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Thank the Gods {Sihtric}

Summary: Your husband comes home early, making an attempt to fufill your truest desire.

Husband!Sihtric x Wife!Reader

Word count: 1.2k

warnings: Mentions of smut, Insinuation of smut but nothing is written :)

Your husband wasn’t due home for another week, and you couldn’t help but miss him in his time gone. You worked with Lady Gisla in hopes to find a distraction, helping with her children in any way you could while he was away. Although from Winchester you moved to Coccham as soon as you had married your husband, you found some days you missed the busier streets of the heart of Wessex.

“Where is my woman?” The sound of your front door opening and closing, and the sound of an oh -so familiar voice made you drop the knife on the kitchen counter.

“Sihtric!” You exclaimed, rushing through the house to meet your husband. He dropped his bag by the door and opened his arms, laughing as you hurdled yourself into him. “You’re home! You weren’t supposed to be back for another week!”

“Are you not happy to see me, my love?” Sihtric asked teasingly, placing you back on your feet as he cupped your face between his hands.

“Quite the opposite.” You told him, your arms curling into the hair on the nape of his neck. Your husband smiled down at you, his forehead resting against yours as he leaned in to connect your lips. “I’ve missed you.” You hummed through the kiss, tilting your head to the side as his lips connected with your neck.

“I have missed you every moment I was gone.” Sihtric mumbled against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. He always had this effect on you, you would bend to his very will if he asked. “I see we weren’t blessed with any pups.” He groaned, his hands moving to your stomach. You let out a sigh, grabbing his hands and stepping back from him slightly. It was true, and it left you wondering why the Gods hadn’t blessed you yet.

“I’m sorry-”

“You shouldn’t be.” Sihtric hummed, placing a kiss to the crown of your head before pulling you into his arms. “We are young, we have an entire lifetime to have a family, my love.” He mumbled into your hair as you clutched onto him.

“Let me finish making dinner and I will get a bath ready for you.” You spoke, although your voice was muffled by his chest.

“Will you be joining me?” He asked, a smile on his face as he looked down to you.

“I have a feeling the water will be black once we finish scrubbing you clean.” You told him with a laugh, stepping away from his arms. You helped to slip his cloak off, promising yourself that you would wash it before he leaves again. Hanging his cloak up by the door, you ushered your husband to sit at the table in the kitchen as you puttered around, finishing the stew you had started before he had come home. In between getting the stew ready, you worked at warming water in the wooden tub. Once the stew was finished to cook over the fire, you smiled in triumph and looked over your shoulder.

Sihtric’s eyes never left you, watching as you worked quickly. You always hummed while you cooked, and most times you didn’t even realize it, but the man loved it. “Your bath should be ready, my love.” You told the man, walking forward with the intent to pull him towards it, but you were pulled into his lap instead.

“I love you, (Y/N).” He mumbled, before connecting his lips to yours.

“I love you too, Sihtric.” You told him, your hand cupping his cheek, your thumb brushing along his cheekbone. “Now come, before the water turns cold.” The man let out a laugh as you dragged him to the tub, helping him from his armor and tunic as he quickly got into the tub. The two of you worked quickly to scrub any dirt from his skin. Sihtric hummed as you ran your hands through his hair, scrubbing soap into it until it sudded. “Finish up, I will go find something for you to change into.” You told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek as you stood from your spot kneeling beside the tub.

Sihtric did as he was told, rinsing his hair of the soap, and his body as well. He wrapped a cloth around his waist as you walked into the room, handing him a clean tunic and trousers. “Supper should be ready now, get dressed.”

“Have you always been this demanding?” Sihtric asked with a laugh, making you roll your eyes at your husband’s question and leave him to change. When he was dressed, Sihtric joined you at the table. His hair was still wet, small droplets of water falling onto his shoulders but he was too hungry to care. “I have missed your cooking.” He told you, as you placed a bowl in front of him. Sihtric would take your cooking over those of the men they traveled with any day.

“I have missed having you here to eat it.” You told him softly, offering him a smile as they two of you ate. You listened intently as Sihtric told you where they had just come back from now, the smile never leaving his face as he talked of their adventures. You listened intently, until both of your bowls were empty and your stomach was full. You watched your husband talk, his eyes lighting up as he spoke, which never failed to make you smile. Sihtric was normally such a quiet man, but the sound of his voice always calms your nerves. Hearing him step through the door and call for you always brought you peace, it meant he was still here with you.

“My love, are you listening?” Sihtric asked, noticing when you looked to be in a day dream. You hummed in response, nodding slightly. A smile tugged at his lips at your response. “What are you thinking?”

“Do you know how long you will be home for?” You asked, Sihtric shook his head. “Then I was thinking, the more time we spend in bed, the higher our chance for some pups.” You told him, a cheeky smile falling upon you. Sihtric’s eyes went wide at your comment, but he nodded quickly. “Lock the door, I will clean up quickly.” You told him, Sihtric was quick to stand from the table as you grabbed your dishes with a laugh.

The man was quick to lock the door for the night, walking back into the kitchen to find you tidying up from dinner. He wrapped his arms around your waist as his lips found your neck, placing open mouth kisses against any surface he could reach.

“No more waiting love, it was your idea.” He whispered into your ear making you shiver. Before you could protest he turned you around and placed a quick kiss to your lips, before throwing you over his shoulder. You laughed loudly as he made his way through your house, kicking the bedroom door closed as he placed you on the bed. His lips met yours quickly, your arms finding their place around his neck to pull him closer to you.

“Thank the Gods for blessing me with you.” Sihtric hummed against your lips.

#sihtric #sihtric x reader #finan #finan x reader #uhtred #uhtred x reader #the last kingdom #the last kingdom imagine #erik thurgilson #erik x reader #osferth #osferth x reader #king alfred #steepa #brida #ragnar #ragnar x reader

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king-alfred · 3 months

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"You look tired."

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witchthewriter · 5 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝'𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

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

Warnings: violence

a/n: nsfw included (ha duh)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ESFP

Gryffindor

Neutral Good

Aries Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Capricorn Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

・And allow himself to be told off by.

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

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

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

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

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

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

・Showing emotion wasn't one of his great strengths

・But gods forbid if anything happened to you

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

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

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

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

・But now he knows.

・It's you.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

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

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

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

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

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

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Lívstræðrir by John Lunn, Eivør

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

・No, once is never enough for Uhtred.

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

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dailytlk · 3 months

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ALFRED OF WESSEX / THE LAST KINGDOM 1x04

#the last kingdom #tlkedit #thelastkingdomedit #tlk #perioddramaedit #king alfred of wessex #king alfred #alfred the great #david dawson

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Above is Northumbria and Cumbraland, where Pagans rule and threaten our Christian brothers. And beyond the great wall is a kingdom they call Alba, where it is cold and wild.

#the last kingdom #thelastkingdomedit #perioddramaedit #david dawson #millie brady #alfred the great #king alfred #æthelflæd #alfred and æthelflæd #tlk203 #northpost

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cdyrdz · 9 months

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#the last kingdom #tlk alfred #uhtred of bebbanburg #alhtred #king alfred #tlk #alfred x uhtred #i love my dads

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drrav3nb · 5 months

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GET TO KNOW ME MEME: favourite ships [2/10] - Ubbe & Alfred (Vikings)

I do not trust my own noblemen as much as I trust you.

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tlkvikings · 10 months

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#the last kingdom #tlk #thelastkingdomedit #tlkedit #king alfred #killyedits

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hikaruchen · 11 months

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TLK Uhtred/Alfred log (do they have a ship name may i ask)

(He’s thinking about Uhtred’s shabby church in Cookham)

The king himself (aka my pathetic babygirl)

===NSFW Bottom!Alfred ===

Why am i so obsessed with these two silly stubborn gays

#tlk #tlk uhtred #tlk alfred #uhtred #alfred #uhtred ragnarsson #alfred the great #king alfred #uhtred x alfred #alfred x uhtred #the last kingdom #hikaruchen #hikaru tlk

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silentsihtric · 2 years

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Made some memes

#the last kingdom #Osferth #Uhtred #Finan #King Alfred #aethelflaed

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lexyleblancc · 1 year

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What a woman {Finan}

Summary: You find yourself spilling confessions in the rooms of an Alehouse.

Ragnar x sister!reader Uhtred x sister!reader Finan x fem!reader

Word count: 2.6k

Part 2 to “The kindness of a Dane.”

Part one

Warnings: Nothing other than Athelwold being himself

It came to no surprise to you when Uhtred renewed his oath to Alfred once back in Wessex. It came to no surprise to you when Ragnar sent Brida ahead to gather any and all of Ragnar’s men that would answer the call. What did surprise you, was even once in Winchester, Finan never stayed far from your side. “Finan, you do know that you are free to find yourself a woman to bed while we are here? You do not have to stay with me.” You told the man who sat across from you in the alehouse.

“Oh I’m very aware of my freedom to do so, Lady.” Finan spoke with a grin, watching as a woman passed the two of you, her eyes lingering on Finan as she did. “I’m afraid none of them have caught my interest enough.” He told you, lifting his cup with a grin. The man across from you had finally been able to properly bathe, ridding himself of any dirt caked onto his skin, and you had to admit; Finan was quite handsome.

“Well, you’ve caught plenty of their attention.” You told the man with a small laugh, your eyes falling on an approaching figure behind the man. Ragnar sat at the table with the pair of you, a grunt leaving his lips as he made eye contact with you briefly. “What crawled up your arse and died, brother?” You quipped, a snort leaving Finan as he tried to stifle his laughter.

“You are aware that our brother renewed his oath?” Ragnar asked, accepting the cup of Ale one of the barmaids brought over for him. You nodded your head, you were more than aware of the fact your brother has once become the King's personal lap dog.

“I’m sure Uhtred had his reasons for it.” You told your brother. “He did kill a man of the lord.” You spoke mockingly which made Ragnar crack a small smile at your antics.

“Will you stay with him?” Ragnar asked you quietly.

“Do you ask as a request, or do you ask for fear of me leaving you behind?” You asked, an eyebrow raised as you set down your empty mug.

“Both?”

“I think Uhtred may need me for a while.” You said with a sigh. You didn’t want to leave Ragnar, in fact you wanted to join him anywhere he went. You also knew that this time around, Uhtred would need any person he could to follow him. He needed the guidance and support of his younger sister, and you couldn’t bear to leave him once more. “I do expect a welcome party when I come to visit in Dunholm.” You said with a smirk, Ragnar nodding his head in agreement.

“I thought we were going to deal with the brothers?” Finan questioned the two of you. Your eyes drifted to the Irishman as you smiled.

“Oh, we are Irishman.” You said with a smile. “But after we take care of those bastards we ride to Dunholm and avenge our parents once and for all.” The news of your sister Thyra being alive had only set the plan in stone. If Thyra truly was still alive, it was all the more reason to reclaim Dunholm to the Ragnarsson’s.

The three of you paid for your ale, leaving the silver on the table before making your way out of the Alehouse. You were leaving Winchester and making your way to Guthred of Northumbria. In the courtyard of the castle, Finan assisted you onto your horse, you didn’t need the help but accepted it from the man anyways. Finan mounted the horse beside you before the group departed from Winchester for the time being, leaving Gisela in the care of the King.

Ragnar rode with Uhtred at the front of the group, while you and Finan rode behind them. You drowned out the men around you, rolling your eyes when the King’s Nephew Aethelwold spoke of finding a woman to bed soon. You noticed his eyes burning into the back of your head as he spoke those words, as well did Finan.

“Look at her again, I dare ya.” Finan said to him, his eyes narrowing in a glare.

“And what are you going to do if I can’t help myself?” Athelwold asked with a smirk, this gaining the attention of both your brothers. Ragnar was about to butt into the conversation but Uhtred shook his head, his eyes on the Irishman.

“Then you best pray you don’t fall asleep tonight.” Finan’s voice was low, almost a growl. You rolled your eyes at this, but couldn’t deny the butterflies in the pit of your stomach as he defended you. Your eyes met Finan’s and you offered a small smile in thanks. Amongst all these men, you and Hild were the only two women to join them. You were a seasoned warrior, and have seen more battles than you could even count at this point but Hild was a woman of her God and a warrior as well, neither of you should require protection from one discredited heir to the throne.

When the group stopped for rest, they ended up in Loidis, a small village. Everyone was quick to dismount from their horses, sore from the long journey. “Let me, Lady.” Finan spoke, his hands on your waist as he helped you down.

“Thank you, Finan.” Your hips were sore from the movement of your horse, and it felt good to be on your own two feet once again. Your hand found Finan’s arm as he led the way to the Alehouse Ragnar had slipped into with Brida. You knew people would come at Ragnar’s call, if Danes were anything it was loyal to their leader. The two of you slipped into the Alehouse, while others from the group took the horses to the stables to be fed and cooled down. A small group of you stood on the sidelines, watching as Ragnar’s men exclaimed with joy at the return to their leader, a fond smile on your face.

After the greetings had died down, rooms had been paid for, and everyone was fed until their heart's content, you found yourself sitting around a table. You were squished between Steepa and Finan. “Oh Ragnar, your woman’s got the balls of a bear. I like her.” Finan said with a smile, your eyes watching as Brida left the table, dismissing herself for the night. You sighed to yourself, no longer being able to deny the fact that your eyes had grown heavy. You steadied yourself using Finan’s shoulder as you stood from the chair you were sitting on, and bed the men around you a goodnight.

“(Y/N), one of us will have to share a room with you.” Uhtred spoke up, his eyes on you when you were halfway to the stairs.

“Irishman, you’re with me.” You agreed, locking eyes with Finan from your spot at the bottom of the stairs. Finan nodded his head quickly, watching as you disappeared up the staircase.

“You won’t be touching our sister, Irishman.” Ragnar spoke, ripping Finan’s gaze from the empty staircase and to the blonde Dane. The men quickly finished their conversation, coming up with a plan to easily take care of the issue of Erik and Sigefried. When everyone was making their way to the rooms of the inn, Finan pushed the door to your room open. You were curled up on one side of the bed, furs pulled to your chin. You looked much younger in your sleep, when your brows weren’t frowned constantly, you looked peaceful.

“Bar the door.” You whispered once Finan closed the door to the room. He almost jumped hearing your voice, he expected you to be sleeping. He made sure to lock the hatch over the door, before he started ridding himself of his armor. Your own armor was sat on a chair, your sword placed beside the bed. The man copied your actions, looking around the room and frowning at the realization that the bed you were resting in was indeed the only bed in the room. “Stop standing there like an oaf and get in bed Finan.” You grumbled, rolling onto your back so you could face the man.

Finan could feel like blood rushing to his face as you spoke, but pulled back the furs enough for him to climb under as well. He made sure to keep to his side of the bed, laying on his back as he stared up at the ceiling. “Thank you for today, with Athelwold I mean.” You finally said, breaking the silence. Finan glanced at you slightly, a small smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re welcome, Lady.” He replied softly, making you roll your eyes in annoyance.

“How many times must I tell you to stop calling me Lady?” You asked. You knew that this Irishman in particular was respectful, but after weeks of traveling together you figured he would finally listen to you.

“It’s what you are, no?” Finan hummed in response, a smile tugging at his lips. He knew you hated when he called you Lady, that’s why he insisted on it.

“Lady of Bebbanburg, Lady of Dunholm… how much can a title like that hold when both of your brothers have no claim to their homeland?” You questioned. The two of you laid in silence for a while longer, and Finan had assumed you finally fell asleep. “Where are you from, Irishman?” You asked quietly. Finan didn’t talk about his life before he was a slave, which seemed slightly unfair since he knew so much about you now.

“Small kingdom in Irland.” Finan muttered, memories of his homeland were nothing but painful, even after all these years. “Married a sweet Lady, only did it because her status was higher than mine… but I didn’t love her.” He told you, his voice sounded distant as he spoke. “No, I was in love with my brother's wife.” Finan said with a laugh. “She was nothing more than a milkmaid, and yet there was no doubt in my mind that I loved her… so we fled.” Finan groaned as he remembered everything he did his best to forget. “I was exiled, stripped of my titles and sold into slavery after that. That’s about when I met Uhtred.”

You rolled onto your side to face him, offering him a tiny smile. “Would you ever go back to find her?” You asked, holding the furs tightly against you.

“No, I would not, Lady.” Finan said with a dry chuckle. He had no reason to go back to his life before joining Uhtred and swearing his loyalty to him. “I have no reason to go back there, I enjoy my life now.” You reached out, your hand grasping one of Finan’s that rested over his chest. He squeezed your hand tightly, shifting so he could face you fully now.

“I shouldn’t say I’m glad to hear that… but I’ve grown fond of you Irishman.” you whispered, a smile on both of your faces now.

“I’m quite fond of you too, Dane.” Finan replied, bringing your hand up and pressing his lips to your knuckles. “Let’s save the confessions for the morning, you should rest.” The man added in, trying to let your hand go, and only smiling wider when he noticed you refuse to let it go. “If you’re not gonna let go, at least turn around.”

You raised your brow at that, but turned on your other side to face away from the man. He grinned to himself, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you further into his chest. You only smiled to yourself at the action, closing your eyes so you could finally drift off to sleep.

You woke up the next morning to shuffling behind you. Desperately trying to blink the sleep from your eyes you rolled over to face the man who laid behind you. “I think it’s about time we get up, my Lady.” Finan spoke, his voice still laced with sleep. You let out a groan laying your head on the man's chest as his arm wrapped around your shoulder.

“I’m not ready to deal with everyone just yet.” You mumbled, the sound of your voice being muffled by Finan’s tunic. He couldn’t deny that he wasn’t either. As soon as you left this room you would be back on the road for God knows how long, sleeping on the forest floor, all before fighting a battle you very well may not make it out of. “Let’s discuss those confessions you were talking about last night instead.” You said, lifting your head slightly to meet his gaze.

“Don’t know what you’re talking about.” Finan said with a chuckle. There was a big difference between Saxons and Danes. Finan most of the time would beat around the bush when it came to voicing his emotions, while you didn’t have time for that, you were blunt and spoke what was on your mind.

“I like you Irishman, so do you plan to do something about that or not?” You asked, making Finan’s cheeks grow pink at your question. Normally he was the one approaching women, not the women approaching him. Never in his life had someone been so blunt towards him either.

“Oh I plan to do somethin’ about it alright.” The man said with a grin, wrapping his arms around your waist and flipping the two of you. Your back met the furs as he held himself over you. “A Lady such as yourself shouldn’t want an exiled Lord.” His lips brushed yours as he spoke, making your head dizzy.

“Then stop calling me Lady, and you and I are the same.” You retorted, nudging his nose with your own.

“You really want to be stuck with a Christian man, Dane?”

“You want to be stuck with a Dane?” Finan grinned, you could always keep up with his quick wit and he loved it. “If the answer is yes, then do something.” You teased. As much as he didn’t want to give into you, Finan knew that would be impossible. It’d been weeks since you helped nurse him back to health, you trained with him when his hands shook under the weight of a sword, you never gave up on him. You saw the man that Finan would be when he couldn’t see it for himself.

He inhaled shapely before connecting his lips with yours, taking your bottom lip between his teeth as he did. You were quick to respond, your arms going around his neck in an attempt to pull him closer to you. His beard tickled your skin as his lips attached themselves to your neck, making you gasp. “God woman, what are you tryna do to me?” Finan growled against your skin, his hand gripping your hip as he spoke.

A knock on the door broke you two apart. “We meet downstairs!” The voice Uhtred called, you couldn’t help the laugh that escaped you while Finan looked from the door and back to you once more. You leaned forward to capture his lips once more, leaving the man dazed as you crawled out of bed and words to put your armor back on. You left the room first, leaving the man who was rushing to ready himself for the rest of the journey.

“What a woman.” He breathed, rushing out of the room to meet the others.

“Might I say, you do look lovely this morning (Y/N).” Finan rolled his eyes hearing Athelwold’s voice ring through the room.

“Athelwold,” Finan spoke, wrapping his arm around you once you were in his sight. “Look at my woman again, and I’ll kill ya, you little rat.”

Athelwold nodded his head quickly, scurrying away from the two of you while Uhtred and Rangar gave each other knowing looks.

“Your woman?” You asked, looking up at the man who was wrapped around you.

“Aye, my woman.”