. Justa farm girl, you don’t know the first thing about how to fight. Finan squeezeshis hand around your own, forcing you to grip the thing. “When we come out, we’regonna run straight for the docks. Don’t look around, just stay right behind meand we’ll run to my Lord Uhtred’s boat. You’ll be safe there.”

“It’s too far,” you say,but you find yourself stirring anyway, getting your feet under you.

“We’ll make it,” Finan promises.He switches his grip to your elbow, coaxing you to stay low under the smoke andscramble across the floor to the door.

A scream rips through the airoutside your burning shelter, one that seems to foretell the fate that thesemarauding Danes have in store for you as well. “I can’t.” You shake Finan off,thinking you’d rather smother in here than face the horrors that await outside.

Finan grabs your chin,forces you to stare into his gleaming brown eyes. Reflected flames animate them,like he’s crackling with some otherworldly power. “I’m scared too. But I’vegotten out of worse situations than this. We’ll get free of this one, too.” Histhumb brushes across your cheek before he releases your face. “But you can’t hesitate.And you stay close. We are in thistogether – for better or for worse, do you hear me? I’m not giving up thateasily. You are not going to die today.”

The edges of the worldswim, and for a moment there is nothing but his face. You latch all the hope youhave left onto him; allow no truth but his.

A loud crack emanates fromthe roof, and sparks shower all around you. You grip the knife tighter and nod,heart still in your throat but blood finally pumping, invigorating all yourlimbs. “All right. I’m ready.”

                  * * * * *

My ships are burning. Icrest the ridge, look down into the harbor, and fall to my knees as my hope ofgetting out of this turns to ash. What option do I have left now?

I hear him swagger up behind me, the metalliccreak of his leg braces unmistakeable. I refuse to turn, but I can feel themocking smile that must be curving his lips as he sets a heavy hand on myshoulder. “You’re mine now,” Ivar the Boneless croons to me, as we watch theflames blacken my emblem off five sails. “Weare in this together – for better or for worse, do you hear me? I’m not givingup that easily.”

“You did this.” My voiceis flat. For every contingency, every possible foul plan of my would-be allythat I anticipated, I did not see this coming.

Ivar shrugs. “The Saxonsfired the ships.”

“I was not a part of theraid on their village.”

Ivar pats my shoulder,leans in close to my cheek. “A Dane is a Dane. Do you think the Saxons, do youthink Alfred their king, will believe you took no part? No matter if Uhtred ofBebbanburg vouches for you, or not. You and your warriors will be blamed.” Heleans back, feigns a puzzled look. “Your ships arrived just before the attack,did they not?”

“A foul trick,” I cursethrough my teeth. Bitterness boils up into anger as I stand to face him. “Youknow as well as I, that I came here, on this day, at your invitation.”

“And I thank you foraccepting it, and considering our alliance.”

What I was considering nowwas spitting in his face. But he had trapped me, and old instincts were alreadytaking over now, cautioning me to be more careful with the man who had takencontrol. “If you want me to join with you, why take away my strength? What willI do without my ships?”

“I don’t need your ships.Only your warriors, who I made sure were all away from said ships. You all havelegs, to walk, where I order you to go. And it’s not far. It is time for Danesto rule in Wessex.”

“I’m not joining with you.”

“Are you sure? You came,you answered my invitation. You must want something from me.”

I shake my head. “You’ve alreadyruined any possible terms, by firing my ships.”

Ivar thrusts his chin up. “Ihave merely changed the lay of the field. You need me now. You have nowhere toshelter but under my banners.”

He’s probably right. I feelthe sky start to press down around us, and squeeze my fist to summon the lastof my stubbornness against the panic. “Why me.”

“With you by my side, therest of our people will flock us, to take Wessex down. I need your name, yourfame, your keen eye on the battlefield…” His eyes darken as they rake over my body.“Your strong arms, your nimble legs, and maybe even what’s between them.” Heflicks his brows on that final statement, and I slap his mouth before it cantwitch into a leer.

Ivar’s men move to restrainme, but he waves them back, wiping his lips and looking up at me with slyamusement. “She is not my prisoner. She is free to do as she pleases.” Hissmile promised nothing but his own victory. “She will come around.”

Thanks for reading! My only regret was that I couldn’t fit Cap into the story... anyone got an idea for that?

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Em's 500 Followers Challenge

Thank you again for the 500 followers, it means a lot. This is a fun challenge to celebrate and to hopefully get everyone's creative juices flowing. This is a Taylor Swift inspired challenge because I love her music and I find her lyrics make great prompts.

Rules:

It's open to anyone whether you follow me or not.

You are welcome to create whatever you like - fics, headcanons, gif sets, edits, fanart, moodboards etc.

What you create should be for/inspired by The Last Kingdom/Seven Kings Must Die but can feature any character/ship/topic you like.

For fics, you can write anything you like (angst, smut, fluff, whatever you fancy) but please tag appropriately and use readmore if it's long.

Pick a prompt from below - you can either use the song title itself as a prompt, a lyric from that song or the whole song; likewise for the albums you can use the title itself as a prompt or create something off the general vibe/colour/theme of the album (which I've included in brackets).

Please let me know which prompt you would like to use. You can have as many as you like but only two people can have the same prompt (I will cross prompts off once two people have picked them).

Soft Deadline: 1st July

Album prompts:

Debut (green, coming of age, innocence)

Fearless (yellow/gold, fairytales, teen love, first heartbreak)

Speak Now (purple, regrets, toxic relationships, growing up) @persephones-journey @mirandahamilton

Red (red, autumn, heartbreak, 'happy, free, confused and lonely')

1989 (blue, neon, new love, finding yourself, starting afresh) @geekandbooknerd

Reputation (black, revenge, secret relationships) @itbmojojoejo

Lover (pink, established relationship, love, happiness, romance) @axe-does-writing @lonnson

Folklore (grey/silver, summer, stories, forests, nature) @errruvande

Evermore (orange/brown, winter, stories, cosy cottage)

Midnights (navy blue, self reflection, late nights, past regrets) @persephones-journey @arcielee

Song Prompts:

Picture to Burn

A Place In This World @ errruvande

Cold As You

I'm Only Me When I'm With You

A Perfectly Good Heart

Fifteen

You Belong With Me

You're Not Sorry

The Other Side Of The Door

Mine @persephones-journey

Sparks Fly

Never Grow Up @ errruvande

Enchanted

Better Than Revenge

Haunted

Last Kiss

Treacherous

I Knew You Were Trouble @persephones-journey

All Too Well

The Last Time

Everything Has Changed

Begin Again @geekandbooknerd

The Moment I Knew @magravenwrites

Better Man

All You Had To Do Was Stay @ persephones-journey

I Wish You Would

Wildest Dreams @morosemagick @ persephones-journey

How You Get The Girl

This Love

I Did Something Bad

Don't Blame Me @ itbmojojoejo

Delicate

Getaway Car

Dancing With Our Hands Tied

Call It What You Want

Cruel Summer @finanmoghra

Death By A Thousand Cuts @princess--of--the--dragonstone

Soon You'll Get Better @ princess—of—the—dragonstone

Afterglow

It's Nice To Have A Friend @ persephones-journey

Daylight @ errruvande

the 1

exile @volvaaslaug

this is me trying @ princess--of--the—dragonstone

illicit affairs @ persephones-journey

invisible string

peace

champagne problems

'tis the damn season @finanmoghra

tolerate it

no body, no crime

long story short

right where you left me @ persephones-journey

Anti-Hero

You're On Your Own, Kid @ mirandahamilton

Vigilante Shit @princess--of--the--dragonstone

Sweet Nothing @timetravelingpenguin1066

The Great War

Bigger Than The Whole Sky @solinarimoon

Would've, Could've, Shoud've @arcielee

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