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The grass beneath the Irishman crumbles in his white knuckled grip, a few panted breaths escaping him before he relaxes on the weight of Uhtred’s impressive cock. With the Dane’s arm suddenly coming across his middle, Finan sits up to rest his back against his chest, his arm snaking up to wrap around Uhtred’s neck as he pulls him down into a fervent kiss.

“Your true love,” Finan breathes out in an echo, a soft moan tumbling from his chest that lands upon the Dane’s lips. “I love you,” he whispers, a fervent ache in the low drawl of his voice. His mouth falls open on another moan as the Dane strokes inside him harder, and he finds himself instantly aroused again at the sensations, blood rushing straight to his cock.

“Oh, God yes…” the Irishman moans again, his head arching back to rest against Uhtred’s shoulder with helpless, furrowed brows.

“It feels so good, Lord… you’re so deep inside me,” he drawls softly with a whimper.

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“Lord… Do you have a moment for me amongst all the lovely chaos?” Finan drawls with a grin.

“I’ve begun packin’ for the journey. I think we should head on soon.”

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Uhtred gives Finan a loving smile, a little blush coloring his cheeks. Despite his whirlwind romance with the Princess, Finan will always be his one true love. His comfort, his home.

“Of course, baby…I always have a moment for you…several moments, if you ask nicely.” Uhtred gently teases, a mischievous look in his eyes, as he reaches out for Finan’s hand.

“How is your nose?” The Dane asks, still seeing some of the bruising around it. He is still angry at Domnal for laying hands on his Irishman. Especially since his fight was with him, not Finan.

“We will, I am anxious to leave too. Get away from the bad memories here…” Uhtred pushes those thoughts from his head, trying to focus on the good ones instead. 

“I don’t have too much to finish packing, and I’ve instructed Elle to prepare her things as well. We should be ready within the next day or two, if all goes as planned.”

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The Irishman gives the Dane a dark, fervent gaze tinted with desperation that flickers from his lips back up to his eyes. God, that was intense, he thinks.

He trails a hand against Uhtred’s firm muscles reverently, taking a moment to breathe as the Dane’s lips ravage his own. Finan can still feel his body trembling, but his fingertips quickly work at Uhtred’s laces in need of what’s to come. He bites his bottom lip, shaking his head almost pleadingly with that steadfast gaze.

“You’re going to wreck me,” Finan whispers, taking the Dane’s cock and stroking it, feeling his impeccable hardness under his fingertips. He moans into another heated kiss, his body aflame with such fervent desire that he can hardly think straight. Despite how much he fucking loves being dominated like this, Uhtred will be the only one to ever see it.

No one. No one else. Ever. He’s it…

“Yes, Lord,” Finan drawls obediently, sinking to his knees almost in tandem with Uhtred, his gaze not once leaving the Dane’s. He lets out a moan in anticipation as Uhtred’s firm grip guides him into position, practically melting under his hands.

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“Lord… Do you have a moment for me amongst all the lovely chaos?” Finan drawls with a grin.

“I’ve begun packin’ for the journey. I think we should head on soon.”

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Uhtred gives Finan a loving smile, a little blush coloring his cheeks. Despite his whirlwind romance with the Princess, Finan will always be his one true love. His comfort, his home.

“Of course, baby…I always have a moment for you…several moments, if you ask nicely.” Uhtred gently teases, a mischievous look in his eyes, as he reaches out for Finan’s hand.

“How is your nose?” The Dane asks, still seeing some of the bruising around it. He is still angry at Domnal for laying hands on his Irishman. Especially since his fight was with him, not Finan.

“We will, I am anxious to leave too. Get away from the bad memories here…” Uhtred pushes those thoughts from his head, trying to focus on the good ones instead. 

“I don’t have too much to finish packing, and I’ve instructed Elle to prepare her things as well. We should be ready within the next day or two, if all goes as planned.”

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Oh, fuck…

Please.

The Irishman’s knees almost buckle as Uhtred’s fingers press inside him. The Dane knows his body all too well now, knowing exactly how to coax him over the edge and make him cum hard.

“Fuck, I’m throbbing…” Finan rasps out, the combination of sensations driving him nearly mad as he rolls his cock between the Dane’s lips, taking what he needs until Uhtred puts increased pressure on that spot inside him. It freezes him instantly, his legs beginning to tremble beneath him.

“Oh God, please…” Finan moans out, not caring how soft his voice grew or how desperate he is for Uhtred to continue. He’s entirely enamored with him, able to be his most vulnerable self.

“Oh…” he moans fervently again, his fingertips tangling in the Dane’s hair. It’s growing so intense that he feels like he might just cave to his knees. He leans his back into the tree behind him, his head arching back into it with a whimper.

“O-oh, fuck… it feels so good, I… I’m gonna cum, Lord…”

The Irishman groans as the Dane’s ministrations grow stronger and firmer at his words.

“Lord, fuck! I’m cumming! … oh,” he moans strongly, his cock twitching between the Dane’s lips.

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“Lord… Do you have a moment for me amongst all the lovely chaos?” Finan drawls with a grin.

“I’ve begun packin’ for the journey. I think we should head on soon.”

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Uhtred gives Finan a loving smile, a little blush coloring his cheeks. Despite his whirlwind romance with the Princess, Finan will always be his one true love. His comfort, his home.

“Of course, baby…I always have a moment for you…several moments, if you ask nicely.” Uhtred gently teases, a mischievous look in his eyes, as he reaches out for Finan’s hand.

“How is your nose?” The Dane asks, still seeing some of the bruising around it. He is still angry at Domnal for laying hands on his Irishman. Especially since his fight was with him, not Finan.

“We will, I am anxious to leave too. Get away from the bad memories here…” Uhtred pushes those thoughts from his head, trying to focus on the good ones instead. 

“I don’t have too much to finish packing, and I’ve instructed Elle to prepare her things as well. We should be ready within the next day or two, if all goes as planned.”

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Finan shudders as the Dane’s fingertips move over his abs, his dark eyes settled into the blues of Uhtred’s, a blush rising to his cheeks at his words. He truly believed what his Lord said, because his words were often followed by actions. Uhtred worshipped him in ways he still couldn’t fathom. Somehow, he still had a nervous excitement each time they were intimate together, and he supposes it’s due to the torch he’d held for the Dane since the moment they met. The one he would carry to his grave.

“Oh… damn,” he whispers with a grin as Uhtred falls to his knees, not truly expecting the action but feeling the arousal hit his blood all the same. His abdominals instantly twitch at the sensation of the Dane’s tongue, his breaths turning to pants when he teases him with it, each sensation driving blood rushing to the edge of his cock.

Finan groans, tantalized by the expression in the Dane’s eyes until his head arches back with a softer moan.

“Oh, fuck…” he whispers, his hand anchoring to the back of the Dane’s head for any semblance of control.

“I do not deserve it, Lord,” he rasps out, mesmerized, but allowing the Dane to wrap his lips around his cock regardless. He gives a slight roll of his hips, loving how it feels to glide over his tongue.

@askuhtredragnarson

“Lord… Do you have a moment for me amongst all the lovely chaos?” Finan drawls with a grin.

“I’ve begun packin’ for the journey. I think we should head on soon.”

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Uhtred gives Finan a loving smile, a little blush coloring his cheeks. Despite his whirlwind romance with the Princess, Finan will always be his one true love. His comfort, his home.

“Of course, baby…I always have a moment for you…several moments, if you ask nicely.” Uhtred gently teases, a mischievous look in his eyes, as he reaches out for Finan’s hand.

“How is your nose?” The Dane asks, still seeing some of the bruising around it. He is still angry at Domnal for laying hands on his Irishman. Especially since his fight was with him, not Finan.

“We will, I am anxious to leave too. Get away from the bad memories here…” Uhtred pushes those thoughts from his head, trying to focus on the good ones instead. 

“I don’t have too much to finish packing, and I’ve instructed Elle to prepare her things as well. We should be ready within the next day or two, if all goes as planned.”

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Fucking hell.

Finan grits his teeth as your peak washes over you, instantly feeling the spasm and grip against his cock. He bites his lip to stifle a deep moan, shaking his head softly as he squeezes his eyes shut. It doesn’t help that his wife is fucking tantalizing as she falls apart for him.

He surrenders to it as you wrap your legs around him tighter, the roll of your hips practically milking him of his spend as he grips your arse hard enough to surely leave a bruise. He caves into you, using all of his strength not to utter a word as his hips lock up and his cock twitches inside you, his brows furrowed with his ragged breaths.

“God, damn woman…” Finan whispers against your lips. “Jesus Christ…”

As soon as he gains any wits about him, the Irishman looks over to Tora’s cradle, ensuring she still sleeps peacefully before giving you a devilish smirk while he continues stroking in and out of you slowly.

“You’re so bad,” he snickers, giving you a wet kiss while still trying to be quiet. It took everything from him not to cry out in shock from such a strong orgasm, and he has a feeling that his wife hasn’t a care.

“So you planned to take my soul from me this evenin’, or what?” He grins.

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As Uhtred escorts the princess away on a tour of the grounds, Finan smirks and drapes his arm on the back of Revna’s chair, appreciating her presence at his side during this most surprising arrival of the Scots. Though Domnal was familiar to him from a life once lost, he was still wary of the King’s nephew, knowing him to be an accomplished warrior with little else to accredit to his name. The two of them had always had a good natured rivalry, but Domnal rarely played fair. In fact, Finan and him could not be more opposite in their morals and personalities.

The Scots were sorely disappointed when it came to losing the lands they once held in Northern Irland, the same ones that had gone back and forth for generations, but it had been granted rightfully to Finan’s ancestors for at least the last 50 years or more. Still, there was an air of resentment. Perhaps there always would be.

“So eh… this is for an alliance, hm? Why not siege the fortress yerselves? Do you not have the men?” Finan asks almost teasingly in his deep brogue, giving Domnal a smirk.

“We do have the men. We could have betrothed the Princess to Lord Wihtgar, even, but it’s become my own prospect. I am first in line and I won’t have Saxon blood tainting our bloodline,” Domnal responds, his feigned nonchalance almost palpable.

Finan furrows his brows. “Yer own prospect? Are you not family?” He asks, giving him a skeptical look as his hand comes to rest on Revna’s back.

“Cousins. It is not uncommon,” Domnal says.

“… she is somewhat insufferable, hard to tame. This journey was not only to establish our stake in these lands but to allow time for she and I to bond ourselves to one another. It was her idea to speak with Lord Uhtred, and I can’t say I agreed with her. It’s foolish, as she often is.”

Finan traces his hand along Revna’s back, almost in some unspoken notion to punctuate the words he is hearing. Domnal is as arrogant as he is dreadful to speak with, having grown more so with age, Finan thinks.

“… and what do you think of this, mo bhean chéile?” He asks Revna, knowing she’ll give a most fiery opinion. It’s one of the things he loves most about her.

“… from a woman’s perspective, hm?” Finan asks.

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“It’s so unique… I can’t believe you had somethin’ like this made for me,” Finan snickers again, grinning as he admires the Celtic detail of it. One thing he loves so much about their relationship is just how deeply Uhtred respects their differences, how they were bred from different cultures… and yet, they are so perfect for one another. Uhtred is not only Finan’s greatest friend, but his greatest lover. His twin flame.

“I know it,” Finan drawls with a smile.

“The Gods know it.”

The kiss upon his lips sends a thrill through the Irishman’s body, Uhtred’s love rising heat to his skin with a tenderness that turns fervent. As the Dane grips at his laces, Finan looks side to side, ensuring that they are far from anyone’s reach.

“You’re wild, love,” he breathes out with a grin, assisting him in the removal of his armor and letting it fall to the ground as he takes his own fingertips to the Dane’s. Cuirass and sword belts fall to the ground in between desperate kisses, and Finan grins when a distant bout of thunder rolls from the twilight sky.

“Touch me then…” the Irishman drawls lowly, throwing his tunic up and over his head to bare himself to him. He grabs the Dane’s hands to place them at his narrow waist, his own wrapping around the back of his neck as he revels in another deep kiss from him, letting out a soft moan into Uhtred’s mouth at the warmth of his grip.

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“Lord… Do you have a moment for me amongst all the lovely chaos?” Finan drawls with a grin.

“I’ve begun packin’ for the journey. I think we should head on soon.”

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Uhtred gives Finan a loving smile, a little blush coloring his cheeks. Despite his whirlwind romance with the Princess, Finan will always be his one true love. His comfort, his home.

“Of course, baby…I always have a moment for you…several moments, if you ask nicely.” Uhtred gently teases, a mischievous look in his eyes, as he reaches out for Finan’s hand.

“How is your nose?” The Dane asks, still seeing some of the bruising around it. He is still angry at Domnal for laying hands on his Irishman. Especially since his fight was with him, not Finan.

“We will, I am anxious to leave too. Get away from the bad memories here…” Uhtred pushes those thoughts from his head, trying to focus on the good ones instead. 

“I don’t have too much to finish packing, and I’ve instructed Elle to prepare her things as well. We should be ready within the next day or two, if all goes as planned.”

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The Irishman blinks, over and over as Uhtred places the ring on his finger, a perfect fit to him. He stares down at it for several seconds, listening to the Dane’s words and biting his bottom lip to prevent from absolutely caving at the sentiment.

“Uhtred, I…” Finan says, his words cut off by the deep kiss that he settles into and eagerly returns, wrapping his hand behind the Dane’s neck. He pulls away to press their foreheads together, a grin curling across his lips as a tear slides down his cheek.

“God, it’s beautiful. Thank you, beloved… I will cherish it as I cherish you. You know me so well…” he shakes his head with a grin, bringing his hand up to admire the ring. Finan sniffles, trying to keep his emotions at bay once more as he takes Uhtred’s hand, using it to pull him closer again.

“I… I’m speechless,” he snickers, wrapping a hand around the back of the Dane’s neck to give him another sensual kiss.

“I love you so much.” Finan whispers against his lips.

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“Lord… Do you have a moment for me amongst all the lovely chaos?” Finan drawls with a grin.

“I’ve begun packin’ for the journey. I think we should head on soon.”

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Uhtred gives Finan a loving smile, a little blush coloring his cheeks. Despite his whirlwind romance with the Princess, Finan will always be his one true love. His comfort, his home.

“Of course, baby…I always have a moment for you…several moments, if you ask nicely.” Uhtred gently teases, a mischievous look in his eyes, as he reaches out for Finan’s hand.

“How is your nose?” The Dane asks, still seeing some of the bruising around it. He is still angry at Domnal for laying hands on his Irishman. Especially since his fight was with him, not Finan.

“We will, I am anxious to leave too. Get away from the bad memories here…” Uhtred pushes those thoughts from his head, trying to focus on the good ones instead. 

“I don’t have too much to finish packing, and I’ve instructed Elle to prepare her things as well. We should be ready within the next day or two, if all goes as planned.”

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“I know she will,” Finan nods with a little smirk. “She is fierce but she is utmost reasonable, unlike her husband. We’ve been trainin’ a bit but it’s hard for me not to jest with her. She’s so cute that it’s difficult to maintain my wits about me,” the Irishman chuckles.

“Good!” Finan echoes Uhtred about Elle, grinning at him. Despite not knowing her well, he truly likes her, and feels fond of her already knowing the distant lineage they share. Not only that, but her brightness is contagious, and he loves the way her and Revna get along so naturally. His wife deserves another woman on her side.

“You are, Lord…” Finan smirks, blushing a bit as Uhtred kisses his hand, his dark eyes catching his mischievous gaze. It’s moments like this that the Irishman feels like they’re alone in the world, voicing their shared happiness and deepening their bond with one another endlessly. He follows Uhtred without even a thought, no destination in particular, just the breeze guiding them as they walk hand in hand into nature. When Uhtred glances back at him, the Irishman wrinkles his nose, just snickering with the happiness of the fleeting moment of being alone together.

At the Dane’s words, Finan cocks his head, stopping in his tracks.

“Fer me? What is it?”

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“Lord… Do you have a moment for me amongst all the lovely chaos?” Finan drawls with a grin.

“I’ve begun packin’ for the journey. I think we should head on soon.”

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Uhtred gives Finan a loving smile, a little blush coloring his cheeks. Despite his whirlwind romance with the Princess, Finan will always be his one true love. His comfort, his home.

“Of course, baby…I always have a moment for you…several moments, if you ask nicely.” Uhtred gently teases, a mischievous look in his eyes, as he reaches out for Finan’s hand.

“How is your nose?” The Dane asks, still seeing some of the bruising around it. He is still angry at Domnal for laying hands on his Irishman. Especially since his fight was with him, not Finan.

“We will, I am anxious to leave too. Get away from the bad memories here…” Uhtred pushes those thoughts from his head, trying to focus on the good ones instead. 

“I don’t have too much to finish packing, and I’ve instructed Elle to prepare her things as well. We should be ready within the next day or two, if all goes as planned.”

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“Anything hm?” Finan jests with a twinkle in his dark eyes, giving you another soft kiss as his hand grips at your hip to hold you tighter against him, his motions steady and firm. He takes your hand, sucking on your fingers to get them nice and wet before guiding them to the bud between your legs.

“I already have everything I could possibly want…

I love you so much…” he drawls, squeezing his eyes shut as you roll your hips up to him. He groans softly at the immediate change of pressure on his cock, the depth of your warmth making his body shudder.

“You know what I want… c’mon, love,” he drawls lowly, his hips slightly stuttering at the grip you have on his cock.

@revnashieldmaiden

As Uhtred escorts the princess away on a tour of the grounds, Finan smirks and drapes his arm on the back of Revna’s chair, appreciating her presence at his side during this most surprising arrival of the Scots. Though Domnal was familiar to him from a life once lost, he was still wary of the King’s nephew, knowing him to be an accomplished warrior with little else to accredit to his name. The two of them had always had a good natured rivalry, but Domnal rarely played fair. In fact, Finan and him could not be more opposite in their morals and personalities.

The Scots were sorely disappointed when it came to losing the lands they once held in Northern Irland, the same ones that had gone back and forth for generations, but it had been granted rightfully to Finan’s ancestors for at least the last 50 years or more. Still, there was an air of resentment. Perhaps there always would be.

“So eh… this is for an alliance, hm? Why not siege the fortress yerselves? Do you not have the men?” Finan asks almost teasingly in his deep brogue, giving Domnal a smirk.

“We do have the men. We could have betrothed the Princess to Lord Wihtgar, even, but it’s become my own prospect. I am first in line and I won’t have Saxon blood tainting our bloodline,” Domnal responds, his feigned nonchalance almost palpable.

Finan furrows his brows. “Yer own prospect? Are you not family?” He asks, giving him a skeptical look as his hand comes to rest on Revna’s back.

“Cousins. It is not uncommon,” Domnal says.

“… she is somewhat insufferable, hard to tame. This journey was not only to establish our stake in these lands but to allow time for she and I to bond ourselves to one another. It was her idea to speak with Lord Uhtred, and I can’t say I agreed with her. It’s foolish, as she often is.”

Finan traces his hand along Revna’s back, almost in some unspoken notion to punctuate the words he is hearing. Domnal is as arrogant as he is dreadful to speak with, having grown more so with age, Finan thinks.

“… and what do you think of this, mo bhean chéile?” He asks Revna, knowing she’ll give a most fiery opinion. It’s one of the things he loves most about her.

“… from a woman’s perspective, hm?” Finan asks.

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“It’s nothin’ particular, Lord. I just worry for my family, is all. I cannot fall… no one else can either,” Finan shakes his head.

“I will be askin’ my wife to sit this one out, and I fear her wrath for it, but she’s still recoverin’ and Tora needs her. Perhaps she will understand.” The Irishman smiles.

“How is your princess? I expect that you’ve treated her with utmost tenderness…” he smirks, giving the Dane a wink.

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“Lord… Do you have a moment for me amongst all the lovely chaos?” Finan drawls with a grin.

“I’ve begun packin’ for the journey. I think we should head on soon.”

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Uhtred gives Finan a loving smile, a little blush coloring his cheeks. Despite his whirlwind romance with the Princess, Finan will always be his one true love. His comfort, his home.

“Of course, baby…I always have a moment for you…several moments, if you ask nicely.” Uhtred gently teases, a mischievous look in his eyes, as he reaches out for Finan’s hand.

“How is your nose?” The Dane asks, still seeing some of the bruising around it. He is still angry at Domnal for laying hands on his Irishman. Especially since his fight was with him, not Finan.

“We will, I am anxious to leave too. Get away from the bad memories here…” Uhtred pushes those thoughts from his head, trying to focus on the good ones instead. 

“I don’t have too much to finish packing, and I’ve instructed Elle to prepare her things as well. We should be ready within the next day or two, if all goes as planned.”

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FINAN | THE LAST KINGDOM 2.04

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Finan shrugs, touching the spot that had blackened and bruised between his eyes.

“It’s better, I suppose. Just thankful it didn’t break,” he says, smiling.

“Alright… yeah,” the Irishman chimes out.

“Would you mind… takin’ a walk with me? I could use the fresh air,” he smirks, interlacing the fingertips of their hands.

“… and the company. My worries always surface close to our journeys these days.”

@askuhtredragnarson

“Lord… Do you have a moment for me amongst all the lovely chaos?” Finan drawls with a grin.

“I’ve begun packin’ for the journey. I think we should head on soon.”

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Uhtred gives Finan a loving smile, a little blush coloring his cheeks. Despite his whirlwind romance with the Princess, Finan will always be his one true love. His comfort, his home.

“Of course, baby…I always have a moment for you…several moments, if you ask nicely.” Uhtred gently teases, a mischievous look in his eyes, as he reaches out for Finan’s hand.

“How is your nose?” The Dane asks, still seeing some of the bruising around it. He is still angry at Domnal for laying hands on his Irishman. Especially since his fight was with him, not Finan.

“We will, I am anxious to leave too. Get away from the bad memories here…” Uhtred pushes those thoughts from his head, trying to focus on the good ones instead. 

“I don’t have too much to finish packing, and I’ve instructed Elle to prepare her things as well. We should be ready within the next day or two, if all goes as planned.”

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“So good for me, babe…” Finan drawls lowly to your ear with a grin, stilling his movements for a moment to wrap his hand around your throat again and pulling you back to give you a passionate kiss. He groans as you move against him and slide on his cock, giving you a sultry gaze as he looks into your eyes.

“Fuck, the things I could do to you…” Finan whispers raggedly, resuming his deep thrusts inside you as the two of you move in tandem.

“Good girl… just like that, baby,” he whispers, cupping his hand over your mouth to stifle your moans.

“You love feelin’ me inside you, don’t you?

You’ve got me wrapped around your little finger, darling…. I will never get enough.”

Releasing you of him after several minutes, the Irishman turns you in his arms, grabbing you up and carrying you to the furs. He lays you on your back, teasing at your slit for a moment before slowly entering you again.

“I had to see those beautiful eyes,” he whispers, giving you a wet, sensual kiss.

@revnashieldmaiden

As Uhtred escorts the princess away on a tour of the grounds, Finan smirks and drapes his arm on the back of Revna’s chair, appreciating her presence at his side during this most surprising arrival of the Scots. Though Domnal was familiar to him from a life once lost, he was still wary of the King’s nephew, knowing him to be an accomplished warrior with little else to accredit to his name. The two of them had always had a good natured rivalry, but Domnal rarely played fair. In fact, Finan and him could not be more opposite in their morals and personalities.

The Scots were sorely disappointed when it came to losing the lands they once held in Northern Irland, the same ones that had gone back and forth for generations, but it had been granted rightfully to Finan’s ancestors for at least the last 50 years or more. Still, there was an air of resentment. Perhaps there always would be.

“So eh… this is for an alliance, hm? Why not siege the fortress yerselves? Do you not have the men?” Finan asks almost teasingly in his deep brogue, giving Domnal a smirk.

“We do have the men. We could have betrothed the Princess to Lord Wihtgar, even, but it’s become my own prospect. I am first in line and I won’t have Saxon blood tainting our bloodline,” Domnal responds, his feigned nonchalance almost palpable.

Finan furrows his brows. “Yer own prospect? Are you not family?” He asks, giving him a skeptical look as his hand comes to rest on Revna’s back.

“Cousins. It is not uncommon,” Domnal says.

“… she is somewhat insufferable, hard to tame. This journey was not only to establish our stake in these lands but to allow time for she and I to bond ourselves to one another. It was her idea to speak with Lord Uhtred, and I can’t say I agreed with her. It’s foolish, as she often is.”

Finan traces his hand along Revna’s back, almost in some unspoken notion to punctuate the words he is hearing. Domnal is as arrogant as he is dreadful to speak with, having grown more so with age, Finan thinks.

“… and what do you think of this, mo bhean chéile?” He asks Revna, knowing she’ll give a most fiery opinion. It’s one of the things he loves most about her.

“… from a woman’s perspective, hm?” Finan asks.

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“I know… you’re so wet for me,” Finan whispers into your ear, before releasing you of his hold and taking your tunic up and over your shoulders.

“Uh uh…” he tutts, taking your hand from his cock. “Pull those breeches down for me.”

The Irishman takes the opportunity to disrobe himself, throwing his tunic off and dropping his own breeches below his knees before kicking them off as the sight in front of him makes him rock hard. He grabs you up, pushing you toward the wall with desperate caresses of his hands and love bites on your neck.

“Just like this,” he drawls lowly, placing your hands on the wall, pulling your hips toward him and kicking open your legs.

“I know you want it, baby. Stay quiet for me,” the Irishman whispers, stroking his cock against your wetness before slowly diving in, biting his lip to bite back a groan as you push back against him.

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As Uhtred escorts the princess away on a tour of the grounds, Finan smirks and drapes his arm on the back of Revna’s chair, appreciating her presence at his side during this most surprising arrival of the Scots. Though Domnal was familiar to him from a life once lost, he was still wary of the King’s nephew, knowing him to be an accomplished warrior with little else to accredit to his name. The two of them had always had a good natured rivalry, but Domnal rarely played fair. In fact, Finan and him could not be more opposite in their morals and personalities.

The Scots were sorely disappointed when it came to losing the lands they once held in Northern Irland, the same ones that had gone back and forth for generations, but it had been granted rightfully to Finan’s ancestors for at least the last 50 years or more. Still, there was an air of resentment. Perhaps there always would be.

“So eh… this is for an alliance, hm? Why not siege the fortress yerselves? Do you not have the men?” Finan asks almost teasingly in his deep brogue, giving Domnal a smirk.

“We do have the men. We could have betrothed the Princess to Lord Wihtgar, even, but it’s become my own prospect. I am first in line and I won’t have Saxon blood tainting our bloodline,” Domnal responds, his feigned nonchalance almost palpable.

Finan furrows his brows. “Yer own prospect? Are you not family?” He asks, giving him a skeptical look as his hand comes to rest on Revna’s back.

“Cousins. It is not uncommon,” Domnal says.

“… she is somewhat insufferable, hard to tame. This journey was not only to establish our stake in these lands but to allow time for she and I to bond ourselves to one another. It was her idea to speak with Lord Uhtred, and I can’t say I agreed with her. It’s foolish, as she often is.”

Finan traces his hand along Revna’s back, almost in some unspoken notion to punctuate the words he is hearing. Domnal is as arrogant as he is dreadful to speak with, having grown more so with age, Finan thinks.

“… and what do you think of this, mo bhean chéile?” He asks Revna, knowing she’ll give a most fiery opinion. It’s one of the things he loves most about her.

“… from a woman’s perspective, hm?” Finan asks.

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[thedarkprinceofulaid]

“All the better that we’ll be leavin’ soon, yes?” Finan says, nodding to Uhtred before striding closer to Tessa.

“Ehm….” he looks around, his eyes searching for his eldest son. “… I am not quite sure, vixen. The two of em’ are around here somewhere. Revna, have you seen Ronan and Sigritte?” He asks.

Turning back to Tessa with a playful smirk, he wags his eyebrows at her. “They are often in each other’s company explorin’ the grounds. Rest assured they have been well.”

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A group of horses, ponies and a wagon approach Dunholm. The dapple grey steed circling around can be recognised as Heimdall once the group approaches the keep more closely. It is evident his rider is uneasy, but still the group grows closer.

The next day, Finan rests his elbows on the ledge of the ramparts, taking in the cool mist of the morning air. His eyes squint as he sees a cart and horses, a grin curling across the Irishman’s lips when he recognizes the familiar dark curls from a distance. Just in time, he thinks, as the march to Bebbanburg is imminent.

“Open the gates!” He commands the guardsmen, jogging down the steps with a renewed excitement to finally see Sihtric again.

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[thedarkprinceofulaid]

“Come on in,” Finan grins, motioning for the others to join them as Uhtred leads them within the gates. He grabs Sihtric’s hand, interlacing their fingers. It’s like a deeper part of him had been missing, finally returned to him.

@asksihtrickjartansen @askuhtredragnarson

A group of horses, ponies and a wagon approach Dunholm. The dapple grey steed circling around can be recognised as Heimdall once the group approaches the keep more closely. It is evident his rider is uneasy, but still the group grows closer.

The next day, Finan rests his elbows on the ledge of the ramparts, taking in the cool mist of the morning air. His eyes squint as he sees a cart and horses, a grin curling across the Irishman’s lips when he recognizes the familiar dark curls from a distance. Just in time, he thinks, as the march to Bebbanburg is imminent.

“Open the gates!” He commands the guardsmen, jogging down the steps with a renewed excitement to finally see Sihtric again.

@asksihtrickjartansen @askuhtredragnarson

[thedarkprinceofulaid]

“Mm…” Finan hums, his gaze following you as you softly set Tora down in her cradle. He looks you up and down as you stride nearer him again, a smirk pulling at his lips. Taking a few quiet steps toward you, he grabs you at the waist, quickly turning you to bestow your back against his chest as one hand wraps around your throat and the other trails down your stomach.

“Sh sh,” the Irishman husks against your ear, his grip tightening around your throat as his fingers dive below the band of your trousers, slowly trailing down until they can caress against your slit.

“I’m so very happy… can’t you tell?” Finan drawls lowly against your ear, his fingertips rubbing your clit in gentle, circular motions.

@revnashieldmaiden

As Uhtred escorts the princess away on a tour of the grounds, Finan smirks and drapes his arm on the back of Revna’s chair, appreciating her presence at his side during this most surprising arrival of the Scots. Though Domnal was familiar to him from a life once lost, he was still wary of the King’s nephew, knowing him to be an accomplished warrior with little else to accredit to his name. The two of them had always had a good natured rivalry, but Domnal rarely played fair. In fact, Finan and him could not be more opposite in their morals and personalities.

The Scots were sorely disappointed when it came to losing the lands they once held in Northern Irland, the same ones that had gone back and forth for generations, but it had been granted rightfully to Finan’s ancestors for at least the last 50 years or more. Still, there was an air of resentment. Perhaps there always would be.

“So eh… this is for an alliance, hm? Why not siege the fortress yerselves? Do you not have the men?” Finan asks almost teasingly in his deep brogue, giving Domnal a smirk.

“We do have the men. We could have betrothed the Princess to Lord Wihtgar, even, but it’s become my own prospect. I am first in line and I won’t have Saxon blood tainting our bloodline,” Domnal responds, his feigned nonchalance almost palpable.

Finan furrows his brows. “Yer own prospect? Are you not family?” He asks, giving him a skeptical look as his hand comes to rest on Revna’s back.

“Cousins. It is not uncommon,” Domnal says.

“… she is somewhat insufferable, hard to tame. This journey was not only to establish our stake in these lands but to allow time for she and I to bond ourselves to one another. It was her idea to speak with Lord Uhtred, and I can’t say I agreed with her. It’s foolish, as she often is.”

Finan traces his hand along Revna’s back, almost in some unspoken notion to punctuate the words he is hearing. Domnal is as arrogant as he is dreadful to speak with, having grown more so with age, Finan thinks.

“… and what do you think of this, mo bhean chéile?” He asks Revna, knowing she’ll give a most fiery opinion. It’s one of the things he loves most about her.

“… from a woman’s perspective, hm?” Finan asks.

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