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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 9 months

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Fighter chapter 12

Note: shoutout to book Sihtric. Earlier chapters are: here.

Warnings: fluff/light smut/suggestive. Mention of blood.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Your husband faced his opponent in the cage.

wordcount: 3,3k

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You stared at Sihtric from across his bedroom while he was looking down at his phone, his back turned towards you. You looked him up and down as he stood there shirtless, wearing only his red sweatpants, and you smiled at the sight of his scarred yet perfect muscular back, and even at the several bruises he had earned only about twelve hours ago. Your husband had won last night's fight but hadn't walked out of the octagon unharmed either. You remembered how he had been wrestling with his opponent, Aethelred, for several long minutes, gaining those clearly visible marks on his back before he had managed to get back up at his feet again.

You snapped out of your memory when Sihtric turned while grabbing a few shirts, his eyes still glued on his phone as he was reading a text from his car dealer, who just wrote to him that his brand new Bugatti was ready to be picked up. You kept your eyes on him as you thought he was so handsome like this, when he was just doing his own thing, quietly, not opening his mouth. His long hair was tied back, the sides recently shaved just before the fight, and despite the cuts and bruises on his face he still looked like a sculpture to you, like a God. You couldn't deny that you felt a heat rise inside of you when you looked at his arms, which flexed lightly whenever he moved, and you felt a sudden urge to feel those arms around you, squeezing you tightly from behind while you'd sink your teeth into his wrist as he'd fuck you relentlessly, just like he had done the night before his fight.

After a long moment your husband felt your eyes on him, and he looked up, pulling you out of your steamy fantasy, and you felt yourself swooning at the sight of his mismatched eyes. You still counted yourself the luckiest girl alive by being married to that fine piece of man, despite all the hardships that had been thrown at you. You always made it through together, and you couldn't imagine ever wanting someone that wasn't him. But then… then Sihtric smiled at you as he was about to tell you about his new car.

And it was not just a sweet small smile, no, it was a full smile. One that caused wrinkles next to his eyes and exposed his teeth, and you felt that rush of desire for him fade away instantly. You made a face before you looked away and walked out of the room, down the stairs, leaving Sihtric on his own upstairs as he continued to pack his bags.

He just sighed and then chuckled, because he knew you still loved him despite his most recent fuck up, which he only had himself to blame for.

When you and Sihtric got home after his car crash and had a good talk, you decided to stay the night with him after he had asked you through his tears. You finally slept in the same bed again, but you both couldn't help feeling it was rather strange after the distance there had been between you. It took a few days for things to slowly feel like normal again, and you finally found support in each other when grief took over on the bad days.

But as life simply seemed to continue just like that, Sihtric was still training for his fight, which was closing in. He usually would move out of his house for a little while to focus on the fight and his training, but as circumstances were a little different now, he wanted to stay with you and prepare at home. His team had told him that there was no shame in cancelling the fight either, as everyone would understand he'd need time to heal and be there for you too, but he said he was doing okay. And you knew more than anyone else that he needed the fight more than ever, so you wouldn't even let him cancel it if he had asked you.

And in a way it was good that he continued his training, as it kept you busy too by being his physiotherapist and doing exercises with him twice a day. It gave you both a sense of routine again and an understanding that life goes on, no matter how hard it may be. To keep things going and to distract yourselves, and also because you really wanted to move to a different home, you and Sihtric spent evenings together in bed with his laptop after his training, hunting for houses, and you had already scheduled a few viewings only a day after his fight. You had asked him if it was a good idea to plan a viewing so short after the fight, as you never knew in what state he'd climb out of that cage afterwards, but he promised it would be fine. You only later wished you hadn't listened to him.

Then, when there was only one day before the fight left, Sihtric came up to you in the kitchen and asked if you had a moment to talk.

'What is it?' you asked, a little anxiously when you saw his troubled face as you sat next to him on his couch, 'are you okay, tiger?'

'Yeah, I just… I- I, you know, I mean, like, are we … good?' he asked, hesitantly.

'What?' you frowned, confused, 'yeah? I mean… I thought we were good? At the very least we're trying to live normally again. What makes you think we're not good?'

'Well,' Sihtric shifted and fidgeted with his wedding ring, 'it's just that… I'm not sure if you're, you know, still- still attracted to me…'

You stared at Sihtric and blinked, dumbfounded. Even with the messy, uncombed hair he had right now you still could not think of a more beautiful man than him, inside and out, and you snorted.

'You think I am not attracted to you anymore?'

Sihtric mumbled something and shrugged, 'Are you?'

'Of course I am,' you said and took his hands, 'honey, why do you think otherwise?'

'Well… we haven't been really intimate in a while, and I know it's because of everything that happened and now because of my fight but I just,' Sihtric sighed and shook his head lightly, 'I just worried maybe I fucked up. I mean I know I fucked up, but after we spoke about things I figured we were okay and working on our relationship again but I just… I- I feel less desired by you, I guess.'

'Sihtric,' you cupped his cheeks, 'of course I am still attracted to you, silly,' you pecked his lips and stared into his duo-coloured eyes, 'you are still wildly arousing to me,' you said, to which you both chuckled, 'but yes, things have been different lately due to everything. My sex drive was just not what it used to be for a while, that just happens when you're going through lows. And I assumed it's been the same for you?'

Sihtric nodded, 'Yeah, but, it's… I guess it's fairly normal again now,' he paused, then gave you hopeful eyes and asked, 'kiss?'

You smiled and pecked your husband's lips softly.

'Well, I'm getting back to fairly normal again too, but now we can't do anything because of the fight. Therefore I also wasn't going to tempt you when I wanted to,' you shrugged, 'I promise, you do not need to worry about us. We're good. I'm still attracted to you and I still love you, okay? I guess after tomorrow's fight we can explore each other again,' you smiled, 'if you're not too battered that is.'

'But I want you now,' your husband whispered, almost whining as he sat back and looked at you, then pulled you in his lap, 'now, bunny,' he hummed, and his hands roamed over your sides.

You bit down on your lip and smiled. It had indeed been too long since you had been intimate with him, but you didn't want to risk him losing his fight just because you wanted to have sex. Sihtric knew this as well as you, but he was too cocky to admit it could be his downfall during the fight. Because of his fighting success he thought he could simply have it all, and you hated his ego as much as you loved it. You hated a cocky guy, but yours was just so sexy when he was overly confident, he was hard to resist.

'I want you too,' you murmured against his lips, 'but we shouldn't. You know we shouldn't.'

'Doesn't that make it more fun?' Sihtric smiled in between hungry and sloppy kisses, 'I have nothing to lose, baby.'

'Except for your reputation as a new MMA fighter,' you scoffed as he held your face and looked into your eyes.

'Fuck that reputation,' Sihtric said softly, eyes darting all over you, 'I have everything I need right here in my lap. I don't need that reputation,' he smiled slyly and pulled you back in, 'I'm still getting paid, win or lose,' he brushed his lips over yours while his hands found your buttocks, and he squeezed your ass firmly, 'I still get to buy my wife a new house, win or lose,' he chuckled and flicked his tongue against your lips, then bit your lower lip and lightly sucked it before he kissed you again. 'And I still get to fuck my wife in every room of whichever new house we move into, win or lose.'

'Oh, you think so?' you purred teasingly, your hands sliding under his UFC shirt that had his last name on the back, 'you think I'd let you fuck me when you lose that fight?'

Sihtric smirked as he hummed and shoved his hand down your sweatpants, 'I don't think,' he said, and teased you by lightly dragging his fingers over your soaked panties, 'I know for a fact you'll let me fuck you by how wet you already are for me.'

'And you thought I wasn't attracted to you.'

'I thought wrong.'

You exhaled sharply when he brushed his fingertips over your lips and, as you exhaled, pushed two digits in your mouth while you began to desperately grind his thigh.

'That's my good girl,' Sihtric breathed as he watched you with heavy lidded eyes, 'you want me?'

'Mhm,' you hummed pathetically as you sucked his fingers with greed.

'I didn't get that,' he said with a low voice and removed his fingers, 'do you want me?' he asked again as he slowly licked his lips.

'Y-yes,' you whispered, 'but we… we shouldn't. They don't want you to have sex before a fight-'

'Then they shouldn't have let me marry a wife as arousing as you.'

'Sihtric,' you chuckled and blushed, 'honey, we eloped.'

'Exactly,' he smiled, 'so no one can stop us now either.'

He pulled you back in again to kiss your lips, and he then smoothly flipped you over on the couch, face down, ass up, just the way he liked it. He pulled your sweatpants down and you felt his warm hands on your ass while he teasingly rubbed his hands over your exposed skin.

'We… shouldn't be doing this,' you murmured, not very convincing, to which Sihtric chuckled softly.

'I know.'

Fight Night.

Just like at the other fights you witnessed before, your heart was pounding out of your chest while you watched your husband walk out to the centre of the arena. This time you weren't in the crowd, near the octagon, instead you watched the fight on the tv screen in Sihtric's dressing room as you didn't want to draw any attention to yourself. You and Sihtric were both aware of the rumours that were being spread online lately. The latest gossip was that you and 'the bad boy heart-throb fighter' were divorced after Sihtric had posted those selfies of him without his wedding ring, when you had "left" him for a short while.

Sihtric didn't like the fact you weren't in the crowd as he knew it would fuel the gossip even more, but he completely understood and also wanted to shield you from the media right now, so he had Finan watch with you while Uhtred, his coach, was right outside the octagon. You watched the screen and saw how your husband's opponent, one Aethelred, made his way to the octagon and Finan huffed beside you.

'Little shit.'

'What?'

'That guy,' Finan grumbled, 'he's a weasel. Everyone knows he doesn't fight fair.'

Because of your personal worries as of late you hadn't even looked up Sihtric's opponent, as you usually did, so you actually had no idea who he was up against and hearing Finan's words made you anxious.

'What do you mean?'

You suddenly feared for your husband's wellbeing as you watched Aethelred enter the octagon. He did look like the type of guy who would cheat his way out of anything, and by the crowd's reaction he wasn't very popular amongst them either as the arena was filled with their loud booing, so loud you could even hear it in the dressing room.

'He'll try some shit, believe me,' Finan said, 'he always does.'

You watched the screen and saw how the camera closed in on Sihtric, and he grabbed the camera to kiss the lens, which you knew he did for you and you felt yourself tear up already. He looked so good, so handsome, with his hair braided while wearing black and green Venum fighting shorts, and you got lost in your own thoughts for a moment about how you couldn't wait to wrap your arms around him again and pull down those shorts. But then before you knew it, that horrific sound of the bell rang through the sold out arena, starting the first round. The crowd roared while you kept your eyes fixated on the screen in front of you as you held your breath. You kept your fingers crossed and muttered 'come on, love,' and 'don't get hurt,' under your breath, desperately wanting Sihtric to come out as unharmed as possible.

'And we're off!' Erik announced excitedly as the two fighters approached each other.

'Ow!' Sigefrid yelled when Aethelred immediately received a jab to his face, 'that was a hit!'

'That was just a slap,' Erik laughed, 'if that was a full hit he would've been down already.'

'You're right, you're right,' the brother chuckled, 'Sihtric's punches are mean and this wasn't one at full strength- OH! Goodness!' he suddenly yelled as the fight continued before his eyes.

You jumped up from the couch as you saw how Sihtric and Aethelred had collided and were down wrestling on the blood smudged canvas, and Finan shouted at the tv when he saw Aethelred holding onto the cage fence when Sihtric had him backed into it.

'He can't bloody do that!' Finan hissed, 'see!' he turned to you, 'I told you! He always does things that are not allowed!'

'Is he holding onto the cage?' Erik asked his brother.

'Is he? He is!' Sigefrid scoffed, 'that's… that's… how is the referee not seeing this?'

'He's just not seeing it,' Erik said, 'I can't believe this- oh, now he sees it!'

You saw how the fighters got pulled apart and Aethelred got a first warning for breaking a rule. The fight continued but it only took about a minute before they were wrestling down on the canvas again, and once again your husband's opponent held onto the cage for a better grip when he was clearly losing the game if he didn't cheat.

'He's doing it again!' Erik shouted in disbelief, and the crowd booed as they witnessed it.

You looked at Finan, who was again shouting at the screen when the referee acted late upon Aethelred's action, and you looked back at the screen when you heard your husband's name. You saw Sihtric had taken out his mouthpiece after the fight was interrupted again and he yelled something inaudible towards Aethelred, who feigned innocence as the referee gave him another warning.

'What did Sihtric yell?' Erik asked his brother, as he had also missed it.

'I'm pretty sure he told Aethelred to stop being a pussy,' Sigefrid laughed, to which his brother broke in laughter too, as did Finan next to you and you couldn't help but chuckle too.

The fight then continued again, and you proudly watched Sihtric throw a few punches and nasty leg kicks, which earned him some good points if the fight would end by decision. But then, as the first round was almost over, Sihtric received an uppercut which caused his mouthpiece to be punched out. You saw it, Finan saw it, Aethelred saw it and the brothers commenting saw it too, but the referee didn't see it as everything happened so fast. Aethelred decided to use the moment, even if it wasn't allowed, and Sihtric received another punch to his face as he was distracted by losing his mouthpiece for a split second, and you saw the blood pour out of his mouth immediately.

But instead of stopping the fight as he should have done, Sihtric decided to throw a punch back which landed right between Aethelred's eyes and knocked out his opponent in an instant. While Aethelred fell down on the canvas, unconscious, Finan jumped up to celebrate the knockout and the brothers began to scream and shout in their mics as they were blown away by what had just happened. But you stared at the screen with wide eyes as you saw Sihtric get down on his knees, and when the camera zoomed in on your husband as he brought his hands up to his mouth, you saw it and gasped.

'His fucking teeth!' you shrieked, 'his fucking front teeth got knocked out!'

About an hour after your husband's latest victory you sat with him and a part of his team in his dressing room. Sihtric held an ice pack to his mouth while Finan was clearly amused by what had happened, and then Uhtred stepped in the room after he had made a phone call.

'Yeah, so,' Uhtred said awkwardly as he scratched his head, 'I called his dentist and his teeth cannot be fixed until next weekend.'

'What?!' you shouted, 'no… no, this can't be,' you looked mortified as you glanced at your husband, who gave you his big puppy dog eyes and a sheepish smile, which exposed the gap where his two teeth had been until recently. 'We have… we have a house viewing tomorrow, he can't show up like this!'

'What? Why not?' Sihtric asked with a heavy lisp.

'Baby, stop talking!' you snapped.

'What? You don't think it's sexy?' Sihtric taunted, his lisp getting worse the more he spoke.

'No! You sound like Mike Tyson!' you cried, 'this is a nightmare, look at him!' you yelled at Uhtred and Finan as you pointed towards Sihtric, who bared his teeth just to rile you up.

'Well, you know, he could… he could wear a grill,' Finan shrugged, knowing he was adding fuel to the fire, 'you know one of those golden-'

'He's not going to wear a grill, Finan!' you snarled.

You stared at your husband, who pushed the ice pack back to his mouth again, and then someone you had never seen before entered the room with an empty glass. Or at least, you thought it was empty, until Uhtred handed it to you and you saw it held Sihtric's teeth. A soft sob escaped you as you stared down into the glass.

And it was about twelve hours later when you stared at your husband again as he packed his bags to leave for another city, where you'd stay in a hotel as you'd view several potential houses. You loved him more than ever and thought he was the most handsome man you had ever seen. You desperately wanted to jump his bones, but then Sihtric turned and smiled at you, showing off the gap between his teeth, and you were instantly turned off. But Sihtric still smiled, because he knew you loved him, and because he would soon pick up his other baby; his new car.

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whitedarkmoonflower · 1 year

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Good wife

Part 2 of Princess

Sihtric x reader

Authors note: initially intended as a Part 2 of Princess, but can also be read as a stand alone fic. This is my attempt for a happy ending for my little princess and I think I managed pretty good 😉

And before you start asking, I know I am not following the poll 🙈. I was carried away by the impression that Part 2 of Princess will win anyway and continued writing even before the poll was over. The modern!Sihtric smut request will follow next week, I promise 😅

My biggest and warmest thanks to awesome @arcielee for agreeing to beta read this fic and for all your comments and suggestions! You are incredibly talented writer! The way you play with words and conjure incredibly vivid descriptions make me awe each time anew.

Warnings: 18+, angst (you probably have noticed by now, I simply can't without it🤨), forced marriage, abuse, domestic violence, smut, revenge, blood

Summary: you return to Winchester for your father's King Alfred's funeral just to discover that Sihtric hasn't kept his promise.

Word Count: 4,966

Princess

It's early morning, and the sun is poised to rise above the horizon as you move silently through the corridors of the still-sleeping palace. Your dress glides over the worn steps with a light hush being the only sound disturbing the peacefulness of the new day rising. Upon reaching the garden, you effortlessly locate your favourite secluded spot – a stone pew in the far corner, partially concealed by an ivy-covered wall and a sprawling bird cherry flower bush. You recall how it bloomed exceptionally early in spring, its inimitably sweet fragrance making you almost dizzy. It’s a scent of your happier days, and you inhale deeply, hoping to infuse every cell of your being with its essence.

You settle down, embracing the calmness of the moment. A few birds are singing a praise to the sun, its golden fingers slowly stretching to brush the world awake. A gentle breeze frolics in the branches of the trees, adding to the calm beauty of the morning. You're aware that this tranquillity is illusory, yet you cling to it, you need this moment of calmness and silence to gather your thoughts.

The King is dead. Your father, King Alfred, is dead. You still haven’t had a chance to grasp the whole gravity of it. Wessex now stands vulnerable as never before with Cnut and his army preparing to invade, Aethelred of Mercia dreaming about restoring Mercia’s glory and your husband Ethelwold secretly seeking to sever ties with Wessex and secure his claim to East Anglian throne. Politics. You hate politics. Nevertheless, you are not blind and you are definitely not obtuse; the shifts in power and allegiances are impossible to ignore.

You feel anger slowly unfurling within you, making your cheeks blush. Your fingers impulsively shred into small pieces the flower you had just plucked. You can't change anything and your helplessness suffocates you. You're nobody, a mere toy bestowed upon your husband to secure an alliance. This is exactly how he treats you – as a doll that gets retrieved from its box to showcase during special events, to be mistreated and locked away thereafter. There is nothing even close to love or mutual respect in your marriage. You’re his property, and he delights in ascertaining himself of it, evidenced by the concealed bruises and scratches beneath your dress’s long sleeves and high collar. Coward as he is, he's avoided striking your face – possibly fearing that would cause scrutiny from others, perhaps even your father. You catch yourself thinking that this might change now, that your father is dead. Although you are not sure he would have interfered anyway.

Led by a silly sense of duty to your land and your father, you’ve endured five years of this arranged marriage with a man that revolted you in every aspect, bearing mistreatment and humiliation. And what had it brought? Nothing. Your brother is weak and dependent on the support of his ealdorman. Will he manage to assert himself as the king? You haven't seen him all those five years. He has changed a lot, grown up and matured, but will it be enough? At least he had braved to disobey your mother, aligning with Lord Uhtred. His words and the way he spoke justice, keeping up the pardon your father had given Uhtred on his deathbed, ignited a flicker of hope in you. First hesitant and insecure, he had managed to seize control over the gathered crowd, including the ealdormen, and even the queen, whose authority seemed to prevail from the very beginning. Your brother steps into daunting shoes, but his first step was promising, you rethink the events of the previous day.

Your heart quickens its pace, and a wave of embarrassment begins to rise from your neck, tinting your cheeks with an even more intense shade of red than the preceding anger as the memory you try to suppress emerges.

He was there. You had seen him. Keeping himself in the shadows, leaning against an aged wagon with his hand resting on the shoulders of a young girl with plain features and dark hair, Sihtric watched in anticipation the scene transpiring before the palace entrance. Five years have passed since you appeared at his doorstep, head over heels in love with the handsome warrior, hoping for his feelings to mirror yours.

The memory of that night when you willingly gave yourself to him remained untarnished; you have never regretted it. His tender, hesitant confession of love, the gentleness of his touch, the tenderness with which he had made love to you that night, and his eagerness and care to please and satisfy you, aware that it was to be your sole night together, were imprinted in your mind forever. You clung to these sweet memories with all your strength, them becoming your refuge, your shield against the day after and all the other days that followed, when your half-drunk newlywed husband flung you onto the bed, barking at you to disrobe. Undoing his breeches and letting them half down, he flipped you over to your belly, pulled you up to your knees, spread your legs, and placed his hard, dripping cock at your entrance.

“I will teach you now to be a good wife, princess. I am your husband, and you are to obey me. Do you understand? You are mine and only mine. Don’t you ever forget that,” he hissed, leaning closer to your ear, grabbing your hips with both hands and without any warning, forced himself into you in one single motion until the very end of his rigid length.

You screamed out in pain, tears welling up in your eyes, to which he just started relentlessly thrusting into you, his groans of satisfaction echoing in your mind. Too drunk and consumed by chasing his own pleasure, he didn’t even notice you clutching a tiny pouch in your hand, blood reddening your fingers and your dress, as you squeezed it and hastily wiped your fingers against your thighs, faking the loss of your virginity.

A chill crawls up your spine as these memories flood back. Why did you remember this? Wasn’t it torturous enough to witness Sihtric holding that young and pretty woman in his hands? He had promised to wait for you, a promise you never demanded, knowing how impossible and foolish it was. Yet, Sihtric’s earnest tone and self-assuredness as he made that promise, made you believe him. The notion that someone out there truly loved you, cared for you, recalled you and eagerly waited for you had become the light that guided you through your existence. It made the days bearable and warmed you when your husband's cruelty and neglect threatened to extinguish your will to live.

Now the fragile and ridiculous illusion you had clung to for all these years lay shattered into thousand shards. You shouldn’t have come to Winchester. If only you hadn’t seen it with your own eyes, you could have still preserved that naive dream. When Edward pronounced his verdict and the crowd erupted in cheers as he embraced Uhtred, you glimpsed the satisfied smile on Sihtric's lips. He playfully ruffled the girl's hair, and she nestled closer to him, her eyes gleaming with admiration. Unable to bear the sight, you turned abruptly, a heavy weight settling in your chest like a ballast stone, threatening to suffocate you. In that fleeting last moment, your eyes locked with Sihtric’s, surprise flickering across his face, followed by a glimmer of recognition before you managed to flee back into the palace. Your fairy tale had ended abruptly, leaving you with nothing more than bittersweet memories of that single night, when you felt genuinely loved, cherished, and valued.

Tears start rolling down your cheeks, leaving a glistening trace behind them. All you can do is to hide your face in your hands, permitting yourself to cry out all the pent-up despair that accumulated over five years of abuse and humiliation. Your magical wand, capable of summoning light and dispelling darkness is gone, leaving you drowning into a bleak, frigid expanse of misery and hopelessness.

The sun had already risen when sudden voices startle you from your melancholy. The palace has awakened to a new busy day, and you can clearly distinguish the voices of your mother and sister calling your name.

Of course, the feasting this evening! There will be a war council summoned by Edward to discuss how to deal with Cnut and his army, followed by a feast. Not that you anticipated it, but you obviously did not have much choice as your husband was invited to both and expected you to accompany him. Still taunted by the lingering thoughts and memories, you reluctantly rise from the pew and head towards the palace, hastily wiping away your tears before anyone can see them.

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It is quite late already when you finally manage to bring up enough composure to get dressed. You had complained about a heavy headache to your husband, hoping he would agree to leave you alone in the chambers.

“Don’t be foolish and dress yourself,” is the response you get as he leaves for the council, which is supposed to start earlier.

You slow down as you reach the staircase, pausing to survey the hall beneath you. You see your mother and sister engaged in a lively conversation, sitting at the high end of the long table. Strangely you find your husband discussing something with Aethelred – your sister’s spouse – whom you know he can’t bear and despises deeply for being Alfred’s puppy – as he loves to call him.

Vultures start circling a carrion, Edward needs to be cautious in choosing whom to trust. I must speak with him later, you think to yourself.

And then your gaze lands on him. Your fingers clutch the railing with a desperate grip as you steady yourself, feeling your legs tremble, threatening to buckle beneath you.

At the far end of the hall, alongside Lord Uhtred, stands Sihtric. His hands envelop an ale mug, his gaze fixed downwards, hovering between the table and the floor, concern and seriousness in his expression. Your breathing fastens as you strive to regain your composure; your knuckles whiten as you continue to clutch the railing. And as much as you try, you can’t force yourself to look away. He is still so handsome. Everything about him makes your heart pound faster and your breath twitch – his tall and robust frame with his black, curly hair braided on the top, but falling to his shoulders in the back. His strong jawline, the scars tracing his forehead and right cheek, his muscular arms covered by the long sleeves of his leather jerking decorated with gold and silver armbands.

You can still recall these strong arms holding you tightly against his chest, his fingers tenderly raking through your hair. The memory is so vivid in your mind that you almost moan in longing. A captivating mixture of confidence, calmness, and strength emanates from him with the same intensity as when you first met. There is not enough strength within you to descend to the hall and confront him in a dignified manner, there is only one escape for you – to turn back and run to your chambers. Even if it means enduring your disappointed husband’s wrath later, you prefer it a thousand times to the possibility that you would need to speak with Sihtric, now that you are aware he is no longer yours. With the last remnants of your willpower, you force yourself to let go of the railing and want to turn away, your eyes casting one final lingering glance at your former lover as Sihtric lifts his eyes, his gaze meeting yours.

You are frozen, trapped by an invisible spider web that is restraining all your movements, paralysed by the intensive gaze of his big, expressive eyes that are scanning you from head to heels. There is something in his eyes, a lingering mix of confusion, sadness, and some hint of anxiety. Why is he looking so at you? He must be happy; you remember the gleam of happiness he directed to the girl in his arms.

“My dear wife, I am so glad to see you’re feeling better and could join us,” you hear the voice of your husband and in this very moment his ever so repelling voice sounds like a salvation to you. He beams at you, arms stretched as though you were the love of his life, like he has been desperately waiting for. Slowly, you manage to shift your gaze toward him forcing a smile to appear on your lips. Descending the stairs, you extend your arms toward him until you’re by his side and he clasps your hands, lifting your palms to his lips for a kiss.

“What a perfect couple,” you smirk inwardly. You have never understood this masquerade. Why all this pretence to be the loving and caring husband, only to let all his fury on you behind the closed doors?

You can still feel Sihtric’s gaze on you, his eyes drilling into your back as he observes your happy reunion with your husband. You spend the whole evening meticulously avoiding Sihtric. You notice him trying to approach you several times, but you anticipate his every move by hurriedly engaging in conversations with your mother or tugging your sister’s arm, leading her to follow you into another part of the hall away from Sihtric. You accept all invitations to dance, fully aware this will earn you additional scorn from your husband later.

At some point you see Lord Uhtred rising from his seat and striding toward your brother. There is a short conversation between them; Uhtred bows his head respectfully and nods toward Sihtric to follow him. They both leave the hall, and a sigh of relief escapes you. This is finally over. Absentmindedly you wave away the young ealdorman advancing you with a request to dance and head out of the hall, casting a stealthy glance at your husband. He is drunk beyond imaginable. Sitting in his place of the most honoured guests next to your mother, he struggles to keep his eyes open. With his ale mug still in his hand, his face droops onto the plate before him. A knowing smile graces your lips. His love for ale has actually made the last years more bearable, as he was often too drunk in the evenings to force himself upon you or to be able to hurt you. You head to the garden, to the very same place you sneaked out this morning; this will always remain your happy place, even if this morning turned out more sorrowful than you had anticipated.

You lower yourself on the stone pew and breathe in the sweet, intoxicating smell of the flowers, your gaze marvelling at the intricate maze of ivy covering the back wall. Lost in your thoughts you almost jump at the sound of an all-too- familiar voice.

“Good evening, my lady,” Sihtric greets you, obstructing the only way out between the wall and the bird cherry flower bush. “I am sorry if I scared you,” he quickly adds, noticing your wide eyes and face losing its colour.

“Good evening, Sihtric,” you manage to mumble, a heavy sigh escaping your lips.

The silence between you both hangs heavy in the air as nobody dares to speak, your gazes scanning each other with an awkward intensity. You rise from the pew and make a step toward Sihtric trying to side-track him. His hand reaches out, gets hold of yours and lets go of you instantly as if burned.

“I am sorry, I didn’t mean to be disrespectful. Your marriage seems to be very happy, my lady. I’m very glad to see it,” he murmurs, stepping closer, obliterating your attempt to escape. His breath is heavy and itching as his gaze locks with yours, an inexplicably sad and painful look in his eyes. His hand rises as if wanting to cup your jaw but lowers again, not daring to touch you, his uncertainty palpable. He is so close that you can feel his breath vibrating on your skin. His proximity suffocates you, his scent mingling with the aroma of the flowers, making your head spin with dizziness. In the moon's faint glow, his handsome face appears almost timeless, surreal. You are drawn to it, incapable of averting your eyes. His enigmatic, mismatched eyes scan your features full of awe and a hint of something that could be sweet longing, although you know it is not.

You want to touch him, to caress his cheeks and let your fingers tangle in his dark hair, but instead you gather all your inner strength and utter, “Yes, indeed, as happy as yours I presume. Are you married to that lovely girl?”

“Married? Which girl?” Sihtric's genuine surprise momentarily throws you off, but in the next instant you discard your silly hopefulness. You can’t ignore what you saw. What does he want from you anyway?

“Sihtric, please, there is no need for pretence. Spare me the courtesy. I saw you yesterday before the palace. I don’t blame you. I understand. It’s been five long years. I never truly expected you to keep that promise,” your words tumble out in such a rush, you are surprised of yourself, “I just… I…” you can’t finish your saying, your voice breaking, tears welling up in your eyes.

This is more than you can endure and with your face in your hands, you storm past him, pushing completely thunderstruck Sihtric aside. It’s unbearable. Your feelings for him are unaltered. You run. You thought you knew the garden as your own pocket, but in the weird moonlight everything looks different. You turn left and then right as you hope to be heading to the palace entrance just to find yourself facing the wall again. Tears roll down your cheeks obscuring your vision and making it even more difficult to navigate through the narrow passages as you feel yourself colliding with a muscular frame, strong arms enveloping your waist, pulling you against a broad chest. You can’t see anything, but the scent of the body you are pressed tightly against is so familiar that you have no doubts who is holding you.

“Let go of me!” you struggle against the firm embrace, “What do you want from me?” you shout, desperation evident in your voice as you can’t control yourself anymore.

“Please, calm down, my little princess. My love, just let me explain,” Sihtric’s voice is just a gentle flurry against the tempest of your ever-growing anger, but something in his tone makes you hold your breath, leading to a short pause in your frantic struggle against his embrace.

“What is there to explain? That you got tired of waiting? That you’re just a man …? That there is no hope anyway… I know, I understand… It was never meant to be…” your sobs become uncontrollable at this point, and you resume your futile attempts to break free from Sihtric’s hold, which gets only tighter in return.

“Please, listen to me. The girl you saw, it’s Uhtred’s daughter, Stiorra. She was terrified that Uhtred would be expelled again, forced to be an outlaw once more with no home, no hope and no man to follow him. I love her as my own child. I held her to assure that whatever happens I will never leave Uhtred. We are bound, we are brothers. And we were both just happy and relieved when Edward acknowledged Alfred’s pardon. That’s all. Since that night five years ago, there has never been another in my life. My little princess, my love, do you hear me? I love only you. Nothing will ever change that,” Sihtric’s voice remains a mere whisper against your ear as you let every word slowly sink into your consciousness. Can it be true? You want to believe him, you feel each and every cell in your body screaming in longing for his touch, telling you to cease your needless struggle and melt into his embrace if only for this one single short moment. It’s only your common sense that tries to object, whispering in the background that it does not matter. It will not change anything. You are bound to another forever. You can never be his. Why torture yourself and him? It’s time to let go. For his sake and for your own. You can’t live in a dream all your life.

Sihtric’s embrace does not loosen, and your struggle gradually loses its intensity as you surrender to the burning need coursing through you. You let your body absorb the warmth, memorising this embrace for the future. One of his arms drifts from your waist to your hair, as his gentle caresses soothe you.

“Every single day and night, I’ve dreamed of holding you again,” Sihtric murmurs, his lips brushing your hair as your face rests on his chest, your tears soaking his fine leather armour.

“My silly little princess, I thought myself the happiest man alive when I saw you yesterday. But you wouldn’t even look at me. I thought you regretted our past, that you wanted nothing more to do with me. I simply couldn’t accept it just like that, I needed to hear it from you. Can’t you see what you do to me? I practically begged Uhtred to take me with him to that damned council,” Sihtric continues, his words lullabying all your fears and concerns. There is nothing else in this world for you, just the sweet sound of his voice, and you don’t care what the morning will bring. Tonight you want to be with him, you want to feel loved again, you want to be his.

“Can you just take me away from here? Please, Sihtric,” you lift your head, and your pleading gaze meets Sihtric’s eyes.

“Princess, believe me, I don’t want to let go of you. But your husband is probably searching for you. Allow me to guide you to the entrance,” you hear his words, yet you sense desire consuming him, his arms refusing to let go, wrapping even tighter around you and pulling you closer. He can’t bear to let go of you, the same as you can’t let go of him.

“My husband is drunk and sleeps, his ugly face buried in the leftovers on his own plate,” you hiss with deep disgust in your voice, and Sihtric stiffens in astonishment as you grasp his hand and start pulling him towards the other end of the garden.

“Come with me. I’ll show you how I got out of the palace last time,” your voice is suddenly resolute and confident. Something has changed deep inside you. You have always silently let your life be predetermined by others, and have accepted your fate without questioning it. Except for that one single night, when for the first time you seized control and made a decision you never regretted. And now, you want to feel it again – the power to be able to choose, to make your own decisions. Good or bad, time will tell, but these will be your choices and you will atone for them. You are so sick of just watching life go by, of not partaking. It might have been easier to submit, blaming others for your suffering, but you can’t do it anymore. And with that thought, a surge of newfound power courses through you.

You find the small concealed side door, trembling fingers gripping the handle; a squeak, and it yields. Your first step into the night feels like stepping into a new life, a fresh destiny. Sihtric follows you, his hand holding yours in a steady and tight grip, and you smile at him as you look back into his mismatched eyes. Once outside the palace walls, Sihtric leads you through the narrow town streets to the same tavern he stayed in previously. You climb the steps to his chamber, the doors close behind you and his hands and lips are upon you. His kisses, initially tender and soft, soon grow feverish and urgent. Desperate fingers rend at clothing, eager to get rid of layers that separate your heated bodies.

As soon as the last piece of clothing has fallen to the ground, Sihtric grabs your thighs, pulling you up, and you follow his movement, wrapping your legs around his waist and letting him effortlessly carry you over to the bed. He sits down with you straddling him.

Your lips trail down his jaw to his neck, so greedy, so hungry. Your fingers tangle in his braided hair, pulling hard on them as you allow yourself to immerse in the arousal, building up in your lower stomach and quickly taking you over. You lean back and your hips start moving against Sihtric’s body rubbing your clit against him, your pussy aching in anticipation. Holding you with one arm around your waist, Sihtric’s hand reaches down, and you feel his fingers rubbing at your clit, parting your folds, and sliding inside your soaked pussy.

“Gods, how wet you are,” he grunts against your skin, his already hard and leaking cock is the wordless confirmation that he burns with the same overwhelming desire as you. His lips travel around your breasts, covering them with wet open-mouthed kisses and sucking at your hard nipples.

“I need you. Now,” you moan, and your hand takes hold of his throbbing length, placing it at your wet entrance. A loud groan of relief and satisfaction escapes you both as you lower yourself on Sihtric’s cock, taking him in completely, to the very end of his shaft, instantly starting to move against it.

His hands land on your buttocks, helping you to push yourself deeper against his pelvis, but allowing you to determine the pace of your movements, which grow faster with each thrust. A loud moan vibrates deep in Sihtric’s throat as your pussy clench around him and your thrusts get frenzied, almost hysterical, your climax building up unstoppably fast and intense.

“Oh my god, Sihtric! I am close … I …” your head snaps back and your nails dig into Sihtric’s flesh as you come with a loud scream, your body twitching and your walls spasming around his cock.

His hands grab your waist and start moving you up and down, not letting you stop, his hips pushing up against you deeper, faster, just a few more thrusts and he follows you with a heavy moan, his breath panting. Your shivering body collapses against his and he wraps his arms around you, steadying, holding, caressing you. You remain in each other’s embrace, savouring the sweet aftermath of your peaks, before he gently lowers you on the bed next to him. His fingers trace the contours of your figure, and suddenly his eyes widen in astonishment as he notices the bruises of varying colour on your skin – some fading, faint, and pale, while others in intense shades of blue and violet.

“Gods, what is this?” he breathes, his voice quivering, “Who did this to you?” His hands cup your chin, raising your head to meet his gaze. There is no need for an answer; a pained growl escapes his lips as he pulls you into his embrace, burying his face in your neck.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” he murmurs, almost inaudibly, “I should never have let you go. I’ll kill that wretched bastard with my bare hands. Let them hang me for it, but you’re not going back to him.”

“I am not leaving this time,” you whisper, your fingers threading through his hair. “But that bastard is mine. Promise me.”

Sihtric lifts his head, gazing into your eyes, disbelief plainly written on his face, but the certainty in your gaze is unwavering.

“Whatever you wish, my little princess. As long as you are finally mine,” Sihtric whispers, a broad smile gracing his lips as he wonders silently what he's done to earn the favour of the gods, to have his wildest dream come true.

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“Are you sure about this?” Sihtric cups your face with both hands, his eyes questioning yours.

“More than anything else,” you reply.

“He’s all yours, my love. Do you want me to stay?”

“No, this is between him and me,” you respond, placing a gentle kiss on his lips. Sihtric nods, steps aside, and heads toward the door, opening you the view on a man’s frame sprawled on the bed, his hands and legs tightly tied to the grid, a gag obstructing his mouth and muffling all sounds and attempts to scream. He looks at you with eyes widened in fear, struggling against the ropes with all his strength. His head starts shaking vehemently as he sees you drawing a dagger and walking slowly toward him. You lift your dress and climb the bed, straddling him.

“I will teach you now to be a good husband, my dear,” you murmur into his ear.

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With a heavy breath, you shut the door behind you. Your eyes are wide, your hands smeared with blood, clutching bloodied dagger against your chest. Sihtric waits outside, and as you stagger towards him, your legs wobbly, he catches you in his arms. He doesn't utter a word, merely enfolding your trembling shoulders and pulling you close in a firm embrace.

“Is he dead?” he finally inquires.

“He lives, but he’ll never be able to hurt anybody, the way he hurt me,” you reply with a quiver in your voice. “I must speak with my brother,” you add, wiping your hands on your dress.

“I am here with you. No matter what comes, we’ll face it together,” Sihtric leans in to kiss you and squeezes your hand encouragingly.

Princess

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lya-dustin · 1 year

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The Food of Love

Part II

Gif by @destinyisall-tlk

Cw: mentions of past food poisoning, scandals, witchcraft and mention of past murders

A/n: the Kingdom of León is the modern day province of León in Spain, Reader's mother is Leónese, or technically Spanish. I also apologize for making too much lore for Y/N's mom but i needed a reason a clairvoyant witch is allowed to live and annoy Alfred as much as Aethelwold

“He is a monk!” Your mother exclaimed in disgust.

“He’s not a monk, he was never ordained. Lady Thyra gave him those robes as a gift.” You counter after having gotten to know your betrothed in the hour or so you spent in his room last night.

You had expected them to be angry for going out of your way to get a husband, but then again, your family was not at all like the others.

“He is second in line for King Alfred’s throne, my love.” Your father pinched the bridge of his nose as his wife fumed over the match. “A cold or a hunting accident could make your daughter Queen of Wessex.”

“Kings die and blood doesn’t make a king. Besides, it is not young Osferth’s destiny to be king just as it wasn’t for the crown to pass to Aethelred’s sons.” Your mother argued. Mother was the only woman to get kicked out of Wintanceaster and be welcomed back just as often as Uhtred of Bebbenburg.

The first for demanding her dowry be paid back to her after her husband, the late King Aethelred, died in battle, the second for eloping with your father ,an Ealdorman with some influence, and most recently, engaging in a battle of wit against Brother Godwin where both seers revealed deeply personal secrets to the horror of all those assembled.

Mother won by revealing Godwin uses his position and ability to get comely servant girls in his bed.

She had been so distraught when she learned Uhtred had killed him, she had been hoping to kill him herself by inviting him to dine with her.

“You had no qualms on having them as guests these past nights.” You interject having inherited your mother’s stubborn streak and your father takes that as his cue to leave on the excuse of needing to ask Father Beocca about whether your bride price would be paid by the Lord of Coccham or the King of the Saxons.

“That is because guests leave, besides you know well why I am opposed to this match.” Your mother countered. “What would happen if he came to discover Abraham’s God isn’t the source of our abilities?”

You are witches, your mother had come from a long line of them dating back to before the Romans conquered her homeland. The family had eventually decided they would say God was the source of their power thus when they fell from grace in the fledging Kingdom of León, the Pope would be forced to save them.

Well, at least her, the only one of her siblings to inherit her father’s abilities.

According to lore she grew up to be such a beauty she that the King of León and the Emir of Córdoba both offered for her when she came of age only to meet Aethelred and Alfred of Wessex in Rome resulting in her being packed on a ship to Wessex the moment Aethelred became a widower some years later.

She is very sure you have inherited her gifts, but you have grown and no ability like that has manifested in you. Except for her knack for healing, of course.

Perhaps your daughters will have both abilities, you hope Osferth does not mind a bit of magic if it does happen.

“Father Beocca’s wife is a witch, and he speaks well of her.” You say hoping to wear her down. You do not need the permission of the once Queen of Wessex to wed Osferth, but you’d like your mother to be on board with it.

“That is a vile rumor, Thyra is just a Dane. I better not hear you repeat Aethelwold’s drivel again, daughter.” Your mother corrected and you apologized immediately.

“I promise you that Osferth is not at all like the last priest you killed.” You swear and she softens.

That priest didn’t choke on a bone, mother stared at him until he did when he questioned the paternity of your eldest brother whom everyone thinks is the late king’s son.

“Fine, you may wed him, but the moment Alfred’s bastard proves to be unworthy of you, I get to kill him. It has been a while since I was last banished from Wintanceaster.” Your mother relented thinking he won’t return for you as he promised. She’s seen something, she is hiding it, you know it. “But I do like that you showed initiative, well done, my girl.”

“I envy you; you get to see so much of Britain and the furthest I have been to is Lunden.” You walk with Osfeth in the gardens, right where all can see you, so he doesn’t try anything.

He is not like that, mama, you had protested when she sent a maid with you.

“If anyone had told me a year ago, I would be traveling with warriors instead of taking holy orders, I would not have believed them. Perhaps after we are wed, we could travel to see anything you like, my lady.” He is nervous, hides it, but does that same thing King Alfred does by hiding his hands behind his back as if they had no idea what to do with them.

Come to think of it Aethelric, your eldest brother, does it too. Perhaps the rumors were true, or maybe just father was too closely related to the Kings of Wessex.

Anyways.

“Y/N, Osferth.” You playfully remind him and he smiles. You like his smile, made your heart skip a beat even when it wasn’t directed at you.

Now that its directed at you, you aren’t even sure you are breathing still.

“I do not think your lady mother would let me keep my limbs if she heard me use your name, y/n.” he says your name almost in a whisper for fear of your chaperones hearing him say it and report it to the Leonese lady who employs them. “I don’t think she likes me much.”

“Only because she doesn’t know you. She did not even know you weren’t actually a monk.” You just dress like one which is a little strange if you must ask. “She looks forward to knowing you and getting kicked out of Wintanceaster again.”

“Again?” he asks unaware of your family’s history. But then again Uhtred and his men were banished after they were.

“Mother engaged in a battle of secrets with Brother Godwin and won. King Alfred was pressured by his lady wife and the church to punish her in some way despite her being her.” You answered and you suppose now you must tell him about his children with you may be seers on the first official meeting as betrotheds.

Something mother may have foreseen which now explains the setting and number of chaperones.

“My mother is a seer, a God’s given gift passed down in her family since before Christ even walked the earth.” Which means you or your children will have it. “It is why she was brought to England from León.”

“Are you one too?” he asks the question everyone immediately makes when they see you. Your brothers don’t get that one often, mainly because they believe it passes from mother to daughter.

“No.” you shake your head hoping he’s not disappointed by your answer. “Much to everyone’s disappointment, I am not.”

“I find that hard to believe.” He speaks it so earnestly that the two of you stop walking and you forget how to breathe.

“That I am not a seer like her or that other thing?” you ask forgetting what you had even said when he steps close enough for you to make out a smattering of freckles peeking form his collar. He hasn’t even done anything except listen to you and yet you are swooning.

Fainting dead away would still not have been as embarrassing as retching in his room like you did last night, come to think of it.

“I find it hard to believe anyone would think you are a disappointment, Y/N.” For a man afraid to use your given name he has no such fears when he takes your hand in his and, worse, brings it to his lips.

Instead of doing something romantic that would not make you look like an idiot, you giggle nervously.

Not that it ruins the moment, you think as the both of you lean in daring to scandalize the entire household. Your stomach is aflutter from the excitement, the strange heat you feel stemming from your hand ---which he is still holding as if it were precious to him despite the two of you being strangers--- and knowing your infatuation appears to be mutual.

“May I kiss you?” he asks as his other hand comes to gently cradle your face.

For a moment the world around the two of you disappears and in the middle of a crowded garden, you have your first kiss.

“You may thank me for the oysters by naming your firstborn daughter after me, dearest.” Your mother passes by arm in arm with a very amused Lady Thyra.

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maybankwrites · 2 months

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Working Late (Modern Leofric of Winchester/OC)

Leofric makes up for coming home late without calling.

AO3

Word Count: 1711

Warning: Smut

A/N: I did post this on AO3 a while ago. But as it is Sunday and Flashbacks and Echoes isn't ready to post yet, I'm adding it to the blog.

The clock on the wall read 10:16 when Leofric entered the small house he shared with his wife. He kicked off his boots, stretching his arms over his head in an attempt to soothe the aching muscles. He felt exhausted, Odda had him stay late at his office, double and triple checking that everything was in order for Aethelred and Alfred when they showed up the following morning. He paused at the small dining room table where his dinner sat cold, the candle in the center had burned out and Blythe’s lipstick stained wine glass sat next to the half empty bottle. He should have called. He’d hoped that he wouldn’t need to and by the time he realized he was going to be so late he hadn’t the time.

Blythe didn’t look up when he entered their room. She sat at her vanity, eyes focused on the task at hand as she removed her earrings, grabbing a wipe to remove her makeup. Leofric approached, hands coming to rest lightly along her shoulders, sliding up to unclasp her necklace. He leaned over her to place it on the table.

“You could have called,” she said lightly, green eyes meeting his brown ones in the mirror.

“I should have,” he agreed, “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” she told him, offering him a small smile. She stood, pulling her hair to one side over her shoulder, revealing the back of her dress. “Unzip me? I was just heading to the shower.”

Leofric made quick work of the zipper, helping slide the dress down her arms. She let it fall to the floor, turning in his arms to face him. He leaned down to kiss her gently. One of his hands came up to cup her face as she smiled against his lips, interlacing the fingers of his other hand with her own. Blythe pulled back, moving to sit on the edge of their bed.

“Let me,” Leofric said as she reached to unzip the back of her heels. She sat back up, offering him a go ahead gesture. He grinned at her, before moving to kiss her again, kneeling between her legs. Blythe hooked her fingers underneath the hem of his work shirt, pushing it up his torso. He leaned back and raised an eyebrow at her.

“You aren’t going to wear it in the shower, are you?” she asked, grinning playfully. Her fingers grazed lightly against the skin of his chest. “Unless you’d rather I shower alone?”

Leofric laughed, pulling the shirt the rest of the way over his head. She giggled as his stubble tickled her throat when he trailed kisses along her jaw and down neck. He leaned back enough to pull down the zipper on her heels, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee as he pulled them off. He trailed his kisses up her thighs, one of her hands finding its way into his hair. Skipping over her underwear, he pressed her back onto the bed gently continuing her kisses along her stomach, and between her breasts before capturing her lips. She hummed against him, hands making quick work of his belt. He pulled away from her, moving so he could remove his work pants. As he did so, Blythe leaned up just enough to disregard her bra, eyes locked on her husband as she threw it aside. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of her underwear, intending to send them in the same direction when he stopped her.

“I’ll take care of those,” he told her, returning the kneeling position between her thighs. He pressed open mouth kisses along the band, before pulling them off her. He held her gaze as he traveled lower until his mouth connected to her core at a teasing pace. His name left her lips, as she tugged at his hair, hips bucking up towards his mouth, desperate for him to speed up.

“Leofric, please,” she begged, yanking at his hair to bring his eyes back to hers. He chuckled against her, the vibration causing her eyes to flutter closed. Giving in, he used one hand to lift her thigh up over his shoulder, the other finding its way between her folds. He slid two fingers inside, mouthing closing around the bundle of nerves. He watched her react to him as she came undone, chest heaving, breath heavy, head falling, back arched.

He pulled back and laced his fingers through hers. He rested his head on her thigh, thumb rubbing soothing circles, across the back of her hand as he waited for her to catch her breath. Once she had, she ran her fingers gently through his hair and offered him a sleepy, yet satisfied smile. Leofric chuckled and pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh before leaning back to rest on his heels.

“I thought you wanted to shower,” he teased, laughing as Blythe sighed loudly, letting her head fall back once more.

“No,” she whined, “you can shower. I no longer think I can walk.”

Leofric laughed again as he stood. Leaning over her, he pressed his lips to hers. She responded happily, before squealing unexpectedly as he scooped her up into his arms.

“Leofric!” she laughed, arms wrapping around his neck.

“Yes?” he asked as he carried her bridal style towards their en suite. She just shook her head in response, pressing a kiss to his cheek. They both laughed as he spun her around, before finally crossing the threshold and setting her on the bathroom counter. She hissed slightly as the cold counter met her bare ass and thighs.

“You, sir,” she said, leaning forward as he turned on the shower, “are still wearing far too many clothes.”

Leofric laughed, removing his belt he moved back towards her. Blythe grinned at him, fingers hooking through his belt loops so she could pull him closer. He leaned down, nose brushing against hers as teased, barely touching her lips with his own. She whined in response, stretching up to meet him but he leaned back keeping their current distance. Blythe pouted at him, before a devilish smirk found its way onto her lips. Fingers walking up his chest, she wrapped her legs around him, rolling her hip against the bulge pressing harshly against his work pants.

“Blythe,” he groaned, eyes fluttering closed. She used the moment of weakness to pull him back to her, lips moving against his own once more. Once satisfied, she trailed her kisses along his jaw, shifting her hips back just enough to allow her to unbutton his work pants. He stepped back from her completely, causing another disappointed sound to breach her lips. He grinned at her, slipping out of his pants and boxers in one swift motion. No sooner had he stepped free of them, he was back in her arms.

Blythe trailed her lips, down his neck and across his collarbone. Her hands wandered freely across his chest and back, as she worked a mark into the flesh beneath her lips. Pulling back, she took a moment to admire him, eyes roaming across his chest, to the trail of hair that pointed lower. She ran her fingers through the hair, fingers skipping down across his thighs, before she took him in her hand.

Leofric’s breath hitched as she pumped him slowly, gasping as she reattached her lips to his chest. Blythe smirked against his skin, feeling the uncontrollable little thrust that followed her hand as she worked him. Removing her hand, she pulled him into a kiss, before pouting up at him.

“Please?” she asked, and he didn’t need to be asked twice. He pulled her to the edge of the counter, before taking himself in his hand and lining himself up at her entrance. Blythe’s head fell back, gasping as he swiftly entered her. Leofric tangled his hand in her hair pulling her face back to his, locking their mouths in a rough kiss as he pounded into her. In gentleness he once held disappearing as she wrapped her legs around him. His free hand gripped her hip roughly as her fingernails dug into his shoulder.

Water pouring from the shower, loud gasps escaping her mouth, and the vulgar sounds of his flesh slapping against hers, filled their small bathroom. Leofric dragged his lips down her neck and across her shoulder as his hand found its way south. Blythe gripped tightly at his shoulder blades, as his hand stopped briefly to fondle her breast, drawing a whimper from her that he swallowed with a kiss. Continuing his journey, he skimmed his fingers along her stomach and through the short curls to find the bundle of nerves between her legs.

Blythe cried out as he touched it, no longer able to do much else but relish in the sensations. Her second orgasm of the night built rapidly, her eyes squeezing shut and her nails racking his back as it peaked, unable to process anything but the euphoric feeling that overtook her. She struggled to catch her breath as she came back from her high. Tears painted her cheeks, as she panted against her husband’s neck. Leofric stopped touching her, hands gripping the counter as he continued his movements, offering her over sensitive body some relief.

“Are you okay?” Leofric asked, his voice gruff and desperate. He slowed his hips as he awaited her response. Blythe nodded, leaning back to meet his eyes.

“I’m perfect, my love,” she told him, still breathless, “but I need you to come from me. Please, Leofric?”

He groaned at her words, resuming his ruthless pace once more. Blythe continued to coax him, desperate to bring him to his edge. Leofric swore loudly as she pushed him over the edge, slumping against her. Blythe pressed her lips gently against whatever flesh she could reach as he calmed his breath.

“I love you,” he told her, pulling her in for a kiss. Blythe smiled against his lips.

“I love you too,” she said, glancing over his shoulder, “though I believe our shower is getting cold.”

Leofric laughed, kissing her once more before helping her off the counter. Blythe grabbed his hand pulling him into the shower after her, laughing as he pulled the door closed.

Tags: @erruvande

#the last kingdom #tlk #leofric #leofric of winchester/OC #blythe of devonshire

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mrsarnasdelicious · 8 months

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Alright, Yous asked for this - PART TWO

So, the list of all my drafts doesn't fit in one part...

Riding the Beasts SCP 682 smut CW: Monsterfucking

Sihtric AU-arama Just all osrts of Sihtric AUs, in a long, big list.

Some good ass edging Edging Modern!Sihtric, straight up smut

I'll Be Your Prize [Finan x Sihtric] Uhtred tells Finan he can ask for the thing he wants most, so Finan asks for Sihtric.

The Things We Do With Power - I The Boys fic, mild fix it, predominantly wicked smut.

A very old promise Once Upon the beginning of my blog, I promised to write a certain poly smut thing, so here goes nothing.

All About A Gag Sihtric x Finan x Osfert. Sihtric fakes a gag and Finan is not having it.

Domestic - Lan Mandragoran Lan x Reader, being cute.

One Big Bed Poly Wheel of Time smut. Rand is a slut in this one.

The Pantsident Mark tore his pants. Mark x Reader smut

A Long Drive [Marnas] Mark rips his pants and Arnas makes full use of the situation.

Orgasm Desperation - Stephen Colley Stephen x Reader, with reader making Stephen beg for it.

BoB Sexarama Shameless, plotless smut headcanons.

A3 - Throuple Aethelflead x Aldhelm x Aethelred headcanons

BoB Poly Family BS You get involved with Finan, Sihtric and Osferth and raise children with them. Modern verse, headcanon list

Band of Bebbanburgh - XII - Getting Ink Done Uhtred, Osferth, Finan and Sihtric are getting tatted and Sihtric likes it a bit too well.

First Kiss - Draco Malfoy Set during book six.

First Kiss - Eric Northman Simple as.

Basically every thought I have ever had about Sihtric, but in a pile Full ass headcanon dump on my very fav himbo.

Good Good Good, Good Vibrations Mr F uses a vibe on reader, in public, sorta.

Orgasm Desperation - Game!Lambert Needy Needy Lambertini.

Lambert in the Middle Lambert getting some DP from Eskel and Geralt.

Another Lovely Puppy Pile Reader x Many witchers (and Jaskier)

Band of Bebbanburgh - XI - Tetanus Uhtred 'challenges' Sihtric to catch a pigeon. Hoemboy gets pecked and scratched, but has no tetnaus immunisation, so Finan and Osferth have to wrangle him to go to the dco's. Sihtirc does not like doctors and has to be pacified with sexy times from his boyfriends.

Giving Birth to Sihtric's Child It is not reader's first and it will most certainly not be the last.

TLK Underworld AU Headcanon List about a mafia au of sorts

Finan Eating You Out He's good with his mouth, let's be real

How He Met Me - VI August POV version of The Prophet [fic]

At the Desk - Napoleon Solo Napoleon Solo fucking reader on her desk, Arranged Marriage verse.

Sex in the Changing Room - Modern!Sihtric Raunchy dirty naughty Sihtric fucking reader in the changing rooms of the local clothing store.

On the table - Sihtric Canon verse, he humps you on the table

Sex in the Bath - Captain Syverson Bath sex with Sy

Ever Curiouser - I Hellboy Longfic, polyship.

Some Bebbanboys smut, bc I am nasty Smutty stuff with Sihtric x Finan x Osferth

Ben Daimio x Werewolf Reader A beastly smut

The Bebbanboys Band AU headcanons

Ben Daimio - Sneaking Around Smutty, you and Ben avoid getting caught while fucking on the job

Sweetheart Prompt #3 Ivar Lothbrok, suprise surprise

Band of Bebbanburgh - X - What Sihtric Does Best Smut fest about Sihtric sucking dick

Ulysses Klaue Smut Does exactly what it says on the tin.

No Way We Are Making Homework - Modern Ubbe Modern Ubbe x Reader. You should be making homework, but you are not.

Nasty Nasty Dirty Gross Ubbe CW: Incest Ubbe uses one specific way of making Hvitserk listen.

Ubbe x Alfred - Modern AU Ubbe and Alfred shower together.

This Home I Built - TLK Poly Fest Selfish fix it fic, lotsa smut, mainly about Sihtric.

Santiago Garcia Breeding Kink V1 Santi knocking you up.

Alpha Geralt Going Feral Nasty smut with no excuses

Sihtric - Breeding Kink V1 Sihtric knocking you up

Omega Sihtric Going Feral Needy Omega Sihtric

Alpha Geralt Scenting You Scenting sesh getting out of hand.

Santiago Garcia - Rough Sex Ah yes, more shameless porn with no plot.

Scenting Omega Sihtric Scenting Omega Sihtric gets out of hand.

My Fair Lady Shameless Aldflaed smut

Expectations - Loki Shameless Loki smut

Choking Sam Winchester Reader applying some pressure to a big moose, sexually.

At Saltwick What happened between Sihtric, Finan and Osferth while the kids were asleep.

Sex in Public - Sihtric Canon verse.

Neteyam x Au'Nung Neteyam almost died and Au'Nung is distressed.

Proof That I am an Aweful Person [TLK Poly stuff] More ReaderxPretty Boys headcanons

Fjall Stoneheart - Doggystyle Shameless smut

Band of Bebbanburgh - IX - Seeking Refuge Osferth goes to Finan when his homelife starts turning for the worst.

Breeding V1 - Jake Sully Jake Sully knocking you up.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VIII - Show You How Sihtric teases Osferth how to please Finan

Band of Bebbanburgh - VII - Small Comforts Finan having himself a slice of Sihtric.

Band of Bebbanburgh - VI - Sihtric's Dream Sihtric wakes up from a bad dream and Finan and Osferth put him at ease.

By God(s) and Men - Finan x Sihtric Canon verse; Sihtric and Finan figure out their dynamic.

The Baker's Boy - Finan x Sihtric Modern AU; Finan just realised he's been in love with Sihtric all along.

The Witan - Mark/Arnas/Reader CW: RPF and RPS Established Arnas x Reader and Past Marnas. Arnas convinced reader to come along to a TLK cast vaca and things spin swiftly out on his control.

All Three of Them Reader x Sihtric x Finan x Osferth smut

Threesome with Sihtric and Osferth Shameless smut with a lil twist

Threesome with Sihtric and Finan Dirty smutty smut smut smut

#there is a part three coming #yes I am not yet done #current score: 110

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idkyetxoxo · 7 months

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Seven | Vagabond | The Last Kingdom

"The day you showed up and placed your sword in my hand to confront Sverri, it felt as if an angel had descended just for me. It was like I'd found hope again,"

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Uhtred swiftly reverted to his old ways after the successful rescue of Gisela, culminating in the demise of a menacing priest. With Kjartan defeated and Uhtred's sister Thyra liberated from captivity, she found solace in a quieter life alongside Father Beocca, who seemed to provide her with a form of modern-day therapy.

Uhtred now commanded a steadfast group of followers, including the skilled warrior Finan who stuck by him, the loyal Sihtric who continued proving his worth daily, and the baby monk Osferth, Alfred's bastard who was still settling in and finding his footing.

True to my promise, I stood by Uhtred's side through thick and thin.

Surprisingly, the company of this random selection of men proved to be something I relished, each of us fitting together like pieces in a puzzle.

Our journey progressed at a sluggish pace, prompting me to lament, "This would be so much quicker if we had a car," my words muttered under my breath. The mention of 'car' piqued the interest of Finan and Sihtric, their ears tuning in to catch every word.

"Car?" Sihtric echoed slowly, his curiosity evident. I nodded, offering a brief explanation, "It's a vehicle powered by an engine, ten times faster than horseback." Their expressions lit up with amazement at the concept.

"Tell us more," Finan urged, his interest piqued, but I shook my head, relishing the chance to tease them. "No," I replied, knowing it would irk them, a mischievous grin dancing across my lips. "We're almost there anyway," I added, riding alongside Uhtred as the destination drew nearer.

As we rode on, I overheard Finan mutter under his breath, "How would you, of all people, know that?" His scepticism only fueled my amusement, knowing that the mysteries of my knowledge were best left unsaid for the time being.

Alfred's orders directed us to Lundun, a city now under the control of two brothers, Erik and Sigefrid. The mention of Lundun prompted a small gasp to escape me as Alfred spoke its name, and my mind flooded with memories. Uhtred's warning glance snapped me back to the present, and I quickly composed myself, reining in my thoughts.

Frowning, I offered Uhtred an apologetic look, acknowledging his silent caution, as the focus shifted back to our mission at hand. The prospect of returning to the city I once called home stirred a whirlwind of emotions within me, a mix of nostalgia and apprehension.

As we ventured through the town, Finan made a light-hearted comment about the notorious reputation of certain areas "Lord they say this part of town is where women end up in rivers" earning a sharp glare from me in response.

Sihtric added his observation about the vibrant spectacle of the local brothels, prompting a disapproving tut from me. Surrounded by men constantly, I had resigned myself to the reality of their comments.

Aethelred, harbouring a clear distaste for my outspoken opposition to his mistreatment of his wife, couldn't resist hurling a spiteful comment in my direction. "Seems like your female warrior would fit right in those brothels," he jeered.

Unfazed by his jibe, I retorted with a cutting remark of my own. "They may mistake you for the female I'd be more careful if I were you" I quipped, a sly smile playing on my lips, earning laughter from Clapa and Finan as Aethelred scowled in response.

I dismounted my horse, growing more adept at the manoeuvre, and stood by Uhtred's side as we delved deeper into the settlement. Unavoidably, men's eyes lingered on me, making me uneasy. My hand instinctively found the hilt of my sword, but Uhtred's comforting glance reassured me. Finan, sensing my discomfort, moved closer, standing protectively by my side.

As the brothers and Uhtred engaged in conversation, my focus shifted to ensuring I didn't become a victim of the ominous reputation of this part of town. Finan, noticing my constant unease, offered reassurance.

"You need not worry so much," he said, prompting a small smile from me.

Sigefrid, diverting his attention from Uhtred, turned his gaze towards me and inquired "Are you spoken for lady?" Feeling a sense of vulnerability, I hesitated before admitting "No."

His menacing smirk suggested otherwise, hinting at the perceived vulnerability of an unmarried woman in such times "You just haven't met the right man, perhaps a Dane would suit you well," he suggested, running his hand up the side of my arm.

Finan, protective as ever, stepped forward and asserted, "Look at the woman again and tell me, do you really think she'd be with a Dane?" he nudged me back slightly, leaving me uncertain about the intended meaning or implication, but I chose to let it pass for the moment.

If we were in modern times, I would have handled Sigefrid myself. A swift kick to the groin might have sufficed. However, here, I faced the risk of retaliation that could result in losing my life.

"I think once she understands what it feels to be humped by a true warrior she will come to her senses" Sigefrid taunted, his brother joining in laughter at his side. "Right ,so I can contract an STD, no thank you" I murmured to myself.

Uhtred finally intervened, proclaiming, "That is enough," and I exhaled in relief.

"If I chop off his other hand how much trouble will I be in" I whispered eliciting quiet laughter from Finan in front of me.

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Nestled in a secluded corner of the grand hall, we observed the brothers engaging with their kin. Restlessness crept over me as numerous eyes seemed to scrutinize every inch of my being, my face, my body, every contour. In response, I instinctively drew my cloak tighter around me.

"Are you ok?" Osferth's concerned inquiry broke the tension, to which I offered a faint nod.

"Would you not consider it a compliment, lady?" Aethelred's tone dripped with disdain as he emphasized the word 'lady', as though it left a bitter taste in his mouth. I couldn't help but roll my eyes at his foolish words.

"Would I consider men eyeing me like a piece of meat a compliment?" I challenged him, to which he merely smirked in response. "Aldhlem tame your dog before I am compelled to do something I don't want to" I retorted sharply, preempting Aethelred's forthcoming rebuttal, yet Aldhelm swiftly intervened.

Turning my attention to the assembled company, I addressed them with a satisfied smirk. "When a woman regards you with desire, it elicits excitement," I remarked, observing their silent consensus.

"Yet, when a man regards a woman in such a manner, she must immediately brace herself for the worst, hoping desperately to avoid a vulnerable situation" I continued, fixing Aethelred with an unwavering gaze.

"So you would have to be an imbecile of a man to assume a woman enjoys being eyed like that" I stated as Aethelred avoided looking in my direction.

"Rest assured, however, any man who dares to lay unwanted hands upon me will either find himself in the halls of Valhalla or confronting the gates of heaven," I declared, the steel in my tone unmistakable.

"We wouldn't expect anything less," Finan remarked, a glimmer of pride dancing in his eyes as he clinked his cup against mine.

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The situation had taken a dire turn. Aethelflaed, once free, now found herself captive in the clutches of the brothers, a mere pawn in their twisted game of power. The weight of her imprisonment fell heavily upon our shoulders, the responsibility to rescue her resting solely on us.

Standing before the cage that confined her, Aethelflaed's figure appeared haggard and worn. Yet, despite the bleakness of our circumstances, I offered her words of comfort, hoping to alleviate some of the fear and uncertainty that plagued her.

Life within this tumultuous world moved at a relentless pace, each moment fraught with danger and betrayal. One minute, Erik was alive and poised to flee with Aethelflaed, and the next, his lifeless body lay sprawled on the ground, the victim of his own brother's treachery.

In a swift and calculated act of vengeance, Aethelflaed ensured that Sigefrid tasted the bitter sting of her retribution.

Resuming our journey towards Winchester, the atmosphere was heavy with exhaustion and the weight of our injuries.

Clapa had given his life for ours, and that familiar wave of grief and sadness churned within my stomach. I detested acknowledging it, but loss was becoming a recurring theme in my life.

Yet, amidst the silence that enveloped us, I couldn't ignore the subdued demeanour of Osferth, his troubled thoughts palpable even in the dim light of our makeshift camp.

Leaning in beside him on the cool forest floor, I addressed him in a gentle whisper "Baby monk", seeking to unravel the burden that weighed heavily upon his shoulders. "Is something troubling you?" I inquired softly, my hand resting reassuringly on his arm.

His response came as a heavy sigh, his gaze averted as if grappling with the turmoil within. "I don't know if I'm cut out for this," he confessed, his voice laced with uncertainty.

Taking a deep breath, I sought to reassure him, drawing from my own experiences of doubt and despair. "I believe you are," I affirmed, my voice unwavering. "Like me, you may have your doubts, your moments of fear and uncertainty but within you lies a resilience, a strength waiting to be unleashed."

As the words hung in the air, Osferth's gaze met mine, a flicker of hope igniting within his eyes.

"What I'm saying is that even now, I'm haunted by the memories of the horrors I've witnessed, the faces of the men I've been compelled to kill. This world can be ruthless and unforgiving. Yet, despite the darkness that surrounds us, I have faith that you will find the resilience to carve out your own path," I concluded, met with a faint smile from him.

"Rest now," I urged gently, rising to my feet and brushing the dirt from my weary limbs. Making my way towards a nearby stream, I paused to wash the weariness from my face, the chill of the water serving as a jolt to my senses.

"Nice speech," a familiar voice remarked, its playful tone cutting through the solemnity of the night.

Turning to face Finan, I felt a surge of frustration rise within me. "Not now, Finan," I replied tersely, my emotions raw and unguarded. It wasn't him it was the situation I found myself in.

Sensing the tension in my voice, Finan raised his hands in surrender, his expression shifting to one of genuine concern. "I'm sorry," he offered sincerely, his voice softening. "I didn't mean to upset you."

With a heavy sigh, I relented, allowing the walls around my heart to crumble in his presence. "It's not you," I admitted, the weight of my confession hanging heavily in the air.

As he drew closer, his touch was gentle and reassuring. "I want my life back," I confessed quietly, the words laden with longing and regret "but no matter what I do, no matter who I reassure, it won't change the fact that I always feel like I'll never belong here."

Lately, I'd found myself grappling with self-doubt internally, and finally opening up about it to someone felt like a significant relief. Despite projecting a strong and composed outward appearance, the inner battle within me was becoming overwhelming with every passing day.

In the warmth of Finan's embrace, his words became a balm to soothe the ache within my soul. "You've done more than you realize," he reassured me, his voice unwavering in its conviction.

As he held me close, his words s forth like a gentle stream, washing away the doubts that clouded my mind. "The day you showed up and placed your sword in my hand to confront Sverri, it felt as if an angel had descended just for me. It was like I'd found hope again," he admitted, his tone filled with sincerity. "Do not ever doubt that you haven't left a mark."

In that fleeting moment, amidst the uncertainty and chaos that surrounded us, I found comfort in his words, comfort in him that I hadn't felt before.

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chapters are getting longer and I feel like I had to just include that little bit at the end cause coming to terms with something like this would genuinely take a while AND that little snippet of Aethelred hate cause he's kinda silly iwl 🫶🏼

Tag list - @jasontoddorjasongrace

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slytherincursebreaker · 9 months

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Osferth Masterlist mini series.

The Healer

Warning : smut, abused, blood eagle and terrible hands

After the battle, Uhtred's army was outnumbered, Osferth manage to give Uhtred and his men time to escape which result of him being captured. He befriended the healer will help him.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Modern Osferth and clairvoyant Reader

Till death do us part

Warning : infidelity, murder, smut, abuse physical and mental.

Uhtred was invited by his longtime frenemy invited him for he and his wife's wedding anniversary and also security details. As he threw the largest party. Then suddenly Alfred, Uhtred's long time frenemy was murdered in cold blood. Uhtred round up the list of suspects.

Suspects that wants Alfred dead and beneficial of his fortune. A witness who saw the murder and the body.

- Ealhwich : his wife.

- Aethelfled : eldest daughter.

- Edward : his heir and only son

- Aethelhelm - father of his late daughter who once married to Edward but divorced which drove her to commit suicide.

- Aethelwold : Alfred's nephew and cousin to his children.

- Beocca : Alfred's former tutor and now priest.

- Aethelred : Aethelfled's husband

- Eardwulf : Edith's older brother and lawyer of Edith's lover

Witness

- clairvoyant : hired entertainment who saw the unknown assailant murder Alfred and being target by the killer.

Part 1

Special mini series Modern Osferth.

Before the Light of Day.

Warning : smut and angst

Osferth found a letter belong to his late uncle Leoric, there was a trunk that his uncle buried in the forest in the countryside of England.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Lament of Boromir

Warning : Angst and terrible hands, smut and cutting off limbs.

A young captain of Gondor journey to the boarder between Rohan and Gondor to scout any signs of the enemy.

Part 1

Tagged @arcielee @multyfangirl @lya-dustin @lynnbeth5172 @bellaisasleep @transparent-dreamer-kingdom @humanpurposes @youraverageaemondsimp @cyeco13 @fan-goddess @boofy1998 @zae5 @magnificentsapphiresoul @aemonds-holy-milk @venmondiese @anukulee @ladythornofrivia

#ewan mitchell #osferth

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aadmelioraa · 2 years

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It's almost 2023, so I figured I'd share my updated The Last Kingdom fic recs since I have been meaning to do that all year. Below the cut you will find some shippy stuff, some introspective pieces, and a variety of characters featured (several of whom rarely get fanfic). I hope if this post crosses your path you may find a new favorite! I did limit my selection to complete fics, but you can find more recommendations, both works in progress and complete, under my ao3 tlk bookmarks. Happy New Year, and happy reading!

the leap by @irisdouglasiana

Season 5 cottagecore nuns fixit for Aalys and Aelflaed. Fixit fics are not usually my vibe tbh but this one is perfectly complex and bittersweet.

A Hard Story to Know by @wildwren

Post Season 5 fic. Aelfwynn processes her grief at the loss of her mother with the help of Aldhelm and Eadith. This fic broke my heart and mended it several times over.

no escape by @volvaaslaug

Wonderful Eadith character study and I adore the prose style as well.

come go with me by @wendy-daahling

Aethelflaed x Aldhelm political marriage (for MERCIA of course), slow burn with lots of delicious pining.

the drowned and the damned by @irisdouglasiana

Canon divergent AU centered around Osbert, Uhtred's youngest son. Addresses family trauma, cycles of violence, and legacy within the world of the show and does it in such a thought provoking way.

and, lord, she found me just in time by @jeynepoole

Hild x Iseult hurt/comfort bathing fic...so tender and so lovely.

a rope in hand for your other man by @jeynepoole

This fic is definitely for a niche audience, but if the idea of an Aethelflaed/Aldhelm/Aethelred threesome intrigues you, check it out...and there's more where that came from.

Meanwhile in Mercia by @skatingthinandice

This series is an absolute staple of Aethelflaed x Aldhelm fanfic and I am very grateful for it. Essential reading!

Daughter of Darkness by @ulfrsmal

Gen fic focused around Brida and Thyra's relationship and trauma that I, for one, desperately needed. *this fic is locked, you will need to be logged into your ao3 account to access...I still have a few invitations to send, if you need one feel free to DM me!

I go you go, my dear by alittlebitalexis

Two Osferth x Eadith fics for the Eadsferth truthers among us (no for real they were cute). Fluff and smut.

When the Party's Over by @wildwren

Aethelflaed x Erik College AU. Part of a series, read Part 1 first, I am just particularly attached to this part for...reasons.

The Maiden by @wildwren

Pirate/Witch AU for Aethelflaed x Skade. This fic is HOT and creative and HOT and gorgeously written and HOT.

To Curse a King by @pokeasleepingsmaug

Skade x Sihtric smut fic featuring magic and knife play. Very fun and sexy.

Saint of Shitty Reasons by @volvaaslaug

Edward Modern AU character study that hits 95% of my kinks.

Most CURSED among God's kin are aethelings by @wildwren

Aethelwold character study. A masterpiece though and through.

Lay Down Your Arms by @skatingthinandice

Aethelflaed x Aldhelm post Tettenhall smut, and a most worthy entry for the #GET IT AETHELFLAED tag.

clever-tongued by @tsukkinami

Aethelflaed x Aldhelm smut with wonderful tension and intimacy, it's just top tier! A classic.

in my dreams we survived by @irisdouglasiana

Hild character study, really lovely angst that makes me tear up every time.

poison by @irisdouglasiana

Brida x Skade enemies to lovers...need I say more?

fortune cookie by @jeynepoole

Competent stepdad Aldhelm, Modern AU Aldhelm & Aelfwynn bonding. A warm blanket of a fic.

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Modern!Revolution!Sihtric x Femme!OC

Chapter 1

Warnings: Death, war, guns, shooting, death

Based on this photo (thanks to one of my fellow Nowallian mutuals for finding it for me <3)

Most people would be thrilled to be one of the top pilots from one of the most powerful nations in Europe. Ellia, however, was growing tired of being perfect all the time. Growing tired of their leader seemingly doing nothing about the invading Northmen, spouting peace like it was gospel, yet continuing the hellish war effort as if Satan had possessed him. His war with the incoming Danes, who just wanted a new home after theirs was almost destroyed by storms, his refusal to acknowledge the rebellion so clearly growing right under his nose. It almost made one want to join the rebellion oneself.

But, just like everyone else, Ellia had grown used to her position, afraid of what might happen if they lost even a little of their power. People she had trusted and thought were good to their core were now selfish and complacent, not caring about the lives of their soldiers. General Athelflead, leader of the RAF and daughter to their ever-gracious leader, King Alfred, was one of those people. She had taught Ellia how to fly and was the one to give her the callsign of "Finch". A small bird was perfect for the shortest, and as some of the men would say, prettiest Commander in the Royal Air Force.

General Aethelflead brought Ellia out of her thoughts with a "Well, what do you think, Finch?"

Ellia placed her helmet down on the table with a sigh, "I think it's another suicide mission. Juker, Scramble, Uno, and I just barely survived our last mission to the Danish foothold. We lost eight good pilots in a single dogfight. We should focus on peace talks with Prime Minister Aethelred in Mercia so we can reinforce our dwindling presence in Northumbria!"

"I am well aware of the dire situation in Northumbria," Aethelflead said, "but we can't send the forces there without risking our own borders to the Danes. My father would never approve of the mission, you know this."

"Just because I know it, doesn't make it right." Ellia looked at her mentor, who rose her eyebrows expectantly. "But yes, if it is our holy duty from God, we shall carry it out."

Athelflead nodded. "You leave at 0600 tomorrow. Take the remainder of your squad. Since this is a stealth mission, you can use the new S-40s."

"But we haven't had much-" Ellia was about to protest when Aethelflead raised a hand.

"You and your squad are dismissed, Finch." Aethelflead used her other hand to rub her temple in frustration. "You will need ample time to prepare, will you not?"

"Yes, ma'am." Ellia tried to not let her tone become sarcastic as she saluted the General, and marched towards the barracks, the rest of the squad following suit.

On their way to the barracks, they passed by the War Room, a name given somewhat affectionately to the main meeting room of the facility. It was where all the important meetings took place, and from the look of things, the King was holding an important one. Ellia and her squad were fully intent on just walking past. None of them, Ellia, in particular, had the patience to deal with the incompetence and idiocy of the King and his other generals. King Alfred, sitting side on to the door, had other ideas.

"Ah, Commander Ellia, is it? Just the pilot I wanted to see!" He said looking up from the war table. Of course, he had to be sitting right by the open door.

Ellia suppressed a sigh. Here was the man who was responsible for her friends' deaths. Yet, she could do nothing about it unless she wanted to join her fallen comrades in whatever came next.

"Yes sir, Commander Ellia Goldstrum, callsign Finch, at your service." She gave a quick salute, her three squadmates following suit.

"At ease, ladies." The King stood and motioned for the squad to enter the room. As they did so, Ellia noticed the distinct lack of anyone else other than old white men in the room. With Athelflead out on duty, the major war decisions were being made by crusty Generals who hadn't seen real combat since before Ellia was born. "I know you four have had some contact with the rebellion while on your last flight?" The King continued.

"No, sir, those were Danes we fought. They flew Danish planes that carried Danish insignia, and wore Danish uniforms." Ellia was quickly loosing patience. To be sent on the same suicide mission the following day by the daughter, to then be questioned about the first mission by the father.

"We have credible intelligence from my nephew that the Danes have a shaky alliance with the Rebellion, so they are using Danish equipment." Alfred, as per usual, was calm and composed, even when talking about the savages on the other side.

It made sense that the Danes and the Rebellion would ally themselves, they both had a vendetta against Alfred. The shakiness also seemed correct, as the leader of the Rebellion was known to most as the Daneslayer.

"So you want us to go and confirm this intelligence, then?" Ellia guessed. The crown had a habit of telling its soldiers where to fly and who to fight without saying why, expecting blind loyalty until the last breath. This tracked with Ellia's experience with Christianity. Blind faith without question. Ellia was quite comfortable living in hidden godlessness, knowing there was no risk of burning eternally for her, just the calm nothingness of the void.

After a pause, the King replied, "Yes, we need the intelligence confirmed, but we didn't want you to know in case you got captured by them. They don't need to know that we know about their alliance."

"Can do, sir." Was the only words Ellia could get out without losing her cool. The only reason they were risking their lives was to confirm intelligence? Something spies could easily have done? It was bullshit.

"Dismissed, ladies. You'll need all the rest you can get for tomorrow." The King raised his hand, shooing them away, before turning back to his council. They started talking as Ellia and her squad marched away, but they were all engrossed in their own thoughts to hear what was said.

Ellia only relaxed when they got back to their shared barracks near the flight deck. There were two bunk beds, and they each got a draw to themselves in the dresser, the only other piece of furniture in the room. The higher-ups reckoned they didn't need to waste money on a window to the outside world when their pilots were spending all day in the air regardless.

"I want to defect to the Daneslayer's rebellion more with each passing mission" Juker complained, once they were safely back in their shared bunk room, out of the earshot of their superiors. "I mean, we're flying the exact same path as we did last time, the path that got Candy and Wolf's squads downed." Everyone was draped across their bunks, Juker above Ellia, and Uno above Scramble.

"You find us the rebellion stronghold, and I'll be right there with ya, Juker." Scramble joked, flicking through the same 'Kilted Men' magazine she'd had since forever, a smile on her face.

Leaning over her bunk to look at Scramble, Uno laughed, "Ha! Good luck, their base is harder to find than I am to beat at card games!" Uno always bragged about her winning streak in every card game they played, specifically in her callsign namesake, that was only still a streak because everyone refused to play with her.

"Ya know, I'm still convinced ya cheat every time." Scramble glanced up from her magazine to roll her eyes at Uno.

Uno gasped, her hand going to her forehead, pretending to faint. "Me? Cheat? Why, I would never!"

"Except for when you definitely dealt both Jokers into your hand in Scum," Juker added, getting an offended look from Uno.

"Multiple times, might I add." Ellia enjoyed joining in on her squad's antics, even if it was just one small jab in the middle of a faux argument. She watched the other three joke around, laughing their asses off at something another said, thinking of the love they had for each other. It had been a tough few years for them, and they all needed all of the love and laughter they could get.

Juker and Ellia had come from the same small village on the southern coast. They were only separated for a few months since joining the RAF when Juker crashed into a mountain after avoiding an enemy aircraft and had to hike back to base.

Scramble was from Ireland and had lost her husband somewhere along the way, their baby daughter dying from a chill while she made her way to Wessex with her. Uno, however, was born and raised in Wessex and used flying as a way to see the world and get out of her city life bubble.

Once the sun started to set, and they all had their nightly rations, Ellia called lights out.

"Oh, come on Finch, five more minutes?" Uno protested as Ellia reached for the switch.

"Do you want to be falling asleep at your yoke tomorrow, Uno?"

"I guess falling asleep at the controls a few thousand meters in the air would be bad for my health." Uno conceded, slipping under her sheets.

"Right, 0400 wake up call tomorrow morning, be ready ladies." Ellia turned the lights off, having received a resounding 'yes ma'am' from her squad.

The mission started off well. The S40s were able to climb higher, move faster, carry more ammo than the typical stealth jet, and had much better on board surveillance tech than the S30s. And they were fun to fly.

The squad was formed in a diamond shape, Ellia taking the lead position. Uno was to her left, Scramble on her right and Juker taking up the rear.

"We're coming up on the Danish settlement, Finch.” Juker said, “Break through these clouds and we should see it.”

“Copy that, Juker,” Ellia said. They were at the same location as last time, she recognised the longitude and latitude. She felt her chest sink out of sadness and anxiety. What if there was another ambush? Ellia couldn’t take losing another pilot. “Radio silence from now on, communicate by hand signals. Don’t want the heathens to know they’re being spied on by girls. Let’s just get in and out ladies.”

Ellia received thumbs up from her flanks, and she trusted Juker enough to know she’d listen. They flew in silence for most of the way, but something about this new silence felt heavier. Maybe it was the weight of their former friends and pilots sitting on their soldiers. Or maybe the very air the Danes breathed was toxic.

Ellia didn’t get time to dwell on it though, as they broke through the child’s high above the Danish base. They were high enough up to not be easily spotted by radar or the naked eye, but their powerful cameras allowed them to get a good view of the base.

She saw too much equipment for the Danish army around the base. A few more planes, plenty more trucks and boxes around the buildings, with doubtless more under cover.

The intel gathered by the King’s nephew was correct. The Rebellion had allied themselves with the Danes. Neither the Danes nor the Rebellion had this many resources individually.

Ellia noted down the number of planes and trucks she saw, and made her best approximation on the weapons caches she could see.

She was about to give the back to base signal when a red blip appeared on the edge of her radar. That usually meant a bogey, and they usually hung around. However, it disappeared almost as quick as it had appeared. Glancing to her right, Scramble gave a shrug. Ellia made the eyes up gesture to Scramble. She then turned to give the signal to Uno.

Suddenly, as if like a ghost, a Danish plane flew over Uno’s plane, then the rest of the squad. It had a custom paint job on it’s belly, a Mjolnir symbol, as far as Ellia could make out.

“Alright, comms back on, they know we’re here. Game faces, he might not be alone.” Ellia said, “we might not have much experience in these planes, but God be damned if we aren’t the best pilots in all of Britannia.”

Ellia’s eyes tracked the Danish plane, but it quickly disappeared into the clouds. It was a bad idea to follow it, since it could clearly hide itself from radar.

Before Ellia could even finish her thought, gunfire reigned overhead. The Dane had banked around to behind them.

“Break!” Ellia shouted, Banking left with Uno, Scramble, and Juker going to the right. The pilot had made a mistake, the pilot had alerted them to their presence too early, leaving the squad plenty of time to shoot at the pilot.

Ellia pulled her trigger, bullets flying through the air. The pilot dodged the bullets, pulling up only to reveal a second aircraft. Ellia barely had time to register the four leaf clovers adorning each wing before she herself was hit by the new contender.

The next thing she knew, she woke up, still strapped to her seat. The first thing she noticed was another wreckage next to her, one of her squad members it looked like. Ellia couldn't make out who it was, but whoever was inside wasn't moving.

She scrambled out of her plane as fast as she could and rushed over to the wreck, the adrenaline covering any pain Ellia doubtlessly had. She reached the wreck. Forced open the cockpit. Lifted the head of the pilot.

Ellia screamed, jumping back from the downed jet. Juker. It couldn't be Juker. Juker couldn't be gone. She was known for her evasive maneuvers. She couldn't have been shot down. If anyone was going to survive this mission, it was going to be her.

Ellia tried to compose herself as she climbed the wreck again, to check again. Definitely Juker. She dipped her ear to Juker's mouth. No breath. Tears streamed down Ellia's cheeks, scattering both hers and Juker's bloodstained flight suits.

As she took the dog tags from around Juker's neck, Ellia heard a twig snap behind her. She drew the gun from the holster on her hip, pointing at the noise.

"Commander, it's us..." Scramble said, hands raised.

"What's wrong, Finch?" Uno walked up to the edge of the wreck, "Why have you got Juker's dog tags?"

Ellia sat down on the edge of the cockpit, revealing Juker to the others. She broke down into sobs as they started crying too. Ellia, mid sob, slipped Juker's dog tags on and got down from the plane.

"Right," she sniffled, "Juker would want us to keep moving, find our way back. And I think I may need a bandage for my arm." Now that the adrenaline had worn off a bit, she could feel a good gash in her left arm, going from shoulder to elbow. "I think it's shallow at least, otherwise I would have bled out a while ago."

"You're right, we need to find shelter, and get your would cleaned." Scrambler wiped her eyes with the back of her hand.

"You think we can chance it with the Danes?" Uno joked. She always tried to lighten the mood, no matter how dire the situation was. They were stranded in enemy territory with no way to contact home, and no one coming after them.

"We have less of a chance with the Danes than you have at losing at cards," Scrambler replied.

Before they could come to a conclusion, a Danish pilot came into view from behind Juker's wreck.

"So you ladies come here often?" He said, his messy hair covering his eyes slightly.

"Who the fuck are you, Daneboy?" Ellia drew her gun for the second time, followed closely by the others.

"Commander Goldstrum, is it? My name is Sihtric Kjartansson, callsign Runt, with the Rebellion. I am to take you and your squad to the Daneslayer."

#i’m a sihtric simp through and through #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric fic #sihtric x oc #the last kingdom #sihtric #arnas fedaravicius #tlk #rebellion #modern au

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Tagged by the one and only @aethelreds :)

How many works do you have on AO3? 113

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 426,197 :O

3. What fandoms do you write for? been on a little hiatus lately, but most recently it's been vikings, tlk, little bit of vikings valhalla, whatever else I'm in the mood to write

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1. Only you (HOTD); 2. Climb (GoT); 3. The test (Rings of Power); 4. Strange things can happen (Vikings); 5. Insatiable (Lovecraft Country)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Sometimes. I do read them all, I just don't always know what to say in response! I do try to reply to longer or especially nice comments.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I've written some angsty stuff but generally try not to end on a super bleak note. The drowned and the damned is pretty fucking bleak all the way through, though.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? I AM a sucker for happy endings so I've got a bunch of them. Strange things can happen might be my favorite, though.

8. Do you get hate on fics? only once

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind? every now and then, when the mood strikes. I've had my fun dabbling with femslash but my actual favorite is my silly overlooked richelieu/marie de medici three musketeers fic, Acid and honey. this is the one and only story on ao3 with this pairing, so you know it's special.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? nah

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? not that I know of, no

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? yep, somebody translated my borgias fic Aut Caesar aut nihil into Russian, which was awesome and very flattering.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before? Vikings modern au We could've been better with @volvaaslaug, a true meeting of minds and a total delight to write.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I think I've sort of moved away from this, tbh. I got nothing.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will? ugh, I'm terrible at finishing anything; I've got sooo many sad little unfinished stories sitting in a folder. but the one that's been nagging at me is a helaena lives/helaena is the prince that was promised hotd fic. I got maybe a third of the way through and totally stalled out.

16. What are your writing strengths? I like to think I do a good job with characterization and dialogue...

17. What are your writing weaknesses? finishing anything, especially multichapter stuff. I'm not into the whole writing plot thing and doing much in the way of actual planning and that's defeated me a number of times.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I've never attempted it, but I'm a silly monolingual american. I mean, I guess if it's fitting for the context of the story? I dunno.

19. First fandom you wrote for? agent carter <3

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? Animal. It's under 600 words, I wrote it five years ago, and I've written a lot since but it's still special to me.

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Edward the Elder

Edward the Elder (r. 899-924) was the son of Alfred the Great (r. 871-899) and the King of the Anglo-Saxons in the early 10th century. He is known for his military victories over the Vikings of East Anglia and the East Midlands and for consolidating his dynasty's control over southern England.

In 865, about a decade before Edward was born, the Great Heathen Army invaded England, destroying the royal dynasties of several English kingdoms, including East Anglia, Mercia and Northumbria and establishing Viking rule across these territories. It fell upon Edward's father, King Alfred of Wessex, to lead the English resistance. He defeated the Vikings at the Battle of Edington in 878 and agreed to a peace treaty with their leader, Guthrum (d. 890), who retreated east to rule over much of the territory conquered by the great army, commonly referred to as 'The Danelaw'. Alfred would spend the next two decades fortifying Wessex, reforming the army and promoting learning and literacy amongst his subjects. He also brought Mercia under his overlordship, after which he took the title 'King of the Anglo-Saxons', denoting his rule over both the Mercians and the West Saxons.

Edward succeeded his father in 899. Most of what we know of his reign comes from a collection of land charters and the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle, which presents him as a relentless and successful warrior-king. His epithet, 'the Elder', was not used during his life but was later used to distinguish him from his great-grandson, Edward the Martyr, King of England (r. 975-978). Though well-regarded as a ruler by medieval chroniclers and modern historians, Edward often remains in the shadow of his more illustrious father. However, there has been more interest in Edward recently due to the TV series The Last Kingdom, in which he is portrayed by Timothy Innes. Yet, the show depicts Edward as a king struggling to step out of his father's shadow, with many of his achievements being accredited to the show's protagonist, Uhtred of Bebbanburg.

Early Life

Edward was born c. 874-877. His parents, Alfred and Ealhswith (d. 902), a Mercian noblewoman, were married in 868. In addition to Edward, the couple had four more children: Aethelflaed (d. 918), who married the Ealdorman of Mercia and later ruled Mercia herself; Aethelgifu, who became the Abbess of Shaftesbury; Aelfthryth (d. 929) who married the Count of Flanders and another son, Aethelweard (d. 920). The earliest mention of Edward in contemporary sources comes from Bishop Asser – a Welsh priest and scholar at Alfred's court – in his work the Life of King Alfred. Asser recounts that Edward spent his youth at the king's court, studying religious and secular texts and was taught to show "humbleness, affability, and gentleness towards all." Edward was also trained in warfare, and while still in his teens, led the West Saxon army to victory over the Vikings at the Battle of Farnham in 893. Around the same time, he appears to have become a regular member of the king's council and married a woman named Ecgwynn, of whom we know little about, although the couple had a son, Aethelstan (d. 939), and a daughter, Edith.

Great Viking Army in England, 865-878 CE

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In the final years of his father's reign, Edward was granted the title 'rex' (king), suggesting he had been appointed co-king alongside his father or, more likely, was given his own kingdom in Kent to provide him with experience ruling before he succeeded his father. Primogeniture (father-to-son succession) had not firmly been established in Wessex; succession was still elective to a certain degree, with the crown passing to the aetheling (prince), favoured by the nobility. Edward's main rival for the throne was his cousin Aethelwold (d. 902), the son of Alfred's brother, King Aethelred of Wessex (r. 865-871). As much of the West Saxon nobility owed their position to Alfred, they were naturally inclined to support Edward's succession, but his experience in warfare and royal administration went a long way to secure their support.

#History #KingdomOfWessex #KingdomOfMercia #EdwardTheElder

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frary-us · 2 years

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Toby Regbo has a small role in this new movie -- Pinball: The Man Who Saved The Game. Still a period piece set in 1970s NYC, but MUCH MORE modern than his most well-known roles of Aethelred in The Last Kingdom, Francis in Reign, Tommaso in Medici 3, Young Albus Dumbledore, and the centuries-old vampire Jack in A Discovery Of Witches.😄. https://pinballfilm.com

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“themikedoyle Get your 70s on and join us tomorrow for the world premiere of Pinball: The Man Who Saved The Game at the Hamptons Film Festival.@pinballmovie@hamptonsfilm@thebraggbrothers(x)

“pinballmovie This Saturday is the WORLD PREMIERE of PINBALL at the Hamptons International Film Festival! The film will screen Saturday, October 8, at 11:15 a.m. in East Hampton, New York, followed by a Q&A with the film’s directors Austin and Meredith Bragg, cast member Crystal Reed, and the film’s subject—Roger Sharpe himself.

There are a few tickets still available. Get them at the 🔗 in our bio today!@hamptonsfilm “(x)

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1. WW1 has several nicknames but, none so foolish as this...

Among the other nicknames are:

A. "The Chemist's War" (due to the poisonous gasses used).

B. "The Forgotten War" (much time has passed - were coning up on the century mark).

C. "The Great War" (there's nothing great about any war).

D. "World War 1" (not known as this until the 2nd World War started).

2. Valkyries on the way to a battle - where they'll decide who died a 'worthy' enough death that they deserve the honor of helping Odin during Ragnarok.

3. Leftover picture from an earlier post.

"Recipes from the Mythos lore of HP Lovecraft" - exactly what's needed to not feel when you're being eaten alive!

With 'fun' drinks like: the "King in Jell-O," "Pink FlaMi-Go," "Sunken Island Iced Tea," "Root Beer of All Evil," "Bloodbath & Beyond," etc...

75 recipes in all, so drink responsively.

4. There's 13 types of dragons in all.

But, though the Lindworm was originally wingless & limbless, you'll note that the modern version has 2 clawed arms & bat-like wings...

Blame it on 'evolution.'

5. The largest extent of the Danelaw in Anglo-Saxon England.

This was land invaded by the Great Heathen Army in 865 AD.

It lasted until 1002 AD, when Saxon King Aethelred the Unready ordered the Saint Brice's Day Massacre!!

This brutal murder of prominent Danes led to vicious war crimes - like the burning of churches & the killing of women & children...

These events would, ultimately, lead to the successful Norman invasion of England.

6. Illustration of the basic myth of the Lindworm.

The heroine is helping Prince Worm to shed 1 of its many skins...

Then, it'll be her turn.

See below.

7. Nordic 'Amazons'?

Not quite.

Female warriors have always been fewer than their male counterparts.

But, the idea of Nordic shield maidens has been known for ages.

Yet, few modern archaeologists truly believed in such tales.

Well, now there's proof that they did exist.

Now, I'm waiting for them to find the burial site of that badass, Lagertha.

She was so fierce in battle, that even her enemies were amazed of her fighting prowess!

1914: Output.

Intro: Ragnar's¹ earlier poem (also from 1914) connects thematically to "The Teuton's² Battle-Song." Both works speak about the 'glories' of war.

In "Teuton's Battle-Song," HPL sees Christianity as a foreign influence that's too weak to follow during war.

Howard tells English-Americans to remember their now muted warrior prowess - a gift from their ancestral roots.

Because it's a special quality that will be useful in the growing War to End All Wars...

Opening Quote: Since I've already posted on "Death-Song" earlier (up- dating needed meanings), I thought readers might be interested in reading some of Lovecraft's more primal version.

The quote HPL used is from the end of "Ragnar's Death- Song."

"We hewed with the brand!! My life is well-nigh over."

"Sharp is the pang, That serpents give. Goinn, the Snake,³ Nests deep in my heart."

"No more will my children rest; Great wrath will be theirs⁴, At the undoing of their sire."

"We hewed with the brand!! Full gladly do I go!"

"With the Valkyrjar,⁵ Fresh from Odin's hall!"

"High seated among heroes, Shall I quaff the yellow mead.⁶ The Aesir welcome me."

"Laughing gladly do I die."

Notes:

1. This is Lovecraft's translation of a Latin version from the Nordic original "Ragnarr Lothbrok's Death-Song."

2. Teutons were folk hailing from ancient Jutland (now Denmark).

They migrated south to Gaul (France) - attacking the Roman Republic in 105 BC. But, were defeated in 101 BC.

Martyrdom: The Roman terms of surrender were that 300 married Teutonic women would become sex slaves!

These matrons begged to minister the temples of Ceres & Venus instead.

But, their request was denied.

So, these women killed their children & strangled each other!!

This is now known as "Teutonic Fury."

3. I firmly believe that "Goinn, the Snake, is the name of the Lindworm⁷ that Ragnar slew to earn his name - &, the hand of his bride!!

But, I've yet to find any info on this dragon...

4. A father's wrathful kids - no kidding!!

Ragnar's sons were among the Danish war bands which attacked England.

They conquered a large portion of the eastern & northern countryside.

Which became known as the Danelaw.

5. Valkyrjar seems to be a misspelling of Valkyrjur, the modern "Valkyrie."

6. Yellow or golden mead describes a honey based Nordic wine.

In myth, when honey was mixed with Kvasir's blood, it was called the Mead of Poetry.

The reddish linden berry was crushed & the resulting liquid was mixed with fermented honey to celebrate the above 'event.'

This magical drink was supposed to convey Kvasir's knowledge & wisdom upon the drinker!

Okay...

7. The Lindworm is a folktale that spread from India to Scandinavia!

Indians have been trading with Europeans since, at least Alexander the Great's time.

Earlier, Indians traded with Sumeria in the Middle East.

The basic story plot is of a cursed queen who gives birth to a prince - in snake form!

He's married off to a smart gal. One who breaks his curse - by stripping!!

For every piece of clothing that she takes off, he sheds 1 of his snake skins completely...

After 7 such sheddings, the curse is finally broken!

(Sounds like the Arabian Dance of the 7 Veils!!)

Lind might mean "soft & flexible."

And worm is Norse for "a wingless, limbless man-eating dragon!"

Next: Part 2 - The Work.

#hpl bio #hpl output #poesy #history #Teuton's Battle-Song #saber rattling #ww1

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fucktgisshitok-blog · 5 years

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Good For Nothing

A/N: I randomly decided to write an Aethelred story because well...look at him. Moodboard was made by @tephi101 which I requested from her. And if you don't know who she is, hop on over to her blog. She is amazing. If you want to be tagged just let me know and i will add you to the list loves.

Warnings: Cussing, Neglectful/Abusive "parents" (the characters are written as 18 so not sure if it really falls under neglect and child abuse but wanted to put it in case), Favoritism of a child

Chapter 1

Aethelred's POV

“Aethelred! Alfred! Breakfast!” I heard my mother yell. I rolled my eyes and pulled my pillow over my head. It was too damn early to deal this dysfunctional family. I cursed my father every day for leaving me here with her and her new husband, Athelstan, along with their little entitled prick of an offspring. Alfred was a few years younger than me. Me, being eighteen and a 6th form college student and him, being fourteen was in Secondary School.

I heard his annoying feet trudge past my bedroom door and I threw my pillow across the room. I hated this place.

I got out of bed, stretched, and adjusted my junk to sit comfortably in my boxers. I pulled a pair of jeans off of my computer chair and slid them on. Then I tugged a plain white t-shirt over my head and slipped into my leather jacket. I sat back on my bed to kill the time I had before I left. “AETHELRED! Downstairs! Now!” Came my mother's “stern” voice.

“Jesus Christ I'm coming!” I yelled back, stepping into my socks and leaving the room. I descended the stairs and walked into the kitchen where I was immediately caught off guard by a sharp slap to the face. “What the fuck?”

“We do NOT curse or use the Lord's name in vain in this house. Am I clear?” My mother asked me.

“Yes.” I snapped back, hatefully, rubbing my sore cheek. I gritted my teeth together and sat at the table.

“Eat your breakfast, Aethelred.” Athelstan told me.

“I'm not hungry.” I stated. I wasn't about that healthy and organic non-GMO shit that they were. I was going to get a pizza at lunch.

“Oh, Aethelred, dear?” My mother said in her sickeningly sweet yet ‘'I have an ulterior motive’ voice that was constantly being used on me and not Alfred.

“Yes, mommy dearest.” I sighed sarcastically while batting my lashes.

“You are eighteen now.” She continued.

“I'm aware.” I said, looking over at my half brother with disgust as he scarfed down some turkey bacon.

“Athelstan and I have decided to cut you off. You need to get a job. Learn some responsibility. We aren't going to be paying for your car, your phone, and you are also going to pay us for your wifi and electric as well as water used.” My mother said, smiling at me while she chewed her food.

I set my jaw. “You and Athelstan have decided, huh?”

“Yes. It was decided last night.” Replied my step father, not looking up from his newspaper.

I shot up out of my chair and headed for the door. “Wait! You have to take Alfred to school!” My mother yelled.

“The little bastard can walk!” I screamed back and slammed the door behind me.

"Aethelred!" I looked up at Athelstan's voice.

"If you keep acting like this..." He started, trying to use his stern 'dad' voice on me.

"You'll what? Huh?" I asked, testing him. He started to walk towards me and I knew that for even a smaller man that he could pack a punch. I stood my ground, which wasn't that hard. I was 6'1 and he was 5'9, but I knew my mom would phone the police if I touched a hair on his head. He puffed up and I tried not to laugh as I looked down at him.

"I would appreciate it if you didn't disrespect my son anymore." He said, firmly.

"So what? Again I am the piece of shit here?" I demanded.

"Yes. Just like your father." He stated calmly, but smirking slightly, knowing that he got me. I punched the top of my car in anger and started to reach out for him.

"Dad?" Alfred asked, from the door.

"Go back inside, Alfred. Get your stuff. I will be taking you to school today."

My nostrils flared in anger and I threw open my door and got into my car. I inserted the key with shaky hands and threw it into drive and sped down the road.

Victoria's POV

I woke up next to my late to school thanks to last night's conquest. “Brad. Get up. Get out. I'm late.”

“Already? We just had sex last night.”

I rolled my eyes. Bless the idiots. “No you fucking moron. For school.”

“Oh yeah. That.” He said, with a smirk. “Or…”

“No or. Go.” I said, standing up and running to my bathroom. “You better be gone by the time I get out.” I demanded.

I sat in my shower and let the water hit me. Once it started getting to lukewarm I stood up and washed my hair and body. I shut the water off and listened for Brad. Nothing. Wrapping myself in a towel, I made my way for my room to get dressed. My usual outfit. A leather skirt and a plaid shirt tied up. I decided to wear my white tank top that read ‘Sex Does The Body Good’ underneath it. I slid on my red knee high socks and put my thigh high boots on. For normal people, they wouldn't be thigh high because they aren't 5’3.

I put on some eye makeup and blood red lipstick and popped some gum into my mouth. I lit a cigarette and walked out the door, putting my ear buds in. I blasted my favorite band, Fame on Fire in my ears and started in the direction towards school.

I obviously wasn't paying attention for some time because I glanced to my left and a car was barreling towards me. I ran off the crosswalk and onto the sidewalk, grabbing a pole to stop myself. I didn't see the driver but noticed them roll down the window and fling their hand with the middle finger up. “Fucking shithead.” I muttered and continued on my trek to Hell.

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#aethelred #vikings au #vikings #vikings judith #vikings alfred #bad boy aethelred #worse girl oc #original characters #modern aethelred #modern vikings

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