The Last kingdom Preference
Prompt: what revealed to you that he harboured feelings for you
Uhtred:
Lord Uhtred had always been a bit of a smooth criminal with women. He was definitely a man that you would have described as a womaniser from the moment you met him.
From day one it was clear the man lusted after you, his eyes always telling of all the sinful things that danced round his head when he looked at you. He was a very handsy man, touching you at times you had felt unnecessary but you never complained.
That was the telltale sign that alerted you to the shift in your lords feelings for you. He seemed to of stopped touching you all together.
You missed his touch, realising how accustomed you had grown to it now. Uhtred couldn’t help it though. Of course he still lusted after you but now there was more, an overpowering feeling of desire, longing for you to be his woman in life, not just in his bed.
Finan:
The Irishman was possibly one of the kindest, sweetest men you had ever had the pleasure of meeting. The man just seemed to radiate a welcoming comfort that pulled you in almost instantly.
His big brown eyes always seemed to be smiling, which felt odd to say, that eyes could smile but his truly could! You loved his eyes, they were possibly your favourite thing about him. You always paid them extra attention which is probably how you came to know of his feelings for you.
The way his eyes gazed at you when you entered the room or the way they would linger a little longer as you spoke made it all too clear.
Finan had fallen in love with you and although he seemed to do well to conceal it, his eyes betrayed him, yearning for you so deeply when he looked at you, you feared you would drown in the dizzy flustered feeling it gave you every time he looked at you.
Sihtric:
The handsome Dane did well with woman, that was something no one could deny. He seemed to always have women offering him companionship for the night but he always refused them, instead choosing to spend what ever little free time he had with you, the woman that encompassed his mind every second of every day.
That was how it become clear that he had fallen head over heels for you. His friends had picked up on it first, taking note at home he brushed off the women offering him pleasure, it seemed to line up almost to the exact day you had become part of the ragtag gang.
They all teased him for it, you were none the wiser for quite some time until you overheard Finan teasing the Dane for rejecting a beautiful girl who was eager to show her thanks after they had saved her village from a group of heathens. “No wonder your balls are so blue,” Finan laughed, unaware you were in ear shot. “You might as well just pluck them off and hand them to Y/N,” Osferth laughed along, “they seem to belong to her now anyway.” The young monk teased causing your cheeks to flush.
Osferth:
It really was not much of a secret that the young monk harboured feelings for you. He did a piss poor job at trying to hide it in all honesty.
The main thing he did though that outed himself to you was the way he took care of you.
When erecting your tents yours always seemed to be the closest to the fire. Your bowl of stew always being filled to the brim and your bread being the freshest, he would inspect every piece to ensure it!
When night would fall and Sihtric would light a fire to keep you all warm Osferth always reserved you the best seat. He wasn’t even aware he was doing it most of the time but something internally forced the man to care for you in every way he possibly could, as if it were his mission in life.
Sigtryggr:
The long haired Dane was revered for his strategic, stoic, composed nature. Nothing seemed to ruffle his feathers. He had faced off against many enemy’s, the most fierce warriors and he never seemed to lose his cool, a cool that also seemed to translate well with women.
Although it was something his men often indulged in, Sigtryggr had never taken a woman by force, he did not need to! No the handsome Dane was able to tame any women he wanted, leaving them begging for more.
That was until he met you.
Your mere existence in his presence seemed to melt away the smooth exterior the war lord normally wore. His voice, normally calm and encapsulating was a stuttering mess around you. He was a trembling mess when you paid him too much attention, a stumbling Buffoon losing all tact purely because you existed around him.
“Good morning my lord,” you said lacing your voice with as much sultry desire you could muster, knowing the effect it would have on him.
“Y/N,” he Dane immediately becoming flustered. “Morning- yes! It uh,” he cleared his throat trying to regain his composure. “It certainly is.” He said with a look of defeat before offering you a tight lipped smile as you walked away, unable to hide the grin on your lips.