#the last kingdom oc

[mmurkoff]

watching the last kingdom .. scribbling down and reworking oc content

[mommytauriel]

+ · 。~ my besties aethelstan and cynlaef

pairing: cynlaef x f! OC (platonic), aethelstan x f! OC (platonic?), other characters mentioned | genre: headcanons, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, humor, found family | warnings: none | wc: 1k+ |

synopsis: being uhtreds youngest daughter and being best friends with aethelstan and cynlaef.

note: These are just some headcanons for a Wattpad fic I have for my OC (Eisa ) Uhtred’s youngest daughter. I’m thinking of also publishing it here. Just let me know in the comments if you guys would like that. My requests are open!

thank you @ivarthebadbitch for letting me use the lovely gifs <3

☆ Eisa first met Aethelstan when they were children (8). He was extremely quiet and timid, and she was loud and mischievous. He found her quite intimidating, but that didn't stop her from trying to befriend the quiet boy.

☆ The two of them got closer when her dad took him in.

☆ Eisa and Aethelstan met cynlaef a few years later and the three of them immediately hit it off. Cynlaef was only a year older than the two.

☆ The three of them only got closer as time passed. They even had a reputation of always being up to no good when the three of them were together…which was always.

☆ Trouble always seemed to follow the three of them. And when they did get in trouble they were always sent to uhtred or finan, the two boys would send Eisa in first knowing that the two men couldn't stay mad at her for long.

☆ The three of them knew everything about each other. To the point that they knew what eachother was thinking, just by looking at each other. A talent that annoyed a lot of people.

☆ The three love to bother Young uhtred, they were always testing his patience.

☆ They also loved messing with Finan, especially when they were bored. The trio would act extremely nice to finan to the point that it gets suspicious, making him think that they did something. When the trio never did anything.

“Okay what are the three of ya shits up to?”

“Nothing uncle finan, Why?”

☆ The innocent smiles they would give Finan would make him groan in anger and leave, mumbling curses to himself. Leaving the trio to laugh and enjoy the ale he left behind.

☆ In all honesty the trio was finan’s nightmare and god did they love it. Finan had no way near enough patience for them.

☆ Eisa, Aethelstan and cynlaef were the designated babysitters for sihtric and sidgeflaed. Most of the time it wasn't too bad, the kids really liked the trio, but sometimes it got a little…chaotic. Aethelstan and cynlaef were in charge of the entertainment and Eisa was in charge of watching over them all. (Yes including Aethelstan and cynlaef)

☆ The trio was also in charge of walking anyone back home if they were too drunk, Well it was mostly Aethelstan and Eisa because somehow cynlaef would end up drunk too.

☆ When it was summer the trio was almost always found by the river; probably trying to push each other in. Eisa would even convince finan, sihtric osferth and Uhtred to join. And if they were lucky young uhtred would join.

☆ Annual and accidental sleepovers were big in the trio's friendship!

☆ Eisa would be sleeping peacefully in her bed, Aethelstan would be sleeping on a fur blanket in front of the fireplace in eisa’s room with a book at his side, Cynlaef would be hunched over at eisa’s desk or asleep next to Aethelstan.

☆ Eisa’s father uhtred many times would go check on her in the middle of the night only to find the two boys asleep on her floor.

☆ He definitely wasn't happy about it first but he slowly got over it…very slowly.

☆ The trio has so many inside jokes.They would be in a corner just laughing and talking about them and finan’ osferth and sihtric would just be watching them with a confused look, trying to understand what they are saying. (they don't)

☆ Eisa and cynlaef tease Aethelstan all the time for being a ‘good boy’. He always listens to uhtred and the others.

☆ Eisa and Aethelstan tease cynlaef all the time when he does stupid things or says stupid stuff. (I'm sorry he just gives off such himbo vibes?!?!)

☆ And Aethelstan and cynlaef like teasing Eisa about the small crush she had on sihtric when she was younger. It would usually ends with her embarrassed and shouting at the two and them running for their lives.

☆ There is just a lot of teasing in the friendship and it's all out of love ofc.

☆ The three of them love training together. Well more like Eisa loves training with them.

☆ When Eisa had an ax or sword in her hand it just made her 100% more intimidating, and she was really good with them too.

☆ So most of the time Eisa trained with sihtric while the two boys watched with wide eyes.

☆ Eisa liked to tease them saying that sihtric was the only one who could keep up with her anyway.

☆ Christmas/yule was the trio's favorite time of year. They would plan so many things.

☆ Snowball fights? Yes.

☆ Making snowman? yes.

☆ Throwing snow at Finan and young uhtred when they least expect it? Yes.

☆ Stealing warm ale from the ale house and drinking it in eisa’s room? Yes.

☆ They would spend months finding each other perfect gifts. Aethelstan always got Eisa the best gift, they were a lot more personal. (something that cynlaef teases him about when there alone)

☆ Sitting next to each other at the feast and messing with finan, Whenever finan would get distracted they would take his cup of ale and switch it with water, sometimes they even got sihtric involved. The trio would end up blaming it on osferth.

☆ Sitting next to the fire together and listening to Finan and Sihtrics horror stories.

☆ Uhtred puts the three of them on lookout duty as punishment whenever they get in trouble. Little does he know that they actually enjoy it. The trio could make any situation fun if they tried.

☆ They definitely get yelled at many times for being too loud or laughing at serious times, well mostly Eisa and Cynlaef…Aethelstan is too much of a good boy.

☆ There is so much trust in this friendship.

☆ Cynlaef and Aethelstan like to think that they are the ones protecting Eisa but in reality Eisa is the one protecting them.

☆ Eisa and Aethelstan helped teach cynlaef how to read.

☆ Cynlaef likes teaching Eisa more about the gods, Eisa loves listening and he talks a lot so it works out perfectly.

☆ Cynlaef is the first person Eisa and Aethelstan would go to if they needed uplifting.

☆ Even with his carefree spirit cynlaef could be intimidating if he needed to.

☆ Cynlaef is such a flirt! Eisa and aethelstan loved watching him make a fool of himself when he flirts with the woman at the ale house.

☆ Cynlaef used to playfully flirt with Eisa all the time and it never bothered her because she knew he was joking. But when cynlaef noticed that his flirting with Eisa was bothering Aethelstan he stopped. (Eisa ofc didn't know this)

☆ When it's just cynlaef and Aethelstan, Cynlaef loves to tease Aethelstan about Eisa all the time and how differently he acts around her.

☆ Aethelstan is extremely protective of the people he loves, he will do anything to keep them safe.

☆ Whenever Aethelstan is upset or angry Eisa can always find him training or at the dock, watching the water.

☆ Aethelstan hates being alone, it reminds him of his childhood where he had no one. Now that he has people, he doesn't want to leave them.

☆ Aethelstan often sneaks into eisa’s room at night whenever he gets nightmares.

☆ Aethelstan will have late night talks with eisa where he talks about the small memories he had of his mother, or things about his childhood he wouldn’t tell anyone else.

☆ Cynlaef and Eisa can tell when something is bothering Aethelstan because he becomes quieter than usual.

☆ Aethelstan loves reading to Eisa and cynlaef.

☆ Aethelstan is an observer, he likes watching the people around him.

☆ Eisa loves to draw, her room has many drawings everywhere, most of them being Aethelstan.

☆ The trio has their own special spot in the woods, they often go there when they have nowhere else to be. The boys can often find Eisa there sitting down and leaning against a tree drawing.

☆ Eisa has a fear of lightning and thunder so they always come over to stay with her so she's not alone.

☆ Whenever Eisa leaves to go visit Stiorra and Sigtryggr the boys just wander around, not knowing what to do now that she’s gone. The others notice a change in them and bring it up a few times.

☆ Finan thinks it's funny how they deny it but go back to pouting a few minutes later. The point is they miss eisa when she’s away for more than 2 days. They're kinda clingy.

☆ When she comes back from her visit, they demand to spend the day with her and if she can't they would go back to being pouty and huffy.

☆ Eisa’s favorite person is Sihtric. ( it doesn't really go along with the genre of headcanons, but i just had to say it)

☆ Going horseback riding and having races…the boys won’t admit it but Eisa wins most of the time.

☆ They get yelled at almost once a week for being late to their duties.

☆ Eisa having to get used to the fact that no boy will ever step close to her because of all the intimidating men she’s surrounded

☆ Late night conversations that would last for hours, talking about random things or more…emotional things. The three of them had been through a lot and they feel very comfortable talking to each other about it.

☆ Their friendship means a lot to them, and they will do anything for each other.

- Time for that cute trend I saw -

Cynlaef: golden retriever

Aethelstan: black retriever 

Eisa: black cat 

Cynlaef: sun

Aethelstan: stars

Eisa: moon

Cynlaef: sunshine

Aethelstan: sunshine protector 

Eisa: protects both 

Cynlaef: gets lost. 

Aethelstan: tries to help but gets them more lost. 

Eisa: human compass 

Cynlaef: smiles 

Aethelstan: blank stare 

Eisa: smirks 

Cynlaef: ale drinker 

Aethelstan: water drinker 

Eisa: tea drinker 

Aethelstan: reader 

Eisa: writer 

Cynlaef: hates both 

Aethelstan: “What is it?...Why are you laughing?” 

Eisa: “I just think it's adorable when you act all tough” 

Cynlaef: can't stop laughing. 

note:

So this was very fun to write! And I hope it was fun for you to read! 

As I said in the beginning, these are some headcanons for my oc and a Wattpad book I'm working on. I have published it, but the first chapter isn't out yet.

my Wattpad account is the same as my username and the story is called "Bleeding stars."

I love aethelstan and cynlaef and i can't wait to write more about them! I also love my oc Eisa, and I really hope you like her so far. I'm super excited to show you more of her and her story! 

I do hope you enjoyed this! Likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated! 

copyright ©️ 2023, all rights reserved. you can't copy, translate, reproduce, repost my fic, use my plot or layout. 

[kingsroad]

i don't know what to say or do. on again, off again — love you like oxygen.       you don't know what I'd do for you. ❝ habits ❞ by genevieve stokes | edward x wynnflaed.

[legitalicat]

Anya the Ashen

Board done by @zaldritzosrose

When warriors collide and matters of the heart are engulfed in the flames of war, only The Ashen can find a way for them to survive.

Anya the Ashen.

Biography

Anya Eivorsdottir.

Anya Honor-Bound.

Nidhogg, Harbinger of the End.

Four names to describe one woman.

Born in 873AD, she is the only daughter of Eivor Varinsdottir and Hytham of the Hidden Ones. Due to Eivor's status among the Raven Clan and reputation among the Norse, Anya was granted the name Eivorsdottir rather than taking her father's name. She grew up learning from both her parents what it meant to be a warrior and leader. She could kill with any weapon effectively, and poison should the need ever arise, though she feels it a cowardly method. She was first blooded at the age of 13.

The only thing greater to her than family is honor. Anyone who knows her knows that. Anya Honor-Bound, the people of Ravensthorpe call her. Her people. Those who know she will leave an innocent man alive and unharmed, but in the same breath will destroy one guilty of breaking the laws of man. Murder in cold blood, breaking an oath, risking the innocence or life of others, all of this and others were cause for her to strike someone down. And it was, in her mind, just.

She does not play in shades of gray. There is right, there is wrong. There is how to be, there is criminal offense.

She earned The Ashen early in her journey as a vikingr. All across Mercia, she was known for leaving nothing but smoke and ash in her wake. Part of it was because she felt it kinder to provide a clean slate to rebuild from. Part of it was to send a message.

By the age of 16, she had earned the name Nidhogg, Harbinger of the End by the Saxons. She allowed the name, finding it amusing how easily it made them squirm, despite how it angered some that she was being so disrespected. And it was this that allowed her to convince her parents to allow her to go on a journey across the ocean like her uncle Sigurd. Despite their reservations, and Sigurd's descent into madness in the years following his return from his own travels, they ultimately knew she would take care of herself and her crew.

So with her crew and her banner, the symbol of the Raven Clan splayed on red, she set sail from England.

She returned home in 893AD, after her 20th year, followed by a Prince from a strange land who could ride a dragon, a beast once thought only possible in the myths. She had one thing, one goal, that she needed to accomplish. One that she knew was her divine right.

To unite all of England under her banner.

Appearance:

Her hair is made of fire, her eyes made of sky. She is of divine beauty, even from a young age, captivating those around her. Her body is thicker than some of the Saxon women yet not as robust as some of their mobility, Anya was made of muscle, with an ample chest, rounded hips, and thickened thighs. She was the object of many men's desire.

Family Tree

Mother: Eivor Varinsdottir

Maternal Grandfather: Varin

Maternal Grandmother: Rosta

Adoptive Grandfather: Styrbjorn Sigvaldisson

Adoptive Uncle: Sigurd Styrbjornsson

Father: Hytham of the Hidden Ones

Further paternal line unknown.

Allies

People and Allies of the Raven Clan of Mercia

The Targaryens of Westeros

Uhtred of Bebbanburg's "Coccham Squad"

[halfmylife]

With You By My Side (Part 2)

Pairing Finan x OC

Summary Ellette and Bryce stumble across a familiar face during a meeting with Alfred

Warnings None

A/N So here’s part 2 as requested! Just some casual Finan x Ellette time but I promise I will be getting into more fun stuff soon

Part 1

By some unknown miracle Ellette had managed to pull her brother from her bed in the early morning with little to no trouble. He had an unusual ability to show little struggle after a night of heavy drinking. It certainly was a miracle.

They had work to do. They, meaning Bryce. As a newly appointed Ealdorman, Bryce was meeting with King Alfred to get to know one another. It had been Alfred’s invitation and offer to do so and her brother would’ve been a fool to refuse. Why Ellette had come along she was unsure. Perhaps her unexplainable need to see the world had something to do with it. That and she hated being left alone in Werham, the people there left much to be desired.

Now here she was following after Bryce and the King around the courtyard like a lost puppy. She certainly felt like a waste of space. Lady Aeslwith had been kind to her and tried to engage her in the conversation but would often end up joining in with the men, leaving Ellette to her own thoughts.

They all rounded a corner and Ellette was sure she heard a familiar voice though she could not say for certain. It wasn’t until they walked into the opening that she finally saw him.

Finan. He stood proudly beside the Dane slayer, fiddling with the cross around his neck. It appeared she had noticed him before he noticed her. As soon as he did, his face lit up at the sight of her.

“Lord Uhtred, Finan.” The King greeted, halting the four of them. Ellette moved to her brothers side so that she might be more visible. And so that she was closer to the Irishman. “I’d like to introduce Lord Bryce, Ealdorman of Werham and his sister, Lady Ellette.”

“Lord. Lady.” Uhtred gave a curt nod to the both of them, his accent unmistakably danish.

“Perhaps you’d like to join us Uhtred, I’m sure Bryce could use some of your wise words.” Finan looked as though he was holding back a laugh but Alfred didn’t notice.

“Of course, lord.” Uhtred nodded to Finan who nodded back. Ellette watched as they managed to speak without words and it seemed the Irishman would be staying back.

“Please go on without me, I should like some air.” Alfred nodded before departing with the lords and of course with lady Aelswith on their tail.

Air is not the reason she wanted to stay outside, though she was thankful for an excuse not to listen to the monotonous chattering of lords.

“Your brother looks surprisingly well.” Finan’s voice cut through the silence and Ellette finally looked over to him. He had made himself quite comfortable, perching on one of the low walls of the courtyard.

“He has an annoying ability to wake up completely fine no matter what state he gets himself into.” She plopped herself down on the same wall, leaving a small gap between them. “And I have seen him in some awful states.”

“You can spare the details, I saw enough last night.” Finan chuckled to himself. Silence fell around them, neither of them sure of what to say. “What brings you to Winchester, my lady?”

“King Alfred wished to meet my brother as the new Ealdorman of Werham but had little time to make the journey.” She had wondered if that was the case at all upon seeing the King. Alfred looked more frail with each day that they had been here, Ellette wondered if he was too unwell to make such a journey for a menial task. “And please, just call me Ellette.”

“That wouldn’t be very proper of me, my lady.” Ellette wondered if there was anything proper about the Irishman. He didn’t seem to be a lord or a man of riches so why the need for pleasantries?

“I’m not one for being ‘proper’ Finan.” He couldn’t help but listen to her every word and how his name sounded like a song on her tongue. He’d be happy to hear it over and over again. “What brings you here?”

“When Alfred calls we come, no doubt he has some job for us.” From an outside perspective it seemed as though Uhtred was the king’s errand boy. A sword for hire that could be turned to wherever Alfred saw fit and perhaps he was. Why would a hired sword have Alfred’s ear.

The conversation did not flow so freely as it had done the previous night and Ellette could only blame the substantial amount of ale they both had consumed and the informal nature of their meeting. Now they were amongst lords and ladies with no ale to consume.

“I hope I did not interrupt your evening last night.” Ellette fidgeted awkwardly beside him, hoping to fill the air with conversation, even if it was painful small talk. Something about the Irishman’s voice brought her some semblance of comfort.

“Course not. I was more than happy to help.” He spoke with a smile, his fingers still toying with the cross that dangled from his neck. He eyed her carefully before he spoke once more. “Besides it gave me an excuse.”

“An excuse?” She raised an eyebrow. What could he possibly need an excuse for?

“To talk to you again.” There it was again. The same charm he had tried the previous night. Ellette could not help but let out a breathy laugh. “Figured if I couldn’t charm you, I could at least help you out.”

“Well it worked.” It was true. She had learnt his name from their encounter last night which was further than she had gotten with most of the men that approached her. Though she thought it best to not dwell on it, instead only thinking of the man beside her.

“You often get men grabbing you like that?” When she didn’t reply immediately, Finan continued, suddenly seeming to worry. “The fella at the ale house last night, kept trying to grab you.”

“Oh I wouldn’t say it’s often but it’s hardly uncommon.” Ellette had an incredible ability to shrug those situations off and last night was no different. It would never escalate to anything more than a few lingering hands but she supposed that was further than she would like. “I suppose it is often my own fault, placing myself in the heart of an ale house as a woman.”

“You’re not to blame for his actions.” Finan scoffed at her response, wondering just how many times she’d had to deal with men like that. “Slimy bastard if you ask me.” She hadn’t expected the insult, nor the volume of it in the centre of the courtyard so she could no longer contain her laughter.

“Do you often stand up for women in ale houses?” Ellette had pushed herself from the wall, standing in front of the Irishman. In that moment he could’ve mistaken her for a Queen, she was as every bit of regal as the women in Winchester, if not more. Finan stood to stand in front of her before smirking.

“Only the pretty ones.” He spoke proudly as he complimented her, watching as her cheeks darkened against her will.

“I see.” Ellette tried to hide her face, averting her eyes for a moment before she composed herself. “And are there many pretty women back home?”

“None like you.” Finan was persistent, she had to give him that. Unlike the men at the ale houses, Finan certainly was charming and for once she didn’t mind. Though she wouldn’t let it show.

“Didn’t I tell you that charm does not work on me?” Ellette gave a small smile before turning and starting to walk through the courtyard, not daring to see if the Irishman was close behind.

“Aye but your smile is telling a different story, my lady.” He called after her, skipping over to be by her side once again, walking in perfect time with her as they continued without purpose through the castle together. “Have you ever been to Cookham?”

“I can’t say that I have.” There weren’t many places she had been, yet there hadn’t been many reasons to wander off on adventures. Ellette doubted she would find many handsome Irishmen in small villages.

“You should come visit us some time.” Ellette had not expected such a quick invitation after only knowing the man for barely a day, yet she couldn’t help but want to say yes straight away. “I think you’d like it.”

“And what makes you say that?” She paused, facing him completely. Until then, she hadn’t realised how close they had been, how their bodies were separated by a short distance. They were in arms reach.

“I think you’d like the company there.” Finan cocked his head as he watched her lips curl into a smile once more. A sight he would surely never grow tired of.

“And will you be giving me the grand tour?” She teased. Finan stepped back, his arms outstretched as he grinned.

“I wouldn’t offer anything but the best.” Ellette had no doubt that he was charming, in fact she was almost transfixed on him, never wanting the conversation to end. With him, it all seemed so easy.

“Perhaps I’ll take you up on that offer.” She spoke with a polite smile that was suppressing a childish grin.

“We’d be happy to have you, m’lady.” Finan faked a bow as he called her by her title, earning a quiet laugh from the lady.

“Finan!” The pair turned their head to see the Dane slayer walking over clearly oblivious to what they had previously been talking about. “We should be going.” The man seemed as though he would not stop, not even for breath and Finan found himself leaving Ellette far sooner than he would’ve liked.

“Don’t let me keep you.” She laughed, watching his face scrunch up at the sign of his lord.

“I hope to see you again, Ellette.” Finan ran to keep up with Uhtred, springing into step with him before blurting out all sorts of questions that Ellette couldn’t hear.

She could not deny it, she hoped she would see Finan again too. Perhaps she would pay Cookham a visit once their business was done here.

“Careful sister.” Ellette had been so lost in thought, watching Finan depart that she hadn’t even heard her brother approaching. “I know what’s going on in that head of yours.” He liked to assume he did. No one knew truly what she was thinking but she certainly was thinking about Finan and Cookham.

[marsconer]

I AM KING, the last kingdom fanfic

Lady Miriam believes in England, wants to be Queen of it. She was promised to Uhtred of Bebbanburg but Bebbanburg is no more and Uhtred is gone. She possess ambition unbefitting to a woman, even if as a devout christian

“You say, Eve was weak, and i believe Father, she was not. Being tempted is already hard enough when there’s thousands, imagine what Hell the devil can make of the human mind when there’s only two. Yet we remember Eve, we must not forget Deborah, Lydia, Phoebe, Priscilla, and of course, Queen Esther” — Lady Miriam to Father Beocca.

[writingafterdeath]

Children of Ash and Willow | Chapter Two: Into the Woods

A/N: Hello, Star here! I’ve been working incredibly hard to bring you the “Children of Ash and Willow” series. The first few chapters will be about events before and during season one in which Sanna was involved in. 

Pairing: no pairings, just another chapter with come backstory. 

Summary: 

Warnings: violence, mentions of blood, swords, children. bad grammar. Also if the beginning looks familiar it is because it’s the beginning part to my ‘Little Warrior” Blurb. 

Word Count: 868

          The air around her was damp and cold. The wet grass tickled her bare feet as she ran about. Her wooded sword in hand. Grabbing her shield from the ground. Twirling around, her blonde locks falling out of her braid.   "Shield wall!" She shouted, bringing her shield up. Returning to the same stance she had been repeating for hours. The stance she had seen her father and countless other men from their settlement stand in. Preparing for battle. She dropped her shield again. The weight of it being too heavy for her to carry for even one more minute. A smile crossed the young girl's freckled-face hearing her mother's words.           "You know Sanna, you will be a great warrior one day." Her mother laughed as the toddler in her arms wiggled and reached for her older sister. Sanna giggled and stepped closer, taking the small child into her arms.   "I am ready mother." Her soft features hardened. The young girl that stood in front of her mother presenting herself as a fierce storm. But only for a brief moment. The softness returned as the toddler placed her small chubby hands on either side of Sanna's face.           "It seems that Noora agrees." Her mother stated, running her hand along the toddler's cheek.           "Well, of course, she does," Sanna said looking up at her mother. "Noora knows that I'll always protect her. For wherever she goes. I will surely follow. You see," Sanna declared, smiling up at her mother.           "I see, my little warrior. I see." Her mother placed a loving hand on her child's shoulder. ————————————————————————————           That was the last thing her mother, Nesta had said to the young child. Merely ten years old and already a victim of death. A sickness had taken her, leaving Sanna and her siblings far too soon. Sanna was always reminded of her mother. Where ever the little girl went. The whistle of a breeze, the crackle of a fire. She knew her mother was always near, watching over her. And a smile would spread across the young girl's face.           Even now as rain fell, she thought of her mother. There was so much rain, it felt as if the gods were angry. A stroke of lightning lit up the sky, Sanna stood watching with wonder in her eyes. Her lips grew into a wicked grin. She glanced at her father with a look in her eyes he had seen countless times. A dangerous look for a girl so young. And before he could say anything she was out the door. Her laughter mimicked the echo of thunder. Her happiness almost outshined the bright flash of lighting. She splashed barefoot into the puddles, she twirled until she began to feel dizzy. She then simply stopped, and spread her arms out. Looked up to the sky and stood, perfectly still, allowing the rain to make its way through her bones and into her soul. Sanna was a wild child. She was a storm to be reckoned with. The gods knew. But the world. The world would never be able to accept it.           The wonder never left her eyes, often getting her into trouble. Curiosity always got the best of her. As a child, she would take her wooden sword and shield into the forest that separated her father's land and Earl Ragnar's. She would play with the other children. She got along with one child in particular Thyra Ragnarsdottir. She remembers when she first met the Saxon children, Brida and Uhtred. She remembers how scared Brida was. And how it didn't take long for her to overcome her fears. Uhtred became like a brother to Sanna. The annoying Saxon boy became very protective of her and her sister. After her mother died Sanna spent almost every moment she could with Thyra and her family. Eventually bringing her younger sister Noora along. She would help Noora onto her horse and ride the frequently traveled path to their kingdom in the woods. As the children played, Sanna being the eldest girl would often be the lady of the house. She would help the other girls by instructing them to weave, making the men's sails for the ships. She would pretend to be at war with the other children and they would all use their wooden swords and shields and fight on their make-believe battlefield. The bright-colored paint on their shields was a beautiful contrast against the dark brown mud and the dying leaves. Braiding the younger girls' hair, adding flowers,  feathers, and twigs. Painting the boy's faces so they mimicked the war paint of vicious warriors. Listing to Uhtred as he talked about the sceadugengan, laughing when Noora got frightened. Her fondest memories are of when she was a child.           In the years that followed, as the children grew into adults, the once-traveled path became overgrown with weeds and wildflowers. The once boys now men went off to rade and ravage and the once little girls were now shieldmaidens, mothers, and betrothed. Sanna mourned the children she and the others once were. Not ready for the reality that came with being a woman. The duties of a wife and a mother. Duties that Sanna did not want. But knew when the time came, she would have to embrace it.

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@solinarimoon​ @morosemagick​

[all-is-fair-in-love-and-war]

New Muse!

Petra Thorimsdottir

Shield-maiden

Daughter of Thorim The Bloodless

[unlockyourmind-wp]

OF STORM AND SIEGE | FINAN X OC | CHAPTER SEVEN

Summary: Eldrid Byrnjarssdottir is born a storm. Her rage is like the wind beating the waves on the rocks. Her love is the thunder burning down entire forests. Her grief is like a hurricane, destroying the land with its raindrops. She isn't made for a soft or quiet life.

In her fight to find her enslaved mother and sister she has gained a merciless reputation amongst the Danes. Soon her fight leads her to the Saxon lands across the sea. There she is sought out by Young Ragnar who is looking for his brother Uhtred of Bebbanburg. Eldrid swears to Ragnar she will help him find his brother, unaware that finding Uhtred and his companion will change her life forever.

When they rescue Uhtred and his friend Irishman Finan the Agile, Eldrid's wild heart is confronted with a whole new path to follow. Finan seems determined to agitate her as much as possible, if only to break her walls and get her to smile. And no matter how much she might wish to bash his head in sometimes, Eldrid can't turn away from him. For maybe them meeting is what destiny had intended to happen all along.

DESTINY IS ALL.

Author’s note: I can’t believe it’s been an actual year since I updated this story. I have no other reason than losing inspiration and motivation to write for this fic. I also don’t really know how or why my inspiration suddenly came back but I’m happy it did! I hope I manage to stay inspired because I have intention of giving up on this story. Tlk is still one of my favorite shows and I still love Eldrid so much. So the plan is to write as many chapters as possible while I’m still inspired and hopefully I’ll be able to update again soon! Please don’t hesitate to share your thoughts on this chapter. I’d love to hear from you guys!

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Of Storm And Siege Masterlist

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CHAPTER SEVEN:

✧. ⋆ the will of a king

THE KING’S HALL AT WINCHESTER WAS DECORATED WITH COUNTLESS COLORS. Eldrid was led through the hallways by the priest who, she'd learned because of the many people greeting him, was called Father Beocca. As she walked both paintings and tapestries kept greeting her around every corner. They depicted the stories of wars, of a god hanging from a cross and of men with circles surrounding their heads while the common folk kneeled for them.

Even as her eyes traced the intricate lines of the paintings, Eldrid stayed aware of the route they had taken so far, always prepared for a fight. Especially because she'd been forced to leave her weapons at the door. She respected the reason but still wasn’t very fond of having to separate with her beloved sword. Walking through the castle without it felt like an itch she couldn’t scratch. But it wasn’t like she had any other choice than to obey.

Beocca led her into a large hall, where he finally came to a halt. “Wait here, king Alfred shall be here shortly.”

She nodded at him and watched as he left through a door on the opposite side of the room.

With a sigh her eyes turned back to look at the many paintings. Once again, she found herself torn between curiosity and loathing for the Saxons and their strange ways. She couldn't understand worshiping a god who allowed himself to be killed by humans. Neither could she understand how people could gain an almost god-like status themselves by becoming a saint.

Yet despite her disgust, there was one painting in particular that caught her attention. Many soldiers were gathered upon a hill, their spears raised behind their king, who was seated upon a white horse. They were facing a shield wall with many angry Danes cowering behind it. The very sight of it made her blood boil. Her people would never cower during battle. Yet that wasn't what had drawn her attention about it.

It was the golden rays shining through the clouds above the heads of the soldiers. While on the side of their enemies, the sky was dark. She supposed it was meant to symbolize the presence of their god. The ironic thing was, by painting dark clouds at the side of the Danes, they had placed their god at their side as well. Thor's storm clouds surrounded them like a shield wall, protecting them just as fiercely. How was it that the Saxons knew so little about their religion, while the Danes knew everything about theirs? It seemed like a rather strange and unfair situation to her.

"I wasn't aware the Danes appreciated art," a voice spoke from her right, soft spoken, yet filled with undeniable authority. "Their homes always appear so empty."

Every muscle in her body tensed. She couldn't help herself, not when facing the man who'd killed so many of her people. With her nails pressing into her palms, she turned to look at him.

King Alfred was lean but not very tall. He appeared calm and trustworthy, yet there was a vigilance within his eyes that made him look older than he probably was. It gave him an air of confidence that made it easy to see why so many people spoke of his name with both respect and fear. He wore a simple red robe, his hands folded in front of him as though he was forever in prayer.

“We’re a much more…practical people.” Eldrid was barely able to hide the edge in her voice. If the only reason she’d been summoned here was to be insulted, she would rather leave. And she didn’t plan on going quietly…

Her eyes flickered towards the door where Steapa was standing guard. His gray eyes were following her closely, hands resting on the hilt of his sword. No matter how many drinks they’d shared over the winter, she had to remind herself he was Alfred’s man. He wouldn’t hesitate to kill her if she so much as blinked the wrong way.

“Such is the life of a people always on the move,” Alfred said as he studied the painting. Then, he finally turned to face her, his eyes suddenly cold as he added: “Of a people not belonging anywhere.”

“Such is the life of a Viking,” she said, throwing his words back at him with venom dripping from her tongue.

The king didn’t comment on her lack of respect. Instead he merely nodded, saying without needing words they simply disagreed on the matter.

“Is there a reason you wanted to speak with me, Lord?” She questioned, her eyes briefly wandering to Steapa. Even after all this time, he still couldn’t hide the disgust on his face at the way she managed to say the king’s title with burning mockery. It only made it that much more fun to continue doing so.

“Indeed there is,” Alfred said as he finally turned away from the painting and walked towards the table in the middle of the room. He took a seat and gestured for her to do the same.

She did, though not willingly. If she had to defend herself, a seating position would only make it harder to do so. She clenched her jaw, her muscles wound more tight than the string of her bow. She simply couldn’t allow herself to relax within the lion’s den. Even if her men had been here, ready to storm the castle at the sign of trouble, she still would have been unable to let go of her nerves.

“I have been told Earl Ragnar went to you for help to find his brother Uhtred,” Alfred spoke calmly, though his eyes were drilling into hers as if trying to read her soul like a book.

“You have been told correctly,” she replied, holding his gaze steadily.

“I take it the two of you know each other.”

“We do.” She leaned back into her chair, hoping to fool him into thinking she was slowly letting her guard down. “We spent a lot of time together in our youth.”

Alfred mirrored her movements, immediately letting her know he would not be fooled. “Is that the reason you decided to help him?”

Eldrid narrowed her eyes at him, deciding to stop dancing around what he truly wanted to know. She wasn’t one for playing games and she absolutely despised politics. “You wish to know why I helped to free Uhtred Ragnarsson?”

“I admit the thought has crossed my mind,” the king said with a nod. “A Dane who helps to free a man fighting for the Saxons. It seems quite an enigma.”

“Not an interesting one I’m afraid, my Lord. My men were tired of chasing ghosts and they respect Young Ragnar. I was simply providing them with a battle worth fighting.”

“Ah yes, the matter of your enslaved family,” Alfred said, resting his folded hands on the table in front of him. He appeared to be deeply lost in thought.

His knowledge of her motivations shouldn’t have surprised her, yet she couldn’t help but feel impressed. The man seated in front of her certainly wasn’t the fool so many Danes had often made him out to be. Though she was very curious to the reason he had chosen to reveal the extent of his knowledge.

“Precisely,” she said slowly.

“So, what have you decided to do with your time now that you’re no longer chasing ghosts?” 

Even if he had phrased it as a question, she knew it wasn’t. It was a demand. Finally, the truth of the matter had been revealed. He wanted to make sure she wasn’t planning on plundering his lands now that she no longer had a goal to pursue, or so he thought. Apparently his knowledge was limited after all, or he would’ve heard about her setting her sights on Kjartan. Or maybe that was what he wanted her to think.

“I have decided to join Earl Ragnar,” she replied, seeing no point in hiding her plans. “He has a blood feud with a Dane in Northumbria, as do I.”

“Another war,” the king said, sounding suddenly exhausted.

“It must be done.”

“Even if there’s another choice?”

She frowned. “I don’t see I have another choice, Lord.”

He leaned his elbows on the table, still looking at her with that soul-piercing gaze. “Uhtred is my oathsman. He will fight to keep our borders safe and to do so he needs men.”

Eldrid scoffed, unable to help herself. “You’re asking me to fight for you? A Saxon king?”

“In freeing Uhtred you have already done so,” he replied calmly, seemingly unfaced by her disdain. “What I’m asking is no different.”

She got to her feet, pretending she hadn’t seen Steapa reach for his sword. “It is different and I will not fight for a king who cannot see why.” She bowed, never taking her eyes off of him. Then, without another word, she headed towards the door.

“Eldrid?”

With a sigh she came to a halt, looking back with reluctance.

“If you do change your mind, the offer stands.” He straightened his back “If you don’t, well, I would hate for us to become enemies.”

“Lord,” she said with a nod.

With quick steps she left the hall behind. This time, the colors on the walls passed her by in a blur, her eyes only focused ahead. When she finally reached the gate, she all but tore her weapons out of the hands of the guard holding them. Even if the weight of her trusted sword made her breathe a little easier, she was still seething with anger by the time she’d found her way back to the stables.

The small-mindedness of the king infuriated her. Did he really believe she would betray her people, all of her values and beliefs, simply because he asked her to? Maybe she was missing something here. Maybe it was some sort of trick or challenge to measure her reaction. If so, she’d probably failed. Not that she cared much. She preferred fighting with her sword, not with words or tricks. That was what she was good at.

“It went that well?” A mocking voice came from her left.

Eldrid came to a halt and turned to face Ragnar. He had just finished saddling his horse and was now watching her with amusement flickering within his gaze.

“As well as you can expect from a Saxon king,” she replied bitterly, then frowned. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Alfred released us,” Ragnar explained. “Brida has gone already. I told her to gather our men at Loidis, like you asked me to.”

It felt as though a weight had been lifted from her chest. Her anger disappeared like snow melting beneath the sun. “That is good news.”

Ragnar nodded with a smile, though she couldn’t help but notice it didn’t quite reach his eyes. It was strange how quickly she had learned to recognize his facial expressions. Now, after spending several months together, it had become a habit.

“That is not all, is it?” She asked, taking a step towards him.

The man before her inhaled deeply, as though gathering strength for what he was about to say next. “Uhtred is Alfred’s oathsman again.”

“So I’m told,” she muttered.

When Alfred said it, she hadn’t even considered why. But when looking at his brother, who so clearly needed him, she wondered why Uhtred had chosen to give up his freedom once again. By swearing an oath, he remained a slave, tied to the wishes of someone else. He wouldn’t be free to choose the fights he wanted, or needed, to fight. Perhaps Alfred had somehow forced him to, but she had no idea how.

“I feared Alfred would not allow him to join us, but he has. He’s sending some men with us to restore Guthred’s authority.” He looked close to rolling his eyes.

A humorless chuckle escaped her lips. “I doubt even their god has the power to restore the authority of such a turd.”

Ragnar grinned. “Brida said the same.” Then his expression turned serious again. “But I do not care. All that matters now is killing Kjartan and freeing my sister.”

She placed her hand on his shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. “Then let us do just that.” She winked. “The will of the king be damned.”

[writervaul-t]

Rosemonde

"Whichever gods you believe in, pray to them now. Let them know you will be seeing them soon."

A girl who hails from an unknown origins, Rose is considered to be an enigma living near Rumcofa. Few know her by name and those who do still don't really know who Rosemonde is but understand one thing: she can be seen as a powerful ally or a malicious threat to the village if certain choices are made.

[nerdywitch91]

Name: Blaeswith Uhtreddottir

Age: 17

Height: 5'6

Weight: 130

Eyes: Green

Hair: Red

Likes: reading, learning, hunting, swordcraft, working in the forge when Ealdwulf will let her, hearing stories about the gods

Dislikes: piety, Christianity, her uncle, Alfred and his wife

Background: The older half-sister of Uhtred. She was raised to be a proper Christian lady, but when her father didn't pay attention she was practicing swordcraft and how to make weapons as well as armor. She learned how to hunt and ride and all about the Pagan gods. She refused to follow her stepmother's pious rules and dresses. Was glad to see the Danes arrive

Allies: Uhtred, Ragnar, Leofric

Nemesis: Her uncle, Alfred, Odda

Favorites: wolves, mead, boar, green, sweet breads

[lunamothghost]

the chosen hero(es)

[mommytauriel]

Osferth AU series in the works? Yes ☺️

[cosmicwhoreo]

Decided to doodle more pre-litter Grand Reef Cookie because he is adorable

[80bitesofsweets]

my monster hunter group known as the shark fins.

a group of sailors that hunt the sea monsters that threaten..well.. the sea.

[halfmylife]

Steel and Servitude

Pairing Osferth x OC

Summary Osferth and Haeddi stop for camp and decide to get to know one another, no matter how awkward the conversation might be.

Warnings None

A/N I absolutely love writing for these two and I’m so excited to introduce them to the gang in the next part! This part is much shorter than the first but part 3 will be longer!

Part 1 || Part 2

The journey so far had been relatively easy for the pair. There was little conversation between the two yet Osferth was always quick to break the silence with small complaints about the journey or even to try and get Haeddi to speak, yet she was stubborn and uninterested. This didn’t seem to bother the young monk.

They had decided to settle down for the night, camping in the woods with clear sight lines around them in case they would get ambushed but it was unlikely. After all, what would a woman and a monk have of any value all the way out here.

A fire had been lit and Osferth had made them some food. Haeddi couldn’t deny that he made excellent stew but was hesitant to shower the boy in compliments. She was prodding at the embers when curiosity got the better of her.

“I have a question for you.” The words splurged out before she could stop them. The question was one she’d had for a while. “Why does a monk wish to serve a danish lord?”

“I would like to be a warrior, just as my uncle was.” Osferth spoke with so much conviction that Haeddi was almost certain he would make it as one.

“And that’s it?” She recollected a similar answer for his need of a sword. Her brow arched as she looked at him fully. “You’re doing all this just to be warrior? No other reason?”

“Why does a woman want to be a blacksmith?” he remarked quickly, without a thought. When he saw her expression soften his own dropped, his cheeks flushing. “I did not mean to offend you.”

“And you haven’t.” She gave a soft smile. It was the first he thought he’d seen her smile since they left Winchester. Her eyes glazed over as she stared into the fire, thinking of home, thinking of her father. The thought alone made her heart sink. “It’s all I know. My father was a blacksmith so he taught me everything. I knew he always wanted a son but he was cursed with me and did what he could.”

“I do not think it was a curse, you are just as good as any man.” Osferth paused before he spoke but his words seemed certain. The young monk was certainly assured of his own statement.

“You seem to be an expert on the subject.” Haeddi joked though there was an undertone beneath her words. What could this monk know of being a blacksmith? Of being a woman? “I made myself the best I could be but it was never enough. I came with you because I was going to have to close the shop anyway. Who wants a woman making them swords and armour?” Winchester certainly did not. Haeddi knew she had become a last resort or the blacksmith many would turn to when the others were too busy. She had become something of an expert in making horseshoes.

A silence surrounded them for a moment with only the fire crackling dissolving any awkwardness. Osferth thought for a moment, the tips of his fingers grazing over the hilt of his sword.

“I’m glad it was you that made my sword.” He admitted so quietly it was a wonder Haeddi even heard him. His face was somber, his eyes never leaving the glow of the fire. “Most men would’ve turned me away. You didn’t.” Haeddi had every right to turn down the monk to send him off without a sword. But perhaps she saw herself in him. Lost in the world and looking to find a purpose. Both of them had been underestimated.

“Why did you come to me?” She asked curiously, watching him through the flames of the fire. His cheeks had a warm glow to them, his eyes sparkling. Osferth but his cheek for a moment, almost too nervous to answer the woman.

“No one sees me as a warrior, I was ashamed to ask them to help me.” He admitted finally, his head dropping so that he wouldn’t have to look at the sympathetic look the woman gave him. Osferth knew that even she didn’t see him as such.

“That’s because you’re not a warrior.” She said far too confidently for his liking. For a moment Osferth thought he’d made a mistake, that perhaps he had gone to the wrong person. Maybe she was just like the rest. Two words eased that doubt. “Not yet.”

“I hope to be.” He smiled to himself, his eyes dancing over the flames as he thought of what his future might entail.

“These things take time, monk. Being a warrior is no easy feat.” Osferth noticed how soft her voice went when she spoke reassuringly, it was a stark contrast to the normal bluntness of her tone. He thought he would lose himself to the melody of her voice. “Get some rest, monk, we have a long journey tomorrow.”