⤷ 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)
I can't decide who I wanna write about so here we are
CW: 18+ content, male anal play for the first time, fingering, eating out, pegging, shame about liking it
Male subs who would be described as "manly men". They conform to the stereotype of men being strong caretakers and have sculpted their bodies to fit this mold
Male subs who already feel a tinge of shame about being a sub, and refuses to use that word
Male subs who absolutely refuse to do anal play. Why would a man have anything up his ass? Yeah, it's something that he keeps thinking about, but he'd never do it
Male subs having dreams about you having your way with him, which leads to him waking up with a boner he refuses to touch. He can't accept that would get him hard. What was his problem? It'd pass, surely.
Male subs who let their fingers slowly slide down their bodies as they bathe. Maybe if he just rubbed the rim of his hole a bit, he'd realize how gross it was and all these dreams would go away
Male subs spreading their ass apart with one hand while the pointer finger of his other slowly rubs his hole, light as a feather. His breath hitches at the sudden touch. It doesn't feel gross, or like something he should be ashamed of.
Male subs who bite down on their bottom lip as he applies more pressure. Was it supposed to feel this good? Did every other man put on this act about being manly while grinding their ass back against their fingers in private?
Male subs who don't let themselves cum, but can't get that day out of their head. They tug on their dick when you're gone, pathetic whines leaving their lips as they imagine you fingering them. They were going crazy. Their balls were heavy, begging for a release he denied himself because of the thoughts that caused that heaviness
Male subs who try to ignore it until one day he cracks. His hand trails down to that forbidden area again
Male subs getting caught by you. He panics, expecting judgment, but instead you soothe him and softly kiss down his body. He can feel himself let out a sigh of relief at how tender and soft you are with him
Male subs who's back arches the moment your tongue presses against his hole. You take your time with him, slowly lapping at his spot. He nearly screams when he feels the tip of your tongue enter him. "That feels..." extraordinary yet forbidden. He could tell you to stop. He knows you would. But how could he possibly ask you to stop when that knot inside his belly was becoming tighter and tighter? "Keep going, please. Can I get your fingers too? Just- I need everything. I can take it".
Male subs who can't help the noises that come out his mouth no matter how hard he tries. He bites his lip, he slaps his hand over his mouth, he tries to will himself to stay quiet. It all fails. His legs over your shoulders feel foreign, but comfortable. Your entire tongue in his ass feels strange, but amazing. Your fingers are the cherry on top. He can't even get out the words "I'm cumming" before the wave crashes into him, harsh but beautiful.
Male subs who try to explain that they're straight while out of breath, until you shush them and say this doesn't make them any less of a man. You kiss his thighs gently, and it brings him this sense of peace he can't quite describe. This comfortability. This safety net. He feels safe enough to ask you to go again and again and again, until he's properly exhausted by the end
Male subs who trail behind you after this. Usually, he has no problem asking for what he wants. This however, makes him nervous. But you always know what he wants, which leads to him being bent over random pieces of furniture, legs shaking, tongue lolling out his mouth as pants come out
Male subs who feel immense shame at the thought of you fucking him with a fake penis, but ends up face down, ass up, anyway
Male subs who can slowly but surely feel all that shame slide off their back when they realize just how good it feels because fuck, you prepped him so nice, and your hands feel soft yet firm on his hips, and the actual feel of your "dick" inside him make his eyes roll back and his arms go weak
Male subs who know they're being far too loud. He knows the other men nearby can hear him. He should try to quiet down, but he doesn't. He can't.
Male subs with tears falling down his face. How could this be forbidden if it felt like this?
"Yesyesyesyes! Ugh, fuck me like you mean it! Make me take it! You're making me feel so good!"
Male subs who reach a hand around so he can spread himself more for you. His dick lays neglected between his legs. He should feel disgusted for letting you do something so vile to him, but he keeps begging for you to keep going. He'll do anything. He'll let you fuck him outside in front of everyone as long as you fuck him until he can't breathe. Please, use him like some whore. Make him feel how you feel on days when he's pounding into you and your nails are scratching his back
Male subs who can't remember their names after you fuck every bit of cum out of him
Male subs who go from never entertaining the idea of something entering him, to now being willing to beg for you to fuck him anytime and anywhere
Sihtric Kjartansson, Uhtred Ragnarsson, Finan the Agile, Osferth (the gang is all here😀🤞🏾), Gwayne Hightower, Tomas Vrbada, Kuai Liang, Bi-Han, Shang Tsung, Elias Moore, Elijah Moore (pls listen to me), more ppl added later maybe
Summery: Osferth thinks himself unworthy of a wife and children. He is a bastard after all. What can he give a woman except shame?
Words: ~1K
A/N: This was originally for this years @hotd-bigbang Prompt Fest. But it turned out too short. Now I am posting it independently.
The prompt was “It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.”
“It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.”
That was what Osferth had always heard growing up in the monastery. He had stood in at so many weddings beside the bishop. As an acolyte, he never understood the rich lords’ needs for a wife. Never understood the young couples looking at each other—so in love.
He never understood the words truly.
But later in his life he found the true meaning. And now he believed those cursed words more than ever. He saw his lord and friends take wives, build homes. His desire for love, a home and to build—something to last for his family, it grew every day.
You needed money, a small patch of land, and an estate in order to have a wife. The recipe of a fulfilled life. That was what he told himself.
But he had nothing—no land to call his own, no field to cultivate, and only a small pouch at his belt filled with a few silver and copper coins.
In his eyes, it was nothing.
There was a celebration going on in the great hall. He couldn’t remember what Sihtric had said. Maybe something about a Danish god of light. He sadly didn’t remember. Something about giving thanks, which was all he remembered.
He sat in his lord’s hall, watching her—the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.
Her laugh was pure and sweet, like church bells after a Sunday mass. Her eyes sparkled like crystal-clear water. He wanted to sink into them and drown helplessly.
But he had no house, no land, and certainly no money.
He was Osferth, bastard of King Alfred the Great. A warrior monk serving under his lord Uthred of Bebbenburg.
He laughed humourlessly under his breath. A bastard of noble birth and a sell sword.
“Are you alright, Osferth?” The sweet voice pulled him out of his dark thoughts.
He jumped and looked up to see her. A smile adorning her face, her hair framing it. “Ye-yes, of course.” He cursed himself for the trembling in his voice.
No land, no estate, no money—and now no steady voice, either, he thought bitterly, wanting to flog himself.
She sat beside him. Blood rushed to his cheeks as their shoulders brushed. “You shouldn’t be alone at such a monumental festivity as the summer solstice,” she murmured softly. Her smile made his heartbeat unbelievably fast.
“The others have gone to the bonfire. Their wives pulled them away to dance,” he mumbled shyly.
She nodded thoughtfully. “Have you ever thought of taking a wife of your own?”
He nearly spat out his ale. Yes, he thought. You. I want you as my wife.
“No, it is not my desire. Besides, I would not want to burden any woman with my bastard seed. My children would always be known as the children of Alfred the Great’s bastard.” He spoke bitterly, not meeting her softened eyes.
Because if he did, he would see pity there—the same look everyone gave him. The poor bastard monk. Osferth the discarded son.
But when he dared glance at her, he saw no pity. Only a warm smile, eyes shining like a clear stream, welcoming and kind.
“But what if there are some people who see only Osferth? Simply Osferth.” She smiled.
His heart fluttered, his eyes wide in surprise. Did such people truly exist? Was she thinking like this?! Was she one of the few people who saw him as simply Osferth?
His hands trembled softly. “You must introduce me to them then, for I cannot imagine they exist.” He spoke bitterly, taking a large gulp of his drink.
She suddenly rose and walked away from the table.
Osferth watched in confusion as she made her way through the crowded hall, then returned.
Her grin was intoxicating. “You must be Osferth—one of Lord Uhtred’s great warriors?” She held out her hand, introducing herself. “It is a pleasure to finally meet you.”
His heart nearly gave out. Heat burned beneath his skin as blood rushed to his face. She introduced a person who only saw him.
“Yes, I—I’m Osferth, my lady,” he stammered, eyes wide. “Simply Osferth. I am no great fighter,” he mumbled under his breath. He forgot for a moment they already met. Her beauty made him forget everything.
But she heard him. “Nonsense! I’ve heard of your heroics. They say your swordsmanship is impressive, rivalling even some of the Danish warriors.”
Osferth prayed for the ground to open and swallow him whole. He felt as if he were burning from the inside out. How did he deserve such a divine creature? To bask in the presence of such a fine and kind woman.
“My lady, I must be blessed by God. You-you are the kindest soul this earth has seen. And I am but an unworthy sinner honoured to bask in your presence.”
He nearly fell to his knees in front of her. Her giggle was his undoing.
God must have a plan for him. He was sure of it.
He held her steady. Her thighs in his calloused hands as he moved above her. Her sweet sounds drifting into his ears.
His face was in her neck. Panting against her damp, sweet smelling skin.
“Is this alright?” He kissed her skin up to her jaw. Looking down at her blissed-out face. She could only nod. Her hands fisted in his hair.
He grunted, his hips moving faster. “How long do we have?” He whispered. Kissing her jaw down to the spot behind her ear. His fingers trailing down her bodice, over her bunched up skirts before they finally reached the destination between her legs.
“Minutes.” She panted. Looking to the side, out the ajar door. Osferth followed her gaze. “You think he wakes?” She shook her head. “You powered him out by carrying him all over the village and showing him everything.
Osferth grinned. His hips rolling into hers faster. “I want my boy to see the world!”
She giggled. “Our son is only a year old and can only say Mama, Papa and make a distinguished noise when he wants food.”
Her eyes went back to him. Her smile was bright; it nearly made him stop making love to her. But then she squeezed around him. A low groan escaped his throat. “Woman, do you want to kill me!” She grinned. “No, I want you to finish.” She teasingly whispered, softly kissing him.
It wasn't long before he groaned into her lips. He held her close to him. Savouring his wife's body heat.
“God has blessed me.” He mumbled softly against her skin. “You are my greatest treasure. And our son is my guiding light.”
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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
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.
Pairing: Osferth (The Last Kingdom) x f!reader
Warnings: Smut.
Word count: ~3k
Summary: Osferth is keen to sate curiosity when questions are raised as to why he has women fighting over him.
Author's note: Day eleven of Smuffmas - party and position changes. No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.
She was exhausted, and hot. It was a chilly winter’s evening, and yet her skin felt clammy. The air in the tavern hung humid and heavy, the place more crowded than it had ever been. Loud cheers, laughter and the crash of wooden flagons being knocked together in joyous toasting filled the space, the cacophony of it all so loud that she could scarce hear the shouts for more ale that rang out in chorus each time a group had drained their mugs.
Her tired feet carried her ceaselessly from behind the bar and back again each time she emptied her jug and needed to refill it from the cask. The flagstone floor was sticky underfoot, and she had to be careful not to add to the mess by spilling what she carried, as the shoulders of revellers jostled her while she worked her way through the crowd, refilling and topping off the drinks of those that held their cups out to her. She did not mind though, they had every reason to celebrate; Wintanceaster had achieved victory that day against the Danes. With the aid of Uhtred and his men, the city had been defended from invading forces. The battle had been fierce, yet those that had taken up arms against the Danes had fought bravely, cutting down the opposition and causing what little remained to retreat. Wintanceaster was safe once more.
Everyone present was eager to toast to Uhtred, to thank him for his help, and congratulate him for how valiantly he fought, yet it was another person entirely who captured her attention. Osferth, a warrior monk who had pledged his loyalty to Uhtred, fighting alongside him and his men – ordinarily, he wasn’t a man she would have looked twice at, yet tonight she could not keep her eyes off of him. Two days previous, she had witnessed two women fighting viciously over him, to the point that his lord had had to step in to separate them. She could understand such jealousy being expressed over Uhtred, Finan or Sihtric; they were surly, confident, everything one would expect when envisioning bravery and heroism. Osferth, though he stood at least a head taller than the three men he travelled with, was wiry, his demeanour timid and apologetic.
She was desperately curious about him and, without even being conscious of it, her eyes sought him out each time she made a pass of the room. He was lost in merriment, laughing and joking with Finan, slopping ale onto the floor each time he raised his drink. Perhaps she would never know precisely why he inspired such feelings of jealousy from other women, at least not from simply looking at him anyway.
“I need some air, will you be alright for a moment?” she asked the other barmaid, shouting to be heard over the noise, as she placed her empty jug back upon the bar.
The older woman nodded. “Go on, can’t have you fainting on me. Don’t be long though, they’re a rowdy bunch tonight.”
The bite of the crisp night air made her skin prickle as she pushed outside, rapidly cooling her sweat-dampened skin and making her shiver. It was refreshing. She leaned back against the rough stone wall of the tavern, the noise inside muffled to a dull hum as the wooden door thumped heavily closed behind her. She huffed a sigh, her breath puffing out into a white cloud against the inky black night sky.
A burst of the din from the tavern startled her as the door swung open again, quieting as quickly as it had come as the person who had stepped out gently pushed it closed. She looked over, her lips parting in shock as she saw Osferth, moving to lean his back against the wall on the other side of the door, next to her. She masked her surprise, offering him a tight lipped, polite smile in greeting, before looking away again.
“Are you alright, lady?” he asked her softly, a hint of concern in his voice.
“Mmm,” she affirmed quietly, smoothing her hands over the white apron that was tied around the waist of her linen dress. She kept her eyes fixed upon the ground, “it is warm inside. I just needed a moment to breathe.”
“Me too,” he replied, “I don’t think I have ever drank so much ale…may I…ask you something?”
She lifted her eyes to meet his, not moving her head as she cast him a playful sideways look and a smirk. “You already have.”
Osferth grinned, bowing his head as his eyes crinkled in amusement, and she lifted her face fully to watch him. “Yes, I suppose I have. But–” he turned fully to face her as he tucked his hands inside of the brown leather breastplate that he wore over his robes, “I have noticed you staring at me tonight, lady. May I ask why?”
Turning to face him too, she leaned her shoulder against the wall, her fingers fidgeting nervously with her apron. She didn’t want to tell him the real reason why, it was gossipy and impolite. “You fought bravely today, surely that is deserving of admiration?”
She watched his cheeks flush pink in the pale moonlight, as he looked through the window of the tavern, the soft glow of the lamplight inside illuminating the sharpness of his profile. He was quite beautiful to look at, she decided, as she studied the sharpness of his profile; an aquiline nose, strong jaw and high cheekbones.
He offered her a shy smile as he looked back at her. “It is my lord, Uhtred, who is deserving of your praise. Most do not even know my name.”
“You are Osferth, are you not?”
His eyebrows raised slightly as his lips parted in surprise. “I am,” he answered, pulling his hands free of his breast plate to fold them over his chest as he studied her face. “Might I know your name, lady, and the real reason for your interest in me?”
Her skin grew warm with embarrassment, despite the frost that had begun to settle upon the ground. She told him her name, hesitating before revealing the real reason for why she had been looking at him throughout the evening. “I saw those women fighting over you the other day, and I was curious about it. Forgive me, it is not my place to wonder. I should get back inside, I have been gone too long.”
Without another word or a glance back, she pulled the door open, enveloped in heat once more as she weaved her way back to the bar. She concentrated on keeping the ale flowing for the rest of the night, doing her best to keep both her mind and her eyes off of Osferth.
By the time the tavern closed for the evening, her body was practically crying out for the comfort of her bed and, thankfully, she did not have far to go. Her job included lodging – a small room located above the tavern, accessible from the outside of the building by stairs located at the back.
As she rounded the corner of the building, headed for the back of it, she gasped as she felt a hand grasp the top of her arm, accompanied by a soft whisper of her name. Heart hammering wildly and eyes wide with fright, she rounded on her assailant, preparing to defend herself against the worst.
She relaxed considerably as she stared up into the face of Osferth. He quickly let go of her arm, stepping back as he saw her fearful reaction. “Forgive me, I did not mean to frighten you.”
His eyes were unfocused, his posture suggestive of a state of drunkenness that he had not been affected by when she had spoken to him earlier; he swayed slightly upon his feet, his posture not as rigid as it had been before. She worried that his group had left him in such a vulnerable state, and wondered if perhaps he had sought her out for help.
“How much ale have you had, Osferth?” she asked softly, gently grasping the leather cuffs that encased his forearms, holding him steady.
He blinked slowly, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he stared fondly down at her. “Enough that I feel no shame for what I am about to ask, and not so much that I will regret it in the morning.”
She furrowed her brow in confusion, tilting her head slightly. “What do you mean?”
He turned his arms in hers, his own fingers gripping her forearms in return. She could feel how cold his fingers were through the sleeves of her dress. “Your question earlier…I should like to sate your curiosity.”
Her skin grew heated with embarrassment at his brazen suggestion, yet the chill of his skin worried her more. “Come, let’s get you inside where it’s warm.”
Osferth trailed after her up the rickety wooden stairs to the room she occupied above the tavern, hovering quietly behind her as her fingers, numb with cold, struggled with the key in the lock. It wasn’t much better once inside, but it was a roof over their heads at least – a roof much closer to Osferth’s head than hers, in fact. She had to stifle a laugh behind her hand, once she had gotten the lamp lit – Osferth stooped within the small place – she had never taken the time to consider his height before, but seeing him dwarf the space around him really emphasised just how tall he was.
She cast her eyes around the modest room, as though seeing it for the first time – the small double bed that was pushed up against the far wall, and the tiny window above it, the chest that sat at the foot ot it, and the rickety table and chair tucked away in the corner, with a cracked and dusty mirror that rested precariously upon the tabletop, alongside the wooden tub that she used for washing.
Looking back at Osferth, her tone was apologetic. “It’s not much, I don’t even have a fireplace, but it’s better than being stuck outside. It was wrong of Uhtred to just leave you like that.”
“I asked him to,” he admitted, as his gaze moved around the room, lingering on each item until he looked upon the bed. “May I?” he gestured towards it, “I’m going to end up bumping my head otherwise.”
She allowed herself to laugh then, and he laughed with her, the drunken haze of his blue eyes shining in the soft lamplight. She simply nodded, gesturing for him to sit on the edge of the bed, before joining him.
“Why did you want Uhtred to leave you?” she asked after a moment, acutely aware of how his thigh pressed against hers as they sat side by side.
“I told you before,” he said, turning slightly so that his body faced her, though he looked at her through his lashes, as his head was bowed, “I wanted to show you why those women fought over me.”
She scoffed in amusement, shaking her head. “That is highly presumptuous of you. What if I had said no?”
“You didn’t though, did you?” he asked, reaching out and gently taking her hand. The contact made her pulse race, but she didn’t pull away.
“It would have been unkind to leave you out in the cold…”
“You could have given me a blanket and allowed me to sleep it off in the tavern,” he reasoned, as his thumb stroked gentle circles against the back of her head, “but you invited me up here. And I think we both know why that is.”
“I just–”
Osferth shook his head as he lifted it, his eyes imploring as they stared into hers. “I was a novice. I know what it is to deny yourself what you desire. I saw that same look in your eyes tonight every time you looked at me. I no longer deny myself, and I don’t think you ought to either.”
Her breath hitched at his words, the weight they carried stirring a nervous fluttering within her. She hadn’t realised it until now, but her grip on his hand was now vicelike. “You’re drunk,” she whispered.
“You are beautiful,” he said sincerely, as his free hand reached up to brush a loose lock of hair behind her ear.
The moment that his lips were upon hers, something inside of her snapped, all restraint and sense of proprietary leaving her. She let go of his hand, both of hers coming to ball into the fabric of his robes not covered by his breastplate as she pulled him close. His nimble fingers tangled into her hair, causing her to moan, allowing his tongue to lick against hers as their kisses grew more urgent, the sticky sound of their saliva and panted breaths filling the small space.
She helped him to disrobe, unbuckling his cuffs and giggling as the straps of his leather armor tugged at his hair as she helped him to pull it over his head. Once both fully undressed, she was scared to look upon his naked form, afraid to let him see her, in case she lost her nerve. Before she had the chance to change her mind, she crawled on all fours onto the bed, presenting herself to him. It was how every other man she had allowed to hump her had taken her, so she didn’t see why Osferth would be any different.
He surprised her when he didn’t immediately grasp her hips and force himself inside of her. His fingertips trailed the length of her spine, making her shiver. She felt the mattress dip as he knelt upon it, leaning over her, his chest against her back as he nuzzled into her neck. No one had ever treated her with such tenderness before, especially not while intoxicated. She turned her face towards his, her heart almost skipping a beat as she saw the soft reverence in his eyes. He pressed a tender kiss to the corner of her mouth as his fingers dipped between her thighs.
His touch was gentle, exploratory. He stroked her in a way that made her ache and throb, gathering arousal from her opening before circling her bud with it. It felt nice to be prepared in this way, no one had ever taken such care with her before. Only when she bucked and mewled under his ministrations, the ache between her legs growing almost intolerable, did he notch the head of his cock against her and press forward. The stretch was slow, but pleasant, the fullness of him inside of her made her push her hips back against him, impatient to feel more of him.
She heard him exhale shakily, before giving her hips a playful squeeze and beginning to thrust into her. It wasn’t hard and fast, as she was used to, he took his time with each pull back and forward motion, as if he was getting to know her body, learning what movements made her whimper and sigh softly in pleasure. When he pulled out altogether, she whined in protest at the loss of him, looking back over her shoulder at him in annoyance. Osferth chuckled softly, before coaxing her onto her back.
“What are you doing?” she asked, feeling prone and exposed in this position. Her eyes raked over him, he was thin, but corded with lithe muscle and small faint scars that covered his torso. His cock stood proud between his legs, flushed at the tip and shiny with her wetness.
He stared at her with similar appreciation as he grasped the base of himself. “I do not wish to rut you like an animal,” he told her. He pushed her thighs apart, leaned down and dragged the flat of his tongue against her dripping sex, making her cry out in surprise. Osferth grinned as his face reappeared from between her thighs, grasping her calves and placing them over his shoulders, before plunging back inside of her.
The angle knocked at a spot inside of her that made her throw her head back, screwing her eyes shut, her legs shaking as his hips started to move again. She clutched the bedsheets to ground herself, her knuckles blanching with the force of her grip.
“There you go,” Osferth whispered breathlessly, holding her legs firmly against his body as he rocked his pelvis, “this is how you should look – worshipped and carefree.”
She dared to open her eyes, lifting her head to look upon the place where their bodies joined. She watched in rapt fascination as he disappeared inside of her, drawing back each time to reveal his glistening shaft and the light thatch of curls that sat at the base of it.
His eyes were hooded as he watched her and he let go of her thighs, allowing her legs to rest of their own accord against his shoulders as one hand moved to tweak one of her nipples into a stiffened peak, while the other snaked between their bodies and began circling her sensitive pearl with his thumb.
“It is too much,” she protested weakly, writhing beneath him, the dual assault on her senses making her feel as though she would lose all control.
“Nothing is too much for you,” Osferth reassured her. The hand upon her breast moved back to her thigh as he turned his head to kiss the inside of her knee. “Almost there, I can feel it.”
She could feel it too. The insistent bullying of his cockhead against her sensitive walls, coupled with the relentless rubbing of his thumb against her swollen bundle of nerves were rapidly tightening the coil in her lower belly. She felt his erection begin to pulse, and the sensation pushed her over the edge. He pulled out as she cried out in ecstasy began to spasm, groaning as he painted her lower belly with pearly ropes of his spend. Their bodies shuddered together, utterly lost in the throes of their shared peak until, finally, Osferth collapsed beside her, panting heavily.
He gathered her against his chest, holding her close, not caring that her skin was sticky with his release, and she couldn’t help the contented smile that spread across her face.
“It has never been like that for me with anyone before,” she confessed quietly.
“Do you feel like you understand now why those women fought over me?” Osferth asked playfully, “if not, I’d be more than happy to show you again.”
She giggled, lightly swatting his chest. “You have certainly proven yourself, though I would never say no to another demonstration.”
summary | Your path crosses with Osferth's once more, who has blossomed into a different man from the last time you saw him. (based on this request.)
pairing | osferth x maid!reader
tags | 18+, MINORS DNI! unprotected sex, public sex, grinding, osferth's not a virgin in this one Lord, fluff (lots of it), sharing an orange is a love language
wordcount | 6.5k
song rec | Would That I - Hozier
note | surprise surprise! here's something with our baby monk (who is looking super fine in that gif)! a certain scene was inspired by ophelia (2018), can you spot which one? :D
likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!
(divider by @saradika-graphics)
You had been helping the young maids put up the freshly washed linens to dry when you were informed of the arrival of some guests. Wiping your wet hands on your apron, you left the girls to welcome the travelers who were to stay in Mildrith’s inn. Passing by some of the other help scurrying around, you keep an eye on their tasks, giving out instructions when you catch something that would not pass your madam’s standards.
An amused scoff left your lips when you reached the front of the house, a familiar group of warriors awaiting you with enthusiastic grins. Uhtred called out your name, greeting you warmly.
“Ah, King Edward’s dashing knights,” you jested, greeting them all with a smile and a nod.
You were only a girl when you first received the pleasure of meeting Uhtred and his group of warriors. Freshly sixteen, Mildrith had taken you under her wing to work as a maid in her husband’s inn. It was the biggest in town and was frequented by most travelers when traveling south, hence the constant need for help within the establishment. In the first months of your position, you had spent many an hour scrubbing floors, cleaning out bed pans, and pouring mead for guests.
It was a couple of months after your assignment that the arrival of the arguably infamous Uhtred of Bebbanburg sparked much excitement within the town, especially in Mildrith’s inn where they were sure to be staying. You watched, wide-eyed, as the Dane and his group strolled through the establishment, carrying such a commanding presence that everyone had stopped to look at them. Behind the group, you noticed a lanky figure trailing behind them, swathed in holy robes, appearing smaller than the rest despite being the tallest.
‘A Christian monk travels with Danes, how odd,’ you thought then.
You remembered his blue eyes, always wide like a frightened doe. It was clear he was barely a warrior, freshly taken under Uhtred’s wing, but you had treated him with no less respect than you did the older men.
He was a boy back then, and now, standing before you, was a man; Osferth was now a seasoned warrior like the rest of them. When his back used to be hunched in insecurity, he now stood tall, chest proud.
“Look at you, baby monk, looks like you’ve grown some hair on your chest," you commented, hand propping up on your hip. His build now filled out the robes nicely, shapely muscles filling in the loose crevices of the garment.
“Ah, he’s grown them alright, even more down his–” Finan began, but a slap on his shoulder from the king’s bastard had him cutting his words short, bellowing in laughter.
“Very nice to see you again, my lady,” Osferth greeted sweetly, giving you a slight nod.
“Sweet as ever,” you cooed, turning to the other men, “unlike some of ya!”
They opened their mouth to protest, but you quickly led them into the inn, ignoring their complaints of faux offense. You led the men to a long table in the dining area, where the afternoon meals were beginning to be served. The group of warriors sat down, weary and starved from their long journey. You called a younger maid to fetch some mead for the guests, before bringing over some bread and stew.
“Looks like Mildrith has you ordering people around now, eh? No more scrubbing floors for you then?” Uhtred mentioned, making you chuckle while pouring the liquor into their cups.
“She has me watch over the newcomers, especially the clumsy ones, but aye, I earned my right to not be cleaning chamberpots now, my lord,” you responded, placing the jug of mead back onto the table. “Doesn’t mean I don’t get my hands dirty now and then!”
You took a seat beside Sihtric when he scooted over for you, urging you to sit with them. There was a reprieve from the ache in your heels, joints relaxing in relief after long hours of being on your feet. You asked the men about their journey, listening in awe at all the battles they fought and the lands they traversed since you last saw them.
“And they hung us upside down from a tree! I mean seriously, they could have just tied us to a trunk and be over with it, but no, they had to dangle us like some roasted pigs!” Finan exclaimed, hands waving wildly at his retelling. A laugh bubbled from your chest, mixing with the deeper chuckles echoing from the table.
Behind you, some stable boys had passed by in search of some mead to cool off after hours in the hot midsummer sun. Spotting a familiar head of dark hair, Uhtred points to Eadric, turning to you.
“Isn’t that…? Call him over, I want to know if he is keeping you happy as a married woman!” He exclaimed in sincerity. Confused, you turned around to who he was pointing at, before pulling down his extended arm before he could call Eadric over.
“Keep it down,” you said in haste, the smile on your face dropping. All four men looked at you in confused concern, looking at you as your gaze dropped to your lap.
“I am not a married woman. Eadric and I, we did not…” you trailed off, shaking your head lightly.
“What?” Uhtred asked in bewilderment, gaze flickering to your former lover who had walked away to return to the stables. “But you both had been so eager to marry!”
“I know, I know. He, uh, he had a change of heart,” you explained, rubbing the back of your neck. They all looked at you in pity, so you plastered a rueful smile on your face, waving it off.
“Tis no matter, we were young, and we were foolish. I-I’ve moved past it, really,” you reassured them.
“If you need us to do anything, just say the word,” Uhtred said, earning a nod from the rest of the group.
“Aye, Sihtric is quite skilled at making things look like an accident,” Finan said lowly, making you giggle as the Dane nodded eagerly. Osferth sat silently, watching the light in your eyes dim at the turn of the conversation.
“Thank you, but there is no need,” you said gratefully. With a deep sigh, you rose from the bench and smoothed out your skirts. “Well, I shall go see that your rooms are ready, and if there is anything you need, you know where to find me,” you told them, before leaving them to their meals. You were unaware of a pair of icy blue eyes following your retreating form as you walked away, busying yourself with your tasks once more.
Before dusk had begun to settle into the horizon, Mildrith had sent you off to gather some greens for supper from the market. You had hurried to old Hilda’s shop, filling your large basket with greens for the stew as well as some potatoes and grain. You all but waddled back to the inn, balancing the heavy basket on your hip, willing yourself not to drop anything into the damp earth on your way back.
“My lady!” A familiar voice called out behind you, making you stop in your tracks. You lifted the basket higher on your hip, keeping a firm hand on the wooden carrier to prevent it from sliding down further. Osferth rushed to you, taking the heavy basket from your hands.
“Let me, please.”
“I do not wish to burden a great warrior with a task so little, Osferth,” you tried to reason, but the monk had already lifted the weight with ease. He smiled at you, shaking his head.
“No great warrior would deny a lady his aid when she needs it, he would be less of a man if he did so,” he explained, walking beside you back to the inn. An amused smile lifted on your lips, turning to look at the taller man beside you. Your eyes studied the shadows the setting sun cast upon his face, now more structured and manly than you had last seen him. The plumpness of youth had melted and given way to a sculptured jaw, an aquiline nose, and pursing lips. His bright blue eyes once shone with exuberant wonder and apprehension now reflected a more mature wisdom. He carried himself with an air of confidence you had never seen in him before, one that belonged to a man who was sure of himself.
Catching your gaze on him, Osferth turned to you, raising his eyebrows in question. Your cheeks flushed at being caught in the act, your lips lifting into a shy smile.
“You seem so different now than when we last saw each other,” you said. The monk’s eyes caught the way you slightly bit your lip, watching how the plump flesh reddened at the contact.
“Different in what way, my lady?” Osferth asked.
“You seem stronger. More confident,” you told him, trying to pick the right words to describe the change you have seen in him. “Like there is a fire burning within you.”
A smile touched Osferth’s lips as he glanced at you, the corners of his lips curling upwards. Your eyes meet his icy blues, his dirty blonde tresses appearing much darker in the dimming sunlight. A hum left the monk’s lips, keeping his eyes on yours for a moment longer before returning to the road.
“I suppose I have,” he agreed. Osferth’s longer legs made for bigger strides, and the taller man shortened his steps when he noticed how fast you had to walk to keep up with him. He turned his head to look at you once more, “though I suppose I could say the same thing about you, my lady.”
His gaze roamed over your features, taking in your flushed cheeks, the rosy pink of your lips. Surprise sparked in your orbs, making him chuckle when you turned to him.
"You have grown more beautiful," his tone was matter-of-fact, like he was stating a simple truth. The words made your heart flutter, the breath catching in your throat for a moment. You had never been one to be bestowed such compliments, thus making the smallest of praises leaving you flustered. Osferth's eyes twinkled as he continued to stare at you, enjoying the way he seemed to make you flustered in his presence. "You have a certain glow about you, my lady. Like the warm touch of the sun on a summer's day.”
“My, it seems you have become a warrior and a poet,” you jested, earning a chuckle from the man beside you.
As you neared the inn, young Ida had passed by the pair of you, carrying dried linens. You did not miss the way her eyes caught Osferth’s, the man beside you smiling at her. The young maid immediately blushed, ducking her head as she walked by. His gaze followed her passing form, craning his head back as she passed. You ignored the strange feeling in your chest at the sight, returning your eyes to the muddy road.
“I am certain Uhtred and the others had you meeting all kinds of girls around the land, seeing as you are now quite the charmer,” you teased Osferth, bumping your elbow into his. The young monk made a grunt of amusement, turning back to you. It had gone unnoticed by you when he had begun to walk much closer by your side, the back of his hand brushing against the back of yours with the sway of your arms.
“You think I am charming?” He arched a brow at you, a playful tone coloring his voice. You rolled your eyes as he spun your own words back at you, chuckling as the bastard nudged your elbow in return.
“Oh dear, I fear all that time on the road has taught you all the wrong things,” you said, letting out a comical sigh that made Osferth laugh. As both of you reached the inn, you gestured for the warrior monk to hand you the basket, but he refused, telling you he shall take it to the kitchens for you, ever the chivalrous gentleman. You led him through to the bustling kitchens, busy in preparation for supper, where he had dropped the basket. Many words of thanks left your lips at his gracious assistance in hauling the heavy load of produce around for you.
“It is no trouble, my lady,” Osferth waved off. Looking around the area, you subtly reached into the basket, pulling out an orange to give to the taller man. You had secretly bought it for yourself, splurging on a treat you had not seen in ages. You handed it to Osferth, who looked equally in surprise.
“Where did you get this?” He asked, eyes wide at the side of the bright fruit. He took it into his larger hand, lifting it to his nose to smell the sweet scent of its zest, his lips letting out a delighted sigh.
“This was the last one Hilda had, and I just couldn’t help myself,” you said sheepishly. “You can have it, Osferth, for helping me with this.”
“Oh no, I cannot, my lady! ‘Tis yours!” Osferth exclaimed, handing the round fruit back into your hands. You shook your head, pressing it back into his grasp.
“No, please! It is no matter, I am sure she shall have some again. ‘Tis summer after all, and the season brings much fruit into our harvest,” you explained, earning a sigh from the young warrior. You gave him a small smile, placing your hand atop his larger one. “I doubt you can find these on the road anywhere else.”
“Thank you, my lady, you are most gracious,” Osferth expressed, giving you a sincere smile. You stared up at his blue orbs, the corner of your lips lifting into a smile of your own. A strange warmth spread across your chest, making you feel coquettish and timid as the blonde towered over you. The tips of your shoes were a hair inch away from the tips of his boots, his warmth engulfing your entire being. At this distance, you had a direct view of the cleft of his nose, and the way his pupils changed in diameter as he gazed at you.
You were broken away from your trance by the sharp voice of Mildrith, calling you over. Your feet took a small step away from Osferth, clearing your throat. The young warrior sniffled, looking at his shoes and rubbing the back of his neck.
“I should go, Osferth,” you said, giving him an apologetic look. He nodded in understanding giving you a small smile.
“Of course, I shall see you at supper, then?” He asked, to which you nodded. You watched as the young monk walked out of the kitchen, pocketing the orange you had given him. You couldn’t help the way your lips lifted higher, a girlish chuckle leaving your lips when he gave you one last look before disappearing down the hall, shooting you a roguish smirk.
“Oi! What are ya gigglin’ over there for? Get a move on, missy!” Mildrith scolded, making you jump. You squeaked out a small apology, bowing your head when you passed by her to get on with your work, unaware of the way the mistress of the house shook her head at you in amusement, a small smile breaking out on her own lips.
One thing that attracted the numerous guests to the inn was the suppers. They were always boisterous, rowdy, and filled with music and chatter. Even the townspeople spend their nights at the inn, making the establishment somewhat akin to an alehouse with the drinks that flowed and the laughs that echoed through the room. Tonight was no different, the common hall was packed with guests and local folks alike, and chatter bustled through the air as you maneuvered around the room, refilling cups of ale with the jug in your hand. You greeted your regulars, ignored the advances of some that already had one too many cups of liquor, and kept your eye out on anything else your guests might need. You checked on the younger maids walking around, guiding the ones who were a bit unsure of what to do. When you had first started at the inn, working the suppers intimated you, with your timid nature and clumsy hands. The overlapping noises left you rattled, coupled with the growing rowdiness as the night went on. As you gained more experience and became one of Mildrith’s most trustworthy workers, you took it upon yourself to look out for the newcomers, treating them kindly instead of punishing them for every slip-up they made.
You had quickly exchanged your empty jug for a fresh one at the kitchens before walking back into the hall once more. You heard a voice call you over, turning to Finan who was waving you to their table. As you approached, you spotted the women sitting beside each one of them. You recognized them from the brothel a few doors over, a frequent presence during nights like these in your establishment. It was no surprise that Uhtred and his men had found their companions for the night so quickly, their reputations certainly bearing no lie about their proclivities. Your eyes flickered to where Osferth sat with his arm around a young brunette’s shoulders. You caught the way her fingers toyed with the cross pendant around his neck, leaning into the long expanse of his neck. The corners of your lips dipped slightly at the sight, a strange twinge in your belly. You caught yourself before anyone could notice, plastering a wide smile on your face.
“Enjoying the night, boys?” you asked the table, refilling their cups.
“Aye, good to not be shitting in the woods for once!” Sihtric exclaimed, earning laughs and cheers from his companions. Osferth sat silently, observing the way you rounded their table. He tried to catch your eye, but you seemed to be focused on the jug you held in your hand as you poured ale.
“Why don’t you come sit with us for a while? You are working too hard!” Uhtred urged, to which you only gave a smile.
“Tempting, my lord, but my madam would not be too happy. It is quite a busy night after all,” you said, earning disappointed groans from Finan and Sihtric. You shook your head at their antics, before excusing yourself. For a brief moment, your eyes meet Osferth’s, who had been staring at you the whole time. You gave him a small smile and a nod, before walking away, letting out a sigh as the corner of your lips dropped.
You stood by a pillar, leaning on your weight on the wood while watching the crowd. A man had stood on top of one of the tables, strumming his lute while the guests sang along. In the corner of your eye, you spotted a familiar figure approaching the other side of the column, mirroring your position.
“Alright?” He asked, shooting you a concerned look. Another sigh left your lips, keeping your eyes on the lute player, feeling his gaze on the side of your cheek.
“M’fine, Eadric,” you said with indifference. Neither of you spoke for a moment, letting the echoes of the singing crowd fill the space between you.
“Mm, I know you. I can still read you well, you know, despite how we stand now,” he expressed, a somber tinge in his tone. A scoff left your lips, shaking your head at him slightly.
“Well, considering you can hardly read a few words on a scroll of parchment, I think it best if you stop fretting about me.”
“I will have you know I am capable of discerning whole sentences now, by year’s end perhaps I will be able to read you a sonnet to win your heart once more!” A laugh left your lips at his words, bubbling out before you could swallow them down. Your former lover looked satisfied with successfully getting a reaction out of you, smiling as your cheekbones lifted.
From his place at their table, a young warrior monk watched you and your former husband-to-be. The brunette beside him had been whispering nonsense into his ear, yet he paid her no mind, keeping his attention on you and the way you turned to Eadric, leaning to say something into his ear over the crowd’s noise.
As the night grew darker and the jugs of ale turned empty, you stayed on your feet, cleaning up in the kitchens away from the ruckus, alone. No Eadric, no Osferth, no grimy hand of a drunkard to grab you close. This was your favorite part of the night, to be granted a moment’s reprieve from the chaotic bustle of your days. It was peaceful to have a moment alone with your thoughts like a soft howl of wind on a dark night. Your hands worked mindlessly to scrub the dirty dishware while you let your mind run loose. There was little room for one’s thoughts in a position like yours. The days would often feel autonomic— clean off the linens in the morning, be in the kitchens by noon, and pour ale for the guests in the evening. The surprise of welcoming old friends like Uhtred, Finan, and Sihtric was a pleasant deviation from your otherwise monotonous life.
And dear Osferth. You supposed you had always been quite partial to him among the rest, you were close in age and personality, or at least you were. Where you were timid, Osferth was equally as shy, yet now, he had blossomed into something greater, forging his name into history, all the while you had remained a closed bud still rooted to the soil you had been planted in. As much as you missed the clumsy, doe-eyed baby monk, the warrior sat in your madam’s hall had as much power to render you weak as he did to wield a sword. To be under his gaze had you blushing like a young maiden, and he a dashing knight.
You shook your head, snapping out of your reverie. Osferth had seen many things and met countless faces, surely you did not hold a light to the girls that had come his way. It was no use to be feeling this way, not when he was to leave by the moon’s turn, not when you shall be left alone once more.
Dawn had barely broken through the horizon when you had risen from your cot, stretching your aching limbs with a groan. You had slept for barely three hours, but your body had grown accustomed to your early mornings, often rousing from your slumber with the sun’s rise. The air held a slight prickle of humidity during the summer, giving you no need for furs and a fire during the night. The rest of the inn laid fast asleep, and with the few more moments left to your own, you gathered a clean set of clothes, taking silent steps across the creaking floorboards to step out. The smell of the earth was refreshing, coupled with the morning dew that sprinkled the green grass. It was quiet, save for the howls of mourning doves that echoed through the trees. Humming an old tune to yourself, you made your way to the lake past the thick of the woods, placing your clean clothes on the ground before shrugging off your dress. Clad in only your thin cotton shift, your bare feet padded on the soft soil to approach the lake’s edge. You dipped a toe in, testing its temperature, before stepping down the shallow surface. The water held a slight bite of cold, just how you liked it. You took careful steps across the soft earth, the water rising higher up to your waist. You bent your knees to fully submerge yourself into the cool water, staying underwater for a moment, before breaking the surface to catch your breath. The water felt wonderful on your skin, even more so as it soaked your hair clean of yesterday’s muck. You bathed peacefully in the lake, scrubbing on your scalp and swimming across the water. You allowed yourself to settle, granting yourself a moment of calm before another busy day. Your eyes closed as you let yourself float on the water’s surface, humming to yourself once more.
The quiet peace of your morning was disrupted when you heard the first sounds of approaching footsteps. Alerted, you returned to your feet, looking around for the source. You had no place to hide, not when you were right in the middle of the forest’s clearing. You spotted a large rock situated against the lake’s edge, covered by tall, wispy grass, prompting you to quickly swim towards the stone and lean against it in hopes of hiding your bareness. Through the grass, you spotted a pair of boots approaching where your clothes had been placed, giving away your presence.
“My, a magnificent fish has come to shore!” A familiar voice called out, echoing through the air. Warily, you poked your head out to catch a glimpse of the intruder, only to find the warrior monk. You felt a relief to be discovered by Osferth rather than a stranger, your lips lifting into a small smile as you regarded him.
“Are you here to fish my lord?” you played along, feigning innocent curiosity. You crossed your arms over your shoulders to cover your chest as you stepped away from the rock, revealing yourself to the royal bastard. It seemed he had awakened not too long ago either, evident from his blonde tresses that were slightly ruffled. His feet took steps closer to the lake’s edge, while his hands crossed behind his back. He flashed you a lopsided grin at your query, shaking his head lightly.
“No, no. Though I am a warrior and have traversed these lands and back, I have no skill for the waters. Perhaps the fish will allow me to admire its beautiful scales instead?” he asked, blue eyes raking over your wet form. You bit your lip as he stared at you, cheeks warming despite the cool air. Stiff buds poked against the wet fabric of your shift, still covered by your arms.
“There are far more handsome fish around here, perhaps you may find some better use of your time with them,” you suggested, making the warrior monk’s thin lips twisted at your words.
“I would rather not, I find this one particularly breathtaking,” he said, looking at you with a gaze that made your skin tingle. Your mind raced with uncertainty, while your skin burned with desire. To be graced with Osferth's magnetic presence had ignited a deep pulsating ache within you, one not easily stoked by any man. Under the morning sun, you gazed upon his face. He was handsome, very much so. The royal blood in his veins graced him with a beauty higher than that of any common man, but all his rugged edges were all thanks to his time as a warrior walking with Danes. You desired him, and now, he stood before you, all yours for the taking.
You looked around, making sure there was no one else in your surroundings, before uncrossing your arms and standing tall, baring your chest to his eye, pathetically covered by the now translucent fabric of your wet shift.
“These waters can get quite lonesome for a fish like I. Perhaps my lord would like to join me?”
You visibly gulped as Osferth shamelessly stared at your breasts, waiting with bated breath for his next move. Keeping his eyes on yours, the warrior monk disrobed. He had been without his cuirass, only his robes and breeches. Piece by piece, Osferth’s pale flesh became exposed to your watchful eye. He had placed his robes neatly beside yours, before removing his boots and unlacing his breeches. A small gasp left your lips when he pulled his trousers off, standing tall with his gradually hardening cock on display. An amused huff left the monk’s lips at the way your eyes were stuck on his length, chest puffing proudly under your gaze. He was well-endowed, this he knew, it was what garnered attention from all those women after all. His long, muscled legs approached the edge, cock swaying with every step forward. A warmth in your belly grew as the young warrior dipped into the water, prickling your skin as his eyes stayed on yours the whole time. Your chin tilted upwards as he towered before you, the difference in your heights making you feel covered in his shadow, protected.
“I trust you had a pleasant evening?” you asked, voice dropping low with the change in proximity. Osferth hummed, giving you a small nod.
“Yes, though I admit, it would have been much better if it had been spent with your presence beside me,” Osferth said. His warm breath fanned across your face, the heat of his flesh radiating against yours, causing a shiver to run up your spine. His orbs flickered across your features for a moment, his hand hovering above your arm, yet not touching you. The corners of your lips shifted into a downward smile at his words.
“My apologies, my duties prevented me from doing so. Though it seemed the seat by your side had been occupied. Either way, you had splendid company, only the best in town for the King’s warriors,” you replied softly. He shook his head slightly at you, sniffling lightly.
“It was not her company I sought.”
His large hand covered the width of your arm, pulling you closer into his space. Your hands placed themselves on his chest upon instinct, while his slithered around your waist. His aquiline nose dipped into the skin of your cheek, breathing in the scent of your flesh. Your eyes fluttered close upon the contact, your heart thumping at the feeling of a growing stiffness poking against your thigh.
“How did you know where to find me?” you whispered in his ear.
“I had stepped out for air after my morning prayers. It was then I caught a glimpse of you, walking into the woods,” he explained, lifting his head to look at you. Your fingers trailed against the edge of his jaw, feeling the small prickling of his lightly growing stubble beneath your fingertips.
“You followed me?” you asked, raising your eyebrows at him. A sheepish smile formed on his thin lips, while yours lifted in amusement.
“Tis not safe for a lady to be alone in these woods,” he reasoned, tone light and almost playful. He furrowed his eyebrows in mock concern, shaking his head lightly. A chuckle left your lips, reverberating against Osferth’s chest.
“I know these woods better than you, Osferth,” you replied, to which he only shrugged. “Did the Lord speak to you in your prayers, leading you to me?”
“Aye,” he nodded. His hands squeezed the softness of your arms, before drifting down to settle on your waist. “He all but called me a fool, for letting a beautiful lady walk away from my midst without showing my affections.”
“I am no lady.”
“You can be my lady if you will it so,” he said. Osferth’s calloused hands cupped the sides of your face, keeping your eyes on him.
"You have met the most beautiful ladies in the land, and you will meet more. I am but a simple maid, why me?" you questioned, voice dropping to a whisper. A wistful sigh left his chest, thumbs caressing the plump flesh of your cheek.
"A flower may bloom in the most ordinary of gardens," he whispered softly, his voice carrying the weight of genuine fondness. "And yet, it is that very simplicity that makes its beauty all the more extraordinary."
His head dipped close to yours, your lips just a hair's breadth apart from his. "You have always enraptured me, from the moment I had first stepped into your midst," he confessed.
“Do you jest?” You asked, searching for any sign of any sign of insincerity; you found none.
“I do not jest about matters of the heart,” he whispered, leaning his face closer to yours. You couldn’t help the way your eyes fluttered shut when his nose nudged against yours. His lips pressed a kiss against one cheek, then the other, almost in reverence. Your hands on his chest slithered up to wrap around his neck, pressing yourself further into his build. Your foreheads pressed together, basking in its each other’s warmth for a moment before Osferth leaned forward to capture your lips in his. A gasp left you in surprise, though you had quickly softened into his arms. You had let him lead you in pace, clearly having less experience than the well-traveled monk. The only other man you had kissed was Eadric, and even then you were young and had no knowledge of the ways of the flesh. This was different; Osferth kissed you the way a man kissed a woman, a lover, a wife. It was all-consuming, a kiss that bordered on gnawing, coupled with his wandering hands that caressed and squeezed your curves. They were rough despite the fabric of your shift separating his touch from your bare flesh, and as they cupped the sides of your thighs, he silently urged you to wrap your legs around his waist.
You obliged, letting him carry your weight with his hands supporting your rear. His stiff length is pressed between your bodies, its veiny underside pushing against the dip in your folds. A whimper permeated the air between you when he guided your hips to rub against his shaft, one echoed by a grunt from the warrior monk. It was an odd feeling, though deliciously pleasant. It was different from when your fingers would circle your pearl as you lay in your cot, biting back your sounds of pleasure lest someone heard through the thin walls. Your hips began to move with Osferth’s rhythm, grinding your pearl against his cock.
“Osferth…” you whispered, pressing your forehead against his once more. The man had started to pant against your lips, small grunts leaving his lips.
“My lady,” he moaned out, before smashing his lips against yours. The kiss was frantic and desperate, with tongues dancing against each other and teeth clashing. You moaned against Osferth’s lips when his cockhead snagged against your folds, rubbing deliciously against your pearl. The prickling heat in your belly began to grow, but you needed more.
“Please, Osferth,” you pleaded against his lips, before letting out a whine.
“What is it, my lady? Say what you need, and it is yours. I am all yours,” he responded. His eyes met yours, which had turned clouded with a heady tinge. There was a wrinkle in between your eyebrows as they furrowed in desperation.
“Take me, all of me,” you said. Your hand reached behind you, taking hold of his cock to guide it to your slit. With another deep kiss from Osferth, he breached your entrance, sliding you down his length. Your moan echoed through the breeze at the stretch, prompting you to bury your head in his neck. You bit hard into the junction of his shoulder from the slight sting; the lack of intimacy with another man leaving your walls unaccustomed to such a stretch. Osferth’s chest vibrated against yours as a deep moan left his lips when he bottomed out, stilling for a moment.
When the pain in your walls began to subside, your hips slowly began to move. Large, calloused hands remained on your rear, guiding you up and down his prick. There was a slight ripple in the water from your movements, growing into small splashes when your hips increased their pace.
You tugged the collar of your shift down, exposing your breasts to the morning air. Osferth leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking on the stiff bud while a hand massaged the other. Breathy moans of pleasure freely fell from your open lips, singing a tune so sweet to the monk’s ears. Your fingers gripped the hairs on the back of Osferth’s neck, your hips never losing their rhythm. His lips switched to suck on the other breast, leaving soft marks on the supple flesh, marking you as his.
“Do you like this, my lady?” Osferth asked against your skin, before trailing his kisses upward to suck on your neck.
“Yes, oh yes!” you whined. The thought that someone shall hear your moans and discover the pair of you was forgotten with the way your mind grew dazed in Osferth’s embrace. Your nipples rubbed against his taut chest, the fine sprinkle of hair on the milky flesh ticking your sensitive nubs.
“You are the most divine,” the young monk moaned, squeezing your rear. Your lower lip is caught between your teeth tightly, almost breaking flesh as you neared your precipice. The sensation of your pearl rubbing against Osferth’s pubic bone threatened to send you into overdrive, shooting sparks of pleasure up your spine. The warmth in your core bloomed upwards, starting to spread to your chest. Your walls began to squeeze his cock, signifying the start of your release.
“Osferth, ah, I am going to–”
“Go ahead, my beauty, let it go for me,” he coaxed you. Your release washed over you like a dam breaking through its walls. A whine left your lips as your eyes shut, your features scrunching together in bliss. Osferth’s eyes stayed on your face, watching you get lost deep in your delight. He continued to bounce you onto his cock through your release, before pulling out to quickly tug at his cock under the water’s surface. With the sight of your panting chest right before his eyes, Osferth’s cock released spurts of his seed. The clear water was painted with the cloudy fluid, diffusing into the lake.
Recovering from the euphoric daze that had overtaken you, your eye stared into Osferth’s icy blues. You bit your lip to suppress the gigantic smile that had lifted your cheekbones, a giggle bubbling out from your chest. Your lover merely raised his eyebrows, a smile breaking out on his sculptured features.
“What amuses you, my sweet?” Osferth asked softly. You merely shook your head, before leaning your head against his shoulder in an embrace.
“Nothing, I am merely overjoyed,” you replied. A radiant glow fluttered in Osferth’s ribcage, his lips pressing a kiss against your hair.
After rising from the water and redressing, you and Osferth sat on the grass in silence. Your head was leaned against his, while his arm wrapped around your figure, rubbing your back in comfort. You wished for this moment to last for eternity, that you would not be called to your duties, and him to his own. Alas, such power was out of your hands, thus you willed yourself to savor the warmth of his embrace as much as you could.
You felt him reach into his pocket, turning to look at him in surprise when the orange appeared in your sights. The same one you had given him in the kitchens.
“Why have you not eaten it?” you asked. You could smell the citrussy zest of the fruit in his palm, sweet and inviting.
“I was hoping to share it with you,” he said, making you blush. He began to peel the orange, its scent spraying all over. His grip had been too tight, lacking gentleness with the fragile pulp that ended up crushed under his fingertips. You laughed at the juices that spilled on his hands, before gesturing for him to hand the fruit over.
“You are making a mess! Here, let me,” you offered. The smiling warrior handed the orange to you, watching your gentle fingers peel the fruit expertly. Once the rind had been removed, you had handed it back to Osferth, but he had split the fruit in half, giving you the bigger portion. You let out a delighted hum as the sweetness coated your tongue, savoring the taste you only come by so rarely. Osferth watched you with bright eyes while eating his own.
In the quiet still of the morning, moments before you were to be called back into the inn, you sat with your lover upon the grass. You shared an orange, along with soft kisses and words of tenderness. You knew naught what the end of the moon shall bring you, nor the end of the day, but you had this moment, one you shall always think of fondly.
