#( ╳┊❝ Pairing: Gisela & Finan ❞. )

[tlkfaerie]

Celebrations

༺☆༻ Pairing: Sihtric x reader ༺☆༻

Word Count: 4.1k

summary: a celebration in Uhtred's hall leads to a mutual confession in a river.

Author's note: heyyyyy. This is set in my imaginary peacetime lol. I would say end of S2 but also Sihtric's S3 hair because I love mullets.

MDNI! 18+ -͟͟͞☆ TW! : smut, loss of virginity, mentions of alcohol, slapping, crying, p in v, confessions of love etc

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You were Uhtred's ward, so naturally, you followed him wherever he went. He had reluctantly taken you in as an oath after Leofric could no longer look after you. Your ancestry was a shoddy thing - it seemed everyone you had ever met was unaware of your origins. And yet, you had fallen into the care of Leofric, who had begged Uhtred to care for you in his final, forceful moment in battle.

Though you had begun as a pain in his side, he grew to love you deeply. You revelled in the sibling-like bond that the two of you shared, though sometimes it was hard to listen to him when he told you to do certain things. You had become his arseling. You were often confined to your room when thins became heated, hiding with Gisela or forced behind Finan's side, never allowed to be at the forefront of anything important.

You didn't mind entirely, however, because Uhtred's natural urge to provide for you meant that you were safe. And on nights like tonight, you enjoyed yourself the most. Ale was being squandered throughout Coccham's infamous Pagan hall, thrown in goblets and beakers to any man whose eager hands were willing to receive.

Uhtred warned you not to have more than one glass, but as there was no danger, you knew he wouldn't bother to keep an eye on you. He smirked as he had left you, somehow knowing that you would not follow his commands. Gisela, even, did not adopt on the somewhat maternal role she often forced upon you. You loved her as a sister, but tonight you knew you could not bump into her in your state.

After what could only have been your tenth glass, you observed Osferth sitting alone, looking rather sheepish. As someone you considered your greatest confidant, you slumped next to him, entertaining him with slurred conversation that you imagined was perfectly clear. As the two of you laughed, you were unaware of the conversation that had been brewing slowly across the hall.

Finan draped himself across one of the benches as he watched Uhtred turn serious, sniggering slowly at the man's mildly drunken state. He turned to Sihtric, who had been quiet for most of the night. Though he was always somewhat subdued, today seemed to pique a particular silence within him. Uhtred did not fail to notice. He had been observing how Sihtric ogled you for some months now.

"Good men have begun asking about my ward," he begun, taking a great chug from his cup. He could not hide his smile, knowing exactly what he was doing. The Dane immediately turned his absent head towards his Lord, envy filling his chest at the news. Sihtric wasn't surprised, however. He saw how oblivious you were to the stares around you. Though your position with Uhtred was close enough to scare of some men, others had tried to court you.

Your beauty was known throughout the land, praised above even royalty. As a result of this, you caused Uhtred many problems in his dealing and bargaining with other men, though he would never tell you that. He never ceased to remind you that you behaved like a wild pup, and that no man would consider you for marriage with branches in your hair and mud in your hands. He was teasing, of course, but this had urged your sense of independence so much that you hadn't even considered suitors.

None, other than Sihtric. As he did his work for his Lord, fought for him alongside other men, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He was a wonder to speak to, incredibly soft yet opinionated and strong. He let you do things like weave flowers into his hair, play with his sword (albeit very, very reluctantly) and helped you with chores. He had been nothing but kind to you, but his conscious prevented him from making any sort of romantic move.

"She is wild, she will need a strong man. A good man," Uhtred continued, eyeing Finan, who quickly chimed in. He knew he spoke slightly too ill of you in this moment, but it was for a greater purpose, and so he allowed himself the indulgence.

"I could happily take on such a task, Lord," the Irishman raised his glass, staring at Sihtric from where he sat at the very edge of his seat, eyes downcast. He felt ridiculous. He was a warrior in every sense of the word, stoic and observant. Why could he not simply find the courage in him to ask for more than your platonic company. He burned for you. For you to be his wife. To claim you as his.

Finally, Sihtric cleared his throat. "Lord, I wish to be with Y/N. I wish for her to be mine." he seemed almost tortured as he said the words, making Finan burst out with laughter. The two were a close pair, but Finan's laughter did not infect Sihtric as it usually did.

"I'd be able to see that even if I was blind, Sihtric," he began, walking over to his good friend, "she is a fine runt, I like her, but she won't stay idle forever, not with that face." Sihtric grinned slightly, reminiscing on the night that Finan had bestowed you with the glorious nickname 'runt'. After you'd confessed that Leofric was only some distant uncle, and that your parents could have been anyone, he'd stuck ale in your hand and branded you the group's pretty runt.

Sihtric laughed, shoving Finan off of his shoulders, telling him to go and find his own woman for the night, "or have you had every woman not claimed here tonight already?"

Without waiting for Finan's reaction, Sihtric returned his gaze to Uhtred and the other men at the table. Uhtred smiled, tearing copious amounts of bread in his hands and shoving them down. Sihtric declared his Lord a pig for the moment, earning him a slap to the back.

"You and Y/N are suited, I would see that she marries for love, not for convenience. You will allow her to be who she needs to be. I trust you, Sihtric." And with that message, he was gone, up to find his woman, and to enjoy the rest of the night with her. In truth, Sihtric had forgotten what they were even celebrating, content to watch you with Osferth, talking in your endearing manner. He decided now that he would have to make his move.

Your cheeks were red at this point, and you had been mindlessly listening to Osferth tell one of his stories, when a tall silhouette, forming into the figure of Sihtric, came and placed his hands on Osferth's shoulders. Delighted to see him, you opened a space for him on the bench, but instead, Osferth stood and left, wishing you goodnight. You hadn't realised just how late it was, but you didn't care - not when one of your favourite people was sat in front of you.

"Y/N, I hope you haven't exceeded Uhtred's ale limit tonight," he spoke sarcastically, tilting his head to meet your somewhat dazed eyes. His gaze alone made you sober up instantly. You felt the urge to pull him closer, to be around him constantly - even if he did call you a pup, and ruffle your hair as if you were truly Uhtred's dog.

"I can see as clearly as a sorcerer with his runes," you declare triumphantly, but no sooner than you lift your arms to prove yourself do you find yourself utterly drenched in ale. Uhtred's ale, to be exact.

"Did you see that coming, lady?" Sihtric swipes your chin with his finger, licking the ale off of his finger. You want to cry as you look at him, knowing he finds this funny but unable to see much of the humour in it. You had wanted to look nice for him tonight.

"Uhtred. . .you bastard turd," you begin, spewing insults at him, not caring that he loved every minute of it. Truly, he had not intended to disturb you and Sihtric, he had just been curious to observe how one of his most trusted men claimed his woman.

"I would have Sihtric wash your mouth for those insults, but I fear he would enjoy it too much." Uhtred spills more ale, holding your neck between his arm and chest, allowing you to heave more insults at him. When he finally lets you go, you glance once more at Sihtric before storming out of the hall altogether.

Gisela tuts at Uhtred, crossing her arms, "I told you that interfering would do nothing. The poor girl is drenched in ale," she exclaims, Uhtred now no longer smiling, pining after his wife as she walked away from him. Ever the patient man, Sihtric simply smiles, undeterred. If anything, your wet hair made him want you even more.

For now, however, he was a little concerned. You had a tendency to believe that you were entirely invincible, which normally he found adorable, but you had walked out of the hall barefoot, and with no furs on. If he did not find you soon, someone less kind would.

After what proved to be a very short search, since you had left all manner of footprints and a trail of the sweetest smell, Sihtric found you. He chuckled to himself, but that quickly stopped when he saw your clothes on the floor, and you in the river, washing your naked body.

He was about to turn around to leave you, but you were quicker. You caught the back of him, calling his name boldly. Part of you didn’t realise what you had just done, seeing as you were fully exposed, your body hidden from Sihtric only thanks to the water. But you felt as though the moments before Uhtred had spoiled your night could be redeemed. You watched the man reluctantly walk over, unable to keep his eyes from your face. You were freezing cold, but welcomed the temperature. It made you feel alive, and encouraged you - although, that might have just been the ale.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be out here alone. Not like this,” he seemed almost ashamed that he couldn’t look away. You had always noted his polite demeanour, always trailing behind everyone, making sure everything was well. Now, all you could notice was how handsome the man was. How big he was. His hand reached for yours, long fans being, attached to his enormous arms that were oh so unfortunately shielded by his furs. I want him to take those furs off, you thought.

Normally, a scolding from one of the men, Beocca or even Gisela would irk you. You were more than happy to do whatever you pleased on your own, you weren’t so delicate as to need protection wherever you went. But when Sihtric’s stern voice spoke to you, it made you weak at the knees. You quickly realised you’d listen to just about anything he said.

He was so lenient with you. . .so caring and, always there. You were a fool for not asking him about his feelings sooner. You needed to do it now.

“Y/N. . .”

“Sihtric. . .”

You both spoke at the same time, releasing breathy laughs as you stumbled over each other’s words. You wondered what he was going to say, swishing your hand in the water to keep yourself upright. He had kneeled down to your height by now, looking over you in a protective manner, as if shielding you from the real world.

“Y/N, this might be the wrong place to tell you, but I enjoy your company, more than I do anyone else’s,” he began, inhaling deeply before continuing, “and I would like you to be mine, if that is alright with you. I want you to be my lady, and only mine.” He looked you right in the eyes now, eyebrows tilted and mouth slightly open, off his guard entirely as he analysed your face.

You were beaming. The water no longer seemed quite as cold. Instead, you leapt from your position beneath him, leaning against the grass before kissing him. You were a mess, giving in entirely to him and his mouth. His hands instinctively went around your waist, calloused hands against soft flesh. The softest, he thought. He had become somewhat excited, his hands and lips moving faster. You could scarcely keep up as he took more and more from the deep kiss. Your torso was coming out of the water slowly, freezing cold air meeting your bare skin.

When he stopped for a moment, he realised your situation. He could not help his own smirk, realising his luck at the sight of your nakedness before him. Your hair clung to you, wet and dripping, as was the rest of your form (in more ways that one). But he soon snapped back into a sensible mode of thinking, removing his enormous black furs, letting them swamp your shivering body, holding you tightly to him.

“No other man shall see you the way I see you, if that is what you wish, of course,” he shook his head, realising how quickly he was moving. You revelled in the way his strength wrapped around you, taking the moment to watch his almost childish grin.

“I want only you, Sihtric,” you tilted your head back, sharing his happiness, unbothered by your current situation. Some men lingered, but were too drunk to notice the scene before them. “Please,” whispering into his ear now, you looked at him with adoration. Pure love. He reciprocated, scanning you with his eyes hand his hands, unable to shake the sense of pride that you were so small in his furs, and he, in his leathers, his chest burning for you. You just fitted against him so well.

“Come to my room, now,” he dragged you to his chambers, his hand swamping yours as he gripped tightly, walking faster than you had ever seen him walk. When you arrived in his home, you noted the flower crown you had weaved for him and all of the other men, sat on a nearby shelf. Uhtred had feigned disgust when he saw them, but he too kept his close to his chest when he fought. You had meant it as a silly gesture, but seeing that he had kept the fading flowers made your heart swell.

You soon realised your boldness may had landed you in trouble, as you had never been humped before, and by the looks of it - Sihtric knew exactly what he was doing. You had jokingly called Uhtred and Finan whores several times over the years, but never had you considered Sihtric would be right there beside them during their antics.

“Sihtric - I . . . I haven’t,” you started. Looking rather sheepish as the furs exposed your shoulders, falling down your frame. He came up to you, so close in fact that you felt his warmth, his breath fanning on your lips.

His eyes widened, not from shock, however, but more so from challenge. As if he found the whole thing amusing. “I know, Y/N. I will be gentle, if this is all truly what you want, lady.” The words stung with just a tinge of teasing, but you ignored it, as his eyes grazed over your lips and shoulders. His hands were under your chin, admiring you.

Just as quickly as you had decided, the furs were gone, and you stood entirely naked before him, his own form still fully clothed. The power imbalance felt strange, more apparent, but somehow incredibly arousing. He had full control of you, and you loved it.

“You are perfect, my lady.”

You blushed, feeling the best rising above your neck and into your very mind. Sihtric kissed you again, pulling you towards him. One hand travelled all across your body, landing firmly on your ass, and gripping tightly. You had never known someone so sweet to be so . . . commanding.

“Sihtric,” you moaned feeling his hand brush your inner thigh. It was so sensitive, and he hand evens done anything yet. Finally, his rough fingers padded against your clit, your legs spreading just slightly to accommodate him. He trailed his finger up and down slowly, curling ever so slightly, but stopping as your breath hitched in your throat. A quick kiss to your forehead and his fingers were inside, the distraction lasting no time at all. You felt so unbelievably full.

“Fuck,” he whispered, loving the feel of you. You were so warm, so irresistible. Another hand gripped your breast, his forehead resting against yours. Your eyes were screwed shut, unable to hide your small, constant whimpers. His thumb still remained outside, rubbing all of the right places. He was everywhere all at once.

“Fuck, on the bed,” he started, removing his fingers from you quickly, causing you to jolt. He was tender, but seemed altogether impatient. “Please, Y/N.”

You obeyed him, smiling to yourself as you laid on his sheets, touching your breasts, staring at his as the distance between you gave you the safety to tease. He removed his own clothing, admiring you, muttering things like ‘good’ and ‘beautiful’.

You shut your eyes for a moment, and when you reopened them, he was shirtless, his clothes strewn all over his wooden floor. He stalked towards you, a sweet smile mismatching his predatory gaze. You observed all of his scars, some fresh and some old, against his skin. You could truly think of nothing but him.

“Sihtric please, I need you.” You scrambled, wanting to put so many things into words but unable to, wriggling beneath him.

“There is no rush, Y/N. Relax, my pup.” There was the nickname again. You slapped his arm, knowing it would do absolutely nothing. He laughed, climbing to join you on the bed, intense gaze never wavering.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked, both hands on your hips, holding you like you were weightless. His bare chest was addictive, and you practically clawed to get a feel. All you could do in your desperation was nod.

"Tell me, love." this new term suited him well, causing you to whine louder than normal, not wanting to listen to him but doing so all the same. He was just so sweet. Biting his lip, he refused to do anything until you verbalised your thoughts, prolonging your teasing.

"Yes, Sihtric please, Gods," you moaned, begging for more, which he absolutely loved. He was willing to give you everything. Feeling a sense of enormous pride, he couldn't help the confidence that came over him - he was barely doing anything to you and you were a stuttering mess beneath him.

"No, love, the Gods are not here, it's just me," he stroked your throat, pinching your perky nipples, watching as your skin grew redder from the pressure, "you yield to me so sweetly. So well."

As he adjusted your placement underneath him, his arm muscles moved together, as though they were a flowing pattern, working with one another around him. He had been crafted with the most careful hand. You wanted him to devour you.

"I've wanted this for so long," you exclaim, which seems to catch him off guard, despite his role as a skilled warrior. He beams, his eyes shining as he takes another kiss from you, sloppy and rushed, but filled with passion that had been held back for so long. For years.

Before he speaks, he flips you over, onto your stomach, kneading the skin of your ass with one hand and bringing one of your arms behind your back with the other, restraining you somewhat.

"And I too, Y/N. Now that I have you, I will keep you forever. I truly love you," though he promised to be gentle, he slapped your ass, rubbing the soft flesh soon after, causing your frustration to rise.

"Sihtric, I love you too, but if you do not do something soon, I will have to ask another man to hump me," you groaned, knowing it would hit a nerve. You sensed that Sihtric always felt the need to be a good warrior, a great fighter. You wanted him to let loose entirely - to ravage you.

"Then you would have another man sent to an early grave," he came close to your face, pressed into the pillow. He gave you a quick peck to the chest, another slap to your ass, "perhaps filling you up will be the only way to remind you who you belong to."

And with that, he began to push himself inside of you. The pain was instant, his large cock practically tearing you apart, causing you to wince so hard you started to tear up. But this quickly turned into pleasure once he was fully inside, allowing you time to adjust as he stroked your hair a little.

Sihtric was mesmerised by how you took him. You were so unbelievably tight, clenching and squirming, ever the troublesome ward that he knew you as, though to see you give yourself to him in this moment impressed him. He was stripped from his own thoughts, however, when he heard you snivel, concern immediately telling him to check up on you.

"Y/N, my love, are you alright? Is the pain too much?" His concern made you smile, especially as he began stumbling over his own words, back to the Sihtric you knew. He clumsily leaned over to check your face, sighing as he recognised your smile. Though, he surprised himself a little at how much your wet checks turned him on. Your nose had grown red, drying hair all around your face in a tousled mess, your cheeks and eyes glossy. You looked a beautiful mess. Sihtric deemed you his wife then and there.

His aching cock throbbed inside of you, releasing a lengthy moan as he watched you nod and beg for him to start thrusting through the pain, hands barely fitting around his wrist as you grabbed for him.

"You are so needy," he mused unconsciously, beginning a slow rhythm which had you biting the sheets, "you fit so well underneath me. You were made just for me."

"yes, yes, please Sihtric, more." you yearned for his touch even while it was burning into your skin. He towered over you, feeling love and pleasure in excess as he quickened his pace, feeling you all around him, so tight and so eager. This was not how he thought his night would end, with you whimpering beneath him, begging for him and him alone.

You had not expected this either, to crave him so deeply. "More? Y/N, what has become of you?" He asked, taunting you with a chuckle and a pinch to the cheek. You joined him, but your laughter turned into moaning, as he continued with his words, "Anymore and I should have to lock you up, insatiable brat."

You smiled, the sheer size of him brushing up against you and your clit causing you to near the edge. He felt you clenching harder suddenly, basking in the tight muscle around him. You mumbled a pathetic please, and Sihtric almost retorted with something, but your further sniff reminded him to hold back for now. He would save that treatment for another time.

"Come for me, Y/N," was all he needed to say before you were coming for him, his free hand returning to your clit to guide you through the pleasure. You had truly felt nothing like it, understanding now why all those brutes out there cared so much for whoring and claiming their women. If it felt like this, you didn't know how anyone could leave their bedchambers.

Sihtric came not long after you, pumping you full of himself. You felt the liquid drip from out of you, falling down your thigh and onto his bed. He remained inside of you for some time, helping you breathe as the two of you looked at one another. You truly were grateful for Uhtred practically throwing his ale onto you now. Sihtric was too.

BONUS: ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

The next morning, Gisela and some of the servants brought out generous amounts of food for the burning heads of the men, smiling as she recalled how she had warned her husband not to take it too far. Osferth expected you any moment now, to sit beside him and ramble about something. When you came in, however, it was beside Sihtric, a slight, almost invisible limp to your walk.

Osferth felt a tinge of disappointment when your nonsense didn't attack his ears. Instead, Sihtric seated himself next to Finan, who smiled slyly at him when you placed yourself on Sihtric's lap. You slapped Finan when he proclaimed that Uhtred now owed him silver. And lots of it.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: request by @hb8301! I hope you like this short fic :)

Warnings: fluff. pregnancy, mention of giving birth (nothing described).

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: You told Sihtric you were pregnant, and he immediately became a loving father-to-be.

Word count: 1,5k 

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'I am pregnant, not dying.'

Your belly wasn't even showing yet, but as soon as you had told Sihtric you carried his pup a few days ago, he would rest his hand on your tummy at any given chance. Sihtric, your playful, loving, but often still rather boyish husband, suddenly went into full dad mode after he had finally processed your words that day.

Days later, you were sitting on the floor, wrapped in fur, preparing dinner when Sihtric came home from another day of scouting the lands with Finan.

'No, my love,' Sihtric gasped, 'what are you doing?' he asked and helped you up, 'I told you I would take care of everything, you need to… you need to rest, take things easy.'

Sihtric sat you down on a stool and his concerned eyes darted over your face, he was terrified you were doing more than you should.

'Sihtric,' you sighed and took his hands, 'I am pregnant, not dying,' you chuckled, 'I can do everything just fine.'

'But I don't want you to,' he said, 'I want you to be careful.' Sihtric placed his hand on your belly, 'our pup needs to be comfortable, as do you.'

'I am comfortable,' you said, knowing the morning sickness phase was behind you already, 'and so is the pup.'

'Maybe,' Sihtric mumbled, a little embarrassed how quickly he became overprotective of you.

'I love you for being so caring,' you smiled and cupped his cheeks, 'but let me do my thing, okay? I can cook perfectly fine. Besides, you need to rest and take care of yourself too,' you said and kissed his lips.

'Okay,' Sihtric sighed and pulled you in for another kiss, 'but as soon as you need help, you will tell me.'

'I will,' you promised.

Sihtric smiled and got up. He walked over to the cooking pot and, as if the conversation you just had never happened, he finished making dinner, and he refused your help. 

After you both finished your food, Sihtric cleaned everything up while you were basically forced to go and lay down on the bed. When he was done, Sihtric joined you, pulling the warm furs over the both of you and he wrapped his arms around you. His warm, rough hand immediately moved up under your thin tunic to rest on your belly, while he pressed soft kisses to your cheek.

'I can't wait to meet our pup,' he whispered and softly hummed in your ear.

'Me neither,' you smiled, and dozed off in his arms.

When your bump finally became visible after some time, Sihtric had been ecstatic to tell his friends about your pregnancy, and he often went to Gisela, behind your back, to ask her what else he could do to help you out at home. Sihtric helped make dinner every day, he made sure you ate and drank enough too, he washed the clothes in the river, and he cleaned around your little home. He basically did everything you usually did. And as soon as you'd yawn or even as much as sighed, Sihtric ushered you to lay down.

At first you almost got annoyed with him, as you were perfectly capable of still doing a lot of things on your own. But you knew Sihtric meant well, and if he had his mind set on something, there was no stopping him. You also knew you just had to let him have this moment, it was his way of preparing for fatherhood too. And as your belly grew bigger, you became more appreciative of everything he did, as you started to struggle with several tasks.

Every night when you and Sihtric laid in bed, not yet wanting to sleep, and Sihtric sat up for hours, caressing your baby bump and telling whole stories to the pup you carried. It was also a nice way for you to hear a lot of stories about battle and his travels you hadn't heard before. But you were pretty sure Sihtric made himself look better in some of his stories than he really had been, but that was Sihtric too; always wanting to impress you, even if you saw right through it. And you loved him for it. 

When Sihtric wasn't talking to your belly, he'd ramble on to you about all the things he couldn't wait to do once the child was old enough.

'Calm down, love,' you smiled and brushed your fingers through his short, dark hair, 'the pup isn't here yet. Don't look too far ahead, we have to enjoy each day. And Gisela said they grow up faster than you can blink.'

'I know,' Sihtric smiled, realising he had rambled without really thinking, as usual, 'I just can't wait.'

Wherever you were, when you and Sihtric were together, he constantly had his hands on you. It was a mixture of being over protective and him simply thinking you were absolutely breathtaking while carrying his pup, as you were glowing. And whenever Sihtric looked at you, he had a beaming smile on his face. He took any excuse to pull you close, and his favourite thing to do was sneaking up behind you, moving his arms under yours, around your waist, and slowly rubbing his hands up and down your belly. Sihtric was always affectionate, but it became more and more after when you were pregnant, and you enjoyed it. You secretly even hoped that the babe would stay in your belly a little longer, just so you could enjoy your husband's attention that little longer too.

Your due date was approaching. You knew it, you could feel it. Sihtric was anxious but tried to remain calm, even though he simply couldn't wait anymore. And after a long, warm day, you got in bed while Sihtric cleaned up the little kitchen. And when he joined you in bed a little later, he thought you were sleeping already.

You felt Sihtric's fingers slowly tracing over your belly, a comforting and loving feeling. You smiled, but Sihtric didn't see it, and he started to hum, which slowly turned into a soft singing, something you hadn't heard him do before. You decided not to disturb him and kept quiet. At first you thought Sihtric was drunk, but then you figured he was singing in his native tongue. Not wanting him to know you heard him, you desperately tried to fight your tears as he did his thing. You weren't sure if your hormones made you emotional, or just the fact that Sihtric was the sweetest man you had ever met, and you felt so blessed to call him your husband. And so you listened to Sihtric's soft, low voice as he carried an unfamiliar tune while he rested his forehead onto your bump.

'I den lille rede var et lille æg, aldrig så jeg så dejligt et æg.' In the little nest there was a little egg, I never saw so lovely an egg.

'Af det lille æg der kom en lille fugl, aldrig så jeg så dejlig en fugl.' From the little egg there came a little bird, I never saw so lovely a bird.

'På den lille fugl der sad en lille fjer, aldrig så jeg så dejlig en fjer.' On the little bird there sat a little feather, I never saw so lovely a feather.

'Af den lille fjer der blev en lille pude.' From the little feather there came a little pillow.

'På den lille pude lå en lille dreng, aldrig så jeg så dejlig en dreng.' On the little pillow there was a little boy, I never saw so lovely a boy.

Sihtric stopped singing and you heard him chuckle softly.

'What am I singing,' Sihtric whispered to the pup, 'I don't even know if you are a boy or a girl,' he chuckled again, 'and it doesn't matter either,' he continued, 'I promise I will protect you with my life, little pup.' Sihtric kissed your bump and whispered, 'the same way I promised to protect your mother with my life,' he paused, taking a deep breath, 'and I don't know what I did to be blessed with such a beautiful and sweet wife. To be blessed with a woman like her who wanted to marry me and now carry you,' Sihtric nuzzled your belly, 'I never thought I could love someone as much as I love her, and I promise you will feel loved too.'

Sihtric was quiet for a moment. 'Sweet dreams,' he whispered, then kissed your belly again.

You felt him move up and he laid down next to you, while your cheeks were wet with tears. Sihtric kissed your forehead, whispered a soft 'I love you,' and cuddled up to you. Never knowing you had been awake the entire time, or that you had silently wept because your heart was so full of love.

And when your baby was finally born, and it turned out to be a boy, Sihtric had announced it screaming his head off, waking the entire village as he ran around. 

And you only barely recovered from giving birth, or Sihtric already looked at you, with loving eyes, and he said, 'We should have at least one more.'

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[ultracrazy-trashpanda]

celebrations

Pairing: Finan x f!Reader

Summary:

The camp is celebrating a battle that you have won, and while they drink and dance together, you sit by a lake alone. Finan has some ideas of what you could do instead.

Warnings: SMUT - 18+ - oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, fingering, riding, unsafe sex + creampie :D (enjoy) - plus words such as "cunt" are used to descibe reader's private parts. No use of Y/N, only petnames

Word Count: roughly 1.8K (posted to ao3, too)

You have won a battle again. All the warriors are celebrating, feasting and dancing around the bonfire. You had enough of it a while ago, and now you are sitting by the lake alone. You said to yourself it would be only for a short while, but it is not going exactly that way. 

“Is everything alright with ya’?” you hear from behind. You hum as you look up at Finan, who has a jug of ale in his hand. 

“Oh, I’m fine, Finan, don’t worry. I just...wanted a little calm and quiet.” you smile at the Irishman. 

“Ya wouldn’t mind some company, would ya?” he asks, and he doesn’t sit down until you tell him that you don’t mind him being with you. “You don’t have anything else bothering you, right?” 

“Nothing’s bothering me.” apart from maybe seeing so many people happily together, like Uhtred and Gisela, Sihtric and his wife... 

“It seems like something does...” he nudges you a little, and it makes you smile a little. “You should be celebratin’! We won! Feast! Drink ale! Dance! Get yourself a man to hump!” you laugh at his last suggestion. 

“As if there were available men in camp who are not only caring about their own pleasure.” you take his cup and a sip of ale. You didn’t have the best past relationship with men, especially your late husband, who has put himself before you in every situation possible. 

“I know at least one.” he raises his brows suggestively. You stare into his eyes, your cheeks reddening. You know what he means, but you are not sure in yourself. 

“Well, I don’t think he would want to be with me.” you say, teasingly, with a small smile. 

“That is nonsense, half the camp wants to be with you.” he chuckles. “It is irritating...” he starts but doesn’t finish the sentence. 

“What is irritating?” you ask, now hiding away your smile. 

“Listening to them. With the urge to beat each of ‘em up, but I can’t, because we need the numbers.” he rolls his eyes again. 

“Well, none of them dare come close to me. I am sure what you hear are only words, and nothing more.” you say to him, your smile coming through. “Now, this one man you know...you sure he is in that half of the camp who wants to be with me?” you say cheekily, and you are not sure if he is catching on. 

“Oh, I am very sure.” he turns to you, only now realizing that you have been staring at him the whole time. “Very, very sure.” he says, his voice lowering as he leans slowly closer. “Darlin’...” 

“Yes?” you ask back as your noses are touching. 

“May I?” he asks, quietly, only for you to hear, although it is not like anyone else is nearby. 

 “You may.” you say, cupping his cheek as he leans in closer, capturing your lips with his. You giggle into it, his beard tickling you. He gets on his knees, and starts kissing down to your neck, sucking on your sensitive skin, making you moan. “Finan, please...” 

“How do you want it?” he murmurs between shaggy breaths. “Do you want to lay down, and I give you everything, or should I lay down and you take everything yourself?” 

“Both. One after the other.” you gasp a little, pulling him in for another kiss. He pushes you back, so you lay down in the soft grass, with him lying above you. For a few minutes, he is just laying on you, kissing you sweetly, letting you wrap your arms and legs around his body. He himself holds you tight, finally having you all for himself. He grinds down on you, and you feel him get harder through all the clothes. 

He starts kissing down your neck, setting your moans free again. With one hand, he unties your shirt, revealing only the top of your chest just yet, and kisses all over what bare skin he can find. What gets him a little frustrated, is that there are no more knots on your shirt, or buttons, and he doesn’t want to sit you up, as you just laid down. 

“How much do you like this shirt?” he asks. 

“It’s nothing special.” and as you say it, he rips it apart right in the middle, making you giggle a little at his eagerness. It didn’t surprise you at all. He is fast to attack one of your breasts, kissing you and sucking there, while massaging the other, earning more and more moans and whines from you. 

To his dismay, he has to lean away from you to remove the rest of your clothing. He is on his knees, looking down at your bare form. He has to stop for a moment, to keep his composure and keep it slow at the beginning. 

“Don’t you think...you are a little over dressed?” you ask, just before you would shudder from a breeze. Maybe the two of you didn’t think it all through. He gets up, grabbing you and carrying you away. 

“Don’t worry, my tent is nearby.” he says with a cheeky smile, watching out for the others so they don’t see the two of you. You giggle, hiding your face in his neck. He walks fast towards his tent, setting you down on his bed, where you are swallowed by the furs, and a sigh leaves your lips at the warmth. 

He takes off his own shirt, too, and you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a better look at him. It is not the first time you have seen him shirtless, oh no, but this time, it is all for you. He looks deep into your eyes as he starts to untie his pants. 

“Ya like what ya see?” he asks, raising his chin a little. 

“I don’t know, I might have to take a closer look.” you sit up and help him to untie his pants, as he is struggling with it a little. He groans. “I really like what I see.” you smile up at him before laying back and watching him take the rest of his clothes off. Your eyes wander over his body, his muscles, his scars, his thick, hard cock. You swear, throwing your head back. 

He just chuckles at that, then crawls back onto the bed and above you. He smiles down at you as he moves to kiss your jaw, then your throat, and from then on down to your stomach... 

He has his hands on your hips gripping into your skin, but one slides down to feel how wet you are. You gasp a little, then moan as he circles your hole. He pushes a finger inside, not breaking eye contact with you as he does so, then another one. You moan louder with each thrust of his fingers. 

“Come on sweetheart, I can’t hear ya’.” he smirks, latching onto your pussy. 

“Fuck! Finan...” you let out, throwing your head back. 

He works you slowly, moaning at your taste. You sneak a hand into his hair, which makes him even more desperate. You stroke and pull his hair slightly, moving him where you most want him. A chill goes down your spine, and you shake in his arms, making him chuckle. 

“Finan...” 

“Let it out, darlin’.” he says against your skin, picking up his pace as he feels you getting closer to your peak. You curse and try to close your legs, locking him in place between your thighs. He moans, rolling his eyes out of pure pleasure. He feels like he just ascended into a heaven he will never get into. 

You are soon arching your back, reaching your high, crying out his name. You pant, feeling as your legs give out, with a hand over your lips. He is still licking up your folds, but he is much gentler than he was before. 

“Heavens...” you sigh. 

“That good, ha?” he crawls up to look down at you, some of your juices glistening in his beard. 

You smile then laugh. “Very good, yes. Very good.” you nod, trying to clean his beard, even though you think he looks really good like that. “Can’t wait to have you inside of me...” you say quietly, and he groans, hiding his face in the crook your neck and leaving kisses there. 

“The things you say, you filthy heathen...” you laugh as you push him away and down onto the bed. You straddle him, your wet cunt making contact with his hard cock. You feel him twitch as you slide your folds over his base. 

He sits up, grabbing into your hips. You are on your knees, doing your best to help him guide himself inside you. He kisses you gently, as he pushes inside. You let out a long moan, which he devours instantly. 

You lean away to look him in the eyes. Into his pretty, dark eyes. You smile, giving him a peck on the lips as you caress his cheeks. 

“So handsome...” you say with a grin on your face. 

“Says the most beautiful creature amongst all people.” he huffs out. “Ya have no idea, just how heavenly ya look. If someone said to me ya are an angel, I would believe them.” 

You chuckle. “Give me a minute and you will think of me differently.” 

He hums with a smile. “Perhaps ya are a devil in disguise?” 

You kiss him, moving your hips faster. “Perhaps.” you murmur between kisses. You grab his shoulders for leverage, as you start riding his cock even faster. 

“Oh, fuck...” he moans. He bucks up into you involuntarily, making you cry out his name. He kisses down to your neck and sucks, leaving red bruises all over your skin there. “Darlin’...” 

“Finan!” you cry out his name before you reach your peak again. Your cunt clenches around his cock, making him release his seed deep inside you. 

He holds you close as he rests his head on your shoulder, grabbing into your hips with a vice grip. You pant into his ear, giving him some featherlight kisses. He holds his own lips against your skin, not exactly kissing, but just keeping them there. 

You run your hand through his hair, tugging gently, encouraging him to look up at you. You peck his lips, and he smiles fondly at you. He pulls out and you groan, feeling as his seed flows out of you. He grabs a cloth and cleans both of you off. 

“Everything alright?” he asks as you lay down on the bed and he sits down next to you. 

“Yes, my love.” you smile. “Now, come and rest with me.” 

And he does, laying down next to you and enveloping you in his arms, almost instantly falling asleep next to you. 

The next morning, you let Finan sleep in, and you walk out of his tent, just to be greeted by the other three, who are joined by the hip. 

“I told you so.” says Osferth. Uhtred rolls his eyes and Sihtric tosses silver coins at his head. 

[mommytauriel]

Sihtric x reader where she reads to Sihtric because he likes listening to her voice while he lays his head on her lap and she sits against a tree.

+ · 。~ the voice of my love

pairing: sihtric x female! reader | genre: fluff | warnings: kissing, just a lot of fluff | wc: 1,684 |

synopsis: sihtric just really loves the sound of your voice

request: yes

note: first of all, tysm for sending in a req! This was actually the first req I’ve ever done :). When I first read it I fell in love with the idea, and I surprisingly wrote this pretty fast. I really do hope you enjoy it! also I had to use that gif because omfg he looks so fine 🤭

Thank you @destinyisall-tlk for letting me use the lovely gif <;3

Sihtric was a clingy man. Ever since he met you all he wanted to do was, be by your side. But being one of Uhtred's most trusted men, he didn't always get to be, much to his disappointment. When he was away from you all he had on his mind was you. When he was riding you were on his mind. When it was late in the night and he laid alone, you were on his mind. The quiet that came after a battle, you were on his mind. 

He would think of your eyes, the eyes that would look at him with so much love, the eyes he would look into when he held you in his arms. He would think of your soft skin, the way it felt against his body, the way he would trace his finger against your bare hip in the late of night, your soft neck where he would leave wet kisses that would make you break out into a fit of giggles. 

But what he would think about the most was your voice. The voice he could listen to for hours, the voice he would listen to in the middle of the night when you couldn't sleep because you had too much on your mind. The voice that would whisper sweet nothings into his ear. 

Sihtric used to think it was silly when uhtred would talk about his love for lady gisela, he couldn't understand how someone could love that passionately, and then he met you. Your voice was the first thing he noticed about you. You were standing next Brida, a smile on your face as you talked passionately about different ways certain herbs can help with pain. You guys didn’t even talk to each other, and he was already hooked. 

He soon understood that passionate love uhtred talked about because he felt it with you, and gods was it passionate.

You were standing in your and Sihtrics home in Cookham, in the kitchen organizing your many different herbs that you had collected earlier in the day. It was a quiet day in cookham, everything seemed to go smoothly. No drunk men that Finan and sihtric would have to pull apart. It was sunny out and the sky was filled with clouds, your favorite weather. 

You were brought out of your thoughts of the weather when you feel two strong arms hug you from behind and pull you back against his chest. You gasp in shock and drop the herb in your hands, letting it fall on the wood counter. You go to push the mysterious man but stop when you see the familiar sight of your lover's arms. 

“Sihtric! You scared me” you shout before laughing when you feel sihtric nestle his face into your neck, placing a small kiss on your pulse point with a hum. A smile immediately adoring your face at the feeling. 

“I’m sorry I just couldn't resist” He gives you a wink and kiss on the cheek before he moves his hands to your waist, turning you around and softly pushing you against the wooden counter. You smile and trail your hands up his arms, resting them on his shoulders feeling the leather and fur of his clothes. 

Sihtric smiles at your touch and leans down, pressing his body against yours and locking your lips in an eager kiss. He deepens the kiss, one of his hands moving to the back of your neck, pulling you closer as your lips part, his tongue slips into your mouth, dominating the kiss. 

Sihtric reluctantly pulls away from the kiss when he remembers the reason, he first came to you. He relishes in the sight in front of him, your eyes still closed as you lean back against the counter, small pants escaping from your lips as you try to catch your breath from the intense kiss, your lips bruised and plump from the heated kiss. 

“Come with me” Sihtric whispered as he moved some of your hair from your face before his hands went back to holding your waist. Your eyes flutter open and you lock eyes with him, a smile on your flustered face. 

“I can't” You sigh, thinking of all the things you had to get done before sunset. You knew your words would disappoint sihtric, but you had to finish your tasks. 

“Yes, you can '' he said in a persuasive tone, his eyes not leaving yours even when he felt one of your hands playing with his arm bracelets. Your touch never did fail to make his heartbeat faster. 

“I’m busy sihtric” You smile, reaching behind you to pick up some lavender and bringing it up to his nose for him to smell. You can't help the giggle that leaves your lips by the cute sight of sihtric scrunching his nose and leaning away from the strong smell. 

Sihtric brings one of his hands that was holding your waist to rub under his nose, trying to get rid of the ticklish feeling he felt. He gives you an annoyed look that quickly fades as fast it showed, it being replaced with a smile at the sound of your laughter. 

“I haven’t spent any time with you today…don’t you want to spend time with me” Sihtric tries to persuade you by making his tone sound sad. He knew you were busy, but he was a selfish man, especially when it involved you. 

“I do but I have so much to get done” you pout, you really did want to spend time with him. Sihtric smiles at the cute sight of your pout, fighting the urge to lean down and kiss you again, taking your lips in his. 

“Do you want me to beg?” 

“You are quite handsome when you beg” You smirk and then pause for a minute, tilting your head to the side pretending as if you were actually thinking about it. Sihtric groans impatiently and rests his forehead on your shoulder. You laugh and bring your hand up to play with his hair at his nape. Sihtric whispers out a please and presses a kiss on your neck. 

“Fine! But I have to be back before it gets dark” You finally caved in after another two kisses and the third please, you would have made him beg longer but he was just so irresistible. 

“I promise you will be back before nightfall” Sihtric smiles and gives a quick peck to your lips before grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the kitchen, stopping to pick up his satchel before continuing to pull you out of your shared house. 

You gave sihtric a confused stare, the both of you standing in the woods, in front of a large tree that provided shade to the hot sun. When sihtric begged you to spend time with him you didn't expect him to take you to the woods. You're brought out of your thoughts when you feel your love kiss your jaw. You look away from the tree and to sihtric who's giving you a smile, a smile that you return. 

You watch as sihtric sits and sets his satchel next to him. He looks up at you and gives a grin and pats the spot next to him. “Come here”

You smile and step closer to him and sit down at his side leaning back against the large tree, the sounds of leaves crunching at your actions. Sihtric opens his satchel to see two apples and an old book, he remembers it being one of your favorites, the old pages being filled with love poems. 

Sihtric pulls out the old book from his satchel and turns to face you, showing you your book in his hand. You tilt your head in confusion not understanding when he brought your book but then it dawns on you, he wants you to read to him. The sight of the old book reminds you of one of the late nights you two shared. 

The two of you were curled up in a fur blanket, next to the lit fireplace. You were in between sihtric’s legs, leaning against his chest while his arms were around your stomach. In your hands was that same book, you spent hours reading that book and talking about the meaning of the poems and what they meant to you. It was an amazing night, a night you would never forget. 

“You want me to read to you?” 

“I missed hearing your voice” He confesses with a shy smile. You take the book from his hands and adjust the way you were sitting so you could lean against the tree more comfortably. You open the book and the first page you open has a small red stain of wine at the bottom of the page, reminding you of another memory. 

You smile and change to another page that you haven't read yet. Sihtric lifts up your arms that were in your lap and lays his head there instead, the soft fabric of your dress feeling nice. You giggle and look down at him, his eyes meeting yours. 

“Comfy?” You ask him, your free hand moving to push back some of his hair from his face, Sihtric smiles at the feeling, loving the feeling of your fingers in his hair. 

“Very” He mumbled. You smile and let your fingers retract from his hair, your eyes look away from him and to your opened book, your mouth opening as you read the poem. 

“As noble Sir Arthur one morning did ride, with his hounds at his feet and his sword by his side, He saw a fair maid sitting under a tree; he asked her name, and she said…” 

Sihtric closed his eyes as he listened to you read to him, the faint sound of birds chirping and wind becoming faint as all he can hear is your voice. He felt so peaceful, his head in your lap, the shade from the large tree protecting you both from the heat of the sun. 

Sihtric wishes he could stay in this moment forever…

note: okay this was one of the shortest fics I’ve written, I’ve been trying to work on not making things so long, because it takes me forever to finish it.

But I hope you guys liked it! I had fun writing it :)

Please comment and tell me what you think of it, I would love to hear your thoughts!

I am actually so in love with this man 😫

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[volklana]

Love's The Death of Peace of Mind

Title Comes From This Song:

Cannot recommend enough listening to this song as you read it set the whole tome for me writing.

Request: Please I'm on my knees a modern Sihtric x reader where they hate each other. But somehow end up fucking and then become obsessed with each other. I've seen with your Bucky fics that you sometimes use songs so could I suggest The Death of Peace of Mind by bad Omens? I'm already drooling...

Modern!Sihtric x Reader

Warnings: Hints of slight alcohol abuse. If that isn't for you, please don't read, protect your peace and you can catch me next time xx

I don't know why but I hyperfixated on Sihtric's hair in this one??

You felt stupid, walking up the steps to the club with the small gift bag in hand, the loud music already blaring before you even made it inside.

Your eyes scanned the room for the one person you knew in the city, slightly regretting that you had agreed to come out to celebrate his birthday but he had assured you his friends would love you, and when he got down on his knees at work amidst the pile of band shirts you were attempting to fold and begged you to come, you just couldn’t refuse him.

You finally spotted him laughing easily with a group of friends and shyly made your way over.

“You came!” he shouted, placing his drink down on the table and running to meet you, picking you up and spinning you around as you laughed freely, despite your nerves, “You got me a gift?” he exclaimed when he finally placed you down.

“It’s only something small,” you laughed at his childlike excitement.

You had left an incredibly shitty relationship and moved to London, a few months ago, but it wasn’t until you started working at a backstreet record store that you had met Osferth, and surprised yourself at how quickly you two had become friends. 

He didn’t exactly give you a choice.

Soon another pair of strong arms pulled you in for a hug and he introduced himself as Finan, winking at you and you felt your cheeks flush.

Osferth brought you over to the table they had been sitting at and introduced you to a couple who were seated.

“Uhtred. Gisela, this is y/n!” Osferth shouted over the music and Gisela was rising out of her seat like lightning “Finally!” she exclaimed coming to give you a hug, “We’ve heard so much about you! It’ll be nice to finally have another girl to keep these guys in check!” you giggled and squished her back in appreciation, throwing a smile towards Uhtred who was patiently waiting his turn to give you a hug. 

“I’m not sure where Sihtric is but you’ll meet him tonight too,” Osferth grinned and Gisela leaned in closer to your ear, “Don’t be offended if he doesn’t react too warmly. He’s shy.”  You nodded, thanking her for the heads up.

“I’m going to get a drink,” you shouted over the music and Osferth rose too, “I’ll come with you,” he offered and you shook your head, “Stay and enjoy yourself, I’ll be right back!” you countered and he smiled happily taking his seat again.

You pushed your way through the sweaty bodies on the dancefloor, making your way across to the bar and tried to settle the nerves in your stomach. You were so out of your comfort zone, that you’d already decided you would have two or three drinks and dip out early and leave Osferth in the very capable hands of his friends.

You ordered your usual drink and then for good measure, ordered a shot for some liquid confidence. It was then you spotted what you thought was the most gorgeous man you had ever laid eyes on, leaning with his back against the bar, eyes watching the dancefloor with a drink in hand, His black skinny jeans were tucked into a pair of doc martens and he was wearing a grey and black plaid shirt over a black tee, his hair was pulled into a bun at the nape of his neck. He must have sensed your gaze because suddenly his eyes were on yours and his face hardened, eyeing you with uncertainty. You quickly downed your shot and made your way back to Osferth’s table. 

You chatted easily with Gisela, already making plans to meet her for coffee and swapping numbers. Finan was laying the flirting on thick but you quickly realised it was his way of teasing and he almost lit up when you began giving it back just as good.

When you finished your drink, you were relieved when he offered to grab you a fresh one as he went to order himself another pint.

“Sihtric!” Osferth shouted “Finally, come here I want you to meet y/n”

Your stomach dropped when you realised it was the guy from the bar. He simply nodded your way in acknowledgement, and it was only under these lights that you realised that he had two different coloured eyes, and his face twitched in amusement.

“Your friend has a staring problem Osferth,” he teased and you felt your cheeks heat up and wanted the ground to swallow you whole, “I’m Sihtric,” he nodded your way.

 “Nice to meet you, you managed a small shy smile his way and Gisela, squeezed your leg with a knowing smile. 

After a couple of drinks you made your excuses, reminding Osferth that you had taken the opening shift so that he could sleep off his hangover in the morning. Sihtric was once again nowhere to be found, so you said goodbye to the rest of the group, promising you would come out again soon. 

You pulled your leather jacket tighter around your body as you took your phone out to book an uber.

“Leaving so soon?” a cocky voice called over your shoulder and you turned around to see Sihtric propped up against the wall, exhaling cigarette smoke, as he flicked the ash from the top of his lit cigarette.

“Yeah,” you sighed “I’ve got work in the morning.” 

“Thought you’d be heading back with Osferth, giving him his proper present,” he smirked, taking another pull of his cigarette and you glared his way.

“It’s not like that. We’re just friends.”

Sihtric threw his cigarette away and moved towards you, “So you’ve no interest in letting him take you home and having his way with you?.” 

“None,” you shot back indignantly. “Maybe, you can’t keep friends without fucking them, but I’m not like that.”

“Hmm,” he considered, moving into your space, “But we’re not friends, and I’ve seen you looking at me all night. Maybe you’d like me to take you home and show you a good time.” 

You wanted to tell him to back off, to tell him he was reading you wrong. But truth be told it had been months since anyone had ignited this kind of spark in and you had been lonely in this city.

You swallowed thickly as his two mismatched eyes bore down into yours.

“They- they told me you were shy,” was the only thing you could muster and he chuckled, deep and seductively he dipped down to whisper in your ear, hand snaking up to wrap in your hair “Quiet and shy are not the same thing, lady.” 

You could barely keep your hands off each other in the cab back to his apartment. He nipped and sucked the skin on your neck, and you were sure you would have to wear a turtleneck to work tomorrow to hide the evidence.

Sihtric pushed you up against the wall of the elevator and you were almost dizzy when he pulled away, spilling out into the corridor and through the door of his apartment.

He was rough and needy, barely allowing you space to breathe, pulling the sleeves of your dress down your arms and watching as it slipped to the floor, he made quick work of his own clothes too before he flung you on the bed.

He was a commanding lover, marking your body and fucking you hard and fast until you were a screaming mess, which seamed to only spur him further. 

“Say my name. Say my name love, I’m so close.”

You looked up at him through your lashes and it was like his name left your lips of its own accord and he collapsed a panting weight on top of you.

He snaked his hands around you, pressing you closer to him, “Such a feisty little thing,” he chuckled and you wrapped your fingers through his soft hair, pulling the band from his hair and letting his loose curls free, “So pretty,” you couldn’t help but muse, as his curls fell down around his face, but his gaze hardened and it was like the spell was broken.

He rolled off you, and slipped his underwear back on and began rummaging through his jeans until he found his box of cigarettes, he made his way towards the balcony before he threw a glance your way, “Do you want me to call you a cab?”

You whipped your head in his direction but he was keeping his gaze solely on the door to the balcony and you couldn’t help the shame pitting in your stomach. He wanted you to leave.

“Um, no I can get an uber,” you tried to answer nonchalantly, trying to disguise the hurt you felt at being used and the sudden change in pace. 

“Okay,” was all he answered before pulling the sliding door open and stepping out into the night air, as you watched the flame of his lighter ignite the cigarette.

You quickly pulled your discarded clothes back on and fumbled with your phone until you had successfully booked an uber through the app. 

You waited for Sihtric to come back inside, but he never turned to look at you again, feeling your stomach churn when he simply lit another cigarette.

Your phone pinged to say your driver was outside and so you let yourself out of his apartment, and down to the lobby. As you opened the door to get into the back of your car, you risked a glance back up to his balcony, you could still make out his silhouette and the little flicker of a lit cigarette, but he didn’t acknowledge you, instead turning on his heel and making his way back inside, and you cried the whole way home in the back of the uber. 

You never told Osferth about what had happened after you left the club that night, and you gathered that Sihtric hadn’t either. You did however meet up for that coffee with Gisela, mainly because she wouldn’t give you the option not to. 

“You’ve been avoiding us,” she murmured softly.

“I’ve just been busy,” you lied, stirring your coffee more than you needed to, and she decided against arguing with you.

“Well this Saturday is Uhtred’s birthday, and before you say you can’t, I happen to know you have the weekend off. I already checked with Osferth,” you couldn’t help but laugh at her eagerness “Please, y/n. For me. For Osferth. Please come.”

And that was precisely how you’d found yourself sipping a drink on the sofa of Uhtred and Finan’s apartment, music blaring and deep in conversation with Finan.

You were relieved when you arrived that there was no sign of Sihtric, and so had settled into an easy conversation with the Irishman, who was trying to convince you to let him tattoo you, opening up his instagram to show you some of his work.

“Sorry I’m late,” a voice announced from the hallway, hauling in a crate of beer, “My last appointment ran a little over time.”

“Sure!” the Irishman taunted “More like you got carried away with that hot blonde I left you with.”

Sihtric smiled smugly, but his face dropped when he spotted you.

“Y/n,” he acknowledged.

“Sihtric,” you threw back and then turned your attention back to Finan urging him to continue showing you his work. 

You danced a bit with Gisela and Eadith, bumping hips and running your hands through your hair, you were tipsy and having more fun than you’d had in months, before you excused yourself to go grab a drink from the fridge. Sauntering past Sihtric without sparing him a glance.

You were about to close the fridge yourself, when someone reached over you from behind and slammed it shut.

“Were you just going to ignore me all night then?” Sihtric’s sultry voice whispered in your ear and you carefully twisted around, eyeing him cautiously.

“That was the plan.” 

“And why would you want to do that? You were screaming my name not so long ago.”

“I’m a good actress,” you spat and went to push past him, but he caught your arm.

“No, you’re not,” he laughed smugly and pushed you up against the fridge behind, “Bet I could have you screaming my name again right now if I wanted.”

You shoved him off you hard, “Go find someone else to hit and quit. I had my turn.”

Sihtric swallowed hard and looked like he wanted to say something else, but he simply let you push past.

“Are you and Finan a thing?” he asked suddenly, shocking even himself.

“Why would it matter to you if we were?” you shot back “You clearly don’t even like me, and I certainly don’t like you,” you spat before, Sihtric cut you off by crashing his lips to yours. You felt ashamed again when all your resolve melted and you allowed him to pull you upstairs into Finan’s room, taking you up against the wall, you dug your nails onto the skin of his back as you tried to stop yourself crying out when he came undone, panting as you came down from your own release.

“Come back to mine,” Sihtric pleaded and you were snapped back to your senses.

“What? No!” you shoved him off, pulling your panties back up, and watching as his mismatched eyes flashed with confusion. You were not going to give him the opportunity to make you feel like nothing again. You stepped out of the room, not sparing him a glance as you went and took your seat beside Finan, you didn’t see Sihtric again, until he slinked out of the apartment with a girl wrapped up in his arms and you had to hide the tears that were threatening to fall, telling Finan you were just tired.  

You stopped allowing Sihtric to be the reason you didn’t go out with your new found friends every weekend. Instead you both gave each other a wide berth, feigning politeness in front of the rest of the group but not speaking to each other at all aside from keeping the peace.

But why then did every night out end with your hands wrapped up in Sihtric’s hair and his lips on yours, begging you to come back to his place with him, but you always refused.

You tried to convince yourself it was simply sex, but the more it went on the harder it was to deny that you were developing feelings for him. That’s what made it so hard. 

And when Sihtric disappeared for a few weeks, Osferth told you he had gone on a retreat, you scoffed and Osferth looked confused. You just didn’t see Sihtric as the spiritual kind, but evidently you were wrong.

You joined a dating app and pushed yourself out of your comfort zone by agreeing to go on a date. Even if it was just to try to forget about Sihtric for an hour or so.

You spent hours on your makeup and settled on a black satin dress, a baggy denim jacket and boots. You felt confident for the first time since Sihtric had knocked it significantly.

But your confidence was quickly shattered, when half an hour turned into one hour. And one hour turned into two, and your date was a no show. You went to check your messages only to find that he had unmatched you and blocked your number, and that was that.

You had been ordering drinks as you waited and now you were drunk.

“Fuck it,” you sighed grabbing your jacket and decided on walking home.

You were drunk and it was possibly the stupidest thing you had ever done, but you were alone walking streets you didn’t quite recognise after dark and it happened like lightning.

Someone tried to pull your bag off your shoulders and you attempted to fight them off, you barely registered the punch to your pace until blood began to pump from your nose, the taste of metal filling your mouth as your attacker pushed you to the ground and made off with your bag.

As you gathered yourself off the ground you attempted to give chase but he was long gone and you weren’t even confident in what direction he had gone.

You walked in shock for a few minutes, holding your nose, tears spilling down your face and then you found yourself at a familiar junction.

The welcoming light of a lobby to an apartment building that you had been in once. You chanced a look up at his balcony and were surprised to find the lights in his apartment were on. Swallowing your pride you wrapped your jacket tighter around yourself and took the elevator up to his floor.

“Y/n,” he gasped, taking in your appearance “What the hell happened?” he rushed.

But you were frozen to the spot, shock beginning to set in, as you shook.

“I’m sorry to just turn up here. I didn’t- I didn’t know what else to do.”

“Fuck,come here,” he said softly ushering you inside. He was topless, in a pair of low rise black sweats, his curly hair hanging loose around his face, damp from just showering.

“What happened,” he asked again softly and you relayed the story as you trembled.

He looked you over, blood drying on your face, but thankfully your nose didn’t seem broken and you were very, obviously drunk.

“My phone, my purse, they’re all gone,” you were beginning to freak out and Sihtric could see it.

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay, we’re going to sort it all out. Come here,” he subconsciously pulled you to him, rubbing soothing patterns on your back, heart falling at the feel of you trembling in his arms.

“Were you on a date?” he eventually broke the thick silence, you nodded and he tutted “What asshole would let you walk home alone in the dark after you’d been drinking?” 

You laughed dryly and his eyes shot down to look at you like you were crazy “The kind of guy that leaves you waiting for hours, only to stand you up and block you on everything. Just my luck,” you sniffed “The only two guys I’ve been with since I left my emotionally abusive ex have been even bigger dickheads.” 

Sihtric stilled, all actions and you froze “I-I’m sorry I didn’t mean that. I think maybe you should just call me a cab and I’ll go.”

Sihtric shook his head, pulling you into the bathroom and seating you on the tub, “At least let me get you cleaned up.”

He took a washcloth and gingerly wiped away the drying blood, you were surprised at how gentle he was capable of being. 

“We should block your phone so whoever has it won’t be able to use it,” you nodded, head spinning and he set about doing it all for you, he gave you his phone to call the bank so you could block your cards too. 

He went to make you tea and it was only when he was out of your space that you allowed the tears to fall, and you sat holding your head in your hands.

“What can I do?” he begged quietly as you sipped your tea, tears silently slipping down your cheeks.

“Can you take me home?” you sniffed “I feel stupid in these clothes. I think I need to sleep.” 

“You should sleep here, I’ll take you home in the morning, you’ll need to call your landlord for a set of new keys anyway.”

“I don’t want to stay here,” you suddenly panicked.

“I wouldn’t try anything tonight, not while you’re hurt,” Sihtric rushed, hurt etched across his features “I may not be a good man in your story but I can be..good,” he sighed in a small voice.

“That’s not- I know you wouldn’t-”

“-But you don’t want to stay?” 

“The last time I was here, you treated me like an asshole, Sihtric, how can I sleep wondering when you’re suddenly gonna decide to kick me out” 

“Y/n” he looked at you blinking frantically, like he was desperately trying to find the right thing to say.

“Please, just take me home,” you whispered and he was nodding furiously before he could change his mind. 

The ride back to your apartment was silent and you kept your eyes trained on the window, watching the London skyline fly by, your head spinning from the alcohol and events of the night. 

As soon as he pulled into your parking lot, you were pulling at the handle, before he had even put the car in park. 

“Y/n, wait…wait,” he grasped your hand, “I’m sorry I haven’t been the guy you want me to be. I fucking wish I could be.”

You pulled your hand out of his grasp and you couldn’t help the tears gathering in your eyes, “You know Sihtric. I could have loved you. But, you just wouldn’t let me,” you slammed the door and made your way up into your building before he could respond and before you lost all resolve completely. 

Weeks passed and you didn’t see Sihtric, nor did Osferth for that matter. He said Sihtric sometimes did this.

“It’s like he hits self destruct, he starts running around with his old friends. He goes on a bender and then he comes back when he’s worked through whatever it is he needed to get out of his system. It’s not the best way to deal with things, but hell if I’d been through the shit Sihtric has in his life I don’t even know if I’d be here anymore. It’s a shame because he is such a sweet and caring guy, he doesn’t deserve it”

You wanted to press Osferth on what he meant, but you didn’t want to seem so interested in Sihtric that it would raise suspicions. 

But it was evident that his friends were beginning to worry about him, you were worried sick but you didn’t even have his number to text him. Was it even your place to do so? 

A loud banging on your door woke you up with a start, and you began to panic, fearing someone was breaking into your apartment.

But then you heard it again, the distinct sound of knocking and someone calling your name, and you flung the door open to find Sihtric, slumped against the wall, very clearly intoxicated and upset. 

“Y/n,” he sighed, falling down at your feet, grasping your waist and leaning his full weight into you, “Please. I can’t stop thinking about you. The way you taste, the way you say my name. Please, I need you to just hear me out.”

“Sihtric,” you cried, raking your fingers through his soft curls, trying to sooth him “We’ve been  worried sick about you. I’ve been worried about you,” you decided to be honest.

“Please, y/n, I’m sick of pretending that I don’t care about you. I can’t do it. I can’t pretend that I’m not head over heels for you anymore,” the last statement slipped from his lips and he looked up at you wide eyed, fearing you would reject him.

“You’re drunk Sihtric, you don’t mean this,” you tried to sooth but hurt flashed across his face.

He suddenly rose up to his full height, cupping your face “You’re all I can think about. I thought by drinking I could forget about you. But I can’t stop thinking about you. You’ve been the death of me. The death of my peace of mind.”

“You don’t mean this,” you repeated, trying to reassure yourself more than him.

“Why do you keep doing this to me? You keep denying me. Keep dismissing me.” 

“You did it first!” you threw, and he had, Sihtric had rejected you first, forced you to build these walls to try to keep him at arm’s length. He looked at you sincerely, confusion written all over his face so you continued.

“That first time, Sihtric, you couldn’t get rid of me fast enough. After you’d gotten what you wanted. You’ve always just wanted the sex you don’t want me and I’m not going to have my heart broken again by another emotionally unavailable man.”

“Don’t you get it?” he spat “You have the power to completely destroy me. You already are. I thought I could stop myself from falling if I made you leave. I thought I could drink and fuck you out of my mind but I can’t do it anymore. I don’t want to do it anymore. I need you.” 

He brought his forehead to rest against yours, breathing heavily, his eyes slipping closed as he held your face in his hands.

“You said you could love me if I let you. Did you mean that? Please tell me you meant it?” he begged and you nodded in his hands and he sighed in relief.

“I’m fucked up. I have so much baggage and I will probably fuck up a million times, but I want to try with you. I want to try for you.” 

“I always wanted you Sihtric,” you admitted “But this is a complete 360 and I don’t want to get burned again.” 

Sihtric didn’t know how else to convince you he was serious, so he pressed his lips against yours, Sihtric was not a man of words but he could show you with his actions.

You woke in the morning, encased in Sihtric’s arms, his grasp on you like a vice grip.

When you made to move, he refused to release his grip, snuggling further into you, but relenting when you told him you were going to make breakfast.

You watched him as he scoffed down his toast and took a big gulp of orange juice.

“Did you mean everything you said last night?” you eventually tested, breaking the silence.

“Every word,” he promised, looking right into your eyes sincerely, “I pushed you away because I was afraid to let myself fall in love with you, but all that did was hurt the two of us, and I can’t take back all the time we lost, but I promise I will try to make it up to you.” 

You considered him quietly for a moment, and he swallowed hard.

“I’m not sure how much Osferth told you about my past..but it’s not a happy one. It’s why I’m so fucked up, but it’s not a good enough excuse for the way I behaved with you. When we first met I was on a downward spiral, I had just come from the most traumatizing relationship of my life and you terrified the life out of me, all gentle and tender and looking at me like we could have been something more than just that night, and I panicked and I was cruel. ” 

“I’m sorry,” you muttered “I didn’t know,” you said softly.

“How could you love?” he sighed gently “I never even gave you a chance. But I have tried to be better for you. To be the man who deserved to be looked at the way you looked at me that night when you ran your fingers through my hair. That retreat I went on, I signed myself into a programme to try to get my drinking under control again, I had this whole plan to ask you out proper. To explain myself but when you turned up on my doorstep that night  I realised I was fucked, and the thought of you rejecting me, sent me into a spiral, and I hit the drink again.” He suddenly pulled his knee up to rest his chin on. “Fuck, I’m a lot right?” he suddenly chuckled, extending his hands out with a self deprecating shrug.

“Honestly, yes,” you laughed, examining his face, blushing when you found his eyes were already on yours. You still thought he was the most gorgeous man you’d ever seen on the planet and your breath caught in your throat.

“So where do we go from here?” you tried gently.

“C’mere?” he mumbled and you crawled your way onto his lap and he placed feather light kisses to your face.

“Will you let me date you proper? Take you out, show you off, be my girl? No more sneaking around. I want to tell Osferth and Uhtred and Finan.” You nodded, smiling as your heart began to flutter.

“You know Osferth is going to kill me don’t you?” he laughed against your skin and you laughed out loud “And I know that you’re going to have to learn to trust me, I’m not expecting it to happen overnight.”

You nodded, playing with the soft curls around the nape of his neck, and he leaned heavily into your touch.

“I want to trust you and I want to love you.”

“But?” he hummed.

“Don’t hurt me Sihtric.”

“Never again,” he promised, pressing his lips to yours.

“I fucking knew it!” Finan exclaimed, slapping Sihtric on the back.

“No you did not!” Uhtred laughed,coming to clasp hands with his friend, “I am so happy for you both,” he said honestly and Gisela came to pull you into a hug, you released Sihtric’s hand so you could squeeze her properly.

Osferth, who had been strangely quiet stepped forward, a worried frown across his brow, “I don’t know who I’m supposed to warn about not hurting the other. You are both my friends.” 

Sihtric took your hand in his again, pressing his lips to your hand, “I’m never hurting this one. I love her.” your eyes fluttered and you couldn’t help the shaky laugh that left your body with relief.

Sihtric had once said that love was the death of peace of mind, and if that was so, you were out of your own damn mind in love with that boy.

Tagging: @canyonmoon-2 @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @whitedarkmoonflower @shamrockqueen @thenameswinter99 @foxyanon @acdassenza @thatawkwardlittlefangirl

[lexyleblancc]

What a woman {Finan}

Summary: You find yourself spilling confessions in the rooms of an Alehouse. 

Ragnar x sister!reader Uhtred x sister!reader Finan x fem!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Part 2 to “The kindness of a Dane.”

Part one

Warnings: Nothing other than Athelwold being himself 

It came to no surprise to you when Uhtred renewed his oath to Alfred once back in Wessex. It came to no surprise to you when Ragnar sent Brida ahead to gather any and all of Ragnar’s men that would answer the call. What did surprise you, was even once in Winchester, Finan never stayed far from your side. “Finan, you do know that you are free to find yourself a woman to bed while we are here? You do not have to stay with me.” You told the man who sat across from you in the alehouse. 

“Oh I’m very aware of my freedom to do so, Lady.” Finan spoke with a grin, watching as a woman passed the two of you, her eyes lingering on Finan as she did. “I’m afraid none of them have caught my interest enough.” He told you, lifting his cup with a grin. The man across from you had finally been able to properly bathe, ridding himself of any dirt caked onto his skin, and you had to admit; Finan was quite handsome. 

“Well, you’ve caught plenty of their attention.” You told the man with a small laugh, your eyes falling on an approaching figure behind the man. Ragnar sat at the table with the pair of you, a grunt leaving his lips as he made eye contact with you briefly. “What crawled up your arse and died, brother?” You quipped, a snort leaving Finan as he tried to stifle his laughter. 

“You are aware that our brother renewed his oath?” Ragnar asked, accepting the cup of Ale one of the barmaids brought over for him. You nodded your head, you were more than aware of the fact your brother has once become the King's personal lap dog. 

“I’m sure Uhtred had his reasons for it.” You told your brother. “He did kill a man of the lord.” You spoke mockingly which made Ragnar crack a small smile at your antics. 

“Will you stay with him?” Ragnar asked you quietly. 

“Do you ask as a request, or do you ask for fear of me leaving you behind?” You asked, an eyebrow raised as you set down your empty mug. 

“Both?” 

“I think Uhtred may need me for a while.” You said with a sigh. You didn’t want to leave Ragnar, in fact you wanted to join him anywhere he went. You also knew that this time around, Uhtred would need any person he could to follow him. He needed the guidance and support of his younger sister, and you couldn’t bear to leave him once more. “I do expect a welcome party when I come to visit in Dunholm.” You said with a smirk, Ragnar nodding his head in agreement. 

“I thought we were going to deal with the brothers?” Finan questioned the two of you. Your eyes drifted to the Irishman as you smiled. 

“Oh, we are Irishman.” You said with a smile. “But after we take care of those bastards we ride to Dunholm and avenge our parents once and for all.” The news of your sister Thyra being alive had only set the plan in stone. If Thyra truly was still alive, it was all the more reason to reclaim Dunholm to the Ragnarsson’s.

The three of you paid for your ale, leaving the silver on the table before making your way out of the Alehouse. You were leaving Winchester and making your way to Guthred of Northumbria. In the courtyard of the castle, Finan assisted you onto your horse, you didn’t need the help but accepted it from the man anyways. Finan mounted the horse beside you before the group departed from Winchester for the time being, leaving Gisela in the care of the King. 

Ragnar rode with Uhtred at the front of the group, while you and Finan rode behind them. You drowned out the men around you, rolling your eyes when the King’s Nephew Aethelwold spoke of finding a woman to bed soon. You noticed his eyes burning into the back of your head as he spoke those words, as well did Finan. 

“Look at her again, I dare ya.” Finan said to him, his eyes narrowing in a glare. 

“And what are you going to do if I can’t help myself?” Athelwold asked with a smirk, this gaining the attention of both your brothers. Ragnar was about to butt into the conversation but Uhtred shook his head, his eyes on the Irishman. 

“Then you best pray you don’t fall asleep tonight.” Finan’s voice was low, almost a growl. You rolled your eyes at this, but couldn’t deny the butterflies in the pit of your stomach as he defended you. Your eyes met Finan’s and you offered a small smile in thanks. Amongst all these men, you and Hild were the only two women to join them. You were a seasoned warrior, and have seen more battles than you could even count at this point but Hild was a woman of her God and a warrior as well, neither of you should require protection from one discredited heir to the throne. 

When the group stopped for rest, they ended up in Loidis, a small village. Everyone was quick to dismount from their horses, sore from the long journey. “Let me, Lady.” Finan spoke, his hands on your waist as he helped you down. 

“Thank you, Finan.” Your hips were sore from the movement of your horse, and it felt good to be on your own two feet once again. Your hand found Finan’s arm as he led the way to the Alehouse Ragnar had slipped into with Brida. You knew people would come at Ragnar’s call, if Danes were anything it was loyal to their leader. The two of you slipped into the Alehouse, while others from the group took the horses to the stables to be fed and cooled down. A small group of you stood on the sidelines, watching as Ragnar’s men exclaimed with joy at the return to their leader, a fond smile on your face. 

After the greetings had died down, rooms had been paid for, and everyone was fed until their heart's content, you found yourself sitting around a table. You were squished between Steepa and Finan. “Oh Ragnar, your woman’s got the balls of a bear. I like her.” Finan said with a smile, your eyes watching as Brida left the table, dismissing herself for the night. You sighed to yourself, no longer being able to deny the fact that your eyes had grown heavy. You steadied yourself using Finan’s shoulder as you stood from the chair you were sitting on, and bed the men around you a goodnight. 

“(Y/N), one of us will have to share a room with you.” Uhtred spoke up, his eyes on you when you were halfway to the stairs. 

“Irishman, you’re with me.” You agreed, locking eyes with Finan from your spot at the bottom of the stairs. Finan nodded his head quickly, watching as you disappeared up the staircase. 

“You won’t be touching our sister, Irishman.” Ragnar spoke, ripping Finan’s gaze from the empty staircase and to the blonde Dane. The men quickly finished their conversation, coming up with a plan to easily take care of the issue of Erik and Sigefried. When everyone was making their way to the rooms of the inn, Finan pushed the door to your room open. You were curled up on one side of the bed, furs pulled to your chin. You looked much younger in your sleep, when your brows weren’t frowned constantly, you looked peaceful. 

“Bar the door.” You whispered once Finan closed the door to the room. He almost jumped hearing your voice, he expected you to be sleeping. He made sure to lock the hatch over the door, before he started ridding himself of his armor. Your own armor was sat on a chair, your sword placed beside the bed. The man copied your actions, looking around the room and frowning at the realization that the bed you were resting in was indeed the only bed in the room. “Stop standing there like an oaf and get in bed Finan.” You grumbled, rolling onto your back so you could face the man. 

Finan could feel like blood rushing to his face as you spoke, but pulled back the furs enough for him to climb under as well. He made sure to keep to his side of the bed, laying on his back as he stared up at the ceiling. “Thank you for today, with Athelwold I mean.” You finally said, breaking the silence. Finan glanced at you slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips. 

“You’re welcome, Lady.” He replied softly, making you roll your eyes in annoyance. 

“How many times must I tell you to stop calling me Lady?” You asked. You knew that this Irishman in particular was respectful, but after weeks of traveling together you figured he would finally listen to you. 

“It’s what you are, no?” Finan hummed in response, a smile tugging at his lips. He knew you hated when he called you Lady, that’s why he insisted on it. 

“Lady of Bebbanburg, Lady of Dunholm… how much can a title like that hold when both of your brothers have no claim to their homeland?” You questioned. The two of you laid in silence for a while longer, and Finan had assumed you finally fell asleep. “Where are you from, Irishman?” You asked quietly. Finan didn’t talk about his life before he was a slave, which seemed slightly unfair since he knew so much about you now. 

“Small kingdom in Irland.” Finan muttered, memories of his homeland were nothing but painful, even after all these years. “Married a sweet Lady, only did it because her status was higher than mine… but I didn’t love her.” He told you, his voice sounded distant as he spoke. “No, I was in love with my brother's wife.” Finan said with a laugh. “She was nothing more than a milkmaid, and yet there was no doubt in my mind that I loved her… so we fled.” Finan groaned as he remembered everything he did his best to forget. “I was exiled, stripped of my titles and sold into slavery after that. That’s about when I met Uhtred.” 

You rolled onto your side to face him, offering him a tiny smile. “Would you ever go back to find her?” You asked, holding the furs tightly against you. 

“No, I would not, Lady.” Finan said with a dry chuckle. He had no reason to go back to his life before joining Uhtred and swearing his loyalty to him. “I have no reason to go back there, I enjoy my life now.” You reached out, your hand grasping one of Finan’s that rested over his chest. He squeezed your hand tightly, shifting so he could face you fully now. 

“I shouldn’t say I’m glad to hear that… but I’ve grown fond of you Irishman.” you whispered, a smile on both of your faces now. 

“I’m quite fond of you too, Dane.” Finan replied, bringing your hand up and pressing his lips to your knuckles. “Let’s save the confessions for the morning, you should rest.” The man added in, trying to let your hand go, and only smiling wider when he noticed you refuse to let it go. “If you’re not gonna let go, at least turn around.” 

You raised your brow at that, but turned on your other side to face away from the man. He grinned to himself, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you further into his chest. You only smiled to yourself at the action, closing your eyes so you could finally drift off to sleep. 

You woke up the next morning to shuffling behind you. Desperately trying to blink the sleep from your eyes you rolled over to face the man who laid behind you. “I think it’s about time we get up, my Lady.” Finan spoke, his voice still laced with sleep. You let out a groan laying your head on the man's chest as his arm wrapped around your shoulder. 

“I’m not ready to deal with everyone just yet.” You mumbled, the sound of your voice being muffled by Finan’s tunic. He couldn’t deny that he wasn’t either. As soon as you left this room you would be back on the road for God knows how long, sleeping on the forest floor, all before fighting a battle you very well may not make it out of. “Let’s discuss those confessions you were talking about last night instead.” You said, lifting your head slightly to meet his gaze. 

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Finan said with a chuckle. There was a big difference between Saxons and Danes. Finan most of the time would beat around the bush when it came to voicing his emotions, while you didn’t have time for that, you were blunt and spoke what was on your mind. 

“I like you Irishman, so do you plan to do something about that or not?” You asked, making Finan’s cheeks grow pink at your question. Normally he was the one approaching women, not the women approaching him. Never in his life had someone been so blunt towards him either. 

“Oh I plan to do somethin’ about it alright.” The man said with a grin, wrapping his arms around your waist and flipping the two of you. Your back met the furs as he held himself over you. “A Lady such as yourself shouldn’t want an exiled Lord.” His lips brushed yours as he spoke, making your head dizzy. 

“Then stop calling me Lady, and you and I are the same.” You retorted, nudging his nose with your own. 

“You really want to be stuck with a Christian man, Dane?”

“You want to be stuck with a Dane?” Finan grinned, you could always keep up with his quick wit and he loved it. “If the answer is yes, then do something.” You teased. As much as he didn’t want to give into you, Finan knew that would be impossible. It’d been weeks since you helped nurse him back to health, you trained with him when his hands shook under the weight of a sword, you never gave up on him. You saw the man that Finan would be when he couldn’t see it for himself. 

He inhaled shapely before connecting his lips with yours, taking your bottom lip between his teeth as he did. You were quick to respond, your arms going around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer to you. His beard tickled your skin as his lips attached themselves to your neck, making you gasp. “God woman, what are you tryna do to me?” Finan growled against your skin, his hand gripping your hip as he spoke. 

A knock on the door broke you two apart. “We meet downstairs!” The voice Uhtred called, you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you while Finan looked from the door and back to you once more. You leaned forward to capture his lips once more, leaving the man dazed as you crawled out of bed and words to put your armor back on. You left the room first, leaving the man who was rushing to ready himself for the rest of the journey. 

“What a woman.” He breathed, rushing out of the room to meet the others. 

“Might I say, you do look lovely this morning (Y/N).” Finan rolled his eyes hearing Athelwold’s voice ring through the room. 

“Athelwold,” Finan spoke, wrapping his arm around you once you were in his sight. “Look at my woman again, and I’ll kill ya, you little rat.” 

Athelwold nodded his head quickly, scurrying away from the two of you while Uhtred and Rangar gave each other knowing looks. 

“Your woman?” You asked, looking up at the man who was wrapped around you. 

“Aye, my woman.” 

[halfmylife]

I Waited For You

Pairing Uhtred x Reader

Summary You have loved Uhtred for some time but when he finally tries to move on from Lady Aethelflaed, he chooses another woman.

Warnings angst (I’m not sorry)

A/N I had this idea a little while ago and thought I’d write up some angst

Finan had been the one to break the news to Uhtred and he could hardly believe it. You had made it quite clear that by the end of the day you would no longer be in Rumcofa. Uhtred would not have it. Panic started to settle inside of him as he stormed towards your lodgings. He could not lose you, you were one of his oldest and closest friends. Never would he understand why you wanted to leave so suddenly.

He barged through your door, without even bothering to knock. There was no time for such pleasantries. The sudden bang didn’t even startle you, you had been so stuck in your own mind, packing whatever you could that you almost pretended as if he weren’t there.

Maybe it was easier that way.

“Finan told me you were leaving, tell me it is not true.” His gaze followed you around the room as you stuffed everyone of your belongings into sacks. There was little for you to take other than clothes and a few keepsakes but you packed it nonetheless, wanting nothing to do with this place.

“It’s true.” You didn’t bother to look up at the man who stood in the doorway watching you. There was no time for a conversation, let alone time to listen to his poor excuses.

“Why? You cannot leave, Rumcofa is your home.” What a joke. Rumcofa was never your home. Finan and Sihtric had managed to settled down and have a family so it had become their home. Uhtred had somehow managed to make this his home despite all odds but it have never been home to you. Uhtred was your home.

“It was but not anymore.” No longer was he your home, not after everything. It hurt too much to even look at him. Time and time again you had given everything for him and where had it gotten you? Far away from family and alone.

“You cannot go, you won’t be safe anywhere.” That was always his answer. Maybe when you first met he would’ve protected you, you used to be defenceless but now after years on the road and living with them, you had been taught a great many things. Protection was no longer a necessity to you.

“And what would you have me do? Stay?” You threw your final clothes into the bag, tying it shut far too aggressively. “I have been here too long.”

“Stay here.” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him step forward. “Stay here for me.”

“For you?” Finally you looked at him and you regretted it instantly. His eyes were searching your own, hoping to find answers that were no longer there. “Uhtred that is all I have done. All these years I have stayed because of you. All these years I have waited for you.” You tried to hide the shake in your voice as you spoke but it became more evident as more words fell from your lips.

“Waited for me?” He shook his head, confused. Had he truly been so clueless? Had you not given him everything?

“Are you truly that blind?” The sadness soon turned to anger as you looked at him. All this time you had been there for him, displayed your affections so openly only to be turned away over and over again and he had no idea?

“Y/N tell me what you speak of, please.” He begged, stepping forward once more. You could take no more, the confession spilling from you before you could stop it.

“From the moment we met I have had eyes for no man except you. I felt like you were the second part of my soul, the piece missing from my own broken heart yet you never felt the same.” This time your voice did not shake but the tears in your eyes gave your heart away. “I watched you fall for Gisela and I kept my distance, swore I would not destroy your happiness over jealousy. Then when she died I stayed with you in your grief. I abandoned my heart to fix your own and thought that maybe in time you would feel something instead your heart found Lady Aethelflaed and mine was left more shattered than before.”

Once the words were out they hung in the air, taunting you in the uncomfortable silence. It practically scorched you the way he looked upon you. It was pity. Even now whilst you confessed it all, he only pitied you.

“Y/N.” His voice was barely a whisper but you didn’t want to heart it.

“No Uhtred. I have waited so many years. I kept my distance and remained kind for your happiness because I cared only for you. I thought after her vow of chastity that you might move on and you did.” The last few words were venomous as you spoke them and you remembered hearing how he had spent his previous evening. “Except it was not me. It was the tall woman you humped.” All that time you had waited only for him to go running to a woman he hardly knew. Had you not been there for him every time?

“I did not want to.” Part of you wanted to believe him, that perhaps he truly didn’t want to hump the woman and it was part of the process of moving on. How was that supposed to help?

“Is that supposed to make me feel better, Uhtred?” You snapped, not caring for any reason or excuse he had for humping the woman. Whether or not he wanted it was no longer a concern to you.

“What do you want me to say?” His voice started to rise to match your own but in his eyes remained the confusion and the sadness dancing together like old friends.

“Nothing. I do not care for your words anymore.” Words could not undo the damage. Words could not mend a broken heart. There was nothing that Uhtred could say to make you change your mind. “I have broken my own heart for you too many times and I cannot stay any longer to do it all again.”

“I have no feelings for her.” You didn’t know if that was worse. It wasn’t about what he felt for the tall woman. It was about loving someone who never loved you back. “Does that make you feel better?”

“No it does not.” You sighed. The tears threatened to spill from your eyes once more but you blinked them away. “Nothing you can say will make me feel better and you cannot change my mind.” That was it. You grabbed your bag and headed for the door.

“Please.” Uhtred managed to grab you by the bicep, stopping you in place. “I have lost too much I cannot lose you too. I need you.” You knew how much he’d lost, you had been there for all of it. Every time he mourned it was your shoulder he cried on, every time he was angry, you were his voice of reason but that didn’t matter anymore.

“Do you need me to mend another broken heart? Do you need me to fill the emptiness others have left?” That was all you had done and still it was not enough for him to love you. You snatched your arm away from him, shaking your head as you took a step back. “I won’t. I won’t be a third choice that has been by your side all this time only for you to disregard again. I cannot do this any longer.”

“Y/N, don’t go.” He called out to you as you marched out the door, he was quickly behind you, still calling your name as you headed to the stables.

“It’s too late.” You said quietly as you secured the bag onto your horse. It took you a moment to steady your breathing before you looked at him again. “Perhaps in another life I might’ve been your love but I have not been blessed with such a fate.”

No it had been a curse. It was a curse to fall for a man who only ever had eyes for another woman. You had watched him fall in love so many times but it was never you.

“There is still time.” He stepped forward cautiously, taking your face in his hands. It was gentle and warm. Everything you had ever wanted was in his hold yet you wondered if he even meant it.

“I have wasted so much time waiting for you.” You spoke in a hushed voice, the confession feeling like a dagger through your heart. “I have loved you Uhtred in all these years but you’re not mine and you never will be.”

Tearing your face away from him, you walked the horse from the stable and out into the open. You never looked back, not even when he called your name. No more would you wait for him. Your peace had been spoken, a weight off of your shoulders. Perhaps now you could find your happiness or perhaps you had just left it behind.

[legitalicat]

Appalachian Sihtric - The group chat

AN: this was inspired by my boy Max sending a server comprised of mostly women who are all very feral all the time the first meme. You're welcome. Also I love the women of this universe and I am very gay for them.

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Summary: Chaos of a group chat.

CW: Language (I feel like that's on everything and I'm sorry but it's just who I am) , sexual talks, the women are very in love with their respective men but also in love with each other it's okay

Pairings: Sihtric x Reader, Uhtred x Gisela, Finan x Eadith

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Taglist: @foxyanon @zaldritzosrose @thenameswinter99

[scorpionrising]

there is love that doesn't have a place to rest — ch. 2

pairing: finan x fem!oc word count: 2709 content warning: this fic deals explicitly with the trauma of sexual assault. while there are no drawn out, graphic scenes, it is made explicitly clear what is going on. for context: oc is uhtred's daughter and was captive in dunholm for all her childhood. proceed with caution. additionally, expect canon typical attitudes, behaviors, violence, etc.

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“and if i would've known how sharp the pieces were you'd crumbled into i might've let them lay" –big red machine ft. taylor swift, renegade

“Why are ya’ doin’ this, Lord?” 

“You know why.”

“No, I really don’t.”  

Ravna knew she ought not to be eavesdropping. Her father would be quite cross if he found out, but her time at Dunholm taught her several things. The first being how to sneak around without being caught. She did not catch the beginning of her father’s conversation with Finan, but she could surmise enough what it was about. 

“Finan.” 

Father sounded pained, as if the words were being choked out of him. She dug her nails into the bark of the tree she was behind to keep from poking her head out. Surely then, they would see her.

“Lord, I belong at your side on the battlefield.” 

“I trust above all others, but what’s more important is Ravna trusts you above all others.”

She bit her lip to refrain from letting out a gasp. 

Finan sighed audibly. “She will not take kindly to ya’ leaving me here to spy on her.”

“You are not spying.”

“Oh, I’m not?”

“Just keep her safe, and make sure she eats.”

“Lord, is that not what Gisela is for? I’m a warrior, not a nursemaid.” 

The metallic taste of blood bloomed on Ravna’s tongue. A nursemaid. The urge to storm out there and confront them both nearly overtook her. A nursemaid! She wanted to scream. The last four years, she had thought Finan to be her friend—a true friend. Just as Sihtric was; just as Osferth was. She had for so long thought them equals. Clearly, he did not feel the same and saw her as a mere child. Squeezing her eyes shut to keep from crying in her rage, Ravna reached up to where her teeth had split her lip and rubbed the blood away. 

“She will not talk to Gisela. She will not talk to me. She talks to no one as she does you.” 

Had he been reporting her words back to her father all this time? Her stomach churned. How many of the abuses she suffered at Dunholm that she spoke only to Finan of to spare her father the heartache did he know about? 

Perhaps she really was no more than a child, because she had been silly enough to think of him as an individual rather than her father’s man. Anger surged through her, a defense from the rushing wave of sadness pooling beneath her ribs. 

“Surely Sihtric would be better suited for the job. They grew up together, and his wife just had a baby.” 

“I need Sihtric to spy—”

“Lord, you have me acting a spy here!” 

“Finan!” Father’s words came out in a venomous hiss. “You will remain here, and you will take care of Ravna.”

“Very well, Lord.” 

“Osferth will stay as well. Invite Ravna to train with you both. It will serve her well. She ought to learn to protect herself.” 

With her father’s tone a bit lighter at the end, the two men began to walk away. Once she could no longer hear their footsteps, Ravna let out the short sob she had been holding in and sank to the ground. Back pressed to the tree, she drew her knees to her chest and pressed her forehead down. She stayed like that for some time, switching ceaselessly between furious and horribly sad. 

Still gnawing on her raw lip, Ravna hoisted herself up and marched straight for town. Nursemaid, she thought with a scoff. She was no child. She would prove both her father and Finan wrong. She did not need someone charged to look after her. She had survived on her own well enough at Dunholm. 

She entered the hall in a storm of rage, kicking up dust and dirt behind her as she stomped up the stairs to their living quarters. She slammed doors behind her, kicked objects out of her way, flung her boots off and across the room. It was a good thing she was alone. If her father or Finan dared show their faces anytime soon, it was likely she would make an attempt at stabbing them. 

“I’m a warrior, not a nursemaid,” she mocked in a horrible mimicry of Finan’s brogue. She blew a raspberry and entered her room. “Pathetic.” 

She flopped facedown onto her bed and sprawled her arms out. She would remain here until someone came to find her, and they would need to drag her from the bed if they wished her to move. 

Eventually, she must have fallen asleep, because soon flames were licking at her skin. They curled around her limbs like scorching hands, forcing her limbs apart and clawing at her throat. Smoke entered her lungs and her vision went hazy. She was burning. 

She coughed desperately, praying it would be enough to keep the fumes from choking her. She coughed and screamed and thrashed until—THUNK! 

She came to, no longer on her bed, but in a heap on the floor. She must have banged her head, because it was throbbing with a large lump forming on her forehead. Quietly cursing, Ravna rubbed her eyes and grabbed the bedpost to use as leverage to stand up. The world spun, all out of order for a moment. 

“Sister?” 

Feilan’s sweet voice drifted through the closed door. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes once more and wrenched the door open. Her little brother’s eyes did not even reach her hips, but they were gleaming up at her as wide as can be. 

“Mama sent me to come get you,” he said quietly. “Father is leaving.” His nose wrinkled and he looked around past her. “I heard you shout.”

“I merely fell from my bed,” she said, running a hand over the braid she had slept in. “I am well.”

His eyebrows crinkled together in concern that was perhaps too great for a six year old, but he stuck his bottom lip out and his hand as well. She forced a smile and took his hand, allowing him to lead the way down the stairs. 

Everyone was gathered down in the hall; Sihtric and Sig and their baby, Osferth, Hild, Gisela with Stiorra in her arms and Father at her side, and Finan—the great traitorous bastard. Father grinned at her, as though he had not been plotting with Finan a few mere hours before to spy on her.  

“And to think, I thought I’d be leaving without a goodbye from my eldest,” Uhtred said, raising his arms out as if to hug her.

Ravna permitted the hug, but cut it short. If he noticed her aversion, he hid it well. But then, a crease formed between his eyes. 

“What is this on your head?”

He raised a hand to her face and she promptly swatted it away while ducking out of his reach. 

“I fell,” she said. 

“Are you well?” he asked suddenly, fretfully. “Perhaps you should sit down—”

“I am fine!” she snapped. 

It was rare that Ravna ever thought to raise her voice. She did not like loud, sudden noises, and the shouts of men did little to make her feel at ease. She kept quiet for a great many reasons, but especially because she did not want to frighten others as she had been frightened. Father looked even more concerned now, which only served to infuriate her further. She was neither soft nor fragile, and she hated being treated as such. 

She had been thirteen when her father pulled her from the dark cells below Dunholm, but she was no longer that shivering, bruised child. Yes, the nightmares still plagued her, but if they had not stopped in the last eight years, she just supposed she would have to live with them forever. Just as she had been doing. Shooting her father a vicious glare, Ravna stomped over to Sihtric to wish him goodbye.

“Do not get yourself killed,” she said sternly. 

“He has already gotten this speech from me,” Sig said. “But we both know he won’t listen.” 

“No, he’s too pigheaded,” Ravna agreed. 

“I will not have you two conspiring against me while I am gone,” Sihtric said with a frown. 

Ravna smirked and looked over Sig’s shoulder at their son. The boy’s eyes had not been open once any time she had gone to visit, and she wondered if he shared the same mismatched eyes as his father. 

“I can hold Bjørn so you two can have a proper goodbye,” Ravna offered.

Sig grinned. “He got his proper goodbye this morning.” 

“Sig!” Sihtric hissed. “The baby!”

“The baby is too young to understand words, husband,” Sig said, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. “Here, Ravna, you can take him if you like. He’s getting heavy in my arms.” 

Ever so carefully, Ravna reached out to take little Bjørn from Sig. With her oldest friend’s son in her arms, she could feel some of her anger sapping out of her. It was hard to be infuriated when holding something so sweet and small. She hummed quietly, bouncing the child in her arms as a tiny smile crept onto her lips. 

Ravna held him until Sihtric and her father left the hall together, already locked in fierce conversation about the rogues they were sure to encounter. Heaving out a great sigh, Ravna handed Bjørn back to Sig and made her promise to reach out if she needed help. Gisela had even offered her a space in the hall, but Sig—ever the self-sufficient woman—declined quite gracefully. Very pointedly ignoring Finan, Ravna marched straight for Osferth.

“I’d like another lesson on your Holy Book.” 

Osferth’s face split into a grin. “Of course, Lady.” 

He held his arm out for her. Snorting, she placed her hand in the crook of his elbow and began to walk.

“You know you do not need to call me that.”

“Oi! You two!” Finan called after them. “Wait!” 

Ravna rolled her eyes, which Osferth certainly noticed, giving the look of surprise that overtook his face. His surprise did not come as a shock, of course. How often did Ravna treat Finan with a sweet smile and wide eyes? Perhaps she really had been acting like a child this whole time; well, no more of that. She could be just as independent as Sig. 

“Is everything alright?” Osferth muttered. 

“Yes, of course,” Ravna said, smiling and batting her lashes. 

The monk’s face darkened by a few shades and he briefly looked away from her. He cleared his throat and avoided eye contact with her until Finan reached them. 

“Where ya’ off to?” 

“Prayer,” Osferth said. 

“Alone,” Ravna added sternly. 

She did not think she could bear to be around Finan right now, not with the knowledge that he would be likely reporting all her comings and goings back to her father. Would he write it down so he would not forget a single action she took? Or would he commit it all to memory and just inform Uhtred of the exciting bits? 

At her unusually cross tone, Finan and Osferth alike widened their eyes in shock. It was rare she ever got snippish, and even more rare for it to be directed towards Finan. She glowered, tightened her grip on Osferth’s arm, and began pulling the monk after her to walk away. If Finan thought he was being left here to act as a nursemaid, he could spend his time with the actual children. 

She led Osferth through the woods to the spot she loved so much, and sat down in a huff. There was a small smile toying at his thin lips as he mirrored her position. They sat close, facing one another with their knees touching. 

“So,” he began, “why are you angry with Finan?”

“I am not angry at Finan,” Ravna said defensively, scowling.

“Could’ve fooled me.” He grinned a bit teasingly. Then, his face organized itself into something a bit more somber. “Something is clearly bothering you, Lady.” 

“I’m not a lady,” she said, half blushing.

“You’re an ealdorman’s daughter,” he said as though she needed to be reminded of it. “That makes you a lady.” 

She rolled her eyes and lifted her face to the sun. The air was getting warmer each day, and soon she would be able to swim in the river without catching a chill. With summer came a sense of freedom she constantly longed for. It was a happier time, and Father’s eyes always had less worry in them when he looked at her. 

“Ravna,” he whispered.

She snapped her eyes towards him. Just like her father, and Gisela, and Sihtric, and even Finan now, there was a look of deep concern clouding his blue eyes. She clenched her jaw and tried to ignore the rush of anger. He reached forward tentatively and placed his hand over hers atop her knee.

“What is troubling you?” 

Was it pity in his eyes, or was it something else? 

“Everyone thinks me a child,” she finally said after a long moment. 

“Who is everyone?” Osferth asked. “Because I certainly do not see a child before me. I see a woman grown.” 

“That is different,” she said. “We are… of an age, with one another.” She wrinkled her nose and looked down at his hand covering hers. “I speak of Father and Gisela, and Beocca and Thyra, and—”

She stopped herself before she could say the last name, but Osferth saw straight through her. 

“And Finan?” he asked her.

She was not proud of how her face burned in response. Embarrassed at how obvious it was, she pulled away from Osferth and brought her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs. 

“I always thought him to be my friend,” she said quietly, ashamed at how stupid she had been all these years. “I thought he saw me as I am, not merely his Lord’s daughter.” 

She was not proud of the bitterness she heard creeping off her tongue as she spoke, but Osferth never judged. 

“You should not let it bother you,” he said in that quiet, contemplative voice of his. 

“But it does!” She exploded, falling backwards to lay across the large boulder. “What of when I have a family of my own? When I am a mother, will my father still have his men watching my every step to report back to him?” 

“I think it’s hard for him,” Osferth said. “He lost you when you were still a child, and he thought you dead for eight years, and when he found you again, you lived in Winchester with your aunt until you reached majority.”

“And that is my fault?” Ravna asked, shooting up with blazing eyes. “He did not yet have Coccham and I could hardly galavant across the country with him!”

“I did not say that,” he said gently. “I mean to say, you left his life as a child and reentered it as a woman.”

“It has been years,” she hissed. 

“But far less time than you spent away from him,” he said. 

She hated how he was right. Letting out a loud groan, she slumped back down and stared up at the cloudy sky through the tree branches. The birds above were chirping some absurd song, louder even than the rushing of the water below them.  

“Your father loves you, Ravna,” Osferth said, a heavy sigh falling from his lips curdling the words a bit. “Many cannot say the same.” 

She thought briefly of Kjartan, and the bruises he would paint across Sihtric’s skin, but what was most prominent in her mind was King Alfred. His cruelty to Osferth was an understated one. Whelped onto a servant girl, tossed into a monastery without a second thought, and never acknowledged. It always brought an overwhelming sadness to her heart when she thought of it. She reached a hand out until her fingers found his, and she grabbed onto him.

“You are loved, Osferth,” she said. “Surely you know this.” 

She turned her head to look at him. His head was bowed down, the hand she was not holding tracing the cracks in the boulder. He glanced back at her and smiled just a bit. 

“Now, tell me about Eve and the apple again,” she commanded. “I do not understand it.”

[ladyinred2248]

King of the North, Finan x Reader, Part 2

Warnings: Mature. Minors DNI. Sexual themes and violence. Angst.

“Haestan?” Uhtred scoffed.

“Yes,” Finan replied, rolling his eyes. “East Anglia.”

Uhtred continued fidgeting with his saddle, preparing his horse for the journey ahead as Finan stood before him. He spoke to Finan firmly, his Danish-mixed accent lingering on every word.

“Finan, this is madness. You understand that you have all but killed the King of Wessex? You are now a traitor, an outlaw. This could cause tension and war between Ulaid and Wessex for generations.”

Finan let out a tired sigh as Uhtred scolded him, petting his horse on its back as the men looked at each other.

“Lord, do ya think I don’t know that? Alfred was the one who started all of this!”

“Yes, and you have finished it,” Uhtred continued, “He will have you killed for this.”

Finan scoffed at him, rolling his eyes. “The weak bastard can try.”

Uhtred grew increasingly frustrated at Finan’s stubbornness, his voice growing stern and commanding. “You will beg him for mercy. You will release him. We can still retrieve your woman, but Alfred will go free.”

Finan’s eyes grew wide with rage and surprise at his Lord’s words. “…What?!”

Uhtred raised his voice to him. “Finan! It’s the only way. All of us will be traitors, and all of us will die. Is that what you want?!” 

Finan shook his head. “No. You are all under my protection, as King.” 

“Believe me, Finan, I wish it was that simple. But your Kingdom is a month's journey from here.”

The men kept preparing supplies for a few minutes in frustrated silence, Sihtric and Osferth giving each other knowing glances and raised eyebrows before Finan spoke furiously again.

“I will not release him, Uhtred. He sold my woman to the Danes!”

Uhtred glared at him with wide eyes, a glance of rage that the men knew well.

“You will do as I ask.”

Finan’s anger grew at Uhtred’s words, his emotions lingering on his face. He chose not to challenge Uhtred’s command and instead pondered it while still fuming. The men stood silent for a few moments, until Uhtred approached Finan again with calmness.

“I will do all that I can to ensure you make it out of this alive. But do you realize how futile this is?”

Sihtric and Osferth were eavesdropping on the conversation still, both pairs of eyes looking up to the Irishman to see his response.

Finan swallowed hard, nodding to Uhtred. “I do. But would ya not do the same if it were Gisela, Lord?”

Uhtred nodded, putting a hand on Finan’s shoulder, “I would, my friend. You and I along with Sihtric and Osferth will travel to East Anglia. But I will not have the Scottish Prince whispering in your ear and corrupting you any further. He stays here.”

Finan nodded, continuing to listen.

“And before then, I must speak with Alfred and beg his forgiveness.”

“Lord,” Finan scoffed, “That will never happen.”

Uhtred gave Finan that wide eyed, intense gaze of his again, throwing his arms out as he spoke, “What other choice do we have?”

Although King Alfred had been taken prisoner by Finan’s men, he was not subject to brutal conditions. Domnal ensured that he was fed and treated with dignity, regardless of the circumstances. Alfred sat in the camp close to the fire, his hands bound and the cuts and bruises on his face bestowed by Finan showing like beacons of how defeated and foolish he felt at this moment. Uhtred came over to sit next to him, and Alfred barely glanced up at him as he started to speak.

“Lord King,” Uhtred acknowledged him, “I hope you believe that this is a means to an end. I would like for this to end with peace.”

Alfred glared at him, slightly trembling while he spoke slowly. “I have been humiliated. My Kingdom seized by Scots…my wife taken as a prisoner. And you believe this will lead to peace, Uhtred?”

Uhtred sighed, speaking with determination to hopefully speak some sense into him. “Do you not realize the part you played in this war? You kidnapped the future Queen of Northern Irland. King Constantin’s daughter. You have made her suffer in many ways, all for your own selfish plight.”

Alfred was silent for several moments, gazing into the light of the fire beside them. “I love her, Uhtred.”

Uhtred scoffed and shook his head. “Lord, you have no love for her. You don’t torture those you love,” Uhtred nodded to Finan in the distance, “That man would stop at nothing to keep her safe, to have her as his own. Even if it meant defying you and risking everything. All I ask is that you remember how my men and I have served you and your Kingdom. You still have my oath, Lord…let us have our peace.”

Alfred nodded once to him, looking down into the fire again but not replying.

“I will be back for you after our journey to the Danes. Until then, I would suggest that you think on my words… and repent for your sins to your God.”

Uhtred stood then, walking away from Alfred and towards Finan in the distance, until Domnal abruptly stopped him and they glared at each other.

“I think you are disrupting authority, Lord.” Domnal said with a smirk.

Uhtred looked between his eyes, stepping closer to him. “You will stay here, and you will make sure no harm comes to the King of Wessex. You will no longer escalate this.”

“I do not take my orders from you, Lord Uhtred.”

“These orders are from the King of the North.” Uhtred said with a smirk, holding Domnal’s gaze as he started to walk away.

Uhtred, Finan, Sihtric and Osferth prepared the journey to East Anglia with a band of Ulaid guardsmen, while Domnal and a band of Scots held Alfred at the encampment. Aethelflaed and the Mercians had simultaneously begun their travel to Wessex to aid in recapturing her father and mother’s lands.

Finan had now begun to come down from the unrelenting rage and bloodthirst he had felt for several days, Uhtred’s commands steadying him and anchoring him back to reality and his mentality becoming clearer after being apart from Constantin and Domnal. Finan now realized just how mindless, ill-advised and reckless he had been. For the second time in his life, he had let his heart guide his body into impossible circumstances, putting his life and others in danger once again. He started to feel an unyielding sense of guilt as he gazed at an exhausted Sihtric, a worried and traumatized Osferth, and a stern, contemplating Lord Uhtred. He let his mind drift to you while the men rode their horses to the East, thinking back to a year of strife but mostly joy, feeling more love for you from the distance than he did before the day you were taken from his arms. He remembered the several months you had together in Coccham, falling into a blissful routine and a simple life together. He wondered where exactly you were, how you were feeling, and what you might think of him now in the aftermath of his rage. He tried not to think of how long you had been in the company of savage Danes and what that entailed. His chest pained and his heart ached as the men went further on their journey.

You rode horseback in front of Haestan who kept you binded in his arms, your hands still bound with ropes at the wrist and you cringed at his foul odor being so close to him. 

You were unknowing that Haestan had in fact heard word of the siege on Winchester, and he nonchalantly let you believe that you were still traveling to be traded for silver and riches. His objective now was one of stronger intention, his undying desire to conquer Wessex and Mercia. Finan and the others were on the same road, heading in the opposite direction and unknowingly towards you.

“We make camp here,” Haestan ordered the Danes, helping you off his horse and keeping a grip around your waist that made you feel somewhat violated, until he walked you over to a tree and knelt you down to a seated position in front of it.

“Lady,” Haestan growled, his eyes seemingly hungry, “I can imagine how lonesome you must feel.”

You swallowed hard, trying not to hold his gaze. “I am not, Lord.”

“You aren’t very convincing, little one,” he said as he grazed his dirty fingers over your cheek, “Keep me company this night, hm?”

Rage built in your belly as your mind raced. You had already known that it wouldn’t be long before Haestan or one of the other Danes would beg your attention, with words or by force.

“I am loyal to my betrothed, Lord.” You spoke sternly, trembling with your words.

Haestan cackled with a wheezing laugh. “Your betrothed, my lady, seized Wessex and is now an enemy of the Crown. I don’t think he shall last very long.” Haestan chuckled again.

Your cheeks turned red with rage, your eyes searching Haestan’s for either truth or lies. But you knew in your heart it was real.

“He… he besieged Winchester?” 

Haestan chuckled again. “With Scottish and Irish forces. Which led me to understand that you…must be Constantin’s daughter, yes? Nothing less would start a war such as this on Wessex soil with the Scots.”

You knew that Haestan would use you as a bargaining chip now, but there was no stopping it.

You nodded hesitantly, fearing the repercussions if you lied. “I am, Lord.”

Haestan took his hand to your cheek again, trailing it down to your neck and collarbone. “So fair,” he rasped out as he took you in with his gaze, eyeing you like a predator would its prey.

“I… I do not wish to be bothered, Lord, please.” you said, turning away from him as much as you could in your binded state and trying to hold your composure, although your first thought was to spit directly in his face.

“Suit yourself, Princess. You won’t be able to deny me for long.” Haestan rasped angrily, standing from his knelt position. You sighed in relief as you watched him walk away from you without bestowing you harm. By now, you thought perhaps Finan knew of your fate. Perhaps he was traveling towards you. But perhaps he was dead already, the thought of which left your soul feeling like it was crushed into a million pieces. You thought maybe it would be better to fall on a sword at this point and end the misery.

The next morning, Haestan and the Danes prepared to continue on the journey, and he was less gentle with you when he grabbed you up from the ground forcefully and mounted you on his horse. They headed West, and Haestan’s plan was more of a hasty departure toward the unknown than it was a calculated endeavor. He was unsure of how exactly he would use you to conquer Wessex, but persisted nevertheless.

Uhtred, Finan, and the others continued on the path, storm clouds raging overhead and darkening the horizon as they rode, and Osferth shouted at the men over the impending noise of thunder.

“Should we rest and let the storm pass?” He yelled to the others.

“No,” Uhtred answered him, “We keep going.”

Finan looked to Sihtric, who nodded to him in agreement.

The men continued on their horses through a light drizzle until they heard stirring in the distance, then the sound of horses shuffling. Uhtred shushed the men with a wave of his hand, the others bringing their horses to a stop to listen for a moment.

Uhtred dismounted his horse swiftly and quietly, Finan following as they trudged through a brush filled area, pushing back branches as quietly as possible until they caught the sight of Haestan’s fleet. Finan’s heart raced in his chest, his arms already tingling with adrenaline as he slightly squinted his eyes and looked through the trees at the Danes traveling in a line with their horses. When he caught sight of you in Haestan’s arms, his breath caught in his throat and a shudder went down his spine, and Uhtred seemed to have caught the same sight as he looked to Finan. He put his hand on Finan’s chest, almost as if to hold him back. Sihtric and Osferth had trudged through the same brush and snuck up behind them at this point, their sudden arrival jolting Finan and scaring him half to death as Sihtric chuckled, his gaze having been so transfixed on the Danes.

“What now, Lord?” Sihtric asked.

Uhtred looked to Finan, emphasizing his words carefully, “We must go to them calmly. We approach this rationally. Understood?”

Finan nodded, biting his lip.

Uhtred, Finan and the others went around the brush to come in contact with Haestan, walking up to them with their hands on their swords but not yet drawn. The Danes immediately became unnerved, some of them dismounting their horses and drawing swords and axes.

Uhtred approached them slowly with his hands up.

“Haestan, we do not wish to fight. We are only here for one thing,” Uhtred nodded to you. 

Your heart raced when you saw Finan, and you caught his urgent state when Sihtric had to hold him back from running to you and the Danes, Uhtred commanding him to stay put.

Haestan sighed, teasing Uhtred with his cockiness and facial expressions. “I will give her to you. For a trade.” He chuckled.

Finan couldn’t be held back anymore as he shoved Sihtric away and ran over to you, shocking the Danes and nearly being tackled by one of them before reaching you, but not taking his eyes off of you.

Uhtred rolled his eyes. “Trade? For what?”

“The King of Wessex.” Haestan grinned.

Finan shoved the Danes away from him, moving towards you and Haestan and drawing his sword. 

“My love,” he whispered to you as he caught your gaze.

Tears fell from your eyes as you took in the sight of him, new cuts evident on his pale skin, dark brown eyes you thought you might never gaze into again. Your lips parted to speak but nothing would come out, and you tried to reach for him forgetting your hands were bound. More Danes grabbed Finan by his arms, pulling him away and starting to brawl with him.

“Enough!” Uhtred shouted at them, “Haestan, I will tell you where he is. Nothing more.”

Haestan held a serious demeanor now and licked his lips. “You don’t have much to bargain with, Uhtred.”

Uhtred shook his head, looking over to Finan and seeing the absolute fury in his eyes, then back up to meet Haestan’s gaze. “We will take you there. Release her.”

Haestan practically shoved you off of his horse and Finan ran over to catch you just in time, taking you into his arms. He knelt you down to the ground, swiftly drawing his dagger to cut your wrists free from the ropes and gently whispering to you as he cupped your face in his hands and nuzzled your nose with his. 

“Dear God!! My sweetest love... are ya alright?! Have they hurt ya?”

Your hands grappled at his armor, pulling him as close to you as possible. “N-no, I…I’m alright,” you whispered, tears falling from your eyes as you started to sob into him, nuzzling your face into his neck, “I thought you might be dead.”

“No… No, I swore to you a long time ago that I would never leave ya,” Finan said, holding his grip tightly on you as he pulled you against his chest. “I will never leave you again.”

>>> Part 3

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Farewell Wanderlust

Warnings: As always, MDNI, 18+ SA mentioned in passing/implied, abuse implied, death mentioned in passing, sexual inexperience, prostitution, oral (f receiving), p in v.  Pairing: Osferth x OFC Word Count: 5075 Summary: Torn from her home country, Keavy finds herself trying to survive across the Irish sea. She happens across Uhtred and his motley crew, and finds herself befriending a monk who is determined to become a warrior.  Author’s Note: Still very much a hybrid of the show and the books, with me adding flare as needed to fit the narrative. We have 2 more chapters to go! Anyway, enjoy.  💜     Thank you @annikin-im-panicin​ for being my beta reader and my muse! 💜  Please let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist! Dividers are by @saradika​ Taglist (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond​ @watercolorskyy​ @schniiipsel​ @sylas-the-grim​ @aemondx​ @fan-goddess​ @babygirlyofthevale​ @httpsdoll​ @theromanticegoist​ @tssf-imagines​ @triscy @assortedseaglass​ @whoknows333​ @shesjustanothergeek​ @heavenly1927​ @greenowlfactif​ @larlarle @babyblue711​ @fangirlninja67​ @tinykryptonitewerewolf​ @lauftivy​ @vintageypanwitch​ @heimtathurs​ (Bold means it would not allow me to tag you!)

Chapter 5

Keavy did her best to keep busy, as her mind now seemed plagued to relive that failed intimate moment with Osferth before he had left for Beamfleot. 

She thought of the warmth that bloomed from him that evening in the barracks, and how it prickled beneath her palms while her hands skimmed across his scalp. Her eyes appreciated the sharp angles of his face, admiring his defined jawline, his pointed profile of his nose to the natural curl of his pink lips. She noticed how his eyes were clenched, his knuckles white with the hold on his lap, and she allowed her fingers to skirt his jaw, cupping his face; only then did he open his eyes to look at her.  

Keavy remembered the plume of crimson that washed over his cheeks as he lifted his hand to cover her own, and he turned his face to press the mouth she was just admiring against her palm, his lips soft. It was cold with his release and her arms fell boneless to her sides, watching as he stood up and pressing closer towards her. 

She struggled to breath as his large palms moved to rest on her hips, and she was certain she was vibrating with the way her heart fluttered within, but Osferth did not seem to notice. Instead, he just asked her, “May I kiss you?” 

It had to be her curse, her misfortune, that the damn Irishman chose that moment to barge through the door without thought, wearing a knowing smirk that played underneath his beard when he saw how they recoiled from one another. After Finan left them, she watched Osferth grab for his scabbard and she felt desperate for his touch, to kiss him, the tingle of his lips on her palm thrumming with the thought to capture his mouth with her own. 

Somewhat emboldened, she had reached for him but only managed to catch his sleeve. She balked under his brilliant blue eyes and could only manage to say, “Return to me, Osferth.” 

And she could feel the blood rush to her face from the small smile he hinted, from how careful he was to take her hand and the touch of his soft lips to her knuckles, with a gentleness that caused her heart to bruise against her chest bone. 

I will, Keavy. I promise. 

It was the echo of his words that fed a passion that fermented within her; she wished she would have kissed him and that intrusive thought repeated itself, filling the quiet. So Keavy was determined to stay busy, attentive to Gisela, to the children, to any task needed to be done as she waited for Osferth and the others to return.  

“Regret is a useless, poisonous emotion,” Gisela had warned her but with her honeyed tone. 

Keavy found there was only so much that could be done in a day before the quiet would come, accompanying the orange and purple hues of dusk, bringing along an unease that settled over like a heavy fog. 

That evening, after the children were already abed, Keavy seated with Hild and Gisela at the table for a shared supper with a second round of the bitter ale; it was to help the time pass, but mostly she swirled the last bit at the bottom without taking a sip.

Gisela was mending a tunic, her focus on her stitching. “They will come back.” She did not look up from her hands but her voice was soothing, like she was stating a fact. “Uhtred always comes back,” and only then did she peer up at Keavy, wearing her sly smile. “Besides, did not Osferth promise he would return?” 

Keavy burned with the direct question, her focus on the wood grain table as she ignored the soft laughter that fluttered between them. It was then that the door of the great hall creaked open, and the head of Edwin bobbed in excitedly. “Lady, they returned!” 

The return of the Lord of Coccham reawakened the village with a roar of celebration. Bundles of sticks were brought and bonfires lit, creating pillars of warmth that spread throughout the growing night’s cool air. The doors to the hall were propped open, with the music of a lute, a vielle, and shawm reverberating throughout. The table was filled with cold cuts, cheeses, fruits, and mugs were passed around, the same bitter ale served for all in attendance; it was easy to be swept away, but Keavy pushed through with a determination to her steps. 

She spotted Uhtred seated with Gisela pulled onto his lap; she glowed with laughter, with her felicity that her husband was back, and he seemed happy, mostly, but sorrow was pendent amongst the warriors returned. Keavy noted missing faces, Rypere and Clapa, unmistakingly gone, and soon there were toasts to confirm, cheers for those who were lost and now in Valhalla.

Keavy fell back against a wall, allowing her eyes to sweep over the faces in search of one in particular. It was Finan who brought her attention, with his loud bellow to cheer the champion of Beamfleot, and that is when she saw him. 

Osferth cut through the crowd, a beacon with his broad smile that lined his cheeks with his dimples, the bloom of red blotches that peeked through his pale complexion. His eyes met with hers and she saw the crinkle that framed the corners before he broke away, weaving through the crowd and reaching for her hand. 

Keavy took it, as she understood she always would for as long as it was offered. She followed as he pushed through, pulling her out front and away from the noise; the festivities seemed muted within the hall, though the music still spilled through the open doors and dissipated into the night. 

They walked towards one of the bonfires and he stopped to face her, a golden hue of color from the flames that washed over him, giving him an almost kingly glow. 

And Keavy felt the same desire bloom in her lower abdomen, the flutter of her heart with the realization that he was now close enough to touch, to reach for him, to press onto her tiptoes and press her lips against his own. 

“You came back,” she said instead, burning from her intrusive thoughts. She could not stop her smile, so bold that she felt the ache of her scar with the gesture.  

“I told you I would,” his tone was solemn, but she saw how his lips curled upwards with his words. Osferth exhaled and then reached to pull something from his waist, a large blade with a handle of leather bindings about the width of a wrist. 

Her stomach lurched with recognition and her eyes met with his, wide and searching. “He is dead?” her voice was almost too quiet to be heard. 

But he always seemed to be listening. “I killed Sigefriend, “ he confirmed as he placed it in her outstretched hands. “This is for you.” 

The steel was cool against her palm and the blood sticky around the base, but she recognized it all the same, even without the detailed scabbard Sigefrid had worn over it. Its weight was an anchor, rooting her to the spot as she processed his words.

That Osferth had killed Sigefrid, how he brought her the blade of the man who once tormented her, and with it so much more. 

It was another moment that passed before the men called out for Osferth, their blotto cryouts echoing into the night and beckoning him to come back. Keavy watched Osferth and how he brightened with the newfound comradery that battle always seemed to bring. 

He looked back at her, almost pained to stay. She knew this was the acceptance he craved, his place knitted amongst Uhtred and his men; as much as she wished to reach for him, to press against his chest and capture his mouth, she instead softened her smile. “Go,” she encouraged. “Enjoy your night, champion of Beamfleot.” 

There was a flush of color to his features, or perhaps it was the warm tones of the fire they stood by. Osferth bowed his head and left her poised, her hands sticky with the blood stained leather she gripped before she finally returned to her room. 

Only when she was behind the closed door did she allow her tears to freely flow, an overwhelming relief to know Osferth was safe, that Sigefrid was dead, but an ache that still seemed to haunt her. 

She looked down at the dagger that was no longer attached to that Dane, as he was no longer alive in this world. Keavy had sought Osferth for a kiss and instead, whether intentional or not, he had given her control of her life, of her destiny once again.

With this gift, Osferth showed that blood of a warrior that was interwoven with the royal ichor in his veins and Keavy thought to the last night with her maim, her last words spoken–you are far too pretty to survive across the sea, and it seemed that curse followed across the Irish sea with her.

She knew, in time, that Osferth would find a beautiful woman better suited for the status he was creating. Nonetheless, she swore her devotion to him, in whatever capacity that he would have her; Keavy knew she would be content to be a part of it, all the same. 

 + + + +

Love is a powerful thing, the priest Pyrlig once said. 

For Keavy, the emotion was cradled next to the vengeance rekindled by the gift of the blade Osferth brought her. She awoke early the next day and found Hild, determined to prepare as a warrior; the nun said nothing, but accompanied her to the blacksmith where she requested the steel to be forged into a seax. 

They returned to find the chainmail that Hild gifted her and she smiled when she saw Keavy with it on. “You are a bit taller than me. It suits you better,” and Gisela agreed. 

Stiorra watched them, her eyes wide with the sight before she announced that when she was grown, that she would also become a warrior. Gisela picked her up with a kiss to her cheek. “You have time to train until then, little one.”

And so with her secondhand armor, her seax and dagger, Keavy would accompany Uhtred and his men when they traveled the shores of the Temes, clearing out Danes and slavers. She was quick with her smaller blades and always welcomed any tidbits offered from Finan or Sihtric; she also enjoyed the intimacies she would share with Osferth, from how he rode alongside with her, to how they would stay up late around the fire. 

When they were called to action, to fight, she found a sense of satisfaction with the bloodshed, with how it would soak into the earth while one miserable soul was chosen to return with a heeded warning. 

Uhtred towered over, the tip of Serpent-Breath pressing into the throat of the chosen survivor. “You will go back to your rats’ nest and tell anyone who cares to listen,'' his tone would warn, “beyond Lunden the River Temes belongs to King Alfred and it is guarded by Uhtred of Bebbanburg.” 

For the longer campaigns, Keavy would remain in Coccham. Time seemed stagnant, the only hint of its passing was the change in the weather, from the summer rains to the large autumn leaves that blanketed the ground, and always a crisp chill that perpetually hung in the night’s air. 

Life would always bloom with their return, whether for a day, a month, or longer, and Keavy cherished the time she was allowed with Osferth. He would return unannounced, a welcomed shadow as he watched over her care of the children. 

He would step in to help with their studies, as Oswald developed a passion for the written word and Osferth hummed his pride. “A scholar at heart,” he said, tapping him on his nose and the boy blushed, giggling. 

“What will Uhtred say,” Keavy was smiling as she braided back Stiorra’s hair–the girl no longer had the taste of patience for flowers to be woven, adamant that a warrior would not have the time. “What will he think when he finds out that his only son wishes to learn and his only daughter has a growing bloodlust?” 

“I will remind him that knowledge is a weapon as well,” and there was a dust of pink across his cheeks with his returned smile, “and that I will do my diligence so his children are formidably armed.” 

Keavy admired how the years matured Osferth, how his face had leaned and his sharp features hardened, but that same kindness complemented the cerulean blue of his eyes still. He was lean, but his shoulders broadened and were toned from his years of wielding a sword; he’d grown apt behind the blade in a way that Uhtred boasted. 

Always unchanging was the comfort she felt within his proximity, and how she remained ever-present whenever he was in Coccham. She was elated with their return in time for the blōt month celebration; cattle were slaughtered and there was ale by the tun so no tankard was ever empty, while the instruments were freshly strung and ballads twanged into the night, accompanied with heorisms regaled both bold and loud. 

Keavy found her way to his side, as she always had, and he seemed anxious to pull her away, off into the night, by a fire as if they were back on the shores of the Temes. The glow of the flames caused shadows to dance across his features, his same severity with his furrowed brow. 

Her own quirked with his demeanor. “What’s the matter, Osferth?”

“What am I to you?” His voice was soft with his question.

It was unexpected and she felt her cheeks burned, watching him carefully before she realized the quiet beneath the stars and the roared celebration that spilled from the great hall. “What am I to you, Keavy?” he repeated, his arms folding behind and resting on his lower back. 

It was a moment before she could find the words. “You are everything to me, Osferth,” she began, truthfully, as her tongue unstuck from the roof of her mouth. She willed herself to close the space between them, but found she was rooted to the earth. “You awoke a warrior within me that I was not sure even existed, and allowed me to take control of my life, my destiny,” her eyes finally looked to him and his lips drew into a thin line, “I owe you everything and even then it cannot compare to what you have given me.” 

Osferth looked away, unaware of how her hand fell to the hilt of her seax when she finished. He was quiet and she then stepped forward, pressing to the balls of her feet and pressing her lips to his cheek. He turned to look as she pulled back, the ghost of a kiss across his lips. 

Keavy paused a moment, her hand still resting on his chest and her tongue wet her lips to taste him, before she pulled away. She meant to return to the barracks, but instead her feet pulled her outside the gates and towards the docks.

Only then could she finally breathe, and her exaggerated exhale caught the attention of a familiar shadowed embrace: Uhtred standing behind Gisela, his arms wrapped around her growing belly. Even though it was early in the pregnancy, Gisela told her she was confident it was another boy. 

She faltered, deciding to leave and allow them their privacy when she heard Uhtred call to her. “Keavy!” And she shyly made her way forward, grateful how the night hid the warmth she felt in her cheeks. 

“You are hiding from someone,” Gisela smiled with her words.

“I am,” she admitted.

Gisela looked to her husband and they both turned to face her, allowing the light of the stars and the moon to highlight them. “And who might be bothering you?” 

“No one, lady,” Keavy was quick to correct, then paused before she added, “I feel I am the one who is bothering him.”

Her smirk remained. “Well, then, who is it you are bothering?” 

“Osferth, lady.”

And there was a look that was shared between husband and wife, something Keavy was both aware and unaware with their silent exchange. Gisela pressed a kiss to the underside of Uhtred’s jaw and she smiled as she whispered in his ear. 

“Keavy,” Uhtred exhaled. “You could not bother him, as the man is hopelessly smitten with you.” 

The warmth in her cheeks now burned. “Lord?”

“Osferth,” he clarified and Keavy looked to see how Gisela smiled at her, the mixture of her excitement and her smugness. “He is besotted with you, Keavy, and has been for years. You should go to him, as I fear he will never make the first move.”  

His words echoed in her head and she looked again to Gisela. “I told you, fate has brought you here for a reason,” she reminded Keavy. “But you must allow yourself a chance.” 

And with those words, she rushed back.  

 + + + +

For Osferth, it began with the constant jesting from Finan and Sihtric, how they teased him about what they said was only an infatuation, but he knew otherwise. He agreed with the priest, that love was a powerful thing but it was also maddening. 

In truth, he was unsure how to approach the subject, to recreate that moment spoiled, and instead swore a silent devotion with its partnered torment. Osferth could not help but adore Keavy, with the wit she carried and her smile that remained with him when he was away from Coccham. Though he did not care for the risk, he respected her natural tenacity with her smaller blades, and a warmth curled in his chest when she showed him the seax crafted. 

“I carry it with me, always,” she had told him. 

When she joined them, he made sure to keep at her side. When he paced his horse with her own, he would remember how well she had fit in front of him, his cheeks burning with their conversations; Keavy would give updates of Oswald, how the boy asked for him, how Stiorra been given a wooden sword and sulked because she wished for steel. 

At night when they camped and the men curled around the fire for whatever warmth they could get, it was Keavy and Osferth who were the last to fall asleep with their soft murmuring that fluttered between them. With the autumn months, there was a beginning frost that covered the ground and with it a threat of snowfall that hovered heavy, chilling in the air. But for Osferth, it was excuse enough. 

“If it is too cold…” and he balked for his words, watching the smile that curled on her face.  

“May I move closer to you, Osferth?” she finished for him and he nodded mutely as she moved her mat and furs, cuddling close to him in a way that almost felt sinful. She nestled against his chest, an enveloped warmth, and his heart beat until his bones rattled, but soon her soft breathing lulled him to sleep. 

When morning came, he woke with a shadow that spread over and saw how Sihtric watched, his bicolor gaze steady and his brow lifted. Osferth appreciated the Dane’s discretion, a silence as they broke down the camp and returned to Coccham; not a word was spoken until they were back on the road again. 

“Osferth,” Finan sounded pained. “Fuck her already, I’m begging ya,” and Osferth reddened from the bold words, “or fuck someone. To get over one woman, you can get underneath another, but this pining is insufferable.” 

“Traitor,” Osferth breathed and Sihtric only grinned.

They eventually stopped in a city on the skirts of the kingdoms, a place where Finan and Sihtric pooled their silver and bought a woman for Osferth. She was lovely, with vivid blue eyes that peered from under dark lashes, bold against the auburn shade of her hair that was glossy and held a floral scent. Her smile was framed with full lips, her hand slipping into his own and beckoning him to follow her to her bed. 

In the privacy of her quarters, she was incredulous with his request. “You only wish… to learn?”

“Yes, lady,” and he pursed his lips, his drawn expression decorated with the bloom of red blotches. 

“And that is all, truly?”

Osferth only nodded.

“Oh, my,”  and her realization glowed, warming her painted features. “You are in love?” 

He could not answer her but his silence was confirmation enough; with the silver already paid, she disrobed and pulled him towards the mattress with her pitied gaze. She was kind, patient with him, with her soft guidance of his hands to explore the anatomy of a woman with his fingertips. He had enough intuition to follow in tandem to her soft pants and gasps, a glow of pride watching the bloom of her climax flutter over and the clench around his digits that confirmed her release. 

She was flushed and laid against the pillows, her heart thrumming underneath the sweat sheen glow of her bare skin. “May I see what you have to offer?” her curiosity had the best of her when she finally regained her breath. 

Osferth obediently disrobed and she felt her thighs clench at the sight of him. “My lord,” she breathed, a lusty haze over her half-lidded eyes. “Are you certain that you do not want to lay with me?” 

He did not, but thanked her for the services rendered. The following day, as they made their way back to Coccham, did Osferth relive those intimate moments, his mind flitting over the instructions of the whore while also shamefully wondering what sweet sounds Keavy capable of, and how he wished to find out. 

“It is hopeless, lord,” the bawdy tone of the Irishman brought him back to the present moment, atop his horse with the crisp air licking his face. Osferth peered towards the men and their smiles exchanged. Uhtred did not look back, but he saw how the corners of his eyes crinkled as well. “We thought the whore would clean his mind of her, but here he is…” 

“Helplessly besotted?” Uhtred offered and only then did his head turn, a kind glimmer in the blue of his eyes. “Osferth, what do you intend to do about this? Allow this pining to accompany you across Northumbria?” 

He still was not sure.

“A woman has telltale signs–”

“He is oblivious of them, lord!” Finan cut in. 

Uhtred continued over the low chortle from the rest of the men. “There will be a moment presented and you will only need to respond to it.” 

Coccham was already thrumming with celebration for the blood month when they returned. Osferth cleaned and changed, weaving throughout the crowds and its combination of music playing and laughter, the rich spices of cooked meat and spilled ale heavy in the air. 

Osferth was determined to find her and Keavy followed him, without question, without hesitation, and they came to the outskirts of the festivities, distant enough to allow some privacy. The golden amber of the fire made her glow, a warmth to her features, accentuating the gold ring that complemented her green eyes and her smile exaggerating the dimple from the scarring on her cheekbone.

She has suffered so much, it reminded him. Uncertainty settled over him and came out in the question. “What am I to you?”

And her answer was lyrical, painting him in a light he did not feel was earned. He felt morose, as though there was a debt owed, so lost in that thought that he only caught the end of the kiss; he tried to catch her arm, to bring her close. 

Instead, he allowed her to walk away. 

Osferth remained rooted to the spot, his eyes looking over the flames that licked the logs and he heard the bawdy tone, once again, of the Irishman. “Don’t let my pet name rot your brain, baby monk,” and he looked to see his mug raised towards him. “You are still a man.” 

His words sparked and Osferth left with a renewed vitality to his steps as he made his way towards the barracks, his knuckles rapping with urgency against her door. Moments ticked away before he realized its vacancy, and felt the returned uncertainty that smothered his fire to find her. Instead, he slipped into his room, lighting a candle and sinking into the mattress, his head heavy in his hands. 

There was a soft tap on his closed door and he did not look up, just a muffled call out. “Come in,” knowing already it would be Sihtric, or Finan perhaps, coming to tease him still. 

But it was a quiet entrance, accompanied with the familiar scent of rosemary and thyme, with the hint of rose petals. He looked up to see Keavy close the door behind her, leaning against flushed with the pink hues that spilled from her cheeks to her chest, that rose and fell with her silent breaths. 

Osferth was quick to push himself to stand, a step towards her. “Keavy, earlier, what I meant to ask you–” 

His question was stilled on his tongue as she moved to press her lips against his, the welcomed warmth as she melded against his chest. It was chaste and when she shifted, his arms moved to wrap around the small of her waist, pulling her flush against him. With his soft moan, her tongue was hesitant to taste but he reciprocated, meeting with the languid pace she set. 

Her touch was shy and his fingers flitted over, taking their turns to remove layers until they were both bare. He noted her trepidation, the solemn expression that robbed him of her sweet smile that he always carried with him. Osferth cupped her face and she leaned into his touch, his thumb careful to trail the scar along her jawbone. 

“I would never hurt you,” he whispered with a kiss, a promise. “I will only go as far as you allow.” 

His heart pulled with the curl of her lips, the glimmer of gold halo from the candle lit reflecting in her eyes. “I know,” and Keavy kissed him again.

Osferth combed his fingers through her soft curls, the smell of roses now lingering with his touch, and he pulled her closer, walking her towards the bed. She moved to lay back against the mattress and his pupils swallowed the blue of his eyes at the sight of her, with how the rose coloring flushed her in the most enticing way. 

Keavy pushed back up to her elbows and his gaze watched the natural slope of her breasts, the soft folds of her curves. “Osferth,” her words were both bashful and bold. “Come here.” 

And he obliged, kneeling between her like before an altar, his lips touching the inside of her knee with a trail of open-mouthed kisses towards her center, hot against the silk of her thighs and each carefully placed to savor, to bask in a scent that was so intimately her own. 

The sweet sounds that spilled from her kiss-swollen lips caused his cock to twitch. “Osferth,” she breathed, her back arching with his touch, taking handfuls of his dirty blonde locks, pulling him closer. 

His palms molded into the inside of her thighs, a gentle squeeze so she was aware as he moved towards her center, his fingers flitting through her dark curls over her silken folds. His tongue was tentative, gentle to begin, and listening for the unmistakable gasp that left her lips, fueled from the passion that was curling at the base of her spine and pinning her to the bed. Oferth hummed against her cunt and her thighs tightened around his face, but he pressed forward with the curl of one finger, and then another, pushing within her velvet walls until she melted with his touch. 

“Osferth,” tears brimmed her eyes, her words, and her hands grasped at the bedsheets. “Please, don’t stop.” 

He hummed again and its vibration, in tandem with the ministrations of his fingers, his mouth, tipped her over the edge. Her ecstasy spilled, flushing throughout her body, a ripple of gooseflesh and her nipples peaked with her pleasure as he continued throughout its entirety, and before he pulled his fingers from her, he placed a gentle kiss to the bloom above her entrance. 

As he cleaned his fingers, she reached to pull him towards her, capturing his mouth with a hungry rapture, enjoying her taste on his lips. His kisses and caresses renewed, with an unadulterated adoration for every inch of her skin bared. 

“Osferth,” she begged between pants, “I need you.” 

Osferth burned with her words and was careful to shift his weight, a genial glide as he sheathed inside her cunt. He paused, burying his face into her neck so she was unable to see his pained expression from how she clenched, steadying his breath as she feathered kisses along his jaw, to the soft divot underneath. 

This is how it is meant to be, was the sweet thought that waltzed across her mind as he turned to capture her mouth. Keavy hummed against his lips, “Osferth, please,” she repeated and only then did he begin to rock against her hips. 

The slow motion of his hips rekindled a prurient pleasure that coiled within her, her nails biting against his pale skin and leaving crescent marks on his shoulders. Osferth panted between his fevered kisses against the curve of her neck and she mewled pitifully with the crash of her second release, with a clenching desperation for his own peak and he groaned, with a low rumble from the back of his throat as he followed after. 

She settled against his chest, curled in the bedsheets and their bare limbs entangled, with nothing but the soft exchange of their breaths. In the quiet, there was a burning curiosity and she dared to ask him. “How long have you felt this, Osferth?” 

And she felt his rumbled hum vibrate throughout his chest before he answered. “Always,” and then he placed a gentle kiss on her hairline.  

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Monstreous May Part 4 - The Undead

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A/N: I love vampire boys! This series takes place adjacent to my Vampire Fic The Latest Plague, some parts take place before, some during and some after. Divider by cafekitsune

Pairing: Osferth/Sihtric

Rating: M

Words: 1305

TWs: vampires. vigrin osferth. first times. grinding. feeding. feeding kink. oral sex. masturbation. teasing.

Summary: Osferth joined the group in Coccham and after seeing how unnerved by being surrounded by the undead made the young man, Sihtric goes out of his way to make the baby monk feel safe and welcome.

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When Sihtric first met Osferth he wasn't sure what to make of the young man dressed in the robes of a christian monk who approached Uhtred on the step outside Aethelflaed's wedding. He wasn’t paying as much attention as he probably should have been, distracted as he was by what he had seen in that graveyard. Distracted by the promise of a hunt with Uhtred and Finan for a job well done, followed by a good and proper humping.

Finding Osferth in Coccham after the journey to Lunden and Uhtred's meeting with the Thurgilson brothers was a surprise. He honestly hadn't thought the baby monk would show up and yet there he was, sitting at Gisela's table, eating a bowl of hot stew.

Sihtric wanted to be mistrustful of a Christian son of King Alfred but he felt a kinship to the other young man for being born a bastard. He knew the kind of shame that came with that so decided to give Osferth the benefit of the doubt. 

He started with just observing Osferth, learning what he could and trying to find a good opening to approach the other man. Sihtric got the opportunity when he saw how unnerved Osferth was by the vampires in Uhtred's household. The flash of fear whenever one of the vampire's let some of their nature show. 

Most of Coccham inhabitants were human, but several of Uhtred's personal guards, Finan and Sihtric included, were all vampires, along with the Lord himself. While Osferth had heard much of Uhtred from his Uncle prior to his death, he obviously had not heard the news of Uhtred being turned and didn't know how to react.

Sihtric decided that much like he had done with Finan, he would show Osferth that vampires were more than what the church taught that they were. That they were not soulless monsters set only on killing, so Sihtric goes out of his way to make the baby monk feel safe and welcome.

He started simply, by inviting Osferth to join him and Finan during meals; they needed blood to heal and thrive but could eat when the occasion called for it. He offered to show him around Coccham, had Osferth join him in caring for the horses, and he even offered to begin his sword training.

They end up spending a lot of time alone together, discussing their upbringings, their shared status as bastards, even their religion and over time became quite close. Sihtric had never realized how close until one sunny afternoon spent laying by the river Osferth leaned over and kissed him.

It was just a chaste press of lips, over before Sihtric had a chance to react but it was enough to spark the start of their relationship. Now most of their time together concluded with kissing and soft touches. It was slow and sweet, exploring, and so very different from Sihtric's other two relationships. Both Uhtred and Finan had come to Sihtric already well versed as lovers, Osferth was Sihtric first virgin and he found he quite liked teaching the other man all the ways to feel good.

As Osferth's confidence grew, so did the boldness of his actions. Chaste kisses became open mouthed, with tongue and teeth, deep enough to leave them both breathless. Soft touches moved under clothing and grip turned tight enough to leave bruises, prompting hips to grind together. Their relationship continued to escalate until one night, as the two lay entwined on Sihtric's bed, the vampire on his back with Osferth cradled snugly between his thighs, when Osferth propped himself up on an elbow and asked for something Sihtric never expected.

“Would you feed from me, Sihtric?”

Sihtric was completely caught off guard, he hadn't expected Osferth to want such a thing but he couldn't help the mixture of arousal and excitement which filled his body.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes please,” He reassured, voice soft but earnest, “I wish to know what it feels like.”

Sihtric turned them over so Osferth was sprawled on his back and they removed his tunic so his chest was bare.

Sihtric kissed up his stomach, his chest, paying special attention to the curve of new muscles which had started to form on the other man after weeks of training. He worked his way up to Osferth's mouth and they spent several long minutes kissing and grinding together until a flush of arousal had spread across Osferth's cheeks and down his chest.

Sihtric separated them enough so he could whisper in Osferth's ear, “ready?” He asked, nipping the skin below his mouth.

Osferth moaned and tipped his head back, “yes! Please!” He begged, squirming impatiently from underneath the Dane. 

Sihtric licked a line from Osferth's ear down to where his pulse beat most enticingly in his neck and bites down. The taste of Osferth's blood flooded his mouth, sweet and rich and hot and Sihtric moaned as he took the first swallow. He gripped Osferth tightly by the hips as the younger man whined, desperate and loud as his hips bucked up and their hard cocks ground together in their trousers.

Sihtric only swallowed a few delicious mouthfuls before he pulled back and licked the wound until it closed. It didn't want to risk taking too much and hurting Osferth.

Osferth didn't smell hurt, he smelled like a mix of arousal and embarrassment and that wouldn't do. He didn't have any reason to be embarrassed, Sihtric liked that he enjoyed being fed on. Liked it even more then when Uhtred or Finan got aroused from having his fangs in their flesh.

Sihtric cupped Osferth's cheek and made the other man meet his gaze. Osferth's eyes were hazy with arousal and his face was deep red.

“Good?” He asked, just to be sure.

Osferth nodded wordlessly and Sihtric felt his cock throbbed at the confirmation that sweet, christian-raised Osferth, enjoyed being fed on, even if the fact did embarrass him.

“Sihtric…. Please” Osferth begged, face going even redder.

“What do you want?”

“Touch me please.” They had never taken that step before but Sihtric was more than willing. He rolled his hips down testingly, and when Osferth threw his head back and groaned he did it again, and again. Chasing the embarrassment away until it was replaced with just the tantalizing smell of arousal and desperation, Osferth's arms wrapped around his shoulders and held Sihtric tight.

Sihtric pulled them to the edge of the bed and ignoring Osferth's protests, slid off the side to drop to his knees between Osferth’s thighs. Osferth caught on to his intentions quickly and together they got his trousers unlaced and his cock out. It was long and slender, just like the man it was attached to, and Sihtric wasted no time getting his mouth on it.

It was over fast, Osferth's inexperience combined with his already heightened state of arousal had him spilled down Sihtric's throat in no time, gasping and whining so sweetly.

Sihtric barely gets a hand around his own cock before he was spilling on the floor, coming like a green boy himself. 

Osferth was still catching his breath when Sihtric pulled himself off the floor and helped the younger man get himself tucked away. Deciding to ignore his own mess on the floor for the time being he crawled back onto the bed, pulling Osferth into his arms instead. They fall asleep like that, Sihtric holding Osferth tightly to his chest.

The next morning when Osferth and Sihtric arrived for the day's training together, clothing rumpled and with Sihtric's bite mark clearly visible on Osferth's neck Uhtred and Finan shared a knowing look. Sihtric groaned to himself, but accepted the teasing comments with good cheer and got them back by putting first Finan, then Uhtred on their ass the first chance he got.

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The Whore of Winchester

Note: yes, I'm still alive and managed to finally get this little fic out, this could be the start of a huge fic I've been plotting for months in secret :)

Warnings: 18+ suggestive/light smut, reader is a whore so there's that.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Finan brought you a new client.

wordcount: 1,6k

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Chapter 1.

Being a whore in Winchester wasn't a job you ever imagined doing, but there simply weren't many other possibilities for pretty ladies in the town. You didn't hate it, but you were also glad whenever you could take a day off. However, the owner of the whorehouse truly looked after you and the other girls, and there were very rarely situations that left one harmed or upset. You knew that wasn't the case in every whorehouse, so you did count yourself lucky to be working at one where people cared about your wellbeing and safety.

You often had the same men who visited you a few times a week, or who would visit you whenever they were in town during their travels, and many of them were priests or Saxon men with families in different towns, but never Danes. Having a rather steady clientele made sure you could always afford food and a roof above your head, but you were careful with each client who wanted to see you again, seeking out their intentions. And you weren't the only one who had regulars, the other girls did too. One of them was frequently visited by Lord Uhtred, before he got married to Lady Gisela, and you knew he was a good man who protected the city and sometimes even the alehouse and the whorehouse you worked at. 

But Uhtred was rarely alone. He always had a man next to him, an Irish man to be more precise, and his name was Finan. Finan was a man who had visited you on several occasions too, so you weren't surprised when he showed up one evening asking around for you. You caught the whispers in the hallways that Finan was looking for you, so you quickly tied up your hair and straightened your linen dress before you made haste to find him.

The bar downstairs of the whorehouse was warm, crowded and loud. The smell of ale, sweat and smoked meat lingered in the air while you made your way through the crowd, feeling your worn out shoes stick to the floor at times where drinks had spilled, men had puked and blood had been shed during fights earlier that evening. You spotted the dark haired man near one of the far corners and you pushed past the countless men who gave you their best smiles, despite missing most of their teeth and stinking like swines they still thought they could win your heart, but they never would. You tapped the Irish man's shoulders once you were close enough, and you cleared your throat.

'Finan?' you smiled, 'I hear you are asking for me. Are you in need of a nice evening?' you batted your lashes at the Irish man, knowing he was kind and paid royally.

'My beautiful lady,' Finan smirked and kissed your hand, 'this time it is not me who is looking for a hump,' he said and firmly gripped the shoulder of a young man next to him, 'this stallion is in desperate need to be taken care of.'

'Is he now?' you asked, teasingly.

You looked the unfamiliar man up and down. He was tall, lean and very handsome. He was a bit younger than Finan and Uhtred, but he was a man regardless. You could tell he had long hair, which was braided and tied in the back, and he had several tattoos on his fingers and one in his neck. You caught a glimpse of his eyes when he looked up at you, and you noticed they were both differently coloured before he quickly averted his eyes again.

'Aye,' Finan grinned, 'his name is Sihtric, and he's a Dane.'

'A… Dane?' you furrowed your brow, 'a Dane in… in Winchester?'

'Aye. He's the bastard son of Kjartan the Cruel,' Finan said, and you gasped lightly, 'but do not worry, my lady. He may have come to us as a spy, but he has sworn loyalty to Uhtred and he's been with us ever since. And now,' he squeezed the young man's shoulder, 'he deserves to have a treat for his loyalty.'

'Well,' you chuckled and brushed your fingers over Sihtric's biceps, 'you know I can give him a treat,' you winked.

'Exactly,' Finan smiled, 'that's why I brought him to you. So,' he cleared his throat, 'I'll be off. He has silver to pay you with, so make sure to take care of him, aye?'

You laughed and shook your head lightly as the Irish man left, and you took Sihtric's hand. You slowly pulled him with you through the packed alehouse, up the stairs and to the room where you always did your job. Sihtric followed you eagerly, his hand was warm and a little damp. You could tell he was nervous, but his excitement was more prominent and he relaxed fairly easily once you had him sit on the bed. 

Candles lit up your small room and the smell of hay from the stables outside was always there, but it covered the foul air from the alehouse downstairs. You locked the door and Sihtric leaned back on the bed as you returned to him, inviting you to hike up your skirt and straddle his lap. The wooden bedframe creaked lightly as you seated yourself onto his lap, and you were deaf to the faint sound of a brawl just outside your window, as you only heard the Dane's slow, heavy breathing.

'So, Sihtric,' you purred and began to slowly work his leather belt, 'a Dane, hm?' you chuckled, 'I've never been with a Dane before.'

Sihtric hummed softly and chuckled, then looked up at you and wetted his dry, chapped lips with the tip of his tongue as he looked you up and down. 'I'll try to not disappoint you, lady,' he said with a smooth, honeyed voice and a light accent, while a shy smile appeared on his face.

You felt a heat burn up inside of you at just the sound of his voice, something that had never happened to you before, and you knew you were in for a good time yourself too. Not only was your client handsome, but he also seemed well-mannered and, as you felt his arousal already pressed up against your unclothed folds, you already knew his size wouldn't disappoint you either.

'Well, we'll see about that, pretty boy,' you smiled and dropped his belt next to the bed, on the wooden floor. 'Tell me what you like,' you said while you trailed your hands up his muscular, veiny arms, and your fingers began to tug at the laces on his right shoulder, loosening his leather tunic.

'Anything,' Sihtric smiled, and he carefully placed his big hands on your waist while he gazed at your bosom in front of him.

'Anything?' you purred.

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed again and looked down at your hands working his tunic, before he brought his eyes back to your breasts again.

'You like what you see?' you chuckled when you noticed the young man couldn't keep his eyes off you, and you moved your hands to his shoulders, then down his biceps.

Sihtric only hummed in reply and, before you took off his tunic, you slid off his golden arm rings which he wore one on each arm. Then you took off his golden neck ring too, each ring he had earned for doing good work, and you then began to untie the laces on both his sides. Once his tunic was finally off, leaving him in just his breeches, you admired his perfectly toned body with your hands and eyes.

'My,' you breathed as your hands explored the many scars on his near perfect, 'what a sight to behold. Not many ladies are lucky to be visited by a handsome man such as yourself.'

'Is that so?' Sihtric smiled up at you, a hint of shyness lingered in his eyes while his voice betrayed his cockiness, 'then we are both lucky, my lady, for not many whores are as beautiful as you.'

You felt yourself blush at his words, another thing that was new to you, for no man had ever set your cheeks ablaze like this Dane did. You smiled at him while you slowly pushed the top of your dress down, exposing your breasts completely.

'You are not married?' you asked and took his hands, placing them onto your fully revealed flesh.

'I am not,' Sihtric hummed and his rough, warm hands squeezed you firm, but gentle.

You grinded in his lap as you still straddled him, feeling his bulge twitch underneath you with excitement while you could barely contain yourself for once. Your hands squeezed his shoulders as you began to pick up your pace, adding more pressure while you continued to tease not only him, but also yourself. Sihtric soon became needier, his breath raspy while he watched with adoration how you rutted against him so desperately. You then stopped your movements and got off him, sliding your dress down and stepping out of the fabric once on the floor, while the Dane wasted no time and pulled down his breeches just far enough to free his length. Your mouth watered and the tension in your core became unbearable at the sight of his hard cock, precum oozing from the tip as he gave himself a few strokes. He slowly drew in his bottom lip, his eyes fixated on you entirely while he slowly worked himself, his muscular chest heaving up and down fast while his breathing became heavier with each stroke. His mismatched eyes darted all over you, from your face, to your breasts, to your thighs, down and up your legs and to your cunt, only to look back into your eyes again. Then, you stepped closer and laid yourself upon the bed, spreading your legs slowly which earned you a needy grunt from Sihtric while he still touched himself at the sight of you.

'Show me how a Dane does it,' you breathed and bit down a smile while you beckoned him over, 'use me, Sihtric, and don't stop until you're satisfied.'

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Ten | Vagabond | The Last Kingdom

"I thought I lost you," 

"I never want to feel that way again."

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"Lord Aldhelm," I greeted as he waited outside, his gaze fixed on Aethelflaed. "Y/n," he replied as Uhtred and Aethelflaed finally emerged smiling and laughing between themselves.

"They're quite a pair," I observed, prompting Aldhelm to cast me a quizzical glance. "I'll admit, no one can replace the void Gisela left in his heart, but I believe they both deserve this chance at happiness," I added.

"She does indeed deserve it," Aldhelm agreed, rising to follow after Aethelflaed. I couldn't help but notice the way he also gazed at her, a certain longing evident.

I gave her a wave which she happily reciprocated before they rode off together. I had grown to enjoy her company a lot over the years certainly not the way Uhtred did but enough to form a solid bond, both of us found it easy to confide in each other. She understood things in ways others didn't and I appreciated that.

"Uhtred," I greeted as he lounged by the fire, a mischievous grin on his face. "My favourite person," he shot back, and I rolled my eyes. "You say that now, but once Finan and Sihtric return from Bebbanburg, I bet that'll change," I remarked, to which he tutted mumbling "Nonsense."

"Finan will be back," he teased, repeating what I said as I sighed. "Finan," he said again, earning a light smack on his chest from me. "Cut it out," I warned, but he only shrugged feigning innocence.

"I see the way you two look at each other, the way he looked at you when he first met you,the way he continues looking at you and the way you two seek each other out any available moment," he remarked, noticing my nervous fiddling with the ring on my finger.

"That's not true," I denied, but Uhtred persisted, "Everyone else sees it too, he practically worships the ground you walk on." 

Rising abruptly, I instructed him to go to bed, walking away as he called after me teasingly.

Indeed, Finan was unmistakably vocal about his affection for me. Yet, amidst his charming demeanour, I found myself questioning whether his declarations were merely the artistry of his personality or if they truly concealed deeper sentiments.

The notion of entangling myself romantically with Finan sparked a twinge of uncertainty within me. Was it wise to entertain the idea, considering the complexities that could unravel? 

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"Finan," I greeted with joy, pulling him into a warm embrace. "Sihtric, Osferth," Sihtric called out teasingly, and I released Finan, feeling a blush tint my cheeks.

Quickly, I embraced the remaining two, listening as they began to inform Uhtred of their findings in Bebbanburg.

Uhtred always had a knack for terrible plans that somehow managed to work in his favour, but this one seemed particularly dire.

Especially considering the fact that the king had refused our request for support meaning the current plan relied heavily on his son, the son he hadn't been in contact with for years, the son who wanted nothing to do with him.

After infiltrating Bebbanburg's gates, we found ourselves cornered by Uhtred's cousin Wihtgar, the devilish spawn of his uncle Aelfric, the same uncle who played a hand in Uhtred's imprisonment years ago.

The confrontation was far from graceful. Aelfric lay dead, struck down by an arrow fired by none other than his own son.

In a blink, Beocca lay lifeless on the ground across from me, having sacrificed himself to protect young Uhtred. As I watched the scene unfold, sorrow gripped my heart, and I couldn't help but ponder the depth of his sacrifice.

Deep down, I knew that the reason he was so willing to lay down his life was because of the void Thyra's absence had left in his heart. If she were still alive, perhaps he wouldn't have felt compelled to undertake such a reckless act.

Without a second thought, I lunged toward Beocca's lifeless body, shaking him desperately as I called out his name into the chaos.

"You have to wake up!" My voice broke as tears welled in my eyes, but there was no response, only the haunting silence of death lingering around us. In the midst of the distant sounds of battle and the piercing screams of anguish, all I could feel was an overwhelming sense of sorrow and despair gripping my heart.

As I knelt beside him, the weight of loss settled heavily upon me, the realization of losing yet another friend cutting deep into my soul.

"Y/n!" Finan's urgent voice broke through, and I felt a wetness on my stomach and leg. "We need to go now," he insisted, his worry etched deep into his features, mirroring the turmoil in his heart but the searing pain in my body protested otherwise. 

"I can't," I admitted, my gaze falling to the crimson stains spreading across my clothes.

An arrow had pierced my leg, and a jagged gash sliced across my stomach. Each breath was a battle against agony, every movement tortured. "Listen to me, you can't die too. I won't let you, not yet, please, not yet," Finan pleaded, his voice trembling with fear and desperation as he lifted my battered body into his arms.

He carried me to the boat, his steps heavy with the weight of desperation and worry. Despite my best efforts to cling to consciousness, the darkness eventually claimed me.

When I woke, coughing up water, the pain in my stomach and leg flared like a raging inferno. I attempted to press my hand against my wounds, but the agony rendered me utterly motionless.

Beside me, Finan sat with red-rimmed eyes, his grip on my hand tight enough to anchor me to the world. "Thank god you're awake," he breathed, relief flooding his features, each line of worry melting away in that moment.

"What happened?" I rasped, and he began recounting our narrow escape from Bebbanburg. With each word, the weight of our ordeal pressed down upon us. As the stinging pain returned, he urged me to rest, his voice a soothing balm against the chaos of my mind, and I drifted in and out of consciousness once more.

When I awoke again, cloth covered my wounds, and Finan slept nearby, his presence a steadfast beacon of comfort in the darkness and uncertainty that surrounded us.

"Finan," I whispered hoarsely, and he jolted awake, his eyes wide with concern. "You're okay," he rushed out, the words a fervent prayer answered, as I weakly nodded in response. "You wouldn't wake up for a long time, and your breathing was so shallow," he confessed, the vulnerability in his voice echoing the depth of his fear.

"Where's Uhtred, Sihtric, and Osferth? Are they alright?" I inquired, the concern weighing heavy on my heart, and he assured me they were safe, but my scare had shaken them all to their core.

"Finan, were you crying?" I asked softly, brushing my hand over his tear-stained face, catching a flicker of embarrassment in his eyes. 

"You scared me, woman," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion as he grasped my hand tightly in his own. The tremor in his touch echoed the frenzy within his heart. "I thought I lost you," he whispered, his words heavy with the weight of his fears. "I never want to feel that way again."

His vulnerability took me aback, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within me. I felt the weight of his unspoken fears, the longing in his eyes resonating with the echoes of my own. "I won't leave you all that easily," I reassured him, my voice soft yet resolute.

His eyes searched mine with an intensity that spoke volumes as if seeking permission. His gaze flickered between my lips and my eyes, a dance of longing and anticipation that left my heart racing.

Before I could comprehend his intentions, he leaned in. His touch was gentle yet urgent, a whisper of longing that ignited a spark within me. I surrendered to the pull of our shared destiny, to the magnetic force drawing us together.

Our lips met in a tender embrace, a delicate dance of passion and vulnerability. Each caress, each brush of our lips spoke of a longing that transcended words. The kiss was gentle and tender as though any forcefulness might shatter the fragile moment.

When he pulled away, his hand lingered on my cheek. I looked up at him, my heart still fluttering with the echoes of our kiss, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken bond that tethered us together. 

"How's Uhtred?" I asked, attempting to divert the conversation, but the longing in my voice betrayed my true thoughts, my heart yearning for reassurance in the wake of our ordeal. Finan's chuckle washed over me, his laughter carrying the weight of unspoken desires.

"After giving you the best kiss of your life, you're worried about another man?" he teased, his words laced with playful affection. I laughed in response, though the twinge of pain in my stomach and leg served as a reminder of the reality we faced.

"He may be broken," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, concern etched into every syllable, but Finan's reassuring touch offered comfort. "He's merely grieving," he assured me, his voice a steady anchor.

"We need to return south, we'll need horses and provisions," he added, his words tinged with urgency as he spoke of our next steps. I nodded in silent agreement.

As I glanced down at the ring adorning my finger, a pang of melancholy gripped my heart. With a heavy heart, I began to pull it off.

Finan stopped my hand, his touch gentle yet firm. "Keep it," he insisted, his voice soft yet resolute. I frowned, "Are you going soft on me after just one kiss?" I teased, attempting to lighten the mood, but the furrow in his brow hinted at cluelessness.

"Never mind," I said, realizing it wasn't the right moment to delve into the intricacies of modern language. With a nod, he left to confer with Sihtric.

Barely a few steps away, he returned, his presence commanding my attention once more. In an instant, his lips captured mine, igniting a fire within me that burned with a hunger I hadn't known existed. 

"Now we make it two kisses," he declared with a smirk, his words a promise of the passion that lay between us, before departing once more.

As I trailed a finger over my lips, a different kind of feeling enveloped me, one I hadn't experienced in years. It was a feeling akin to what I once felt with Atlas, a longing, a softness, and a desire that whispered of the possibility of something more.

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FINALLY also I listened to reflections by the neighbourhood on repeat whilst writing this part for some reason 😌

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Can you do prompt 7 with Sihtric x female reader x finan? 🖤❤️💕🖤❤️💕

Notes: I can :D, and I had a lot of fun

Pairing: Sihtric x Finan x F!Reader

Warning: Eh, no idea. Bruises? Wounds? Dispute?

Summary: It was Finan's idea to train with you and Sihtric. Since Sihtric and you keep arguing about which of you is better, it soon gets out of hand.

Even in Coccham you could hear your battle cries and insults. "Again?" asked Gisela. Uhtred, leaning against a beam, looking towards the exit gate and nodding in annoyance as confirmation.

"If this doesn't stop, one will kill the other" she spoke anxiously. Uhtred began to grin, "That will never happen, they just need to find out how they feel about each other" he walked into the great hall, leaving a thoughtful Gisela behind.

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"I told you to raise your shield," Sihtric shouted as if you were deaf, your sword hand wiping your lip. It had split open when Sihtric hit you hard on the head with his shield. "And I told you I had something in my eye," you replied, spitting out the blood that was pooling in your mouth.

He looked at Finan for a moment before answering you, "Do you think your opponent pays attention if you have something in your eye?" Finan raised his hands placatingly. "Ey, I said faking not strike" - "But she won't learn any other way" Sihtric replied, putting himself back in attack stance.

"This is a training session, I'll get the wooden swords before anything happens" before Finan even turned around, he got a negative sound from Sihtric and you at the same time.

The first time today that you both agreed. Training was with real swords, wooden swords were for beginners like Osferth and neither you nor Sihtric were beginners.

"Okay, then please, don't act childish. We're in training, you can be considerate of the other person," Finan said and looked closely at Sihtric. But he shook his head, "The training session says it all, Finan. I am like a real attacker, she must learn to behave like a man, not like a woman".

"But she is a woman and our friend" Finan said and looked at you apologetically "To me, she is just an attacker, woman or not" - "Do you know what you are to me?" Finan who had turned to Sihtric who did not leave his attack position turned back to you and raised his eyebrows by your words.

"Leave it" he said and raised a hand in your direction, but you couldn't help it "You look like a crab trying to hide behind a piece of wood" you emphasized crab and hoped to seem original with your insult, it worked.

His face darkened, and he raised his sword over his shield, ready to stab. The fact that you started laughing at the sight of him made him visibly angrier. Finan now approached you, "Must you, must you stoop to his level?" You looked at Sihtric and nodded briefly.

"I think we'll leave it for today" Finan said and walked towards the gate, "Let's drink heartily". Again came a negative noise, but this time not from you, but from Sihtric.

"Not until I show her I'm better…." He thought about it for a long time, but added nothing more. Finan sighed and turned back to you, folding his hands behind his back. He looked like he was thinking about getting help.

"What do you expect from a bastard?" you spoke sourly and spat out again, your eyes watching Sihtric closely as he slowly crept around you. "Now get ready" he said, but you did not see fit to take up a fighting stance.

That pissed Sihtric off, and you knew it, that's what you were waiting for. He attacked you, and you raised your sword to feign a blow, and he reacted, he raised his shield, and he no longer protected his body. Your shield this time, without feinting, whizzed into the area of his stomach.

He fell to the ground and groaned in pain. "You see, I'm better" - "Stop it now, for God's sake … you shall not kill each other" Finan tried to get between you both, but Sihtric was quick on his feet and pushed Finan aside. "A woman can't be better" he said, wrinkling his nose before attacking.

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For quite some time your battle went on, shield met shield, sword met sword, the clang could be heard far and wide and many inhabitants had gathered to take part in the spectacle. Besides that, a Finan paced excitedly, his pendant around his neck, in his mouth, sending up prayers to heaven.

It seemed like you were evenly matched, but neither of you wanted to give up. You just turned away from a sword slash, but Sihtric was quick, his shield, hit you on the shoulder and you lost your balance.

Again he threw down his sword, but you were able to raise your sword in time to defend yourself and his blade slammed loudly on yours. You looked at each other briefly, anger was on his face, and you wondered why for a moment.

You push him away from you and run towards him, your shield slammed right into his chest, and you hear him trying to catch his breath, your chance, again you raised your shield as fast as you could and hit him in the face, he went down. Startled, he looked at you, blood flowing down his cheek.

"If I wanted to you would be dead right now" you say out of breath and reach out a hand to him, he pushed it away "Then do it" he yelled. He wiped his cheek and went to reach for the sword he had lost, but you pushed it away with your foot, "Enough" you said and turned away from him.

"Thank God" Finan spoke and came towards you and Sihtric, but stopped, startled, when Sihtric grabbed his dagger and jumped up. "It's over when I say it's over" he spoke, he had not lost his will to fight.

He ran towards you, the people shouted at you to watch out, but you were not fast enough. Sihtric lashed out and the dagger cut across your cheek. It hurt, it bled, but you just stood still and looked at him.

His face changed abruptly, it became softer, and he dropped his dagger "I… I … I'm sorry" he spoke softly. Finan, was with you, he had taken your face in both hands and was looking at the wound.

But your eyes were only on Sihtric and slowly your face had to change too. "No, no" said Finan. "Enough" he was angry, not at you, but at both of you.

"The Way you look, you should leave it" Sihtric spoke slowly and clearly, but your anger was growing, this man was driving you crazy. And his bickering about who was the better of the two of you was annoying you so much.

"That's enough, that's enough! Go, finally go Sihtric" Finan spoke and hit him against the shoulder, but he didn't move a bit and only looked at you challengingly. "Enough, everyone here" Finan walked away from you and shooed the bystanders home. Only reluctantly, one after the other disappeared.

"Do you want to fight?" asked Sihtric "Or do you want to kill me?" You narrowed your eyes, "Not sure yet" - "Oh for god's sake. Enough is enough…. And I won't say it again" Finan said formally, he was as out of breath as you and only because he was afraid you would go too far.

But before anything could happen, he took your swords and daggers away from you both and left with them. "I have the fed up. If I have such an idea again, God, then kill me on the spot…. Can't be true"

You hear Finan grumbling and muttering to himself for a long time, until everything became quiet. The eye contact with Sihtric did not break off in the whole time, and it took a long time until someone gave in, and you were surprised when it was Sihtric who spoke first.

"I don't want to kill you and I didn't want to hurt you" he meant it honestly, you realized. You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. "Next time, I won't be so lenient" He narrowed his eyes, "What? I was the one who held back here" He spoke angrily.

You turned around and walked away, but he followed you "I could have killed you" - "And you didn't, because you're a woman" - "What's that supposed to mean?" - "That you're too soft" - "I'm soft?" he nodded, "You're… You know what, get out of my sight" - "No, I'm going to tell you what you did wrong, your footwork is wrong and how you hold the sword" - "You just can't lose".....

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Your quarrel was heard by everyone who passed by the two of you. Neither of you gave in and only in the evening, when you were lying in your furs, was there peace, because Sihtric had made off.

Gisela asked you all evening why you and Sihtric couldn't just be friends. You didn't say anything, you weren't even sure yourself what was going on between you two. But you decided to go to bed as soon as possible to avoid her questions.

But to fall asleep was not to be thought, when Sihtric appeared beside you. "You are as strong as I am…." You looked at him questioningly, "Huh, What?" - "I just didn't want it to be true" - "Did I hit you too hard in the head?"

He rolled his eyes and turned around before looking over his shoulder. "You are strong and that even though you are a woman" he spoke softly. "Huh? ehm, thanks" was your uncertain answer, nothing more came from him, he left, leaving you thoughtful. You can still hear him going down the stairs.

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Crimes Of Passion | Part 9

Pairings: Finan x OFC & Sihtric x OFC

Summary: In the unravelling chaos Sihtric finally discovers Runa's plan.

Wordcount: 3.5k | Part 1 | Other works.

Warnings: MDNI18+.Alcohol consumption, smoking, mentions of violence, blood, death and use of weapons.. If I have missed anything please let me know!

Authors note: It's been a while, but here it is. A huge thank you to @arcielee for being a gem beta reading this and correcting my awful punctuation xo

During the drive back from The Beamfleot, with the sun still bathing the roads in its heat, Runa had insisted on being in the driver's seat, probably with the intention of leaving the group as soon as possible. Sihtric felt less confident than he originally had at the plan Uhtred and Runa had orchestrated and that unease only worsened after his boss broke the news of Aetheflaed’s intentions to flee with Erik. 

“So what do we do?” Sihtric’s lighter flaming to life sent a small trail of cigarette smoke into the air.

“Nothing changes, we get Aethelflaed out but Erik will be with her when we do,” Uhtred shrugged, finally taking a sip of his whiskey and looked to Runa, “Did Sigefrid take the bait?”

“He said he’ll consider it,” She shrugged.

“What if he says no?” Finan asked, finally taking a sip of his drink. 

“Then I just turn up on a day of our choosing and tell him I’ll join anyway.” 

“You know I can’t guarantee your safety with this plan, right?” Uhtred said, glancing between Runa and Sihtric, who inhaled deeply through his nose and took a swig of his whiskey.

“I know what I agreed to.” She doubled down.

“She can handle herself, she’ll be grand.” Finan smiled in an attempt to ease everyone. 

As the group worked their way through finishing the first bottle of whiskey, Gisela reappeared with a fresh bottle and a warm smile and spoke of her ideas for the new decor with Uhtred. Finan groaned when she mentioned trying to incorporate yellow to brighten the space and stood from the table taking the planning papers with him and pointing out proposed spaces for additional windows. 

As the Irishman went on a tangent about colour schemes being pointless, Uhtred and Clapa joined, leaving Runa and Sihtric alone at the table. 

“Stop looking so worried,” Runa muttered, growing tired of his worried eyes constantly falling on her. 

“Why did you agree to be a sacrificial lamb?” Sihtric breathed.

“This is only going to work with a distraction in place, and I’m no lamb.” She prodded the table emphasising her words. 

“So what are you then?” He asked, leaning his elbows onto the table. 

“A wolf in sheep's clothing.” She smiled and swilled her whiskey glass, beginning to feel tipsy. 

“Promise me you’ll find out who that cousin is before it all kicks off? You know he’ll go straight for you,” Sihtric kept his gaze forward with his serious tone, he didn’t like any part of this plan but he knew there was no use in trying to get it stopped. 

“It might not even go to shit.”

“Runa...” He groaned with his glass thudding on the wood. 

“Alright, I promise.” She offered calmly and hesitantly smoothed her hand along his shoulder, the warmth from her palm leaked through his shirt with ease and he relaxed at her touch.

There was barely a cloud in the light blue sky of the afternoon that was lighting up the inside of Bebbanburg’s Beacon. The occasional swirl of plaster dust lifted from the floor slowly resettling on the crinkling dust covers protecting new wood flooring, Finan and Clapa were trying to throw small nails into a mug a short distance away from them while Sihtric sat with Osferth, quietly discussing the younger man’s struggle with romance. 

“Runa called,” Uhtred announced, standing in the empty bar space with his hands on his hips and all four men looked to him, “It’s tonight.” 

Sihtric’s top lip curled up briefly and he let out a quiet huff; Osferth pressed his lips into a tight line knowing the worries his friend had at their next job. 

As the sun set, Sihtric watched the golden hues dance off Runa’s copper waves falling freely past her shoulders as she climbed the stairs of the hotel from his car near the back of the parking lot. His thumb tapped impatiently off the steering wheel as he checked the time again to see how long they had left before having to meet others at the back of the hotel. 

“Hey, if it comes down to it, you know she can handle a fight,” Finan soothed from the passenger seat.

“One with this amount of money involving men that would see her dead?” 

“Can’t believe I’m even admitting this,” Finan muttered and cleared his throat, “Runa is the last person I would want to back into a corner, if those lads have any sense they won’t even try it. Now, let’s get this done.”

Erik’s man, Dagfinn, opened the delivery bay door that was situated further down from the employee’s entrance in the alleyway and offered the group an apprehensive nod before leading them through a narrow corridor attached to the old victorian stairwells the chambermaids use to get around the hotel without being in the guests’ way. 

Climbing the even narrower and creaking stairs, they came up to the floor Aethelflaed was being kept on; not a single person was around as Dagfinn unlocked the door to reveal the young woman sat on the edge of the bed, anxiously fiddling with her fingers in her lap. 

“Uhtred!” She stood from the bed looking relieved that he had actually done as he said he would. 

“Let’s make this quick, we don’t have long.” He responded, guiding her out of the room back towards the stairwell they had just climbed where Erik now stood quietly waiting with Osferth and Clapa at his side.  

“Your brother?” Uhtred asked him.

“Distracted, as planned.” Erik answered, his blue eyes sparkling as they landed on Aethelflaed, for a moment Sihtric thought it was sweet, even if they were an odd coupling. 

“Hey!” A tall young man with ruddy hair called out from the end of the hallway and began to approach followed by a second person, “Where is she going?” 

“Not one of yours I’m guessing?” Finan asked Erik, shoving his hands in his pocket. 

“No, Sigefrid’s.” 

“Alright then.” The Irishman revealed his hands now covered in thick wide brass knuckle dusters and smiled as he turned to meet them. 

Before either of the two workers had the chance to ask any more questions, Finan smacked the closest once and he dropped like a sack of potatoes, making the other turn on his heel and bolt. 

“I got him.” Sihtric said coolly and gave chase. 

“No!” Erik called out but it was too late.

As Sihtric rounded the corner on the tail of the runner, they both stopped in their tracks as they stood face to face with a group of four other employees. One instantly launched themselves at Sihtric and he ducked, quickly tossing him over behind him, making the man crash through a wooden table. 

He straightened up just in time to block the one he’d chased,who was now brandishing a knife; Finan quickly caught up with what was happening and crushed the young man’s wrist, making him drop the knife and catching it in his own hand. He plunged the blade into his belly with a blank stare as Sihtric handled the others with Clapa. 

“You agree we get Aethelflaed out by any means necessary?” Uhtred asked Erik as he looked around the corridor. 

“Do what you have to.”

And with that Uhtred returned to the room Aetheflaed had been staying in followed by Osferth.

“Find me some matches.” Uhtred said calmly as he began to bundle up the sheets and pillows in the centre of the bed and he poured whiskey on top of the bedding. 

Osferth watched on with furrowed brows as Uhtred threw not one, but three lit matches onto the bed and a small fire came to life. As they returned to the hallway, Osferth was ordered to follow Sihtric and Finan who were now chasing the fleeing men through the hotel with Clapa. 

Just before going with Erik and Aethelflaed down the narrow staircase Uhtred pulled the red handle of a fire alarm, setting it off and alerting all guests to the fire. 

For Runa time seemed to slow down to almost a stand still as she began to step away from the plush sofa, the high pitched fire alarm was pulsating in her ear in time with the steady beat of her heart as she inched closer towards Sigefrid. Her hand flexed on her gun as she raised it and his head lifted with widened eyes as his man told him of Aetheflaed being taken; in that moment he realised he’d been played. 

As her finger pulled the trigger time snapped to its usual flow; Sigefrid put his hand up and ducked to the side with a guttural cry. Runa cursed at herself and stepped forward taking aim once again, not seeing Boltan launching himself at her from the left; she grunted with the air leaving her lungs as his clenched fist landed a heavy blow to her stomach and sent her backwards onto the floor. 

Swallowing the urge to vomit at the force she was unexpectedly hit with, another hard crack hit her ribs as the tall blue eyed man kicked her where she lay. Runa swung her hand that was still gripping the gun towards him and Boltan dropped to kneel on her chest, she involuntarily screamed out at the crushing weight making her lungs burn barely, noticing that she’d dropped her weapon in the struggle. 

Boltan’s eyes stared into her’s as he brought his hand to her face and pushed it sideways into the floor, harshly pressing it into the cold tiled floor. Runa squeezed her eyes shut and clawed at his arm and leg, trying her best to keep breathing when suddenly Boltan was gone. She gasped for breath sitting upright in an instant with her entire body burning and screaming at her when more hands gripped at her shoulders with fingers digging into the clothed flesh pulling her up off the floor. 

“Fuck off!” She rasped and threw her head back in an attempt to hit the person that had a hold of her. 

“It’s me! Runa, it’s me.” Sihtric yelled over the alarm still screeching through the building and turned her around.  

Her fingers gripped at his shirt sleeves with a panic visible in her eyes that Sihtric had never seen before. Looking to the right Runa saw Finan laying into Boltan with brass knuckle dusters hitting him all over his body with crimson patches blooming in the wake of his fists. 

“We have to go!” Osferth called from nearby, taking the time to grab Runa’s blazer and picking her gun up from the floor. 

The alarm fell silent letting the sounds of grunting and shouting be heard; Clapa was fighting his way through a group of men trying to clear a path for the group to exit, Finan and Sihtric were throwing their own punches to anyone approaching from the back and Osferth gripped Runa’s elbow keeping her close in the middle as she struggled to keep her body from going into shock. 

“Erik!” Sigefrid bellowed out over the chaos and the group looked to the lobby they were currently fighting their way towards. Erik paused with Uhtred at his side and quickly pulled Aethelflaed behind him to shield her from what was about to come their way. 

As the angry brother now cradling his hand with a bloody bullet hole through the centre, came barrelling towards the fleeing group with his men; Osferth instinctively curled his arm around Runa’s waist and dragged her backwards, protecting them both from the fresh crashing of bodies. Now that the group was dispersed and with a new wave of adrenaline coursing through her veins, Runa turned to Osferth who watched on wide eyed, much like he had during the fight at The Dunholm. 

“Get to Uhtred, go.” She pointed him in the direction of his boss struggling to protect Aethelflaed, glancing over her shoulder she witnessed Weland grappling with Sihtric pushing him further back into the casino that was starting to fill with smoke with brutal strikes. Thinking on her toes, she tugged her blazer free from Osferth’s grasp and nudged him away. 

“Runa!” Osferth yelled, wanting her to go with him. 

Ducking and weaving her way through the fight, she twisted the blazer in her hands and wrapped it around them tightly into the form of a makeshift garrote as she came up on the back of Weland; with a deep breath, she leaped and threw it over his neck pulling it tight with a grunt. 

The mountain like man stumbled and grabbed at the material restricting his breathing as Runa’s knee dug into his back. Sihtric took the opportunity to straighten his stance and steady his staggered breaths, with the grit of his teeth he followed right hook with left hook punches to Weland’s ribs causing him to double over from the attacks on both sides. 

Weland tried to fling Runa off of him with no luck and Sihtric launched upwards with an uppercut taking the giant off his feet causing him and Runa to fall back into the glass table she had been sitting at not long ago. 

No noise left Runa as the glass shattered underneath her, with Weland crushing her much smaller frame, but the beast was not done fighting as he managed to produce a switchblade from his trousers. Her face contorted into one of pain as she struggled pulling the fabric around his throat even tighter and feeling small shards cut into her skin. 

Without a second thought Sihtric rushed forward and wrestled the knife free from Weland slamming the blade into his torso repeatedly until his body went limp. Runa’s arms dropped down with a low grumble as Sihtric rolled the dying man off her and helped her to her feet. 

“This place is burnin-” 

A single gunshot ringing out made everything stop, the fighting, the shouting, all of the chaos. In the middle of the hotel lobby Osferth stood stone-faced, holding Runa’s smoking revolver and Sigefrid laying at his feet, dead.

“Fuck.” Was all Runa could whisper at the scene. 

Standing outside in the parking lot next to her car, Runa watched in an almost trance like state at the fire engines working overtime to put out the flames that had grown and were devouring the hotel along with the buildings either side of it; it had taken longer than usual for the emergency services to arrive because they thought it was just a standard evening at The Beamfleot casino for its now deceased owners. 

Finan, with his hands and shirt bloodied and face grief stricken, sat beside Osferth on the bonnet of another car in silence, the flashing blue lights illuminating his vacant expression. Sihtric put a lit cigarette into Runa’s fingers as six bodies were loaded up into waiting ambulances, the cries of Aethelflaed finally being quietened by Steapa’s car door closing on her. 

“Let me take you home, there’s nothing left for us to do here,” Sihtric spoke to Runa quietly, and without thinking, she nodded. It  wasn’t until the car pulled up outside her house and Sihtric, being the gentleman that he always is, opened the passenger door for her. 

“Thank you, I can manage from here.” She smiled weakly, trying to suppress her wince from the pain all over her body. 

“No, look at the state of you, come on.” He took her hand and she was in no position to argue with him. 

She had spent the drive leant forward because there were still small shards of glass embedded into her shirt and skin, but as Sihtric pulled the key from under her doormat and unlocked it panic set in. Whether she wanted to argue or not, it was coming. 

“Sihtric, wait.” Runa said with a hand on his arm as he pushed open the front door to reveal the dark hallway littered with haphazardly stacked boxes. 

He paused at the sight, then flicked the light switch confirming that his eyes were not deceiving him. 

“Runa?” 

She didn’t respond as she walked past him with a large ball of regret building in the pit of her stomach. Sihtric followed her past the stacks into the living room where there were more half packed boxes with old newspapers piled up next to them to protect the more delicate items. 

“How long is this trip of yours, exactly?”  He asked fiddling with the edge of a cardboard flap knowing full well what this meant, he just wanted to hear her say it. 

“I’m not coming back.” She sighed, walking through the open arch way into her kitchen, looking through the cupboards. 

She put two glasses along with a half empty bottle of gin on the dining room table and poured the clear liquid into them. Sihtric tried his best to subdue the anger bubbling inside him as Runa put a carton of cigarettes beside the gin with her lighter, finally looking him in the eye. 

They both looked haggard, Runa sparkled when she moved with the remnants of glass still stuck to her, and the pair’s clothes were wrecked with blood. Sihtric knew this was the worst possible timing, but he didn’t know how long he even had to have this conversation and he wanted answers. 

“You lied to me.” He said flatly, there was no question about it. 

“Yes, but let me explain, please Sihtri-” Runa’s voice was quiet, and her eyes widened at him cutting her off. 

“No. Enough of this bullshit, Runa!” 

“Don’t yell at me.”

Sihtric scoffed, his anger mixing with hurt. He had done all she silently asked for, when she was distant with him he never pushed to know why, just gave her the time she needed to work out whatever was going on in her head. When he thought it was Finan that held her affections, he was more than willing to back away and let them be, and he always defended her in her absence. 

“And why not? I have tried being gentle with you, I have given you space, I have forgiven you without ever asking you for any type of explanation and yet you still lied to me!” 

“I didn’t want to hurt you!” Runa slapped her hands down on the table, shaking her head. 

“That seems to be all you do.” He responded with an incredulous laugh, his gaze still focused on her. 

“I know, and I’m sorry,” Runa closed the distance between them and took his hands in hers, “I am so sorry Sihtric.” 

“Do you not trust me?” He asked, his hazel eyes searching her blue ones for any type of reason that would make sense. 

“Of course I do.” She breathed. 

“Then why didn’t you just tell me! It would have hurt but it would have been far better than finding out like this.” He dropped her hands and motioned to the mess around them. 

Taking a deep breath Runa turned back to the table and downed one of the unmeasured glasses of gin, screwing her face up at the taste and picking up the cigarette carton. 

“The way you held me when I told you I was going to Denmark in the first place was why I felt like I couldn’t tell you, I didn’t want you to ask me to stay.”  

Sihtric wet his bottom lip and nodded slowly; he didn’t feel as though her answer made sense but he felt she was telling the truth. With a huff, he watched as she lit her smoke and rubbed her temple with her thumb. 

Runa spoke up again, “ I don’t expect you to understand any of this.”

“Why do I feel like this is just you running away from something?” He pushed further. 

“Maybe I am.” She shrugged and ignored the spasm of pain it sent through her back. 

“Then tell me what it is!” Sihtric raised his voice once more, his frustration still present. 

“You!” Runa retaliated, her own frustration making itself known with instant regret following. 

“Me?” Sihtric stared at her with furrowed brows, his anger dissipating quickly and sadness taking its place. 

“Yes. I fucked up, I had no business messing around with you or Finan and I jus- I can’t be here anymore.”  Runa shook her head and took a drag of her cigarette.

“Is that what we were doing? Messing around?” He’d been certain that he wasn’t alone in love, Sihtric had felt it in her touch and seen it in her eyes, and her next words only told him he was right and she was denying it. 

“That’s all I can let it be.” 

“Got it.” He responded flatly and walked out. 

Runa stood in her kitchen and swallowed the bitter tasting gin Sihtric had left untouched, closing her eyes when her front door slammed shut. She took a deep breath trying to keep control of her emotions but as she perched on the side of her table and dialled the only number she could think of calling, she felt the tears creeping up on her. 

“Hello?” The calm voice on the other end answered, and Runa’s control slipped allowing the tears to fall.

“Brida...” 

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