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Something nicer {Sihtric}

Summary: Sihtric takes care of his family during the night of a storm. 

Dad!Sihtric x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nothing, unless you fear children and a simp of a man :)

Word count: 699 haha nice

Disclaimer: Not proof read, we die like men here. Also have decided to make this a little series of the TLK men being dads because it warms my heart

There had been rumors of a storm hitting, and Sihtric couldn’t be more happy that he had made it home before it hit. The nights had been getting colder, almost unbearably cold. Furs were piled high on all the beds at night, roaring fires hit in hearths to keep the chill at bay. You were curled into Sihtric’s side, your nose cold and red from being the only part of you visible under the mountain of furs you curled under. The man sucked in a breath as your cold nose made contact with his neck, making him shiver. The door to the bedroom creaked open, making the restless man look up, seeing the small figure of your youngest child standing there, holding a small stuffed bear tightly in her arms. 

“Da, it’s so cold.” The little girl cried quietly. Sihtric sighed, sitting up and letting the furs pool around his waist, the cold air hitting his skin. 

“It is.” Sihtric agreed, motioning for his youngest to climb onto the bed. “Lay with your mom, keep her nice and warm and I’ll go get the fires going again, okay?” He cooed softly, tugging the furs over the young girl and kissing her forehead. In your sleep you reached out for your daughter, pulling her closer to you and letting out a soft hum. Both Sihtric and your daughter let out small laughs, before the man stood from the bed and found the closest tunic he could reach. 

The wooden floors were half frozen, sending shocks through him as he quickly rushed to the living room to stoke the fire before heading down the hallway to the children’s room to stoke that one as well. Sihtric almost cursed the day you insisted on giving your children the larger room with a fireplace in it, but they would always come first. He just prayed to the Gods you would be able to move houses soon, somewhere that was much larger and had a fireplace in every room to keep the family warm. 

Your two oldest children were curled together in one bed, shivering under the furs while the man worked quickly to warm them. The middle child, your only son, had abandoned his bed at some point in the night to help keep his older sister warm during the night. Once the fire was roaring once more, Sihtric grabbed some of the extra furs from a chest beside the door and covered the children, kissing both their foreheads before leaving the room quietly. 

When he was finally back in his and (Y/N)’s room, he smiled fondly seeing his wife and youngest child sleeping soundly in each other's arms. He slowly slid back under the covers, reaching over your daughter who laid contently between you two, and pulled the both of you closer to his shivering form. 

“Where did you go?” You asked, your voice laced with sleep as your eyes opened slowly to look at your husband. 

“Just fed the fires.” He told you softly, pushing some of your hair away from your face as he smiled widely. “Gave the children some extra furs to keep them warm until morning.” 

“We need more fireplaces to keep this place warm.” You joked quietly, a small smile tugging at your lips. The walls would tend to let in drafts during the colder months, taking all the heat away when the family so desperately needed it. 

“Or a nicer home.” Sihtric mumbled, his eyes growing heavy with the sleep that so desperately called for him. “I will talk to Uhtred in the morning, see if there is something we can do about the cursed cracks in the walls until then.” He promised, placing a tender kiss on your lips before leaning down and kissing your daughter's head. “Just rest darling, the warmth will flow through the house soon.” 

“I’m not the one shivering.” You hummed, placing a warm hand on your husband's arm. He smiled softly, holding you and your daughter tightly as the both of you fell asleep once more. 

He would always wake up at night, to stoke the fires that warmed your family, just until he could provide something nicer. 

[little-diable]

Ragnarök - Sihtric (smut)

This was written for @whitedarkmoonflower since they won my 15k celebration as a reader! I hope you enjoy this as much as I do, lovie! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading his, your comments keep us writers motivated! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: After a brutal fight Sihtric can’t find his lover in the crowd of knights he fought with, praying to the gods that the female warrior he loved was still alive.

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected piv, a bit of angst, but mainly focused on their relationship

Pairing: Sihtric x fem!warrior!reader (1.8k words)

Picture from Pinterest, credit to the original owner

„There the dim dragon will come in flight, the glittering serpent, from Dark Mountains below. Bearing corpses in its feathers, as it soars over the plain, the Dark-Striker. Now she will sink down.“ - Völuspá: The Prophecy, Ragnarök

The battlefield was muddy, blood stuck to Sihtric’s features, arms, and armour. A sight that would leave any person who had never stood on a battlefield frightened, a sight Sihtric was all too used to. The fight had been brutal, no longer held back by rules, laws even knights would follow in battle, no, it had been awfully primal, watching men choke on their blood, swords and axes piercing hearts, stomachs, and lungs. 

But even though Sihtric found a sick sense of satisfaction swapping through him whenever he killed an enemy of theirs, he no longer managed to focus on the victory he should be celebrating with his friends and brothers. All Sihtric could focus on was trying to find her amongst the still-breathing soldiers, praying to his gods that she was alive. 

Panic began to swap through him as time kept ticking by, without any sight of her, the one his heart called out to, the one that had claimed Sihtric as hers many moons ago. (Y/n), the one he shared his bed with, the female warrior that had stolen Sihtric’s heart the first time their paths had crossed. He had instantly been drawn to her, admiring the fire burning in her eyes, the teasing words rolling off her tongue all too easily, she had been one of them from the first moment on, a warrior others looked up to.

Sihtric didn’t pick up on the call of his name, not caring about the way Finan tried to hold onto him, all too aware of his friend’s panicked state. The Irishman kept murmuring his name, hands covered in mud and blood, just like Sihtric, grasping his leather armour to stop his friend from carelessly stumbling over corpses of once honourable men and their horses. 

“Sihtric, look at me.” Finan eventually managed to catch Sihtric’s frantic gaze, allowing the man to catch his breath as his heart raced in his chest, urged on by the fright clinging to him. “What is with you?” 

“(Y/n), I can’t find her, I-” a cry wanted to claw through the once so fearless man, not used to being guided by his emotions like he was in that very moment. “Finan, where is she? She can’t be dead.”

“We’ll find her, I am sure she’s also trying to find you.” Finan let go of his friend, turning towards Osfeth with his head tilted towards his right, wordlessly trying to tell the young monk to follow the two. No further word was spoken as they combed through the endless seeming blanket of corpses, flipping some that had a similar build and hair colour like (y/n), praying every single time that it wasn't her. 

“What if she was taken? Gods, Finan, I left her alone, I wasn’t there for her.” Neither Osferth nor Finan was used to hearing Sihtric speak words this uneasy, clearly struggling with the fear he was held hostage by. No reply was spoken as Finan focused on something, or rather someone, unable to bite down his smile as he forced Sihtric to look in the same direction.

With a gasp rumbling through Sihtric, he took off running, pressing his sword into Finan’s hands before he left them behind. His body collided with (y/n)’s, pulling her into his chest with a relieved sigh leaving him. Sihtric’s lips kept kissing her forehead, trying to prove to himself that she was alive, held close to his heart, not leaving him any time soon.

“I thought I’d lost you, don’t ever leave me like that again.” His murmured words left (y/n) chuckling, shifting her weight to meet his lips in a bruising kiss. They could taste one another’s emotions, tongues tangled, hearts beating in unison, finally able to breathe through their fear, their pain. 

“I am sorry, I don’t know how I got lost in the crowd. I’m alright, I promise.” Her eyes flickered to Finan’s and Osferth’s approaching frames, shooting them a quick smile before she pressed another kiss to Sihtric’s lips, whispering a soft “I’d never leave you like that”.

……

The moon stood high in the dark sky, reflecting in the cold water currently teasing their limbs. Sihtric held (y/n)’s naked frame to his equally bare skin, still shaken up by the way he had looked for her hours ago, unable to let go of his uneasiness. 

No words were spoken as they cleaned themselves, removing the reminders of a brutal but successful battle. Another victory men, women, and children would talk about for centuries to come, they were sure of it. 

But even though the others had tried to pull the two lovers into their traps, wanting to celebrate their victory with endless pours of ale, neither Sihtric nor (y/n) had been in the mood to spend time with those they loved like their family. Sihtric had pulled (y/n) away from the crowd at the first chance, needing to feel her close with a sober mind and clear thoughts. 

“I have never felt more frightened than today, the thought of finding you dead because I wasn’t there to protect you-“ Sihtric choked on his words, having to force his teeth into his lower lip to stop his cries from clawing through him. A facade (y/n) saw through all too easily, wrapping her arms around his neck to pull him down for a kiss.

The kiss wasn’t as heated, as forceful as the one they had shared on the battlefield, but it had something equally emotional to it, transmitting their every longing. A soft moan left (y/n) as Sihtric’s strong hands found her behind, pulling her against his hardening cock. She held a special kind of magic over the man, making waves of lust thump through his veins at any given chance, his very own Ragnarök, the chaotic end of his world, and those the gods had crafted for themselves.

“Sihtric,” she mewled his name, movements slowed by the river, needing a few moments till their legs finally found their way around his waist. His cock rubbed against her folds, making both hiss in anticipation, knowing that this night would yet be another one filled with endless orgasms, with their insatiable desire for one another driving them on. “I need you, need to feel you, need to make sure that you’re still here, with me.”

Sihtric forced her into another kiss as he started walking towards the meadow leading up the hill, shielded by the darkness from any drunken men and women that may find their way down to the river. A gasp managed to leave (y/n) as he placed them down, pinning her against the ground with his weight on top of hers, not leaving any space between them. 

“You’re mine, my woman, my warrior, till the day I die. I’ll never leave your side again, just the thought of losing you makes me want to end my own life. No day is worth living if I don’t get to share it with you.” The words Sihtric whispered against her swollen lips drew tears to (y/n)’s eyes, staring at her man with love and longing swimming in her pupils, only ripped out of her trance as she felt his calloused fingertips on her pulsing bundle. 

Expectedly he circled the soft flesh, finding enjoyment in the sounds she let go of, begging him for more, needing to feel him buried deep inside of her. There was no need for any words, nothing would ever manage to describe what they felt for one another, what they needed to do to give in to their longings. 

With his eyes burning through hers, Sihtric aligned his cock with her entrance, slowly pushing into her after he coated himself with her arousal. He took his time, wanting to savour every moment, wanting to hear the gasps leaving his lover as he sank even deeper into her, still having to adjust to the stretch after all these months. And only after (y/n) managed to choke on his name did he allow himself to properly take care of her, set on a ferocious rhythm that made both their hearts race in excitement. 

Profanities left Sihtric as he interlaced his hands with hers, pinning them over her head to keep her in place. He needed to control the moment, especially after a day like this, a day where he had gotten a glimpse into a future he wanted to avoid at every cost, needing to change their fate as he still had the power to do so. She was his end and his beginning, a story that had found its beginning in Muspell, the place not even the strongest souls had managed to endure, but no matter the biting heat, he’d walk through it all if it meant getting to love her. 

“Look at me, Sihtric.” (Y/n) forced his piercing eyes to focus on her, feeling his thoughts start to wander as the speed of his rough thrusts momentarily began to falter, needing to catch him before he could slip into a realm filled with darkness. “I’m here, with you. Nothing and nobody can ever change that, I’m with you for as long as you’ll have me.”

With her head being lifted from the ground, she kissed him, taking over the control to flip them around, straddling his lap. Both were desperate for their release, needing to feel that blinding sensation they were aching for. Sihtric kept watching her, marvelling at her, admiring her with his hands wandering up her frame, cupping her naked breasts. 

The way he pinched her hardened nipples forced her to arch her back, head rolling back to let go of a deep, gritty moan. Sihtric could have come from the sound alone, having to stop himself from giving in as he felt her walls flutter around him. He watched her fuck herself on his twitching cock, sneaking one hand down her frame to rub her bundle. 

And with the call of his name, (y/n) came, scratching at his naked chest with the intense feeling racing through her body. Once again she found herself pressed to the ground as Sihtric searched for his high, fucking into her even faster than before. He came with a gasp, eyes squeezed shut, lips parted. A sight so beautiful (y/n) wanted to freeze the passing by moments, forever needing to remember this very second. 

“I love you, and nothing will ever change that Sihtric Kjartansson.”

[silens-oro]

My Lady

Osferth x f!Dane!reader

Synopsis: Feeling are requited and Osferth takes the leap of faith.

Word Count: 5,994

Content Warning: 18+, battle, blood, gore, wounds, mention of slavery, mention of being a bed slave, mentions of religion. this is so soft 🥺

AN: idk man it’s always loving Osferth hours in this house. This was posted on my phone so the layout might be a little wonky.

No mention of “y/n”

“Lord,” Osferth choked out as Uhtred entered the tent. You pushed the cloth against the wound in his abdomen to stem the flow of blood. He gasped in pain, clenching at the furs under him. “Did you see me fight?”

“I did,” Uhtred responded, surveying the injury. “You fought bravely.” Osferth gave a weak nod of his head.

“Am I going to die, Lord?” Osferth asked after a brief moment of silence. His eyes were directed to the top of the tent, wincing with each press from your working hands. “I do not fear it.”

“No. I forbid it,” Uhtred placed a gentle hand on Osferth’s chest. Uhtred looked down to you and you nodded with a sigh. One of your hands moved up to grasp Osferth's. He squeezed back, though it was weak.

“If we can get him into a wagon and deliver him to Lady Aethelflaed’s estate -and should a fever not set- he will live to see the next battle.” You assured Uhtred, though you were not entirely confident. You kept the negative thoughts to yourself.

“You hear that? You shall spark fear into the hearts of Danes once more, Baby Monk.” Finan joked from behind you, bringing a pained smile to the monk’s face as you swung an arm back to hit Finan in the stomach. The man grunted and moved backwards to save himself from a second blow.

“He will need plenty of furs to stay warm. We need to move quickly,” You called to Sihtric who nodded from his place at the entrance of the healing tent and left to ready the wagon without question.

The tent cleared as everyone saw Osferth was in good hands. This left you, Finan, and Osferth as the sole occupants.

“Help me sit him up,” You directed Finan. “I need to wrap him securely before we leave. Finan nodded and did as was instructed. Osferth tried to keep his groans of agony to himself, but the pain was so severe that shouts left his lips before he could stop them.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” You tried to soothe him with a palm cupping his sharp jawline. Osferth leaned his cheek into it naturally, looking for any comfort he could get. Your hands worked quickly to wrap the cloth around the makeshift bandage just under his ribs. Once you were happy with your work, you brought his shirt back down and returned the furs to keep him warm.

“Gently,” You instructed Finan as he guided Osferth back onto his cot by his shoulders. The monk’s hand sought yours out as he settled. “Rest,” You gently pushed the sweaty hair from his forehead. “I will stay with you until we are ready to leave.” Osferth nodded with a soft tilt of his lips, closed his eyes, and succumbed to the darkness for rest. Finan waited a few moments, making sure the Baby Monk’s chest was rising and falling with slowed, sleeping breaths before he spoke.

“Do my eyes deceive me?” Finan’s grin was wider than you had ever seen it. Shooting the Irishman with a pointed glare, you made sure your threat was loud and clear.

“Say another word and you will not have eyes to deceive you.” You promised, grunting as you stood from your kneeling position on the ground. You didn’t bother trying to clean the mud from the knees of her breeches. They were soaked in blood and other more vile liquids that spilled on a battlefield. Mud was the least of your worries.

“I am merely an observer.” He held his hands up in mock surrender. “He’s fond of you.” You rolled your eyes, wiping your hands with a discarded rag. “And you are fond of him if I’m to believe what I’m seeing?”

“The man could very well be on his deathbed, Finan. The last thing he needs right now is your meddling.” Finan took a few steps closer with a thick brow raised.

“If I was lyin’ as he is now, would you hold my hand too?” He baited.

“I’d hold a pillow over your face and be free of your endless torment.” You replied with a smirk. Of course he was right. You knew this and absolutely hated it.

“Ah! My point is proven!” Finan’s grin softened the longer he looked between the sleeping monk and yourself. “This isn’t a bad thing.” He whispered with a gentle shrug of his shoulders. “You’ll chew up the poor lad and spit him out, but there are worse ways to die…you could make this work.” Your stomach turned in anxiety. There seemed to be some truth in Finan’s words, otherwise he wouldn’t be fighting so hard for you to take the proverbial leap into the unknown. Still, the walls around your heart were fortified. You hadn’t laid with a man willingly since before your enslavement, and the idea of giving yourself physically and emotionally to anybody filled you with a certain kind of dread that was all encompassing.

You did not speak to anyone other than Uhtred and Gisela about your year as a bed slave and you were sure the rest of the group knew something, but they were not privy to the details. You wanted to keep it that way.

If Osferth knew how deep the rot festered, how ruined you had truly been, he would want nothing to do with you -you were sure of it. Your stomach clenched painfully once more and it was decided that if you did not take the chance, he would never look at you differently. Things would stay just as they were.

“Finan,” You shot him a warning look. “I’m sure you can find some other poor souls to play matchmaker on. Outside. And make sure the wagon is ready while you’re at it.”

“Alright, alright. I can take a hint.” He dodged a bowl that was aimed at his head as he ran from the tent with a laugh. Now that you had the tent to yourself and the sleeping monk, you sighed heavily and looked down at him resting peacefully. A few tears fell freely.

You will not be tainted by me, you thought.

The gray sky was moving above Osferth when he opened his eyes. His body rocked back and forth within the back of the wagon he had been safely placed in for transport to Saltwic.

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Baby Monk.” Finan said with a laugh. Osferth smiled back at the Irishman before his eyes naturally found yours. Riding your horses to Finan’s left, Osferth’s right, it took everything to not give into the temptation to kick the Irishman off of his steed and into the bushes on his other side. Osferth’s smile softened into something that could be described as adoration the longer his gaze stayed on you. A pang twisted in your heart, but you returned the smile all the same.

Finan caught your eyes and he shot you a look that clearly said ‘You see? I am not wrong.’ Osferth’s eyes were questioning as Finan nudged his horse to move up to Uhtred at the front of the group to give you privacy.

“Pay the idiot no mind,” You reassured Osferth with a gentle smile. “Relax. We should arrive at Lady Aethelfled’s estate by nightfall. They’ll be able to fix you up better than I can.”

“Your efforts do not go unappreciated, my lady,” Osferth stared up at you, openly and without a care, as he spoke raspily. He noted that you looked exhausted. Your hair was loose from the twists and braids it was in previously to keep it tamed in battle. Your right eye was shadowed with the deep bruising of a black eye, a deep, painful looking cut marred the left side of your upper lip and small scratches and bruises littered your face, but you had never looked more beautiful to Osferth as you did in that moment.

He thought of how you fought your way to him and pulled him to safety when he was sure to die on that battlefield. The sheer strength of you in the heat of battle was truly a sight to behold. He knew then, as he lay in the back of that wagon, that he loved you.

It had to be love.

Even in the clutches of death, it felt like he was floating every time he looked upon you. A pagan woman who was so different from him, in life and in constitution, who was deemed his enemy in principle alone had enraptured him. You were not the heathen monster he had been taught about as he grew up within the monastery. You were a survivor in a cruel world that had only shown you pain and misery. Osferth knew that in your world -a world he was trying desperately to acclimate himself to- you persevered or you perished. You adapted to everything that had been thrown your way, and came out victorious at every turn.

You were everything Osferth wished he could be, what his own convictions would never allow him to truly be. He admired you, deeply and wholly. You were not a soft lady, wilting at the thought of impropriety -though that is what he was taught what a lady should be. Modest, God-fearing, dutiful, quiet were not descriptors that corresponded with you. Dutiful, maybe, but not in the sense of what standard Saxon women were held to.

Your hands were rough and calloused, Osferth noted when you held his hand in the tent, from a lifetime with a sword in your hands. If it was the last you were to touch him, he would have the feeling engraved in his memory. He could vividly remember how those very hands felt as his cheek was nestled in your palm to comfort him and it nearly took his breath away then. The feeling of your skin upon his felt as natural as breathing air into his lungs.

Osferth could feel the heat rising within his cheeks at the thought. He closed his eyes once more and let the rocking of the wagon lull him to sleep lest he make a complete fool out of himself.

“You care for him,” It was more of a statement than a question. The group had made its way into the safety of the estate in the cover of night. The healers immediately took Osferth to be worked on the moment the wagon wheels came to a halt. Now, as the first pink rays of the morning sun were just starting to peek over the horizon, he was asleep in a healing room with you watching over him dutifully.

Your legs stretched out before you as you teetered in your chair. Clean breeches rubbed against your skin. A much needed bath and a change of clothing could make a world of a difference. You threw a side-eye at Uhtred as he approached your side to look upon the sleeping monk.

“You’ve been conspiring with Finan?” A grin grew on Uhtred’s lips at your accusation.

“No,” He said simply with a chuckle. “Your affections are not subtle, my friend.”

“No…they are not.” You stated plainly, looking over at Osferth’s resting form. You knew he would be okay, but the stress within you still lingered unpleasantly.

His eyes were closed, face relaxed as he slept soundly. Lady Aethelfled’s healers had cleaned and stitched up Osferth’s wound, and gave him a tea that would allow him to sleep so he could rebuild his strength. His steady, deep breaths were a comfort.

Uhtred’s hand rested on your shoulder. He squeezed gently in reassurance.

“There is nothing to be ashamed of.” He said softly as to not disturb Osferth. “I never thought I’d see the day you’d open up, and with a monk no less, but you have my support. Always.” He grinned at you, but his lips quickly downturned when you looked anything but happy. Uhtred came around to kneel in front of you.

“I thank you for your blessing, Uhtred, but it does not matter.” You replied with a heavy sigh. “I cannot allow myself to sully him.” Your voice was soft, the emotion behind the words was nothing Uhtred had heard from you in many years of service you had given to him. “We could not be any more different.” You looked down at her hands clasped in her lap, thumb tracing the deep blue hues of the rune tattooed within your left palm. “I’m afraid my time in East Anglia has left me more damaged than I would like to admit. No man, even as good and kind as Osferth is, will want me once they learn of what has happened.” You shook your head and Uhtred felt his heart shatter within his chest. He took your hands in his and held tight. “His God would not allow him to see me as I see him, I’m sure of it.”

“Then you are blind.” Your brows furrowed as you picked up your head to look Uhtred in the eyes.

“I do not understand.” You shook your head, looking back to Osferth. Uhtred guided your head back in his direction with a gentle tilt from his finger under your chin.

“No man worth their weight would ever turn you away. What happened…was not your fault. My decisions led you to that fate, and there will never be a day that passes that I do not hate myself for it.” You opened your mouth to argue, but he held up his hand. “You lived, you survived, and you came back from it. You cannot be faulted for surviving.” Uhtred squeezed your trembling hands. “I cannot tell you what he feels, but I see how he looks to you.”

“In fear,” you said, looking away from Uhtred. The shadow of self-doubt loomed heavily over you, shrouding you in darkness. That was how men looked at you, with nefarious eyes or with total fear. Osferth did not have a lecherous bone in his body, and the day he ever showed you blatant disrespect would be the very day he turned a sword onto himself.

“Perhaps,” Uhtred chuckled softly, though it wasn’t to taunt you. “or perhaps it is admiration. I had looked upon Gisela as he looks upon you now. I know it very well.” Your eyes met Uhtred’s. To bring up the late Gisela was painful for him, you knew that. Squeezing Uhtred’s hands in return, you let them go as he stood.

Uhtred could tell how uncomfortable you were with this whole conversation. Even before your enslavement, Uhtred knew you had taken the occasional lover. You never married, and had never taken a man steadily.

This was something else entirely.

“It is a fleeting thought that I will dwell upon no longer.” You picked up the bowl of water that was tinted pink from the bedside table and held it to your abdomen. Looking back at Uhtred as you reached the door, Uhtred looked back at you with a deep sadness in his eyes at the torment he could see flooding through you like an internal tidal wave.

She was self-destructing before the poor monk ever had the opportunity to fight for his own heart, he thought.

“I just wish him to recover.” You whispered, looking to Osferth once more before taking your leave.

“Osferth!” You shouted as the monk fell to the ground after he had thrown another off of a horse. You continued to cut down the surrounding Danes to make your way to the monk. “Get up!” You slayed any man that stepped before you with a ferocity that was unmatched. “Get up now, Osferth! You will stand or I will kill you myself! AH!” You kicked a Dane in the balls and shoved your sword through his neck as he hunched over.

“Osferth?” You called again, panting profusely, but the monk did not move from where he fell. The salt of your sweat burned your eyes with each drop that fell from your brows.

“Sihtric!” The man in question whipped his head around to find you. “Clear a path!” There weren’t many Danes left who hadn’t fled with their tails tucked between their legs, but there were still a good number that wished for the glory of Valhalla. Sihtric nodded, clearing any upright Danes as you unburied Osferth from the men who fell above him.

“He lives,” You breathed in relief as your eyes met his. “Get up,” You demanded.

“I cannot,” Osferth’s breaths were heavy and quick as he brought shaking hands to his bleeding abdomen. “My Lady.” The sight took the breath from your lungs, but it didn’t take long to jump into action.

“You must,” You grunted. Osferth shouted in pain as you pulled the larger man to his feet. He leaned heavily on you as you tried to keep him from toppling over. Osferth’s pale facade turned an ashen color from the blood loss and it made you move even quicker. Sihtric cut down anyone who saw you and the injured monk as open targets with little effort.

“I will get you to the healing tent, but you must first have the courage to live!” You grunted as you all but hefted the towering monk over your shoulder. His feet dragged through the mud and muck of the field as you put the last of your energy into getting him to safety.

Sihtric took Osferth’s other shoulder to assist in carrying the half dead man to the tent.

“Empty a cot! Now!” Your voice boomed, striking the woman inside into action.

“Here!” She instructed, allowing Sihtric and you to gently place Osferth onto the furs.

“I need cloth, bandages -anything to stem the bleeding. Quickly,” You instructed Sihtric. The woman who acted as a healer was already overwhelmed, bouncing between the various tents, and you could not afford any wasted time if Osferth was to live.

Shoving his modesty to the side, you started cutting anything off of him that obstructed your view of the wound. Fresh blood quickly coated your shaking hands as it flowed without intention of stopping.

“Find Uhtred. Quickly!” You instructed Sihtric as he dropped an arm full of supplies onto the cot between Osferth’s writhing legs. Sihtric flew out of the tent once more, screams of pain and anguish followed behind him, nipping at his heels.

Osferth fought against you as you pressed a bandage to the gaping wound that resided just under his ribs.

“I know this hurts, but I must stem the flow!” You gritted your teeth as you pressed your weight down on him to stop his thrashing.

Your eyes opened. Inhaling a deep breath through your nose, you groaned at the stiffness in your back from your second night sleeping on the chair next to Osferth’s bed. Fingers deftly rubbed the back of your neck to soothe the pain that lingered. The sky was dark, you noted. Night had fallen. Two candles were lit in the room, basking it in a soft, comfortable glow.

“My lady,” Osferth’s gentle voice startled you. Your head whipped to look at him. “Though I could never repay you for your kindness, you need not waste your time and energy on me. Please.”

“Stop.” You raised a hand to silence Osferth. “Need I remind you that I am no lady. My name will do just fine.” You groaned as you stood, the joints of your spine popping as you extended your arms up in a deep stretch.

“But you are, my Lady,” Osferth groaned as he shifted in the bed uncomfortably. You took a few steps over to help, but he held his hand out to stop you. “You have done enough for me. Please, get some rest. You needn’t worry about me any longer.”

“So it seems.” A moment of silence passed between the both of you before you cleared your throat. “You must be hungry. I will see if I can scrounge anything from the kitchens.” You fled before he had a chance to respond.

Uhtred had left to go on a solo mission. He was adamant that whatever he had to do, he had to do it alone. Though it pained you to not be at his side, as you had sworn you would, you stayed put within the confines of Saltwic.

Osferth had been using the idle time to regain his strength, but the rest of you were going stir-crazy. You did your best to keep your distance from Osferth, more for your own sanity than anything else. You noticed his longing glances, and if you noticed them, then so did Finan and Sihtric. After a nearly successful pillow smothering attempt on Finan’s life, the pair kept their mouths shut regarding any good-natured teasing they threw your way.

It was late into the night during the seventh day of Uhtred’s absence that you sat in the hall before the fireplace. Everyone had gone to bed, leaving you to listen to the rain pitter across the high ceiling as it came down in torrents outside. A cup of ale was clutched in your hands, you felt the warmth of it settle in your belly as you sat on the floor with your back rested against the bench of the table behind you. A quilt was wrapped around your shoulders snugly, bringing a comfort that you longed for. This was the only time you truly got the peace you craved to do absolutely nothing. You didn’t think, you didn’t feel -you just existed and it was a reset you so desperately craved.

“May I?” Osferth’s soft voice broke your silence. Looking up, his face gave away nothing. You nodded, expecting him to sit upon the bench, but he gently lowered himself to the floor beside you with a grunt. When he got situated, you offered your cup to him. He thought for a moment before taking it, the tips of his fingers just brushing against yours as he took it from you. Osferth gulped a mouthful before handing it back to you, nodding in thanks. You set the cup between you before looking back into the fire, pulling the quilt tighter around your shoulders -painfully aware of just how close he sat beside you.

No man, Dane or Saxon, made you feel the way he did with a single glance. When you initially met the shy monk, you did not give him a second glance. He was -is- a holy man, and your past experiences with holy men hadn’t been great up until that point. Beocca excluded.

When Osferth insisted on joining your little rag-tag group, you had scoffed. He would be someone you’d have to constantly babysit as he had no experience with a sword. Why would he? He had God to protect him, you remember thinking ruefully. He took all of the teasing words you all threw at him and let them roll off his back with a grin, and against your will he had grown on you. All of you.

Osferth, with his kindness and willingness to learn and adapt, had become an integral piece of Uhtred’s group of warriors. He had found his place in a world that had shunned him since his birth. As time went on, he had gravitated towards you and all you taught him of wielding a weapon and survival. The once lanky young man had begun to fill out as his own strength grew.

It was noticeable enough for you to give him a second glance when he decided to shyly she’d his robes for the night while you, Osferth, and Finan were camping mid-journey the summer previous. The plains of his abdomen were grooved with muscle definition that was only exacerbated by the shadows the flames of the fire between you casted upon him. A cough from Finan broke your gaze and you didn’t think you blinked for the rest of the night as your brain tried to comprehend just what you were feeling.

You may as well have strapped yourself to a catapult and pulled the lever yourself, for it would’ve felt just as insane as you currently felt.

A monk, you thought to yourself. He wasn’t much of a monk anymore at that point, and he was even less one now.

You brought the edge of the quilt up to over your cheeks, hoping he didn’t catch on to you going through a silent crisis in his presence.

“If I’ve made you uncomfortable, my lady, I will take my leave and return your peace.” Osferth made to get up, but your quick hand stopped him before he made the effort to stand.

With just a single glance, it felt like you were bare before him.

“You do not make me uncomfortable, Osferth.” You decided to forego chastising him over calling you ‘my lady’ as it was a moot point. “Your presence is…comforting.” It was a half truth, not necessarily a lie. His presence was comforting, but your heart felt like it would beat straight through your chest.

“I am pleased to hear it.” He replied with a gentle grin as he looked down at you. He brought his right knee up so he could rest his forearms atop it comfortably.

You wondered what he was thinking in that moment. Did he come out of his room to see solace before the fire as you had? Did he hear you up and make the conscious decision to join you? His face gave away nothing as you looked at his profile as it glowed before the flames.

“May I ask you something, Osferth?” Your voice hasn’t reached above a faint whisper. The peace that settled between the both of you had calmed your heart of its reckless pounding, but you still craved just how intimate this felt.

“Anything, my lady.” His lips tilted at the corner facing you in an almost teasing fashion. You understood then that he continued to call you that because you got a rise out of it. He was teasing you.

“Do you fear me?” Your question hung in the air for a brief moment. Osferth, through his ever growing confidence, turned his head and locked his gentle eyes with yours. The glow of the fire before you illuminated both of your features, casting sharp shadows where the light of the flames did not touch.

“Would you think me weak if I said yes?” Osferth’s words were soft, as was his expression. You were the first to break contact, your eyes moving to the fire, then down to your hands, once more picking over the inked skin in your palm.

“No,” You breathed, looking back up to Osferth earnestly. “I have never thought you as weak, Osferth. Foolish in the beginning, perhaps, but never weak.” You licked your bottom lip in nervousness, your anxieties trying to take over. He chuckled breathily as he saw your foot shake anxiously. He let his leg fall flat next to your leg and tapped your shaking foot with his. You looked back to Osferth and he was already watching you.

It was strange for Osferth to see your stone facade crack. For the time he’d known you, up until very recently, you were unshakable. He wasn’t stupid, he knew what the glances you gave him meant. He knew why you were watching him in the battlefield that day, why you were there to pull him out. Why you had saved his life when he would have surely died otherwise. Osferth felt the bloom of affection swell in his chest. His longing wasn’t quite so…noticeable. Or so he thought. Finan and Uhtred’s hawk-like gazes caught every glance he threw in your direction, every proud look he graced you with. Osferth had eyes for you and only you, and you were too stuck in your own mind to see it.

You continued, “I do hope you understand that if there is ever a man to walk this realm without fear of me…it is you, Osferth.” You confessed. Osferth held his breath as he stared at you with his jaw dropped ever so slightly.

“Me?” He found the courage to speak. Emotions were swirling within him in a tsunami. The waves of possible rejection were receding, and hope surged forward in an unrelenting crash.

“Yes.” You took a moment to gather your thoughts as they fled your mind. “You are not like them, Osferth.” He knew the reference was to your companions and he couldn’t help but deflate just a little at your words. You still saw him as less than, he thought. The hope that had surged just moments prior had all but left as he thought on what you said.

Osferth was far from a true warrior, he’d admit, but he did his very best with each day to grow stronger, faster, and more cunning. Training alongside you, with your guidance, had pushed him to want to be the warrior that was worthy of just a glance from you, and he felt as if he had been stabbed through his heart to learn that it wasn’t enough.

“Though you try to be like them, I wish you wouldn’t.” Oh, he thought in confusion. You let a few more moments pass between you.

Osferth waited on baited breath for every word that left your lips. A sharp gasp left his lips as you brought a hand to his chest and pushed it against his heart gently. Oh, he realized. You could feel the beating of his heart increase instantly.

“There is something within you, Osferth. Something good -pure- that takes a hold of me in moments such as this.” Your voice cracked and Osferth saw tears line your kohl lined eyes as his hands came to cup over yours on his chest affectionately. “So close, yet just far enough that I cannot reach.”

“My Lady,” There wasn’t a teasing tilt of his lips as he said it.

“Do not, Osferth.” You begged, rolling your eyes up to stop the tears from falling. You tried to bring your hand back, but Osferth held true, not allowing you to retreat when you had given him a shred of a rope to grasp onto. His hands held yours to his chest with purpose, looking into your eyes as he spoke.

“It is there for you to take,” He offered humbly, eyes pleading with you to understand his words. He was yours, and would always be yours.

“You do not mean that.”

“I do,” He breathed your name “Before the eyes and ears of God, I speak only the truth. My heart is yours. It has been for some time.” You shook your head, turning away from Osferth and pulling your hand from him.

“A heart as pure as yours is deserving of more than I can give.” You reasoned.

“You do not know that.”

“I do.” You argued vehemently. “It is you who does not know whom you give your affects so freely to.” The quilt was wrapped around you once more as a form of protection.

“Do you hold affection for me?” Osferth boldly asked.

“You know I do. You wouldn’t be sitting here if you thought otherwise.”

“Then why do you not allow yourself to receive mine?”

“Because I have been tainted in ways you could never imagine.” Your voice rose. “While Uhtred was sold into slavery with a shipmaster, I was not so lucky.” Tears slipped from your eyes as you curled further into yourself.

“Is this why you flee from me? You are ashamed of something tragic that befell you? That was of no fault of your own?” Osferth’s gentle touch met your chin to tilt your head in his direction. A deep sadness flooded his eyes as your lip trembled. “Have you spoken to anyone about what happened to you?”

“Uhtred knows…but Lady Gisela was the only one to truly know what I went through.” Osferth’s heart cracked at the mention of Gisela. A truly kind woman who only treated those around her with respect unless given reason otherwise. She was sorely missed.

Osferth pulled you to him, slotting your cocooned body between his legs and held your back to his chest. You were careful of disturbing his still healing wound as Osferth’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and held you tightly to him.

Osferth nestled his chin on your shoulder boldly. His lips were so close to your ear that you felt the vibrations as he spoke.

“I will take all that you will afford me and I will want for nothing more, my Lady. You will never bear this burden alone, so long as I live. I promise you this.”

“You would damn your soul?”

“I would ask for forgiveness, should he require it of me. God is forgiving. He is just. He is understanding…” Osferth looked into your eyes. “He would not turn me from you when it is He who led me on a path to you.”

One of your hands snaked out of the quilt and nudged itself between Osferth’s just over your chest. His fingers immediately intertwined with yours and he bravely kissed the side of your head, just above your ear. It was short and quick, but you felt like you were ascending.

“You would tempt it? With your God?” You questioned, turning your head ever so slightly to look at him.

“I would.” He replied without hesitation. His eyes lowered to your lips and he leaned down to rest his forehead against the side of yours.

“I would not ask this if you.” You whispered, your lips a hair’s width from his.

“Then do not ask.” Osferth closed the space and let his lips meet yours. The kiss was slow, deliberate, and intimate. Your hand untangled from his and found purchase on the column of his neck. His skin was soft and warm against your fingertips. His hands mirrored yours, pulling you impossibly closer to him as he could while his lips continued to take all they could from you.

Osferth could not believe the soft mewls you breathed against his open mouth, nor could he believe that this was truly happening. He was ready for the rug to be pulled out from beneath his, for his eyes to open from the dream he had so many times before where he confessed to you and caressed you into the late hours of the night.

You were the first to break free. Resting your forehead against his, both of you panted as you braved yourselves. Neither of you loosened your hold on one another as you caught your breath. Osferth pulled back just far enough to press a kiss between your brows. He let his lips linger for a moment before guiding your head down to rest on his chest.

Opening the quilt, you wrapped it around his torso with you sandwiched between. Not a single word was shared the remainder of the night as you both lulled to sleep. Osferth’s hands found themselves either nestled between your own or skimming up and down your back in comforting motions. By the time he closed his eyes, you were already asleep and the fire was dying down.

“Found ‘em.” Finan alerted Sihtric in a whisper as he rounded the table in the hall. He stared down at you and Osferth cradled in each others arms. Both early risers, you’d somehow slept through most of the morning and hadn’t moved as much as an inch in the night. Sihtric raised a dark brow at the scene before him when he stood next to Finan.

“Should we wake them?” Sihtric asked, looking to Finan.

“Nah, let’s just leave ‘em be.” He smiled conspiratorially at Sihtrid, who slowly mirrored his look. “There’ll be plenty of time for teasin’ when they decide to wake their lazy arses up.”

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Old Friends

Osferth x Reader

Summary: Osferth invites over two old friends to introduce someone very important. 

"Lord!" both men turned at the voice. A voice they didn't hear since the fight.

"Look at our little monk!" said Finan as he and Uhtred both walked in the direction of their friend.

"Long time no see, Lord." Osferth smiled and the two men who he freely called friends nowadays.

Osferth went his own way after his near death, it was only a couple moons ago that the two men received an invitation from the once-monk asking for them to visit.

"Follow me, please, I have tea and everything." said Osferth who guided the men through the village he called home, towards his house.

During the walk, both men had time to take a closer look at their friend.

His hair has grown but his face didn't change throughout the years. He had regular clothing on. But he did look a tad bit taller and broader. Neither could deny, he looked like a true warrior. 

"So, tell us Osferth, are you married?" smirked Uhtred at Finan, both expecting a no, the question only being a joke.

They entered a garden, bit further from the rest of the houses of the village.

"Of course, Lord. Found a beautiful girl, it is one of the reasons I wish for you to both be here, to meet her." he said as they arrived at a house and Osferth opened the door. "Darling, I'm back."

As the two men entered, they looked around the home, it was small, but it looked comfortable, it was clean and soon a woman emerged from the back.

"Oh my, and I thought you were only pulling my leg, Husband, you do have friends." you smiled as you greeted both. "I heard stories of you two, lovely to finally put faces to them, my name is Y/N."

"Lady Y/N, nice to meet our baby monk's wife." both of them were kind as you guided them towards the table, sitting down as you put food on the table along with drinks.

"I'm afraid we only have fresh water or tea." Uhtred's watchful eyes didn't miss the way you walked as if you had an injury of sorts. But he knew better than to stare. "The smell of ale makes me sick to my stomach still."

"You must tell us, Monk how you met such a lady! And married her!" Finan insisted as Osferth told the story.

A simple story really, he came to the village you lived in, you used to work in the market and that is where you met. You sold many hand made jewellery, clothes and pottery. Not something Osferth find himself interested in, but after seeing you he often stopped by your stall. One thing let to another and you found yourself in love and married.

"I'm no monk anymore, I'm a married man." his confession made both of your guests laugh loudly.

But everyone immediately stopped when a loud cry of a young child was heard from the back of the house.

"I'll get him." you said as you quickly walked back. Both of his friends eyed Osferth.

"It's the reason I wanted you to visit. Although he mostly only sleep now, he was born only a week ago. Y/N went through a lot of pain but she gave birth to a healthy boy." Osferth stood up as you appeared with the child in your hands. The babe clearly stuck to you, observing the new people in the room. "I wanted my Lord-no, my friends to meet my firstborn."

Both men were stunned, staring at the babe as you smiled.

"Congratulations! He looks just like you... poor boy." said Finan as he stood up, his comment made you laugh a little but Osferth frowned. "May I hold him?"

You nodded and handed him your son before sitting back down in your chair.

Finally, Uhtred also found his voice.

"Congratulations, Osferth. You both should be proud, he is a very precious boy."

"Thank you." Uhtred even offered a hug to Osferth before he too begged to hold the babe.

Soon, your son got hungry as you retreated into the nursery to feed him.

"You are lucky." Uhtred spoke up as the three of them sat by the table.

"Oh please, you both have a lot of children it is only one."

"Perhaps but it's your only one. Lovely house, a kind wife and a strong son. That battlefield changed you into a man."

"Nearly dying can do that to a person." Osferth noted as he took a sip from the tea.

"I do wish we had ale to properly celebrate." said Finan as he too drank his tea.

"I say tea is perfect, we wouldn't want her to get sick." Uhtred noted as even now the way you walked made sense. He has seen it before, women tend to walk 'funny' after birth.

"She is special, I prayed for a kind woman and God gifted me an angel."

"You deserve it. You deserve this all. So, what do you work as now? Farmer?"

"Actually, before she gave birth we ran her old business, I got quite skilled in jewellery and pottery, also learned how to make baskets." Osferth told proudly, sure it was no fight or swords, but it was something the people needed and bought.

Both guests looked at one another smiling from ear to ear. They feared that day Osferth would die, and to see him make it so far, they were both happy.

"I put him back to bed. We do have a pie if you crave something sweet." you said as you walked back into the kitchen.

"We have pie?!" turned your husband towards you.

"Of course, I kept it from you, you would have ate it all before they arrive!" Osferth pouted as the men laughed, this time minding their volume.

"Pie sounds amazing, Lady Y/N." Uhtred said as you placed it in front of them.

You were glad they were here and they got to meet your son. Osferth talked a lot about his adventures and it was nice to meet the men he used to travel with.

You offered him a smile along with a slice and he grabbed your hand squeezing it slightly, his eyes shining with happiness.

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Congratulations on so many followers! Maybe a Uhtred x reader with the prompt either “I think I’m being followed” or “I can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, love” thank you

i slightly changed the phrasing, but the idea remains! thank you ♡ also, sorry for doing this after the event.

He could have seen the worry on your face from a mile away—the way your eyebrows pinched together, your lips set in a deep frown. The way your body tensed as you walked towards his men, hands gripping onto your shirt in a nervous manner.

Sihtric and Finan continued their teasing conversation with the baby monk while Uhtred stepped away from them, chin held high as he watched you.

The closer you got, the more you looked over your shoulder—right up until you were in front of him, eyes wide and heart pounding in your chest.

"Lord Uhtred," you said, coming to a stop in front of him.

He tilted his head, a soft smile forming on his lips. He loved getting to see you; any time made his heart feel a little lighter, and his step a little faster.

But when you didn't return his smile, his own fell.

He said your name softly, looking over your shoulder. Nothing was out of the ordinary. Were you feeling well?

You looked over your shoulder once more, taking one more step towards Uhtred.

"My lord," you began, but stopped yourself, eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

"I cannot help you if you do not talk to me, love," he softly spoke, his voice low just for your ears.

Eyes growing wide, you looked back up at him.

"I... do not mean to... to sound paranoid, but I believe I'm being followed."

His solemn expression immediately fell. "Are you sure?"

"Yes," you said. "But... I... I do not know where they went."

"Well," he said, reaching out his hand to you. "Come. Stay with me for the evening."

You hesitantly reached forward and took his hand.

"If I see the person..."

"Tell me," Uhtred said. "I will make sure he pays."

With a small nod, you squeezed his hand. Uhtred smiled and pulled you towards him, leading you to his group of merry men. At least there, you'd be safe. He'd deal with whatever scum scared you, later.

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"I'm the real man here"

Note: It wasn't a request

Pairing: Osferth x Finan x Sihtric x F!Reader

Warning: Dirty Talk but otherwise nothing really

Summary: Trapped in a village, the lord doesn't want to let Uhtred and his men go, but strange customs reign in this village. You just wanted a drink.

"I wonder when we can leave," Sihtric asked bored, glaring at some of the lord's soldiers. You laughed, "Then when the lord is done flirting with Uhtred"

Finan laughed, and you hear Osferth, who was walking behind you, chuckle slightly. "I think it will take a while," he said softly. "Yes, I don't know much about it, but cock comparisons usually take time, always for you men"

Finan laughed again "Didn't know you knew that much about it" You looked at your bearded friend and sighed briefly "And I wonder why not just pull down your pants and say mine is thicker and longer, here look"

Now everyone was laughing because a soldier walked past you and looked at you questioningly until his face changed, and he crossed himself.

You stopped and saw the man and spread your hands, "Is that so, or aren't your women allowed to talk about cocks?"

The man shook his head in disgust and walked on, noticing Osferth's body behind you as he spoke over your shoulder, "I don't think a woman is allowed to say anything here at all"

You spit because you didn't know why this village was so far stuck in time. Women had to keep a low profile, men had something to say here. But since you were one of Uhtred's entourage they let you get away with a lot, only once you were hit on by a man who said he would show you where your place is, but he didn't get any further because the boys were guarding you and looked menacing. Since then, you have not been dissuaded from speaking as you saw fit.

"I don't know you that well," Sihtric said now, nudging you and Osferth because you wanted to get drunk. You raised your eyebrows, "How?" you asked, amazed. "So, vulgar, you don't usually talk like that"

"Are those men thinking that women aren't allowed to say that and besides, that's nothing compared to what I could say" - "So?" Finan asked, "How could you talk?"

You clear your throat and shake your head and look at Osferth "If I do that, our baby Monk here will turn pink, and I don't intend to." Finan grinned widely as he saw Osferth look down.

"That's not true," he tried to resist, Sihtric grabbed his shoulders, "Of course not. What happened to that whore the other day?" Sihtric asked him and before Osferth could defend himself again, you asked, puzzled, "There are whores here?" all men shook their heads "I would be surprised"

All four of you, stopped in front of the tavern when you saw the soldiers standing in front of the entrance. "Are they just standing there?" You ask quietly towards Finan and Sihtric, both of whom have narrowed their eyes and are now shaking their heads.

You sigh again, never have you had to sigh so much over a village. "What are they guarding?" - "The ale" came from Osferth "whores?" Finan asked, "Maybe they have something special in there?" Sihtric wondered. You just roll your eyes, none of the guys could help you.

You decide to go up the wooden stairs, and you were escorted by the boys, but as you tried to go in, a guard grabbed your arm. "No women," he just said and pushed you towards the stairs, thanks to Osferth holding you, you don't fly them down.

You pressed your lips together, so you didn't say something nasty, and tried to get between them into the tavern again. Again the man held you tight but didn't let go.

With your free hand you grab your dagger and hold it to his privates, "I'm not a woman" you said and saw the man flinch. You are a warrior, you wanted to say, but somehow the words got stuck in your throat.

The other guard went to help, but Sihtric was faster, standing in front of him, stopping him from hurting you. Finan helped him and Osferth, yes, he tried to stop you, so you wouldn't hurt him.

"She... I mean he looks like a woman but believe me he's not." Osferth cleared his throat when you gave him a disapproving look. "God didn't mean it well with him," he said again and nodded to the man.

Who then nodded slightly, looked at the dagger on his privates and probably thought it would be better to let you go. "I... I have a dick, probably bigger than yours" you said.

The man nodded at your words, and you sheathed the dagger as you walked in with the boys, but suddenly everything went quiet.

The woman serving looked like she had seen a ghost, and the men were hurt in their pride. Again you spread your hands and grab your crotch and scream for everyone to hear

"I have a cock," the men behind you tried not to laugh as you went to the bar, annoyed, the woman grinned slightly.

You nod to the woman as Sihtric put his arm around you. "Now that's what I call a show," he said, kissing your cheek. "Stop it, the men might think you're gay" he giggled and looked around.

Some men probably left the tavern because they didn't want to let a woman ruin their evening. "You know, if my husband looks like you, then I like being gay"

You started smirking when Finan started arguing with the woman, no one heard the flirtation between you and Sihtric, even though some of them knew what was going on between you both.

"I want two jugs," Finan was saying, banging his fist on the table. You put a hand on his and smile sweetly at the woman. Her face changed when she looked from Finan to you, and now she smiled.

"We'd like ale" - "Finally there's a real man here," she responded to your sentence, and you briefly wonder if she meant Sihtric. Osferth didn't speak, he simply folded his arms in front of his chest and watched the spectacle.

"You're cute, and I wonder how it really looks between your legs." Sihtric couldn't hold back his laughter, Finan and Osferth were shocked and had their mouths open.

"I have a huge cock" she ran her hand through her hair and grinned, "And how big is it?" You raised your forearm and had formed a fist, just missing Sithric's face.

"As big as a forearm" you nodded to your raised arm. The men at your side had become quiet. Because the woman was blushing and making beautiful eyes at you.

"Well, if that's the case, then there's finally a real man here." She turned around, and you looked at all three men questioningly, but they just shrugged their shoulders.

She put a whole jug in front of you and a mug, "This is for you, so that I may see your mighty cock" slowly you started to nod "Of course, soon"

Finan wanted to grab the jug, but she slapped his hand, "It's only for real men, and you pay like the other dogs here."

You laughed "Thank you my thoroughbred wife" at that she blushed and then started to smile sheepishly. You turn around and want to go to a table.

But again you looked at the woman, "Tell me, dear woman, may I let him drink from my jug here?" She looked at Osferth urgently. "He's still a virgin," you said a little lower, and she started laughing.

She grabbed a mug and put it on the counter. "The poor man" was all she said, and you saw how Osferth rolled his eyes and took the mug and went with you.

"What about us?" Finan asked and then looked at Sihtric. "You pay like all the other dogs," you said, laughing, and sat down with Osferth at a table that had room for four.

"If you weren't so sweet, I would be angry now" he said when you poured the mug for him. "If you weren't you, Baby Monk, where would we be?" you ask, grinning widely as he ponders your words.

The men came to you both annoyed, Sihtric sat in front of you and Finan in front of Osferth. "As big as a forearm? I'd like to see" Finan said and grinned at you while taking a sip of his ale.

"Nah, if you look, he pulls back," you said and all four of you started laughing out loud, which disturbed the other men in the tavern and made them grumble slightly.

But you didn't bother, you sat together for a long time. When you were deep in conversation, the woman at the tavern gave you a small bowl with dried meat and winked at you.

"The way I love it, you busty miracle" you spoke and made her smile with your words. She looked briefly into your empty jug and took it with her.

"Maybe I should learn from you," Finan said, a little tipsy, the ale here wasn't diluted, and it was very strong, so strong that you were all a little drunk.

Too strong for Osferth, he lay with his head on his arms, which he had placed on the table, and dozed off slightly.

"I'm the real man here, maybe I could teach you a few things" you said jokingly when Sihtric cleared his throat. "Don't say that, I wouldn't resist the temptation" he said and blushed slightly, but maybe it was just the glow of the candle, that stood on the table.

The woman came back, a full jug in hand, she put it down on the table "Don't tell anyone you can drink for free here" she smiled as you, you nodded.

Then she came closer to you and whispered something in your ear, startled you looked at Sihtric who raised his eyebrows. She left, and before she went to the storeroom, she looked back at you one more time and gave you that look.

That face that said so much that she was waiting for you and she was ready for whatever was to come.

You grab Osferth by the shoulders "Time to go" you said to everyone and rudely rouses Osferth from his sleep, you grab your mug and jug and left, surprised the boys did the same.

"So why are we drinking outside now?" Finan asked you when you had gone into the barn with them, and you were now drinking your ale together on the hay.

Osferth snuggled up to you and slept peacefully on. "Because that certain lady wanted me to follow her" Finan started to laugh and then became serious.

"Don't say she wanted to see your forearm length cock?" he said, puzzled. You shake your head and blush slightly. "No"

"What then?" asked your Irish friend. You share your free ale with them as you gulp, "She wanted to see my dominance, how I treat women, and she wanted...she wanted..."

"Make you happy?" Sihtric asked and just raised an eyebrow, slowly you nod. "Uff, who doesn't want that?" he said and quickly emptied his mug, you were so speechless at his words that you only took a sip yourself.

You hope not to see the woman again while you are locked up here. You listened to Finan and Sithric joking about it. But for the first time since you were here, you were speechless.

[agreyraincloudd]

Hii, for the TLK prompts could I please have 11 and 8 with Sihtric please

thank you for the requestttt enjoy!

Sihtric x Reader

Prompt 11. "I won't let anything bad happen to you"

You and Sihtric were…indifferent to each other. 

You found him obnoxious and cocky and he had on many occasions told you just how much you annoy him with your facts and critiques. And yet you made a perfect team. Much to both your dismay. So when Uhtred suggested you and Sihtric sneak into Eoferwic first following the siege of Brida, you tried not to sign too loud. Sigtryggr explained the underground tunnels leaning deep into the city and as you and Sihtric stood shoulder to shoulder you held the Pagan charm around your neck - praying for safety as the number of men you’d have to avoid were recounted. 

Night had fallen when you finally made your way over to the tunnel entrance to the city. 

“Is this a sewage way?” You were already standing knee deep in the water as you looked up at Uhtred and Sigtryggr. The latter nodded as the former laughed. 

“It is” 

You said your farewells to the men as you turned and shoved Sihtric through first. He stumbled slightly before shooting you a glare over his shoulder, the two of you stepping into the dark. 

“What’s the plan then pretty boy?” His second evil glare of the day made you smile. 

“Get in, locate Stiorra, make an accurate account of Brida’s men and get out”

“Unseen, unheard”

“Exactly”

The water had risen to your hips and a drop in the unlevel ground had you trip over yourself, falling against Sihtric. He grunted as you landed against him and sloshed the murky water up his back. His arms had caught himself against both sides of the small tunnel when you fell, stopping you until you readjusted your footing. 

“Are you done?” His voice was snappy and mean. 

He was more tense than usual. 

“What’s wrong with you today? You usually thrive in these circumstances”

“I’m walking through shit water with only you for company. This isn’t exactly how I thought I’d be spending my night” 

“Sihtric Kjartansson” He turned fully to face you, the water just above your waist. “Are you scared?”

He looked at you deadpan, holding his ax close to his chest before he turned back and continued on. 

“Aw little dane do not fret”

“Y/N” He warned. 

He whipped around and took a step toward you when a voice sounded overhead. Somewhere along the way you had entered the city walls and were standing under a drain, a man yelling commands at someone from above. You shoved Sihtric against the wall with your hand over his mouth, hoping the ripple of the water wasn’t too loud as you moved. With one hand covering his lips, you pointed up as his brows furrowed in confusion, his hand enveloping your wrist and head nodding in understanding when he realized what you pointed at. 

"I won't let anything bad happen to you"

When the man above the drain seemed to move on, Sihtric leaned into your neck, whispering by your ear. 

“Stop goading me” He pushed your hand back down to your side as he carried on walking. You decided to pin the way your body tingled to the frozen water around you. 

Following your silence you finally made it to the drain grate you needed. Working with Sihtric, while your attitudes towards each other made small talk difficult, came easy to you. In silent motions, you fell into action with him. His hands held your waist as he lifted you toward the opening above you. You were used to the way he made you feel by now but it never made the way his touch sends waves through you any less obvious. You’d been at war with yourself for months before a drunken conversation with poor Osferth had you confessing your attraction toward the dane man - you only hoped the planned ignorance to said feelings would be enough to stop them from turning into something more than physical. 

With a huff of struggle you managed to lift the grate and pull yourself up, scanning the small alleyway before turning and offering your hand down to him as he did the same. 

You knew the routine of spying by now, you left each other swiftly and parted to find your way to higher ground while he found Sigtrigga’s people and wife. You were by no means the vision of a soft saxon woman but didn’t look dane enough to stand beside Brida’s men unnoticed so you crept around with your bow drawn. 

Under the cover of night, you managed to slip through the streets and crawl upon a tall house to look down on the crowd in the centre. There Brida stood, savage and blood thirsty as she tortured Christan men and called out for Stiorra. You counted how many danes walked in and out of sight and noted the barricades they’d crafted around the main gate. You went to move on when a hand grasped your ankle and dragged you down. You gasped when the familiar eyes of Sihtric found yours. He pulled you down in one great yank from the thatched roof, his body over yours as he shushed you. Silently, he rolled off and pointed toward where two men were making their way around the edge of the city, their eyeline directly falling where you had previously sat should they look that way. A nod from yourself thanked the man and you went to signal when something caught your eye. From across the rooftops, the slight disturbance of movement from a drain behind Brida’s execution ring made you freeze. 

Stirorra. 

You pointed her out to Sihtric who looked equally as relieved to see her alive, albeit hiding in the tunnels. 

“Come on” You slid off the rooftop with Sihtric just behind you. He was close and you presumed he’d follow until he pulled you back and into a shadow. 

“You can’t just walk over there”

“I can-” You pulled your arm out of his grasp. “-and I will”

“Don’t be foolish, we have no idea how to get to her” He had to lower his voice as he got a little heated. The presence of both of you so deep behind enemy walls putting the two of you on edge.

“We’re scouts. We will find a way”

“Y/N” 

He went to argue again when you turned back to him, closer this time, more riled up.

“She is Uhtred’s daughter and my friend. I will not leave here knowing she’s trapped”

He took a step toward you, one too big not to make your breath stop as he was inches from you. You were both breathing heavily as he calculated his words. 

“I will not risk your safety for others”

“It’s what we do”

You barely felt the brief touch of his fingers against yours. A hesitation on his part as he tried to contain himself. 

“I would allow it for anyone else but you”

“Do not make this about me”

Somewhere along on the way you’d gotten closer to each other, the darkness offering a blanket of testing as you pushed further than you’d usually allow - his breath against your cheek as he begged. 

“It’s not that easy to stop thinking about you when you’re right here” 

“Sihtric”

“We need to go. We can tell Uhtred what we saw and at first light they’ll come for her. We know she’s safe” 

“I would do the same if it was you down there and you’d do it for me”

He stopped. 

“Wouldn’t you?”

He hesitated before agreeing. 

You carried on pleaing “If we figure out how to get down to her-”

“We can’t take everyone alone and more than two of us will be a challenge to the gods to get caught” He whispered. You went to respond when his hand cupped your cheek suddenly as he lent his forehead on yours. 

“Stop fighting me on this”

You did - allowing yourself to savor the moment. 

“Okay”

You pulled away from each other. Your blood ran thicker as the adrenaline had you on edge while you made your way back to the tunnels - Sihtric close behind. 

The cold water was a somewhat welcome shock as you lowered yourself in.

“We’ll get her back Y/N” 

He misstuck your contemplation for worry after too long letting the sound of the water flowing around you fill the silence. 

“Do you want to kiss me?”

You didn’t turn to face him as you led the way down the tunnels. 

“What?” Your question threw him off. 

“If I asked you to, would you?” 

He pushed past you and stopped you in your path, eyes worried as he looked you over. 

“Why are you asking?”

“You know why?”

He wet his lips with his tongue. 

“Would you like me to?”

“But you don’t like me” It was almost a question. 

You saw him swallow.

“We need to keep moving” You tried to pass him but he moved into your way. 

“Who told you that?”

“What? That you don’t like me?”

He laughed. This whole situation was laughable - waist deep in water under a captive city with the one man who made you feel so…bothered. 

“You hardly made offerings of friendship to me Y/N”

“You have teased me since the first day we met” 

You urged him to keep walking, talking to each other as you stared at his back. 

“You threatened to punch me”

“Only because of how rude you were”

He looked back at you. 

“I’m a dane”

You shoved him forward but he pulled you with him. 

“I will kiss you if it is what you want?” 

“Do you?” 

“Are you asking me if I want you?”

“Yes” You were frustrated and tired and didn’t understand the feeling of his lips on yours until he had pulled back. 

“What was that?” You almost shouted. 

“You wanted me to kiss you?”

“I asked if you would want to?”

“And I did”

“Why?” 

You had been playing this game with him for so long - the back and forth, the stares and the looks. It finally made you snap as the sudden burst of want wracked you. 

“Because I am in love with you” His smile faded. “Because I love you”

“Why do you act the way you do around me then?”

“Because you do. You act cold and mean and I only give you it back”

“I act that way because I don’t know how else to deal with how you make me feel” You were both quiet until you pushed on his chest. “Don’t smile like that” 

“How do I make you feel huh?” He was teasing. Even in the dim light you could see it. That smirk. 

“You piss me off”

He took a step toward you.

“Oh I do, do I?”

“Yes you do” You felt like stomping your foot had you not been standing in such deep water. 

“And is this you finally admitting you have feelings for me”

“If I admit such things can we get out of here”

“When we do, will you let me kiss you again?” 

You hesitated before pushing him with a smile toward the exit, mumbling a yes. 

You tried not to act so differently around him when you surfaced at the other end. But among all the telling, informing Uhtred about the number of men, of Stiorra, you noted the way Sigtryggr smiled to himself when he caught Sihtrics fingers brushing yours.

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You’re mine, you hear me?

I have finally started to write again, and this is my first Osferth x reader imagine from The Last Kingdom. I hope you will like it, any feedback is greatly appreciated and spurs me to write more.

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Summary: (Y/n), a Princess, is secretly being courted by Osferth, but while being back to Winchester, (Y/n) gets captured and Osferth promised to keep her safe.

Enjoy.

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The road they were taking seemed to be one that had no end and it made it impossible to check how far they had travelled or how far they had left to go. Part of (Y/n) wanted them to finally reach Winchester and find the nearest place of rest, but the other part of her, the more selfish part wanted this trek to continue. The longer they followed this path, the more time she had to spend with Osferth before they were once again separated.

The young Holy man had captured (Y/n)'s heart almost as easy as if he had simply asked for her name. But with (Y/n) being the King's daughter and Osferth being one of Uhtred's warriors, it meant that time wasn't something they got a lot of and being together wasn't something anyone else could know about, at least not for now.

He made (Y/n) want to stay amongst Uhtred's men, he made her want to join them on their journeys to battle and different lands because anything would be better than stuck behind the walls of a fortress with no prospect or opportunity to leave.

A small smile curved at (Y/n)'s lips when she felt Osferth's fingers gently gliding against the back of her hand like petals flowing in the breeze. Their fingers interlocked and (Y/n) brushed her thumb over the back of his digits as they slowed down their pace just a little, keeping a few paces behind the rest of the group but still close enough not to be suspicious.

They couldn't get much time together without everyone else realising there was something between them but they could have little moments like this. The pair chatted as they made their way down the trecked paths each day and it went unnoticed with Finan and Uhtred and Sihtric making their idle gossip amongst one another.

Osferth could feel the way (Y/n) tensed beside him when they started to trample through the leaves, leading off the usual mud path and into the surrounding trees.

"You'll be safe, Princess, do not worry." His words were quiet, almost a silent whisper whistling through the trees but his words caused a tingle to run down the base of (Y/n)'s spine and a fluttering in her heart. It had been a curtesy for him to call her Princess when they first met, a first-name basis wasn't appropriate even though (Y/n) begged for him to use her name. But now the courtesy was a nickname and it was something that shook (Y/n) to her core in the best way possible whenever she heard it.

"I know, I just feel like we should keep going while we still have the light."

For a brief moment, (Y/n) leaned her head on Osferth's shoulder, relishing and sinking into the feeling of being close to him and when his arm moved to swoop around her waist, she could feel her panic subsiding.

Osferth knew that (Y/n) didn't feel safe even when it was dark and they decided to take a rest. It was the thought of being vulnerable that worried her whereas when they were on the move they were always putting a distance between them and any Dane who had decided that she would be a good hostage to gain leverage over her father, the King.

"We will protect you... I will protect you."

(Y/n) closed her eyes, relishing in those words and the feeling of a kiss being pressed to the top of her head before she felt Osferth distance himself a few inches from her so it looked more friendly and platonic between them when they caught up with the rest of them.

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A hum passed through (Y/n)'s lips, her eyes closed to soak in the small streaks of sun cutting through the tops of the trees while her fingers played with a few strands of her hair, forming a small plat. When she eventually opened her eyes, she scanned the branches and twigs at her feet to see which ones to put on the embers of the fire before they were back on their way to Winchester.

But the hum got caught in her throat and her body rooted to the spot she stood on when a sound caught her ears.

Hooves, voices, laughter.

None of which belonged to any of Uhtred's men who were still sat round the fire waking up and getting ready to set off again on their journey. Whoever was on the road was not part of the few men who had sworn to protect (Y/n) and help her get back to Winchester safely. They might even be Danes who would use her as bounty, as a bargaining tool because she doubted any of her father's loyal men would be leaving Winchester at the moment.

Shaking her head to herself, (Y/n) turned on the spot and tried to tread as lightly as her body would allow to make her way back towards the safety within the woods.

Her breath held within her lungs as she slowly but steadily tried to get back to the warriors- to Osferth.

A gasp broke free from (Y/n)'s lips and her body stumbled forward until her knees were scuffing in the leaves and dirt when an arrow swept past her hair and landed in the dirt in front of her. Her fingers curled in the dirt that fisted in her palm and her breaths came out fast and light when she heard voices getting close.

"A woman."

"Out here, alone?"

There had to be more than four of them, (Y/n) was sure but she couldn't make out all their voices or what all of them were saying and trying to whisper but when they started to raise their voices and their loud thudding steps could be heard, she knew she had to run. One word she had heard stood out and it was that one little word that made her blood run cold.

"Dane! Danes are here!" (Y/n) shouted as loud as her voice would allow, praying that her echoes would reach the men in the woods and gain their attention and their help.

The strangers had been close enough to see she was a woman in the woods and they were approaching. Trying to run but go unseen wouldn't go in (Y/n)'s favour when she needed Uhtred and his men to help her. She didn't even have her sword on her person. she was defenceless.

Reaching her arms out, (Y/n) scraped her palms against trees as she ran, propelling herself from them and gaining their energy to push her along.

"Come here, girl!"

(Y/n) felt rough fingers mangling into her hair and yanking on the strands causing her to yelp. It wasn't the touch she wanted or was used to, it wasn't Osferth's fingers slowly and gently raking through her locks, slowly parting them like he was ridding them of knots. It wasn't his gentle fingertips brushing against her scalp in the dead of night when they weren't being watched by others.

The touch made her shriek and stumble backwards before she went on her knees to steady herself. With a straggled breath, (Y/n) let her shaking hand scour through the leaves and soil beneath her before her fingers curled round a sturdy, hefty rock.

Her teeth locked together and her energy pushed to her arm that she swung out at her side before bashing the rock into the man's face. Watching with triumph and fear as he stumbled back from the impact, blood pouring from his eye socket. That gave her enugh time to stumble to her feet and try to keep running away, if they recognised who she was this situation would get worse.

"Finan! Osferth!"

(Y/n) could hear the warriors all shouting but they were just a little too distant for her to work out what they were saying. she couldn't hear Uhtred giving orders, Finan shouting a response or Osferth calling out to her, not even Sehtric grumbling or yelling and grabbing his sword. Their voices were jumbled and their words mushed so she couldn't understand them.

A body collided with her back, a hard, heavy chest forced into her and pushed her to the ground, weighing on top of her like a boulder stopping her from moving or even breathing. His weight was suffocating, as was the stench of him and it made (Y/n) scream with what little air she had left after their tumble to the ground.

She could feel his dirt-ridden nails digging into her skin, his breath hot and sticky on her neck and his chest pushing into her back while he roughly hauled her up to her feet and turned her in the other direction.

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"Where's the Princess?!" Uhtred scanned his eyes around the small camp they had made for the night, his hand on the tip of his sword as he started to hurry. She wasn't hear and there was a ruckus somewhere in these woods that put him on edge.

"She was-"

"Finan! Osferth!"

A shudder ran down the tip of Osferth's spine at the way his name sounded so shrill and horrid in his ears like that. It was the girl he loved screaming his name in the most awful way, he never wanted to hear her say his name like that. His eyes scanned round the camp, his hands curling around a sword left on the floor before his eyes turned wild like a rabid dog about to unleash anger.

"Who was supposed to be watching her?! Someone should have gone with her! Come on." His words had never been so driven and cruel before but he didn't care. Someone should have gone with her wherever she went and no one had leading Osferth to now be leading them running from the camp to find his Princess.

It seemed like the woods were against him, growing ten times more with each step he took trampling through the mud, shit and leaves at his feet. The more he tried to run, the longer the trees stretched out in front of him, trying to hide (Y/n) away from him and keep them apart.

A small slither of relief trickled through Osferth's blood when he could see the road they had been taking finally come within his sight. But along with the road, he could see scuffle marks in the mud, drag marks, leaves scuffed and dents in the ground. There was a rock soaked in blood but that seemed to be from the Dane who was stumbling around a little ways away from them.

(Y/n) let out what scream she could to try and let the warriors who were more like her family, know where she was but her screams and cries were becoming weaker from the way she was being dragged.

They knew she was a Princess, and they didn't seem to want to take her as a hostage in exchange for silver.

"What would your father do if he found out you were taken and living amongst the Danes?"

Raising her chin as high as she could with one man's arm around her neck, (Y/n) tried to look as stern as her grandmother did and conjured up what little courage she had before she spit in the man's face. The liquid trickled down near his ginger beard and cleaned a little dirt from his filthy face but he was less than impressed.

"Hmm, I think an example will be made of you. A heartbroken King is a weak King."

For a few seconds, (Y/n) wasn't sure what he meant by that until more hands were holding onto her and pushing her down to her knees. There were so many things she knew they could do to make an example of her, they could strip her bare and parade her through villages. They could take her dignity and virtue and then parade her and allow others to do the same. They could use her and kill her.

But as (Y/n) tried to control her panicked breathing, she felt a cry bubbling up at the back of her throat when a thick rope was moved in front of her face and then pressed against her delicate neck.

"No! No don't-"

Tears blurred (Y/n)'s vision when the rope pulled her head back despite how hard she tried to pull on it. She could feel one of them knotting it behind her head, they were going to hang her!

Her blurred vision focused on men running in the distance. She could see Osferth leading them her way, they were going to help her.

A frightened, coarse scream left her lips when she was pushed onto her back before the men were suddenly walking away from her in a hurry. Were they going to leave her laid here? Had they been frightened? Uhtred and his men were the stuff of legend, it wouldn't surprise (Y/n) if they left before a bloody battle could happen between them that they wouldn't win.

A frown formed on Osferth's face and his brows narrowed as he watched four men crowding round what he suspected was (Y/n). But they seemed to be moving away from her, surely they weren't just going to leave upon seeing them? Oh God, had they already done something to her? Had they killed her, stabbed her and left her for dead? Had they forced themselves upon her-

No. (Y/n) hadn't been gone long enough for them to be able to do anything of the sort, Osferth was sure of that.

He could hear Finan swearing beside him as he slowed a few paces before Osferth himself paled until he was almost a ghost in front of them.

The four men got back onto their horse's along with the three other men who were sat on their steads, watching things play out. As the tall, bulky figure Osferth presumed was the leader began to head in their direction, such a scream tore through him and made him shiver.

The man had a rope in his hand... that was wrapped around (Y/n)'s throat! (Y/n) snapped her eyes closed but she couldn't help the scream that left her lips when her body was projected backwards, scraping briefly against the gravel and dirt before she felt herself being lifted in the air. The overwhelming, blinding pain in her head and neck made her feel like she was swelling up and her head was about to burst. Her neck was pulsing and throbbing from the rope while the rest of her body was full of air, of drugs rumbling through her system making her feel like she was flying through the air.

Her fingers curled into the rope, nails splitting and scratching into the rough material to try and pull it away from her windpipe but she couldn't, it was holding her up when gravity was trying to pull her back down.

Her eyes were full of tears but she tried to open them when she felt she was no longer flying up towards the sky.

She was a few feet from the floor, her legs kicking and her body swaying as she started to choke on air that she could no longer find. Her blurred eyes made out Uhtred and his men, and she could see a blurring mop of ash blond hair getting closer and closer to her. The shouting and roaring of men around her made it hard to distinguish who was saying what but she didn't care.

She needed to be let down before she died.

Osferth felt tears welling up in his eyes when he watched (Y/n) flail up in the air, her legs kicking and swaying from side to side, her body twisting and writhing, begging to be freed from the rope cutting into her neck.

He didn't feel anything when he dived his sword into the belly of a Dane trying to block his path towards his lover. He didn't care what happened to him, all he knew was that his mind was screaming prayers to God to let him free (Y/n). He couldn't lose her, God couldn't let that happen or Osferth would die too because (Y/n) was his heart and soul.

They had taken down three times the amount of men here with just the four of them before so this was a rather easy task to them but Osferth needed his fellow Warriors to hurry up.

When he was close enough, Osferth dropped his sword at his feet before he hurriedly latched his arms around (Y/n)'s upper thighs, digging his nails into the back of her legs like he was devouring the soft, supple flesh. Once he had a good grip on her, he pushed into her and lifted her weight onto his upper body, holding (Y/n) up higher so the rope wasn't as tight around her neck and she would be able to breathe.

"I got you, I'm here Princess you're okay." Words rambled from his chapped lips before he could even process what he was saying but (Y/n) could hear the strain in his voice.

Her body was being pulled down by gravity, held up by the rope and pushed up higher by Osferth. There were three different forces at work all with different motives and she couldn't help nor fight any of them. Her fingers burned and her skin started to shred against the rope she was pulling from her neck, ragged, blistering breaths left her discoloured lips as she panted for air.

(Y/n) could feel Osferth's head pressing into her lower stomach but it was not like how he had done so many times before. His head wasn't gently nestling into her body or worshipping her body with kisses and his touch, he was pushing into her with a desperate need of love and survival. He started to groan and shout into her skin because he couldn't let her go to cut the rope in case she blacked out or worse, she was hardly breathing at the moment and he was doing his best to keep her high enough to breathe.

The strain was crippling his shoulders and upper back but not as much as the agonising pain it caused his heart.

"Ugrhh... Finan! C-cut the rope!" He all but screamed, trying to look around them but he couldn't move too far because all his strength and attention was on pushing (Y/n) up and resting her on his shoulders and chest. "Noo!"

(Y/n) had never heard Osferth shout in such a brutal, barbaric voice like that before and it rattled her core deep within her. His scream echoed through her stomach and pierced her ears when she saw one of the Dane's try and bash into him, narrowly missing his stomach with the sword he carried.

The blow forced Osferth forward and (Y/n) yelped when her body lurched down again like the hangman had removed the floor and sentenced her down the gallow. Her leg muscles tightened and froze and her stomach lurched into her mouth when she couldn't breathe again. She could feel her head popping, the blood stopping in her deaf ears and her body became hot all over.

Osferth smashed the side of his head into the Dane's nose, cracking it down the middle before he grabbed his sword and screamed, thrusting it up through the man's chin and up behind his nose.

The moment the Dane stumbled back, Osferth turned and grabbed (Y/n) again and hoisted her onto his shoulders, screaming the names of his fellow Warriors to come too his aid.

"Okay, okay she's coming down. Grab her!" Finan ran beside the tree when the last Dane lay slaughtered on the ground. He watched Osferth stand on his tip toes, one arm around (Y/n)'s upper back and the other keeping her legs on his shoulders before Finan hacked at the rope until it frayed in two.

Osferth hadn't quite expected the sudden weight and tumbling when (Y/n)'s body loosened, jolted down onto his shoulders and then fell forward, pushing him onto his back with a thud. His head became buried in her chest in a different way than he was used to and her body engulfed him. He mustered what little strength he had left to curl his hands against her body and twist to his left, groaning as he flipped them over and rolled (Y/n) off him and onto her back so he could help her.

His hands and knees scuffed through the mud and stones as he scrambled to get beside (Y/n). He cupped her face in his hands, pushing Uhtred away when he tried to help.

She was breathing, he could feel her pulse weakly against his fingers and he could see her chest rising and falling but when he removed the rope from her neck, he knew the markings left behind weren't going to heal very nicely.

"Princess? I'm here, you're safe... open those eyes for me."

The moment he saw those beautiful eyes starting to flutter, Osferth pressed his lips against her burning temple, thanking God for sparing her and letting him keep the one closest to his heart. He breathed in her scent, his heaving breaths fanning against her hair that was scattered all around her face but he brushed the strand aside so he could see her better.

He lost himself in the moment.

He just couldn't help himself, he had to scoop her up and kiss her. His hand cradled the back of her neck which he knew would be sore and was lucky not to be broken right now. His fingers smoothed against her skin and the small hairs at the back of her neck while his lips hungrily smothered her own, his tongue exploring her mouth like he was trying to make sure every part of her was still here and not hurt.

It didn't matter that the others had just seen him kiss the Princess they were supposed to be escorting home, not falling for. He couldn't wait around for them all to ask her if she was okay, check her over and fuss and for them to get back on their way before he could hold her close and kiss her and tuck her into his heart.

He wanted her for himself and he didn't care who saw.

(Y/n) let her trembling hand knot in his hair, pulling him closer so she could feel his raging heartbeat pounding through her skin. Her breaths were crackled and broken, she heaved each breath she took but it didn't matter. Her face buried into Osferth's neck, breathing in his scent that made her feel even more lightheaded.

He could feel her struggling to breathe and he moved his other arm to circle around her waist, hoisting her gently onto his lap and leaning her against his chest. He wanted to feel (Y/n)'s weight on him, he wanted that reassurance that all of her was merged with him and that she was okay, he had done what he set out to do.

"Thank you." (Y/n) could barely breathe but the moment she spluttered those words, she couldn't stop herself from starting to cry and haggle for her breath.

"You're mine, you hear me? No one's going to do that to you again, ever. I'm going to keep you safe, Princess."

His lips smothered her cheekbone as he slowly started to rock them both back and forth, clinging to her tighter when she curled into him more. His eyes looked around the other three men watching, seeing Uhtred raise a brow before he looked at the mess around them, Finan scratch the back of his head in shock and Sihtric just tried to smile. They couldn't say anything, at least not yet. It wasn't as if all of them were innocent in things like this.

They just didn't expect it from their baby Monk.

[raparopa]

Helllllooo ☺️

I'm so glad I somehow got you to watch TLK and more you love it! I hope to read TLK from you and i have so many ideas but I don't want to annoy you, so just one request: maybe more if you allow. I Love your writing💓

Sihtric x F!Reader

Both still live with Kjartan, Reader is the healer or something and is almost always treated well. However, Sven has his eye 👁️ on her. (She don't like him) Sihtric is mean to her because he doesn't want to tell his feelings about her. He protects her, but even with small things. With a good end? Oh wait No ... A Bad end? Aaaah i leave it to you 😫

a/n: I tried to put all my work into it, but I didn't really like it. I hope you will have a different opinion and you will like it, because I rarely write such great works BUT feel free to ask more

@popcorn1989

warnings: Sihtric acting like a little shit, understatement, Sven

pairing: Sihtric x fem!reader (interactions)

fool and coward

Life has taught Y/N to be attentive. The way and where she lived made her grow eyes on the back of her head, as every step of the people around her could become fatal for her. Even though she was worth her weight in gold here, it would be foolish not to be afraid.

Y/N did not know how to handle a sword, fought absolutely terribly and generally preferred quiet walks to noisy feasts. But on the other hand, it was she who pulled out arrows and fragments of swords from the warriors of Kjarton, healed deep wounds and cuts, set dislocated limbs and prepared drugs for the wild hangover that ale brought on the warriors.

It was difficult to find a good healer, but Kjarton succeeded, and he was ready to take care of this girl like hundreds of chests of silver. Like the apple of an eye.

And the healer Y/N enjoyed respect and even some reverence, which seemed to be shared by everyone except Sven.

x x x

Y/N sat at a table in the darkest corner, while the hall and people were drowning in a feast. With her head propped on her hand, she examined the shiny apple, thinking about whether to bite into it or throw it at someone's head.

- Such a holiday, and the little healer is sitting alone, - someone plopped down next to her on the bench, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. -Instead of having a good time.

-Sven,- Y/N turned, clenching her teeth and clenching an apple in her hands. - Fuck off, okay? I'm not in the mood to have fun.

-What about entertaining? For example, me? - Sven grinned nastily, moving closer so that his blond beard tickled her cheek. Y/N twitched, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but it didn't work. But this action made Sven laugh a lot.

-Come on, Y/N, - Sven whispered. - You're so beautiful, so cold... I just want to warm you up a little.

From this phrase Y/N wanted to die on the spot from horror and disgust.

-Go, take a dip in a barrel of water, you drunken pig.- A metallic voice came from opposite.

Opposite, resting his hands on the table, and hanging like a kite over his prey, stood Sihtric. From his look and tone, he clearly wasn't saying this in a friendly manner, rather he was waiting for an excuse from Sven to use his knife.

-Find yourself another girl, you bastard,- Sven waved him off. Y/N twitched even harder, feeling anger rising in her throat.

- You, piece of shit, told you to get lost. Otherwise, the feast in honor of the holiday will turn into a feast in honor of the funeral. Sihtric jerked sharply towards Sven, causing him to cowardly recoil from the girl.

- That's it, I understand. - He raised his hands, got up from the table, looking at Y/N for the last time and silently left.

Y/N also jumped up from the bench, dropping an apple on the table.

-Thank you, Sihtric.- She thanked.

He didn't answer, only nodding his head, still glaring at the healer with hostility.

- Will you walk me to my room? If it's not difficult for you?

He immediately nodded without thinking for a second, and Y/N and Sihtric strode down the empty corridors to the healer's room. Sitric was silent.

- Sven is an idiot. - said Y/ N, quietly. Sihtric made a strange sound.

-He wouldn’t have climbed to you if you had made more efforts not to see him next to you.- The warrior replied low.

Hearing these words, Y/N stopped.

-What are you talking about? -She was indignant. -Do you want to say that it's my fault?

-I said something else, you just...

-I'll go by myself. And I will think about how to make more efforts in order to save my life from drunken freaks. - Y/ N twitched away from Sihtric, feeling like she wants to cry at his unfair words.

-Y/N, wait.- Sihtric breathed heavily, remaining standing in the corridor, realizing how big he screwed up.

x x x

-Hurry up, Y/N! - the maid was dragging her along the corridor by the sleeve.

-Yes, what is it, Oda, what's the hurry?

- Sven sent me for you. He received some serious injury, a healer is indispensable.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but tightened her grip on her supply bundle.

They went downstairs to the main hall, where several of Kjarton's men were sitting.

-What happened? -Y/N frowned, going up to Sven, putting his things next to him.

- Call to Eir, healer, - Sven's voice was so feigned that I wanted to cry. - It seems... It seems that my arm was broken, and the pain pierces my body. Save me, beautiful maiden!-He grabbed Y/N by the waist.

-Don't talk nonsense,- Sihtric approached them, slapping Sven on the shoulder, which supposedly hurt. - You just tripped over a root and fell into the hole like a bag of shit. Go, Y/n, you are not needed here.

Y/N's eyebrows twitched. She turned slowly to Sihtric, burning him with her eyes. He looked anywhere but at her.

- No, Y/N, don't go. I didn't let you go.- Sven grumbled.

- I have patients with more serious problems than lying in a hole, Sven. I'm really leaving, thanks for the tip, Sihtric. -Y/N gathered her things and hid in the doorway.

The first snow fell from the sky, it was cool. Y/N twitched her nose at the smell of frost.

-Wait,- Sihtric caught up with her.

-Wait.-Y/N stopped abruptly, turning to face him. -What to expect? So that you say something nice again, how can you?

Sihtric rolled his eyes.

-I just want to say that you see how Sven behaves. Can you just...just not give in to his provocations? You're a smart girl, but you're acting like a little fool who doesn't understand what's going on.

-Since when do you worry so much about this?- Y/N chuckled.

Sihtric rolled his eyes.

-Apparently, you really are a fool, Y/N. - He spat sharply, turning around and leaving.

The blood boiled in the veins of Y/N. Why has he been acting like this lately? What's going on with Sihtric?

- Sihtric!

x x x

Y/N hasn't seen Sihtric for several days. But she saw Sven perfectly every time she left her room. And every time the Gods sent Y/N more and more fears, the soul told her that something was brewing.

Y/N looked out the window. The snow was falling even harder, turning into a snowfall. The trembling made its way to the very bones, the frost pinched the skin, I wanted to sleep.

-You will freeze and die.- Sihtric said as he approached her.

- Yes ... it’s sad to die a complete fool. - Y/N answered.

Sihtric exhaled noisily.

-Come on, tell me that everywhere and everywhere I am to blame, Sihtric. And tell Sven the only time he can hit on me is when I learn how to kick him in the balls.

-I was rude to you...

-That's putting it mildly! -Y/N turned to face him. -All you've been telling me for the last month is that I'm a fool who is to blame for the fact that my master's son, a one-eyed bastard, wants to turn me into a comfort rag doll. Thank you Sihtric, I've heard that from you before.

-I got excited.

-Thanks for acknowledging. I will comfort myself with this.

Sihtric opened his mouth as if about to say something. He tightly gripped his ax in his hands, looking at Y/N's face.

- We'll talk later, Y/N. I still have things to do.” He lowered his head as he said it low.

-But…-Y/N's shoulders slumped, and her eyes widened in disappointment, as if expecting what Sihtric hadn't told her. -But I…

But Sihtric had already left, burning with the desire to open his chest from his own stupidity, tear out the heart and present it to her. Instead of a thousand words.

[folkloresthings]

osferth + his love language of giving. crushing hard on the pretty face he keeps seeing around the town, so he takes it upon himself to collect the wildflowers that grow down by the river and leave them at your door. always finding some kind of trinket to bring back to you after he’s been away with uhtred for a few weeks. giving you his crucifix necklace before going into battle, because “if you have it, i will come back for it”. pestering finan and sihtric to find out where their wives got those jewels for their hair because you would look just ravishing with them. osferth and being reminded of you every time he sees something so he just has to bring it back to you.

[lexyleblancc]

Thank the Gods {Sihtric}

Summary: Your husband comes home early, making an attempt to fufill your truest desire. 

Husband!Sihtric x Wife!Reader 

Word count: 1.2k

warnings: Mentions of smut, Insinuation of smut but nothing is written :)

Your husband wasn’t due home for another week, and you couldn’t help but miss him in his time gone. You worked with Lady Gisla in hopes to find a distraction, helping with her children in any way you could while he was away. Although from Winchester you moved to Coccham as soon as you had married your husband, you found some days you missed the busier streets of the heart of Wessex. 

“Where is my woman?” The sound of your front door opening and closing, and the sound of an oh -so familiar voice made you drop the knife on the kitchen counter. 

“Sihtric!” You exclaimed, rushing through the house to meet your husband. He dropped his bag by the door and opened his arms, laughing as you hurdled yourself into him. “You’re home! You weren’t supposed to be back for another week!”

“Are you not happy to see me, my love?” Sihtric asked teasingly, placing you back on your feet as he cupped your face between his hands. 

“Quite the opposite.” You told him, your arms curling into the hair on the nape of his neck. Your husband smiled down at you, his forehead resting against yours as he leaned in to connect your lips. “I’ve missed you.” You hummed through the kiss, tilting your head to the side as his lips connected with your neck. 

“I have missed you every moment I was gone.” Sihtric mumbled against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He always had this effect on you, you would bend to his very will if he asked. “I see we weren’t blessed with any pups.” He groaned, his hands moving to your stomach. You let out a sigh, grabbing his hands and stepping back from him slightly. It was true, and it left you wondering why the Gods hadn’t blessed you yet. 

“I’m sorry-” 

“You shouldn’t be.” Sihtric hummed, placing a kiss to the crown of your head before pulling you into his arms. “We are young, we have an entire lifetime to have a family, my love.” He mumbled into your hair as you clutched onto him. 

“Let me finish making dinner and I will get a bath ready for you.” You spoke, although your voice was muffled by his chest. 

“Will you be joining me?” He asked, a smile on his face as he looked down to you. 

“I have a feeling the water will be black once we finish scrubbing you clean.” You told him with a laugh, stepping away from his arms. You helped to slip his cloak off, promising yourself that you would wash it before he leaves again. Hanging his cloak up by the door, you ushered your husband to sit at the table in the kitchen as you puttered around, finishing the stew you had started before he had come home. In between getting the stew ready, you worked at warming water in the wooden tub. Once the stew was finished to cook over the fire, you smiled in triumph and looked over your shoulder. 

Sihtric’s eyes never left you, watching as you worked quickly. You always hummed while you cooked, and most times you didn’t even realize it, but the man loved it. “Your bath should be ready, my love.” You told the man, walking forward with the intent to pull him towards it, but you were pulled into his lap instead. 

“I love you, (Y/N).” He mumbled, before connecting his lips to yours. 

“I love you too, Sihtric.” You told him, your hand cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing along his cheekbone. “Now come, before the water turns cold.” The man let out a laugh as you dragged him to the tub, helping him from his armor and tunic as he quickly got into the tub. The two of you worked quickly to scrub any dirt from his skin. Sihtric hummed as you ran your hands through his hair, scrubbing soap into it until it sudded. “Finish up, I will go find something for you to change into.” You told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you stood from your spot kneeling beside the tub. 

Sihtric did as he was told, rinsing his hair of the soap, and his body as well. He wrapped a cloth around his waist as you walked into the room, handing him a clean tunic and trousers. “Supper should be ready now, get dressed.” 

“Have you always been this demanding?” Sihtric asked with a laugh, making you roll your eyes at your husband’s question and leave him to change. When he was dressed, Sihtric joined you at the table. His hair was still wet, small droplets of water falling onto his shoulders but he was too hungry to care. “I have missed your cooking.” He told you, as you placed a bowl in front of him. Sihtric would take your cooking over those of the men they traveled with any day. 

“I have missed having you here to eat it.” You told him softly, offering him a smile as they two of you ate. You listened intently as Sihtric told you where they had just come back from now, the smile never leaving his face as he talked of their adventures. You listened intently, until both of your bowls were empty and your stomach was full. You watched your husband talk, his eyes lighting up as he spoke, which never failed to make you smile. Sihtric was normally such a quiet man, but the sound of his voice always calms your nerves. Hearing him step through the door and call for you always brought you peace, it meant he was still here with you. 

“My love, are you listening?” Sihtric asked, noticing when you looked to be in a day dream. You hummed in response, nodding slightly. A smile tugged at his lips at your response. “What are you thinking?” 

“Do you know how long you will be home for?” You asked, Sihtric shook his head. “Then I was thinking, the more time we spend in bed, the higher our chance for some pups.” You told him, a cheeky smile falling upon you. Sihtric’s eyes went wide at your comment, but he nodded quickly. “Lock the door, I will clean up quickly.” You told him, Sihtric was quick to stand from the table as you grabbed your dishes with a laugh. 

The man was quick to lock the door for the night, walking back into the kitchen to find you tidying up from dinner. He wrapped his arms around your waist as his lips found your neck, placing open mouth kisses against any surface he could reach. 

“No more waiting love, it was your idea.” He whispered into your ear making you shiver. Before you could protest he turned you around and placed a quick kiss to your lips, before throwing you over his shoulder. You laughed loudly as he made his way through your house, kicking the bedroom door closed as he placed you on the bed. His lips met yours quickly, your arms finding their place around his neck to pull him closer to you. 

“Thank the Gods for blessing me with you.” Sihtric hummed against your lips. 

[little-diable]

Stream - Finan x Reader x Sihtric (smut)

Besties, y'all need to hype this up, since there aren't many active TLK readers on here currently. Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this! Enjoy my loves. xxx

Summary: pwp, the three of them fuck in a stream close to Winchester, set in S2E6

Warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected vip, handjob, sex in the stream so somewhat public

Pairing: Finan x fem!reader x Sithtric (1.2k words)

Winchester was busy, people kept running around, chatting about the upcoming wedding of Æthelred and Æthelflæd, excited about the following celebrations, all too oblivious to the danger waiting ahead. (Y/n) was sitting on the stairs in front of Finan and Sihtric, not sparing much attention to the words Æthelwold tried to share with Uhtred. She had her shoulders pressed against Finan’s knees, eyes closed to enjoy the way her lover kneaded her aching shoulders, trying to work on the pain lingering inside her body. 

“Come, the king’s waiting.” (Y/n)’s eyes fluttered open to follow Uhtred’s frame disappearing, giving the others a few moments of silence. While the monk that had found its way to them moments ago now disappeared within the crowd, Æthelwold also left the others behind, probably finding comfort in the nearest alehouse.

“So, what shall we do?” Finan’s voice echoed through the air, eyes flickering between (y/n) and Sihtric. A smile tugged on the woman’s lips, rising to her feet with a small groan rumbling through her. 

“How about a bath? We should make use of the calmness before it escalates, and I think we all know it won’t take long for something to happen.” With both her hands reached out for her two lovers to take, (y/n) dragged them through the city, mind set on a nearby stream she had found the last time they'd been here. 

“I think our lady here is just trying to get us out of our leather.” Sihtric’s laugh overpowered the clicking of (y/n)’s tongue, slightly shaking her head as she let go of their hands, coming to halt in front of the stream. The water looked all too clear in the sun, shielded from any curious eyes, giving them the calmness their minds had been aching for. 

The three of them started undressing, eyes shut to enjoy the cold water clinging to their bodies, washing away the dirt and sweat of the past days. For a few moments none of them dared to speak up, basking in one another’s company, in the sweet sounds of nature, and the quiet stories the rushing by water told. 

Finan’s wandering hands started to break the peace, pulling (y/n) against his chest to press a few kisses against her now cool skin. A soft moan broke through the female warrior, eyes still closed to focus on her lover’s touch, not noticing the look of mischief Finan shot Sihtric, watching him move closer. Sihtrics hands moved up her sides, cupping her breasts to leave a few kisses along them, softly sucking on her hardening nubs. 

Her eyes fell open, eyes catching Sihtric’s glistening ones, not breaking eye contact once, not even as Finan’s hand found its way between their bodies, cupping her heat. She was dripping for her lovers, desperate to be filled by them, to pleasure one of them with her hand, while the other would take her like they’d done hours ago, in the quiet hours of the night. 

“Your body’s aching for us, eh?” She could only moan to reply to the words Finan murmured into her ear, skilled fingers brushing through her folds. With trembling fingers (y/n) found Sihtric’s chin, pulling him up to meet her lips in a teeth-clashing kiss, tongues battling for victory. (Y/n)’s moans and the satisfied groans of her lovers broke the calmness of the afternoon, echoing through the air as if they were holding their own celebration, clinging to one another in hopes of being able to stay like this forever. 

“Need you, please, I need more.” Her words were murmured against Sihtric’s lips, making a smirk widen on them. 

“You hear that, Finan? So desperate for us.” Sihtric pressed one last kiss against her lips before his eyes met Finan’s, wordlessly communicating their next movements. Her hand was brought to Sihtric’s twitching cock, while Finan brushed his through her folds from behind, coating himself in her arousal. She was pulled in for another bruising kiss as Finan pushed into her from behind, forcing her walls to spread. 

Trembling hands struggled to pump Sihtric’s cock, mind and body distracted by the feeling of Finan taking her from behind. Sihtric’s hand helped her move, unable to bite down his smirk as he watched her tremble between them, still not used to being touched like that, even after months of sharing her body and soul with the two men. 

“I bet the gods are jealous of me right now, what a sight.” Heat flushed through her at Sihtric’s words, unable to pick up on the words Finan murmured, swallowed by the moan breaking through the man. Her walls clenched around his cock, already close, not able to drag out the moment much longer. 

Sihtric’s cock twitched in her grasp, head rolling back to expose his neck further to her wandering eyes, enjoying the way she tightened her grip on him. The three lovers were a tangled mess of moans and groans, unable to hold back as they pushed themselves further and further towards the edge, about to cum together. 

(Y/n) was the first to let go, eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm rocked through her, forcing her to struggle with the pumping motion of her hand, needing Sihtric’s help once again. The men followed her down the edge moments later, cum painting her walls and her stomach white, leaving their stain on her as if it was the first time they were claiming her. All three of them were heavily panting, clinging to one another for a few more moments before they parted, desperate for another dip. 

“I love you.” Sihtric whispered the words as he pulled (y/n) in for a kiss, not letting her go yet, unable to trust her quivering limbs. She replied the loving three words with her hand cupping his cheek, laughing in surprise as Finan picked her up, pulling her away from Sihtric to squeeze her sides, forcing another love confession from her lips, desperate to word out the way he loved her. 

And with the sun burning down on the three lovers, they found some peace in its warmth and company, momentarily able to forget about the struggles laying ahead.

[silens-oro]

Sin

Osferth x f!reader

Masterlist

Synopsis: Some teasing on the road. Word Count: 516 Content Warning: Some talks of humping, but this is pure fluff.

AN: I've been absent from this blog for a very long time and wanted to write a quick drabble to get me back on track with my other open fics. Osferth and his silly lil haircut are a good place to start.

This blog is 18+ only

The Last Kingdom requests are OPEN

“You’re tellin’ me that our fiercest maiden to grace our presence hasn’t humped you yet?” Osferth’s face turned beet red at Finan’s question. 

“The monk remains pure, Finan.” You called back over your shoulder with a laugh. “I do not wish to be the reason his soul suffers in -what did you call it, Osferth?” You asked with a snap of your fingers, “-Ah! The flames of eternal damnation,” You looked to a blushing Osferth who merely nodded with his head down, trying hard not to laugh lest he be smited by God himself. 

You winked at Osferth when his eyes met yours before you turned forward once more. 

“He has his reasoning,” You shrugged, “and I respect him for it. Not every man has the will to stave off the serpent of temptation, Finan. You least of all.” You teased.

“Eternal damnation?” Finan wrapped his arm around Osferth’s neck and pulled him close to speak into his ear. “You’d be witnessing the gardens of Eden, Baby Monk. The second best wonder next to the Pearly Gates,” He led Osferth’s gaze to your strong backside as you walked ahead of them none the wiser. The men’s eyes met each other once more, identical grins overtaking their features. 

“That is your devil talking into your ear, Osferth,” Uhtred chuckled beside you, joining in. He glanced back. “Do not fall for his tricks.” Osferth signed the cross on his chest but the smile never left his face. 

“I don’t know, Uhtred,” You started, “what is life without a little bit of sin?”

“Boring,” Sihtric called back with a chuckle. You gave him a pointed look in agreeance.

“Exactly!” You exclaimed, walking a few more paces before you turned back to Osferth and continued on, “One of these days I will bewitch you, Osferth. It is not a matter of if…but a matter of when.” The men hooted and hollered at the monk’s expense, but the teasing was all in good fun. You sent him a soft smile and another wink before turning back to keep up with Uhtred.

Osferth’s eyes never left you and neither did the smile on his lips.

“You’re thinkin’ about it too much, Baby Monk.” Finan coached Osferth.

“I know she is just jesting.” He spoke softly with a sigh. “I could never be worthy of her gaze, let alone her touch.” Finan pulled Osferth to a stop. Sihtric gave them both a look as he passed them. “And it would be a sin to act on those urges even if they were reciprocated.”

“The fiercest woman in the entirety of the Heptarchy has her sights set on you, whether you can believe it or not. She’s never given any of us sad sacks the time of day, but she extends herself to you. That’s got to count for something?”

Osferth thought for a moment. He looked to you once more, laughing at something Uhtred said before punching him on the arm.

“She is a sight to behold.” Osferth breathed with a lovesick look overtaking him as he continued on, leaving Finan to watch with his jaw dropped in gleeful shock.

[disasterofastory]

I don’t break (Uhtred x Reader)

I don't break Uhtred x Reader Warnings: smut

Summary: Uhtred gives you what you want.

Uhtred of Bebbanburg can seem like a beast in the eyes of the others. He is a big, hulking figure, and the furs around his wide shoulders and leather on his broad chest do nothing to hide his muscles and the strength he holds in them. Despite the place of his birth, he is a Dane, and it's enough to be a godless monster in front of the Saxons.

You can often hear the lies and gossips about him and his relentless way with women in the bed.

He hurts them.

He tears them apart without a second thought.

Oh, you wish.

Despite Uhtred's appearance, he is a gentle lover. He hovers above you like a shield while you keep him close to you with your legs and kiss him until you feel dizzy and breathless. His touches are warm and soft and something you often dreamed about as a young woman. He cocoons you in his warmth on cold nights, whispering sweet nothing into your ears as he thrusts into you until you tremble and moan under his touch.

And it drives you into the wall.

You feel like a porcelain doll in his hold, and you start to get tired of it. You need more. You need the beast in him to make you his. Is it so hard to ask for?

The fireplace keeps you warm in your thin nightgown. Your skin smells like wildflowers and herbs from your bath. The air is filled with their scent.

The woods quietly crackle under the heat, but the house is silent otherwise. Uhtred is still at the alehouse probably, trying to prove to Beocca that he is not a moron. You smile at the thought as you check on the fire.

Everything is ready for your husband to come home. And you are more than ready for your husband to come.

You can hear Uhtred's footsteps before he opens the door of your bedroom. A wide smile tugs on his lips when he notices you, but you can see some confusion in his eyes when you stand up from your seat, and he looks over at your form.

The dress you chose for the night keeps little for the imagination with the thin fabric and deep cleavage. You can feel your nipples harden as you make your way to him and his eyes travel all over your body repeatedly.

"Husband," you greet him innocently, placing your hands on his leather-covered chest.

"How was your day?" He asks, leaning down to your level for a kiss while you start to free him from his clothes.

"As usual," you answer.

He lets you undress him, watching you curiously. You move to the center of the room, leaving his clothes on the floor until he wears nothing just pants.

His pale white skin seems darker under the orange light of the fire. Goosebumps run through his arms as you pet his biceps, kissing his chest here and there.

"What is your plan?" He asks suspiciously but enjoys your attention.

"What do you think?" You ask back, still nibbling on the muscle of his left breast.

"You wicked woman," he says, smiling. He hugs your waist, pulling you closer to kiss you, but you stop him with your finger on his pouty lips.

"Nope," you tell him to his surprise. "Tonight, we play as I want."

"And what do you want?"

His amusement lessens when he notices your seriousness and embarrassment. He stares at you, waiting for you to continue.

"Y/N?"

Your skin burns under his gaze as you bite your lip, thinking how you should tell him what you want.

"I want you to be rougher," you confess.

"What?" He asks back immediately. He doesn't seem angry or disappointed, his eyebrows drawn together with confusion.

"You always treat me like a doll," you explain. "I know we come from different worlds, but you don't have to act as I break from the smallest touches. I heard you brag about your humping before we got together, I want that."

Uhtred never thought that you were dissatisfied in bed. You are a gentle woman who prefers to keep the fire burning at home and cooking for him and his men. You rather heal people than kill them, and he thought, you prefer the gentleness in the sheets too.

Uhtred can't help but smile at you. You look like a goddess in the light dress. He can see your curves thanks to the lights, your lips are almost pouty, and the glint in your eyes is stubborn.

"So you want to be with a Dane?" He asks smugly with a smirk on his lips.

"If you put it that way," you shrug, relieved that you didn't hurt him with your little confession.

Your stomach is already in a tight knot, and you can feel the wetness between your legs even if he didn't touch you yet.

"Okay then," he says, still smirking. "But tell me if it's too much," he adds, more seriously.

"Okay," you nod, looking up at him waitingly.

He starts it slowly as always. His kiss is warm and passionate as his arms curl around your waist. Your body pressed against his. His lips find their way down to your neck, nibbling on the soft flesh. Keeping your arms around his shoulders, you let him lead you to the bed. He pulls on the straps of your dress, kissing down on your shoulders. The fabric pools around your legs, forgotten.

You are surprised when he lets you go to lie down on the bed, making himself comfortable.

Should you do something, or...?

"Sit on my face," he says. "Come on, wife, smother me," he smirks.

Still in shock, but you do as he says. You climb up on top of him, above his face, embarrassed.

"I said, sit," he says but doesn't wait for your reaction.

Uhtred grabs your thighs, pulling your down on himself. His fingers sink into your flesh, keeping you there when you want to jump from the sudden feeling. His tongue licks up on your slit.

"Uhtred," you moan, gripping the wall before you.

His head is buried in your pussy, sucking and nibbling on your sensitive parts.

"Oh, God," you gasp when you feel his tongue in you, circling and thrusting. The skin on the small part between your hips and thighs is red from the force he holds you down on himself.

"Uhtred," you say his name again, leaning against the cold wall when you feel yourself cum. You coat his tongue and face with your juices.  He licks up everything you have to give, and before you know, your body shakes from another orgasm.

Your breath is still heavy when Uhtred turns you around, making you squeal. He still holds your hips, moving up to kiss you on the lips. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he pushes himself into your mouth. His face is wet, glistening with your wetness.

"Are you okay?" He asks smugly.

You hum in answer, nodding.

A smirk is the last thing you see before he turns you on your stomach, holding your bottom up in the air.

"I love it," he murmurs just to himself, spanking your asscheek for fun. You moan at the feeling, and he freezes for a second. "Did you like it?"

"Yes," you nod, hiding your face in the pillows under you.

He tugs you closer to himself, gridding his hard cock to your cunt. The rough fabric of his trousers flickers your clit, shooting small lightings through your body. Your moan is muffled by the pillows.

Uhtred backs away for a little, striking down on your bottom once again. Your cheek jiggles after his touch. Your skin is burning, making you drip onto the sheets.

Your husband grabs your pussy without warning, using your wetness for lubricant as he pushes two of his fingers inside you. His nails almost break the skin of your ass as he shakes it from time to time for his own enjoyment before he spanks you again.

"Uhtred," you moan, pushing yourself against him. "Please."

"What?" He taunts you. "What do you want, darling wife?"

"You," you breathe.

"What more?"

"Your cock," you give in. "I want your cock in my pussy. Please, Uhtred."

The man smirks, hearing your desperate voice, freeing himself from his pants, pulling on his cock a few times before he lines himself up to your entrance. He plays with your folds, smearing your juices around your pussy.

"Husband," you moan again. "Fuck me."

Uhtred thrusts into you immediately. He fills you up with one thrust, leaning most of his weight on you.

"Oh, God," You scream. Saliva drips down on your chin.

"It's Uhtred," he replies smugly, backing away and pushing himself in you again. He doesn't give time for your to adjust to his size. He fucks you into the bed, and you have to support yourself, so you don't hit your head against the wall. He slams into you feverishly, using you for his own pleasure.

He moves closer to you, so his thighs are under you as he straightens you up against his chest. His grip on your hips runs up to your breasts. His breath is hot against your neck. Through the dizziness, you can feel his teeth from time to time.

"Cum," he orders you. "Cum around me, wife. Milk my cock."

And you do. Your walls tighten and pulsate around his hard length, milking him, demanding his release.

"You can do better," he says, running one of his hands between your legs to draw fast circling on your clit.

"Uhtred," you snap almost in panic as you grab his wrist.

Your senses filled with pleasure. Your muscles twitch, and the heat in your lower abdomen is so powerful it almost makes you faint.

When the world clears out a bit around you, you are against Uhtred, who hugs you patiently. His cock is still in you, and his seed seeps out from your hole.

"How was that?" He asks. His voice is a quiet murmur next to your ear.

"So good," you sigh, still holding him. "So good."

He hums, kissing your shoulder and helping your lie down on the bed, covering you with pelts before climbing in beside you. His skin is sticky with sweat, but none of you feel the strength to get up to have a bath.

"You are my doll, Y/N," Uhtred says, kissing your hair and holding you close to himself as both of you fall asleep.

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Two Halves of a Whole

2. Living with You

Part 1

Alpha!Osferth x Omega!Reader

Summary: When you moved away from the town you were born in, you didn't know where to go. Soon, you found an abandoned cottage in the woods and decided to make it your own. You never expected to meet your mate, but the scent made you follow. His scent made you go after him.

During each battle all he could think about is you.

All he could focus on was victory. 

Because each one meant he would be a step closer to going back to you.

His companions knew.

They knew the next morning about what happened. They could smell the sweet scent of the handkerchief in his pocket. They could see the shine in his eyes.

They all knew.

Yet, no one said anything. All of them stayed quiet about it.

But they were extremely happy for their baby monk.

So, when during their last battle Osferth got hurt, everyone's heart sank.

The fact that not only their friend got hurt but also the fact that he now had a sweet woman waiting for him, broke their heart.

Thankfully, Osferth, much like many alphas, healed quickly, and soon, he asked to be let go. He explained to his Lord that he wanted to go and be with his mate.

Uthred, of course, understood and gave the permission for him to leave. With the reminder that He could be back at any time as he pleases. And when he has pups of his own, he will have to introduce them.

Osferth left with bandages, but his heart was longing. Longing for the sweet Omega he met.

And he couldn't wait much longer to see you.

Injury or not.

And just how beautiful you were.

His dreams did no justice to your beauty or your scent as you stood there, smiling at him before running into his arms.

He was finally there, holding you.

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You helped his wound heal, and Osferth was just so happy.

You were always so close, letting him smell you whenever he wished, his nose often found itself in your hair.

You were such a perfect Omega.

Osferth absolutely loved his new life.

Living with his Omega in this nice little comfortable cottage. 

He got used to this new life rather quickly. The chopping wood, feeding animals, and tending to a garden became his daily routine. 

You cooked, baked, fixed ripped clothes and helped him where you could.

Life with you was easy and comfortable. 

Osferth often found himself longing. Longing to be close to you in a different manner. But he knew he had to keep his beast down. The last thing he wanted was to scare you, especially since the two of you did have a lengthy conversation on mating and pups. And Osferth was a patient man.

But just because he agreed on waiting, didn't mean he wouldn't hold you close every single night. Letting you snuggle into his side as he kept both of his arms around you. 

And you adored him for it.

It made you feel safe and secure. You weren't sure just how you slept before, but you knew you would never be able to sleep alone again.

And you didn't have to.

To your surprise, Osfert was a rather good farmer. He had a lot of knowledge on herbs. He also took good care of your animals.

If you weren't in love with him before, the moment his eyes shined as he ate your cooking surely would have made you fall.

One evening, Osferth was looking around the house, trying to find you but he couldn't.

"Lady Y/N!" he yelled for what felt like the thousandth time. "OMEGA!" he ended up yelling in desperation. 

Why couldn't he find you?

Where were you?

He tried to find you using your scent but since everything around the house smelled like you, he had no luck. 

Then, he smelled it. 

"Fuck!" he said, quickly grabbing his nose in his hands, he needed to focus. He ran out of the house, finding you standing by the river, he could see you were shaking. Upon his arrival, you slowly turned.

"I don't know what's going on. I'm scared." you whispered as he still tried his best not to inhale from his nose.

"You are in heat, Love." 

Oh. That explained it. 

"Will you help me, Osferth? I'm so hot but cold at the same time."

"Don't ask me to help. I won't be able to control myself. Let's get you home." he reached out to you. 

You knew what a heat was. You had them previously but they were never this strong. Could be because this time you had your mate with you.

You two were on your way home when you suddenly stopped, making Osferth look at you.

"I didn't build a... nest." you admitted, it made you feel like you have failed.

"It's okay, you couldn't expect it to happen, we can build you one now, a nice and warm one, okay?"

You quickly nodded before following him once more.

You stood in front of your bed, looking at it, frozen as Osferth grabbed a couple blankets and some of his shirts, putting it down next to you.

You looked at the pile of clothes before starting on your nest.

You were amazed at how great it turned out.

You were led by instinct and it paid off. You then slowly moved to lay down in it, Osferth knelt down on the floor, reaching for your hand as he watched you.

He heard a lot about heat. He knew what an Omega needed when they were in one, he heard that some experienced pain and also others barely even noticed that they were in heat. You looked calm and collected, which did help to keep his inner beast down. He would hate to do something you would regret later. 

"Can you hold me? Like you always do?" you asked.

"I-In your nest, Lady?"

"Join me please." and he didn't need to be told twice. He quickly moved laying down behind you just like you asked, his arms moving around you. His nose glued to your neck, smelling you. 

He took deep breaths smelling the aroma your body left, only for him. 

But he needed to protect you.

From what? He wasn't sure. But he knew he needed to protect you because he would certainly not use your heat to breed you. He wouldn't let his mind even wonder in that direction.

You weren't ready, and frankly, he wasn't either.

Not now.

Osferth found it rather easy to keep his Alpha in check. He was afraid to lose control, but he never did. 

You were also a lot calmer than you thought you would be. But then again, there were heats in the cases of Omegas when they didn't experience it as strongly as other times. It really varied. 

And this one, was a short and less intense one. 

And you were grateful for that.

But you were even more grateful for Osferth. He stayed beside you at all times. Not letting go of you, you could only imagine how hard it was for him.

Little did you know that it wasn't as bad as he expected it to be.

And as your heat ended, you returned to your normal routine.

One evening, Osferth finally gathered his courage and asked your hand in marriage.

You knew that his God meant a lot to him, so it was no surprise that he wished to marry you.

And of course, you said yes.

You two got married in the village close to your home. You two made up a story about being runaway lovers and the priest was more than happy to wed you two. It was late at night. But he still looked like the most beautiful man in the entire world. 

He was your world.

As you watched his eyes shine in the candle light, his hair a bit longer than before, his smile never leaving his face.

You knew that he was all you ever needed.

Your perfect, protective Alpha.

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lost

platonic!osferth x gn!reader, 224 words tw: being lost, slight argument, short fic a/n: i started writing this like... three months ago.

"We're lost," you said, disbelief coursing through your veins.

Osferth looked up at you, almost completely lost in his thoughts. He came to a stop, confused.

"What?"

"We are lost."

"We are not," he said defensively.

"You do not want to admit that you have a bad sense of direction. It's fine, but you've got us lost."

“I am telling you, Y/n, we are not lost,” he said. “I’ve walked this path before. Lord Uhtred will be just beyond the valley.”

“And if you’re wrong?”

“What?”

“If you are wrong. If we truly are lost. What will we do then?”

“As I have said,” he sighed, exasperated. “We are not lost.”

You were tired—he knew this. He was, too. The journey was long and on foot; he couldn’t wait to be back at the camp, where everyone else would meet up after their own journeys.

You were getting on his nerves, and like the good monk he is, he tried not to let it get to him. But being a “good” monk had yet to truly work out for him.

“That is yet to be determined,” you said, crossing your arms over your chest as you turned to face him.

He simply rolled his eyes, saying nothing more as the two of you continued to walk. At some point, you'd find the camp.

Eventually.