#finan x eadith smut

[the-common-cowgirl]

The Lost Children -

Part 4

Summary: The group embarked on their mission only to be spotted by two of Brida’s scouts as they crossed into Mercia. A chase ensues and you are injured. Osferth cares for your injury and you both let pent up feelings free. Only, Osferth comes to his senses.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Mentions of Animal Death, Blood, Injury, Fluff, Angst, Kissing, period typical slut shaming, religious guilt, mentions of arousal, heavy petting.

Word Count: 3.5K

“Don’t put that thing near me or I’ll bite it off, so help me G-“

You were cut off with Finan shoving a cloth into your mouth, gagging you.

“You need to be quiet when we mend your leg, girl.” Finan exclaimed with a hushed, hurried tone in the low bank you were in.

Of course you knew you needed to be quiet. Two of Brida’s scouts had spotted the group as you made your way into Mercia. This resulted in a small chase. Your old, bay horse tripped on a tree root in the chase, causing you to go flying from the horse and hurt your leg. The Dane scouts would have caught up to you lying on the ground and captured you if Osferth had not spun his horse around and lifted you into his saddle, successfully escaping the nearing scouts.

And now, you were in a low bank, with a cloth wrapped tightly around your head and through your teeth with Eadith hiking your skirt up so high that Osferth and Sihtric excused themselves for your modesty. Uhtred of course was busy keeping an eye out for the scouts if they should find the group.

A sharp stick was stuck under the skin of your thigh, poking the muscle. Enough so that when Eadith tried to pull it out, you kicked at her with your free leg, missing her by an inch. She must’ve been used to her patients retaliating, you thought between the surges of pain.

“Finan, grab her other leg,” Eadith ordered. As soon as he had hold of your other ankle, Eadith pulled with enough force that had you reeling in pain. Your hands flew on their own to push her off of you; this time you didn’t miss and she landed on her bottom in mud, painting the arse of her dress brown .

Clearly frustrated, “Go get someone to hold her hands too,” she barked at Finan who obeyed without hesitation, quickly jogging to where the men were. In little time, he came back with Osferth who had his eyes downcast, trying not to look at your exposed legs that neither Eadith or Finan seemed to give a second thought about. “Sit behind her and hold her arms tight.”

Osferth began to object behind you but Eadith shut him down immediately, “She is loosing a great deal of blood and she somehow has enough energy to keep fighting us.” Eadith’s lack of patience had Osferth obeying her order without objections this time. You felt Osferth move behind you to sit and he gently brought your hands behind your back as a cool sweat started to form on your brow and your gaze started to go hazy.

His soft grip felt comforting around your wrists but as Eadith tried again to pull the stick, your hands flew free of his hold and you tried to shove her again, this time, Osferth’s forearm reached around your front and pulled you flush against him. “Sorry,” he muttered - you were unsure if he was speaking to you or Eadith for lacking at his task.

Eadith had grown frustrated. “I cannot try many more times before the stick is too slick with blood to pull! Osferth, hold her tightly. Do not let her go. Same for you Finan.” Then her eyes turned on you, “For Heavens sake girl, stop resisting help.”

Your vision was darkening and you felt a strong hold on your wrists behind you, painfully so. It distracted you momentarily from the pain of the stick wedged into your thigh being ripped from your body. Every touch felt delayed or distant and you were vaguely aware of a muffled scream then it being cut short by a hand over your mouth. You head spun as the world tumbled forward and the last thing you heard was Osferth saying, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

The world went black.

Your eyes felt heavy and a dull ache throbbed in your head as you were jolted awake. Slowly opening your eyes, you were met by a dimmed sky. Slowly realizing you were in the back of a covered wagon laying in the softest bed of furs you had ever slept on. Lifting your head took great effort due to the absence of your energy but when you did, you saw the back of Osferth’s head. As if he knew you were awake, he looked back at you and a smile broke across his face. He pulled the horse up to a halt and shouted for the group to do the same as he moved from the seat to the back of the wagon where you lay.

“How are you feeling?” He asked and took your hand, absentmindedly feeling for a stronger pulse but the action had your heart fluttering just a bit at how concerned he was for you.

“Heavy,” you replied as your head unceremoniously fell back into the soft furs. His thumb now brushed against your wrist gingerly. “Where did you get a wagon?”

“Sold your horse for meat to a nearby village to get the wagon.” Your eyebrows furrowed together in sadness as you looked at him. He gave a sorrowful look, “I’m sorry. I thought you didn’t care for the beast.”

“He was a good mount, he didn’t deserve death.” You were surprised at how your heart betrayed you and began to mourn for the old, ugly gelding.

“He was worse off than you after the fall. He welcomed death like an old friend after the pain he was in.” Osferth’s words made you feel better, knowing the bay was given a merciful death.

“He broke his leg?”

“Aye, lady.”

“Osferth, if I ever hurt myself so badly, make sure you give me a merciful death as well.” Your words were soft and true, he knew you weren’t speaking with sarcasm or anger like your normally did. You seemed too weak for that.

Your eyes were growing heavy again as you felt the wagon rock a little and Eadith’s voice, “She awoke?” Your eyes now closed but you knew Osferth nodded.

“She’ll make it then. She’s past the worst of it.” Eadith reassured him.

Sleep was beginning to embrace you again, despite its return, you were keenly aware of Osferth’s soothing thumb over your pulse.

“What about her fever,” he asked, quietly as if not to stir you.

Eadith was silent for a while before she answered him. “You’re a man of God, Osferth, pray.”

When you awoke again, the air was cool and there was no light but a flickering fire some distance away. You realized you had woken to the wagon shaking, someone was climbing in but you were too tired to care.

Your eyes found Osferth’s and he looked startled that you were awake but the shock soon faded as a smile spread across his face. You returned a weak smirk and you could almost see his heart flip.

“I - uh- brought you some stew.” He moved with a bowl and sat with his legs crossed beside your head. Setting the bowl down on the even wooden surface of the wagon that did not make up your soft bedding, he moved to help you prop yourself up. As you did so, your leg throbbed with a dull, burning pain and your head pounded. You could hear the group at the fire some distance away but could not see them due to the privacy the covered wagon offered.

Osferth smiled and grabbed the bowl., dipping the wooden spoon into the stew and gently blowing on it to make sure it wouldn’t burn you. The action was tender, sweet, foreign. You offered him a weak smile and he brought the spoon to you lips. As you slowly sipped the stew, you grew uncomfortable at the action of someone else feeding you, making you nearly lose your appetite. Once the first spoonful was gone and Osferth went in for a second scoop, you stopped him.

“I think I can feed myself,” you said trying to hide your discomfort.

Osferth furrowed his brows, “Are you sure? I can-“

“Yes,” you cut him off, “I’m certain of it.” You said with a little too much finality to be pleasant.

Osferth dropped his smirk a little and offered the bowl and spoon to your weakened hands. Feeding yourself took a bit more care as you were greatly reduced in strength, but you felt more comfortable this way.

Once you finished, you felt incredibly full and offered the bowl and utensil back to Osferth. “Did you like it?” He asked with a proud expression on his face.

You nodded, “Yes.” You willed yourself to be pleasant despite feeling as though you might vomit from how uncomfortably full your stomach felt.

“I made it.” He admitted with a smile, “I used to make it back in the monastery and the brothers devoured it.”

“Back in the nunnery, I was barred from the kitchens.” You admitted to him with a laugh as your stomach was easing down. You were grateful to share a similarity in your upbringing that wasn’t a sour memory.

Osferth laughed, “But why?”

“The sisters believed I was a cook of the devil for everything I cooked, somehow burned.” You laughed at the memory and Osferth laughed with you. It was a warming feeling; to feel humor again.

“So what were your chores at the nunnery?” He kept his bright eyes on you joyfully, simply happy that you were happy.

You huffed a short laugh through your nose, “To stay out of the way.” You both giggled at that. Once you recollected yourself, “Or gathering. I’m quite a good gatherer,” you admitted with pride.

Osferth raised his brows, “Oh really? Did you acquire that skill whilst doing your first chore?”

You tilted your head at his joke and eyed him in disbelief, “Did Osferth make a jest?” You both laughed. Once the laughing died down, you two just stared at each other in bliss, happy to be in the other’s company.

Then, a wave of realization washed over Osferth abruptly, and he shifted in sitting position. “Uh I forgot, I need to,” he stammered, suddenly uncomfortable, “Eadith is-“ he began, “Lady Eadith is busy. She asked me to,” he tripped over his words. “Lady Eadith asked me to clean your wound tonight.”

You gave a short chuckle at the reason for his sudden change in demeanor. “What must you do to it?” You asked, trying to sound like Osferth hiking up your skirt did not excite you.

Osferth began to blush. “Clean the would with a wetted rag and pour this over it,” he produced a small bottle of what you assumed was strong ale from a pouch that hung on his hip.

You nodded and reached for the hem of your now patched skirt. Osferth’s hand came to yours mid-grasp. “Wait, I’ll do it. I have to go get the rag wet in the river below.”

You nodded and Osferth left quickly. Your heart beat wildly at what was about to happen. You didn’t care about the prospect of pain from cleaning, just the mere thought that Osferth was going to see you immodestly had a light sweat breaking out over your body.

When he returned, you were still propped up, nervously biting your nail. Osferth settled next to your leg without a word, water droplets running between his slender fingers and down the bony knuckles of his hand. “May I?” He asked, bringing you from your trance.

“Yes,” you replied, not knowing what you agreed to let him do but knowing you’d most likely let Osferth do anything to you he so desired. You could almost hear the nuns that raised you calling you a harlot but you didn’t care in the wake of Osferth’s light touch at your ankle.

Osferth grasped the hem of your skirt and lifted your dress, keeping a hand on your other covered leg to protect your modesty and only reveal to him what he needed to see in order to clean your wound, nothing else. He rested the raised skirt on the bone of your hip and just below your undergarments. You kept his gaze trained on your wound; definitely not on your long, slender legs you were, for some reason, bending at the knee ever-so-slightly.

The wet rag moved against your wound and you sucking in a sharp breath. Osferth looked at you in terror, horrified that he hurt you more.

When the stinging subsided, you let out an uncomfortable, strained laugh, “Have you been doing this when I’ve been asleep? Not used to me being in pain?”

He shook his head, running the rag along your wound again gently, “No, Lady Eadith has been tending to you. This was the first time I was asked.” He moved the rag against you again, causing you to tense once more.

You let your head fall back, not wanting to look at the swollen pink wound anymore that you knew was infected from the discolored ooze Osferth was wiping away.

“That should do it,” Osferth announced to himself after some time of the cold rag gently caressing your wound. You heard the bottle uncork and prepared yourself for the worst of it. You remembered helping tend to wounds in the nunnery, when the alcohol was poured over the infected wounds, the girls would scream.

I will not scream, you told yourself, I am stronger than they were.

“This might hurt,” Osferth warned. Suddenly, the cold of the liquid touched your wound and you began to let out a squeal that had Osferth putting his hand over your mouth to silence you.

When it was over and the stinging subsided, he released his hand. “I’m sorry,” he apologized softly, “We are in Dane Land. We need to be quiet.”

You scoffed, “Tell the ones around the fire that.” You could still hear some of them talking even at this distance away. You pulled yourself back up to sit against the wagon sideboards.

Osferth bristled at your returning unpleasant attitude but did not say anything. He turned to set the bottle of strong ale at the front of the wagon. When his face found yours again briefly, then his cheeks turned the color of roses and he would not meet your eye, looking down to his hands.

Suddenly you realized your skirt was still hiked up to fully expose your injured leg and the tiniest glider at your undergarment. You began to chuckle at Osferth’s discomfort.

“Have you never seen a naked woman before Osferth?” You pulled your skirt down to cover yourself and he finally met your eye.

“What sins I have committed do not matter for it’s your innocence I am trying to protect.” He looked down to his hands again, they were clasped together.

Now he made you blush and you were glad he was not looking at you to see it. You liked the feeling his words gave you deep in your stomach, so you chased this feeling. “Who is to say I am innocent?” You smirked playfully.

Osferth slowly raised his brilliant blue eyes to connect with yours, eyeing you almost like a predator to find your jest hidden within your face but you were rather good at composing your lies. “Have you been with a man?” His voice was deeper, quieter, softer. You watched his tongue dance behind his teeth as he waited for your response.

Your lungs stopped working for what felt like a lifetime before you could collect yourself. Something about his aura, the way he asked you had you in a trance, you couldn’t lie now even if you wanted to. “No,” you breathed out, “I grew up in a nunnery. There wasn’t a chance.”

Osferth returned his vision to his hands once more, as he fiddled with a loose thread on his clothes. He seemed to be deep in thought. You wondered what he was thinking about in this moment. You longed to get inside his mind and pick it, to know if he imagined you under him. The mere thought of such an act gave way to an uncomfortable want at the apex of your thighs and you decided to do as you always did: not hold back.

“What are you thinking about?”

He met your eyes, and again, he had a deep look of desire in his blue eyes. He took in a quick breath. “I do not wish to tell you what I was - am thinking.” He looked down again, “I should repent.”

“You were thinking of me?” Your voice was soft like a gentle breeze through a field of wildflowers on a warm summer morning. Osferth considered in that moment you might be a living, breathing, walking siren for how you could sound so sweet when he knew you were anything but.

He met your eyes and nodded. “Tis not right,” he breathed, “Not fair to you.” Somehow he was closer to you than before. Who was leaning in? Neither of you could tell.

“I don’t care what’s right or wrong,” you whispered, running your hand up his leather armor and grasping the top of it, gently pulling him toward you, though, there was no resistance. “I want you,” was the last thing you said before your lips crashed on his.

He resisted at first, like the God-fearing monk he was taught to be, like the friend of Uhtred he was, like the caretaker he vowed to be to you, but as all pleasures of the flesh he had partaken in before, he decided he would repent afterward in order to taste salvation on the lips of a devil first.

You had never kissed anyone but you had seen it done between Eadith and Finan and the couples in Winchester. You had practiced on your pillow, and you wanted him, desperately. To say your first kiss was good was an understatement. With your novice lips working with Osferth’s expert lips, you felt like you may have met your God.

He pulled away from you but barely, enough to feel his heavy breath against your own. His eyes were heavy, his mouth hanging agape. “I’ve wanted you for so long,” he admitted.

“I’ve wanted you too,” you blushed, closing the small gap between your hungry mouths again and kissing Osferth with the fever of a rabid dog. He returned the want, the need tenfold and gently, but greedily, placed a large hand on your stomach, another around the bottom of your back and slid you down into a laying position.

He now hovered atop of your body, his large frame covering your own like a cloak of protection. Kneeling beside your body, one of his hands found purchase at the base of your head in your tender hairs and cradled you so that your head was tipped back and neck exposed. Slowly, he worked down your jaw to your neck, kissing and licking against your pulse.

An unfamiliar feeling of tight heat was building in your core and you moved your legs to gather friction against the mounting pressure at the apex of your thighs. When you did so, pain from your wound shot through your body and you let out a small whimper. It was enough for Osferth to stop his pursuit in the taste of your pulse.

He pulled back and you tried to grab his armor, pulling him back but he grasped your hands and shoved them away. “I’m sorry,” he stammered, “This is not right.”

Frustration bubbled up in your throat at his denial, “This is the only thing that’s ever felt right in my life!” You whined, sitting up, angry tears threatening to spill. You sat facing Osferth, propped against the sideboards of the wagon.

Osferth shook his head, “Not everything is about you.” Anger was hidden in his quick words.

You narrowed your eyes, “How could this not be about me? This would have been my first time if you would not have stopped.”

Osferth met your eyes defiantly, “Exactly. I cannot take your innocence! I am not your husband, I am not important enough in your life to do so.”

You rolled your eyes, “If I ask you to take me, then you are.”

He shook his head, jaw clenched hard, “No. That should be reserved for someone more special than me” He met your eye and for the first time in your time knowing him, you saw anger in his eyes, “Do not tempt me again. I will not forgive you if you cause me to sin in such a great way.”

With that, he stood and left angrily, the wagon rocking as he hopped out and away from you, leaving you along in the covered wagon, feeling denied, filthy and shamed.

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Flesh for Fantasy

Note: what can I say, it's a good song.

Warnings: smut 18+!!! mention of weed and smoking.

pairing: "modern"!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric invited you over to play some games and listen to a record.

wordcount: 4,6k

Masterlist

1983.

There he was; Sihtric Kjartansson. You saw him across the record store as you browsed through the newly released vinyl section with your friend, Eadith. Sihtric looked so effortlessly stunning when he was just standing there, leaning back against the wall next to the checkout while he spoke to his friends; Uhtred, Osferth and Finan, the latter who owned the record store.

Sihtric's friends were also handsome, you couldn't deny that, but Sihtric was truly something else. He was always a little different and a little more extravagant looking than the other boys, like today. He was wearing untied black leather boots, fitted leather pants and a KISS shirt that was cut into a crop top. Sihtric often wore crop tops and you loved it, as it showed off his well trained body. Around his neck he wore a hammer pendant, which he wore religiously, and around his wrist he had a chunky silver chain bracelet. His hair was partly shaved off, his beautiful curls only gracing one side of his perfectly scarred face. Sihtric was into punk and rock music, and he often wore shirts of bands you liked and sometimes those you had never even heard of. You also knew he drove a black BMW M3, and he was always blasting music loudly in his car as he drove. And last but not least, the pretty boy had two different coloured eyes.

You simply had the biggest crush on him ever since the first time you saw him in that very same record store, and you sort of knew each other, but only vaguely. Eadith had a thing for Finan and they had hooked up more than once in the past. And since she was your best friend, you had hung out with the guys too on several occasions when you joined Eadith at a party. But you never spoke much with Sihtric as he made you a nervous wreck.

Sihtric had glanced at you from across the store a few times already while you searched for a specific single, but to no avail. You eventually gathered the courage to walk up to the guys so you could ask Finan if the vinyl was still in stock, leaving Eadith browsing on her own. Your heart was beating rapidly as you neared them, and you swallowed hard when Sihtric looked at you as you stood right next to him, waiting for Finan to ask you if he could help you, but he seemed rather busy as he argued with Uhtred about how great that new Men at Work single was, and Osferth got caught up in the discussion too. You flashed Sihtric a shy smile while you waited, and he returned a sly smile. He then used the fact that Finan was too busy to acknowledge you to his advantage.

'Hey, sugar,' Sihtric said smoothly, his sly smile still set on his face.

'H-hey,' you blushed heavily.

'Looking for something, doll?'

'Eh, yeah,' you chuckled nervously, 'but I can't find it, so…,' you shrugged.

'What are you looking for then?'

'That new Billy Idol single.'

'Flesh for Fantasy?'

'Yeah,' you smiled, 'it's really new.'

'Mhm, I know,' Sihtric pushed himself away from the wall, 'let me have a look with you then,' he said and wrapped his arm around your shoulder, walking you with him to the newly released records section.

Technically, Sihtric didn't work in the record store, nor did Uhtred and Osferth, but they all often helped Finan out since they loved records as much as the Irish man himself. So whenever someone needed help and they were around, none of them would hesitate to help out.

'I already checked here,' you said, feeling all giddy as you were closer than ever to your crush right now, 'but it's not here.'

'Really?' Sihtric frowned and let go of you, then quickly flipped through numerous vinyl to find your desired single, 'hm, looks like you're right, sweetheart. Guess we sold out already. I'm sorry, love.'

'Ah, man,' you pouted, 'I really wanted to listen to it.'

'I'm sure there will be a restock next weekend, so you'll have to hang in there a little longer,' he winked, 'also, MTV plays it like every hour, just switch on your tv, doll.'

'But then I have to sit through the rest of the shitty music they play too,' you argued.

Sihtric chuckled and looked you up and down while he leaned back, his elbows on the countless vinyl next to you, 'Well, if you really want to listen to it,' he said, 'I got a copy back home, darling. Why don't you stop by sometime?'

'What?' you asked wide-eyed, 'oh, n-no, I don't, eh, want to be a bother or anything.'

Sihtric smiled when you looked away, desperately trying to hide your flushed face, which he thought was adorable and he couldn't help but chuckle again.

'You're not a bother, angel,' he said and nudged your elbow, 'besides, it's more fun to listen to music together anyway, isn't it? We could also play some video games too. I saw you coming out of the game store a few days ago,' he confessed, 'so I figured you like to game too, correct me if I'm wrong. But we could play some games and listen to some records, you know, veg out. No pressure though.'

You looked with panic in your eyes towards Eadith, who was behind Sihtric, and she mouthed a 'do it!' to you.

'I, eh, I- I guess, yeah, s-sure.'

'Rad,' Sihtric smiled, 'hm, you got any plans tomorrow afternoon?'

You looked at Eadith again, who shook her head and mouthed 'no.'

'Not… not really, n-no,' you said to the pretty boy, who still smiled at you and leaned in a little too close for it to not be flirty.

'Well,' he said, 'then if you'd like to, we can meet up here at four? I'll give you a ride to my place.'

'Yeah, o-okay.'

'Rad,' Sihtric said again, 'I'll see you tomorrow then, sugar,' he winked.

You were so nervous to meet up with Sihtric the next day that you had called Eadith hours before four. You went on and on about how you didn't want to get your hopes up with him, that there's no way he would be into you and eventually you even decided you didn't want to go anymore.

'You're going!' Eadith hissed through the phone, 'he clearly likes something about you, so find out what he wants.'

'But… but what if he only wants to… you know, like, have sex?'

'Well, then you have sex with him! Christ, girl,' Eadith sighed, 'you've liked him for so long, you can't not meet up with him now that he finally made a move!'

'I don't know…'

'Come on,' your friend groaned, 'what are you afraid of?'

'God, I don't know,' you sighed as you laid on your bed, twirling the telephone wire around your finger, 'what if he just meant it friendly?'

'Did you not see the way he was eyeing you up? There was nothing friendly about that. Besides, it's not the first time I've seen him check you out. He always glances at you when you're in the store. And he even remembered seeing you a few days ago. This is not just friendly, I promise you. It will be fine. Sihtric is a nice guy, okay? He's not going to use you once and just dump your ass. He's not Uhtred. Sihtric is the loyal type of guy, everything will be fine, just go for it.'

With those words kept in mind, you got ready to leave for the record store. You put some light blush on your cheeks, some black mascara and eyeliner, and you put a popping pink lipstick on your lips, which matched your pink eyeshadow. You were dressed in a short black dress with fishnet tights and black sneakers underneath, and a pink denim jacket draped over your shoulders. You put on a necklace with a lightning pendant before you left out the door, and you walked to the store while butterflies taunted your stomach. You were so nervous for your date, as you weren't even sure if it was a date date, that you felt like throwing up. Regardless, you made it to the record store without getting sick, and you found Sihtric already waiting for you at the parking lot. He was wearing a white Vikings crop top with denim jeans underneath. His jeans were tucked into his black signature boots and held up by a black leather belt. You felt your heart skip a beat when you neared him while he sat on the hood of his car, smoking a cigarette. Unlike yesterday, he was wearing several rings on his tattooed fingers today, and he fidgeted with one while he stared towards the record store entrance.

He only averted his eyes from the store when he noticed a movement in the corner of his eye, and he smiled when he saw it was you approaching. He breathed out the smoke he had inhaled and flicked away his cigarette while he jumped up.

'Hey, sweetheart,' he said, so smoothly again as he embraced you.

'Hi,' was all you managed to say, and you inhaled his scent; a mixture of cigarettes and fruity bubblegum.

'You look bodacious,' he smiled, 'how are you doing today?' he asked and opened the car door for you.

You lied and said you were doing perfectly fine, while your nerves almost got the best of you, and you took a deep breath when Sihtric slammed the door shut and made his way over to the driver's seat. He smiled at you as he started his car, and soon the familiar sound to Black Sabbath's Crazy Train blasted through the car. 

'I like your necklace,' he said, 'lightning. Matches my pendant,' he winked, and you were glad that the music filled up the silence when Sihtric drove off the parking lot, because you forgot how to speak after his compliment.

'So,' Sihtric then said and lowered the volume of his radio, 'what game did you get the other day then?'

'Hm? Oh, eh, I, eh… Donkey Kong 3,' you mumbled.

'Really? You played it already? I heard it's wicked.'

'Oh,' you chuckled, relieved to find out Sihtric didn't think you were a loser, 'y-yeah, it's pretty wicked. You could, you know, maybe, like, borrow it sometime?'

'Really?' Sihtric smiled, 'yeah, that'd be nice. Hey, you can check out some of my games, and if you see anything you like you can borrow them too.'

'Really?' you fought a smile.

'Of course, why not? Sharing is caring, right?' Sihtric chuckled and smoothly placed his hand on your knee while he kept his eyes on the road.

You silently gasped at his sudden touch, but you didn't pull away. Instead, you felt yourself blush and completely melt when he began to slowly rub his thumb over your skin.

'I got the latest Mario Bros game,' he said, 'we could play that one today if you like.'

You agreed to his plan with a smile, and Sihtric kept his hand on your knee until he had to shift gears several times. Then, he kept his hand on his gear stick, while lightly tracing your knee with his fingertip as you sat close enough. Once he pulled up at his house, he was quick to get out of his car and open your door, and he walked you up to his apartment.

As soon as you stepped through the door you felt intimidated by how cool Sihtric was. Even cooler than you thought. His small but cosy place was decorated with flags of some of his favourite musicians; Aerosmith, Mötley Crüe, KISS, AC/DC, Red Hot Chili Peppers, Blondie, The Clash, Iron Maiden, and last but not least; Billy Idol. He had a few cabinets that held several skulls as decoration, as well as a variety of headphones and game consoles. On one wall a sword was mounted, and underneath it you saw a reverted pentacle, which he had painted on the wall himself, simply because he thought it looked cool. He had a tv, a record player, a stereo with a huge speaker set, loads and loads of videotapes and hoards of vinyl and videogames. Here and there were some clothes scattered around, and his small place didn't have a couch, only a bed, one recliner chair and a table with two chairs next to the kitchen. Sihtric noticed you were a little taken aback by his home, and he smiled while kicking off his boots.

'Too messy?' he asked.

'N-no,' you chuckled and took off your sneakers, 'no, it's fine. I just… I- I like your… decor. It's pretty rad.'

'Yeah?' Sihtric smiled, a little cocky, 'thanks.'

He told you to get comfortable and offered you a drink. You awkwardly sat down on the side of his bed and waited until he returned to you with your drink.

'No need to be shy, darling,' Sihtric laughed softly and joined you on his bed, 'just act like you're at home.'

He laid down comfortably and beckoned you to sit closer. You scooted over and propped up a pillow to lean back against while Sihtric shuffled even closer to you. He turned to lay on his side and you caught him looking down at your legs, while he slowly licked his lips and bit down on his lower lip. A cheeky smile appeared as he brought his hand back to your knee again, and he lightly trailed his fingers up and down your thigh.

'So,' he said softly, 'you want to play a game first or listen to that single?'

'W-we could play a game first,' you said as cool as possible while his warm hands set you on fire.

'Mhm,' he hummed and looked up at you, 'you're really pretty you know?'

'I bet you say that to a lot of girls,' you blurted out.

Sihtric stared at you, surprised, and an amused smile appeared on his face.

'You're right,' he admitted, 'I do. But I only do that in the record store,' he shrugged, 'you know, fake flirting.'

'So you're fake flirting now?'

'No, I'm not. I only fake flirt at the store to boost the sales for Finan,' Sihtric revealed and continued to slowly caress your skin, 'I'm never serious when I flirt there. However,' he paused to look back into your eyes, 'I'm very serious right now.'

'Oh,' you mumbled and looked away. 

Sihtric enjoyed watching you being at a loss for words for a moment, and he then chuckled softly again before he sat up.

'Well, let's play some games then.'

After two hours of gaming, you finally felt more relaxed while Sihtric became more flirty. As the game was loading to the next level, he pulled you in his lap and sat back against the bed's headboard, and he snuck his arms under yours, around your waist, locking you in as he held his Nintendo controller with both hands. You sat back against his chest, feeling a mixture of nerves and comfort when he leaned his chin on your shoulder. You watched him play the next game and giggled when he lost, terribly, to which he gave you a teasing squeeze.

'Are you laughing at me, darling?' he asked playfully, 'this is a hard level, okay?'

'Sure,' you laughed, 'or maybe you're just not that good.'

'Oh, really?' Sihtric dropped the controller next to him on the bed, 'like you're so good, lady.'

'Better than you,' you grinned as you looked back at him, 'I won the most games here.'

'How dare you?' he squinted his eyes, 'insulting me in my own house?'

Sihtric gave you a mean glare but then broke out in smiles and started to poke your ribs. You yelped and tried to fight him, and soon you were playing pretend wrestling with the handsome Dane on his bed. It didn't take long before he had you flipped over on your back while you were both laughing, and out of nowhere he suddenly cupped your cheek and kissed you firmly. The sound of both your laughter was silenced instantly, and for a moment the only sound being heard was the nintendo menu soundtrack and the beating of your own heart in your ears. When the kiss was broken after a few long seconds, Sihtric looked at you with a half smile and he slowly traced his thumb over your lower lip. When he felt your hands move up his body and underneath his cropped shirt, he leaned back in to capture you in another firm, head spinning kiss. Soon, the sound of heavy breaths and soft gasps filled the room along with the cheerful Nintendo melody, and your hands moved through his hair while he squeezed your waist as you made out on his bed.

'Hold on,' Sihtric husked and pushed himself up from the bed, 'let me put on that record now, sweetheart.'

He quickly grabbed the vinyl you had been looking for at the store the day before, and he switched on his record player and pressed auto-repeat. When the song began to play, Sihtric took a small box out of a drawer and returned to you on the bed. You sat up and leaned in when he beckoned you closer. He opened the box and looked at you as he leaned his shoulder against yours.

'You want to share some devil's lettuce, baby?' he asked, sweetly.

'W-what?' you frowned, confused, 'I… hm, what is that?'

Sihtric smiled at you, but then realised you were truly confused and didn't know what he meant.

'Devil's lettuce,' he smiled and held up a half smoked blunt, 'is weed, sweetheart.'

'Oh,' your eyes grew big, 'oh, I, eh… I've never… you know…'

'Wanna try it with me, love?'

Your eyes darted between Sihtric and the blunt he held up, and you smiled nervously while you considered his offer. But Sihtric already knew your answer, and he didn't want you to do anything you didn't truly want only to impress him or whatever you thought you had to do. He already liked you for you and didn't want to change you.

'Hey, it's okay, doll,' he almost whispered and held your chin, 'you don't have to try it if you don't want to.'

'Yeah, I… I don't think I want to,' you admitted shyly.

'No worries,' he pecked your lips, 'mind if I smoke though?'

You told him it was fine, and you sat back watching him as he lit the blunt and took a few long drags. He closed his eyes and smiled, then threw his head back slowly and exhaled the strongly scented smoke through his lips.

I am experienced, oh yeah…Face to face… and back to back…

You watched him in awe, the way he sat next to you with his eyes closed, his head thrown back and his lips parted in a smile, his neck tattoo completely exposed and his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed; it was enough to turn you into the neediest lady. And then he slowly opened his eyes, put the blunt on an ashtray and turned to look into your eyes.

You see and feel… my sex attack…

You gazed at each other and he leaned in, cupped your cheek with one hand and pulled you in for a heated kiss.

Flesh… Flesh for Fantasy…

He pushed you down on the bed, his hands shoving underneath your skirt, pushing it up and easily pulling down your fishnet tights and panties at once. You were quick to remove his shirt and worked his belt while he kissed you, holding your face with his warm, slightly trembling hands, his tongue in your mouth allowing you to taste the Devil's lettuce he just smoked.

We want…

Flesh… Flesh for Fantasy…

Sihtric took off his jeans and boxers and then completely took off your dress, leaving you both completely exposed while the music blasted through his room. He quickly grabbed a condom out of his nightstand drawer and pulled the blankets over you both. He then climbed on top of you, slowly grinding and teasing you with his hard cock, rubbing it against your soaked folds to the rhythm while he kissed you hungrily. He brought one hand to your throat and moved his other slowly down your side, to your waist. Your breath hitched when he lightly squeezed your throat, and your eyes widened as that was not something you were used to. Your previous lovers had been rather boring, so to say, and you looked up at Sihtric with uncertainty in your eyes while you placed your hands on his wrist.

'Relax, darling,' he murmured against your lips, 'you're safe with me, I promise,' he pecked your lips and then flicked his tongue teasingly, 'and if you don't like it then you'll have have to say it, and I'll stop, okay?'

You hummed in agreement and slowly released your grip on his wrist, then brought your hands up into his hair again, adding pressure to keep his lips locked with yours while you kissed. He then teased your clit with his fingers, earning soft moans and gasps from you even before he slid his fingers inside you. And when he did, you tensed for a moment at the stretching sensation, but you relaxed just quickly when you felt his lips drag down from your chin to your neck. You smiled and squirmed while he slowly thrusted two digits in and out of you, completely dissolving into the pleasure he gave you. Sihtric watched you with hazy eyes, admiring the pure bliss on your face and the sounds you made just for him and because of him.

'You're making such a mess for me, sweetheart,' he purred and continued to pleasure you with just his hands, to which you smiled and bit down on your lip.

Sihtric watched you closely with an intense gaze, desperately wanting to see your eyes roll back in pleasure, just for him, so he picked up his pace to get you to the edge as fast as possible. But he also wanted this moment to last; he wanted to torture you in the most pleasant of ways as long as he could. He wanted to break you, lovingly though, and he wanted to make you beg. He worshipped you and adored you, and he didn't want to hurt you, ever. But the thought of making you cry was one that wouldn't leave his mind while he watched you gasp and moan so sweetly for him. He wanted to see your eyeliner and mascara run down your face, and see your pink lipstick smudged and have his own lips and neck covered with the popping colour. He wanted to see your eyeshadow stains on his pillowcase when he was done with you, as well as feeling the burning sensation of the scratches that your nails would leave on his skin. Sihtric wanted to fuck you. Fuck you to the point you're all marked up and claimed by him. He wanted to own you, but not in a psychotic kind of way, no, only in a loving way.

And as he felt your walls clench around his fingers, knowing your climax was approaching, he pulled away from you. You gasped at the sudden loss, a surprised look painted your face as you looked up at Sihtric, who smiled slyly as he watched you being all needy and desperate for him.

'S-Sihtric,' you breathed, 'please…'

'I know, sugar,' he cooed and repeatedly kissed your lips gently, 'I know you want more.'

'Please,' you begged.

You heard his soft chuckle in your ear and then he swiftly moved to lay behind you. He placed his big, warm hand on your hip, pulling you flush against his body underneath the sheets and he wrapped his other arm around you. He peppered your neck with soft kisses while he smoothly slid his hard, twitching cock inside you. A sharp gasp escaped you, smiling, and the music in the background suddenly became quiet as the record player prepared itself to repeat the single. Seconds later you heard the familiar beat again, and you threw your head back at the feeling of Sihtric's slow, deep thrusts inside you. He kept his pace steady, rhythmically, and he cupped your breast only to massage it before he squeezed your soft flesh.

'Fuck, ahh,' he breathed, then chuckled and grazed your ear with his lips, 'I've never had a pussy this good.'

He brought his hand back to your throat, lightly squeezing it, and he growled when he felt your walls clenched tightly around him while a needy cry left your mouth.

'Hm,' he hummed, 'you like it, don't you?'

'Y-yes,' you whined, and moaned when you felt his grasp on your hip becoming firmer.

Sihtric trailed his fingers over your neck, up your chin, and he traced your lips lightly.

'Suck my fingers for me, doll?' he whispered brokenly while he began to thrust harder into you.

You did as he asked, sloppily sucking the fingers he had fucked you with before, and the sound of his heavy breathing only made you suck his fingers more eagerly.

'That's good, darling,' Sihtric rasped, 'just like that. Keep going for me.'

Your moans were muffled as your mouth was full, and only a faint cry of pleasure snuck out when he suddenly slapped your sensitive spot. You squirmed in his embrace, desperately wanting to reach your climax, but he continued to tease and edge you while he fucked you slow and steady. 

You cry…

Flesh… Flesh for Fantasy…

You brought your hand up to the back of his neck, clawing at his skin, turning your face to the side so you felt his hot breath on your lips and in your mouth as he pulled out his fingers. His pace became rougher, and each time you neared your climax he slapped your pussy hard and sunk his teeth in your neck, marking you, until you begged him to let you finish as tears ran down your face.

'P-please,' you cried, 'I n-need to… c-cum.'

And then he finally flipped you over, face down and pressed into his pillow, and he grabbed your waist to fuck you relentlessly. The fire in your lower abdomen rose quickly, and your muscles tightened up as the heat finally exploded inside you and spread through your entire body. You grabbed onto Sihtric's arm he had around you, digging your nails into his flesh while you came with loud moans, and inaudible curse words left your lips while he fucked you through your climax, chasing his own. And when his pace became sloppy, he dug his fingers in your your waist and you felt him pulsate when he stilled inside you. You were both breathing hard and heavy, gasping for air while you collapsed into each other's arm, and you were only brought back from your highs when you suddenly heard the record player preparing itself to repeat the record again. 

You looked into Sihtric's eyes as he held you, slowly caressing your cheek with his thumb while he gazed back into your eyes. You both had flushed cheeks and yours were covered with your smudged make-up, which Sihtric thought was the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. And you loved seeing your lipstick stains on his lips, cheeks, and smudged all over his chin, neck and shoulders. He leaned in and sweetly pecked your lips, then smiled at you.

'So… you heard that record enough now?'

'I think so, for today at least,' you chuckled and buried your face in his neck.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed, smiling, 'well, we could always listen to it again tomorrow.'

'Only tomorrow?'

'Tomorrow,' Sihtric whispered and kissed your forehead, 'and every other day after.'

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Sickness 3

Part 3

Anonymous asked:

Season four Sihtric, when the group are passing through the fields during that plague and the river. Reader is the lover of Sihtric and is sick. Her sickness gets worse after the run in with Eadith’s brother Eardwulf. Very angsty with the rise on emotions everyone is dealing with. Eadith tries keeping the reader alive with her medical abilities but it’s to no avail. The reader and Sihtric have what they think are their last moments before she is kidnapped along with Stiorra, Aelswith and Aethelstan. She gets better and reunites after the siege.

Pairing: Sihtric x reader (female)

Authors note: This is the third and final part of the request I took over from @sihtricfedaraaahvicius

Warnings: angst, angst and a bit more angst, heartbreak, some lowkey smut, breeding kink if you want, fluff and a happy ending, as requested

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Word Count: 4,6K

Tags: @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @hb8301 @zillahvathek @alexagirlie @gemini-mama @verenahx @csigeoblue @mysteriouslydeafeningwerewolf

"Why are you doing this?" Uhtred seized Sihtric's arm the moment they stepped out of Edward's tent, his eyes sweeping over the young warrior's ragged features. Sihtric was a complete wreck – his once neatly braided hair now a tangled mess, his armour filthy, and splattered with mud and blood. The dark circles under his eyes were not unusual given the thirty-day siege of Winchester, it was the vacant, haunting  look in them that bothered Uhtred.

Sihtric shrugged his shoulders, avoiding Uhtred's stern and questioning gaze. "I just think it's worth a shot."

"No, it's not. And you know it. It's complete madness. Sihtric, look at me." Uhtred's voice grew angrier as he pointed his index finger at Sihtric's chest. "You can't keep going like this. Don't you understand..."

"No, you don't understand. I have nothing left in this world." Sihtric's voice cut off Uhtred's words as he took a step closer, locking eyes with him.

"I've lost people dear to me too. I know the pain, but..."

"Lord, you've always had your children, your dream of regaining Bebbanburg for them. I have nothing. No past, no present, no future. I've lost everything. At least I can try to be useful," Sihtric's voice quivered as he turned away, marching toward a group of waiting warriors with determined steps.

"That daft bastard is trying to get himself killed," Uhtred muttered to Finan and Osferth, his anger evident in his trembling voice.

"I'll talk to Sihtric later. Try to make him see some reason. He's not thinking straight,” Finan offered in a hushed tone, placing a comforting hand on Uhtred’s shoulder.

It was later in the night, the warming fireplace casting flickering flames into the fresh air as darkness descended, that Finan decided to try and bring Sihtric back to his senses.

"Here, have a drink," he approached with an ale mug in his hands, offering it to Sihtric as he settled himself on a large trunk that served as a makeshift bench next to Sihtric, sitting on the ground, his hands on his knees and back leaned against the same trunk.

Finan cleared his throat. "You've been volunteering for every reckless assault that Edward suggests. The ground outside the gates is littered with the fallen. It's a wonder you're still among the living."

Sihtric took a sip and sighed. "I've been wondering why the gods won't let me join them in Valhalla. It feels like they're either mocking me or punishing me for not being able to protect the greatest gift they gave me." Sihtrics gaze remained fixed on the flames dancing around the firewood, as if searching for answers in their flickering depths.

"Lad, you can't blame yourself for what happened."

"It wouldn't have happened," Sihtric said, his elbows on his knees as he clutched the ale mug, his vacant gaze fixed somewhere in the dark beyond the flickering firelight. "None of it would have happened if I hadn't been so foolish to let her come with us. It's all on me. I was her downfall. She'd still be alive if I hadn't entered her life in the first place. So don't try to tell me it wasn't my fault, because it was."

"You know you couldn't have stopped her from coming with us. She did it for the children, Sihtric," Finan said, his hand gently resting on Sihtric's shoulder, though it appeared that Sihtric hardly registered the touch.

"I just watched as they took her away. I was utterly useless. And now she's gone, Finan, and I wasn't even there. She died alone. She must have been terrified, alone and terrified, and there was no one there to hold her hand," Sihtric's grip on the ale mug tightened, and with a forceful motion, he hurled it into the fire, making the flames momentarily flare and dance.

"Every breath I take feels like it burns my lungs,” Sihtric continued, his voice reduced to a faint whisper, barely audible over the crackling of the fire. He turned to face his friend, and in the flickering light, Finan could swear he saw tears glistening in Sihtric's eyes. “Why am I allowed to keep breathing when she isn't? I don't want to walk this earth while she rests on the other side. My only wish is to find an honourable death. If it even slightly helps to secure Aethelstan and Stiorra's freedom, then I'll pass knowing my life wasn't utterly without worth."

“You can’t help them, if you are dead,”  Finan was not ready to give up so easily, "And if there's one thing I'm certain of - she wouldn't want you to carry this burden. She loved you with all her heart, and she wouldn't want to see you like this. You're looking for the easy way out, my friend. If you truly loved her, find the strength within you to keep on living. Do it for her," Finan tapped his friend on the shoulder, as he raised himself to leave. 

Sihtric remained motionless, seated and hunched forward, his head cradled in his hands, his gaze fixed on the dancing flames, as the sweet but torturing memories of your first night together and of your first kiss overflooded him like every night.

Back then, he hadn't expected any of it from you. He had been thinking how to convince Uhtred to give him another mission and let him leave. The memory of how close he'd come to losing his composure the day before still made his cheeks flush and his stomach flip every time he thought about it. The moonlight caressing your skin, shimmering in your eyes, the gentle touch of your hand on his, and that incredibly sweet scent you wore—a mix of lavender and rose oil with something uniquely yours—it had overwhelmed him. He'd almost blurted out his feelings and ruined everything.

Truth was that you were just perfect for him. Your vivacious and kind nature, your constant efforts to lift the spirits of those around you, your unconditional love for the children,  your attentive and caring attitude—every little detail had captured his heart from the very beginning. He was utterly smitten, and yet utterly devastated at the same time, for he couldn't fathom confessing his admiration to you, let alone entertain the notion that you might feel the same way. He just wasn't ready to face the possibility of your rejection. The night before, he had come perilously close—far too close to the brink of making a fool of himself by revealing his longing. 

To say that your words had caught him by surprise would mean to say nothing. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Your soft, melodic voice still resonated in his ears, and your words were etched into his memory. Just three simple words: "I like you." Yet, those words had changed everything, turning his life upside down in a single moment. 

And then you had kissed him. The soft, lingering touch of your lips against his was like a bolt of lightning for Sihtric, catching him completely off guard. It felt as though he had forgotten how to breathe, and his heart raced in his chest as he cradled your face in both of his palms, pulling you slightly back, his eyes searching yours for any sign that this was some kind of cruel joke. But the sincerity in your gaze, so tender and with tears welling up in the corners of your eyes, filled his chest with such warmth. As he leaned in to kiss you back, he was flooded with happiness and that weird feeling of frogs jumping around in his stomach.

His fingers trembled as he cupped your cheeks. He recalled your sharp exhale as he pressed you closer to his chest, wrapping his arms around your waist, and how you traced his arm up to his shoulders, settling yours around his neck, fingers teasingly tangling in his hair and pulling him even closer. 

The fire was slowly fading, but Sihtric couldn't bring himself to move and fetch more firewood. With his head still cradled in his hands, a desperate, muffled moan escaped his  lips as he recalled the way your lips had brushed against his—so shy, tender, sweet, and warm. He recalled your trembling breath and the soft gasp with which you parted your lips, to let his tongue into your mouth. 

Even now his breath grew heavier at the sweet memory of how trustfully you had surrendered to his heated touch, how instead of withdrawing or pushing him away you had kept pressing yourself tighter against his chest, your fingers raking his hair.

Sihtric closed his eyes, letting himself be completely carried away to that evening.

It was as if he could still feel the sweet taste of your lips, filling him with hunger and desire above anything he had ever felt. He could barely breathe from the yearning that consumed him, feeling painfully restrained in his breeches. 

He remembered every small detail, every word, every sigh and every glance as if it all had happened just moments before. He remembered groaning against your lips, as he noticed your breath accelerating as his hands slowly reached your hips and wandered further down pressing you firmly against his crotch, his arousal hard to ignore. 

He craved for you like he had never craved for anybody before, but the last thing he had wanted was to scare you or to push you into something you didn’t want or wasn’t ready for. He had tried to withdraw, tried to explain, to let you know how much you had him under your power.

He remembered the spark in your eyes as you smiled at him, your fingers caressing his cheek gently, your thumb softly gliding over his lower lip. 

"Follow me," you had whispered, your lips brushing against his ear, your warm breath teasing his skin as you took his hand in yours and turned towards the house, guiding him with you. And he had followed willingly, allowing you to lead, his fingers entwined with yours,  excitement and curiosity pulsing through his veins.

Sihtric recalled how surprised he was as you led him into the silent, sleeping house and into your room.

 "Lady, I…" he had started to speak, his voice rasped, desire and longing evident in his hoarse tone.

"Sihtric," you didn't let him finish, taking his hand and pressing his palm to your cheek, cuddling against it. "Please, make love to me tonight."

Sihtric felt a sudden warmth spreading across his face, cheeks flushing as he repeated these words in his mind. He had thought himself caught in a dream. A dream he was sure he never wanted to wake from. A dream that had turned into a nightmare.

He had almost choked on his breath as your fingers began to unfasten the straps of his leather armour, but he didn’t stop you. He kept watching your every movement, as your slender fingers unstrapped his belt and let it fall to the ground with a light metallic sound. A sigh rolled over his lips, as you tugged at the lower edge of his armour in an attempt to pull it off him. He had wrapped his hands around yours, bringing them to his lips and pressing gentle kisses to your palms, before he helped you to finish what you had started. 

He remembered his fingers trembling in anticipation as he placed his hands at the front of your dress, his lips almost touching yours. “May I?” was the only thing he had managed to whisper, his lips curling into a smile at your soft  “Please,” followed by a whimper as his fingers began to gently pull at the laces beneath your breasts. 

Unable to control that sharp gasp followed by a low, almost desperate moan that left his lips, he had marveller at your naked body revealed to his eyes as your dress flung to the floor.

“Gods, you are so beautiful,“ he had murmured, stepping closer and wrapping his warm, slightly sweaty hands around your waist, his rapid breath betraying his excitement. 

Soft giggles had bubbled over your lips as he lifted you in his arms and carried you to the bed.  

A soft sob shook Sihtric’s shoulders at the memory of your fingers impatiently pulling at the laces of his breeches, stroking his hard length through the fabric, while he freed you from your underpants, settling between your thighs. 

The sweet taste of your body lingered on his tongue as he remembered his lips relentlessly roaming your naked body, every curve and every line of it, starting from your jaw down to the collarbone, passing your breasts, suckling lightly at each of them and travelling further down to your stomach, sucking and leaving small biting marks on your sensitive skin, your muffled moans of pleasure a sweet melody in his ears.

You had been so sweet and trusting, yielding to his touch, letting him take the lead. He was a man, a Dane and a warrior, not a saint; he had had women before and not few. He had loved and been betrayed, he had sought comfort and pleasure in the arms of women who sold their affection for gold, and satisfied his desires in the beds of bored housewives and adventurous maidens. He had once considered himself unworthy of true love, but everything had changed the moment he had met you. He was in love, deeper than he had ever been before. He didn't want you just for this one night; he wanted you for every night and day, for all eternity and beyond, for all the good days and bad days. He yearned to savour every moment with you, to taste you, to pleasure you, to bring you to the brink of ecstasy, and to lose himself in the depths of his own passion and devotion.

And when you nodded your agreement to have him, to welcome him into your body, and he finally dared to immerse himself in the pulsing warmth of your core, your walls taking him in and squeezing around him, he felt as if he had ascended to Valhalla itself and he was sure that if there ever came a moment when he had to choose between Valhalla and you, he would pick you without a second's hesitation.  

Sihtric remembered how you sunk into the pillows, wrapping your legs around his waist, how your nails dug into his back, how you moaned his name bucking your hips against his and how your tight, throbbing walls clenched around his cock, the most wanton sounds leaving your lips as he kept fucking you through your orgasm, finally chasing his own high, the sight of you writhing beneath him, breathless and flushed, pushing him towards the edge.

He had wanted to withdraw before releasing his seed inside you, but you refused to let him, causing him to spill deeply within you, his pleasure indescribable. And for the first time in his life, he found himself silently praying to the gods, that his seed would take as he knew there would be no other woman in this world he would want to bear his children, apart from you.

“I love you,” he had whispered between panting breaths, “I love you, I love you, I love you,” he had repeated like a mantra, placing kisses all over your face.

“I love you too,” it had been just a soft murmur against his ear, but those words meant everything to him, causing his face to light up with a smile outshining a thousand suns. 

The night had swallowed the camp in darkness, with thick clouds shrouding the sky, denying even a glimmer of moonlight. The fire had dwindled, reduced to a mere handful of glowing coals that cast a feeble, crimson glow upon Sihtric's features. He sat there, his back resting against the trunk, elbows propped on his knees, and hands hanging limply. Tears trickled slowly down his cheeks, tracing wet, salty paths on his face. He made no effort to wipe them away, allowing them to roll down and soak into the soil beneath his feet.

The relentless, cold inner voice continued its cruel whispers, reminding him that these memories were all he had left. He would never gaze into those sparkling eyes again, never hear that melodic voice of yours, never taste the sweetness of those red, full lips, never feel the warmth of your skin against his fingertips, and never witness your children playing.

Could it be that Finan was right? Was he truly seeking the easy way out? The past four weeks had blurred into a hazy abyss for Sihtric. The initial hope that Edward's forces would swiftly reclaim the city had dwindled after several unsuccessful attempts. It was different this time, the Danes didn’t let themselves be provoked and Edward, losing his mind, worrying about his children, was acting more and more like a madman. Days passed by, and the slender thread of hope to find you that had kept Sihtric going had dissipated like a morning mist in the embrace of the rising sun. You were gone and he was utterly lost. 

Out there on the battlefield was the only place where he could escape, if only for a little while, from the agony in his mind, let out his anger and despair, losing himself in the frenzy of the fight, as the clash of swords, the deafening war cries, the desperate shouts of the wounded and all the chaos around finally drowned out the cruel inner voice that haunted him. He craved these short moments of oblivion like an addict. Tomorrow there will be another assault on the gates and he has volunteered again to lead it. Perhaps, if the gods would finally decide to show him mercy, a stray arrow might find him and bring an end to this torment once and for all. 

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You slowly opened your eyes, curiosity mingled with uncertainty as you took in your surroundings, unfamiliar smells and strange sounds wafting around.  A reflexive cough escaped your lips, and you winced, bracing for the anticipated sharp pain that had previously racked your lungs. Surprisingly, it didn't come. You took a cautious, deep breath, realising that the once-persistent ache and heaviness in your chest had dissipated.  

“Ah, you're awake, dear. Easy now, don't strain yourself," a hoarse yet kindly voice greeted you. You turned your head toward the source of the voice and found yourself met by a pair of bright, smiling eyes framed by a sea of wrinkles and lines. A wild shock of silver-white hair framed the old lady's face, cascading in unruly wisps around her shoulders. Her hands, gnarled and weathered, held a delicate grace as they moved with purpose and care expertly feeling your pulse.

"Where... where am I?" you managed to croak out.

"You're in Winchester, child. I found you in a cart left at my doorstep. You were in a dreadful state when I found you. And mark my words, if I ever lay hands on those heartless rascals who abandoned you here without so much as a knock on my door, I'll give them a piece of my mind they won't soon forget."

The old lady's fiery determination brought a smile to your lips, her strength and confidence shining through her frail exterior. You couldn't help but believe she was more than capable of following through on her threats.

"And what about the others?" you inquired, your voice tinged with wonder.

"The others?" the lady echoed, her brow furrowing. "There were no others in the cart, my dear. Just you."

Your smile faded rapidly, memories of the events in the woods rushing back to you, as the image of Sihtric and the others hanging their heads down from the branches of that massive tree intruded your mind.

"Oh my God! They're dead. They're all dead," you cried out, tears streaming down your face as uncontrollable sobs wracked your body. You covered your eyes with trembling hands, unable to contain the overwhelming grief that washed over you.

"Hey, take it easy," the old healer comforted you, passing a cup filled with warm tea. "It will help you calm down. I may not know what happened to your friends you mentioned, but what's important is that you have a second chance. For your sake and for the life you're carrying beneath your heart, you must focus on regaining your strength."

Confusion laced your voice as you asked, still sobbing, "What do you mean?"

"You didn't know? My dear, you're carrying a child, without a doubt," the old lady replied with a warm twinkle in her eyes, her tone friendly and reassuring.

“A child?” you repeated, your voice laced with disbelief. 

"Yes, my dear. A new life is growing within you, and it's a precious gift. You have been given a second chance, not just for yourself but for this little one too."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of a different kind. 

“I’m with a child, Sihtric’s child,” you murmured under your breath, as the thought of carrying Sihtric's child filled you with an inconceivable mix of emotions, joy and hope mingling with sadness and fear, but above everything a new sense of purpose to your life enveloped you as a warm blanket, soothing your aching, bleeding heart. It was as if a small part of him lived on within you, a reason to keep moving forward.

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Sihtric stood at the forefront of the chaos, his grip on the rambock's handle firm, his muscles straining as they battered the gate of Winchester. The deafening sound of the rambock colliding with the wooden gate was drowned out by the cacophony of battle - the clash of steel, the war cries, and the roars of men. 

With a final, determined push, the gates groaned and gave way, and the roaring and shouting throng of warriors surged into the city, their cries filling the air.

"The gates, the Saxons have breached the gates!" someone cried out as they ran past the healer's house. The distant sounds of battle reached your ears, drawing you out onto the porch. The clash of swords, the thundering hooves of horses, and the fierce war cries of warriors resonated in the distance.

Driven by curiosity, you took a few steps forward and as you did, a swarm of roaring Danes, emerging from a nearby corner and charging toward the gates, caught you off guard. You attempted to sidestep them, but it was too late. You found yourself swept up in the surge, desperately trying to break free, but unable to escape their relentless advance.

The battle raged before the gates, a chaotic and brutal dance of clashing shields and swords. You were helplessly dragged along, tossed about like a ragdoll, the warriors' roars echoing in your ears as you desperately manoeuvred between them, ducking, jumping, and sidestepping in an effort to evade the deadly flurry of shields and blades. A forceful shove from behind sent you tumbling, and you stumbled over a fallen body before crashing to the ground.

"Shield wall!" a commanding voice rang out, cutting through the cacophony of battle, followed by the blaring blast of horns as you crawled frantically through the tumultuous maze of countless stomping legs.

"Shield wall!" the command echoed once more, and the battlefield around you stilled as men began to fall back. Two shield walls formed on either side of the yard, creating an empty space between them and there you lay huddled on the ground among lifeless bodies and groaning wounded, your hands protectively wrapped around your belly. 

Sihtric's eyes scanned the empty space between the shield walls, as he strained to make sense of the chaotic scene, his heart pounding in his chest, the taste of sweat and blood lingering in his mouth.

Then, amidst the turmoil and destruction, his eyes locked onto a figure on the ground, crouched low, and clutching her abdomen. He couldn't believe his eyes; he thought he had gone mad, that grief and longing were playing tricks on his mind. His grip on his axe loosened, as he staggered backward, his mind racing with disbelief and hope. He had mourned you, convinced that you were gone, that he would never see your face again, yet there you were, a vision in the midst of chaos, a dream, a cruel mirage in the midst of war. As if frozen he stared at the sight before him, paralysed and unable to make his feet move until Finan’s urgent shout jolted him from his stupor.

"Dear God! Sihtric!" Finan's voice rang out, insistent and full of urgency. "It's her! It’s (Y/N)! She's alive! We have to get to her!"

Without another moment of hesitation, Sihtric rallied his senses and started to push his way through the shield wall, his heart pounding like crazy. He rushed to your side, sinking to one knee and turned you over to face him. There you were, unmistakably you, your face contorted with pain and fear, your eyes full with astonishment and awe.

“Sihtric?” you muttered, not believing your eyes.

"Gods, you're alive," were the only words Sihtric could manage, his voice catching in his throat as he lifted you and carried you away from the battlefield, his powerful arms cradling you gently. 

Desperately seeking a safe place to bring you, Sihtric's eyes landed on the battered gates that once guarded the entrance to the inner yard of the convent. It appeared forsaken and deserted. With no better options in sight, he nudged the broken gate open with his foot and carefully carried you inside and continued through the vacant courtyard, taking you to the far end of the garden, where he gently settled you on the ground, his hands instantly wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you into a tight embrace. 

He held you close, his trembling fingers softly caressing your hair, tears in his eyes, as he whispered, "I thought I had lost you forever.” 

“I thought you were dead, I mourned you and I wept for you,” Sihtric’s voice was low and croaky. “And I was ready to follow you to the other side. I was so angry at the gods for not giving me an honourable exit from this world. What a fool I was!” Sihtric nuzzled your hair, showering the top of your head with tender kisses.

"I thought you were gone too," you murmured, your face buried in Sihtric's chest, tears soaking his leather armour. "I was sure we would never see you again," your voice quivered.

"We?" Sihtric questioned, his brow furrowing. "Were you with Stiorra and Aethelstan? Do you know where they are?"

"No, Sihtric. I meant... I...," your words were swallowed by the uncontrollable sobs that shook your body. Sihtric gently cradled your face in his large, warm hands, tenderly kissing away your tears.

"My love, my daylight, my sunshine, my everything. It is a miracle I have found you again. I love you, and I'll never let you go. I am forever yours, and you are forever mine," he whispered.

"We are forever yours. We have been blessed, Sihtric. I'm… I’m carrying our child," you finally managed to regain control of your emotions.

"Child?" Sihtric felt a sudden dizziness wash over him as the weight of your words hit him like a tidal wave. He had a strange feeling as if his knees had turned into jelly, threatening to give way beneath him, leaving the big, blood-smeared warrior no choice but to clutch onto you for support. He stood there for a moment, his arms wrapped tightly around your trembling form, as if fearing you might vanish if he let go.

"Our child," he repeated, his voice quivering with a mixture of awe, joy, and disbelief. With a burst of euphoria, he lifted you off the ground and spun around, laughter bubbling from his lips like a madman's. Setting you down gently, he pressed a tender kiss to your forehead and then to your lips. His gaze locked with yours, radiating absolute bliss, as he slowly sank to his knees before you, his lips planting gentle kisses on your belly.

"Hey there, little one," he whispered, his voice filled with tenderness. "Can you hear me? I love your mom more than anything in this world, and I already love you too. I promise, no, I swear on my life, I will take good care of both of you."

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[finanmoghra]

Cruel Summer

damn seasons part 1

pairing modern!Eadith x ofc

summary This could be a sweet friends to lovers story, if only the summer wasn't so cruel.

warnings angst/fluff, slight mention of aggression, implied smut/suggestive

word count 5.4k

a/n i used some stefanie's pics on the moodboard where she is blonde, but eadith still being a redhair right. this story takes place in no specific country or city. also, there's no blood feud between families in this, kjartan is tove and sihtric's father but he does not take place in the story, they actually live with their mom and stepdad, its not important at all, just the backstory i had created.

Eadith is her best friend. Tove have met her when she was 15, Eadith has just moved into her town and she started to study with her brother, Sihtric, and his band of friends, who are also Tove's friends despite being 2 years older than her. It was naturally, the boys —that includes Aethelflaed, 'there is nothing ladylike in the way she throws a punch' as Uhtred says — brought her to their circle of friends and as she was closer in age with Tove, their friendship just happened.

Since the first day it has been them, Sihtric, her big brother, is friend with Uhtred and Finan since they were babies, and when Tove was born, the boys were enchanted with their little princess — as Sihtric said, and later swore they will always protect her at all costs. The years went by and nothing changed, it was Sihtric, Finan, Uhtred and Tove, the princess in danger who they, the fearless warriors, need to rescue, as they always play. Until new faces were showing up, Aethelflaed, and her half-brother, Osferth joined the band when they were about 11, 10 years old. They were inseparable, and their families being close contributed to it.

When she first met Eadith, Tove felt something different about her, but she couldn't know what, so she let it go, she kept to herself this unfamiliar feeling everytime she was on Eadith's presence, in order to forget about it. Until her second year at uni.

Tove was studying ASNC - anglo-saxon, norse and celtic -, a subject she was always interested as her family has a big norse inheritance, and because of that she planned to do her master program in Denmark. In some way Tove could handle the studying life with their nights out, at a pub, a club or a party.

It was at one of those parties that everything happened. Tove was way too drunk, trying to find her way to a bathroom and she found one at upstairs of the house. What she didn't know was that Eadith was following her, trying to look after her, so when she opened to go out and found Eadith leaning on the doorway, waiting for her, Tove couldn't contain her surprise.

— Eadith! Hey, what you're doing here? — Tove asked leaning on the doorway as well.

— Tonight is my turn to keep an eye on you. — Eadith said, with a playfull tone, but she was serious. They all have this kind of agreement that at least one of them won't get too drunk for emergencies, it's their way to look after each other.

— I'm not even that drunk! — Tove's voice was disagreeing with her. — You can go and have some fun.

— I am not on the mood for party at all, I'm good here.

With a courage coming from nowhere - all the alcohol she consumed - she came closer to Eadith. — Well, then let's have some fun the two of us.

Before Eadith could say anything, Tove's lips were crashing hers. At first she didn't stop, because she's been wanting this for so long and Tove's soft lips against hers was definitely the kind of fun she was needing. But then she remembered Tove was drunk and broke the kiss.

— Okay, lady, I think it is time for you to go home, come. — Eadith said, still close to her, fixing her hair.

Tove didn't protested and Eadith took her to Sihtric, and they both agree to go home and left the party.

When the next day came up, it was like nothing had happened. Eadith didn't touch the topic and Tove didn't remember, yet. It took her a day or two to realise that it wasn't a dream, - c'mon, she had dreamt of this too many times to realise it had truly happened - she had kissed Eadith. And she wanted to do again.

However, she couldn't. Eadith is her best friend, she couldn't risk ending up their friendship for something silly like this. So she let it go, again.

The realization came several months later. Tove was one month away from finishing her degree and started to organize her life to her Master program. She and Eadith still being friends and very closer, Eadith thinking that she forgot about what happened that night, and Tove pretending she actually forgot.

One day Tove was walking on campus towards the library when she saw Eadith talking with a guy, he was obviously flirting with her and she was smiling to him. Tove got angry, she rushed to the library, and let the tears fall silenty. She didn't like this feeling, she didn't like what this feeling means. So she masked it as stress coming from the exams.

Tove was miserable for days, and everyone noticed, including Eadith, but she got nothing from her.

Sihtric started to get worried about his little sister, he knew something was hurting her. It was a normal thursday, Sihtric was at home, so he found it strange when Tove showed up at noon when she was supposed to be in her lecture.

As soon as she arrived home, Tove rushed to her bedroom and lock herself there. Of course Sihtric followed her.

— Tove, open the door, talk to me. — he asked at the door, for the third time.

— I don't want to talk, Sihtric, leave. — she said and he could notice by her voice that she was crying.

— C'mon, at least let me be with you, you don't need to say anything now.

No answer came immediately, but after some time he could hear that she unlocked the door. When he enters in her bedroom, she's already back at her bed and he lays down besides her, giving her a tight hug and she cried more.

— You say you're fine, but I know it isn't true. Don't tell me it's the exams, I know there's something more. You don't need to tell me anything, just don't lie. — Sihtric gives her a kiss on her temple — But if someone did anything to you, that you need to tell me. — he said on his protective brother tone.

Tove let out a little laugh. She has the best brother in the world.

— It's Eadith. — she says after she calmed down — She's going out with that guy.

— And what's the problem?

— The problem is that I love her! — she exclaimed — Not like you do, I love her.

Sihtric didn't know what to say, he only knew that advising her to talk about it with Eadith wouldn't happen. Tove is a stubborn bastard, just like him.

He just said to her that if it's meant to be, it'll be. Sooner or later. And Tove cried at that, 'cause she know it won't.

Her final exams have passed, as Eadith's and Osferth's. —The three of them were the only ones that still at uni, as the others had graduated a year before.— And that was a reason to party, they said.

So there is Tove, at a friday night getting ready to go to some club they chose. She picked out a little black dress, one of the milions she has and was finishing her makeup when Sihtric knocked on her door.

— Are you ready to go?

— Yep — she answered after applying her lipstick. — You’re lucky I'm on the mood for party tonight, or I'd make it the worst night ever.

— You don't think I know? That's why I suggested we'd go tonight, I see you're in a good mood.

— So we should stop wasting time and go.

Well, she was on a good mood, really. But  not anymore.

Tove was all happy and excited, and suddenly her feelings got all blue after Eadith arrived with Bresal, the guy she is going out with. It made her blood boil seeing him holding Eadith's hand, it should be her instead.

Sihtric looked at her, worried, as Eadith started to introduce Bresal to the others, he saw Tove giving her best to look strong as she greeted them, and as soon as they turned their back, he saw how she ran away.

He waited a few minutes to go after Tove, trying to keep up appearances, he saw that some of them noticed Tove vanishing but no one said nothing. Sihtric soon found her at the bar, asking for another drink.

— Tove, we can go home if you want, you don't need to stay. — he tried, approaching her.

— And you don't need to leave just because I'm in this pathetic situation. — she finally says after a moment in silence.

— I won't leave you alone, you're my little sister, I'll ne-

— I'm leaving! — she cuts him.

— What? When? To where?

Before saying anything else, Tove led Sihtric to a more quiet place, so they could talk.

— I wasn't planning to tell you this now, but I was accepted into a master program in Denmark, and I don't know yet when I'm leaving. — she cuts Sihtric again as he tried to say something — Please, don't tell anyone yet.

— It's okay, it isn't my place to tell 'em. And I'll support you in anything you choose. — Sihtric hugs tightly — I'm gonna miss you, you know it, right?

— Of course you will, — she laughs as he pinched her side. — I'm gonna miss you too, but now let's go back before they noticed and before I start to cry.

They came back and acted like nothing had happened, just like the ones who noticed something was wrong. Tove tried not to think so much about anything at all, they went out to club and have a great time, so she will try to do so.

She gave her best trying to keep in the partying mood, but at the moment she left the bar and entered the cab to go home, Tove couldn't hold her tears anymore.

The next weeks was a complete mess, Tove's time was consumed by things related to her master program, she had to plan her moving, check her documents and so many more. Fortunately she had her family to help her, as they're the only ones who knows she is moving. She had planned leaving in the middle of summer, but she had to change her plans due to her friends announcement after her graduation ceremony, that they're travelling this summer to the beach. And this isn't the kind of event she can refuse to go.

So she got her things packed, both for their trip and for her moving, and just as she finished, Tove heard the bell ring. She wasn't expecting no one to show up, so she was really surprised to see Eadith at the other side of the door, and even more to see the tears in her eyes.

— Oh! Eadith, what happened? — Tove asked worried, and before she could get some answer Eadith throw herself in Tove's arms. And Tove could never deny a safe place to her.

She could feel Eadith grabing her shirt to keep her closer, and the absence of an answer made her even more worried, if it was possible.

— Hey, love, it's alright, — Tove whispered while caressing her hair, trying to make her calm. — Please, come in so you can tell me what happened.

Eadith noded and stepped back to follow Tove into her house. She led her to the couch and brought her to sit close to her. Eadith didn't say nothing on the first moment, but after a time playing with Tove's wristband, she started,

— I, I had an argument with Bresal, — Tove could feel her blood boil by only hearing his name — He got too hostile over me, and.. and he bruised me.

She motions to her wrist and Tove could see the bruise there, she had to control herself to not scare Eadith with the anger she's feeling now.

— I didn't know what do or where to go, I could only think of you so I came here.

— Eadith, you're ok now, right? I'm glad you came to me, you will always find a safe place with me, you know it? — Tove only felt Eadith noded while hugging her. — I swear if I see that turd he'll regret everything he has done in his life. No one dares to raise a finger to my pumpkin.

Eadith laughed at the silly nickname Tove had gave her years ago, when they met. —Your hair reminds me of pumpkin pies, so it's fair for you to be my pumpkin. — she said.

Tove felt relieved to achieve her goal, Eadith now is more calm and hearing that laugh made her heart warm. She could spend a lifetime hearing that laugh, seeing her girl happy makes her the happiest person. Her girl. Stop it, you fool, she's not your girl. Tove thought and regretted at the same moment.

Eadith got way more calm after spending some time with Tove, so she insisted to her to stay for the night. Eadith couldn't say no.

And when Sihtric went to talk with his sister after arriving at home and found the two cuddling while Eadith was already asleep, he didn't say anything, just smiled at Tove.

On the next day, they were all meeting to head to the airport, Tove and Osferth checking everyones documents and necessary items, as they always do before their trips, when they saw that turd, Bresal, passing by with a black eye and Eadith could only see a glimpse of a smirk on Tove's face while she continues to do her things, pretending she didn't see it.

The flight wasn't so long, and soon they arrived at their destination. The house they're staying was beautiful, close to the beach, it was perfect, except for having only a few rooms so they will all share. It wasn't a problem at all, Uhtred and Sihtric with their girlfriends got a room each, Finan and Osferth was sharing another, Tove and Eadith would also share the room and Aethelflaed was the only one to get a room only for herself. — I rented the house, so I get the room for myself. — she said.

It was okay for Tove to share a room with Eadith, nothing that they haven't done before. The real problem was that the room have just one bed. So Tove will have to share a bed with Eadith for three weeks, and she doesn't know how strong she can be, having to sleep so close to the woman she aches for. It will be a cruel summer with her.

The first nights were a bit awkward, but no one said nothing until they got used to it. A couple days have passed since they arrived, they had spent most of their days at the beach, and wandering around the small city they're staying at. Now it's evening and her friends are getting ready to go out for dinner, Tove have already decided she wasn't going with them tonight, and someone have asked her to check if Eadith is going with them.

So that's what Tove was going to do when she entered their room at the same time Eadith was leaving the bathroom, wrapped in a towel, looking for her clothes. Tove's mind was getting far from what she was supposed to do it, she could only think how she wanted to touch her pale skin, and trace her fingers the same path as water drops. She was so lost in her own mind that she didn't noticed Eadith calling her.

— Tove, everything's alright?

— Oh, yeah yeah, — she could feel her cheeks getting warm after being caught — I just came to ask if you're going out for dinner or if you're gonna stay?

— I'm gonna skip it today, I need to get a rest, 'm still too tired from the beach.

If I could do everything that I want, the last thing you would get is a rest. Tove thought. Gods, I need to stop thinking about this.

She only nodded and left, heading downstairs to tell her friends they're staying. After getting herself a quick snack, Tove went back to her room and found Eadith brushing her hair.

— Oh god, you scared the shit out of me! What are you doing here? — she asked exasperated, making Tove let out a laugh.

— I'm sorry, bae. — Tove got closer and left a kiss on the top of her head, — I didn't want to go out neither. — she said while looking for some comfortable clothes to sleep.

After a while, they were both lying in bed, Tove was trying to read but couldn't focus on other thing than Eadith turning from side to side. She left her book at the bedside table before turning to Eadith.

— Can't sleep?

— No. — she pouted her lips and Tove couldn't think of anything cuter than this.

— Come here, then. — Tove opened her arms and Eadith accepted her embrace. She felt her body tensed but as she started caressing her hair, she could felt Eadith's body relaxing.

The silence remained for a while, Tove thinking that Eadith had already slept but suddenly felt her body tensing again.

— Tove? — she asked with a low, muffled voice, as her face was pressed against Tove's neck, which made her feel shivers.

— Hmm, yeah?

— Do you remember that last party at Erik's? — now it's time for Tove's body tenses.

— I, I.. Yes, I remember.. Wh-what about?

— When you.. when you kissed me, — she moved to look at Tove's eyes. — Did you really meant to do that, or.. you were just drunk acting?

— Eadith...

— No, tell me, I need to know Tove, please.

Tove hesitated a bit before answering, — I did mean to do it.

— Then why did you pretend you didn't remember? — Eadith frowned her eyebrows.

— 'Cause.. I wanted to do it again! It was easier to pretend I didn't remember and didn't want to do it again. It was easier to try to forget than bring this up and ruin our friend-

Her words were cut off by Eadith's lips crashing against hers. Tove was too surprised to react at first, but she didn't miss a second after realizing what was happening. She had Eadith's lips against her owns again. And this time was better than the first.

Tove didn't waste more time, guiding her hands through Eadith's body until it reaches her waist, pulling her even closer. She let out a soft moan when Eadith pulled her hair, making her smile against Tove's lips, happy to cause that reaction on her.

Tove's hands found the way under Eadith's shirt, the contrast between her cold fingers and the warm skin made the ginger gasp, which opened the way for her tongue between Eadith's lips, deepening the kiss even more. Tove could die on her lips and she wouldn't care, she desire this for so long.

She grasps all flesh she can reach, not wanting to let it go, she wants to live this forever, nothing seems to be enough. She can't get enough of Eadith. It was all so new, the shape of her body. Making out with a woman it was definitely better than she imagined. She needs to have her at least once in her lifetime, before she goes.

— Love, you don't need to rush, we have the whole summer, hmm. — Eadith says after breaking the kiss, her fingers now caressing Tove's face.

And Tove didn't have the courage to tell Eadith they didn't. She didn't have the courage to end what had started now.

So she just muttered in agree, letting go.

The next day, Tove is awakened by the sunlight hitting her face, making her grumble. She misses the feeling of Eadith's body pressed against hers so she quickly get up, which cause Eadith to laugh from the other side of the room.

— Calm down, love, I didn't go anywhere, — she says climbing one the bed coming closer to Tove, giving her a soft kiss. — Good morning. — she whisper to her, putting her hair behind her ear.

Tove turns her face to kiss Eadith's hand, — Morning.. — she muttered against her palm. — I missed you next to me, it was sooo comfortable. — Tove's voice was a bit hoarse from the sleep, and that made Eadith feel something, definitely.

— I wish we could stay like this but you need to get up, Finan came to say we're going to another beach today, which is far so we need to leave earlier.

— Just more five minutes, please.. — she asks, snuggling in Eadith.

— It's tempting, you know, but we really need to get ready. — she says and leaves the bed again. — And if you don't get up, you won't be sleeping with me tonight.

It was comical the way Tove got up so quickly.

They didn't tell anyone what was happening between them. They use to be this close since always, so it wasn't awkward to see Tove and Eadith holding hands, cuddling, living in their own world. But Sihtric noticed it was something more, and he was sure something was happening when he saw the love bites. And Sihtric knows his sister well enough to know she didn't said anything about leaving.

One night they were all at the house deck, chatting, drinking, playing some card games until it was very late and one by one started to retire to their rooms, only lefting Eadith, Tove and Sihtric. The ginger one whispered to Tove she'll be waiting her and said good night to Sihtric before leaving. Tove blew a kiss to her and was smiling at the direction she went, until she heard Sihtric calling her.

— So, what's up between you two?

— Hm, what d'you mean?

— C'mon, I'm not blind, are you two finally together? How did that happened?

Tove sighed, knowing she couldn't hide anything from her brother even if she tried.

— It just happened. We didn't talk about what we are, we just enjoying each other, it's summer after all.

— So, you did tell her you're leaving, right?

— I didn't..

— Tove, you- — Sihtric started but Tove cut him off.

— Don't say it, I know I'm being stupid, but I can't tell her, I cannot not have this with her, at least for now. — Sihtric was trying to say something, and Tove didn't let him. — I'm a coward, I know and I don't need you saying this and how wrong I am. — Tove didn't noticed the tears coming to her eyes and starting to fall. — I just.. I have longed this so much, I need to have this with her even if it's going to end soon, but I can't leave without it.

Sihtric came closer and held her, wiping her tears. He waited until she calm down to say something.

— I won't say what you want to hear, because I care for you and I want you to do the right thing. And I also care for Eadith, so I can't let you carry on with this and not tell you to talk with her. I know you won't gave up moving, it's your dream after all, and she would never ask you to do so. So please, tell her, I know she will understand. Tell her before it's too late and you hurt both of you.

Tove didn't tell her.

She couldn't tell her when she entered the room and saw Eadith in a tiny purple matching underwear, waiting for her in their bed.

The only things to leave Tove's lips that night was praisings and soft moans.

She was longing for Eadith, but she wasn't rough on her. Tove loved her on the most pure and passionate way, lustful though. She needed to let Eadith know how much she loves her through her acts.

Every single touch, kiss, bite, was full of Tove's passion for her. Tove could only hope Eadith would get it everytime Tove looks up grinning like a devil after bringing her to the edge, she hoped Eadith would get how much she worshiped her.

Time just flew by and the last week came. They're a few days away from going home so Tove decided to spend more time with Eadith alone. The redhead was almost sleeping after returning from the beach when Tove called her, telling to get ready.

Half an hour later, they're finally arriving at their destination.

— It's a date then, uh? — Eadith said after many times trying to know where they're going.

— Oh, shut up! — Tove said playfully, intertwining their hands again to lead her on the rocky way.

— It's so cliche of you taking me to a date on a secret place, you know that, right?

Tove stopped and turned back to her, her hands now cupping Eadith cheeks, which turned red after Tove looks at her with such intensity, she leaned on her, their lips now brushing against each other. — I know.. — she whispered and gave in, kissing Eadith deep. Tove will miss that so much.

They only broke the kiss when breathing was needed, the two girls panting heavily after an intense kiss. If Eadith's cheeks were already red, now they're even more.

It was only then that Eadith noticed where Tove had take her. They were at a viewpoint at the rocks of the beach, the sun was now setting and they had a privilege view of it, which made the place even prettier. But still, for Tove, the most beautiful thing to see there is Eadith. Her hair and skin were glowing against the sunlight, her eyes shining, completly enchanted by the view, and Tove completely enchanted by her.

— I found it earlier this morning when I went out, I thought you'd like to see. — Tove said only loud enough for Eadith to hear, not wanting to break the atmosphere.

— Oh, I loved it, It's so pretty. — Eadith answered, still focused on the view.

— Yes, so pretty... — Tove let out a little laugh, taking Eadith's hand in hers again, bringing it to her lips and leaving soft kisses all over it.

Tove led her to a bench there, bringing Eadith to sat on her lap, rounding her waist and resting on the crook of her neck. They just sat there for a moment, the quietness only being broke by the sound of the waves and the gasps and soft moans as they kiss. After breaking the kiss, they just stayed there in silence, their foreheads resting against each other, their breaths becoming just one.

— Tove, I think I- — The brunette shut her up by kissing her. She knew what Eadith was about to say, and she couldn't let her do it.

— There's no need of words, babe. — she whispered and Eadith just nodded and kissed her again.

Tove wish she could say it, and hear Eadith saying it, but she just couldn't. Not when she's about to leave.

When the day came, Tove gave her best to hold the tears when she look at their room and the beach for the last time. She was too quiet on the way to the airport and Eadith noticed it, and tried to cheer her up, — The summer is not over yet. — she said. But it is over to Tove, the moment she gets off that plane it is over.

While in the flight back to home, Tove decided to enjoy these last hours with Eadith, with too many kisses and sweet words, which made Finan change seats with Osferth, saying he couldn't stand one more minute with 'these two love birds', making them laugh.

And too soon, the time has come. As soon as they landed, they took their baggages and headed to the arrival gate to meet Ragnar and Brida, who were to be their ride to home, but they were all surprised when they met not only Ragnar and Brida, but also Tove and Sihtric's parents.

They all greeted each other and was talking about how the flight was, until Aethelflaed noticed the amount of baggage next to Tove's parents.

— Wait, are you going to travel again? — she asked looking between Tove and Sihtric.

— No, not them. I am, actually. — Tove answered starting to feeling nervous.

— What? To where? — Finan asked confused.

Tove could feel her hands shaking before she answer. — A University in Denmark accepted me in a master program, so.. I'm moving.

— Why you didn't tell us such good news? — It was time for Osferth to ask and he came to give her a hug, congratulating her.

— Yeah, and why didn't you tell us you were going today? — Uhtred questioned.

— I didn't want to ruin the trip mood making it a farewell trip. I know you will miss me, but don't worry, I'll be back and you won't even notice I was gone. — Everyone laughed at her coment and they all started to say goodbye, wishing her good luck on this new journey.

The only one who didn't make a move was Eadith, she was still shocked at the news, not even knowing how to act. She waited everyone talk with Tove before approaching her.

— Tove, hmm, can we talk? In private? — she asked with a low voice, uncertain of what to say.

— Oh.. Sure, yeah, let's.. Let's get a coffee. — Tove felt like she was freaking out. She was regretting so much not telling her she was leaving.

When they left, Tove could feel the gaze of all her friends, the atmosphere was now heavy and they sensed it.

They went to one of the millions cafeterias at the airport, Tove got a black coffee for her and Eadith's favourite tea before they went to a table.

Tove was about to say something when Eadith started, — So that's it, you're leaving?

— I have to.

— After all these weeks, you didn't think about telling me that it would be over as soon as we came back?

— Look, Eadith- — Tove's words were cut off by Eadith.

— No, after all these nights we spent together and now you're just leaving? Did I mean nothing to you? Did that night mean nothing to you? I gave myself to you and now what?

— Babe, please, hear me. — Tove took Eadith's hands in hers but she pulled it back.

— Don't call me that.. — Tove's heart broke even more after hearing that, she could feel how Eadith was broken because of her.

— I'm sorry, I know I should have told you, look, I tried to but I couldn't. You mean everything to me, every night we spent together mean everything to me. But I just couldn't leave without knowing what it is to be with you. I know I'm stupid and a coward, I swear I know, — Tove had to stop to breath and she noticed the tears were falling down her face, — Believe me, I hate myself for hurting you, but after having a glimpse of what it is to be with you, I couldn't stop, 'cause I'm so fucking in love with you that I wouldn't stand leave without have even kissed you again.

— I was afraid of telling you because I was afraid of loosing you. I need to go but I also need you, and this isn't the kind of thing I can choose between. Now I see I chose the worst way to go and not only lose you, I hurt you, so I'm sorry.

— I would never ask you to leave your dreams behind, Tove, you know that. I wouldn't want to choose me over your dream, you didn't need to choose between one or another, you could have it all. — She got up from her seat and approached Tove. — But I'm afraid you can't have it anymore. Farewell, love, enjoy your time there, I know you'll do your best. — Eadith left a last kiss on her forehead before she walked away.

And Tove? She stayed there for a while, tears still falling, too many eyes on her, before she decided it was time to go. So she left, she said goodbye to her friends and family one more time and boarded to Denmark.

#ems500 #eadith x oc #eadith x reader #modern eadith #modern tlk #the last kingdom #the last kingdom x oc #tove kjartandottir

[valhallasubstitute]

In Sickness and In Health

Finan X Eadith

Request: Can I request Finan x Eadith where he's ill/injured and she stays with him for a month or so to look after him. Except that by the time he's better he's coaxed her into moving all her stuff over, sleeping in the same bed because it's comfier and his supposedly platonic cuddling has definitely gone way past friendship. Bonus points if you can work in some cuddly and playful smut at the end because those two deserve it.

WARNINGS: 18+ SMUT, mentions of injury and infection, swearing

Tags: @flowers-in-your-hayr

@geekbookandnerd

@mariaenchanted @solinarimoon

wc:2336

It had been a long journey home.

The battle had been won and the boys had returned home safely but Finan’s wound was already showing signs of infection when they passed through the gates of Coccham.

The cut wasn’t particularly deep, at least from what Eadith could see beneath the puss and gunk that covered it, but it was long. It stretched from his right shoulder blade to lower end of his ribcage on the left, it would scar.

If he survived…

The thought had terrified her.

Plagued her.

His fever had taken days to break. Eadith had taken to spending her nights in the chair by his bed, from there she could make sure the fire didn’t go out and the Irishman didn’t worsen. She would hold his hand in hers and pray to a God who had never been kind to either of them.

She wiped the sweat from his brow and held him down when he thrashed in his sleep. She was exhausted. It took three days for the worst to pass.

When his eyes finally opened Eadith could have cried. She left him with Uhtred, Sihtric and Osferth and returned with a bowl of steaming broth.

The Irishman was propped against the headboard, his eyes heavy but, as always, they followed Eadith’s movements across the room. She sent him a small smile before clambering onto the bed. She sat cross legged in front of him, too relived to care for impropriety and held the spoon to his lips. He took it without complaint, without a smirk or sly remark and Eadith knew it would take time for the life to return to him.

It took another week before he could sit up on his own and by that time Finan had grown sick of watching Eadith run back and forth between his home and hers.

‘Osferth will be here by midday. You are not to move until he gets here.’ Eadith looked at him pointedly and he couldn’t help but smile back. It only seemed to irritate her more. Finan felt a flash of guilt as she glared at him, the dark circles under her eyes and the pain in her back she tried to hide from him suddenly becoming obvious as her guard dropped. He lifted his hands in surrender.

‘I promise… on one condition.’ Finan watched as she brushed a stray red hair from her face, her eyebrows raising as her interest peaked.

‘I hardly think you’re in the right state to be making demands.’

‘Indulge a dying man – ‘

‘You’re not dying anymore.’

‘No, but you’re killing me with all this back and forth. Just take some of your things with you when you come back.’ Eadith’s eyes widened and for a moment Finan wondered if he had overstepped, if she would come back at all. Finan chewed on his lip as Eadith considered, her eyes scanning the room before settling back onto him.

‘Maybe I will.’ He didn’t miss the way her gaze flickered from his face to the bandages wrapped around his torso as she spoke. Nor the tiny curve of her pink lips.

Finan could barely contain his smirk as Eadith returned later that evening, a basket of her belongings in hand. She unpacked them quietly, huffing as her blanket failed to fit onto the chair she had claimed as hers.

‘The bed is big enough for two ya know.’

‘I’m quite aware of how big your bed is Finan, I’ve watched you snore in it for the last week and a half.’ It hurt to laugh but it was progress.

His fever returned the next day.

On the third night Eadith climbed into Finan’s bed and held him until it broke in the early hours. Her clothes were damp with his sweat and her hands were trembling, but Finan was smiling at her.

‘So, this is what it takes for you to get into bed with a man.’

‘Stop talking Finan or I’ll smother you myself.’

‘You’d miss me too much.’

I would, Eadith thought, but she wouldn’t tell him what he already knew.

When Finan awoke, sticky and dehydrated, Eadith was curled up beside him, her hand still clutching the wet cloth that had long since dried. He took it from her as gently as he could and pulled the covers up to her shoulders. He watched her chest rise and fall and let his fingers dance over the delicate features of her face. It was the ghost of a touch, featherlight and fearful. Eadith didn’t stir and Finan felt peace.

He decided that he quite liked having Eadith in his bed. He decided that he slept better with her in it.

‘It’s rude to stare at a lady.’ Her voice was muffled and a little hoarse from sleep.

‘Mmmh, but I can’t help but notice how comfortable you are.’

Eadith groaned, her eyes still closed as she frowned at him.

‘How can a man be so insufferable this early in the morning?’

It was past midday when Eadith finally pulled herself out of bed. Finan’s bed. They had spent all morning talking, teasing each other until Finan had needed his bandages changed. She had left him with the healers, smiling as he flirted with the oldest woman she had ever seen.

That night she teased him about it as they lay opposite each other, the covers resting just above her waist. Finan played with the hem of it, his fingers brushing against her occasionally.

‘I didn’t realise that was your type, the young women of Coccham will be sorely disappointed when they find out you prefer their grandmothers.’

‘I can tell when a woman’s been pretty, it’s all in their eyes and their touch. It’s a gift.’ Finan shrugged, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

‘And what does my touch say hm?’ Eadith took her hands out from under her cheek and began poking the man in front of her, lightly so not to cause pain but enough that she saw the spark of amusement in his dark eyes. She knew Finan would only take so much but she hadn’t expected him to grab her and flip her. She yelped as her back was pulled to his chest, his hands resting over hers as he took deep breaths. He tensed, letting the pain flow through him before relaxing once more.

Eadith tried to sit up, to check on his bandages but Finans hold was tight.

‘Stay.’

‘Finan your wound – ‘

‘Is fine. Stay.’

Eadith didn’t argue. She didn’t argue when he asked her to stay in his arms the next night, or the night after, or the night after that. For comfort or for warmth she didn’t mind, it felt good to see him slowly come back to life and let herself relax.

It had been an entire month before Finan was able to have the bandages removed, the infection was gone, and the scar was a healthy shade of pink. Eadith would run her finger along it, enjoying the way goose bumps would follow in her wake. Or was it just the feeling of his skin?

But this morning it was not Eadith who let herself explore.

Finan had awoken to Eadith’s back pressed to his chest and the sound of birdsong in his ears. His hand rested on her waist and his erection pressed into the curve of her ass lightly. They had never acknowledged it; they weren’t children nor were they virgins. But there were moments Finan would swear blind she embraced it, pushed herself back further just to test him. See how long he could bite his lower lip or hold back the moan that bubbled in his throat.

Her skin was warm through the thin material of her night dress, and as Finan shifted his legs he could tell it had ridden up in the night. They were long and smooth, and he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to press his body between them, have her thighs cage his head or her ankles locked behind his back as she pulled him in deeper.

Finan let out a shaky breath, desperately trying to distract himself but the action sent shivers down Eadith's spine. She stirred, taking Finan’s hand from her waist and curling it to her chest, hugging it.

Finan’s morning voice was rough and heavenly to Eadith's ears as he greeted her with a mumbled ‘good morning.’

She let herself adjust to the light slowly, opening her eyes just a crack as Finan became restless. She knew he would want to stretch; she had learned that warriors never liked to lay still for too long, but she couldn’t help but tighten her grip on his hand, curling her body until her chin rested on top of his knuckles.

Eadith's lips brushed against his fingers as she smiled, the digits beginning to move in an attempt at escape.

‘Eadith.’ A warning.

‘Finan…’ Her voice was teasing, and Finan wanted to melt. There was a smile on his lips as he began to tickle her neck, his body acting as a cage as she squirmed. Eadith's laugh was carless, her movements pushing the blanket from the both of them as her hands finally eased their grip.

With his hand free, Finan let it travel south. His palm pressed against her breast gently, feeling its softness, his fingers ghosting over her nipple. Eadith gasped but made no move to stop him.

‘That tickles.’ The breathlessness of her voice made Finan’s cock throb. she shifted a little, pulling her long hair to one side, exposing her neck. Finan took the hint, letting his beard touch her skin before his lips.

She giggled.

Stubborn, independent, fierce Eadith giggled and Finan could die a happy man.

He teased her again, pulling her nightdress off her shoulder with his teeth. He was deliberate with his movements, letting the scratch of his beard distracted her before moving his fingers again.

Eadith's nipples were already hard from the morning chill, but Finan’s skilled fingers sent an aching to her centre. It was the simplest touch, rolling and pinching until Eadith felt so sensitive she couldn’t help but let little moans tumble from her mouth.

Finan responded immediately, letting out a groan from the back of his throat.

It was sinful and Eadith wanted more.

She turned in his arms, humming as his hands trailed to rest on her arse. He kneaded the flesh as she brought her hands to his chest. She could feel his heart beating frantically as they looked at each other, his dark eyes kept darting to her lips. He was smiling at her, smug and delicious. Eadith closed the gap between them, soft and slow.

Finan’s lips were plush and addictive, his tongue gently swiping over her bottom lip as he tried to deepen the kiss.

Eadith didn’t deny him, if his fingers were skilled then his tongue was saint like. She let out another small sound and felt his erection jump against her thigh. With a grin Eadith broke the kiss, her nails leaving little red lines as she ran her hands further and further south.

‘That tickles.’ Finan teased, his own hands growing bolder.

She watched as his muscles tensed as she brushed over them and relished in the way he arched towards her as she undid the ties of his breeches.

The fantasy of Finan paled in comparison to the reality; he was thick and long, his tip already leaking pre-cum. She brushed the pad of her thumb over it. Starting at the top Eadith slowly began pumping him up and down, feeling every vein and twitch.

‘Eadith, Christ please.’ Finan’s voice was desperate. Her heart skipped a beat and her cunt pulsed. ‘I won’t last.’

And Finan wanted to last.

Her hands were smaller and softer than his own, but her grip was perfect. Just enough pressure to inch him closer to the edge but slow enough that he couldn’t quite get there. It was maddening but he knew how she liked to tease.

Finan let his eyes trail away from Eadith's hands around his length to the opening of her legs. With the covers gone Finan could see the way she had parted them slightly, the mound of red inviting him in. without hesitation Finan slipped his fingers between their bodies and brought them to her slit. She was already soaking and Finan couldn’t help but curse at the feeling. He parted her folds languidly, spreading the wetness and enjoying the way she squirmed, how her grip tightened around his cock.

He slipped his finger inside without warning, Eadith's face burrowing into his neck as she called out. Finan matched the pace she set, curling his finger in time with her strokes. She littered his neck with sloppy, open mouthed kisses in between moans but it wasn’t enough for Finan. With a groan he slipped in another finger, stretching her as his thumb found her clit.

As soon as the pad of his thumb found her sweet spot her movements stopped but Finan couldn’t find it in himself to care.

‘Finan please…’ He could feel her tightening around his fingers, her nails carving little half-moons into thighs are her high approached.

‘Please what?’

‘Please, please…Finan!’ He felt her come around him, her walls fluttering as her slick dripped down his hand. Her breathing was ragged and as Finan took in her flushed cheeks and kiss swollen lips he knew this was the best morning of his life.

As Eadith recovered he brushed his hands along her body, imaging all the possibilities. He was painfully hard, the head of his penis red and weeping but the look in Eadith's eye told him that she was going to keep him like that for just a little bit longer.

She kissed her way from his love bitten neck up to his jaw. She planted her hands on his chest and straddled him, pushing him down as he tried to rise to meet her. Her breath was hot in his ear as she spoke, and he could hear the smile in her voice.

‘Now this may tickle…’

#tlk #the last kingdom #tlk fanfic #tlk finan #finan #tlk eadith #finan x eadith #finan x eadith smut #inga writes

[unicornlovedust]

a handful - finan x eadith - ale house pt. 1

summary/ set up: Team Uhtred/ Coccham squad in the ale house celebrating after a successful mission to defend Wessex. it's been a month since Winchester was reclaimed and Eadith and Finan have begun their inevitable romance.

In the ale house, Uhtred sits at the head of the table. On the bench to his left is Sihtric, Osferth and Stiora. On the bench to his right is Eadith, Finan, Father Pulig and young Uhtred.

warnings: fluff, sexual tension, flirting, pda, light petting, romance, light smut.

word count: 1,122

writers note: i tried to write the finan dialog in his irish accent - not sure how good it is, i can post a version without it but there isn't a lot of dialog anyway.  there is a follow up scene but it's very dirty (like proper sex init) so lmk if anyone wants more -- will probs post it anyway lol pics for reference -- enjoy!!

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Everyone raises their cups of ale in a toast and they all tilt back their final sips and continue to laugh at their celebratory conversation.  Father Pulig picks up one of the jugs and its light, empty.  So is the other one.  “We’re out of ale!” ——Sihtric announces.  Eadith is closest to the bar.  “I’ll get two more,”  ——she says collecting the two empty jugs that need refilling without complaint.  As she stands, Uhtred and Osferth each throw down a coin for her to pay with.  She collects them too and turns to walk through the crowd to the bar. Finan's eyes do not leave her as she turns away and he says to everyone without looking at them; “I’ll have to help her carry those..”  ——his words trail off as he stands up, making the easy excuse to spend time with her, not fooling anyone but they find it endearing even if it is predictable. As he approaches she is sliding the coins across the bar and the ale wench turns away to go fill the empty jugs.  Eadith is standing with both hands leaning idly on the bar when Finan struts up behind her. His hands land on either side of hers and he leans in over her right shoulder, kissing the small of her neck just under her ear which he knows she likes.  “Yer gonna need a hand with those and I’em ere to offer my services”  ——he teases as his lips linger and his beard brushes against her and she knows it’s him. She lets out a playful giggle, blushing as he slides his hands on top of hers, intertwining their fingers and wrapping her up in his arms and she feels his body hugging against hers. Eadith turns to face him and leans back against the bar. His hands return to the bar, still on either side of her, leaning in as her arms reach around the back of his neck, edging his body closer. She grins at him a moment, then, with a seductive spark; “I can think of a better use for your hands..”  ——she says looking up at him, eliciting a very flirty and dirty tone while massaging her fingers through his hair, urning him closer, creating only a fragment of space between them. Finan can’t hold back an excited grin and he fills the small space between their lips. They kiss deeply, not letting go but smiling and almost laughing throughout, passionate and playful. Their tongues dance. A little sloppy, they had been drinking, but they feel and act like the only ones in the room.  “Oi finan!?”  ——Finan pulls away, though it takes him a second to snap out of it, and turns his head around. Eadith continues to kiss at his face, little playful pecks on the cheek and neck and gently twisting his hair. “Hwhat??”  ——Finan looks over at their table.  Osferth said that, no Pulig, maybe Sihtric?  He had no idea, but Sihtric nods over to the bar redirecting his attention to the two jugs of ale that had been filled for them.  He didn’t know how long they had been there.  He lifts his left arm off the bar and stands up a little straighter. This motion turns Eadith’s attention away from him and over to the jugs as well. She clears her throat and picks up one jug and carries it over to the table. Finan swiftly picks up the other with one hand and walks it over, taking a sip off the top —— so it doesn’t spill of course.

Eadith pours young Uhtred and Pulig a drink since they are on her side of the table within reach and then sits down next to Pulig, where Finan was before, and fills her and Finan’s cups.

Finan fills Osferth, Sihtric and Utreds cups before sitting down. Stiora fills her cup with the jug Eadith had placed down and everyone pretends to not see it —— if Uhtred doesn’t say anything they don’t need to.  

Finan sits down next to Eadith, straddling the bench so he is facing her and turns his head to raise his cup with everyone in another toast.

They all take a swig of their fresh ale and continue to laugh amongst themselves. 

Finan, facing Eadith, gazes at her as she engages in conversation. 

Enamored by her every motion. 

Everyone getting lost in their drinks, Finan looks at Eadith and suddenly he continues his inner thoughts out loud—— 

“You’re jus incredaeble... so.. smart and braeve and beautiful and funny and...beautiful... ” 

Eadith turns to him and leans back a little into his arm and closer to his ear, but loud enough for everyone to hear——

“And you’re drunk”

——she teases him, simultaneously playing off his compliments to allow everyone to laugh and not be put off by their open affection with each other.

“No he says that when he’s sober too”

——Sihtric chimes in without missing a beat.

“Yeah and all the time too”

——Osferth adds very dry and matter-a-factly in a playful mocking tone.

“Couldn’t come up with any more words this time Fin?”

——Pulig asks rhetorically mocking him.

“It’s quite nauseating, but he’s not wrong”

——Uhtred adds with an approving smile and take another sip of ale.

He quickly misses Gisela and knows how much she would have liked Eadith.

Eadith quietly swoons to herself and smiles, looking back to Finan who shrugs at her——

“It’s truu”

——he says with a silly, matter-of-fact head tilt and Eadith leans over to kiss him on the cheek.

She holds it a second longer than usual and leans back into his arms with a smile.

He quickly gives her a strong peck on the lips and turns back to their friends and continues their earlier conversation.

Neither of them expected to find a person who would make them feel this way and Eadith never thought she would be with someone who openly showed her affection and adoration and always treated her with kindness.

She sits, drinking, leaning against his arm.

Her hand spends most of the night casually on his upper thigh the other holding a cup of ale.

Finan keeps his arm over Eadith’s shoulder casually and smoothly, occasionally fiddling with her braid and the other hand never without a cup of ale that he swings around, as he always does when he talks to animate his stories.

They all continue to drink and have a great time.

Finan and Eadith’s not-so-subtle affection is not unnoticed but does not take over the evening at all; it is a welcomed part of their group.

Everyone is happy with their happiness and they enjoy their celebration all night.

——They leave the ale house to go home ——*

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[skyebounded]

The King’s Request part 2

© Skyebounded, do not use my work, but you may share it.

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premise: Eilish gets caught up in a situation that may or may not be too much to handle.

Warnings: Gore/Violence, talk of sexual assault. (I think that’s all but let me know)

Word Count: 5.5k

A/N: Hey loves, sorry this has taken so long, I’ve actually had it written for a while but I wasn’t liking how it flowed, but I fixed it. Anyway here you guys go, I hope you like it.

Chapter Two

No hesitation was to be had, as my grip tightened around the cold metal hilt of my dagger, which rested just below the furs I was resting my head-on. I slowly opened my eyes into the blinding darkness. Through trial and error, I had learned that often when being hunted or followed, it was best not to let whoever it was, know that you were aware of their presence. I kept my eyes low, and my movements minimal as I tried my best to scout my surroundings. It became apparent to me however that the only sense that was going to aid me the most in this endeavor was my keen sense of hearing. 

The sound of heavy steps in the snow, followed by the sounds of metal clashing, was all I had to go on. I could have been fooled into thinking that perhaps it was a stag or something inhuman, but the sounds of metal were an indication that it was people. 

I steadied my breath, keeping it low and even. The footsteps were coming from my right, or so I thought, but the stirring of my horse made me question it.  Something spooked her enough for her to rear up and bolt. Unease set through me, she had taken off with everything that I needed to survive including my sword. 

 A twig snapped near my head. I prayed to Freya that I could handle whatever I was up against. They were leaning over me, I closed my eyes slightly, just enough for me to see but also to look convincing, and waited. His hands came to grab me, and that’s when I acted. I rolled to my other side and brought my blade into the side of his calf, tearing it to shreds. Warm blood sprayed onto my face in the process. The man roared, toppling over as he gripped his leg. He wasn’t going to survive that, I made sure of it. I jumped up, quick to my feet, but I kept myself low in case an arrow or ax found its way tearing through the air. 

I didn’t have time to process, to survey my enemies before I felt a cool metal pressed against my throat. My single breath of surprise caused the slightest amount of blood to be drawn from my throat. I could feel it as it trailed down my skin. 

    “Move and I slit your throat.”  His breath was hot against my ear as he spoke. “Drop it.”

 I steadied my breath, trying to think of my next move, but the cries of the man I had just cut were too much. I didn’t even bother to risk turning my head to get a better look at the man who now had me pinned against him. I dropped my only weapon.

    “No..no..no.” 

The screams stopped and were replaced with the sound of flesh being torn into. The man I had attacked was dead. A surge of panic coursed through me, as several men came into view. Very large, very scary-looking Danes were making their way closer to us. I didn’t recognize any of them, not that I had really been given the chance to go out and come face to face with men such as these. Part of me was slightly thankful for it. 

I was not able to count all of them, but there were enough of them that I knew I couldn’t handle all of them myself. I didn’t want to admit that I might be outnumbered and that I may or may not have stumbled into something that I did not know if I would make it out of. The men gathered around like I was some form of entertainment for their own pleasure, gawking at me with hunger. I had been in plenty of situations similar to the one at hand, from men alike taking what they wanted, and leaving me with nothing more than shame and loathing.  I wasn’t going to go through that again, I would sooner kill myself than allow it to happen. 

One of the men stepped forward slightly. He had to have been their leader with the amount of arrogance that was radiating off of him. He was a burly man, with raven black hair. Nothing special about him, no unique distinction other than perhaps a sizable scar on either side of his cheeks. 

    “What is a woman like you doing in the woods all alone?” he asked. 

His hand resting on the hilt of his sheathed sword, made me smile. Did he think that I was a threat? It made me think of Sihtric, and how I wished that he was here. If I made it out of this alive, I would never hear the end of it. He would make sure I knew how ignorant I was. I’ll show him.

I was not about to tell him anything. Who was to say that if I told them what I was doing, that they wouldn’t finish me and make their way after Uhtred. I decided keeping my mouth shut was the best idea. He looked at me,  suspicion and amusement resting on his features. 

    “She does not answer you, Torsten.” 

One of the men remarked. Their leader approached slowly, his head cocked as if I was something strange to look at. He placed his finger just under my chin, pulling my face up. I struggled against the man who was holding me, which only resulted in a firmer hold to my body. My skin had to begin to crawl at both of their touches. I jerked my head out of his grip, and the blade pressed deeper into my throat. 

    “Let go of me, or I swear I will cut your cock off, and feed it to you!”  

They all looked at me with shock, as if to think ‘how could she have said such a thing?’ They began to laugh at my retort.

Torsten nodded at the man behind me, who let his grip loose on me before he shoved me forward. Torsten towered over me. His eyes glanced over me with a sense of hunger, one that sent chills down my spine. His hands wrapped around my arms, keeping them restricted at my side. 

    “You are feisty, I like it.” 

His comment made my stomach curdle. 

“I haven’t had a good woman in some time, and I’m willing to bet that you would be just that.” He paused, running his hands over my body. “Perhaps we shall all share you, what do we think?” 

He glanced around at his men, and they nodded in agreement. He turned his attention back to me. 

    “See, it is agreed.” he laughed. I knew he saw the fear flash through my eyes momentarily because his smile only grew.  I tried to bring my leg up, in hopes that I could get away. He swiped my leg away with one of his own. 

    “Tsk tsk.” not so fast he remarked.

My breath was growing heavy, panic starting to spread through my body. I started to berate myself. How could I have been so stupid? 

“Rot in hell!” I spat in his face which earned everyone’s silence. He opened his eyes, with nothing short of a glare. I gave him my best scowl, not knowing how effective it would be now. I had been rewarded with an abrupt smack against my face. The cold air did little to soothe the sting that now sat on my face. Not one word was spoken. I brought myself to look at him, as I did he shoved me to the ground, my head smacking against the frozen soil.

The pain in my head spread quickly, and my eyesight blurred. If they were speaking I wasn’t able to comprehend a single word. I opened my eyes, having to blink several times until they came into focus. One of the men was making his way towards me, and I realized that I needed to move. 

I rolled over quickly and grabbed my dagger. It wasn’t much compared to the sword that the man had attached to his side, but it was all that I had. He grabbed my ankle, dragging me across the cold ground to him.  I tried to kick at him, but it was of no use. He flipped me over, squatting in front of me. 

I reared my head back and hit it hard against his, and he lost his balance. My head whirled at the pain, as I too fell back. I didn’t have time to spare, however. I drug myself to my feet before he could. He was slow, and I used that to my advantage. I straddled him and brought my dagger down to his chest, but he rolled us so he had the upper hand. My heart was racing. He got a hold of both wrists, pinning them above my head. Terror took over me, and my body reacted. I closed my eyes and kicked and screamed as he brought his face closer to mine. 

I brought my knee up as hard as I could, hitting him in the groin, rendering him semi-defenseless as he fell to the side. I grabbed my dagger and drove the blade into his chest with all the force I could muster. He cried out in pain. I jumped on top of him, straddling him as I brought the blade down again, a scream leaving me. A surge of power took over me, and I couldn’t seem to control it. I couldn’t stop myself from tearing into the man. 

 Arms wrapped around me once more pulling me from the dying body. I kicked, writhed, anything to break the grasp. I swung my head back, hitting the man in the face with the sound of a crack.

    “Dammit, Eilish!”

It must have been a cruel trick of the mind because the voice cursing my name belonged to Sihtric. He let go of me and groaned slightly. I spun quickly to see him in a bloody mess. It was none other than the Dane boy, gripping his nose. 

As I looked at him, relief came over me in a wave. I moved to him, but I heard a grunt coming from behind him. I pushed Sihtric aside, grabbing his sword from its sheath, just in time to meet the approaching man's blow. I kicked at his gut and he hurled over but quickly regained his composure, anger and rage-filled his eyes. 

    “You little bitch!”

He moved at me again, and as I tried to dodge, his blade caught my right arm, cutting into the muscle. I cried out, as the pain surged through me. As the man advanced at me again a blade came abruptly through his back and protruded his chest. The shock on his face was the last thing I saw of him, as he fell face down into the snow. 

Sihtric had stood behind him, as blood dripped off of his seax sword, and flowed from his nose. One of which made me feel guilty. I gave him an apologetic smile. All of me wanted to do nothing more than run to him. To have him hold me safely, but the look on his face stopped me. I did not know how to describe it, but it wasn’t a warm or remotely happy gaze.  

Sihtric didn’t bother to hold my gaze for long before he turned to everyone else. I hadn’t noticed, nor had it dawned on me that the others were mere feet away, meeting swords with swords. All of them, Uhtred, Finan, Osferth, and now Sihtric were cutting down Torsten’s men. 

In my moment of selfish recovery, a man charged at me, his blade ready as he took a swing at me, which I nearly dodged as it flew in front of my face. I met his sword with mine, deflecting his next swing. He didn’t seem to have any direction in the way he fought, only brute force. 

Me being smaller than him allowed for more agile movements.  I swung towards his legs, grazing his calf ever so slightly. He howled loudly in pain, but it didn’t deter him. He took another swing at me, this one with an insane amount of force. I tried to block it with my own blade, but it resulted in my sword flying out of my hand. His gaze moved to mine, and he knew he had the advantage. He lunged forward, and when he did I pulled my dagger and ducked under his blade. I plunged my dagger into his side and twisted it, anything I could to ensure his pain. Another cry from him had me feeling a surge of power and accomplishment.

 As I turned to face him, his elbow came down hard against my nose. Pain, immense pain filled my body. I could feel the blood rushing from my nose at the contact. My eyesight became blurry for a moment, and my head spun. 

While he was distracted grabbing his side, I did my best to regain my footing. I gripped the blade of my dagger and threw it through the air. It whistled through the air, as it came in contact with his head. His body stood still for a single moment before he fell to the ground. I was stunned that I was able to do that. I had been practicing with Sihtric for some time now, but I hadn’t been able to do it. I looked to Sihtric, wondering if he had seen it, but I watched as He took a blow to the head by one of Torsten’s men. The edge of the man’s shield had made contact and drawn blood. My breath hitched as he stumbled around. 

I needed to help him, to help all of them. I tried to join them, but someone grabbed my wrist, causing me to whirl around. 

Torsten tightened his grip as I tried to pull away. 

    “So you are a party to the great Uhtred,” he stated, pointing the end of his sword towards where Uhtred stood, fighting off one of Torsten’s men. 

    “Let go of me!” I put all my weight into my pull, which I soon realized was not a smart idea when he let go and I fell backward. A sword that belonged to one of his men, rested on the ground only meters beside me. I grabbed the blade and swung at him, but his blade met my own. 

    “You really are feisty,” he said, his eyes narrowed on me. 

Disgust and loathing were all that I felt when I looked at him. I lunged at him and he deflected it. His boot met my wrist, flicking the sword from my hand. In a swift motion, he had managed to grab a hold of me and pull me into him.    

“You're not going to succeed here, Eilish.” 

He whispered into my ear. His breath had imprinted itself on my ear. Hearing my name uttered from his mouth made me shutter. With the little wiggle room I had, I brought my left leg to loop under his and pulled. The force sent us both backward, and he lost his hold on me. I turned to face him, but his boot made contact with my stomach. Sending me across the cold ground. I coughed and grabbed my stomach as instinct. Torsten made his way over to me, his blade slicing through the air. I dodged his every swipe, something that Uhtred had taught me to do. 

He always told me that because I was smaller, I could dodge easier and move much faster than my opponent. Finan had taught me that I could use my size to tire my opponent out, giving me a fighting chance. 

I bent down and grabbed my sword, quickly turning and striking at him once more. As he dodged I swept his legs from him, sending him to the ground once more.  I placed my heel into the center of his chest, and my other on his right wrist, keeping it from the sword that he was so desperate to grasp. Bringing my sword up, I cut down on his arm. Slicing through the bone as he reached for it. His cry of pain could be heard from miles away no doubt.

 It had caused everyone who was fighting to look to where the sound radiated from. Sweat beaded down my face, as I looked out at the others. Sihtric took advantage of the last few men who stood there idle watching me with rage and fear in their eyes. He tore through the last man, his blade puncturing his throat.  Uhtred approached, putting his blade back in its place. Torsten was writhing underneath my foot, cursing me. 

“I need my sword, give it to me.” 

I knew that was how warriors wanted to die, the key to Valhalla. Uhtred picked up Torsten’s blade and made his way to place it in his other hand. Before he could, I plunged my own blade into Torsten’s chest, twisting it as I watched the life drain from his face. Small pools of blood raced down either side of his mouth. 

Sihtric had taught me, no mercy, for they would come back if I let them go. I had told him and all of his men that they would suffer in the depths of  Helheim, and I wasn’t going back on my word. They had tried to take something from me, and it wasn’t going to go unpunished. It had been taken from me too often, and I had never been able to fight back, but this time I could. 

Words were being spoken to me, but the ringing in my ears kept me from understanding. I wasn't focused on any of them, the only thing I could see was red. Petrified at the body before me. Arms wrapped around me and carried me away. Sihtric set me down and pulled his own furs over me. 

He was trying to comfort me, but I was unresponsive. I pulled my eyes shut, letting the noise of yelling dissipate. I took a deep breath and allowed all of my senses to return to me before I slowly opened my eyes. Sihtric stood in front of me, both his head and his nose covered in blood. His eyes were dark, and his expression was mostly unreadable.

 Anger was the only thing I could pull from him. His jaw tightened as soon as he realized that I was responsive and staring him up and down.    

    “Are you hurt?” 

His tone was harsh, harsher than it normally was with me. I couldn’t fully blame him, I  had just broken his nose, but something told me that wasn’t why he was upset. Besides the aching in my head, and the fact that my nose dripped with blood, I thought I was fine. 

    “How did you find me?” 

It hadn’t fully occurred to me how they found me, but I wanted to know. He bit the inside of his cheek, as he all but glared at me. 

    “Eilish, are you hurt?” 

His blatant disregard for my question was annoying, but not fully unpredictable. I let out a soft sigh. Finan and Uhtred stood only a few feet behind Sihtric, engaging in a heated conversation that I had a feeling was about me. 

 Sihtric grabbed my arms, holding them to my side. I pulled my right arm from his grasp, as a sharp pain overwhelmed me. I gasped and grabbed the spot, applying the slightest bit of pressure. I had been so lost in everything that I had forgotten about the gash that I had received earlier. 

His face softened, as mine became expressive. My brows furrowed and my mouth fell agape. Sihtric removed the parts of fur that covered the wound and peeled the blood-stained fabric that was stuck to the gash. He took his bottom lip in between his teeth as he looked at it. 

    “So you are hurt,” he remarked. 

He gave me a side-eye, as he returned the furs back over it. 

    “It would appear so.” 

I couldn’t help the roll of my eyes as he looked at me once more. The pain in my arm was unreal, throbbing in one significant spot, but yet I felt it in my whole body. 

    “I’m sorry about your nose.” 

My finger followed my words, as I pointed at the obvious spot that was broken. Finan made his way over to up, and just before Uhtred could make it over he whispered, 

    “He’s not pleased.” 

He gave a quick raise of his brows like he was ready to watch whatever was going to come next. I let my gaze follow him as he made his way to stand behind me, not fully out of view of what was coming. He was always too damn smug. 

 Uhtred strode over, evident what he was feeling. Beads of sweat mixed with the blood of his and another rested on his face. 

“What do you think you are doing?” he scolded.

It may have been lingering emotions from what had just happened, or perhaps his disregard from this morning when I was told to stay that was fueling me. I stood up straight and exhaled loudly as I stepped closer to him. He cocked his head at me, much like an animal does at its prey.    

         “Excuse me!” I snapped.

I was too aggravated to stop myself from speaking back with such a harsh tone. Sihtric’s eyes widened, and I could only imagine what Finan’s expression was. 

    “What was I thinking?  I do believe, Uhtred, that I am free to do as I please.”

He stepped closer, his eyes narrowing in on me. He was close enough that I could feel his icy breath on my face as he spoke. 

    “You are free, but you live under my roof and my care, meaning you do as I say.”

That right there was the exact opposite of free. Free was the choice to do whatever I wanted, say whatever I wanted, and not have someone tell me what it is that I am supposed to do or think. 

“You took me in, yes, and I respect that and am grateful for it, but that doesn’t mean that I get to be kept in the dark. You pawned of responsibility on me, that I did not want--” 

He cut me off,  “So you are not fond of the boy?” 

I let out a sigh of frustration. I was more than fond of Athelstan, he was everything to me. 

    “You know how I feel about him, but that's not the point. Instead of really taking me in, it seems that you only did it to ease your conscience and to rid yourself of the one thing that would make you forever tied to the King.”

He raised a hand and both Sihtric and Finan stepped closer. I didn’t fear Uhtred, nor did I fear what would happen to me if I spoke out. 

    “I have only wanted since I got here, to be a part of it all. I do not wish to be excluded, nor do I deserve to be. I am skilled Uhtred, I can fight much more than Eadith and yet you let her join you!” 

tears began to build up in my eyes, but I blinked them away. 

    “I only want to belong to something, to have value, and to be respected as I should be. You of all people should understand that. That's all you’ve wanted.”

Uhtred’s expression softened but only slightly. 

    “You think you belong here, with us? You have to earn that, and by getting yourself almost killed, and not to mention getting us almost killed proves to me that you are a problem, that you don't belong. I left you behind because I trusted you, and I trusted that if someone or something was to happen back home that you no doubt could handle it yourself, but here you stand, breaking that trust. You say you want respect, then learn to show some. If Osferth hadn't brought you to us, you would surely be lying under some man as he did what he pleased to you, no freedom and no sense of respect would have been granted to you, you are lucky to be alive and to be taken care of. ” 

His words stung, maybe worse than the wounds that I had gained. He was right about two things, if Osferth hadn't saved me then I would have continued to be used just as he said. Secondly, I had in fact almost got myself killed. I didn’t know what to say, I had become unresponsive, numb. 

Uhtred turned on his heel and made his way down to the rest of the party. Neither Finan nor Sihtric made any movement or comment. I didn’t know what felt worse, the fact that they agreed with Uhtred, or that neither one of them said anything. I pursed my lips, letting it all sink in. I had no longer felt the pain in my arm, I no longer felt anything other than disappointment. 

“Well.”  I huffed before turning to look at both of the boys. Finan looked as if he was in deep thought, and Sihtric was, as always, unreadable. I pulled off the fur that Sihtric had draped across me and tossed it in his direction, something he clearly wasn’t expecting, as it hit the snow. I turned on my heel with my head held high. I wasn’t going to let them see anything other than an emotionless warrior.

 I picked up my dagger that had fallen out of my hand when Sihtric had pulled me away. I wiped it in the folds of my tunic before sheathing it. I was now without a sword and a horse, as they had both taken off at the sound of trouble. Uhtred called out to his men, signaling them to move out. I sat down next to the lifeless body of Torsten. 

Finan made his way over to me, taking the spot of empty ground next to me. 

    “He’s wrong.” 

I tilted my head towards him as he spoke. 

    “What were ye thinking, following after us?” 

It was like none of them seemed to understand. Not one had taken the time to actually listen to what I had said, and it showed.

    “I was thinking that I meant something to all of you, even if it was in the slightest way. I was thinking that I could show Uhtred that I was worth something and that I was more valuable to him by his side.” 

He placed his hand on my shoulder and squeezed it. 

    “You’re a fool, you do mean something to us all. Uhtred speaks harshly, but he cares for you and he doesn’t want to see you hurt, but Eilish, he does have a point.” 

I went to object to him, but he placed his finger over my lips to silence me. 

    “Look, Uhtred is a stubborn man and we both know it, but you're acting childish. You almost got yourself killed or worse, and all for what, a bit of respect and a confirmation of what you already know. You are part of the family, trust me. The problem is, you’ve got to respect his decisions, cause at the end of the day he is the leader and we follow him.” 

Finan smiled and pushed himself off of the ground,

“Your work with a blade was beautiful.”  He winked before making his way after Uhtred.

A hand rested in front of my face. The three fine gold rings gave him away, Sihtric. I turned to look at him, he still had the look of disappointment and anger on his face. I grabbed his hand and he pulled me to my feet.. Even the slightest gesture of my hand in his felt tantalizing, a feeling that I surely only felt. 

    “Come with me.” 

He dropped his hold on my hand and walked towards the moving group, and I followed behind him. He made no efforts to speak, which led me to believe that he was more than angry with me. 

    “How did you find me?” 

His head twitched slightly, but he kept his gaze ahead.

    “Your horse.” 

My horse? She had run off, leaving me alone in the dark. I knew she wouldn’t have been much help but even here being near me would have given me some comfort in the situation. 

    “What do you mean?” I questioned. 

 “ Your horse showed up, while we were riding and I recognized it, that and your screams.” 

I nodded slowly as if he could see me. He craned his head to look at me, one brow raised. His silence was killing me. He was being cold. His gazes were made of ice, and that was all. I had the understanding as to why Uhtred was mad, and I understood that I put the rest of them in harm's way, but this was something more. 

We stopped walking, everyone was atop their horses and waiting. I caught Eadith’s gaze. She looked so captious sitting on her horse, staring down at me. She didn't say anything, she didn't need to. I was sure that Eadith was a nice woman, but she had something against me. Sihtric led over my horse, handing me the reins. 

    “Get on.” he ushered.

Once he had made sure that I was atop my horse, he pulled himself onto his own horse, moving to Uhtred’s side. It wasn’t hard to notice or even feel the hostility in the air, in fact, it was almost suffocating. They were all hypocrites. I had done nothing that any of them wouldn’t do. It was maddening to watch each of them sit atop their horses and act as though I was the one who was out of line. 

Osferth pulled up to me, he looked to be unharmed which was a relief. I cared deeply for him, he had helped me when no one else had, and for that, I owed him my life. I saw him as family, as an older brother of sorts. He didn’t look at me with any anger or disappointment, but with worry and solace.  A soft smile formed on his face, which I returned. 

“I’m glad you’re okay, lady. Sihtric recognized your horse, and we thought the worst.” 

A sigh of relief set over him as he spoke, clearly seeing that I was fine. 

“I’m well, I promise.”

Perhaps Finan was right in some aspects, I had respect from some of them. Finan, and Osferth at least, they had always made me feel like I belonged. They kept me at an arm's distance, never fully involved, however. 

When they had given me Athelstan it felt like an insult, like they had no other use for me except taking up a motherly role. It wasn’t until I went to Finan to teach me to wield a weapon, that they brought me slightly closer, but never fully in. 

    “You’re unharmed?” I suggested. 

He gave another simple smile in response. He was tired. I could see it, no doubt they all were. I was exhausted, and in pain, neither of which I wanted to acknowledge. The throbbing in my arm was becoming closer and closer to being unbearable. It hadn’t stopped bleeding. I didn’t want to speak up about it, I had already caused enough problems, and I didn’t need one more reason for all of them to loathe me.

 The air had gotten colder as the night deepened, it was burning my cheeks, and the wound on my arm. I grabbed it, squeezing on it to perhaps warm it or to soothe it, which one I knew not. I winced as I touched it, the coldness of my hand doing nothing to aid it. Osferth looked at me, his face screaming suspicion. 

    “Are you hurt, lady?” 

I did my best to soften my expression, hoping that he would leave it alone. 

    “Osferth, I’ve told you, you don’t need to call me, lady.” 

 His eyes fell to where my hand tightly grasped my arm. He hesitantly peeled back the furs, to allow him to see what it was that I was really holding. The blood had started to trickle down my fingers, causing me to squeeze it even harder. Osferth tried to remove my hand slightly to get a better look, but I wouldn’t allow it. 

    “Eilish, you’re hurt,” he stated. He pulled the furs back over my arm and looked at me. 

        “Indeed I am, baby monk,” I grunted,

He rolled his eyes, clearly not amused by the fact that I was joking about my discomfort. I looked ahead, surely we were going to stop and set up some type of camp, there was no way that we were to ride all through the night. 

      “We’ll clean you up when we stop, I promise,” Osferth remarked with a soft smile.   

“Thank you, Osferth.”

After several moments of silence and enduring the cold air as we rode, a small town came into view. Uhtred’s horse came to a halt, as did the rest. 

“We will stop there.” He says, before setting off once more. 

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To thine own self be true

Eadith x Finan for the TLKFFF2020.

Eadith realizes Finan is holding back and takes action.

Fills the prompts: Eadith trusts Finan with her life, but she needs to convince him she trusts him with her body AND it was never a pleasure for Eadith until Finan.

Explicit: smutty smut smut.

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Seeds We Sow - Winds of Change (ch. 2)

New Collection in my Wildflowers series, Sihtric x OC story.  I recommend reading that first. Moodboard made by me from images on Pinterest.

AN: Cwen and Sihtric just want to do what newly weds do!

Warnings: Explicit Smut (18+)

Word Count: 5,082

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Cwen felt herself relax as her back arched into Sihtric’s body, pushing both against him and the back door of their home.  He had surprised her while she stepped out back to feed their chickens, pulling her close and trapping her outside between himself and the door.  

Her initial fright readily gave way to other base instincts as her husband quieted her shriek with his lips on hers, his tongue begging for access.  His hands traveled down her sides and along the curve of her hips around to grasp and massage her cheeks. She could feel his thickness restrained in his breeches pressing against her center when she threw a leg up to wrap around his thigh.  

Giggling breathlessly, Cwen broke away from his lips, “Sihtric, you will be late to meet our Lord.”

“I am a newly married man,” he growled between peppering kisses along her jaw and throat, “It is to be expected that I am,” his voice dropped to a sultry low, “preoccupied with a husband’s duty.”

“Oh is that all I am then,” Cwen chided playfully, “a husband’s duty and nothing more?”

Sihtric groaned, grinding his hips into her, “You are very aware that is not all that you are, love.”

Cwen interrupted him, an impish smile ghosting her lips, “And furthermore, we’ve been married for several months now, dear husband.”

Her words trailed off as she gasped softly, feeling him press even deeper against the thick folds of her skirts and his hands grip her waist and thigh tightly.  The intense desire to feel his skin flush with hers made her head swim.

”I am expected to be distracted for at least a year with my bride,” he replied, huskily as he pulled back from her neck and met her lips.

The fierceness of his passion was displayed as he kissed her mouth deeply, pulling her body further into him and lifting her toes off the ground. There was frost blanketing the earth from the winter night air but Cwen felt sudden waves of warmth spread and travel down her stomach to her core. She shivered both from the frigid air and from Sihtric’s soft, ghosting touches.

“Oye, Sihtric!”

Cwen squealed and squirmed to be let down, burying her embarrassment into his shoulder as they heard Finan’s booming laugh coming from the side of their home.  As he quieted, Cwen could also make out more feminine laughter joining in on the jape.

Eadith and Finan, feigning casual demeanours miserably as they were still stifling their laughter, rounded the corner.  

“Oh, did we interrupt something, lovebirds?  You know we’re intended to meet Uhtred on the docks in a mere matter of minutes,” Finan quipped.

Cwen, her face hot with embarrassment, gave their friends an exasperated look as Sihtric pushed his forehead against her shoulder.  He moaned lustfully in her ear, sending shivers down her spine.  She had to restrain herself from pushing her hips against him to relieve the pressure built in her core.  

“I think we may indeed have interrupted something, Finan,” Eadith smirked knowingly, only barely restraining her chuckles.  

“Come on, let’s go back inside,” Sihtric suggested with a frustrated sigh.

“Can’t, love.  You’ve got your duties and I’ve got mine.  Aethelstan will be waiting at the docks for me too I expect,” Cwen sighed trying to extricate herself from Sihtric’s embrace.

He allowed her to turn away from him and begin walking towards their friends, but he did not let her go.  His large hands wound their way around her waist, lifting her off her toes once more lightly, before placing her back down and hugging her firmly from behind.  “Will you make more of those little noises for me tonight?” He whispered in her ear, releasing her and stepping to walk beside her.

Cwen looked up to meet his eyes filled with lust.  She bit her lip in anticipation of how he would treat her body once they were home again that evening. “It’s a promise,” she whispered, leaning up to give him one more kiss.  In a moment of bravery, she let her tongue dance lightly across his lower lip.  A swift little movement, but it did the trick as she heard another moan catch in her husband’s throat.

“Erm, I know the life of newlyweds is blissful and erotic,” Finan’s dodged a quick swat from Cwen as they reached their friends, he chuckled good-naturedly as he continued “but try to keep the intimate bits of the marriage more private, the both of ya!”

“Oh you,” Cwen made a move to follow after Finan, who was dancing away several feet ahead.  But she was stopped when Sihtric held her tight for another hug.

“I’ll deal with the Irishman.  You deal with the redhead,” he laughed, kissing her temple.

“Alright,” Cwen smiled, “You men go on a head.  Eadith too, unless you want to wait a moment.  I have to grab my basket and cloak.  This shawl was only meant for a moment to feed the hens.  They’re right inside.”

“I’ll wait,” Eadith replied, simply.

“Will see you there, ladies,” Finan called, walking backwards and waving jovially.  

“We’ll stop by The Fireside and grab some bread  and cheese for your morning meal on our way to meet you.  Tell Lord Uhtred I’ll be there soon to collect Aethelstan,” Cwen called out to Finan as she gave Sihtric a peck on the cheek, then turned to reach inside the front door.

Sihtric said a quick farewell and jogged to catch up to Finan, his cloak trailing behind him.

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After Cwen grabbed her things from inside, she closed their front door and wrapped her winter cloak tightly around herself.  The two ladies strolled along the street towards the docks, instinctually keeping their bodies close to one another, struggling to ward off the bitter cold.  

Sihtric had stayed true to his promise to build their home soon after they were wed.  It was just big enough for them, a main room with a toasty hearth and two smaller rooms for storage off of the back that then led to a yard they shared with Finan and a small flock of hens.  It left room for growth but suited their lives in this moment and it made Cwen feel safe and happy.  

A bitter wind whipped through the streets, biting at their skin and snarling stray hairs.  The winter had thus far been mild in regards to any snow or ice, but the freezing air was often enough to chill to the bone and keep the ground frozen.  It meant plenty of time spent indoors surrounded by the warmth of a fire and the hospitality and comfort of friends.  

Guder and Neel had ensured the ale house was equipped with a welcoming fireside - which suited as the name of the tavern was The Fireside. And it was continually filled with homey aromas of fresh baked bread and fragrant stews or other dishes.  Neel had painstakingly cultivated a continual supply of herbs despite the ground being frozen.  

Customers could spare a glance towards the back room and be graced with a view of precariously balanced shelves full of pots and tureens bursting with sage, rosemary, and dill.   Not surprisingly, Neel had quickly found herself filling the role of curing the ails of the town with a cleverly mixed tincture or tea, along with filling their bellies.  Gudar’s ales likewise warmed the spirits.  It was many a night that Cwen and Sihtric found themselves basking in the glow of good company and warm meals at The Fireside.

Cwen grinned as she and Eadith walked under the tavern’s sign, a roaring fire above two logs.  The wind almost whipped the door out of her hand, as she entered, calling out to Neel.

“Good morning Neel.  Do you have any of your herb bread this morning?  We’re meeting the men at the dock and want to bring them some to fill their bottomless bellies,” Cwen called, walking over to lean against the bar.  There was a simple clay oven at the side of the tavern’s name sake, a long and glowing hearth that continually was fed to keep the flames alive.  Neel was crouched over, pulling out a batch of fresh loaves.  

“Oh, good morning girls,” Neel replied, huffing as she turned and placed the loaves on a nearby table to cool.  She puffed, blowing stray strands of her ash-blonde hair out of her eyes.  “These will be too hot yet for a bit, but I have a few loaves that should be cooled enough here.”

She took the few short paces to stand behind the bar and lift up a tray from under the counter.  

“These should suit them well.  Warm bread for the blistering cold day.  You tell those fool men of yours not to stay on the waterside too long or they’ll have to come to me to rid them of their fevers and coughs.”  Her tone was firm, but underneath was a warmth and care that Cwen loved in the older woman.  Neel wasn’t quite old enough to be their mother, but she had the air and bearing an older and watchful sister.

“They’ll be quite grateful, Neel.  Thank you,” Eadith grinned as she broke a loaf in half and handed a piece to Cwen.  

Nodding her agreement, Cwen smiled and placed a few coins on the counter before placing the bread into the basket on her arm.

Cwen and Eadith hastily bid Neel farewell in a hurry to reach the docks, gather Aethelstan and get along with the tasks of the day.

Cwen linked her arm through Eadith’s and breathed heavily into her hands, covered with warm woolen mittens that still let the cold through.  Their breath rose in misty puffs.

“Sorry to have interrupted your morning,” Eadith began making small talk with a wink and half smirk.

Cwen chuckled at her friend’s sly attempt to embarrass her further, “Ah Eadith, I will make no apologies for kissing my own husband on our own property.”

“It looked a bit more than a simple kiss,” Eadith laughed.

“Well speaking of kissing, have you and a certain Irish friend of ours,” Cwen started, but was shushed by Eadith as her friend bumped her hip into her and slowed their pace a fraction.  Cwen sensed a slight change in her friend's posture and turned her head to look at her.  Eadith’s head was dropped slightly and her eyes studied the ground.

“Eadith,” she questioned carefully, “what is it?”

“We have kissed, Cwen,” Eadith sighed and cut her eyes to meet her friend's shocked stare.

“Finally!  So what happened?”

“It was a few weeks ago, Cwen,”

“A few weeks! Why haven’t you told me,”

“Well,” she started taking a deep breath, “we’re not going to pursue anything.  I…. I don’t want… Oh this is hard.”

Cwen stopped walking and turned to face Eadith giving her friend her full attention, her brow furrowed.

“I plan to leave in the Spring, Cwen.  Finan knows.  He understands.”

“Leave,” Cwen replied.  She tried to keep her tone calm, but could not help a slight rise in her voice, “leave to go where?”

Eadith sighed again, and turned to meet Cwen, taking her hands.  “I have been chained to this lonely land with men pinning me under their thumb for my entire life.  I am going to travel to Frankia and find my own path, perhaps in healing.  After feeling so helpless when Aelfwynn was sick, I just….” She cleared her throat and shook her head before continuing, “I’ve been listening to a lot of what Neel has to teach about her healing herbs too.  I want to explore that and be able to help others. But there is a lot more I can learn if I travel,” she finished in a rush, glancing around the street before finally sheepishly meeting Cwen’s eye.

Cwen stared at the earnest and hopeful look on Eadith’s face.  Slowly, a smile crept over her own lips.  She enveloped Eadith in a hug, pulling her friend close and squeezing her.  “That sounds simply amazing, Eadith!  You will make an excellent healer,” she whispered, tears in her eyes.

Eadith gripped Cwen’s shoulders and breathed a sigh of relief. She pulled back and the pair continued walking, arms wrapped around one another’s waist.

“Truly, Cwen?”

“Truly,” she affirmed enthusiastically before she settled and gave Eadith a curious look,  “Were you afraid to tell me?”

“Well… maybe?  I love the people here and I love you and your friendship, Cwen.  I know how happy you are here with SIhtric and life in Rumcofa, but it doesn’t fit for me.  You have a purpose with young Aethelstan and a desire to raise a family and I….” she took a deep breath, a pensive look on her face, “I knew saying it out loud to you would make it more real.  I know it is what is best for me, but I am also scared. The whole idea is…” she paused, taking a deep breath, “daunting.”

“Yes, Rumcofa is home for me and I am living in wedded bliss with my husband,” Cwen giggled trying to bring about a lighter mood in Eadith before she continued, “but I would never expect or demand the same situation to be the best fit for anyone else. We have both lived lives that were not fully our own, Eadith.  I have found peace.  So must you!”

“Finan said about the same as you.  I have yet to book a passage but I have sent word to my family who live in Frankia.”

“That’s a great first step.  And I will help you however I can to prepare,” Cwen replied.

“Do you want to know another thing?”

“Of course, if you wish to tell me.”

“After we kissed, we both sort of…. Laughed.”

“Laughed?”

“Yes,” Eadith replied mirthfully, “It was not exactly…. Passionate…” she paused and smirked at Cwen, “I don’t know, clearly we find each other attractive and enjoy each other’s company, but… it wasn’t there.”

“What wasn’t there?”

“That feeling, I guess.  It was not the spark we all see between you and Sihtric.  Maybe a different time and if we were different people who didn’t have the pasts we do, but for now we’re happy being friends.”

They continued on towards the docks, discussing relationships and plans for the future.  It was only a few more minutes before they arrived, standing around and discussing plans for future building in the spring.  Young Aethelstan stood nearby with his hands clasped behind his back and his feet scuffing the wood of the dock.  It was clear the boy was bored and not paying attention.

“Aethelstan, aren’t you meant to be listening and learning?” Cwen chided gently as they strode across the wooden planks.

The young man had the good sense to look contrite, suddenly snapping to attention and quickly glancing back and forth between Uhtred and Cwen.  

“I was paying attention,” he protested, clearly wanting to avoid a lecture.

“Ah, give the boy a break Cwen, he is just patiently waiting for you and Eadith to arrive for more of his 

 lessons,” Finan quipped sarcastically, receiving a quick shove to his shoulder from Sihtric.

“Is that so, Finan?  Hmmm… I seem to be one loaf short from Neel.  Perhaps you will need to go get your own,” She teased.

“Oye, no, no Cwen, I’m sure learning about court proceedings and protocols is very interesting.  Reading in Latin and studying maps is captivating. The boy talks about his lessons and how he can’t wait to learn more all the time,” he panicked, immediately backtracking while slinging an arm around Aethelstan’s shoulder and pulling him to him to ruffle the boy’s hair.

“Mmhmm,” Cwen nodded as she and Eadith handed out the still warm bread to the men, purposefully keeping the basket out of Finan’s grasping reach.

“Oh Cwen, you have to admit, once the boy begins training with us in the spring, the book learning will hold less and less of an appeal when he could be out crossing swords with us,” Finan mocked.  

Cwen sighed but still found herself smiling as she handed some bread to Osferth.  The young warrior shared an exasperated grin with her at Finan’s teasing.  Of all of Uhtred’s warriors, Osferth had received the most book learning, having grown up under the strict discipline of the church.  He had also taken a small interest in supporting Aethelstan’s education, often walking with them as they discussed relevant events in the history of Wessex, Mercia or the other kingdoms.   Cwen believed they shared the common bond of being the unwanted sons of royaal fathers.  

“Cwen, is there bread for me?” Aethelstan asked with perfectly practiced innocence while he looked up at Cwen from under Finan’s arm.  The boy’s personality had slowly opened up in the months since their move to the new borough.  The teasing and jovial nature of the men bringing about some confidence and levity to his previously somber and subdued visage.  Cwen remembered the boy she had cared for in the estates at Saltwich.  She had seen glimpses of this light hearted and happy child when playing with Aelfwynn, but his eyes had always betrayed a general heaviness.  

The weight of being no one.  Of belonging to nobody.  But that time in Aethelstan’s life was ending.  Gradually, as one closes a story to pick up a new one.  Cwen saw his pride and confidence at belonging here growing.  Alongside her and Uhtred’s men.  No longer was he simply no one.

“Yes,” Cwen sighed dramatically, shaking herself out of her thoughts as she handed over a large hunk of bread to the boy before also handing Finan a piece.  She turned and stepped closer to Sihtric, leaning into him and his warmth.

“Sorry for their teasing,” he whispered, his lips pressed to her temple as he wrapped an arm around her waist.  He pulled back and took a large bite off the bread before offering her some as well.

“You do not need to apologize for Finan’s foolish behavior,” she replied, making her voice loud enough to carry to their irish friend’s ears.  They shared a laugh before Cwen turned her face and gave Sihtric a swift kiss, “Was Uhtred bothered with your lateness this morning?”

“Mmmm, he is occupied with worrying about the supplies needed for building in the spring.  And I was not so late as I could have been,” he whispered against her cheek suggestively, his breath tickling her ear in a not unpleasant thrill.

Cwen hummed a reply, the note of which promised a continuation of their morning activities that evening once they had retired back home.  She grinned at Sihtric’s reply of squeezing her hip and nuzzling his face against her neck with a quiet growl.  “Let’s not be late getting home this evening, hmm?” she purred.  

“Ah, woman,” he replied, a low whine of frustration escaping him despite the smile on his lips.

Once everyone had received their bread, the ladies and Aethelstan made their farewells and quickly retreated towards the warmth of the great hall.

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“He’s nearly ready, but I fear he will shy away from it.  You must admit he does not display a warriors’ heart often.  He has a gentle nature.”

“The child was raised by a bunch of nuns, Cwen.  He needs to be taught,” Finan countered as they walked home.

Sihtric piped up, “But Hild is a nun with a warrior’s spirit.  She fights when she must.”

“Exactly, love.  Aethelstan will fight.  In Winchester I saw the brave boy stand in front of hardened warriors like Sigtryggr.  His courage was quiet and calm but it was there.  He will come around.”

“I hope so,” Finan began, then trailed off.

“The boy is a bastard,” Sihtric sighed, “we know how to survive.  He will find his spirit,” he finished wrapping his arm around Cwen’s waist as they walked.  The conversation died down as they all got closer to their homes.  The sun had sunk low in the sky and the frigid air threatened to drop along with it.  Cwen could not wait to be warm inside their home, nestled deep in the furs with a blazing fire.  

They turned to walk up the slight hill towards their homes.  It did not take more than another minute or two before they reached their door.  Finan continued along the street towards his own home, waving goodbye as Cwen and Sihtric called their farewells.  As she reached to open their door, Sihtric’s hands remained wrapped around her hips, pushing her cloak aside so he could better feel her form.

She shivered from the cold and from knowing those hands would be on her flesh soon after desiring to feel his touch all day.

As soon as they stepped through their threshold, he buried his nose in hair at the nape of her neck and she felt him breathe her in, deeply.  He closed the door with the heel of his boot and brought his hands up to undo the ties of her cloak.  Trailing his hands along her shoulders, he removed the garment and hung it on the pegs next to the door. 

Shivering, Cwen took the moment while he removed his own cloak and kicked off his boots to cross the small room to their hearth and stoke the low embers before she placed a few new logs on the flames.  She smiled and closed her eyes as the heat rose and washed across her face, erasing the chill from their walk home.  

As she rose from leaning over, Sihtric’s hands snaked around her waist again and he pushed his body flush against her back.  She brought a hand up to caress his neck and leaned into his embrace while his mouth nipped and sucked along her collar.

He purred and massaged his hands along her curves before settling his large palm cupping just underneath one of her breasts, his thumb slowly rubbing over her now erect nipple. “I have waited all day to feel you, Cwen,” he sighed.  His voice and the gentle waves from his thumb sent shivers down her spine.

Without any thought, Cwen let a low whimper pass her lips.  She turned to face him and immediately, his lips caught hers, hot and moist.

She opened her mouth and licked at his eager kiss, hearing him growl.  She deftly undid the laces on his trousers and slid them low around the curve of his muscled ass until they dropped to the floor.  Taking his length in her hand, she mimicked his thumbing of her nipple across the tender underside of his head.  “Lay down, Sihtric,” she demanded coyly, looking up at him through her lashes.  

Gipping her hips, he walked backwards the few steps until his knees met the bed in the corner of the room.  He sank down, letting his hands slide  around to cup her ass through the heavy material of her skirts.  The teasing movements, built a torturous tingle along her core.  She untied the lacing of her tunic and lifted it off over her head, followed by the undershirt leaving her bare chested.  Quickly, Sihtric stood again, capturing her mouth and taking her breast in his hand once more, this time teasing the nipple, gently twisting and flicking his thumb across it.

Cwen gasped at the sharp, pleasant sensation, melting into his kiss once more before stopping herself and pushing him back to sit on the bed.  He lightly trailed kisses along her abdomen as she finished slipping her skirts down to pool at her feet, leaving her naked for his enjoyment.

Sihtric held her body close, his lips sliding across her skin, occasionally leaving his tongue to trail along her flesh leaving goosebumps and encouraging her desire further.  He ran a hand up from her knee along her inner thigh and then ever so gently cupped her sex with the pads of his fingers, feeling the slick moisture along her folds.  His touch was slight and teasing, as he slowly eased his fingers back between her legs to then lift her leg and drape it across his shoulder.

Cwen dragged her nails across his scalp and twined her fingers in his hair.  His tongue, broad and warm, found her clit, pulsing and lapping at her tender nub.  Ever since the first time he had tasted her, Sihtric could not get enough of his mouth on her, bringing her to ecstasy.  But this time, Cwen wanted to return the favor for him.

“Lay down,” she panted, using all of her willpower to stop the pleasure of his mouth on her.  He looked up at her, his lips and beard shining with a wetness from his own saliva and her juices combined.  The lust in his eyes was intoxicating as she hovered over him, shadowing him as he leaned his body backwards.  

She crawled along with him, as he shifted himself to lean his head and shoulders against the wall so he could watch her.  She brought her lips to his and grinned tasting herself before she began trailing her tongue along the pulse points of his neck.  With one hand, she graysed her fingers down his abdomen, feeling the hardened tone of his warrior's physique.  He shuddered when she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, applying gentle pressure like he had taught her felt good.

She continued her lips down, kissing and licking along his body until her face dipped low near his groin where she slowly brought the flat of her tongue to slide up and down the underside of him, flicking at the head before moving back down towards her hand, still applying pressure to his base.  

He watched her and bit his lip, sucking in a deep breath through his teeth accompanied by that low growl that brought a renewed wetness between her thighs.  After teasing him a few more times, using her tongue to slide up and down his length, Cwen brought her lips up to cover his head and slide him into her mouth.  Bobbing up and down, she pulsed with her tongue and tasted his excitement as drops of precum slipped onto her tongue.  

Grinning with him still in her mouth, she turned her head slightly to look up at him.  He had his head tilted back and was gripping the sheets at the feel of her.  After another moment, he opened his eyes and saw her watching him.  Sihtric wound his hands into her hair and gently fisted them as he tried to refrain from pushing himself into her farther than she wished.

“Your mouth is so good, Cwen.” He moaned and she hummed around him, making him moan louder.  “Ahhh,” he finally found his voice after she had continued rolling her tongue around him, “if you don’t stop, I am going to cum in your mouth, come up here,” he pleaded, clearly conflicted about asking her to stop.

“How can I give you a baby that way, love?”  He whispered huskily as she popped him out of her mouth before slinking up his body to capture his mouth once more.  

“Mmm, true,” she purred into him.  Immediately, she felt his fingers slide between them and into her folds, slick with desire for him to be inside her. 

The noises he made when feelin how ready she was for him made Cwen’s head swim and her cunt ache for him.  

“Put me in, love,” he whispered against her jaw.

She sat up and shifted herself to line him up at her entrance before slowly sinking down into his swollen cock.  Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp as he stretched and filled her.  She took a moment to let her body adjust, clenching and unclenching her walls and watching him lick his lips.  Slowly, she started to ride him, her hips pushing forward building a pool of nerves at her core.  His hands found her hips again, a favorite handhold for him.  They grasped at her, his large palms covering her skin and leaving red marks at his grip.  They helped guide her, pulling her even further into him and tilting her so her sensitive clit ground against his flesh.  Needing more to find her release, she fell forward onto him, writhing her hips and feeling his cock slide in a deep rhythm in and out, teasing right to his head before pushing back into a tight squeeze inside her core.

“Are you close, Cwen,” his voice came to her ear, thick and hungry.

Unable to form words, Cwen mewled an incoherent affirmation and nodded her head, lifting her lips from his neck to allow him to see her.  He watched her face, lips open in a gasping cry as she bucked her hips against him, controlling her increasing high.  He picked up his own thrusting pace, ever so slightly meeting her and watching as tiny gasps fell from her lips.  It only took a few more thrusts before she felt the wave of her climax.

“Oh, Sihtric,” she gasped, barely getting his name to fall from her lips.  The sight of her orgasm with his name in her mouth brought him to his edge too and he clenched her to him tightly, spilling himself into her.

She collapsed into him after their highs ended and he held her close, wiping her hair off of her face, damp with sweat.  He kissed the tip of her nose, smiling as she looked up to him from his arms.  She shivered at the still chill in the air.

He let himself slide out of her and grabbed a clean rag from the bedside to gently wipe their mess from between her legs before pulling the furs up around them.  She nestled against his side, her fingers playing with the hammer necklace he wore.

He sighed, contentedly, “The things you do to me, love. I do not deserve you,” but she cut him off, placing a gentle finger against his lips.  

“I love you, Sihtric,” she whispered. 

“I love you too, Cwen,” he replied, kissing her once more deeply.  Within minutes, they both slipped into sleep, wrapped in their furs and afterglow.

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The Lost Children -

Part 3

Summary: You try to escape only to hurt yourself. Osferth gives you a lecture. Edward is suspicious. Uhtred has a new task and a new lie to uphold. The group readies to leave Winchester. Osferth isn’t good at concealing his feelings toward you.

Rating: Mature

Warnings: swearing, innuendo, blood, injury, no use of Y/N, fluff, angst, brief mention of reader having long hair, brief illusion to female masturbation

Word Count: 2.8k

You awoke to loud rapping at your door. It startled you from your sleep and you threw your arms out from where they were laying comfortably underneath your head. Before you could straighten up in your bed, Uhtred came into the room you were sleeping in, followed by Finan, Osferth, and Sihtric.

“Get up and get dressed,” Uhtred ordered, “I have to meet the King this morning and my wish is that you are safely in the nunnery before I do so.”

You rolled your eyes and blew a stray piece of hair out of your face. “Why must the burden of my presence be off your hands before you meet the King?” You shifted in the bed so that you sat against the headboard now with your arms crossed and your legs still warm underneath the covers.

Uhtred took in a deep breath, obviously as a way to subside his frustration. He began walking out of the door. “Do as I say,” he called to you as he left the room, leaving no space for you to argue with him.

You turned your glare from the open doorway where your father just left to Finan, Sihtric and Osferth, still standing in the room. “I presume he told you to make sure I don’t run?” Finan slowly nodded, eyeing you. You laughed with haste, “Well, I need to change and I’d prefer privacy.”

Sihtric was the first to nod and step outside the door, followed closely behind by Finan. Osferth lingered, just long enough that it wasn’t noticed by Sihtric or Finan exiting the room but long enough for you to notice. He made eye contact with you before leaving, his face seemed to say, don’t try anything, but you weren’t able to tell for sure.

Once all three men were waiting outside your room, you walked over to the door, closing it then rushing to get dressed. You dressed quickly and grabbed your bag from last night on the chair bedside the bed, not realizing that it had been returned to you in the midst of your sleep. You threw the bag on the roof outside the window once again and started out the window.

You were pulling your second leg through the window when Sihtric came through the door of the bedroom, “What are you doing,” he yelled as he rushed toward you but you were quicker than he. Your foot barely escaped his grasp as he reached the window. “Get back here!” Sihtric started climbing through the window after you but it took him longer due to the fact that he was not nearly as nimble as you in his bulky armor.

You skidded across the slanted roof, grabbing your bag and glanced down to the drop from the roof. The fall would certainly hurt but you couldn’t possibly break any bones unless you landed terribly wrong; you’d have to try not to land terribly wrong. You could sit at the edge and ease off to dampen your fall but that would require a little more time than you thought you had. You looked back behind you, Sihtric was nearly out the window, you didn’t have time. Leaping off the roof, you landed in the mud behind the inn on your feet but then a sharp pain that shot through your legs and you fell to your knees and hands. Mud nearly covered half of the front of your dress now and the tips of your long hair. Groaning, you put your hands on your knees and eased yourself up on sore legs but the pain in your left ankle was too great and you fell back into the mud puddle on your arse.

“Fu-uck,” you whined high pitched as tears began pooling in your eyes. Pulling up your dress to access your ankle. The skin was red and inflamed but no bones were appearing thankfully.

Suddenly, there were a pair of hands scooping you up from the mud puddle. You didn’t see who had began picking you up but you reeled back and slapped at their face anyway. You heard a deep groan after your hand hit their cheek and then you blinked away your tears, looking at your abductor to find Osferth.

“Lady, that was quite rude,” is all he said as he began to carry your muddy form to the front of the inn.

You wiggled in his hold, trying to free yourself but he just held you tighter to his body. You couldn’t bring yourself to hit him again despite your need to flee. “Let me go Osferth! I don’t want to go to the nunnery! I don’t want to live that life anymore!” You grabbed at a nearby pole to try and stop Osferth but he shifted sideways making it out of your reach as he continued down the alleyway beside the inn.

“It’s safest for you,” he quipped. “Not only from Brida but from Edward.” Your brows furrowed in confusion and you stopped your attempts at freedom for long enough to look up at Osferth who kept his sight ahead of him in the direction of his destination. He could feel your questioning gaze though, as he continued, “Edward will use you as a pawn against Brida.”

You laughed, “Brida doesn’t love me, she wants to kill me. Why would I be of any use of her?”

Osferth finally looked at you, his brilliant blue eyes settling on your own, “That’s the point.”

When you reached the front of the inn, Uhtred was thoroughly frustrated with you. He would have told you to go change your dress or even bathe but the longer you were in Winchester with him, the more suspicious your relationship would grow. Surely, Edward would have spies informing him when Uhtred entered the city gates and who all traveled with him. Edward’s interest would pique the moment he heard of a newcomer in Uhtred’s presence. And of course, Edward had heard of Uhtred’s quest to find his lost daughter before Brida could get to her, although, Uhtred did not know Edward knew of that.

So they dropped you off with the nuns who stripped your of your muddy clothes, bathed you, combed your dirty hair, and wrapped your sprained ankle without much more than a “goodbye.” Although, Osferth looked rather sad and Lady Eadith gave you a quick hug. Stiorra did not say anything to you and hung at the back of the group. You heart felt cold again, what little warmth that had breeches it in the short time you were with the group had disappeared the moment you hobbled into the nunnery.

When Uhtred went to the King’s palace, he was welcomed by the guards stating that he, “kept the King waiting.” As Uhtred entered the throne hall, Edward was waiting him on the chair itself; they were alone.

“Lord Uhtred,” the King greeted from his chair, “I assume you found your daughter?”

Edward’s words haulted Uhtred in his tracks but ever the warrior, he held a straight face in the presence of an enemy, “I was not aware you knew of my recent journey.”

Edward gave a queer smile and nodded.

“Nevertheless, no.” Uhtred lied, “By the time I reached the nunnery, Brida had burned it to the ground. There were no survivors.”

Edward dropped his expression and offered Uhtred a feigned sadness, “Yet, I hear you traveled through the city gates with a new girl in your pack.”

Uhtred shook his head and smiled at the lie he was creating but Edward could have taken Uhtred’s smile at the thought of what he was to say next, “It seems one of my men had fallen in love on the road.”

Edward tilted his head. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but your man, Sihtric, is married, correct?” Uhtred nodded. “And Finan, well, he’s quite old for the age of the lady that traveled through the gates.” Edward was trying to catch Uhtred’s lie, “And for the bastard monk Osferth-“

Uhtred thought quickly about how Osferth and you had grown close in the short time together and decided that was the best course of action. Raising a finger in correction and smiling, “No longer a monk my King…. a warrior.”

Edward looked mildly disturbed that Uhtred had ruined his game but he still wasn’t convinced. “Osferth and this lady….” He began, waiting for Uhtred to correct him but Uhtred didn’t. “This lady who shares a striking resemblance to you…” Uhtred nodded. “Uhtred, do you take me for a fool?”

“No my King,” he lied, “never.”

“Uhtred, if I find you’re lying to me, there will be consequences.”

Uhtred furrowed his brows, “My King, what need would I have to lie to you? I know that if I had brought my daughter here safe and unharmed, you would allow her refuge behind these walls.” He lied and lied well, because Edward sat back in his chair, realizing he seemed all but too eager to find Uhtred’s daughter.

“Yes, of course,” he dismissed. He would have to drop the issue for now, but he wasn’t convinced the girl who rode in with Uhtred was Osfeth’s lover. “Anyway, Uhtred, the reason I called you here this morning is that I have a task for you.”

Uhtred nodded, “Anything my King.”

“Kneel girl, on your knees!” The elder nun had not been in your presence long before she grew frustrated with your antics. She put a strong hand on your back and pushed, forcing you to the hard, stone ground in front of the pew you were sitting in. When you landed, you made sure to jut out your ankle so it wouldn’t take the hit but being too focused on your ankle, your nose hit the pew in front of you and started to throb and bleed.

You grabbed your nose and turned to glare at the nun who didn’t apologize. She just sighed with contention and kneeled beside you. The fact she was content with hurting you made your anger bubble up and you took the blood on your hand from your nose and flung it at her, staining her coif.

The old nun’s mouth hung agape with her eyes closed for a number of seconds, in disbelief that you, a girl raised in a nunnery as Uhtred said, would act like a heathen. After her initial shock wore off and she looked at your through scowling eyes you smiled, letting the slowing blood from your nose run into your upturned lips and drip into your mouth.

“Devil child,” she huffed under her breath to herself as she got up and began to stride out of the chapel, away from you. You closed your smile triumphantly and the taste of blood filled you mouth.

You heard the chapel doors open, assuming the nun was leaving you and spit the blood onto the stone aisle way. As you did, you heard feet approaching. You looked up as you couldn’t see where you were nestled on the ground between pews. You saw Uhtred and Osferth.

Anger rose immediately, alongside hope. “Are you coming to take me away or coming to move me to a different nunnery as I’ve already been kicked out of this one?” Your teeth were yellow from the remnants of blood and your nose still throbbed.

Uhtred scoffed, “If you haven’t been kicked out yet, you certainly will be soon.” He looked to the glob of spit and blood sitting beside their boots in the aisle. “Osferth, help her up.”

Osferth moved in between the pews toward you but you began rising before he could reach you, using your upper body strength to pull yourself to stand and balancing on one foot. “I don’t need help.” Osferth stopped with his arms halfway outrstrected and looked back to Uhtred.

Uhtred pinched the bridge of his nose in agitation. “Do you think you can ride?”

The question gave life to the hope you began to experience prior but you guarded your heart, not allowing yourself too much. “Yes…why?”

“Because we are leaving.”

“We?”

Osferth nodded, answering your question to Uhtred. You looked at him and began to mouth, why, but Osferth began, “King Edward has given a duty to Uhtred and he needs our help, as always.”

Our. His men. Not you.

“Why do I need to go?” You tried to play indifferent to leaving, worried if you seemed too eager, Uhtred would change his mind.

Osferth smiled nervously and turned to Uhtred, “Should I tell her-“

“No,” Uhtred cut, “I’ll tell her.” Your father looked at you and for a mere moment he looked embarrassed. That moment passed quickly and he looked around the chapel to make sure they were alone. “I may have lied to the King.” You raised your eyebrow, smiling. Uhtred making mistakes, big mistakes such as treason, was quite funny to you. “About who you are. Edward knows you not as my daughter,” he looked at Osferth who was staring at the ground,nervously wringing his hands. You started to get suspicious. “But, as Osferth’s lover.”

The words took a few seconds to hit you fully but once you understood them, you reacted in a way neither of the two men had thought you would, you laughed. In fact, you laughed so hard that tears had begun to form in your eyes and your nose startled to trickle blood again. When you finally regained your composure, wiped your eyes and smeared the tricking blood across your face, you found they were dumbfounded. Osferth maybe a bit withdrawn too.

“Are you…are you laughing because Osferth-“ Uhtred began but you cut him off.

“I’m laughing because you’re worried I wouldn’t like my new title…” you began with the remnants of laughter still held within your voice, “But I’d rather be Osferth’s lover than your daughter.”

Osferth tried to conceal a blushing smile but his cheeks reddened and tightened at your words. Uhtred bit his lip in anger and began walking out of the chapel. Again, walking away from an argument with you. Before he reached the doors he called out behind him, “She’s your responsibility now then Osferth.” He turned and pushed the doors open with his back, looking at Osferth helping you hobble out into the aisle way. “Saddle the horses, we leave soon.”

When Uhtred was gone, Osferth and you barely made it out of the chapel, he asked you through a smile that wasn’t faltering. “So uh, you’d take me as a lover?” He didn’t glance at you as he asked, maybe too bashful now.

You gave a quick chuckle as you began to descend the stairs outside the nunnery, “I mean, if we have to pretend…” you let the rest of the question hang in the air, insinuating that you’d prefer to pretend Osferth was your lover than being Uhtred’s daughter.

Osferth scowled softly in discomfort but you’d never know it because your eyes were set on the next place you’d hobble with your good foot. “But you’re not pretending.”

“Not pretending what?” You didn’t understand what he meant.

“You’re not pretending to be Uhtred’s daughter. You are his daughter.”

You finally looked at Osferth and you saw it, the pain. The realization of the root of his pain hit you, what Uhtred said to Edward may have been a lie, but Osferth didn’t want it to be. Osferth wanted you. Suddenly, you felt uncomfortable.

Sure, you had thought about Osferth, his perfect lips or his humble, kind nature but your anger and frustration upon entering Winchester has clouded that desire. And now, upon the understanding that Osferth might share those feelings that your forgot had harbored inside you, quickly brought back the membrane of said feelings and it was overwhelming. You felt yourself grow hot and suddenly, the large, strong hands he had on you as you hobbled across Wessex toward the stables were stinging through your clothing and burning your skin.

“Osferth,” you said weakly, “I think I can make it from here on my own.”

Osferth shook his head, “We have to pretend in Wessex and I’m not leaving you alone in the streets with an injured ankle.”

You flinched as he tightened his grip on you. It was gentle but firm. It made you feel strangely in more intimate parts. It made you confused. But you didn’t tell him to let go of you again.

“Osferth?” You asked, not daring to look at him. You began to feel strangely wrong too, for being so angry as of late. You felt the need to right things.

“Yes, lady?” His voice was so polite.

“Thank you. And, I’m sorry.” Apologizing again, maybe this time, you won’t mess it up.

“Uh, may I ask why to both?” A confused snort came from his nose. His perfect nose. God, why did you have to remember the lust you held for this stupid man in such a close proximity? Why couldn’t you remember alone in your bed at night? A place where you could find relief?

“For putting up with me…that’s both.” Osferth chuckled, you continued. “I know I’m unkind, stubborn, and truly rude. Borderline feral at times. You’re the opposite. I don’t know how you remain so kind with me.”

Osferth chuckled. You both were nearing the stables, “I suppose that’s your parentage in you, as is mine.”

You shook your head, hearing Uhtred yelling for Storria inside the approaching stable, “We have no parentage. We’re bastards. Bastards stick together, right?”

Osferth smiled down at you, hearing his words from yesterday on your lips. “Bastards stick together.”

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Note: another fun request!

Warnings: 18+! smut/fluff.

pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You were the best healer Uhtred and his men had ever met, and they were more than happy when you agreed to travel with them. But when one evening secrets were revealed around the campfire, the night took an unexpected turn.

wordcount: 2,3k

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'A man never made you finish?'

'Osferth?' Finan grinned.

'Fine,' the monk sighed, 'I was humping one lady when another lady thought I would marry her. And they fought over me.'

'What?' you laughed, shocked.

''Tis true,' Uhtred laughed, 'I saw it happen. More than once, and I'm sure it won't be the last.'

'Aye, I can confirm that too,' Finan said, 'must've learned it from his father.'

You all laughed as Osferth muttered something inaudible.

'And what about you, Finan?' you asked, helping Osferth out with his embarrassment, 'tell us a secret about you.'

'I once fell in love with a lady,' Finan sighed, 'a beautiful lady. And I didn't even hump her, but I still love her, and it's been years.'

'Eadith?' Sihtric asked.

'Eadith,' Finan confessed.

'Who is Eadith?' you asked.

All the men mumbled how Eadith was a blessing and that she truly belonged with Finan, but it just never happened.

'I'm sorry,' you told Finan.

A silence fell and you all stared into the flames in front of you, as you sat under the clear night sky on a cool summer eve.

'Sihtric?' you grinned at the Dane next to you.

'I was once married,' he confessed to you, 'to a whore.'

'Y-you… what?' you snorted, 'is that true?' you looked around the campfire at the other men, who all laughed, nodded and said he was now divorced.

'You guys have lived a hundred lives it seems,' you smiled, 'and you're still single now?'

'I am,' Sihtric said with a cheeky smile.

'Interested?' Uhtred taunted.

'No, just prying into your lives,' you said, 'and what is your truth, Uhtred?' 

'I have a son who believes in the nailed god,' Uhtred said, 'and I despise him for that.'

No one had a snarky remark to that, and everyone felt the energy drop around the fire. Until Finan coughed and said, 'anyway, now it's your turn, lady, spill it.'

'Don't make it a sad fact,' Osferth smiled. 

'Okay, well,' you thought for a moment, 'this might be a sad fact actually,' you snorted and noticed how all the men sat up a little, focusing on you, as you were still relatively new and a mystery to them.

'In all my life,' you began, 'no man who ever humped me,' you paused, seeing three pairs of eyes grow big with anticipation, 'has been able to fully satisfy me.'

The men were quiet, and all that was heard was the crackling fire and an owl hooting in the distance. Finan's mouth fell slowly open, Osferth looked at you with raised eyebrows, Uhtred desperately tried to hold his laugh and Sihtric just smirked at you.

'You're joking, aye?' Finan eventually said, in disbelief.

'I truly wish I was,' you shrugged.

'You mean,' Uhtred laughed, 'a man never made you finish?'

'That is exactly what I mean, lord.'

'Ever?' Osferth frowned.

'You men are just selfish,' you chuckled, 'once you're done, you think we are done. When in reality, we weren't even close.'

All the men abruptly muttered and defended themselves, saying they were good lovers and the women they had been with had never complained, which started an argument among the men and they soon already forgot about your confession. You laughed and rolled your eyes, then took a sip from your cup as you felt Sihtric's eyes on you. You turned your head and met his gaze. He was not arguing with the others, instead, he raised his eyebrow and gave you a cocky look. Which you didn't mind, because in truth, the Dane had caught your attention since you first met him a little while ago, but it was only during this trip that you got to know him a little better. 

You had patched Sihtric up a few times. You had soon found out that the pretty boy was a little clumsy, and often tripped over his feet, or simply slipped and fell down a track in the forest, earning a few cuts and bruises. But as clumsy as he was during his travels, the more skilled he was on the battlefield, which had surprised you. You expected him to be completely battered and bruised after the last battle, but he only had a few cuts and minor bruises. Yet he still came to see you, pretending his wounds were near fatal, and you couldn't deny he had you wrapped around his finger, but you had him wrapped around your finger all the same. You both just played it cool and didn't make any advances. But something was different about Sihtric that night, the way he had looked at you, with that cocky look and a hint of mischief in his eyes. 

As the other men argued, you kept your eyes locked on each other for a little too long, and you just knew that you and Sihtric would be the last ones to sit around the fire that night.

Everyone had gone to their tents to get a good night's rest, except for you and Sihtric, as you had expected. You both stared into what was left of the fire. The cool night air quietly filled itself with tension as Sihtric laid back, propped up on one elbow, and you lightly leaned against his shoulder.

'I bet I could treat you well,' Sihtric suddenly whispered, looking up at you.

You stared at him, an eyebrow raised, 'oh really?' you grinned.

'In fact,' Sihtric's eyes trailed down to your lips, 'I can guarantee you, by the time I'm done with you, you will be screaming my name.'

'That's a bold claim,' you scoffed.

'Would you like me to prove it to you?' Sihtric asked, smiling.

You considered his offer, but only for a split second, and then you told him that if he doesn't live up to his words, you'd never let him forget it, which he accepted. 

Sihtric took your hand and pulled you into his tent, where he was fast to kiss you, slow and tender, which you didn't expect from the otherwise seemingly rough warrior, but it was a pleasant surprise. And it felt easy, almost natural, to strip each other of all clothes in between kisses. Sihtric chuckled as he looked at your figure in the dim candle light, his rough hands moving over your sides.

'I've been thinking of you ever since we met,' he smiled and pulled you down onto the soft furs with him, 'every night,' he sighed before he kissed you again. 

You smiled against his lips and allowed the Dane to take full control, granting him permission to try and make you finish, for once. You had to admit that the way he kissed and touched you, definitely made you more aroused than you had ever felt before, and you figured he was off to a good start. Not much later Sihtric kissed his way down your body.

'Has a man ever finished you with his tongue?' he grinned, to which you shook your head. 

Even that never happened. You saw Sihtric's eyes had darkened, and soon you felt his face between your thighs, his tongue licking you in all the right ways, in between soft kisses and sighs. Sihtric held you in place, his rough hands firmly gripping your thighs as you squirmed at the feeling of him. His tongue, his lips, his soft hums and the roughness of his facial hair was enough to bring you to your climax already.

'You want to finish, little healer?' Sihtric smirked as your moans intensified.

'Please,' you breathed heavily, gripping his hair and forcing his mouth down on your again, 'oh, gods,' you moaned and squealed when you felt his mischievous laugh vibrate against your core.

'Guess I'll finish you twice in one night, my lady,' Sihtric chuckled.

And merely seconds later, he pushed you over the edge with his tongue. You came with a high pitched moan, your hand pulling his short hair as you arched your back, locking your legs around his neck, feeling his tongue inside you before you fell back onto the furs, completely out of breath. 

Sihtric licked his lips and wiped his mouth, satisfied as he pulled away from you, moving up to take your chin in his hand, and he kissed your lips gently.

'Gods,' you laughed as the Dane smirked at you, proud of his first achievement of the night, and he pulled you up to him as he sat back.

You straddled his lap and Sihtric laced his fingers with yours, smiling sweetly before kissing your lips again.

'Did you like that?' his low, raspy voice made you lightheaded, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.

'Mhm,' you hummed and nuzzled his nose softly as Sihtric trailed his hands lightly up and down your bare back, 'you made half your promise true,' you chuckled.

'Hm, don't worry,' Sihtric laughed softly, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, 'I will fulfill my entire promise, just tell me when you're ready for me.' 

'I'll need a moment,' you giggled and bit down on your lip as Sihtric gave you a sweet smile and a quick understanding nod.

He gently pushed you to lay down on your back again and moved on top of you, propped up on his elbows, gently caressing both your warm cheeks with his rough thumbs. And Sihtric gazed into your eyes, which suddenly told you this was more to him than just wanting to prove he could please you. And you were right. Sihtric didn't want to just please you. He wanted to honour you and love you. Because he had been in love with you since he had met you. And tonight, even if it was just for this one night, he thought, you were finally his. And Sihtric suddenly felt overwhelmed with his love for you, taking him by surprise, and he crashed his lips into yours. He captured you in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring his love out with soft moans as his fingers moved up in your hair, tangling your locks in a firm grip. You smiled against his lips when a sudden rush of butterflies made you feel giddy, and Sihtric pulled away slightly.

'You okay?' he asked, out of breath.

'Yeah,' you sighed, 'I think I'm ready, Sihtric,' you smiled.

He exhaled sharply at your words, and moved into a slightly more comfortable position. And whereas you had expected him to fuck you like a wild savage, which you wouldn't have minded in all truth, he entered you slow and gentle, allowing you to adjust to him. You sighed at the feeling of his length inside you and you smiled at him, fully allowing yourself to fall in love with him. Even if it was, possibly, only for one night.

'Feels good for you, sweetheart?' Sihtric whispered in your ear, to which you hummed with a satisfied smile.

'I promise I'll make you finish,' he breathed as he began to thrust into you, slow and deep.

And he made tender, sweet and passionate love to you. His hand cupped your cheek as he held your hip gently with his other, grinding his sweaty, muscular body against yours, while whispering sweet nothings in your ear. 

And Sihtric felt your hands all over him; his back, his hips, his shoulders, his chest, and in his hair. You earned a heavy grunt from the warrior when you softly tugged his hair in pleasure, and it made your walls tighten around him.

'You feel so nice,' you moaned, 'gods, so nice.' 

'So do you, my love,' he husked and pecked your lips, 'oh, my love,' he sighed, with a desperate pitch.

And then Sihtric moved his body, just slightly, suddenly taking you in that perfect angle and you threw your head back into the furs. The overwhelming sensation of your climax was approaching, and you grabbed onto Sihtric's body wherever you could, begging him for more while he kept his steady, head spinning slow pace up. And he chuckled softly when he felt you nearing your high.

'Am I good to you, darling?' he whispered in your ear, breathing heavily.

'S-so good,' you mewled, 'gods, so good. Don't stop, please, my love, don't stop,' you begged, 'I've never felt this good before.'

'I won't stop until you finish,' he purred, 'I promise,' he smiled and kissed your lips, 'come, my love, finish for me,' he whispered, brushing his lips over yours, 'I can feel that you want to.'

'Sihtric, please,' you pleaded, your nails digging into his broad shoulders.

'Oh, that's it,' he moaned, slowly thrusting deep inside you, and he circled his arm around your waist, supporting you as you arched your back into him, 'that's it, darling,' he sighed, starting to struggle as his own climax approached, 'you can give it to me, you deserve to release it.' 

When Sihtric leaned his forehead against yours, and bucked his hips into you once more, you finally allowed yourself to surrender to him, and to yourself. Finally feeling what it's like to be finished by a man, only seconds before you felt him spill inside you, and it was a feeling of pure bliss, which made your head spin for a long moment after Sihtric had already pulled out and cleaned you both up.

He then pulled you in his arms, covering you both up with a soft blanket, and he held you tight, occasionally pecking your skin with his lips, waiting for you to come back down from your high, while he still felt like he was in another dimension himself. After a little while you chuckled softly, to which Sihtric frowned and gave you a cheeky look.

'Care to share your amusement?'

'No, just… I can't believe how gentle you were,' you smiled, 'and… I guess I have to thank you, for this night.'

'It was all my pleasure,' Sihtric kissed your cheek, 'and if you wish to spend more nights with me,' he smiled, 'I will always welcome you.'

'But what if I might have feelings for you?' you joked, except not really, 'would that be a problem… or make things weird?'

'Lady,' Sihtric smiled, 'I've had feelings for you for a long time already.'

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Simon Basset

Daphne Bridgerton

Eloise Bridgerton

Penelope Featherington

Marina Thompson

Downton Abbey:

Matthew Crawley

Tom Branson

William Mason

Bertie Pelham

Henry Talbot

Thomas Barrow

John Bates

Atticus Aldridge

Mary Crawley

Edith Crawley

Sybil Crawley

Rose MacClare

Anna Bates

Lucy Smith

Grishaverse:

(I have not read the books yet, so works will be mainly based off the show)

Kaz Brekker

Jesper Fahey

The Darkling/General Aleksander Kirigan

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Malyen 'Mal' Oretsev

Inej Ghaffa

Alina Starkov

Nina Zenik

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

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Bill Weasley

Charlie Weasley

Percy Weasley

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Cedric Diggory

Neville Longbottom

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Oliver Wood

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Hermione Granger

Ginny Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Young Sirius Black

Young Remus Lupin

Young James Potter

Young Lily Evans/Potter

Young Tom Riddle

The Hunger Games:

Peeta Mellark

Gale Hawthorne

Finnick Odair

Katniss Everdeen

Johanna Mason

Annie Cresta

Marvel:

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Steve Rogers/Captain America

Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Sam Wilson/Falcon

Loki Laufeyson

Thor Odinson

Peter Parker/Spider-man

Bruce Banner/Hulk

Clint Barton/Hawkeye

T'Challa/Black Panther

Scott Lang/Ant-man

Peter Quill/Star-Lord

Drax

Dr Stephen Strange

Vision

Nick Fury

MJ

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Wanda Maximoff/Scarlet Witch

Gamora

Maze Runner:

Thomas

Newt

Alby

Minho

Gally

Chuck

Frypan

Winston

Teresa

Narnia:

Peter Pevensie

Edmund Pevensie

Prince Caspian X

Mr Tumnus

Susan Pevensie

Lucy Pevensie

Poison Study/Glass series:

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Ari

Janco

Leif

Yelena

Opal

Iris

Pride and Prejudice:

Mr Darcy

Mr Bingley

Elizabeth Bennet

Jane Bennet

Sense and Sensibility:

Colonel Brandon

Edward Ferrars

Elinor Dashwood

Marianne Dashwood

The Last Kingdom:

Uhtred

Finan

Sihrtic

Osferth

Aethelstan

Alfred

Aldhelm

Gisela

Stiorra

Thyra

Eadith

Aethelflead

Ealhswith

Throne of Glass:

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Dorian Havilliard

Chaol Westfall

Rowan

Lorcan

Celaena Sardothien-

-Aelin Galathynius

Manon Blackbeak

Asteria Blackbeak

Elide Lochan

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Aragorn

Legolas

Gimli

Frodo

Sam

Merry

Pippin

Boromir

Éomer

Elrond

Arwen

Galadriel

Éowyn

The Hobbit:

Thorin

Balin

Dwalin

Fili

Kili

Bofur

Thranduil

Bard

Tauriel

Poldark:

Ross Poldark

Francis Poldark

Drake Carne

Sam Carne

Jeffry Charles Poldark

Dwight Enys

George Warleggan

Demelsa

Caroline

Rosina

Elizabeth

Morwenna

Peaky Blinders:

Tommy Shelby

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Michael Gray

Ada Shelby

Polly Gray

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This wasn’t supposed to happen | Finan x Eadith, Finan x Reader

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You live a normal life in modern day London until one day after a car accident you wake up in the body of a ninth century woman.

This is my take on a time travel au, but instead of the character travelling back in time, they wake up in another person's body, in this case, Eadith's.

Word Count: 2160

Warnings: implied smut, a LOAD OF ANGST!

It was supposed to be an easy journey, just travelling through Mercia to see Lady Aethelflaed in Alysburg. There had been no reports of raiders or bandits, nothing to suggest they would be in any danger. Eadith had wanted to come, she missed Aelfwynn dearly, and Finan had seen no reason to deny her – not that he could even if he had wanted to, once his wife set her mind to something, there was no stopping her. The journey to Mercia had gone smoothly, and Finan had not expected the return to be any different.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

Danes were all around them, the sound of metal clashing against metal reverberating off the trees that surrounded them. They had come from nowhere and now Finan and the rest of Uhtred’s men were fighting for their lives, blood staining the ground red as they dispatched their attackers to Valhalla. Whilst he fought, Finan kept a constant eye on Eadith. She wielded her blade well, Finan having made sure to teach his wife how to defend herself. She stabbed one Dane in the neck, causing him to fall to his knees before her – a smile crept across Finan’s face as he remembered a similar scene several years ago when she had singlehandedly saved all their lives. He hadn’t known he was in live with her then, he had, had no idea she would become his world.

He lost sight of her for just a minute, his concentration fully occupied by two large Danes coming at him from two sides. When he had dealt with his attackers, he turned around to find Eadith no longer standing where she had before. Panic began to rise inside him as he moved through the fighting bodies around him and he let out a sob when he saw her unconscious on the ground, Osferth crouching over her. She didn’t appear to have been stabbed, no wounds on her body as far as he could see, and Osferth explained that she had been pushed and had hit her head. He cradled her head in his lap, caressing her cheek and stroking her hair, however he stopped abruptly when his fingers felt something warm and sticky. He withdrew his hand to see it coated red and he shared a worried look with Osferth. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

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‘Where are you?!’ your best friend demanded down the phone.

‘I’m coming! I’m just leaving home, I swear!’ you insisted, as you threw things into your handbag haphazardly.

‘It’s my hen night! You promised you wouldn’t be late!’

‘I know, I know. I’m sorry! I swear I’ll get there as quick as I can!’

‘Just get here, okay?’ your friend snapped, as you threw your coat on and shoved on your shoes. ‘We’ve starting drinking without you.’

‘I’m literally leaving now, I’ll see you in a minute,’ you said, hanging up and throwing your phone in your bag. You locked the front door behind you and began to hurry down the street to the nearest Tube station. You were in such a hurry you forgot to look both ways before crossing the road, by the time you saw the car, it was too late. The car wasn’t driving overly fast, but it was enough to send you flying, crashing onto the tarmac, hitting your head hard. The world around you became blurred and faded to black.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

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As you slowly began to regain your senses, you immediately could tell something was different. Instead of being on the hard tarmac, the ground below you felt soft, almost like grass. You could no longer hear the sound of traffic and the loud noises of the city, instead you were surrounded by the rustling of leaves and the low murmur of voices. The air around you was fresh, a cool breeze blowing across your skin, no trace of pollution or exhaust fumes to be found.

It was not only your surroundings that felt different; youfelt different too. Your body no longer feeling like your own.

When you slowly opened your eyes, you realised that you were indeed no longer in London, but rather in a forest, looking up at lush green leaves and a cloudless blue sky. Men stood around you, dressed as warriors, with one crouched down beside you. Somehow their strange appearance did not shock you, instead ringing a strange sense of familiarity in the back of your head which you couldn’t quite place. The faces of the men around you also brought a sense of recognition to you, however where you had seen them before, you had no idea.

The man closest to you smiled when he saw that you were awake, his brown eyes lighting up with relief. He helped you to sit up and as your eyes drifted down your body, you realised that you didn’t just feel different, you were different. The body you saw before you was not your own, your skin a different tone, you hands a different shape, the red hair cascading over your shoulder not the colour of your own. You expected this revelation to come as more of a surprise to you, but somehow you just accepted it.

‘Are you alright, Eadith?’ the dark-haired man asked in an Irish accent. His voice seemed to calm you, something about it reassuring and making you feel safe, although you did not know why.

‘Who’s Eadith?’ you asked confused, not knowing who they were talking about, although the name did seem familiar somehow.

The faces of the men around you fell, the happiness which had been there before being replaced with a grave concern. ‘You are,’ the Irishman answered, his eyes pleading with you to understand.

You wanted to tell them that wasn’t your name, but something brought you up short. The longer you were awake in this medieval world, the more your life in the modern world seemed to fade away, like a dream that you couldn’t quite remember.

Perhaps this was all a dream and you were still lying on the tarmac, or perhaps the life you had envisaged in the future was the dream, and you were just waking up to reality.

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They took you back to their home in Coccham. It felt like you had known the village your whole life, even though you had never been there before.

You had decided there were three possible explanations for the turn of events; that this was all a dream and you were in a coma in hospital, that you were an amnesiac and had, had a vivid dream of a made up future life, or that you had been transported back in time and woken up in the body of a ninth century woman. Honestly, you had no idea which possibility was the most worrying.

The Irishman, who had introduced himself as Finan, led you to a small house at the edge of the village. Somehow the small structure brought a smile to your face and a warm feeling to grow in your chest. It felt like home.

When you entered the house, it was clear to you that Finan did not live there alone, the shawl over the chair and the flowers in the jug suggesting a woman lived with him. ‘Do you live alone?’

‘No,’ he answered, not looking you in the eye. ‘I live here with my wife.’

‘Who’s your wife?’

He finally brought his eyes to look deep into yours, tear threatening to spill down his cheeks. ‘You are, Eadith.’ His voice broke as he said the words, turning from you to wipe away his tears. You didn’t know what to say in return.

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Months past and the seasons changed, you settling into your life in Coccham. You fell into a routine quickly, adapting to the medieval world as if you had lived there your whole life – you thought that perhaps you had.

The longer you lived in this world, the more your memories of your past life faded, becoming just a dream you once had and since forgotten. The people and places you had once known, becoming nothing more than whispers on the wind.

You had also begun to remember more about the world around you, not so much people or events, but emotions. You knew you had laughed in the alehouse, had cried behind the stables, and had felt love in the house you and Finan shared. Not that there was love there anymore.

Finan had been so supportive for the first few months, still sure that your memories would return and he would get his wife back. However, as time draw on, it became clear that the woman he had loved was gone for good.

You knew you were nothing like his Eadith. He would tell a joke and look at you like he expected you to laugh, or sometimes you would say something to one of the others and he would stare at you like he couldn’t believe you had said it. He had told you stories about Eadith before they were married, telling you about her bravery, her determination and her kindness. You could never be as good as her; you would never have thrown yourself in front of armed men with bows and arrows, or volunteered to walk undefended into a siege in the aid of others. In short, you were not her, and the longer Finan spent time with you, the more he came to realise this.

Whilst Finan came to the realisation that you were not the woman he loved; you had fallen in love with him. There was something about him, something deep inside that told you to trust him, that you were safe with him. He was caring, and funny, and oh so handsome. You were living in the same house as him, how could anyone not expect you to fall in love with him?

After a night in the alehouse, when you both had drunk rather too much ale, you found enough courage to kiss him. He hesitated for a moment before kissing you back, with so much passion and force that it took you by surprise. You had pulled him onto the bed, your clothes haphazardly discarded across the floor, as his hands ran down your body and his mouth blazed a trail down your neck.

Once you had brought each other to the height of pleasure, you both laid in the bed in silence. You turned to Finan to see tears glistening on his face, reflecting the light from the fire. You went to wipe them away, but he flinched away from you, manoeuvring himself so he sat on the edge of the bed with his back towards you.

‘I can’t do this,’ he muttered, running his hand through his hair. ‘I… shouldn’t have done that.’

‘Why? Finan, please I love you,’ you pleaded. ‘Not because someone has told me I should, but because over the months I have known you, I’ve realised there is no one else in the world I’d rather spend my life with. I know you’re hurting, but you make me happy.’

‘You’re not my wife,’ he replied solemnly.

‘I know, you’re right, I’m not. But why can’t we start over?’

‘Because I have lost the woman I love and I want to grieve but I can’t because you’re here!’ he said through gritted teeth, turning to face you with so much sadness and bitterness in his eyes. ‘I will never get my Eadith back, and instead I have to look at you every day, looking just like her. Do you know how that feels? To see the woman I love everyday but for it not really to be her?’

‘Finan…’ you had no words, there was no way you could possibly know how he felt.

‘I wish you were her! When we were together just then, I wasn’t humping you; in my head I was humping her. If we were to make a go of it, I wouldn’t be in love with you, but the woman I wish you were. That’s not fair on you, and it’s certainly not fair on me.’

He looked completely broken and there was nothing you could say that would make this situation get any better. ‘I’m sorry,’ was all you managed.

‘It’s not ya’ fault. I don’t know why this has happened, but it ain’t your fault.’ He made a large sigh before getting up and moving about the room, collecting the strewn clothing and getting dressed. ‘This wasn’t supposed to happen,’ he murmured, ‘me and Eadith were supposed to spend the rest of our lives together, she was my world…’ he trailed off, his voice cracking as new tears began to brim in his eyes.

Without saying another word, he left, letting the door slam behind him. You were left alone, unable to stop the tears that were falling freely down your face.

@morosemagick @magravenwrites @obipoelover @solinarimoon @lauwrite1225 @thebohemianpenguin @unlockyourmind-wp

#finan #finan fanfic #finan x eadith #eadith #the last kingdom #the last kingdom fanfic #tlk fanfic #time travel #finan x reader

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masterlist

* - smut

~Sihtric~

Yours, And Only Yours

part one, part two* & part three*

Fealty

The Things You Deserve

Rainy Days - Modern AU

That One* - TLKFFF2020

Mother’s Daughter - Dad!Sihtric

His Warrior, His Woman & Part Two  Part Three Part Four

Even the Day After Tomorrow

What is Mine, is Yours

A Reason to Come Home

I Won’t Ask You To Stay...

Trouble - Modern AU

All Love, No Shame

Blind - Modern AU

~Finan~

A Hot Bath

The Hunt* - A/B/O

Sweeter Things

The Ruins Of You

part one, part two & part three

Daddy said Stay Away from Juliet

Oh the Things I Would Do* 

It Feels Too Good To Be Bad*

The Storm*

When Someone Falls in Love - Finan x Eadith

In Sickness and In Health - Finan x Eadith*

I’ll Look After You 

I Put A Spell On You

Part. 1, Part. 2, Part.3, Part.4, Part.5, Part.6, Part.7, Part.8, Part 9., Part 10., Part 11., Part 12., epilogue - Werewolf!Finan x Witch!Eadith

~Finan x Reader x Sihtric~

Sweet Like Berries 

Her Boys 

Birthday Cake - Modern AU

~Osferth~

In Times of Celebration...*

All But A Memory

~Edward~

Petals*

Pleasure*

~Eadith~

All Eyes On You

#the last kingdom fanfic

[tlkfanficfest]

TLK FANFIC FEST - FILL POST

Well TLK Fandom you have OUTDONE yourselves. What started as a little endeavour I thought would go nowhere resulted in 34 brand new fics in TWO WEEKS. Also, today they announced we are getting a Season 5 for TLK. If that isn’t the universe saying all our positive energy worked, I don’t know what is! 

I’ve tried to list the fills alphabetically by prompt, and included both a tumblr link/AO3 link(if available). Round 2 will go up tomorrow so check back soon because that prompt submission box will be open and ready to take your requests! I’ve also got a few new things coming but you’ll hear all about it tomorrow. 

IF I HAVE MISSED A FILL PLEASE MESSAGE ME.

Round 1 Prompt Fills:

"Keen is the wind, bare the hill, it is difficult to find shelter; the ford is marred, the lake freezes, a man could stand on a single stalk." - from a Welsh poem, 'Winter', c.11th century, author unknown

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/25043593 by @chaos_is_welcome

"The ocean is full, the sea is in flood, lovely is the home of ships ... the rudder is swift upon the wide sea." - from an 11th century Irish poem, A Storm at Sea, author unknown

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/25080601 by @chaos_is_welcome

Aelswith/Alfred, first meeting

https://minimartian.tumblr.com/post/622947185597743104/rolls-off-the-tongue-aelswithalfred by @minimartian

Aethelflaed/Aldhelm, “you have bewitched me, body and soul.”

https://tobebbanburg.tumblr.com/post/622074165361606656/duty-decency-tobebbanburg-the-last-kingdom by @tobebbanburg (https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/24943159)

Aldhelm has a Nice Day for once

https://cocchamscrew.tumblr.com/post/622713412871421952/day-out-aldhelm-x-aethelflaed by @cocchamscrew (https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/25068061)

https://sihtric.tumblr.com/post/622862452389019648/caged-birds-flying-free by @sihtric (https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/25117453)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24997012 by @superprincesspea

Aldhelm, resting and thinking back on his life, Finan and Sihtric come across him. They talk.

https://softestark.tumblr.com/post/622727659241275392/a-truth-you-cant-avoid-softestark-the-last by @softestark ( https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/25070851)

Coccham crew get drunk and start flyting against each other

https://tobebbanburg.tumblr.com/post/621729570931015680/flyting-fighting-tobebbanburg-the-last by @tobebbanburg (https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/24878602)

Eadith/Finan, it was never about pleasure for Eadith until Finan

https://superprincesspea.tumblr.com/post/621821375618891776/winchesters-finest by @superprincesspea (https://archiveofourown.org/works/24896029)

https://jade-masquerade.tumblr.com/post/622774509711327232/the-altar-is-my-hips by @jade-masquerade (https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/25082065)

Eadith/Finan, it was never about pleasure for Eadith until Finan / Eadith/Finan, Eadith trusts Finan with her life, but she needs to convince him she trusts him with her body.

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/24973942 by @chaos_is_welcome

Eadith/Finan/Uhtred, relationship negotiations

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/24908578 by @NotInPublic

Finan and Uhtred roadtrip

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/24953728 by @solarlotus

Finan, "Don't pretend like you're asleep. Should I find a way to wake you up?"(obvs on the smutty side... I can see it already!)

https://geekandbooknerd.tumblr.com/post/621931804972253184/morning-after-modern-finan-x-reader by @geekandbooknerd

Finan, Finan shares his cloak with the reader at the fire to keep them both warm. His hands wander occasionally / Sihtric rescues the reader from drowning.

https://righmarbh.tumblr.com/post/622266186253598720/love-like-winter by @righmarbh

Finan, Finan shares his cloak with the reader at the fire to keep them both warm. His hands wander occasionally.

https://lauwrite1225.tumblr.com/post/621715492568219648/cold-night-finan-x-reader by @lauwrite1225 (

Finan, him being soft and him caring for kids in my lfie

https://lauwrite1225.tumblr.com/post/622020890369130496/tlkfff2020-tlkfanficfest-imagine-2-finan-him by @lauwrite1225

Finan/Sihtric, that first night after Finan knows Sihtric didn't really abandon them.

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/24996745 by @tobebbanburg

Finan/Uhtred, stuck in a confessional box. Can be as naughty as you like. Bonus for Aelswith coming to pray whilst they're stuck.

https://righmarbh.tumblr.com/post/621727119535407104/cloisterfuck by @righmarbh

Finan/Uhtred, they know each other like the back of their hands

https://azyland.tumblr.com/post/621846930215108608/etched-in-your-skin-azyland-the-last-kingdom by @azyland (https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/24901645)

https://tsukkinami.tumblr.com/post/622118184480342016/like-the-back-of-my-hand by @tsukkinami(https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/24951751)

Finan/Uhtred, we are bound.

https://bird-on-a-wire20.tumblr.com/post/622448696390565888/the-best-of-mornings-finanuhtred-drabble by @bird-on-a-wire20

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/25114897  by @kirstenseas 

Gisela/Hild, hurt/comfort

https://druellasrosier.tumblr.com/post/622256354464317440/solertia-dolore-written-for-tlkfanficfest-prompt by @druellasrosier (https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/24979051)

Jealous possessive Finan please!

https://nxrdist.tumblr.com/post/621821341628317696/tlkfanficfest-prompt-fill-for by @nxrdist

Osferth saves Finan and Sihtric’s life from Danes and has a little smirk at the end. / Sihtric and Osferth bonding over being bastards

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/24936049 by @limenal

Radio station AU of any description. Wessex FM, Bebbanburg Beats, Mercia Magic...

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/25102252 by salto

Sihtric/Reader, Enemies to Lovers, smut should definitely take place. They have been on opposite sides for years until one day changes everything forever.

https://valhallasubstitute.tumblr.com/post/621804826542718976/that-one by @valhallasubstitute 

https://geekandbooknerd.tumblr.com/post/622293481002565633/opposites-sihtric-x-reader by @geekandbooknerd

The Coccham crew get a little tipsy and Sihtric ends up with his most interesting haircut yet

https://for-bebbanburg.tumblr.com/post/621846264781422592/the-haircut by @for-bebbanburg

The Cookham squad mourn the death of Steapa.

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/24989260 by @chaos_is_welcome

Uhtred is visited by the actual Night Walker and they have a philosophical conversation around the campfire.

https://archiveofourown.org/collections/tlkfanficfest/works/24987775 by @kirstenseas

Uhtred/Gisela/Finan is a thing and they need to figure out who is the baby daddy now that Gisela is pregnant.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24960037 by @NotInPublic

#The Last Kingdom #tlk uhtred #uhtred of bebbanburg #finan #sihtric #tlk finan #tlk sihtric #tlk alfred #tlk hild #tlk aelswith #tlk aethelflaed #tlk osferth #tlk aldhelm #tlk eadith #finan x uhtred #finan x eadith #finan x sihtric #finan x reader #sihtric x reader #imagine #fanfic #fanfiction #TLKFFF2020