Hey, I wanted to tell you that I really love your block!!! ššš
And I would love to have a prompt with Uhtred 4 and 22
Uhtred x Reader
Prompt 4. You're not jealous are you?
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Just a short one this time as I get through the hundreds of prompts you guys have requested :)
You and the boys were celebrating. It was Blood Month and you had spent half the day with a flagon in your hand and now, as you sat in the ale house, your face ached from laugher. Finan and Sihtric were upon the table yelling and banging their feet as Osferth stood below ready to catch as the two men swayed.
"Which do you bet will fall first?" Uhtred joined you on the bench watching over his men. His arm brushed yours as the touch set you alight. You had finally acknowledged the way you felt around him a few months ago and yet you couldn't bring yourself to tell him. He was a Lord. He had so much presence and will, power and prospect, why would he waste it on you?
"Sihtric?"
He laughed into his cup.
"Finan surly, he is always the first to fall after drink"
You shook your head, pointing over at the table. As the song the men were yelling came to an end, Sihtric threw up his arms and cheered - the motion sending him stumbling as he lost his footing and dropped off the table. The place erupted in more laugher.
"Told you" You stood up, his proximity setting you on edge as you feared the ale in your veins would loosen your lips around him.
"Y/N?" Both you and Uhtred looked across the table. One of Uhtreds men, a dane, was making his way over to you. You were a scout like him and had often spoken when you joined him on the road before battle.
"Fich you're back"
You felt Uhtred stand up behind you.
"You bring word of the North?"
The man looked to your right.
"Yes my Lord. The Scots remain within their fortresses but we should be wary the winter doesn't cause them to move south for provisions"
"Good. You've done well Fich, go grab yourself a drink"
"Yes my Lord"
The man hesitated before he looked your way and smiled.
"Would you like another Y/N?"
You looked down at your empty cup.
"I would-"
"We were just about to go grab another ourselves Fich" Uhtred stepped in. Somewhere along the way his hand touched the back of yours.
You turned you head to face him, whispering to each other -
"We are?"
His fingers linked with yours pulling you along.
"We are."
By the barrels was quiet. Most relied on the barman to replenish their cups so as you and Uhtred stood in the corner of the room, half cast in shadow, you smiled to yourself as the ale stirred within you.
"Fich could have got me my drink"
Uhtred shrugged, his hand on the spout of the barrel.
"I needed to fill mine too"
You looked down at his cup. I was already full before his faked topping it up.
"You're not jealous are you?"
His hand stopped and he grinned.
"Of a scout?"
You took a step toward him.
'Of his attention on me"
He avoided your eyes, brining his cup to his lips with his other hand resting on the amber hilt of his sword.
"Why would I be jealous? I'm a Lord I have everything I could ever want"
You took a step back and crossed your arms as you lent against the barrel.
"And yet you don't have me" Your gaze remained toward the floor.
He didn't quip back so you pressed further.
"Would you like me?"
He considered before tuting, smiling to himself. "You are too good for me"
"You are a Lord"
"And you are a goddess"
You laughed "In who's eyes"
"Mine"
Neither of you said anything until you took a step toward him.
"Uhtred"
He pushed off from where he stood.
"Forgive me lady Y/N"
"Uhtred-" He didn't let you finish as he marched toward you, his hands cupping your face when his lips met yours. You gasped into it. His lips were soft as he captured you. His thumb brushed your cheek when you leaned in further, the fire between you burning you up. Uhtred pulled back slowly as you broke for breath.
"Do you admit you were jealous?"
His smile was bright as he spoke between another kiss.
"Yes. I do."
You heard commotion on the otherside of the room as Uhtreds arms wrapped around your waist. Looking over, you both laughed when you saw Finan and Sihtric back on the top of the table dancing.
Uhtred lent to your ear.
"Finan or Sihtric?" His hands slide around your waist, his voice sending a shiver down your neck.
You considered when both of you spoke at the same time-
"Finan" "Finan"
Just as the Irish man tripped over Shitric and rolled off into Osferth laughing.
