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itbmojojoejo · 9 months

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Bronze Onyx | Sigefrid x OFC

Pairing: Sigefrid x OFC

Word Count: 3.4k | Part 1 | Other works

Summary: With the fall of Eoferwic, Arnora flees with Sigefrid and Erik to Frankia.

Warnings: MDNI18+ NSFW. Mentions and threats of violence, unprotected PinV. Oral (m receiving). Slight somnophilia, light choking and very light hair pulling (if you squint).

Authors Notes: *feral raccoon noises* -There isn't much plot to this one LMAO. I'm sorry this took a damn while but it's here, and yes part 3 will still be happening at some point.

The night sky was heavy with the heat of the day clinging to the air and the smell of a thunderstorm rolled in through the window of the dimly lit bedroom. Sigefrid lightly trailed a hand along the soft skin of Arnora’s back as she laid with her head on his chest listening to the steady beat of his heart with her legs tangled in his.

“Come with me ‘Nora,” Sigefrid’s low voice rumbled in his chest beneath her ear.

“To fight the Scots? Don’t be absurd.” She laughed lightly.

“I wouldn’t dare give you an axe, I just ask that you keep my bed warm.” He jested, pulling her further into him.

“Oh, how could I forget! My one use,”

“Now it is you being absurd. Will you not miss me?” He stroked the golden hair from her face and tried to get her to look at him.

Arnora’s cheeks blushed a gentle hue of pink as a smile played on her lips and she pushed away from him getting out of the bed. They had not spoken of their feelings for one another in the time since Arnora came to Eoferwic, Sigefrid knew that she was his and that was all that mattered.

He felt no need to speak of sentiment when both of their actions showed how fond they had become of one another. Arnora had not tried to flee the city when she was given more freedom choosing to remain by Sigefrid’s side, and he had paid no notice of any newly enslaved women brought into the city.

Sigefrid watched her pull on his red tunic and tie it at her waist covering up what he deemed to be her best parts and pour a cup of ale, with a sigh he got up not bothering to cover his own naked body and came to stand behind her stroking his hands down her arms.

“I think you would, so, you can come with me or stay here with Haesten until I return.”

“And here I was thinking you were giving me a genuine choice,” Arnora spoke playfully and turned to meet his onyx gaze poking his chest, “Admit that you would miss me, and I will follow you,”

“I will miss having a warm bed without yo-AH!” Arnora pinched his nipple at his jest and her laugh cut off into a yelp as he roughly lifted her over his shoulder and dropped her down back onto the furs.

Sigefrid grappled with her kicking legs and she laughed as he settled between her thighs with a huff.

“I would miss you, ‘Nora.” He admitted looking into her bronze eyes.

“Then I will come with you.” She responded softly, stroking her fingers along the dark ink decorating the side of his head.

Under the morning sky Arnora weaved her way through the crowd of women and children who were to stay behind in Eoferwic saying their farewell’s to the parting men. Checking over her saddle Sigefrid’s hand came to replace hers and she looked up over her shoulder at him, his face was set in determination for what was ahead and he spoke quietly not meeting her gaze.

“You are to wait and leave with the wagons, understand?”

“Yes.”

They had spoken of this the night before, it was to ensure that the fighting men were able to clear their path should anyone be waiting to launch a surprise attack on the road.

Sigefrid silently helped her mount the horse giving the reins a final once over and as he turned a shorter priest with murky brown hair bumped into him. Arnora watched on as Sigefrid held the holy man known as Hrothweard by the neck and face before headbutting him hard after Erik had failed to completely resolve the situation.

His temperament was something that no longer took Arnora by surprise, he could be laughing then lashing out at a person all within the same breath but she had somehow been spared this behaviour.

The journey north had been slow and Arnora found herself glad to be under a fabric canopy with furs to sleep on, the camp was still half a day's ride out from where Erik and Sigefrid would be starting their battles so she would be at a safe distance with the others who would also remain.

At night all was quiet with the men ordered to keep themselves sober and Arnora had managed to reduce the feeling of unease that had seeped into her bones enough to eventually fall asleep with Sigefrid enveloping her smaller frame in his arms.

The sound of a light breeze rustling leaves of surrounding trees crept into the tent Sigefrid laid awake in, he stared up at the canopy with his arm trapped under Arnora’s head and her sleeping breaths tickling his skin.

Rolling onto his side he brushed his knuckles down the bare skin of Arnora’s back hoping to rouse her but she simply leaned herself further back against his chest. With a smirk playing on his lips he smoothed his hand down her hip, over her arse and between her legs letting his fingers skim over her folds.

She shifted ever so slightly at the contact so he slipped his middle finger through her folds as his trapped arm folded inwards wrapping around her chest keeping her close and started slowly circling her clit as her core grew slick with each ministration.

A breathy gasp escaped Arnora and her hands came up to grasp his forearm, Sigefrid hummed deeply, placing a kiss to her shoulder knowing she was awake now and pushed two fingers into her wet core causing a louder moan to fall from her mouth.

“Sig…” Her whine dripped with honey as she brought her knee up spreading her legs, and the sounds of Sigefrid’s fingers pumping into her wet cunt filled the tent.

“Mm, I know.” His voice rumbled lowly and he nipped at her shoulder as he replaced his fingers with his throbbing cock.

As her walls stretched around his thick length with each painfully slow roll of his hips into her Siegfrid brought his hand to her slender throat and turned her face to him with a light pressure. Their mouths met in a messy kiss with Arnora sliding her hand down and gripping onto his thigh with her nails biting into the skin for some form of purchase.

Having gone from sleeping soundly to pleasure taking over every fibre in her body Arnora allowed Sigefrid to manoeuvre her as he wished and didn’t complain when he slipped out of her to resettle between her thighs.

Sigefrid laced his fingers through Arnora’s, holding her hands above her head as he thrust back into her cunt and captured her lips with his. With every brush of the head of his cock against the sweet spot that had her toes curling she clamped her mouth shut to stop the readying men outside from hearing her.

“No, I want to hear you.” Sigefrid growled and brought his hand back to her throat with a squeeze and kept his grip on her.

The simple feeling of being at his mercy increased the intensity growing in Arnora’s core enabling her to give him what he so desperately wanted with ease. Sickly sweet moans fell from her lips and her hand reached down grabbing his arse urging his thrusts deeper and deeper.

Their knotted hands that remained above Arnora’s head gripped the other tightly with their knuckles turning white and their eyes mirrored each other, the colour of their irises being swallowed entirely by lust blown pupils.

With the flutter of her walls around him and broken moans against his lips Sigefrid spilled his warm seed into her with a few final hard thrusts and replaced his hand around her throat with gentle kisses.

Arnora’s fingers worked deftly at lacing Sigefrid’s leathers ensuring nothing was loose and tied correctly. Watching him secure his sword belt she held onto his axe with a tight grip and he stepped into her space taking the weapon from her with one hand easily and cupped her cheek with the other.

“If anyone but myself or Erik returns to this camp, what will you do?”

“You will return.” She insisted wrapping her fingers around his wrist.

“Arnora..”

“Glory or Valhalla.” She whispered with a small smile.

Over their time together Sigefrid had always spoken of death being a better option for her than slavery as it would be unlikely to go the same way it had for her the last time, and Arnora agreed. She had not expected to survive being enslaved or claimed, let alone end up in the position she was in now.

“Glory or Valhalla..” Sigefrid smiled, brushing his thumb across her lips before meeting them with his own and then left her to wait for his return.

Over the course of several days Arnora had barely slept or eaten with the lack of news coming from the ongoing battle with the Scots, the only piece of comfort she was able to give herself was that not a single enemy had entered the camp signalling defeat, yet.

She had been sitting on the furs when the thunderous sound of horse hooves and shouting came into the camp and she lurched forward grabbing a small wood cutting axe she had kept close and stood to exit the tent to see who was approaching but stopped in her tracks as the entrance tore open to reveal Sigefrid.

“Nora..” He sighed with relief at seeing her but there was a rage simmering in the depths of his eyes.

“What happened?” She asked, rushing into his space, her hands hovering over his frame unsure if her touch would be welcome.

“Defeat. Come, we must go.” He spoke fast, reaching for her nearby cloak and guiding her out of the tent by the elbow heading towards his horse.

Not wanting to waste time, Sigefrid lifted Arnora onto the horse and quickly seated himself behind her and along with Erik marched the surviving men back to Eoferwic. It was on this journey that they were met by Haesten who had the grim news that the city had been taken, there was no place of comfort to retreat to now.

On the second night of marching south Arnora settled on the cool ground and leaned back on a large tree trunk as she watched the men spread out and set smaller fires for themselves to quietly huddle around. The group was eerily quiet compared to their usual behaviour with their defeat and exhaustion worn on them for anyone to see.

When Sigefrid approached Arnora shifted her legs and skirts to allow him space to sit between them and once he was resting back against her chest she enveloped his already warm body in her woollen cloak, stealing his heat for herself.

“We have lost everything.” He spoke lowly, his fingers brushing down her shins.

Arnora had never been sure if she was included in Sigefrid’s use of ‘we’, but she knew for certain it always meant him and Erik. She always held the opinion that the brothers were a formidable force when leading an army riding on the highs of victories, seeing them both backed into a corner after a defeat with near to nothing left to lose was something she thought could make them even more dangerous.

“You shall get it back, and more.” She soothed and rested her chin on his shoulder.

The brothers had been invited to a meeting with King Guthred the next day and made an agreement to take the fortress Dunholm from Kjartan and have it as their own forming an allegiance with a King whose avoidance of battle made him appear weak which granted them a safe return to Eoferwic.

Guthred leaned on the brothers reputation and numbers more heavily after he had the commander of his army sold to slavers to acquire 200 spears and an allegiance with the Lord of Bebbanburg, Aelfric. This Lord had been unhappy, having asked for his nephew's head and the King not staying true to his given word, which in turn proved to Erik and Sigefrid that this truce of peace could not be kept with a weak King and abandoned Eoferwic all together.

Arnora found a strange sense of peace being a small part in the chaos that the brothers were unleashing as they raided settlements and villages in an attempt to regain their lost wealth and power.

She listened to Sigefrid talk of the plans he’d been making with Erik when they laid together under their shared furs and soon enough almost an entire year of living in a camp had passed, along with her peace.

Anora had been frozen where she stood, the cool downpour soaked through her clothes in an instant, chilling her to the bone and turning the ground beneath her mushy with wet mud. She couldn’t tell if she was struggling to blink away tears or rain, if it was tears they were of rage. The sounds of Sigefrid’s cries for Erik to kill Uhtred as he clutched his wrist filled the air overpowering Erik’s voice who tried to negotiate with his attacker.

Their journey to Frankia had been bitter and solemn, Sigefrid had become quiet unless it was to spit insults or berate his brother in private for not taking Uhtred’s life when he had the chance. Erik’s promise of more men coming to join them had not been empty or false, in the space of a few short months they had gone from a small camp to taking over a hall and its outbuildings for themselves near the coast.

Arnora had hoped this would ease Sigefrid’s anger, their growing wealth and seeing fellow pagan’s answer their call to join them, and although she had seen a smile here and there with a humorous comment or jibe thrown out it never met his eyes.

His mood did improve ever so slightly when he was presented with a soft leather covering to wear over the scarred flesh of his arm where his sword hand had once been instead of a crude knott in the end of his shirt sleeve.

More improvements came when he began training to fight with his left hand, but a rage returned when his brutal blows of an axe were swapped for the less graceful swings of a sword. Arnora had attempted to soothe him of an evening with soft words of encouragement that it would take time and practice,

“And what would you know? You are merely a woman, not a warrior.” He spat, venom lacing his words.

His words stung, but Arnora tried her best at not taking it to heart. She understood his anger and hoped that the tenderness and care he once had for her would return eventually.

She carried on dutifully helping him dress in the mornings and assisting with the odd thing here and there he struggled with since his loss but over time she became tired with his sneers and cold demeanour towards her but said nothing of it until one morning she watched him growing more and more frustrated as he attempted to lace his own breeches.

Arnora had replaced his hand with her own on the laces not meeting his gaze but she saw the way his bare chest began to flush red as his hand quickly raised to back hand her across the face. She reacted quickly, managing to catch his forearm in time to prevent the blow from landing and stared into his onyx eyes.

“You would strike me? I am helping you!” Arnora shoved his arm into his chest and stepped back.

“I do not want your help!” He roared back.

“You may not want it but ask yourself this Sigefrid, do you need my help?” She responded cooly, refusing to back down from his cold stare.

It was Sigefrid who looked away first, his eyes dropping to the floorboards beneath his feet and with each breath his flushed skin dimmed along with his anger.

“I feel like a lesser man.” He spoke quietly, finally meeting Arnora’s gaze once again.

“You are not.” She said flatly, returning to his space and taking hold of the thin leather laces and his body tensed up at her closeness.

Where anger had once been Arnora could now see the sadness clouding his eyes and his words sat heavy in her chest, with a gentle sigh she attempted to offer him comfort again knowing it could backfire just as her previous tries had.

“Sigefrid, you are not, you are still the same man,” She spoke softly and pressed a kiss to the side of his mouth, “You are still a warrior,” Her voice became stronger with another kiss to the other side, “You are still the Lord of chaos.” She finished, pouring honey into her words and ghosting her lips over his.

He hummed quietly, nudging his nose with hers before meeting her lips in a slow caress. Pushing up onto the balls of her feet, Arnora deepened the kiss, letting go of the laces in her fingers and palming at Sigefrid’s cock over the fabric of his breeches. With a light nip at his bottom lip feeling his growing erection she pulled away ever so slightly with a small smirk.

“I belong to you, I am to serve you. Let me do just that.”

“On your knees.” He growled.

Arnora obeyed eagerly, her eyes never leaving his as she settled on the bare wooden floorboards pulling the fabric covering him with her. Sigefrid slid his hand along her jaw and came to rest at the nape of her neck and watched as she flattened her tongue, licking from the base of his cock to the tip and circled twice before wetting her lips and taking him into her mouth.

He sucked in a slow breath as her eyes fluttered closed and his leaking tip nudged at the back of her throat. Tightening his grip in her golden hair Sigefrid guided her back and forth at a slow pace as spit pooled at the sides of Arnora’s mouth, and with each bob of her head she took him deeper until eventually her nose was pressing into the hairs at the base of his cock.

She moaned around his length and hollowed out her cheeks picking up the pace as her nails dug into the exposed flesh of his thighs and a wetness began to grow between her legs. She gasped as he yanked her away off him and pulled her up to stand making her scalp burn, his lips crashed against hers before she was able to wipe the spit from her chin and walked them backwards until his legs hit the bed.

Arnora bundled up her dress and straddled Sigefrid’s lap making quick work of lining him up with her wet core and sinking down onto him with a whine. She lightly pushed him back to rest on his elbows and started to move her hips, sighing at the delicious stretch of her walls around him.

Sigefrid watched as her head fell back and breasts heaved beneath the fabric of her dress. He groaned at a deep grind of her hips against him and his fingers inched up her thigh towards her sensitive bud and she slapped him away with a breathy laugh, she pushed the fabric into his hand instead giving him a clear view of where their bodies connected.

He smirked, enjoying the sight of her middle and ring fingers rubbing tight circles into her clit and her hips began to stutter with her walls fluttering around him, taking him with her over the edge into bliss.

Sigefrid laid back and Arnora followed, resting her head on his chest as her breathing calmed and they came down from their high together in a comfortable silence before Sigefrid spoke quietly,

“Nora, I’m sorry for..” His voice trailed off, unsure of the words to use but he knew he had been unkind to her in recent months when she had done no wrong.

“Being insufferable?” Arnora offered playfully and he chuckled.

“Mm, perhaps. Will you forgive me?” He asked, stroking her hair.

“Always.”

“That’s a bold promise.”

“But it is a promise I can make,”

“Why?” He frowned, looking up at the eaves.

“I believe it is called love, Sigefrid.” She laughed lightly.

“Love.” He repeated with his own laugh, the word felt foreign on his tongue, but right.

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larlarmojo · 10 months

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I think I'm hilarious for working this out -

#IM STARTING TO LEARN #photoshop isnt so scary now #sigefrid

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ivarthebadbitch · 2 years

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If we wish, there is a way to raise the greatest army these shores have ever seen. It can be done. The Thames River would be dark with ships, Danes and Northmen. All we need to be is clever and patient.

(requested by anonymous)

#the last kingdom #erik #sigefrid #aethelflaed #gifs

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whitedarkmoonflower · 3 months

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Beautiful men wearing eyeliner. This is my first try in Gif collages.

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persephones-journey · 3 months

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Here it is. This was requested by @thatguytj11

I hope I did it justice lol

here it below if prefer but be warned. there is smut, more smut, and smut. Zero plot.

Sigefrid walked towards the barn where they were keeping the princess, Aethelflaed. He had waited for Erik to come back to the hall after seeing to Aethelflaed's needs of a meal and a bath. He had heard the men grumble and talk.

They were all convinced that Erik was bedding the princess.

And they all wanted their turn.

Sigefrid, himself, also believed that perhaps Erik was bedding the princess. But he was not going to confront his brother without the proof.

Hence why he was headed towards the barn.

He needed to know for sure.

He opened the door to the barn and walked in. He stopped when he heard the moans. He slowly walked closer and closer. The doors to where Aethelflaed were kept was closed. But Sigefrid could see in from the crack.

He moved closer to it and peaked inside.

His eyes went wide and his cock grew hard as he watched Aethelflaed on top of Erik. She tossed her hair over her shoulder as she moved her hips up and down her hands pressed against Erik's chest.

“You are beautiful,” he heard Erik whisper to her.

Aethelflaed smiled and Sigefrid groaned. She was beautiful. She was even more beautiful, naked taking pleasure from his brother. He bit his bottom lip as Aethelflaed took Erik's hands and moved them from her hips up to her breasts. She pressed them there and smiled.

“I want you to touch me,” she said softly.

Sigefrid pulled himself away from the crack. He pressed himself against the wall of the barn. He opened his trousers with one hand, making quicker work of them than he ever had in the past. He spit in his hand and slid his hand inside and began to stroke his cock. He closed his eyes and listened to the sounds coming from the room behind him.

Aethelflaed's moans and sighs. Erik's soft grunts.

Sigefrid stroked himself wondering what it would feel like to have Aethelflaed do it. He was sure her hands were soft and delicate.

“Princess,” he grunted softly as he stroked himself, running his thumb over his tip and jerking himself harder and faster.

“Erik,” Aethelflaed moaned.

“That's it, Aethelflaed.” he heard Erik say, his brother's voice filled with want and desire. “Come on my cock. That's it, take what you need from me.”

Sigefrid tried to hold on but he could feel the pull in his balls and lower stomach. He stroked faster and harder and came all over his hand and in his trousers. He closed his eyes and cursed. He heard Aethelflaed come undone behind the closed doors. Sigefrid tucked himself back in his trousers more and did them up.

He walked out of the barn before Erik caught him.

A plan, or rather, offer began to form in his mind. He smirked.

Oh, this will be fun.

***

Sigefrid did not waste any time. The next morning, when most of the men were still drunk, passed out, or sleeping, he waited for Erik in the hall.

He smirks as he sees his brother enter the hall. He walks over to Erik and grabbed his arm tugging him from the hall.

“What-,” Erik started.

“We need to have a discussion,” Sigefrid stated softly.

Erik raised his eyebrow but said nothing. Sigefrid pulled him around the side of the hall and Erik leaned against the outside wall and crossed his arms on his chest.

“What is this great discussion we need to have?” he asked.

“It is about the princess,” Sigefrid said, “and you humping her.”

He saw his brother eye him. Immediately, Erik pulled his mask up that he used with their men when he did not wish them to know what he was thinking.

“I do not-,” Erik started.

“Brother, stop,” Sigefrid said his voice soft and soothing. He pressed a hand to Erik's chest. “I heard the two of you. And I can understand why you wish to hump her. She is a prize.”

Erik eyed him. “Is that all you have to say?” he asked.

Sigefrid smiled. His brother knew him and knew him well. “No, that is not all I have to say,” he stepped closer to Erik. “I wish to have one night with her.”

“No,” Erik quickly answered.

Sigefrid shook his head and tsked his brother. “You did not let me finish,” he muttered.

“I do not have to let you finish,” Erik said. “I know the lady will never go for it.”

“Not even if after I decide to let her go,” Sigefrid said. “With you as well, if you wish?”

Erik was quiet. Sigefrid eyed his brother. He could see that Erik was considering it. “You swear it?” Erik asked.

Sigefrid smirked. “Would I ever lie to you, brother?”

“Yes,” Erik answered without hesitation.

Sigefrid chuckled and shook his head. He grabbed Erik by the shoulders. “I am not lying about this. One night is all I ask. You can even join us if you wish.”

“You were not going to have her without me being there,” Erik said.

Sigefrid smirked. “So, I will have her then?”

Erik rolled his eyes and walked away. Sigefrid smiled though. He knew his brother. Erik was going to give into him. He rubbed his hands together and had a little spring in his step as he walked.

He would get what he wanted. He always did.

***

Aethelflaed paced. She walked past Erik towards the end of the room and turned and walked all the way back. He let her.

She did not know why she had agreed to this. No, do not lie to yourself. You know why you agreed. The thought of being with Erik and being free of everything. You cannot say no to an offer like that.

“You do not have to do this,” Erik told her softly as she turned to pace back. She stopped in front of him. “When he gets here, I can tell him you changed your mind.”

She looked at Erik's blue eyes. So caring, so filled with love.

And for her.

She reached out and pressed a hand to his chest. She stepped closer to him and leaned in. She smiled against his lips as he kissed her softly and gently.

“I can handle your brother as long as I know you are beside me,” she whispered as she pressed another kiss to his lips.

She smiled as Erik deepened the kiss. One kiss lead to another and another. She felt his hands on her hips pulling her closer to him. She sighed into his mouth when she felt his cock, hard against her. She pressed herself against him. She jumped when she heard the door open behind her.

“Don't start anything without me,” Sigefrid said as he walked into the room.

Aethelflaed turned in Erik's arms. She felt his hands grip her sides more and he pulled her so her back pressed against his chest. She eyed Sigefrid as she felt Erik kiss her neck. Sigefrid smiled. He pulled off his tunic and she realized he had left off his sword hand. His stump was covered with just a leather cup glove of sorts so she did not see the scar.

“Do you like what you see?” he asked as he stepped closer to her.

She eyed his muscular chest and his dark chest hair. He smiled and she felt herself get wet. She had never been attracted to Sigefrid before, she had been more scared of him. But now, she could see his appeal. She sighed as Erik ran his hands up and placed them on her breasts. She saw Sigefrid's dark eyes watch as his brother's hands kneaded her breasts and pinched her nipples through her nightdress.

“I hope you like my hand as much as you like my brother's,” he growled.

“Should we take this off?” Erik whispered in her ear. She closed her eyes as he tugged at her nightdress.

She opened her eyes and looked at Sigefrid. She saw the hunger in his eyes. Desire pooled in her stomach. She had never been looked at like that. Aethelred looked at her like she was beneath him, Erik looked at her like she was a precious jewel to be cherished and loved.

Sigefrid looked at her like he wanted to ravish her and take her roughly and thoroughly. All the stories her lady maids and her mother had whispered to each other that Aethelflaed had heard growing up. About how Danes were monsters and would throw women down and take them in the dirt while covered in blood and mud.

Instead of being scared and terrified, Aethelflaed found herself being turned on. She wanted to know what it would feel like to be taken like a common woman.

She wanted to be ravished and used.

“I see that look, princess,” Sigefrid said as he stepped closer to her. She felt his fingers under her chin as he tilted her head back to look at him. “You want me to take you, don't you?” he asked as he leaned closer.

Aethelflaed nodded. She felt Erik's fingers undoing her nightdress and she let him. Sigefrid leaned in closer and rubbed his nose against hers.

“No, princess, I need to hear you say you want me to hump you. I need the words. My cock is aching to be buried in you, but you get nothing until I hear you say what you want,” he whispered.

Aethelflaed whimpered and Sigefrid smiled. She sighed as he kissed her nose and her cheeks. He was being surprisingly tender. She moaned when Erik's hands landed on her bare breasts. She felt Sigefrid's finger and thumb pinch her chin gently. She looked him in the eyes.

“Well?” he asked smirking.

She licked her lips. “I want you to hump me,” she said softly.

She felt Erik smile into her neck. Sigefrid laughed. He pressed his hand to her cheek and tucked her hair behind her ear.

“Is that all you want, princess?” he asked. “Just my cock in your cunt thrusting into you, using you liek you were a common whore?”

“Sigefrid,” Erik warned.

“It's all right,” Aethelflaed whispered as she pressed her hand over his, “I do not mind his foul language.”

“See, brother? She does not mind,” Sigefrid goaded him. “Now, princess, I asked you a question.”

“I,” Aethelflaed felt herself blushing. “I have come to like when Erik,” she swallowed and found herself too embarrassed to continue.

“You like when my brother what, my pretty princess?” Sigefrid said. His hand moved from her cheek to her nightdress. Erik had finished undoing the buttons, so when Sigefrid grabbed the nightdress and tugged, it fell down exposing her breasts. Erik helped her pull her arms out of it and pulled it the rest of the way off her body so that it pooled around her feet.

Aethelflaed gasped as Sigefrid reached forward and took one of her nipples in his hand. He pinched it and twisted it. The pain mixed with pleasure. He wore a smug smirk on his face as if he knew exactly what he was doing to her.

“I like when Erik sticks his face in my cunt,” she answered her voice getting shaky as she rubbed her legs together.

Sigefrid laughed. He let go of her nipple and moved his hand lower, his fingers dancing along her skin. She moaned when he cupped her cunt, rubbing his palm against it.

“Oh,” he said smirking, again with a smug look on his face, “our little princess is wet, Erik. It would seem she enjoys my foul language,” he laughed.

Aethelflaed bit her bottom lip and whimpered. “Please,” she begged as she jerked her hips, rubbing her cunt more against Sigefrid's hand.

“Please what?” Sigefrid asked as he leaned closer. He finally pressed his lips to kiss her. His kiss was all passion. It was raw and messy and powerful. He claimed her lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth to stroke hers.

She moaned into his mouth and grabbed his arms to stay upright. She could fee Erik's hard cock against her ass but it was Sigefrid's cock she ached to have buried inside of her. She moaned and whimpered when he pushed two fingers into her. Erik usually went slowly starting with one, but not Sigefrid. He pushed two blunt fingers into her, forcing her to take them. She did; stretching and aching for more. He crooked them a certain way and bit her bottom lip tugging on it.

“You want me to hump you,” he growled. “You want my cock inside of you, owning you,” he added.

“Yes,” she moaned as he let go of her lip.

He laughed. “Erik, put her on the bed,” he said.

“Are you sure?” Erik whispered to Aethelflaed.

She nodded as Sigefrid slipped his fingers from her. She already felt empty. Erik wrapped his arms around her waist and helped her to the bed. She watched as Sigefrid pulled off his boots and began to undo his trousers. Erik kicked her nightdress aside. Aethelflaed sat on the side of bed and watched as Sigefrid pulled down his trousers. His cock sprang up and Aethelflaed's mouth went dry.

Sigefrid's cock was thicker and longer than Erik's. It was beautiful though and her cunt throbbed to be impaled on it. She turned when Erik chuckled. She blushed but he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her lips.

“It is all right to like what you see,” he told her softly. “There is no shame in it.”

She reached up and stroked his cheek. “Aethelred did not,” she shook her head, “nevermind.”

“No, tell us what that shit for brains thought,” Sigefrid said. He walked over to them, kicking away his pants, “there is no need to hold anything back.”

Aethelflaed watched as Sigefrid fell to his knees in front of her. He placed his hand on her thigh and pushed it gently. She opened her legs wide watching as he moved more in between them. He turned and kissed her inner thigh. She yelped when he bit down, biting her skin hard enough to draw blood.

“Sigefrid,” Erik warned.

“What?” Sigefrid said as he pulled away from the bite. Aethelflaed felt him lick it after. “A little love bite never hurt anyone,” he turned and looked at Aethelflaed, “you were saying,” he went one as he placed his mouth back over the bite and began to lick and suck on the skin.

Aethelflaed closed her eyes and sighed. “Aethelred told me it was unseemly for a wife to look at her husband's cock,” she whimpered as she felt the leather of the cap on Sigefrid's stump on her other thigh. “He only ever liked to hump me from behind with my head buried in the sheets. 'Bitches who need to be bred, should be bred the right way' he would tell me.”

She felt Sigefrid growl against her skin. He moved his mouth from her thigh and rested his cheek against it. She watched as he looked up at her, anger swirling in his dark eyes.

“Your husband was a shit,” he said firmly. “His cock was so tiny he probably could not take you any other way,” he added.

“He never made her come either,” Erik added. Aethelflaed turned and looked at him as his fingers brushed her hair aside. “She did not know what a climax was until I buried my face in her cunt.”

Aethelflaed watched as Sigefrid reached up and let his fingers run up and down the folds of her cunt, playing with her slickness. He sighed and moved his face closer. She felt his breath on her folds as he sighed. She whimpered and jumped a bit when she felt his warm tongue lick and tap that little bud of pleasure. His dark eyes never left hers.

“Our poor little princess' cunt was neglected as was her pleasure bud,” he whispered, his warm breath hitting her cunt and causing her to get wetter with need. “It must have been the will of the gods' you were there at the camp and we took you,” he added. Aethelflaed moaned when his tongue licked her folds once than again. He pressed his tongue on her pleasure bud, lapping against it over and over. She could feel the pleasure building. He stopped and rubbed his nose against it gently. “The gods wanted your perfect little cunt to be ruined by the Thurgilson brothers,” he said, his voice low and full of desire. She whimpered as she felt his finger run along her entrance, teasing her by barely slipping in before pulling out and rubbing against her folds. “It needs to be stretched and filled to the brim,” he sighed, “do not worry, princess, we will make you climax over and over and over. You will come so many times you will beg us to stop.”

Her breath hitched in her chest. “You promise?” she whimpered.

Sigefrid laughed. Erik did as well. Sigefrid looked at Erik. “Our little princess continues to be a surprise,” he hummed and turned to press a soft kiss to her other thigh. She saw the look he gave Erik. “I will bury my face in her cunt, make sure her breasts aren't neglected,” he said.

“I promise, brother,” Erik said as he pulled off his tunic, “it will be my pleasure.”

Aethelflaed barely had time to take a breath before Sigefrid's face was pressed into her cunt and Erik's mouth fell on one of her nipples. She reached out and grabbed his braided hair with one hand while the other gripped the furs.

She moaned and closed her eyes as she felt Sigefrid slid his tongue into her, licking and sucking up her juices. She pressed her hips against his face and he rubbed his nose against her pleasure bud in return. Over and over. Erik's mouth sucked and nipped at her nipple while he moved his hand to knead her other breast. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement between the brothers and their tongues since it seemed they worked in sync with each other. Erik's tongue would lick and swirl around her nipple as Sigefrid's did the same inside of her.

The pleasure was nothing she had felt before as it washed over her. Her mind did not know where to focus on; Erik's mouth or Sigefrid's. She moaned and gave herself over to the pleasure. She felt Sigefrid's nose rub her pleasure bud harder. She gasped as her legs began to tremble. Erik moved his mouth, switching with his hand and taking her other nipple into his mouth. The nipple he left was sensitive and she hissed as he placed his hand on it and kneaded her breast. She could feel herself tittering on the brink of falling into the pleasure completely. She was almost there.

Sigefrid seemed to sense it. He pulled his tongue from her entrance and slid two fingers into her. He moved his mouth and sucked hard on her pleasure bud. That was all it took.

Aethelflaed could not stop the loud moan of pleasure that fell from her lips as she fell into pleasure. She clenched around Sigefrid's fingers as her body trembled. She tugged on Erik's hair but he would not stop sucking on her nipple. Sigefrid also did not stop sucking on her pleasure bud. He crooked his fingers inside of her and pressed them deep into her wall. He began stroking it and it was like liquid fire on an already burning inferno.

“I can't,” she cried out as she felt tears roll down her cheeks. She bucked her hips up and Sigefrid pressed his stump down on her mound and hips holding her down. He sucked harder on her nub and his fingers pressed deeper into her. He added another finger and she ached as he stretched her more.

“Shh,” Erik whispered as he finally lifted his mouth from her nipple. He moved his lips and kissed the valley of skin between her breasts, his tongue gently tracing circles in her skin. He placed his hands on her breasts, cupping them as his thumbs flicked her sensitive nipples. “It's all right,” he whispered into her skin.

She cried and opened her eyes. She looked down at him. “I,” she arched her back as she felt the pleasure flood her again and her body trembled. She moaned and cried as she came again. “I can't, not again,” she began to sob as Sigefrid's tongue lapped against her pleasure nub. She whimpered as she felt his fingers began to move in and out of her as they scissored her, stretching her even more.

“Do you want us to stop?” Erik asked seriously as he moved so his face hovered above hers. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her lips. “Say the word and I will tell Sigefrid to stop,” he whispered against her lips.

Aethelflaed kissed him back. She pushed him away then so she could breathe. She whimpered as more tears rolled down her cheeks. She let out a sigh of relief as Sigefrid finally pulled his mouth from her pleasure nub. She felt his mouth kiss up onto her mound. His fingers stayed buried inside of her though, pressing every so often into that spot that caused pleasure to roll over her like a fire burning along a log.

She could feel the pleasure beginning to consume her.

“Stop already?” Sigefrid asked as he placed a hot messy open mouthed kiss right below her belly button. “But I haven't speared you yet with my cock,” he said as he licked her skin to her belly button.

“That does not matter,” Erik said. Aethelflaed's blue eyes looked into his. “If you cannot handle anymore, I will stop him,” he whispered again. “Are you all right to continue?” he asked.

Aethelflaed blinked. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a slow breath. She did not wish to stop. No, she wanted to have his cock as much as he wanted her cunt. She opened her eyes and looked at Erik.

“I am all right,” she whispered.

“Are you sure?” Erik asked.

She nodded. “Yes, I don't want to stop,” she added.

“You heard her,” Sigefrid said. “Now let me hump her,” he answered.

Aethelflaed laughed a bit. She watched, with half opened eyes, as Erik moved. She felt Sigefrid pull his fingers from her as he stood. She looked down and saw him place his cock on her mound. She swallowed as she saw how far it reached; almost to her belly button. She looked up and saw Sigefrid smirk at her.

“I am going to ruin you for anyone else,” he said. He looked over at Erik. “Even for my brother here,” he teased as he shoved him.

Aethelflaed heard Erik huff and roll his eyes. She turned and ran her hand down his bare chest. “Take them off,” she whispered to him as she pulled at his trousers.

Sigefrid laughed. “Princess, my perfect little princess,” he said as he slowly moved back, his cock moving along her skin, “you will not be able to take him after you've had me. You will be too tired,” he laughed.

Aethelflaed moaned as she felt Sigefrid move his cock and rub its tip up and down her folds. She sucked in a breath as she felt his tip move along her entrance, barely slipping in before he pulled out. She looked at him.

“I have another hole,” she answered.

She smiled as Sigefrid laughed. It was a loud bellowing laugh that seemed to take him by surprise. She smiled as reached out. She took hold of his stump. She held it close to her chest, in between her breasts. She slowly undid the leather ties and pulled it off. She saw Sigefrid watching her. She tossed it aside.

“I want to feel all of you against me,” she said.

“Oh, princess,” he said laughing, “I think I am falling for you,” he added.

Before Aethelflaed could answer, Sigefrid pushed his cock tip into her. She moaned and arched her back as she felt herself stretch wide to fit him. His cock rubbed against her walls, stretching her in ways Erik and Aethelred never had. She felt Erik climb off the bed and the sounds of his boots and trousers hitting the ground but she focused on Sigefrid and his cock.

“Oh,” she breathed out as she felt Sigefrid push deeper and deeper into her.

“Oh, princess, you are still so tight,” he groaned as his hand gripped her hip. She knew she would have bruises. She moaned and hissed as he rubbed his stump along her sensitive nipples. “Your husband's cock must be so small and tiny for you to still be so tight,” he added.

“I know,” Erik answered. “I have had her over and over,” he added. “Her cunt never seems to stretch out.”

“Hmm, princess,” Sigefrid moaned as he thrusted into her, filling her completely. Aethelflaed gasped as she felt how deep he was inside of her. She looked down and whimpered as she saw the bulge outline of his cock in her lower abdomen. “I fear we will not be returning you to your father,” he answered as he ran his stump down along her body. He pressed it down on the bulge. “My cock is already in love with your cunt.”

She breathed out. Her breath turned into a low moan as Sigefrid dragged his cock from her. He smirked at her as she reached out and grabbed his stump. He snapped his hips and thrusted into her hard and fast. She whimpered as tears rolled down her cheeks. She felt Erik's hands then, back on her breasts playing with her sensitive nipples. She barely had time to breathe before Sigefrid was dragging his cock from her again and thrusting back into her.

“Yes, that's it,” Sigefrid rasps as he dragged his cock from her again and thrusted into her. She moved a bit on the bed, Erik moved closer to hold her closer to Sigefrid, who began pounding into her over and over.

Aethelflaed moaned and closed her eyes. She clenched around Sigefrid's cock and felt his cock twitch. He kept pressing down on the bulge over and over and it added to her pleasure. She grabbed Erik's hand from her breast and moved it down to her mound. He seemed to know exactly what she needed. He ran his fingers lower and began to rub her nub. The sound that came from her mouth then was a sound she had never heard before. It was a mix between a moan and a whimper.

“I do love that sound,” Sigefrid said as he continued to thrust into her.

With Sigefrid's powerful, hard thrusts and Erik rubbing and flicking her nub, it did not take long for Aethelflaed to shatter again. She sobbed, actually sobbed, as her whole body shook. She closed her eyes, tears rolling unchecked from them. She dug her nails into Sigefrid's stump and the back of Erik's hand. She whimpered and sobbed as she saw white lights behind her eyelids. She heard Sigefrid chuckle as he dragged his cock from her.

“Help her up on her hands and knees,” Sigefrid told Erik. “I need to show her how one humps from behind. And make her come one more time.”

“Sigefrid,” Erik said his voice filled with caution and worry.

“Come now, brother, she is fine,” Sigefrid said. Aethelflaed huffed out a breath and nodded; or at least she hoped she nodded. “Plus, in that position, she can take you in her mouth.”

“He's,” she paused and took a slow deep breath, “right,” she finished. She began to roll over. She felt Erik's hands on her. She turned and grabbed his beard and tugged it bringing his face closer to hers. She kissed him and he kissed her back. She pulled away and looked at him. “I can take it,” she whispered to him.

He nodded. “All right,” he said. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. “Let me know if it's too much.”

She nodded. She pulled away from him and slowly rolled over. She closed her eyes. She could take another round.

Just one more time, she thought to herself.

***

Sigefrid watched as Aethelflaed moved on her hands and knees in front of him. His cock twitched as he saw her wet cunt in front of him. He looked up when he saw the look Erik gave him. He smirked and shrugged.

“You should see the view, brother,” Sigefrid answered as he stepped closer to her. He took his cock in hand and rubbed it up and down her folds again. His eyes watched as she clenched her cunt around nothing and whimpered. “It is fucking beautiful,” he answered as he pressed his tip into her.

“The view I have is also beautiful,” Erik said.

Sigefrid moved slowly, which was against how he usually humped, as he watched Erik move his cock closer to Aethelflaed's mouth. He saw Aethelflaed reach out and take Erik's cock in hand and stroke it. Sigefrid moaned, not caring who heard, as his princess' tight cunt sucked him in further and further in as he moved slowly pushing into her. His own cock twitched as he watched his brother's cock get taken into Aethelflaed's mouth.

“After I have filled you, later, my princess, you will take me into your mouth,” he grunted as he thrusted filling her completely. He held still for a moment when she choked on his brother's cock. He smirked and slapped her ass. “You just need practice in taking cocks in your mouth,” he grabbed her ass cheek and pulled it gently, giving him a view of her puckered hole. He reached out with his stump and ran it down her ass cheeks smiling as she shuddered. “And maybe one day, you can have both of us in your two holes here,” he added.

“Sigefrid,” Erik snapped at him. “She is not a common whore.”

“No, she isn't,” Sigefrid answered. He held her ass cheek tightly as he pulled his cock out of her, missing the feeling of her tight warmth around him. He pulled his cock out until his tip was barely inside of her and slammed back into her. He smiled as his thrust pushed her forward and she took Erik's cock deeper into her mouth. He did it again and again. He felt her clench around him. He looked up at Erik. “She may not be a common whore, but she is enjoying being used like one.”

Aethelflaed muttered something but it was choked off by Erik's cock in her mouth. Sigefrid pounded into her, using her over and over, thrusting into her without a pause. He looked down and watched as her folds stretched around his cock. They were puffy and swollen with need and when he dragged his cock from her, they sucked him back in as if her cunt ached and needed his cock to fill her.

“Aethelflaed,” Erik moaned.

“Are you close to coming, brother?” Sigefrid said as he felt the pull in his own balls and lower stomach. He was also close. But he would not come until he made her come one more time. He wanted to fill her as he felt her clench hard around him.

“I am,” Erik moaned. Sigefrid watched as he grabbed Aethelflaed's hair and pulled it up behind her head. He tugged her head back and Sigefrid watched as Aethelflaed pulled her mouth from Erik's cock, a spit trail still connecting them. “My angel princess, do you want to swallow my seed?” he asked.

Sigefrid snorted. “How nice of you to ask,” he teased.

Erik used his other hand and wiped some sweat from his chest. He flung it at Sigefrid. Sigefrid laughed. He thrusted into Aethelflaed harder. He moved his stump so it was under her and ran it along her stomach. He felt her tremble as he moved it lower. He pressed it against her pleasure nub and felt her move her hips so that her nub rubbed against it. It also meant that she pushed back against his thrusts.

“Yes,” she moaned as she moved her hand pulling Erik's cock back to her mouth. “I want your seed, my love,” she told his brother.

Sigefrid groaned and pressed his stump more against her pleasure nub as he continued to pound into her. He felt his own body begin to tremble as his felt his climax coming. He held off feeling Aethelflaed's own body begin to shake more and her cunt clenched around his cock over and over. She was so close. He knew he could hold off until she came.

He watched as Erik shoved his cock into Aethelflaed's mouth. He saw Erik's body shook and he felt Aethelflaed's cunt clench hard around his cock as she swallowed his brother's seed. He heard Aethelflaed's moans, whimpers, and half sobs as she sucked his brother dry. He thrusted into her harder over and over. She choked and let go of Erik's cock. Erik pulled his cock away ad Sigefrid grunted and moaned as Aethelflaed cried out again.

Her whole body shook violently almost and she went limp. She fell forward and Sigefrid saw her drool; it was white, which meant it held not only her spit but Erik's seed. He continued to thrust into her cunt, hard and fast as he rubbed her nub quickly. Even though she was passed out from the pleasure, her cunt clenched so violently around his cock, Sigefrid couldn't stop himself; he came.

He roared as he spilled his seed deep inside of Alfred's daughter. His body shook and trembled like he had never felt before. He felt her body shudder again and she moaned as she came to. Sigefrid held himself still wanting his seed to go deep into her womb. He stopped rubbing her nub and ran his hand along her spine.

“Such a good princess,” he whispered. “You are truly showing us some Saxon hospitality by taking our seed in your belly from your mouth and in your womb from your cunt,” he leaned down and licked her spine. She whimpered as the action pressed his cock, which was still half hard deeper in her. “You enjoyed it, didn't you? Us filling you from both ends?”

“Yes,” she breathed out so softly. “I did.”

Sigefrid laughed and kissed down her spine. He felt his cock go completely limp as he finished filling her. He slowly pulled his cock from her, smiling with pride as she whimpered and hissed. The moment his cock was completely out of her, she slumped over to her side. Sigefrid pulled her leg and rolled her back over to her back. He saw Erik lean forward and whispered to her as he pressed soft kisses on her face and stroked her hair.

Sigefrid's eyes took her in. The smear of his brother's seed on her lips and chin, the sweat that glistened her body, her red pebbled nipples, and finally, her puffy lower lips that were smeared with her wetness and his seed. He watched, his cock twitching and aching to stuff her again, as his seed dripped from her and fell on the furs.

“No more,” Erik said as he turned and saw the look in his eyes. “Brother, no more,” he said again.

Sigefrid huffed and held his arms up. “I was not going to take her,” he said. He smirked. “Not yet anyway,” he added with a wink.

“Sleep,” Aethelflaed muttered.

“We will, princess,” Erik answered. “After I wash you.”

Sigefrid moved and laid on the bed beside Aethelflaed. He smirked as she rolled over and snuggled close to him. He stroked her hair and rubbed his stump along her back. He looked up and watched as Erik came back with a cloth and some water. He began to wash between her legs and her body from juices, sweat, and their seed.

“We had a deal,” Erik told him in Danish.

Sigefrid nodded. “We did,” was all he answered.

He looked down at Aethelflaed as she muttered and sighed against his shoulder. Yes, they had a deal. But now that Sigefrid had had the princess, he was beginning to think they were not going to give her back. And...

He was also thinking that if Erik was going to run away with Aethelflaed, Sigefrid was going to join them.

After all, a good brother shared his wealth with his brother.

#the last kingdom #the last kingdom fic #aethelflaed fic #aethelflaed/erik fic #aethelflaed/sigefrid fic

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 10 days

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Top 10 TLK characters? 👀

1-10: Sihtric.

#no??? okay...#1. sihtric #2. sigtryggr #3. finan #4. aelswith #5. hild #6. eadith #7. rognvalder #8. pyrlig #9. aethelwold #10. stiorra #i don't like ranking so i'm just listing names..#only my top 2 is in order #the rest are characters i enjoy in no particular order #but tbh.. there are so many good characters it's impossible to pick 10 #because erik & sigefrid??? uhtred himself?? it's impossible

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dailytlk · 1 year

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THE LAST KINGDOM 2x03 / 36 days left

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emilyhufflepufftlk · 11 months

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Erik & Sigefrid | The Last Kingdom

Requested by @itbmojojoejo

@morosemagick @solinarimoon @trenko-heart @medievalfangirl @persephones-journey

#the last kingdom #tlk screens #tlk season 2 #tlk edit #erik thurgilson #sigefrid thurgilson

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timetravelingpenguin1066 · 1 year

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To the shield wall that awaits us! To the joy of battle! And to the blood of the Scots!

Sigefrid Thurgilsson & Erik Thurgilsson Björn Bengtsson & Christian Hillborg

The Last Kingdom Season 2, Episode 1

#the last kingdom #tlk gifs #sigefrid #bjorn begtsson #erik thurgilson #christian hillborg #mine: ps

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itbmojojoejo · 11 months

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Gold Obsidian | Sigefrid x OFC.

Pairing: Sigefrid x OFC

Summary: After Arnora is captured during a raid she is claimed by Sigefrid, over time lines become blurred.

Wordcount: 6.2k | Other works

Warnings: MDNI18+ NSFW. Brief mention of previous SA/Attempted SA. DUB!CON (she starts off enslaved and claimed so consent will always be iffy in this dynamic). Mentions and threats of violence, unprotected PinV.

Authors Notes: This has been plaguing me, and I know I said it would be Reader but my brain couldn't, so uh enjoy? If Sigefrid seems ooc, shhh.

Underneath the scorching sun Arnora’s bound wrists ached with each pull on the tight rope keeping her in line with the other newly enslaved women. Perspiration beaded across her forehead and trailed down her temples and cheeks leaving clear marks in the dusty grime that had built up on her face from the days spent travelling on foot next to lines of horses kicking up dry earth.

She had grown tired of her captors and their boisterous laughter on top of their attempts at claiming her as their own in the nights when they rested on the long journey to Eoferwic. Arnora had been throwing curses under her breath at the short stocky man named Haesten after he struck her for biting and punching him during an attack on the second night of her newfound nightmare.

She had also tired of the other women with their near constant pleas and cries for mercy, wanting to strike them herself for not understanding that this was their life now, for however long until they died of starvation, sickness or at the hands of one of the men leading them into the heart of Danelaw.

Entering through the large gates a tall blonde man with piercing blue eyes and well groomed facial hair instructed that the women be fed and so they were all ushered into an empty horse stall and given hunks of stale bread and a jug of weakened ale to share. Arnora listened to the other women offering whispered words of comfort to one another as she rubbed at her calves with her still bound hands, wondering if she should tell them that they were about to be introduced to their new Lords and claimed instead of being given nice little tasks to do such as baking bread as they hoped.

They weren’t resting for long before a group of men came to round them up and walked them through the town square and had them stand in a line, it was announced to them that Eoferwic was under the rule of the brothers Erik and Sigefrid who they now had the pleasure of serving in any way required.

Sigefrid walked the line of women with an amused light behind his almost black eyes and his lips quirked up. He paused at Arnora, her long braided hair hanging over her shoulder was far too fair for the raided area and her bronzed eyes showed no confusion at what was happening. Then his gaze dropped to her wrists and his brows pulled together,

“Why is this one still bound?” He asked, gesturing a hand towards her.

“That Saxon bitch bites,” Haesten spat on the floor.

“That is no Saxon,” Sigefrid claimed and regarded her further, she lacked the fear most women captured possessed and even with her face dirtied he considered her pretty.

“Lord?” Haesten questioned.

“Look at her, she’s the only one who hasn’t pissed herself.” Sigefrid laughed and took a step towards her, “Speak, woman.”

“What would you have me say, Lord?” She responded in an almost mocking tone, her pronunciation and honeyed voice giving her away in an instant.

“So you are a dane.”

“And you are a Northman.” She countered, her tone laced with anger.

Sigefrid smirked as he unsheathed the dagger at his side, he enjoyed the way her eyes never left his as he stepped closer and towered over her smaller frame. He tugged harshly on her bound wrists and cut through the rope with ease,

“What is your name?” He asked quietly, discarding the restraints to the ground.

“Arnora,” She answered, rubbing at her rope burned wrists.

“This one is mine, no man is to touch her!” He declared loudly and pulled her out the group of women by the shoulder; shoving her in the direction of the hall.

He continued to direct her through the hall with light shoves here and there and took a moment to look over her some more until they came to the closed door of a room she guessed to be his sleeping quarters.

“Why did you not tell the men you are a dane?” Sigefrid lifted her chin with the knuckle of his forefinger.

“What difference would it make?” She jerked her face away from the contact and he smirked.

“You think we would enslave one of our own?”

“I am a woman, they would bed or kill me anyway.”

His brow briefly raised at her response but there was no flicker of concern or compassion across his face and his deep brown eyes remained void of any warmth. He opened the door to reveal a well furnished room with a large bed covered in furs that weren’t needed at this time of year in the middle and a table with fresh fruits and bread and nudged her inside.

“And what if I want to kill you?” He suggested, searching her eyes for any sign of fear.

“Then I pray to the gods you will make swift work of it,” Sigefrid pressed his lips together and hummed at her answer; invading her space he ran his fingers along her braided hair and tugged the tie off the end.

“What if I only want to ride you?” He spoke lowly and roughly pulled apart her braids to have the loose hair frame her face, he imagined it would glimmer like molten gold in the sun when clean.

“I pray you will make swift work of that too,” Arnora responded coldly.

“Not likely.” Sigefrid threatened, “You aren’t to be a slave, but I have claimed you.” He walked away and slammed the door leaving her standing in the room alone.

She grappled with the idea of death as the better alternative to being claimed, she couldn’t imagine living the life of a forced bedmate to a Jarl and having any happiness at all.

The birdsong quietening down and sky changing from bright blue to hues of golden oranges signalled evening approaching and she was relieved at the chance of the day's heat dwindling. Arnora stopped her pacing the moment the door opened with Sigefrid being followed by two other women who filled up two bowls of fresh water and set down a pile of clean cloths and clothing before leaving her alone with the tall Northman.

“You haven’t eaten anything,” He noted, placing his cup of ale down on the table removing his sword and seax.

“You didn’t say I could, people hang for stealing,”

“Eat,” He sighed with an eyeroll.

“I have no appetite.”

“Eat.” He insisted more sternly.

Sigefrid leaned against the table and watched her idly pick at some bread, with a huff he peeled and cut an apple into slices, he carelessly threw them into a wooden bowl and offered it to her along with his ale knowing the bread would be making her mouth dry. Arnora accepted with a curt nod and once he saw the empty bowl he called for a jug of ale to be brought to him.

With a full cup he untied his tunic and let it fall open to reveal the toned planes of his abdomen and regarded the woman in his company for a moment. Her face was sullen and amber eyes vacant, the spark of anger that was within them earlier in the day now missing, but that is what had made her so interesting to him and he wanted it back.

“Come here.” Sigefrid beckoned.

Her eyes flickered over him for a moment and his head tilted to the side with a raised brow to suggest he wouldn’t take no for an answer. As she came to stand in front of Sigefrid he smiled down at her and put a dry cloth into her hand.

“You will wash me,” He instructed, taking off his tunic and throwing it onto the bed.

“Yes, Lord.”

She carefully ran the now wet cloth over his biceps and defined muscles of his shoulders under his watchful gaze that was full of amusement, he followed the movements of her hands over his chest and down his taut stomach and a hint of an emotion he couldn’t place flickered through her eyes. It wasn’t the anger he wanted but at least it was something to show she still had life inside her.

“Tell me, Arnora, will you miss your husband?” He hoped to tease her but was also curious about what her life was before arriving in Eoferwic.

“I don’t have a husband, Lord,”

“Why did you bind your hair then?”

“Most men leave you alone when they believe you are someone else’s property,” She shrugged.

As she patted him dry he took another cloth and damped it, he pinched her chin between his fingers and wiped away the dirt to reveal her clear skin marred by a lightening bruise under her eye and smirked at her expression from the unexpected contact. As his eyes skimmed over her chest she tried to pull back from his grasp so he put the cloth over the edge of the bowl with a sigh and stepped back from her.

“Now you.” He nodded to her dress and she knew what he wanted.

Arnora huffed and harshly untied the laces of her dress and pushed the woollen fabric off her shoulders, she was unhappy to be doing this but had an odd sense of relief that it was her own hands doing the work and not someone like Haesten. Sigefrid sat back on his bed, resting on an elbow and observed as the material slid off her hips and pooled at her feet exposing her naked form.

He admired the curve of her breasts and waist leading down to her soft stomach, focusing on her hips he noticed mottled bruising and larger spots of purples leading up her back as she turned and plunged the cloth back into the cold water. He swallowed any feelings of concern at the treatment she may have received on the journey and continued to watch Arnora drag the soaked cloth quickly up an arm and then the other and he tutted,

“No.” He scolded and stormed back over to the table and bowls.

He took the cloth from her and wrung it out, she winced as he roughly took her wrist in his other hand and slowly ran the damp fabric up the inside her arms with a light pressure. Rewetting the cloth he wiped around her neck and down her chest, when she looked away from him at the corner of the scratchy material grazing her nipple he held her neck and the side of her face in his large calloused hand to keep her gaze on him.

She stared up into his cold coal like eyes as Sigefrid palmed and squeezed her breasts cleaning away the grime, as his hand rubbed down her cleavage and navel she tried to shove him away, his grip on her jaw quickly tightened and as he ran the cloth between the apex of her thighs she slapped him away hard with both hands.

Out of frustration Sigefrid pushed her backwards by the face and threw the cloth into the bowl of water splashing them both in the process.

“Fight me all you want but I will have what is mine,” He growled and she focused on the waving water instead of the anger further darkening his eyes.

With a deep breath Arnora turned back to the bowl and continued the task of washing herself at her own pace, she could still feel Sigefrid’s watchful gaze on her and involuntarily flinched at bundled up fabric hitting the side of her face.

“Put that on when you are done.”

She listened to him gathering up his swords and begin to storm out of the room but he paused in the open door way,

“Eat and drink all you wish.” and with that he closed the door and she was alone once more.

In the comfort of privacy Arnora had scrubbed herself as much as she could and used the small wooden bowl she had eaten apples from to assist in washing her hair and ridding it of the smell of hay. She picked up the clean dress Sigefrid had thrown at her and admired the delicately embroidered runes that adorned the hems of the sleeves and neck of the blush pink material.

It was bittersweet to be given an item so lovely when her new purpose was to be a bed warmer until her new Lord grew tired of her and handed her off to his men to use as they wished for their own amusement. With a deep sigh she willed away the tears threatening to spill with her mind flooding of all that she had witnessed and been on the receiving end of since the small settlement she had only just begun to call home had been raided.

With the sounds of roaring laughter, cheers and shouts coming from outside the hall the bed looked to be more and more inviting, she hadn’t had much sleep recently and she was finding it hard to resist the idea of comfort with the darkening sky creeping in through the window.

Sigefrid returned to his room being dimly illuminated by a torch burning outside the window, Arnora appeared to be asleep on the far edge of the bed. She was laid on her front with tendrils of hair covering her face, he paid attention the soft rise and fall of her back as he loosened his sword belt and set the weapon down against the wall, to his surprise she didn’t stir at the clinking of metal or the bed shifting under his weight when he sat down.

The usual savage in him lay dormant as the thought of pulling her from her slumber to serve him and satisfy his needs flickered through his mind, then he wondered if he could instil loyalty and have her submit to him in a more willful way and scoffed at his foolish thinking, she was woman good for one thing; ploughing. But as he removed his tunic and boots and laid down beside her he did not reach out, he left her be.

As the sun rose and lit up the bedroom Sigefrid sat in a chair with a foot up on the table listening to the birdsong ushering in the new day as he rubbed his thumb on his cup of weak ale and watched a still sleeping Arnora. It was rare to have an enslaved woman, even if only briefly, not be a snivelling wreck flinching at every sound or movement after spending a few days in the company of Sigefrid’s men and he felt his curiosity growing.

Arnora rolled onto her side and woke feeling disorientated, pushing up onto her hand she recognised the sword leaning against the wall on the other side of the bed and rubbed at her eye wondering where the man it belonged to was. Her head snapped towards the sound of a cup hitting wood and her gaze fell on Sigefrid,

“Morning, Lord,” She spoke quietly and he found that he liked the way her honeyed voice shrouded in sleep sounded.

“Well rested?”

“Yes, thank you,”

“Good,” He stood and held her gaze as he tied his tunic, “I want you in the kitchen today, you cannot stay in this room forever.”

“The kitchen, Lord?”

“Unless you would prefer to weave yarn?”

Arnora shook her head and the morning sun spilling through the window glinted off the golden strands of her hair. She would much rather knead dough and prepare meats than handle delicate yarns, it was a lot easier to get that wrong than cooking.

Arnora had barely noticed the hours passing as she worked out all her frustrations into the dough she kneaded, the northman she was now bound to had not put his hands on her at all after she had refused his touch yesterday evening and she didn’t know why.

She also didn’t like the anger she was carrying now, Arnora was raised to be kind and understanding yet defend herself when needed, being angry and rough was not natural to her and she didn’t want to have to become that type of woman just to survive.

When the chatter within the hot and stuffy kitchen fell quiet later on she felt Sigefrid come to look over her shoulder and see what she was doing. Arnora peeked up at him, his brows were slightly furrowed and lips parted, she couldn’t figure out if it was a look of confusion or interest.

“Lord?”

“Go get cleaned up, you will dine with me in the hall.” His dark gaze met hers.

“And your men?” She asked, diverting her eyes to the floor.

“Yes, as I said you cannot stay in that room forever.”

He observed the way she tensed up as she dusted the flour off of her hands sending a powdery cloud fluttering to the floor and he remembered the bruising on her body that matched the one beneath her eye, with a sigh he offered up the only words of comfort he could find in a low voice solely for her to hear,

“They dare not touch you.” His words came out more aggressive than he had intended but Arnora nodded in acknowledgement and quietly stepped away from him making her way out of the kitchen.

Inside the warm hall under the burning torches Sigefrid sat at the head of a long table, he glanced to the woman sitting on his right who picked at smoked meats with her hair glistening in the fire light when Haesten sat next to her, careful to keep some distance between them.

“For a Dane you look to be uncomfortable in a pagan hall, woman,”

“Does my lack of celebration at being stolen from my home upset you, man?”

Sigefrid chuckled at the exchanged but didn’t miss the way her body had tensed up similar to how she had earlier, although he considered her to be his property now he didn’t feel like torturing her in the form of forced close proximity to a man who he guessed was responsible for some of her injuries.

“Arnora, fetch me a fresh jug of ale,”

He chose to ignore the stocky blonde’s eyes raking over her body as she obeyed the simple order and walked away from the table with the empty clay jug in hand.

“Play nice, Haesten,” He spoke with a cold look over the lip of his cup.

Arnora returned a short while later and stood at Sigefrid’s side, refilling his cup without instruction when Haesten piped up again, a smirk plastered on his face as he stared at her.

“How does she ride, Lord?” Sigefrid forced a smile at his question, instinctively wrapping his arm around Arnora and resting his hand against her hip.

“She passes the time,” He shrugged and pulled her into his lap, relieved that she put an arm over his shoulder to indicate there had been a physical closeness between them, against her will or not. It wasn't anyone’s business that he hadn’t had her yet but she knew the implications if people found out.

“She fights too much for my liking,” Haesten sucked his teeth and took a gulp of ale.

Arnora’s blood began to boil and rush beneath the surface of her skin and from her position in Sigefrid’s lap he saw the way her heart hammered, threatening to break through her chest.

“You will not tease her,” Sigefrid chastised his man for being so bold.

“It’s only a bit of fun, Lord,” Haesten smiled, looking to his Lord hoping to diffuse the situation.

“You will not.” He commanded further, his eyes void of any amusement making the stocky dane stand from the table and leave with a face resembling that of a sulking child.

Arnora felt Sigefrid’s fingers press into her thigh along with an unforgiving energy emitting from him and she found herself relaxing into his hold. He had no need to berate the other man for his behaviour, it was the usual treatment towards taken women but she oddly felt safe, almost protected, being close to him in that moment.

She spent the rest of the evening seated in Sigefrid’s lap, silently observing him talking and laughing with his brother Erik. At one point he had moved her arm from around his neck and placed his cup in her hand, pushing the bottom of it towards her mouth with his fingers silently telling her to drink with his eyes locked on hers the entire time. It was a strange moment of intimacy that she had been reluctant to be a part of but was in no position to refuse.

When he said his farewells for the night and pulled her along back to his room a ball of tangled nerves grew in the pit of her stomach knowing she would be faced with the dilemma of trying to avoid his advances for a second time.

She dutifully helped him remove the leather armour he wore strapped to his shoulders along with his sword belt as instructed and when she was done took two steps back from his lingering gaze in an attempt to put some distance between them.

“Get on the bed.” He demanded with a softer than usual tone.

“No.” She whispered.

“I told you I will have what is mine, now get on the bed.”

Arnora shook her head and slowly backed away, Sigefrid growled and rushed at her grabbing her by the hips and threw her onto the furs with ease. She quickly scrambled to crawl off the bed but he was faster and pulled her back towards him by an ankle and flipped her over onto her back in one rapid motion.

She tried to slap and kick at him to prevent him from settling between her thighs with no luck, his strength only increasing with every thud against his face and chest as he gripped her forearms and pinned them above her head, trapping her beneath him. Arnora’s ragged breathing had her chest heaving under the weight of Sigefrid and he smirked as she failed to lift her arms.

His obsidian eyes flickered from her bronze gaze to her full lips and he inched close enough that she felt his beard brush against her chin and his breath fan across her mouth. She jerked at him fast and clamped down her teeth in an attempt to bite him and he pulled back with a dark chuckle.

“You cannot win this fight,”

He leaned down close again and this time his lips touched hers, she grunted and thrust her head forward once more catching his bottom lip in a sharp bite, he ran his tongue over the small cut and a tiny gasp escaped Arnora feeling his growl rumble through him with a grind of his growing erection against her covered core.

Each slow roll of his hips into her had the air around them grow heavy with a charged silence only broken by their mingling breaths. He noticed how her body steadily started to relax and her pupils began to dilate at the contact, with a lick of his lips he crashed his mouth down to hers and as he suspected she didn’t fight back this time, instead she met his furious kiss with her own, allowing their tongues to taste each other.

Not fully trusting her Sigefrid kept her wrists locked in one hand while he tore at the laces on his breeches and pulled up Arnora’s dress exposing her bare cunt to him. There was no gentleness as he nudged the tip of his throbbing cock through her folds gathering up slick before he pushed into her with a hard thrust earning a loud moan from her at the intrusion.

He hissed, taking hold of her jaw as her walls stretched around him with each deep roll of his hips. Sigefrid basked in the sounds of her gasps and breathy pants while he sank his teeth into her soft neck sucking purple welts onto her pale skin and Arnora felt like she was drowning in murky waters of pleasure and resentment.

He finally released Arnora’s aching wrists and pulled her legs up over his shoulders, setting a brutal pace he furiously slammed into her over and over filling the room with the sounds of skin slapping skin. Her knuckles were white from the grip she had on the furs at her sides and her mouth fell open with her brows knitted together feeling the tight knot forming deep within as Sigefrid’s cock assaulted the spongy part of her heat repeatedly.

Feeling the flutter of her walls around him Sigefrid leaned forward to see her blown pupils swallowing the bronze iris, with her folded up underneath him his cock hit deeper depths and she arched up into him with her climax shuddering through her body. Sigefrid groaned and nipped at the inside of her knee as he spilled his hot seed into her still twitching cunt, and the only thought clear in his pleasure clouded mind was that she would be more than just a body helping to pass the time.

Arnora winced as he pulled out and laid on his back next to her as she straightened her legs and dress, they remained in silence for a few moments catching their breaths and coming down from their highs when Sigefrid noticed her cringe as she gently touched her damaged wrists, with a near silent sigh he directed his eyes back to the rafters.

“Does that hurt?”

“A little, Lord, I am worried it will become infected if you keep grabbing at them,” She was playing it down, it ached and stung with even the smallest of contact from the sleeve of her dress and burned when pressed in any way.

They shared a cup of ale with no words spoken in a comfortable silence, only peeking glances at each other here and there from their separate sides of the bed when their fingers touched as they passed the cup between themselves. Arnora was unsure of how things would proceed now, she hadn’t expected to willingly give in to him as she had but worried that if she stopped putting up a fight he would grow bored of her and pass her around.

In the morning Sigefrid had woken early and sought out a trusted woman who worked the kitchens that had knowledge in the ways of healing and on his way back to Arnora with an assortment of items he passed by Erik who flashed him a playful smile.

“Broken her already, brother?”

“Not quite.”

To his surprise Arnora sat at the window in the morning sun finishing a small braid of the front parts of her long hair, she offered him a small smile as he placed a little jar, some leaves and thin strips of linen on the table next to her then knelt in front of her chair and held out his hands palm up thinking of how that was the first smile had seen her wear.

“Lord?”

“This,” He nodded to the items he had brought, “is to help your wrists.”

Her lips parted and brows raised at the kind gesture not expecting him to have cared but she placed a hand into his and watched as he gently pushed up her sleeve exposing the injury. He took his time coating the raw skin in a thin layer of honey before covering it in a large burdock leaf and wrapping the linen around her wrist keeping it all in place with a neat knot.

“Thank you,” Arnora spoke quietly after he had repeated the process on her other arm.

“Do not mention it,” The corner of his mouth quirked up and she let out a breathy laugh.

“No I mean it, I have a reputation to uphold.”

The next couple of weeks passed with somewhat of a routine, they would have breakfast together in the privacy of Sigefrid’s room, Arnora would then spend the day in the kitchens with the women from the north talking of their homelands, and in the evenings she would either sit beside or in the lap of Sigefrid wearing his marks across her neck and chest for all to see.

Of a night he would take her however he wished, and she did not fight him as he replaced any fading marks with new ones and filled her with his seed sometimes multiple times before falling asleep with a distance between them. She had grown accustomed to his rough ways but there was a lack of intimacy she found to be bothering her, a strange fondness for him was growing and it made her feel as though she was falling into madness.

On a particularly hot and stuffy morning Sigefrid paced the room as Arnora turned an unbitten apple in her hands, she had quickly noticed the heat got to him and so people would be tiptoeing around him until the warmth eased to avoid setting off his temper.

Erik had come to inform him that some priests had arrived from Cumberland at the request of their bishop, Sigefrid instructed Arnora to join him at the meeting and although she tried to protest being there he insisted.

The doors were held wide open to help the building up heat escape but it had little effect, Haesten was displeased to see the blonde woman stood behind his seated Lord and the priests gave a disapproving look at her presence, unsure as to why she was there in the first place as they knew the brothers were both unmarried.

“My Lords, this letter is of great importance,” The shorter of the two priests spoke nervously.

“And what does this letter say?” Erik asked, looking amused at their nerves.

“We do not know, Lord, it is for you to see only,”

“Your bishop has sent you all this way and you do not know why?” Sigefrid challenged, tapping his palm off the arm of the chair.

“We are simply following commands, Lord,” The taller balding one held the small sealed parchment out to him.

“Is this meant as an insult, priest?”

Arnora’s eyes flicked from the priest to Sigefrid, the poor souls sent by their bishop must not have been aware that the Northmen they had come to see were not taught letters as children but how to be fighters.

“N-no, not at all Lord,”

“It feels like an insult,” Sigefrid insisted and rubbed at his bottom lip with his thumb.

“It is not an insu-”

“IT IS AN INSULT.”

Arnora flinched at his booming voice and the way he jumped out of his chair just as the holy men had but she did not cower or shake, instead she took a deep breath and stepped forward placing a gentle hand to the back of Sigefrid’s shoulder hoping to diffuse the scene,

“If I may, Lord’s, perhaps it would be best for the father’s to cool down with some ale and allow you time to read this letter in privacy?” She spoke her suggestion softly and looked to Erik who nodded in agreement as she took the folded parchment that was being offered to Sigefrid.

“Haesten, take the priests to the church where they will be surely welcomed.” Erik commanded, and as soon as the three men were out of sight Arnora broke the wax seal under the watchful gaze of the brothers.

“Well, what does it say?” Sigefrid sighed with a wave of his hand, his patience wearing thin.

“It is simply a request to stop raiding the land, Lord,”

“In exchange for what?” Erik asked.

“Nothing, Lord,”

“Nothing.” Sigefrid repeated with a sneer, he caught the subtle frown that flickered across Arnora’s face and took a step closer to her, “What else?”

“The bishop is also urging you to consider a christian life,” She quietly revealed, knowing it would only anger him further.

“I have a mind to take my men and destroy his precious building and take all their silver for us, brother,”

“It is a long way to travel without knowing what is waiting on the other end, it is not known to be a land of wealth” Erik claimed with a stroke of his beard.

“Fetch the priests!” Sigefrid shouted and a man on the doors hurried off towards the church.

Arnora stood back behind Sigefrid’s chair expecting him to sit but as the priests were ushered back into the hall he stormed towards them with ferocity, in one quick motion he unsheathed his sword and slashed through the first man’s throat inciting a shriek from the second who only moments later was stabbed in the gut.

The angry Northman shoved his victim backwards off the metal and turned, setting his gaze that burned with fury on his claimed woman, her head slightly bowed with her bronze eyes looking at him from under long lashes and her lips pressed into a tight line.

“Have the bodies displayed outside the gates, anymore holy men arriving begging for peace shall be turned away!”

Sheathing his sword Sigefrid beckoned Arnora to him with a jerk of his head and she obeyed, he placed his large hand on the side of her slender neck and used his thumb to push against her chin forcing her to look him in the eye.

“You think I should have spared them?” He asked, focusing on the way her creased brow relaxed.

“It is not my place to say, Lord,” In truth Arnora had been surprised they had survived being inside the walls of the city as long as they had.

“Come, let us go for a ride.” He needed to cool off, and weirdly he didn’t want to leave her behind.

Underneath the high sun shade of tall tree’s sheltered Arnora and Sigefrid as they arrived at a shallow river with water cascading from high rocks. It was the coolest she had felt in weeks and was happy to feel the ground beneath her bare feet. Sigefrid removed his sword belt and rid himself of his faded red tunic as he watched Arnora dip her feet into the clear waters edge with a smile playing on her lips.

“‘Nora..”

Her head snapped towards him with the use of her name in a way she hadn’t heard for years and made her heart skip a beat. Walking towards him there was an odd look of affection in his dark eyes and his fingers brushed through the length of her golden hair.

“Do you fear me?” He asked, he had found her to be a peaceful companion in recent weeks and didn’t want her to be afraid of him, he had no intentions of harming her.

“Sometimes, Lord,”

“Sigefrid,”

“Sigefrid.” His name sounded nice spoken with her honeyed voice.

Cupping her cheeks he gently brushed his thumb across her full lips and Arnora felt herself chasing his touch when he stopped. Stepping closer into his space she placed her hands flat on his toned chest and pushed up onto the balls of her feet, her lips ghosted over his as she searched his eyes for permission and it came in the form of a low grumble vibrating through his chest to her hands.

Closing the gap Sigefrid held her close with a tight grip on her soft hips, he’d not kissed her since the first time he had taken her but this was slower with a different emotion behind the act, the soft press of her lips on his was sweet tasting and addictive. He pulled back with a sigh and her dress bundled in his fist.

“Into the water, ‘Nora.”

Nodding she stepped away and removed her dress, throwing it to where she had left her shoes and eased into the cool waters. Sigefrid watched her dip down and disappear beneath the surface before re-emerging and wiping her face as he took off his boots and breeches to join her.

Wading in up to his waist he held her with her back flush to his chest enjoying the feel of her wet cool skin against him, Arnora place her hands over his and guided them in roaming over her body as he replaced his usual habit of hard biting with hot kisses down her neck and along her shoulder tickling her with his beard as he did.

Reaching up behind her she hooked a hand around his neck and his fingers skimmed down her stomach slipping beneath the water and through her folds, she gasped and gripped him tight as he brushed against the sensitive nub at the apex of her thighs. Nipping at her skin he circled the pad of his finger against her until she was panting and moaning under the summer sun.

Sigefrid committed her chest heaving, her peaked nipples glistening with water and the way her back arched under his touch to memory. He pressed his lips to the shell of her ear as he increased the pressure and speed of his ministrations and spoke to her in a low tone,

“Who do you belong to?”

“Sigefrid.”

End Notes: Look man, this whole thing ran away from me and did its own thing, I'm just happy to have gotten some words written instead of have a complete writers block lmao. The flow of this feels dodgy I know. if you stuck around long enough to get to here then, well done, you champ.

#i'm just going to throw this out into the universe and what will be will be lmao #Sigefrid x oc #the last kingdom fanfic #tlk fanfiction #sigefrid #tw dubcon

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Here's my last sketches from season 2 👉👈

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Silver Coins

Summary: You are paid to be a pleasure for the baby monk. Paring: Osferth x Female!Reader Word Count: 2374 Warnings: Smutty smut, inexperienced Osferth, oral sex (m and f), p in v. Minors DNI. Author's Note: This is for @eddiemadmunson ♥ I agree there is not enough Osferth fics and there should be more. Here’s just some smutty fluff one shot for your ask. ♥ Also, my Osferth is book canon. Update: Link for part 2! Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @sirenofavalon @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy

Osferth was tall and lean, with an awkward grace to his movement as he sat himself into one of the chairs within your chambers. He kept his feet on the cobblestone and his large palms gripped onto his thighs.

You thought him to be handsome in a way that was so uniquely his own. What made you agree to this had been when you first saw his eyes. They were a brilliant blue that held no judgment when you spoke to him earlier that night, how they shone with a kindness that you could not recall ever seeing in the gaze of a man before.

“I am looking to bed one of Uhtred’s men,” your tone was purposefully coy and you relished in the pink that dusted his cheeks.

Oh, the word barely left his bow lips and your touch was gentle to take his hand; his palm was calloused and warm, with long, slender fingers that wrapped around your own in response. He allowed you to pull him away from the crowd, which included the grinning fools that were Sihtric and Finan, and you led him to your room below the tavern.

This was where he now sat, so uncertain as to what to do with his hands.

You reach for the knot of your wrap dress, removing the layer to reveal a satin chemise you wore beneath. It was soft and fell to your curves, your nipples pebble beneath from the cool air.

His eyes are wide at the sight of you, his pupils swallowing the beautiful blue and his tongue wet his lips. “My lady,” his voice almost a whisper, “I must admit to you, I have not bed a woman before.”

You were already aware of this, but chose to tease him, moving closer towards him. “Are you not the same man who slain Sigefrid?”

He nods with the tousle of his dirty blonde hair, his gaze shyly cast downwards.

You are now in front of him, your finger curling beneath his chin to bring his eyes to meet with your own. “Well, I admit that I have never killed a man before, so may I suggest a fair trade,” you continue with a smile. “You can share with me how you killed Sigefried and I will share with you the secrets of my trade.”

You lean closer and his exhale fans your cheeks, his eyes still wide as he processes your words. “But, my lord, I insist you remove your boots first.”

“Yes, my apologies,” he stammers and you step back with your smile, watching as he is quick to unlace and remove them. His long legs brought him across to place them by the door, then turning to face you again.

Your smile renews at the sight of his bare feet, pale against the grey cobblestone, and you move towards him. He is watchful of how the satin breathes against your curves with your every step closer until you can place your hands, gentle to the touch, on his chest. His breath draws as you come up to your toes and press your lips against his own.

Osferth seems to balk against your mouth, his lips pressing together and stilting in response, his arms stiff at his sides.

You pull back, your brow quirks as you see his blue eyes still wide and nervous. “Osferth,” you honey your tone, a gentle smile to your lips. You reach to touch his hands and they relax against your own, following your pull to rest them against the small of your waist. “Do not think, just kiss me.”

His gaze falls to your mouth and he tilts his head, his lips soft and warm against your own. Your mouth opens slightly, your tongue touching his bottom lip and you can feel him smile. His hands grow bold, pulling you closer against his chest, meeting with the tempo you set. You open your mouth more to deepen the kiss, his tongue following the languid pacing of your own; you nip at his bottom lip and he groans in your mouth.

The sound melts you against his hard chest, enjoying as his large palms trace the curves of your hips and cradle the small of your back. You wrap your arms around his neck, your fingers move to comb through his golden locks.

He steps and turns you to press your backside against the door, pressing against you and a moan spills from your kiss-swollen lips when you feel his hard length push against your stomach.

“Osferth,” you whisper and he looks pained as you pull away, until you reach for the belt knotted around his slender waist that holds his albe in place. He helps remove the layers until he is bare waist up, his muscles taut and there is a patch of hair across his chest.

Your eyes admire the planes of his abdomen and the lines that dip below where his trousers hung. Your mouth waters at the bold outline of his crotch against the fabric.

Baby monk, you think, incredulous, to yourself and you reach to slip your fingers in the waist and pull him to the bed edge. Your fingers work to unlace and his trousers puddle at his feet; he steps out and backwards until he touches the bed and sits down, watchful and waiting for your lead.

The sight of him bare leaves you almost timid, there is a growing anticipation combined with the warmth wet from his kisses, his touch, between your thighs. You exhale slowly through your open lips, stepping forward and kneeling before him.

He is resting on his elbows, unaware of your slight trepidation to his size, his gaze curious as your hand reaches to curl around his member. A blush returns to his cheeks, the rose color matching his tip and your thumbs wipes the bead of precum, rubbing beneath which elicits a groan that rumbles from the back of his throat.

Embolden, you move to bring your tongue flat to the underside and follow until your lips wrap around the head, your tongue tasting the hint of him. He groans again when your head begins to move in tandem with your hand, up and down his length to coat him with your saliva.

You pull back and he watches as you lift your chemise over your head to bare yourself, his jaw slightly slack as his eyes drink in your figure. Your cheeks grow warm with the adoration of his gaze, stepping closer to straddle him and he sighs sweetly with your warmth pressing against his cock.

He groans when you slowly rock your hips, your silken folds smooth with your spit, sliding the length of his member before your hand reaches to line him with your entrance.

You are slow to lower yourself, in part to savor the delicious stretch as he fills you, another to try and adjust to his size. Your nails bite into his shoulders and his arms are gentle when they wrap the small of your waist, pulling you flush against him, his chest hair tickling your breasts, and he buries his face into your neck. You gasp when his tongue tastes you, clenching in response, and he groans louder.

“I need but a moment,” your voice is small with the confession.

“My lady, take as long as you need,” he breathes into your neck and your skin rises from the touch of his lips. “We may stay like this all night, if it pleases you.”

You pull back to look into his eyes, how they shine with an earnestness, and you find his mouth, your kiss slow and searching. He sighs and you begin again to rock your hips into him; you can feel his hold relax, the warmth of his palms as they settle onto your hips and pull you against him.

The motion allows him to reach deep within you. You rest your palms onto his chest and push him to lay back on the bed, your hands bracing as you quicken your rhythm. A soft moan spills from your lips and another groan escapes the back of his throat when your cunt begins to flutter around him.

You slow your pace, wet lewd noises filling the intimate space. “Please,” he begs. “Show me how to touch you.”

He bites his bottom lip when you take his hand, bringing his thumb to your mouth. He sighs again when your tongue curls the digit, enclosing your lips around and then pulling it back, a line of spittle from your mouth that breaks and falls to your chin. You lower his palm to fit against the inside of your thigh, pressing his thumb into the bloom above where his cock continues the pace, in and out.

Your moan starts soft. “It’s…it is that, can you feel…” your voice mewls with his guided touch.

“I, yes,” there is a sheen of sweat to his features, his focus drawn and torn between admiring the curves of your movement and where his hand now rests. “Right…here?”

His touch coils the passion in your lower abdomen. “Yes,” your cries wanton and it gives him a confidence to his touch, also quickening his upwards thrusts to meet with your motion. Stars dance in front of your eyes and he moans as your climax rolls in waves, clenching at him for his own release.

“Oh, God,” he cries out and you feel him pulsating within your velvet walls with his own peak.

You fall and curl against him, he brings you to the side and waits until your heart rate settles. He is reluctant to let you go, but you give him a kiss, moving to the basin and pouring from the pitcher, grabbing a cloth to wet and wring. You clean yourself before grabbing another, returning to him. “It will be cool,” you warn, your touch gentle.

Osferth hums his pleasure, “Allow me to stay and we can warm beneath the furs.”

“That was my plan already, lord,” you reply and he smiles with your words.

Curled beneath the furs, he is on his side with one arm holding his head up and his other palm resting beneath your breasts, his eyes watching them rise and fall with your steady breaths. He shares the truth of Sigefried, how he climbed the wall while the men fought, and confronted the Dane and plunged his dagger into his stomach.

“Were you frightened?” You shiver with your question, turning your head to look at him.

He smiles and you see his cheeks line with dimples. “I admit, in the moment, I did not have the time to dwell on fear, but I can recall that my hands were shaking.”

You touch his hand, yours so small in comparison to his own. “You did what was needed,” you say and bring his fingertips to your lips.

He leans forward to find your lips once again, another sweet kiss. “Would you allow me…” his voice trails off, a blush to his features as he hems for the words that will allow his hand to move lower.

You touch his cheek to hold his gaze. “Osferth, I am yours tonight.”

There is the added sweetness of your expressed consent, his willingness to listen to your soft hums of guidance as he nestles between your thighs. His lips are so soft, his breath warm on your cunt, and he is quick to understand and match his ministrations with your soft sighs. The curl of his finger within you was sinful, that begins as a gentle prod until you mewl his name and he continues without complaint until he feels you clenching your release.

The morning comes too soon and you begrudgingly leave the monk, who is sound asleep on his stomach and bare next to you. You dress quickly, fasten your cloak and your fingers check the pocket’s contents before you come to the bedside with a gentle kiss to wake him.

His brow quirks when he realizes you are already dressed. “Where are you going?” His voice husky with sleep.

“I am going to the kitchens to have something prepared for you,” you kiss him again and he hums at your touch. “Dress and come meet me upstairs?”

He nods sleepily and you move to leave, your cloak billows with your steps as you walk the corridor and take the stairs up, two steps at a time.

The tavern is empty and smells of spilt ale from the night before, mixed with the spices that waft from the kitchen. You fill two plates and return to place them on an empty table, when the door opens and the silhouettes of Finan and Sihtric fill the door frame.

“We’re closed,” you call to them, a smile to your lips. You move towards them, reaching into your pocket and tossing the felt pouch that hits Finan’s chest.

His brow furrows but he catches it, the soft jingle of the coins it held. “This silver was for you to bed the baby monk,” he says.

“Yes,” you reply, your eyes narrowing onto him. “I am returning it to you, no coin spent.”

Before another word can be said, his dark eyes look past you and you turn to see Osferth surfacing. His hands pat his locks down, a smile on his face when he catches sight of you.

You move towards him, leaving the Irishman and the Dane, and move to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing his lips to your own one last time.

He responds without the embarrassment from last night, softening against your touch and you smile when you pull back. “Do you have time for break fast?”

There is a beat of silence, with Osferth blushing from your affection and Sihtric dumbstruck, before Finan finally speaks. “Afraid not, missus. Lord Uhtred requires us to ride out. We have much to discuss today,” he moves forward to clasp a hand on Osferth’s shoulder, pulling him towards the door.

You sit down on the bench, picking at one of the plates and watch them tuck the monk between, grinning fools and arms draped around his shoulders, pushing through the door and into the morning light.

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pairing: sihtric x f! reader | genre: secret relationship, fluff, tiny bit of angst? | warnings: blood, cursing, just the normal tlk warnings, kissing, kinda suggestive at one point? (Idk) | wc: 15k+ |

synopsis: “they can’t know about us” a look into sihtric and uhtred’s sister, secret relationship and how they started and how they are now.

note: this fic was me getting back into writing, so that’s my excuse if this is terrible. I had an idea for it, and it went a whole different way and turned out longer than it was supposed to be. I do hope you enjoy it <3 My requests are open!

thank you @dailytlk for letting me use the the lovely gifs <3

You couldn't remember or pinpoint a certain moment when you realized you had feelings for him. Maybe it was when you started noticing that your eyes would always try to find him, or the tension filled eye contact that would leave you breathless. Or the way your cheeks would burn red when he would offer to braid your hair for you.

Sihtric was so charming. The small things he would do for you, the way he would step closer to you if he sensed danger, or the way he would always have you sit closest to the fire so you would be warmer.

He wasn't always like that though, he used to be distant, awkward. And he would try to not be alone with you, even though that's all he wanted. You couldn't blame him though, the first few days of knowing each other weren't the best for a first impression.

From him being with the group of danes that tried to kill you and your brother, to him being your brother's prisoner, then being one of your brothers' men. It was all too confusing and happened too fast. So, you didn't blame him when Sihtric kept his distance and avoided you.

You wouldn't admit it aloud, but it did hurt a little. When he did avoid you. You had seen him become close with Clapa, and even Hild. You weren't mean or sent him dirty looks like Halig did, so you wondered why he didn't try with you. He wasn't rude to you or anything, he just seemed to have no interest in you. And that hurt.

But you were totally wrong. He did have interest in you; maybe a little too much because he would catch his eyes following after you and it also didn't help that you seemed to fill up his thoughts and it made him nervous, he barely knew you. So why did he think of you so much?

Was it because he felt guilty for what he had done? Or was it something more? Whatever the reason was…He didn't know it.

He very much had interest in you, but he just didn't know where the two of you stood. Hild was nice and was quick to forget and forgive what happened. Clapa was easy going and called him tiny dane. Halig didn't like him, and he knew it, Halig made it obvious, and he was okay with that because at least he knew where he stood with them. But with you, he knew nothing.

You had no idea of his conflicting thoughts, you just assumed that he didn't like you. And he assumed that you wanted nothing to do with him after what he's done. God you both were so wrong.

The two of you walked on unknown ground around each other for the first days of knowing each other. You wanted to talk to him, but you didn't have near enough courage to do so and Sihtric was avoiding you to the best of his ability. And he was doing a great job until Halig told you and him to go back and warn Uhtred about the brothers, Sigefrid and Erik.

That was the first time the two of you talked. It was a few words, but it still left a long-lasting impression. You could remember it, like it was yesterday.

The two of you were quietly but quickly walking towards the camp you were staying at. Sihtric was focused on making sure the two of you aren't being followed and you were focused on the…the trees? Okay you weren't focused on anything; you were in fact internally panicking because the two of you were alone.

You had to stop yourself from glancing at him after the third time you tilted your head to look at him. You weren't the most discreet person, and you were afraid that he would notice if you didnt stop. You were walking side by side with some distance between you, but not too much distance. Sihtric wanted to be close to you if something had happened.

“I hope you don't feel offended by Halig’s words, he's normally not like that” you say quietly but loud enough for him to hear you. You tilted your head to look at him before quickly facing forward to watch in front of you.

“It's no problem My lady, I find it amusing” He replies as he looks away from the trees, he was watching to give you a polite smile. He was grateful that you broke the silence because he had no idea how he would have done it, in all honesty he probably wouldn't have.

“Oh i..i'm not a Lady" you say with a shy smile as you stumble over your words. You have been called a lady many times. But it felt different when he said it, it just rolled from his tongue so nicely and you couldn't help but feel flustered at the way he said, ‘My lady’.

“Your brother is a lord is he not” he states smoothly, with a cheeky grin.

You didn't respond to that. Instead, you looked ahead of you, a blush on your face. A blush that Sihtric was quick to notice. He couldn't help but feel proud that he could make you feel flustered so easily. Maybe now he had a small idea on where the two of you stand.

The rest of the walk was silent, not one minute of it being awkward.

The next few days the two of you didn't get a chance to talk much. He was too busy doing things for your brother and you were almost always at your brother's side. So that didn't leave much time for you to talk. And you wouldn't dare talk to Sihtric in front of your brother, he was way too protective and would assume things.

So that left you two to have longing stares, shy smiles. Well shy smiles on your part and cheeky grins on his. His stares would leave you flustered, something that Lady Gisela was quick to notice and quick to tease you about.

The next time the two of you talked was one of the worst days of your life. You were filled with fear and your hands were shaking, But Sihtric was there to help you. He was always there for you.

You were sleeping peacefully in the surprisingly comfortable bed in the inn you were staying in, In Eoferwic. You were tired from the long day you had yesterday, so you fell asleep almost immediately when you layed down.

You woke up in a jolt at the sound of loud footsteps, shouting and the sound of someone being dragged. You quickly toss the sheets off and grab your sword from the nightstand before rushing out of your room, out of the inn and into the streets of Eoferwic following the sound of shouting.

It led you to the front of Eoferwic and the sight in front of you made your heart drop in fear. It was your brother and Halig being pushed into a cage. Your grip on your sword tightens and you move to rush forward and help them, but you're pulled back by someone wrapping their arm around your waist and pulling you into their chest.

“Shh lady we can't help them if you're taken too” Sihtric whispers in your ear and at the sound of his voice you stop pushing against his arm and let him pull you back and out of sight. You wanted to go out there and help them, but Sihtric was right, you could only make it worse for them and yourself.

So, all you could do was lean back against his chest and watch your brother and Halig being sold away as slaves with tears in your eyes. When your brother started shouting that's when it broke you. You quickly turned around and hid your face in Sihtric’s chest as you let your tears fall freely. Your tears falling faster when you felt Sihtric hold you tighter and start whispering that it would be okay in your ear.

You stand in the streets for a few more moments before Sihtric pulls you away and into your room in the inn. You just let him pull you away, not fighting against it. When you get into your room you step away and wipe at your tears, embarrassed to have cried in front of him. Sihtric locks the door behind him, and you grab the chair from the small table and shove it under the door handle for extra protection.

You stood there in shock for a few moments, trying to process everything that just happened. Your thoughts raced a mile a minute, your heart started to feel heavy, and your tears came back. You were scared. Sihtric was quick to pick on the terrified expression on your face.

“Please dont panic y/n, you need to calm down” he says softly as he brings you back into his arms. You froze at first but then let yourself relax in his arms, resting your head on his shoulder. The both of you stood there for a few minutes, you calm down you're breathing and him rubbing your back.

As much as you wanted to stay in his arms you couldn't. You quickly pull away and turn your back to him as you grab your leather bag, stuffing all of your things that were around the room in it, in fast movements.

“We can't stay here Sihtric, we could be next” you tell him in rushed words, your voice cracking in the beginning from crying. Your hands were shaking as you tried to stuff one of your shirts in your bag and Sihtric noticed. He moved closer to you and pulled your hands into his, making you turn to look at him.

“We have to be smart about this y/n” he says softly but still sternly as he rubbed his thumbs over the top of your shaking hands. His hands were warm, and rough but smooth at the same time. Was that even possible? You could feel the veins on his hands, and you were sure that it would bring a blush to your cheeks if they weren't already red from your tears.

Your eyes slowly look away from his hands as they travel up to his strong forearms and to his necklace of thor's hammer. Your eyes lingered on the hammer for a few moments before they drifted up, where you locked eyes with his beautiful brown eyes.

You wanted to look away, telling yourself that it wasn't the time to be getting lost in his enchanting eyes. But you couldn't seem to look away, And neither could he. Sadly, the tension filled eye contact was broken by the sound of someone knocking on the door.

You immediately step away from the door and reach for your sword that was on the unmade bed. Sihtric quickly pulls out his ax, glancing at you before stepping closer to the door.

“It's Hild” A voice says from the other side of the door, and you immediately recognize the voice. You urgently move from behind Sihtric’s protective stance and pull the chair from under the door, your now still hands unlocking the door before throwing it open.

You let out a sigh of relief at the sight of Hild in front of you, quickly pulling her into the room; that felt hot from the actions moments before, before shutting and locking it behind her.

She had immediately brought you in her arms and explained to you what had happened and what to do next. She was going to ride to Winchester, To King Alfred hoping to get help to free your brother and Halig. And you…you were going to stay put.

You immediately refused saying that you should join her, that you couldn't stay. You feared what King Guthred would do to you too. You were shocked that she would ever suggest a thing, but what she said next shocked you even more. King Guthred said that you would still be safe here and have a room in the inn and that no harm would be brought to you. As long as you don't cause any trouble.

You of course refused. He was only saying that because he probably felt guilty for what he had done. How were you supposed to trust his words after all he had done? Hild tried to convince you more, but you didn't listen. But then Sihtric had to open up his pretty mouth ‘Its smart, we could get information from the inside.��

You and Sihtric ended up staying in Eoferwic.

The next time you saw hild was a week and half later when she rode back to Eoferwic, and she wasn't alone. She was joined by a few men, The King's warrior Steapa and your eldest brother. Ragnar Ragnarson.

You were standing next to sihtric, the two of you were in the small market looking at the tables that had random things on them. You didn't want to leave your room at the inn, you wanted to stay in, still fearful after what had happened. But Sihtric asked for you to come out of the room, he thought it would be good for you.

You were smiling at some of the necklaces that were on the table as you admired them and Sihtric was smiling at you, happy to see your smile again. He was about to offer to get you the flower pendant necklace you couldn't seem to take your eyes off, but stops when he hears the sounds of approaching horses.

You carefully set down the necklace and turn around to see who was coming, absentmindedly stepping closer to Sihtric who stood in front of you. You stepped closer to him so you could see who was coming, your hand softly gripping onto his forearm.

But you drop your hand from his arm in shock when you see who it was. It was Hild, Steapa and your big brother Ragnar. The sight of your big brother almost bringing tears to your eyes. You missed him so much and you didn't know you would see him again after hearing that he and Brida were prisoners to king Alfred.

Your eyes followed him as he continued riding out of your sight. You bring your hand up to grab Sihtrics arm as you pull him to follow you so you could get a better look at your brother. You were closer but made sure that you were still out of sight. You were so caught up with the sight of your brother you didn't notice Sihtric snatch an apple as he followed after you.

You wanted to step closer to get a better look of your brother but Sihtric softly pulled you back with a shake of the head. You frown but stay where you are, watching your brother's side profile with a sad smile, he looked healthy, not sickly like he was in the nightmares you had gotten.

“What are you doing?” You asked in a whisper when you noticed Sihtric stuffing the note that Lady Gisela had given the two of you to give to Hild, in the apple. Sihtric hands you the slice of apple he cut off and you take it while watching him with curiosity as you eat the slice.

“Well we can’t exactly walk up and give it to her, can we?” He says with a small smirk before turning around and waving over a young girl. You greet the young girl with a smile, watching as Sihtric bends down to her height and asks her to deliver the apple to Hild. The young girl nods with a smile and makes her way to give it to Hild.

“That was a smart idea” You compliment him, giving him a small smile before turning your head to look at your brother. Sihtric watches your side profile, he could tell how much you've missed your brother, how much you miss all of your siblings. When Hild got the apple she turned her head, where she saw the two of you, she gave you a small nod before looking forward.

Before you knew it the conversation was over and they were turning around on their horses and leaving, all you wanted to do was go and run to your brother, but you couldn't. You couldn't be seen with him. So you just watched them go with sad eyes, praying to the gods that they would find your brother and Halig and come back to get you soon but you knew it would be awhile until you see them again.

The first three months were hard. You were still suffering from the fact that your brother Uhtred was gone. You feared what was happening to him, your imagination ran wild and it tormented you in the night, causing you to have nightmares. Some nights you would wake up to the sound of your own cries or you would be woken up by Sihtric who heard you from the room over.

It got to the point where you were barely sleeping, you were scared from your nightmares and still scared that something was going to happen to you or Sihtric. The paranoia was the worst. Sihtric was worried for you so he tried to get you outside of the room as much as he could. But the stares of the village people and the paranoia you had made it less pleasant.

You were thankful for sihtric because even though the two of you still had your awkward moments and time filled was silence, he was still there for you. He was there to wake you up from your nightmares. He was there to sit next to you and try to comfort you the best he could as you cried for your family.

You were embarrassed at first, that he saw you in such a vulnerable position. You hated crying and you hated when someone saw you cry, hell you didn't even let your brothers see you cry. But with him it was different, he didn't make you feel silly or looked at you in pity. He was just simply there.

By the Fourth month Sihtric moved into your room. Your nightmares had gotten worse and Sihtric wanted to be close to you if anything happened, and it put your mind at ease a little. Knowing that you weren't alone. He claimed that he was fine with sleeping on your floor, he said that he's slept in worse conditions but it didn't make you feel better.

It was two weeks into him sleeping on your floor when you noticed that he also wasn't getting much sleep. You at first thought it was because of your nightmares, but it couldn't be that. You barely had them now that he was with you, his presence really helped. You then realized it was the floor. And after having a very awkward conversation that left the two of you with flushed cheeks, you decided it was best to just share the bed.

You remember how the first night was, it was very awkward.

You folded your arms over the blanket as you laid on your back, looking up at the ceiling. Hoping to find something to focus on instead of the fact that you're about to share a bed with Sihtric. The bed wasn't small, but it wasn't big. It would fit the two of you perfectly where you didn't have to worry about touching if you both stayed on your own side.

You looked away from the ceiling when you felt the bed dip and the covers move alerting you that Sihtric layed down. You had no idea if you should look at him or not, you didn't want to make him feel uncomfortable but you had a feeling he would feel that regardless.

You almost immediately felt the warmth of his body spread under the sheets. Your mind wandering to the thought of what it would feel like if he kept you warm during winter, his arms around you. You had to dig your nails in your palm to make you stop thinking about it before it went too far. You internally prayed that he wouldn't notice the flush on your face from your provocative thoughts. And if he did, you would just blame it on being warm.

You licked your suddenly dry lips and slowly tilted your head to the left to look at his side profile. Sihtric was also laying on his back, his arms also folded over the blanket, his eyes were closed and his face looked relaxed but you could tell from his tense posture he was everything but relaxed.

His hair was still braided; you have never seen him without it braided. Your eyes looked over his face, your eyes lingering on the scars on his face before looking down towards his neck tattoo. You didn't have a tattoo, when you were younger you witnessed your brother Ragnar getting one and you didn't like the sight at all. It was one of the few times you've seen your older brother shed a tear. You wondered if Sihtric cried when he got his. You liked Sihtrics tattoo, it looked good on him.

You brought your eyes back to his face only to lock eyes with his. Your eyes widen and you quickly look away from him and back to the ceiling, biting your lip in embarrassment because he caught you staring at him, well more like checking him out. The air suddenly seemed thicker in the room and you internally cursed at yourself for offering to share the bed. You waited for a few moments and Sihtric didn't say anything, and you were thankful because you didn't think you could form any proper words at the moment.

You turned to your left, laying on your side to lean over to the side table to blow out the candle with a soft blow. You decide not to return to laying on your back, you had hoped laying on your side would put some distance between the two of you. You move your hands under your cheek as you stare out into the dark room. The only sound you could hear was your own heartbeat and the occasional sound from outside.

“Goodnight Sihtric” you say quietly.

“Goodnight” His smooth voice broke the silence and seconds later you felt the bed move and the blankets shift letting you know that he also moved to lay on his side.

You quietly sighed and closed your eyes and before you knew it you were lulled to sleep. The first time in four months where you didn’t stress yourself to sleep in the fear of nightmares. Your mind was too occupied with thoughts of the man who laid on the other side of the bed to think of anything else.

It went like that for Two more weeks, the awkward small talk before bed, the shy whispers saying goodnight. The third week was when your first woke up in his arms. You had rolled over in your sleep and nestled into his side.

You woke up first, well rested and warm. You didn't notice at first until you tried to move; your eyes still closed When his arms pulled you closer into his chest. Your legs were entangled and his arms were wrapped around you, and you were panicking. You quietly and carefully freed yourself from his embrace before getting ready. Sihtric woke up confused, he always woke up first. He noticed your shy behavior during the day but didn't say anything.

It happened a lot more during the rest of the month; you waking up in his arms. Sihtric never brought it up though so you wondered if he even noticed. But he did notice and he didn't want to bring it up, he didn't want you to feel bad or uncomfortable. Because he…he liked it. He didn't like physical touch unless he was the one who initiated it. But with you it was different. He felt warm, comfortable, and safe.

It was just something that stayed not talked about. Neither of you seemed to mind it.

The fifth month was when you noticed that you indeed had feelings for Sihtric. Your small talk before bed became long talks of memories or just random things you've never told anyone. His kind actions and words felt different to you, the eye contact the two of you shared felt so much more intense. All awkwardness was gone, you could tell that the two of you were a lot more comfortable around each other.

You were also in a much better mood, your nightmares rarely happened now. The weather was getting colder, it would be winter soon. You loved winter. The stares from people didn't happen as much, they had gotten used to you. One day you and Sihtric went outside the walls of Eoferwic and found a nice field that isn't too far. It wasn't much but it made you happy so Sihtric tried to take you out to that field as much as he could.

You noticed that sihtric was starting to act differently too, he seemed happier. He wasn't quite like he was months ago. The two of you could talk for hours and not seem to get bored. You even noticed yourself starting to miss him even though he was gone for a few hours. You had gotten attached to him and it scared you a little bit.

His presence itself made you happier, the small things he does for you that would make you feel all warm inside, the long talks that you wish could last forever. Your talks before bed were your favorite. The way Sihtric would look at you as you talked, gods it made your heart flutter.

You and Sihtric were laying in bed, both of you on your sides facing each other, you had your hands under your cheek and he was holding his head up on his palm. It was starting to get chilly as winter was approaching, so you had a fire lit in the fireplace, creating a warm and cozy setting.

“So he pushed him in the lake?” Sihtric laughs, as he listens to the story you were telling, trying to picture a young uhtred getting pushed in the lake. But for some reason he just couldn't, he just pictured the uhtred now giving him an intimidating look.

“Ragnar didn't like that uhtred bested him with a sword, so he grabbed him by the back of his tunic and tossed him in” you smiled and laughed quietly at the memory you had of your brothers. You were so much younger, innocent to the pain of losing your family. You wish you could feel that peace again.

Sihtric who was admiring your face noticed how that happy gleam in your eyes faded into sadness. Sihtric moved closer to you, your legs now almost touching. You blinked a few times, clearing your mind from your sad thoughts before looking back at Sihtric, holding your breath when you noticed how close he was.

“You will see your family soon my lady, don't lose hope” He said in a soft tone as he looked into your eyes. He wished he could say more to comfort you, but he didn't know what to say, he didn't know how it feels to miss a sibling, or anyone really.

You let out a shaky breath and offer him a small smile staring into his warm brown eyes, you've decided that his eyes were your favorite thing to look at. “I won't lose hope”

“Tell me more of your childhood” Sihtric says with a smile, he loved hearing the stories you would tell him about your childhood. You smile softly and start telling him about a memory you had with your sister. Sihtric can't help but admire you as you speak fondly of your family.

You stop talking when you notice the look on Sihtric’s face, he was looking at you but he wasn't listening. You couldn't help but feel flustered under his longing gaze. He hadn't noticed the way you noticed him looking at you yet.

“Sihtric, you're not even listening to me” You laugh, leaning towards him absentmindedly. Sihtric blinks a few times trying to clear his mind from his thoughts, before looking back at you. He just now seemed to notice how close the two of you were and he couldn't help but feel flustered himself.

“Yes i am Lady, you were talking about your first horse that Ragnar got for you” He lies with a grin. He knew for a fact that you told that story last night, he just wanted to tease you a little bit.

“I told you that last night” You gasp dramatically as you slap his shoulder playfully, giving him a fake glare. Sihtric laughs when he sees your expression, while others might seem intimidated by your glare he wasn't, he thought it was adorable; which pissed you off of course.

The two of you spent the next few minutes in playful banter, Sihtric just saying things that he knew would annoy you just so he could see your reaction to it. God he loved rilling you up, And you weren't blind to his jests so you just went along with it.

After your playful banter the two of you were lying in bed, enjoying the sound of silence and the sound of the crackling from the fire. You were laying on your back, your eyes closed. Sihtric was still laying on his side as he now admired your side profile.

Sihtric would often find himself overwhelmed with feelings when he thought or looked at you for too long. The feelings he felt for you he never have felt before, It was all new for him. It was confusing but he wasn't complaining…he just hoped you felt the same way.

It was the next night when he made the first move. The two of you were laying in bed, laying closer to each other than usual. The weather was getting colder and Sihtric was as warm as a fire. You were talking and Sihtric was trying to listen but he just couldn't help but to get distracted with his own thoughts as he looked at you.

He was so enchanted with his thoughts of you that he didn't notice how you stopped telling your story or how you leaned closer to him and asked if he was okay. You were a little worried because he seemed distracted and he had this look on his face you didn't recognize.

Sihtric didn't know what came over him, but when he heard you ask if he was okay as you looked up at him with worry in your eyes, he just couldn't stop himself from what happened next. No one has ever looked at him the way you did, or asked if he was okay.

He mumbles a breathy yes and before he could stop himself he was leaning down and capturing your lips with his. It would be an understatement if you said you weren't shocked. You didn't expect it all.

But as soon as you felt his warm lips on yours all those thoughts went away and all you could focus on was him and his lips. The kiss was hesitant and just as you were starting to feel his soft lips touching yours he was already pulling away.

You were slowly opening your eyes to look up at him, even though the kiss was a few seconds it left you breathless and wanting more. The two of you stared into each other's eyes for a few moments, neither of you saying something. His brown eyes looked into your eyes and he searched for a sign to know what you were feeling, But all he saw was an emotionless stare.

He was about to open his mouth to apologize but shuts up when he feels your warm hands softly grip his chin and pull him down and sealing your lips in a desperate kiss. He closes his eyes and kisses you back just as desperately.

Sihtric felt your hand move from his chin and to his nape, only pulling him closer as the kiss heats up. Your chest was warm and you could feel the tingle in your stomach when his hands started to explore your sides, his warm hands sneaking under your shirt and resting on your bare hip.

Sihtric slowly pulled away from your soft lips, his eyes still closed as he rested his forehead on yours. All Sihtric could feel was the blood rushing through his veins and the way your, now sweaty palms were on his nape and the way your warm skin felt under his hands. Sihtric wanted to open his mouth and talk about what just happened but he decided not to. He wanted to enjoy this moment for as long as he could, the feeling he felt at the moment he has never experienced before. And you could say the same.

You lean forward to lock your lips again in an eager kiss. Sihtric hums in surprise at the feeling of your lips on his again, but he was quick to explore your lips. The sound of surprise he made made you grin in the kiss and pull away to laugh. Sihtric smiles and opens his eyes to see you already looking at him. The way you looked at him with such love was the moment where he realized he reached a point of no return. It would never be the way it used to be.

It was the Sixth month when Sihtric officially asked you to be his and him yours. Ever since your first kiss the two of you couldn't leave each other's side. You were happy and didn't want to leave his side, you truly felt happiness with him and you did not want to lose it. Sihtric, gods all he wanted was to be by your side. You made him feel true happiness and gave him the love and attention he always desired for.

It wasn't until the night before he asked you to be his, was when he realized he never asked you. The two of you did coupley things already and you never brought it up to him that the two of you weren't really together. Sihtric could just continue with the way it was but he didn't want to, he wanted to ask you to be his. And he wanted it to be special, you deserved it. He wanted you to have that happiness.

So that night before he asked you, he stayed awake longer as he thought of ideas to ask you to be his. You were already sleeping in his arms, nestled into his side; your body warm all over from his body heat. Sihtric didn't get much sleep that night as he thought of ways to make it special, there wasn't much he could do with where the two of you were and every good idea, he had he would overthink and decide not to do it. That night he ended up tiring himself out with his thoughts and he soon fell asleep. Dreaming of the two of you in a flower field as you basked in the sun, smiles on your faces. That morning he woke up with a smile, he had the perfect idea.

It was one of the colder days so you decided to stay inside. Sihtric took that as his chance to finish his perfect plan. He kissed your forehead before leaving the room. He came back a few hours later.

You were standing at the small table and cutting some bread that you would use for dinner tonight. You were dressed comfortably, well as comfortable you can get. The room was nice and warm, the fire Sihtric lit before leaving was still burning and it created a nice atmosphere.

You were starting to get a little worried as you thought of Sihtric, he has been gone for a few hours and you were starting to let your paranoid thoughts get to you. Was he okay? It's freezing out, is he freezing? Is he hurt? Did someone hurt him?. Should I go find him?

Your paranoid thoughts stop when you hear the door to your room unlock. You turn around to see Sihtric walking in and closing the door behind him. He has one of his arms behind his back and you raise your eyebrow in suspicion. He was giving you a small smile, his fur coat had some snow on it and so did his shoes, you were too distracted wondering what was behind his back to get onto him about getting snow tracks in the room.

“What's behind your back?” You say straightforwardly, tilting your head to the side to get a better look when he steps closer to you. Only to pout when he moves so you won't see.

“It's a surprise,” Sihtric laughs and gives you a small smirk, knowing that you don't like surprises. His smirk turns to a smile when he sees your pout thinking of how cute you look.

“I hate surprises.”

“I know but i think you will like this one…now close your eyes” He says giving you a nod of reassurance not just for you but also for himself. Even though it was cold out his hands were a little sweaty from his nerves. He hopes you like it…and he hopes you say yes.

You give him a look of suspicion if it was anyone else telling you to do this you would tell them to fuck off. But it was Sihtric, and you trusted him. So you close your eyes and your hands move to your sides, nervously playing with the hem of your shirt.

Sihtric lets out a shaky breath, telling himself that it would be fine. He moves his hand to grab yours but stops and looks down at his sweaty hand before rubbing it on his pants with wide eyes, hoping to clean them off. He says some encouraging words in his head before softly grabbing your hand that was on your side; praying that you don't feel how shaky his hands are.

He takes his hand from behind his back and helps you hold onto what he got you. He whispers a gentle open and watches you nervously for your reaction. Your hand tightens on what you're holding and you open your eyes, looking down at what's in your hand. You feel yourself start to feel emotional at the sight, your eyes starting to water.

In your hand was a bouquet of your favorite flowers that grew in that field that Sihtric would take you too, but that wasn't all that was there. In the middle of the bouquet was a wood carving of a flower. It was beautiful and so detailed…you loved it.

Sihtric starts to get worried when he sees you start to tear up worried that he did something wrong but it was the opposite. You have never been given flowers before, you remember seeing your father give your mother flowers when you were younger, you would always smile when you see your mother get so happy. And now here you are receiving them yourself and you couldn't be happier.

“i'm sorry..i understand if you don't lik-”

“I love them” you cut him off.

“I love them Sihtric really, I've never been given flowers…and the carving, it's beautiful” You tell him with a smile on your face as you bring them up to your nose smelling them. Sihtric feels himself calm down from the nervousness and he gives you a genuine smile at your words, happy to be the first man to give you flowers…and hopefully the last.

“I wanted to ask you something”

“You can ask me anything, Sihtric...you know that” The smile you gave him almost made all his worries go away. You looked at him with such adoration that all he wanted to do was step closer to you and lock his lips to yours. Sihtric clears his throat and those thoughts from his head and looks into your eyes.

“Will…Will you be mine?” Sihtric breathed out with a nervous smile. You feel yourself hold your breath as you stare at him. He did all this…just to ask me to be his? You think with a big smile.

You softly set down the bouquet of flowers and the wood flower carving on the table before stepping closer to him and taking his hands in yours. You stare up at him, hoping that you could express all your love you had for him in your eyes.

“ Sihtric, i would love to be yours” You tell him with a grin. Sihtric feels all his worries go away. He breaks out in a huge grin and he wraps his arms around your waist, picking you up and twirling you around in glee. You pat his shoulder and tell him to put you down in between your laughter.

Sihtric lets you down and you don't get a chance to say anything because he's already holding your face and capturing your lips with a fiery kiss that makes you feel as if your legs will give out. You feel yourself getting lost in the kiss as it only gets more heated.

Sihtric eventually pulls away from you so the two of you could catch your breath from the intense kiss that left your lips tingling and knees weak. Sihtric who's still holding your face in his hands stares at you with a grin on his face. “You don't know how happy i am to hear that”

“I guess you will just have to show me then” you tease him as you bring your hands up to rest on his shoulders. Sihtric smirks at your response.

He slowly moves his hands from your face and down your back and to your hips and down to your bum lightly squeezing it. You gasp and slap his arm yelling his name in shock. Sihtric laughs and you soon join in his laughter before he leans down and captures your lips in another kiss. The two of you, feeling nothing but pure happiness and love.

It was the eighth month when you first said I love you aloud. You knew weeks before that you loved him, but you couldn't say it aloud yet, not until the night when the two of you were celebrating yule. There wasn't much that the two of you could do in the town of Eoferwic, but Sihtric tried to make it special for the two of you.

The two of you were sitting on the fur rug in front of the small fireplace, a half full jug of wine that Sihtric may or may have not stolen from King Guthred was on the floor next to the two of you, both of your empty cups next to it.

“Can I open my eyes now?” You ask impatiently, your hands covering your closed eyes. You didn't think it was needed, your hands. But Sihtric had a feeling you would try to peek as he got the gift he got for you. A few minutes earlier you had given Sihtric his gift that you had gotten him. He didn't expect you to give him anything because he's never gotten a gift before.

When Sihtric opened his gift you could tell that he had gotten a little emotional when he opened it, and that made you get a little emotional as well. Sihtric thanked you and gave you a kiss before telling you to close your eyes saying with a smile that it was your turn.

“Not yet” Sihtric says from the other side of the room, you pout and keep your eyes closed as you focus on the sounds. You could hear some things moving around, hinting that Sihtric hid your present very well. And that's what he did, he remembered you telling him a story about when you were a child you would stay up late and search your home for your present, even convincing uhtred into joining you…only to be caught by young ragnar and sent to bed.

“Sihtric, i don't like surprises”

“ You said that the last time, and look how that went” Sihtric teases you, he grabs the small present and makes his way back to you, sitting in front of you, his legs crossed as he looks at you with a small smile. “ You can open your eyes now”

You move your hands from your face and open your eyes, immediately making eye contact with Sihtric. He smiles at you and you look down at his outstretched hand that has a cloth in his hand, used to wrap the gift. You glance up at him before you grab it, he gives you an encouraging nod, and you carefully grab it from his hands.

You carefully unwrap the cloth to see a beautiful necklace, but not just any necklace. It's the flower pendant necklace you would find yourself looking for whenever you went to the small market, it was the necklace you fell in love with months and months ago. You never did find it though when you went back to the market 3 months ago, and this is why. He had gotten it for you.

“How?...How did you know?” You ask quietly, your eyes not leaving the necklace as you continue admiring it. It was such a beautiful necklace and the fact the Sihtric had gotten it made you fall in love with the necklace and him more.

“I noticed you looking at it a few times, So do you like it?” Sihtric smiles when he sees the way you were looking at it. He already knew the answer but he wanted to ask anyway.

“Like?...Sihtric i love it, Thank you” You expressed as you looked at him with a grin on your face. Something inside of you was telling you that tonight would be the night you told him that you loved him. The way he paid attention to you warmed your heart, he noticed things others wouldn't. He made you feel special.

“ I'm glad, here let me help you put it on” Sihtric stands up and moves to sit behind you on the rug. You smile and hand him the necklace before moving your hair to the side. Sihtric sits close to you and he leans even closer, his back was against your chest and you could feel his warm breath on your bare neck.

You feel your breath hitch and your body go still when you feel his warm hands on your nape as he puts it on for you. After he clasps the clasp he rests his warm hands on your shoulders, whispering a ‘there you go’. You tilt your head to look back at him, your face so close to his, you could feel his breath hitting your face.

You didn't get to finish saying thank you before Sihtric was leaning closer to you and capturing your lips with his in a gentle and tender kiss. You felt one of his hands travel up your neck and rest on your cheek as the kiss became more hungry. You could taste the wine on his tongue and you felt yourself wanting to taste it more.

The kiss ended abruptly when Sihtric pulled away from you breathlessly. Your eyes fluttered open as you looked at him in confusion, wondering why he ended the kiss so fast. Maybe it was because he needed some air from the intense kiss when you noticed him trying to catch his breath. To be fair you were also left breathless from the kiss, like always.

“I love you” Sihtric professed as he looked into your eyes, his touch on your cheek not wavering. Sihtric started to worry when all you did was look up at him, you didn't respond right away. He thought that maybe he said it too soon and that you didn't feel the same way but really you were too shocked to say anything.

“You do?” hesitation was in your voice, something that SIhtric was quick to pick up on.

“Y/n i've never loved someone the way i love you” He vowed to you, the sincerity in his voice was clear. You twisted your body so you would be facing him fully. Sihtric gives you a small smile, starting to get nervous. He was really putting himself on the line, he's never told someone he loved them like this. The only love he felt for someone was his mother.

Sihtric is brought out of his thoughts when he feels your soft warm hands move up to hold his face in your hands. You give him a grin and slowly pull him down, locking your lips in a sweet tender kiss, pouring all your love you had for him in it. You slowly pull away, resting your forehead on his. You flutter your eyes open only to see Sihtrics eyes still close as he breathes heavy from the kiss of his life.

“I love you to Sihtric, so much”

He opened his eyes to see you giving him a grin, a grin he couldn't help but mirror. Sihtric was afraid of rejection, but you would never reject him. And now he understood that. He whispers a ‘i love you so fucking much’ before attacking your lips with his in a hungry kiss. You didn't expect it but you were quick to kiss back.

Without separating from the kiss, Sihtric moves his hands down your body and to your crossed legs, he uncrosses them and pulls you forward, wrapping your legs around his waist. You let out a loud gasp from the quick movement, Sihtric smirks before kissing you again. One of his hands moving to hold the back of your head as he gently pushes you to your back laying on the rug, him laying between your legs, his forearm supporting his top weight from fully laying on you.

Sihtric, who was too focused on the fiery kiss and the taste of your lips, didn't notice the half full jug of wine that was too close to his foot. He only noticed when the sound of the jug hit the wood floor and the sound of wine spilling with a loud clang. Sihtric pulls away from the kiss and tilts his head to look behind him. You sigh and sit up leaning back against your elbows giving him a playful disappointed sigh. “Sihtric”

“Who cares i didn't pay for it.”

It's the first month of spring and the ninth month of you and Sihtric being alone in Eoferwic and you were starting to get a little inpatient, something Sihtric noticed right away. He wanted to keep you mind off of things, off your brother who was still not back. So, he would take you out on walks every day, you would visit the flower field as much as you could. He wanted to make sure you were calm and happy. And that brings us to the present.

You were sitting on the floor on the fur rug in front of the unlit fireplace. Sihtric was sitting behind you on a chair, his hands braiding your hair. Ever since you asked him to help you a few weeks ago he found himself offering to do it for you instead. Neither of you minded it, SIhtric liked helping you and you liked it because he was better at it than you…and you liked the way he played with your hair.

Just as he ties your hair off with a thin leather ribbon, your peaceful silence is interrupted by the sound of loud footsteps leading and stopping in front of the door. Your closed eyes open and you immediately look to your door. Sihtric stands up and grabs his ax from the table before walking closer to the door. “I'll open the door”

No one has ever come and bothered the two of you, so you were a little worried from the loud footsteps and the loud knocks. You get up from the floor and grab your sword that was on the table while sihtric hesitantly unlocks and opens the door. You take a small step closer, looking for a sign from sihtric.

“You're not my sister” a deep voice says from the other side of the door, a voice you instantly recognize. You drop your sword and rush to the opened door, softly pushing sihtric away from it to stand in front of your eldest brother. A huge grin spreads over your face when you see him and an almost identical grin on his face.

“Ragnar you don't know how happy i am to see you” You exclaim as you grab his arm to pull him inside of the room, not paying attention to the other person behind him. Ragnar laughs and pulls you into a tight hug, lifting you slightly off of your feet.

Sihtric looks back at the door and sees a tall brown haired woman, she looked very intimidating and cold when they made eye contact, she gave him a stiff nod before looking back at the reunited siblings, a small smile now decorating her face. Sihtric decided then that he would not want to get on her bad side, especially with the amount of daggers strapped to her.

Sihtric fights a smile when he sees you hug your brother. He knew how much you missed him, how much you missed all of your siblings. SIhtric felt as if he knew your siblings personally from all the stories you would tell him about them. He loved the sound of your voice or the way your eyes would brighten as you talked about your family. He hated the frown that would soon follow as you remember that you siblings are nowhere near you. All of them Living in their own hell.

You closed your eyes and let yourself relax in your big brother's arms, you knew you were safe in his embrace. An embrace you missed dearly. You missed him so much, having him here, holding you brought tears to your eyes. Even though you didn't want to get out of your eldest brother's arms you needed answers. So you hesitantly pull away from the hug.

“How did you find me here? Where's hild? Did you find uhtred?” You tremble in fear and worry, your questions coming out in a rushed tone. Your mind was running wild as you thought of every bad outcome that must have happened. You were scared.

“One question at a time little sister” he hushes you. He places his hand on your cheek when he notices you start to panic from your questions. His voice was stern but gentle enough, hoping to sooth you and calm you down from your dangerous thoughts.

“We asked the turd king,” Brida stated plainly answering the first question, She would have Ragnar answer the other questions. At the sound of her voice you look away from Ragnar, to see Brida standing behind him, next to the door. Ragnar lets go of you knowing that you would want to hug her. “Brida” you sputtered out in shock. Brida smiles and opens her arms for a hug.

“I missed you” You whisper to her, your hold on her not loosening. When you saw Ragnar all those months ago you were very worried that something happened to her because she wasn't with him. It was no secret she had a foul mouth and a temper so that just made you worry even more. You had fear that she would have said something to anger the king and have herself killed.

Brida chuckles warmly and holds you tight, not wanting to let go too. While you and Brida were still hugging, Ragnar looks away from the two girls and over to sihtric who was awkwardly standing there quietly watching the exchange. Ragnar looked over sihtric with suspicion in his eyes; he didn't know much about him, only that he was Kjartan’s bastard. Sihtric noticed Ragnar’s look and he felt a chill run down his spine. He felt extremely intimidated by your eldest brother.

“Come little sister, I have to show you something” Ragnar Grins, softly grabbing your arm after you pull away from your hug with Brida. While Ragnar pulled you to the door, Brida took the chance to look around the room, her eyes stopping on the bed. It was obvious that you and sihtric slept in it. Brida smirks and glances at sihtric who was watching you.

“ Wait you didn't answer my questions Ragnar” You gave him a confused look as he basically dragged you out of the room and out of the inn, Brida and sihtric following after the siblings. You were confused…and emotional and a little annoyed that ragnar didn't answer your questions but you still let him drag you outside. But you stopped dead in your tracks when you saw who was standing a few feet from you.

You don't let your mind process the sight before you were already running towards him. The tears were already rolling down your cheeks by the time you threw your arms around his neck. Uhtred hid a wince and despite the pain he felt he hugged you as tight as he could, he never wanted to let go of you again, his little sister.

“I missed you so much, never leave me again” you sniffed, your hold on him not loosening. Hild who was standing next to Uhtred smiles big at the sight, she was so happy to see you two reunite. Ragnar, Brida and sihtric stop a few steps behind you, wanting you and uhtred to have space.

“I missed you too sister” Uhtred said in a comforting tone as he rubbed your back hoping to help stop your tears. Uhtred gave you one more big squeeze before pulling away from the hug, he still kept you at arm's length though. He wanted you close.

“Halig?” You ask in a nervous tone as if you were afraid of the answer. When you didn't see him with your brother you had a feeling that he was no longer with us, you hoped your gut feeling was wrong. But seeing the sad look in your brother's eyes you knew you were right.

“Sister, this is Finan. He was with me and Halig '' He was quick to change the direction of the conversation, not wanting to talk about it more. A pinch of sadness at his heart when he said halig’s name, it was still too painful. You noticed so you didn't say anything else about it.

“It's nice to meet you, Finan, I'm glad to see you with us” You smiled brightly at the man.

“Thank you Lady Y/n, It's nice to meet you as well. Uhtred talked about you all the time” he said with an Irish accent. He gave you a kind smile back. You look back at your brother with a worried look, already thinking about all the embarrassing things he could have told him. Uhtred smirks and hild and Finan laugh at your expression.

“Don't worry lady, it was all good things” Finan laughs as he gives you a charming smile. You could already tell that he would make you laugh many times in the future.

“Good because I would have to kick your ass if it wasn't” You smirk at Uhtred trying to give him an intimidating look but you just make him laugh and cross his arms over his chest.

“You're only saying that because you know my body is weak” Uhtred teases you. You roll your eyes mumbling how that's not true, but everyone knew it was true. Uhtred looks behind you to give his older brother a happy smile, the three of you are reunited again, now you just have to get Thyra back. Uhtreds eyes stop at sihtric who was watching you closely but he quickly looked away from you when he felt eyes on him.

“SIhtric” Uhtred greets sihtric with a small smile. When hild told him that you were still in Eforwich with Sihtric he was worried, But Uhtred was thankful that he stayed here with you, kept you safe. He would have to thank him.

“Lord, it's good to see you well” He said truthfully. It put his mind and heart at ease seeing him standing well in front of them. You would worry so much about uhtred that sihtric couldn't help but worry as well. He was happy because now you would be less stressed and paranoid, now that your brothers are back to you.

You tilt your head to look back at sihtric, you can't stop the smile that spreads over your face at the sight of him. You have been waiting for this moment for so long, to finally be reunited with your brothers again. And you were so happy that sihtric was here to be with you as well, you wouldn't have survived all those months without him.

It was a few hours after your reunion with your brothers. It was already dark outside, and you were sitting between Uhtred and hild at a long table outside. You were enjoying some ale as you listened to everyone start talking about who should keep dunholme. Every so often you would find yourself looking at sihtric who sat at a table nearby, next to Clapa.

You had to stop yourself from smiling every time you locked eyes with him. Your brothers were very observant people so you had to be careful, you didn't want them to find out about you and sihtric…at least not yet. All you had to do was tell sihtric that, and you were dreading it. You hoped that he wouldn't take it the wrong way.

Sihtric noticed something was wrong when you avoided eye contact with him for the third time. He also noticed the small frown on your face, the same frown that would appear on your face whenever you would think about something too hard. The frown didn't last on your face long, you were quick to change it to a small smile, hoping that no one noticed. Especially your brothers, because all they would do is ask you questions.

You tried to pay attention to the conversation again but you stopped when aethelwold started talking. You hated the poor excuse of a man and you had no way near enough patience to listen to him talk. You were happy that your brothers and the others were back, but you had gotten used to your nights being just you and sihtric. You wanted to be curled up in bed with sihtric, or sitting at the table eating and telling each other stories.

You tried to pay attention to the conversations, you really did. But your thoughts were distracting you, something that ragnar noticed. He didn't say anything aloud though, he knew it must be a little overwhelming for you, he didn't know what happened over the months of you being here but he had a feeling it wasn't the easiest for you.

You looked up from your half full cup of ale at the sound of familiar laughter, your eyes immediately went to sihtric who was laughing at whatever Finan was talking about. SIhtric almost immediately notices your stare and he gives you a small smile before looking back at Finan. You looked back down at your cup to hide the way the corners of your lips twitch up to a smile. Even when he wasn't trying he could make you smile.

“Uhtred,” Finan said, getting Uhtred's attention. Finan tilts his head towards King Guthred who's walking towards them.

“Uhtred will you join me please” King Guthred asks with a nervous tone. The silence after his question was filled with tension. You could feel Uhtred tense up beside you and Ragnar was clenching his cup a little too tightly and everyone was looking back and forth from Uhtred to the king, Waiting for an answer.

“Please?” King Guthred asks with a shaky breath. You look at Uhtred to see him staring blankly at the king but when he feels your stare he turns to look at you. You give him a reassuring smile and he sighs but stands up. Squeezing your shoulder softly as he walked past you and towards King Guthred. Everyone's eyes watching the two of them.

Everyone was sitting in silence as they watched the two talk. You were anxiously watching them, you were scared that your brother would do something he wasn't supposed to. And of course just as you think it, he does it. Your eyes widen and you cover your mouth, stopping yourself from laughing when you see uhtred slap king Guthred. That must have been very humiliating for him.

“Uhtred! No!” Father Beocca shouts from behind you as he stands up. Oh no the father is mad.. You think to yourself. You were worried that any second guards would come and take your brother for putting hands on the king but none came, and they continued talking. But not for long because a few minutes later the king was walking away.

Ragnar nods his head at you silently telling you to come with him. You set your cup down and stand up, following Ragnar as he walks towards uhtred. You make eye contact with sihtric as you walk past him, he gives you a small smile and you return it before looking away and standing next to ragnar.

“What did he say?” Ragnar asks as he rests his hands on his hips. Both you and ragnar looked at uhtred, ragnar wanted an answer but you just wanted to make sure he was okay.

“He said Dunholm is yours, brother.” Uhtred says with a blank stare as he turns around to face you and ragnar. You were happy for your oldest brother but you couldn't help but feel worried for uhtred. Before you could voice your thoughts uhtred was already talking.

“Sihtric” Uhtred calls out and you look at him in confusion and watch as sihtric walks towards you, standing next to you. Close but not too close that your brothers would say anything about it. You really fought the urge to reach out and hold his hand, especially when you saw the nervous look on his face.

“Lord?” Sihtric nods his head politely as a greeting.

“You lied to me” Uhtred said emotionlessly as he stepped closer to sihtric. You felt your heart stop for a moment at your brother's words. Too many thoughts immediately going through your mind.

“Lord I-I would never-” Sihtric stuttered as he looked between the three of you, his eyes lingering on you the longest before he looked back at uhtred. You can tell he was slightly panicking. Hell you were also panicking, you had no idea what was going on or what to do.

“You told me dunholm has no weakness, yet last time i was there, I saw a door along the east wall, Access to a water spring” Uhtred informs the three of you. And you watched as the realization hit sihtric’s face. You felt yourself relax a little at what uhtred said, it wasn't too serious.

“Yes, Lord, But..You could never bring an army through it.” Sitric doubted as he stepped closer to uhtred. Uhtred smiles and brings his hand to sihtric’s cheek before resting it on his shoulder and smiling at ragnar.

“I would not be bringing an army,” Uhtred smirked. You glanced at Ragnar to see him smirking too. They had a plan and you trusted them that it was the right one. You looked at sihtric, he wasn't as tense as he was before. Ragnar laughs and throws his arm over Uhtred's shoulder, leading him back to the table as they start talking about a plan, leaving you and sihtric.

Sihtric lets out a shaky breath and he turns to fully face you. You give him a small smile and gently squeeze his hand as you walk away from him. Sihtric smiles and watches you walk away from him and back to your brothers and Brida. Fighting the urge to grab your hand and pull you back to him and kiss you.

You Didn't get a chance to talk to Sihtric until late that night. You were by your brother's side the whole night as they made a plan for taking dunholm, leaving the two of you to send each other small smiles when no one was looking. The longing stares you shared reminded you of the first few days when you guys met.

You had said goodnight to your brothers and Brida and you made your way to you and sihtric’s room, not before making eye contact with sihtric, hoping that he would get the message to join you. Sihtric picked up on the way you acted tonight, you didn't want anyone to know of you and him. Sihtric was smart and he waited a few minutes before he sneaked away from the others and joined you in your guys room.

You waited for sihtric’s presence as you packed the few things you had around the room into your satchel, being extra careful when you packed the flower carving. You turned your head to the door when you heard it opening. You see sihtric swiftly coming in and closing the door behind him, a tired smile on his face.

“Hey,” He quietly greeted you, he didn't stop his strides until he's in front of you and pulled you into a tight hug. His arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you as close to him as he can. You let yourself relax in the hug, closing your eyes and resting your head on his shoulder. Mumbling; “I missed you”

“I was close to you the whole night” He chuckled, you could feel the vibrations of his laugh on your chest. Sihric smiles and kisses your forehead before responded; “But i get what you mean, i missed you to”

You made sure that the two of you kept your distance throughout the night. It was difficult, the both of you were used to being so close. Sihtric had no idea why you kept your distance from him but he went along with it. You knew you had to give him an explanation…but you just didn't know how to say it.

“Sihtric”

“Yes?” He answered with a hum, his hold on you not wavering. He liked having you close to him, so close that he could feel your heartbeat against his chest. The sound of your beating heart comforted him.

“I…don't think we should let the others know about us” You hesitated at first but you knew it would be easier if you just spit it out and get the conversation over with.

“Oh” Sihtric whispered, if you weren't so close to him you were sure you wouldn't have heard it.

“Is there a reason why?” SIhtric asked calmly, trying to hide how upset he got over those 11 words. To anyone else they wouldn't have noticed the sadness in his tone, but it was different for you. You knew Sihtric better than anyone else. You felt your shoulder droop when you heard the sadness in his voice.

“My brothers are very protective…I don't think I'm ready for them to find out” You say truthfully. It was true, your brothers are very protective of you and you were worried that they would say or do something that would scare sihtric away. You know your brothers wouldn't do it in a malicious way, they would only do it thinking they are protecting you, but sometimes they can take it a little too far. You didn't want sihtric to go through that.

You pull away from the hug and bring your hands up to hold sihtric’s face. You could tell that he was upset and that was the last thing you wanted. You gave him a reassuring smile and looked into his brown eyes as your thumb softly rubbed against his cheek.

“Its not going to be for long sihtric, just until things cool down”

Sihtric understood where you were coming from. You had told him many stories about how protective your brothers would be over you, and he knew you were just doing it to protect him. But that didn't stop the negative thoughts from collecting in his mind. Sihtric cleared his throat and answered you, his tone emotionless.

“I should get my things; it would be suspicious if i slept with you tonight.”

You didn't get to talk to sihtric over the next 2 days. Those 2 days were spent planning to take Dunholm and the journey to Donholm, the whole time you were by your brothers and bridas side and sihtric was by clapa”s and finan”s side. You tried to talk to him with the few chances you had but sihtric was inconveniently always busy and doing things for your brother.

It was hard not being able to be by his side all the time, or being able to have those ridiculous conversations that would have you talking for hours. But by far the hardest thing was how lonely it was at night. You didn't like sleeping without sihtric by your side, he made you feel comfortable. He made you feel safe.

And with sihtric not sleeping next to you, you didn't get much sleep the past two nights. You tried to rest but your mind kept you up. Not only were you missing sihtric you were also worrying about the battle at Dunholm. You hoped that you hid your tiredness and worry well but there was one person who knew you better than anyone. And that was uhtred. With one look he could tell something was bothering you.

You were currently walking alongside your brother Uhtred, ahead of the others and the small army. Uhtred was leading the march because he knew the way for the plan and you decided to walk with him, you didn't want him to be alone and plus you missed him. Uhtred appreciated your presence dearly.

“What's on your mind sister?” Uhtred asked you, turning his head to glance at you before looking ahead. You look away from the grassy hill to look at your brother. .

“I’m just worried about what's going to happen at dunholm…It's been a while since we had a battle like this” It wasn't a lie, You were worried. But it wasn't the whole truth but you couldn't tell that to uhtred.

“We will be fine sister, stop worrying” Uhtred said in a reassuring tone. You just hum in acknowledgment and go back to looking at the view. You could feel stares on your back and you knew that one of them was sihtric. You were comforted by the fact that sihtric still had his eyes on you, making sure you were okay.

“Were you okay while I was gone?” Your brother asked as he looked at you with a worried look of his own. You thought it was funny how he was just telling you not to worry and here he is, worrying himself.

“I won't lie, it was hard at first, I was so scared and paranoid. But it got easier with time” You pondered aloud, Thinking of the struggles over the months he was gone. You felt a little guilty, your struggles were nowhere close to how your brother, Halig and Finan struggled.

“I'm glad sister, i would never forgive myself if something happened to you and i wasn't there to stop it”

“I am fine brother, Don't speak of such things” You give him a small smile and gently bump your shoulder into his, making sure it wasn't the injured one before doing so. Uhtred laughs and bumps his shoulder back into yours, a little harder than you expected, making you almost trip over.

Uhtred lets out a loud laugh and helps you stand straight, stopping you from falling. You give him a dramatic glare that only makes him laugh more. Your glare turns into a grin at the sound of your brother's laugh. You missed his laugh, his smile, his jokes. You soon joined him in laughter.

“And sihtric?” Uhtred asked you with a small smirk after the two of you calmed down from your laughter. Your neck almost snapped with how fast you turned your head to look at your brother. Why is he asking about sihtric? you think with a panicked thought.

“What about him?” You internally curse at yourself from how fast you respond, and the way your voice goes higher doesn't help. Uhtred hides his smirk and gives you an innocent smile.

“You guys were alone for many months, was it okay?…did anything happen?”

“Everything was okay, nothing…nothing really happened” you tell him with a nervous smile. Uhtred looks and your side profile when you turn to look away from him, he has a smirk on his face that you didn't notice. Uhtred just responds with a snicker.

The trek up the mountain to Dunholm was hard. It was even more difficult because of how dark it was. But it was nowhere near as hard as it was when you had to part from Ragnar and Brida. You knew that when you hugged them both that that could be the last time you hugged them or the last time that you would see them.

You tried to distract yourself from those negative thoughts. So you went over then plan in your head again, again and again as you ran up that mountain and hid in the bushes. Wait at the wall until they come for water, sneak into dunholm, kill Kjartan’s men, Kill Kjartan, Find your sister.

It was a very straightforward plan. A plan that you hoped worked.

You were by Hilds side as you crouched behind the bushes. On the other side of you was Sihtric, he was so close to you that you could reach out and hold his hand and no one would see, and that's what you did. You reached out and took his shaking hand in yours. Sihtric immediately turned his head to you when he felt your touch. You give him a small smile before focussing back on watching the men on the wall.

You felt his hands stop to shake and hold onto yours tighter. His hands were clammy but you didn't mind. You knew he was nervous, this couldn't have been easy for him. Coming back to this place, Knowing that everyone had the same goal. To kill His father. You knew that sihtric had little to none love for his father in his heart, But this still must be hard.

You look away from the men and to uhtred, waiting for his signal to run towards the wall. You saw the concentration and determination on your brother's face. Uhtred looked at you and hild and nodded; the signal. You give sihtric’s hand one more squeeze before letting go and quietly sprinting after hild and uhtred.

When you get to the wall you quickly put your back against it and let out the breath you were holding. The cold stone feels nice against your back and palms. You look across the grass and towards the bushes where the others were at. Your eyes looking at sihtric who's waiting for the right time to run towards you.

Sihtric nods towards Father Beocca before he stands up and starts sprinting towards us. You feel your body tense up in fear when sihtric trips over his own feet. You helplessly watch as sihtric looks up at the men on the wall in fear praying to himself that they wouldn't notice him. Thankfully they didn't. Sihtric quickly got to his feet and ran to the wall, taking the spot on your left.

You watch as the others run over as well, and you let yourself relax a little knowing that you weren't caught. The first step in the plan was almost a success. Now all you had to do was wait until the morning when they opened the small door to collect some water. Hopefully it wouldn't be too long of a wait.

Sihtric tilts his head to the side to look at you. Your eyes were closed as you leaned your head back against the stone wall, you were trying to calm down your nerves. The moon was reflecting against your face and you looked absolutely beautiful in Sihtrics eyes.

Sihtric brushed his fingers against yours before holding your hand. You opened your eyes and tilted you heard to look at at sihtric, locking eyes with him. You give him a faint smile and lace your fingers with his. Looking into his warm eyes you knew you would be just fine with him by your side.

Before you breached, dunholm uhtred told you, well more like demand you that you have to stay by his side or by the others side during the battle. You just responded with a roll of your eyes, you and uhtred both knew that you could protect yourself. But Uhtred just wanted you to be safe.

Despite the small annoyance you felt about Uhtred’s over protectiveness, you listened to him. So during the battle you were by Sihtrics' side. Fighting side by side, making sure that the other was okay. One second you were fighting against one of Kjartans men and the next you were standing next to Sihtric as a Square formed, For Ragnar and Kjartan.

You feel anger and disgust when you see Kjartan standing in front of your brother as he shouts for one of his men to give him a shield. Your Grip on your sword was starting to hurt but you didn't care. All you could focus on was The sound of shields and swords clashing and the sounds of shouts of the people around you.

It felt as if you were stuck in place as you watched the battle in front of you. You couldn't bring yourself to shout out like Brida or uhtred. You just stood there watching. Tears of anger forming in your eyes at the words Kjartan was saying about your sister and parents.

You move closer to sihtric and he wraps his arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer to his chest, His eyes not leaving the fight in front of him. You flinch when Ragnar stabs his sword in Kjartans arm. Your jaw clenches when Kjartan yells for his sword. You watch with a blank stare as Ragnar swings his sword down at Kjartan.

You felt Sihtric flinch at every swing of Ragnars sword. You couldn't watch after the second swing and turn away and lay your head on Sihtric’s chest, trying to drown out the screams and the awful sound of ragnars sword meeting Kjartan’s body. One of your hands moving to sihtric’s back to rub up and down, hoping to comfort him in some way.

You squeeze your eyes shut and flinch when you hear ragnar's shout of anger. You couldn't bring yourself to turn around and see the sight, you wouldn't be able to handle that. You were feeling many things at that moment, happiness that your family has been avenged, disgust from the fight, tiredness from the battle. And most of all you felt sadness, sadness because Kjartan’s death did not make you feel any better.

You felt one word, Overwhelmed. After the brutal death of Kjartan your sister stepped out, surrounded by wolves. You wanted to cry at the sight of your sister and you did when she yells in agony and runs back inside, her wolves following after her. You look at your brothers, Uhtred has tears rolling down his face and Ragnar's face is covered in blood but you could still see the tears.

You tried to talk to your sister again but she just stayed silent as she looked away from you, her wolves staring you down. You left her alone, it was obvious she wasn't ready to talk to you and you would respect that even though all you wanted to do was bring your older sister in your arms.

But instead of being in your sister's arms you were in Sihtric’s arms. After trying to comfort your brothers and failing you decided to look around for sihtric, you knew he needed comfort as well after what he witnessed. But it was no surprise that you couldn't find him, You didn't know your way around dunholm.

So you were very thankful when Sihtric randomly appeared in front of you. You could tell by the look on his face that he needed to be with you, alone. You didn't question him when he took your hand and pulled you away from the eyes of others and up the stairs to an empty guard tower.

You didn't say anything either when sihtric locked the door behind him and pulled you down to sit on the stone floor, Both of you leaning back against the stone wall. You could hear the loud talking of the drunk men celebrating the victory. You stretch your legs out in front of you, bumping your foot against sihtric’s.

You wanted to say something but you didn't know what to say, So you just closed your mouth and rested your head on sihtric’s shoulder. There was a tense but comfortable feeling in the air, Sihtric knew you wanted to say something and that you were waiting for him to make the first move. So he took your hand in it and rested it on his lap.

“I dont think im ready to talk about it” Sihtric whispers but you hear him perfectly.

“That's okay, i'll be here when your ready”

“I'll always be here no matter what” You promised as you squeezed his hand, tilting your head to look at his side profile. Sihtric can't stop the smile from forming on his lips at your words. He tilts his head as well, your lips almost touching. Sihtric twists his body to face you and brings his hand up to cup your cheek before sealing your lips in a gentle kiss.

You felt sihtric pour his emotion in the kiss. A once gentle kiss turned into a desperate and heated kiss. The hand he had on your cheek traveled to your nape, tangling his fingers in your hair, pulling you closer.

“I love you” SIhtric whispered against your lips. The feeling of the kiss was lingering on your lips, You let out a heavy breath and opened your eyes. SIhtrics brown eyes were already looking into yours.

“I love you” You breathed out, still trying to calm down your breathing from the kiss. It also didn't help that every time sihtric told you he loved you it felt like you couldn't breathe. Sihtric smiles at your words and moves his hand for your hair to tuck a few strands of hair behind your ears.

“I'm sorry” You muttered after a few moments of silence. Sihtric who moved back to leaning against the stone wall looks at you in confusion, not knowing why you would be sorry. “What for?”

“For wanting to hide our relationship, it wasn't fair to you” you apologized, the more you thought about it over the past two days the more you realized how unfair it really was to him. You didn't even ask for his opinion, you just made the decision yourself.

“I understand why you did it, It's okay” He reassured you, softly gripping your chin with his thumb and pointer finger to make you look at him instead of the floor. Your anxiousness drifting away at the sight of his beautiful eyes.

“I don't want to hide anymore” You confess to him. Just hiding your relationship for 3 days was hard enough, you couldn't imagine doing it for longer. Before sihtric could open his mouth to say something you were already saying something.

“I never want to hide my love for you again” You whispered as you tilt your body to face him, your hand cupping his cheek, your thumb softly grazing over a small scar. SIhtric out of instinct leans closer to your hand, not breaking eye contact with you. Those words left a heavy but nice feeling in his heart, Gods he loved you so much.

“Does that mean i can kiss you in front of the others?” Sihtric jokes with a teasing smirk as he leans his face closer to yours.

“Hey now! Don't push your luck” You laugh and playfully push his shoulder away from you making him go back to leaning against the stone wall. Sihtric joins you in your laughter

“Let's start off slow, like holding hands. Can you do that?” You smile softly, bumping your shoulder into his. Sihtric felt warm inside seeing your beautiful smile, it made him forget about all of his problems, he could only focus on you.

“Oh i can definitely do that” He smiles with a flirty tone. He takes your hand in his and brings it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your knuckles as he winks at you. You felt your cheeks burning from his actions.

“Anything for you” He says in a much softer tone, leaning down to kiss your forehead before wrapping his arm around you and pulling you closer to lay your head on his chest. You hum in acknowledgement and watch as the pretty sunset peaks over the wall.

All the worries you had about the future, about your sister, about your brother's reaction to you and sihtric’s relationship drifted away as you sat in silence watching the sunset. Being in sihtric’s arms gave you a sense of clarity and peace that you never wanted to lose. You knew that whatever happened in the future you would be fine, because you had sihtric by your side and he never plans to leave it. With or without your brother's approval.

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Unknowingly to the both of you that while you guys were cuddling and watching the sunset, your two brothers were resting by the fire inside, their newest topic being you…and sihtric.

“How long do you think it's gonna take until they realize we already know” Ragnar chuckles as he takes a sip of his ale. After the conversation with Uhtred that just made him feel even more down he knew he had to change the conversation, and he knew the perfect topic. Their little sister.

Uhtred immediately knows what his brother is talking about. Uhtred knew you very well and he already had suspicions about you and sihtric when he noticed how you would glance at him ever so often the day he got back, and he knew he was right by your strange behavior and the way you responded to him when he asked you those questions.

“Hopefully not too soon, Sihtric is being extra polite…i think he might be scared of you” Uhtred smirked as he tilted his cup towards Ragnar before taking a large gulp. Thinking about how polite he's been the past few days.

“Should we scare him a little?...threaten him?” Ragnar smiled mischievously, already thinking of a few ideas to scare sihtric. Ragnar set his cup on the wooden table and leaned forward, his elbows on his knees as he looked at his brother.

“No, I can tell he makes her happy, And he protected her when we couldn't” uhtred shook his head as he glanced at Ragnar before looking towards the burning fire. Uhtred could tell that you really cared for sihtric and the fact that sihtric did in fact kept you safe made uhtred feel a lot better about you and his relationship.

“And besides the last time I threatened one of her ex’s she didn't talk to me for a week…which is a lot to her because it seems like she can never shut up” Uhtred added when he noticed Ragnar thinking a little too hard on his last words.

And Uhtred was right, Ragnar did think too hard on what uhtred had said. Ragnar didn't like the fact that he wasn't there to protect her, He had missed out on so much he missed how it would be him protecting her.

“Yeah well at least you didn't get pushed into the mud” Ragnar scoffed as he shook his head and leaned back in his chair as he remembers that day. There was a boy who lived close to them, he was the youngest son of the weaponsmith, And Ragnar noticed how that boy always seemed to appear when you were around. Raganr did not like it.

“I Don't blame her on that one…you deserved it” Uhtred snickers as he remembers the furious look on your face as you pushed your eldest brother into the mud before running off to your father to tell him how angry you are. While the son of the weaponsmith was running to his father, scared that Ragnar was going to chase him and feed him to the ‘cannibals who live a few villages away if he didn't leave you alone’....there were no cannibals but the boy did in fact leave you alone.

“Who knew that a six year old y/n was so strong?” Ragnar chuckles as he grabs his cup from the table and drinks from it. Ragnar couldn't help but smile at the memory, he did in fact deserve to get pushed into the mud for scaring that boy but it was no way near as bad as the scolding he got from his mother when he finished cleaning himself in the stream.

“Our little sister can handle herself, i taught her well” Uhtred smirks as he looks back on the memories over the years.

Ragnar chooses to ignore what uhtred said about how he taught her well because everyone knows it was really ragnar. He instead focuses on ‘our little sister’. He couldn't help but feel a little emotional as he thought about it, he had missed out on so much in your life. You weren't that small girl that needed her big brother to help her with everything. No, you were older now, and knew how to take care of yourself.

“Our little sister isn't so little anymore.”

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Also, i do apologize if sihtric seems a little ooc, i was just really trying to explore another side of him? But like I said before I do hope you enjoyed this fic! Likes, comments and reblogs are very appreciated.

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