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Little Warrior

Pairing: Sigtryggr Ivarsson (The Last Kingdom) x F!Reader Warnings: Canon typical violence and death, kidnapping, slight Stockholm syndrome, attempted sexual assault, sexual tension, coercion, corruption kink, talk of religious beliefs, female masturbation, loss of virginity, smut. Word count: 4.6k

Summary: When Sigtryggr and his men seize Winchester he takes a special interest in one of their captives (I have essentially yeeted Stiorra from the story and adapted the storyline of how her and Sigtryggr become an item to suit my own). Based on this request.

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They come in the night. As Winchester sleeps, the Danes descend upon it.

She is woken by the blood curdling shouts and screams of the townspeople, accompanied by the acrid stench of smoke from nearby burning buildings.

Her heart lurches in her chest, panic causing bile to rise in her throat as she acts purely on instinct, scrambling from her bed and out of the house wearing just her nightdress. The only thought in her mind is that she doesn’t want to die trapped in her home as it’s burned to the ground.

Once she is outside, she watches wide eyed with horror at the destruction around her. Buildings are ablaze, people lay dead and dying upon the ground, the thick coppery scent of blood makes her want to vomit.

It’s only when the coolness of the night air begins to chill her skin that she realises just how perilous her situation is - a thin layer of cotton is all that separates her flesh from the horrors around her. She worries about what these Heathens will do to her if they see her in such a state of undress.

She trembles at the thought, dread gnawing at her insides. It’s too risky to go back inside, her only option is to hide. She takes her chances beneath an overturned farmer’s cart, crawling beneath the gap and cowering, waiting for the chaos around her to die down.

Clutching the cross around her neck, she sends up a silent prayer to God to keep her safe. Her destiny is in his hands now.

The aching in her joints for having been crouched for so long is beginning to become unbearable when the noise eventually quietens. She wonders if the Danes have left, if King Edward will return to rescue Winchester or if they have managed to capture it in his absence. Where are the Wessex guard?

She freezes when she hears the sound of approaching boots upon the ground, her heart hammers wildly against her ribcage when they come to a stop in front of the cart she’s hiding under.

“I can see your feet, Christian”, comes the voice of a man. He speaks softly and quietly, and it sends shivers down her spine.

Too paralyzed by fear to do anything, she remains as she is, her breaths coming quick and shallow, a rapidly dying hope in the back of her mind that he might give up and leave her alone. But there is no such luck.

“You will come out,” he commands, “or I will drag you out, the choice is yours.”

She clamps a hand over her mouth to muffle the frightened whimper that escapes her, attempting to force herself further back against the wooden confines of her misguided hiding place.

A large hand appears beneath the cart, reaching towards her before wrapping itself around her ankle.

She shrieks, thrashing against the hold it has on her as she’s dragged out. She lays wide eyed on the cold earth, her breathing erratic, as she looks with terror upon the Dane that towers above her prone form.

His long brown hair is wild and unkempt, half of it pulled back, and a ragged scar runs the length of the left side of his face. He regards her with mild amusement and she becomes aware again of her state of undress.

The thought that he might rape her sends her senses into overdrive, pure adrenaline driving her decision making. She knows she’s in no position to run, her only other option is to fight him, so as he crouches down towards her, she lunges upwards, slapping and scratching at his face and shoulders.

He is quick to overpower her, pulling her to her feet and twisting her arm behind her back.

“A fearsome little warrior, she is,” he chuckles, keeping her arm taut behind her as he gently urges her forward. 

He guides her towards the front steps of the King’s estate, where several people are kneeling before a group of Danes. As they draw closer she recognises a few of them; King Edward’s sons and a few of the Wessex guard.

She is certain she’ll be killed. The man presses on her shoulder, urging her to kneel beside the other captives. She takes up her position, the stone step is hard against her knees, and she is all too aware that she is the least valuable of everyone gathered there.

“Send them to where they keep their dead King,” the man says, looking at Edward’s children and then nodding towards the chapel.

“We need to send a message to Edward,” a dark haired, heavily pregnant woman says, as two of the Danish men pick up the boys and carry them off. “We must force him to yield Winchester to us.”

It makes her shudder to think that this woman will be a mother, when she is capable of such atrocities. 

“And what do you propose, Brida?” He responds.

Brida regards her with a look that makes her blood run cold. She has never seen anyone look at her as though she is worth less than nothing, her brown eyes are filled with utter contempt. “Send him her head,” she tells him, “it is more shocking to Christians when you are prepared to kill women and children alike.”

She gasps audibly, stricken by terror at the notion that they intend to behead her, until she feels his hand upon her shoulder.

“You will not touch her,” he says cooly, “slaughter the men, but she stays with me.”

“And what will you do with her?” Brida asks, raising an eyebrow.

“That is for me to decide,” he responds dismissively.

He makes a cut throat gesture at the Danes that flank Brida, then nods towards the kneeling guards, before pulling her back to her feet and directing her inside of the King’s estate.

She winces as she hears the sound of blades making thick, wet impact upon flesh, followed by dying screams of agony. Despite her shock and disgust, she cannot help the twinge of relief that lightens the feeling in her chest that that is not what destiny has in store for her, at least not yet.

The room that he brings her to is what she assumes is a study. It is filled with books, maps and writing materials, the space is occupied by a wooden writing desk, a chair and a settee.

As her eyes travel around the room, taking in her surroundings, she’s startled out of her reverie when her gaze settles back upon him. He is standing so close, silently observing her, his expression unreadable.

Once more she is reminded of how little she is wearing, and now that she is alone with him, fear of what he might do to her returns in earnest.

“S-stay back,” she stammers, backing away, eyes scanning the room for something, anything, that she can use as a weapon.

He smirks, unmoving, as he looks her over from head to toe. “Be calm, little warrior. Do you know who I am?”

Her face contorts in confusion. “No…”

He straightens, tilting his head slightly, clasping his arms behind his back. “I am Sigtryggr Ivarsson. I am a Dane. If I wish to hump a woman I do not need to do so by force.”

She softens slightly, fear does not grip her heart quite so icily as before. His name is meaningless to her, but she is relieved that he means her no harm.

Sigtryggr leans in, his breath tickling the shell of her ear. “But make no mistake, little warrior, I will have you, and you will beg me for it.”

She draws back quickly in disgust - not at his words, but at the reaction they elicit from her. The way warmth pools in her lower belly fills her with immense guilt. This man has invaded her home and killed people she knows, people she loves, she should despise him.

Swallowing thickly, unease prickling at her, she elects to change the subject. “What have you come here for?”

“To take what I am owed,” he says simply.

“And what is it you believe you’re owed?”

“Land. Your people drove me from mine,” he explains, anger lacing his tone, “your boy King will give back what he stole, or I shall keep Winchester and send him the heads of his children.”

She inhales shakily, feeling like she wants to cry. “A-and…how do I factor into all of that?”

He softens, shrugging slightly. “You don’t, but I can’t imagine your King will yield quickly, and it is always nice to have company. You are brave, for a Christian.”

“So I am your prisoner?”

“No, little warrior. You are free to leave any time you’d like, and take your chances with Brida.”

The implication is not lost on her. Her freedom is an illusion when the alternative is death. Sigtryggr is her only guarantee for safety.

“Shall we find something else for you to wear?” He asks, raising an eyebrow.

She looks down at the thin material of her shift, seeing how dirty it is from having been crouched beneath the cart, dragged out and then forced to kneel on the steps of the estate. Her cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

“Yes, please,” she whispers.

He nods. “Wait here.”

Sigtryggr leaves her alone in the study, not bothering to lock the door behind him - a sign of his confidence that he knows she won’t try to escape.

He returns a few moments later with a white cotton shift that is similar to the one she is currently wearing, She assumes it belongs to Ælflæd, something he has found within a bedchamber.

“Where is the rest of it?” She asks.

“What do you mean? It’s the same as what you have on, and it’s clean,” he says simply.

“Yes, but this is meant to go under–” she sighs, “nevermind.”

She takes the shift from him and begins to change, noting the way that he turns from her, keeping his eyes fixed on the shelves of books that line the walls of the room. The small mark of respect makes her smile. She had not anticipated such manners from a Heathen.

He pulls a book from the shelf when she is finished, flipping through its pages. “Can you read?”

She nods and he hands the tome to her.

“Read to me.”

“Can you not read?” She asks with a raise of her eyebrow.

“I can,” he says with a smirk, “but where’s the fun in that?”

She sighs, settling into the chair in front of the writing desk, while Sigtryggr sits upon the settee a few feet away, and she reads to him.

Over the next few weeks their days are spent much like this. She reads aloud to him, though none of the books are particularly interesting, mostly religious texts and historical records of Wessex. She’s not convinced that he pays any particular attention to the words, but he seems to enjoy the sound of her voice.

They find a Hnefatafl board and Sigtryggr teaches her how to play. They while away hours strategising ways to remove each other's pieces from the board. He has a sharp mind, is calmer and more analytical than any other Dane she’s ever met. He bests her with his cunning multiple times, until she finally begins to get the hang of it and he begins to lose to her.

“Another game?” She asks. “How many have I won now?”

He shoots her a sideways glance, a faint smile upon his lips. “I am not keeping count.”

She giggles. She is beating him, but he does not seem to mind.

They sleep upon furs and blankets that Sigtryggr has brought down to the study and fashioned into a makeshift bed. Her stomach flutters at laying in such close proximity to him, but true to his word he never touches her. Shame blooms hotly in her chest as each of the days pass and she finds herself yearning for it.

He brings her food, and the hopelessness of the situation looms over her as with every meager meal the bread tastes more stale.

“Read to me, little warrior,” he requests, reclining on the settee, his forearm slung over his forehead.

She grouses, hunger pangs causing her stomach to rumble painfully. “I cannot concentrate,” she whispers.

“What is the matter?” He asks, sitting up to look at her.

“I am hungry. I’m always hungry.”

He nods, stepping towards her and offering her his share of the bread.

She looks from his outstretched hand to his face uncertainly. “What will you eat?”

“I will manage, and you will read to me,” he tells her, as she takes the offering and he settles back down.

She smiles to herself at the gesture, warmth spreading throughout her. So she eats, and she reads to him.

Sigtryggr disappears each day, leaving her alone in the study. She only leaves to bathe and to relieve herself, but she is perfectly happy to stay put and await his return, especially when she is all too aware of the alternative.

Each day when he returns he brings news of the continuing siege. King Edward and the Wessex guard surround the walls of Winchester, but will not attack as his sons are being kept captive in the chapel. They have yet to yield to Sigtryggr’s demands for land.

She fiddles with the cross around her neck, eyeing the Mjölnir that sits around his carefully. “Can there not be a peaceful resolution?”

"It is more difficult to live peacefully with enemies than to fight them,” he tells her.

“But we live peacefully,” she retorts.

“We are not enemies, little warrior.”

The sentiment makes her heart flutter, though there is the lingering question in the back of her mind; what are we?

He leaves her alone again as usual one morning and she busies herself poring over maps to pass the time.

She turns when she hears footsteps, expecting to see Sigtryggr but instead it is a man she does not recognise. He appears Saxon, so she cannot understand why the Danes have allowed him to move around the estate so freely.

The stench of ale upon him as he draws closer is nauseating. His eyes hold malicious intent as he advances towards her, and her blood runs cold at the sight.

She stands, backing away from him. “Whatever you are planning to do, please reconsider,” she pleads, “Sigtryggr will punish you if anything happens to me.”

“I have allied myself with the Danes,” he slurs, “but at what cost? They treat me like a dog, while Sigtryggr coddles you. Tell me, whore, is your cunt really that good? Perhaps I ought to find out for myself.”

She yelps as he lunges for her, grabbing her and pinning her against the desk. Fury flashes through her as she struggles against him, attempting to free herself from his hold.

“Whatever treatment they give you, you have brought upon yourself, traitor,” she spits.

Her head snaps to the side, a sharp sting spreads across her cheek as he strikes her.

She barely has time to adjust her focus before she feels him forcefully being pulled off of her.

“Eardwulf!” Sigtryggr snarls angrily. “Fucking coward!”

His fist makes impact with Eardwulf’s face knocking him to the ground, before he is dragged away.

She curls up on the furs, shaking as tears stream down her cheeks, waiting for her heart rate to calm. What could have happened to her if Sigtryggr had not returned when he did doesn’t bear thinking about.

She is unsure of how much time has passed when he returns.

“Are you alright?”

She turns towards the sound of his voice, gasping when she sees he’s covered in blood. Rushing towards him, she places her hands upon his face. “You are hurt…”

Softly he grasps her wrists, keeping her hands where they are. “This blood is not mine, and Eardwulf will not hurt you ever again.”

Her lips part in shock at the thought that he has killed for her, saved her life twice now. She studies his face, taking in the stormy blue of his eyes, the fullness of his lips.

She allows her gaze to linger there for just a moment too long, embarrassment making her hot, eager to distract herself. She traces a finger over the scar that runs the length of the left side of his face.

“How did this happen?”

“A man tried to take my eye during battle,” he explains softly, “so I took his life.”

“But you were hurt.”

“Injured, yes. Left with a scar, yes. But very much alive.”

“As am I, thanks to you.”

She drops her hands from his face and he steps away from her, pulling off his blood soaked light armour and clothing.

She feels her throat run dry at the sight of his bare torso, all lean, lithe battle hardened muscle, adorned with scars. She longs to trace her fingers over each of them.

Looking away, she feels ashamed for harbouring such thoughts and desperately tries to ignore the throbbing ache in her core.

As night falls and Sigtryggr lays asleep beside her, the feeling that lingers between her legs has yet to subside. It is maddening, robbing her of rest. Every time she closes her eyes the image of him stood bare chested before her enters her mind.

She has never touched herself before, it is impure to do so, yet she needs relief or she is sure she will go mad.

Sparing a glance in the darkness towards Sigtryggr, she makes sure his eyes are closed before reaching a tentative hand between her legs. She lets out a shaky sigh as her fingers make impact against the sensitive flesh.

She is not quite sure what she is supposed to do, but finds that a combination of rubbing the area and bucking softly against her hand feels most pleasurable, so continues to do that, holding her free hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds she makes.

There is a feeling that builds within her, a zenith that she feels she must press towards, so she continues in earnest, until finally she feels something within her release and her entire body shudders, a soft moan stifled against her lips as white hot pleasure rolls through her body.

Laying there afterwards she does her best to calm her breaths, feeling guilty for having done something so depraved.

She is startled by Sigtryggr’s voice beside her. “If only you’d beg, little warrior, I could do that for you.”

Her breath hitches and she quickly turns away from him. Not knowing what to say, she feigns sleep, clutching her cross and praying silently that he’ll forget.

She is grateful when he speaks of it no further, and life goes back to normal, or at least what normal is for them.

That is until a couple of weeks later when Brida storms her way into the study, clearly having grown impatient with the lack of progress being made.

“It has been more than thirty days since we captured Winchester, and your negotiations with the Saxon King are not working, Sigtryggr,” she glowers at him, “the time for talking is over. We are killing more captives.”

She does not miss the way that Brida’s eyes linger upon her as she says this, a shiver of fear causes her skin to break out into gooseflesh.

“I will choose who we execute, not you,” Sigtryggr tells her.

“You cannot protect this Saxon forever,” Brida retorts.

“Oh, but I can,” he says, placing himself protectively between her and Brida. “She is mine, and I will decide what happens to her.”

Brida scoffs, turning and leaving. Sigtryggr follows, leaving her alone to ponder the fact that he has once more saved her life.

When he comes back several hours later, he looks so tired. The expression he wears is one of defeat and she feels her heart ache for him.

“Read to me,” he says softly, sitting heavily upon the settee.

She regards him quietly, she wants to comfort him. She wants to comfort herself. She has grown weary of denying him.

Before she has time to think about what she’s doing, she crosses the room, and places herself upon his lap, her thighs astride his.

“What are you do–”

His words are cut off as she presses her lips to his eagerly, before pulling away. “I’m begging, Sigtryggr, please. I–”

He surges forward, kissing her again, his mouth possessing hers hungrily as he grasps her hips, lifting her as he stands to deposit her onto the makeshift bed upon the floor, his body caging hers in against the furs.

“I knew you’d give in, little warrior,” he whispers against her neck, kissing his way down her throat to her collarbone.

His fingers toy with the hem of the shift she wears, a silent plea for consent in his eyes as he looks at.

She swallows thickly and nods, nervousness and excitement fluttering ceaselessly in her stomach.

He pulls the garment over her head, throwing it to the side before sitting back on his haunches to admire her.

“Gods…you were worth the wait. So beautiful,” he whispers reverently.

She squirms beneath his gaze, turning her head away at the intimacy of the gesture, feeling shy and uncomfortable.

“Look at me,” he tells her softly. His fingers grasp her jaw, turning her face back to him.

Slowly he undresses, until he is as naked as she is. She feels the familiar ache between her thighs as she drinks in the sight of him, chiseled and battle hardened.

“Now we are equal,” he reassures her.

He reaches for the cross around her neck, toying with it between his fingers, before giving a quick, hard tug, causing the cord to give way. “What we are about to do is no business of your nailed god,” he tells her, tossing it to one side.

He kisses her once more, slower this time, their mouths saving the feel of the other’s against it. Trailing featherlight kisses down her body until he reaches her breasts, he wraps his lips around one of their hardened peaks, sucking gently.

The sensation causes her to moan, a pleasurable sensation shooting through her body, pooling into wet warmth between her legs as she arches against him. 

Sigtryggr repeats the motion on the opposite breast, before descending further down, leaving wet kisses in his wake.

She freezes up when he grips her thighs, placing them over his shoulders so that his face is level with her most intimate of parts.

“What…what are you doing?” She asks anxiously.

“I’m going to taste you,” he says matter of factly, making pointed eye contact.

“You cannot do that,” she protests weakly, “it is an unclean thing to do.”

He grins at her, shaking his head slightly. “Christian,” the word leaves his mouth as a half hearted insult, before he presses forward.

The first swipe of his tongue against her folds causes her to gasp, her hands burying themselves in his hair as he uses his grip on her thighs to pull her closer, his tongue moving against her firmer, deeper, faster.

A groan of satisfaction rumbles in his throat, the vibrations causing her insides to clench as she bucks against his face, chasing the edge of oblivion that his tongue is pressing her towards.

He sucks at her pearl, before laving his tongue over it and she cries out as she spasms against his mouth, ecstasy numbing all of her senses as he continues to lap at her.

Once she relaxes, he pulls away, sitting back between her legs, his chin slick with her juices. His fist runs over the length of his cock as he takes in her blissful state and her eyes widen as she sees the size of him.

He is thick, long and slightly curved. She has never looked upon anyone’s manhood before and she trembles as she wonders how it will possibly fit inside of her.

Sensing her trepidation, Sigtryggr caresses her cheek with his palm. “Relax, little warrior, I have prepared you well.”

He presses the head of himself against her entrance and she braces herself, but then he stops. Her eyes flit to his questioningly.

“Beg for it,” he whispers.

She whines, wanting to hide her face in furs that they lay upon.

“Beg,” he says again, more insistently.

“Please,” he pushes forward, aided by her arousal and release, “please,” he pushes forward again, more of her swallowing him up, accompanied by the sensation of stretching and the slightest of stings, “please,” he pushes forward once more, finally sheathed fully inside of her.

She realises as he settles on top of her, giving her a moment to get used to the feeling of him, that this was merely a means to distract her so that she wouldn’t focus on the possibility of it hurting and grow tense. She smiles, stroking the wild tresses of his dark hair. Always so cunning.

He withdraws his hips slowly, before carefully pushing forward again. He repeats the motion several times, watching her face carefully.

As her breathing quickens, her brow relaxing as her jaw begins to slacken, he increases his pace, hips snapping against hers faster and faster, their kisses frenzied as they pant into each other’s mouths.

She feels him throb inside of her, the sensation pushes her back towards the precipice she’d fallen over earlier, but before she reaches it he is pulling out, spilling pearlescent ropes of spend across her belly.

He wipes her clean with a blanket, discarding it before laying down beside her and pulling her into his arms. A satisfied ache settles within her, she feels she could fall asleep like this, but his voice lulls her back to full consciousness.

“I have released the King’s sons back to him,” he tells her quietly.

“What will happen now?”

“He is sending a warrior named Uhtred into Winchester to negotiate terms, if I accept those terms then my men and I will move on.”

Her heart sinks. She cannot bear the thought of him leaving, not now she knows what it’s like to be in his arms. “Oh,” is all she is able to muster, pressing tighter to him.

They fall into a quiet doze, until he gently squeezes her shoulder. “I must go and speak with Uhtred.”

She watches sadly, quietly, as he dresses. He leans down to kiss her before he leaves and she pushes her lips eagerly to his. If he is to abandon her then she will cling to every last moment until he does.

When Sigtryggr returns later, she is dressed in her shift again, though her cross remains discarded. She is seated by the window, staring listlessly out of it.

He carries a bundle of clothing in his arms and she looks at him curiously.

“To keep you warm,” he explains, deepening her confusion.

“What do you mean?”

“I have discussed terms with Uhtred and we have reached an agreement. I will leave Winchester, on the condition that you accompany me…not as my prisoner, but as my woman.”

She grins, running into his arms and wrapping her arms around his neck.

As they ride away from Winchester, side by side on horseback, she does not feel as though she is leaving her life behind. On the contrary, it has just begun.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: request by @willowbrookesblog after reading my NSFW alphabet :')

Warnings: 18+!!! SMUT. pwp really. threesome, some spanking, choking, DVP - do I need to go on?

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f) x Modern!Sigtryggr

summary: You and Sihtric wanted a threesome with Sigtryggr, and Finan's party happened to be just the right time and the right place.

wordcount: 4,1k

Masterlist

'You're pretty damn hot, pretty boy.'

'Did you see him?' Sihtric grinned at you as you downed another shot, his arms circled around your waist, pressing your body firmly against his.

'I have,' you said with a cheeky smile, 'you up for it?'

'If it please you, my love,' Sihtric smiled, 'you know I'll do anything to drive you wild,' he chuckled in your ear and tugged your earlobe gently with his teeth.

'Hm' you hummed and bit down on your lip, 'we should make our move now then,' you said and took Sihtric's hand, 'he went upstairs on his own. If we block his way…'

'Then he'll walk in on us,' Sihtric laughed and shook his head lightly, 'you really planned this, didn't you?'

'Well, I didn't plan it,' you snorted, 'but I fantasised, yes,' you admitted.

'You better not fantasise too much, lady,' Sihtric grabbed your chin, playfully but firmly, 'I'm still your only man, yeah?'

'You are, my love,' you giggled and pecked his smirking lips, 'you know you are the only one for me, Sihtric. But the idea of having Sigtryggr with us, just once,' you exhaled sharply, 'it makes me so wet.'

'I know,' Sihtric licked his lips, 'I can't deny he's good looking. And if this gets you going, I'm all game.'

'And that is why you're the only one for me,' you smiled and kissed his lips again.

'Anything for you, my love,' Sihtric smiled.

He quickly drank two more shots before you pulled him with you, up the stairs, leaving Finan's loud party downstairs behind you. Apparently Sigtryggr had gone upstairs because someone called him, and you both heard him speak in one of the bedrooms, his calm voice muffled by a closed door. You pulled Sihtric closer, and he pinned your hands up against the wall as he made out with you, across from the room Sigtryggr was in. 

And you didn't need much to get aroused as your own boyfriend, Sihtric, was already enough to make you a horny mess almost every day. He was more than enough to please you. But once, during a boring night, you had both confessed a threesome with Sigtryggr was an interesting thought. And when you heard he was single again since the last time you had seen him, you and Sihtric would try your luck tonight.

Sihtric had easy access, as your skirt was short and your panties easy to pull to the side.

'You're already so fucking wet,' Sihtric breathed in your ear as his fingers played with your wet folds, slowly sliding two digits in and out of you.

'Fuck,' you sighed, letting your head rest upon his shoulder as he kept your arms pinned above you with his other hand, 'I need your cock in me, so badly, please,' you begged.

'Patience, my love,' he whispered, a tone of amusement lingered, 'you'll have me, no matter what, don't worry.' 

'Sihtric, please-' you begged, bucking your hips against his.

Then the bedroom door suddenly opened.

'Oh, shit,' Sigtryggr said with a light chuckle, 'sorry, didn't mean to interrupt...' 

He stared at the two of you as you both stared at him. Sigtryggr was handsome, incredibly good looking to be honest since he changed his appearance. His hair was recently cut short and braided, with the sides shaved. And his bright smile with those piercing blue eyes, which popped with that hint of eyeliner; he simply aroused you. Almost the same way as Sihtric aroused you, whose eyeliner was on point tonight as well, as was his half shaved haircut. But Sihtric was your man, and no one could ever take his place in your life, not even a guy like Sigtryggr. And Sihtric was well aware of your undying loyalty.

'Care to join?' you breathed after a short moment, and gave the somewhat shocked man a wink.

Sigtryggr opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Sihtric pulled his hand away from you, and brought his wet fingers up to his lips.

'I promise she tastes delicious,' Sihtric said and licked his fingers, 'this is your only chance, you'll regret it if you won't take it,' he said with a cocky look on his face, keeping you close.

'Fuck,' Sigtryggr scoffed lightly and he laughed, rubbing his hand over his slightly flushed cheek as he shoved his phone in his backpocket. 'You guys serious?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric chuckled and looked back at you, 'my girl needs to be taken care of.'

'Babe,' you moaned, finally shoving your hands under Sihtric's shirt as you looked at his scarred cheek, 'I need you to fuck me, please.'

'Damn,' Sigtryggr bit down on his lip, looking back and forth between you and Sihtric, 'can't handle her on your own?' he asked the love of your life, teasingly.

'I can handle her just fine,' Sihtric's eyes darkened as he suddenly felt threatened, for no real reason, and he pulled you hard against his chest, 'you can join, but you better remember she's mine only,' he hissed.

'Hey, man. I have no intention of stealing your lady,' Sigtryggr said earnestly, 'but I'm all down for a good time.'

'You think you can handle us both, my love?' Sihtric purred in your ear as he pushed you towards the bedroom.

'I want you to fuck me both,' you mewled as Sihtric shoved you past Sigtryggr, 'just once I want to feel two cocks inside of me, please,' you begged.

'We'll fill you up,' Sihtric grinned, then looked back at Sigtryggr, who was still standing outside the door, trying to grasp the situation, 'won't we?' Sihtric asked him.

Sigtryggr smirked and stepped back into the bedroom, locking the door behind him.

Sihtric took off your top, leaving you dressed in only your short skirt and a risky, lace bra. You felt his hands all over you as he kissed you from head to toe and back, letting Sigtryggr watch as Sihtric knew how to treat you well. Sigtryggr clearly enjoyed the sight, leaning back against the wall, and Sihtric was quick to kiss your lips and shove you towards the other man. Sihtric pushed your back up against Sigtryggr's chest, who chuckled lightly and settled his hands on your waist, while Sihtric kissed you eagerly. You moaned against your boyfriend's lips as he pressed his hips against yours, allowing you to feel how hard he was. His cock desperate to be freed from his clothes. And with that same move, he pushed your buttocks against Sigtryggr's crotch, who felt equally as hard as Sihtric, and you squirmed between their strong bodies as you felt their hands and heavy breaths on your skin.

Sihtric moved his hand up into your hair, grabbing a fistful to give you a firm tug, tilting your head slightly up and to the side, allowing Sigtryggr to kiss your exposed neck. You moaned softly at the feeling, but Sihtric was quick to silence you with a kiss, sliding his tongue in your mouth with ease. While Sihtric's hands trailed down your body, Sigtryggr took over the grip onto your hair and gave you another firm tug, causing you to gasp and break the kiss with Sihtric.

'You guys are freaky, huh?' Sigtryggr laughed when Sihtric pulled you towards the bed.

'We're just getting started,' you purred after Sihtric threw you on the bed, who chuckled, satisfied at the sight of you.

Your hair was already a mess, your lipstick was smudged and you looked like the perfect toy with that short skirt and knee high socks. And Sihtric was a hot mess all the same. Already running out of breath, his lips, cheeks and neck stained with your red lipstick, claiming him and only him with the print of your lips on his skin, as Sigtryggr was free of any red smudges.

'You're so pretty, baby,' Sihtric whispered, stealing another light stained kiss from your lips before he stepped back and took off his shirt.

He threw his shirt on the floor as Sigtryggr walked over, who was eyeing your boyfriend up and down, licking his lips at the sight of your man's toned body.

'Damn,' Sigtryggr smirked, pulling Sihtric towards him by his belt loops, checking him out again as he did, 'you're pretty damn hot, pretty boy,' he husked and bit down on his lip.

'Yeah?' Sihtric scoffed with a cocky look as he pulled Sigtryggr's shirt, 'show me what you got then.'

Sigtryggr hummed and took off his own shirt, throwing it onto the floor as well, and he pulled Sihtric closer again. Sihtric moved his hands up over Sigtryggr's equally toned chest, to his neck, and he took his face with his tattooed fingers.

'You're pretty fucking hot yourself,' Sihtric rasped, earning another soft hum from Sigtryggr.

Your mouth fell open, your head was spinning and you felt your pulse inside your wet slit as you watched how both men trailed their big, rough hands over each other's arms and torsos, before they crashed into the hottest, sloppiest kiss possible. Sihtric brought his hands up to Sigtryggr's neck, deepening the kiss while Sigtryggr grabbed onto your Dane's dark curls, moaning into each other's mouths as the kiss got more and more heated and sloppy.

'And a good kisser too,' Sihtric smirked after he broke the kiss, and licked his lips as he looked at Sigtryggr.

Both men smiled at each other with heavy-lidded eyes, while they hummed softly upon each other's touch.

'You're a good kisser yourself too,' Sigtryggr murmured, smiling.

You looked at both men as they leaned in for another kiss, and you quickly cleared your throat.

'Guys,' you scoffed, 'really?' you threw your hands up, frustrated that both men seemed to have forgotten that you were the one who begged for them. And now they were all over each other while you sat there on the bed, almost naked, soaking wet and completely ignored.

'Oh, fuck, baby,' Sihtric spoke softly with his low voice and chuckled, 'sorry, kitten,' he hummed as he climbed in bed with you, cupping your cheeks to kiss you just as deeply and sloppy as he had kissed Sigtryggr just yet. And he made you forget your complaints as you moaned against his lips.

'You're sexy too, my love,' Sihtric smiled sweetly. He leaned in closer, then whispered softly, only for you to hear, 'I love you, lady. You're my number one, don't forget that, baby girl,' he gave you another sweet smile and pecked your lips as Sigtryggr joined you on the bed.

'I'm not out to steal your man either,' Sigtryggr smiled at you, and he pulled you in for a hot kiss.

Sihtric took your hands and guided them to unbutton his skinny jeans, while he unbuttoned Sigtryggr's jeans and watched how you two kissed each other, and it made him even more aroused.

'Fuck,' Sihtric sighed, and he leaned in, joining the kiss.

Both men got a hold of your chin, constantly pulling your lips towards their own as they tried to kiss you at the same time. You all felt and tasted each other's tongues in the sloppy, desperate threeway kiss. And the air grew thick with moans, sighs and grunts as you all stripped each other fully of the remaining clothes, while desperately fighting over each other's lips and tongues.

Sihtric threw your legs over his shoulders and held your hips firmly in place, pressing soft, wet kisses to your core before he licked, kissed, sucked and pleased you with his mouth and tongue. Sigtryggr's hands trailed all over your body, and soon your heavy breathing turned into heavy moans.

'Oh, fuck, Sihtric,' you moaned, 'baby, please, yes, right there, fuck!' you pulled his hair, earning a hard, heavy moan from your lover as you arched your back.

Meanwhile Sigtryggr kissed your neck, your shoulder and then brought his lips to your breast, teasing your nipple with his tongue, and you moaned hard at the feeling of both men enjoying you while you enjoyed them.

'Oh my fucking god,' you cried out, one hand pulling Sihtric's hair as your other hand grabbed onto Sigtryggr's bicep. 

'Fuck, I'm gonna cum!' you screamed, and right after the words spilled from your lips, you came on Sihtric's tongue, who drank you in with a satisfied moan as if you were his source of life, and he had been dying for you.

You heard both men chuckle at your dishevelled state, and after they gave you a short moment to catch your breath, they each took one hand and pulled you up to sit on the bed as they towered over you, standing next to the bed. And without a single word, you took Sihtric's hard length in your mouth, sucking him slowly yet eager. Just the way you knew he loved it, driving him crazy with your swollen-kissed lips around his cock. At the same time, you worked Sigtryggr with your hand, making both men a heavy, moaning and cursing mess.

'Fuck,' Sihtric sighed, one hand in your hair as his other hand grabbed Sigtrygrr's chin, pulling him in for another sloppy kiss, granting you with the insanely hot view as you sucked Sihtric off.

Both men sucked and bit each other's lips as they kissed, and it didn't take long before you swallowed Sihtric's warm cum down your throat, and you wiped your mouth with a grin before he kissed you eagerly.

'I love you,' Sihtric rasped, 'I fucking love you, kitten,' he smiled and brushed his fingertips over your flushed cheeks.

And just as Sigtryggr wanted to take Sihtric's place, using your mouth for his pleasure, your handsome, sweaty Dane stopped him by placing a hand on his chest.

'Woah there, handsome,' Sihtric said with darkened eyes as he got up in Sigtryggr's face, 'you're not getting any closer to my girl unless you wear a condom, you got that?'

You giggled at your protective boyfriend, the alpha-male in the room, and pulled him down on the bed with you, making out with him as he recovered, while Sigtryggr searched the bedroom. And he was in luck, as he found a whole pack of condoms in a drawer.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed as he pulled you on top of him, 'I love you, baby,' he nuzzled your nose softly and pecked your lips, cheek and the tip of your nose, making you giggle again.

'I love you too, Sihtric,' you smiled, brushing your lips lightly over his, 'I want you inside me, pretty boy,' you sighed when you felt he was ready for you again.

'Yeah?' Sihtric smiled, holding your face in his hands, kissing your lips occasionally, 'you want both of us inside your tight pussy?' 

'Mhm,' you hummed, desperately, while taking in Sihtric's familiar length, and he groaned lightly at the feeling, smiling at you with his lips parted as he held your hips.

'This position?' Sigtryggr asked as he joined you both on the bed again, after he overheard your conversation.

'Yes. She will only face me when we fuck her,' Sihtric said sternly, 'and you will not say her name, or anything along those lines. And no anal! She doesn't like that,' Sihtric stressed, 'I swear I will cut your-' 

'Sihtric,' you chuckled softly, hushing him with a kiss, 'I think you made your point, babe.'

'All fine by me,' Sigtryggr smiled, and you gasped when you felt his hands on your waist, grabbing you firmly as he positioned himself behind you.

'You used lube?' you quickly asked, looking back over your shoulder.

'Found that too and used it,' Sigtryggr reassured you, 'ready?'

'Yeah,' you smiled.

Sihtric was quick to take your chin, redirecting your eyes back to his.

'Hey,' Sihtric said softly but seriously, 'eyes on me, baby girl. I'm your man, yeah?'

'Yeah,' you sighed and quickly nodded, your hands moving up to his broad shoulders.

'Say it, baby,' he demanded.

'You're my man,' you smiled, sweetly and in love as you looked down into his mismatched eyes, 'I love you, and only you - oh, fuck!' you suddenly exclaimed as Sigtryggr gently pushed his cock inside you, stretching you up further as Sihtric was already inside you.

'Relax, my love,' Sihtric cooed as both men felt your walls tighten around them, 'be a good girl for me, and relax,' he said and kissed your lips softly, 'are you my good girl?'

'Y-yeah,' you inhaled sharply as both men filled your pussy up completely.

'That's it,' Sihtric smiled, keeping his eyes locked with yours, 'such a good girl.'

Sihtric alone already made your knees weak, hearing the man behind you groan with pleasure made your head spin, and you felt lightheaded when both men started thrusting into you, gently easing you into the feeling. And you quickly became eager and impatient, as the sound of their heavy breathing and soft moans aroused you intensely. The pain soon became pleasant as you became more wet with each grunt you heard.

'Fuck,' you moaned, 'you boys like that?' you chuckled.

'Yeah,' Sigtryggr moaned in your ear as Sihtric hummed with a smile underneath you.

'Is it good for you, kitten?' Sihtric husked.

'Yeah,' you sighed, 'so fucking good, oh, fuck.'

You surrendered completely to them, feeling their warm hands grabbing your hips as they fucked you gently, gradually speeding up their pace. Your body trembled at the intense pleasure you felt, and as Sigtryggr moved one hand up into your hair, giving you a tug to which you moaned, Sihtric took Sigtryggr's other hand, and you watched how your lover slowly sucked the other man's fingers, to which you all groaned.

'You like it, baby?' you asked Sihtric, who lightly wrapped his hand around your throat as he watched you on top of him.

'Yeah,' he breathed, 'you take us so well,' he hummed.

You laughed and rocked your hips against both men, earning a few hard, heavy moans from them, until Sihtric suddenly pushed Sigtryggr away from you. And before you could react, Sihtric flipped you over and picked you up effortlessly. You wrapped your legs around his waist as your arms were around his neck, and you kissed his lips, swallowing his moan when he pushed his cock back inside you again as he leaned back against a wall. You threw your head back, being fucked good, and you felt Sigtryggr's hands on you again as he breathed down your neck.

'Fuck me,' you breathed, 'I want you both to fucking use me.'

'You heard her,' Sihtric grunted as he looked at Sigtryggr behind you.

A strangled moan left your mouth when you felt both men inside you again. And their pace became relentless, your body held in place as you were pressed between theirs. Your head resting back onto Sigtryggr's shoulder as your hands held onto Sihtric's shoulders, allowing them to ravage you completely.

'Fuck, you feel good, doll,' Sigtryggr moaned after a short while, and Sihtric suddenly slapped the man's face, hard.

'Don't speak to my girl,' he said with ragged breath, staring Sigtryggr dead in the eyes.

'Slap me again, pretty boy,' Sigtryggr husked, 'and I'll take it out on your girl.'

'Guys, please,' you moaned, their useless rivalry arousing you insanely.

Sihtric breathed hard and slapped him again, to which Sigtryggr was quick to push deep inside you, hard, making you scream and laugh as your nails dug into Sihtric's shoulders.

'Oh, fuck!' you gasped, 'm- more!'

Both men smirked at each other, and you enjoyed the sight of Sigtryggr's hand around Sihtric's throat. And your man became a weak, moaning mess when you pulled his hair as Sigtryggr squeezed his throat, until Sihtric suddenly lost his grip on you with a short, sharp, raspy inhale.

'Back off!' you immediately ordered Sigtryggr, who listened and moaned as he pulled out of you.

Your feet found the floor, your shaky legs barely holding you up, and you checked on Sihtric, who had brought himself down to his knees as he tried to catch his breath.

'You good, babe?' you breathed as hard as him while you cupped his cheeks.

'Y-yeah,' Sihtric smiled at you, 'was just a little intense, love. All good. You, baby?'

'I'm good,' you sighed, and you both chuckled before you kissed softly, 'I love you.'

'And I love you,' he whispered and left wet kisses on your neck and shoulders, 'tell me what you want.'

'On the bed,' you said, and you took his hand.

You beckoned Sigtryggr over as you sat up on your knees, with Sihtric in front of you, up on his knees as well. Sigtryggr moved behind you, his back against the bed's headboard as he awaited your next words.

'Again, like we just did,' you said, out of breath, 'but no more choking!' you gave Sigtryggr a threatening look over your shoulder, 'at least, not that hard,' you giggled.

You gasped, smiling, when both men entered you again, slowly, before picking up their previously ravaging pace. Sigtryggr's hands held your hips firmly as Sihtric held your waist with his loving grip, and you took his chin as your other hand held onto his dark, messy, sweaty hair.

'Fuck me, baby,' you smiled against Sihtric's lips, who moaned desperately at your words, not being able to speak.

'Kiss each other for me?' you asked him sweetly in between heavy breaths.

Sihtric moved his hand up Sigtrygrr's neck as he kept his grip on your waist, and he pulled the man closer, both pressing their bodies against yours as they kissed, hot and heavy, their pace soon becoming as sloppy as their kiss. You felt Sihtric's hand slide down your waist to your clit, stimulating you in the right way as both men felt their climax approach deep inside your warm, wet, tightness. Your body trembled again as you tensed up, clenching your walls around both men, who moaned hard into each other's mouths, resting their foreheads against each other as they both kept one hand on the back of each other's head, staying close.

'Oh fuck,' you moaned as you felt the pressure build up in your core, 'please, don't stop.'

Sigtryggr pulled you in, leaning the side of their faces against yours, both men breathing heavily into your ear as you felt their hot breath on your neck. You wrapped one arm around Sihtric's neck, keeping him close, and you took his chin, guiding his gaze slightly down to meet your eyes while Sigtryggr kept his grip on your man.

'Look at me,' you whispered, desperately, 'look at me when you cum inside me.'

Sihtric smiled, out of breath, looking down at you with half open eyes as he continued to stimulate you as he fucked you. His lips were slightly parted, his eyeliner smudged down to his rosy cheeks, making him look even sexier and more irresistible than ever before.

'Finish with me, baby girl,' he rasped, 'come on, I know you're close.'

Sihtric words, the satisfied smile on his tired, flushed face and a sudden spank on your ass from Sigtryggr was all it took for you to come, hard, with a trembling body and a loud moan as you yelled out Sihtric's name while he spilled inside you with a deep growl. And so did Sigtryggr, who was quick to pull out immediately after, figuring Sihtric would otherwise punch him between the eyes if he didn't allow you two to have your moment. 

You moaned at the sudden loss of Sigtryggr, who already made his way to the ensuite bathroom, but you forgot it as quickly as he had pulled out when you felt Sihtric's cum drip down your thighs, just before he pulled you in to lay down with him on the bed.

'Gods,' Sihtric sighed, smiling as he cuddled up with you, 'was that good for you, love?'

'Yeah,' you giggled tiredly, burying your face in his neck as he wrapped his arms around you, 'did you like it?'

'I did,' he hummed softly, 'but I won't share you again anymore, lady. This was it.'

'I know,' you pecked his skin gently, 'we experienced it now, and it was fun,' you whispered and looked up at him, 'but you're still the only man I want, Sihtric. No one compares to you.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled and kissed your lips.

You heard the bathroom door close and Sigtryggr cleared his throat as he got dressed.

'So, eh… thanks,' he chuckled, 'I best get going. See you two around, I guess.'

You both laughed and thanked him too, reminding him this was a one time thing only, to which he agreed with a smile.

'Oh, and,' Sigtryggr said before he closed the bedroom door behind him, 'you two are a hot couple, really, you guys better get married soon,' he winked.

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Sigtryggr Masterlist

Series

Under construction...

Oneshots

Hostage Situation - (Sigtryggr x reader - coming soon)

During the siege of Winchester, you, palace maid, are called to speak to Sigtryggr. He sees your intelligence, knows you would have been quiet but would know lots of information about Edward and the royals. He doesn't expect you to be beautiful and so easy to fall in love with as well...

The Forgotten Princess - (Sigtryggr x Princess!reader - coming soon)

As negotiations begin for Winchester, you find that Edward would rather burn down the city than retreat for your life. Still, Sigtryggr won't let anything happen to you. You are his favourite captive after all.

AUs

Coming soon...

[garunsdottir]

— I'm sorry. I'm sorry. — Do not be. — I have failed. I let them take everything. — You have not failed.

[sigmartell]

sigtryggr & stiorra in 4.10

[paula-in-dreamland]

“But Daddy, I Love Him” is giving me hardcore Stiorra and Sigtryggr feels, fuck.

[aelswiths]

Clementine Von Radics, In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive

Inspired by this post.

Dedicated to @saint-helga

For @tlkafterparty , prompts: romantic relationships + inspired by poetry + angst + inspired by colors

[timetravelingpenguin1066]

Rognvaldr The Last Kingdom: Season 5, Episode 1

[0writerchick0]

Been trying to send this message for days but tumblr wasn't letting me... THANK YOU for a surprise wedding!! I knew Stiorra was wild but springing a wedding on a guy is next level! Loved that he was all in though. And so glad you made Hella and Wolland such a big part of this series too. They both seemed like such an important part of that story in the series but never really got their due. Hopefully we'll be getting the S/S wedding night as well...???

Thank you, I felt like a surprise wedding was the only way it could go really. Our girl is all heart, and when she finally makes up her mind, she's all in. Her father there being like "you should do a grand gesture...just saying'" only spurred her on further lol.

I did feel that Hella and Wolland were fixtures in SxS's daily lives, and played an important part in Jorvik overall, but because they were only introduced in 1 season and it was the final season, we as the viewer didn't get to see much of them. Which allowed me to boost them up in this particular work.

There will of course be a wedding night. Though I must admit the anxiety in writing it is there lol. Firstly, I haven't written smut in a long time. Secondly, every kink is different and different for each ship. So I have to try to get out of my usually smut writing mode and think what's right for SxS canon... and Finally, slow burns are amazing imo, because they really make you appreciate the little things like flirting, like simple touches that feel much more intimate because what's behind them. When it's time to peel back the curtain after waiting so long, you are describing something that everyone has envisioned differently and you're hoping that it still feels right for everyone.

Ok, enough griping, back to the writing lol.

[mommytauriel]

+ · 。~ favorite physical touch

pairing.uhtred, finan, sihtric, osferth & sigtrygger x female reader |genre. fluff, reactions? Idk what to call this | warnings. Touching and some kissing | wc. 692 |

synopsis. some sexy tlk men’s favorite physical touch with there girl

request. no

note. I got this cute idea when I was watching kitchen nightmares, weird right? i really want to write more for other characters, just need some suggestions 👩🏻‍💻 this is kinda short, but it’s sweet. Maybe I’ll make a part 2 in the future!

☆ UHTRED

laying his head on your chest

Uhtred loves laying his head on your chest, for multiple reasons. One, because it's very comfortable, being able to lay down and just close his eyes, feeling your warmth. The second reason is because he loves being able to hear the soothing beat of your heartbeat. He has lost so many people that he's loved in his life, so being able to have you close to him and knowing that you're there, that you're safe…that you're alive. It's very special to him. The two of you don't even have to talk, just lay in silence; in bliss in the bed, you two shares. It's very intimate. 

☆ FINAN

cuddling

Finan absolutely loves cuddling with you, he loves how close it makes the two of you become. It doesn't matter what position, as long as the two of you are as close as you can be, he's fine with it. Finan doesn't mind showing some public affection but the two of you mostly cuddle at home, in bed or his favorite place, the soft fur rug in front of the fireplace. Finan’s favorite part of his day is when the two of you wind down, and cuddle on the rug in front of the fire, drinking some ale and talking about your days. Sometimes he would even interrupt you to place a few kisses on your skin that was illuminated by the fire. It was peaceful, it was warm. 

☆ SIHTRIC

hugging you close

It was hard for sihtric to really find his favorite physical touch, there all his favorites. But the more he thought about it, he realized that hugging you was his favorite. He hugged you when he was sad, when he was upset, when he was happy. He loved hugging you; he loved being able to pull you close and wrap his arms around you. He loved the smile that would spread across your lips when he pulled you close to him, or how flustered and shy you would get when he would lean to whisper flirty comments in your ear. Either it was hugging you from behind or the front, he loved it. He also hugged you and left a kiss on your forehead before he would have to leave (and ofc a breathtaking kiss). There was just something about hugging you that gets him going. 

☆ OSFERTH

resting his head on you

Osferth is a shy boy, at first that is. He was too shy to show public affection towards you around others, so he left all that for when the two of you were alone. But he started noticing something that he did in public and private without realizing, and that had quickly become his favorite thing to do. And that was resting his head on you. When the two of you sat next to each other, he would rest his head on your shoulder and watch your side profile, taking in every detail about you that he could. He also liked resting his head in your lap, looking up at you or the sky, listening to you talk or just quietly relaxing to the feeling of you playing with his hair. He loved it so much; it was just so comforting to be like this with you. 

☆ SIGTRYGGR

kissing you

Okay, Sigtryggr is a very touchy lover, so it's hard to pick just one. But thinking about it more, he realizes that kissing you is his favorite physical touch. He does it quite a lot, like a lot. In the mornings he wakes you up by placing soft kisses all over your face and neck, he loves the way your nose scrunches in confusion and your eyes flutter open, only too sleepily smile when you realize what's happening. You would lose count with how many times he would kiss you through the day, on the lips, on the cheek and even on your hand. He likes to surprise you and kiss you on the cheek, alerting you of his presence. He likes grabbing your hand in his and kissing it gently as he keeps his eyes on you, he likes kissing your shoulder and neck from behind. And let's not forget the breathtaking kisses the two of you share. 

note: this was fun to write omg! This was my first time writing something for osferth, uhtred and sigtrygger. I want to write more for them, I have some ideas 👩🏻‍🍳

I’m honestly just re-falling in love with sigtrygger like omg 😩🤭

I know I haven’t gotten a full fic out in a whileee, but I just have been having trouble really focusing on a fic. But don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll get my grove back!

Like I said at the first note, this is pretty short but maybe I’ll make a part 2 in the future.

I hope you guys enjoyed this!

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

Likes comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!!

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Doctor's Assistant chapter 1

Note: inspired by a request from @sigtryggrswifey.

Warnings: none (yet).

pairing: Doctor!Sihtric x Assistant!Reader/You (f) (x Doctor!Sigtryggr).

summary: Two doctors opened a new practice, and you are their assistant.

wordcount: 3,3k

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The new practice.

You had been a doctor's assistant at the same practice for many years when you got the news that you were to be transferred to a new practice at the other side of town. Somewhat reluctantly you had agreed to the transfer, not really wanting to give up the practice you had grown fond of and familiar with all the doctors and their patients, but you also knew it was time for a change too. You were told the two doctors at the new practice were young and eager, unlike the old and somewhat grumpy doctors you had worked many years for. So you looked forward to your new workplace after a bittersweet goodbye at your old place.

After a well deserved break of two weeks, you found yourself staring up at the new building where you would spend most of your week from today forward. You felt nervous and excited. You wondered what kind of patients you would get to meet here and how busy it would be, since it was a new practice. But you mainly wondered what the two doctors would be like, since you knew nothing about them and had no idea what they even looked like or what their names were. You also worried if you would fit in, as some doctors look down on their assistants and treat them like garbage.

The things you did know was that the three of you were all new at this practice, but you all had years of work experience already. And with that knowledge you walked up the narrow stairs to the second floor, where the first thing you saw was your new workspace: the front desk. The entire place was so new that it was squeaky clean, and you wondered if the painfully bright white paint had fully dried, as you could still smell it. You walked up to the front desk when you suddenly heard loud laughter emerge from a room on the right side, down a narrow hallway. You carefully walked over to where the two male voices continued to sound. Your heels clicked lightly on the wooden floor, and the voices suddenly stopped as you closed in on them. Then, before you could even knock on the door, you were startled as the door flung open and a tall man with bright blue eyes stared down at you. His hair was braided and the sides were shaved. He was wearing a black knitted sweater with black jeans and black boots underneath. He had a large scar on his face as well as a well kept goatee and moustache, and around his neck he wore a silver hammer pendant.

'Hi!' the impressive man said with a beaming smile, 'you must be our assistant.'

'I am,' you confirmed and shook hands with the tall, handsome man.

'My name is Doctor Ivarsson, but you can call me Sigtryggr,' he said, 'or Sig, since that's easier to pronounce.'

'O-okay,' you chuckled and introduced yourself while the doctor still held your hand in a firm handshake.

'Nice to meet you,' Sigtryggr smiled at you.

'Nice to meet you too,' you said and felt yourself suddenly become a little shy under his gaze.

'Okay, okay. Hurry up, prince charming,' the second voice you heard before sounded mockingly from inside the room, 'let her in, I want to see who we're dealing with too.'

Sigtryggr finally let go of your hand and beckoned you in the office as he held the door open for you. You stepped inside the room and laid eyes on the bearer of the second voice you had heard. Another stunning man looked up at you as he was seated behind a desk, and a cheeky yet sweet smile appeared on his face, which was also scarred, but more subtle than the other doctor's face. He also had a well kept goatee and moustache and, like Sigtryggr, he also had a hammer pendant around his neck, except his pendant was bronze instead of silver. His long, dark hair was tied back into a bun, and he wore a white shirt which left nothing to the imagination; the doctor was insanely muscular and well built, and you wondered if Sigtryggr was also that muscular underneath his cosy sweater.

'Ah,' the muscular doctor clicked his tongue and looked at Sigtryggr, 'now I understand what took you so long, trying to win her over already, huh?'

Sigtryggr smiled and shook his head while the other doctor got up and made his way over to you, and you felt your cheeks heat up a little.

'My lady,' the doctor said with a smooth, warm voice and held his hand out, 'I'm Doctor Kjartansson, but you can call me Sihtric,' he quickly looked over at Sigtryggr and then back at you, 'or Siht, if that's easier for you to pronounce,' he winked.

'Gods, you're such an ass,' Sigtryggr scoffed with a smile, while Sihtric grinned at you.

You shook Sihtric's hand as you chuckled and introduced yourself to him, his tattooed fingers also holding you in a firm but gentle grip.

'I like your eyes,' you blurted out as you looked up into Doctor Kjartansson's mismatched pair.

'Awh, thanks, sugar,' Sihtric smiled, then looked at Sigtryggr again, 'I think I won her over already.'

'Yeah, yeah,' Sigtryggr rolled his eyes, 'we'll see about that.'

'Who said I could be won over?' you taunted both men as you all sat down.

'Feisty lady, are we?' Sihtric hummed with a smile while he sat back and crossed his arms.

'You have no idea,' you snorted, making both men laugh.

'Well, let the games begin,' Sihtric grinned at you.

'Yeah, okay, anyway,' Sigtryggr cleared his throat and became serious, 'jokes aside, welcome,' he smiled again, 'we're glad to have you on our team. We were told you have a lot of experience and we heard nothing but good stories about you. We really need you to get this practice up and running smoothly. Of course, we already have some of our own clients who came with us when we moved to this practice but, as the whole place is new, we will still need time to adjust.'

'We take it that you have everything you need to get yourself settled at the front desk?' Sihtric asked and pulled his hair tie out, then raked his fingers seductively through his wild locks while he wetted his lips slowly with the tip of his tongue.

You wondered if the doctor knew how good looking he was, and if he was doing this on purpose.

'Y-yes,' you said as you tried not to stare at Sihtric's biceps, 'I, eh, I am ready to get started.'

'Good,' Sigtryggr smiled, 'then I say we get to work. If you need anything, darling, this is my office, and Sihtric's office is on the other side of your desk.'

'Sounds like I'm cosy in the middle then,' you joked.

'Cosy in the middle,' Sigtryggr nodded.

'Or,' Sihtric smirked and got up from his chair, 'you could be cosy in my office too.'

'I bet she'll be cosier in this office,' Sigtryggr retorted.

'I'm sure I will be cosy enough at my desk, guys,' you chuckled and got up.

Sihtric held the door open for you, and only then you truly noticed how comfortable he was dressed, with his black sweatpants and black sneakers underneath. You were amused and intrigued by the contrast between the two good looking doctors, but, as handsome as Sigtryggr was, you felt very much drawn to Sihtric, and you shyly walked past him out the door. He smiled at you and followed closely behind as you walked to the front desk, but not too close, as he took his time to check you out in those tight denim jeans with your black blouse on top.

'If you need anything,' Sihtric said as you got seated behind the front desk, 'you know where to find me, yeah?'

'I'm sure I'll be able to find you, yes,' you smiled.

'Are you sure?' Sihtric asked and leaned on your desk, 'I mean I could show you where my office is.'

'It's down this hall, right?' you teased, as if there was another hallway.

'It is, sugar,' Sihtric smiled and leaned in, 'you don't want to check out my office right now? It's nicer looking than Sig's.'

'Oh, really?' you feigned interest.

'Totally,' the doctor said with a smug face, 'come, I'll show you.'

You couldn't help but chuckle when you followed the less formally dressed doctor to his office, and you had to hold your laughter when Sihtric showed you his hyped up office, which was even more depressing looking than the other doctor's office. Sigtryggr had a few props in his office and a tiny plant on his desk, but Sihtric's office was… completely empty, except for his desk with a laptop, a phone, three chairs, and an examination couch.

'Oh, wow,' you snorted, 'oh, yeah, I absolutely love what you've done with the place.'

'Right?' Sihtric laughed, 'much cosier here, no?'

'For sure,' you nodded, 'but, eh, you don't want a fancy skeleton in here, like your rival has in his office?'

'That skeleton was actually mine,' Sihtric pouted and sat down in his comfy chair, 'Sig just stole it when we unpacked our stuff.'

'Geeze, fighting of skeletons and the assistant?' you mocked, 'you two must be very busy.'

'You should know,' Sihtric shrugged, 'you're in charge of our schedules.'

'Well, I'll make sure it's fully booked by the end of the day, doctor,' you chuckled and turned on your heels.

'You go and do that for me, sugar,' Sihtric grinned before you closed the door.

It felt like your first day at the new practice went by faster than you could blink. You enjoyed the constant bickering of both doctors when they had a moment to spare, and the rest of your week wouldn't be any different.

The next day you found the two men arguing at your desk as you climbed up the stairs, early in the morning.

'There she is, why don't we just ask her,' Sihtric said and skipped over to the stairs, 'good morning, sugar,' he smiled as he held his hand out to you and helped you up the last few steps of the stairs.

You fought a smile and felt a pleasant tingle in your body as you held Sihtric's big, warm hand. Today, your "favourite" doctor was dressed in a black hoodie with black jeans, while he was wearing yesterday's black sneakers. His long hair was braided today, which made him look so attractive, it made you lightheaded.

'Show off,' Sigtryggr coughed while Sihtric offered you his useless help up the stairs, 'and good morning to you, darling,' Sigtryggr, who was dressed in all black again too, smiled at you and was quick to hand you a cup of coffee he had bought for you on his way to the practice.

'Good morning, doctors,' you chuckled and shook your head while you got seated at the front desk, 'thanks for the coffee, Sig, that's really sweet.'

'See,' Sigtryggr elbowed Sihtric, 'I'm sweet.'

'Whatever,' Sihtric rolled his eyes, 'look, we have an important question.'

'Oh?' you frowned and sipped your hot drink.

'If you have to pick,' Sigtryggr began.

'Between the two of us,' Sihtric continued, 'who would you rather date?'

You stared at both men and grimaced while they gave you their sweetest smiles and puppy dog eyes, as they both leaned with their elbows on your high desk.

'You guys can't be serious,' you snorted, 'really?'

'Really,' Sihtric said.

'We're very serious,' Sigtryggr added.

'God, eh,' you chuckled and felt your cheeks heat up, 'how can I possibly choose between my two favourite doctors?'

'Oh, you have to, lady,' Sihtric smiled and leaned in closer, 'it's a life or death situation, sugar.'

'Oh, come on,' you sighed and sat back, 'fine… I'll save both and date both of you.'

'What?' Sigtryggr frowned, 'no, that's not an option.'

'No, you can't pick both,' Sihtric agreed and turned to Sigtryggr, 'look, she'd totally date me, but she just doesn't want to hurt your feelings.'

'Oh, please,' Sigtryggr scoffed, 'as if she'd date a guy with that haircut.'

'There is nothing wrong with my haircut,' Sihtric looked offended, 'it's almost like yours, but better.'

'Better? You mean worse?' Sigtryggr teased, 'because you look like a homeless person when it's loose, I don't.'

'Hey, the ladies find it very sexy when my hair is all loose and wild,' Sihtric said firmly.

'Ladies? What ladies? When was the last time you took a girl home?' Sigtryggr provoked.

'Listen, I'll give you a new scar that will match the one on your face if you keep going,' Sihtric jokingly threatened.

'Fine by me,' Sigtryggr shrugged, 'then our lovely assistant here can patch me up, ain't that right, darling?' he looked at you, and you tried to come up with anything to say.

'She won't have time for that because she'll be out on a date with me,' Sihtric snapped back and then looked at you, 'ain't that right, sugar?' he smiled.

'I… eh,' you stammered. 

But before you could continue, the phone on your desk rang.

'Okay,' you then laughed and waved the two doctors off, 'someone here has to actually do their job.'

'That's right,' Sihtric smiled, 'and you,' he nudged Sigtryggr's shoulder, 'stop talking to my future wife.'

'Your what?' you giggled as you reached for the phone while Sihtric shoved Sigtryggr to his office.

'You heard me,' Sihtric said as he looked back over his shoulder and winked.

You tried to collect your thoughts again as you answered the phone, and your ridiculous nerves became less as a few minutes passed. But when Sihtric walked past your desk to his own office, he winked at you with a sly smile, and you felt your breath hitch in your throat for a second. The pretty boy doctor, with his fine haircut, made you nervous like no one else had ever done before. And once you simply accepted the fact that you definitely had a crush on him, it only got worse. It also didn't help that an hour before lunchtime he came over to the front desk, and sat down in the chair next to you while you answered the phone. You felt your cheeks heat up when Sihtric rolled the chair closer to yours, and you tried your hardest to not let him see your slightly trembling hands as you added an appointment to the other doctor's schedule in the computer.

'So,' Sihtric smiled and leaned in once you hung up the phone, 'what would you like for lunch, sugar?'

'For lunch?' you blinked, 'I, eh, I brought my own lunch. I always do.'

'Oh,' Sihtric said, a little disappointed and leaned back in the chair.

'Why?'

'Well, I wanted to buy my future wife lunch,' he shrugged.

'You're not his future wife!' Sigtryggr yelled with a laugh from his office, down the hall.

'Hey! Stop talking to my future wife!' Sihtric snarled, just as a patient stepped out of the elevator.

Sihtric froze and cleared his throat, then bit down a grin while he watched you help the old and rather confused patient to Sihtric's boring office. When you made your way back to the front desk, you met Sihtric in the narrow hallway, and he stopped you by trailing his fingers down your arm, to grab your hand gently.

'Think about what you want for lunch, okay, sugar?' Sihtric said softly with a sweet smile, 'you can pick anything, I'm buying.'

'What about Sig?' you asked, quietly.

'He eats lunch on the road when he prepares to go on house visits,' Sihtric almost whispered and leaned in as he lightly stroked your hand with his thumb, 'it'll be just us, if you don't mind?'

'Oh, I see. No, I- I don't mind,' you whispered.

'Good,' Sihtric smiled and bit down on his lip, then stepped back as he reluctantly let go of your hand.

Just when Sigtryggr left the building, your lunch was delivered, and Sihtric sprinted up the stairs with the delivery in his arms after he had locked the entrance door. During your lunch break, which lasted an hour, the practice was closed and only emergency phone calls were answered, which were rare. You ate your salad while Sihtric ate a slice of pizza, followed by two chicken wraps.

'That's a healthy meal,' you chuckled.

'What?' the doctor frowned, 'there's lettuce in this wrap.'

'Oh, so healthy,' you teased, 'such a good example you are.'

'Hey,' Sihtric nudged your shoulder and smiled, 'watch it, lady.'

'Or what?'

'Or I'll pin you down on my examination couch and we'll see how healthy you are,' he taunted.

'Sure, because that's how it works,' you laughed and finished your salad.

'Well, I can surely check your heartbeat and stamina that way,' Sihtric winked.

'Fine,' you shrugged, 'you'll find out I'm perfectly healthy then.'

'Oh, will I?'

'Yep,' you smiled and cleaned your desk up as Sihtric finished his food too.

You got up to throw away the bag and empty wrappers in the trash, and walked into the little kitchen to make yourself and Sihtric some coffee. The doctor followed you and washed his hands while you leaned back against the kitchen counter.

'Are you single, sugar?' Sihtric asked bluntly, 'I know we taunt a lot, but we never even asked about your relationship status.'

'Eh, yeah,' you chuckled, 'I am. You?'

'Of course, lady,' Sihtric smiled, 'what kind of a guy would I be if I'd tease you all day while I have a woman at home?'

'You'd be a pretty common guy,' you grimaced.

'Well,' Sihtric stepped closer and towered over you, almost trapping you between his body and the kitchen counter, 'I'm not a common guy, sugar,' he whispered.

His duo coloured eyes darted over your face, and you felt yourself swallow hard as your own eyes trailed down to his lips, which he licked as he hummed, and you quickly looked back up into his eyes again.

'But you don't want a common guy, do you?' he spoke softly with a half smile, then leaned with both hands on the kitchen counter, locking you between his strong arms, 'hm?' he hummed.

'I don't,' you agreed, as you felt his warm breath on your lips.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed again, amused, 'we still have about twenty minutes,' he whispered and smiled cheekily, 'how about that examination?'

You wanted nothing more than to be dragged into his office and pinned down on that couch by him, but you did want to be unprofessional, or risk anyone walking in on you or simply hearing you. You also wanted to get to know Sihtric a little better before you gave in to his charms, no matter how badly you wanted to grab his face and kiss him. This was only the second day you worked with him, you'd be a fool to mess around this soon already and risk your job.

'Actually,' you smiled, and teasingly trailed your fingers down his muscular arms, 'I think your schedule is fully booked for today, doctor.'

Sihtric brushed his lips lightly over yours, which made you lightheaded and exhale sharply, which was exactly the sound Sihtric needed to hear, and he understood your hint. Now he knew that you were clearly interested in him, and maybe even desperate for him, he was in no rush to get in your pants. He enjoyed a chase and a tease, and he knew he was going to enjoy this game when Sigtryggr would also seek out his chances with you. But Sihtric already knew he had nothing to worry about, as he had already seen that the way you looked at Sigtryggr was way different than the way you looked at him.

'Unfortunately, I think you're right,' Sihtric breathed, his lips almost touching yours, 'but, just in case you ever need a house visit outside of working hours, sugar,' he smiled, 'I think you should save my private number.'

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"I'm afraid of you."

Pairing: Sigtryggr Ivarsson x Fem!Reader Uthred's daughter and Stiorra's older sister

Notes: This is my first fic about Sigtryggr so if you notice something out of character for him or some spelling mistakes, please tell me :) I'm also lowkey highkey scared to post this because I've never truly written anything to the public 😩 but I know that by practicing my writing will slowly get better as time goes on so please give me some pointers if you want it will be greatly appricated- anywho hope you enjoy~

warnings: talk of childbirth/death but its just one line and doesn't get talked about again.

Y/n sat in silence - head resting on her hands that were interlocked under her chin starring at a book Sigtryggr asked her to read to him blankly, knowing that her sister was okay and that no one would harm her, she wasn't worried about Edward's family as she had a feeling they were going to be used as pawns or something of the sort.

She had already talked to Sigtryggr and had told him everything he had asked for in return for the security that her sister wouldn't be harmed to which he had agreed - she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her when he had promised that he would not let anyone hurt her or her sister.

In truth, for the past few weeks she had grown quite close with him, Sigtryggr even going as far as to let her see Stiorra herself to make sure she was alright. Sigtryggr managed to figure her out - something most men couldn't do, and that terrified her. She had built walls around herself so that no one could get close to her, she didn't want to lose anyone else and he managed to make his way right into her heart and made her walls crumble to the ground while she stood watching them fall and there was nothing she could do about it.

Sigtryggr silently watched her from the opposite side of the room a small smile playing at his lips as she sighed "What is it?" Y/n turned to look at him "This is so stupid, I'm bored, tired, and hungry, and I'm tired of reading, my brain feels like it's being tortured" Y/n scoffed before pushing the book away and leaning her head on the table.

She heard Sigtryggr chuckle at her and lifted her head "What?" Sigtryggr moved to sit in front of her, handing her some bread, his fingers lightly touching hers as she grabbed it "Well then, you shall take a break. Tell me more about yourself, you said you often thought of your future, tell me about it" He asked her, only for information and totally not just him wanting to learn even more about her or anything "I want to go on a couple adventures, maybe own my own bakery, I refuse to have children so maybe have a cat or two, and then live a quiet and peaceful life," Y/n says as she looked up at him

Sigtryggr smiled at her and tilted his head "No children? why is that?" Sigtryggr asked her curiously and Y/n scoffed at the question not hesitating to answer him "I have no maternal bone in my body, when I hear a child cry I do not feel the need to comfort it instead I pray to the gods that it shuts up, and when a child falls I have no feeling to comfort them in fact i find it rather amusing." Y/n leaned back "Plus i don't want to die giving birth, it scares me" Sigtryggr nodded "that's understandable" it got quiet for a few moments before Sigtryggr got called for by someone and he excused himself, gently touching her shoulder as he went by.

Y/n sat quietly by herself, his touch set her skin on fire and she couldn't help but think of what it would feel like touching all over her body, she quickly shook her head and took a deep breath in trying to calm herself but it didn't do much to calm the heat her body was forming.

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About another two weeks had gone by and her body craved him, she wanted him more than anything and that terrified her, she didn't know it was possible to want something so much, didn't help that she would make up so many excuses just to get him to touch her, it was almost pathetic, she felt herself falling for him and she couldn't stop herself.

Similarly Sigtryggr was having the same problem, every time she asked for this or that and he let his touch linger on her, he knew that he was falling for her, but he wasn't upset by finding out he was, he was just worried about what would happen to her.

She sat down at the table back facing the door when he walked in "I'm afraid of you, afraid of the feelings that you make me have. Of how tempting it is to make excuses just to feel your touch on my skin, of lying to myself. I'm afraid of the feelings that consume my entire being when you come around, or when i think of you. I'm scared about how much I feel for you. I can't hide it anymore- I'm tired of hiding it and being afraid of you rejecting me, Of being scared of what I want" Y/n says to him as she stands up turning to face him

Sigtryggr tilts his head to the side and slowly steps forward to stand in front of her, "And what do you want?" His voice is firm but gentle "I want you" she responded almost instantly "I want you so much it scares me" Y/n said again her voice slightly quivering

Sigtryggr looked at her and nodded his head "Then you will have me, I was just about to come and tell you a deal has been made. You will come with me to Eorforwic, I will give you everything you wanted, adventures, your own bakery, cats, and a peaceful, quiet life"

Sigtryggr gently holds onto the sides of her face "If you would be willing to go with me, will you?" he asks looking in her eyes "I would happily go with you, Sigtryggr" Y/n smiles and pulls him closer to her and lays a gentle kiss on his lips.

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SIGTRYGGR & STIORRA in THE LAST KINGDOM, SEASON 5 EPISODE 6

[aphroditesmoon]

in full bloom

sihtric kjartansson x reader

summary: you saved sihtric's life once, he repays you when the chance presents itself.

warnings: pregnant reader, some gore, weapons. s5 spoiler.

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Some people found it confusing seeing a pregnant girl with the band of misfit warriors on their journeys.

And as embarassing as it was to admit, the reason Sihtric has sworn himself your protector, was because you've saved him from death once. No argument was to be had to him, He owed you his life and he shall give it.

You were naught more than a traveling beggar, a nobleman's daughter, banished by your own family after finding yourself with child. And the father of the child had refused to take responsibility for his own mess.

And as you slit the throat of two of Haesten's men after freeing him and his friends from captivity, he swears he's never met anyone braver.

Though at the time your pregnancy wasn't obvious, he could tell by the curve of your stomach. His lord Uhtred has inquire of your well-being and journey.

After rejecting silver from him, Sihtric insisted to his lord that you seek protection with them, especially with the sickness going around.

And since then on, you two were inseparable.

he found himself being very protective of you and your too trusting self.

it was a miracle that you have made it this far safely. he has always made sure that you'd safe and never and battle.

Though this time he couldn't be so sure that he has made the right decision leaving you with Finan's wife. It seemed that the Danes have raided your city.

Finan's wife has managed to push you out into safety before the danes have gotten too close, But now that they have returned they had no idea where you were. Only Finan's wife was there.

There was no time to look for you as slashing swords meets blood and dead bodies on the ground.

He screams for Finan's wife to look for you. he could not risk losing you. Not before you knew the feelings he held for you in his heart.

His focus was driven from him as the scream of your voice caught his attention. his eyes widen as he sees you being held at knifepoint by one of Sigtryggr's men.

He shoves the sword inside of the man in front of him before running towards you.

"Let her go or the knife you hold will no longer have a hand to hold it." He growls at your captor.

The man huffed and move his knife to slit your throat. your scream was drowned by Sihtric's own scream, as he slams the man onto a wall pushing his knife out of your way.

He pushes you to the ground so you will not have any pain be inflicted from any weapons before craning the man's neck and breaking it.

The man slumped down on the wall and he spares no glance at him as he rushes to lift you up from the ground and pulling you inside Finan's house.

His wife immediately lets you two in.

"Are you hurt?" He breathes out. When you shook your head with tears falling down. He nods and rushes back out as Finan's wife locks the door and rushes you to her room.

She makes sure to try her best to comfort you through the chaos and bloodshed for your baby's sake, calming you down with water and restricting all entrances.

You can't help but worry for your Sihtric. Though he's a fearsome warrior, he's but a man still.

You cover yourself in blankets through sobs as your friend paces back and forth, her own worry showing for her husband. It was an unexpected attack.

After 30 minutes or so, the atmosphere outside becomes quiet. A hard knock on the door makes both of you flinch.

The sound of Finan's voice relaxes the two of you. The door opens for them and you gasp at the sight of a bloody Osferth.

Finan lays him on the floor, begging his wife to help him. But it was a lost cause,

the warrior monk was no longer breathing.

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That evening you sat outside with Cynlaef and Finan's wife, watching Sihtric and Finan gravely digging a hole for their friend's body.

You cried for the baby monk, for he was always kind to you, always caring for your unborn baby.

You offer to read the prayers for the short burial as Finan and Sihtric wept silently for their friend.

The burial was short as they had to rush to Lord Uhtred, Sihtric walks towards your tired body, kneeling down in front of your sitting self.

His hand splayed on your stomach.

"I need you to stay here, for your own safety." He speaks gently to you. Your eyes meet his and you nod understandingly.

His gaze doesn't leave yours as you notice his hesitatingly leaning in.

The hesitation disappears once his lips found yours.

Your hands move to wrap around his neck, one grasping his hair while his own moves to cup your face.

The kiss was soft yet passionate, he moves away first, breathing out a sigh of relief.

"Can't believe it took me almost dying for you to do that." You tease gently, making him snort.

A smile slowly graces his darkened face. The first smile since the day started.

"I'll make it up to you when I come back." He replies, his forehead againts yours as his palm traces your stomach.

"And I will love your child like my own." He vows. A rush of overwhelming feeling fills your lungs.

"You swear?" You whisper, voice cracking.

He leaves a gentle peck on your lips before taking your hand and wrapping it around his necklace in his fist and kissing it.

"Over Thor's hammer, I swear it."

He would return to you, he had too. And when he's finally back, you'd be here, waiting for him with your child.

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Clementine Von Radics, In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive

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Dedicated to @saint-helga

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