#uhtred raised his boy right

[patrocles]

Thank Osbert for the care he has shown Edmund.

SEVEN KINGS MUST DIE (2023) dir.  Edward Bazalgette

[undertheorangetree]

To Be Alone With You

Summary- Osferth becomes infatuated with a healer from the continent.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female Reader. Osferth's got a big old crush. Like he’s down bad. Blood. Minor injuries. Shoddy knowledge of 10th century healing. Blasphemy. Admittedly more plot than porn. Cunnilingus. Masturbation. P in V sex. Against a wall in a church no less.

Author's Note- The fact that Osferth canonically fucks and is good at it to the point where women fight over him lives in my mind rent free. Anyway read the rest on ao3 link is belowww

dividers by me lmao

Osferth likes to think that he's different now. Or at least, that he has changed since first joining Uhtred. He's grown further into himself- his confidence, his ability to be a warrior, that he himself has changed as a whole. He's stronger now and though he still values his faith, it does not feel so all consuming, an anchor around his throat forever reminding him of his bastardry. He is proud of the man he has become, of the one that he continues to grow into, and it feels right that, over time, he has changed for the better.

But he seems to forget all that the moment he lays eyes on her.

She had arrived with a traveling priest from the continent, one who had come with the intention of spreading the word of God to the infamously heretical ealdorman. And though she traveled with a priest and his retinue, she wore no habit. Her hair was loose, catching the waning rays of the sun and he felt his heart stutter in his chest when he caught the colour of it shining in the light. She had caught his eye then, as their little ship docked, and smiled at him so brightly he felt himself fall back into the boy he once was, the cursed baby monk.

Though Uhtred had wanted to throw the whole group out at the first sign of a sermon, he agreed to give them a night in the inn out of respect for how long they had been traveling- after they had paid a small fee, of course- and Osferth had managed to catch her in the tavern later that night.

The words had caught in his throat the moment he tried to speak, but Finan had been with him and it had been easy for him to ask if they could join her and begin a conversation. He had nursed his mug of ale while they spoke, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of her further, and joined Finan in highlighting all that Coccham had to offer. Finan had quickly become drunk, but they had found a joint amusement in that and he had revelled in every smile she cast his way. They learned that she was the priest's healer, having studied in Frankia before deciding to join the priest in order to see what the world had to offer. She told them of her travels to Burgundy, Provence, and the Northern Byzantine Empire, regailing them with stories Osferth could only dream about. Uhtred had joined them midway through the conversation, allowing Osferth the opportunity to join her on her bench, their arms brushing against each other.

By the time morning came, the priest had gone and she had stayed on as their healer. Uhtred offered her a cottage and the promise to retrieve everything she could possibly need. He had grinned at Osferth the moment she turned her back on them, raising his eyebrows playfully, and he had felt his face begin to burn from how obvious his immediate infatuation must have been.

At first, he simply admired her from afar. Though he is proud of all the progress he has made to become the man he is now, that all seems to melt away when he is around her. More often than not, he stumbles over his words when he tries to speak to her, face burning scarlet and heart beating faster in his chest. It is clear that the others know of his infatuation, as they do everything in their power to facilitate some kind of interaction between them. Inviting him over when they are speaking to her, offering her his assistance whenever she needs it. Finan had gone so far as to shove him in her direction whenever he felt like causing trouble, though thank God he had only stumbled into her once. She had done little more than laugh then but he had avoided her for two days out of sheer humiliation.

It is safer to simply keep his distance. Though he enjoys talking to her- more than enjoys it, if he is honest with himself- he does little more than embarrass himself when he tries. He wants more, he wants everything, but for now he will settle for admiration. Distance.

It seems kinder. To both himself and her.

He can see her now, walking back to her cottage with a basket full of herbs and flowers she must have picked nearby the river. There is a woman walking with her, one he doesn't know well enough to know her name, but they are laughing as if they are close friends. The other woman reaches out to rest a hand on her arm and he watches longingly as she raises her own to clutch at the other woman's fingers. He cannot hear what they're saying over the echoing clack of the wooden swords the boys are using to practice- a sparring match he is admittedly supposed to be monitoring- but she has a pull on him he can't quite explain and he can’t bring himself to look away.

It comes with consequences.

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[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Second Circle Of Hell - Osferth (The Last Kingdom)

I got this idea while I was in church...because my pastor is kinda good looking...cough. i'm such a sinner, i must corrupt the babey

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), dubcon, femdom (mostly), corruption kink, innocence kink, virginity loss, religious conflict, religious guilt (not me projecting🙈), think that's it?

2.9K Words🤙🏻

Ever since pious and devout Christian monk Osferth joined the party of Uhtred, you've had your eye on him in deep intrigue.

The young man seemed so innocent, too innocent. You often wondered what dirty secrets he could be hiding.

Now, you may have just been a lecherous heathen that everyone who wasn’t a Dane said you were. You were practically a whore in your own right, so maybe anyone who acted relatively kind was innocent to you.

You never shied away from being yourself, especially in front of your group of men. Perhaps it was the way you were raised. You had no trouble changing in front of people, knowing that you could protect yourself if any of them would be stupid enough to make a move. Uhtred had already made that mistake once, but he never did it again after you put your dagger to his balls. You also never feared to bathe near the group, plus it was safer than going off on your own and you didn’t care if they saw you. You loved making your boys uncomfortable as well.

A memory that always stuck with you is when you were bathing in a river one day and Osferth accidentally saw you. He spoke apology after apology until his face turned beet red, but all you did was laugh. You had asked him for your clothes but he handed them to you with his eyes closed. That was the only moment when you were disappointed a man didn’t try to take advantage of you for once.

There was a day in Winchester where you, Finan, and Osferth were sitting outside a tavern. You could see how nervous and shy the boy was around women, and then Finan said it. He joked that Osferth was a virgin. He did that thing where he denied it so much that it must’ve been true, and that’s what you had your idea. You knew you’d want to be the one to deflower him, lest Finan actually bought him a whore one day like he said he would. No, you wanted to claim him for yourself. You just had to find the right moment.

Thankfully, there came a time when Uhtred had asked you and Osferth to spy on a Danish camp. It would be dangerous obviously, but you couldn’t help but celebrate in your mind when you realized the two of you would finally be alone together. It looked like Osferth was just happy he was being trusted with such an important task, although you would be there too.

You both set up camp a good distance away from the Danes’ campsite, some ways deep into the woods, making sure there would be no way they could spot you or hear you. You watched them all day, returning to your own campsite as the sun started to set. The trees blocking the light of the moon that you had to build a campfire to see as well as keep warm. But, you soon started thinking of other ways you could keep warm.

Osferth was nervous, you could tell. He didn’t look you in the eyes unless he had to. He probably would have preferred to go on this mission with Finan or Sihtric, but he had to deal with you alone now.

You tried your best to make conversation, but it never lasted more than a few sentences. It was frustrating. So, you did what you usually do best: make people uncomfortable.

“Have you ever been with a woman?” You asked suddenly, amused at the way Osferth immediately went wide-eyed and a wild blush coming to his cheeks. “I heard what Finan said at that tavern the other day, you seemed flustered as you are now.” He stuttered, no full words leaving his mouth due to your boldness. It gave you your answer. “So, I suppose Finan was right. You are a virgin.” You smirked teasingly.

Osferth finally quit his stuttering and sighed in defeat. “So what if I was?”

“You are a handsome lad, surely there have been offers from women before?”

“I mean…yes. Some.”

“And you never thought to take up those offers?”

He looked down in embarrassment. “It’s not like I didn’t want to, it’s just. I dunno, I feel like I wouldn’t want my first time to be with a stranger. Someone I don’t care about or know.”

“So would you hump someone you cared about?”

“When we were married, I suppose.”

You scoffed. “Why wait till marriage?”

“Because it’s a sin to be with someone before marriage, that’s what the Scripture says.”

“And what if you never get married?” You asked with an exasperated chuckle.

“Then I guess I’ll always be a virgin…” He shrugged, “Do you think me less of a man, my Lady?”

You shook your head with a smile. “No. I’m actually kinda glad you are.” He furrowed his brows in confusion, not understanding what you meant. “Because I wish to be the one to deflower you.” As if he couldn’t get any redder, he managed to do so, especially when you moved closer to him so you sat right beside him. He blinked a few times in shock, holding the cross attached to his necklace tightly.

“My Lady, I-I just told you, I can’t.”

You snickered. “Of course you can. I’ve seen the way you look at me, Osferth. I saw how your cock swelled when you saw me naked in the river that day. Did you even relieve yourself afterwards?” He stayed silent, and you hummed in disapproval. “What? Is it a sin to make yourself come too?” He nodded curtly and you rolled your eyes, placing your hand on his knee, slowly trailing up his thigh until he pushed you away and stood up from his spot on the ground.

“Stop. I made a vow, to myself and to God.”

You frowned. “Do you not like me?” And you tried to hide your smile as he immediately assured you that was not the case. You stood up and reached for him cautiously, seeing his internal struggle. “You’ve killed, betrayed your country, your home. Do you think breaking a simple vow will be any worse than all that, hm?”

“I never wanted to kill anyone.” He whispered, allowing you to run your hands up his chest and wrap around his shoulders.

“Then maybe you shouldn't have joined up with a group of heathens.” He was such a sheltered man, you wanted him to experience all he could. You wanted him to be with someone he knew and cared about, you weren’t going to let him be with some whore or stranger. He was looking down at you with confliction, eyes traveling from your own to your lips. You knew what he wanted, you just had to give him a little push.

Osferth let out a surprised hum when you pressed your lips against his without another word, catching him off guard so that he couldn’t reject your advances right away. But even as you kept kissing him, he never made a move to push you away nor did he intensify the kiss in any way. You tangled your fingers in his short hair, pulling hard enough that he gasped, allowing you to deepen the kiss. You smirked as he let out a breathy moan, you could already feel his hard on pressing against you. Your tongues touched briefly, but it seemed that shook him back into focus as he jolted away, his back turned to you. “You shouldn’t have done that, my Lady…” You heard him whisper shakily, you could see his hands trembling at his sides.

You said nothing as you walked to stand in front of him again, his innocent pleading eyes looking up at you, silently begging for you not to continue. But you did not listen, the throbbing at the apex of your thighs would not let you. “Please, Osferth…I can make you feel good.” You kissed his cheek cautiously, kissing all over his face until there was one spot left. He leaned in to kiss you himself this time, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing you against him tightly. You could feel a wetness on his face and you pulled back to see that he was crying.

“God, I want you so bad, I do.” He sniffled. “It hurts.” He winced.

“Then let me make the pain go away.” You cooed, removing your clothes until you were bare to the elements of Wessex. You shuddered as the wind hardened your nipples and cooled the slick that was already gathering at your cunt. Osferth moaned at the sight of you, not looking away this time like he did at the river. “Touch me.” You commanded softly, gently bringing one of his hands to cup your supple breasts. He squeezed them experimentally, looking to see if it brought you any discomfort, but it did quite the opposite. “I need you, Osferth.” You kissed him again passionately, your limbs going shaky as you felt desire overcome you.

He wordlessly allowed you to strip him naked, saying a silent prayer in his mind as his stiff cock was finally freed of its confines. You brought him to the ground, where you had laid furs for the night, seeing him look up at you on his back made you drool.

“Please,” Osferth begged, his cock already throbbing and you hadn’t even done anything but whisper your enchanting words in his ears. “don’t make me break my vow…”

“Shh, it’s okay. Just relax for me.” You whispered, throwing your leg over his waist, straddling him. Your pussy was already slick with anticipation of his sweet corruption. You could only imagine how pretty his lewd moans would sound.

Osferth hissed as you took his cock in your hand, rubbing the tip in between in your folds before lining him up with your entrance. You both moaned loudly as you sunk down on him, he stretched you out more than you anticipated. “Gods, you’re bigger than you look.” You whispered breathily.

“Am I hurting you?” He panicked instantly, but you simply smiled and shook your head. Such a sweet gentleman. You were so warm and wet, your walls clenching around him due to the intrusion, but he would be lying if he said it didn’t feel so damn good; like heaven on earth. “Oh, my Lord God, have mercy on my soul…” He begged as he clutched his cross in his hand tightly as you grinded down on him. He looked up at you in awe as if you were an angel, he could practically see your halo as he suddenly came.

You giggled as he filled you up, watching as his eyes rolled to the back of his skull, his mouth opened wide as he let out a long, pained moan. “That was quick. Was it that good?” You smirked, loving the way his face flushed with embarrassment.

“I’m sorry, my Lady.” He stuttered, but you silenced him with a kiss.

“Don’t be.”

Osferth’s eyes filled with tears, the light from the campfire making his piercing blue eyes shine as he stared at the cross in his hand. “What have I done, Lord?” He whimpered pitifully, and you almost felt sorry for him if it wasn’t for the fact that he was still rock hard inside your cunt.

“Ready to go again so soon?” You chuckled darkly, moving your hips back and forth, causing him to let out a whine.

“No, don’t, not again-”

“You’ve already broken your vow, sweet monk. What more harm could you do now?” He looked up at you with a remorseful expression, the weight of what he had done heavy on his chest. You slowly lifted yourself off, slamming back down on him to elicit a cry from his soft lips. “So sensitive. But I suppose since I got what I wanted, I can stop-”

“No!” Osferth interrupted, surprising himself and you. He looked entirely conflicted as he placed his shaking hands on your hips, keeping you in place and not allowing you to remove himself from you. “No…you’re right. I’ve broken my vow. I can’t change that now. I suppose...I can enjoy this?”

“Yes, sweet baby monk. Let yourself enjoy this. Indulge in the feeling of me.” You moaned, continuing to rock your hips, a gasp escaping your lips as your clit brushed up against his pelvis as the head of his cock started to rub up against that sensitive spot inside you that always made you see stars. “Gods, you’re perfect. I wish we had done this sooner.” Osferth moaned at your words, his cock twitching inside you and making butterflies swirl in his stomach. You raked your nails down his bare chest, hearing soft whimpers escaping his mouth as you rode him. “How does it feel?” You asked, struggling to keep in your high pitched moans.

“Good, my Lady.” He stuttered. “So good.” You moaned as Osferth started to buck up into you, losing himself in his own pleasure and making you feel amazing in return. “Does it always feel so heavenly?” He groaned, tightening his grip on your hips, the dull pain making a shock of euphoria reverberate through your entire body for a split second.

“No, not for women at least.”

“Is…is there anything I can do to make it feel good for you too?” He asked innocently, but his eyes expressed something else, a slight darkness to them, his pupils so blown out you could barely see his bright blue irises anymore.

You grinned as you took one of his hands off your hip, bringing it to your cunt. “Rub circles with your thumb right here.” You guided him to your clit, even what little pressure he put had your head reeling.

“Like this, my Lady?” 

“A bit more pressure.” You cried out as he listened to your instructions diligently. “Yes, yes, gods, just like that.” Osferth smiled proudly, helping you ride him as he rubbed your clit attentively. You threw your head back as you were nearing your own peak, the man beneath you learning faster than anyone else you’ve ever been with. “Such a good boy.” You whined, your hands grasping and scratching at your tits.

You squeaked as Osferth suddenly flipped you over onto your back, knocking the breath from your lungs as he pounded into you with abandon. Like a switch finally flipped inside him, he was taking pleasure for himself, finding confidence just like he found the courage to fight and kill alongside everyone on Uhtred’s team. You hoped you had created a monster. The way he was fucking into you, if you didn’t know he had only been a virgin half an hour ago, you would have believed he had experience beyond your years. He still had the decency to continue caring for your sensitive nub, forcing your body into overdrive as you kept climbing and climbing to reach that peak. Now you were the one whining and whimpering, how the tables turned.

With his cock continuously hitting that special spot inside of you and your stimulated clit, accompanied by the sound of Osferth’s skin slapping against yours wetly along with his soft moans in your ear, you felt that intense ecstasy you had been craving wash over you like a tidal wave. You prayed to the gods that the Dane’s camp, however many miles away, would not be able to hear your loud strained moan as you came. “Gods, Osferth!” You cried out, your hands holding onto his shoulder with a vice grip that would surely leave bruises just like he must’ve done to your hips.

“Christ-!” Osferth groaned, gripping one of your breasts as he fucked a second load into you, his vision going blurry as his second orgasm was much more powerful than the first. It was too much and not enough, all he could do was ride it out until the feeling went away. 

When it seemed he came back to your realm, you were looking up at him with a proud grin. He couldn’t help but grin back, the afterglow making him dazed and giddy. “You made me come, sweet Osferth. Not many people have achieved such a feat.” 

“I don’t believe you, my Lady.” He smiled, pulling out of you with a hiss and laying down beside you. It was true, but even if it wasn’t, you still wanted to stroke his ego just to see the blush on his face. “Now I understand why some take a vow of celibacy.”

You giggled, turning to lay on your stomach, resting on your elbows. “Why?”

“Because I think I could worship you now, and the Scripture says that you shall not have any gods before Him.” He smirked boyishly, trailing his pointer finger across your jawline, stopping his path to rest the finger on your bottom lip.

You gently kissed the tip of his finger, his eyes watching you intently. “As much as it might be fun to be worshiped, I have no intention to steal you away from your god.”

“You already have, my Lady.” 

Needless to say, your mission for Uhtred went well. You managed to signal the rest of the group when the Danes were off guard, slaughtering everyone you all could before they retreated. And your recent lover Osferth had just the way to celebrate the newest victory.

i am such a heathen, something me and Uhtred have in common i guess

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: request by @tinumiel! thank you so much, I hope you'll like it!

Warnings: suggestive/smut/fluff.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You and Sihtric tried to hide your relationship from your friends, but it became tricky when you both attended a party.

wordcount: 3k

Masterlist

'You know exactly how I like it.'

The music was loud, the room was dimly lit, party lights changing colours every so often, and the place was packed. Uhtred's parties were no joke, it's like the whole town knew him and they all came out to celebrate his birthday. And naturally, being a friend of Uhtred and his pretty boys, you showed up too. Your eyes scanned the room until you found Sihtric, who winked and gestured you to come over.

'Hey, beautiful,' Sihtric said in your ear, one arm around your waist as he pulled you close against his toned body.

'Hello yourself,' you brushed your lips over his ear before you pulled away to look at him.

Sihtric smiled and took your hand, pulling you with him to the hallway without saying another word. You got in line for the bathroom and Sihtric leaned back against the wall, checking you out while you sat up on a cabinet against the opposite wall. His eyes moved slowly over your body, from head to toe and back, while biting down on his lip with a sly smile. You tried to suppress your own cheeky grin by staring into his mismatched eyes, but your gaze quickly shifted when he trailed one hand down over his body, rubbing over his crotch area without anyone else noticing it. Your heartbeat quickened upon the sight and your eyes darkened, just like his.

The bathroom line moved rather fast and before you knew it, Sihtric pulled you into the small space with him and locked the door. He turned and pinned you up against the only free wall in the small room.

'Hey, baby,' Sihtric chuckled as his hands snuck around your waist, 'how's my girl?'

'Doing a whole lot better now that I'm with you,' you smiled, brushing your fingers through his long hair.

'Missed you,' Sihtric whispered, nuzzling your nose softly before he pecked your lips.

'Missed you too, babe,' you sighed and kissed his lips again.

'Yeah?' he smiled sweetly, 'been thinking about you all day, couldn't wait to see you tonight.'

'Me neither,' you chuckled, 'but we should do a little less talking, I think.'

'You think?' Sihtric grinned, pressing his body against yours, 'a little more kissing, perhaps?'

You hummed with a smile and pulled him closer, his lips back onto yours, for a long, deep kiss, only to be interrupted by someone banging on the door, saying you've been in there long enough. You both groaned, knowing this was not the right place or time to take your love for each other further. 

'Sorry,' you yelled, 'my... friend is not feeling well!' you lied, while Sihtric was quick to flush the unused toilet, holding his laugh.

He opened the door and exhaled sharply, 'wouldn't eat those hot cheetos if I were you guys,' Sihtric said, and he pulled you with him, towards the spacious living room. You quickly found Finan, with his arm wrapped around his girlfriend, Eadith, and Sihtric let go of your hand before anyone noticed it. You were both sad at the loss of each other's touch. But you enjoyed your relationship with Sihtric, without being teased about it, as your friends always did whenever a new couple was revealed in your friend group.

You and Sihtric stood opposite of each other as you chatted with Finan and Eadith, to not raise any suspicion, and soon your friend Osferth joined your circle. Uhtred was all over the place as everyone was congratulating him, and Gisela was simply having a good time dancing with Thyra.

Sihtric kept glancing at you while you all had small talk and joked around, and you struggled to keep your eyes off the sexy Dane. You loved his long, messy hair, and every time you looked at him, you felt desperate to kiss his lips and tug his hair, knowing you'd earn a heavy moan from him when you'd do so. But you had to restrain yourself. You had texted earlier that day and already made plans to go back home with Sihtric after the party, where he'd undoubtedly have his way with you. You just had to make sure he wouldn't drink too much at the party. And speaking of drinks, you walked away from your friends to get yourself a drink, and Sihtric was quick to follow you.

You poured yourself a glass and felt Sihtric's presence as he stood deliberately close, your arms touching. And his toned arms in that slim fitted black shirt just drove you wild, you couldn't wait until he'd make good use of those arms and throw you on his bed. And Sihtric knew exactly what you were thinking when he saw the smirk on your face. He brushed his fingers over your arm and turned to walk back to your mutual friends, but you gave Sihtric a light shove, pushing in front of him and making sure he got a good view of your ass in that tight dress. And when you looked back over your shoulder, you knew he was struggling to behave himself.

You had barely finished your drink when Gisela demanded everyone to dance, and as the beats were good that evening, you all joined in. First you danced with Gisela, then you danced with Osferth, who started to blush heavily when your moves became a little too sexy for him, and Sihtric was quick to interfere, as he would not let you grind your ass against anyone that wasn't him. And because everyone danced with everyone, no one frowned upon you and Sihtric, and Gisela already pulled Osferth in for another dance before he could hide away. You felt Sihtric's hands on your hips as he moved his body along with yours, from behind, and he pulled your buttocks against his groin. You gasped and smiled at the feeling of his hard cock, and he chuckled in your ear as you continued to dance with him.

'You make me so fucking aroused,' Sihtric husked in your ear, 'I don't think I can wait until I take back you home, babe.'

'Oh, really?' you grinned and turned to face him, placing your hands on his shoulders as he moved his hands onto your lower back, 'well, you'll simply have to wait,' you shrugged.

'You're such a damn tease, fuck,' Sihtric laughed after a light groan.

'You started it,' you smiled.

'I can't recall such a thing,' Sihtric said as he pulled you closer.

'No? You don't recall…' you didn't finish your sentence, instead, you sneakily rubbed your hand firmly against his crotch when no one was watching.

'Ahh, fuuuck,' Sihtric moaned with a desperate pitch in your ear, and he grabbed your hips with a bruising grip, 'stop it, baby, or I will take you right here.'

You chuckled and brushed your fingers over his scarred cheek as you pulled away from him. And immediately Gisela took your hand, asking you to dance with her and Osferth. You blew Sihtric a kiss as you and Gisela danced sensually around poor Osferth, and Sihtric gave you a dark look as he sipped from his drink.

After an hour or so everyone seemed rather drunk, dancing sluttier with each song that came on. You and Sihtric were only a little tipsy, still in full control of your movements and thoughts, and you took Sihtric's hand as Depeche Mode's "You Move" started to play. 

'Come on, handsome,' you teased and turned around, pushing your back up against his body again as you danced to the beat, 'show me how you like it, bad boy.'

'Hm, you know exactly how I like it,' Sihtric breathed down your neck, one hand settled on your hip as his other hand slid up in your hair, 'I like you pretty,' he chuckled softly, 'on your hands and knees for me, princess.'

You hummed with a smile, which Sihtric couldn't hear, but he knew you liked his words, and you turned to face him again.

'So what are you waiting for?' you asked with a cheeky smile.

Sihtric quickly glanced at your group of friends, all dancing and laughing, and just when Sihtric wanted to take your hand to pull you upstairs with him, to find an empty bedroom, Gisela switched off the music as Uhtred was about to make a half drunk speech. You and Sihtric looked at each other, annoyed. But while everyone gathered around Uhtred, you pulled Sihtric slowly backwards with you, sneaking out of the crowd, towards the stairs, and you were both quick to run up the steps like two horny teenagers.

You got lucky and found the first bedroom empty, while some other couple was having their fun in the bathroom upstairs already. Sihtric kicked the bedroom door shut behind him and immediately attacked you with his lips. Kissing, sucking and nipping wherever he could while he tried to get you out of your dress as fast as he could.

'Eager?' you teased as you took off his shirt.

'You have no idea,' he said as he was already panting.

You unbuttoned his jeans and Sihtric's breath hitched when you kissed his muscular chest and ran your tongue over his neck. He picked you up in his arms and looked at you as he bit down on his lip, smiling.

'I'm going to make you fucking scream tonight,' Sihtric chuckled and kissed your lips sweetly, 'I love you, baby,' he whispered, and then without a warning, he threw you on the bed and quickly pulled down your panties.

He pulled his boxers down and wrapped his hand around your ankle, pulling you towards him as he stood next to the bed. Sihtric was strong, and he could easily play with you as if you were just a toy, but he always made sure to still be gentle while being rough with you. With one swift move he had you on your hands and knees in front of him, on the bed. And as you had your foreplay for hours already, in a crowded room, he knew you were just as ready as he was, and you felt his big, warm, rough hands on your hips when he entered you.

'Ahh, fuck,' you sighed with a smile, 'you fill me up so fucking good, babe.'

'Mhm,' Sihtric hummed with a soft chuckle, 'been wanting to feel your tight pussy all night already.'

He started to thrust into you, smoothly and rather gentle, making sure he felt as good to you as you felt to him, and it didn't take long before your fingers curled around the bedsheet and your breathing became faster, along with his.

'Harder!' you moaned, and Sihtric gladly listened to your command.

'Yeah, you like it hard, don't you?' he husked while his pace became rough.

And while Sihtric pounded into you with a headspinning pace, you both completely missed the fact that downstairs, after Uhtred had given his half drunken speech, your friends all sobered up as no one at the party could seem to switch the music on again, and they had been figuring it out ever since Sihtric had pulled off your panties. Your friends also noticed you and Sihtric were gone, and as you had a knack for music and speakers, they sent Osferth to find you. When he eventually went to search for you upstairs, Osferth happened to hear you and Sihtric through the door, and he was quick to run downstairs to tell the rest.

'I'm serious!' Osferth laughed with flushed cheeks, 'she told him to go harder.'

Finan laughed but quickly became serious, 'they're really fucking right now?'

'Yes!' Osferth said.

'Finally,' Uhtred grinned and turned to Finan, 'you owe me money.'

'Not until I've heard it myself,' Finan huffed, annoyed about losing a bet he made with Uhtred about when you and Sihtric would finally hook up.

And as none of your friends could believe that someone had finally caught you and Sihtric in the act, after having suspicions about the two of you for months already, your circle of friends went upstairs and ended up listening at the door, hearing every single word, moan, sigh, grunt and laugh, while you and Sihtric had no idea.

'You sure it's them?' Finan asked Osferth as they listened at the door, hoping he didn't have to pay Uhtred.

'Fuck,' you sighed, 'Sihtric, please! Oh, god, yes!' you moaned.

'Please?' Sihtric growled, and he spanked your ass hard.

Osferth gasped at the sound while the others laughed quietly, and Finan grimaced, reaching for his wallet.

'Why do you never spank me?' Gisela whispered to Uhtred, who gave her a threatening look as he took Finan's money, and Finan grinned at Eadith, as she had no complaints apparently.

'Please, lord!' you screamed with a laugh, 'fuck me completely fucking senseless, lord.'

'Lord?' Uhtred snickered, 'what kind of kink-'

'Shhh!!' everyone hushed Uhtred as they heard Sihtric grunt loudly.

'You dirty slut,' Sihtric laughed, 'hm, I fucking love it when you talk like that, baby, give me some more, princess.'

'He called her a slut?' Osferth whispered, wide-eyed.

'And a princess,' Gisela shrugged and looked at Uhtred again, who avoided her gaze.

'Oh, Sihtric,' you moaned, 'you fuck me so good what that big cock of yours!'

The ladies at the door giggled while Finan cleared his throat and said, 'He's not that big…'

'Fuck, you're so fucking big, babe! Give it to me!' you screamed.

Eadith and Gisela looked at Finan, 'I swear he's not…,' he defended his own manhood.

'I'll give it to you,' Sihtric groaned, 'I'll fucking give it to you, my love,' he said with ragged breath.

'Sihtric sounds kinda hot?' Gisela whispered to Eadith, who agreed with a soft giggle.

'Hey!' Uhtred snarled as he overheard the two women.

'Yes! Yes!' you moaned, 'oh, right there, god, don't fucking stop!'

'Fuck,' Sihtric groaned, 'ah, gods,' he moaned, 'you like that?'

'Yes!' you squealed and laughed as Sihtric spanked your ass again, 'I'm so close, baby, keep going,' you moaned.

Your friends listened with flustered cheeks and jaws slightly dropped to the obscenities you and Sihtric let out while you both came.

Uhtred and Finan knew their ladies would confront them later about how Sihtric had sounded "so hot", and they'd ask why they didn't get treated like that sometimes by their boyfriends. And both men were already annoyed by the thought of that conversation. Gisela and Eadith looked at each other, and without saying it, they both knew they caught a sudden crush on your handsome Dane. And Osferth… Osferth knew how to treat a lady the same way Sihtric treated you, but he just wasn't that open about it.

'Come here, baby,' Sihtric said after you were both dressed again, and he pulled you in his arms as he sat on the bed, 'I love you,' he whispered, 'I love you so much, beautiful.'

'I love you too, pretty boy,' you smiled, kissed his lips and enjoyed his warm embrace for a moment.

It took you a few minutes to realise you didn't hear any music downstairs anymore, and your eyes grew wide.

'Siht?' you said cautiously, 'h-how long has the music been off?'

'Hm?' Sihtric frowned, 'oh, uh… I don't know. I didn't even notice it.'

'Do you think they…' you swallowed hard, 'do you think anyone heard us?'

'Heard us?' Sihtric hummed, 'nah, I don't think so, darling,' he said and kissed your cheek, 'should we head downstairs again?'

'Yeah,' you smiled, and you quickly took a look in the bedroom mirror, making sure you looked presentable.

Before you could open the door, Sihtric took your hand and pulled you towards him, cupping your cheeks.

'Hey,' he whispered and nuzzled your nose, 'thank you, baby,' he chuckled lightly and pecked your lips, 'that was some really good sex.'

'Thank you too,' you giggled, 'for wrecking my spine,' you then grimaced.

'Aw, shit,' Sihtric sighed with a smile, 'sorry, sweetheart. You okay?'

'Already sore really,' you pouted, 'I mean it was worth it, but… yeah,' you shrugged lightly, 'tomorrow will be rough.'

'Don't worry about tomorrow,' Sihtric smiled sweetly and caressed your cheek, 'tomorrow I'll be taking care of you, my love. You know, warm bath, breakfast in bed, all that stuff,' he winked and gave you one more kiss.

To not raise any suspicion, you walked back up to your friends first, alone. Sihtric would join you a few minutes later, he wanted to have a smoke first outside.

'Hey, where's the music?' you asked when Gisela came running to you.

'You have to fix it!' she said, and pulled you to the speaker set, 'where have you been?' she smirked.

'Hm? Oh, you know,' you stopped talking, gave the speaker a quick look and started laughing, 'yeah, a good start would be to switch it on, you know?'

'What?' Gisela blinked, 'Uhtred!' she yelled, 'you didn't switch it on?'

'It was on!' Uhtred shrugged.

'No, it was off,' you grinned and pressed the button, after which Uhtred's phone connected and the music immediately blasted through the house again.

Gisela gave Uhtred an angry face and then Sihtric appeared again.

'Where have you been?' Finan grinned at his friend.

'Oh… you know... went for a smoke,' Sihtric sniffed and looked around the room, avoiding Finan's eyes.

You grabbed yourself a drink and joined your friend group, again standing opposite of Sihtric, who still couldn't keep his eyes off you while he sipped his own drink.

'So,' Finan said, 'and where have you been, princess?' he asked you.

You nearly choked on your drink and your friends all snickered, except for Sihtric, who gave you a wide-eyed stare.

'W-what?' you smiled, nervously.

'Hey,' Uhtred grinned, slapping Sihtric's shoulder as he joined in on the conversation, 'what's up, big man?'

Sihtric clenched his jaw and exhaled slowly as he looked down at his feet.

'Lord,' Eadith giggled, 'it's hot in here, is it not?' she nudged your shoulder.

'I… I,' you stammered.

'Oh, stop it,' Gisela finally said, 'look,' she turned to you, 'we know,' she then looked at Sihtric, 'we already suspected it, and tonight you confirmed it, okay. You can stop pretending now, we know you two are together.'

Sihtric tried to speak, but nothing came out, and you just blinked rapidly at him.

'Just go to him,' Gisela sighed, 'stop the distance nonsense,' she said and gave you a quick shove towards your boyfriend.

Sihtric caught you in his arms as you nearly tripped, and you wrapped your arms around him. Then you both smiled and knew the truth was out, so there was no need to sneak around anymore, and Sihtric was quick to lift your chin up with his fingertips, and he kissed your lips softly. 

And if you thought that maybe your friends wouldn't tease you, you were wrong, because they had all the filth on you and Sihtric they needed, and they'd happily use it to rile you both up whenever they could.

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[icarusignite]

So i have a weird reaquest heheh i just read you finan x reader where they die instead of osferth and the final sentence being about them meeting in heaven SO i got this idea about like in the next life maybe like a modern AU they meet by accident in our time like idk the boys go to a bar or something after a day of work and she is there and Finan just feels like they know each other and something and massive fluff!!!

Thank you<3333

A/N: Heyyoo, I love love loved this request, so cute. Hope you like this fic. I had alot of fun writing the "in another world" vibes lol. This is my first time writing modern AU so apologies if it's abit nonsensey.

Word Count: 2.5K

Pairing: Finan x Fem! Reader (no use of y/n), Modern AU

AO3

In this labyrinth of time, our souls entwined

The bar hummed with an energetic atmosphere, vibrant and alive. Warm, dimmed lights cast a golden glow across the space, illuminating the polished wooden surfaces and richly upholstered seating. The air was filled with the mingling scents of aged whiskey, fragrant hops, and delectable cuisine, creating an inviting aroma that embraced the four men who had just entered.

The sounds of conversation, laughter, and clinking glasses merged harmoniously, creating a symphony of human connection. Patrons leaned against the sleek bar, engaged in animated discussions, their voices rising and falling like waves crashing on a distant shore. Bartenders, skilled and swift, expertly crafted cocktails, their movements a well-practiced dance behind the counter. The clatter of shakers, the clinking of ice, and the pop of corks added a rhythmic backdrop to the bustling scene. There was also the occasional burst of applause that erupted from a corner where groups engaged in friendly games of darts or pool. The walls were adorned with eclectic artwork, vintage posters, and memorabilia, and the music, carefully curated to suit the mood, resonated throughout the room. 

As for Finan, Osferth, Uhtred, and Sihtric, they navigated their way through the bustling crowd, exchanging nods and friendly greetings with familiar faces along the way. Their destination was a cozy booth nestled against the far wall, worn leather seats beckoning like old friends. The table, scarred with marks of countless conversations and camaraderie, stood as a testament to the memories made within its embrace and the friends settled into their respective spots, each claiming their corner of comfort. 

"Now, Osferth," Finan teased, nudging his friend playfully. "Remember, moderation is key tonight. We don't want a repeat of last time, do we?"

"Hey, that was not my fault!" Osferth retorted. "Sihtric was the one who made that stupid wager."

"Well, whatever it was, your girlfriend wasn't too happy about having to drag your drunk ass back home when we called her," Sihtric smirked.

Uhtred rolled his eyes, "How'd someone like you even get a girlfriend Osferth?"

"You're just jealous that our boy here is in an actually stable relationship. Maybe you should learn a lesson or two from him?" Finan threw an arm around the blushing younger boy. 

"What, and deny the ladies all this?" Uhtred spread his arms wide and gestured to himself, making the table erupt in snickers. 

Osferth's face reddened slightly as he chuckled, his eyes flickering with embarrassment, "I'll make sure I don't lose it today. I don't really wanna bother her."

"Awww, he's in loooove," everyone cooed together, making Osferth blush harder.

"Can we-uh-can we just order, please!"

Uhtred raised his hand and summoned one of the waitresses over. She was a confident-looking woman, and when she caught sight of the boys, her eyes sparkled with familiarity and warmth. 

"Evening, gentlemen. What can I get for you today?" she grinned. "Will it just be the usual?"

Uhtred raised a hand to his heart, "Oh you flatter us Amelia, you know us so well."

"It's only right that I remember the order of my best tippers," she winked.

"I supposed it does help that we come in here every Friday night and order the exact same thing?" Sihtric raised an eyebrow playfully.

"I suppose. So yes, the usual then?"

"Thanks, Amelia, you're a doll," Uhtred smiled widely and leaned conspiratorially toward her. "And by the way-"

"Nuh-uh, don't try that with me," Amelia tapped her pen against her notepad. "Cassie from last week was here earlier and she did not look happy."

"Hmm, I wonder what that was about."

"Uhtred..." she warned, equal parts amused and annoyed.

"Oh c'mon, it's not my fault she got attached. It was a one-night kind of thing."

"Uhtred, Uhtred, Uhtred."

"Amelia, Amelia, Amelia, your disappointment in me stings."

Amelia rolled her eyes, "Good. You should learn from Osferth here. Now this is a true gentleman."

She ruffled his hair affectionately, making Uhtred groan.

"I'll send someone over with the food and drinks boys. Have a good time!"

As she walked away, Uhtred leaned back in his seat, a self-satisfied grin playing on his lips, "Did you see the way she looked at me? No woman can resist my charm."

Finan chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh, Uhtred, your ego knows no bounds. She's definitely not into you!"

"Hey, but she could!"

Sihtric sniggered, "Leave it to Uhtred to flirt with every pretty face he comes across."

"And besides, there's no way she'd be into you when you go around breaking the hearts of every woman in her establishment," Osferth chimed in.

Just then, their drinks arrived, and Uhtred was saved from responding. He took his glass absentmindedly from the news server, eyes still lingering on the woman who had retreated behind the counter and was now currently issuing orders. 

The four friends were just raising their glasses, toasting to the adventures they had shared and those yet to come, when there was a sudden hush in the atmosphere. The boys turned their eyes toward the commotion along with everyone else in the room. 

A drunken man, fueled by liquid courage, had crossed the line of decency, attempting to grope a young woman who had been enjoying her drink in solitude at the bar. The atmosphere crackled with a mix of anger and concern, a collective discomfort rippling through the patrons. The woman's discomfort was palpable, her eyes darting around for help as she swallowed nervously. Uhtred stood, accompanied by his friends, ready to step in immediately, but then a figure burst through the crowd.

You were fierce and unyielding as you emerged, eyes flashing with defiance. Your voice boomed with a fiery determination as you confronted the perpetrator. 

"Get your fucking hands off her before I cut them off!"

The drunken man, taken aback by the unexpected confrontation, slurred a profanity-laden response "Mind your own business. The whore was asking for it."

The victim, your friend whom you had left unattended for a moment while you went to the washroom, shuddered at his words and it made your blood boil. You stood your ground with unwavering resolve, managing to stare down your nose at him despite being almost several inches shorter. 

"And you know what you're asking for, you pig? A fucking beating?"

The drunk man snarled and the entire bar waited with bated breath. Finan watched you curiously. He had never seen you in his entire life, he knew that much for sure, and yet there was something about you that seemed so familiar. Something about the steely determination in your glare and the way your voice echoed without strain. He found himself worrying for your safety just then, and he told himself that it was just very human of him to be wishing for the safety of a fellow patron of the bar.

"Oh yeah, and who'd gonna give me the beating? A pathetic thing like you?"

The drunkard lunged toward you, his intentions clear. But he had gravely underestimated your strength and resolve. In a swift movement, you dodged his attack, your smaller stature and sober mind giving you the advantage of speed and better coordination. Your fist connected with his jaw in a powerful counterstrike. There was a satisfying crunch and he crumpled with a howl. The sound reverberated through the room, silencing it for a split second before the eruption of applause and cheers.

"Alright, the show's over, get that fucking clown out of my bar!" Amelia finally arrived at the scene with security and everyone watched them throw the man out, returning the familiar buzz of conversation to the environment. 

The aftermath of the confrontation still hung in the air as Finan, Osferth, Uhtred, and Sihtric returned to their booth, feeling quite impressed at your bravery. However, there was something else lingering in the air—Finan's undeniable fascination with you. 

As they settled back into their seats, Osferth's eyes twinkled mischievously, "Finan, my friend, it seems your attention was captured by more than just the excitement of the moment."

Uhtred chuckled, leaning back with a knowing grin, "Indeed, it appears our fearless Finan has met his match. A strong-willed woman who can throw a punch? I totally see the appeal."

Finan's cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and amusement tugging at the corners of his lips. "No, no, it's not that. I feel like-I feel like I know her."

"You seen her before?" Sihtric raised an eyebrow.

"A one-night-"

"No! Nothing like that!"

Uhtred raised his hands placatingly, "Alright, alright. Shall I ask Amelia then? Maybe she's a regular here?"

"Maybe, I don't know."

"Just go talk to her Finan," Sihtric sighed in exasperation. 

"What if she thinks I'm a creep or something?"

"Oh I think she's more than capable enough to handle creeps don't you think?"

"Hey! I don't wanna be handled like a creep!" Finan exclaimed indignantly.

"Well then, you better be on your most gentlemanly behaviour dude," Osferth clapped a hand on his shoulder.

With the resounding support of his friends, Finan steeled his nerves and rose from the booth once more. He crossed the bar, weaving through the mingling crowds until he reached your side. You were still comforting your friend in hushed whispers when she nudged you to turn your attention to the newcomer.

Finan wore an easy confident smile as he leaned against the bar, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"You know," he began, his voice filled with playful charm, "I could swear we've crossed paths before. Perhaps in a previous life?"

You snorted, "Oh wow. That was-"

"Charming?"

"Oh, is that your go-to line?" you raised your eyebrow unimpressed. 

"Well, it hasn't failed me yet. But I must admit, it doesn't seem to be working splendidly in this instance," he rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly.

"Well, consider my curiosity piqued, charming stranger."

"Finan, at your service," he extended his hand which you took in a firm handshake.

The moment your palms met, a kaleidoscope of emotions and sensations cascaded through his being, and Finan felt a jolt of familiarity as if the tapestry of time had woven your destinies together long before your paths had crossed here in this bar. Time itself seemed to stutter, as though a forgotten melody had suddenly resurfaced, stirring memories buried deep within him and his heartbeat quickened. He knew you, he could swear it. Within that ephemeral moment, the boundaries of space blurred, and the present moment fused seamlessly with echoes of the past and the whispers of the future. The sensation transcended the confines of the physical world, creating a bridge that spanned eons, traversing the realms of memory and eternity. Finan then pulled away, feeling quite foolish. No girl had ever made him feel this way before but surely it was foolish to be drawn this way to a stranger he had just met. He looked up at you, trying to deduce whether or not you felt a similar connection, or if this familiarity was something on his part alone. 

Your eyes were warm as you smiled at him, but there was no recognition in them. That was all well enough, he supposed. The stressful week must be getting to him. This was the first time he'd seen you because there was no way he'd ever forget someone like you if you had made his acquaintance in the past. 

"So, will I get to know your name, or are you determined to stay an enigma?"

Your smile grew wider as you introduced yourself. 

"That was quite a punch back there," Finan eyed your bruised knuckles in concern. "I must say, I'm impressed."

You laughed, the sound echoing through his ears pleasantly. 

"Flattery will get you far, Finan. But tell me, do these lines usually work for you?"

Finan leaned in, his tone conspiratorial, "I'd say they've got about a 50/50 success rate. Though I must confess, it's never been quite as genuine as it is with you."

"Well, you certainly have a way with words. Perhaps, just this once, I'll let you get away with it."

"Wow, in that case, would you let me buy you a drink?"

"Hmm, I'd like that. Thank you."

Finan flagged down the bartender, ordering your preferred drink. Then, with a worried glint in his eyes, he added, "And may we also have some ice for her bruised knuckles, if you don't mind."

The bartender returned, placing your drinks on the bar along with a small bowl of ice. Finan took a few napkins and wrapped a few pieces of ice in them, reaching out to brush his fingers gently across yours.

"May I?"

You nodded hesitantly, and he pressed the cool relief to your knuckles, making you sigh. 

You smiled, "Thank you. It's not often I find someone who pays such attention to the little things."

After that, the conversation seemed easy, your words flowing effortlessly like a dance. The bar's ambient sounds faded into the background, leaving you wrapped in a cocoon of shared laughter and connection. You didn't even notice your friend slip away from your side, leaving you two alone at the counter. 

Finan's friends observed the scene from their booth, their eyes fixated on their smitten companion. Uhtred leaned in, his voice filled with mischief. "Well, well, it seems Finan has truly met his match."

Osferth nodded, a warm smile on his face as he watched the two of you laugh and engage in witty banter, "He's found someone who can match his wit I guess. It's entertaining for sure."

"How long before he works up the nerve to ask her out?" Sihtric chimed in.

"If he hasn't already," Uhtred pointed out.

"Nah, I don't think he's done it yet. He seems different this time."

"Oh you think you're the expert now Osferth," Sihtric nudged him with his elbow.

"Well, I am the one with the long-term relationship, so yeah, I guess that makes me the expert. We can't very well call Uhtred the expert now can we?"

Back at the bar, you and Finan had continued to share stories, your laughter intertwined with glimmers of vulnerability and shared interests. Finan leaned closer, his voice uttering your name sincerely.

"You know, there's something about you that is so truly captivating. I find myself drawn to your spirit, and I can't help but want to know more."

"My spirit huh? Damn, you definitely have a way with words. So what is it that you want to know, Finan?"

"Everything. I want to know your dreams, your passions, and the adventures that have made you the person you are. I want to know everything about you!"

"Oh."

"If you'll let me of course," he amended quickly, not wanting to scare you off.

Your cheeks flushed a deep red, "I assure you my life has been very ordinary so far, but perhaps you shall hear about it another time."

Finan reached out, gently taking your hand in his, "I eagerly await that time. Until then, may I have the honour of taking you out for dinner?"

"Oh," your eyes widened. "Well...okay yeah, I'd like that. I'd like that very much, Finan."

Your voice tugged at his heart. The cadence of your voice, the melody of your laughter, and the animated movements of your hands, as you talked, resonated deep within him, stirring emotions that defied explanation. The sense of déjà vu enveloped him, painting the air with shades of nostalgia and anticipation. he tried his best to recall the origin of this profound connection, but they slipped through his fingers like whispers in the wind. 

His heart called your name, even though it had just learned the shape of it today and your souls, separated by the veil of existence, recognized each other anyways.

[mischiefmanaged71]

All’s fair (1)

Pairing: Osferth x fem! Reader

Rowdy voices filled the tavern as Osferth wandered in behind the group. Uhtred led them from the rain, seeking shelter in the cover.

"I need a drink." Finan sighed, taking a seat at an empty table.

Osferth found himself sat next to Sihtric, Uhtred and Finan across as the barmaid left to fetch their drinks.

"If I have to spend one more night on the ground, I think my back will cave in forever." Finan continued.

"I think that's the least of your problems." Sihtric remarked, laughing along with Osferth as he smacked Finan's hand away.

“You lads can laugh.” Finan scoffed, dodging their attempts to nudge him playfully.

"Lord, I was wondering," Osferth began, "How many days from here?"

Uhtred glanced at him, "If we leave at dawn, as planned, I would say two days to our destination."

"This Lord we're meeting better be important." Finan grumbled under his breath, wincing as a foot kicked him under the table. "Shit-"

Sihtric stifled a laugh as Osferth chuckled along with Uhtred. Soon enough, they found themselves waiting aimlessly before Osferth stood to grab it. He hadn't walked too far from the table when a stocky figure tumbled in his path. Osferth righted his footing, looking at the ominous face glared at him.

"Watch where you're going, boy."

"It was an accident." Osferth said, tilting his head. The man walked into him, not the other way around. Osferth must not have kept that to himself as the man stepped closer, seething at the sight of him.

"Pesky little thing. What’s a monk doing with a sword?" The man spat, glancing at Osferth's armour and the sword at his side, "Can you even use that, bastard?"

A fury did light in Osferth at the remark as he stood his ground. "Don't call me that."

"What?" He repeated, "Bastard? You don't like that, do you?" The man stepped closer.

"Let me teach you a lesson, boy." He reached for his sword.

"I'm not afraid of you." Osferth stood, staring into the man's eyes as he stared him down intimidatingly. The scrap of metal unsheathing reached his ear, a clash of flesh and a scream, but Osferth hadn't moved, nor did he feel any pain. A sword clattered on the ground in front of him.

He watched as the man hissed, clutching at his hand and looking around before he landed on a figure to Osferth's right.

"Bitch!"

The noise disrupted the rest of the tavern as it grew quiet, and Uhtred's men followed the panic. Osferth's eyes drew to the table where the figure stood, their hood removed.

The woman's face was stoic as she glanced at his attacker with indifference. "You would pull a sword on a man for your own stupidity."

"I'd do much worse." He hissed.

"Walk away with all your limbs in tact. I would recommend it." She remarked, stepping closer. Her cloak rustled, revealing the plethora of knives attached to her person and the sword at her side. A bow and arrows resided on the table with a bag and empty plate.

"I will string you up and hang you for cutting me, whore. Him, I'll run through with my sword."

The threat drew Uhtred, Sihtric and Finan to back Osferth.

"You do know how to use that, right?" She asked him, glancing at Osferth.

"Of course." Osferth replied.

Uhtred spoke up, "Now, there doesn't need to be any blood shed. We can all part ways."

The men behind him stood, arming themselves "None of you are leaving, especially that bitch."

She glanced around, raising her eyebrows "It's always the same insult."

Y/N drew her own sword, standing next to the man. "Behind me." She ordered as a man barrelled toward them. The chaos began, shouting and fighting filling the tavern. Her new acquaintance and his friend formed a circle, taking on anyone who came onto them. She tucked her sword down at the last second, pushing a man back with a strong kick. Her arm curved her sword in an arch, meeting an attack as she held off. She pushed back, releasing and slicing their chest.

Despite the bloodshed, she managed to avoid most of the blood splatter. The man and his friends appeared to be doing quite well in holding off the crowd. A gasp left her mouth as a hand grabbed at her hair. She couldn't control the scream that left her as she scrambled for keep, quickly stabbing their widely with a dagger she pulled from her sheath. From the cry, she was successful in harming her attacker who released their hold. She whipped around and kicked the man's leg in. The pommel of her sword met his temple and he fell unconscious.

Her chest rose and fell shakily as she scanned the room, spotting the blonde fighting against an attacker in front and a second approaching. Her heart raced at the sight of a third sneaking up from behind. Two of her daggers unsheathed, meeting flesh in succession. The second figure managed to get him onto his back, sword raised to cause harm. It swung, but was intercepted with another's sword with a harsh clang.

There was a fury in her eyes that Osferth only saw in few people. In the moments when Lord Uhtred discovered the terrible things done to vulnerable women and children. But this look, the whole consuming fire, he had not seen in a woman like this before.

She held strong and twisted, sending the man backwards as he staggered to gain his balance. Y/N stood firmly, huffing as she twisted her sword in hand and raised it again. But she didn't move. Osferth watched closely as within a few seconds, she waited patiently for the man to come to her. She analysed him before reacting, noting his unbalanced footing and sliced his arm. The man cried out, dropping his sword and she sent him to the ground with a kick to the chest. A kick to the balls was for good measure as he groaned on the floor.

"I didn't get your name." She stated, holding her hand to pull the man off the ground. He glanced at it before accepting.

"It is Osferth, my Lady." His eyes scanning her face with a wonder and gratitude.

She smiled, nodding "Osferth. You can call me Y/N."

He smiled at her, "Thank you. You did not need to step in, but I am most grateful that you did."

"He would not have left you alone. Besides, I was itching for some practice." She slid her sword back into the sheath at her side with a smile.

"We should move on before more trouble arrives." Osferth replied, guiding her with a hand to his group. "Where did you learn to fight like that?"

Before she could answer, loud voices brought them out of the daze as they reached the other's crowded around the horses.

"The Lady who rescued our baby monk!" Finan shouted cheerily. "She's a better fighter than you, Osferth."

"I'd wager she's better than you Finan." Uhtred retorted, causing Sihtric and Osferth to laugh while she stifled her own.

She looked to Osferth, raising her eyebrows in question. "I was training to be a monk..."

"And..."

"Now..." He finished, stumbling over his words "I'm a part of Lord Uhtred's men." Gesturing at the man in question.

"Lord Uhtred of Bebbanburg?" she asked.

"Correct. This is Finan." Uhtred gestured.

"The Irishman." She pointed out, and he winked at her. Y/N rolled her eyes, folding her arms.

The other man wore a kind smile, glancing at her. "And Sihtric."

A Dane, she noted - curious as to how such a group formed. "What were you doing on this path?"

Uhtred glanced at the other men, forming his answer carefully, "We were stopping on our journey for the night. Seeing as that is no longer an option, we best move on."

"No, it probably isn't. May I ask where you're headed?"

"Toward Repton. Lord Egir awaits us."

She hummed, "It seems you're in luck. I’m on my way there. You should take this path along the south through the forest."

"No. We're going west and cutting around all of the checkpoints. There are less chances of being seen that way." Sihtric stated.

"Yes." She agreed, "but it's much faster to cross the river, than go all the way around. Why don't we travel together?" She suggested, "I make this trip quite often, I know the trail well enough."

"Why would you offer to travel with four strange men, my Lady? It is not safe to put your trust in just anyone." Osferth stated, no offence to the woman.

She smiled, enticed with the way he addressed her so sweetly. "Are you saying I cannot trust you, Osferth?"

He flushed, stumbling over his words "No-uh, of course-"

The others laughed quietly at the man’s flustered state. 

She chuckled lightly, "You all saw what I'm capable of, and I have enough weapons on my person to assure myself, should anyone wish me harm. I think I should be just fine. If it's all the same to you, Lord Uhtred, it would be my honour to escort you and your men."

"Very well. And thank you." He replied with a smile.

Y/N nodded, walking off to her horse. Osferth couldn't help but follow her with his eyes, entirely absorbed by this ethereal woman who saved his life.

"Looks like our baby monk has his eyes set on her." Uhtred remarked.

"Not bad, Osferth. Maybe he's smarter than us, lads."

"I know he is." Sihtric laughed as Finan grumbled, punching the man's arm.

"Do you think we can trust her?" Uhtred asked Osferth.

He thought it over, considering her courage to step in and save him and her genuinity. He nodded, "She saved my life. She didn't have to do anything, but she intervened."

Uhtred nodded, "Let's see from here. We should remain alert still."

Osferth agreed, hearing the trample of hooves against gravel.

"I've never seen a lady in combat, less one who can kill that many men." Finan replied.

"Not all of them are dead." She stated, bringing their attention back as she pet her horse. They stared at her, their expressions stunned and bewildered.

"They certainly won't forget what happened here." Uhtred noted.

"We should leave now. We can find somewhere else to rest and arrive by dusk."

***

Finan whispered to Sihtric, "Where have you heard of women who can fight like that?"

"Maybe she's the right hand to a Lord or a Queen?" Sihtric replied, "Who knows? I guess we'll find out soon enough." Glancing where the woman rode in the front. Osferth saddled next to her on his own horse, Uhtred not far behind as he closely watched the woman.

"If you don't mind, my Lady. May I ask you a question?"

She averted her gaze from the path to Osferth, "Of course.”

"Where did you learn to fight like that?"

Y/N looked at him, "My father encouraged me from a young age that I should know how to defend myself. There are always dangers around us, especially for people like me."

"It is a tragedy that you should have to defend yourself against such people."

Y/N would have laughed, "I do not grieve having to fight for on my own behalf. In fact, it is quite the opposite." Receiving a confused look from the group.

"I have the privilege and tools to protect myself. The ability to be independent, without the help or need for a man."

"What does your husband say of this?" Uhtred asked, although she could tell it wasn't maliciously intended, rather curious.

"My husband does not have a say." A smirk turning at her lips. Osferth felt a twist in his gut at that. "I'm afraid, he would have to exist to have a say in such matters."

Osferth pushed his horse forward, "Are there...others?"

"Others?" She trailed off, confused at the question.

Osferth cleared his throat, forming an answer in time "Warriors?"

"There are many warriors where I am from. Most are men, but there are select women who choose to defend our village, as I have."

"That is curious." He replied with a smile.

"Our Lord believes in the right of every individual to decide their purpose. I've known since I was young that I was to protect mine. It is easier with the support of my family. I see the experiences of other women outside our walls."

"Coccham is not so different in that respect. It hosts all sorts of people who need a home. It's where we came together under Lord Uhtred's command." Osferth continued.

A bout of silence passed as they crossed through the river, water splashing about as the horses trotted through. It was on the other side that Sihtric spoke up, addressing her first.

"Why did you choose to fight and not reside in your home?”

"I don't enjoy killing people, but I don't tolerate ignorance and cowardice. That man would have cut Osferth down for simply looking at him. He was looking for a fight, so I gave him one."

Finally they crossed through to the other side and a gasp reached her ear when the castle finally came into view. It was nothing short of incredible, the towers and immense field spread out. Y/N waved a hand and the gates opened, allowing them to pull through. The town square came into view, people glancing at the newcomers.

Osferth heard murmurs from the crowds, confusion laced within his features until they finally reached the castle ahead. A few men stood ahead at the doors, one offering help to Y/N to dismount.

She turned to them, "Wait here and I'll be with you shortly. I will announce your arrival."

Uhtred nodded and they watched her leave.

"Doesn't it seem like we're missing something?" Finan remarked.

"She isn’t telling us everything." Sihtric agreed.

Osferth shook his head, residing to trust the lady after her generosity, "We don't need to know everything.”

Uhtred narrowed his eyes on the castle. "I agree with Sihtric and Finan."

"Lord-" Osferth's eyes widened.

Uhtred shook his head, "We don't need to pry. I'm merely saying there are things we must be weary of." He laid a hand on Osferth 's shoulder, "We don't know enough about her to trust entirely. That's why I'm trusting you to find out."

"What?"

Finan's arm found Osferth's shoulders, "Use that charm of yours, baby monk. I'm sure it'll work, given she's taken with you. She sees something there." Pointing at his chest.

Osferth pulled a face, not enticed with Finan's insinuation there. "What are you talking about?"

"The Lady fought for you-spilled blood for you. I think that means something." Finan emphasised, eyebrows raised.

"Just try." Sihtric offered, causing Osferth to sigh as the group dispersed at her return.

"He's ready for you."

***

“Lord Uhtred. It is a honour to host you.” their host greeted them, standing to clasp Uhtred’s hand. “It has been a difficult year for us, with the passing of my late wife and surfacing Danes who wish to do us harm.”

The private room housed a table with parchment and ink, several key objects representing landmarks and villages. Aside from their group of four, there was the Lord, two other men, and Y/N.

“It is why we have come, to seek your counsel and support in the retaking Bebbanburg.”

The Lord Egir nodded, “We must discuss the formalities later, after you have settled. I assure you, my people and I are devoted to your cause. This is my advisor, Osmund, who will be overseeing plans with us.”

“Let me introduce my kin.” he gestured to the young man at his side “This is my son, Henrik. He is one of the best marksman we have. I am sure you will find much talent and use of his guidance.”

The men glanced over at him as the Lord continued, “And you’ve already had the privilege of meeting my daughter.” glancing at her as she stood to the side, between the two groups. She smiled at her father, glancing at the men.

Varying expressions of surprise and stoic faces greeted her, but she smiled nonetheless. 

“Yes. It involved an argument in a tavern.” she finally spoke. “A rather abrasive man with a temper.”

“What became of him?”

She shrugged, “I was not fortunate enough to remove him of his hands, but I think the message was clear.”

Henrik’s laugh reached her first before the scattered laughter of her new acquaintances began.

“Her skill is much credit to her abilities.” Uhtred stated. 

He smiled, “My daughter is one of the best fighters I know. I made sure of it from the first day she could lift a sword.”

"We do not have many women bearing arms in Coccham." Uhtred began, drawing their eyes to him, "But, now I see a far greater asset, as your Lady Y/N has demonstrated."

"Thank you, Lord. You and your men are fine fighters." She stated, "I see great skill and potential in your crew."

"Both Henrik and Y/N have been devout to their training and studies since a young age. Y/N has taken to training our warriors in physical combat and of the sword. Henrik is more adept in suiting out archers. This has proven to be the best strategy in dividing our strengths within the house." He continued, "Perhaps his Lord and men would look to see a demonstration during their stay."

His kin nodded their heads, Y/N taking her turn "Of course, Father. Always a learning opportunity."

Although the narrowing of Finan's eyes, the silence from the other two wasn't an indication of humour. Osferth's eyebrows were raised in surprise.

"I believe that was sufficient. May I excuse myself? It has been three days since I've returned."

"Of course." He nodded as she bowed her head and headed toward the doorway. The sound of her name caused her to turn her head again.

"Would you escort them to their lodgings?"

"Of course. It would be my pleasure.” she smiled.

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Pyrlig’s Spy (Sihtric x black!reader)

Summary: Father Pyrlig is your adoptive father and raised you as his own in the church. You had became a spy for King Alfred and now became a spy for his successor, Prince Edward. Father Pyrlig asks you to help Uhtred to take down Cnut and you hesitantly agreed.

Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, sexual themes (oral sex - fem receiving), minors DNI, this is a long one sorry not sorry

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Uhtred went to Durham to rest his men and buy some time to figure out what to do next. As of now, him and his men were traitors to the Saxon crown. He will forever be tethered to Wessex and the Saxons. All he ever wanted for this life was to reclaim his birthright to Bebbangburg. Without an army, there was no way he could take back Bebbanburg.

“Lord,” Finan says, nudging his head in the direction of a familiar face. Uhtred’s face fell when he saw Father Pyrlig sitting at a table, reading the scroll in his hands. Uhtred stands from his table and Finan follows.

“You plan on telling Edward where I am, Father?” Uhtred asks, snapping Pyrlig out of his thoughts. “Uhtred,” he says, closing his scroll and tucking it back into his satchel. “No, I’m here on other business.” “Is that right? And what business may that be, Father? A whorehouse?” Finan teases, making Uhtred chuckle.

You heard the tail end of the conversation and didn’t like what you heard. “Mind your tongue, Dane.” You say from behind him, rounding the table. You wore a cloak with a deep hood, making it nearly impossible to reveal your features to the men before you. “Not a Dane,” Finan corrects.

“And who might you be?” Uhtred asks. “None of your business,” you snap. By this point, Osferth and Sihtric were by Uhtred’s side and Father Pyrlig stands to mediate. “Easy boys. This is my adoptive daughter, Y/N. She can be protective.” He explained. “Daughter?” It’s okay to show yourself. They are friends.” He adds.

You waited a moment before pulling back your hood as you looked at the group. “She’s beautiful,” Osferth whispers to Sihtric, warranting an elbow to his stomach. “She has a sharp tongue,” Uhtred says in a amusement. “She has a sharp sword to match,” you snark.

“Y/N, play nice.” Pyrlig states, your gaze softening when you looked at him. “It’s good to see you, Father. I have news.” You start, not wanting to debrief him in front of strangers. Sihtric in particular caught your attention, his darkened gaze awakened something in you no one else did in a long time.

“Do you trust them?” You ask Father Pyrlig. “With my life,” “Very well. There’s much to discuss. We should go somewhere private.” You stated.

**

Since the day you first met Sihtric in Durham, he’s creeped his way into your head. You can still see his gaze when your eyes are closed. Even when you are under another man, all you could think about was how it would feel to be under him.

Your cover was being a healer for the Danes. Thankfully Haesten has taken a liking to you, which further protected you in your cover. You spaced out your visits to Durham to brief Father Pyrlig to avoid suspicion. Uhtred and his men were stationed there until you gave them the window to attack and take over Cnut’s army.

You were training with Pyrlig when you felt eyes on you. You looked over your shoulder to see Sihtric glancing over at you while he brushed his horse. Pyrlig nudged you with the back of his sword, causing you to stumble. “Eyes up,” he instructs. You turn your attention back to training and crouched down into defensive position.

“Why do you stare at her and don’t say anything?” Osferth asks, brushing his own horse. “I.. always find myself at a loss for words whenever she’s near.” “What worries you, Sihtric? That she may not like you?” Sihtric spares him a glance, brushing the hay off his horse and walking to where Finan and Uhtred were sitting.

“She’s captivated by you, Sihtric.” Osferth states. “Drop it, Osferth.” He states. “Drop what?” Uhtred asks. “Nothing, lord.” Osferth spares Sihtric a glance and follows his gaze to you walking back to your hut for a bath.

Uhtred, Osferth and Finan turned in for the night. Sihtric decided to stay up late, hoping to catch you before bed. You were walking back from talking to Father Pyrlig when Sihtric caught your eye. He takes a sip of his ale and held your gaze. You’ve had enough of the stares and no talking. Your legs had a mind of its own as they strided over Sihtric.

“Is there something you wish to tell me?” You asked. “N-no, my Lady.” “Something keeping you awake?” You asked after a lengthy pause. “I’m afraid so,” “Would you want some company then?” His cheeks reddened at your words and he set down his cup. “How do you mean, my lady?”

You didn’t respond to his question. Instead, you pulled off your cloak and loosened the ties on your dress. His eyes fell to your the swells of your breasts before meeting your gaze. You gathered your cloak in your hands, walking up the steps to your hut.

You tossed the cloak on the table and pulled your gown off so your entire back was exposed before closing the door. You placed the gown on the table next to your cloak, smoothing your hands over your night gown. Sihtric contemplates what he should do next.

He hears a small voice in his head. It’s Finan’s voice saying, “Move it or lose it, idiot.” He stands from the table and made his way to your hut. He opens the door to see you sitting on your bed patiently for him. He closes the door behind him but doesn’t move from his spot in front of the door.

“Do you.. like me, Sihtric?” “Yes, I do.” “Well it doesn’t seem like it,” you stood from the bed and you could see the confliction behind his eyes. “What’s holding you back? Is it another woman?” You ask as you slowly walk around him. “No, my Lady. I am unmarried,” he answers.

“Mm, then what is it?” “You make me nervous like a young boy and his first crush. I.. can never think straight when you’re around.” “Do you wish for me to leave?” “No, lady.” “It’s Y/N,” your face was now inches from his but you only met him half way. “Y/N,” he whispers against your lips and you hummed softly.

He pushed his anxious thoughts from his head for a split second and pressed his lips to yours. He pulled away for a moment, holding your chin to deepen the kiss. Your hands fell to his biceps, take a step backward to lead him to the bed.

You pulled away from his lips and held his gaze as you sat on the bed, pulling him close by his belt. His hands covered yours, smiling at your confused expression. He pulls off his armor and shed his tunic and weapons onto the floor soon after.

He follows your lips until you laid down on your back, kissing your passionately and warmly. Taking the bottom of your night gown and lifting it over your hips. He pressed a peck to your lips before moving south, propping your legs on his shoulders.

A soft sigh leaves your lips when he licks up the stripe of your folds, lingering on your clit. He laps up your juices and circles your clit softly with the tip of tongue. You gently rolled your hips against him, groaning when his beard scratch brushed your folds. “P-please,”

He nips at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before taking the bundle of nerves between his lips and sucking harshly at it. Your eyes rolled back, the arch in your back deepening. “Fuck, Sihtric. That feels so- oh,” he suctions and kitten licks at your clit, following the pearl with every motion of your hips, not stopping until he felt your body seize.

One of your hands gripped the sheets and the other rested on the back of his head. Your eyes screwed shut when your legs shook along with your orgasm. He pulls away from your legs, kissing your neck and rubbing his knee against your throbbing clit.

He swallowed your quiet sobs and whimpers. “Would you like me to do that again?” He asks, you moaned at the taste of your salty essence. “Is that a yes?” You held the side of his face when he moves to go back between your legs. “I-if you do that, I’ll fall unconscious before you can hump me,” you explained.

“I’d much rather lick you again, lady.” He says softly, pressing a kiss to your palm but he waits for you to nod before returning to his place between your legs. You never met a man that enjoyed giving you pleasure, let alone seek your pleasure before his. He could tell you were close to another orgasm from the intense shaking on your legs.

He kitten licks as quick as his tongue allowed. You twisted your body away from him but he wrapped his arms around your hips. You chanted his name through your orgasm, whining when he doesn’t pull away from your cunt. “No more. Gods, please!” You cried out from the overstimulation.

He pressed a kiss to your cunt before pulling away once again. He gathered you in his arms and cradling your body as you laid on his chest, smiling proudly when he sees your eyes fluttering closed.

“Lord Uhtred suggested I become a spy for him as well. Pretend to offer my sword to Cnut.” He breaks the silence, dragging his finger tips up your back. “Have you ever been a spy before?” You asked, slowly peeling your eyes open. “No,” “Then you have to be very careful,” “You worry for me already, lady?” He jokes. “Things can go wrong very fast so just promise me you’ll be careful,” you explain, holding his gaze.

“I promise,” you sighed when he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead. “I haven’t heard Lord Uhtred talking about sending another spy,” you pondered, noticing his heart race in his chest. “It was your idea wasnt it?” You lifted your head from his chest and sat up next to him.

His heart continued to race when he saw a look of amusement in your eyes. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he defends, his eyes never leaving yours as you straddle his waist. “Mm, looks like you need something to jog your memory,”

**

You gave Sihtric basic pointers on how to not give yourself away as spy. But all of that went out of the window when he noticed how bold Haesten was. How his hand lingers on your waist and slides down below your lower back. One night, you spent the entire night on Haesten’s lap to make up for Sihtric’s staring.

In your cover, you were only attracted to Haesten and that was one thing that came to mind. Sihtric wanted to break Haesten’s neck at the sight.

But no matter how hard you tried to divert attention from Sihtric, he was caught listening to Cnut’s conversation with Haesten and Bloodhair. “Seem like we have a traitor in our midst,” Bloodhair says, dragging Sihtric from outside their tent to the center of the ground for every to see, including you.

“Oh no,” you said to yourself. “Behold! An eavesdropper! Chances are he works for the Saxon scum, King Alfred! He wishes to tell him of our plans! Whatever should we do with him?” The camp circles around as Bloodhair forced Sihtric to his knees. “Kill him!” One man said, others murmured in agreement.

Bloodhair sheaths his sword and your heart sank in your chest. “Have him fight for his freedom!” You announced, moving closer to the crowd. “He doesn’t deserve that! Kill him!” “He is still a Dane,” “A Dane that betrayed his own people for the Saxons is hardly a Dane,”

You sighed, watching as Sihtric glares up at Bloodhair. “She’s right. He’s still a Dane.” Brida tells Cnut. “Have him fight for his freedom. But not now. We need to make a new plan.” Cnut tells Bloodhair. He grips the back of Sihtric’s collar and pushed him through the crowd.

“Bind him and keep his mouth shut,” Bloodhair tells his guards. You walked back to your healer tent, not wanting anyone to see your relief that Sihtric is still breathing. “Why did you defend him?” Your heard Haesten ask from behind you.

You turned to face him and he closed the space between you. “I’m.. not like you guys. I heal people, I don’t kill them. I don’t like seeing death either.” It was a lie obviously. This wasnt your first spy mission He stared at you a moment and you looked at him with sad eyes. “You’re too pure for a place like this, love.” He finally says, holding your face in his hands.

“Come by my tent tonight?” He questions, but you took it as a statement. “Okay,” he nudges his nose against yours before pulling away from you. You returned to your tent, never glancing in Sihtric’s direction. You kept an ear out for when the supposed fight but it never came.

It was close to sunset and you decided to take your chance. You tucked your knife under your gown as you made your way to the stables to get your horse. You brought it the edge of the the forest line, letting it feed on the grass there.

You waited until most of the men were eating or talking amongst themselves to approached the tent that Sihtric was held in. Two guards were outside the tent. You took the knife from his clapped a hand over one’s mouth and slit his throat. Dragging him behind the tent, you waited until the remaining guard rounded the corner.

He gripped his neck as you severed his corrotid. You glanced around before entering the tent, pressing your index finger to your lips when Sihtric’s eyes cut to yours. You quickly cut through his bindings and cut a hole through the back of the tent.

You peeked your head through the hole you made and ran like hell towards your horse. Brida caught movement in the corner of her eye, her jaw clenched when she saw you and Sihtric running towards the forest. “The traitors are getting away! Archers, kill them!” Brida orders.

Some archers rushed to their horses. You and Sihtric already mounted your horse. You took the reigns into your hands, turn the horse to move south when you felt a pinch on your arm. “Ah, fuck!” You looked down to see an arrow piercing straight through your arm.

“Y/N,” Sihtric says worryingly. You snapped the reigns and your horse dashed through the forest. You and Sihtric ducked to avoid anymore arrows while your arm throbs. When you cut through a path and lose the archers, your adrenaline slowly dwindled away and the pain took over.

“We should stop. Get you help.” He suggests. “We can’t. We need to keep moving. It’s fine as long as the arrow is still in my arm. The second you take it out, the bleeding will worsen.” “I’m sorry. This is all my fault.” “Stop that. Just.. hold me until we get to Durham.”

He nods in agreement, wrapping his arms around your and took the reigns into his hands. He places a kiss behind your ear. The peace of the forest, your horse’s soft clicks of her footsteps and chirps of the birds calmed your nerves. You closed your eyes for a moment, leaning further into Sihtric’s chest and thoroughly enjoying his warmth. “Why did you sacrifice the cover you’ve built for weeks, to save me?” He asks after a few paces of silence.

“I’ve seen enough death for a lifetime.. I didn’t intend to see another.” You explained softly. He cupped your chin and turned your face until you were looking over your shoulder. He rested his forehead on your, brushed the tip of his nose against yours.

“Thank you,” he pressed his lips to yours, humming into the kiss. “You saw what Haesten did, didn’t you?” You asked with a pained laugh. “I wanted to break his hands. You’re mine. Not his.” you let out another laugh, wincing when your arm flexed unintentionally. “So I take it, my cover was convincing?” He hummed in response, kissing behind your ear again.

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The Dragon of Valhalla

AN: This chapter was originally 4k words oops so I split it hehehe. also there is not a particular part where the song kicks in, it is just in general the theme song of this whole chapter.

Series Masterlist is here!

Song of this chapter

Eve by Precious Pepala

CW: Uhtred on trial (as they do in AC Valhalla), public defiance by Anya, she don't care if it ain't about Sihtric though, angsty kinda maybe?, Uhtred swearing another oath, divinity, destiny, religious fighting and such, Osferth is low-key kinda dumb it's okay though, Skade

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Chapter 4

Ravensthorpe, Kingdom of Mercia

Anya and Sihtric had only just gotten to the longhouse when Uhtred was brought before Eivor. They could only give each other a look of sorrow. Inexplicably, they both knew where the other belonged in this. Sihtric took his place among Uhtred’s men, settling behind Finan. And Anya stood to her mother’s right.

Both groups lined a half circle in front of Eivor’s throne. A soft hum could be heard as everyone mumbled to one another. Aemond, among the Raven Clan, tried desperately to get Anya to look at him, but Anya’s eyes could only find Sihtric’s. She only just found him, she needed more time.

“Uhtred of Bebbanburg,” Eivor said, silencing the room completely. “You stand accused of the murder of Ubba Ragnarsson, ally to Raven Clan. What do you say to these claims?”

Uhtred’s jaw clenched as he stared at Eivor. He had thought that this matter had long been dead. A matter that had caused him much strife.

“I did kill him. But it was not murder,” Uhtred said firmly.

He and Eivor stared at each other. Tension was thick between them. It was almost as if they dared each other to speak next, to act out of the slightest anger.

Anya looked to her father. Hytham shook his head, only slightly. He was trying to prevent his daughter from doing anything stupid. But, she couldn’t risk her destiny.

Stupid may it be, she couldn’t risk Sihtric. There was something inexplicable about the connection she already felt with him. She was desperate for him, in a way she had never been before. In fact, just thinking of it made her cheeks hot.

“Anya,” Hytham whispered warningly.

“Sorry da,” she whispered to him before stepping forward. “Lord Uhtred, it is true you have a man sworn to you named Sihtric, yes?” she asked him.

Many from Raven Clan whispered at the way Anya interrupted her mother. None of their conflicts, if you could even call them that, happened in public. She had always attempted to keep it between them.

“Nidhogg,” Osferth whispered from beside Sihtric. Sihtric punched him in the shoulder, only hard enough to grab his attention. “Ow! It’s her, Sihtric, the one they call The Harbinger of the End.”

“Do not call her that, for your sake,” he muttered, glaring at Osferth in such a way to keep him quiet.

Uhtred, who had heard Osferth, raised an eyebrow. “I do, lady.”

“Bring him forward. Valka, if you will,” she said, looking to Valka.

Sihtric moved to stand beside Uhtred. His eyes looked to Anya, who looked back. Neither of them could look away.

Hytham, suddenly, stepped in front of Anya. He broke their eye contact, Anya looking to Hytham panicked.

“Your father,” Hytham said darkly. “He was Kjartan, yes?”

Anya felt a chill run down her spine. It was years ago, before she had ever even left. Hytham had gone on a mission to gain information on Kjartan’s connection to Sigurd’s disappearance. Kjartan had been involved in the Order of the Ancients, those who sought to convert people to fight for the Christian God, especially if they took the trial and initially survived.

Before Sihtric could speak, Anya stepped around Hytham.

“The men under Uhtred of Bebbanburg are under my protection,” she said to her mother and father, to her people. “None are to touch a hair of them.”

“Anya, he killed Ubba. And that boy,” Hytham said angrily, glaring at Sihtric. “Do you understand what his father would have done to our people? To you? And you think he is not the same way?”

“They are under my protection,” she repeated. This time her words were louder, firmer. “Crimes of the father should not be punishable to the son. And Uhtred is just as much a victim of Kjartan’s crimes as anyone in Raven Clan, does his opinion not matter?”

“Uhtred has to answer for his own crimes, until then his opinion on other matters does not carry weight,” Eivor told her.

“It is a death from years ago, the matter is at rest. Ubba Ragnarsson died as he prepared to assault Wessex, it does not matter who swung the blade! He, Kjartan, Kjotve, they are dead because they were fools who thought more with their cocks than with their brains. Whose lust for power greatly outpaced their ability to wield it,” Anya told her mother. “And if I am to accomplish my destiny, Uhtred and his men are to be my men. Sihtric is to be at my side.”

Anya turned to look at both Uhtred and Sihtric, then to the group behind them. There was maybe one person there who was her age, not including the blonde woman who looked on in amusement.

“Since it matters so much, tell us of what happened,” Anya said. She stepped closer to Uhtred, dropping her voice low. “Do not make me regret this, Uhtred of Bebbanburg.”

It was the only time she had ever fought against her parents so hard. In truth, it was the only she had ever argued against Hytham at all. None of them, Anya included, knew how to proceed.

“When my father, Earl Ragnar, was murdered by Kjartan, I went to Ubba for help avenging him. He denied me in favor of lies spun by Kjartan. He swore to me he would kill me, take my head. Until he finally challenged me to a holmgang, in which I stood the victor. Despite his constant threats and turning his back on his duty to avenge my father, I allowed him Valhalla” he said loudly.

Eivor stared at Uhtred. She had fought along Ragnar the Fearless, years and years ago. He had been a good, honorable man. And she remembered Uhtred when he was younger, too. When he was but a boy who thought too much of desire and didn’t understand what a leader truly was. Even so, she could see he had changed. The weight of his destiny had morphed him into a decent leader.

“Valka,” Anya said, not giving anyone the chance to respond to Uhtred’s words. “Is Sihtric the man you saw in your visions?” she asked the Seer.

Valka stepped closer. Sihtric watched as she looked him over time and again. Something about how she held herself assured him that she was a truthful woman. She was the opposite of Skade. Her darker hair, the tattoos she had extended further across her body, her jewelry made of metal and bones. A true and proper wise woman, not a witch.

Valka’s face flickered with something Sihtric could not recognize. But he did not move. He stood still, tall and firm. Unmovable.

“Yes, Honor-Bound. He is the man you need to accomplish a united England,” she said, smirking slightly at Sihtric before turning to face the Raven Clan.

Eivor looked at Valka. Valka nodded to Eivor. It was a small, nearly unnoticeable to anyone. Certainly to Anya and Sihtric, who looked at each other as though they were already in love. Aemond was too focused on Anya, as always, to notice anything else. Even Hytham did not notice.

Uhtred still looked at Eivor. She was who decided what happened next. They both knew that.

“What did you come here for, Uhtred?” she asked him.

“My father spoke highly of you. I merely sought alliance, shelter for a night or two at least,” he told her.

“My daughter’s fate seems to be intertwined with your man’s. It is that, and the respect I bore your father, that lends to my reasoning. Swear an oath to my daughter, to her cause,” Eivor told him, “and you will be given a chance to prove yourself.”

“And her cause?” he asked.

“Alfred of Wessex will be dead in seven years time. Valka has seen it. And she has seen that Anya will be the one to take Wessex, and unite England under Danelaw. She is to be the Champion of Asgard,” Eivor announced to the whole hall.

She had been waiting for the right moment to tell all of Raven Clan. This was not something that needed to be announced until all the pieces were in place. And now, according to Valka, they were.

Uhtred looked to Skade. He brought his men here because she swore to him his destiny would be found in Ravensthorpe. And then she nodded to him, wordlessly telling him his destiny truly started here.

So, then he looked to Anya. This girl was younger than any of his fighters. Yet, he knew of her already. She followed in the footsteps of her mother, being a near unstoppable force if rumors were to be believed. She scared Saxons, and many Danes themselves felt a respect for her that went past her mother’s name.

“My sword and my men are yours,” he told Anya.

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It Only Hurts This Much Right Now, What Was I Thinking The Whole Time?

This is the second prompt I do for @emilyhufflepufftlk 500 Followers Challenge. This prompt was Midnights and it is about Athelstan and how he looks back on his mistakes and hopes that his brother does not make the same ones.

Filled with angst and characters deaths so, be aware. Read here on A03.

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Athelstan leaned against one of the four posts of his bed and closed his eyes. He could hear the murmurs outside his chamber and wished for them to stop.

He was dying, he was well aware of that. He did not need to hear the whispers of the other men to know that.

“Brother,” he heard the door open and his half brother, Edmund walked into the chamber, “you should be resting.”

Athelstan opened his eyes and looked at the younger man. He blinked and for a moment, it was not Edmund in front of him but Aelfweard. He closed his eyes and cursed.

“Athelstan?” Edmund asked as he stepped closer to his brother, his king. Athelstan felt his arm come around him. “Are you all right?”

“Do you think I will be allowed to enter Heaven?” he asked Edmund. He opened his eyes and looked at the younger man, the man that he had promised his throne to.

“I do,” Edmund said softly. “You will be in Heaven with Father and your mother.”

Athelstan did not know what to say to that. His mother. A woman he had met exactly once in his life, that he had barely spent an afternoon with. No, when he thought of his mother, the face of Ingrith rose to his mind. Yes, she had come into his life later, but she had been there for him, tending to his wounds in training, taking care of him when he fell ill and just being there along with Sig, Sihtric's wife, to provide him with motherly love and care to balance the bawdiness of the men around him. He closed his eyes and felt tears come.

Ingrith.

He had gotten her killed.

Aldhelm.

He had killed him outright; had claimed that Aldhelm had turned his back on him and the kingdom.

“I have done so many horrible things,” Athelstan whispered. “I have hurt those who I claimed to love. Those that called me family.”

Edmund sighed. “Let's get you back into the bed. You will be more comfortable there.”

Athelstan chuckled. “Yes, one needs to be comfortable to die.”

“You are not going to die.”

Athelstan snorted. “Have you not heard those men out there? To them I already dead and buried.”

Edmund wrapped his arm around Athelstan's waist and pulled him around towards the side of the bed. “Yes, well, let them speak of things they do not know. You were raised by Uhtred of Bebbanburg. And that man spent years cheating death. I am sure some of that rubbed off on you.”

Athelstan sat on the side of the bed. Uhtred. His name made the memories float to the front of his mind. He had so many happy memories of being a little bastard boy monk who Uhtred had taken to Rumcofa and raised. Laughing with Finan, Sihtric, and Osferth. Learning how to be a warrior with those same men as Uhtred loomed over and watched sometimes before joining in on the teaching.

But now those moments were tainted by how it had all ended.

He had gotten Uhtred killed in a battle that would never had happened if Athelstan had stayed true to what Uhtred, Finan, Sihtric, and Osferth had taught him all those years before.

But instead he had allowed the love he felt for Ingilmundr to cloud his judgement. He had allowed Ingilmundr to become his judgement; only trusting him and no one else.

“I got Uhtred killed,” Athelstan said as he looked at Edmund.

Edmund looked at him. “Uhtred was an old man, Athelstan. He rode into battle and he knew the cost. He was a warrior. You did not kill him.”

“I did. My choices cut him down as much as those swords and axes did.”

Edmund sighed. “You are being dramatic again.”

Athelstan grabbed his brother's face with his hands. He held his cheeks and looked deep into Edmund's eyes. “I am not being dramatic, brother. I got the man who had raised me killed. It is why Sihtric and Finan do not speak to me anymore. And I killed Aldhelm for nothing. No, worse,” Athelstan said, “I killed Aldhelm because my lover told me too.”

Edmund placed his hands over Athelstan's. “I sent a message to Sihtric, Finan, and Osbert. They will be here soon. I told them you were sick and wished to have them at your side.”

Athelstan shook his head. “They will not come.”

“They will come,” Edmund stated firmly. “Anything for Athelstan,” he repeated the words that he had heard Sihtric and Finan say.

Athelstan looked at his brother, his heir. “You will need their support,” he said carefully. He nodded towards the door to his chamber. “Those men out there wish to use you for their own gains. You need to have men you can trust around you,” tears came to his eyes. “Trust only Sihtric, Finan, and Osbert. No one else.”

Do not make my mistake. Do not believe that there is someone out there who will love you for you and not for the power and the crown you carry. Please, Edmund, do not make my mistake, Athelstan thought but did not say. He could not speak those words out loud. Still.

“I will trust them, Athelstan,” Edmund said so carefully. He patted Athelstan's cheek. “I promise, brother, I will continue to build on the kingdom you have. I will continue to unite the lands in your honour.”

Athelstan nodded. He allowed Edmund to help him lay in bed. He stared up at the canopy on his bed; the same bed his father had slept in, the same bed his grandfather had slept in. A bed fit for a king or so everyone had told him. He pretended to believe them even though he knew that here in Gloucester the bed he slept in could not possibly have belonged to his grandfather and father. But the men said it anyway; as if to remind themselves that Athelstan was in fact the son and grandson of great kings.

And not the bastard he had been called for so many years.

“I wish to be buried in Malmesbury Abbey,” he told Edmund. He turned and looked at his brother. “I need to be buried there.”

Edmund looked at him confused. “But should you not be buried at Winchester?”

Athelstan shook his head. “No,” he said softly. “Winchester was never my home. It never wanted me until it had no choice but to have me.”

It was only part of the truth. The other part was that Malmesbury Abbey was the site of devotion for Saint Aldhelm. Ever since he had ordered Aldhelm's death in Mercia, Athelstan had prayed and prayed hard the seventh century saint. He had need absolution of that misdeed. He still did not feel he got it though.

He still felt the weight of the guilt on his shoulders. It pulled him down always; he knew it was why he was so sick and dying so soon after being crowned.

“My home was Rumcofa,” he said softly as he closed his eyes. “It was four warriors, well,” he smiled, “three warriors and a former monk. Osferth,” he whispered the name so softly. It had been years since the man's death but Athelstan still remembered him. His bastard born uncle, who had loved him and cared for him far more than his father, Edward ever had. “I use to bounce from each of their homes in those years. Sihtric's felt the most like a home though. He had a wife, children, he treated me like a son,” he sighed.

“Cause you were one,” he heard Sihtric's voice by the door.

“You cannot disturb the King,” one of the men said.

“We can disturb him all we like,” Finan's Irish brogue echoed. “And ya should respect ya elders, should ya not?”

Athelstan chuckled. “Finan,” he said. “Sihtric.”

“Osbert is here as well,” Sihtric said. Athelstan turned and watched as the two warriors, there had been four once upon a time, four men walking across Mercia with children protecting them from harm, four men standing between an occupied Winchester and the ruination of everything Alfred the Great had built, four men that Athelstan had believed would live forever, walked towards him. Edmund stood from the side of the bed and Athelstan barely heard him mutter something about going to see Osbert and making sure Athelstan's wishes were followed, before his brother was out the door and it was closing behind him.

“What did ya say to scare the boy off?” Finan asked as he walked closer to the bed with Sihtric.

Athelstan sighed and shrugged. “I told him not to make my mistakes,” he whispered.

“And what mistakes were those, bastard?” Sihtric asked smirking. He took Athelstan's hand and held it tight.

Athelstan held Sihtric's hand. Memories flooded him of holding Sihtric's hand years before as the Dane warrior had pulled him up to stand after a training session, of Sihtric holding his hand and yanking him closer in a hug when they had been celebrating Yule or a victory on a raid.

“I got Uhtred killed, Ingrith,” he swallowed the pain that saying both those names brought to the surface, “I almost lost everything my father and grandfather had built and-.”

“Stop,” Finan said softly. Athelstan felt his hand on his shoulder. He turned and looked at the Irish warrior. “We never blamed ya for that and we never will. And ya know that Uhtred would not want ya blaming yourself. It was about time that stubborn bastard died anyway,” Finan added with a smirk.

Athelstan laughed at that. He coughed afterwards and felt pain echo in his body. He looked at Sihtric and Finan and saw the concerned looks on their faces.

“When I was a boy, all I wanted was to have a mother and father. And then I met my father and found out he was the King, and before I could even hope to love him, he sent me away with my grandmother and then again with Uhtred,” Athelstan whispered.

“Edward did it to protect ya,” Finan whispered. “Winchester was not safe for ya.”

Athelstan nodded. “It wasn't but I would get so angry that I had been sent away to be raised without him but now,” he looked at Sihtric and Finan, “I realize I was lucky. I had not just one father but four, raising me and seeing that I succeed and became King. You taught me everything I needed to know and I am sorry that I did not listen to those teachings when it mattered that I allowed myself to love and-.”

“Stop,” Sihtric said carefully and quietly. “We do not need your apologies. We are here to see you through this as we have seen you through every other battle in your life,” he squeezed Athelstan's hand. “Our bastard needed us and so we came.”

“Like we always will,” Finan added.

Athelstan closed his eyes. “I do not wish for Edmund to make my mistakes. I wish for him to be the King I was not.”

He felt Finan's hand tighten on his shoulder. “Ya were a great King, bastard. Ya will be remembered for being the King that united all of England. Ya brought your grandfather's dream to life. Ya made no mistakes.”

Athelstan shook his head. “Only a father would tell his son that starting a war was not a mistake,” he muttered.

“Finan was getting fat and napping too much,” Sihtric answered. “He needed some excitement,” Sihtric leaned in closer, “even if he did fall asleep while claiming Aegelesburg for you,” he added.

“I did not fall asleep. Stop telling everyone I fell asleep,” Finan said.

“I am only speaking the truth.”

“Ya are speaking lies.”

Athelstan smiled. He opened his eyes and looked at them. “I love you both,” he whispered. “I should have said it more when I was growing up. I should have told Osferth and Uhtred more as well.”

He saw Finan and Sihtric look at him with tears in their eyes. “They knew,” Sihtric whispered. “They knew you loved them.”

“Aye,” Finan added. “And ya can tell baby monk when ya see him again in Heaven,” he said carefully, as if he spoke Osferth's name out loud, he would shatter.

“I will,” Athelstan whispered softly. “I will tell him.”

His eyes felt heavy as he looked at the two men who had outlived his grandfather, father, and now him. They would see yet another King crowned, his brother, and hopefully they would help guide Edmund to make the right choices and decisions.

He closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

In the early hours of the morning, Athelstan, the King who United England, died.

By his bed, were two warriors, his fathers, who mourned him harder than all of the lands combined.

[alexagirlie]

September Song Challenge

Day 9: a song title that has 3 words

In the Dark by Flyleaf Fandom: The Last Kingdom Rating: E (ish) Uhtred/Sihtric tags/warnings: sex. not nice Uhtred. assassin Sithric. one sided love.

Sihtric threw his head back and gasped as Uhtred drove his cock inside Sihtric over and over again. Each thrust slamming into the sweet bundle of nerves that made him see stars and pushed the air from his lungs and brought him careening over the edge of oblivion with a scream.

The lord did not slow or even change how hard he was slamming into Sihtric but kept going. Past the point of pleasure and comfort, chasing his own release until Sihtric had to bite down on his shoulder to hide his whimper. Luckily that jolt of pain was what did it for Uhtred and he finally painted Sihtrics insides white with thick ropes of his cum. It was hot and sticky leaking out of his stretched out hole as Uhtred pulled his spent cock out.

Uhtred collapsed to Sihtric’s left and they laid there panting for a few minutes before his lord raised himself up on his elbows and reached out to tendering stroke Sihtric cheeks and croons. "I need you to kill someone for me. Can you do that for me, pet?"

Sihtric was still recouvering from the overstimulation and was floating from the strength of his own release and couldn't form an answer.

Uhtred grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled tight, Sihtric head jerking to the side with the force of it. "You will be a good boy for me won't you, Sihtric?"

The pain helped Sihtric clear his head and focus on what Uhtred was telling him. He nodded as hard as he could, ignoring how the motion pulled on his scalp. "Yes lord."

Uhtred smiled down at him and released the grip he had on Sihtric hair. The hand smoothing down his cheek in a caress Sihtric couldn't help but lean into. "I need you to sneak into Beomfleot and kill Aefleflead."

Sihtric blinked up at Uhtred in stunned confusion, he wanted Sihtric to kill Alfred's daughter? "Lord?"

Uhtred kissed Sihtric, so deep and devouring that the young man's mind went blank and all he could do was hold on as his lord's tongue filled his mouth and stole the breath from his lungs.

When they separated, Uhtred pressed his forehead against Sihtrics and held his gaze as he explained. "Alfred will never leave his daughter in the hands of heathens but I cannot allow him to pay the ransom" It was left unspoken that this was Uhtred's idea and Uhtred's orders alone. If Sihtric is caught then he will receive no mercy, from the brothers or from Wessex.

He licked his lips slowly. "I understand Lord."

Uhtred pulled away and collapsed onto his back against the furs. "You will leave right away." 

The dismissal was clear in his voice and Sihtric was quick to obey. "Yes lord." He quickly pulled his clothes back on, ignoring the mess of cum leaking down his thighs and set out for the stables. He knew that right away meant now and did not leave time for him to get cleaned up.

He stopped in his room long enough to pull on a thicker tunic and his armour and grabbed his saddle bag. He always kept a few changes of clothes, some spare coins and his medical supplies packed in case he needed to leave quickly.

He kept to the shadows as he made his way through the hall and out into the night, heading to the stables. As good as he was though he still was unsurprised when a familiar accented voice spoke from behind him as he laid the saddle on his horse.

"He sending you off again?"

Sihtric nodded but didn't turn to acknowledge Finan or provide any additional details about what his latest mission entailed. He had learned to not share much with the Irishman about his missions. He was too good hearted for the kind of work Uhtred required of Sihtric and would question every detail. He still would even without Sihtric telling him anything but there was less for him to criticize if he didn't know everything.

Sihtric could almost picture the look on Finan's face as he heard the man's sigh. "Why do you keep doing this? I can see how it weighs on you." Sihtric really didn't deserve this man's friendship.

"He is my lord and I have sworn to obey him." Even to Sihtric the words sounded flat and without conviction. Obligation sat heavy in his chest, he owed Uhtred everything and he used to be able to pretend better than this.

"He doesn't love you."

Sihtric flinched away from the soft words and scowled at the other man, turning to face him. "I just have to prove my worth."

"Sihtric…."

Sihtric was done listening and he mounted his horse and kicked off before the other man had a chance to say any more. He doesn't want to hear it. Doesn't need to hear the truth he knows deep down in his gut.

Uhtred doesn’t love him. Uhtred will never love him. His lord was just using him and his skills to get what he wanted.

But that was okay.

Sihtric was used to just being a tool wielded by those better than him. Used to staying in the dark, traveling through shadows and being unseen. He was good at it and besides he didn't like being in the light anyways.

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Petra Thorimsdottir

Name: Petra Thorimsdottir

Nicknames:

Age: 21

Sexuality: Straight

Appearance/Faceclaim: Poppy Drayton

Personality: Petra is a kind person and sweet, but she is also terribly stubborn, something that often got her in trouble when she was a child. Whenever someone doubts her, or says she cannot do something she must prove them wrong and often doesn’t stop until she does. When she was only nine she broke her arm after her brothers friend said she could not climb a tree in her dress, and beat him in the climbing. Petra happily challenged the boy and climbed the tree far more easily and quickly than him. Although the branch was holding onto broke and she fell, breaking her arm. Like her mother, Petra trained as shield-maiden from a young age and quickly progress in skill, soon earning a small name for herself.

Petra believes in the Norse gods, of her people, as does all her family, although she holds no predjuce against those who have another faith. Although she does take offense when other try to push their own faith on her, or others who do not share the same faith. She is also fiercely protective of those she loves, and would do anything for them. While her brother was raised to rule as Earl, Petra was raised as much the same, to be his general, and to help him succeed, and pick up the torch if needed.

Family:

Father: Thorim the Bloodless (Deceased)

Mother: Ingrid the Bold (Deceased)

Older brother: Thorik the Grey

Younger sister: Alette

History: Petra and her family originally come from Oslo Norway. Her uncle Fernin still resides in Oslo as powerful Earl Petra’s father, Thorim, the second son came to England to make a life there in the Dane law. Thorim quickly became a prominent earl, and earned his title the Bloodless for he was a powerful negotiator, he was a fair man and would always try to finish conflicts with talk and not go to battle. But when battle was the only way he did not shy away and earned reputation as a great warrior when he was quite young. Until he left for England Thorim was his older brothers general. He married the shield-maiden and Earl in her own right Ingrid when he was 19 and was never with another woman. The two came to the England together and set up their Earldom themselves.

The two had three children, Thorik, Petra and Alette. Thorik was much like his father, but had a more daring side, whereas Thorim was always more calculated and calm. Thorik was a rather crazy child and fathered several children on multiple women. Despite his wildness, Thorik always had a sense of duty and wanting to do right by the people of the earldom he would one day inherit. Thorik is skilled with a sword, and a spear, although he battle he often uses a sword, in hand to hand combat he chooses the spear. He is also very protective of his younger sisters.

The three children all had a good childhood, filled with adventure and safety. Thorik was 14 the first time he followed his father in battle and Petra was 15, having been trained by her mother since she was a small child.

Both Thorim the Bloodness, and Ingrid the Bold perished in a battle against Kjartan. Thorim had driven the brothers from his lands but the battle had cost himself and his wife their lives. After that the Earldom passed to Thorik, and he took up a hunt after Kjartan, killing many of his men and driving the brothers from the shores. But he left it at that and returned to build up his lands. The three siblings know that the brothers still live and when they come to England and made trouble they begin to plan. When the brothers kidnap the princess, and takes her to Dunholm to build their army, Petra goes under guise to pledge warriors to the brothers, but in the end helps Uhtred and his warriors to free the princess and take down Kjartan’s forces. After that she decides to stay with Uhtred and his company.

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Beltane, Part 3

Warnings under the cut. TLK crew smut.

Thanks so much to the lovely @alexagirlie for beta-reading, you inspire my dirty mind ;)

Warnings: Mature. Sexual themes. Minors DNI. Small plot. Group sex, Cuckold, anal sex, m/m, f/f, m/f, threesome/foursome, oral sex m receiving and f receiving.

1 year later.

As the air of Spring graced the village of Coccham, it seemed impossible for Finan not to think about the upcoming holiday. What the others didn’t know is that Finan had been completely converted; he could barely contain his excitement for the upcoming celebration, and the evening thereafter. The year thus far had been full of strife, and the men had traveled several months out of the year which made the holiday return to Coccham fairly quickly which was much needed after a brutal winter filled with harsh battles. When the men returned to Coccham, Finan couldn’t help but steal glances at his Lord’s beautiful Danish wife, impure thoughts plaguing his mind as he watched her from afar. She would be his first conquest this year. 

Gisela made it clear that she wanted him too by her body language - always bending over right in front of him, giving him a smirk with her soft lips, and eyeing him when he was least expecting it. Finan couldn’t wait until he could run his hands over her body and make her scream his name. He barely noticed that Sihtric and Sigdeflaed secretly admired him, Sihtric biting his lip whenever he saw Finan shirtless and the couple whispering dirty secrets and giggling to each other about Finan when he wasn’t paying attention. Uhtred held his ground most of the year, maintaining his normal self most of the time but steadfast in his desire to take the men as he wanted. It was challenging during long journeys when he was especially aroused, fighting the urge to fuck Finan, Sihtric, Osferth, or all three of the men in the middle of the night out in the wilderness.

The celebrations of the evening ensued with a large bonfire and plenty of ale, and the Coccham crew made a comfortable spot in the soft grasses, all joking and laughing with each other as the ale lifted their spirits. Uhtred was already confidently stalking around the others, and he stopped at Sihtric, who had Sigdeflaed in his lap, and she giggled when Uhtred grabbed Sihtric’s chin and ghosted his lips over his. “Sihtric,” he started, holding his chin firmly, “I want you first.” Uhtred whispered, simultaneously running his hand over Sig’s arse as he looked at Sihtric with dark eyes and a smirk. Sig got up from Sihtric’s lap to allow Uhtred to close in on her husband, who was then captured in Uhtred’s dominant kiss, causing Sihtric to let out a soft moan. The festivities had begun.

The others watched with raising heartbeats as Uhtred tore off Sihtric’s clothing viciously, grabbing his hard cock in his hand as Sihtric whimpered.

“Sihtric, are you going to let him have you all to himself?” Gisela giggled.

“He’s mine tonight. Aren’t you, Sihtric?” Uhtred answered for him with a chuckle, stroking Sihtric’s cock firmer and then grabbing his hip roughly. 

“Y-yes, Lord,” he replied, Uhtred bringing his hand up to grip his half-shaven, curly hair before standing and gesturing Sihtric onto his knees somewhat roughly.

“Yes what?” Uhtred demanded.

“I-I’m yours, Lord,”

“Good boy,” Uhtred chuckled, leaning down to kiss him again and entering his mouth with his tongue.

Gisela came over to gesture herself behind Sihtric, caressing his back with her hands and whispering in his ear. “You want him to fuck you, my love?”

“…Y-Yes lady,” Sihtric said before Uhtred put his thumb in Sihtric’s mouth, and Sihtric sucked it with a whimper.

“Is that what you want, boy? Tell me.” Uhtred demanded.

“Yes! Lord, please...”

“Beg for me, Sihtric.” Uhtred said sternly, holding his chin.

“Please fuck me, Lord…”

Uhtred grabbed Sihtric’s throat, giving him a grin as he looked down at him. “Let me fuck your pretty mouth and I’ll give you what you want.”

Uhtred started slowly by placing his cock on Sihtric’s tongue, allowing Sihtric to circle his tongue around the crown of his cock and suck at the tip. He moaned on Uhtred’s cock when Gisela knelt down to suck his own cock, already rock hard and dripping with precum. After several minutes of letting Sihtric take his cock at his own pace, Uhtred grabbed Sihtric’s face to fuck his mouth until he gagged, and Sihtric was already teetering toward the edge from Gisela’s wet ministrations down below. Uhtred released him right at the last second and grabbed Sihtric up to turn him around on all fours, chuckling darkly as he noticed how flushed Sihtric was. Uhtred coated his fingers with sensual oil before teasing and prodding at Sihtric’s tight entrance, slowly getting him ready for his cock. When he entered him with two fingers, Sihtric was already a whimpering mess beneath him, his hips shaking and abdominals twitching. The others had been watching the scene before them, their nerves now on fire and ready to participate in the festivities as eagerly as Uhtred. Everyone watched as their Lord slowly pushed his large cock into Sihtric’s entrance, filling him completely before setting his pace.

“Oh, fuck! Uhtred…oh gods,” Sihtric moaned as Uhtred fucked him, his pace becoming firm as he brought his hips down to Sihtric’s with deep thrusts.

Uhtred groaned, almost growling as he grabbed Sihtric’s long hair, using it to gesture him up and pull him flush against him. Uhtred took one arm across Sihtric’s torso to hold him tight, the other coming down so Uhtred could grip and stroke at his cock while he fucked him.

Gisela looked to Finan, giving him a knowingly mischievous grin. Finan shifted in his seat as he licked his lips and returned her gaze with a sweet smile. He watched intently as Gisela came over to Sigdeflaed and they began to kiss and tease each other; Gisela kept her sight on Finan as the girls undressed each other, their hands running over each other’s naked bodies and Gisela bowing down to suck at the hard peaks of Sig’s breasts, causing her to moan. The sight gave Finan a certain arousal that he had never experienced. He had to have them both.

“Do you like what you see, Irishman?” Gisela chuckled.

“Mm,” Finan hummed as he walked closer, “I do, lady. How would ya like to sit on my lap for a while?”

“Mm, I would do anything to have your cock inside me again.” Gisela giggled and Finan raised his brows in surprise of her blunt response as Gisela pulled Sig along with her to Finan. 

“Hi, pretty girl,” Finan said to Sigdeflaed as she came closer, blushing slightly as he gazed at Sig’s undressed state up close for the first time. “Is it alright with your husband if ya stay with me for a while?”

Sig nodded as she licked her lips, eyeing Finan’s impressive physique and his many scars. “Yes, Lord, I already asked his permission.”

“Mm, good... C’mere, darling.” Finan said as he grabbed Sig’s wrist gently, pulling her close and into a soft, wet kiss.

Finan broke from Sig’s kiss to wrap his arms around Gisela’s waist as she giggled, pulling her close and allowing her to feel his throbbing cock against her belly before she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. Gisela felt somewhat territorial of Finan, wanting him to fuck her first. She had waited all year for this.

Gisela unlaced Finan’s trousers swiftly, and grabbed Sigdeflaed’s hand to bring her down with her, both of them now on their knees and stroking Finan’s thighs in his seated position.

Sihtric was far gone now in an overwhelmingly pleasured state as Uhtred fucked him relentlessly.

“Uhtred!” Sihtric moaned and panted, “..P-please don’t stop, you’re going to make me cum…”

“Oh, my good boy wants to cum, hm?” Uhtred growled.

“Y-Yes! … Lord please! Fuck me...”

“You love taking this cock, don’t you?” Uhtred whispered to his ear with a smirk.

“Yes, lord! Please make me cum…”

“Good boy,” Uhtred chuckled, continuing his ministrations to Sihtric’s cock as he fucked him from behind with a firm pace until the young Dane completely fell apart with a strong moan, his hips shaking and whimpering helplessly as he came strongly on Uhtred’s hand. 

Gisela and Sig attended to Finan’s every whim, sharing his cock between their mouths and giving wet kisses to his thighs as he let out soft moans of pleasure for them and caressed their faces with his rough hands, entangling in their hair when they took turns deepthroating his cock.

The women dragged Finan over to a blanket on the ground, and before leaning back he grabbed Gisela up to bring her wet core to his face as she giggled in surprise, letting her sit upon his lips. Sig took it upon herself to continue to tease at Finan’s cock, admiring his firm abdominal muscles with her hands and his perfect cock with her mouth.

“Gods…Finan, yes!” Gisela moaned as her hips shook, her core clenching on itself as Finan made her cum with his tongue, right on his mouth. He was dangerously close to cumming in Sig’s mouth, so he softly lifted Gisela up to place her on her back, ready to take her.

“Such a ladies man,” Uhtred chuckled as he glanced at Finan and the girls, Sihtric nodding in agreement as he left to join his wife and the others.

“Sihtric, you better make sure your wife is ready for this…” Gisela said before gasping as she sank down on Finan’s cock to ride him.

“Oh, lady, it would be my pleasure.” Sihtric said with a wink and a smirk at Sig, placing her in the perfect position for his mouth. He would most definitely make sure she was wet and ready.

Uhtred had another conquest in mind and licked his lips as he glanced over to him - The forbidden baby monk. He stalked over to him and witnessed the redness come across Osferth’s cheeks, his hands clasped together in front of him and gaze fixated on the ground as Uhtred circled him. He would be gentle with him - for now.

Gisela grinded her hips against Finan, smirking at his flushed and pleasured state; his soft moans and completely blissed out state with his eyes half open and his lips slightly parted.

She felt him so deep and rolled her hips so that his cock would brush against the perfect spot deep inside her core, causing a heat to rise in her chest and cheeks as she came closer to her peak once again. 

“Oh Jesus,” Finan muttered, his brows furrowing with a moan as Gisela increased her pace, “That’s it, sweetheart…fuck!!” 

“Cum for me, my love.” Gisela whispered to Finan’s ear as she kissed and nibbled at his neck and jawline, feeling his body tense underneath her. 

“N-no, you have to get off of me,” Finan panted with a light chuckle, barely able to hold his orgasm back any longer. He would throw her off if needed.

“Inside me. Now,” Gisela commanded as she held her forehead to his, looking into his deep brown eyes and loving the sight of Finan falling apart for her, “Trust me,” she added with a wink, and Finan obliged by letting her hold him deep inside of her as he came, Gisela’s peak only seconds behind him.

Uhtred had gently undressed Osferth and ran his rough hands over his body softly as they kissed back and forth, a light wash of redness evident on Osferth’s pale chest. Uhtred sat him down, positioning himself between Osferth’s legs and making sure to ask him for clear consent, which Osferth agreed with, before taking the baby monk’s cock in his mouth. He wanted to ravage him, but Osferth was special and Uhtred wouldn’t take it too far. Osferth let out soft moans at Uhtred’s ministrations, closing his eyes tightly.

“Look at me,” Uhtred commanded, “Do you want me to stop?”

“N-no! No, Lord..” Osferth stuttered, his cock growing harder in Uhtred’s mouth, signaling that he was close.

“Look at me while I make you cum,” Uhtred commanded with dark eyes, increasing the depth at which he sucked Osferth’s cock and Osferth nodded, whimpering helplessly and slightly bucking his hips into his Lord’s mouth until he uncontrollably came. Finan snickered when he heard Osferth’s moans in the close distance. It was like forbidden fruit to see Osferth in that position.

Sihtric had been attending to Sigdeflaed graciously, making her cum with his mouth and his fingers so that she would be ready for Finan. She sighed as she recovered, and her heartbeat increased rapidly as Finan came to stand over her, offering her his hand. She giggled nervously as she took his hand and he helped her up onto her feet, his dark brown eyes roaming across her petite body.

“Hello again, little dove,” Finan said in his deep brogue, “Come with me, hm?”

Sig nodded and followed Finan back to the soft blanket on the ground, and he pulled her into his lap gently as he sat cross legged, cupping her face with one hand and bowing his head to leave wet kisses on her neck. 

Gisela giggled as she came down to sit next to them, stroking Sigdeflaed’s back softly to try and quell her nervousness. Over the several year span of Beltane in Coccham, Sig had only been with Sihtric and Osferth. Finan was more dominating, or so it seemed, and well endowed.

“Let him take you, Sig. He is such a good lover. Just relax,” Gisela whispered to her.

Finan grinned at Sig and gently cupped her face again, giving her another deep open mouthed kiss before sinking his cock inside her, letting her control the pace as she adjusted.

“Gods, he is so big!!!”

“I told you!” Gisela said with a laugh.

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[morosemagick]

In Sickness & Health | Sihtric x OC One Shot

For my dearest Anon! Wherever you are 🥺🥺

Based off OC from here and here

There comes a time when all warriors must lay their swords to rest.

Though he is certain she does not wish to do so, Sihtrics' wife had promised to rest her blade for good.

Almost losing her was too much. He begged her for the rest of their journey that her days as a shieldmaiden were numbered. It was time for her to return to their family and care for their children. She was determined to keep fighting... But after the stressful Siege of Winchester, Astrid finally agreed.

Not soon after, Uhtred moved them all to Rumcofa.

So perhaps now was the time for blades to be placed down for all of them.

They didn't fight as much as they used to. River raiders would rear their ugly mugs from time to time, but dealing with them was nothing compared to the things they had been through in the last decade. Which meant most of his days were spent without the heavy layers of his armor, and instead in lighter tunics watching the dock with Finan.

When he was not working for his Lord, Sihtric would spend time with his family.

Mainly, his children.

"You can do it, Cynlaef!" His eldest daughter, Siggy, yelled from the sidelines as she cheered for her little brother. 

Cynlaef was his second son, but his first with Astrid. He did not think after all that happened with his first wife that he would get the chance to have these moments ever again. Sihtrics' children were his world, and being able to raise them to be strong and brave was all he ever wanted.

He trained with his sword almost daily, and when he was not training with his father, Cynlaef trained with Lord Uhtred and Aethelstan, the young royal bastard currently in Uhtred's care.

The two boys had become fast friends, which was good in Sihtrics' eyes.

Brotherhood was important, and his son was surrounded by sisters.

"Come on, Cynlaef! Use your strength! Strike Father down!" Siggy cheered and shouted from the sidelines.

"Go Cynlaef!" Randi; his third born, added, copying her older sister's excitement.

Sihtric smirked at his son's annoyance, tired of his sister's voices calling out to him, "Men will use their voices to intimidate or distract you, Cynlaef, you must learn to block out the noises."

But they're so loud, Father!" Cynlaef groaned, standing straight as he let the frustration get the better of him.

Sihtric chuckles, knowing his boy was young and it was harder for him to concentrate. With his training staff resting on his shoulder, Sihtric walks over to Cynlaef and ruffles the boy's hair.

"Your father is right, Cynlaef," Astrid's voice calls out as she approaches them, "Should you find yourself on the field of battle one day you cannot let anything distract you, even sisters."

"Mother!" The children all shout simultaneously as they run to her side, hugging at her legs.

Astrid smiled at her children as they surrounded her. 

She did not think she would ever settle down from her life as a warrior, but Astrid is taking motherhood in strides. Her desires for war and blood have simmered down immensely since moving to Rumcofa, especially after they learned Astrid was pregnant for her fourth and final time.

Another girl, of course, but Sihtric did not mind.

He loved his children all the same.

"How does the healer say you both are fairing?" Sihtric asks his wife as he approaches her, giving her a kiss on the temple and then placing another on his youngest head.

"I am well, as well as Sigrid, here," Astrid smiles at him, looking down at their youngest, "She is a little fighter, this one."

"After all the trouble she gave us, I am not surprised," Sihtric chuckles, taking the baby from Astrid's arms.

They did not think Astrid would be able to conceive again after his wife's near death experience, and when she did they realized quickly this pregnancy would not be like the rest. It was hard, and the baby came sooner than anticipated but in the end, they would both be okay.

And it was all thanks to the healer in town, Asger, and his sister, Ingrith.

"I think Finan fancies her," Astrid spills to her husband with a smirk on her face as they start to return home with the children, and when Sihtric does not respond, she clarifies, "Ingrith? The healer's sister?"

"The Dane?"

Astrid snorts, shaking her head at him, "That is what you remember?"

"I do not pay much mind to other women," Sihtric tells her with a smirk on his face.

His comment gets a laugh from his wife, "As kind as that is, you are allowed friends you know?"

"I have friends-"

"Other than Finan and Osferth, Sihtric," Astrid counters as they walk the street side by side, "Besides if I am right about Finan, we shall be seeing a lot more from Ingrith than my weekly visits to the healer."

Sihtric says nothing more of it. She's right though, he has shut himself off from making friends and does not show as much kindness to strangers as he did in his youth. Before his prior wife broke his heart, he was a much more approachable person.

Now that he and his family are settled in Rumcofa, he should work on being more open again.

"I will try to be more… approachable," Sihtric tells her with a clear of his throat, "if that is what you wish for."

"Simply trying will bring me joy."

The following morning Sihtric awoke to the smells of his wife cooking their family breakfast on the first floor of their home. Whatever she was making smelled incredible, and got him to rise from the bed with haste as he made his way downstairs to find the children playing with toys on the floor.

It is little moments like this that made all the days away from his family… battles fought and blood spilled worth everything.

"Goodmorning, Father," Siggy smiled, being the first to realize he had come down from his room.

"Goodmorning, Siggy," Sihtric smiles back as he passes her, rubbing the girl's head as he heads for his wife, "What are you making?"

"Why? Does it smell like shit?" Astrid asks with a smirk.

"Not at all," Sihtric tells her with a kiss on the cheek, "it smells incredible."

"Well I am no cook like you are, but I do try," Astrid tells her husband, turning to give him a real kiss on his lips.

Just as they connect, a loud repetitive knock is heard at their door.

"Who is it?!" Siggy calls out, being the closest to the entrance of the home.

On the other side, Finan calls back, "Sig, it's me! Open up!"

Siggy rushes to the door and attempts to pull off the bar, only to struggle and need Sihtrics' help, who chuckles as he assists his daughter in lifting it. Once the bar is off, Siggy opens the door and smiles.

"Uncle Finan!"

"Mornin', Sig," Finan tells the girl with a smile, getting a big hug from the girl, "Jesus, Sihtric, this girl weighs more than you do!" 

Siggy laughs as Finan lifts her off the ground with his hug, and to their side, Sihtric simply glares.

"Do not enter my home just to tease my husband, Finan," Astrid scolds from where she cooks, "Or you will be having breakfast elsewhere."

Finan puts Siggy down and flashes Astrid a cheeky smile, "Ya know I only tease out of love, Astrid. This wee twig is the best friend I got-" Sihtric goes to hit Finan for his comment, but he's quick to jump out of the way, and heads to the kitchen to help set the Dane's table for breakfast, "'Sides, I'm in a good mood this mornin'. Don't wanna ruin it by being pummeled by this bastard-"

"Finan!" 

"Language, I know!" Finan puts up his hands to defend himself from Sihtric.

"So what is it that has you in a good mood so early in the day, Finan?" Astrid asks him as she finishes cooking; both men how to help her bring food to the table.

"I am planning on asking Ingrith to marry me," Finan tells them both, to Astrid and Sihtric's surprise.

Astrid shoots Finan an excited smile while Sihtric looks confused, "You're in love with her? Ingrith?"

"I am."

"And she knows this?"

To this, Finan does not answer, making Astrid and Sihtric breakout into heavy laughter. The kids settle at the table, confused about what brought on their parents' reactions as Finan glares at them with an annoyed look on his face.

"Not funny, Sihtric-"

"Does Ingrith even know you exist?" Sihtric questions the Irishman as he sits down between Cynlaef and Randi.

"We've talked... in passing- forget it, I am not explain' myself to the likes of you!!"

"What have I done!?"

"Enough teasing him, Sihtric," Astrid tells her husband, playfully swatting at his shoulder, "Or have you forgotten there was once a time where you also had forgotten how to talk with a woman."

"Father did not know how to speak to women?" Siggy questions, the child trying to follow along with what her parents were going on about.

Astrid glanced in Sihtric's direction, and the usually stoic Dane threw her a smile. Once upon a time, when they were younger, more reckless fighters, Astrid was a follower of Bloodhair but realized with haste that her lord was a coward and would never bring his warrior's glory.

Uhtred Ragnarsson, however, was a notorious warrior with plenty of fame to his name.

Dane Killer or not, Uhtred proved himself the man to follow, and Astrid did follow. Helping his man when he came to spy on the mighty Dane camp Bloodhair had formed with the help of Cnut and Brida, and assisting him in the capturing of the seer, Skade.

Ever since Astrid had been by Sihtric's side. It had taken them a while to fall in love, but every moment they shared was always worth it.

"I found my way into your heart," Sihtric clarifies with a shrug, "It simply took time-"

"And harassment..."

"Is that what you need us to do to help you win over Ingrith's heart?" Astrid asks Finan with a smirk, "Harass you?"

Finan gives them both a cheeky smile and then shrugs, "If ya think it'll help."

When breakfast is over, Finan offers to take the kids out of the house and down to the docks while Astrid and Sihtric clean up.

Truthfully, Sihtric thinks he plans on using his children to get women, but if it gets them out of the house then he cannot be bothered to care.

He watches Astrid with careful eyes as she cleans. Always worried she'd overwork herself, or something would happen to her. There is never a moment he isn't worried about his wife. 

In Sihtric's eyes, that's just love.

"Stop stalking me with your eyes, it's creepy," Astrid finally tells him, smirking as she cleans the dishes her family used to eat.

"I am not creepy-"

"You are when you stare and do not use your words," Astrid replies, turning her head to face him, "What's going on in that mind of yours, Sihtric?"

He isn't sure why, but Sihtric cannot help but to spill his question out, "Do I make you happy, Astrid?"

She stops cleaning almost instantly, letting whatever is in her hand drop into the sink as she turns to face her husband, "What gives you the idea that you don't?"

"I don't- I am just asking..." Sihtric shakes his head and looks away, "Forget I asked-"

Astrid wipes her hands on her dress and then reaches out to touch her husband's cheek and smiles, "I do not know what I did for Odin to bless me with such a loving husband, but I thank the Gods every day for finding me worthy of you," She smiles as she closes the gap between them, their bodies near flushed together, "I also will never know why the woman before me broke all the promises she made to you, but know that when I say I will love you no matter what till the end of my days, I mean it. We are bonded, Sihtric, always."

Sihtric nods, pulling Astrid into his arms as he hides his face in her shoulder. Nuzzling his head into her neck and taking a deep breath.

"I know you are a man of few words, dear husband, so let me say it for the both of us," Astrid squeezes him a little tighter and says, "You are my happiness, Sihtric. You provide for me all the things any woman could ever desire. Love. Protection... You are watchful when I am in good health and you hover when I am unwell," Her words make him laugh, her body shaking with his chuckles, "I could not dream of a better man to spend my life with. I love you."

Sihtric lifts his head and stares at Astrid for a few moments, before leaning in and giving her a long, deep kiss. When their lips part, he rests his forehead against hers and smiles, "You always know how to say all the words that spin through my mind. It is why I will love you even beyond my final moment."

Astrid leans forward just enough to rub her nose against his and chuckles, "I know, my love. I know."

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[valhallasubstitute]

Pleasure

Edward x F Reader

The reader teaches Edward a thing or two about pleasure

REQUEST: Can i request a *smut* with Edward from TLK?

Maybe a dane reader that absolute rock his shit like nobody before 😂 she can be Finan Or Sihtric sister maybe?! Thank you!

A/N: Evidently, I don’t think much of the English as lovers lol, I blame my first bf – Tom if you find this, thank you for the inspo. Also, if anyone’s interested in a dom reader then please let me know, I think there’s a real lack and that makes the switch in me v sad

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+. Unprotected sex – it’s the ninth century they have an excuse, you don’t. M!Sub/F!dom undertones, brief female masturbation, male receiving oral

WC: 1654

Tags: @flowers-in-your-hayr @geekandbooknerd @mariaenchanted @solinarimoon

You could honestly say you never expected things to turn out this way.

How many Danes could say they had discussed the boy King’s sex life with him? If you counted yourself then it would be three. Sihtric, your brother, and Uhtred sitting either side of you.  Add in the Irishman that started it all, the baby monk and a vaguely uncomfortable looking Lady of Mercia and the number of people looking unimpressed rises to six.

You sat around the fire; ale pouch being passed between you after another successful battle, but your good spirits were beginning to dwindle as you listen to Edward describe his other conquests.

There were more than you had expected, but you supposed his title and pretty face made it hard for young maidens to deny him. You hadn’t denied yourself the pleasure of admiring him either, long blond curls that grazed his broad shoulders, and light blue eyes, usually set in a frown. You found yourself believing his words before battle, letting his passion seep through you as you lost yourself in the sight of him, arm outstretched with a sword in hand, strong thighs gripping the saddle and a ferocity that one might overlook upon first meeting Edward.

It had the foundations of a fantasy that would have kept you warm.

The conversation moved slowly, Edward relaxing and his words becoming freer. You forced yourself back to the present, preparing yourself to hear another depressing confession.

‘The last was a girl from the camp just outside of Lundon. She was wild.’

‘Wild? Now this I can get behind.’ Finan leaned forward, a new sense of interest washing over him as Edward nodded. You had already heard of the ‘daring’ places Edward had fucked, the palace guest room, the stable, and who could forget his royal tent! Wild, you decided, was something Edward had never come across.

‘She took me out to the woods and laid herself bare before me.’ You watched the interest of the group peak, even your brother raised a brow. ‘She started touching herself.’ He motioned to his chest. ‘I’ve never seen a woman so bold. How is a man meant to control himself?’ Uhtred nodded lightly, taking the ale from a grinning Finan. ‘I laid her on the ground and had my way with her.’

Finan’s face fell. ‘That’s what you call wild? Christ have mercy.’

That was when it hit you. It wasn’t that the King was a bad lover necessarily, it was that none of what he had experience had anything to do with pleasure. Not real pleasure.

‘With respect my Lord, none of your exploits deserve the praise in which you speak of them.’

Aethelflaed’s eyes snapped to you as your words settled over the group. You watched as Edward straightened himself, his hands dusting his thighs before he looked at you. The ease was gone from his denier and for the first time that night you felt like you were speaking to the King of Wessex.

‘How so?’ His voice was calm, interest peeking out from behind his pride.

‘What you have described is the way all Saxon men are. You lie a woman on her back, slip inside – she’ll make a few noises, to hurry you up.’ You shrugged sympathetically. ‘Maybe she is feeling particularly generous, or bored, and will wrap her legs around you, pull you deeper so that she might feel something and coo in your ear a sweet encouragement. It’ll last all of five minutes before you’re lying on your back, satisfied, and she’ll tell how good you were before slipping away. Am I wrong, Aethelflaed?’

All eyes snapped to the Lady of Mercia, the way she looked down and the uncharacteristic blush on her cheeks told everyone everything they needed to know.

‘The thing is, Edward, is that you never had sex for pleasure.’ The King opened his mouth, but you kept going, ignoring the baffled looks from Saxons around you. ‘Only for release and they are not the same.’

Finan was the first to agree. ‘I like the way you think Y/N.’

‘Many men do.’ You stood as you spoke, smiling at your friends but staring pointedly at Edward before retiring to your tent.

It was around an hour later when you sense that you were not alone. In just your tunic you glanced at the dagger at your side before addressing the presence.

‘It’s not very kingly to lurk in the shadows, my lord.’

‘Your words have left an impression.’ The candlelight danced on Edwards features, and you almost missed the reservation in his steps for the soft curve of his mouth. You stood, walking towards him slowly, a small smile encouraging him. ‘After you left, I thought about the things you described, and myself in relation to them. You were right and … and I would like to experience it.’

You could sense his nerves despite the way Edward held your gaze, it was unwavering but as you circled him you noted the way his hands fidgeted behind his back.

‘Experience what my king?’ You stopped in front of him, your chest nearly brushing against his.

‘Pleasure.’

His lips crashed into yours, demanding but soft. You let yourself melt into it, tasting the ale on his tongue before pulling back completely. You laughed as Edward frowned, as a prince he was spoiled, it was clear to see, but you intended to ruin him as a king.

You lead him to the furs of your bed, telling him to sit with a light push on his chest. His eyes were already trained on you but darkened as you removed your clothing, leaving your body exposed. You took delight in how he didn’t know where to look, his eyes darting from your face to your sex with his bottom lip tugged tightly between his teeth.

You let your hands roam around your body, swaying gently till you palmed at your breast, rolling your nipple between your fingers. Your eyes fixated on the growing strain in Edwards breeches as your other hand travelled south, your index finger slipping between your thighs with a gasp.

‘Y/n…’ The sound of your name on his tongue made your stomach flutter, he sounded demanding.

‘Pleasure is the pleasure of your partner.’ You moaned quietly as you slipped another finger into your heat, keeping the pace steady.

‘Show me.’ He sounded desperate.

You took your fingers from between your thighs and brought them to your lips, smiling as Edwards own lips parted in want. You moved towards him slowly, enjoying the growing sweat forming on his forehead and the way he licked his lips.  

He reached for you, but you knelt before him, your hands running up his thighs before you began untying his trousers. He lifted his hips and you focused on ridding him of the fabric before turning your attention to his erection.

It stood proudly before you, the tip red and already leaking precum. You breathed in deeply before pursing your lips and blowing cold air directly onto his member. Edward inhaled deeply, a smile coming to your lips when it jumped in response.

‘You are teasing me.’

‘I am pleasuring you.’ Edward opened his mouth to argue but the words died in his throat. Your lips wrapped around as much of him as you could fit, your hands finding the rest. You bobbed your head once, twice, flattening your tongue as you went down then curling it as you came up. Edward’s left hand bunched in the sheets, grounding himself while his right tangled itself in your hair, his grip creating a delicious burn.

Breathing through your nose you took him as deeply as you could, your throat contracting around him as your vision blurred. The way Edward moaned kept you there for longer than you had any man, quickly finding yourself obsessed with the way his eyes fluttered and his throat bobbed as he tried to hold back the noises. You only stopped when your lungs demanded it.

‘God … Please, Y/n.’

You kissed your way from his balls to his tip, giving it one last lick before kissing up the rest of his body, undoing his shirt as you went. You let your hands roam around the tight muscles of his thighs and abdomen, your tongue following your fingers until you were sat in his lap, your hands tangled in his hair and your lips branding his neck.

‘I want you Y/n.’ You pulled back, lips tingling and bruised, your core brushing against his erection.

‘You want me Edward, but do you desire me?’

‘Yes.’

You smiled at him, the darkness in his eyes and his grip on your hips making you ache. You sunk down on him slowly, enjoying the way he stretched you. You stilled as your hips met his, grinding your clit against his body. The tiny jolts of movement began to pick up speed, Edwards lips discovering the slope of your neck and your hands digging into his shoulders. You wanted it to last forever, to feel the hot ache of him between your legs but you knew he was close. His hips jutted up to meet yours, one of his hands finding its way to your clit as his breath grew heavy in your ear.

His fingers were skilled, rubbing in time to his thrusts while you clawed at his back, your knees beginning to give from beneath you. You came with a call of his name, the tightness in your stomach snapping into white pleasure that washed over your body, wave after wave. Edwards’s pace didn’t slow, and your walls gripped him tightly, convulsing around him until he came with a deep moan. His fingers slowed and both his hands come to rest on your hips. He was smiling.

‘From now on, I think I will always choose pleasure.’

‘A wise choice my lord, I’ll always be happy to comply.’

[mrsalwayswrite]

Lost In You (Hvitserk x Reader)

This is my contribution to @maggiescarborough​ 400 followers writing challenge! Congrats again! 

The scenario I chose was the character asking reader/oc out or the other way around. And because why not, it is a Vikings/The Last Kingdom crossover! 

Also this is my first time writing Hvitserk! Yay! Let me know how I did! 

Warnings: angst, a couple swear words, fluff, bad pick-up lines

Words:5400

Tag List: @youbloodymadgenius​

  "Who is that?" 

 "Mmmm, which one?" Siri asked, openly ogling in the direction your friend, Erika, had gestured. 

 "Oh, those are some of Ubbe's friends from university." Torvi answered, with a glance over her shoulder. "He invited them since he never sees them anymore."

 "Hot damn. The one with the long hair, I'd like to climb him like a tree all night long." Wiggling her blonde eyebrows, Siri laughed at her own joke. 

 Curious now, you peeked over at the three men who were animatedly talking to Ubbe. There was no denying they were all gorgeous in their own ways. Somehow everyone within the social circle of the Lothbroks was beautiful, as if it was some unspoken requirement. These three certainly exceeded that requirement. Glancing around the backyard, you noticed right away that your friends were not the only ones ogling the newcomers. You doubted the men would be leaving alone tonight. 

 One of the three, with long, dark hair pulled back in a man bun and a crooked smile, caught your eyes staring. A warmth rose to your cheeks at the realization you had been caught. Though as his blue eyes held yours, you found yourself unable to look away, entranced by his unrestrained confidence. After an unending second of staring at one another, he sent you a naughty wink. Your eyes darted away at the raw suggestive feel the simple action had. You had no idea that a simple wink could feel so lascivious….and rousing. 

 "Oh gods, did you see that?" Erika asked, giggling like a schoolgirl. "One just winked this way."

 "Pretty sure he was winking at y/n." Torvi teased, nudging your shoulder as she stood next to you on the back deck.  

 "Yeah, no." You countered, fiddling with the label of the beer bottle in your hand. "That was probably towards one of you guys."

 Torvi sighed, pursing her lips at you. "Don't start this again, y/n. You are gorgeous and anyone who says differently is a blind asshole."

 Taking a sip of your beer, you did not bother to reply. Instead you gave Torvi a smile in thanks but kept your own insecurities to yourself. She had heard you more than enough times complain about things you disliked about yourself. Besides, today was not about you. You were supposed to be here having fun and supporting Ubbe and Torvi. 

 Luckily, Torvi started talking about the latest venue she had checked out for her and Ubbe's wedding next year. It was a perfect distraction since she had asked you to be one of her bridesmaids. Your small group talked about the outdoor wedding she wanted and how beautiful the fall colors would look in the pictures. 

 Ubbe's birthday party was in full swing. The mansion he and his brothers lived in was full of Ubbe's friends and other family friends. You had grown up with the Ragnarssons, your mother and Aslaug were close friends. So whenever they decided to hang out, you tagged along to play with the boys. Because of that, you were close to all of them, having spent just as much time at their house as at your own. Over the years, you had grown particularly close to Hvitserk. The two of you just somehow clicked. On more than one occasion, he would sneak over to your house when he needed a break from the strained dynamics of his family, or he could not handle the animosity between Ivar and Sigurd. The two of you spilled secrets in the dark, promising to never tell another. Both of you shared your first kiss under the stars one night, giggling at how grown up you felt. 

 And somewhere along the way, your feelings of friendship turned into something far stronger. 

 Over the following years, your crush on him endured even as you tried to quell it, doing everything in your power to suppress the unwanted feelings. Not because he was a bad guy. No, he was one of the sweetest guys you knew. He was loyal to a fault, always with a kind word, and happily giving suffocating hugs that felt like being embraced by a gooey marshmallow. 

 No, you refused to become another one of the girls that paraded in and out of his bedroom like the revolving door it was. 

 Besides, he never showed any hint of romantic feelings towards you. Usually he introduced you as one of his best friends. Which was just fine with you, he was one of your best friends and you would not trade that for the world. If fate had it planned that the two of you would only remain friends during your lives, you were happy with that. 

 So you did your best to ignore your unrequited feelings, focusing on finding love beyond him. There had been a couple boyfriends but most were scared away when you tried to bring them around the Ragnarssons. Ivar and Bjorn seemed to get particular enjoyment out of not-so-subtly threatening them. Hvitserk just openly glared the whole time, never saying a word of acknowledgement. Only Ubbe and Sigurd feigned being nice, but even that was less than desirable. Pretty quickly you stopped bringing boyfriends around. It was better for all parties if the Ragnarssons were not involved in your love life. What little it did consist of. 

 Suddenly, Erika's whisper-shout silenced the wedding conversation that was still happening around you. "Oh gods, they are coming over here! Shit! Act natural!" 

 "You're the only one freaking out." Torvi deadpanned, with a good-natured roll of her eyes. She looked up and smiled at Ubbe as he approached with his university friends. 

 "This here is my gorgeous fiancée, Torvi!" Ubbe announced, coming around and wrapping his arms around her waist to plant a sweet kiss on her cheek. She leaned back into his chest without a second thought, the action so instinctual. 

 "Aye, I remember you." One of Ubbe's friends, with a thick Irish accent, said. "You was datin' Bjorn when we first met."

 "Oh yeah, I remember that. One of you was super drunk and kept trying to take his pants off to piss in the fountain." She replied with a knowing smile. 

 The Irishman slung an arm around the dark-haired man, who winked in your direction earlier. "That would be Uhtred here! That was certainly a good night."

 The group laughed as Uhtred threw the Irishman's arm off and the two started a mock fist fight, ending with Uhtred putting the Irishman into a headlock. The two broke apart, laughing jovial and pushing one another like little boys. 

 "Right, where are my manners?" Ubbe said, once the two men settled somewhat. He pointed at each person as he named them, but kept his arms around his fiancée. "These guys are Finan, Uhtred and Sihtric, my mates from university. We roomed together in our first year, and the university couldn't separate us after, no matter how hard they tried. The other lovely ladies here are Erika, Siri and Y/n."

 You gave a polite smile when your name was said but dropped your gaze back to the beer in hand, fiddling with the wrapper on it. Uhtred made a point to catch your eye when you looked up, a charming smile on his face that you were sure made women drop their panties in a heartbeat. Even now you could feel his burning gaze on you, like oil gliding across your skin. 

 Soon Finan began sharing stories from back in their university days and some of the trouble they would get in, especially Ubbe, which made everyone laugh and Ubbe try to defend his honor or just hide his face in the crook of Torvi's neck. 

 "What are you thinking about?"

 You startled at the smooth, husky voice whispering in your ear. How Uhtred suddenly snuck up next to you was a little frightening. You pressed your hand over your racing heart, as if that alone would calm it down. "Um, nothing. Just….nothing." You took a sip of your drink to squelch your blabbering, unnerved and more than a little turned-on by the way his breath ghosted over your skin. 

 He raised a mocking brow, a devilish smirk on his lips as if he could somehow sense what his close proximity alone was doing to you. 

 You decided to break the tension. "It's Uhtred, right?"

 "Yes. Uhtred Ragnarsson."

 "Oh no, not another Ragnarsson!" You gasped, pretending to be horrified. 

 He laughed, a beautiful sound that had you swooning a little. Running a hand over the back of his neck, he grinned down at you. "Luckily, from a very different Ragnar. And how do you know Ubbe?"

 "We grew up together."

 "Ah, you're that y/n. I've heard a lot about you."

 "Hopefully all good things."

 "So far…" he leaned in closer, bringing his lips against your ear and setting your nerves alight, ".... but I wouldn't mind learning more about you."

 You swallowed, the low tone and those bedroom eyes made a warmth curl low in your belly. Your answer came out before you even could comprehend a response. "I'd like that."

 His smile grew, even as his face hovered just over yours. "Can I get you another drink?"

 "Please." 

 *****

 "Hvitty, what are you staring at?" Sigurd asked, taking a seat near his brothers. Although he may have been talking to Hvitserk, his gaze remained zeroed in a beautiful brunette nearby and the way she kept coyly glancing at him. 

 "Who is that guy?"

 Sigurd finally turned to look in the direction Hvitserk was glaring. "What guy?"

 "The one sitting with y/n." Hvitserk grumbled, rolling his beer bottle between his hands. 

 "You mean the one that looks like he wants to fuck her all night long?" Ivar said bluntly. His arrogant smirk grew when Hvitserk whipped his head around to give Ivar a withering look. Not that his elder brother's look bothered him, actually amusing him further, so he continued speaking. "Ubbe said he was inviting some university friends. Probably one of them."

 "I don't like him." Hvitserk spat out, returning his glare to you and this university friend of Ubbe's. The two of you were standing with a small group, listening to someone with a thick Irish accent tell some kind of story. Hvitserk gritted his teeth as he watched this friend lean down to whisper in your ear, making you smile and laugh. You tried to smack his chest but the guy caught your hand in the last second and brought it to his lips, planting a soft kiss on your palm while gazing at you with a look that radiated hunger. 

 "Why?" Ivar needled, watching the drama play out before him with unrestrained glee. 

 Hvitserk finally answered after a minute, caught up in watching you smile bashfully up at the dark-haired stranger, who tugged you towards some nearby chairs. "I don't….I don't trust him."

 Normally the two youngest sons of Ragnar were like oil and water; but in this moment, they glanced at each other and back to their elder brother with matching looks of mischief. 

 "Where is that girl that was sitting on your lap earlier? Figured you would have gone back to her place or up to your bedroom by now." Sigurd casually questioned Hvitserk, leaning back in his seat. "She was pretty, seemed like your type."

 "No, my dear brother, he got rid of her just after he noticed y/n and that guy talking." Ivar said with a shit-eating grin. 

 Hvitserk wanted to snarl at his brothers, tell them to mind their own business. Instead he took a long draw of his beer, pointedly ignoring them. Of course, Ivar would notice something so miniscule as that. His youngest brother noticed everything. Yes, Hvitserk had a girl on his lap, his hands and lips trailing over her exposed skin. The fire in his blood instantly cooled when he looked up long enough to see the stranger talking to you. Without a second thought, he pushed the girl off of his lap, much to her protests and chagrin, and moved to take a seat next to Ivar. He pretended he just wanted some air when really he could not drag his eyes off of you. 

 The youngest Ragnarsson continued, hand tapping idly on one of his leg braces. "It has been some time since y/n had a boyfriend. This might be good for her." 

 "Maybe she'll get laid tonight." Sigurd raised his beer bottle in a mock salute before taking a sip.  

 That last comment pushed him over the edge. Wordlessly, Hvitserk jumped to his feet and walked away, unable to hear it anymore. It was no secret, him and his brothers were protective of you and had chased off a fair number of guys over the years. Though, their protective streak waned after you finally confronted them about leaving your love life alone. Since then, the brothers kept an eye on you but no longer interfered unless you signaled them. The arrangement made sense, you never involved yourself in the many women the brothers pursued, so now they showed you equal courtesy. 

 For some reason tonight, it was different. 

 The flaxen-haired Ragnarsson walked past the other party-goers, ignoring the cheers, laughs, and few calls for his attention. A drinking game started at the fold-out table situated in the grass. Music filled the air, Ubbe's taste in music since this was his party. Suddenly though, it was all too much. 

 Storming inside the house the brothers shared with no real destination in mind except to just move, he was pleased to find the kitchen vacant. Leaning against the marble counter in the kitchen, he ran his hands over his braids, heart pounding for some reason. The urge to punch something, or someone, seemed to grow with each second that passed. He absent-mindedly wondered if this was how Ivar felt all the time. 

 Peering out the window over the kitchen sink, he could see you sitting next to Ubbe's dark-haired friend on a lawn chair. From this position, it appeared you were almost in the guy's lap. One of your hands clasped a beer while the other toyed with the necklace you habitually wore. With a wicked look, the stranger leaned over to whisper in your ear, one of his hands resting on your hip. Whatever he said made you laugh, as you threw your head back, mirth spilling from you. For anyone else, it would have been sweet to watch the two of you, a connection and a growing infatuation evident. 

 The scene caused Hvitserk's blood to boil. He gripped onto the counter's edge to ground himself before he went out there and punched the guy. It made no sense. He had no right to try and separate the two of you. Feelings be damned, every part of his body revolted at the scene unfolding before him and how he allowed it to happen. Slamming his eyes shut, he silently counted to ten, willing himself to settle. He knew he needed to walk away….but his feet refused to move. 

 "Hey, Hvitserk."

 Slowly opening his eyes, he looked over his shoulder at the call of his name. A pretty blonde stood just inside the kitchen, twirling a piece of hair around her finger with an enticing smile and a body begging to be touched. He remembered her. He fucked her a week ago. Staring at her now, her name continued to slip his mind. Did he even know her name at the time?

 "Hey." He replied unenthusiastically, maintaining his grip on the counter edge. 

 "What are you doing in here?" She asked, walking closer to him, her hips swaying with each step. 

 "Nothing."

 "Oh, well are you bored? Do you need some company?" She trailed a finger down his arm, peeking at him through her long lashes. "I can think of a few ways this night could end for us."

 He looked down at her. Any other time he would have jumped her in a heartbeat. It would have been almost too easy to drag her upstairs and fuck her until they were both delirious with pleasure. 

 "I'm good." He stated, looking away from her and back out the window. 

 "You sure I can't change your mind? I mean last time we had…."

 Uncaring of how harsh he sounded, he shrugged her arm off. "I said I'm good. Fuck off."

 Her eyes widened for a moment before they narrowed at him and she took a step back. "Fine. Fuck you, Hvitserk." She stomped out of the kitchen, each step a clatter on the hard floor. 

 "You just tried." He muttered to himself, dropping his head to his chest.  

 What was wrong with him? He knew what it was though. Or more specifically- who. A war waged in his chest and he worried the repercussions of either side winning. This limbo would surely kill him. 

 Peering out the window, he could not take his eyes off of you. Although you vehemently disagreed, he thought you always looked beautiful. Tonight though, in the fading sunlight, you looked gorgeous. Like a new light had been ignited in you, radiating joy and life. It was mesmerizing to witness. 

 "Hey! Probably should start wrapping the party up in an hour or so. Way more people turned out than I thought." Ubbe said with a beaming smile as he walked into the kitchen, dropping some empty beer bottles on the counter. At his brother's silence, he stopped and really looked at him. "Hvitty, you alright, man?"

 "Yeah, of course." He snarked, not in the mood for his older brother's prying. "Why wouldn't I be?"

 "First, you're lingering in the kitchen like some housecat looking for food, which I guess isn't that strange."

 Hvitserk's lips twitched but he continued to stare out the window.

 "Secondly, it looks like you're trying to set Uhtred's head on fire with how hard you are staring."

 He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face."It's nothing, Ubbe. Don't worry about it. Go head back out."

 After a moment, Ubbe grabbed two new beers from the cooler and came over to his brother's side, passing him one of the drinks. With a murmured thanks, Hvitserk took it, immediately popping the top and taking a long draw. They stood silently for several minutes, just sipping on their beers and watching the party outside in companionable silence. 

 "You going to tell her?" Ubbe finally asked, keeping his gaze straight ahead. 

 Hvitserk stiffened and pressed his lips together, the urge to hit something renewed after Ubbe's question. 

 "You can't get mad at her for wanting love and attention, especially when she's not getting it from the person she wants it from most." Ubbe glanced over at his sullen brother but plowed on. "Look, I know you like fucking around but if you expect her to keep waiting around for you….she won't. And it looks like she and Uhtred are really hitting it off. I won't stop them just cause you won't tell her how you feel."

 "What are you saying, Ubbe?" He growled, though if the steadily increasing anger was directed more at his brother or himself, he could not tell. 

 "I'm saying man up and tell her, or let her go. It's up to you." With a clap on the shoulder, Ubbe headed back outside. 

 Hvitserk took a sip of his beer, Ubbe's words bouncing around in his head. Over the years, the crush you had on him had not gone unnoticed, though he never addressed it. Ubbe eventually confronted him about it, forcing Hvitserk to reveal his own secret. He knew what he wanted. He had known for a long time. Was it too late though? Had he fucked up his chances for real happiness? Did he even deserve you anymore?

 *****

 You laughed, covering your mouth to try and muffle the uproarious sound. "That one was great! Ok, ok, tell me another."

 Uhtred sat behind you on the lawn chair, smiling broadly as he took a sip of his beer. Since he walked over to you at the beginning of the party, the two of you had been inseparable. He seemed to take particular pleasure out of making you laugh and currently he was telling you some of the best and worst pick-up lines he knew. Apparently, him and Finan liked to come up with new ones when they were bored. 

 He wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling your back closer to his chest as he whispered in your ear. "You're so hot, even my zipper is falling for you."

 Giggling, you covered your face. Not just because of the silly line but ever since the two of you sat down, him practically pulling you into his lap, he had you teetering on the edge of arousal. The way his broad chest felt pressed against you, the rumble sound when he chuckled, and those damn bedroom eyes with that smirk which promised so many beautiful, naughty things. It was driving you insane. 

 "Is your name Wi-Fi? Because I'm really feeling a connection." He said, his hand slowly trailing up and down your thigh. 

 "Please tell me someone has used that."

 "Finan did at a pub once."

 "I don't know him, but I'm guessing it worked." 

 Uhtred chuckled, giving you a playful wink. "It did."

 You tried to tamper down the butterflies dancing in your belly from that simple action. "Alright, what is one you've never used?"

 He thought about it for a second then in a flash, he licked up the rim of your ear. 

 "What?" You squirmed and tried to wipe your ear off. "What was that for?"

 He laughed, while his hand kept you pinned to him. "If you lick something, you get to keep it. Everyone knows that. So now you're mine."

 "Well if you're going to claim me, you could have done it without licking my ear."

 You swore his eyes darkened as he stared down at you. His voice husky as he whispered in your ear. "And if there are other parts of you I want to lick?"

 Your breath caught in your throat, desire slipping through your blood. "Guess you need to work on your lines." You whispered back, hoping it sounded confident but sure it sounded more needy with want. 

 "I'm a man of action, I'd rather show you what I want to do."

 "Like what?"

 With a cocky smirk, he slowly lowered his head until his lips touched yours. You gasped but gave in without remorse, allowing him to lead you in a slow dance. His lips were pure seduction, caressing and teasing, making you yearn for more. His tongue flicked over your lips before he pulled back, eyes scanning over your face to gauge your reaction. 

 "That….that was much more convincing than a pick-up line." You breathed out. 

 "I'm glad you approve."

 "What else can you show me?"

 His gaze dropped back to your lips and you tensed with anticipation. 

 "Y/N!!" 

 You almost gave yourself whip-lash with how quickly you spun your head around at the call of your name. You saw Hvitserk approaching, hands in fists by his side and jaw clenched. His abrupt yell had most of those still around watching the two of you with curiosity. 

 "What?" You asked, your body vibrating with confusion and need.

 "Come here. I need to talk to you." He kept his hard gaze on you, making you feel like a child about to be reprimanded by their older sibling. 

 "Can we talk later?"

 "No, it's important."

 "She's busy right now." Uhtred declared, snaking his arm around your waist. You knew the move was possessive and with the way Hvitserk's eyes narrowed and burned with intensity, you knew Uhtred's move was not for your sake.

 Hvitserk met your eyes, pleading in a way you had never seen before and his tone suddenly soft. "Y/n….please."

 You sighed, those damn puppy dog eyes. "Fine, this better be important." You grumbled, removing yourself from Uhtred's embrace. 

 "Don't take too long, I'll be waiting." Uhtred said, flashing you a charming smirk. 

 You smiled at Uhtred then followed Hvitserk back towards the house. There were a few looks of confusion from those you passed by that you caught, but otherwise most people ignored the two of you, too focused on the party. Besides, everyone knew you and Hvitserk were friends so it was no surprise to see you in one another's company. 

 Your mind wandered as to what the issue could be. Surprise coursed through you as he led you up the stairs towards the brothers' bedrooms. Once Ivar, in a drunken fit, insulted a girl so harshly she had burst into inconsolable, wailing tears, forcing the brothers to pull her away into one of their rooms to calm her down. Maybe something like that had happened again? You tried to remember if you saw Ivar recently but realized you had been too absorbed in Uhtred to truly take notice. 

 Hvitserk led you into his bedroom, the door slamming closed behind you. With a quick glance you noted the two of you were alone. The bed was still made, so he had not brought a girl up yet. Confusion continued to mount within you. 

 "What's going on?" You finally asked, taking a seat on the edge of his bed. 

 Instead of answering, he paced several times in front of you, running his hands over his braids. A couple times he stopped, turning to you and opening his mouth but then immediately closed it to continue pacing. It was quickly becoming infuriating. Plus he was going to ruin his braids with how hard he was running his hands over them. 

 "Hvitty, you need to tell me what is going on or I'm going to go back out. You said it was important."

 His pacing ceased. Twisting to face you, he threw his hands up as he exclaimed, "I want you to marry me!"

 You froze. Your jaw dropped as you stared at him. Only in your wildest fantasies did you ever think you would hear that uttered from his mouth. Years ago, you had buried that fantasy, knowing it would never come to pass. Now you stared at him, staring at you. Both of you seemed shocked by what he just blurted. 

 "Fuck, that's not what I meant to say first." 

 "So….so you don't want to marry me?" You tried to clarify, your mind scrambling to make sense of what just happened. 

 Mumbling something unintelligible, he ran his hands once more over his braids; then in what appeared a split second decision, he advanced closer, dropping to his knees in front of you. "Yes. I do. Fuck. I'm doing this all wrong."

 "Hvitserk, what is going on?"

 He sighed, placing his hands over yours as if to steady himself. His words poured forth like a confession, secrets finally freed yet terrified by the light now on them. "Ever since we were children, it's always been you. Whenever I thought about getting married, buying a house, having children….it was always with you. Never have I thought about it with anyone else. It's always been you….and….and it terrified me. You are one of my closest friends, gods, I don't know what I would do if you weren't in my life. I couldn't lose that, lose you. And with watching my parents and their marriage, I didn't….I didn't want us to go through something like that. So I never said anything. I fucked around because it was easier to pretend to be ok with that than realize I only ever saw you in my future….you've all I've ever wanted."

 Stunned, you gaped at him for a long time. "Why…." You licked your lips, mind fumbling to formulate a question. "Why are you telling me this now?"

 "Because you needed to know, or I just needed to tell you. I guess, I just needed to know if you would choose me, even after everything I've done. But if you rather be with someone like that guy out there, I get it. I mean, I figured I lost my chance years ago….but watching you out there. Fuck! I want it to be me. I want your smiles and laughs. I want to steal kisses from you. I want you in my bed, to roll over and hold you close. I want to live with you and kiss you before we leave for work. I want to watch you grow round with our child. I want the fights and frustrations. I just….it's always been you. I just want you….in everything."

 The two of you remained frozen in place for several minutes, his confession weighing heavily in the air around you. You stared into his earnest, brown eyes, searching them, studying them, confirming the truth. His words peeled back the layers you had built around your heart, to protect it from loving him too much. 

 In this moment you knew you teetered on the edge of a knife. If you fell one way, it would be into his arms, into a love you had only ever dreamed about. But if you fell the other way, everything would remain how it had been, you could be friends, freeing you both to pursue others. But this knowledge shared between you would haunt both of your actions forever. 

 Could you do it? After so long of pining after him, of your unrequited affections, did you trust him to fully reciprocate? 

 In your heart, you knew your answer even as he spoke. It laid there tattooed on your heart ever since you were children. 

 You finally broke the tense silence, bringing a hand up to lightly run over his frizzed braids. "You know, most guys ask a girl out on a date first before asking to marry them."

 He chuckled, catching your hand and pressing it to the side of his face. "That's true." 

 "Ask me."

 "What?" His brow furrowed faintly as he stared up at you, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand. 

 You took a deep breath before a small smile teased your lips. "Ask me to go on a date with you."

 "Y/n, will you go on a date with me?"

 "Yes. I would love to."

 His face beamed with a boyish smile and bright eyes alight. It made your heart stutter at how handsome he was, at the pure, genuine joy radiating from him. Surprising you, he kissed your palm quickly before a gleeful laugh escaped him. You could not help your own giggle. Everything felt so surreal, like the two of you had stepped into a dream, a bubble of your own making. Here, reality was irrelevant. You stared at one another with stupid smiles on your faces but neither cared.  

 "Can I kiss you?" He asked softly, gazing up at you with such a look of adoration, you felt yourself melting. 

 "You better."

 Without waiting an extra second, he captured your lips in a kiss that bespoke of longing. It started off with gentle, probing kisses that urged you to respond. A call you had no qualms about answering. Your tongue flicked against the seam of his lips and that was the key to unlock his restraint. Next thing you knew, you were on your back with him hovering over you, worshiping you using his mouth and tongue. You were utterly at his mercy and for once, you completely surrendered yourself to his touch, knowing he would be there to catch you. 

 The two of you laid there on his bed, tangled in one another, your mouths fused together as if you needed the other to continue breathing. Finally when air became a desperate necessity, he pulled back. Immediately, though, he set his forehead to yours, unwilling to move further away than that. 

 "Did you... want to go back out….to the party?" He panted out, his chest heaving just as much as yours. 

 You giggled, running a finger over his cheek to trace his deliciously, swollen lips. "No, I have everything I've ever wanted right here."

 Then you kissed him, letting him taste the truth on your tongue. Soon you became absorbed in each other's touch, utterly entwined and unwilling to ever part again. If this was what it meant to be lost in love, you both hoped to never be found. 

[emilyhufflepufftlk]

TLK x Star Trek Headcanons

I love The Last Kingdom and I love Star Trek, so this happened. It was so fun to imagine what the Coccham squad would be doing in this au.

The Coccham Squad, roaming around space in their Starship, getting into fights and making it up as they go along, much to the annoyance of Starfleet command. The same loveable idiots but just on a Starship rather than horses.

Uhtred = Captain of the USS Coccham. Incredibly loyal to his crew and well respected by his men, however, is mistrusted by Starfleet command as he was raised by the Klingons. Often making rash decisions which lead his crew into sticky situations, however, always thinks of a plan to get out of it just in time. Always breaking the primary directive – will get involved in the internal affairs of alien civilisations if he believes it is the right thing to do. Channels his inner Kirk by not believing in ‘no win’ scenarios.

Finan = First Officer. Incredibly loyal to Uhtred. Can be depended upon to keep the morale of the crew up, even when Uhtred has gotten them into another seemingly ‘no win’ situation.

Sihtric = Navigator/weapons officer. Knows everything there is about weapons and is a great tactical mind. Knows the benefits of waiting for the opportune moment to strike.

Osferth = Helmsman. The rock that everyone builds upon. He is always there with a smile and a sympathetic ear. Keeps a clear head as he steers the ship out of the trouble Uhtred has gotten them into.

Beocca = Chief Medical officer. The calm voice of reason on the bridge who is always there to patch the crew up. He also gives the best advice and has been with Uhtred since the beginning of his career, knowing the captain better than anyone. Also takes no shit from anyone and is the only person who can talk some sense into their impulsive captain.

Pyrlig = Chief Engineer. You can often catch him swearing on the intercom at Uhtred when another one of his plans has left the ship in a poor condition. Dependable and loyal; people often underestimate him, but he is good in a fight.

Hild = communications officer. A calm presence on the bridge. Often has to diplomatically handle the back and forth between Uhtred and Starfleet after they break the prime directive, again. Keeps her boys in line – someone has to.

Alfred = Starfleet Admiral. The exasperated man at Starfleet command who has to deal with Uhtred’s exploits. Continually falling out with him over breaches of the prime directive and his cavalier attitudes in general. Has threatened to have Uhtred demoted or court marshalled several times but eventually has to back down because he is their best Starship captain. Despite his personal dislike for him, he always calls for Uhtred to get them out of a crisis.