#sihtric tlk

[mojogifs]

Sihtric Kjartansson

The Last Kingdom S3

[fan-fantasies]

Uhtred’s pretty boys and discovering they have a crying kink:

Warnings: no actual smut but mentions of it, crying (obviously), injury

A/N: couldn’t decide who to write for so I picked my favorite pretty boys 🤷🏻‍♀️ other fics for Eddie and probably Aemond will follow!

Sihtric watched as Finan finished the sling for your arm. He tossed it around your head and gently lifted your arm into it. You couldn’t help but wince, the Irishman apologizing profusely.

You let your arm rest in the sling, letting out a small moan at the relief it finally gave you. A quick tear ran down your cheek and it caught Sihtric’s eye. A few more tears followed as you rested your head back. He followed the tears as they slid down your neck.

He could feel his cock stirring in his breeches- his pants becoming just a bit tighter. The thought of the tears running down your face in a much different context was interesting to him.

He vowed that as soon as your arm was healed, he would take you on every surface until your glistening eyes rolled back in your head from pleasure- tear stained cheeks and swollen lips begging him to have mercy on you.

He wouldn’t, however, not until your legs were shaking and body wracked with sobs. He would mark your entire body, but would kiss away the tears when he was finally done with you.

Finan had always been fond of you- your wit nearly matching his (or outdoing as you would confidently say). You were quite attractive as well and he would flirt with you to no end.

You all sat around the fire one night, exchanging stories and dreams. Uhtred was telling a particularly good story about when he was a child and slipped in the goat pen after he had been living with the Danes. He was so animated he had you laughing harder than Finan had ever seemed; he’s certain the ale was contributing to that because Uhtred was not that funny…

The campfire flames reflected off of your skin, shining streaks of tears now streaming down your face. Finan couldn’t help but stare as you tried your best to wipe them away.

He wanted to grab your hand, to stop you, but he couldn’t tell why. You let out a heavy sigh as more tears cascaded over your smiling cheeks and that’s when he knew. A hunger grew in his belly and he wanted to be the cause of your tears.

He didn’t want to hurt you in any way, but he wanted to make you feel so good that no amount of self control would allow the dam not to burst. He wanted to tease you until you were crying for his cock and only after he was satisfied, would he give it to you.

Sweet, shy Osferth- the poor man thought there was something wrong with him the first time his cock hardened when he noticed a tear drop sliding down your cheek. You were holding a newborn baby and you were overcome with emotion. You sniffled to try to hold back the tears but they came anyway. The rest of the world melted away and he was transfixed by you.

He had sought out the advice of Uhtred, of course, and the older man reassured him he was not sick or twisted. He even recounted his own pleasure at seeing tears streaming down a woman’s face, typically while she was choking on his cock.

While the idea was enticing to Osferth, he often imagined you in another scenario. He often imagined your bodies pressed tightly together as he made love to you. He would bury himself deep inside of you so he could feel every inch of you.

The emotion between the two of you would be so powerful, you would choke back your tears as he fucked into you over and over. He would be sure to spill himself inside of you as a declaration of his love, kissing the tears away with reassuring whispers.

He decided that it may make him a sinner, but it was worth it to see your soft tears beneath him as you both rode out yours highs.

[happilyhertale]

Destiny is all - Osferth x female!reader, Part 7

Summary: You are Finan's sister. You live in a village in Scotland, near the border with Northumbria. You lead a quiet life until your brother decides to visit you with his boys and your life changes completely.

Pairing: Osferth x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW

Author’s note: Hey you (:

Now I am finally sharing my little Osferth story with you. The events are a little different from the story in the series. (No, Osferth will not die either). I hope you will enjoy it! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Dear readers... we all knew this moment would come and now it is here.... This is the last part of this story. Thank you for all the great comments and conversations that have come out of it!!! Much love to you Word count: 2.5 k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Other stories of mine

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Finan seems paralysed at first. The noise around you seems numbing. But Finan doesn't seem to notice much of it. When he stirs again, however, he slams the mugs of ale onto the next table. More ale lands on the table than is left in the cups afterwards. He looks over at you and takes a big step towards you. Sihtric stands shocked next to Finan and does not dare to intervene.

But before Finan reaches Uhtred, Osferth is at your side. Your arms are still wrapped around Uhtred. Somehow you seem to be enjoying the kiss... and you feel good about showing Osferth that you can enjoy yourself without him. But suddenly Uhtred is pulled away from you. Your eyes grow wide as you see Osferth's hand on Uhtred's shoulder and he pulls him away from you almost violently.

"Y/n???" Osferth almost shouts and looks at you angrily.

You just return the look.

"Well, ya seemed busy... I thought ya wouldn't mind if I was busy elsewhere too!" you answer and cross your arms in front of your chest.

"Can someone explain to me what's going on?!" asks Finan angrily. But Uhtred puts a hand on Finan's arm and only shakes his head slightly as a sign that he should not interfere.

The noise around you has not abated, but the silence that now reigns between you is stifling. No one answers Finan. His gaze wanders back and forth between you. He looks first at you and then at Osferth.

But you and Osferth don't notice Finan at all. You are still standing in front of each other, still looking at each other angrily. Your gaze becomes slightly provocative.

Finan looks at Sihtric. But Sihtric raises his hands innocently, "I was with you getting new ale. I didn't do anything wrong this time," Sihtric says.

As Finan's gaze falls on Uhtred, he remembers that Uhtred kissed you. Finan grabs him by the collar and pulls him towards him, "Ya have kissed my sister?!"

Uhtred grins slightly, "That really was an accident and should have gone differently. Calm down," he says to Finan. He reaches for Finan's hand and loosens his grip. Finan just grunts, "And how am I to understand that? Y/n. Can you say something about it?", Finan now turns his attention to you.

Tired of all the last days, you don't feel like arguing here now. There is no point in getting into a discussion with Finan or arguing with Osferth now. Frustration courses through your veins as you make a determined turn and stride out of the inn.

As you make your way through the boisterous crowd of happy voices, laughter and excited chatter, you walk on unperturbed. As you make your way to your room, a presence catches your attention - Osferths walks after you, incessantly calling your name through the air. But each call only stirs the fires of anger within you, causing you to simply move on and ignore his calls.

"Osferth... Just go!" you shout warningly at him as you enter the room and stand in the doorway. You just slam the door in his face. Osferth is standing in front of the closed door. But he doesn't think of just leaving you alone now. He pulls open the door and enters the room.

"I certainly won't do that now!", he only replies and closes the door behind him, but a little more gently this time. You turn to him and look at him angrily.

"But I don't want to see ya now!" you shout at him. His eyes almost sparkle, "That's too bad, because I want to talk to you now!" he just replies.

You look at him with raised eyebrows. Again you cross your arms in front of your chest.

"Oh? So you want to talk? All right then, tell me Os... While I was in the camp, surrounded by all those Danes, trying to gather information... But at the same time, filled with this fear of not seeing ya again, ya were having fun here?" you say to him angrily.

Osferth hesitates briefly. But he quickly catches himself again.

"I wasn't having fun here! I was afraid for you!" he shouts.

"Scared while ya were lying between the ladies' thighs?!" you interrupt him.

Osferth's head turns red, "Never would I have started anything with those women while you were in potential danger!"

But you just snort and glare at him angrily.

"I mean it, y/n!" he says in a calmer but firm voice. You hear him breathing heavily as he takes a step towards you.

"But it looked very different just now at the inn!" you retort again.

"You were kissing Uhtred there! What am I supposed to make of that?!" he says, now angrier again.

"Because ya had two women on ya, idiot!" you feel the rage inside you reach its peak.

Amidst the charged atmosphere, you become aware of Osferth's proximity, standing very close to you. Both of you are breathing hard, your faces marked by unmistakable anger. There is an oppressive silence between you, broken only by the rhythm of your breaths. As his gaze moves from your eyes to your lips, a strange feeling of warmth mingles with the anger coursing through your veins. You have no desire to receive a kiss from Uhtred. But neither do you want to see other women enclose Osferth in their passionate embrace.

Suddenly you pull him down and kiss him. He gasps briefly as your lips touch. But immediately he wraps his arms around you and kisses you. Your kiss is wild. Very different from the kisses you have usually exchanged. Your tongues dance wildly around each other, fighting for dominance. His one hand moves to the back of your head while his other hand rests on your lower back. He holds you close to him. Osferth begins to push you backwards towards the bed, not even interrupting the kiss.

You let yourself fall as you stand beside the bed and Osferth immediately lies down on top of you. You can already feel how aroused he is and you whimper briefly when you notice how he presses his aroused length against your warm core. But Osferth swallows your whimper as his lips settle on yours again and kiss you wildly. You are both breathing heavily and you are aware of a growl forming in his chest. Your hands move to his torso and begin to pull at his shirt as you try to open it. Osferth doesn't hesitate for long. He breaks the kiss briefly and takes off his shirt. You see his lean torso as he kneels between your legs. Light muscles are visible under his soft skin. You bite your lip lightly. You start to open your dress. But before you can react, Osferth's hands are on your body. He begins to open your dress roughly.

You gasp briefly as he literally rips open your dress. He pulls it over your shoulders and kisses the soft skin of your neck and shoulder. Your breathing becomes heavier. You pull your dress down further and Osferth finally takes it off completely. You lie naked under him and pull him down to you again. Passionate kisses follow. Your tongues are still fighting for dominance. His hands slide over your body, sending a shiver down your spine. His fingers reach your thigh and begin to tease you. While still kissing you wildly, he leaves circular motions on your thigh. Slowly but decisively he lets them move higher. He grips your soft thigh a little as his hand reaches the inside of your thigh. Again you whimper and you feel him smile slightly as he kisses you.

You reach for his neck as his fingers reach their destination and slowly glide through your wetness. His fingers are immediately soaked with your arousal. You moan out, "Os..." You hear him chuckle softly.

Even before he slides two fingers inside you, you look up into his face and notice a slight smile forming on his lips again. You close your eyes and he lets his fingers slide into you again and again. Your warm walls immediately clench around his fingers and you hear him groan deeply. His thumb finds your pearl and begins to leave firm but gentle movements on it. You squeeze your eyes shut even more and moan.

His fingers thrust deeper into you. With each thrust, his thumb rubs further over your pearl. His fingers reach your sweet spot and each time he touches it, your hips jerk further towards his fingers. You hardly notice how he opens his trousers and lets them slide down. Without diverting his attention from you, he suddenly kneels naked between your legs.

He pulls his fingers out of you and you whimper slightly as you feel the sudden emptiness inside you. But this emptiness is quickly replaced by the feeling of him sliding his hard member through your folds. You hear him grunt again. As he slides his hot length through your wetness, a wet smacking sound fills the room. He lets his hard member be enveloped by your wetness before placing it in front of the entrance to your warm core. You look into his blue eyes. You are both breathing heavily.

A moment passes in which neither of you says anything nor moves. Then you kiss each other gently. His soft lips are on yours and he begins to thrust gently into you. You gasp as you feel him fill you more and more.You grab his shoulder again as he is up to the hilt inside you. You gasp as he fills you completely. "Os..." you moan again. He gives you some time to adjust to his size. He kisses you as he slowly moves inside you. But as time goes by, his thrusts become stronger. His moans of pleasure mingle with yours as his hips slam against yours.

His thrusts become firmer and more purposeful. You begin to moan louder. You grow louder with each thrust. He presses his lips firmly to yours and kisses you. You feel his heavy breathing. His hand reaches for your thigh. He spreads your legs further apart. His thrusts go even deeper than before. You moan out and again a smile plays around his lips. He leans down and begins to kiss your neck. He bites into your soft skin as he thrusts into you. A light groan sounds from him. You bite your lip as you feel his bites.

"Os...", you moan. But only a "mmmhm" sounds from him. The sweat on your skin mixes where your bodies touch.

You push his hand away from your thigh. At first he looks at you irritated, but you just kiss him. You put your legs around his waist. You press your heel against his bottom and press him further against you. His cock thrusts deeper into you and you cry out with passion.

His balls keep slapping against your bottom. You continue to moan. Each thrust hurts, but it feels so good.

Osferth still has a smile on his lips. One of his hands reaches up and tangles his fingers in your hair. His other hand slides to your hip to hold you firmly as he continues to thrust into you, but also so as not to crush you with his body.

"Os... I am so close... Os," you whimper.

"Come... Come on my cock.. Let go for me, my lady," he breathes in your ear.

You moan again as you hear his words. His thrusts become even harder. You are a moaning mess. Your thighs begin to tremble. They are still around his waist and he feels them twitching around him. He thrusts further into you. You feel the heat spreading through your abdomen and you whimper. And then he pushes you over the edge. You moan loudly. Your warm walls tighten around his hot length again and again. Osferth grunts, but his thrusts don't let up. His hand is still on your hip. He continues to hold you tight, thrusting into you. He closes his eyes and you hear him moan. "Oh Lord..." he suddenly moans and you notice how his thrusts are getting sloppier and sloppier. His thrusts soften until they subside.

You are both breathing heavily. Osferth lowers himself onto you and buries his face in the crook of your neck. You feel his warm breath and how he gasps. You are still panting, but you have to smile. You let your hand wander into his hair. Gently you stroke his head.

"Did ya really just say 'Oh Lord' when you climaxed?" you whisper to him.

You hear him chuckle slightly.

You chuckle as well.

"That reminds me, I should ask for forgiveness..." he says softly and gestures to get up.

"Noo... Ya stay here," you say and pull him towards you again.

A soft chuckle escapes his lips and he lies down beside you, pulling you tenderly into his embrace. You reach for the blanket, it envelops both your bodies. You snuggle closer to his side and your gaze meets his, fascinated by the loving bond between you. Amidst the intimacy, you become aware of the rhythmic, wild beat of his heart, a lively echo that effortlessly harmonises with your own. A gentle smile caresses your lips, and a tender kiss on the tip of your nose seals this moment of happiness.

But just as he is about to say something, the door opens. Finan suddenly rushes in. His gaze wanders around the room until he suddenly sees you lying on the bed. His eyes grow wide as he realises that you are lying in bed with Osferth and your clothes are lying next to the bed.

He seems speechless at first and you try to cover your body.

"Osferth!!", Finan shouts. Uhtred suddenly appears behind Finan. When he sees you lying on the bed and notices how you try to cover your body and Osferth's face turns red, a grin comes to his lips.

"I... I...", Osferth stammers out.

Your cheeks also turn red, but you have had enough.

"Finan! Get out!" you suddenly shout.

Finan looks at you, stunned.

"Y/n!...", he begins. But before he can finish his sentence, Uhtred grabs him gently but firmly by the shoulder and pulls him backwards out of the room. Finan tries to reach for Uhtred, but Uhtred simply pulls him along.

"You should put some clothes on," Uhtred says with a grin as he closes the door.

You are still breathing heavily. Your eyes and Osferth's meet. You see how Osferth's red cheeks match yours. You kiss him gently and feel him begin to smile.

"Maybe ya shouldn't just ask God for forgiveness..." you whisper to him.

His cheeks become even redder.

"That's not funny... He's going to kill me...", Osferth says softly, but you see a slight smile on his lips.

"I will prevent that," you whisper against his lips and kiss him again.

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[mommytauriel]

Sihtric x reader where reader is a ward of Uhtred. Reader is the first person to show Sihtric kindness when he’s captured after the attack in episode 2 season 2 and from then on he’s been smitten. The problem is that King Alfred and Uhtred came to an agreement that reader would be married off to a lord so that way she’s taken care off if something were to happen to Uhtred. I just started watching the show so you can decide the rest.

+ · 。~ promised to another p1

pairing: sihtric x female! reader | genre: forbidden romance?, angst, fluff | warnings: slight cursing, I think that’s all | wc: 6.4K |

synopsis: You and sihtric just met and yet the feelings you felt for each other were so strong.

request: yes

note: Okay first, thank you for sending in a request! And I’m sorry for how long it’s taken me to get it out! I absolutely love this idea and I still have so many ideas for it, this will be a multiple part series, I am thinking 4 parts? I hope you guys enjoy!

Thank you @underragingwaves for letting me use the lovely gif!

Part one Part two

The weather is hot, the sun beating down on you makes your eyes squint and the sleeves of your dress stick to your skin. You hated it. At least there was the breeze of wind that helped with the heat. Weather like this reminds you of the days you spent with your father, playing in the gardens and fields of your home, your father's estate. 

Your father was an Ealdorman of Wessex, a fierce warrior and a dear friend of the king. He loved nothing more than his family, his home and his King. So, it wasn't the biggest surprise when he died protecting what he loves, his family, his home and his king. You remember the day he left to fight, he came into your room and kissed your forehead. You were still in bed when he promised to return. He never did return, he died in the battle of Edington and a part of you died that day too.  

You didn't stay in your home for long after your father's death, you were outside when it happened. You were sitting under a tree reading one of your father's favorite books when the king came, he crouched in front of you and told you the news. That you would be coming to live with him, and your younger brother would stay and learn to become an Ealdorman. You didn't have much of a choice, so you said your goodbyes and left. 

Your stay at the castle was for several years, after a threat on your life that almost had you killed, King Alfred was filled with guilt and doubt. He couldn't have the only daughter of his late friend killed, killed in his home. So, despite a part of him disagreeing and the anger and shouts of his wife he did what he thought was best, put you in the protection of Uhtred. 

And that brings you to where you are now, standing in a field watching Uhtred train King Guthreds men. You have lost count of the months you have been with Uhtred. Uhtred has been very kind to you, very understanding. He doesn't complain when you take a little longer to get ready or when you have them stop more often so you can bathe. He understands your position, you were raised and lived as a lady…and now you ride with him. It was a very different life. 

You were standing in between Hild and Father Beocca, your fingers playing with your bracelet. You watched with squinted eyes as Uhtred bests Clapa once again. You enjoyed watching Uhtred fight, it reminded you of when you would watch your father train. 

The content look on your face quickly disappears when you see a group of men on horseback approaching. You could tell by their attire that they were Danes. You absentmindedly move closer to Hild. Your eyes scan over the men as they dismount from their horse’s and step closer to Uhtred and King Guthred, one of them; the tall one closer than the others. 

You don't bother paying attention to the conversation they seem to be having, instead your eyes wander to the Danes, scanning over them. Your eyes linger on one of them in particular, he was standing behind the tall one in front, his posture made him seem…nervous as if he didn't want to be there. 

You tilt your head slightly as you look him over, curiosity in your eyes. He looked different from the others, and not in a bad way. His hair was pulled back and to be honest…he was quite pretty. He didn't look like the men you would see growing up is all you could say.

You blink a few times when you realize you have zoned out, you look towards Uhtred to see him leaning back, an unimpressed look on his face. You look back to the pretty Dane, only to see that he was already looking at you. Your eyes widen and you quickly avert your eyes away from him and to Uhtred. 

After a few moments you look back at him and watch as he tilts his head slightly and his eyes rake over your body. His eyes met yours again and this time you weren't the first to look away. You feel a rush or satisfaction when you see his cheeks flush at the fact that you caught him. You look away from him when you feel someone touch your arm.  

“You should join Lady Gisela in her tent and get out of the sun” Hild smiles slightly, patting your arm reassuringly, nodding her head towards Lady Gisela. Who seemed to be waiting for you, a smile on her face as she stood with a few other women. You smile at Hild and whisper your goodbyes to the warrior nun, who has shown you nothing but kindness and love. 

Your hands went to your sides to hold up your dress a little, so you could walk without tripping. You send one more smile to Hild before making your way towards Lady Gisela. You kept your chin up and your shoulders back as you ignored the hungry looks from the Danes you walked past. You stop yourself from looking at the Dane that had caught your attention earlier, but when you feel a hard stare on your back, you can't help but look back, hoping to see the pretty Dane looking at you. 

But instead, you see one of the other Danes staring at you as you walk away, specifically your arse. The look of disgust on your face quickly changes to a look of surprise when the Dane who was staring at you inappropriately, is bumped into causing him to stop looking at you. You felt your heart flutter in appreciation when you saw that it was the pretty Dane who purposely bumped into him. He noticed your stare and gave you a small nod before looking forward and catching an apple from the tall Dane. 

“Lady Y/n are you ready to go?” Lady Gisela asked. You quickly looked away from the Danes and to Lady Gisela, who had taken a few steps to be closer to you. 

“Oh yes I am, my apologies” you apologize with a bashful smile, your hands nervously playing with the fabric of your dress. Lady Gisela was a very kind woman, but she had such a strong presence that you couldn't help but feel a little nervous under her charming eyes. 

“No need to apologize” Lady Gisela says with a knowing smirk. You start to worry that she noticed you staring at the pretty Dane. She doesn't say anything on the matter, she just links her arm in yours and starts to lead you to where her tent was, starting a conversation with one of the women that was joining you. 

You glance behind you one more time to see he was already looking at you. When the two of you lock eyes you give him a small smile, before quickly looking forward before your small exchange would be seen by others. You tried to focus on Lady Gisela’s and the others' conversation, but your mind kept on bringing you back to thoughts of the pretty Dane. I really need to figure out his name, so i can stop calling him pretty Dane you think with a faint smile. 

Cooling down in Lady Gisela’s tent was nice, you had missed spending time with other women. You of course had Hild, but the two of you were always surrounded by Uhtred and Halig. So, spending time with strictly just women was nice, and very much needed. You spent a few hours with them, eating, talking…well more like gossiping before you went to your own tent. King Guthred had asked for his sister, and you felt more comfortable being in your tent since it was starting to get dark.

You were alone in your tent for a few minutes, just resting on your bed that was covered with many different furs. King Guthred had been very kind and had made sure that your tent was satisfactory for you, and it definitely was. You were reading one of your father's books when Uhtred walked into your tent, sword in hand. You would have been worried that something was wrong if Uhtred didn't smile at you and lift up the sword sharpening stone. 

The worry on your face disappears and you greet him with a smile, you can tell that Uhtred wasn't ready to talk so you go back to reading your book. While Uhtred sits on the wooden stool in your tent and starts sharpening his sword, focusing on his thoughts. This had happened a few times before, Uhtred coming to you to relax and quietly focus on his thoughts. The silence between the two of you was never awkward. You both felt very comfortable in each other's presence. 

It was silent for a few more minutes, the only thing you could hear was the sound of Uhtred sharpening his sword and the faint sound of talking from outside your tent. You were nearing the end of the chapter; the main character was voicing her worries to her mentor about their enemies, and it started to get you thinking. 

“I don't trust them” you say after a few more minutes of silence. Your eyes were trained down at your book, your eyebrows furrowed as you thought more about it. Uhtred stopped sharpening his sword and looked towards you, confused and intrigued. “Who?” 

“The Danes Uhtred, i don't trust them.” 

“You know you will be safe with me” he reassured you when he sensed the worry in your tone. He also had his suspicions about them, but he didn’t like that you worried about them. He wanted you to feel safe with him and not worry about such things. 

“I know that Uhtred, but what if they want to harm you?” 

“Are you worrying about me?” Uhtred wonders with a small smirk. Finding it adorable that you were worrying about him. 

You huff in annoyance and close your book and set it by your side, annoyed that it seemed that he wasn’t taking what you were saying seriously. “Uhtred, I’m serious I can’t exactly protect you.” 

Uhtred laughs warmly and stands up, setting his sword and sharpening stone on the wood table by his stool. Before he comes and crouches in front of you. He reaches for your hands that were in your lap and gives them a reassuring squeeze. “You don’t protect me, I protect you.” 

“Stop worrying little flower” Uhtred smiles at you, squeezing your hands one more time before kissing your forehead and standing up. You return the smile even though you were still worried, you trusted Uhtred with your life, so you trusted his words. 

Uhtred walks back to the table and grabs his sword before turning to look at you with a grin. “Now come join us and eat, Hild is worried you’re not eating enough.” 

“If Hild keeps on feeding me so much I’m going to need new dresses to fit in” you say with another huff and a roll of your eyes. You knew Hild only had good intentions, but there was only so much you could eat. 

“Well, that won’t do, I don’t have enough coin to buy you more of your fancy dresses” Uhtred jokes with a teasing smirk. He laughs loudly and moves to the side, dodging the fancy comb you threw at him. 

“One, please tell Hild I will be staying in my tent and that I’m not hungry. Two, me and my fancy dresses are choosing to ignore what you just said.” 

“Whatever you say princess” Uhtred says with one more last smile before leaving, nodding at your personal guard that stayed outside your tent at all times. Whenever Uhtred wasn’t with you, he made sure that your guard was with you. He never wanted you to be alone and defenseless again. 

You let out a tired sigh once Uhtred had left, the heat from earlier and the long day you had, finally getting to you. You let yourself fall back against your bed and close your eyes. The soft furs of your bed just telling you to go to sleep, you ended up listening to them, and you drifted off in a peaceful sleep. Completely clueless to what was happening in the stables, not too far from you. 

The next time you saw the pretty Dane was in the morning, and you were thoroughly confused at the sight in front of you. You were already dressed and ready for the day when you stepped out of your tent, you walked around the camp hoping to find Uhtred, Hild, anyone you knew really. 

You stopped dead in your tracks, a look of confusion on your face. The pretty Dane that you couldn’t keep your eyes away from yesterday…was tied to a cart. Why is he tied up? You thought. What have I missed?

“Lady y/n” a voice brings you out of your thoughts. You look away from the tied-up Dane to an approaching Halig. Haligs voice gets the attention of the Dane and he turns his head to see who Halig was talking to, he sits up straight when he sees who it is. It’s you he thought. 

“Hild is in her tent if you need her” Halig continues, he had assumed you were looking for her, like you usually do in the mornings. You give Halig a faint smile before glancing back at the Dane, who quickly avoided eye contact from you. “Oh, I’m alright Halig. Why is he tied up? Where are the other Danes?” 

“Those bastards are dead, we're keeping that one over there as a prisoner” Halig responds with a proud nod, your eyes widened and you step closer to Halig, you really did miss a lot. “What happened?” 

“Oh, right you were sleeping, well those bastards tried to kill Uhtred but- “Halig says as if it was nothing, but you are quick to cut him off, feeling very worried for Uhtred. 

“Is Uhtred okay? Where is he?” You asked Halig anxiously. You were right, those Danes couldn’t be trusted, oh you hope Uhtred is okay. The pretty Dane deflates and looks down at the ground at the way you worry about Uhtred. Of course, a pretty woman like you was taken, and of course it had to be with the man he was sent to help kill, he thought with an annoyed scoff.            

“He's in his tent” Halig tells her first and opens his mouth again to brag about how well he did last night, but you quickly walk past him. One thing on your mind, and that was to make sure Uhtred was okay. Halig just shrugs and walks back to the cart loading it. 

You make your way through the camp and back towards your tent, Uhtred’s tent was close to yours, he didn't want you far from him. You turn the corner of your tent the same time someone else does, you jump back in fright, putting your hand on your chest. Uhtred laughs and holds your arms gently, so you don't trip. “Did I scare you y/n.” 

You ignore his words and throw your arms over his shoulders, closing your eyes and pulling him in for a tight hug. You were so afraid that he was hurt from last night, so you were very happy to see him in front of you, seemingly to be alright. Uhtred’s eyes widen in surprise from your hug, but he's quick to wrap his arms around your waist and hold you to his chest. “Whoa I must've really scared you." 

“Halig said the Danes tried to kill you” You voice out, but it comes out muffled because your face was currently shoved in his chest. Uhtred smiles now understanding, you were still worried for him. Uhtred rubs your back and whispers gently. “I am okay y/n, come on let's get breakfast, I’ll tell you what you have missed.” 

You and Uhtred had gotten some fruit and bread and sat down at a table where Uhtred had explained all that you missed. And let's just say your worry for Uhtred did not lessen. If Kjartan sent men to get Uhtred once, what's stopping him from doing it a second time? You open your mouth to voice your worries but close it when you see Uhtred attention goes to Lady Gisela who’s walking past the two of you. Your eyes widen when Lady Gisela gives Uhtred a shy smile before continuing to walk away. 

Uhtred turns to look at you and you raise your eyebrow, silently questioning what that was. Uhtred rolls his eyes and stands up, making you look up at him. “I have some things to do, Hild should be around here somewhere.” 

“You mean you have someone to do?” You say with a mischievous smile. Uhtred laughs and shakes his head at your response, he truly has been a bad influence on you. He turns to walk away but turns back, forgetting that he has to tell you something. “Y/n, don't go near the prisoner, okay?”

“Okay” 

You of course didn't end up listening to him. It was an hour or so since your conversation with Uhtred and you feared you would die from boredom. Hild was praying, Halig was with Clapa, your guard was training and Uhtred… well you didn't want to know what he was currently doing. Since everyone was busy, that means the prisoner was being guarded by a random man, a random man that you could easily trick. 

If you were going to do this you had to make sure you were doing it the right way, you had no room for mistakes. A mistake in this situation would get you in a lot of trouble, and you really didn't want to be in trouble with Uhtred. Your fear of getting in trouble with Uhtred was calling you to stall and hide behind a tree, and out of sight from the guard and the pretty Dane. 

You weren't scared of Uhtred, you just didn't want to disappoint him by not listening to him. You really did plan on listening to him, but your curiosity had gotten to you, and you spent the last 30 minutes making a plan of action. A plan to talk to the pretty Dane. It definitely wasn't the best plan, to be clear. But with a little luck, you would have your chance to talk to him. 

You didn't understand why this Dane you knew nothing about had captured your attention. You knew he was dangerous and not on your side, was that what attracted you to him? Or was it the way he defended you in a way yesterday? You didn’t know, but you wanted to find out. 

“I’m gonna take a piss, don't move” A voice behind you said, you looked behind the tree to see the guard talking to the Dane. This was your chance; you didn't even have to distract him. The guard snickers and walks backwards “Not like you could move even if you wanted to.” 

You roll your eyes at the guard's remark, you watch as he walks through the trees and far out of sight. You wait a few more moments, just to make sure you would be safe and wouldn't be seen. You let out a nervous breath and step out from behind the tree. The Dane’s back was towards you, so he didn't notice you step out from behind the trees. You took a few steps towards the cart, only to step on a twig; alerting him of your presence. 

The Dane's head swiftly snaps to look at you, as soon as he hears the sound of the twig snapping under your foot. You smile shyly when the two of you lock eyes, taking a few more steps to now stand in front of him. The Dane just looks up at you, confusion in his eyes, he didn't understand why you out of all the people were here…right in front of him. 

“Here” You began as you crouched down in front of him, holding out a red apple for him; a gentle smile on your face, hoping that it would hide your nervousness. “I noticed you haven't eaten yet” You continued. 

The Dane hesitantly takes the apple from her hands. He wasn't going to at first, but the warmness he felt from your smile and eyes told him that it's okay. You looked into his eyes, and you couldn't help but be surprised at the sight, he had two different colored eyes, one blue and one brown. How peculiar, but beautiful you thought with a smile. You spoke with a soft tone “I’m Y/n, what's your name?” 

“I’m Sihtric” He tells you quickly, also looking into your eyes. You were so close to him, and he just wanted to memorize everything about you. His eyes widen when he realizes his mistake on the way he addressed you. “My Lady” he told you quickly and nervously. 

“You can just call me Y/n” You smile widely, you find his nervousness adorable. You didn't expect a ‘murderous and dangerous Dane’ to get so nervous and shy in front of you. Halig had told you earlier that he's a ‘murderous and dangerous Dane’ but he didn't seem like that in front of you.

 It was quiet for a few moments besides the sound of sihtric biting into the apple and the faint sound of birds in the distance, you didn't have much time you had to tell him. 

“Thank you Sihtric” 

“Shouldn't I be the one thanking you?” He says confused, motioning towards the almost finished apple that he scarfed down, maybe later he would feel a little embarrassed for eating in such a way in front of a lady, you really didn't care though. 

“I mean for yesterday” You clarified, your smile still on your face. 

“It's no problem my lady” He tells you, returning the smile with one of his own. You go to tell him that he didn't have to call you that but you close your mouth and look behind you when you hear footsteps. You sigh, you wanted more time with him. 

“I should go, Bye sihtric” You give him a faint smile before standing up, ignoring the small ache you felt in your legs from crouching for so long. You grab onto your dress and rush off before you could be seen and before sihtric could respond to you. 

“Bye Y/n” Sihtric whispered to himself as he turned his head to watch you rush off, a small smile forming on his face when you almost trip over the bottom of your dress. He watches until he can't see you anymore, he sighs and turns back around leaning back against the cart and hiding the finished apple behind the wheel. He missed you already, this isn't good he thought to himself. 

You weren't present when Sihtric held a sword to Halig’s throat and swore his sword and loyalty to Uhtred. You were at a table reading and eating some fruit, let's just say you were very surprised when you saw  sihtric walk past the table you were sitting at, following an annoyed Halig. Why am I always missing everything you thought with a huff. 

You were watching Halig and sihtric walk away when you felt a hand on your shoulder. You flinch and quickly turn around to see who it was, you let out a breath of relief when you see it's a smiling Uhtred and not some creep trying to cop a feel. Why did he always have to scare you! “Uhtred!” 

“I didn't mean to scare you, come on King Guthred wants us to join them to eat” Uhtred laughs we really need to work on her not being so jumpy Uhtred thinks. You really wanted to refuse but you knew you couldn't, it wouldn't be ladylike of you if you did. So, you sighed and stood up, holding your closed book to your chest. Uhtred smiles and wraps his arm around your shoulder and leads you to where King Guthred was sitting, Lady Gisela sitting next to him. 

You had left the table a few moments after Uhtred did, claiming that you were going to your tent to cool down from the beating sun. Lady Gisela who had noticed your discomfort earlier on was quick to say her goodbyes with a knowing smile. You were grateful to have her in your life. You glance at Clapa fighting as you walk past the group of men cheering for him. 

You sigh and hold your hands in front of you as you walk towards your tent, trying to ignore your guards' eyes that were on your back. He followed you almost everywhere if you weren't with Uhtred, he made sure not to stay too close to you, he knew you liked your privacy. You could see your tent in the distance, and you wanted to smile in relief, knowing that you could have some quiet and alone time in your tent. You pull back the flap of your tent and go to step in but stop in your tracks at the sound of someone calling for you. 

“Lady Y/n” Sihtric Greets as he walks towards you, only to step back and raise his hands in surrender when your guard steps closer to him and pulls out his sword telling sihtric to stay back. Your eyes widen and you step closer to them. “It's alright Matthew, you can leave us.” 

“My lady?” Matthew looks back at you with a confused look, his sword still pointing at sihtric. 

“I will be fine Matthew” You reassure him with a small nod. Matthew looks back at you one more time, before setting his gaze on sihtric and giving him, a glare and he slowly lowers his sword. Matthew doesn't break eye contact with sihtric as he steps back and takes his usual position at the side of your tent. Sihtric gulps feeling slightly intimidated by your guard. You smile at the slight fear in sihtric’s eyes, little did he know how much of a softie Matthew truly is. 

“Sihtric, we can talk inside” You smile motioning towards your tent, it would be nice to talk to him privately. Sihtric spares a glance towards your guard, before stepping forward and following you into your tent. Neither of them noticed a man hiding behind another tent watching the exchange, he didn't stay long before he rushed to tell what he saw to a certain Abbot. 

Sihtric's eyes widen when he steps into your tent, and he takes in the sight. He had briefly seen the inside of Halig’s tent when he was showing him around earlier, and it was no way near as nice as yours was. Sihtric wipes his hands on his pants trying to show you that he was nervous, and to be fair, he wasn't the only one freaking out about him being in your tent. You were too.

It is highly inappropriate to be alone in your tent, if only your mother could see you now. She's definitely turning in her grave at your unladylike ness. You ignore your nervousness and walk over to the table that has a jug of water and a few cups, you fill two cups of water up and turn around, holding a cup out for him. “Here” 

“Thank you, y/n,” Sihtric smiles as he steps closer to you, when he takes the cup in his grasp his hand brushes against yours, he's alarmed at how much your soft touch affected him, that's never happened before. 

“I missed a lot in a short amount of time, you aren't Uhtred's prisoner anymore?” You question him even though you already know the answer. You move to sit on your bed, the soft furs comforting you. You take a sip of your water while your other hand plays with the soft fur. 

“No, I swore my loyalty to him,” Sihtric said as his eyes followed every move of yours. He slowly took a sip of his water, cooling his dry throat. Sihtric stands still in his spot near the front of your tent. 

“So, I shouldn't be worried about you killing me then? Or Uhtred?” You smile teasingly as you lean back on your palm. Your eyes not leaving his as you tilt your head slightly. Sihtric feels his heart start to beat faster at the sight in front of him, you looked so beautiful, the teasing smile and look in your eyes was making him feel things he shouldn't feel. 

“Lady, I would never! I won't harm you or your husband.” 

“My husband?” You laugh out with a confused smile. I don't have a husband? 

“Uhtred is your husband, isn't he?” Sihtric questions, you find the way he tilted his head slightly as he asked adorable. 

“No no no, Uhtred is like a brother to me” You stumble over your words as you try to get them out as quickly as you can. You and Uhtred? No way. Why would he think that? You stop leaning back and sit straight as you look up at him. 

Sihtric licks his lips and tries to ignore the burst of relief he felt at your words. There was still a chance you were married; I hope you're not sihtric thinks. “Do…Do you have a husband?” 

“No i don't” You smile thankfully, you definitely weren't ready for marriage. You look down at your cup of water, why was he asking? You look up from your cup and to his eyes he is very handsome and asking if I am married, why is this making me so flustered “Do you have a wife?” 

“No lady, i don't” When sihtric says those words it's like music to your ears. Sihtric noticed the way your eyes lit up at his answer and he had to hide his smile from seeing your reaction. The tension was thick as the two of you stared into each other's eyes, neither of you wanting to break eye contact and neither of you knowing what to say. 

“Why did you swear your loyalty to uhtred?” You wondered aloud, finally breaking the silence. Sihtrics eyes widen, and he falters a little, as if he didn't expect you to ask him that. You lean back on your palm and take a sip of your water that you had forgotten was in your hand, you were too distracted by his beautiful eyes, but then again who wouldn't be. God he's so pretty.

“A lot of reasons really” He cleared his throat and took another sip of his water. You could see a lot of emotions in his eyes as he thought about your question. You scooted over on your bed and patted the spot next to you. If he did feel comfortable telling you those reasons you wanted him to be comfortable physically, not standing on the other side of the tent looking at you as if you were going to pounce on him any second. 

He hesitates but when you give him a comforting smile, he walks across the tent and sits next to you. Not to close, but close enough that had both of you feeling flustered. You noticed he seemed a little apprehensive as you playfully bumped your shoulder into his and offered him a kind smile. “We don't have to talk about it if you don't want to, i know we met not to long ag-” 

“My Father is Kjartan, and my mother was a slave” He cuts you off. You closed your mouth and made sure that you kept your face neutral at his confession. You definitely didn't expect that, and you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable by your shock. Sihtric looked down at his knees as he added “Kjartan showed me no love or care, I know what type of man he is, he's a terrible man. A man that I don't want to serve.” 

“Lord Uhtred, He's a good man. I want to serve a man like Uhtred, not my father” Sihtric finally gets the courage to look at you, readying himself to see anger or disappointment in your eyes at the fact that he's Kjartans bastard son. But he just sees your kind eyes. 

“Uhtred is a good man and he's lucky to have you. '' you tell him with a smile, squeezing his shoulder reassuringly. Sihtric looks down at your hand on your shoulder before quickly looking back at you, giving you a smile of his own. “I think I'm the lucky one.” 

“How so?” You voice out with a shy giggle, feeling very flustered under his gaze. His eyes were staring into yours, only breaking the flirty eye contact to glance down at your lips. Both of you absentmindedly leaning closer, you found yourself looking down at his lips before looking back up to his eyes. You were so close you could feel each other's breath on your face, but still not close enough, your fingers were just itching to pull him closer.  

“Lady y/n, Lady Gisela requests your presence” Matthew called from the outside of your tent, causing you and sihtric to jump apart. The annoyed curse you mutter under your breath causes sihtric to smirk. I did not expect that from a lady sihtric thought, but then again, he also didn't expect a lady to invite him in her tent. You were full of surprises. 

“I should go” you tell him with a nod, but your eyes tell him that you want to stay. Sihtric notices the look in your eyes and doesn’t stop the cocky smile to appear on his face. He stands up and holds his hand out for you so he could help you up. You take his hand and let him help you up, your hands still interlocked as he spoke “Of course My lady.” 

“Goodbye Sihtric” You smile up at him, you sadly let go of his hand. You liked the way his hand fit perfectly with yours, but you needed to go. Hopefully I can hold his hand another time you think happily. Sihtric leans down and takes you by surprise when his warm lips kiss your cheek. Just as soon as it happened it was over, sihtric steps back and gives you a cheeky smile, saying one last thing before leaving. “Goodbye y/n” 

Over the next few days, a lot happened, not to you…but a lot happened. Uhtred had made sure to keep you away and safe from everything that was happening. So, you spent most of your time with Lady Gisela and Hild and of course Matthew. You were surprised how much you had missed sihtric over the few days, there weren't a lot of chances the two of you could talk. Both Uhtred and Matthew were tense about everything that was going on so that had made them even more protective than usual. 

So that left you and sihtric to longing glances, small greetings through the day whenever you had the chance to, which was rare. Sihtric had started to miss you so much he even thought about sneaking into your tent at night to see you…he didn't think about it much. He knew Matthew wouldn't hesitate to stab his sharp impressive sword through his throat. 

The first time you had a chance to really talk to sihtric again was when you were walking towards your horse. Everyone was getting ready for the journey to Eoferwic, Matthew was with Hild helping her with getting her things, he was reluctant to leave you at first, but you had convinced him to go help Hild, saying something about how she wanted his help…it wasn't too hard to convince him after you said that. 

You were petting your horse when you heard the sound of footsteps, you quickly turned your head; the nervous look on your face turned to a smile when you saw who it was. Sihtric smiles and steps to your side, bringing his hand up to pet your horse's mane. You smiled back and looked back at your horse before saying “Would it be weird if I said I have missed you?” 

Sihtric grins and chuckles and looks at you, admiring your side profile. Your words made him happier than he thought they would you are really do something to me “I guess we're both weird because i have missed you to my lady.” 

“I have said several times that you don't have to call me that.” You scrunch your nose before trying your best to glare at him, but the laugh that slips past his lips causes you to smile and laugh as well. You were slightly out in the open, so in the back of your head you were a little worried that the two of you being seen laughing and close would cause some problems, but his next words made you forget your worries. 

“I know, but I like the way your nose scrunches up when I call you that. It's cute” Sihtric tells you after he stops laughing. Your eyes widen and you shyly look back at your horse. 

“What?” Sihtric asks when he notices the look on your face. Did he overstep? The last thing he wanted to do was make you uncomfortable. You saw the panic in his eyes, so you stepped closer to him and placed your hand on his arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. “I've been called many things, but never cute.” 

“Now that's weird” Sihtric flirts and tries to not make it obvious that he was looking at you up and down, admiring you. You had caught his eyes and felt a boost of confidence but before you could do anything the sounds of footsteps alerted you. Halig steps closer to the two of you, giving you a smile and nod before giving sihtric a heated glare. “Lord Uhtred needs you.” 

“Goodbye Lady y/n” Sihtric said to you, making sure to emphasize the lady. You nod and mumble your goodbyes, watching as he takes a few steps backwards before turning around and walking off to where you assumed Uhtred was. You hoped you hid your disappointment well, and that Halig didn't notice. 

Halig looks at you and asks, “Was he bothering you?” 

“No Halig, he wasn't bothering me” you tell him with a reassuring nod. Halig nods and gives you one more look before walking off. When you make sure he can't see you, your lips spread into a smile as you think more about the pretty dane. 

He definitely wasn't bothering me… 

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Sihtric Kjartansson

The Last Kingdom / Season 5

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Could you do a Sihtric x reader with the promo “don’t act like you don’t know I’m in love with you” ??? ❤️❤️❤️

Sihtric x Reader

Prompt 22. "Don't act like you don't know I'm in love with you"

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Season 5 spoilers

Thank you to @mrsaugustwalker who also requested this I hope you like ittt

Lots of you requested this with Osferth too but I felt it just fit Sihtric more and I have loads lined up for our baby monk dw

Finan and Uhtred imagines are on their way too you thirsty people

It was Aelfwyn and Cynlaef’s wedding day and your face ached with the pain of smiling so much. You were close friends with the late Aethelflaed and had sworn on her deathbed to protect and guide her child as if she were blood, a task you were willing to die for. Following the battle of Bebbanburg and the safe retrieval of your Queen’s daughter, you returned to Mercia before a Dane messenger sent word of your Godchild’s nuptials. A horrid storm in the midlands had kept you on the road longer than anticipated causing you to miss the vows but as you rode into Bebbanburg, the night creeping in, you realized the festivities had only just begun. 

The city glowed bright with the amber of bonfires and lanterns, tables lined the courtyard piling out from the ale house and the streets were filled with people dancing in arms while others raised their tankards to the happy couple laughing besides who you recognized as Lady Aelswith and her son King Edward. You swallowed, your throat grew tight as you were reminded of your lost friend, how happy she would be at the sight of her family together, her daughter happy. 

“Are you going to stay up there all day?” You looked down from your horse at the voice. Sihtric stood tall, his fingers clasped around your horse's bridle as he pulled you to a stop. Seeing him now made a flood of emotions drown you in seconds. You knew him well having fought beside him many a time. You could recall every moment you spent standing watch with him while Aethelflaed and Uhtred reunited and you could almost recount the various drunken nights Finan had shoved you into him at a table or in an Ale House, but how those evenings ended were left a blur in your memory. 

“I’m trying to consider whether you’re all real standing before me-” You pulled your leg overs your horse and slid down. Both of you knew you could easily manage such a task by yourself, but it didn’t stop Sihtric bringing his hands to your hips, helping place you on the groun as you slid down. Your eyes met his, your expression untelling. “I feel as if we should all be ghosts by now”

He laughed and as if realizing his hands remained on your side, he took a step away and tucked them behind his back. 

“You know we’re all too hard to kill”

“Oh I know” Your face was growing warm as he kept that stupid smirk on his face.  

“Y/N” A drunken voice bellowed from the otherside of the courtyard. 

Finan.

Both you and Sihtric turned as you took a step past him. 

“Trust me, I’ve tried to kill you all many a time now” 

Finan strode over to you, the ale you presumed he drank offering a more loose and smiley warrior as he met you half way with a hug. 

“You’re late. A certain someone hasn’t stopped asking for you all day” He pulled back and attempted a wink.

“Aelfwynn? I tried to send word I’d be late” 

Finan laughed as he looked behind you, smothering his smile with his ale cup. 

“Yeah-sure”

You went to question who he was on about when Sihtric shoved his way between the two of you. 

“Come, I’ll get you a drink. You’re already several behind”

“I can see that”

Sihtric led you through the crowd and with a few stops in between to reunite with friends and congratulate your Godchild, you finally made it to a barrel. The cold liquid rushed down your throat and it felt as if the ale had breathed a relief of life back into you as you looked over the crowd. 

“It’s nice isn’t it?” 

“It is Uhtred” 

The Lord engulfed you in a strong hug that squeezed you into a laughed. You had grown close with him over the years and a strange bond had formed from your protectiveness of Aethelflaed and the loss of both your friend and his lover, only your joint memories left standing. 

“You look well” He smiled as he held you back to fully take you in. 

“I am. But of course the last time you saw me I was caked in blood attempting to help retrieve your homeland”

“And for it I am eternally grateful”

You both smiled as you looked upon a dance circle formed around the biggest fire. 

Aethelstan had his arm looped with Aelfwynn as they circled each other through laughter. Their grandmother stood beaming at them from the edge of the crowd. Finan and Cynlaef’s were doing a similar sort of movement but it resembled more of a strange stumble of drunken old men as they danced. And then your stomach dropped. Sihtric became clear in the firelight, a woman you didn’t realize with her hand in his as she tried to teach him the steps. 

“You should dance with him” Uhtred took a gulp of his ale as you both watched, your arms crossed. 

“He is already dancing”

Uhtred chuckled “So go and take him. He is yours, is he not?” 

You choked on your drink, attempting to cover with a laugh.

“He is not. What makes you think that he was?”

“You are in love with him and he is you”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not-”

“I can see it with your eyes. The first moment you saw him all those years ago in Wessex, your heart burns for him”

You tried to act nonchalant “My heart does not burn-”

“You can lie to me Y/N but I can see it. The way you search for each other during battle, how he stays close to your side whenever he can, how you look at each other. You both breathe for one and other Y/N. It is about time you saw that”

You shook your head.

Uhtred sighed loudly, smiling in disbelief. 

“Why is it Saxon women always give such retaliation to the confession of men? My friend is in love with you, you know that. He has told you many a time-”

“You are both fierce warriors but it seems your bravery falls short when it comes to words Y/N”

Those drunken nights at the ale house. 

You scoffed. Questioning your bravery? You’ll show him. 

You chugged the rest of your drink, slamming the cup down on the barrel behind you. 

Uhtred smirked. You took the bait so easily. 

The ale led you through the rows of people as you joined the clearing around the bonfire. You made your way over to Sihtric but changed in the last step, linking your arm with another man as you spun. 

“Lovely to see you again Pyrlig” 

The monk laughed at the sight of you. 

“Y/N my God’s child. I’m glad to see you have safely returned to us once more” He laughed as you both changed directions and spun away. 

“Good to see you too Father”

Pyrligs smiled as he looked over your shoulder.

“I’m afraid for my safety you must change partners”

Your brows furrowed as you turned to where he looked over your shoulder. 

“What-”

Sihtric appeared once more behind you. He stopped short before linking his hand with yours, pulling you against his chest. 

“I didn’t know you could dance?” You laughed but his face remained void of tells as he looked at you. 

“I don’t but-” God’s the way his hand slid down your back, pulling you closer. “I will dance if it means no one else will get a chance with you besides me”

“You so suddenly want to dance with me?”

He notched his head to the side trying to hide a smirk. 

“ Don’t act like you don't know I'm in love with you”

You froze. 

“Sihtric”

He pulled his hands out of yours, snatching the ale of some bystander, downing the liquid. 

“Why do you never answer me back when I say such things?” He questioned, his eyes saying far more than his forced smile did. 

“Every time you have confessed you have been drunk. How am I to believe your word?”

He pulled you out of the way of the moving dancers. 

“Because you make my mind fog. Every time I look at you it’s as if the words melt away in my mouth. I do not know fear of battle or blood” You moved further through the crowd until you both stood under an archway separating two buildings. -”But every time I have tried to tell you how I feel, I get swallowed by this this breathlessness. But it turns out drunken me forgets all about that when he sees the way you look at him”

You tried not to smile, taking a step toward him.

“And how do I look at you?”

“Like you love me too”

You responded with your lips on his. The kiss was desperate and breathless. His hands fell down your sides and held you tight as he walked back against the wall. Your fingers curled into his hair as you moved. 

“They're kissing” A cheer sounded. You broke the kiss to see Finan with his arm around Uhtred as the two of them raised their cups, the rest of your friends joining in with laughs as they looked upon you and Sihtric. 

The man before you buried his head in the side of your neck in embarrassment before trying to shoo off the others. It was only when Hild appeared, ushering her boys away, did they all disperse leaving you in the arms of the man you loved. 

“Have you really loved me since Wessex?” You looked up at him. 

He went to deny the accusation when he realised it was a lost cause and smiled, red blushing his cheeks. 

“Since the very first moment you pointed your blade at me when we met”

“And everytime after?”

His lips met the skin of your throat, moving down. “I love you more and more” 

[fallingintoyourlilaceyes]

Jealousy (Sihtric Kjartansson x reader)

synopsis: An order from Uthred has Sihtric and you in a situation that is less than to both of your liking, for very seperate reasons. However it also brings to light more than what you were sent there to do.

warnings: Sihtric being jealous (obvi), smut but nothing too graphic, p in v, love confessions, afab reader

word count: 1.8k

taglist: @hopelesswritergall @foxyanon @sihtricfedaraaahvicius

(If you want to be tagged in the `kissing booth AU´, for a specific character/fandom or in general let me know in my asks, comments or DMs)

A/N: Thank you @wildchild2707 for the lovely request! I´m sorry it took a bit to actually get to and finish it. I still hope you like it!<3

Dividers by me

You thought it was a bad idea, but when Uthred had come to you the previous night to talk to you about his plans for you and Sihtric to secretly spy on another clan of Danes that had settled to draw the borders between Daneland and the remaining land ruled by Saxons even further, you couldn't deny him. Still, you spend the whole night awake with all sorts of bad feelings swirling in your stomach. It was one thing not to let the others know where you went, but to stage a fight... It wouldn't have been your first choice. The allegiance of the men surrounding you seemed to waver from day to day as it was already. Of course, Uthred wouldn´t hear any of these concerns. According to your leader the clan was prone to violent behaviour just because they could and made up of many different country men. Your knowledge of languages would come in practical according to Uthred, but the prospect of being able to use your knowledge didn´t make you any happier. Instead of planning a staged fight, he should have been planning the attack that wiped out the clan. A deep sigh left your lungs as you sit with the others, waiting for the operation to start. The sound luckily goes unnoticed by Finan and Osferth, who are too busy with their own banter to pay attention to their surroundings. It was driving you crazy. They had fought against Danes alongside women before. What made you so different from them that you weren’t good enough to do something you were easily capable of. At least in his eyes. He had seen you fight and now when he had the chance to harness your power, he was going so far as to even put someone by your side to, what, secure everything would go to plan? Sihtric breaks your line of thought by 'provoking' Uthred, catching the attention of everyone sitting around in the tavern. It was a mess with the two men 'arguing´ while Finan tried to intervene and conciliate them, of course to no avail. After several fruitless attempts you begrudgingly play your part.

“Sihtric.” You call out to him with a firm voice. Surprisingly having his attention immediately. The brown puppy eyes search yours as you continue to speak in a calming tone. “Let us go.”

The two of you make your way away from the ground. Ignoring the off handed comment from somewhere in the crowd about how whipped Sihtric must be to follow you so easily and how you had him henpecked. It made your blood boil and fists clench tightly to be reduced to this caricature of an angry housewife, but you had to prepare for the coming night.

When everyone finally goes to sleep, you sneak to the stables, take your horses and begin the journey to the new camp. It is tough, but you get accepted by them eventually and trusted enough to collect the information you want to get. Yet the longer you stay there, a change settles over your life, that no one could have foreseen.

Your plan going into the mission was to get in get the information and get out. To get involved with anyone as little as possible. If only plans always worked out the way they are supposed to.

Over time, you grew closer to one of the men. He had to be a few years older, yet you found yourself sparring with him often and even outside of that, something akin to the sentiments of a friendship formed between the two of you. Even if it admittedly made Sihtric quite huffy, you felt like Krystof saw you for all of you, there were no lingering or lusting glances or looks of underestimation and that felt nice, it truly did. It was a welcome change, even if the simple sight of it soured not only Sihtric's mood, but also the friendship you had once shared. If one could have called it that before, it surely wasn't anymore now. Discussions of what information you had gathered and steps to take from then on were laced with sarcastic comments of all kinds. Every single one going ignored or being answered by a roll of your eyes. You told him often enough why you were leaning into the affectionate behaviour of some of the men. It is not until one dinner that you get an explanation ass to where these remarks stemmed from.

Krystof and you sat together, eating and talking with your heads close together as to understand each other over the noise of the others, when you catch Sihtric shooting you another one of those sour looks.

“You are aware he is far beyond wanting to simply hump you, right?” Krystof asks with a conspiratorial grin.

“Do not be silly now.” You scold him, but the smile on your face is firm in its place.

“I am not being silly; this is a man deep in love if I have ever seen one. A very jealous one at that.” He insists.

You look over to Sihtric who looks about ready to murder the entire settlement by himself. Quickly and to not raise suspicion, you turn back away from him, but barely get enough time to open your mouth to say something to your new friend, when someone taps you on the shoulder.

“We need to talk.” Sihtric began. The words not a question, but a statement. “Now.”

“Are you feeling well Sihtric? You are quite red in the face.” You noted the state he was in. Breath heaving his chest, fists clenched and a red tint colouring his face.

“Yes, I have never been better. I need to talk to you.” He insists.

“What is this about? You have been behaving so differently ever since we arrived here.” You question the dark-haired man as the two of you enter the empty stables nearby.

“Do you seriously have to ask why?” His answer is more affected and rawer than you would´ve thought it would be, making your heart skip a beat in surprise.

“Would you please just explain it to me?” You ask this time with more insistence.

For a moment there is silence between the two of you while Sihtric is struggling to find the right words.

However, the moment concludes with not a verbal answer, but his rough hands cupping your face and as your eyes widen and your heartbeat accelerates, he pulls you in to press his lips to yours. Expressing every feeling he harbours for you with the touch. It takes a moment to process what is happening, moving you to pull away from him.

“The depth of the affections I have felt for you since the moment I first laid my eyes on you is too far to ever be accurately put into words. Out of respect of your lack of interest in romantic relationships I swore myself to stay away, but seeing you fully lean into the pretty words those men poured into your ear like honey, drives me wild. Tell me, what changed so suddenly?” Sihtric's words are raw with emotion. So much that it would have stunned you, where you a different person.

“Sihtric, you would not have to ask this if you heard the way any of Uhtred’s men talked about women? Even the women who fought along them? We are nothing more than objects in the end. Here I am recognized for the qualities I have, not the ones that men wish I would have. Besides, it got me a ton of information we otherwise might not have gotten at all.” You doubt your words will make much of a change, yet Sihtric seems to always be good for a surprise.

He pulls you close once more, the hold on your body is gentle enough for you to pull away should you wish to, but still firm enough to show his intention.

“If you allow me, I will prove to you that I am not like them.” He whispers against your lips, waiting for a sign of your consent.

Which follows in the form of a nod and a whispered “Yes.”

In the blink of an eye his lips crash onto yours again in what this time is a reciprocated kiss. Your lips move together in perfect synchronisation. Languid movements speak the depth of your affections for each other into the world. Your hands move to wander over his strong upper arms, feeling the muscles tense underneath. All the while the dark-haired man pushes you backwards to lay against the stack of hay, never once breaking the sweet, yet passionate kiss.

Your heart beats wildly against your ribcage, warm breath huffing against his face like his does yours.

“I have dreamt of this forever.” Sihtric muttered.

His hands are all over you. Caressing you with the most reverend touches anyone has ever graced you with, making your heart beat out of your chest as the two of you begin to undress each other slowly. Hands moving over ever inch of skin as it gets exposed. Everything about this moment steals the words and thoughts right from your brain. In truth you had been feeling much the same for him, yet you had never seen a chance for the two of you to be together like this.

“You are a goddess.” Sihtric´s quiet voice in your ear pulls you from the attempt at coherent thought.

His surprisingly soft lips ghost over the shell of your ear, but the tingling is soon overshadowed by his hard length running through your folds to tease before positioning himself at your entrance. With slow, deliberate movements he pushes inside of your tight hole, setting a steady pace. Even the dull feeling of fullness only aids in the conveying of the affection the two of you have for each other. This isn't senseless humping. With expert moves Sihtric brings you closer to climax.

A string of desperate “I love you”´s falls from your lips uncontrollably, like a prayer, voice raw from whining and moaning.

Each one is answered by Sihtric calmingly shushing you as one of his hands caressed your forehead, eventually settling to rest against your cheek.

Your eyes move up to meet his and Sihtric bows his head to lean his forehead against yours.

“I have always loved you.” He mutters breathily.

His lips capture yours to muffle the louder growing whines and whimpers and with steady, deliberate, perfect rolls of his hips, you are made to feel the waves of pleasure crash over you. Your legs tighten behind his back to pull him close as your hips shake and walls flutter until he follows off the edge. Shooting his seed into your cunt until he has no more to give.

The two of you remain there until you hear voices filing out of the hall, basking in the afterglow of your love making and each other’s presence now that the tension had been dissolved. You were aware that there were still things to talk about probably, but now was not the time.

[vleanne]

𝖤𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 s.k.

Summary: Faith decided to keep you away from each other but still so close it hurt.

Warnings: smutty scene, forbidden relationship, unfaithfulness etc(I do not condone cheating and being unfaithful to your partner but this was quite a fun idea to write)

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader

Author's Note: I believe that season three it's Sihtric's best look but still him in season four deserves more recognition.

⤹His kiss was addicting. The gentle words he whispers in your ears as he moves you on top of him faster were melting your heart.

"This has to end.." You whimpered, feeling him deep inside you. His lips were placing wet kisses on your neck, his hands bringing your body impossibly close to his naked one.

Sihtric simply nodded, stealing yet another kiss from you "Only this time…and then we stop I promise"

You've heard the same sentence for more than three years now. Every time he made the promise it was just another lie to conceal what was truly going on.

Your fingers traced his tattoo, your hair falling in front of your face.

Gods be damned for making you this beautiful. He couldn't resist you. He didn't want to.

Sihtric lied to himself that he would eventually stop. He was married and had children, but a voice from the back of his head told him to have you. Only for a night. It was enough.

Only it wasn't.

You moved your hips faster chasing those few seconds of pure delight for the third time that night. Sihtric allowed you to take the lead, unbothered.

He reached between your thighs and drew circles on the most sensitive spot.

Your tears streamed down your face, guilt and pleasure all hitting you at once.

It hurt so bad. Not only for you but for him as well.

He wanted you to be his once again just like before. Before the marriage. When it was just the two of you. For him it was torture to be next you and not be able to kiss you and claim you as his. After all you were everything he ever wanted.

Sihtric reached up to your face and kissed you tenderly, taking all the pain and swallowing your salty tears "Please.."

He moved you beneath him, his hands holding your hands tight above your head, taking you with an unexpected force.

The feelings were too overwhelming and you soon fell prey to the pleasure.

Your bodies were covered in sweat, heavy pants filling the room.

For a moment you heard Uhtred's children gossiping with Finan and Osferth. They most definitely heard you two but chose not to speak on the matter.

They left you to deal with your actions.

Sihtric rested his forehead on yours, fingers playing with the wet strands of hair "I know it's wrong believe me but-"

You didn't let him finish as you tangled your hand in his hair "We have to stop Sihtric..please"

He sighed, stealing one more sloppy kiss from you before getting up.

You saw him get dressed and go downstairs, telling Finan about wanting to get a drink.

Alone in the room, you managed to clean the mess that was on the sheets and put yourself together. Turning your face to the window you saw a few riders approach the place.

▸let me know if you want me to write for someone in particular in the comments

[dirtytransmasc]

little things I noticed in The Last Kingdom that make me smile;

Sihtric and Finan have matching hair beads (they go along the top of the ear)

in the episode 4x8 (around 34:41) Sihtric keeps Osferth standing when he starts to pass out cause Finan got him so drunk. He pats him and tells him to stay awake, and then proceeds to watch him quite closely for the rest of the episode

after the slave ship, Uhtred never makes Finan row again, even during emergencies

Finan is always takes care of Uhtred (feeds him and gives him his cloak when he's sick, checks over his injuries after Edward has him tortured, hugs him and helps him mourn after losing *insert a list of characters Uhtred has lost over the span of the show*

Sihtric treats aethalstan like a little brother. when they were being hunted down, and we're corned by eardwulf, presumably about to die, he hands him a dagger but makes the stereotypical bug brother "I want it back" comment. he pretends to be grouchy with him but protects his life and childhood with his own.

furthermore, when running from eardwulf Sihtric and Finan both hold his hand while they run.

finan treats aethalstan like the child/children he lost (we know prior to the slave ship he was married with children, but we don't know much)

osferth is used to having no one when he first joins the group so he tends to drift away, anticipating being rejected, so the others physically draw him in and show him rather then tell him they love him. particularly finan.

Sihtric always looks to finan when nervous or unsure. they click their weapons before battle so Sihtric knows he has someone to fight for, to live for, to go back to.

it was finan that helped him find his faith, even if Sihtric was a pagan and Finan was a Christian.

Sihtric started having some sort of trauma response to being tied up and Osferth immediately started trying to calm him down despite having to armed men with orders to watch them die or slit their throats if it took to long, standing 5 feet away from them.

Sihtric, Finan, and Osferth are considered "Uhtreds pretty boys"

pyrlig became a priest in attempt to retire, then met Uhtred, and he was forced to throw retirement out the window and hasn't known peace since

the boys loves Hild like a big sister/mom

Uhtred has been shown to form deep connections with his horses

no matter how much osferth grew, he remained the groups baby, and they loved him to peices.

[moonlight-rider25]

Ale House Maiden

Purely TLK sumt! Featuring reader, Finan, Sihtric, and Uhtred. 

Word count:  6019

Warnings: Rated X, swearing, light bondage, unprotected sex, all the jazz...

You've been serving at the Cookham ale house for as long as you can remember; a career choice your mother thought would fit you well seeing as your greatest qualities in life were your big bosoms and your ability to flirt with any man near. She wasn't wrong; and through the years the job served you well. Especially when intoxicated men became regulars leaving handsome tips for you. A few of those regulars in more recent years were none other than Lord Uhtred and his men. 

The moment they stepped through the ale house door your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. They were all devilishly handsome; their hair, their voices, their demeanor and the courageous ways they carried themselves, their huge toned bodies that towered over normal towns folk… not to mention their especially kind tips of silver. There was nothing that you loved daydreaming more, than the mere image of one of those strong men taking you in their arms and having their way with you up against the wall, or on a table, or even outside behind the ale house…

It was an especially rowdy night at the ale house, and you were nonstop from the moment its doors opened. A celebration of sorts was happening within the town and along with it, many eager paying individuals ready to celebrate by getting drunk. Your forehead damp from the hustle in the ale house, you poured several more cups full of fresh ale, gathered them in your arms and set out for the table to place them at. Squeezing your way through the crowded ale house and over a few passed out drunk on the floor, you made your way over, and set the large cups of ale down with a thud. You felt the eyes of the men heavy on you, as they usually were, while you unloaded your arms of the cool drinks.

"Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?" You ask without looking up.

"I'll take a tall drink of you lassy!" His thick Irish accent cuts through the rowdy ale house as he speaks.

You glance up towards him, his glistening brown eyes peer up at you. You try your best to compose yourself after realizing who it is that's speaking to you; Finan. You'd know that voice anywhere. You smirk and dramatically toss your hair back behind your shoulders exposing your well rounded and exposed chest.  His eyes light up, and the other men near him lean closer getting a better view.

"Make that two!" Shouts another man near Finan.

"Ayee, yer married, ya fool!" Finan teases the Dane looking man you know of as Sihtric.

You giggle to yourself and bite back your bottom lip, eyeing them dangerously.

"Perhaps after closing, darlings." You wink as you tell them flirtatiously.

A few of the other men begin cheering, hooting and whistling towards your comment but you dismiss it to natural manly behavior. You smile pleasingly and begin to depart from the table when you bump into a rather large man.

"My apologies." You say discreetly, trying to weave through the sea of men. 

But he stops you. His giant rough hands on your shoulders; you stare up in disbelief before you. His piercing blue eyes stare down at you, turning your insides to goo just being so close to him.

"My lord!" You say clearing your throat. 

He chuckles to himself and eyes you devilishly. 

"What can I..do for you?" You ask sheepishly.

"Oh, no! No not at all.." You reassure him in a shy voice.

"Are my men giving you a hard time?" He asks with a smirk though his huge calloused hand.

You swallow hard peering into his deep blue eyes and try to maintain a steady breath. He releases your face, his thumb trailing down across your chin, he slips between you and others heading back to his table. 

He releases your shoulder with one hand and traces his thumb along his bottom lip, deep in thought as his eyes trail up and down you.

"Well let me know if they do.." He says, finally; in a raspy whisper. 

Stunned, you fumble your way through the crowd back to the bar and down a lonely cup of ale. You wipe your hands on your apron and begin pouring more drinks for the eager men sitting before you. Your mind spins from the events that just happened but your muscle memory kicks in and drinks are being served as usual. Men smiling and ogling over you leaving you handsome tips in the process. 

He stands still for a moment still eyeing you. Then cranes his head down closer to yours and places his hand on your chin gently pulling your face towards him.

A little while later you hear the shouting of men begin to start a brawl in the middle of the ale house; you roll your eyes and sigh looking around to see if anyone is breaking it up. Of course per usual, the onlookers are doing no such thing; other than shouting them on, and encouraging the behavior. You toss your arms full of ale onto the closest table and rush to the center of the room. Two very drunk individuals are shoving each other around the circle of shouting men. 

"Out, come on we can not have this in here!" You shout over the crowd.

Shoving your way through the formed circle of men you reach the center and see the two inebriated trouble makers.

"ENOUGH!" You try to yell louder over the noise "GET OUT, OUTSIDE WITH YOU! NOT IN HERE!" You shout louder.

You yell in pain and cover your face. You pull your hand back and see the bit of red dripping from your fingers. Your eyes wetten as you swallow the mouthful of blood. You spit on the floor and grip your white apron with shaking fists. 

"STOP IT NOW!" You demand as loudly as you can.  Your voice is still not heard. But instead the larger of the two is cast in your direction and his big bald head smacks into you.

"GET THE FUCK OUT YOU BASTARDS!" 

Your words are of no use as the two men grasping each other by the shoulders fling one another around the circle. 

The crowds yelling settles a bit as the attention has been taking from the men to you. And swiftly you see a table of men get up at once and grab the unruly men in the middle of the circle. Their presence opens a wide hole in the sea of men and they pluck the belligerent fighters from the floor and drag them outside. 

A dark figure emerges from behind, casting a large shadow on you.  You hear him plunk himself down at a seat by the bar without a word.

"Damnit!" You yell as you spit again. 

"Sorry…I'll be right with you.." You inform them over your shoulder, still trying to steady the bleeding. Your rag finally turning less and less red, you spin around and spy Uhtred sitting at the bar waiting patiently with a handsome smile painted across his face.

You breath wavers, uncurling your clenched fists, you wipe your face again with shaky hands. Seeing more redness still forming at your lip, you storm off back to the bar and rinse your mouth a few times with some water. But the redness still remains. 

You bite back your grin, trying not to wince at the pain as you eye the heroic warrior sitting so patiently watching you tend to your bloody lip. 

"Oh dear", you snicker "Can I help you?" You ask, your voice full of laughter. 

"Perhaps.. but I believe I should help you first." Uhtred grins and extends his arm out towards you. 

You inch closer to him and he reaches out grabbing a clean rag from behind the wooden bar. He dips it in a nearby cup of ale and gently dabs it over your swollen bottom lip. You cringe at the sting and instinctively reach up clutching his huge arm.

"It's alright." He whispers to you calmly. 

You release his arm and he cautiously tries to dap at your lip again, even softer this time.

"...Thank you." You tell him.

He smiles and continues to cater to your swollen lip, you can't help but stare madly into his gorgeous blue eyes, watching his two perfect pink lips turn up a little as he tends to you. 

"What's your name?" He asks.

"...Y/N" you tell him faintly. 

"Well, Y/N…" He allows his words to linger in the air for a moment.  “You’re going to be swollen and sore for a bit but I do believe you’ll recover just fine…” A smirk turning up at the corners of his lips. 

You relax against him a bit, comforted by the tone in his words. A smile spreads across your face instantly stinging your lip and flees, all too quickly. 

"Thank you, my lord.. I suppose I am in your debt…" 

His smirk grows into a smile.

"Please, call me Uhtred.'' He tells you with a grin.  His eyes twinkle in the dim light as they peer back at you. “..Though I hate to inform you, your debt will have to be paid to my men.." 

He pulls his hand away and drops the stained rag on the table before you. You cast him a look of suspicion and he laughs leaning against his elbows on the bar. His face only inches from yours; he sits peering into your eyes for a moment and it makes your mouth go dry.

"Your men?"  You ask, swallowing down the harsh lump as best you can.

"Mmm, mmhmm" He hums quietly before taking a long dip of ale.

You peer around the side of Uhtred's head and spy Finan and Sihtric standing watching you from a distance. 

"They were hoping since they cast those bastards out; as you so lovely put it…" Uhtred places his ale cup back down on the table. "...That you would make good on your promise…" He says with a mischievous smirk.

Your eyes peer back towards the incredible handsome man addressing you.

"What promi…." 

Your face fills with redness and you feel the heat rising in your chest. Uhtreds stares at you with a charming and equally malicious look as you come to the realization. 

You run your hand through your hair and take a long sip of Uhtred's ale holding it in your mouth wondering how you landed yourself in such a spot. If only all things were as easy to conjure if only by daydreams and imaginings. 

"Your men?" You ask after a large gulp.

"Mmm"

"Sihtric, and Finan?" You take another large gulp of the ale.

"Mmmmhmm."

"Wish me to bed!?" 

Uhtred casts his look down towards the table and you finish his remaining ale in his cup for him. He shakes his head and looks back up grinning ear to ear at you.

You pour another full cup of ale for Uhtred and grab another for yourself as well, gulping its coolness down in disbelief. 

"...I can't disagree with them." He says, shaking his head again.

"No?" You ask him, bringing the cup to your lips again.

"Why do you sound so surprised?.." he asks, staring back at you. "You’re beautiful, tough,…bonnie, as Finan would say." He chuckles as the words escape him.

Uhtred leans back in his seat and taps lightly on the table.

"Well…" you say before taking another long sip.

His face is soft but still smiling and you can't help but stare back into his delicious blue eyes.

"..Well?" Uhtred asks in a smooth mysterious voice.

"No, I can't.."

"...Well they're going to have to wait till I shut down the house.." You tell him with a sly smile, reminded by the stinging of your lip instantly. 

You place your cup down by his hand and allow your fingers to graze past his huge calloused knuckles. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer toward him in a smooth, gentle motion.

"We'll be back then.." He says only inches from your face. 

He releases you and stands gesturing to the others before heading out the door. Finan and Sihtric keep their eyes on you till the last second before disappearing into the darkness. 

"And no more brawls tonight!" Uhtred calls out over his shoulder before disappearing along with them.

You slump down behind the bar and clutch your chest. Your head whizzing in every direction. (What on earth have I gotten myself into...)

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The rest of the night spirals by in a furry. You do your best to keep your focus on the tasks at hand, but it's nearly impossible to keep calm knowing what's in store for the end of the night. You keep replaying the conversation in your mind wondering if it was all just a bluff, then your heart drops out of your stomach thinking about standing and waiting for no one in the darkness after you lock the ale house up. Drink after drink floats from the bar by your hands and before you know it, the bar has died down. You try your best to cast the rest of the men out and tidy up the few remaining cups from the tables. Your mind is almost at ease before you hear the door open and footsteps entering. 

You turn and see them standing and watching you; lust and wonder heavy in their eyes.  You clear your throat and dump the cups into a pail. Sihtric and Finan stride towards you and lean up against the bar.; slick smirks on their face as they eye you devilishly. Uhtred appears from behind them, his arms crossed and not so impressed looking. You swallow hard meeting his eye. 

"Why the long face?" You ask leaning forward against the wooden bar on your elbows.

 Finan and Sihtric carefully watch your movements and seem to be pleased.

You allow your hips to dip and dance for their amusement and you hear the two whistle and hoot in response. Uhtred, clearly unamused by their comments, slams his fist upon a nearby table, and you spin around startled. 

"Well, come boys…" you tell them, waltzing out from behind the bar and towards the back rooms of the house. 

"She is a lady and will be treated like so!" He commands them in a deep low voice. 

Uhtred smirks but says nothing. 

You feel the smile creeping up across your lips and bite it back.

The men look at you, and you point them in the direction down the hall.

"Second room on the left.." You tell them.

They skitter away eagerly and you turn your head back to Uhtred. He inches closer gripping at your waist.

"You don’t have to do this, you know..." He tells you quietly.

He shakes his head a bit, the smirk emerging at the corners of his lips. You roll your eyes, leaning in against him, playing with the straps on his chest.

“Is that a hint of jealousy I detect in your voice?” You ask him with a giggle.

" ..I would.." you pause staring up towards him wondering if you should utter the words on your tongue. He returns the mournful look towards you and you swallow hard trying to gather the words once again.

You suck a deep breath in and exhale with a sly grin on your face.

"...I would gladly take you over those two, anyday…" you tell him quietly. 

He grips your hand in his and brings it to his mouth pressing a soft kiss on it. You pull your hand away and replace it with your own lips. The touch instantly hurts your lip from earlier. Uhtred pulls back gently feeling your swollen lip graze against his.  You peer up into his glimmering blue eyes and he watches as your chest rises and falls with each deep breath. You reach up and pull his head closer, colliding your lips together again, regardless of the pain it's causing you. He pecks gentle kisses on you at first. Being mindful of your swollen lip, but before long, has his mouth enraged upon yours. His tongue tangles with yours as you moan into him. 

His hands slide up your sides gripping the ties of your dress before unlacing the back and prying it from your body. You gasp against him and he pulls his head back taking in the view of your naked chest as he peels your dress down over you. He chuckles under his breath and licks his lips before pulling you back towards him; sucking and kissing at your neck and shoulders. You wrap your hands around his neck and moan softly against him as your core quivers from his touch. 

He breaks his mouth from your chest and spins you around. Tightly held in his arms against him you feel his hard eager cock pressing gently against your ass. He unties the rest of the ribbons down your back and allows your dress to fall to the ground. He presses hot wet kisses over your bare shoulders.  You reach up entwining your hand in his hair; his hands come out from behind cupping and groping at your tits. He spins you back around and looks you up and down in your nakedness. His hand winds down over your bare ass, and he pulls your thigh up around him. His fingers graze against your wet core and he snickers watching you groan and pant at his touch. 

"Go settle their needs…" He tells you, his fingers edging into your wet core. 

You groan against him as you feel his warm blunt fingers slide inside you for a brief moment.  

You meet his eye and smile brightly at him, he places you softly down on the ground unwrapping yourself from him and smacks your ass as you stumble down the hall before him. 

“..Keep that for me, yeah?”

Your legs wobbly as you make your way down the dark hall; a grand grin painted across your face.  You wrap lightly on the door and Finan opens it with a lustful smile. He swings the door open and pulls you in admiring your body. You swallow hard and he takes your hand gently in his. You stand naked in between the two tall muscular men, they've striped their outer clothes off but only you stand naked between them.

“But that mouth…” he tells you in a whisper, then pecks a small gentle kiss on your lips. 

Sihtrics fingers trace long gentle strokes down your shoulders followed by light wet kisses. He grips your hips firmly and grasps at your naked perky ass. Finan stands a few steps back, enjoying the view.  You smile flirtatiously at him, enjoying Sihtrics mouth; hot and eager upon your sensitive skin. You bite back a gasp as Sihtric presses himself against you forcefully, his hands slither out from behind you and go in opposite directions.  One up to cup your breast and the other down between your legs at your wet core. 

Sihtric mumbles low against your ear.

“She's ready for us, already.” he informs Finan with a chuckle.

Finans tongue darts out of his mouth and licks his lips. You meet his eyes and gleam at him, allowing Sihtric mouth to caress down your neck and shoulder. Finan shifts in place and swiftly removes his thin shirt swiftly up over his head. His chest speckled in hair gleams with a thin layer of sweat and he tosses his shirt to the side watching you. His arms flexing as he does and you giggle quietly watching him with a smirk. Finan smiles back at you and makes sure your watching him while he tugs at his waistband.  His cock stands protruding against the thin layer of fabric. He pulls his pants taunt against himself and thrusts dramatically in your direction before smiling and reaching his hand down into the thin layer of fabric against his hard cock. 

Finan sucks a deep inhale in and meets your eye, while his hand in his waistband strokes his hard cock slowly. 

“Oh no,” Sihtric purrs seductively in your ear. “He likes to watch…” 

“Ay I think she also likes to watch…” Finan says in a low husky tone.

Sihtrics fingers creep down between your legs and make small quick circles around your swollen mound. You groan quietly, instinctively reaching out towards Finan, but Sihtric keeps you in his grasp.

Sihtric cups your ass and you instinctively jump up into his arms. He engulfs your nipples with his mouth and you let a low moan escape you. He sucks and laps eagerly at your chest, backing you towards a tall standing workbench and places you carefully on it. His mouth swiftly moves down the front of your body and you tangle your fingers into his hair as he makes his way slowly down between your legs. You lean back against the cold bare wall, arching your core towards him and he moans happily nipping at your thighs.  You watch as Finan admires the sight of your bare chest rising and falling rapidly.

“..Can’t disappoint him now can we?” You giggle against Sihtrics' neck.

Sihtric begins slowly at first, licking soft laps at your wet core. You moan against him pulling at his head, but he takes his time and builds you up slowly.  You feel his warm soft tongue dart out and drag across your sensitive clit and gasp. He reaches up with a hand and begins tracing tiny quick circles around your bud. Lapping and sucking gently around his fingers. You pant against him, eagerly trying to edge him on to move harder or faster. Finan is busy at work in his pants, breathing heavily as he watches you enjoy Sihtric.  

You flash Finan a devilish smile and turn yourself around against Sihtric. His arms caging you as he takes in the view of your nakedness.

You feel Sihtric smile against your wet throbbing core; and he stops. He rises up meeting your face, his hand still circling your eager clit. He presses his hard cock springing from his pants against your wet entrance and you wrap your arms around his neck desperately trying to encourage him towards you. He snickers, then plunges his fingers in between your wet aching walls and you cry out against him. 

“She's ready for you.” Sihtric laughs over his shoulder. 

Your eyes burst open as his touch escapes you. Sihtric is quickly replaced by Finan approaching you. His gleaming chest rising and falling as he places his hands firmly against your thighs. You pant against him and he grabs a handful of your hair, snapping your head back staring deeply into your eyes.

“Easy there kitten,” Finan whispers. “We're just getting started…” 

His huge rough fingers dance across your wet mound swirling and rubbing against your already so sensitive clit.  He reaches his hand up and sucks your wetness from his fingers. You swallow a heavy moan down your throat watching him eye you viciously as he does. He releases your head, grabbing at your ass and scooting you towards the edge closer to him. You buck towards him feeling his hard cock press gently into your thigh.  He cups your face, keeping your eyes set on his. 

“You have very beautiful eyes, my lady” He tells you slowly.  “I want to see what they look like with my cock resting deep inside you.”

You groan against him, bucking forwards still, searching for his cock with your hands, you line him up with your entrance and buck against him. His strength outweighs yours but the tip of his cock urges you to push further. You dig your fingers into his trim waist pulling at him to get closer. He beams down at you, holding himself back from you. 

A low chuckle erupts from deep within him. 

“We can do this all night, if you'd like…” He says with laughter dancing in his tone. 

You swallow a hard dry lump down your throat and try to relax against him. He smiles devilishly and takes your hands pressing a light kiss on both of your knuckles.  You watch him as he wraps a piece of rope around your wrists intricately, binding your hands together.  Your breath slows a bit, he watches you carefully. 

He places your bound arms around his neck onto his huge broad shoulders. Unable to do much more, you intertwine your fingers in his thick hair, tugging at it watching his eyes flutter as he growls low.  He holds your jaw with one of his hands and digs his fingers into your waist with his other. 

“...Behave..” He says in a low growl.  

His eyes are full of lust and determination. You lick your lips, eyeing his twitching cock only inches from you.  You buck towards him and he pulls out of reach.  You bite your lip meeting his eyes and buck towards him again, your ass nearing the edge of the table; yet he pulls away further. You grip another handful of his thick black hair and pull harshly at it.  He smiles as he groans out. You release your fist of hair and his head curls back with a grand smile on it.

“...That… is not behaving…” he tells you through a smirk.

You grasp huge handfuls of his hair with both hands this time, pulling him towards you with all your might.  

“..Then give me what I want, damnit…” You breathe heavily against him.

He smiles and reaches down between your legs, watching your eyes flutter open and closed as you moan softly against him. You feel his hot tip finally at your entrance, your core aching with anticipation. You swallow hard peering back into his deep brown eyes filled with lust and he watches you carefully…presses himself ever so slowly between your sore soaking folds. You groan against him, biting at your bottom lip trying to keep your eyes open for him to watch. His face studies you carefully watching as you take him inch by inch. Finally you feel him pressed against you and you explode with a moan against him. 

His face turns up into a devilish smile and he sits for a moment pressed as deep as he can be inside you. You pant against him and he pulls back a little before starting to thrust slowly and harshly against you. Your body jolts with each thrust and you moan against him, digging your fingers into his sweaty scalp as you buck towards him.  

“Faster!!” you pant against him. 

Your core slowly builds and twists up into a long awaiting spill.

He grunts against you, his mouth catching your neck and sucking hard against your damp sensitive skin.  He grips your thighs and pounds harder against you, your moans and his grunts filling the thick air around you. 

“Right there Finan!” You cry through your breathlessness. “Don’t stop!” Your walls clench tight  around his cock inside you knowing your own climax is just upon you. He groans a loud moan and stops abruptly.

“No! Don’t stop!” You cry again, thrashing against him.

He pulls himself out, his cock dripping with the murky white seed. He pants watching you with a smug smile as you squirm angrily aginst him. He picks you up and you buck against him, your wetness covering him as you twist insatiable in his clutch. You pant against him and he drops you to your feet. You collapse against him, your legs tingling and unable to hold you. He steadies you carefully before unhooking your arms from around his neck and uniting your wrists. He flashes a final devilish grin before inching aside while you almost collapse completely, before grasping onto Sihtrics' now bare body taking Finans place. 

Sihtrics fingers dance at your soaking core and you groan while squirming against his huge hand. He flips you around onto your stomach and gently bends you against the table. You pant against the hard wooden surface and feel his fingers trace carefully between your slick throbbing folds. 

“Do it!” you demand through your breaths. “Do it now!” 

You moan against the table arching your back up towards him and feel his throbbing cock as he lines up with your soaking entrance.  He plunges himself deep into your wetness, you groan loudly as your body jolts against his. You brace yourself. He squeezes your ass as it jiggles against his thrusts and arch your back as he dips in and out of your aching core. 

“I’ll have to personally thank all the Gods for your plump little feisty ass when I meet them” he tells you before smacking your other cheek.

He grunts as he slams wildly deep within you. You feel the waves building within you again and push harder against him with every thrust. Your breath staggers as he collides against you, he smacks his hand harshly against your ass again and you cry out against the table. Your climax builds more and more with each thrust as you moan out in pleasure. His thrusts quickly turn sporadic and ravenous as you hear him grunt from behind you. 

Sihtric smacks your ass hard and you groan out.

“I’m so close!” You moan out.

Your body quivers against him and the table.

“Cum, Sihtric, cum for me!” 

“Tell me to cum!” He shouts through his grunts.

He smacks your ass hard and your cry out

He slows and pulls himself out, you feel the hot seed spill out over your ass and lower back and squirm under him, your own orgasm quickly disappearing away as he pins you between himself and the table. You moan against the hard surface and pant wildly. 

“Christ, tell me to cum!” He demands again.

“Fucking bastards!” You mutter to yourself, while prying your shaky body from the table. 

They chuckle as they clothed themselves and you grab someone's nearby shirt before fleeing the room. 

“Thank you, my lady!” Finan calls happily down the hallway after you with a laugh. 

You wrap the man's shirt around you barely covering yourself and step out into the lit main room of the house. A smile grows across your face when his eyes shoot up and meet yours. He sits shirtless against a large wooden chair covered by a large fur, his blue eyes sparkling; peering back at you, his chest sculpted perfectly and his muscles bulging as he shifts restlessly in the seat. 

(Fuck) you whisper to yourself as you step cautiously towards him. He extends his hand out to you and you intertwine your fingers with his as you seat yourself carefully down, straddling one of his legs and gently rubbing your wet core against his huge string thigh. He groans softly gazing at you with heavy lust filling his eyes. You lean in against him and he catches your mouth with his finger. 

“...Keep that pretty little mouth for me?” he asks in a husky groan, tracing little circles around your lips with his thumb.

You reach up caressing his strong jaw in your fair little hands, and smile.

“Of course.” You answer him with a giggle.

He smiles back and pulls you against him, capturing your mouth hungrily and forcefully. You moan against him and he plucks the shirt down over your tits, his hands kneading and stroking them. You trace your hand down his toned chest to the opening in his pants. You eagerly pry at the ties concealing him and finally his huge hard cock springs free. He groans against you as you carefully grab his cock and feel him twitch slightly against you. He grasps your tiny face and his tongue invades your mouth hungry and wanting. He groans against you as you stroke him up and down. 

You pry your lips from his, and quickly replace your fair little hands with your hot wet mouth. He bucks up towards you and groans happily; his huge hand gently urging your mouth down further around his throbbing cock. You moan against him, your own core pulsating and eager to feel him inside you finally bring you to your long awaited orgasm. He sucks in a sharp breath as he thrusts himself down your throat. You choke back his throbbing cock, squealing slightly and he releases his hand from you. You pop up panting and place yourself on top of him, he inches down in the chair against the fur allowing you better access to him.

You hover over him, aligning yourself with him, and he twitches his throbbing cock against your soaking entrance. You whine out and he sucks your nipple into his mouth. 

“Uhtred!'' You moan as you lower yourself down on top of him. 

You feel your walls quiver as they wrap eagerly around him and he squeezes his rough fingertips into your hips. He grunts and thrusts up against you, sending a shudder through your body. You grind yourself hard against him, bouncing up and down on him. You pant and groan loudly as you ride him and he thrusts with you, making your orgasm grow quickly and wildly.  With each motion, you feel your stomach clenching tighter and your walls clutching faster against his cock. You dig your nails into his shoulders, riding him hard, he grunts with you and soon you feel your climax coming to a head. 

“Look at me Y/N, look into my eyes.” he pants breathless against you. “I want to see your face..”

He grasps your face and pulls you down close to his, sucking at your neck and jaw.

He thrusts up against you as you come undone on top of him. He moans watching you spill over his throbbing cock and you feel him shift his pace faster. You collapse against him, panting as you come undone on top of him. He holds you carefully, still plunging deep within you, letting you ride out your high limply on top of him. You shiver and then relax against him, before he lifts you effortlessly and spins around setting you on the table. His mouth catches yours and he devours your sweet sounds as he thrusts hard and fast against your aching core. You cling against him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pant as he fills you completely again. 

“Uhtred!” you cry bucking hard against him. "I'm so close!"

“Right there!” you squeal.

“Do it again” He says in a husky moan.

You grind against him and pant trying to keep your eyes open as you feel the knot inside you begin to erupt. 

You reach up clutching his huge strong neck and grind against him as he plows hard against you. He carefully clutches your throat with his huge hand sending a whole new kind of sensation down to your core. You gasp quietly as he rocks in and out of you watching your eyes flutter open and closed. Another orgasm tightening up in your stomach as he bucks against you. 

“Uhtred!” you squeal again. 

He thrusts sporadically, finally releasing his hand from your throat and you moan out loudly.  You buck up against him as the waves crash through your core again, leaving your legs tingling and your stomach uncurling. You rock against him as he moans into your bare shoulder. You feel the hot heat burst out inside you and groan happily against him. He gradually slows his pace, panting against you. You pull him back, colliding his lips with yours again. He pants heavily against you, resting his forehead to yours. After a long moment of catching his breath, he slowly pulls out; his tip dripping in cum as he leans over you panting. You reach down and grasp his twitching cock and he groans low against you. Your core throbs from pleasure and he leans down, capturing your mouth a final time with his. 

“Uhtred..” You pant against him.

He smiles coyly against your lips exhaling heavily.

“...One more time?..”

[mojogifs]

Sihtric & Domnal

The Last Kingdom / Season 5 vs SKMD

[fan-fantasies]

Double Agent

A/N: I feel like this is so bad and rushed up until the smut so I’m sorry!! I hope you still enjoy it!

Pairing: Sihtric x reader

Warnings: smut, choking, being tied up, degrading names (whore), mentions of violence

“Lord, Sihtric has returned!” Finan called through the great hall. Uhtred set whatever he was working on down to go greet his friend.

“Sihtric, you bring news from the north?”

“I do, Lord,” the Dane smiled. “Haesten is planning to travel south, expecting to meet us on the road because he is under the impression that we are marching soon.”

“Well he is not wrong,” Finan chuckled.

“He isn’t?” Sihtric looked at his friends confused.

“We will march in two days,” Uhtred said before returning to the great hall. Finan and Sihtric went to the ale house to catch up and enjoy the peace before leaving for battle.

The two days went by quickly, enjoying time with those who were to stay behind and preparing for battle. The journey north was not going to be a long one and Sihtric still was unsure why Uhtred wanted to meet Haesten on the road.

“Finan, how long have you known about this plan of Uhtred’s?” He asked.

“Since before you left,” Finan admitted.

“I’m sure Uhtred had his reasons for not telling me but how did Haesten find out?”

Finan just shrugged and went to find Osferth, telling Sihtric to be ready to move.

About two days into the journey, they were setting up camp for the night. Sihtric sat around the fire with his friends and while it was peaceful, everyone was on edge. The men were on guard and extra vigilant.

Sihtric noticed movement along the tree line. He didn’t say anything at first, wanting to make sure he was correct before making a big deal out of it. He excused himself from his friends and made his way behind the tents. He saw a figure walking ahead of him, cloaked in a dark robe, moving fluidly among the shadows.

He followed silently, watching out for anyone else that may be with this stranger. They headed toward Uhtred’s tent and Sihtric sped up his pace. He wasn’t going to let anyone sneak up on his dear friend and lord. His walk turned into a sprint as he ran at the stranger, grabbing their cloak and spinning them around. The two of the struggled in the dark for a moment but Sihtric gained the upper hand. He pinned his opponent on the ground but froze when he finally saw their face.

“Sihtric, what is going on?” Uhtred said, rushing from his tent when he heard the commotion.

“Lord, this woman was lurking in the shadows. I mistook her for a threat,” he said. Before he could say anymore, you flipped the two of you over and held your dagger to his throat.

“It was no mistake,” you snapped. Uhtred’s chuckle confused Sihtric.

“(y/n), come join me in my tent,” he requested. You smirked down at Sihtric before sheathing your blade and joining his lord in his tent. Sihtric had never been more confused in his life.

Something about you was familiar, but you surely had never been around Uhtred and his warriors. Then it clicked in his head where he had seen you before.

“Lord! She is one of Haesten’s women!” Sihtric yelled, bursting into the tent.

“Say that again and I will slit your throat!”

“Both of you, quiet!” Uhtred snapped. “She is a spy for both me and Haesten.”

“She is a double agent?”

“She is,” you said. “Can you leave us now?”

“Why didn’t you tell me, Lord?”

“He can stay,” Uhtred sighed. “And because I didn’t want to risk anyone finding her out.” He had hoped that his two spies would get along but that didn’t seem to be the case.

“She is how Haesten learned that we were marching,” Sihtric said matter-of-fact.

“Yes, she’s been planted in his camp for months.”

Uhtred filled in the both of you on the plans moving forward. Haesten still believed them to be on course but Uhtred was planning on looping around to catch them from behind. You agreed to stay with them until the battle, much to Sihtric’s displeasure. He didn’t trust you, not for one second.

This led to his constant vigilant watch over you. He did not let you stray far from him which annoyed you to no end. The two of you bickered the entire journey to the battle spot. Everyone was fed up with the two of you, even Finan who usually enjoyed watching others argue.

“I can make sure the two of you bunk together tonight,” Finan offered Sihtric with a knowing smirk. “Maybe if you bed her, you’ll both be more pleasant to be around.”

You overheard their conversation but feigned ignorance.

“Why would I want to hump that? She was Haesten’s whore at his camp; I saw it with my own eyes. I wouldn’t touch her even with another’s cock.”

Sihtric’s words stung, but you didn’t know why. Normally you wouldn’t care what someone said about you, but hearing his opinion of you made you shrink inside your cloak even further.

Osferth noticed your actions and sullen look. He walked closer to you and offered a small smile when you looked up at him. He was a sweet boy and his genuine kindness was enough to warm even the coldest of hearts.

“You should not stand too close, baby monk. It is said that I’m a whore and a crooked spy; what would that do to your reputation?” You asked with a dry laugh.

“It would do me no favors, lady, if only that were true- yet I know it is not,” he said softly. You couldn’t help but smile at him, silently thanking him for lifting your spirits. Your smile soon turned sour when your eyes landed on Sihtric glowering at the two of you.

The rest of your journey for that day was uneventful, keeping Osferth close to your side. Setting up camp was swift- everyone wanting to rest before the battle. Everyone was good ride early the next morning, setting off into the woods to find Haesten and his warriors.

“Lady, I have secured some extra furs for you. I fear the weather is taking a turn for the worse,” the young monk said.

“Then why not keep them for yourself?” You asked, amused when his cheeks tinged pink.

“Perhaps he hopes you would share with him, lady,” Finan teased. The red crept to Osferth’s ears as he excused himself. You chided the Irishman for his jokes.

“I’m sure it would be an easy enough task to accomplish. I’m sure you’re used to sharing your furs,” Sihtric sighed. Your stomach twisted in anger.

“And yet…I still would not share them with you if you begged,” you snapped. You grabbed the pile of blankets and retreated into your tent.

“I wouldn’t beg,” he grumbled to himself.

“Keep telling yourself that.” Finan winked at his friends before turning into his own tent for some sleep.

Sihtric found no luck in sleep as he tossed in his makeshift bed. He tried to convince himself that it was nerves about the looming battle, but that was not it. He couldn’t shake the thought of you from his head. He didn’t like you. He didn’t trust you. He didn’t know why you had captivated him from the moment he saw your face.

Against his better judgement, he slipped from his tent and over to yours. Your body lay still beneath the furs, silent breaths falling from your lips. You looked peaceful, agreeable even as you were not awake to argue with him.

He took a step forward to get a better look at your face, your aggravatingly beautiful face. Without a second to react, he was thrown to the ground with your furs now covering him. His body was pinned beneath yours as your blade teased his jugular.

“It is me! Sihtric!” He gasped.

“And? Why were you sneaking up on me while I slept?” You asked, not moving an inch.

“I…” Sihtric searched for an answer but found none. Why had he come to your tent? To talk? Merely to gaze upon you without fear of being rebuked? He surely did not know.

“I believe you wanted to dispose of me in my sleep,” you accused.

“I did not! I swear it. I wanted to talk to you and maybe build some trust before we are to fight beside one another in battle.”

“I never distrusted you. Disliked you, absolutely. But Uhtred would never keep the company of anyone who was less than loyal or an incredible warrior,” you said. Sihtric knew your words were true. If Uhtred trusted you, so should he.

“Then I wish to apologize. I let the fact that you were Haesten’s woman cloud my judgement of you.” Your blade pressed down harder at his words.

“What did I tell you about saying that?”

“It is not untrue! I saw you with him at his camp and coming from his hall every morning,” he told you.

“Men are fools- all of you! I would never let such a foul beast touch me. I misled him, teased him, surely, but never did I let him dishonor me.”

Sihtric felt a weird wave of relief wash over him. And soon after the relief came guilt- guilt over how he had treated you.

“For that I am glad, lady. For you deserve far better than him,” he admitted honestly.

“Yes, I know. I know my worth,” you sneered. You held yourself with such confidence it could be mistaken for arrogance.

“Will you let me up now?”

“Hmm…I don’t think I will. I quite like having you at my mercy,” you laughed unamused.

“Let me up.”

“No.”

“You’re insufferable!”

“You would know.”

Before another word could be uttered, Sihtric struck the blade from your hand and flipped you onto your back with your hands pinned on either side of your head.

“Who’s at whose mercy now?” He asked with a smirk. You couldn’t ignore the heat rising in your belly with the Dane on top of you.

“You win. Let me up.”

“Oh, I don’t think I will,” he mocked. You thrusted your hips upward to try and knock him off to no avail. “Try that again and I’ll tie you down.”

“Promise?” You rolled your hips again experimentally and the man above you growled. Growled.

“You are starting something you will not wish to finish, lady,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, I wish to finish; I simply do not think you could accomplish that task,” you teased.

Instead of admitting defeat and getting off of you, Sihtric surprised you with a forceful kiss. His grip on your wrists tightened and you whimpered, allowing his tongue access.

He finally let go and he expected you to push him off, but instead, you reached a hand between the two of you and palmed his cock through his pants. His hips involuntarily bucked and you chuckled.

“I thought you wouldn’t touch me even with another’s cock?” You challenged. Your grip tightened on his bulge and he whined.

“I believe you to be the one that’s touching me at this very moment,” he groaned. You rolled your eyes and released him.

“So one of Haesten’s whores is good enough for you now?”

“I do not like you, lady, but I will admit I was speaking from my ass earlier. You did not deserve my crude comments,” he said.

“Especially since they are untrue. I never let that sorry excuse for a man defile me. I would tease him, yes, but I have more dignity than that.” Sihtric’s gaze on your softened before a look of hunger arose in his eyes.

“So he has not touched you, lady?” He asked, allowing a hand to rest on your neck and slide down your chest.

“He has not.”

He groped your breast and you gasped.

“He has not touched you here?” He asked.

“N-no, Sihtric.”

His hand travelled lower, caressing your hip and moved to your inner thigh.”

“Here, lady?”

Your mind was going haywire but you managed to utter a ‘no’. He finally touched you over your clothed pussy, fingers teasing delicately at your folds.

“And here? Has he touched you here?”

“No, Sihtric. He has not!”

“Good, and no man will touch you beside me. Do you understand?”

“I understand. Please touch me!”

Sihtric tore your night dress in half and made quick work of your undergarments. You sighed in complaint as the cold air grazed your hardening nipples.

“Do not worry, you have extra furs to keep you warm tonight,” he chuckled.

“Yes, I must remember to properly thank Osferth for his generosity,” you said with a smirk. His expression darkened.

“You think of another man while lying beneath me? It seems I must make you forget that any other man exists other than me.”

He ducked down and captured your lips in a kiss. He licked and nipped, surely swelling your lips from the assault. He trailed love bites down your neck and across your chest as his fingers dove between your folds.

You were wet enough to take two of his fingers, but it was when he added a third that you felt that delicious stretch.

“Sihtric, please. No more teasing,” you begged as he curled his fingers inside of you.

“What? Are my fingers not enough for you?” He asked, pumping them in and out.

“They are more than enough, but I want your cock. I want to feel you, Sihtric. Do you not wish to feel me wrapped around you?”

“I wish that more than anything right now, but first things first,” he said before rolling off of you. You wanted to cry at the disappointment that washed over you but that feeling was soon replaced with excitement when he brought your hands together above your head. He used a spare length of rope you had from tying your tent and bound your hands together.

“You will keep them there or I will tie you to a post and leave you til morning,” he threatened.

“What a gentleman,” you joked.

“Do you want a gentleman that will make slow love to you or do you want a warrior who will fuck you until you beg for Valhalla?” He asked, pulling his cock from his pants. “Hmm? Would you like to be treated like a lady or used like a whore?”

“Use me, Sihtric.”

Before you could utter another word, he slid his cock into you in one fluid motion. You felt as though the air had been knocked from your lungs as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. He pulled out slowly before sinking back in, taking a moment to savor the feeling of you clenching his cock.

He began to fuck you relentlessly and it was hard for you to focus on keeping your hands above your head. His mouth trailed everywhere but your mouth and you desired nothing more than to pull him into a kiss.

“Sihtric, I need more!”

“You will take what I give you,” he growled in your ear. His hand clasped your neck, not tight enough to cut off oxygen but tight enough that it made you see stars.

His hips ground into yours with each thrust and you could tell you were approaching your end.

Your steady hands began to falter as you tried to bring them down around Sihtric. He noticed what you were doing and stopped his actions immediately.

“What did I tell you? You are not to move.”

“Sihtric, please let me touch you,” you whined.

“You are touching me though,” he chuckled as he began his rhythm once again. The hand that was on your throat disappeared betwixt the two of you and began circling your clit. The pleasure was too much as it pushed you over the edge.

Just as you were about to shout Sihtric’s name, he swallowed your moans with a kiss. His tongue invaded your mouth as his hips stuttered and he was spilling inside you.

He allowed you time to catch your breath before pulling out and untying your hands. You rubbed your tender wrists while he tucked himself back in his pants.

“You listened better than I expected,” he chuckled.

“Perhaps now you can trust me,” you joked half heartedly.

“I think I may need some more convincing on that,” he said before pressing a softer kiss to your lips.

You didn’t mind gaining his trust if this was how you’d do it.

[redpool]

Love how almost every Sihtric fanfic starts with the OC being captivated by his heterochromia.

[mommytauriel]

+ · 。~ attractive things sihtric does.

pairing: sihtric x female! reader | genre: fluff | warnings: none that i know of | wc: i didn’t count |

synopsis: an attractive man, does attractive things

request: no

note: i literally had just answered a ask and said that i would be taking a small break from writing, but then i had this idea and yeah, here it is!

thank you @destinyisall-tlk for letting me use the lovely gif!

surprises you with cheek kisses. it’s always a surprise, you will be in the middle of something and then you just feel his lips against your cheek. he loves the way your eyes widen and you break out into a smile. he just loves kissing your cheeks. every night before bed he kisses both of your cheeks, your forehead and then your lips. it’s his ritual.

back hugs. like the surprise cheek kisses, he just loves your reaction when he does it. your cooking? he’ll hug you from behind. your standing there talking to someone? he’ll hug you from behind. he will hug you from behind, any chance he can get. he loves the feeling of you against his chest and his strong arms wrapping around your waist. and he won’t just let go, he’ll stay there for a while, resting his head on your shoulder or head and just having a conversation, or just holding you quietly.

being a big spoon. again he just likes the feeling of you against him. he likes knowing that he’s protecting you in some way, by holding you close. he also likes knowing that he’s keeping you warm in the cold nights. he likes kissing your shoulder, whispering huskily in your ear and rubbing your side.

holds eye contact. he always has his eyes on you when your around. when your in a group of people, he keeps his eyes on you until you look back at him. he likes the way you fidget under his stare, and get all flustered. he also likes leaning closer to you, and keeping eye contact, smirking when you start to stutter over your words. he thinks your adorable when your all flustered.

he’s obsessed with you. like he can’t do anything without seeing you first. everything you do he wants to know about it, and it’s not in some type of possessive way, he just loves you and wants to know everything. he loves the way you talk, the things you do. will pass up spending time with uhtred and the others so he can spend time with you. willing to do things that he usually wouldn’t do if it benefits you in some way. he listens to everything you say and remembers it all. he knows you so well that he knows the small things that you didn’t even realize he knew.

note: like i said in the first note, i did not intend to write this! i have been struggling to write lately, so i wrote this small thing, definitely not my best writing but oh well, i do hope you guys enjoy this!

i do not know when the next part of promised to another will be posted. tbh i haven’t even written more than 400 words 😭

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

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Indelicate Tenderness | Sihtric x Reader

Pairing: Sihtric x Ealdorman's Wife!Reader

Summary: Your marriage to a much older Ealdorman was a political move and the inability to produce an heir in the traditional manner leads to your husband suggesting you look to another man for assistance. The rules? He must be the right sort, keep emotions out of it, and no one can learn of the affair so that he can claim the child as his own.

Wordcount: 5.7k | Other works.

Warnings: MDNI18+ Content. No use of y/n. Talks of having a child, Infidelity, Unprotected PinV(I will not write about medieval contraception methods.) If I have missed anything please let me know!

Authors Note: A certain book/film has given me brain rot and I've decided to make it everyone's problem by spinning it into this mess. Enjoy. HUGE THANK YOU TO @arcielee FOR BETA READING THIS AND OFFERING HER WISDOM AND FIXING MY AWFUL PUNCTUATION XO

Straightening the muscles in his back, Sihtric effortlessly instructed his horse to ease from a trot to a slow walk as he, Finan, and the band of men they had been ordered to bring to a struggling estate owned by the ageing Lord Eadwold approached the large oak gates on the edge of the walled property. 

Dismounting in the courtyard, he took in the mixture of stone and wooden buildings while guiding his steed to the stables as directed by a household guard and the group were met by Eadwold. The Lord’s hair was starting to grey and thin in places, with almost translucent papery thin skin that was beginning to sag under his light eyes. Sihtric imagined he was the type of man who had not shied away from battle in his younger years, but now a strong gust of wind could be all it took to knock him off his feet. 

“How were the roads, gentlemen?”  The old man greeted them croakily. 

“Very quiet, lord.” Finan offered with a polite smile. 

“Ah, I doubt a ruckus would bother you fellows too much.”

Sihtric willed his face to remain as neutral as he could listening to the old man ramble on about the raids ravishing the borders of his lands and how the men of his guard and fyrds could do with some decent training, but as he removed his packs from the horse he felt eyes on him. 

What was supposed to be a quick glance, expecting only to find a curious servant sneaking a peek at the strangers in their home, he found you. Lingering on the edge of the stables with curious eyes, the sun glowing in your hair and glinting off the ornate pendants hanging from different chains around your neck and rings adorning your delicate fingers. 

“Ah! There you are, my dear. Look at what the Lord Uhtred has sent our way, as promised by the king!” Eadwold’s smile met his crinkling eyes. 

With the sentiment of dear spoken Sihtric thought you may have been a daughter, or another relative due to the blatant difference in age. You were one of the prettiest women he had seen in these lands, he thought it a crime that you would be kept inside the walls of a distant estate far away from anyone to admire your beauty. 

“This is my lady wife,” Eadwold gestured for you to come closer with his proud-like introduction and Finan shot a quick side glance to Sihtric, they had heard that the Lord’s wife was younger but they were still surprised, “Off on another one of your walks?” 

All the mens eyes darted to the muddied leather boots just visible at the elegantly embroidered hem of your dress, belted at the waist with a sheathed dagger, its hilt intricately decorated. A fine little weapon for a fine woman, Sihtric mused. 

“Yes, I think I need the air.” You laughed lightly, but Sihtric caught the way your smile fell from your lips all too quickly to be genuine.  

“Perhaps you could show the men down to the lodgings in the woods?” Just as you opened your mouth to respond to your husband, he cut you off, turning back to look at Finan, “Wonderful stonework left behind by those clever Romans, I think it will suit your needs.” 

Your hand reached out and gently touched Eadwold’s arm covered by rich blue robes to divert his attention back to you. “My Lord, perhaps the men would like to be fed? Given some ale too, possibly? I imagine they have had a long journey.” 

“That would be delightful, lady.” Finan enthused, the promise of ale was always enough to make him forget a sore arse from travelling. 

“I shall have Osgar show you the way after you are rested, then.” Eadwold nodded to the two men then looked expectantly at his young wife, 

“Lord, gentlemen.” You half bowed and took your leave. 

Where is your escort? Does he really let something as lovely as you wander freely? Sihtric’s inner thoughts spun as he watched your graceful steps carrying you off, but then you glanced back and he was unable to look away. 

The reason for your walk that afternoon wasn’t just for physical air, but an attempt at clearing the tangled thoughts in your head. You had been cooped up inside that hall for such a long time now it felt as though you were being slowly suffocated with a strange sense of loneliness, surrounded by people yet feeling the most alone you ever had. 

It’s not that your husband was cruel, although it certainly felt that way sometimes with his dismissive comments and not allowing you to take leave so you may visit with your family. He had his rule of you always having to stay close and watch over him playing Lord of his lands, but in reality you were merely a decorative possession.

A pretty young woman gifted to him by another ealdorman to bolster the wealth his lands needed as well as a son so that he might have an heir, but therein laid the issue, as your husband was an older man who had some difficulties when it came to marital duties.

Your husband had his fears and worries, he knew that it would not be a traditional marriage with his ailment, as he referred to it, but for all appearances people must believe it to be so. With the pair of you coming to terms with what your marriage was, a sort of trust was built where you could share your thoughts openly with one another, an attempt at companionship and a life lived together.

A discussion that Eadwold had begun over a game of Tafl had taken you aback, 

“Perhaps there is another way you can give me a son.” He rasped, twisting one of the Muscovites between his fingers. 

“Another way?”

“Yes, I am certain a man would not say no if you were to...” Eadwold said, gesturing his hand towards your body with a sway to his shoulders.

“Offer myself up like a piece of meat?” You laughed at his audacious suggestion. 

“Aren’t we all just sacks of meat?” He questioned, probably imagining himself to be wise, “We wouldn’t be the first to raise a bastard.”

Even with freedoms most Lady’s were not given and permission to have an affair for the sake of a son you had an air of sadness around you, one that would linger in your wake for others to see but your husband remained blind to it. By ignorance or choice you did not know, and as the days turned into weeks you came to the conclusion that motherhood would at least give you a sense of purpose, something to pour your unspent love into. 

You still had a sense of unease at the entire suggestion, the shame that would befall you if it were ever discovered how you came to be with a child. There must have been rumours about you or your husband whispered in corners due to the lack of a shared bedroom and a child, you had been married for long enough that you should have at least had one by now. 

And so as you walked out the large doors of the opulently decorated house you were beginning to despise, into the afternoon sun for a moment's escape, the sound of your husband's raspy droning accompanied by the voice of an Irishman caught your attention near the stables. 

Who your eyes landed on did not belong to the bearded man of Irland, but the quiet man looking as bored as you felt during most conversations with Eadwold, who was removing packs from his horse. He had dark curls shorn to the scalp on one side, with bronze arm bands glimmering against the dark blue short sleeved tunic covering his biceps, and to your surprise a pagan pendant hanging from his neck. 

He had not spoken a single word as you suggested the men be allowed to rest before being escorted to their lodgings, which only fuelled your curiosity of who you were to play host to until the lands were able to defend their own borders without the assistance of the other Ealdormen. 

After taking your leave to continue with the walk and risking a peek over your shoulder, you found the unknown pagan still watching, the sun glistening in his hazel eyes, causing you to quickly avert your gaze with a warmth blooming in your cheeks. It felt girlish to have a reaction like that to a stranger, and a heathen at that, but you couldn’t deny that he was handsome. 

Later that evening at supper you asked your husband why he had put the men all the way out in the woods and not allowed them to remain within the walls, there was plenty of space available for them to use in the barracks after all. He admitted he was not trusting of them, 

“Some of them are Danes themselves, I find it hard to believe that they actually fight against their own… but who am I to speak on the simple mind of a heathen, they go where the silver takes them I imagine,” Eadwold mused, swilling his ale tankard. 

“They are here to keep your land safe, you could show a little gratitude.” 

“Those are fine lodgings they’ve been given, as well as food and ale! I would say that’s enough gratitude shown,” he croaked, and you simply picked at the meat on your plate with a sigh. 

Over the next few days you found yourself watching over the training yard from the high walls surrounding the perimeter of the estate. The name of the Dane your eyes always landed on was still unknown to you, and no matter how hard you tried to take in the other people down below practising their sword work, it was him who always held your attention as he guided footwork and techniques.

Every so often his gaze would flicker up and meet your own, and at first you thought yourself to be imagining the slight quirk of his mouth, yet the next time his eyes wandered up he wet his plump bottom lip as a smile grew causing the warmth to hit your cheeks once more. 

In the late afternoon you were found by your husband lacing up the leather boots you kept solely for walking, the luxurious silk slippers you wore for general use discarded to the side.  

“Another walk? All this sun will be doing you no good.”

“The sun has passed its highest point, and I shall keep to the shade.” You huffed pulling the laces tight.

“In the wood?”

“Yes.” You clipped. 

“Oh, well if you must. Uhtred’s men are going to squash a band of raiders, if you pass that way be sure to offer them a prayer.” 

“Of course,” you stood, checking if your dagger was secure.  “Did you need something before I go?” Eadwold stepped closer and spoke in a hushed tone to you, 

“No, but I do wonder if you had thought on a particular issue?”

“I have, lord, but I do have some concerns.” 

“Speak freely, my dear.”

“Are you certain that this is what you would want? I am your wife after all.”

“Well I would not want you to yield yourself to another man completely, and if you were to govern your emotions accordingly this can remain uncomplicated.”

“Uncomplicated.” You scoffed, nothing about any of this was uncomplicated. “And you would not mind which man’s child I bore?” 

“He has to be the right sort, but I do trust your judgement with that, I highly doubt you would let just any man touch you. There is a matter of discretion of course, these lands depend on it.”

These lands, but what of my wellbeing? What if I wish to just spend my days here until you pass on so I may turn myself into the Order? Is what you wanted to say, instead you continued attempting to give him the responses he wanted. 

“Would... would you expect me to tell you who the man was?”

“Best that I do not know.” And he took your warm hand in his bonier, cold grasp. 

“Does an heir really mean this much to you, my lord?”

“It means everything. I know you can do this for us, for our legacy as leaders of lands. You do understand the importance of this, do you not?”

Trying your best to soften the almost pained expression gracing your face and managing a weak smile, your hand slipped from your husbands and youturned on your heel, taking a few deep inhales as you stepped over the threshold out into the warming sun, leaving the outlandish conversation behind you. 

As the birds chirped overhead, skipping along full branches in their song, you toiled over the emotions rolling around inside the depths of a caged heart letting your feet blindly carry you further and further through the trees. Walking through the undergrowth with muted steps, you stumbled upon the stone outbuildings; all was quiet, except the wildlife and nearby stream lightly bubbling over its rocky bed. 

Walking a little further past the group of small houses used by different attendants of the estate, you came to one that stood alone on the edge of willow trees, and beneath your feet myriads of bright wildflowers blanketed the ground. Unsheathing the dagger at your side you crouched and delicately began to cut them away so that you may take them home to decorate your room. 

The sound of someone clearing their throat caused you to flinch and snap your head towards the noise. 

“Sorry my lady, I did not mean to startle you.” The unnamed Pagan held up his hands with a soft smile, instantly putting you at ease. 

“It’s quite alright, I should be paying more attention to my surroundings,” You responded, awkwardly carrying on with your cutting. 

“Are you... Does your lord husband know you wander this far from the house all alone?” 

“He does, actually.” You huffed at the mention of Eadwold, but you regretted the tone you had used, as it was a simple question from a person who does not know you,  “I, uh, hear you are off to deal with some raiders?”

“We are, lady, I was just going to the stables to meet the others now.” 

“Then I will pray you all return safely.” You stood, eyes flickering over the hammer pendant hanging from his neck and internally cursed, “if that does not offend you, of course.” 

His tongue quickly flicked out wetting his lips before pursing them to crush the small smile playing on his mouth. 

“You can pray as you wish. I can escort you back?” 

There was a distance between the pair of you as you strolled back through the woods, taking in the scent of moss and fauna, occasionally looking over to the man whose eyes always seemed to be averting yours with every glance. 

“I have just realised you are helping my house yet I do not know your name?” You asked, fiddling with the flowers you grasped. 

“I am Sihtric, lady.” He revealed in a smoky tone that had your brows flit up briefly. 

“And the loud Irishman?” 

He chuckled at your comment, stepping over a fallen tree you chose to walk around. 

“Mm, Finan.” 

Two days later, upon the return of the men, Lord Eadwold had agreed to the idea of letting the men feast in the hall with the two of you, as a thank you for all that they were doing. Sat beside him at the top of the table, you phased in and out the conversations around you; there wasn’t anything you could offer to the talks of war and swordsmanship. 

It was as Eadwold was enthusiastically retelling the story of him fighting Britons to Finan, occasionally spilling ale from his tankard as he waved his arms around, that your eyes skirted over to Sihtric. He was smiling at Osgar who sat to his side locked into his own discussion, and you focused on the dark inking that decorated the side of his neck disappearing into his hair. 

Eyes wandering further, you spotted the line work on each of his fingers that held his own ale tankard, what those hands could do you thought, and quickly sipped at your drink, willing your mind silent. Even so, your eyes drifted back to meet his, he gave a simple nod and smile returning to his conversation. 

The following day, you decided to venture back to where you had found the wildflowers, collecting thin twigs of hazel and willow as you went. Making a sizable pile of flowers you settled against the trunk of the willow tree close to the little Roman lodge you had thought remained empty, only to be pulled from the therapeutic process of weaving your flowers by its door opening. 

Having been gifted a couple of days rest by the Lord Eadwold, Sihtric decided he would take some time away from his group to sharpen his sword and seax in the confines of the humble one storey house he had claimed for himself. He liked the little crumbling mosaic pictures that adorned the walls and floor tiles, and he thought it a peaceful place.

As he slid the whetstone down the edge of his blades, the sun was temporarily blotted out by someone passing the window and caught his attention; he paused his movements to focus in on any sounds that might indicate who it was, but none came. 

Carefully placing his sword on the table and sheathing his seax, he made the short distance to the window, sneaking a look with his head tilting to the side, and there you were again. The long branches of willow with their full leaves cascading from the sky around you, casting just enough shade to keep the sun from warming your soft skin too much. 

Three times Sihtric told himself to move away and leave you be, but the first time he made the attempt, your brow had furrowed together in concentration and he felt the urge in his finger tips to smooth the crease away. The second time you had wet your pretty lips and leant closer to your hands, making the chains around your neck swing drawing his attention to the round cut of your dress just exposed your collar bones. 

It was his third attempt that gave him pause for a different reason other than to secretly admire you, wondering if he should interrupt the very clear thought process you were having. Holding out the half completed wreath your fingers nimbly worked on, you held different flowers near it, trying to choose a pattern you didn’t seem entirely happy with. 

Taking a deep breath and exhaling with a low grumble, Sihtric approached the door, making sure to open it with enough force to create sound so as not to startle you by silently appearing at your feet. Rounding the corner he met your gaze, your eyes sparkling and lips parted greeting him with a silvery tone, 

“Sihtric.” 

“Lady, I hope I’m not disturbing you?” He stepped closer as you shook your head at his question. 

“No, I was just, busy hands mean a quiet mind.” You fiddled with the twisted twigs of the wreath in your hands. 

“It looks pretty.” 

“Hmm, I only wished I had some different flowers.” 

This is why you came out here, tell her. He urged himself. 

“There is more on the other side of the stream.” Sihtric gestured to bubbling water that could be heard through the willows. 

“In the tall grasses?” 

“I can show you, if you’d like?” 

Keeping an arms distance between the two of you, Sihtric took you a little further through the willow’s to the edge of the stream where the water flowed slowly and after explaining that the brook wasn’t deep, he took a step down from the bank, only to realise he was wrong. 

The cool waters soaked through his trousers in an instant to just below his knee, slowly turning with his brows raised and lips pressed together to prepare himself for a refusal and telling off that he would even suggest such a thing he was relieved to see you stifling laughter at his misjudgement. 

“Uh, it is shallower near the other houses, lady.” He laughed. 

“This is fine, just give me a moment.” You smiled. 

Watching how you unlaced your boots to reveal bare feet felt like an oddly intimate thing for Sihtric to witness, and he struggled to avert his gaze as you gathered up your dress, holding the fabric up to your now exposed, luscious thighs. 

He swallowed the lump growing in his throat and offered up his hand as you stepped closer to the edge of the bank, your skin felt warm against his and the squeal you let out at the cool water rushing up your legs followed by a hearty laugh that was music to his ears. 

The smile on your face he could tell to be genuine compared to the others he had seen you so bravely try to wear around your husband, and as he hoisted you up into the tall grasses on the other side of the stream you placed a hand on his chest to steady yourself, making you pause and look from your hand to his eyes, followed by your quiet voice, 

“Thank you, Sihtric.” 

Lightly clearing his throat, he stepped aside allowing you to walk into the green grasses littered with an array of purple and yellow flowers, watching your fingers lazily dance atop the greenery under the warm sky. 

It was amongst nature that you sat quietly for a while, gathering up violet tulips and he was close by, leaning back propped up on an elbow watching little beetles clamber over the ground on their unknown journeys, occasionally stealing a look at you.

“May I ask you a question, lady?” He risked breaking your peace, his curiosity winning. 

“You just did.” You smiled at him from under your lashes. “Ask it.” 

“Why do you come all this way? Are you not needed at the house?” 

“That was two.” You had criticised, eyes falling back to your lap, carrying on trimming stems with your dagger. 

He quietly sighed and plucked a blade of grass thinking that he would not get a response from you, until you spoke up again with a slight frown and not looking at him. 

“I am given the freedom to speak my mind, but my voice is not truly heard. I have no say in how that house or these lands are run, my presence is only missed when Eadwold wants advice on a matter he has already decided how to settle.” 

A decoration to talk at, Sihtric thought, then his mind drifted to the thought of you having to survive the old man seeing and touching your nakedness. A painful existence, someone as pretty, no, beautiful as you having to let a wretch paw at you. 

When you were ready to leave the peaceful meadow, he carried your bundle of flowers and clutched your hand helping you back through the stream; he watched your mood change as you readied to make the journey home, like someone had walked through a house blowing out candles as they went. The light has disappeared from her eyes. 

The rare happiness that had swelled in your chest littered with fleeting thoughts of Sihtric had kept you moving through the next few days with ease, only dimming at the dinner table when your replies fell on deaf ears; Eadwold was carrying on his droning as if you had said nothing at all, or changing the topic when you were mid sentence. 

Normally you could swallow it, but this evening as you sat at the table with him and his brother, Eadwig, it came to be too much. 

“Perhaps you should have some of the younger lads trained with swords and shields now, pull in the servants' children too as a backup should you need it.” Eadwig’s equally raspy voice carried over the table. 

“They are just boys, Eadwold,” you commented, not liking the idea one bit. 

“They started much younger than they do now, you should have seen it! What were we? Not even 10 years of age when handed a real sword in place of the wooden things they use now,”  Eadwig added. 

You argued further. “The mothers will have a fright, you cannot.”

“Here comes the dramatics of a woman,” Eadwold griped. 

“Caused by the ridiculous ideals of days long past.” You now fumed. 

Abruptly leaving the table, you hurried through the corridors with no real sense of direction; it wasn’t until you were slipping out of a forgotten gate at the back of the estate with a cloak fastened around you that you realised you had not bothered to change your silk slippers for boots. 

Looping around the perimeter close to the wall so as not to be spotted at this hour, as the deep golden sun hung low above the treetops, your feet carried you to the only peaceful place it could think of, the willow trees. 

Walking with your eyes to the ground, you finally looked up at seeing the familiar wildflowers surrounding you, stopping in your tracks and a breath hitching in your throat. 

“Lady.” Sihtric greeted with his look of surprise matching yours, chips of wood all around him and an axe in hand. 

“What...” You fell silent taking in the sight before you. Three chopped trunks now sat in the stream, creating a dry pathway from one side to the other. 

“I didn’t want you trying to cross it alone so I...” Sihtric started but your furrowed brows and parted lips made him stop, “Have I offended you, Lady?” 

“No, this is wonderful.” Your voice came much quieter than you had liked. 

Gingerly stepping to the edge of the bank, you toed the lump of wood and it didn’t budge; a smile crept onto your face as you stepped onto it, following the others to the opposite side and skimming your hands over the top of the long grass as you walked further into it. You had not noticed Sihtric silently trailing behind until he spoke up, 

“The tree had already fallen, I thought it would have better use here than the forest floor.”

This act of care and a kindness shown hit your chest heavily, your mind ran wild with all the different emotions freely flowing in your veins for the first time in what felt like years. Before thinking it through you spun, throwing your arms around Sihtric’s neck, pulling him into a tight embrace. 

He remained still with his arms held at his side, only bringing them around your waist when he felt you sob and whisper a small thank you to him.There was a gentle warmth emanating from his body and into your own; your grip dug into his shoulders, not wanting to let him go. It was only in this moment that you realised how desperately you ached for the touch of another person. 

“My lady?” 

“I’m sorry I just...” You reluctantly pulled back, wiping away tears that had fallen with the back of your fingers, avoiding his concerned gaze. 

“I’ll give you a moment...” 

“No,” you protested grabbing at his arm, and as you met his hazel eyes brought his hand up to your face. “Stay?” Your voice trembled against his knuckles as you ghosted your lips over his skin. You knew you shouldn’t be asking what you were, or in this manner, but you needed to be touched. 

You watched the way a conflicted frown appeared before quickly disappearing; he cupped your cheek with the calloused hand you held and with a sigh you leaned into his touch, pressing a light kiss to the base of his palm. He shifted closer towards you letting his other hand brush along your jaw, his thumb gently skimming over your lips. 

Standing head to head, noses barely nudging each other, you guided his hand down your neck to your chest, silently asking for more of his touch and he gave it freely. You pressed into him as he palmed at your breasts with a whine, lips grazing one another but never locking in a kiss.

With a desperate and sinful heat blooming between your legs, you pulled at the laces of Sihtric’s trousers and he didn’t stop you, allowing you to stroke at his hardening cock with your eyes squeezed shut. He nipped at your cheekbone and ear lobe with his hot breath fanning across your skin, gracing you with the sound of a low moan as your hand gripped his shaft. Guiding you to move to the grassy floor of the meadow, you braved meeting his lust blown eyes full of want mirroring your own. 

You quickly hiked your dress up to your hips, exposing your wet core to the cooling air of a summer evening as he freed himself and settled between your thighs; you hesitated with your mouth on the side of his and nodded for him to give you what you so badly needed to feel.  

You held your breath in anticipation feeling the head of his cock nudging at the entrance of your cunt, a short sharp exhale escaping you with the first shallow thrust, his grunt meeting your high pitched whimper as he then fully sheathed deep in your tight walls. 

Gripping tightly at his shoulder and tugging harshly at Sihtric’s hair, he fucked you into the warm ground with a merciless rhythm, feeding the wanton hunger that coursed through your body and filling the air with lewd sounds of skin slapping skin.

The gravity of your actions were forgotten underneath his body, losing yourself completely to a desire being sated and leaving you feeling near drunk with utter bliss washing over you.

Chasing a release you madly wanted, you tilted your pelvis enabling Sihtric’s thrusts to stroke against your sensitive clit just right, and he understood exactly what you needed by changing his movements to a deep rolling that had your eyes fall back and the tell tale tremor to start in your thighs. 

The open sky was full of the sweet broken cries tumbling from your lips into Sihtric’s ear as you fell apart beneath him and he spilled his hot seed into your pulsing walls with a pained groan. As he collapsed onto your chest, both panting erratically, you untangled your fingers from his hair and loosened your grip on his shoulders. 

The loss of Sihtric’s hand on your hip and him pulling away from between your legs brought you back to reality, his top lip curled up with a flicker of a frown on his face as he laced his trousers and turned away. Your mouth moved in an attempt to say something, anything, but no words could find you and so you stood, readjusting your dress in silence. 

“I’ll escort you back.” 

Unlike the last time he walked you back towards the estate the silence was not full of a curious tension being in the company of a stranger, but one that felt awkward as you tried to have a coherent thought about what had just taken place. Even though Sihtric’s eyes were on you the whole time as he trailed a little behind you he didn’t say a word. 

“It’s best I go on from here alone.” You stated, glancing quickly at Sihtric over your shoulder as the walls came into view through the treeline. 

“Goodnight, lady.” 

“Goodnight.”

Eadwold had not even noticed you’d ventured out for a walk, he was deep in his ramblings with his brother beside the hearth of the main hall and hadn’t even bothered to speak to you as you headed up the stairs to your room. 

As you laid in bed staring up at the rafters your thumb ran over your lips in a poor imitation of how Sihtric had, the ghost of his touch lingering on your skin with a satisfied ache between your thighs. If only I had kissed him, you thought; falling asleep with your mind full of the Pagan you let have your body in the meadow. 

Sleep struggled to find Sihtric that night, the sweet scent of you had been burned into his senses along with the feel of your soft skin on his hands. It shouldn’t have happened, I have lowered her, and other such thoughts swam through his mind until he drifted off. 

Throughout the next morning he was distracted and let Finan take control of the training as he walked around the border of the yard, hoping to catch sight of you, but you never appeared. Not in any of the windows, nor up on the walls watching over them as you usually would, and you weren’t lingering in any open doorways either. 

Sihtric’s mind drifted to you again as he trundled over the moss covered ground with birds flitting through the trees above him, and a hope filled his chest as rounded the corner of the old stones wanting to find you beneath the willow trees but you weren’t there. 

Sighing as he approached the door he paused, he had not left it open before leaving this morning so why was it now ajar? Placing his hand on the hilt of his sword he shoved it open, not expecting to see you sat on the edge of his small fur covered bed. 

“I’ve been waiting for you.” Your silvery tone greeted, he took his hand away from his sword and his tone was sharper than he wanted it to be with his response, 

“Is that wise? Will people not become suspicious if you keep walking off into the woods when they know us men are down here?”  

“Are you afraid?” You asked, your eyes searching his. 

“Yes, but not for me lady, for you.” 

He watched you wet your lips with an incredulous smile on your face and you quickly pushed off the bed walking towards him and cupped his cheeks, crushing your lips to his taking him aback. 

You sighed against him as he began to kiss you back slowly, letting his hands roam your waist.

[tinumiel]

Dane Ken's job is SPY. Dane Ken is very good at Spy. He usually does Spy on other Kens to help his own Ken friends. This unit comes with many accessories including five different hair styles, a pair of special stealthy boots and a fluffy black cloak to keep himself warm when he's out and about doing Spy.

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