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jade-masquerade · 4 years

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Simply Stricken

Written for @tlkfanficfest 2020 Round 2 for the prompt “Stiorra/Sigtryggr and their first kiss”

Stiorra sighed, the book in front of her no longer holding her attention. There were only so many dusty old tomes full of endless burh descriptions and donations made to the church and counts of barley yields she could read, and she glanced away from the words that had long since begun to blur together.

Instead, her eyes wandered to the most interesting part of this dull, drab room: Sigtryggr himself.

After Eardwulf had barged through those doors and she’d spent days listening to Brida demanding her head and all sorts of her body parts in turn, Stiorra had admitted in a moment of weakness that she felt safer with him here, and he’d spent as much time in here with her and the books and table games as outside training with swords and shields ever since.

She knew she should have hated him. She knew that she should have been angry and afraid. She knew he was dangerous, that he had killed. But so have Father and his men, whispered that conspiratorial voice she fought often these days. Maybe it was her mother’s strength or her father’s impetuousness, but Stiorra found she couldn’t muster a semblance of fear or ire anymore, at least not when they were here alone like this.

Once she’d been certain he hadn’t intended to harm her, she had asked if she was free to go. He insisted she was if she wished, her chambers evidently not well guarded if Eardwulf deep in his cups had managed to stagger served as proof enough of that. In that moment, though, she’d realized the entire city was full of men like that waiting beyond these walls, with nothing better to occupy their time than drinking and whoring and fighting in the streets. Besides, it was far better here than out there where she imagined Brida sat contemplating a thousand ways for her to die, and if she waited here, Stiorra knew somewhere deep down that her father would come for her. And until then, the stories Sigtryggr told were far more fascinating than listening to children whining or watching Finan and Sihtric playing dice for the thousandth time.

Sigtryggr was an odd sort of Dane, Stiorra had to admit. He strangely seemed to have taken as much of an interest in scrolls and her stories as the sprawling palace and the chests of silver they had gathered from Winchester’s stores. Sometimes he would bring an object—a relic from the chapel, a platter with a verse inscribed upon it, a painting of a saint—from somewhere in the castle, or something to occupy himself, polishing his boots or scabbard, weaving together a hempen rope, the kind of work she’d expect a handmaiden to do, not a warlord, and he would sit and listen to what she had to say, whether it was telling him about the beliefs of the Christian faith, talking about her childhood, or teasing him about if Winchester had turned out to be all he dreamed. He entertained all sorts of her questions in turn, about his homeland and Irland and the sea and all he’d seen along the way, and she couldn’t help but be drawn into his tales of the world beyond the walls of Saltwic and Coccham.

And she wasn’t blind either, regardless of what Brida threatened. It hadn’t escaped her attention that Sigtryggr was rather handsome, with his long hair and his armbands, clad in functional leather rather than a cape embroidered with gold or jewelry that served to do little other than belie exorbitant wealth. He looked so different from the shorn haired Saxons she’d been raised alongside, and perhaps most importantly, also unlike them he clearly washed.

“Are you overcome with admiration?”

She shook her head when she realized she must have been staring. “No. I’m bored.”

He smirked. Then there was that, too, those smiles that would have surely bewitched her in an instant had she been a weaker woman. “So I’ve heard.”

She rolled her eyes. “My father’s stories made all of this seem exciting. And all that’s here is a list of dead men and their vassals and their lands and who cares.”

“Lady Aelswith has assured me that her husband was a great man,” Sigtryggr said.

“Oh, have you been spending a great deal of time with Lady Aelswith now?” She took her turn to smirk now, and then offered mercy at the look of bewilderment he wore. “He was, I suppose. He ruled with fairness and strength and love for his people.”

“But?”

She could not deny he was coming to know her well. “But it wasn’t as if he did these things all himself. He didn’t fight the battles, he didn’t bring in the harvests, he didn’t build the burhs. There’s scarcely even a mention of Lady Aelswith, either.”

“Would there be? She tells me Wessex has no such thing as a queen. Aelflaed tells me different, of course.”

“Does it matter? Being a queen seems utterly boring, too.”

The corners of his mouth quirked up. “Don’t all girls wish to grow up and become queen?”

“No,” she shuddered. “I certainly didn’t. It seems awful, to do nothing but spend your days bowing and curtsying locked up in some palace. And I don’t want children, much less a kingdom.”

“Oh? Have you discussed this with your intended?”

She wrinkled her nose. “My intended?”

“The man to whom you are betrothed. That’s what Saxons like to do, is it not? Find someone who can make them richer, give them power, or grant them lands, and marry their daughters off to them in exchange for their favor.”

“Yes,” she admitted. It all sounded rather crude when he put it that way, and she supposed it was. Her mother had told her once of the man she’d nearly been forced to marry, her father’s cruel uncle who had stolen Bebbanberg, and how her brother, Guthred, arranged the match to solidify an alliance and receive reinforcements of men with no regard for his sister’s well-being or her wishes, and how her father had returned in time to disrupt the completion of the ceremony. Knowing her father, Stiorra suspected she left out some of the gorier details to make it fit for the ears of a child, but the passion of the act had always stuck with her, the reminder of the fierce devotion and the love they shared, and how so few were ever permitted to follow their hearts as they had. “Sometimes.”

“So your betrothed…?” Sigtryggr prompted.

They had spoken at length about family, hers and his alike, but this was the first time their conversation has strayed into this territory. “I don’t have one,” she said. “There’s no husband waiting for me. I’m not sure I even wish to marry, either.”

“Ah, so you have preferred to take lovers instead, Stiorra Uhtredsdottir,” he said, winking.

She felt her face flame. “No, I never even so much as… I’ve never taken a lover.”

Stiorra expected him to laugh, for him to look at her as a child just like everyone else, maybe to tease about her evident prudishness as she’d seen her father’s men rib each other often enough. But he only nodded, though he must have read her embarrassment, for he asked, “Are all Saxons so shy about these matters, too?”

“I’m not a Saxon,” she said for what must have been the thousandth time, but this time she said it with a smile.

“Then your Danish mother did not tell you of the joys that can be found with another?”

“My mother died when I was still too young to talk of such things,” she said. “And the nuns and priests in Saltwic only droned on about purity and maintaining virtue… which makes Lady Aethelflaed herself quite the deviant if half of what they say about her and my father is true.”

She grinned, though such a secret was scarcely one anymore, not for anyone who had seem them together with their own two eyes, and she flushed at the memory of how she had stumbled upon them kissing one time when she had come to bid him a farewell on his visit to Saltwic. Stiorra turned and ran before they noticed her interruption, and while it had been a bit awkward, she owed much to Lady Aethelflaed’s kindness and wished only happiness for her.

“Lord Uhtred and Lady Aethelflaed? The daughter of King Alfred and Lady Aelswith?” Sigtryggr seemed amused at the prospect.

Stiorra nodded. “My father loved her, and she him. But they say before, she loved a Dane once. That he truly fathered her daughter, not Lord Aethelred.”

She had never been bold enough to ask Lady Aethelflaed of it, but hearing of the tale had always excited her, and retelling it now was no different. She couldn’t help but think it romantic, despite its beginning and end and the loss of what could have been.

“A smart woman, then,” Sigtryggr said. “Except if she loved your father, then why do they whisper he waits outside these walls when he could be the ruling Lord of Mercia?”

“Lady Aethelflaed promised to remain chaste to placate the ealdormen and their god too, I suppose.”

He furrowed his brow in confusion. “Their god truly wants piety and obedience rather than free will and happiness?”

“I don’t know what their god wants,” she shook her head. “For me to devote my life to a nunnery? Or am I instead to save myself for some repulsive old man and his bags of gold? Or some cruel lord with the right name and advantageous lands?”

“You do not believe in their god?”

She’d long ago lost faith in the god the Christians worshipped, the one King Alfred had tried to impress upon her to punish her father, but she’d also lost count of how many times she’d asked him, pleaded with the gods of her ancestors, begged anyone who was listening to free her from the boredom of first Coccham and then Saltwic, for someone to come along, anyone, and take her somewhere else, anywhere else, back to Winchester or Northumbria, and bring her adventure. Sometimes the gods had a funny way of showing their will.

“I don’t want to believe in the existence of a god who takes that much interest in my cunt,” she said bluntly.

He laughed, and soon she found herself laughing along with him.

“It’s true,” she insisted. “I don’t care what they say about pagans, if we’re barbaric and wicked. At least our gods are not petty and selfish.”

“Our gods don’t care so much what we do so long as we entertain them,” he said.

“Then they also must be rather bored with this siege,” she said, though she felt anything but now with the way she felt the air shift between them.

Sigtryggr stood up and walked towards her slowly, nearing where she sat upon the table, books discarded at her side that couldn’t hold a candle compared to the way he seemed to study her now. “Then perhaps we should take it upon ourselves to amuse them?”

She was struck by how he was even more handsome this way, stunning, strikingly. He was utterly compelling this close, tall, imposing with his scar streaking past his eye, and strong, her gaze following the muscles from his shoulders down to his forearms. At this distance, he was only himself, not a warlord, not more god than man as some of the others seemed to tell it.

He hadn’t touched her since he’d taken the broken glass from her hand and talked her down from using it to mar her face, but she still remembered the way his skin felt against hers, warm and rough. He was even more hesitant this time as he reached first for her hand, and when she let her fingers thread through his, he brought the other up to stroke her cheek.

It was nothing, really, no more than what perhaps a hundred other men had done to her, claiming they wished to admire her beauty or looking for a shadow of her father in her face or attempting to evoke a memory of her mother, yet the simple touch sent heat flooding through her.

Stiorra wondered what he would do if she was bold enough to do the same to him, and gathering her courage, she decided to find out. She began with tracing over his scar, her fingertip lightly following the curved line, skirting around the edge of his mouth, skimming along his jaw, and then continuing over the hair that brushed his shoulders until her fingers slid against the leather covering his chest and curled around the hammer of Thor he wore.

She found herself drawn to funny things this close: his eyelashes, the bob of his throat, the wisps of a beard gracing his chin, and when she had looked her fill, she brought her eyes up to meet his. She felt as though he saw her—not Lord Uhtred’s daughter, whether that was for good or for bad, not a captive or an enemy, and certainly not a child.

“May I…”

“Yes.” She didn’t entirely know what she was agreeing to, nor did she care; she only knew that she wanted, anticipation thrumming beneath her skin.

The touch of his lips to hers was softer even than the feel of his hand on her cheek. It was strange at first, all of this, the way it felt, how he moved firm but gentle, slow and deliberate, even the fact that they stood in a room where King Alfred’s scribes had written of her father’s victories and the conquests of the Saxons.

It was nice, though, even as she wondered how she’d know, given she had nothing with which to compare it. She felt as though she was fumbling through the motions at first, merely attempting to mirror what he did, but then it smoothed into something even more pleasant, something synchronous as they found a sort of rhythm, and she paused only when she was certain she needed to breathe.

This time she initiated as they resumed, one of her hands winding around his wrist, the other still entwined with his coming up to rest on his chest between them. Their kisses grew quicker, deeper, more desperate until he slowed the pace again.

He lingered there against her, and seconds or minutes or hours could have passed, but Stiorra still was not expecting it when he pulled away, and it was so sudden she didn’t even have a chance to mask her disappointment.

Perhaps he’d stopped for an entirely different reason, though, and before she could stifle them, the words escaped. “Was I awful?”

He grinned at her, his eyes darkened, and when he spoke again, his voice was deep, a low rumble in his chest, and it made her want more. “No. I simply find myself stricken.”

Stiorra nodded in understanding, her breath catching as his free hand slipped from her cheek to her hip. It had been just a kiss, but it didn’t feel like just anything as Stiorra reached up and swiped her finger over where his lips had touched hers. It felt like it could be something, could be everything.

All her life Stiorra had been told of how she resembled her mother—in her looks, her strength, her wit—and she’d been told, too, of the gift of prophecy she’d possessed, of how Gisela could cast her rune sticks and see fate in the way they fell. That had always seemed like a strange business to Stiorra, but in that moment she wondered if she had inherited something else from her mother after all because as she looked back up at Sigtryggr again and returned his soft smile, she suspected she could see a glimpse of hers.

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tlkfanficfest · 4 years

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TLK Fanfic Fest Prompts - Round 2

Round 2 is here! And the fandom has DOUBLED the amount of prompts since Round 1! That’s right, we have 126 prompts for this round. AMAZING!

This round will be open for two weeks and be closed on July 26.

All the prompts are alphabetized below, into different categories. Anyone can write using any prompt and all prompts may be filled by multiple people!

Please remember to tag your completed prompt fill with #TLKFFF2020 and @tlkfanficfest so they can be included in the Fill Post.

If your prompt fills are also on AO3 please add your fics to the The Last Kingdom Fanfic Fest Collection.

If you wish to submit an anonymous submission, you may do so here. All submissions will posted at the discretion of @tlkfanficfest. We will not post anything involving incest or anything involving minors.

And now, without further ado, the prompts:

PAIRINGS

Aethelflaed/Erik cute moments

Aethelflaed/Uhtred. Domestic (similar to early episode 4x05) either at cookham or saltwic/droitwich

Aethelflaed/Uhtred. Edward's thoughts on uhtred and his sister 4x04 when he walks away from his sister after the battle and they are embracing (if he were to turn around and see them)

Aethelflead/Uhtred, there's many ways for Aethelflead to have pleasure without risking to break her oath of chastity

Aethelfled/Uhtred. Uhtred retakes bebbanburg and aethelfled comes to join him.

Aethelfled/Uthred break the vow of chastity. Many times.

Aethelfled/Uthred. Aethelfled is wounded in battle, and Uthred nurses her back to health.

Aethelfled/Uthred. Aethelfled was already pregnant before her vow of chastity.

Aethelfled/Uthred. Fill out the time between the first kiss and the beginning of Season Four. How did the romance/ courtship take place?

Aethelfled/Uthred. Her mother mentioned Alfred looking down on what was happening. What would alfreds thoughts be of uthred bedding his daughter and their love for one another (also no chastity vow was made)

Aethelfled/Uthred. Uthred will do whatever it takes to get Aethelfled back. He won’t lose the woman he loves.

Aethelhelm/Haesten - Aethelhelm finds out from Haesten that Osferth is Alfred’s bastard child.

Aethelwold gets it (“it” either being some sex or a slap in the face. Preferably both)

Aldhelm - Modern AU where Aethelflaed sets up Aldhelm with her friend (OC female) – progressing through to cute romance and proud Aethelflaed when romance works out between Aldhelm and OC

Alfred/Uhtred Alfred likes to watch Uhtred fuck, Uhtred likes to put on a show. Power play

Alfred/Uhtred unresolved sexual tension. May or may not spill over like the wax on Alfred's candles. Wax play would be perfect

Alfred/Uhtred, "it is customary to kneel"

Alfred/Uhtred, patching up battle wounds

Alfred/Uhtred, sex in a church

Brida/Cnut - AU where Brida does tell Cnut she’s pregnant.

Brida/Ragnar - You distract me

Brida/Ragnar, Brida gives Ragnar her permission and affection.

Brida/Ragnar, Dunholm is a fortress but not yet their home. It’s time to mark their territory.

Brida/Ragnar, on Ragnar’s ship and sailing to wealth and freedom, Ragnar begins to notice Brida... and she begins to notice him back.

Brida/Ragnar, Ragnar loves Brida. But a man must have a son.

Brida/Uhtred, Brida's pregnant and alone and desperate to get laid when she comes across Uhtred and his pretty boys on their way north

Eadith/Finan, Eadith and Finan's first child

Eadith/Finan, Osferth walking in on Finan and Eadith humping in a closed room

Eadith/Finan, that awkward flirting that leads to smut phase

Edward - Edward makes a friend (OC female)

Erik/Uhtred Erik has a better way of trying to persuade Uhtred to join the brothers than a talking corpse.

Father Pyrlig/Osferth - they are forced to fight each other.

Finan is far from home and missing Uhtred, he masturbates thinking about what he'll do to Uhtred when he gets home.

Finan, Finan is badly hurt after a battle and reader takes care of him. (Bonus if they are married and it adds even more angst eheh)

Finan, The Irishman is in love with Steappa's daughter. But it doesn't stop the two men to continue to annoy each other

Finan/Eadith: firsts. First touch, first hug, first kiss, first time, first child. Anything do do with firsts.

Finan/Gisela (implied Finan/Gisela/Uhtred relationship - no cheating), Uhtred goes to Winchester leaving them in Coccham. Gisela is pregnant and Finan helps her with her cravings.

Finan/Gisela/Uhtred, the days Finan and Uhtred return from travel are Gisela worship days (it's all about her).

Finan/Osferth, Osferth is stabbed by Finan while trying to wake him up from a nightmare.

Finan/Sihtric — domestic moments

Finan/Sihtric: Finan watches Sihtric sleep.

Finan/Uhtred - Hickeys

Finan/Uhtred modern barber shop AU, including some 21st century sexy times

Finan/Uhtred orgasm denial

Finan/Uhtred pledge their lives to each other

Finan/Uhtred Uhtred has always been taught that to be fucked by a man is shameful, so why is he so desperate to be fucked by Finan? Uhtred wrestles with lust

Finan/Uhtred Uhtred is cock of the walk everywhere he goes. Except in bed where Finan rules the roost

Finan/Uhtred, a lone wolf is harrying Uhtred's sheepfarming tenants in Northumberland. Finan and Uhtred go on a wolf hunt.

Finan/Uhtred, Battle of the Somme au

Finan/Uhtred, choking

Finan/Uhtred, Finan hears Uhtred calling Gisela's name in his sleep

Finan/Uhtred, Finan is Uhtred's ESL teacher.

Finan/Uhtred, Finan pays tribute to the new Lord of Mercia

Finan/Uhtred, Finan took the contract, but watching Uhtred with his kids, he finds he can't pull the trigger.

Finan/Uhtred, Finan wants to kill Aethelwold, but Uhtred talks him out of it.

Finan/Uhtred, In the middle of winter, Aethelstan falls in the Thames. Uhtred dives in after him. Finan warms him up.

Finan/Uhtred, King Uhtred of Northumbria watches as Abbot Finan of Irland enters Bebbanburg... and after the feast, gives him a very warm welcome indeed.

Finan/Uhtred, meet cute at a marathon start line

Finan/Uhtred, planning a battle for Alfred in bed

Finan/Uhtred, recovering Skade is the first time they've been on a boat since the slave ship, and Finan doesn't react well. Uhtred wakes him from his nightmares.

Finan/Uhtred, Saxon Stories/Temeraire crossover, Uhtred and his dragon rescue Finan and his dragon from slavers

Finan/Uhtred, stolen moments

Finan/Uhtred, Uhtred figures out that Finan can read

Finan/Uhtred, Uhtred gets caught in the rain on his way back from Winchester and feels very sorry for himself. Finan makes him feel better.

Finan/Uhtred, Uhtred is on a mission for Her Majesty's Secret Service. Finan is his contact.

Finan/Uhtred/Gisela, Uhtred returns a changed man, but Gisela doesn't mind the Irish warrior he brings with him

Finan/woman (OC or Canon character, early morning sexy times.

Gisela/OC, Whilst Gisela is in the nunnery waiting for Uhtred’s return she has an affair with a fellow nun. Bonus if the other nun looks like Jodie Comer

Gisela/Uhtred, Uhtred loves Gisela's post baby curves.

Haesten/Uhtred, deep down Haesten wants to be one of Uhtred’s pretty boys.

Osferth, Osferth wants to kiss the reader all the time.

Osferth/Finan/Sihtric, Osferth plays a prank on Finan and Sihtric.

Osferth/Sihtric - they get lost in a blizzard.

Sigtryggr/Stoirra - getting to know each other by talking of their favorite things.

Sihtric, Sihtric takes his wife for a moonlight stroll.

Steapa, Steapa helps the reader with a twisted ankle.

Stiorra/Sigtryggr and their first kiss.

Uhtred, Reader dry humps Uhtred while he’s injured.

Uhtred, Uhtred spends time with his children.

Wihtgar, A crack ship fic featuring Wihtgar and one other character of your choosing.

NO SPECIFIC PAIRING

Aelswith gets her heart's desire

Aethelflaed and Alfred - Cloud watching

Aldhelm gets adopted/abducted by the Coccham Crew, who take him for a night of drinking to get him to loosen up

Coccham crew in a naturist camp

Cookham crew bathe after battle. Lots of nakedness is encouraged

Dane vs Saxon biker gang rivalries (modern au)

Edward, Edward reflects on his father’s death.

Fantasy AU (elves, dwarfs, maybe magic etc). Maybe with some Finan freaking out about the other races of creatures he meets

Finan - domestic Finan

Finan - Finan gets adopted by a kitten that follows him everywhere. Everyone learns to love the kitten (even Aelswith). Finan becomes protective of the kitten

Finan diet coke break

Finan likes to play games

Finan, Finan gets a concussion. Each of the guys take turns talking to him since he can’t fall asleep.

Finan, lays hurt after battle, and you are there to care or him.

Guthred, Guthred learns of his sister’s (Gisela) death by childbirth. He’s kept tabs on her.

Magic Mike AU

Osferth, he tells people he loves them (platonically) by the food he cooks.

Pokémon AU - Danes and Saxons battle via Pokémon

Ragnar Ragnarson, Alone in Ireland, Ragnar hears rumours of a Saxon uprising at Loidis, a slave who killed his master, Earl Ragnar the Fearless.

Ragnar Ragnarson, becoming a big brother to a younger brother.

Ragnar Ragnarson, conversations with Alfred while a hostage.

Ragnar Ragnarson, learning Uhtred is a slave

Ragnar Ragnarson, leaving home in Loidis to go and make his wealth

Ragnar Ragnarson, searching for Uhtred at Alfred’s command

Ragnar Ragnarson, teaching his new brother Uhtred how to use a sword.

Ragnar Ragnarson, watching his father fight in battle.

Ragnar Ragnarson, when his father tells him that the crops will not grow and so they will leave Denmark and go to Northumbria to make their wealth and build a new life

Sihtric, Sihtric has cold hands and he likes to tease his friends by putting them on them with no warning

Sihtric. Sihtrics gets comforted by Uhtred (not pairing). Bonus points for extra Coccham Squad feels.

Steapa, Steapa’s thoughts on Finan.

Thyra, Thyra’s family greets her in Valhalla.

Uhtred, finding his children after he finds out about Gisela's death

Uhtred, growing up in Loidis, remembering Bebbanburg

Uhtred, it's canon that Uhtred talks to his horses. Maybe one day, someone overhears him talking.

Uhtred, putting Bebbanburg to rights again

Uhtred, slowly realising that Gisela has been buried

Uhtred, watching his kids sleep when he gets home from battle

Why Finan is always tugging on armor collars.

Young Ragnar, let the games begin

Young Ragnar: sword play

IMAGINES

Clapa, reader humps Clapa on his lap.

Finan, Reader, Sihtric: Reader finds herself in a poly relationship with Finan and Sihtric

Finan/Reader, Finan comes home to find reader gone. They had gotten into a fight that day before he was to go off to battle with Uhtred. She told him that if he left she wouldn't be there when he got back. Lots of angst with a sad ending. (it was from the last round and I missed the submission :'( sadly. I'd love to try and post it this time)

Finan/Uhtred - To keep Finan and Uhtred quiet the reader halfway undresses while spying on Danes.

Sihtric saves the reader from drowning

Sihtric, the reader dares Sihtric to lick her on the neck.

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therealcalicali · 3 years

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who is Sigtryggr in tlk supposed to be? ivars son? grandson? great grandson? every source i can find says something different

Hey hun.💖

You're absolutely right. According the books, he's Ivar's son, better known as Sigtryggr the One-Eyed (later changed to Sigtryggr of Northumbria).

#asks answered #ask answered #answered asks #answered

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nxtawitch · 4 years

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an important hc I have about Gisela: to keep things grounded, she doesn’t actually see the future. The sticks fall in a pattern, and she uses logic and her own personal biases to glean meaning from them, the same way many of the other seers in the Saxon Stories do.

Gisela got lucky with the prophecy about her children (and one could consider it somewhat self-fulfilling with regards to her sons). This is also why she perceives Alfred as the one going to unite England, despite it very much not being him to do so actually. While the evolution of burhs and resistance against the Danes certainly helped, there’s a reason Guillaume the Bastard is considered the first King of England. Gisela has a bias towards him and his line due to them being personal friends of hers.

With the prophecy of what her kids would do, she is wrong about a major point: Stiorra does not end up being the mother of kings. While Uhtred helps make Sigtryggr king of Northumbria after the decade-long vacuum left by Guthred’s death, Stiorra’s children with him do not become rulers. Stiorra’s daughter perishes from a plague, and I cannot recall if they had any other children. With Stiorra’s passing in War of the Wolf, that directly goes against the “one will break your heart, one will be a great warrior, and one will be the mother of kings” prophecy that Gisela gave Uhtred after their first night together.

Gisela percieves herself as one knowing fate, but she doesn’t fully. She’s merely one who’s had her biases confirmed enough to support the things she says.

#┝ TIGHTENING NOOSE OF FATE ✤ ( headcanon. ) ┤

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aion-rsa · 4 years

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The Last Kingdom Renewed for Season 5

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Warning: contains spoilers for The Last Kingdom season 4

Praise the gods of Asgard! The Last Kingdom has been officially renewed for season five. 10 brand new episodes will be on their way to Netflix, based on the next two books in Bernard Cornwell’s Saxon Stories saga.

As is fitting as most of their lord and master/mortal enemy, Uhtred was the one to announce the good news to the cast. In the video below shared on the official @TheLastKingdom Twitter account, see Alexander Dreymon letting his fellow castmembers know that the series would ride again. Cue much whooping and a song about a party bus.

It’s so good to know we’re good to go. All aboard the party bus! #Season5 #TheLastKingdom pic.twitter.com/OLzOH5Fckx

— The Last Kingdom (@TheLastKingdom) July 7, 2020

Ever the pro, Dreymon was quick to maintain the season four cliffhanger by questioning whether Eliza Butterworth would be joining the rest of the gang on the season five party bus after her character Queen Aelswith was poisoned by the scheming Lord Aethelhelm in the season four finale. Will she survive or will she join her husband by the lord’s side up in paradise?

So far, each season of The Last Kingdom has adapted two of Bernard Cornwell’s Saxon Stories books. Next up are books nine and ten, Warriors of the Storm (published in 2015) and The Flame Bearers (published in 2016).

For the non-spoiler-phobic, here’s an outline of each:

Warriors of the Storm

A fragile peace is about to be broken…

King Alfred’s son Edward and formidable daughter, Æthelflaed, rule Wessex, Mercia and East Anglia. But all around the restless Northmen, eyeing the rich lands and wealthy churches, are mounting raids.

Uhtred of Bebbanburg, the kingdoms’ greatest warrior, controls northern Mercia from the strongly fortified city of Chester. But forces are rising up against him. Northmen allied to the Irish, led by the fierce warrior Ragnall Ivarson, are soon joined by the Northumbrians, and their strength could prove overwhelming. Despite the gathering threat, both Edward and Æthelflaed are reluctant to move out of the safety of their fortifications. But with Uhtred’s own daughter married to Ivarson’s brother, who can be trusted?

In the struggle between family and loyalty, between personal ambition and political commitment, there will be no easy path. But a man with a warrior’s courage may be able to find it. Such a man is Uhtred, and this may be his finest hour.

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Britain is in a state of uneasy peace. Northumbria’s Viking ruler, Sigtryggr, and Mercia’s Saxon Queen Aethelflaed have agreed a truce. And so England’s greatest warrior, Uhtred of Bebbanburg, at last has the chance to take back the home his traitorous uncle stole from him so many years ago – and which his scheming cousin still occupies.

But fate is inexorable and the enemies Uhtred has made and the oaths he has sworn combine to distract him from his dream of recapturing Bebbanburg. New enemies enter into the fight for England’s kingdoms: the redoubtable Constantin of Scotland seizes an opportunity for conquest and leads his armies south. Britain’s precarious peace threatens to turn into a war of annihilation.

But Uhtred is determined that nothing, neither the new enemies nor the old foes who combine against him, will keep him from his birth right. He is the Lord of Bebbanburg, but he will need all the skills he has learned in a lifetime of war to make his dream come true.

There’s no return date set as yet for the new season, and with the global Covid-19 pandemic continuing to disrupt production on most new drama, fans can expect a long wait before this one is filmed and ready to arrive on screens. Even late 2021 would seem a very early estimation, but at least it’s on its way. To Valhalla!

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