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From The Last Kingdom | Battle Week video. Posted June 24, 2020.
tlk fake tweets bc i miss my family
(uhtred POV)
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the boys coming home drunk (18+)
↳ characters: finan, osferth, sihtric ↳ warnings: alcohol and its various effects, vulgar language, sexual themes (18+)
finan
when drunk, this agile fuck is anything but. he'll come home stumblin' in with chris norman and suzi quatro, burp, and barely catch the tumbling vase when he bumps into the dinner table. big brown puppy eyes will scan the place to locate you while he gains some semblance of balance, trying to blink out of the drunken stupor, feeling ever so blessed when he, in his rat-arsed haze, finds a whole three of you lying on the bed.
"fuck me," he breathes, then hiccups, unable to take his eyes off of your smaller frame heaving slightly in your peaceful slumber as he hopscotches out of his boots before he loses his footing and plumps down on the mattress with a thud. his large hand greedily reaches across, squeezing a handful of your arse. "ma beautiful missus."
"piss off," you croak wearily, swatting away his hand, earning a feigned sob.
"no fair," he mutters as he clumsily rolls closer, sneaking an arm around your belly and tugs you into his warmth. "ya can't mean i can't touch my wife when she lies 'ere so fine."
you'd roll your eyes if you cared to open them, but can't help the flutter in your stomach when you're enveloped in his comforting presence. you writhe out of his bear-like embrace, snuggling into the furs though it's hard not to immediately miss his touch. "wash up and maybe i'll let you sleep up here tonight."
finan grumbles as he lazily leans back on his elbow, admiring you for a moment longer before finally complying. "as the missus wishes. but if yer gonna lie with your arse out like that there won't be much sleepin'."
osferth
not that he's a lightweight, but this babe is definitely having a hard time keeping up with the rest of the boys. he buckles under their pressure and is the laughing stock when he pukes, or falls asleep at the table, or stumbles over his own feet, but as long as he's the one making them laugh their asses off, osferth's happy.
he's even happier, though, when they finally let him off so that he can return to you. a warm embrace reserved just for him, cuddling up under the furs, feeling your soft skin against his own—he's so blessed. heaven on earth? you are it, he is convinced.
he'll be still as a mouse when he returns home, press a soft kiss to your forehead and whisper that he is home so you don't get startled by his low rummaging about. as he starts undressing and delicately folds his clothes over the back of a chair (cause he's a good boy and doesn't leave messes behind), he's watching you with lovesick eyes and a sheepish smile, thanking his god for giving him a woman as good as you.
when he slips into bed and the dip on the mattress moves you closer, he tenderly wipes the hair from your face, instantly melting when you tiredly lean into his touch, sighing softly. "hi, love."
you hum peacefully in response and wriggle closer so that he can hold you. as you drowsily nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, planting a sleepy kiss under his jaw, the headache and nausea disappear in an instant, and he falls asleep while you body molds to fit in his cradling arms.
sihtric
stealthy as ever, he quietly enters your home and slumps down on the stool by the fireplace, languidly ridding himself of his clothes. he's so focused on not making a sound that he doesn't notice the bed squeak when you move or the floorboards creak when you approach him from behind.
he inhales sharply when he feels your soft touch on his shoulder before your lips press against his throat, inadvertently moaning raggedly before suddenly flinching away, grumbling, "noo—i 'ave a wife."
you giggle, pinching his strong chin beneath your fingers, lifting his glossy gaze to meet yours, mismatched eyes intense despite the blurry lens of intoxication he's looking through. "you're a lucky one then, huh?"
a contented sigh of relief escapes him, a small and lazy smile curling his lips as his strong and calloused hands firmly pull you into his lap, possessively snaking around your form, holding you impossibly close as he breathes in your scent. "the luckiest. you are my wife." a chuckle escapes you, interrupted by a gasp when you feel him ground you down on his hardening length. "will my pretty little wife let me get even luckier tonight?"
and it's not long before the rest of his layers are gone, and the prospect of putting you in a mating press has sobered him right up.
Pleasure
Genre: Fan Fiction (The Last Kingdom)
Pairing: Finan/OFC
Warnings: PWP, basically. Mutual Masturbation
Rating: M
Length: One Shot
Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.
A/N: Happy Hump Day? I have no excuse for this one. I am not even sure where it came from, but here it is. Some good ol' PWP Finan.
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“My love?” Finan called bursting through the door of his home as if he were lit on fire. The excited Irishman could no doubt be heard halfway across the village. “Are ya here?”
“I am. What do you want?” She asked, placing the wooden spoon down from stirring the pot on the fire. “What is the rush?”
“No rush.” His dark eyes lit up in the soft afternoon light. Dark hair tousled from nearly sprinting home, his smile wide under his growing beard. The warm months were coming fast, which meant in a short while the animal living on his face would be shorn down. How she hated those days.
“You run in here, shouting like a man in battle, and not even so much as a kiss?” She teased, wiping her hands on the cloth beside the hearth.
“Aye, forgive my excitement.” He winked, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her like a man who had been starved of touch for several years. A feeling that Finan knew too well. “I have brought ya something.”
Pulling at the leather satchel that he wore across his body, he placed it on the wooden table, grinning from ear to ear. The last time he had brought her a gift they had been left with weeks of song, as the blue bird he'd managed to save from a feral cat, sang praises morning and night. When it was well enough, she had let it go and lied – saying it flew away on it's own. She didn't have the heart or the tolerance to keep the bird any longer.
“Have you?” Tilting her head, she watched as he reached into his satchel, producing an object wrapped in a white cloth.
Allowing the cloth to fall away, Finan watched with amusement as she gasped and felt her cheeks burn. “I believe ya will find it most intriguing.”
“What is that?” placing a hand to her chest, she glared at him suspiciously.
“It's...” Finan held up the leather clad cock like object with a wide and hearty grin. The Irish man had very little shame for a man who claimed to be Christian. “An appendage.”
“An appendage?”
“Yes. It's wood, on the inside.” Finan explained, placing a small pot of oil on the table. “This goes with it.”
"What is it for?"
"Aye! Ya can use it when I am not here, for uh..." Finan cleared his throat as she picked up the brown object. Moving it in her delicate hand, she eyed it curiously. "Pleasure."
“Finan, I believe that you have entirely lost it.”
“No, look, it's a real thing. I've heard that some of the nuns use them, for...things in which would cause a nun to sin, if done with a man.”
“Are you saying that I should be in the convent, then?”
“No, I am saying that I know how lonely ya get when I am gone. It might not be a such a bad idea, to have a bit of relief.” Finan stood wide eyed, trying to work his way out of this one. Oh this could be tricky. “The whores, at the ale house, they use them too. Sometimes on the men.”
“So now I am a whore?” shoving the wooden cock back at her husband, she scowled.
Shaking his head, wooden cock still in his grasp, Finan huffed. “Not at all, my love. Ya are the most wholesome and honest of women. I would never think of ya as a whore.”
“What's wrong with being a whore? I believe Sihtic's wife was a whore, was she not? She's a fine lady.”
“No, I didn't mean...well yes, she's a fine lady. I...oh stop it.” Finan grumbled in frustration.
Taking joy in Finan's flustered state, she stood before him, her delicate hand reaching out to stroke his thick beard. Eyes bright and teasing, he should have known that she would take the chance to rouse him. She always took the chance to torment him, whenever she could. It was a quality he loved so much about her.
Holding the wooden cock, in the middle of their house, Finan huffed and narrowed his gaze. “W-would ya like to try it?”
A bold question.
Shrugging lazily, she scrunched her nose and gently sighed. “I suppose, shall I wait for you to leave?”
“Why would you need to wait?”
“In case I decide that I prefer it. I wouldn't want you to be disappointed.” A smile from the devil himself graced her angel like features.
Finan rolled his eyes. “Ah, is that what ya think?”
Shrugging she smirked. “Already I see that it has some differences, especially in size.”
“Now look here, woman.” Finan's brow creased. “I can take that back, just as easily.”
No he could not.
The woman he had gotten it from was strict, once he laid his coin down, this was now his to worry about. At the very least, they could strip it and use it as a fire starter. Finan hoped, deep in his chest, he hadn't wasted good coin on fire wood.
“I am teasing, Finan. You must relax, perhaps we need to use this for you?” a glimmer in her eye, told him that she was teasing, partially. She knew how relaxed he often became after they'd humped.
“I uh...I wouldn't...I don't....um. Maybe?” Finan stammered, feeling a slight drop in the pit of his stomach. “Though ya should try it first, it's your gift.”
In his younger days, while he was foolish and spry, there had been a few encounters that Finan had taken with other young men. Curious and bored, they would often explore one another, looking for release they did not have to provide for themselves. Never would Finan allow a single soul to know such a secret, yet he had always felt there were things that his wife knew, despite how far he had buried them under.
She would never judge him for his past, a lonely prince, looking for his place of belonging.
One evening, she had asked him for a whore from the ale house, needing to satisfy a craving that she'd taken. Her own past endeavours needing to be scratched once more. Another woman's flesh against her own, as her husband watched from his chair where he would often sit by the fire, sharpening Soul-Stealer or whittling. On that particular evening, he had sat as the fire light cast a golden glow against two women, tangled in one another, as if goddesses sent to earth.
“I will never know what possessed you to think of such a gift.” She chuckled at him.
“I am a thoughtful and generous man.” Finan laughed, swatting her ass as she walked by.
“The most generous.” She concluded with a snort. “Finan, do you wish to try my gift? If you do, then I will not judge.”
“For now it is yours, perhaps another time I can see what all the fuss is about? For now, I want to know, does it pleasure ya as I can?” His voice low, his accent growing thicker.
“Hmm, you wish to see the competition?”
“Aye, I do.” He nodded firmly. “I want to see if I can let ya keep it or burn the cursed thing.”
“Oh, you fool. I will promise you now, I will never love another cock the way that I love yours.” She pinched his cheek, moving to push aside the curtain to their bed. “Well,” she gestured to the wooden cock on the table, “shall we play then?”
Eyeing her with a subtle eagerness, as drew back the linen that separated their main house from the bed, Finan felt his chest grow tight. Lifting her skirt, she smiled at him with a hint of deviousness. Sliding back onto the bed, she hiked her skirt higher, allowing it to sit above her hips and ass. Excitement tinged the air as if a storm were to strike at any second.
Hands smoothing against her thighs, she bit her bottom lip and waited with anticipation as Finan lifted the appendage – as he called it, along with the small pot of oil. Moving the wooden cock back and forth in his hand, his face serious for a split second as if he were trying to work out the most intense question. The weight of the cock was surprisingly light, the leather smooth and the shape certainly didn't leave any question as to what it was supposed to be.
Standing with it in his hand, Finan wrapped his fist around the girth. Eh, he huffed. Only a tiny bit bigger than he was.
“Finan.” She called from where she was perched on the edge of the bed. Watching her husband fist the wooden cock. Watching as he rolled it over in his fist, glancing at it from every angle as if it were a new sword blade, stirred something inside. Perhaps it was a sin to enjoy such a moment? If that were the case then her soul was already damned.
“Aye?” He lifted his head to look at her, his cheeks flushing red under his beard. He'd been caught admiring the craftsmanship a little too closely. Eventually, maybe, one day he would agree to test it himself.
“Are we going to play or are you going to sit there and admire it all day?” Teasing, she winked and slid her body back further.
“Hold your horses.” He tutted at her with a slight chuckle. “It needs to be prepared. First, you put the oil on it.” He explained, tipping the lid off of the small pot. “Just a bit.” He cautioned, dipping his callused finger tip into the pot of oil that he had brought with him. The oil had a light floral scent, though not too overbearing. Smearing the oil against the wooden cock, Finan's brow creased in concentration. “Only a little, will do.”
“Only a little.” She repeated, propped on her elbows watching him prepare the gift that he had so thoughtfully brought her.
“Once it's coated,” he held it upright allowing a bit of oil to drip onto his hand, “ya um...did ya want to?”
“Oh, I've never...fingers sure. Would you?” She felt her cheeks heating with the admission. Finan wasn't a fool, he understood that a woman needed pleasure as much as a man, even when she had to create the pleasure on her own. Hence why he had brought home such a gift.
“If ya want me to stop at any point, tell me.” He took a step forward, kissing her cheek and grinning. Beard tickling her skin, she nodded and held her breath. Chest tight and stomach in knots, she laid back allowing Finan to take control.
Parting her legs, he swiped an oil soaked finger against her folds. Wet already, as he suspected she would be. Placing a kiss to her bare thigh, he took a second to glance up at her. Bottom lip between her teeth, chest barely moving. He reminded her to breathe. Inhaling deeply, she felt the smooth leather pressing against her. An unfamiliar sensation.
What an odd, yet arousing feeling.
Slowly pressing the tip to her wet folds, Finan watched her like a hawk. He knew her well enough to stop or continue, although he wanted her to say it.
“Are ya good with this?”
“I am.” She swallowed hard, fingers digging into her skirt in anticipation of what the next moment would bring.
Angling the wooden cock just so, Finan slid it the rest of the way into her. Gasping and rocking her hips ever so slightly, her eyes fluttered and Finan watched. Waiting for his next command.
“Oh that is...” She drew a deep breath as the foreign object invaded her body. She was certainly no maiden nor was she innocent to the pleasure of a man. She and Finan had been together for three winters, married for two. In that time they had had their fair share of intimacy, even engaging in the occasional fuck behind the ale house when they'd had a few too many and couldn't wait to get home.
“How is that?”
“It's...different, but not a bad different?”
“Ya look like an angel.” He commented, taking in the sight of his wife spread on their bed as the wooden cock took his place inside of her. Finan slowly moved the object back, causing her to whimper at the emptiness it created. In a swift second he pushed it back inside, earning a pleased gasp and moan.
Finding the rhythm with his hand around the end of the wooden cock, Finan watched in awe as she stretched and took it perfectly. Many nights he had watched as she devoured his cock, taking every single inch without hesitation or complaint. To think that when he was gone, for seasons at a time, she wouldn't be left feeling so frustrated or angry whenever the ... need arose.
Her body felt as though it had been cast into the fire, heating with each stroke that Finan took. She opened her eyes, watching as her husband delicately orchestrated each movement with grace and precision. Deep in concentration, Finan was taking this as seriously as he took each move and swing of his sword on the battle field.
“Finan.” She gripped his forearm, tightening the grip as the wooden cock intruded on her. “Oh.”
“Would ya like to try?” He placed her hand on the object, his hand over hers, guiding the pace. “When you're ready, I'm going to let go.”
Clasping the wooden cock in her hand had been awkward at first, attempting to get her hand around it and be comfortable. Under Finan's guidance she managed to keep the pace of the strokes going, her wrist aching but not wanting to give up until she reached that peak of bliss. As promised, once she got the hang of it, Finan's hand slipped away and he took a seat on his chair.
Removing his sword and loosening the tie on his trousers, to get comfortable. Settled he began to palm his growing cock. Straining against the confines, begging for attention. Watching her body quiver as she worked the wooden cock was a feast for the eyes. Why hadn't Finan bought her one of these sooner?
Dipping two fingers into the oil, Finan watched it run down onto the palm of his battled hardened hand. Smooth and silky, much like the feel of her skin under his touch. Rubbing his fingers against his hand to spread the oil, he grunted making a fist around his ready cock. Stroking slowly as first, not wanting to find his release before she did, he sighed and felt his body shudder at the sensation.
Oil warming against his skin, as he thrust into his fist, he could smell the floral scent from the oil filling the room. Laid back on the bed, legs wide, she moaned his name as the wooden object pleasured her. Finding a steady rhythm, she gasped and cried out as it nudged all the right places. One hand on the wooden cock, the other placed against her folds, she teasingly brushed her fingers against the sensitive ball of nerves. Twisting her clit between her thumb and finger, she arched her back and bucked her hips into the pleasure.
“Ya are beautiful.” He grunted, stroking his own cock.
Watching her writhe as she drew the wooden cock from her body, then slid it back inside to be taken, Finan's breathing began to grow heavier with each stroke. His pace matching hers, as he tightened his hand around his cock. How he wished to be the one bringing her such elation.
His seed spilling over his hand and dribbling down along his thighs. Head back and mouth a gape, he looked like a man lost. Her body quivered and clenched around the wooden object, not as satisfying as her husband, but she was certain that it would fill the void while Finan was gone for such long stretches – as he often was.
Sat in his chair, eyes closed, breath heavy Finan felt as though his body was on fire. Vaguely he could hear her moving around, the sound of soft foot steps against the rough wooden floor. He opened his eyes, when he sensed her hovering over him. Grasping his cock, she was careful to help it find her wetness, straddling his lap. Nestled inside of her, Finan felt his body shake as she moved her hips against him.
“I think ya are a bit eager, my love.” His laugh was groggy and his voice weary.
“Perhaps. But is it a crime to sit with my husband?” She asked adjusting her hips, to take him deeper.
“Not at all.” Finan shook his head, looking at her through hooded eyes.
Bending forward, she captured his lips. Kissing him gently at first, tongues finding one another, as she pressed into his chest and rocked her hips against him. Moaning into his mouth, she whimpered and steadied herself by grabbing his broad shoulders.
“Finan.” her voice worn.
“Steady on, my love.” He coaxed, hands on her hips thrusting into her. “No need to rush, sit as long as ya need.”
“I could stay like this all night.” She smiled resting her chin on his shoulder. Taking in the scent, sweat mixed with the hint of oil that they had used. “I love feeling your cock.”
“Aye, my cock agrees.”
“You fool.” She swatted him in the chest.
“Do you think that will do, while my cock is away?” His eyes trailing across her face and along her lips. How he loved her lips. Once they had caught their breath maybe he would ask her how she felt taking the wooden cock in her mouth as she often did his.
“I must say, the gift. Oh my,” she paused, twisting the string to the cross around his neck, “what a thoughtful present for your wife.”
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Who Am I, Darling To You?
Finan x Reader!
Title is based on this song:
Request: I was hoping you could write something about being in a relationship with finan? Maybe this is super self indulgent cause I can relate lol but being sihtrics sister and in a relationship with finan and reader had too much to drink so finan has to take care of her? Thank you so much 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
Warnings: Mention of reader and Sihtric's traumatic past at the hands of Kjartan.
Sihtric was solemn and pleading as he stood before his Lord, on the eve of the attack on Dunholm, he looked so small that it made even Uhtred thread carefully.
“Whatever it is,” he urged gently, “Speak freely.”
“I have no right to ask this Lord,” he mumbled, still refusing to meet Uhtred’s eye, and Uhtred softened.
“But ask it anyway, Sihtric.”
“Spare my sister,” he begged and Uhtred looked at him puzzled, “I barely know her Lord, but she is not like them. She was whelped upon a kitchen maid, but she is kind and good. She is a shield maiden, she will be there I have no doubt, but she will reason and lay down her weapons if I may but talk to her.”
Finan who was leaning against a post, moved forward, “Sihtric, if she is caught up in the melee-”
“Or if she will not lay down her arms,” Uhtred joined in, and Sihtric was nodding in understanding.
“But I give you leave to try get her to safety,” Uhtred spoke and that was all the permission that Sihtric needed and he released the breath that had been caught in his chest.
“Thank you Lord.”
They had breached the fortress of Dunholm and hacked their way through defending Danes. Sihtric’s mismatched eyes were frantically searching for you as he fought his way though, but he could not locate you.
Suddenly, Kjartan was in the fray and Steapa was opening the gates to allow the band that Ragnar headed, through into the fight, and Kjartan and his men were forced to pull back.
Uhtred was suddenly screaming for his men to form a shield wall and they began falling in line as they began to push forward and Kjartan’s men were forced to keep pulling backwards, it was there that Sihtric finally spotted you, blood splattered across your face and matted into your plaited hair, your frantic eyes had yet to land on him but he had no choice but to keep pushing forward.
He could not help the shudder of relief that ran through his body when Kjartan demanded his side drop their weapons as he stepped forward in acceptance of Ragnar’s challenge and agreed to fight him in one to one combat and once Uhtred demanded to make the square your eyes finally landed on your brother.
Your face softened and crumpled as you spotted him and immediately the weapons dropped from your hands in surrender, he longed to break the square to rush and embrace you but Kjartan was roaring for a shield and Ragnar was stepping forward in challenge, he removed his helmet, he wanted his father to see him, wanted him to know in his last moments that his own son was part of the reason justice would finally be brought down upon him.
It was vicious hand to hand combat and Kjartan actively taunted Ragnar.
You and Sihtric shared the same look of victory as Kjartan was thrust upon his back and Ragnar stabbed his blade through your father’s sword arm.
“Kill him, kill him,” you were pleading, though your voice was drowned out by the cheering of the crowd.
He was pleading for his sword, but Ragnar continued to deny him and you locked eyes with Sihtric, smirking at the bloodthirst in his eyes.
But the smirk was replaced with horror as Ragnar hacked and hacked at him, even long after the light had left his eyes, continuing to stab at him in battle rage, your feet were moving forward of their own accord, unable to look upon the scene any further, bile rising up your throat until you were vomiting into the strawed ground, Sihtric visibly flinched with each blow but was unable to look away.
Thyra’s wailing pulled you back to your senses and you were brought back to reality, and you pushed through still bodies until you reached your brother who was stuck looking upon the hacked and bloodied remains of your father.
“Sihtric?” you whispered softly and he rounded on you, both of you stood facing each other in a state of shock, chests rising and falling rapidly before you were launching into each others arms, clinging to the other for dear and utter life.
You cupped his face in your hands inspecting him as if he were a cruel trick from the gods.
“I thought you dead,” you cried “You didn’t come back, I thought you dead.”
“I am here and it is done,” he was whispering into your hair as he pulled you to him.
“We are free,” you cried, clasping him to you in a ferocious grip, the only blood you had left on this planet.
That night the victors held a feast in the great hall and you hung like a shadow to the walls, arms hugged around your own frame.
Life under Kjartan had meant you had quickly learned how to make yourself small and undetectable, preferring to cling to shadows and always searching for your quickest escape route.
“What is it?” Sihtric asked gently and when you turned to face him your eyes were glassy with tears.
“I thought it would feel different,” you cried and he swallowed hard, he too had battled this feeling of nothingness in his chest when he was finally freed from your tyrant of a father.
“We are free- Thyra is free. So why does freedom feel like we paid such a heavy price?”
He had no answer for you, so you pressed further.
“You will leave here again brother?”
“I will follow my Lord, wherever he would command.”
“And what would I do?” you cried, uncrossing your arms and reaching for him.
“Be at peace,” he urged, shaking you gently, “Marry. Have pups of your own. Be at peace.”
You tutted and shook from his embrace and whirled on him, “This is not what the gods have mapped out for me to do,” you sighed and then you kneeled before him clasping his hand in yours, “My sword is yours, I will follow you. I will fight by your side.”
Sihtric’s eyes widened in horror and embarrassment as he ushered you up. “I am pledged to Lord Uhtred, I follow his command.”
“Well then I will swear my fealty to the Lord Uhtred,” you said it as if it were of no consequence who you swore loyalty to as long as your place was beside your brother.
Sihtric was reminded in this moment that he did not know you, not really, he did not know your will, nor your stubbornness yet, you were in many ways a stranger to him- but he would come to know you in time- but all he knew in this moment is that you were his kin, and all he had ever wanted in his life was to protect you from Kjartan and Sven, he had done that now so could rest, but if you wished to remain by his side he would not turn you away.
He watched you make your way over to Uhtred and Ragnar, kneeling before them, and although he could not hear what you were saying suddenly his Lord’s eyes were upon him, intently staring into his and all he could do in that moment was nod.
Finan had saddled up beside him, mug of ale in his hand, and laughed lightly, watching you, arise from your knees slowly, still locked in conversation with the two brothers.
“She is a tough one,” he commented.
“She is swearing her sword to Lord Uhtred,” Sihtric deadpanned and Finan’s eyes simmered as he looked onwards at the scene, and he straightened up as you suddenly made your way towards them.
“I travel with you in the morn,” you said triumphantly and Finan guffawed loudly and clapped you on the back as you passed.
“Do not let him leave without me Irishman or I will have your eyes out.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it, love,” he promised and Sihtric shot him the dirtiest look he could muster.
“Do not make eyes at my sister,” he warned and Finan stuck his hands up in mock surrender.
The next night as you made camp, Finan watched you hang back, the last in line for food, skittish and looking as though you expected someone to strike you, or steal the food from your hands, he noticed Sihtric’s eyes following his same line of thought and when Sihtric called your name you came warily forward, he placed his own bowl of stew in your hands and your eyes widened in shock.
“You have no need to fear,” Finan whispered softly “No man here will harm you and you have earned your right to your food, nobody will take that from you either.”
He said it like it was not the most profound thing you had ever been told and he simply turned around and filled up another bowl for himself.
You had lived a life thus far of being reminded your place in line was at the back, you never ate before the other soldiers and you certainly never had been given a larger portion than anyone else before.
You ate greedily and quickly, still fearful the bowl would be knocked from your hands or simply stolen away as seconds for another, and when Finan offered you a piece of stale bread he was shocked to find your bowl empty already.
Sihtric’s chest hurt, it was odd to see- almost mirrored the way he had behaved when he first joined Uhtred’s forces, the fear and the anticipation that pain was coming, even though amongst this band he had yet to see even an ounce of the malice his life had been under his father’s command.
You lay down in your furs and your teeth chattered bitterly.
You were exhausted from being on such high alert throughout the day but you could not find sleep in the cold.
You were used to scouting expeditions and minor battles and raids, but you were ashamed to say that in the past few months since Sihtric’s departure, Kjartan had punished you for the crimes of your brother, food had been scarce and you had been kept in the dungeons more times than ever before. He had intended to make you weak and under thumb and his ferociousness towards you had served in keeping you compliant, but you were weaker than normal and could not quell the shaking in your body.
Sihtric was snoring soundly a few feet away from you and you rose and made your way towards his sleeping form.
“Sihtric,” you whispered trying to rouse him, “Sihtric,” you tried again and he mumbled in his sleep but did not awaken, “I am cold,” you pleaded, sounding more desperate than you had intended and then shuffling to his side caught your attention.
“You are cold love?” it was Finan, his hair tousled from sleep and one eye was opened, the other closed in sleep.
You were embarrassed and hung your head down, refusing to meet his eye.
“Come here you can have some of my furs.”
When you didn’t make to move he rose gently, “Come on love, you’ll be no good to any of us if you freeze to death,” you couldn’t help the shy smile that graced your face, as you accepted the furs he wrapped around your shaking form.
“Christ, you are like a block of ice,” he whispered as his hands brushed your skin, “Your teeth will shatter in your skull, come here,” he fussed and you allowed him to pull you down to his camp bed and he wrapped his strong arms around you.
He swayed you both gently, rubbing his hands up and down your arms in an attempt to radiate heat and even though it fought against every fibre of your being, you relaxed into his touch.
Finan realised too late and with a jolt that you were sleeping against his shoulder and his eyes instantly flicked to his sleeping friend, ‘He’ll have my head on a spike,’ he thought to himself, but when his eyes landed on your sleeping form his heart leapt in his chest, you were beautiful, truly beautiful, and he had known from the moment he had laid his eyes on you that he was in trouble, that he would do anything you asked of him, and now holding you against his chest, sharing his body heat with you he made a solemn realisation, he was yours whether you realised it or not, whether you wanted him or not.
"I'm fucked," he whispered into the night air.
Datchet (Kingdom of Mercia)
As you clambered off your boat onto the shore, your sword hand immediately went to the hilt of your sword in readiness.
“She says she loves me,” Sihtric continued in his pleadings about the whore he had been sleeping with.
You rolled your eyes and Finan laughed, Sihtric shot you a pleading look.
“I swear, she says she loves me.”
“She would,” Finan added dryly while Uhtred reminded him that she was a whore.
“What she loves is your silver!” Finan chided and Clapa goaded “Is that the name of his cock?” you made a disgusted face at the comment but couldn’t help but find the humour in the situation.
Until you spotted the crestfallen expression on Sihtric’s face and it wiped the smile clean off yours.
“I wish to marry her,” he said defiantly.
“I wish you to kill Danes and survive the night,” Uhtred shot back and you laid a hand on your brother’s arm when the sound of screams caught your attention, a silent plea to park this conversation until you were all safe.
“Time to kill some raiders,” you announced and Finan smirked your way as you shared a cocky nod with him.
You all went to cover, under Uhtred’s command and waited for his word, your hand clasped tightly around your sword in anticipation for the fighting to begin, and on his command you surged forward following Finan’s lead “We kill every bastard one of them!” he was shouting and you sprang into action, hacking and slicing.
The women who had been dragged as slaves began running frantically and you shouted at them to get behind you, ushering them towards the bushes, they began to gather behind you, terrified and crying out but you sliced at any Dane who attempted to get at them.
When the killing was done, some clung to you, “It’s alright, you’re alright,” you were trying to reassure, “Return to your village, take care of your dead, you will be alright now.”
“Thank you! Thank you Lady,” one woman was crying at your feet and you locked eyes with Finan, an expression you could not read on his face.
“Take back what belongs to you. You’re safe now!” he shouted and your face crumpled with a small smile his way.
On the boat back to Coccham you were mainly silent.
There was blood matted to your face and even though all you wanted was to sleep, you knew you would have to bathe first, so you went straight to the stream to wash away the night’s blood.
You were just working your fingers through your matted hair when you heard the footsteps on the bank, you were thankful you had kept your slip on as you bathed for this very reason but nevertheless when you turned around, Finan’s eyes were almost a shade of amber in the morning sun and he swallowed thickly.
“I’m sorry love, I didn’t mean to intrude. I didn’t know you would be here.”
“I’m nearly done,” you replied, returning your ministrations to your hair, and he sat his weapons down upon the bank and began to strip off his own clothes, both of you trying to pretend it was normal. Just two bloodied warriors bathing the night’s battles away but the air was thick with something unsaid and not quite understood yet.
He didn’t mean to but his eyes settled on a huge ugly scar that ran along the expanse of your shoulders, it stood out a mile against your perfect skin.
“You were amazing back there,” he tried to say it casually but it came out like a confession, “The way you protected those women and children.”
You smiled, turning to face him but you caught where his eyes had been focused and you grimaced.
“I believe it is quite ugly, the scar.”
“No-” Finan shook his head and you softened, your body language telling him it was alright that he had been looking.
“A present from Kjartan,” you offered by way of explanation, “I can’t remember what for, but he had Sihtric locked in the dungeon for weeks, he was half starved and barely alive, I truly thought fever or hunger would take him, so I went down there and got him out, we had to fight our way out and we were so nearly free- we were just at the gates when Sven intercepted us. I didn’t see Sihtric again for months, I truly thought he had been killed and Kjartan had me whipped at the post just for good measure.”
Finan had moved subconsciously closer in the water to you, and reached out a gentle hand to touch the mottled skin, your eyes slipped closed at his gentle touch, and you turned to face him.
“You ask me all the time why I am a warrior? That is how Kjartan treated his bastard son. Now imagine what use he would have found for a bastard daughter if I could not make myself more useful than a whore.”
Finan ghosted his hands up along your arms and you leaned like a cat into his touch, his eyes flicked down to your lips and you looked up at him doe eyed through your lashes.
“You could never be a whore,” he spoke, voice heavy.
“Then what am I to you?” you whispered and he leaned forward and for a moment you thought he would kiss you but voices approaching caused you both to break apart.
“We should- I should never-” he was feet apart from you in seconds and the spell of the moment was broken.
Weeks passed and the moment in the stream was forgotten.
Uhtred went to visit the dead man Bjorn who spoke of prophecies and Kingdoms.
Aethelflaed, the King’s daughter married and you remained an honest and loyal warrior to your Lord.
It became clear that war was threatening to erupt when the Lady Aethelfaed was kidnapped by the brothers Erik and Sigefrid.
And you rejoiced in the arrival of Alfred’s bastard son Osferth who you very quickly adopted as an honorary brother, whilst your own was away spying on the two brothers for Lord Uhtred.
It became evident that war was coming to Beamfleot and on the eve of battle you tried your best to prepare the baby monk for what would lie ahead.
And on that hill in Beamleot when King Alfred called for the shield wall you fell in line behind Finan, he threw a worried glance over his shoulder and you smiled a reassuring smile his way, “Glory or Valhalla!” you shouted and he smiled in awe, brown eyes boring into the depths of your own before he turned away to face the oncoming Danes.
It was ferocious and fast. The ground was streaked red from the blood of Saxon and Dane alike and in the tumult of blows and swords, you had lost sight of everyone that mattered to you.
You drove your sword into the ribs of a Dane who spat blood into your face, and for a moment you were disorientated, shoved by the push and pull of the fight around you, and then you slipped, boots skidding across the bloodied ground and you hit the ground with a sickening thud, a loud ringing in your ears as your shield was kicked away out of your arms and your eyes widened in horror as an axe swung down at your face, your sword hand swinging quickly to deflect the blow and suddenly your attacker was sent hurtling across the mud.
“Get up,” Finan was roaring, his own face a mixture of horror and blood as he pulled you to your feet, but there was no time for happy reunions as you both moved like wolves, fighting back to back, and you hacked, swung and stabbed with all your might. A blow to your face had you swallowing blood and still you fought. To Finan’s left you watched a Dane sneak up from behind to stab him while he fought off another, his strike never landed because you drove your sword through his skull, adrenaline pumping through your veins.
"Thank you love," Finan shouted over his shoulder and your heart thumped in your chest.
Osferth told you after the battle that it had been the Lady Aethelflaed that had driven a sword through Sigefrid’s back and you relished in knowing he had met his fate at the hands of a woman.
But the battle was won.
The drinks flowed and Osferth was drunk, asleep on the table of the alehouse. Sihtric had already gone to find his woman and Uhtred was with his Lady Gisela.
“You are a woman!” a Saxon man was shouting, “But you fight better than any man I’ve ever seen,” and Finan was laughing along easily.
He had his arm draped drunkenly around your neck and you were swaying from drunkenness.
“Then I shall drink like a man!” you cheered and downed the entirety of the mug of ale in your hand in one go, to the shouting and cheers of all the men around except one.
“Okay- Hey, hey! That’s enough love,” Finan was chastising, but he could not fight the giant smile on his face.
“Another!” you boomed and the men went to fetch it for you, and he blocked your line of view.
“Love, that is enough. Uhtred and Sihtric will have my head tomorrow.”
“Just one more,” you pleaded arms wrapping around his neck and laying the weight of your body against him, and when the men returned with another jug of ale for you, he relented and collapsed on the bench with a sigh, he kicked Osferth’s legs and he awoke with a jolt.
“Bed!” he ordered and the baby monk retreated up the stairs solemnly.
He leaned his back against the table and watched as you laughed easily with the other men.
Perhaps it was the drink, at least that’s what he was blaming, but he was green eyed with jealousy.
The smile slipped off your face as you excused yourself from your group of admirers and saddled up beside him.
“You are staring again,” you teased lightly, and when he made no reply you huffed and without warning you plonked yourself down to straddle his lap, thighs pressed either side of his hips and hands braced against his shoulders.
His breath hitched and his eyes widened.
“I see the way you look at me,” you drawled, eyes boring into his now, his hands hovered by your waist unsure what to do.
The fire crackled and his hands found your hips, “Don’t,” he tried to protest but it was weak and feeble.
“Why not?” you pleaded “Aren’t you tired Finan? Don’t you want me, the way that I want you?”
His hands tightened on your hips, he closed his eyes, head thrown back in an attempt to regain some semblance of self-control and swallowed thickly.
You pressed your lips to his exposed neck, and he shuddered, body betraying him entirely as he bucked his hips in an attempt to cause some sort of friction and dug his fingers into the skin of your thighs to keep you in place.
“Please,” he gasped although he didn’t even know what he was begging for, but when you trailed your hand down the expanse of his chest and ghosted it along his waistband he suddenly rose, bench scraping away as he kicked it and he carried you upstairs, kissing you as he went like a man drowning, and he knew he shouldn’t want you like this but he was tired of denying himself of the thing he wanted most in the entire world.
The door slammed behind him and clothes were discarded in a fray of tugging and pulling.
He carried you over to the bed, his knees hit the edge of the mattress and he placed you down, but like a beast you lunged for more tugging at his hips and his hands were in your hair, tugging your head back so he could attach his lips to the smooth skin of your neck, he bit down hard and you cried out fingers clawing at his back.
“You’re mine,” he growled and you moaned, as he removed his lips from your skin, hand still fisted into your hair.
“Say it. Say it love, say that you’re mine.”
“Yours. M’all yours,” you panted, kissing him again and he pinned you down under the weight of his body, pinning your hands above your head, his lips trailed down along your jaw, your throat, and across the swell of your breasts.
You were a panting needy mess beneath him, bucking your hips up in an attempt to get him to meet you where you needed him the most.
You whined when he suddenly stilled all actions, brown-worried eyes boring into yours and releasing your pinned arms.
“Are you sure that you want this love? We’ve had ale- you might feel differently about this in the morning.”
You flipped him over to staddle him and cupped his worried face in your hands, “I could never regret you,” you cried looking at him with such sincerity it made his heart swell in his chest, “I am yours and you are mine- I have been waiting all this time for you, you have no idea how long I have wanted to make you mine.”
“My love,” he sighed, flipping you back over onto your back, spreading your legs apart with his knees and finally sliding inside, “I have been yours from the day that we met.”
He pounded into you hard and fast, the bed creaked under the weight of you both and your ragged breaths and broken sounds filled the room.
And when it was all over-When the shaking in his arms faded and you lay panting beneath him, he placed his forehead against yours, strong hand cupping your face beneath him, thumb brushing circles beside your lips, and he kissed you once more, just because he finally could.
“I love you,” he whispered so earnestly, your eyes flew open to look in his.
“And I, you!” you told him honestly.
The next morning in the soft glow of the morning light, he saddled up behind you where you stood, arms locking around your middle and pressed a kiss to your temple.
“Do you regret it love?” he asked shyly and you turned around in his arms and pressed a kiss to his nose, “Never. Not with you.”
“And in the light of morning,” he swallowed thickly, voice deep and rumbling from within his chest “Darling, who am I to you? Because I cannot go back to never having you like this again.”
You pressed up on your tiptoes, lips millimeters away from his, “You are everything,” you told him honestly “And I want you this way for all time. However long we have. For forever.”
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౨ৎ ⎯⎯ note ! welcome to my miscellaneous masterlist where you’ll find a bunch of works for multiple fandoms. these fandoms will get their own respective masterlists in time, but for now i haven’t written enough to justify that. i wanted to create this post so these fics can be easily found and grouped into one place :)
౨ৎ ⎯⎯ 𝐆𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐏 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋: 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐃.
౨ৎ POV’S !
YOUR GALLERY AS NATE’S GF.
౨ৎ ONESHOTS !
SINCE YOU’VE BEEN GONE.
WHEN IN FRANCE.
WHAT GOES AROUND COMES AROUND.
౨ৎ TWO-PARTERS !
XOXO, SHE WAS NEVER YOURS. | XOXO, YEARS GONE BYE.
౨ৎ HEADCANONS !
HIS TURN-OFFS. [REQUEST]
౨ৎ COMING SOON !
WHISPERS ON FIFTH AVENUE. [DRABBLE]
SPOTTED: NATE ARCHIBALD SMILING. [DRABBLE]
౨ৎ ⎯⎯ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐌: 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐍 & 𝐒𝐈𝐇𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂.
౨ৎ ONESHOTS !
FINAN AND SIHTRIC COMPETING FOR YOUR AFFECTIONS.
౨ৎ ⎯⎯ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍.
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BEING OWNED BY THE SEVEN. [HEADCANONS]
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DEARLY DEPARTED. [TWOSHOT]
౨ৎ ⎯⎯ i. masterlist menu ! ii. navi ! iii. upcoming !
𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞
⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
𝒈𝒊𝒇 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒕
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ
𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿
・Finan is the most loyal, affectionate, flirtacious, caring husband one can have.
・Even though he is a wild man. Silly and goofy. He's also your home. The one place where you feel the most safe, most loved and seen.
・To you, he's loud, funny and completely yours. To anyone else (excluding Uhtred, Sihtric and Osferth), he can be an intimidating force of nature.
・Has punched someone over you and will do it again. Without question.
・Finan doesn't have eyes for anyone else but you. He's utterly devoted.
・He would do anything to make you smile; even if it cost him.
・The first thing he does when he sees you, is grab your face and plant a big, sloppy kiss on your lips
・He calls you "darlin'", "my love," "mo stórín" (my little darling), "a ghrá" (my love), "a ghrá mo chroí" (my heart's beloved), or "mo anamchara" (my soulmate)
・Loves playing with your hair
・There's a lot of playfighting in your marriage, whenever either of you are bored, you say "wanna wrestle?" and then by the end of it, you're both on the floor wheezing from laughter
・LOVES TO GOSSIP. He will yap about anything and everything, so when you have something juicy to tell him, he is all ears - attention directly at you
"No way she did that. Are ye serious? Well the husbands not gonna like tha'!"
・After you married, you moved into your own cottage with Finan. It's on the smaller side, but it is extremely cosy.
・Some nights you and Finan will fall asleep in front of the fireplace, your head on his chest while he hums to you
・You know you can always rely on him...and not because he has large arms...and hands...
・Finan isn't jealous because he thinks you're unloyal, he gets jealous because he doesn't want anyone to have you like he does. To see, or know you like him.
・For Finan, you're it. You're his soulmate.
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
The Gomez & Morticia Adams (he's loving and devoted, you top)
Overly Arrogant, Flirty (Finan) x Pretends To Be Unfazed, But Is Dying On The Inside (You)
Oblivious (You) x Constantly Admiring Them (Finan)
𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
Bickering and Banter
Timeless Love
Unbreakable Bond
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives
Let The Light In by Lana Del Rey & Father John Misty
Would That I by Hozier
𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞
・His flirting, on occasion, works. And within seconds you are swept off of your feet and kissed senselessly.
・Kissing then leads to taking off your clothes ... and soon you're on the floor, legs on his shoulders, while he's leaning down, rutting into you.
・Loves the way you smell. Keeps your juices in his beard even after you've both settled
・Has to leave marks on you; bites, hickies, light bruises from holding you too tight while he came. He wants them just as much
・It's almost a requirement to overstim you, to have you crying underneath him while he makes you cum again and again.
・The one time someone walked in on you two, Finan didn't bother stopping, he just threw something at the intruder and they left, running.
・He loves groaning filthy things in your ear, "you're doing so well", "Oh I know pet, I know, you poor thing," "You can do it, give me another one. Let me see your pretty face when you cum."
・Needs to hear you whimper.
・Your soft moans are too sweet to his ears.
THE BETRAYAL
Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader
!!!DISCLAIMER!!!: English is not my native language and since i didn't watch the show in the original language and i have no idea about the difference between English/Irish accents like Finan's, i'll write using the classic english they teach in school lol. But you are free to correct me on it if you wish to. And i haven't read the books so i'll write my stories based on the show.
WARNINGS: this is a bit long i'm sorry. Based on s3ep6-7, angst + comfort fluff, established relationship, FEM!R but no use of Y/n, little platonic moments with Finan and Osferth because we love them<3.
Something wasn't right, you could sense it. You still didn't know what it was, but you had that bad feeling of anguish that was slowly sprouting in your heart.
Thanks to Edward and Alfred you had won the battle against Haesten, but there was no party atmosphere at Aethelfled's estate.
Everyone could feel the tension going around in your group and the cause was only one: Skade. Or at least, that's what Sihtric claimed. You all hated that witch, but the only one who still hadn't gotten rid of her was Uhtred. Because of that woman's curse you were all suffering: when Uhtred had fallen ill he had risked dying and even poor Osferth, despite having fought bravely, had been wounded in battle, but fortunately he had survived.
Sihtric and Finan wanted nothing more than to kill her, but Uhtred would listen to no reason. So the only thing you had to do was follow his orders, as you swore to him.
While Osferth rested in his room, you, Sihtric and Finan sat at a table. Sitting in front of you, Sihtric was eating with an unrelaxed expression on his face and you, worried for him, exchanged a look with Finan, who however raised his shoulders slightly, just as confused as you.
You swallowed the morsel in your mouth to reach out for his hand, before he could drink from his goblet. Sihtric looked up from his plate to you and you gave him a small smile.
"Is everything okay?"
Sihtric nodded slowly, squeezing your hand weakly.
"I'm just tired..." he only replied.
From the tone he had just used you understood that in addition to being tired he was also a little annoyed, but you didn't push the topic, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere which was already heavy.
Before you could say anything else, Uhtred entered the hall and came to sit with you, next to Sihtric.
"Where is Osferth?" he asked.
"He's sleeping" Finan replied. "As we all should do"
"I suppose we can't leave the witch with Haesten" you said, looking at your plate. "We have to go get her, don't we?"
"Again" Sihtric commented.
"We have to" Finan answered you and then looked at Uhtred. "As long as she is free you will be cursed"
"Skade is with the danes, i cannot get to her" your lord replied. "And we will not die for her"
"Death will find us regardless" commented Sihtric again, but this time giving Uhtred an annoyed look. You touched his foot from under the table, but he ignored you, still glaring at Uhtred.
"Do you want to tell me something Sihtric?" Uhtred retorted, equally unnerved by his attitude.
"No, he does not" Finan answered cautiously for him.
But Sihtric did not back down.
"Aren't too many men dead already?"
"Dying is a warrior's risk" Finan continued.
There was silence for a few seconds while you looked between the three men, hoping that the discussion had ended there.
"I will return to Ragnar" Uhtred then said. "I have to help him find peace"
"You will only find ghosts around his grave" Sihtric retorted once again.
"Sihtric stop it" you whispered and he looked at you for a split second, then looked away.
You weren't mad at him, you understood his point of view a little, but you didn't want him and Uhtred to get into an argument.
"Continue to protect Aethelfled and rest" Uhtred concluded and then stood up, while you and Finan nodded.
Uhtred headed for the door but before he could leave, Sihtric's voice rang through the hall.
"Those who serve Uhtred will not rest. Not while Skade is still free"
Uhtred stopped in his tracks, turning to look at him.
"Sihtric you're tired and you're drunk" Finan interjected again, trying to calm things down.
"Yes, i am tired" Sihtric replied, then turned to Uhtred. "Of marching from north to south, being called a traitor and not to being able to live my life in peace with my woman. And for what?"
Your heart sank when he glanced at you as he said the last words and you looked at him pityingly. Yes he was right, you too missed life in Wessex with your beloved Sihtric before Uhtred was banished and the affair with Skade had only made that whole situation worse than it already was. But you didn't even like the hatred that had arisen between him and Uhtred. Yours was a united group and you couldn't let that witch split it with her curses.
"Then leave" Uhtred replied, moving closer to him again.
"Uhtred, you truly don’t mean that" you murmured worriedly, but he ignored you, continuing to look at Sihtric.
"If you're unhappy then take your wife and leave"
Sihtric jumped up in anger and gave him a small shove backwards.
"I have fought for you!" he exclaimed.
Uhtred smirked. "You fight because you like it"
"You would let me go that easily?" Sihtric hissed.
You and Finan stood up to join them, placing yourself between them.
"Leave or stay, i do not care" Uhtred replied.
"Yes he does care, he's not serious. Now enough arguing, let us sit down" Finan said seriously, looking at them.
You took Sihtric's hand and although your touch and warmth were always enough to calm him, this time they had no effect.
"Leave or stay Sihtric Kjartansson, it's your choice" Uhtred continued, looking at him defiantly. "Make it"
Sihtric stared back, thinking for a couple of seconds about how to respond, until he tilted his head.
"Do you want to make a square Uhtred of Bebbanburg?" he asked menacingly.
"Both of you stop! Neither of you will fight" you interjected, placing your hands on Sihtric's shoulders and making him take a couple of steps back.
"There won't be any square, we. just. sleep." continued Finan. "Sleep"
Uhtred and Sihtric continued to look at each other and Finan sighed a curse, tired of the situation. Then he approached Sihtric.
"Take the prisoners to the pigs, tied up" he ordered, knowing it was best for him and Uhtred to remain separated.
Sihtric moved his gaze to your eyes as if he wanted to know your opinion and you looked at him seriously without saying anything, wanting him to understand that Finan was right. You all needed to sleep and put the fights behind you.
"Sihtric!" Uhtred's voice boomed once again and you all turned to look at him. "I will leave at dawn. But i will return... And if you are still here, i will kill you"
Your eyes widened, bringing a hand to your mouth and Sihtric stiffened. Uhtred said nothing else and turned to leave again.
"Uhtred please-" you tried to call out to him, taking a step towards him but he walked out and closed the door behind him.
You ran a hand over your face, feeling your eyes watering, but you stopped yourself from crying and turned to look at Sihtric.
Finan shook his head, looking at his friend with disappointed eyes.
"Why?" he just asked him.
But Sihtric didn't seem to be as sad and upset as you were, in fact he just got angrier at Uhtred's threat. With a wave of his arm he threw away the cup that was on the table, causing it to fall to the floor.
"He has cursed us all!" he exclaimed, looking at you and Finan, who sat back down at the table with his head in his hands.
Dagfinn, Haesten's companion whom you had taken prisoner, had witnessed the whole scene like the rest of the men and decided to interfere.
"She has cursed you" he commented, while he was busy eating with the other prisoners. "And Uhtred let her"
"Be quiet" you murmured.
"Leave him, it's your only chance" Dagfinn continued to Sihtric. "You are a dane first and foremost"
When Sihtric left the hall to take the prisoners to the pigsty, you watched him go heartbroken. There was no way in your mind that he and Uhtred had actually said those things to each other. I mean, you can understand sometimes not getting along and having different opinions, but Uhtred had threatened to kill him! How did you end up at this?
Someone placed a hand on your shoulder and when you turned you met Finan's pitying gaze.
"Are you okay sweetheart?" he asked thoughtfully and you nodded weakly.
"Do you think…" you murmured. "Do you think Uhtred was serious? Would he really kill Sihtric?"
Finan let out a small sigh, stroking your shoulder with his thumb. "Part of me doesn't want to believe it, but... We know what Uhtred is like"
"But Sihtric didn't do anything wrong" you replied worriedly. "Finan, it's not his fault it's Skade's fault. Why would Uhtred kill him? I understand that he was angry about what Sihtric said, but... B-But it's not fair!"
Finan hugged you, caressing your head and bringing it against his chest and you let yourself be lulled by his caresses. You loved Finan like he was your older brother, you protected each other and he had always been there for you in times of need, even when there were problems between you and Sihtric.
"I don't know what to do" you continued, your voice muffled by his clothes. "Would you really let Uhtred kill Sihtric? Would you let our group be destroyed in this horrible way because of the witch?"
Finan tilted his head to press a small kiss to your hair and then placed a hand on your cheek, pulling you away so he could look you in the eyes.
"Why don't you go and talk to Sihtric? You're the only one who can make him see some sense, little one, and we all know that. And when Uhtred returns we will clear up the situation once and for all. No one will kill anyone, i promise"
You nodded, closing your eyes to let out two lone tears and Finan wiped one away with his thumb.
"Thank you Finan" you said with a small smile. "We're lucky to have you here"
He smiled back and removed his hand from your face to let you walk away as he watched you walk out the door.
When you were about to reach the pigsty, you saw Sihtric walking in your direction, after he had finished binding the prisoners.
"Sihtric" you called him softly.
Sihtric froze and raised his head to look at you as you stood in front of him. You were both silent for a couple of seconds until you gave a small smile mixed with a grimace.
"You carry the smell of pigs with you" you said. "Unless it's the one of the danes'"
Sihtric smiled and then shook his head.
"Have you come to scold me?" he asked you and even if he didn't want to address you in a rude way, you clearly heard the bitterness in his tone of voice, probably because he was still angry with Uhtred.
"Oh no my love. No..." you replied immediately, shaking your head.
You reached both hands forward to take one of his and Sihtric relaxed, squeezing your hands back.
"I just want to talk to you. I understand your point of view, i know you miss our life in Coccham and i miss it too, i really do" you said trying to reassure him. "But why did you talk to Uhtred like that? Why did you get so angry?"
"You ask me why?" he asked in turn. "You ask me why i was the only one among all to have the courage to rebel against him after he did nothing but use us for a whore who only made us suffer? Is that what you ask me?"
"Sihtric, he is our Lord. We have sworn loyalty to him-"
"No. His mind is cursed and he no longer thinks. That is not the man to whom i gave my axe, do you understand?" he retorted, placing his hands on your shoulders. "The Uhtred i know wouldn't have thrown me away like i was shit and wouldn't have threatened to kill me"
You shook your head again, placing your hands on his cheeks. "He didn't mean it, he would never kill you. Uhtred... I'm sure there's a reason behind his actions, you have to trust him, like we always have"
"Do you trust him? Do you still want to serve him? After everything we have done for him?"
You reluctantly nodded and Sihtric took a step back with a grimace.
"I should have expected that you would stay on his side and not mine"
Your eyes widened as you felt your heart skip a beat.
"What? Sihtric, no-"
"You would rather listen to the words of a cursed lord than those of your own husband"
"What are you saying? Why do you think that?" you asked, taking a step towards him.
"What would you do if i asked you to come with me?" he retorted.
You fell silent for a couple of seconds, not understanding his question.
"What do you mean?"
"I no longer want to follow Uhtred's orders. I can't stay here, i want to leave"
"But... But where to? Sihtric i don't understand"
"Anywhere but here. Uhtred doesn't want me so i'll leave"
"No. My dear please, you don't really mean it" you tried to say, but he nodded.
"Yes, i do. And i want you to choose once and for all" Sihtric said, moving closer to you again. "Me or Uhtred"
You shook your head, looking at him with teary, teary eyes.
"I can't. Please don't ask me to answer this"
"You can't or you don't want to?" Sihtric hissed through clenched teeth. "Don't you want to stay with your husband?"
You lowered your head, sniffling, scared. What did you have to do? Could you really choose between the man you loved and the one you swore loyalty to for life? Of course not. But by now Sihtric was blinded by rage.
Sihtric looked at you with an almost disappointed look and took a couple of steps back.
"Just as i thought. I can't trust anyone anymore. Only the Gods" he said, turning his back to you.
Those words and the feeling that he wanted to leave forever pushed you to run to position yourself in front of him again, intent on making him reason for the last time.
"Sihtric, please listen to me. Listen to me my love" you said, looking intently into his eyes as he saw your pupils flutter. "I love you with all my heart, i trust you and you know i would follow you to the end of the world. But i also love Uhtred, the same way i love Finan and Osferth. I know you're angry, but you must not let that witch destroy everything our friendship has built"
Sihtric let out a deep breath through his nose, remaining silent to listen to you and you took one of his hands, bringing it to your chest.
"Don't ask me to choose between you and Uhtred. I don't want to lose any of you. We're family" you murmured through tears, stroking the tattoos on his fingers. "Please. Stay with us and we will solve everything. Together"
There were a few seconds of silence that were broken by the sound of someone walking nearby and the noises of the night. Then Sihtric sighed and leaned over to rest his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you against his body.
"You're the only one who will always be able to convince me. And that's why i love you" he murmured against your skin.
You smiled, wrapping your arms around his body and rubbing your cheek against the soft fur he was wearing.
"Glad to hear it"
The next morning you woke up with sunlight hitting your face. You reached out beside you, believing you could touch Sihtric's body and you were surprised when you felt his side of the bed empty. But you didn't worry too much, thinking that he was already with the others. You stood up and after getting dressed you went down to the hall to eat something, joining Finan and Osferth who were already sitting at the table with Aethelfled.
"Good morning" you said with a smile, not noticing the worried looks your companions exchanged.
The princess smiled at you, greeting you in return and you sat down in front of her, next to Finan.
"How are you Osferth? Are you feeling better?" you asked, turning to the young monk, who nodded slowly.
"Um, yes thank you. Much better than yesterday"
"That's good. Have you guys seen Sihtric? I thought he was with you" you asked then.
Finan put down the piece of bread he was chewing and looked into your eyes.
"Sweetheart" he called to you cautiously. "Sihtric is gone"
You looked at him in silence, your brain still busy registering his words. "What do you mean?"
"He left with the prisoners. This night" Osferth replied this time, sounding sad and disappointed at what your husband had done. "He betrayed us"
You looked between the two of them and Aethelfled who tried to give you a reassuring smile, but that wasn't enough to calm the doubts and confusion that were clouding your mind.
"What? It-It's impossible, no..." you replied, shaking your head. "Why he would betray us, i don't understand. I-I, i talked to him Finan, you know that, right? We talked, i told him we would help him and he told me he wouldn't leave. No, no..."
Finan looked at you with pity and you lowered your head, seeing a couple of tears that you didn't even realize you were shedding fall onto your plate.
"Why did he do it?" you murmured, sniffling.
You balled your hands into fists above your thighs and Finan leaned in to rub his palm on your shoulder, trying to comfort you. But now it was all useless. You trusted Sihtric and he had taken advantage of your moment of weakness to escape without even saying goodbye. You had lost your husband and your companions had lost a friend. And the pain caused by betrayal burned more than that of death in battle.
"Hey"
You lifted your head, seeing Osferth sit down next to you. Around you, Uhtred's men chatted and laughed among themselves, and Finan played dice with them. You were watching them in silence, happy that at least they were enjoying their stay at Aethelfled's estate.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, looking at you with the usual worry lingering in his eyes.
You nodded, smiling slightly but didn't say anything. Your mind had been troubled since the day Sihtric left and you didn't know what to do or think anymore.
"How about we have a drink to relax?" continued the monk. "And we can also have our new slave serve us"
You stared at him confused by his words, but when you noticed Finan approaching you with two cups of beer that he handed you, you smiled amusedly. You and Osferth clashed your beers in a toast, while Finan leaned towards the window to look out. Osferth swallowed the drink he was taking to look at him.
"What is it?" he asked and you also turned to Finan.
"Better to say who it is" replied the other with a smile, and then moved away from the window and headed towards the door.
The doors flew open and Uhtred entered. You and Osferth stood up, also happy with his return, while Finan walked towards him.
"You're back" the Irishman said as he hugged him with a smile and Uhtred hugged him back.
"I'm back"
The two broke away and Uhtred placed a hand on Finan's shoulder.
"Sihtric?" he asked.
"He has left. A long time ago" Finan answered. "Along with the prisoners, Lord"
Uhtred nodded and after giving him a couple of pats on the shoulder he also noticed your and Osferth's presence.
"Osferth" he called, walking in your direction.
"Lord"
"You're still alive" Uhtred said in a teasing tone and Osferth smiled.
"Of course Lord"
The two hugged and then Uhtred turned to you, calling your name.
"I'm glad you're back, Lord" you murmured, moving closer to him. Uhtred gave you a smile that seemed more made out of pity and hugged you. You tightened your arms around his body and he caressed your back a couple of times, then pulled away and looked you in the eyes.
"I'm sorry about Sihtric" he murmured, though those near you could still hear him. "How are you?"
You shrugged with a sigh. "I can't say that i didn't suffer from his choice, like everyone else here. My heart is broken in half. But i try not to give in to the pain and move forward"
Uhtred nodded and in the meantime Aethelfled also joined you in the hall, having learned of Uhtred's return. And when their eyes met they smiled at each other.
Uhtred had to take Skade back. But entering the camp of the danes, who were more than two thousand men in the service of Cnut, Brida, Haesten and Bloodhair, was impossible, practically suicide. But Uhtred was no fool and you were proud to have sworn your sword to a man of his valor.
Luck, or fate and the Gods to some, came your way when you stopped at the village of Crugland, where the Mercians (or buttered bishops as Finan said) who lived there wanted to keep you trapped as bait for the danes. But after you had rid yourself of Aethelfled's traitors you went in the direction of the danes' camp, knowing that some of them would leave thanks to your diversion.
"Uhtred"
You rode your horse closer to Uhtred's, who was trotting at the head of the group and he turned to face you.
"I was thinking…" you murmured and he had no trouble hearing the tone of concern decorating your voice. "Do you think we will meet Sihtric when we enter the camp?"
"Very likely, because he knows i want Skade back" Uhtred nodded, then looked forward again.
You looked down at your horse's mane and tightened your grip on the bridle. You wanted to ask him something else but you didn't have the courage.
"You're afraid i'll kill him as soon as i see him, aren't you?" Uhtred asked you and you looked back at him with wide eyes. It was like he read your mind.
Uhtred let out a deep breath from his chest, as if he was still pondering something.
"Would you really do that?" you murmured. "Would you kill him?"
Uhtred smiled, turning to you.
"You still care about him, despite what he did"
You remained silent for a couple of seconds, thinking about what to answer him and you ran your tongue over your lips.
"When i fight in battle i always try to kill my enemies with the first blow, so as not to make them suffer. Because i don't wish the worst pain even on my greatest enemy. And Sihtric is no different. He is still my husband, but even if should our paths part forever, i will worry about him until i die"
"And tell me, would you defend him from my sword?" Uhtred asked you seriously and you looked at him in surprise. "You stayed with me and i appreciate that. But if he and i found ourselves face to face dueling, what would you do? Would you try to save him from his fate?"
His words caught you off guard and for the second time you found yourself with a dry mouth. Your heart beat faster knowing that Uhtred was right. You had to make a choice. A choice from which this time you couldn't back out. Sihtric or Uhtred?
"In all honesty i still don't know, Lord” you said. "I guess we'll find out about that once he's with us"
You looked back at the horizon, where the sun was slowly starting to set. Inside your brain there was a tornado of thoughts and doubts that never stopped. Uhtred, however, managed to keep himself from smiling.
There were a few hours left before darkness arrived and you, Uhtred and the others were hiding in the trees near the camp, waiting for the right moment to infiltrate.
"Someone is coming" Finan whispered, pulling out a dagger. Osferth remained kneeling at your feet, while you and Uhtred clasped your hands on the hilts of your swords, ready to attack.
"It's Sihtric" Osferth muttered and your eyes widened.
You felt your heart skip a beat and exchanged a look with Finan, while Uhtred took up his sword.
And Osferth was right. It was him, it was Sihtric.
When you saw your husband emerge from the branches your first instinct was to go to him, but Uhtred beat you to it and took a step towards him.
"Do you have something to tell me?" he asked menacingly. Sihtric looked him in the eyes and nodded.
"I do" he replied before drawing his sword and pointing it at your lord. "Yield to me"
You expected one of the two to attack the other and you weren't ready to know what you would had to do, who you would've defended. But much to your surprise and confusion, Uhtred raised his arms and let his sword slip from his hand. A second later, Sihtric planted his sword on the ground and approached Uhtred to embrace him. They both laughed, while you all looked at them in shock.
"You fooled us!" Osferth said with a surprised smile, reaching back to touch Finan's leg. "They fooled us! Why?"
Uhtred and Sihtric stepped away from each other, while the monk and Finan approached your husband. You, on the other hand, remained motionless on your spot and stared at him.
"You had to believe it for the others to believe it too" Uhtred replied.
"I knew it" said Finan to Sihtric.
"No, you did not. Was i good?" your husband replied with a smirk, then turning back to Uhtred.
"A little" said the other with a wave of his hand.
"I'm telling you i knew it" continued Finan and then hugged his friend, followed by Osferth who did the same.
At that moment you also decided to approach them and Sihtric finally laid his gaze on you. It was in that precise moment that you saw his mismatched eyes fill with joy and love, two completely different eyes than the ones full of anger he had on the night of the "betrayal". That was the Sihtric you could recognize.
"My love" he said with a relieved smile, stretching his arms out towards you.
You stepped towards him, but just before you could hug him you had a second of hesitation. You quickly looked over his shoulder at Finan and Osferth, who gave you two reassuring smiles and so you took them as signs to wrap your arms around your husband's body. When your cheek came to rest on his warm, fur-covered clothes, you let out a breath of relief from your nose as he pressed his hands on your hips to pull you towards him.
"I missed you" Sihtric murmured.
"I missed you too"
You felt his fingers caress your body as he tilted his head to press a kiss to your hair. You remained in that position for a few seconds and while he seemed to be calm, you felt a strange sensation begin to invade your body.
"I thought you were angry with me" Sihtric murmured with a chuckle, making the others smile as well.
At those words you suddenly detached yourself from his body and punched him on the arm, a gesture at which everyone's eyes widened, taken aback.
"Ow!" Sihtric exclaimed in surprise. "Why did you hit me?"
"Angry? You thought i was just angry with you??" you asked, frowning at him.
"Honey what-" he tried to ask you but you cut him off.
"Do you have any idea what i've been through, Sihtric Kjartansson?" you asked angrily again, pointing a finger at his chest. "Do you have any idea how i've felt these days, thinking you betrayed us? Thinking you hated us? Osferth, tell him"
Osferth jumped, not expecting to be involved, while Uhtred and Finan exchanged looks like two people enjoying a show.
"U-Um, you felt bad-"
"Bad, yes! That's how i felt!" you spoke in Osferth's place, continuing your speech. "I felt very bad, Sihtric. I wasn't just mad, i was also sad and so fucking disappointed. You left without saying anything and i thought you had lost faith in me"
You stepped back and turned your back to him, not wanting him to see how you were rubbing a hand over your eyes to keep the tears from coming out.
"I-I thought you didn't love me anymore, i thought... I thought i had lost you forever..."
Sihtric's gaze softened when he saw your shoulders move with small spasms in the throes of sobs and he slowly approached you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, making you turn towards him and you let him.
"My love, look at me" he said softly, placing both hands on your wet cheeks so he could look into your eyes.
Oh, how you missed feeling his palms on your face.
"I'm so sorry you had to go through this" he said, trying to wipe the tears from your cheeks. "I want you to know that i've thought about you day and night since i left. There were never any secrets between you and me and having to keep the truth of the plan hidden from you destroyed me. I felt so guilty for leaving you alone to suffer, believe me. I didn't mean a single word of what i said to you that night, i never doubted you and your loyalty. And i will never stop loving you. Never. Understood?"
You nodded and sniffled as Sihtric leaned in to give you a long kiss on the forehead, while thanks to his comforting words you felt all the doubts that had invaded your head dissolve like fog.
"Do you forgive me?" he asked when he pulled away from your skin.
What a stupid question, of course you forgave him, you already had. And how could you not when he was looking at you with that pleading look of a guilty man?
So you raised your hands to wrap them around his wrists and nodded once again, smiling heartily.
"Of course i forgive you"
Sihtric smiled back and without wasting time he attached his lips to yours. You both closed your eyes, enjoying that kiss that sealed the renewal of your love and that would never fade.
When you pulled away you punched him again on the other arm and he looked at you offended.
"And what was that for??" he asked with wide eyes.
You pointed a finger at him, then crossed your arms and looked at him with a fake serious look.
"You stupid. Play another jest like that on me and next time i'll be the one that leaves you. Am i clear?"
Sihtric nodded with an amused smile and the others chuckled too.
"Yes my Lady"
Then you turned to Uhtred.
"I'll punch you too later Uhtred" you said and he looked at you in surprise.
"Me? What did i do?"
"Well, i think that this ingenious plan wasn't just my husband's idea, right?"
And while Uhtred looked at you with an embarrassed smile, Sihtric, Finan and Osferth laughed.
off topic but I HATE WHEN PEOPLE SHIP SIHTRIC AND SKADE!!!!! LIKE, I'M SORRY DID WE WATCH THE SAME SHOW???
"ThE cHeMisTRy BeTwEeN tHeM wAs So sTRonG!"
GIRL BFFR🤡
I haven't read the books, but in the serie they only spoke like once or twice in all the season and she never showed any interest in him. And he fucking despised her!!! He was clearly scared of her and he just wanted to kill her, like everyone else!!
Is it just me??? Please, i can't be the only one who saw it.