#askuhtredragnarson

[askuhtredragnarson]

With his baby monk in tow on a horse behind him, Finan rides Péarla to the nearest ridge, where he will likely be able to see Uhtred appear on the horizon when his troop is within close enough distance. His Lord would likely be able to see them as well, especially with the sun still shining in the sky. It would fall to dusk regardless within the next few hours, and Finan would have to give up. But the hopes of their return he was unable to suppress.

The Irishman dismounts his horse, letting her roam free for a while as he takes a seat on a rock, his eyes fixed on the horizon.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

After resting in Saltwic for a couple of days and having his meeting with Lady Aethelflaed, Uhtred was anxious to return home. His irritability only intensifying the longer he’s in Saltwic with the memories of Gisela haunting him around every corner. With the promise of support from the Lady of Mercia, and a tentative plan in place, he and the others ready themselves for the journey home. He tries his hardest not to take out his frustrations on his companions, but he shows no mercy to the King’s men, barking orders to them to hurry things up. He’s still angry at them for letting his ex-wife escape.

Thankfully the journey back is graced with some warmer temperatures and no storms on the horizon. They make better time on the return trip. Feeling an anxiousness inside of him the closer they get to home, Uhtred offers to ride ahead to scout the trail, while Hild stays close to Steapa for protection.

Uhtred urges Tintreg to canter as he scans the surroundings on the trail. He has this unsettled feeling like he’s being watched and finds himself resting his hand on Wasp Sting, just in case. He keeps a wary look out, still concerned about what Gisela has planned now that she has escaped.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

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Uhtred - The Last Kingdom

Season 4 Episode 4

Screencap & edited by @grlwtskulltattoo

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[askuhtredragnarson]

That evening, Alfred arrives at the Hall with Steapa in tow, taking the seat at the opposite end of the table from Uhtred’s that by now he has claimed as his own. Servants are still scurrying around, but there are no signs of Uhtred and his men.

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@asksihtrickjartansen @thedarkprinceofulaid @warriorabbesshild

When Uhtred hears the noise of people gathering downstairs, he wakes from his brief nap. He straighten up his clothes, before heading downstairs, not surprised to see the King already waiting for them.

Pulling out his chairs Uhtred sits down, a solemn look on his face. “Sorry I’ve kept you waiting. I’m sure the men will be along soon.”

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[askuhtredragnarson]

“Hello, my love,” Gisela smiles, striding near Uhtred as he sits near the hearth. “Is all well?” She purrs into his ear, her hands rubbing his shoulders.

@theladygisela

Uhtred looks up in surprise when he hears Gisela’s voice and feels her hands rubbing his shoulders. It’s a far cry from how it’s been between them for the last several weeks. She has been scarce around the Great Hall, and has seemingly been avoiding him.

He bites his lip, not sure if he should bring up this distance between them, or play it off as if nothing is wrong. Like she has done to him whenever he has asked if anything was wrong.

“I..um..I’ve just been doing a lot of thinking today. Found out two of the slaves are Tessa’s brothers. They are going to be staying with her and Sihtric for the time being… How about you? Is everything okay?” Uhtred asks with bated breath.

@theladygisela

[askuhtredragnarson]

Returning to the stables with a quickness in his step, Finan nods to Rypere and the few other men joining the party as he passes. Petting Pearla’s back for a moment, he speaks to the horse lowly in Gaelic, before giving her a kiss on the nose, ready to mount up on Uhtred’s command.

“Ready, Lord,” he shouts to Uhtred.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Uhtred swings up on his horse, as he glances over at Finan. He gives the Irishman a nod. He was hoping this would be a quick scouting mission, but it’s shaping up to be more. He looks at Finan with concern in his eyes, knowing his hesitation on being gone for too long. Maybe they can find these raiders and put a stop to them before they cause anymore trouble. Before they set their sights on Rumcofa.

Grabbing up his reins, Uhtred looks over their small group. “Let’s head out!”

@thedarkprinceofulaid

[askuhtredragnarson]

Hearing the birds starting to chirp with the dawn of a new day, Uhtred slowly comes awake. Looking down he smiles seeing Elle curled up against his chest. Her light breaths feathering against his skin, her golden hair softly framing her beautiful face. She looks so peaceful sleeping with his arms wrapped around her that Uhtred is hesitant to wake her just yet. Just a few more minutes of peace and comfort before readying himself and his men for battle.

He can hear the sounds of the camp stirring awake. Last minute sharpening of blades while other men gather their horses to be saddled and made ready. He feels that sense of dread rise up inside him again, and he tries desperately to tamper it down. Instead shifting his focus to everything they stand to gain. A home of their own, the respect of the North as he takes over lordship, a peace amongst the tribes.

Placing a gentle kiss on Elle’s forehead, Uhtred softly caresses her cheek. As her eyes slowly open, Uhtred feels the tingling in his heart as her stormy eyes seek his deep blue ones. Spending the night with her brought him such bliss, his ray of sunshine in the darkness that awaits them. He can’t help but hope for more from their night together, something to look forward to in the coming months.

Tilting Elle’s face to his, Uhtred gives her a soft but deep kiss, letting his love for her pour into it. For a moment he forgets about everything else, just focusing on the softness of her lips against his and her intoxicating sweet scent. Letting out a soft groan of hesitation, Uhtred breaks the kiss, giving Elle a tender look.

“It’s time, my Princess…I must get ready to go…”

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[askuhtredragnarson]

The next morning, Finan approaches Uhtred somewhat gruffly.

“What do you need from me today, Lord?” He asks softly, avoiding Uhtred’s eye.

“I need you to look at me for starters…I need to know we’re okay.” Uhtred requests, still feeling a lingering anxiousness from the events last night.

“I would like to have you by my side when I talk to the King, but only if we can keep level heads. We need to know more about these threats surrounding us, and I’m sure he has more information than he has given us. I want my second in command with me…if you’re okay with that.” Uhtred entreats, looking at Finan in earnest.

[askuhtredragnarson]

Striding purposefully away from his cottage towards the Great Hall of Rumcofa, Finan nods to the men standing guard out front, winking at Rypere as he passes. Hm. A thought crosses his mind, but he pushes it down.

His blood is still boiling, but he doesn’t care. He doesn’t care about anything but his feelings being drowned.

As he passes the table, he pours himself a mug of ale, downing it completely, before pouring another one and repeating the process, slamming the mug back on the table.

In haste he ascends the stairs to the lofts, rapping his knuckles on Uhtred’s chamber door before sternly announcing himself from behind it.

“Uhtred,” he drawls.

@thedarkprinceofulaid

Uhtred wakes when he hears the rapping on his chamber door. When he hears Finan’s voice on the other side of the door, he feels concerned. The Irishman should be with Revna at this late hour. Uhtred rolls out of bed wearing just his trousers. He lights some of the candles in the room so it isn’t so dark, before he answers the door.

The look on Finan’s face has him worried. “What’s going on, Finan?” Uhtred asks, the concern evident in his voice.