⤷ female, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!
Also this is 18+ ... we acting like grown ups.
ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ
𝑼𝒉𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅
“Destiny is all… but you were never part of the plan.”
・This marriage is a strategic alliance. An act to broker peace between two warring factions.
・Even though Uhtred wants this peace, he isn't thrilled about it.
・At first his mindset was to keep you alive, but the more you got to know each other...the more he was in denial:
“I don’t care about her. I just need to make sure she stays alive… for the alliance. That’s all.”
・What started as a simple sword lesson had turned into him pushing you harder than he intended. Wanting you to see the true strength of opponents.
・He didn't want to sugarcoat what war and battles were. (Not that you had been fantasising about them anyway).
・Uhtred thought his lesson was going well until you finally knocked him to the ground.
・For a split second, he was shocked...stunned and then he stared up at you, breathing heavily. And then he smirked.
・Showing indifference, Uhtred trains you to fight. And adorns you with proper fighting gear, a shield and gets a blacksmith to make your very own sword.
・Even in the early stages of your marriage, Uhtred would subconsciously protect you - no matter where you were or what you were doing. E.g., even at the tavern, he never let anyone get too close (his men were like three other bodyguards)
・You were glad for Finan, he became like a brother to you. Always making things lighter, bringing the humour.
・Because you were constantly on the road with the four men. And Uhtred didn't trust anyone else to take care of you.
・But he would never say that...
・Sihtric barely spoke to you, but he held a lot of respect for you.
・Over time, Sihtric becomes one of your fiercest defenders, in battle and in life. Like a quiet shadow, a forcefield ensuring no harm comes to you.
・Osferth; he's your first friend, real friend, although he was a bit awkward. You become the sister he's always wanted. And he becomes that little brother who wants to follow you everywhere and do everything you're doing...
・The truth of Uhtred's feelings comes out during a heated argument. After nearly getting himself killed...again, you accuse him of putting too much at risk to gain Bebbanburg, that he cares too much about gaining that castle back.
・Shocked, ashamed, embarrassed that you would say that. Uhtred's face heats, and what you say is truth. Well, it was truth, until:
"I have spent my whole life fighting for Bebbanburg! But then you came along, and now I’m fighting for something else. For you. Don’t you see that?”
𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖:
“My Heart” uses this one when you have private moments and when he feels vulnerable. I.e., after a battle or during soft, intimate conversations.
“Shieldmaiden” is used in front of his men, showing his pride in you.
“Wife” is both teasing and affectionate, often said when you’re being stubborn.
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
Shared Vision and Purpose
Closed Off (Uhtred) x The Person They Warm Up To (You)
Brave Warrior (Uhtred) x Self-Assured Damsel (You)
Places His Wife Above Everyone
𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
Home Is Wherever You Are
The Parents Of The Group
Reluctant Allies to Lovers
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
Kingdom Dance by Alan Menken
Scotland by BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra
I Had To Do That by James Newton Howard
𝑭𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒏
“I didn’t want this, but now? I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”
・Your marriage was a political alliance to strengthen ties between Ireland and the Saxons. Finan, as Uhtred’s right hand, was seen as a valuable connection.
・How else could Finan endure this other than with humour?
・As soon as you met him, he was cracking jokes. Sometimes he was funny, other times you were annoyed - because he was constantly making light of ... everything.
・When you called him out on it, he sighed, "I'm sorry lass. It's ah...the only way I know how to cope sometimes."
“She’s alright, I guess. I mean, for someone who can’t keep up in a fight…” (He says this right before throwing himself in front of an arrow meant for you.)
・Day by day, you were slowly opening up to each other. Learning through talking by the fire, on horseback, walking through the forest.
・Soon Finan began to lean close while talking to you, staring into your eyes, moving a piece of hair behind your ear, brushing past you "accidentally", etc.
・Finan was always looking to see if you were okay. Even in a crowded hall, his gaze would flick to you every few moments, but if he was ever caught, he'd smirk and look away.
・Whenever you feel down, Finan doesn't mind making a fool of himself to make you laugh
・If talking doesn't help, he'd happily slip in the mud during training or let Sihtric carry him around bridal style.
・One night, as a joke, you tied a small braid into his hair, saying it makes him look more "noble." He laughed it off but didn't take it out... he wore it for days afterward.
・His feelings are brought to light during a drunken night around the fire. The others were sharing stories about what they fight for; land, honour, family, ... fun.
・Someone asked Finan and as he was about to make a joke, he glanced at you.
・Your face was illuminated by the light of the flames, and it hit him like a punch to the gut.
"Her."
Silence fell. He looked to you who was wide-eyed, "I'll always fight for you."
𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖
“Lass” is his go-to—light, teasing, and affectionate.
“Trouble” slips out when you’re bickering or challenging him (which is often).
“Little One” is playful, his everyday teasing, often when he’s trying to make you laugh.
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
You Fell First, But He Fell Harder
Constant Banter
The Sarcastic Duo That Can Finish Each Other's Insults
Places His Wife Above Everyone
𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
Height Difference
Bickering and Banter
Timeless Love
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
Say Yes To Heaven by Lana Del Rey
Valerie by the Midnite String Quartet
Happily Ever After by George Fenton
𝑺𝒊𝒉𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄
“You make me feel like I belong… like I'm worth loving.”
・For Sihtric, he was forced to marry you. The King willed it so. It was a cruel decision. the King wanted to somehow split up Uhtred's group - make it harder for them to be connected.
・It didn't turn out how the Monarch intended...the group just kept you with them.
“I don’t care if she notices me. I’m just here to protect her.” (He says while carrying a pouch full of the random trinkets you’ve given him.)
・You were trained by all of them in battle; how to defend, attack, how to do a shield wall etc.
・Spending time with the men was fun; even if Sihtric was silent most of the time.
・Finan always made you laugh, and Osferth made you feel comfortable no matter what the context was.
・In time, you truly thought of Uhtred as your leader. And you too called him 'Lord.'
・Sihtric constantly lingered in the background. He was always nearby, however, he was never imposing. Just ensuring you were safe.
・You were very different to what everyone thought. There was a softness in you. A heart of gold.
・When you became comfortable around Sihtric, you started to give him things.
・Particularly things you found on your journeys. E.g., many many rocks; smooth river stones, shiny pebbles (anything shiny really), beautiful feathers from birds, flowers that have specific meanings etc.
・And he keeps every single item.
・His pockets are completely full.
・Sihtric is constantly staring, but instantly looks away when he's caught. A small blush dusting his cheeks.
・Another thing is his quiet gestures...he'll fix your armor, puts extra supplies on your horse, sharpens your sword without saying a word.
・The love you hold for each other comes out during the aftermath of a brutal fight.
・You were tending to Sihtric's wounds, hands trembling as you stitched a deep cut on his arm.
・Sihtric couldn't help but watch your face, the concetration, the look of concern.
・You were both silent until you uttered, "You...you could have been killed," your voice was soft but full of emotion.
・Sihtric caught your wrist, his blood-stained fingers entwining with yours.
In a voice so wrapped with truth, Sihtric whispered, "I would die for you. Without hesitation. "
・This marriage wasn't duty anymore. Now...it was love.
𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖
“Little Blade” pops up during training sessions or when you sass him.
“Mine” is possessive, intense, and usually slips out during high-stakes moments.
“Angel” when he’s overwhelmed with how much he adores you.
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
Madly In Love (Sihtric) x Ridiculously Oblivious (You)
Sun (You) x Moon (Him)
Always Bringing Them Rocks They Think They Would Like (You) x Keeps The Rocks (Him)
Places His Wife Above Everyone
𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
Healing and Redemption
Unbreakable Bond
Emotional Intimacy
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
Me and Your Mama by Childish Gambino
Sex On Fire by Midnite String Quartet
Fire In The Water by Feist
𝑶𝒔𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒉
“You make me brave. Brave enough to be yours.”
・The marriage was to save your life. Many Saxons wanted you dead, but a marriage to a religious Saxon meant you'd be safe.
・Early on in the marriage Osferth would blush at everything you did. From compliments to teasing, he was constantly red-faced.
・But as your time together grew, he started seeking out those moments.
・Even though he’s usually mild-mannered, if anyone speaks poorly of you, Osferth is the first to step up; sword in hand, voice shaking, but unwilling to step down.
・Osferth would give you thoughtful gifts. Small items like a bunch of wildflowers, a smooth stone, etc. But never admitting they’re from him.
“She’s just being friendly. That’s what this is… right?” (As he turns red after you compliment his sword-fighting.)
・Both of you faced your feelings when he thought he lost you.
・It was after a battle; a close one where you all were separated from each other. You were missing for a few hours, and Osferth had been searching unrelentlessly.
・With each moment his panic had risen. His heart beating so fast he thought he might die.
・But he did find you. You were unconscius but alive.
・Osferth cradled you, tears in his eyes while whispering his feelings:
“Please, don’t go. I… I love you. I should have said it before.”
・You stirred at his words, opening your eyes, smiling lightly.
・Blinking slowly, you hummed. Moving to hold onto his arm.
"I love you too."
𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖
“Sweetheart” is his everyday term — filled with gentle love.
“Dearest” slips out when he’s overwhelmed with love — often in moments of shyness or soft confessions.
“Braveheart” is used when he’s overwhelmed by your strength, often after emotional or dangerous moments.
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
He Confessed His Love When Thinking You Were Unconscious
Black Cat (You) x Golden Retriever (Osferth)
Menace To Society (You) x Living Moral Compass (Osferth)
Places His Wife Above Everyone
𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆
Trust and Dependence
Intertwined Destinies
Love Conquers All
𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈
Running Up That Hill by Kate Bush
The Train by James Newton Howard
Let The Light In by Lana Del Rey
𝑺𝒊𝒈𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒈𝒈𝒓
“I would follow you to the ends of the earth—because without you, none of this matters.”
・There was constant tension whenever you were around Sigtryggr.
・He rarely spoke to you in the early days of your marriage.
・Seeing it only as a way for him to gain more power
・And in return, your family would be safe - your village, kingdom, would not be harmed by any Dane.
・You kept your own beliefs and wore your traditional family clothes, even though you did not know when you would see your family again.
“She talks too much… but I don’t want her to stop.”
・Watches you when he thinks you aren’t looking.
・His stoic exterior hides it, but he studies you. Including how you smile, how you move, how you speak.
・Sigtryggr knows what your favourite colour is, what you like to do with your time - all because he notices things. And he wants to know more about you.
・He lets you in; allows you to see glimpses of his vulnerable self.
・He shares stories of his past, things he’s done, things he regrets and waits to see if you’ll turn away. You never do.
・And in a world where he controls everything...he lets you make decisions. E.g., about where to travel, what to eat. He values your opinion.
・When both of your feelings were revealed, it was during a difficult situation.
・You had confronted him after a harsh decision in battle. He had executed someone who defied him.
・It shocked you. But ... you understood. Traitors had to be punished, maybe he went a bit far this time but you understood.
・In the comfort and seclusion of your shared bedroom, you spoke your thoughts.
"Don't you think that was a bit ... brutal? I mean, yes he was a ... traitor but you could have done anything else-"
"I know you think I'm a monster," he replies, his voice low. He wasn't facing you, almost as if he wouldn't. Or couldn't.
"A monster?" You replied, shocked.
"Yes! Do you think I wanted this? To be this man?" His words came out like venom.
You soften, and step closer, "No. No, you aren't a monster. Sigtryggr, I have seen the good in you!
His gaze turns to you, utterly and completely. Gently taking a hold of your wrist, voice low and vulnerable: “I’ve done terrible things… but I would burn the world for you.”
・No more pretending. You had the realisation that...he is completely, undeniably yours.
𝑵𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖
“Beloved” used during rare, emotionally charged moments e.g., after a battle, during confessions, or when you’re vulnerable together.
“My Flame” is used when there's passionate, heated arguments or intimate moments.
“Little Chaos” he calls you this when you’re being unpredictable or teasing him.
𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔
Soulmates
"I've done terrible things in the past" (Sig) x "All i care about is who you are in the present" (You)
The Hyperactive (You) x The Unheeded Voice of Reason (Sig)
Authors note: based on this request from my dear @little-diable Thank you, love, for popping in 💖 and sorry it took me so long to get to it. 🙈
Warnings: SMUT 18+ Plot? Never heard of it. Just pure filth and I must say I thoroughly enjoyed writing it.
Word Count: 1,9 K
Summary: two handsome warriors and a girl that is brave enough to dream.
You weren’t quite sure how you’d ended up here.
Here being pinned between two broad chests, two mouths trailing down your throat in a wave of heat and breath, two sets of hands roaming your body, kneading your breasts and cupping your arse as if they belonged to them.
It all had started as a tease, a dare traded between a few cups of ale on a warm evening.
“Come on, aren’t you curious? the Irishman had murmured and leaned in closer as if preparing to share some secret. “Wouldn’t you want to try? Just a one time thing.”
His beard had tickled your skin as he whispered in your ear and you couldn’t stop a warm and breathy giggle. Finan was the bolder of the two where women were concerned. That much you’d already learned.
Sihtric had shifted closer, just enough that his knee pressed lightly against yours in a careful and asking touch. “We’ll go slow,” he had said. “We’ll ask. You can stop us whenever you want.”
It wasn’t often your little village played host to men like them. Spring had come soaked with rain, and the river had swollen with its normally drowsy and slow current so fierce now that it had swallowed every crossing beneath its brown, cold churn.
There was simply no getting over it for now, meaning a week’s delay at least, maybe more, but turning back to look for another route would cost even longer, especially as the travellers had brought word that the bridge by Lindisfarne had been also washed away, leaving Lord Uhtred and his men stranded in the middle of nowhere, or, more precisely, in your God-forsaken village.
“I… I don’t know,” you had murmured, looking from one man to another as you drew your bottom lip between your teeth. “I have never done anything like that. ”
And God forgive, they were both beautiful, broad-shouldered, tall, muscle shifting beneath the straps and plates of their leather armour whenever they moved.
Life had long taught you to take what it offered and make the best out of it, and right now it was offering you two handsome warriors that had been showering you with attention for days and you didn’t give a damn about the sulky looks your betrothed, the miller's son, were casting your way, as you sat giggling between the two gorgeous warriors.
He was your fathers choice, not yours, besides, you’d seen what he was made of.
Only yesterday you’d caught him rutting the blacksmith’s daughter in the little barn behind the stables, and still your father hadn’t even bothered to call the betrothal off.
So it was no coincidence that you were wearing your best dress tonight, the deep green one you usually saved for market days and rare feasts, the one with the brave neckline and the corset that lifted your breasts.
You had dreamt often enough about someone like them, a prince on a white horse, strong and beautiful, that would fall in love with you from the first sight, sweep you up and ride you far away from this place.
You knew it was a foolish dream, there were no princes on white horses in this world, and you had no doubt what this was: a game, a stolen night, a dream.
As much as you ached to leave this small village and your unworthy moron of a future husband behind and see at least a glimpse of the big wide world, you also knew the truth – these warriors were going to move on, and in the next village fresh lashes will flutter and sweeter smiles will greet them, and they will forget your name before the moon turned.
And yet you were here, in the small room above the alehouse, pressed between their bodies with Finan’s fingers twisting your hardened nipples and Sihtric’s broad chest and steel hard abs running all along your spine and, God forgive, you didn’t want to be anywhere else.
“Look at these perfect lips, Sihtric,” Finan drawled, thumb ghosting the corner of your mouth. Your lips parted on their own without a single word from him, closing around his thumb.
They had taken their time to free you from your dress, slow and teasing, kisses trailing your skin, rough but gentle fingers running along the lines of your body as if unwrapping a precious gift, chipping away every last remnant of doubt.
By the time they were done undressing you, your whole body felt on fire, legs shaky and eyes heavy and half lid, nothing but heat and pure want cursing through your veins.
Sihtric’s large palms on your hips pulled your arse firmly against his hard cock, while Finan’s free hand fondled your breast, thumb brushing and circling your hardened nub.
You felt Sihtric’s calloused fingers slide over your belly in an unhurried trail and dip down into your pulsing core, the first teasing brush against your perl, sending sparks all over your body.
You moaned around Finan’s thumb, the sound muffled and needy, and rolled your hips back against Sihtric’s crotch.
Finan made an appreciative sound, eyebrows lifting in warm delight. He leaned in, ran his tongue over your nipple and pulled it in his mouth, sucking hard on it.
“Oh God,” you mewled from the rush of heat rolling over you.
“That’s our girl, our sweet beautiful girl,” Finan murmured, pulling his thumb free with a wet pop and trailing the glistening digit down the centre of your throat, pressing lightly just over your racing pulse.
Sihtric’s gaze slid down to your plush, parted and slightly trembling lips.
“You want more than his finger in that pretty mouth, don’t you?” Sihtric asked, his fingers slipped deeper, two of them finally, notching at your entrance and sliding inside you. You cried out, walls fluttering hard around the sudden intrusion.
Your head snapped back against Sihtric’s shoulder, pathetic little wines rolling over your lips as your hips danced, chasing the delicious friction. Every breath came shallow, every nerve singing where their hands and bodies touched you.
“Do you want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, while Finan takes care of your cunt?” Sihtric’s other hand slid down to palm the full curve of your ass, kneading, spreading you slightly against his cock. “Is that what you want?”
“Say it,” Finan murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Tell him what you want, love. He’s been staring at that mouth for days like a starving man.”
You just nodded, fast and frantic. The image alone, Sihtric’s words conjured in your head was enough to almost push you over the edge. Your thoughts were slowly dissolving in the heat of their bodies, you could feel both their heartbeats, one fast and eager against your chest, the other heavy and controlled at your back and the last coherent thought you had was that if there was heaven on earth this was how it was supposed to feel.
A moment later you found yourself in bed on your hands and knees with Sihtric before you, cock flushed dark and weeping at the tip. He wrapped one hand around the base and angled himself toward your mouth.
You felt Finan behind you, hands roaming, cupping your breasts, pinching your nipples, then sliding to your ass.
“Spread your legs for me, sweet thing,” he commanded and you did, shakily widening your stance until you felt the thick head of him slide along your slick folds, coating himself in you, teasing the swollen entrance until your hips jerked backward on instinct.
“Ready for me?” he asked.
“Yes…” you breathed. “ Yes… please….”
“Christ almighty, you’re so perfect,” Finan rumbled, as he notched himself at your opening and began to push inside, slow, inexorable, stretching you open inch by thick inch. You cried out, the sound raw and broken.
“God,” Finan hissed against your neck, hips rolling in a shallow thrust that seated him deeper. “So tight. So wet. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
Another thrust and he filled you completely, hips flush to your ass, every ridge and vein of him pressed inside where you’d ached for it.
Sihtric watched every second of it.
He reached down, fingers threading into your hair as he guided your mouth closer to him.
“Open,” he said quietly the same moment as Finan pulled out and thrust hard back into you. Your lips parted on a moan and he slid in.
They found a rhythm almost immediately.
Finan’s thrusts were long, deliberate, dragging almost all the way out before sinking back in with a loud slap against your arse that echoed in the room. Each forward roll of his hips pushed you further onto Sihtric’s cock, forcing you to take him deeper, to swallow around him until tears pricked the corners of your eyes and your moans became choked, desperate little sounds.
You felt their hands everywhere – Finan’s on your hips, pulling you back and forth along the length of his cock; Sihtric’s in your hair, holding your head steady as he rocked deeper into your mouth.
“Look at her,” Finan panted, voice wrecked. “Taking us both so well.”
You were already completely lost in it, in the rhythm, in the pleasure, in the way they both claimed, owned and devoured you.
The pleasure built so fast you had not the slightest chance to prolong it, your body bowed between them, thighs shaking, every nerve singing at the relentless drag of Finan’s cock inside you, pushing you higher and higher.
Sihtric’s control was also fraying, you could feel it in the way his fingers tightened in your hair, the way his breathing turned ragged, the way his hips began to move with less restraint, fucking your mouth faster and harder.
“Let it go, love, we got you,” Finan’s deep rumbling voice was the last thing you heard before you shattered.
The climax ripped through you like summer lightning, white-hot and blinding. You screamed around the cock in your mouth, the sound muffled and desperate, body locking and walls clamping down around Finan. Your knees buckled and only their hands and bodies kept you upright.
Sihtric’s rhythm faltered next, his hips stuttered and with a strangled groan he spilled down your throat in hot pulsing waves.
Finan followed seconds later, burying himself deep with a broken moan, you felt him flooding your insides pulse after shuddering pulse.
They held you there between them as you trembled through the aftershocks, Finan’s arms around your waist, Sihtric’s hand in your hair, thumb stroking your cheek, and when they finally eased out you collapsed forward into Sihtric’s waiting arms.
“Still breathing?” Finan teased, voice wrecked.
You laughed weakly and hoarse. “Think so.”
“Good girl,” he murmured and the praise hit you like a hot wave. “Because this was just the start, sweetheart.”
“I thought you said it was a one-time thing?” you choked out between panting breaths.
“Oh no, love.” Finan drawled, pressing a kiss to your shoulder blades. “You’re far too perfect for us to let you go. You’re ours now.”
“If you want it,” Sihtric added quickly, tipping your chin up and brushing a soft, careful kiss over your swollen lips, and his eyes were almost pleading. “Only if you want it.”
There are princes on white horses, you thought, half-dazed, as hours later, you laid sore but boneless and satisfied between them. And somehow, you’d ended up with two.
The next day, when the wooden gates closed behind you and Sihtric’s hand reassuringly squeezed yours, you didn’t even turn back. There was nothing you would miss in your old village.
Uhtred had always known he had feelings for you but unfortunately he hadn’t realise the weight those feelings carried until he was taken and sold to the slavers.
Life was less than bleak on the slave ship. His belly was left hungry and his body ached, wishing for the sweet release that death would bring to him. But even when the hunger was too much to bare he thought of only one thing. You. Uhtred made a silent vow to his gods that if they would let him live as a free man once again he would find you and he would take you as his woman.
Finan:~
It was just another average day. Finan was enjoying the peacefulness that life in Coccham brought him. He had headed down to the market to pick up a few things and that’s when it happened.
His eyes landed on you and immediately he felt it. Just seeing you filled him with a strong sense of euphoria and comfort. It was an odd sensation, the mixture of excitement and contentment that you brought to him. He almost felt like he would float away with the delight that swelled in his chest yet he was rooted to the spot as he watched you, unable to pull himself away.
That was when he realised how much he loved you and you were completely unaware of it.
Sihtric:~
The handsome Dane was never short of offers from women to warm his bed. He had a way with women, a charm that seemed to have them lining up at his door wherever he went and he was always eager to perform for them but not tonight.
Sihtric had found himself in a quiet room, behind a locked door with a very busty blonde woman who was more than eager to bed him. She made quick work undoing his belt and pulling down his trousers, wishing to taste the dark headed Dane but he just could not rise to the occasion. This was a first for Sihtric and although he felt a little ashamed and embarrassed all he could think about was you.
He did not want the woman in front of him, he didn’t want any woman in fact. He just wanted you. That’s when he realised that you owned his heart and subsequently his manhood also.
Osferth:~
Osferth did not know what love felt like. Unfortunately he had lived his life without truly ever experiencing it. He was the bastard son of the king, ripped from his mother’s arms and shipped off to a monastery to live as a child god.
Life had been cold for poor Osferth, the only bit of warmth he had ever felt was from you. You were another bastard, born from a noblewoman and a man who was not her husband and much like Osferth you were sent away to prevent your poor parents of looking at the sin they had created.
When Osferth was accepted into the group of men that followed Uhtred he paid his old life no attention, grateful to see it behind him. That was until tonight. As he laid on his makeshift bed on the floor, staring up at the stars as the campfire gave out its last few flames, he found himself craving you and the warmth you had once given him. That’s when he realised he loved you and he always had loved you.
Sigtryggr:~
As Sigtryggr warmed his hands by the fire he couldn’t help but let his gaze wander, immediately finding you. He always seemed to find you.
You were stood with another man, laughing curtly at what he could only presume was a lame joke the man made in an attempt to make you laugh and unfortunately it had worked.
Sigtryggr was normally a very astute man. He was always calm in the face of tricky situations, calculating every move before he made them. Always able to maintain the level head that made him such a formidable warrior but as he watched the man stood in front of you clearly undressing you with his eyes he felt his blood boil. It took all of his willpower to stop himself rushing over and pummelling the fool right infront of you and that’s when he realised that he loved you. You stripped him of his clear mind, making him nothing more than a man in love. A man in love with you.
Edward:~
The prince realised his true feelings for you after his mother handed him a list of what she remarked were “eligible ladies of nobility,”
“Eligible for what?” He asked confused.
“To be your future queen,” she said with a smile.
It should have excited him, the idea of a wife, someone to bare his royal heirs but instead it filled him with a gut wrenching sadness as he realised just exactly how he felt about you.
You had been the woman warming his bed at night and keeping his mind busy with his constant thoughts of you but it was only now that he was told he would be married to another that he realised what you shared was not just lust, he loved you.
i mean look at him he is the definition of ˗ˏˋ aloof ´ˎ˗
no but he would actually go above and beyond to win back your good graces
he'd probably do something objectively sweet that ends up making it even worse
like pick you flowers but it's really herbs with medicinal components but they ain't ripe yet and now he ruined them so you get even more angry with him
actions speaks louder than words, he knows, but now finan's afraid to do anything
and so he resorts to good old-fashioned begging
when you've been ignoring him for too long he will literally get down at your feet, holding onto your hands like they're his lifeline (and they are) and plead for your forgiveness
it's difficult to continue being harsh after those glossy, brown eyes blink up at you
osferth
thank the sweet lord baby jesus osferth is so good
no diggity he'll look at you with those puppy dog orbs the moment you snap at him
and he's like extremely careful, hesitating: "you all right, luv?"
and you know if you look at him, you might actually forget what made you mad
so you don't and resume i don't know chopping fucking carrots or some medieval shit
"i'm fine," you hiss, clearly not fine
he's a sniffling lil bitch i just know it
he'll weep cause oh no he did something to upset and he can't live without you
he'll accept your words tho cause he's afraid to poke the bear
and the next time you snap at him he'll try again and it'll go on like that until you accidentally look at that sad baby face and you melt, finally letting him hold you
obviously, he's impossible to stay mad at
sihtric
ugh so attentive it's literally unnerving
sihtric would know the exact moment something in the air shifted
he will quietly try to right his wrongs cause while he's more closed off than the rest of the gang, he's also the biggest simp
he's gonna take his sweet time making it up to you, being annoyingly sweet which quite frankly only upsets you further cause he's making it impossible to stay mad at him
him seeking forgiveness is doing everything for you
he's gonna hold the door for you; do the laundry; cook your favorite foods; tend to the children; get firewood and, water, anything
he becomes so insanely touch-starved when you refuse to give him attention. and frankly you enjoy seeing him like this, all whiny and needy when you go to bed, tucked on your side with your back to him
he wants nothing but to hold you close and have you acknowledge him, but he'd never force you to do anything you didn't want to; however, the thought that you don't want him anymore is too much to keep in his already spiraling mind
"please, my love... talk to me," he pleads softly, his large palm lying open on the space between you.
he's never been one to wear his heart on his sleeve, but for you he will do anything until you forgive him
uhtred
oh my days i love him but i would probably kill this fucker
the second uhtred realizes you're angry with him (which well it's probs very obvious cause you scream at him before storming out) he's just like: "meh, you'll come back."
and you love him, of course you'll come back, but he's still waiting days later and hasn't heart a peep from you
he's so damn frustrating when he's always thinking his charms will draw you back to him, that he can do anything he desires without any regard to how anyone may feel
but when he sees you with another man he gets pissed
like certified missy prissy pissed
you're nothing exclusive but that doesn't mean he wanna see you with anyone else, and he'll try to make you jealous, foolishly thinking that's what you're doing
when in reality you're literally just taking the time to kindly let down another man, having realized you don't want to be with anyone but uhtred
you're not sure whether you're supposed to be angry or hurt, but when you confront him about him making a fool of you for blatantly flirting with another woman in front of all his men, he gets defensive
he'll definitely make the "but you started!"-kinda argument, but when you explain it to him, he wants wants the ground to swallow him
and then the whole "i'm an arse and i don't deserve you" and he'll probably ask you to be his wife cause damn this bitch loves getting married
You’re definitely a girl from humble beginnings like you were forced to be a nun then became friends with Hild humble.
Hild got Untred to convince King Alfred to take you on as Aethelflaed’s handmaiden, which wasn’t hard because Aelswith valued that you were once a nun assuming you were still a godly and good influence.
That assumption ended the day you decided to marry Finan for her.
You had some skills in nursing, so you were recruited to go with Ragnar, Brida, and Hild to save Uhtred from his captures.
When you found Untried in chains you, your eyes met with Finan’s and while you scanned him for all his wounds, he took in every detail of you in awe.
He jokes that it was because he hadn’t seen a woman in such a long time, but no he was smitten with you from the moment you hovered over him with such care.
His sweet healing angel he calls you after every battle as you clean his wounds even if it’s just a splinter needing to be taken out.
Now this Scottish bear-like man is very protective of his innocent fawn like wife.
Finan refuses to let you lift anything too heavy; he will let you attempt it for a good laugh but end up gently pushing you to the side to do it for you.
He has a sixth sense for if a man who isn’t his friend is near you as you are a very pretty girl so he has threatened and bruised a few men who dare to offer you even a smile.
God forbid if they disrespect you in any way because this man would really slay a man for such a thing.
Yes, expect constant teasing from this man especially in public.
There is never a day you don’t have red cheeks (both top and bottom) with Finan.
He will refer to you as HIS woman, HIS wife, HIS love, HIS fawn, or HIS angel because of how much pride he has in calling you his person to have been at his side until death.
Honestly, he would probably search the underworld for you to be beside him again.
He once admitted to you being his angel due to the fact that you send him to heaven every night in front of the boys and you almost died of embarrassment.
Whenever you get pouty over the embarrassing things he says, he’ll try consoling you with small kisses peppered along your burning face.
This man can also never keep his hands to himself.
Whether it’s a hand on your hip or lower back, fingers on the nip of your neck or along your collarbone or having you seated on his lap, Finan needs to feel you are there.
You give into you most of the time without protest because you love him but you do have your moments of teasing your husband to not let him have all the fun:
“Y/N, give Skade your horse.” Uhtred orders, already handing over your horse to the blonde witch.
You squint your eyes at him in question, “My horse? Then who will I be riding with?”
“You will be riding with Finan.” He says like it’s the most obvious answer. To which it is the obvious answer because even with your own horse Finan had a habit of dragging you to sit with him on his.
“I can’t go with him.” You huff, crossing your arms in a stubborn manner. The men looked at you quizzically and Finan gasps in offense.
“What do you mean, woman? I’m yer husband. Who else are you going to ride with if not me?”
Ignoring him, you kept your eyes on Uhtred. “Lord, might I request to ride with Osferth?”
“Osferth is not your husband.” Uhtred smirks, seeing your game.
“Yea’! I’m yer husband!” Finan interrupts loudly, not appreciating how you ignored him. “Why would you want to be with that baby monk?” He glares over at the younger boy who smiles back timidly, not knowing why he was involved in this situation.
“Because you seek to hump every moment I am close to you.” You deadpan at the look of pride that lit his features. “Sometimes a girl just wants a less bumpy trip.”
He rolls his eyes at your stubbornness knowing you were still embarrassed and mad by the fact he was bragging to others about the night you two had a few moons ago. It’s not his fault, it’s your fault for becoming something so deep to him that sings of praise burst from him. “Just get your beautiful arse up on my horse, love.”
“Fine.” You sigh. You go to pull yourself behind him, but release a surprised squeal at how he lifts you under your armpits with his large hands to place you in front of him.
“See. It’s not that hard.” He whispers in your ear, holding you tightly to his chest. He scoots you closer to him to cage you in, but it causes you to accidentally grind against him and that’s all he needs for something down below to be hard.
“God Finan! Already?”
“Sorry all this talk of riding got to me.” He chuckles, kissing the crown of your head from behind. “Looks like it’ll be a bumpy road to travel after all, angel.”
