#uhtred son of uhtred

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝'𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: violence

a/n: nsfw included (ha duh)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ESFP

Gryffindor

Neutral Good

Aries Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Capricorn Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Trusting other's wasn't easy for Uhtred. Well, until a person saves his life.

・It didn't seem like a big deal at the time. The decision was easy to make. With four men against thirty, it was more than an unequal fight.

・Standing out of sight, you grabbed one of your silver-tipped arrows and aimed.

・The leader of the large group of men faltered in his step. His gaze trying to locate the source of the arrow, which had landed exactly where he was about to step.

"Hiding is cowardice," the man bellowed. His thick furs unable to hide his fear.

With a raised eyebrow you huffed, not taking the obvious bait.

・You saw one of the men raise a dagger and as he was about to throw it, you released another arrow. Straight into his shoulder.

・Then the fighting started. It only took ten minutes for it to stop.

・You didn't just have great aim with an arrow, you were deadly with daggers as well.

・Now years later, you're found by Uhtred's side. Where he goes, you go. There isn't an issue with him bringing you along on his travels - he knows you can look after yourself.

・A favourite of Finan's, Osferth's & Sihtric's. As you were the only person Uhtred would listen to. Truly listen to.

・And allow himself to be told off by.

・So the three men think you are some sort of powerful being.

・Osferth actually had a bit of a crush on you for a while. Whenever you spoke to him, he would blush.

・Finan and Sihtric teased him relentlessly, and Uhtred overheard them one evening. But he was not jealous. Not in the slightest.

・Osferth nearly died on the spot when he heard Uhtred speaking though.

"I think anyone could fall in love with them. They make it so easy."

・However, it did take a while for Uhtred to tell you about his past. A long, long while. It came in little packages. As if he couldn't say too much at once.

・Showing emotion wasn't one of his great strengths

・But gods forbid if anything happened to you

・There was a time that you had been kidnapped and he nearly tore himself apart trying to find you. All logical thinking had disappeared.

・He knew he couldn't live without you, but knowing that it was a possibility, hit him like a physical blow.

・You are his heart, the person that he always wants to be around. There is no him, without you.

・For years he did not know what his destiny was.

・But now he knows.

・It's you.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Overly arrogant, flirty (Uhtred) x Absolutely unfazed (You)

"Give me attention." (Uhtred) x "If the world knew you were like this, they'd be shocked." (You)

"Wtf did you do now?" (You) x "It was an accident!" (Uhtred)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

You Save His Life & He Could Not Get You Out Of His Head

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Lívstræðrir by John Lunn, Eivør

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point.

・Uhtred is a giving and passionate lover. As soon as you get time to yourselves, his hands are holding you tight against him. Lips attached to yours in a firm and feverish kiss.

・Behind closed doors is where you see Uhtred's full abilities.

・It's not as if he cannot please you while travelling, it's that he cannot reach the limits that he can when he's able to be fully naked and without interruption.

・At home, with the warm glow of the fire in your joint chamber, he shows you how much he loves you.

・Your naked form underneath his, chest to chest, heart's beating in the same rhythm.

・If you've been apart for a long time, then Uhtred cannot keep his hands off of you, nor can he endure your clothing. Sex is rougher, slightly quicker, but that doesn't mean once is enough.

・No, once is never enough for Uhtred.

・There never goes a night without him at least making you cum. Thrice.

[auroracalisto]

she’ll have the world if she wants it

uhtred ragnarsson x fem!reader, 1.9k words tw: pregnancy, canon typical violence, blood, kidnapping, general worry and distress a/n: this was requested by @elbereth-bluebird​! i started writing it as soon as you sent in the ask, so i apologize for it taking me forever to finish. i love uhtred. 

The confession slipped through your lips before you had half the gall to stop yourself. Eadith stared at you with wide eyes, lips slightly parted as she glanced over your shoulder. The men continued on laughing over the fire, ignoring you for the time being. Osferth stoked the smoldering embers as Sihtric threw on a few more pieces of wood, bringing the fire to life once more. 

Uhtred was all smiles, glancing your way—not that you saw. Your eyes were glued onto Eadith’s face as terror spread through your body. 

It was as if time itself had stopped, mocking you for the confession that had left you moments prior. Did you anger something far greater than mortal life? Surely not. 

But the look your dearest friend gave you made you think otherwise. 

Would she tell? No. 

You hoped not, anyway.

"You are with child?" she repeated, hand raised over her mouth as she whispered. She could never be too careful (the men liked to eavesdrop every now and then, even if it were to just be reading lips—Finan had a knack for that, but she only figured it out recently). "And the father? Does he know?"

"No, and—and I do not want him to find out. Not now." You fidgeted in your seat, tension eating at the back of your throat as you fought the urge to cry. This could ruin him. This would ruin him, and he wouldn’t ever look at you the same. 

Eadith reached forward and took ahold of your hands, worry akin to the fire that raged close by. "Who..." she trailed off, thumbs gently brushing against your knuckles as she searched your face. 

You looked away from her, skin burning as your nerves ran through your body. You did not need to say anything to your dear friend. She would know with a response like that.

Him.

"Oh," she breathed out, a smile forming soon after. "Had I'd known, perhaps I would have given the two of you more privacy the other night—"

You slapped her arm in retaliation, eyes wide. "Eadith!"

She let out a soft laugh. The realization that it was indeed him made it all the better. You would be taken care of, even in the worst of winters. When the summer days came, sun glaring down and burning your skin, he would be there to lend a hand. 

He was good for that, if not anything.

"When you decide to tell him, he will be elated. I promise you, my dear friend. A child is a gift,” she said. 

You may not have found it within your heart to realize this, but she knew all was well. He would never let you want for nothing.

You clenched your jaw. You couldn't tell him. Gift or not, there were other pressing matters at hand.

Between King Alfred and the constant threat of war, you were certainly an afterthought; a hump to keep his mind off of things for the night.

You loved him; you did. You had known it for some time now, and it had blossomed the first time you saw him. Perhaps it would be safe to say he was the love of your life, even if he would never see you in such a light.

Perhaps that is why you knew you needed to keep it a secret. He was far more than you and the child that had begun to grow inside of you not too many moons ago.

"Promise me," you said, voice lowered back to a whisper. "You mustn't say a word of this, Eadith. I... will once I am ready. But for now, the time just isn't right."

"I will not say a word," she said, placing a hand over yours. "Your confidence in me will stay strong, Y/n."

You gave a faint smile. "I know."

It all happened so quickly.

The Danes had arrived well within the night, and while some were able to escape safely, many did not. Confusion was high as they couldn't understand how they found them; Uhtred had found a place to camp that should have been safe. And yet, there he stood, looking at the destruction in front of him, the blood of slain men soaking the earth. They had left nearly as soon as they arrived; a warning, perhaps. A raid on a camp that was meant to entice fear in Uhtred's very soul. A warning for the English King that waged war against them.

But Uhtred worried little about that. King Alfred could deal with it when the moment came for him to act. He had proven that time and time again, almost to the point of downright annoyance. No, the trivial act of war enticed him little at this very moment, especially when all of his friends had been accounted for, save for one.

The only one that mattered far more than his brothers—than the ones he spilt blood with. 

You.

Where were you? Where had you gone? He hadn't found you amongst the bodies that littered the grounds.

Perhaps he had overlooked you, and you rested off to the side of the bloodbath with Eadith. Or maybe, you did lie amongst the dead, waiting for passage to the afterlife.

If only he could think straight—maybe then he would find you.

Eadith left the sanctity of her horse, and Finan, searching for you—her dearest friend. She looked at the bodies, the untouched tents, the people still alive and well.

When she couldn't find you, she ran to Uhtred, calling his name.

"Have you found Y/n? Have you seen her anywhere?" Her voice came out in a rush—panicked.

Uhtred shook his head. If she hadn't seen you, then the only other place you could be would be with the Danes that came.

You wouldn't have been the only one taken, but perhaps you were the most important. They weren't there just for a warning. They were there to send a message that would shake Uhtred to his core. They had his lady.

Lost in his thoughts, he barely reacted when Eadith grabbed onto his arm.

"My Lord, she is with child," Eadith said, heart pounding in her chest.

Uhtred's head snapped back to look at her.

"You are not in earnest," he retorted, staring at her in disbelief.

She pursed her lips, hand still gripping his arm. "I am, my Lord," she said. "She told me just last night. I swore to keep it secret, but since she is missing—"

"—my Lord!"

Sihtric's voice came from behind the two. Uhtred looked over his shoulder, eyes wide. The Dane pushed a nearly unconscious man to the ground, scowling.

"He hid amongst the trees, but he will talk," he said, chin held high as he looked at Uhtred. "He will lead us to the Danes."

Uhtred clenched his jaw, moving away from Eadith. "Wake him. They have Y/n."

It couldn't have been more than a few days. The Danes that had captured you hadn't touched you. In fact, a woman came around, saying something about how because you were Uhtred's woman, she wouldn't do anything to you. Unless Uhtred never showed. He would know where to find her as soon as he realized it—perhaps as soon as he found the bait.

He wanted a deal, she had said. Something that would benefit both of them in due time.

But perhaps this Dane had the wrong Lord. Uhtred never took kindly to his men being killed, and he wouldn't take kindly to whatever had happened that night.

You had only managed to see a blur of blood and the sound of screams still plagued your mind, but beyond that, you knew nothing.

You knew not of where you were, or who had captured you. You just hoped that wherever Uhtred was, he was safe.

For now, you would be, too.

You hoped.

The gods had looked upon Uhtred the morning he infiltrated the Danes' base. It looked as if he had opened a slaughterhouse (especially when they began to fight back), but he cared little about the blood spilled.

The fool who had captured you bore a gruesome reality—Uhtred wouldn't hear him out. He had little regard for those who took what was rightfully his.

As soon as the man took his last breath, he turned to look at his trusted men.

"I'm to find her," he said. "There shall be no more blood spilled, unless they give you trouble. Keep guard until I return."

With a simple nod from Osferth, Uhtred was on his way.

And when he finally found you, high up in the fortress tower, the relief he felt was immense. He had never known his heart to be filled with such joy, seeing you alive and well.

You stood from your small bed, eyes wide as you watched the blood-covered Lord walk in, watching you and taking you in as if you'd disappear once more in the blink of an eye.

"You are fine?" he asked.

At your nod, he couldn't help but smile.

"You are with child?"

Your lips parted as you stared at him. He knew. He knew, and he had come to rescue you. Uhtred was rescuing you. You nodded once more, and the man met you where you stood, his arms wrapping around you. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, unable to stop himself from smiling.

"Let us leave," he said. "We have a long journey back to Coccham."

"Coccham, my Lord?" you question, looking up at him curiously.

He smiled. "I do believe it proper for a woman to find comfort in her time of need," he said. "I plan to see it through."

You fought the tears that sprung to your eyes as you buried your face in the confines of his chest. 

He rubbed circles on the small of your back, smile disappearing as he stood there, holding you.

“You were not going to tell me?” he softly asked, peering down at you.

Your head tilted back, eyes locking with his. “When the time was right. I would have.”

“And you are lying to me?” he raised an eyebrow as he spoke, lips pursing together. 

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, heat blossoming on your face as you pulled away from him. 

“May we leave, my Lord?” you asked, holding out your hand to take ahold of his. “I am growing quite tired of these quarters.”

He chuckled softly and took your hand in his. “Yes. We’ve much to discuss on the way.”

The sight of your friend was a beautiful thing, indeed—up until the realization that she told Uhtred the one secret you had begged her to keep. 

“Eadith!” you exclaimed, pulling your hand away from the careful hold of Uhtred. 

He just watched with a smile as you went to your friend, looking towards his own.

“You’re to be a father, then, hm?” Finan grinned, slapping his shoulder as he spoke.

“Not for the first time,” Osferth interjected, arms crossed over his chest. But he smiled at the man, nonetheless.

“Will you marry her, Lord?” Finan asked as Sihtric came over to the bunch, wiping dried blood off of his face with a damp cloth. 

“If she’ll have me,” Uhtred said.

Sihtric rolled his eyes, a scoff escaping him. “You’ve to hear the way she talks with Eadith. She will have you. No question, Uhtred.”

[bookofbonbon]

“You must make an oath never to marry. No heirs. So your brother Edmund can take the throne unchallenged.”

“Thank you.”

The hidden meaning behind Uhtred’s words and Athelstan’s thanks 😭

[dane-slayer]

[popcorn1989]

"I'm the real man here"

Note: It wasn't a request

Pairing: Osferth x Finan x Sihtric x F!Reader

Warning: Dirty Talk but otherwise nothing really

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[viking-chaos]

Uhtred of Bebbanburgh | Alexander Dreymon Seven Kings Must Die [2023]

[megalony]

You’re mine, you hear me?

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

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

Enjoy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hooves, voices, laughter.

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

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

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

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

"A woman."

"Out here, alone?"

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

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

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

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

"Come here, girl!"

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

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

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

"Finan! Osferth!"

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

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

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

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

"She was-"

"Finan! Osferth!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No! No don't-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She needed to be let down before she died.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He lost himself in the moment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[caremitthefrog]

Alfred: Do you take constructive criticism?

Uhtred: No, only cash or Bebbanburg.

[taylortaylormoon]

Okay but on the trend of modern reader in the past with Finan or Sihtric or anyone really.

We pull an outlander, where reader has to return to their time before a big battle and spend days in the library or whatever when they get back looking for information about their SO to see if they lied pasted the battle or not. Only to find very little or next to nothing about them.

Except for a stupid cheesy love poem that is about them after they were separated.

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Let’s add this to the plot bunnies.

[moonlight-rider25]

Spill the Beans

Summary: Your time on the road together is gradually coming to an end and you have to come up with a way to stop that, and fast!

Warnings: PG13+, fluff, angst,

Word count: 3700

You lay awake in your tent. Eadith steadily snoozes beside you, and the only other noise besides your constant stirring is the slight crackle from the fire outside. You sit up listening intently to the noises around you. Surely the other men are asleep by now from the amount of ale they drank earlier in the evening. No you can’t, it's a stupid idea… you remind yourself rubbing at your face. You sigh and lay back down trying to get comfortable again…

You toss around again sighing heavily as you stare at the blank canvas ceiling before you.  Your body is still, completely still.  You hold in a sharp breath and finally snap your eyes open, sit up and quietly remove yourself from the tent. 

The summer night air feels ravenous against your sensitive skin as you wrap your fur around yourself tighter. You dismiss the signals going off in your head that you're making a very bad decision and hold your breath as you crouch low along the tent lines. You walk slowly and carefully over to where you saw Uhtred make his tent earlier that night. You reach out and gently peel back the canvas flap, slowly exposing the fire light into the tent. 

A few furs cover his tall body, and you see at the top sticking out; is his carved and shirtless sculpted stomach. You bite back your bottom lip and slowly emerge through the canvass flap. Crawling towards him in his furs, he wakes with a jolt.  You freeze in panic, not knowing how he will respond, or fully thinking this part through. He sits up abruptly rubbing at his eyes and stares towards you. After a moment he sighs and pulls his furs away from his body, inviting you in, under them, next to him. You hum gleefully and crawl towards him gently placing yourself beside him.  The heat from his body radiates to you and you clasp your cold hands against his chest.  He sucks a quick breath in through his teeth.

“Your hands are ice!” He says in a whisper.

“I’m sorry!” You smile up at him and press your face against his firm bare chest.

He hums a low chuckle; wrapping his huge muscular arms around your body, pulling you closer and pecks a gentle kiss on the top of your head.  You snuggle against him, his body warming you and his sweet safe familiar scent lulls you to sleep within moments. 

All too soon you awaken; Uhtred stirring beside you. Still snuggled up next to him, he tries to remove his arm without waking you.  Your eyes blink open and you see it's still very dark.

“Where are you going?” You ask him in a sleep ridden whisper.

He smiles before pecking a warm kiss on your forehead. 

“It’s morning.” He tells you quietly. 

You peer around in the tent looking outside at the very very faint glimpse of light rising from the ground.

You look back up towards his smiling face and bury your head into his chest.

“No it can't be...” you whine quietly against him. “...Not yet at least!” 

He rubs your back apologetically and you hear a low hum of laughter escape him.  You grip him tighter and begin peppering his warm chiseled chest in soft wet kisses. He groans happily pulling you closer. You playfully push him over to his back and straddle him, still peppering him in wet kisses. You slide your hands up his thick warm neck and capture his lips in yours. He sighs heavily before indulging himself in your sweet flavor, and you let out a quiet moan into him. His hands slide up over your barely covered ass and squeeze at the perky mounds sitting on top of him.  You giggle against him and he pulls you up off his chest. His eyes glimmer as you watch him eyeing your barely concealed body on top of his. 

“Don’t make me go,” you tell him in a whisper. 

He pulls you back down and your lips meet his once again, hungry and eager.

“You know I don’t want to..” He tells you in a low groan.  “...but how will we explain ourselves?..”

You lean your head down into the crook of his broad neck and shoulder, and allow a long disappointed exhale to escape you. You sit back up, allowing him to take in the view of your faintly covered breasts as you wrap your fur around your shoulders and press your core down into his toned bare abbs. His hands slide up your thighs as he smiles through his gritted teeth while watching you. You crawl towards the tent opening; stopping when his huge hand catches your fur and you spin back around facing him.

“Will I see you tonight?” he asks with a wicked smile on his face.

You giggle softly to yourself.

“Perhaps…If I can't sleep again…” You tell him playfully in a whisper.

“You come back… I don't think either of us will have much sleep..” he replies through his wide smile.

You snicker, trying to cover your mouth, careful not to wake the others.  You both freeze, hearing another stir within their tent. You shoot him a final lustful promising look and scurry away back to yours and Eadiths tent. 

The ground is cold, cruel, and unwelcoming, compared to the warm inviting safe arms of Uhtred, but you bury your face deep within the furs and try your best to calm yourself so as to not wake Eadith. You hear another stir coming from one of the other tents. You pull your fur up into your face smelling Uhtred on it; you smile to yourself. Your heart beats steadily in your chest as you happily imagen him there with you, as you were moments ago. Only wishing you had indulged yourself more, than what time had allowed. 

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The morning passes in a wave of usual chaos, men packing their belongings and scarfing their porridge down in a few bites while you and Eadith try to clean the cooking utensils as best you can.  Everyone packs up their tents from the night before and secures it tightly back onto their horses; who have also been fed and watered their morning share. Osferth, Sihtric, and Finan, mount their horses ready for the day's journey, Eadith and yourself; normally struggling in the back of the pack, but today they're waiting for Uhtred who waltzes over and assists you with your bags. He says nothing, as the others are far too close to hear, but he eyes you devilishly pulling firmly at the mare's straps and fastening them in place. He pats the mare kindly on the neck and begins to turn away from you, when you clear your throat.  He pauses in place for a moment, then spins back around with a smirk on his face. You extend your hand out towards him and he instinctively, he helps you up onto your horse.  You squeeze his hand a bit before letting go of his grip and try to swallow back the grin growing on your face. The others watch as Uhtred strides away from you and mounts his own horse at the head of the group.

He eyes you again before calling out to the men, and you nod slightly with a thick grin towards him. Eadiths shoots you a look from her mare, who prances eagerly in place beside you. Avoiding her look, you slap the reins setting in motion with the others. 

“What was that?” She asks finally once the group has gotten into configuration and you know they’re mostly out of earshot. 

“What?” You ask her with a giggle, avoiding her look as best you can.

“Oh no, don’t you ‘what’ me..” She tells you through her own snicker. “You’re playing a very dangerous game here girl,” She tells you through a smile.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about!” You cackle in response still not meeting her eye.

You slap the reins again and your horse marches off ahead of Eadith leaving her behind. You hear her cackle as she tries to join you, the two of you edgeing off the trail a bit playfully trying to beat one another. 

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Hours pass before you stop to relieve yourself and allow the horses a quick drink of water, the summer air is still and uncomfortable as you drop down from your horse.  You hand Osferth the reins to your horse and scamper away from the edge of the woodline to relieve yourself. 

“Good God, I’m going to burst!” You tell Eadith, squatting down near a tall prickly bush.

She giggles to herself beside you as she adjusts her skirts and squats down. You both exhale a sigh of relief and gather yourselves before returning back to the horses to begrudgingly continue on your way. 

“So are you going to spill the beans, or do I have to guess?” Eadith asks quietly as you approach the group.

“Not now!” You snap cautiously.

You both approach the group and begin to mount your horses again. You hear a heavy sigh and look over to Sihtric who seems to be less pleased with the traveling than usual. Finan casts him a knowing look and you peer over to Osferth who is also seemingly upset.  You turn your head over towards Eadith and she shrugs unamused.  You smile coyly at her and begin off, staying close to the men.

“Why are we all in such high spirits?” You ask once in motion. 

The men look at eachother and you can tell an unspoken message is understood between them.

“Please, enlighten me!” You ask more eagerly this time. 

Finan sighs and turns back to you. “Just a long ride my lady.” he tells you with a huff.

“Are they not all long rides?” You ask with a slight giggle in your tone.

“Aye, they can be..” he continues. “But this one in particular is…disappointing.”

You peer over to Eadith who seems to be in agreement. Then back to the men with long faces.

“We’ve traveled three days, on many occasions!” You cry out not understanding their words. “Oftentimes even longer! I don’t understand what the..”

Eadith cuts your words off by handing you the canteen of water.  Sihtric clears his throat and begins to chime in on the others behalf.

“Y/N, you see, on most occasions of three or four days' travel, is followed by a bigger town which results in several days of staying.”

“So, Corfe is also a small town?” You mention trying to grasp their understanding. 

“These small towns scattered together, are just the beginning of a long and treacherous journey back towards Wessex.” Finan adds, his accent thick and charming as he speaks quietly beside you.

“The beginning of a very long end?” you ask almost childishly.

“Yes.” Eadith tells you. 

You let out an all too obvious sigh, your heart collapsing into your lap realizing what their words truly entail. 

“The beginning of the end…” You repeat softly to yourself.

Not if I have anything to do with it…

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You spend the next few hours pondering in your mind how you will approach Uhtred, without suspicion and ask him to delay your arrivals in the next town….as well as the following and so on. Ideas of how to persuade him pass through your mind like ships in the night… The groups morale, early arrival to other towns and cities allow time to roam, you simply are not ready to return back home yet… but your mind and heart settles on telling Uhtred the real reason you’re not ready for this time to end; because you love him and cannot put words to that …yet. Now all there’s left to do; muster the courage to approach Uhtred, get him alone and confess your feelings, and all within the short ride to the next day break…

Eadith and yourself remain in the back as the group carries on through the hours. The sun is steadily above you, midday and you know Uhtred, though not a creature of habit normally, will be stopping soon.

“I still have such a hard time accepting so many Gods in one religion, I'm not sure how they do it.” Eadith tells you deep in conversation.

You smile coyly, then grip at your stomach slightly.

“How can there be more than one God?” She asks with a cackle.

Your own ideas of religion have never joined up with hers but today is not the day to argue that idea.

“Oh, ow!” You cry out quietly.

“Oh no, what is it?” Eadith asks concerned.

“It’s alright, I’ll be fine.” you try to convince her.

“Are you sure?” she asks, peering over trying to read your face.

“Yes..” you tell her with a sigh.  “I’m fine, it seems to be passing already..”

Eadith keeps her gaze on you cautiously, her brow squinted up as she does looking over a new patient before her. 

“Their many Gods..” you remind her, rubbing at your stomach still.

She hesitates, but begins to delve back into her ideas of the Danes' multiple Gods. 

“It’s just madness, how can more than one God rule? What is the hierarchy of them? How do they keep them..”

“Ahhh, Christ!” You cry out from your seat.

“You’re not alright!” she demands.

This time you have drawn the attention of the others in front of you. Eadith halts her horse and helps you down as you groan in pain. She yells to the others to stop and wait for them as you are ill.  You grip your fists as you sit against the ground against a tall tree, heaving in pain waiting for the others to stop and assist. 

Within moments the group has circled back and gathered around you. Sihtric stands with the horses and gestures for Finan to help lead them to the nearby field of grass to graze and rest in. You notice the urge in Sihtric’s eye and encourage Finan and Osferth off with him as they are no help to you anyhow.  

“I believe it's just something I ate..” you tell Eadith through clenched teeth.  “I’ll be fine I'm sure. Just let me rest for a moment.”

You grasp at your belly, Uhtred stands guard nearby as Eadith kneels down next to you trying to comfort you in your time of need. You gasp again as another wave of pain strikes through you. She holds your hand tenderly and patiently talks you through the fit. 

“It’s alright, it will pass…” She tells you calmly. “You’re stronger than this!” she reminds you brushing her thumb over your knuckles. 

Suddenly… finally, she raises to her feet and stands before you. 

“I know what you need!” She tells you excitedly.  “Remember Madam Elles cure all for food poisoning?!” 

You blink back through squinted eyes up at her, still holding your belly as she gleams with the bright idea.

“Violet and clover!” she shouts out. “I’m sure I can scavenge some up for a hot tea from these woods…” 

Eadith merrily prances around gathering her pouch for collecting herbs. 

“You stay put, I’ll have you back on your feet in no time!” She cries joyfully.

“Eadith, no it's fine!” you cry out grasping at your stomach.

“Nonsense, stay put..Uh…

You cast her a knowing look..

“...Finan and I will scour the woods and I’ll prepare you the Violet and Clover tea. You’ll see! We’ll be on our way in no time.”

You reach out grasping her through her long red hair. 

“You are too kind to me, Eadith.” You tell her graciously. 

She smiles and hugs you warmly before getting back onto her feet and running over to Finan and the others in the field. 

You watch carefully as she paces amongst the trees and through the leaves towards the field; then cast your gaze up at Uhtred who's all too worried about you.

“Get down here!” you tell him in an anxious whisper.

He peers down towards you but kneels graciously beside you.

“Are you alright? What can I do to help?” he asks sweetly.

You roll your eyes in disgust. 

“I’m fine you twit!” you tell him in a ragged hush. 

He looks at you wide eyed.

“I just.. I just needed to speak to you alone..”

His eyes turned softer and a smile curled up on his lips.

��No, not for… I mean perhaps… No!” you cry playfully swatting at him.

He chuckles and sits comfortably down beside you. Palming his face carefully he looks back up to you still humming with laughter. 

“I just wanted to speak to you…without raising suspicion..” You add, trying not to show him your own smirk emerging from your lips.

He reaches out and clasps your hand in his gently. Peering over his shoulder to ensure no one is around. 

“Well… we are indeed alone now…What is it you wanted to speak of?” He asks you, squeezing your hand a bit. 

You peer up into his icy blue orbs and freeze for a moment. The words fleeing your mind as you stare blankly into the little crystal worlds that remind you of all your dreams.

“Hmm…Oh, um.” You take a moment to gather your thoughts and shake your head with a giggle.  “I’m sorry, ..it's just that…” The words are all too eager to jump off your tongue, you swallow them back down your throat and conceal them more than ever before. “...Morall…my lord…” you stumble over the words as they come to you in a panic.

Uhtred looks confused as he tries to decipher through your panicked mess of words.

You reach up, rubbing harshly at your brow.

“Let me start again..” you tell him before clearing your throat and sitting up a little straighter.

He smiles and turns his body towards you, propping his head carefully on his wrist staring deeply at you.  You exhale heavily and watch as his eyes pace back and forth between yours. 

“You know, it's really hard to have a meaningful conversation with you when you look at me like that.” You tell him through a thick grin.

“Like what?” he asks you, sarcastically.

You roll your eyes dramatically and poke him playfully in the chest. 

“With your….look Uhtred..” The words begin to roll easily now. “It has been noticed by the group that we are near ending our…trip around the cities of Wessex…”

He nods, listening eagerly to your words.

“..And they seem to be..down about that…” You add trying to word things carefully but truly. “..and I would be lying if I too, said I was saddened about..this time of ours together…” 

You look down to your lap, awaiting a response of some sort as you feel you have let too much out.

“Our time…?” he asks, raising his brow.

You whip your head up casting him an annoyed look with a smirk.

“Our time…and all of our time..times…” You foolishly try to correct yourself. “You know what I mean!” you add smirking up at him.

You both sit laughing for a moment with each other enjoying the freedom from others for a brief moment. It’s times like these that you know you will miss most of all…

Uhtred sits back against the tree wiping at his forehead with his thumb and avoids your stare for a long moment. You take a sharp inhale in and pat your other hand over top of his, reassuringly. 

“..Our time as well..” You add quietly.

He turns and smiles at you, giving your palm a slight squeeze. 

“Slow down..” He says calmly. “You want me to slow down the traveling?” 

“..Yes? I suppose.” You tell him shyly.

“Arrive back to Wessex later than expected?” He adds submissively. “Even after all I’ve pushed us through on this journey to be early? What a waste..” He says biting back his bottom lip.

“Why look at it as a waste?” You ask graciously. “You’re simply trading being on time for a few more memories, is all.” You stare down at his huge hand between your little ones; afraid of his reply. Your eyes dart back and forth between you and him trying to blink back the wetness growing heavy in your eyes.

He remains silent for a moment. You finally look up and see he is staring out at the field just ahead, where Sihtric and Osferth stand with the horses. You admire his large head; his long hair pulled back behind it, and the faint scars that mark the sides of it. Desperately you swallow the want to reach out and graze them softly.. He looks back to you and then down at your hands again.

“I shall consider it..” he says calmly in a stoic tone. “But only if you can make me an offer, right here right now that only entails us…not the others.”

He stares deeply into your eyes and you feel your insides melt as he studies you.  Your smile turns a few times as the emotions rise and you suppress them.  You sniffle and then laugh abruptly, unsure of what to tell him. For so long the truth has remained locked in your heart for fear of breaking the dynamic of the group, for fear of him turning his back and refusing to show any more interest. Yet here he sits beside you as you’ve faked an ailment and begs for you to make a vow to him, and only him.  A vow that somehow will tie you two together, for better or worse, at least for the remainder of the trip. You blink your eyes hard and a tear emerges from the edges. 

“Uhtred…” You tell him calmly.

 I love you. I love you. I love you!

You Swallow hard and blink again, trying to erase the wetness from your eyes. 

“...Will you please delay our arrival back to Wessex, so we can have more time together?”

…

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[anama-cara]

Uhtred of Bebbanburg, The Last Kingdom

[auroracalisto]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eyes growing wide, you looked back up at him.

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

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

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

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

You hesitantly reached forward and took his hand.

"If I see the person..."

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

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

[synintheraven]

Guess season 2 had me really inspired because I absolutely love these 💕

[dane-slayer]

[popcorn1989]

If you ask The last Kingdom men for help with the Xmas party

Uhtred of Bebbanburg

Loves parties, but don't ask for help ... Of course, what do you think?

If you did it anyway, he'll say yes to everything and hire others to do it, he is the Lord... With some things he forgets that you asked him and asks you if you can get it ....yeaaah Thanks...

He will say that there is no need to decorate, the hall is just as it is, good enough.

If you want to have a Christmas tree, you should quickly dismiss the thought.

He keeps asking you why you want to celebrate at all, a celebration of love? He doesn't think there should be a day for it, sitting together and drinking wine is a sign of love for him, preferably every day.

He does not tell you, but you already know from his words that he will be absent.

You were looking for a fir tree, and he will reluctantly carry it into the hall. He will put it far in a corner, the thing will not come in the middle.

He forbids you candles on the tree, he still wants a hall after this day, you agree. He is the lord and has the say. But you can put candles on the big table... it's not like they're there anyway.

When asked what he wants to eat, he will look at you and smile, we have fish, will be his answer. After much discussion, he will agree that the men should hunt a boar or a stag. However, you should not get the idea that he will cook with you

The biscuits you made have magically disappeared. Don't ask, you won't get an answer... but you will find crumbs everywhere in the hall

That evening, the gentleman in question was only there for a short time, then he disappeared. Gisela too. It's the celebration of love...

Sihtric

Loves parties to no end, but don't know what you mean by Christmas party

He says he won't ask, but will help you with it ...... oh so nice, thanks

Wonders what's the point of sitting together without drinking anything, but when you explain to him that there's something to drink, he says that he celebrates Christmas very often.... pointless to explain to him that it's only one day.

He helps you to choose a Christmas tree, but you keep seeing his questioning look… either he doesn't want to ask or thinks you've completely lost it.

"Why is the tree now in the hall and no longer outside?" ... You can literally see the question on his face, when you wanted to say something to him, he just raised his hand with the words, it's okay, everyone has their preferences.... no hope...

You put a few candles on the tree and Sihtric hands you one after the other. With each candle he wants to say something, but with the last one he dares to tell you that the tree will burn down…. The look on his face ….

Every time someone from the others passes by, they point at you and say it was your idea.

You ask him what he wants for dinner that night… don't worry, I'll get something… is all he says to that, while still surveying the tree… you trust him

He didn't help you bake the biscuits, but he handed them out willingly, but you can't shake the feeling that only two people ate them.

That evening, he apologizes that he forgot to get something to eat, he thinks getting drunk is enough, but thanks to Gisela there was roast goose... thank gods

Making fun of your Christmas tree all evening with Uhtred and Finan... what a party

Finan

He thinks it's a wonderful idea and agrees to help you with it

Willing to help you with anything, but asks Sihtric behind your back if he can help him...of course and when you notice it, he tells you that Sihtric wanted to help as well, you can read on his face that he didn't want to, but he has to

Listen as you talk about how nice it is to sit together and enjoy the day… you're seeing it out of the corner of your eye that signals from Sihtric that you're crazy and Finan nod

You can persuade Finan to chase away Sihtric and now, together with Finan you look for a fir tree, he chooses the biggest one... no matter what you say, he takes it... He will not be able to carry the tree into the hall, let alone from this place.

After suffering and sweating for a long time, he decided on another one, it was already dark, but in the hall you'll see what kind of one you have now…. Yes, the oldest one who's already losing his needles, Finan can't help but laugh at the sight of you.

You refrain from decorating the tree and only hope that it lives until said evening. he doesn't understand why ...

With pride, he shows everyone his tree, Sihtric looks at you sympathetically this time. Osferth shakes his head and Uhtred gives the order to remove the thing from his hall... so no tree

He tries to help you bake as much as he can to make up for messing up the Christmas tree. He handed out the cookies, but kept more to himself.

Secretly got a new tree. And not only that, he went hunting with the men.

Is proud of what he has done and excitedly tells you how he managed to find a new tree. And that there must also be something good to eat at a party, after asking for a long time, he tells you that Osferth helped him ... ah yes..

Gets drunk with Sihtric at the party and compliments you... he has charm, and he helps you

Osferth

Is delighted with the idea and tells you more than you know about that day… god's please…

We need a tree, he says, before you can ask. All you do is run after him. You see Sihtric and Finan's looks as you both walk past them. Where are you going? Asked one of the two ... great

Arriving at the trees, he folds his arms in front of his chest and examines the trees closely. Whenever you have chosen one, he tells you that it won't work because it has no tip, the other one isn't round enough... God's let him find a tree...

You now have a tree with the best size, the best curve and the best needles, but now there is a new problem, where should it stand. He looked at you shyly as he finally decided on a spot. Great right there!... You say, but only because you stood here for what felt like two hours.

He asks you what you think of music, he would ask Uhtred to give him silver for musicians. You thought it was an excellent idea..

He helps you decorate, more than that, he puts out furs and made the hall feel cozy...impressive

He tells everyone to wear comfortable but clean clothes in the evening. All he got was laughter, but he responded with a joke that everyone saw as a threat.

Helps to bake cookies and distribute fairly, tells everyone who listens why there is Christmas… unfortunately it often falls on deaf ears, but you choose to listen to him, he has helped you the most so far and with a lot of devotion.

When he is about to tell the story for the third time, you tell him... Go with God, but go!

He even got more silver from Uhtred, which he used to buy groceries to have everything on the table, which usually wasn't always there… wow… just wow…

The party was a great success, and you were glad you asked Osferth and that night he gave you a small box. Nothing big just a keepsake he said smiling as you looked at the chain…

Maybe I'll write more about the boys. Thank you for reading

[oursoulsareodinsown]