#Sihtric/Ealhswith

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🎶and every time we kiss I swear I could fly🎶

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I saw Cascada in the Feel Good Vibes section and immediately got an idea ⫽ song link for the road

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Ah yes, more Sihtric BS, because I have brainrot

More in accordance with Book Canon than Show Canon.

"I have found you a wife." Uhtred says. Sihtric huffs and looks up from sharpening his axe. "I don't want her." He sneers. "She is a Shieldmaiden, Sihtric! You should be honoured! Now get up and come!" Uhtred barks. "Yes Lord." Sihtric mumbles. He hangs his axe from his belt and gets up. Finan claps him on the shoulder. "Good luck, boy." The Irishman says.

Uhtred leads Sihtric to his hall. There, you are waiting at his table, talking to his wife.

"Y/N, I have brought you someone." Uhtred says loudly. You and Gisela look up. Gisela gives her husband a slightly disturbed look. "She does not need a husband." She says firmly. "But Sihtric needs a wife." Uhtred replies. "Let him marry whom he pleases." Gisela argues. "I will not let him marry a whore!" Uhtred snarls. Sihtric flinches away from his Lord.

"Uhtred, I am disappointed in you. Never would I have thought you'd look down on a working woman." You say. Uhtred looks utterly reproached. He opens his mouth to make a feebly defense, but you shake your head. "Here I thought you better than thinking low of women who have to earn their keep with their body." You say. "She takes all his silver and his armrings, he has nothing to show for the love she says she has for him." Uhtred bristles.

That statement does unsettle you a bit.

You place your hand on Sihtric's bracer. "Is this true?" You ask softly. Sihtric casts his eyes down. "Don't reply, you don't need to." You tell him. You slip your hand from his bracer to his palm. You twine your fingers with his. "Come, walk with me." You say softly. You figure you and he have a lot to talk about.

Sihtric allows you to draw him from Uhtred's hall.

He gives your hand a little squeeze. "She does not tell her other ... men she loves them." He mutters. "But she takes your silver all the same." You reply gently. "You would, too." He retorts. "Yes, but not because you hump me, but because I am responsible for the running of the house." You remind him.

Sihtric presses his lips together in a thin, bloodless line. He is thinking on your words. "You are right. Of course you are." He then murmurs. His lips curls back into a tentative smile. It is a beautiful smile. And you know then that you will have him as your husband, one way or another.

"Come." You tell him. "Whereto?" Sihtric asks softly. "My home, so you can hump me." You reply. A slightly fluster rises to his cheeks. "Why-why?" He stammers. "There has to be a reason that this whore says she loves you. She says this to no other of her clients, yet she keeps taking your silver. I want to know why." You reply. Sihtric bites his lip and makes a thoughtful little noise. "I'll show you." He says. It is not like he'll say no to sex with a beautiful woman when the opportunity arises. Especially not one his lord might urge him to marry.

He knows Uhtred will not truly force him, but he also knows you are someone his lord approves of and Ealhswith is not.

He allows you to take him home.

Once you have barred the door, you turn to him. "I think it is now time you kissed me." You purr. Sihtric wets his lips with his tongue. He closes the distance, pressing you gently against the wooden surface of the door. He leans in and you close your eyes. "Gods, you are beautiful." Sihtric whispers. He presses his lips slowly against yours. They are warm and soft and sweet. You heave a little sigh and kiss him back as tenderly as you can manage. Sihtric moans ever so softly.

That little moan is like magic. You grow slick right away! "Bed, now!" You growl into his mouth. "Yes please." Sihtric whines.

He backs up the alcove and kicks off his boots. The kiss can't last and you use that opportunity to also take off your boots.

Sihtric lays down, drawing you on top of his strong yet lanky body. You lean down to kiss him again. Sihtric moans into your moan and rubs his hands from your waist to the back of your shoulders. He is entirely unreserved. He gives himself fully to you. There are no inhibitions and no shame. You moan in your turn and he licks into your mouth. You can practically taste his joy.

Already you are beginning to understand why that prostitute says she loves him. The joy in his kisses already makes you feel like the only woman on Midgard. Maybe even in the nine realms.

His hands begin to carefully tug at your clothes. He very clearly wants you out of them. He is so delightfully eager. You can hardly wait to have him for true. But you tell yourself to take it slow. So you take his hands and place them back on your hips. Sihtric whines against your lips. It is rather cute.

"Take it slow, sweetling." You murmur into his mouth. "Yes, my love." He replies airily. "Good lad." You purr. Sihtric whines softly. He arches up to be able to deepen the kiss a little. You moan into his mouth, gladly sampling of his passion. His tongue licks at the seam of your lips, before he nips at your upper lip. You moan a little bit louder.

He most certainly is not hesitating.

Sihtric's tongue slowly explores your brain. You moan warmly for him and roll your hips. Sihtric breaks the kiss to moan almost desperately. It is an intensely arousing sound. You instantly seek to draw more of those moans from him. You lean in to kiss at his throat. "Ooooh... oh yes." Sihtric moans. He arches up at your touch. "More.. please." He whispers. "Gods." You swear under your breath. His reactions are perfect.

He makes you so wet.

"I .... I smell you. I want to taste you. Please, please let me taste you." He says airily. He wets his lips with the tip of his tongue. There is a mischievous shimmer in his mismatched eyes.

He puts his arm around your waist and flips you over with one swift motion. You squeal in surprise. Sihtric grins down on you. "My turn." He murmurs. "Show me what you do." You tell him. "Gladly." Sihtric nods.

He makes short work of your clothes and his own. You are not allowed to assist him. He brushes away your hands when you try. Once you are naked, he wastes no time in shoving his face between your thighs. He inhales and moans. "Gods, this is the best smell in the world." He whispers. "Now now, don't overdo it." You say.

Sihtric parts your folds with his tongue. You moan sweetly. "Oh yes, yes." Sihtric hisses. Then his tongue finds your clit, circling around it in the most slow and sensuous way. "Ooooh Sihtric." You can't help but moan. Your back arches and your toes curl. He smirks against your folds and then sucks down on your clit. You squeal once more. He is so fantastic at this. You get how any woman would want to bind him to her.

But he is yours now. No way you are going to let him leave your side.

He sucks on your clit and fucks you with his tongue. He laps up your wet arousal and moans at the taste of you. He brings you to the very edge of a mindshattering climax. And then he withdraws. You make a frustrated little noise. "Don't stop." You huff. Sihtric chuckles. "Don't stop what?" He dares to tease. He is bold, too.

"Please don't stop." You don't miss a beat. Sihtric swears under his breath. He licks his swollen lips and dips his head down again.

You moan loudly as he suckles down on your clit again. But then he also pushes two fingers inside you. "Oh gods!" You cry out. Your climax swiftly comes back in full force. You are teetering on the very edge within seconds. "Gah! Gods, Sihtric." You cry out. He arches his fingers into the spot that drives you absolutely wild. It is that last little nudge you need. Your inner walls clench on his fingers and you arch your back. Sihtric releases your clit and instead works it with slow kitty licks. "Yes, yes, Gods!" You moan loudly.

Lightning flashes down your spine and there is a fire in your extremities. Your inner walls contract rhythmically and you feel slightly hoarse from all the moaning.

Sihtric slowly retracts his fingers from your wet core. He sticks them in his mouth and sucks them clean. "You wild, wild man." You pant. Sihtric chuckles and sits upright. "Shall I hump you now, or would you prefer to calm down a little?" He asks. "I think I am going to need a moment." You reply. "And when I am ready, I will ride you." "Yes please." Sihtric murmurs. He crawls over you and kisses you sensually. You moan in unison and Sihtric lowers his pelvis onto yours.

He is so hard and so shapely. You can barely wait to ride him. You need him inside you. Though you know to delay that gratification. There is more to this man than his cock. His mouth keeps you plenty enthralled for the moment. He rolls his hips and he kisses you. You moan and he licks into your mouth. You taste yourself on his tongue. He moans, too. It is an amazing desperate sound. He wants to be inside you so bad.

His mouth slowly wanders from yours, to your jaw. His teeth scrape over your skin and you moan. "You are so good to me, Sihtric." You praise him. He moans in response. He likes to be praised. You commit that to your memory. From your jaw his mouth lowers to your neck and throat. You moan, arching into his touch. Sihtric groans in reply and sucks a small mark at the base of your throat. You are his now, there is no going back.

You will wed this man.

Sihtric bites the junction on your neck and shoulders and then his mouth trails to your breast. He noses at your soft, pliant flesh, inhaling your scent. He presses kisses to your skin and then his lips seek out your nipple. You moan sweetly and so does he. Eagerly he suckles on your nipple, while his fingers press into your breast. You pull at his hair and hear him moan loudly. "So good for me." You praise.

After a good while, Sihtric switches to your other nipple. He works the harened bud with his tongue and teeth, all the while looking up at you with absolute doe eyes. You run your nails over his scalp. "I need to ride you." You whisper. "Right now?" He asks. You nod in affirmation.

He lays down on his back, looking at you almost breathlessly.

You straddle his pelvis, your folds kissing his cock. Sihtric moans with something akin to desperation. "Please, please." He whines. He is just as needy as you. You decide to put the both of you out of your misery. Sihtric moans loudly when you sink down on his cock. "Haaah haaaah ooooh Gods, you feel so amazing." He groans. His hands claw feebly at your hips and his thighs quiver. "You do too, you fill me so perfectly." You cooe.

You begin to ride him slowly. Sihtric rolls his hips ever so slightly, he can't help himself. He looks up at you like you are a Goddess come to Midgard. He looks at you like he can barely believe what he is seeing. He barely understands that you are actually riding him, or so it seems.

His nails start to dig into your skin. "Gods." You whisper. It feels amazing, it is everything you would want from a man.

You roll your hips and Sihtric groans wantonly. "Fa-faster, please." He whispers. "And have you cum already, no. I want this to last." You cooe. "I will last, I promise." Sihtric says softly. But you keep your place slow and steady. Sihtric grians every time you sink down on him, but you can see it is not quite enough for him.

And then he topples you over. For a brief moment his cock slips out of you, but he is swift to thrust back into you again. You moan loudly. "Oh Gods... Gods yes!" You cry out. Sihtric moans back at you and leans down to kiss you fiercely. He ploughs you and it is amazing and filthy. The sounds coming from your body and his are obscene and your moans mingle with his.

After a while, Sihtric sits back on his haunches. His thumb finds your clit and his hips keep rolling. It is so good that your mind almost immediately spins out of control. "Gah .. Si-si-Sihtric... so close." You moan. "Cum for me." He whispers. 'Almost." You reply. "What do you need?" He asks. "Just a little more of the same." You breathe. "Yes, lady." Sihtric nods. He keeps rubbing your clit, steadily and gently. Fire begins to spread through your body and you can almost feel the lightning in your spine. It is so good!

"Sih-Sihtric!" You cry out. Your inner walls contract on his cock and you surrender to the fire in the pit of your stomach. Your climax overtakes you and you can only hang on to him for dear life. "Oh yes, yes, God cum for me. Cum on my cock." Sihtric groans. He is succumbing, too. "Do it, give it to me. Fill me with your seed. I will give you sons and daughters." You moan. It is the undoing of him. "Oh ... oh Gods... yes Gods... yes!" Sihtric moans back at you.

He spends himself deep inside you. You imagine you can feel his seed deep inside you. "Thank you." You whisper, arching up to kiss him slowly. "No, thank you." Sihtric whispers. "You made me realise what the right choice is." He kisses you back slowly. "What is the right choice?" You ask him sweetly. "You. I will wed you, like Lord Uhtred wants. And I will build you a house and you will give me children." Sihtric replies. "And we will fight beside each other and head to Valhalla, hand in hand." You purr.

"Hand in hand." Sihtric agrees, kissing your breath away.

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One insect perched on my outstretched finger where it opened and closed its wings.

'That means good luck, lord,' Sihtric said, and held out his own hand, but no blue butterfly settled there.

'Looks like you've no luck,' I said lightly.

🦋

'I'm lucky, lord,' Sihtric said, grinning.

'You are?'

'Ealhswith's in Lundene,' he said. Ealhswith was the whore whom Sihtric loved.

'There's more trade for her in Lundene than in Coccham,' I said.

'She stopped doing that, lord,' Sihtric said fiercly.

'I looked at him, surprised. 'She has?'

'Yes, lord. She wants to marry me, lord.'

'You've been with her a long time,' I said.

'Yes, lord.' - Sword Song, page 221.

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My Person | Sihtric & OC

Part of my Fire In Her Eyes series

‘Finan is the love of my life, but you are my soulmate.’

A/N: I have been obsessively watching Grey's Anatomy recently and I love Meredith and Christina's friendship and the way they call each other their 'person'. It inspired this little fic, which was supposed to be happy and sweet but actually turned out quite sad (I just couldn't help myself!).

Warnings: angst, spoilers for Fire Turns To Ash

Word Count: 706

Sihtric smiled as he walked across the meadow outside Coccham, the scatter of different coloured wildflowers gently swaying in the breeze. Lucinda lay in the grass, her eyes closed as she enjoyed the warmth of the sun on her face as she rested her hand on her swollen stomach. She looked so peaceful lying there, her red hair splayed out across the ground around her head, glowing golden under the sunshine.

‘I know you are there,’ she murmured, opening her eyes and smiling up at him.

He smirked a little – he had never been able to sneak up on her.

She patted the patch of grass beside her. He lowered himself to the ground and laid down beside her, looking up at the blue sky.

She let out a sigh. ‘It’s good to be home.’

Sihtric said nothing. It had only been a week since they had returned from Winchester, a week since the siege had ended. He had spent the past month consumed with worry, fear gnawing away at his insides as he lay awake every night thinking that she was dead. Everything was alright now, they had all survived and Lucinda was happy, expecting her and Finan’s fourth child, but that fear of losing her and stayed with him.

He reached for her hand and held it tight.

‘You know I love you, don’t you?’ he said softly.

Lucinda looked over to him with a small frown. ‘Of course I do. What made you ask that?’

‘I came so close to losing you…’

‘But you didn’t,’ she said firmly. ‘I am right here, with you.’

He gave her a smile which was tinged with sadness. ‘I’d be lost without you. Finan acts as if he’s the only one who couldn’t live without you, but I couldn’t imagine my life without you in it.’

‘Me neither. You are my person.’

‘What does that mean?’

‘Oh, you know. You understand me, you know what I’m thinking, you’re always there for me no matter what. You’re my person,’ she smiled and gave him a slight shrug.

‘Shouldn’t Finan be your person?’ he asked, playing with a blade of grass between his fingers.

Lucinda thought for a moment. ‘Finan is the love of my life, but you are my soulmate.’ She let out a small chuckle. ‘Platonic soulmate, before you get the wrong idea.’

He laughed with her.

‘You’re my person too,’ he said softly, looking over to her. ‘But don’t tell Eal I said that.’

She let out a laugh. ‘I think she already knows. She always jokes that we come as a pair.’

He shook his head, a wide smile on his face. He felt her squeeze his hand tight. ‘You mean so much to me, Sihtric. Never doubt how much I love you.’

Sihtric smiled, a warm feeling in his chest. He thought back to his childhood in Dunholm – back then he would never have imagined he would be lucky enough to feel so loved. He closed his eyes, and they laid in silence for a long time, the sound of birdsong above them.

Sihtric opened his eyes and felt tears roll down his cheeks.

He could hear the now familiar crash of waves against the cliffs below Bebbanburg, the harsh northern winds whistling through the shutters and bringing a draft into the room.

He let out a sigh, wiping his face with his hand tiredly as he rolled onto his back.

He often dreamed of Lucinda, of days long ago. Some nights he got to relive happy memories of them together, to see her laugh and smile again. Other nights he relived the day of the battle, the day his fears became real, the day he lost her. Even after years had passed, the memory of losing her still stung as fresh as the day it had happened.

He looked over at Ealhswith who was still asleep beside him, and he smiled softly, learning across to kiss her cheek. He tried hard never to take for granted the family he had, knowing too well that the gods could take them away from him.

He then got up and readied himself to face another day without his friend; without his person; without his Lucinda.

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[persephones-journey]

HMMMM.... ALL OF THEM? #11, 12 & 13 😈

Here you go. I hope it lives up to what you wanted

Finan turned and looked at Aisling as she rode beside him. She was wrapped in her blue velvet cloak, sullen and quiet. He sighed. He reached out to take her hand but she moved her horse away.

She would not even look at him.

A far cry from the girl who, five days before, was kissing him so recklessly in a dim hallway.

Aisling giggled and moaned into his mouth as he pinned her to cold stone wall. She wrapped her arms around him and pressed her body against his. His hands grabbed her ass through her dress and tugged her closer kissing her over and over.

“I missed ya,” he breathed out as he kissed along her jaw and neck.

He knew if they were caught, he was risking everything. She was a ward of the King, her brothers exiled away and their lands torn away.

She was meant for more than him, a lowly foreign exiled prince who was penniless.

And yet, all she wanted was him.

“I missed you more,” she answered as she hummed as he sucked on her neck and collarbone.

“There's the village Osferth spoke of,” she said softly.

Finan looked ahead. Sure enough, the village rose up ahead of them. Osferth, Aisling's close friend and a monk had not been wrong. He was back with Sihtric, another warrior fixing the broken carriage wheel. Finan had not wanted Aisling to be out in the open too long, least someone get the idea to kidnap her.

Or bed her.

Which is all you have been thinking about, Finan thought as they rode up to the inn.

Aisling dismounted from her horse and stood beside him as he did the same. He handed the reins to a stable boy and pressed his hand on Aisling's lower back leading towards the inn. He felt everyone's eyes on them.

He didn't like it but they had little choice.

He pushed open the door to the inn and walked inside. He heard the laughter of the drunkards gathered around the fire. Aisling tensed beside him but she said nothing. He lead her towards the back of the room where he saw the owner pouring ale.

“Do you have any rooms available?” he asked softly.

“Aye,” the man said. “One left, but I am a god fearing establishment here and will not let ya have it to bed ya mistress,” he nodded towards Aisling.

“I am his wife, good sir,” she answered pointedly. “We are also god fearing people,” she added with a sneer.

Finan's heart pounded hard in his chest. His wife? Aisling? If only. He saw the owner huff and look at Finan. Finan dug in his pocket pulled out some coins. The owner produced a key and Finan took it as the owner took the coin. He took Aisling's hand then and pulled her down the short hall towards the stairs.

They climbed them quietly and to the second floor. Finan saw their room, it was at the end of the hall and the door was opened. He walked down with Aisling following him. He stepped into the room first. It was not much but it was clean and dry.

Aisling walked into the room and Finan wasted no time in closing the door and locking it. He turned and saw her pulling off her cloak and tossing it aside. She turned and looked at him, her simple travelling gown, a beautiful shade of navy blue. His eyes looked at her cleavage as she pulled off her French hood and tossed it aside.

“I will need help getting out of my dress,” she whispered softly.

“Of course,” Finan whispered. She turned her back to him and he walked over to her. “We should not have left Ealhswith with Sihtric and Osferth,” he said as she pulled her hair over her shoulder. Ealhswith was Aisling's lady maid and close friend.

She snorted. “Ealhswith is in love with Sihtric,” she answered. “I do not believe she was going anywhere without him.”

Finan frowned as he slowly pulled on the ties of her dress. “Does Sihtric know?”

She nodded. “He does,” she glanced over her shoulder at him, “he wishes to ask the King permission to marry her.”

Finan's fingers shook. He was reminded then of why they were in this village. They were riding to bring Aisling from London to Chester where she would marry Lord Aethelred, Duke of Chester.

He would lose her.

“Finan?” she whispered.

He let his hands drop. He placed them at her waist. He leaned in closer and pressed a kiss to the back of her neck. He felt her lean back against him.

“I,” he paused, “I do not wish to be here,” he said.

Silence.

“Do you believe I wish to be here either?” she asked her voice soft.

He closed his eyes. “I want,” he stopped. He could not say it. To speak it would be treason. She was the ward of the King. She was promised to another.

He opened his eyes when Aisling turned around in his arms. He looked down at her as she pressed her hands to his plain tunic. Her ocean blue eyes looked into his; into his soul.

“Tell me exactly what you want,” she whispered her voice so low Finan barely heard her over the sounds coming from below.

He leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers. His hands moved from her waist to her back. He began pulling more on the ties there. His brown eyes never left her ocean blue ones.

“I want to make you mine,” he breathed out.

He expected Aisling to be angry, to pull away from him. Instead, she stepped closer. She began to slowly undo the buttons on his tunic. Her eyes never left his and he saw his own desire reflected in them.

She wanted for him as much as he wanted her.

“Do it,” she whispered as she pressed her lips closer to his. “Make me yours,” she added. She pressed her body hard against his, closer than she had ever done it before. “Please, mark me,” she breathed out her lips pressing against his, “mark me as yours.”

Finan kissed her. Hard and deep. His hands pulled her dress from her shoulders, pulling the ties out. It fell around her feet in a crumpled pile. He wrapped an arm around her and picked her up. He kicked her dress aside and carried her to the bed. He moved his lips from hers and nuzzled his face in her neck. He nipped on her skin there, loving how she moaned and pressed her body against his. He shrugged off his tunic leaving him only in his thin white shirt. He felt Aisling's fingers pull on the ties as his own fingers went to work freeing her of her stays.

“I love ya,” he breathed out into her skin. His hands pulled her stays apart and tossed them aside. He sucked on her pulse point, biting it. He pulled away to see that the skin there was already red, he looked at her face. He saw her eyes on him. “I love ya, Aisling,” he whispered again.

Her eyes filled with tears. “I love you,” she whispered. “I do not wish to be apart from you, Finan. I do not wish to have some other man as my husband. I want you.”

He smiled. He knew it was madness; love induced madness. But he smiled anyway at the thought of her loving him. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside. He pulled her close, feeling the softness of her line shift against his skin. He kissed her again, slower, deeper. He felt her hands on his chest. Her fingers stroking his chest hair and pressing into his skin.

Her touch was divine against his skin; her hands warm and soft. He moaned and pressed his forehead against hers. He reached up and played with the strings holding her shift closed as he felt her hands run down his chest to his stomach and his trousers. He felt her pop the first button.

“I want ya as my wife,” he whispered to her. “I want to marry ya and bed ya every night.”

He felt her pop another button. “Let's run away together,” she whispered suddenly. “Bed me tonight, make me yours, and tomorrow, let us go. Find a priest who will marry us.”

Finan groaned but his fingers pulled the string to her shift and watched as it come undone. “It's madness, Aisling,” he whispered as he watched her shift fall open and slip from her shoulders.

“Then let us be mad together,” she whispered as she popped open the last button on his trousers.

He watched as she stepped back and pulled her shift completely off. She kicked off her shoes and stood there, naked but for her stockings. He watched as she sat on the bed, completely unfazed with being naked in front of him. She leaned back on her elbows and smiled at him. He leaned down and rid himself of his boots. He pushed his trousers down then and kicked them aside, leaving him in his hose. He pulled those down as well and tossed them aside.

He looked at Aisling, meeting her eyes as she took in his naked form. His cock, hard and standing upright. She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

“You look like a Greek god,” she answered as he walked towards her.

He watched as she opened her legs, spreading them wider so he could step in between them. He did not know if she meant to do it, but it gave him a look at her cunt. He saw that it was wet, glistening, and so perfect. The rust red hair on it matched her hair on her head and he found himself falling to his knees.

He was going to worship her.

“And ya,” he whispered as he placed his hands on her thighs, “ya are a goddess,” he added. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her calf, then behind her knee. “Venus reborn,” he muttered into her skin as he kissed higher.

She chuckled. “I am not,” she whispered.

Finan turned and repeated the kisses on her other leg. He let his hands move closer to her cunt, his fingers and lips loving the feel of her soft skin against them. He had ached for this. He had dreamed of having her naked beneath him.

He had dreamed of making her his.

“Ya're,” he breathed out as his fingers reached her cunt. He let them gently play with her wetness. She sighed and moaned. He looked up at her face. She met his eyes and he smiled. “Ya are my goddess,” he whispered.

Before she could answer, he buried his face in her cunt. She gasped as he licked her folds, tasting her sweetness. She moaned and he felt her fingers in his hair, tugging on it. He let his tongue part her folds and lick around her entrance, drinking her juices from their source. He held her thighs when she wrapped her legs around his head. His nose rubbed up and down against that pleasure nub and he heard her breathing turn more into huffs and puffs. His fingers dug into her thighs as he moved his mouth up to her nub.

“Finan,” she breathed out as his tongue lapped against her nub, over and over.

He was no stranger to pleasuring women. He had his fair share of women in his bed since he was a young man. He knew how to make women come. The only question was to find out what made Aisling come and come hard.

He moved so his mouth was completely covering her nub. He began to suck on it, his tongue swirling around it every once and a while. He felt her legs tighten around his head as they began to shake and tremble. His fingers dug into her thighs more and he knew that he would leave behind bruises but he didn't care. His cock ached and precum dripped from its tip begging him to be buried in her.

He moved one hand from her thigh and rubbed his fingers along her entrance, getting them wet before he slid one inside of her. She was so tight and warm. He almost came right there. She gripped his hair tighter and tugged on it. He did not stop. He slowly slipped another finger in her, scissoring her entrance, stretching her. She moaned and arched her hips.

“Finan,” she moaned his name and he felt her clench around his fingers.

He turned his fingers and crooked them, pressing them into the pleasure spot he knew was inside of her cunt. She moaned deeply and he had to press a hand on her stomach to hold her down on the bed. She came, her whole body trembling and her back arching off the bed. He continued to suck and swirl around her nub over and over. He felt her trembling being to slow and stop. Her breathing slowed and sounded normal. He continued to stretch her with his fingers slowly sliding a third one in, both loving and hating how tight she was.

“Finan,” she cried. He pulled his mouth from her nub and kissed up her stomach and between her breasts as she seemed to begin to sob.

“Shh,” he whispered as he turned and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He let his tongue swirl around her nipple as she huffed. He pulled his mouth from her nipple and turned to move to the other one. “Take slow breaths, my love,” he whispered as he took her other nipple in his mouth doing the same to that one as he had to the other one.

“I,” she took a slow breath, “that was too much,” she whispered.

He smiled against her skin. He pulled his mouth away from her nipple and kissed up her chest to her neck. He nipped and sucked on the bruise forming there. He turned and finally pressed a kiss to her lips, his fingers moving in and out of her, stretching her as his cock ached and twitched.

“That was nothing,” he whispered pulling his lips away from hers. “It gets better.”

She looked at him, her ocean blue eyes filled with desire and tears. “Are you going to make me yours now?” she asked softly.

He nodded. “If ya want me to,” he stated.

She was quiet. He knew that it was asking a lot. If she let him claim her, and they did not get married, she would forever be tainted. He could and probably would walk away without consequence. But not her. She nodded, finally.

“I want you to,” she whispered as she pressed a hand to his cheek. “I would rather have you, someone I love and trust, take my maidenhead then some one else who will not care about me or my discomfort.”

Finan kissed her again. He stood and slowly pulled his fingers from her. He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her. He placed her in the middle of the bed and he climbed over her. He went on his knees in between her legs and pulled her closer so his cock rested on her mound. Her legs were on either side of his hips and he gently rubbed them.

“I love ya,” he whispered softly.

“And I love you,” she answered.

He took his cock in hand and slowly moved it, rubbing the tip up and down her folds, getting it wet. He made sure to rub it around her nub looking up at her face. She let her head fall back and he saw her grip the blankets in her hand. He slowly moved his tip down and pressed it into her entrance. He moved so slowly, gently pressing more and more into her. She gasped and let his thumbs rub circles in her thighs.

“Are ya all right?” he asked softly.

She nodded. “It just,” she opened her eyes and looked at him, “it feels both odd and perfect at the same time.”

He leaned down and kissed her, feeling her heat surround his cock. He was holding on so hard not to come. He needed to show her how pleasurable it could be, the joining of two people in love. He did not want to disappoint her.

“Can I keep going?” he asked his lips still against her.

“Please,” she breathed out her fingers gripping his arms.

He nodded. He pressed his forehead against hers and slowly pressed into her more. He moved slowly until he glanced down and saw he was almost completely inside of her. He thrusted his hips and filled her completely. She gasped and dug her nails into his arms. He held himself still waiting. He kissed her nose and her cheeks. She nodded, telling him she was all right. He kissed her again and slowly pulled his cock from her, dragging it out.

“Oh,” she gasped as he did.

“I promise ya, ya will not regret this,” he whispered against her lips.

He thrusted into her again. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist. He smiled against her lips and he did it again; dragging his cock and thrusting it back in. He did it over and over. She moaned and gasped as her finger nails raked down his chest.

He moved his face and nuzzled it in her neck as he pressed his forehead to her shoulder. He felt her clenching around him, telling him she was close to coming. He continued his pace of dragging his cock from her and thrusting it back in. He loved the sounds she made; the moans, the sighs, her whimpers. He also loved the sound of his cock sliding into her wet cunt.

“Please, please,” she begged as she raked her nails down his back.

“Shh,” he whispered as his hands gripped her thighs. “Soon,” he promised.

She clenched around him, tighter and he knew she was so close. He moved one hand between them. It only took a couple swipes of his fingers on her nub before she came, crashing into the pleasure. She moaned his name, it echoing loudly in the room. She clamped down on his cock and he did not move. He grunted and moaned and couldn't stop himself. He came as her cunt squeezed his cock harder. He filled her with his seed.

He let his body fall over hers, feeling her body tremble as she held him tighter and tighter. He grabbed her thighs and let his fingers rub her skin as his own body twitched as he finished emptying his seed into her. He kissed her neck and sucked on it.

Moments passed. He held her tight, not wanted to leave her. She held him just as tight.

“I will not lose you,” she whispered into the quiet of the room.

“And I will not lose ya,” he answered.

***

Finan looked at Sihtric and Osferth. He expected them to arrest him right there. Hell, perhaps even kill him. Aisling stood off to the side with Ealhswith.

They stood at a crossroads. One road would lead them to Chester. The other road, it would them to Northumbria, where Aisling's brothers were.

Where she could be free and he could marry her.

“Do you love him?” Osferth asked as he turned and looked at Aisling.

Finan looked at Aisling. It had been two days since he had taken her, made her his, marked her. They stole many moments since, and she had other marks on her skin. He did as well.

She looked at Osferth. “I do,” she whispered. “I do not want to be Lord Aethelred's wife. I do not wish to be a duchess,” she looked at Finan, “I wish to be Finan's wife. Even if it means I will have nothing. I will at least have him.”

Finan felt tears come to his eyes. He nodded. He looked at Sihtric. Sihtric looked at him. “What are we waiting for?” he asked. “We are wasting daylight.”

He smiled. Aisling ran over to him and jumped in his arms. He grabbed her and held her tight kissing her deeply.

“We need to stop at the very first church we find,” Ealhswith said. “I will not have my lady with child before she is married.”

Sihtric and Osferth laughed while Aisling blushed. Finan pulled away and kissed her cheeks, where they were getting red.

“Should I tell her ya may already be carrying my babe?” he teased.

She smacked his cheek. “Do not,” she whispered.

He kissed her again, holding her tight and close.

He would marry her.

He would make her his.

And after, they would deal with the problems that came. As long as they were together, he did not care about the rest.

[alexagirlie]

January Omegaverse Challenge 2024

Day 23: Jealousy (Masterlist) Fandom: The Last Kingdom Pairing: Finan/Sihtric/Uhtred Rating: M Summary: Sihtric hires an alpha to help him through a heat. Uhtred and Finan get jealous.  tags: jealousy. courting. anal sex. masturbation.

It was a chill autumn morning when Sihtric approached Uhtred requesting a few days off to deal with his upcoming heat. Uhtred had no idea that Sihtric was an Omega and the news left him speechless long enough for an embarrassed look to cross the young man's face.

Uhtred shook himself out of his haze, pushing aside thoughts of what Sihtric would look like speared on his cock. “Of course Sihtric. I wasn't aware you were an Omega or I would have approached you about arranging a time already.”

Sihtric nodded slowly. “I presented while you were… gone and this is my first heat since your return.”

Uhtred nodded again and couldn't help but offer further assistance, completely selfless of course. “Did.. you need a heat partner? There are a few unattached Alphas in the village I'm sure would be happy to help.” Meaning himself and Finan, both of whom had been lusting after the younger man even without knowing his designation, with his angular features and beautiful mismatched eyes.

Sihtric flushed red, the shade highlighting the sharpness of his cheekbones. “I already found someone… a whore at the inn in Winchester, an Alpha named Ealhswith.”

Uhtred suppressed a growl at the thought of an Alpha other than him or Finan touching Sihtric and just nodded. “Good good…. Well leave granted. Don't give her all your silver and report back to me as soon as you've recouvered.”

Sihtric nodded sharply. “Yes Lord.” And scurried off, presumably to saddle his horse and begin the ride to Winchester to find this Alpha whore he had hired.

As soon as the Omega was out of sight Uhtred raced back to the cottage he was sharing with Finan while his new hall was being built. He burst through the door, startling the Irishman seated inside.

Finan had been sharpening his sword and nearly jumped out of his skin when Uhtred burst through the door, the wood slamming against the wall. “What the hell Uhtred!” He exclaimed, lowering his sword to the table.

Uhtred slammed the door shut behind him. “We have a problem.”

Finan shot Uhtred an unimpressed look. “Which is?”

“Sihtric is an Omega.”

Finan stood so fast he turned over the chair he had been slouched in and slammed his hands down on the table. “What? How do you know? Wait, why is that a problem?”

Uhtred launched into the whole story, of Sihtric approaching the Lord for leave to pass his heat, and who he was sharing it with. “We cannot risk another Alphas laying claim, it must be us.”

They spend the next 3 days making their plan to court Sihtric, to stake their claim before another Alpha can.

They put their plan in motion as soon as Sihtric had returned after his heat, his smoked honey scent was rich and sweet with satisfaction and both Alphas were determined to be the ones who made him smell like that going forward. They started small, with food. Making sure he got the prime cut of meat and vegetables from Uhtred's table or gifting him rare treats such as honeycomb and imported fresh fruits. They followed that with small tokens such as silver and pewter beads for his hair, engraved with runes for luck and fortune. Finan gave him new furs to sleep on and Uhtred commissioned him a new axe after he broke his during a skirmish with Danish raiders.

The Alphas were gearing up to approach Sihtric with a formal request to share his next heat when Alfred ordered them into Mercia to help an ealderman with a stubborn group of bandits.

They deal with the bandits quickly enough but end up stuck as Sihtric began to show signs of going into heat. It's still early but the signs are obvious, the increase in his scent, he's restless and skittish. It would not be wise to travel and get stuck in the open when it hits him fully so they decide to stay and asked the ealderman if they had suitable lodgings.

They approach Sihtric as he was getting ready to hole up in the hut that had been given to him to pass his heat in private.

Finan decided to not beat around the bush and was straightforward in asking for what they wanted. “Let us help, please Sihtric.”

Sihtric was flushed pink across his cheeks and he wouldn't meet their eyes. “I can handle it alone, I don't need help.”

Finan took a step closer and slowly lifted his hand towards Sihtric, when the Omega didn't reject his touch he cupped the side of Sihtric's face. “We want to help, we want you.”

Sihtric looked startled and his gaze shot to Uhtred as if asking for confirmation. “It's true, we've been trying to court you, too subtlety it seems.”

Sihtrics' eyes widened in realisation. “The gifts.”

Finan nodded and brought his other hand up to cup the other side of Sihtric's angular face, lifting the younger man's gaze back to him. “Please let us help.” He asked again.

When Sihtric nodded with a shy smile Finan groaned and slammed his lips against the Omega's. He led Sihtric stumbling into the hut, never letting their lips separate for longer than it took for them to catch a breath. Uhtred followed making sure the door was properly latched as the other two men worked at removing weapons, armour and clothing. As skin was bared to the air as Finan stripped their Omega down to just his skin and kissed and bite marks all down his body, until they both stood in the middle of the room naked and aroused.

Uhtred was content to watch as Finan picked Sihtric up and carried him onto the fur covered bed in the corner. For now anyways, he knew would get his turn as Sihtric's heat would last at least 24hrs. He watched as Finan pressed himself between Sihtric legs and lost himself in the taste and feel of their Omega. The scent of arousal filled the confined space of the hut, Sihtric smoked honey scents mixed with sweeter notes of slick and Finan's earthy meadow smell.

He only caved and pulled his own armour and clothing off to wrap a hand around his rock hard cock after Finan had spread Sihtric open on his cock. As the other Alpha fucked into their Omega and pulled moans and whines and screams from the Omega as he was pushed over the peak again and again and again until Finan finally gave the begging man his knot and filled him with his seed.

Uhtred almost spilled himself at the blissed out look on Sihtric's face but managed to hold off and was rewarded when Sihtric opened hazy mismatched eyes to look at him and beckoned him to join them on the bed. Now it was his turn.

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[dirtytransmasc]

The Last Kingdom proves that media is capable of creating beautiful cis/het relationships that are healthy and worth investing in. certain straight people like to say queer people are “weird” (an much worse) for making “all their shows” gay, and then giving the worst examples of “healthy straight relationships” you have ever seen. like they will be the most toxic, bland, and unnecassery ships ever and even more so when compared to the queer fanon ships in the fandom. 

TLK just did it right, I was never mad to see a couple because they either had chemistry, or them not having chemistry was on purpose for the story. I have said this time and time again, but TLK actively condemns unhealthy tropes and making sure to have the “healthy equivalent” (heavily simplified explanation that I might go back to later in another post) being center stage. 

like Gisela and Uhtred? I just wanted them to be happy, I wanted them to be free of Alfred and happy with their kids out in the country living and practicing their best pagan lives. Sihtric and Ealhswith? we barely see them together, but the joy on his face when he’s with her (especially when he went to bring her flowers, he was so whipped, and the smile on his face could warm Niflheim), and the love they clearly share for not only each other but for their kids (cause he’s doing something right, he’s got at least 6 or 7). Finan and Ingrid? again, we don’t see much, but they clearly make each other happy, especially after Finan has lost one family before, she helps him flourish. Uhtred and Aethelflaed? heartbroken, never felt more pain in my life, the constant ebb and flow, yearn and denial, it was monumental. Stiorra and Sigtryggr? I have never seen two people be more in love in my life, they were young and happy, she was his queen and he worshiped her, and they deserved all the time in the world. Even Alfred and Aelswith, while they weren’t my favorite people and their love was clealry and stated to be strained, I really felt like those last few years they were truly bound by love, and it was beautiful.  

even the non canon ships, Finan and Eadith or Osferth and Eadith (I can’t really think of any others) had standing. even when ships canon or not weren’t my cup of tea I was never bored or put off, because it felt real. 

And all the while, platonic relationships, specifically male relationships, were never forced to suffer. platonic relationships were actually put first time and time again. 

media industry, do better!

[hecohansen31]

The Princess & The Hacker

Hacker! Sihtric x Sex Worker! Ealhswith (Modern AU)

Chapter (1): The Ice Cream Shop

(A/N): Hello there, lovelies!

Excuse the very idiotic title, and I also want to put a disclaimer that this is one of of my first time writing a character x character fic, and I hope you won’t hate it!

I also want to thank @volvaaslaug​, who has helped me a bit through the initial creation of this fic and who has heard all my annoying talks about this pairing, so special thank you to you (and I hope you won’t regret not lowering your expectations!).

I do think that there’ll be more chapters, if you like it, so please make sure to let me know so that I can see if people are interested about sequel!

Feedback is always welcome, in any way shape and form: it makes my heart beat stronger and my fingers write faster

SUMMARY: When Eahlswith is a victim of a revenge porn scheme, she is given a rather interesting contact, an hacker, that might solve all her problems, and do much more.

WORDS: 4,3 K

WARNINGS: Mention of Sex Work, Revenge Porn, Sex, Mention of Past Child Abuse, Hacker, Incorrect Techonology Knowledge.

Ealhswith had thought that that day wouldn’t have been different from the previous one.

And the one before that.

It’d be just another client, a simple lousy fuck she’d fake enjoying for the sake of finishing early and go back home earlier so that she could work a bit more on her final thesis and then go to bed to a nice time.

The dude hadn’t been the best of her clients for sure, excessively rough.

Although she was a professional in the sex industry, this didn’t mean that she wanted to be tossed out like a doll.

Just buy a plastic one, if that’s what you like.

It’d be cheaper.

And when the he had officially finished, he had been even more horrible to her, insisting that the agency for which Ealhswith worked would have received the money, and not her.

Which was an option, but this way she wouldn’t have had any kind of tip and seeing all the effort she had done to make that prick raise…

… she felt like she deserved it.

But she was already a bit late on her own time plan and she had just flipped the guy off in her mind, pushing her clothes quickly on and setting up a reminder on her phone for the agency to have them blacklist the guy so that he wouldn’t harass any of the other girls.

She also insisted that he hadn’t paid her, yet, preferring to settle it with the agency.

So, they had to torment him in case he didn’t pay by the end of the week.

She was thankful for the agency, although they were quite tough and took most of her earning, she felt more comfortable, since they’d run check on the clients before sending the girls and were some kind of legalized organization, which meant that she paid taxes but she didn’t risk getting arrested.

And the agency was very private about both towards the clients and both towards the girls and the boys working for them, which was great because although Ealhswith wasn’t ashamed of her work, she didn’t want her family to discover it.

She had started with modelling, but then moved quickly on the sex industry since it’d get her enough money to continue on studying and keep her apartment, meanwhile she finished her studies, without having to weight on her family, since they already had their own problematics.

Many who had discovered her profession had commented about why she couldn’t have a normal job, like a bartender or a waitress, but the truth was that those jobs didn’t make enough money for her to take care of everything around her and involved much more groping than many thought.

And if she had to be groped on a daily basis, she preferred to be paid for it.

In the end, it was just a job like another.

And this meant that she didn’t tolerate any disrespect on her job.

So, when the client of that afternoon had texted her, right when she had come back from a small trip to the grocery store for some comfort food, she had been ready to tell him that he had to contact the agency to set up another problem and this number was to be used only after having set up the appointment.

But she had been soon horrified  to discover that he hadn’t meant to book another appointment, but he instead had sent her a video and for a moment she had thought he had sent it to the wrong number.

And then she had downloaded it and played it.

And she had been happy to have closed the door behind her before.

It was a video of her… and him… doing what they had done that afternoon.

And her entire life fell down onto her, heavily.

He must have set up an hidden camera to record her, and she hadn’t checked since she had thought that the agency wouldn’t have allowed something like this to happen.

She had never heard any of her colleagues comment about such a situation.

And then another message had come up.

A blackmailing one.

‘Let’s meet again and this time free and if I am satisfied, I won’t share this on the whole internet’.

Her heart sunk because although he had no idea who she truly was, it was her face, the one in the video and although it wasn’t anything more than a badly made amateur movie, it would have ruined not only her career had it been published, but also her life.

Her parents would have disowned her.

She had tried to calm down the man, already feeling her heartbeat increase at the thought of that video being sent to any other people, but the man confirmed that she was the only one who had received it…

… and would remain the only one, had she allowed him to take advantage of her.

Something that she refused to do.

But had she truly any chance to refuse him?

A thing such as this could ruin a normal person’s life, but it would have been so much worse for her, since she was sure that if this got out, it would have tainted her image, not only in everyone’s eyes but also in agency’s ones.

The agency wanted their workers to have a clean and discreet façade and a video like that might have ruined that.

She hadn’t known what to do, who to talk to.

She didn’t know how to handle all of this.

She hadn’t so much technic knowledge to know whether this treat was true or not.

And eventually she has settled on calling Christine, a fellow friend who worked also in the escorting industry something that made her think she might understand and be discreet about it.

But she hadn’t certainly expected what Christine had told her after knowing about the blackmail.

“…it happened to you too?!” she seemed almost not surprised that such a thing was possible and then went on explaining that she had something similar happening to her, with a client taking photos of her meanwhile she was in the bathroom, also claiming to publish them in case she didn’t comply everything he asked of her “… sadly it is much more common than you might think”.

“But… I thought… the agency would run some checks and…” she was panicking, but the knowledge that someone else had been in the same situation helped her quite a bit.

Christine insisted on explaining much more as she came over to Eahlswith’s house, something for which she was thankful, not wanting to be alone in such a moment, and Christine was quite a relief, explaining fully her story and how scared she had been, but she had managed to solve it as she had passed Ealhswith a phone contact.

‘… he is a hacker… a good one’ she explained, calmly since Ealhswith was looking like a frightened animal “… he took care of my problem, after a girl from the agency heard about it. He is clean and not too expensive, but most importantly he does the job amazingly”.

‘Is it… is it seriously this common?’ she asked softly to her friend, once she had come down from the scare.

‘Oh sweetie, don’t you ever browse porn sites?’ a tight expression of annoyance appeared on Christine’s face ‘… revenge porn is the literal most popular shit on there, sadly’.

The following day, after assuring her blackmailer that she agreed to his ‘deal’ she had come to see the hacker that Christine had suggested her, coming to stop at a small apartment, the place where Sthric, the hacker’s name, had told her to meet him.

She had almost expected something more… sketchy, although Christine had explained her that he was ‘one of the good guys’.

But that apartment looked quite cozy and small, although it seemed every inch of an ex-fratboy’s mansion, with a few decorations hanging from a small balcony, that looked horribly misplaced, but she thought that the last thing she could do was comment on his choosing in exterior design.

She moved to the door, having been told to ring the doorbell and ask for Sihtric, but she didn’t need to do much, because right after the doorbell had been rung, a tall guy was in front of her, looking very much unlike the nerdy hacker she had expected.

He looked actually handsome and for a moment she doublechecked the address, but it was right and the guy sent her a quick look examining her, before muttering a tight:

‘… you must be Ealhswith’ the way he spoke was measured and attentive, as if he didn’t get many chances to talk, but his voice had a pretty sound to, definitely reassuring ‘… can we walk a bit, meanwhile we talk about your problem? My house suddenly is… full’.

The way he said it told Ealhswith that he wasn’t in the slightest happy of that situation.

She just nodded, surprised by the fact that he didn’t look further than her face, focusing his gaze onto his own shoes.

That was strange since she knew for sure that men whenever they were informed of her profession wouldn’t stop looking at her body as if they could already see her naked.

The previous night she had sent Sihtric a small text, explaining him her situation, wanting to know whether he would be able to solve her problem or not, to which he had answered that he’d have to see and preferred to talk with her about it, if she was free the following day.

She had expected the ‘come on’s and some flirting pick-up lines, but he had just stayed professional, not saying a word more than he needed.

Something that was echoed with the way he moved, carefully, almost as if he wasn’t used to his body’s shape, having suddenly grown into it in one night.

They had moved onto the road, him moving by her side, with a lengthy distance, so that she could have her own privacy but at the same time, she couldn’t help but have this feeling that he was observing her, although Sihtric kept his eyes on the ground

Something she was used to.

But Sihtric seemed attentive not to be caught.

“… I was on a job…” she didn’t know why she felt suddenly ashamed of admitting that she worked as an escort, although she wasn’t for sure embarrassed of it.

But she hadn’t said much, if not nothing, to anyone that wasn’t in her same business, so suddenly speaking about it made her nervous, although she didn’t have nothing to hide.

“… a client took a video without my permission of us…” was she seriously blushing about it?

“… do you know with what he might have taken it?”.

She was glad for Sihtric’s technical question and not focusing on her ‘job’, but she was extremely worried of answering negatively, thinking it might have been important, so she simply shoook her head, adding:

“I do think that he had a secret camera, since he pushed his phone on the bedside table to check the hour…” she explained trying to remember the previous afternoon, as she scanned the room in her memory “… but I didn’t notice anything”.

“Technology sadly has become more and more discreet…” explained Sihtric “… so sadly I don’t blame you for not noticing that something was wrong”.

And although she hadn’t realized it, what he said made her feel a bit less guilty for the thing that had happened, the previous afternoon.

“… can I see the video?” this certainly got her to blush “… just to see if I can detect the model of the camera”.

Easlwith nodded, although she couldn’t help but be a bit skeptic about it.

Was he doing it because he needed it, or he wanted to try to catch the glimpse of some free porn?

Still she showed it to him, without the audio, and again Sihtric surprised her with simply checking the first scene, involving a simple exchange of curtesy between her and a client, and then paused the video

“… it is a camera, but nothing professional, which will make it easy to track down” he explained softly, before he asked if he could take the phone in his hands getting out his own and for a moment Ealhswith was scared shitless that he would have forwarded it to his own phone, but Sihtric simply clicked an app on his own phone, where a list of technology materials appeared and he searched through them, finding one and then pushing a few more buttons.

And Ealhswith didn’t understand much, although she thought she was good with her own computer, but Sihtric seemed to do it like it was the most common thing.

As if it was something that he definitely did daily, quickly clicking a few more apps, eventually settling himself up in what looked like somebody’s else computer and then with a click the video disappeared from her phone.

And Sihtric closed all the apps he had opened, before muttering as he dragged lazily his thumb on the screen as if it calmed him:

“I should have finished with this” and only five minutes had passed “… I am not sure that he doesn’t have copies saved on external pieces, but I have installed a virus in case he try to download them in the computers that will immediately delete them and will threaten of denouncing him to the police”.

Ealhswith truly didn’t know what to say, unable to grasp the fact that that thing that had been truly bothering her from last night, making her panic completely and worry for the worst was now… solved and finished.

And she’d never have to hear about that asshole.

Sihtric nodded, scratching lightly the back of his head, almost as if he didn’t know what to say, eventually again settling on his phone, as a notification appeared, and he simply shook lightly his head, although a small smirk appeared on his face.

A small handsome smirk.

“… how much… how much do I have to pay you?” she asked already ready for whatever sum might come her way.

Although she got paid quite well, she knew that hackers undoubtedly risked so much that they got paid quite well for doing it, but as Sihtric finally raised his head to meet her eyes, he simply shook his head.

“… don’t worry about it”.

She had expected him to ask a big sum of money, maybe enough that she would have to maybe consider pawning a few of her family jewels.

She had expected him to ask of being paid in a natural way, asking for her body in exchange for having saved her ass.

But she certainly hadn’t expected him to simply dismiss it as if he hadn’t probably committed a few federal crimes to avoid a revenge porn vide of her getting out of some asshole’s phone.

“Se… serio… seriously?” she now felt like the quiet one, as Sihtric did nod his head, almost as if this was the usual thing, and he put again the phone in his pockets, giving her back her own one, meanwhile she wondered where the trick was.

Had he saved a copy of the video on his phone?

Did he expect her to fall in love with him, after saving her as some kind of modern Cinderella?

Men, no matter what, always wanted something from women.

They thought that simply because they paid for them of paid things for them, they owned them and they could do whatever they wanted with them, no matter that they were in 2019 and there was a Third Wave Intersectional Feminism that worked towards erasing that concept.

So, Sihtric couldn’t be different.

She knew it

“… actually…” here comes the advances and the requests “… there is an ice cream place nearby, you can offer me an ice cream there, if you feel like you owe me something”.

She was surprised and not solely because of the fact that he wanted eat ice cream in full winter, but she hadn’t ever been treated with such kindness in and outside of her line of work by a man.

And she couldn’t help but be somehow fascinated by it, almost as if she was walking on a tightrope and although it was dangerous, it fascinated her with the beautiful view that it offered, two mismatched eyes holding a shyness in them that locked in everything they might have said.

She hadn’t had a big crush on everybody since for ever, but she couldn’t deny that Sihtric certainly was an interesting type.

And yet she wouldn’t have fallen for the knight in shining armor.

She didn’t trust those in the slightest..

But she was undoubtedly curious about what made the man in front of her.

“… then show me the way to the ice cream shop”.

The ice cream shop was cutsie place where she hadn’t certainly thought of meeting the smart hacker, his black clothes completely mismatched with the colorful place which Ealhswith appreciated.

There she was finally able to breath as she realized she was free.

She wouldn’t have been blackmailed anymore for that video.

And she wouldn’t have risked her whole career disappearing just because some man decided that he wanted more than she allowed.

… and it was all thanks to the dork in front of her playing around with his spoon in the ice cream cup he had chosen.

His cheeks were a bit brightened by the presence of sugar now in his blood, although he had already talked a bit during their trip to the ice cream parlor, alongside her.

And strangely not about her line of work.

Ice cream had been the main topic and almost as if they hadn’t just met each other that morning, he had teased her for liking vanilla, meanwhile she defended her beloved flavor with all heart, insisting that although it might have been plain… it never disappointed.

‘… you almost convinced me’ he uttered lightly, with a bright smile and for a moment she had thought of having witnessed a miracle, something that had probably taken all the energy he had in his own body, because he had stopped talking there and then.

She had offered the ice cream, and he had welcomed gladly the gesture, already choosing the flavors with big eyes of a child that had been denied a treat for so long.

And that was when she understood that he had also known poverty.

If not something worse.

But she hadn’t asked anything about it.

They had sat down in a corner, as Sihtric moved like he could map out this entire place with his own eyes closed and she followed him calmly, settling herself up in front of him, as she herself started munching on the top of the straw in her milkshake.

Vanilla flavored, indeed.

Again Sihtric seemed to want to shrink in himself again, and some part of Ealhswith, a math major with a pedagogy course in her system, couldn’t help but think that it must have been some gesture that he had started doing in infancy and kept on doing as a coping mechanism.

A defense mechanism.

“… I don’t think I have said it” she commented as a few of the last clients move outside, giggling happily “… but thank you for doing what you did, I truly appreciate it”.

“… it was a pleasure” although she didn’t notice any change in his voice, but he seemed almost to perk up at the comment, almost as if he hadn’t expected it.

“… and thank you for not judging me… I know that what I do isn’t the best…” she didn’t know why she had to say that, but all her life she had felt like she was guilty of something, although she had never admitted it.

She was comfortable having sex with men, simply for money and she was comfortable with knowing that, but strangely she had always felt like this should have made her feel guilty of some obscure and horrible secret.

… and it had indeed horridly impacted her thoughts and mental health, although she refused to admit it.

“… listen I have a friend who is a sugar baby, so believe me, I don’t judge you, in the slightest” his tone was low key calm, but there was sprinkle of humor in his mouth, not against her but she couldn’t help but feel a bit calmer… and more at ease “… I am glad to have helped you”.

“Can I… can I ask you what programs you used? To delete the image… ” the question was both  out of curiosity and both because you wanted to be sure that the photo hadn’t been simply hidden or such, although you were relieved by the fact that that asshole didn’t have it anymore on his phone, you didn’t want any traces to have been left on Sihtric’s phone “… I don’t know much about computers, although I did a course or two…”.

And she was low key impressed by Sihtric’s ability.

“… oh it’s mostly through remote control it’s a…” and he seemed truly surprised when she named a computer program for it, but it wasn’t the ‘my male ego was wounded by your comment my sweet maiden’ surprise.

It was honest surprised.

Almost as if he seemed a child happy of having someone who wanted to play with him.

“… you have certainly done more than one course to know that name” he mumbled “… didn’t you think about solving the problem on your own?”.

He seemed truly enthralled by Ealhswith’s knowledge and she blushed under that mismatched and intense stare, almost unwanted and uncontrolled, as if he hadn’t noticed he was staring at her that strongly.

“… I just… I know the basilar things, not the… you know…” and she lowered her voice with a conspiratorial tone “… hacker stuff”.

He giggled at that comment, a truly boisterous laugh that made her smirk a bit.

And he then proceeded to explain to her what he had done, the honesty in his tone confirming the truth behind his words, but also the way he explained it to her, was extremely proper and as if he knew all about those things.

Showing her that he truly knew his job.

‘… how do you know all this stuff?’ she had once asked him in the middle of his explanation, and he had seemed almost ashamed of it, lightly backing away as if he was scared to show himself, having taken an uncertain forward step.

‘… internet’ he simply stated, but Eahlswith sure it wasn’t the entire truth.

But didn’t push further.

‘… what about you?’ he tried to shift the attention away from himself “... interested in computer sciences?”.

“Kind off… although… I actually study math” she explained “… I want to become a teacher… I always… I always had this horrible… horrible math teacher. He always said that girls… girls weren’t logical enough to study math… and little eight-year-old me wanted desperately to prove him wrong”.

A soft smile appeared on Sihtric’s face at that, almost as if he had been told the same and could relate to that.

“… he seems like a very horrible teacher”.

“I don’t want any girl to feel like they don’t have a chance to learn math, simply because they aren’t logical enough” she muttered tightly “… I want them to believe in themselves”.

“That’s very very cool”.

Sihtric’s tone was honest and impressed.

She blushed a bit, realizing about how much she had blabbered about her life to a complete stranger, although he had been the first one to listen without adding anything or any judgement which made him easy to talk to.

But Ealhswith wasn’t truly convinced about his intentions.

But the atmosphere grew much more relaxed and calmer, and by the end she was finished with her milkshake, just as Sihtric had ordered one of his own.

She couldn’t help but almost dread the thought of leaving him behind, although she didn’t have any other reason to stay.

She wanted to honestly to try to make him stay longer, maybe invite him out.

But men weren’t much different among themselves and in the end when they discovered what she truly did, they’d try to make her to stop and then fetishize her situation till it got ‘too boring’, discarding them with the excuse of ‘not being pure enough’ for a true relationship.

Good enough.

She had gone through it multiple times when she was younger, and then she had stopped dating.

And she didn’t want to ruin the nice image of Sihtric she had in her mind.

“… I have to go…” she commented in the end, knowing that she had to send the part of her thesis to her relator before tonight.

But her body didn’t seem to cooperate instead pushing itself to remain seated in front of Sihtric, who raised his head surprised before again his gaze became focused on everything but her.

“… I do understand it” he replied, and then he seemed to have an almost conflict with himself, before he bit down roughly on his lip, taking a decision “… I… I teach at a small course… on computers… nothing truly illegal, but if you are interested in deepening this I… you have certainly the brain for it”.

She was full on blushing now and she didn’t know why she nodded, but she did.

And now strangely she had a reason to see that strange hacker again.

And her heart fluttered at that.

And she wasn’t sure it was a good thing.

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Home Is Not A Place by Tyler Jorgenson 

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One of Us | TLK One Shot

Sihtric misses his eldest son & needs to fill that void

Thank you @solinarimoon for this big brain prompt

1,300 words of fluff, k.enjoyyyy

gif by @lauwrite1225 because she's an angel

Something inside Sihtric had been missing since leaving Coccham.

It was his eldest son, Young Sihtric.

The boy, no… the young warrior now much too old for his parents decided to stay behind in Coccham. The town was his home, where he had found a wife and started his own family. It made sense why he did not join his parents, but they were still broken.

Mainly his father, who missed the bond they once shared when the Younger will still... well, young.

He found himself thinking the most about his eldest after a long night of ale, which for Sihtric was most nights. Every night he would come home a little sadder than the last. It got to the point where his dear wife Ealhswith felt the need to ask him to stop going to the alehouse with the others so frequently. Her heart broke for her husband, but not as much as his own did.

One night was especially bad.

Uhtred had spent the night boasting about Aethelstan's growth as a warrior and a man. He was proud of the boy he was raising, and it reminded Sihtric so much of his eldest. Yes, he had other children, and even one on the way, but it would be a long time before he would be teaching any of them the ways of a warrior. He missed the days when he and Sihtric would practice the boys' sword skill from sunrise to sunset, sometimes even being out till dark. It was some of his proudest moments.

He longed so desperately for those moments again.

When Sihtric could not take anymore boasting, he knew it was time to excuse himself for the night and head home. Wobbling his way back to his home in the pouring rain with his head down and his thoughts in Coccham.

Which means he did not see the face of the boy who successfully pickpocketed him.

He still felt the bag being stolen, turning around just in time to see the young boy running with Sihtric's coin.

"Get back here!" Sihtric snarled in his drunken state as he chased the boy down.

Seeing that he was indeed drunk, it was a bit more of a struggle to catch up to the little thief than it would have been sober. Tripping over multiple objects, and slipping once in the mud before finally catching the boy in an alleyway, grabbing him by the shoulder.

"Give me back my coin, you little turd!" Sihtric growls as he turns the boy around.

Now that he can see the boy's face, Sihtric has a better look at the fear in his eyes. Pushing the pouch back towards Sihtric as he trembles, "I'm sorry, I was just hungry!"

Sihtric snatches the purse from the boy's hand and then sighs with frustration, the father of plenty's heart rather soft when it comes to children, "Where are your parents?"

"I..." The boy mutters his words, his eyes avoiding Sihtric's, "I have none."

With a sigh, Sihtric pinches the space between his brow. When his eyes open again he takes another look at the boy, noticing just how soaked to the bone he is and then Sihtric catches sight of the hammer hanging from the boy's neck.

He's a Dane.

With his arms crossed and his head tilted, Sihtric takes a deep breath and asks the boy, "Are you hungry?"

The child nods, "Starving."

Sihtric hums okay and then nods his head for the boy to follow him. He hesitates for a moment, but then the child follows, Sihtric glancing down at him as they walk side by side, "What is your name, boy?"

"I am called Cynlaef."

"Cynlaef...?" Sihtric questions, waiting for the boy to tell him his surname.

"I have no father, and my mother is dead," Cynlaef explains in a low voice, "I am a bastard."

Of course, he is.

Sihtric huffs, nodding his head as he leads Cynlaef back to his home in silence.

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It is late enough by the time he arrives home that his children are all sleeping safely under their furs, but his wife is still wide awake. Cleaning up their home after a long day of their little ones making a mess of it.

Sihtric is grateful that his wife still has a fire burning as they open the door to the home, his bones chilled from walking in the rain.

At the sight of the two soaked boys, Ealhswith gasps, "Where have you been, it's pouring from the heavens out there- " She notices Cynlaef and her words stop short, and as she points to the boy, Ealhswith gives her husband a confused look, "Who is this?"

"His name is Cynlaef," Sihtric explains, ruffling the boys' soaked hair, "He will be staying with us now."

"What?"

"I am?"

"You are," Sihtric tells the boy, his expression hiding whether or not he was pleased about the situation, "He's one of us now."

Ealhswith doesn't argue, at least not yet, walking over to the boy and rubbing her fingers against his dirty cheeks, "Let us get you dried off then, you're soaked to the bone."

"And food, Eal, the boy is starved."

"Of course," she smiles sweetly at Cynlaef, stepping out of the room for only a moment and returning with a quilt for him to dry himself off with and change of clothes. Probably left behind from his eldest when he was this size.

After giving the boy everything he needs, Ealhswith pulls Sihtric to the side, keeping her voice low as she speaks to him, "Sihtric-"

"He has no one, Ealhswith-"

"We have plenty of children to feed, and more on the way," She sighs, crossing her arms over her protruding belly, and sighs, "We cannot take in another."

"He needs this, Eal," Sihtric mutters to his wife, the ale catching up to him as well as his emotions as he frowns, "I need this."

Ealhswith looks at her husband for a moment, seeing the heartbreak in his eyes, and then looks back to Cynlaef, whos enjoying leftover broth and some bread by the fire. The boy looks like he's the king of a very humble castle. It's heartwarming, to say the least, and thankfully the reason she gives in.

"Fine," Ealhswith tells Sihtric as she turns back to her husband, rolling her eyes with only a touch of frustration, "You may keep him, but he is your responsibility-"

She's cut off by Sihtric grabbing her by the cheeks and pulling her in for a big kiss, making her chuckle as it breaks, "Thank you, my darling wife, you will not regret it," Sihtric then goes over to Cynlaef, ruffling his hair as he heads to his room to change into dry clothes and stopping to talk to him, "You are now Cynlaef Sihtricsson, boy, understood?"

Cynlaef looks up back at Ealhswith and then up at Sihtric with a large smile on his face as he nods happily, "Yes, Father. I understood."

Sihtric smiles with a nod, winking at the boy before he turns to leave, "Good."

Part of him is sure his wife isn't as pleased as he is, but Sihtric does not seem to care as he crawls happily into his bed. His heart feeling lighter than it has in the months since moving to Rumcofa. Part of him is worried when he wakes in the morning, his wife would have gone back on her word and kicked the boy out.

But when Sihtric wakes up in the morning and heads to the main room for breakfast, he finds Cynlaef at the table with the rest of his children as Ealhswith serves them all something to eat.

Placing a kiss on the top of Cynlaef's head as the boy so kindly thanked her for breakfast.

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[lauwrite1225]

Finan and Sigtryggr are married in season 5 and i love that for them but i hope we get more of Sihtric and his wife!!😫

Me too!!! Let's all pray to see SW next season 😩🙏

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first line tag game

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 of your favorite authors.

i was tagged by @raincityruckus

i’m tagging idk anyone who wants to do this!

1. Maybe We Could Get To Know Each Other The Last Kingdom: Finan x OC and currently in limbo as my brain refuses to work “You are looking very Rosie the Riveter today.” 2. The Lion’s Roar The Last Kingdom: Finan x OC, complete She awoke before the sun.

3. Lover to Lover The Last Kingdom: Sihtric x Ealhswith, complete Ealhswith tilted her head back, her eyes fluttering shut as her husband nuzzled against the crook of her neck, teeth nipping at the soft skin.  4. How Deep Is Your Love The Last Kingdom: Sihtric x Ealhswith, complete It was a distinct kind of chaos that rippled through the upper levels of the inn, the hallways overrun with warriors and priests and men lucky enough to earn the right amount of silver to grant them access to the women upstairs.  5. Heart It Races The Last Kingdom: Sihtric x Ealhswith, complete It had been thirteen days since she last saw him- no, fourteen if she counted today- and as the sun was beginning to set, she did.  6. What Kind of Man The Last Kingdom: Osferth, complete There was a hint of pink in the sky, the sun barely ready for its descent but already finding its way to illuminate the horizon.

[raincityruckus]

Since make space (if she don't mind) is one of my favorite stories ever, naturally that is what I have to ask about. Plus the title is pretty and poetic (but it was really your AO3 tags that made me click on it because they are Art.)

🥰thank yooouuu i love that stupid threesome fic so much. 

the title is from i don’t mind by kongos

The sun will rise and fall again Kick my shoes off and count to ten Get this girl closer 'til we're touching skin Making some space and if she don't mind

and tbh “why have a love triangle when you could have a threesome” is like my motto. it’s going on my crest. 

and like tbh it's been 30 000 years since i was in a fandom which actively supported OCs and i fucking missed it, i tell you what.

The truth is that Sihtric is mad at his wife. Frustrated with her at least. Æsa and Ealhswith are close, best friends like he said. They share things that he doesn’t share with either of them. But that doesn’t mean Æsa isn’t his friend too. She’s fit herself into his life and if that means that sometimes he wants things he can’t have from her well then he’ll live with that. So if Ealhswith chases Æsa away he loses her too.

“You know Æsa is your friend,” he says again, giving his head a shake. His arms loop around her waist and he shifts her on his lap so she’s facing him more fully, “were you testing her?”

It doesn’t seem right though. If Ealhswith had truly worried she wouldn’t have hovered, leaving them alone would have been more effective. And there’s no jealousy in her face, no anger. If Sihtric’s honest she has cause for jealousy.  

Everything about Æsa cutting and braiding his hair was intimate. When he felt her breath against his ear it was a monumental force of will not to crush her mouth against his and take what it is he wants from her. Worse because the heat in her pale eyes told him she would have let him. Begged him to.  His wife has every reason to be angry and jealous. 

Instead she gives him a sweet smile, shaking her head like he’s said something foolish. 

“I don’t want a friend,” she tells him, leaning close not to kiss him but to speak against his mouth, ��I want a wife.”

i don’t know when i’ll update again but i did update last week in case anyone was wondering. you can read the most recent chapter or start at the beginning

[emilyhufflepufftlk]

Sihtric’s family | Season 5