#uhtred tlk

[serpent-stealer]

TLK fake tweets pt.3 !!

-

-

-

(blue is uhtred)

-

-

-

-

-

-

[oddsnendsfanfics]

Autumn Baking - Sweet Treats

The Last Kingdom Master List

Autumn Baking, all of the fresh flavours that only come around once a year. The warm, rich, delicious aromas that can only be found during the autumn months making these sweet treats even more delightful.

Baking can be an excellent way to unwind, a rewarding hobby, or even a great way to share your love with family and friends. Well that is...if you're any good at it. Not everyone is a master baker...

Uhtred

He would rather buy the pre-made mixes, add water and be done

The shorter time the better

No work, no fuss – all the reward!

Of course it's pretty – it came from the bakery. Shh!

Finan

He adores anything sweet. The sweeter the better

Baking? Oh he's just here to sample everything

He has never baked a single thing in his life

Except for the one time he helped Uhtred make a box mix cake

Sihtric

If it doesn't involve an obscene amount of cottage cheese, he's out

Pumpkin Spice Protein Cookies are the only way!

Three clean ingredients or less

No eggs, no gluten, no soy, no sugar, no ...

Osferth

He enjoys baking now and then

Perfect date night activity!

Nobody can make a chocolate cake like he can – ask Finan

If it's apple flavour then he is all in!

Aldhelm

Has mastered the quiche – especially one sourced from local ingredients

Savoury Baker all the way!

Rosemary and Cheddar short breads are his signature move

Thinks flavours like chocolate and pumpkin are overrated

Edward

Cute little Halloween themed cookies and cupcakes are his go to – he will deny it if asked

Caramel Everything! It's the best flavour, he will unleash an army if you disagree

Toffee Rice Treats were the first thing he ever made and has perfected them

Who the hell makes cookies with cheddar or cottage cheese? No!

Stiorra

Pies! Apple, pumpkin, blueberry, lemon, pecan, raisin...

Always from scratch! What kind of an idiot buys their pie crust?

Baking from a box is her pet peeve – it's homemade or nothing

Each pie has a signature S shaped pressed into the edge of the crust for flare

Aethelflaed

Cheesecakes are the only way to go

Baked or No Bake, they're freaking delicious and fool proof

Fig, Cranberry, and Ginger are her signatures

The secret to a good cheesecake is the crust, so she cheats and uses Bischoff biscuits

Aethelstan

Aspiring to be a a professional baker

He takes it extremely serious – nobody is allowed in the kitchen when he is working his magic

Has a coveted baking set that he was gifted as a child and refuses to even let anybody look at it

Loves that Finan is willing to taste test anything – anything!

[r0sgifs]

Uhtred - The Last Kingdom. Season 3, Episode 6

[zaldritzosrose]

A Love Immortal, Such As Mine (Uhtred x Vampire!Reader)

Summary:

Uhtred didn't want to believe. No matter how many times he was told as such.

Immortal and mortal lives were never meant to cross. They were an impossibility that he should have never attempted.

But no matter how doomed it maybe, it wouldn't stop him trying.

Content Warning:

Impossible/doomed romance, immortal & mortal relationship, vampirism, abandonment. Female vampire reader.

Words: 2835

Spotify Playlist

For clarity, Uhtred is around 49-50 when he meets reader and based on the timeline I found he was early 60s when he takes Bebbanburg back so the timeline is based on that.

He could remember the first time he saw you. Half sure he was seeing things, probably from a knock to the head during the battle. But there you had been, blood staining your hands and mouth, eyes glowing amber despite the barely there moonlight.

You were something he had only heard of in the horror stories told around campfires, made to scare not entrance. Yet, you had slaughtered what remained of his enemies. You had saved him and his men.

Even from that moment, Uhtred had fallen for you.

The way you had moved, toeing the line between human and inhuman. You had appeared in front of him, faster than he could have blinked yet he hadn't heard you take a single step. You hadn't said a word, only a bloodied hand cupping his cheek as you gave him a smile that should have marked fear in his heart.

But he had already given that heart to you.

One year. It seemed like nothing to you and hardly anything to him. And in reality, it wasn't. Time was an odd concept to you, yet you seemed to have begun to understand it more because of Uhtred.

You could see the minuscule changes in him, even in that short amount of time. It was fascinating. You couldn't exactly remember what it looked like anymore. Uhtred would catch you staring at him, especially in the evenings when it was just the two of you.

To his eye, they were invisible. But to you they were everything.

The faintest of lines at the corners of his eyes. It should have been nothing really, you had seen enough humans age to know it was a slow process. But it was also a process you had never been able to see in its progression.

Uhtred lay at your side, eyes closed though you knew he wasn't asleep. Your fingers traced the contours of his face.

"What is it that you see?" he asked, feeling the tip of your finger pass over the corner of his eye again, as a soft chuckle slipped from between his lips.

But you didn't answer. You simply mapped out his face, you could always see more than he could. The finer details invisible to a mortal eye. Those small, barely there creases when he laughed or smiled. The shallow lines when he would raise his brows or frown.

You had begun your immortal path younger than he was even now. Those details would never appear on your face. Time would never touch your skin, never pepper through your hair. But you found yourself enjoying watching it on Uhtred. Comparing it to his power as a warrior, knowing the way time had changed him made you only imagine what else time could do.

"Time," you whispered, kissing the soft wrinkle at the corner of his eye.

"Time is what I see."

Three years. It was more noticeable now. To others, not to either of you. You were almost two centuries old. Though to an outsider you looked no more than two decades, three at most. Uhtred was settled into his fifth decade, though he lived like a man far younger.

There were times you would claim he seemed as immortal as you were.

Those closest to you both knew the truth, even now there was enough lack of change in you for people to notice. Though more often or not, people would simply congratulate Uhtred on his young and beautiful love.

Even in that one year, time still played its slow game. As you braided his hair before battle, you saw them. The twinkle of grey in his sandy brown hair.

"Little gems, my love," you whispered, kissing the shaven side of his head.

"Of a life well lived."

Uhtred leaned back, the end of his braid still twisted between your fingers. A feigned look of annoyance on his face. Those lines between his brows was deeper now, your lips coming forward to kiss that too.

"Or of a life filled with stress and battle," Uhtred countered, capturing your lips with his own.

That earned him a laugh. your hands twisting the tie around his braid and letting it rest down his back. His head rested against your chest, finding himself smiling at your lack of heartbeat. There had long been a comfort in it, knowing that there was so little that could take you away from him.

"Is it so stressful if you enjoy it?"

Your arms wrapped around him, positions shifting until you could rest your head on his shoulder. You could see the scars, even as they crept beneath his shirt. Marking his achievements as much as the time worn creases did. Some left by you, though you didn't often feed from your lover. Some from his battles, a wayward sword or axe marring his skin.

"I kill for survival, my lord," you kissed a deep scar that began at the dip of his shoulder.

"You kill to protect and there is nothing more honourable than that."

Even now, when most men of Uhtred's age were sat comfortably in their castles. Waited on by servants and having others fight their battles for them. Men who scarcely remembered what it felt like to hold a shield or swing a sword.

There would be men like Uhtred, men who time meant nothing to and everything to all at the same time. Men whose greatest battle was time itself.

Five years. Five years since you had met him, both bloodied on a battlefield.

It had settled so heavy in your heart now. Uhtred didn't act like a man walking the path towards his sixth decade but you could see it. The lines were deeper now, no longer only present when he smiled or frowned.

In battle, you saw no difference. He was still the powerful warrior you had met half a decade ago. It was after, when you were both alone. When he would find himself with a lot more aches and pains. A feeling he found it hard to handle, what if this meant he was no longer as strong as he used to be?

The bruising on his ribs tonight pained him the most. He lay on the bed, gripping your wrist to pull you closer. Your icy touch was the most comfort to him at times like this. Easing the pain while benefiting from your soft touches. Your palm flat against his skin as his eyes closed.

It was here you saw it. Never would you consider him aged, maybe it was you who kept him young simply by existing.

When his eyes fluttered open, there was a determination in them. Blue eyes staring into amber.

"I wish to walk your path, my love," Uhtred mumbled, hissing as your hand moved to the next bruised expanse of skin.

It wasn't the first time he had asked. But this was the most serious he had sounded, the most insistent. The first time, it had been after the first battle where you had fought by his side. His secret weapon, he had called you then. He had seen the primal power, the strength immortality had given you and thought it a blessing. Watching how swords would slice your skin and the flesh would heal with barely a wince of pain.

But you did not see it the same. A little over a century and a half you had wandered this path alone. It was a curse, not a blessing. You had been forced into it, by a maker who had abandoned you once the novelty wore off.

You didn't want to curse Uhtred the same. No matter how much it pained you.

That moment of hesitation was enough answer for him. Uhtred's eyes turning away from you for just a second, as though you had told him you no longer loved him. But it was because of your love that you hesitated.

Your free hand found his cheek, turning him back to face you.

"I love you far too much to curse you like that," you whispered, your thumb stroking his cheek, hoping he wouldn't hear a rejection that was not there.

He rolled away from you, ignoring the ache in his side as he stood from the bed. His back remained to you as he stood by the fire. Uhtred knew you loved him, but would love not make you want to have him at your side for as long as possible - forever in your case?

You steps were silent as you approached. Uhtred didn't pull away as you wrapped your arms around his waist. But he didn't lean into you as he normally did.

"But you do not love me enough to not want to watch me age and die?"

You went still behind him. An immediate reminder to Uhtred that you were not mortal. Not a single breath tickled his neck, there was no frustrated heartbeat in your chest as it pressed to his bare back.

But your hands were soft against him, as you seemed to stir back to whatever it was you called life.

"It is because I love you."

Ten years. Ten years of loving him. Ten years of watching the man you love become revered by Dane and Saxon alike. Of seeing him get closer and closer to his birthright. Of watching that same man age while you stayed frozen.

Uhtred never asked you to turn him again. He was in his sixth decade now. Double your outward age yet barely half of your true one.

With every passing day, it was like you were watching him tread the path of mortality in slow motion. Every day you could see it. You could remember the man you had met perfectly, which made it easy to compare him to the man before you now.

It made the unbeating heart in your chest ache. It made something deep within you scream at your rational mind to change your decision. But you could remember the pain at the start, the unimaginable hunger, the inability to see nothing except your next kill.

You didn't want to watch him go through that. Because he wouldn't be the man you loved. You could remember how monstrous you had felt, you could still taste that first drop of blood on your tongue.

Uhtred would have argued that it was no different to the life of a warrior. He had once wagered he had likely killed as many as you had. Yet you would remind him that he killed for a cause, you killed to sate the demon within.

But he still struggled to understand. You had been alone in that time, abandoned and starving. He would not be, would it not then be different for him? He would have you, he would have someone to walk the path at his side.

Yet you still struggled with it. Yes, he would come through to the other side eventually. But it had taken near a century for you to be able to even feign being mortal. To live around others without wishing to drain them dry. While it would not mean the same would happen to him, there were just to many unknowns for you.

Was it right ? No. You were afraid and you were projecting those fears to the man you loved the most.

But he had sacrificed so much for you. Even though he would say otherwise. He'd had his marriage, his children. He had Bebbanburg in his sights. And he loved you. That was more than enough for him.

It should have been enough for you too and you knew that.

Yet you still couldn't do it.

He didn't know you had heard him. You hadn't been trying to, you had returned from a hunt and he had been talking to his daughter.

"Do you still believe in Valhalla, father?" Stiorra asked, just as you neared the home you shared with Uhtred.

Stiorra lived with her husband now, in Eoferwic, but she often visited her father. You stood outside, your movements had been quiet enough they could not hear your approach as far you could tell. You waited for his answer. You hadn't asked him about what he believed in so long. Curiosity chewed at you and anticipation burned in your gut.

"I would say I do."

There was something in the way he said it. Something that made you realise that you couldn't take that away from him. If he joined you on the immortal path, he would never see Valhalla. He would never be rewarded the way a warrior such as him should be.

If you decision hadn't been made firm before, it most certainly was now.

That moment still made circles in your mind. Whenever doubt would try to creep in and demand you change your decision, you remember it. A warrior like Uhtred deserved Valhalla, not the cursed life of a bloodthirsty demon.

Even if it broke your dead heart to think so.

Uhtred had his plan set. Bebbanburg was almost in his grasp, but it most surely would take a battle to reclaim it. You could see the fire in his eyes, a fire that had once set a similar flame within you.

But you had a different plan.

The longer you stayed, the harder it would get. Uhtred was destined to retake Bebbanburg. To reclaim his birthright and live the life he should have years ago. A life you wished for him to keep on living until its end.

A life, that he had to live without you.

Because with every passing day, month turning into years, your resolve was weakening. You loved him. More than you could ever remember loving anyone. But you decision hadn't changed.

To let him claim his home back only to turn him into a monster who could ravage it lands? There was a cruelty in that you couldn't allow yourself to succumb to. He deserved to enjoy what he spent so long fighting for. Even if he had to enjoy it without you.

Uhtred was preparing to leave when you found him. Armour half strapped to his body as he sharpened his sword.

"My love, I must hunt before we leave," you said softly, crouching in front of him as his hands stilled.

He had been on edge for days, you could almost smell the adrenaline in his veins. The happiness you felt for him almost outweighed the shame in what you planned to do.

His hand cupped your cheek, bringing your face to his for a kiss.

"Take as long as you need, I cannot wait to have Bebbanburg finally back in my hands," he smiled, kissing you again, "Back into our hands."

You were lucky you could not cry. But your eyes stung as though you were.

You forced your lips into a smile, your hand on his forearm as you kissed him again. Longer this time, trying to pour everything you felt for him into one kiss. Trying to tell him everything you knew you could not put into words.

This kiss was a goodbye, yet he had no idea.

"Do not wait for me, I will surely find you as I always do," you barely finished the sentence, the lie burning the back of your throat, like poison on your tongue.

One final kiss, your hand moving to rest on his heart. Memorising the beat you would never hear again. And he still knew nothing. Or maybe he did, and maybe whatever gods watched you were giving you one blessing in your cursed life.

"I love you, my Lord Uhtred."

Uhtred pressed his forehead to yours, like he had done more than a hundred times. Savouring the cold sting of your skin, the oddly sweet scent of your hair.

"And I love you, my Lady."

He stood on the walls. Bebbanburg was his, his traitorous cousin slain by his hand. Everything he had worked towards for years was finally his. Every dream he'd had of this moment had come true.

Well, almost every one.

You were not here.

He had looked for you, even in the midst of battle. Yet you were not there. He had sent men to look for you, but they hadn't even found a footstep. Everything you owned was gone, barely a trace you had ever been in his life to begin with.

Except for one thing. He'd had it made for you, after you had told him you could only remember snippets of your mortal life. Uhtred had made sure not to get it blessed, made sure there wasn't an ounce of silver in the pendant. A rune, carved by Uhtred into the metal. He'd told you it promised protection. But it was the thought that had warmed you.

And no it hung from his fist. It was the only thing you had left behind. The only reminder that you had ever been real.

His immortal love, now no more than a memory.

TLK Taglist:

@legitalicat @foxyanon @thenameswinter99 @multyfangirl

@sihtricsafin @alexagirlie @gemini-mama @leather-bound-fantasies

If you want to be added or removed, please let me know!

[wolfofwessex]

[dirtytransmasc]

little things I noticed in The Last Kingdom that make me smile;

Sihtric and Finan have matching hair beads (they go along the top of the ear)

in the episode 4x8 (around 34:41) Sihtric keeps Osferth standing when he starts to pass out cause Finan got him so drunk. He pats him and tells him to stay awake, and then proceeds to watch him quite closely for the rest of the episode

after the slave ship, Uhtred never makes Finan row again, even during emergencies

Finan is always takes care of Uhtred (feeds him and gives him his cloak when he's sick, checks over his injuries after Edward has him tortured, hugs him and helps him mourn after losing *insert a list of characters Uhtred has lost over the span of the show*

Sihtric treats aethalstan like a little brother. when they were being hunted down, and we're corned by eardwulf, presumably about to die, he hands him a dagger but makes the stereotypical bug brother "I want it back" comment. he pretends to be grouchy with him but protects his life and childhood with his own.

furthermore, when running from eardwulf Sihtric and Finan both hold his hand while they run.

finan treats aethalstan like the child/children he lost (we know prior to the slave ship he was married with children, but we don't know much)

osferth is used to having no one when he first joins the group so he tends to drift away, anticipating being rejected, so the others physically draw him in and show him rather then tell him they love him. particularly finan.

Sihtric always looks to finan when nervous or unsure. they click their weapons before battle so Sihtric knows he has someone to fight for, to live for, to go back to.

it was finan that helped him find his faith, even if Sihtric was a pagan and Finan was a Christian.

Sihtric started having some sort of trauma response to being tied up and Osferth immediately started trying to calm him down despite having to armed men with orders to watch them die or slit their throats if it took to long, standing 5 feet away from them.

Sihtric, Finan, and Osferth are considered "Uhtreds pretty boys"

pyrlig became a priest in attempt to retire, then met Uhtred, and he was forced to throw retirement out the window and hasn't known peace since

the boys loves Hild like a big sister/mom

Uhtred has been shown to form deep connections with his horses

no matter how much osferth grew, he remained the groups baby, and they loved him to peices.

[ladyinred2248]

I rewatched the episode where Alfred pardons Uhtred, their last talk or whatever and when Uhtred tears up it makes me want to cry every time

They are soulmates despite the circumstances (not in a gay way, but I wish)

[moonlight-rider25]

Ale House Maiden

Purely TLK sumt! Featuring reader, Finan, Sihtric, and Uhtred. 

Word count:  6019

Warnings: Rated X, swearing, light bondage, unprotected sex, all the jazz...

You've been serving at the Cookham ale house for as long as you can remember; a career choice your mother thought would fit you well seeing as your greatest qualities in life were your big bosoms and your ability to flirt with any man near. She wasn't wrong; and through the years the job served you well. Especially when intoxicated men became regulars leaving handsome tips for you. A few of those regulars in more recent years were none other than Lord Uhtred and his men. 

The moment they stepped through the ale house door your heart nearly leaped out of your chest. They were all devilishly handsome; their hair, their voices, their demeanor and the courageous ways they carried themselves, their huge toned bodies that towered over normal towns folk… not to mention their especially kind tips of silver. There was nothing that you loved daydreaming more, than the mere image of one of those strong men taking you in their arms and having their way with you up against the wall, or on a table, or even outside behind the ale house…

It was an especially rowdy night at the ale house, and you were nonstop from the moment its doors opened. A celebration of sorts was happening within the town and along with it, many eager paying individuals ready to celebrate by getting drunk. Your forehead damp from the hustle in the ale house, you poured several more cups full of fresh ale, gathered them in your arms and set out for the table to place them at. Squeezing your way through the crowded ale house and over a few passed out drunk on the floor, you made your way over, and set the large cups of ale down with a thud. You felt the eyes of the men heavy on you, as they usually were, while you unloaded your arms of the cool drinks.

"Is there anything else I can get you gentlemen?" You ask without looking up.

"I'll take a tall drink of you lassy!" His thick Irish accent cuts through the rowdy ale house as he speaks.

You glance up towards him, his glistening brown eyes peer up at you. You try your best to compose yourself after realizing who it is that's speaking to you; Finan. You'd know that voice anywhere. You smirk and dramatically toss your hair back behind your shoulders exposing your well rounded and exposed chest.  His eyes light up, and the other men near him lean closer getting a better view.

"Make that two!" Shouts another man near Finan.

"Ayee, yer married, ya fool!" Finan teases the Dane looking man you know of as Sihtric.

You giggle to yourself and bite back your bottom lip, eyeing them dangerously.

"Perhaps after closing, darlings." You wink as you tell them flirtatiously.

A few of the other men begin cheering, hooting and whistling towards your comment but you dismiss it to natural manly behavior. You smile pleasingly and begin to depart from the table when you bump into a rather large man.

"My apologies." You say discreetly, trying to weave through the sea of men. 

But he stops you. His giant rough hands on your shoulders; you stare up in disbelief before you. His piercing blue eyes stare down at you, turning your insides to goo just being so close to him.

"My lord!" You say clearing your throat. 

He chuckles to himself and eyes you devilishly. 

"What can I..do for you?" You ask sheepishly.

"Oh, no! No not at all.." You reassure him in a shy voice.

"Are my men giving you a hard time?" He asks with a smirk though his huge calloused hand.

You swallow hard peering into his deep blue eyes and try to maintain a steady breath. He releases your face, his thumb trailing down across your chin, he slips between you and others heading back to his table. 

He releases your shoulder with one hand and traces his thumb along his bottom lip, deep in thought as his eyes trail up and down you.

"Well let me know if they do.." He says, finally; in a raspy whisper. 

Stunned, you fumble your way through the crowd back to the bar and down a lonely cup of ale. You wipe your hands on your apron and begin pouring more drinks for the eager men sitting before you. Your mind spins from the events that just happened but your muscle memory kicks in and drinks are being served as usual. Men smiling and ogling over you leaving you handsome tips in the process. 

He stands still for a moment still eyeing you. Then cranes his head down closer to yours and places his hand on your chin gently pulling your face towards him.

A little while later you hear the shouting of men begin to start a brawl in the middle of the ale house; you roll your eyes and sigh looking around to see if anyone is breaking it up. Of course per usual, the onlookers are doing no such thing; other than shouting them on, and encouraging the behavior. You toss your arms full of ale onto the closest table and rush to the center of the room. Two very drunk individuals are shoving each other around the circle of shouting men. 

"Out, come on we can not have this in here!" You shout over the crowd.

Shoving your way through the formed circle of men you reach the center and see the two inebriated trouble makers.

"ENOUGH!" You try to yell louder over the noise "GET OUT, OUTSIDE WITH YOU! NOT IN HERE!" You shout louder.

You yell in pain and cover your face. You pull your hand back and see the bit of red dripping from your fingers. Your eyes wetten as you swallow the mouthful of blood. You spit on the floor and grip your white apron with shaking fists. 

"STOP IT NOW!" You demand as loudly as you can.  Your voice is still not heard. But instead the larger of the two is cast in your direction and his big bald head smacks into you.

"GET THE FUCK OUT YOU BASTARDS!" 

Your words are of no use as the two men grasping each other by the shoulders fling one another around the circle. 

The crowds yelling settles a bit as the attention has been taking from the men to you. And swiftly you see a table of men get up at once and grab the unruly men in the middle of the circle. Their presence opens a wide hole in the sea of men and they pluck the belligerent fighters from the floor and drag them outside. 

A dark figure emerges from behind, casting a large shadow on you.  You hear him plunk himself down at a seat by the bar without a word.

"Damnit!" You yell as you spit again. 

"Sorry…I'll be right with you.." You inform them over your shoulder, still trying to steady the bleeding. Your rag finally turning less and less red, you spin around and spy Uhtred sitting at the bar waiting patiently with a handsome smile painted across his face.

You breath wavers, uncurling your clenched fists, you wipe your face again with shaky hands. Seeing more redness still forming at your lip, you storm off back to the bar and rinse your mouth a few times with some water. But the redness still remains. 

You bite back your grin, trying not to wince at the pain as you eye the heroic warrior sitting so patiently watching you tend to your bloody lip. 

"Oh dear", you snicker "Can I help you?" You ask, your voice full of laughter. 

"Perhaps.. but I believe I should help you first." Uhtred grins and extends his arm out towards you. 

You inch closer to him and he reaches out grabbing a clean rag from behind the wooden bar. He dips it in a nearby cup of ale and gently dabs it over your swollen bottom lip. You cringe at the sting and instinctively reach up clutching his huge arm.

"It's alright." He whispers to you calmly. 

You release his arm and he cautiously tries to dap at your lip again, even softer this time.

"...Thank you." You tell him.

He smiles and continues to cater to your swollen lip, you can't help but stare madly into his gorgeous blue eyes, watching his two perfect pink lips turn up a little as he tends to you. 

"What's your name?" He asks.

"...Y/N" you tell him faintly. 

"Well, Y/N…" He allows his words to linger in the air for a moment.  “You’re going to be swollen and sore for a bit but I do believe you’ll recover just fine…” A smirk turning up at the corners of his lips. 

You relax against him a bit, comforted by the tone in his words. A smile spreads across your face instantly stinging your lip and flees, all too quickly. 

"Thank you, my lord.. I suppose I am in your debt…" 

His smirk grows into a smile.

"Please, call me Uhtred.'' He tells you with a grin.  His eyes twinkle in the dim light as they peer back at you. “..Though I hate to inform you, your debt will have to be paid to my men.." 

He pulls his hand away and drops the stained rag on the table before you. You cast him a look of suspicion and he laughs leaning against his elbows on the bar. His face only inches from yours; he sits peering into your eyes for a moment and it makes your mouth go dry.

"Your men?"  You ask, swallowing down the harsh lump as best you can.

"Mmm, mmhmm" He hums quietly before taking a long dip of ale.

You peer around the side of Uhtred's head and spy Finan and Sihtric standing watching you from a distance. 

"They were hoping since they cast those bastards out; as you so lovely put it…" Uhtred places his ale cup back down on the table. "...That you would make good on your promise…" He says with a mischievous smirk.

Your eyes peer back towards the incredible handsome man addressing you.

"What promi…." 

Your face fills with redness and you feel the heat rising in your chest. Uhtreds stares at you with a charming and equally malicious look as you come to the realization. 

You run your hand through your hair and take a long sip of Uhtred's ale holding it in your mouth wondering how you landed yourself in such a spot. If only all things were as easy to conjure if only by daydreams and imaginings. 

"Your men?" You ask after a large gulp.

"Mmm"

"Sihtric, and Finan?" You take another large gulp of the ale.

"Mmmmhmm."

"Wish me to bed!?" 

Uhtred casts his look down towards the table and you finish his remaining ale in his cup for him. He shakes his head and looks back up grinning ear to ear at you.

You pour another full cup of ale for Uhtred and grab another for yourself as well, gulping its coolness down in disbelief. 

"...I can't disagree with them." He says, shaking his head again.

"No?" You ask him, bringing the cup to your lips again.

"Why do you sound so surprised?.." he asks, staring back at you. "You’re beautiful, tough,…bonnie, as Finan would say." He chuckles as the words escape him.

Uhtred leans back in his seat and taps lightly on the table.

"Well…" you say before taking another long sip.

His face is soft but still smiling and you can't help but stare back into his delicious blue eyes.

"..Well?" Uhtred asks in a smooth mysterious voice.

"No, I can't.."

"...Well they're going to have to wait till I shut down the house.." You tell him with a sly smile, reminded by the stinging of your lip instantly. 

You place your cup down by his hand and allow your fingers to graze past his huge calloused knuckles. He grabs your hand and pulls you closer toward him in a smooth, gentle motion.

"We'll be back then.." He says only inches from your face. 

He releases you and stands gesturing to the others before heading out the door. Finan and Sihtric keep their eyes on you till the last second before disappearing into the darkness. 

"And no more brawls tonight!" Uhtred calls out over his shoulder before disappearing along with them.

You slump down behind the bar and clutch your chest. Your head whizzing in every direction. (What on earth have I gotten myself into...)

*******************************

The rest of the night spirals by in a furry. You do your best to keep your focus on the tasks at hand, but it's nearly impossible to keep calm knowing what's in store for the end of the night. You keep replaying the conversation in your mind wondering if it was all just a bluff, then your heart drops out of your stomach thinking about standing and waiting for no one in the darkness after you lock the ale house up. Drink after drink floats from the bar by your hands and before you know it, the bar has died down. You try your best to cast the rest of the men out and tidy up the few remaining cups from the tables. Your mind is almost at ease before you hear the door open and footsteps entering. 

You turn and see them standing and watching you; lust and wonder heavy in their eyes.  You clear your throat and dump the cups into a pail. Sihtric and Finan stride towards you and lean up against the bar.; slick smirks on their face as they eye you devilishly. Uhtred appears from behind them, his arms crossed and not so impressed looking. You swallow hard meeting his eye. 

"Why the long face?" You ask leaning forward against the wooden bar on your elbows.

 Finan and Sihtric carefully watch your movements and seem to be pleased.

You allow your hips to dip and dance for their amusement and you hear the two whistle and hoot in response. Uhtred, clearly unamused by their comments, slams his fist upon a nearby table, and you spin around startled. 

"Well, come boys…" you tell them, waltzing out from behind the bar and towards the back rooms of the house. 

"She is a lady and will be treated like so!" He commands them in a deep low voice. 

Uhtred smirks but says nothing. 

You feel the smile creeping up across your lips and bite it back.

The men look at you, and you point them in the direction down the hall.

"Second room on the left.." You tell them.

They skitter away eagerly and you turn your head back to Uhtred. He inches closer gripping at your waist.

"You don’t have to do this, you know..." He tells you quietly.

He shakes his head a bit, the smirk emerging at the corners of his lips. You roll your eyes, leaning in against him, playing with the straps on his chest.

“Is that a hint of jealousy I detect in your voice?” You ask him with a giggle.

" ..I would.." you pause staring up towards him wondering if you should utter the words on your tongue. He returns the mournful look towards you and you swallow hard trying to gather the words once again.

You suck a deep breath in and exhale with a sly grin on your face.

"...I would gladly take you over those two, anyday…" you tell him quietly. 

He grips your hand in his and brings it to his mouth pressing a soft kiss on it. You pull your hand away and replace it with your own lips. The touch instantly hurts your lip from earlier. Uhtred pulls back gently feeling your swollen lip graze against his.  You peer up into his glimmering blue eyes and he watches as your chest rises and falls with each deep breath. You reach up and pull his head closer, colliding your lips together again, regardless of the pain it's causing you. He pecks gentle kisses on you at first. Being mindful of your swollen lip, but before long, has his mouth enraged upon yours. His tongue tangles with yours as you moan into him. 

His hands slide up your sides gripping the ties of your dress before unlacing the back and prying it from your body. You gasp against him and he pulls his head back taking in the view of your naked chest as he peels your dress down over you. He chuckles under his breath and licks his lips before pulling you back towards him; sucking and kissing at your neck and shoulders. You wrap your hands around his neck and moan softly against him as your core quivers from his touch. 

He breaks his mouth from your chest and spins you around. Tightly held in his arms against him you feel his hard eager cock pressing gently against your ass. He unties the rest of the ribbons down your back and allows your dress to fall to the ground. He presses hot wet kisses over your bare shoulders.  You reach up entwining your hand in his hair; his hands come out from behind cupping and groping at your tits. He spins you back around and looks you up and down in your nakedness. His hand winds down over your bare ass, and he pulls your thigh up around him. His fingers graze against your wet core and he snickers watching you groan and pant at his touch. 

"Go settle their needs…" He tells you, his fingers edging into your wet core. 

You groan against him as you feel his warm blunt fingers slide inside you for a brief moment.  

You meet his eye and smile brightly at him, he places you softly down on the ground unwrapping yourself from him and smacks your ass as you stumble down the hall before him. 

“..Keep that for me, yeah?”

Your legs wobbly as you make your way down the dark hall; a grand grin painted across your face.  You wrap lightly on the door and Finan opens it with a lustful smile. He swings the door open and pulls you in admiring your body. You swallow hard and he takes your hand gently in his. You stand naked in between the two tall muscular men, they've striped their outer clothes off but only you stand naked between them.

“But that mouth…” he tells you in a whisper, then pecks a small gentle kiss on your lips. 

Sihtrics fingers trace long gentle strokes down your shoulders followed by light wet kisses. He grips your hips firmly and grasps at your naked perky ass. Finan stands a few steps back, enjoying the view.  You smile flirtatiously at him, enjoying Sihtrics mouth; hot and eager upon your sensitive skin. You bite back a gasp as Sihtric presses himself against you forcefully, his hands slither out from behind you and go in opposite directions.  One up to cup your breast and the other down between your legs at your wet core. 

Sihtric mumbles low against your ear.

“She's ready for us, already.” he informs Finan with a chuckle.

Finans tongue darts out of his mouth and licks his lips. You meet his eyes and gleam at him, allowing Sihtric mouth to caress down your neck and shoulder. Finan shifts in place and swiftly removes his thin shirt swiftly up over his head. His chest speckled in hair gleams with a thin layer of sweat and he tosses his shirt to the side watching you. His arms flexing as he does and you giggle quietly watching him with a smirk. Finan smiles back at you and makes sure your watching him while he tugs at his waistband.  His cock stands protruding against the thin layer of fabric. He pulls his pants taunt against himself and thrusts dramatically in your direction before smiling and reaching his hand down into the thin layer of fabric against his hard cock. 

Finan sucks a deep inhale in and meets your eye, while his hand in his waistband strokes his hard cock slowly. 

“Oh no,” Sihtric purrs seductively in your ear. “He likes to watch…” 

“Ay I think she also likes to watch…” Finan says in a low husky tone.

Sihtrics fingers creep down between your legs and make small quick circles around your swollen mound. You groan quietly, instinctively reaching out towards Finan, but Sihtric keeps you in his grasp.

Sihtric cups your ass and you instinctively jump up into his arms. He engulfs your nipples with his mouth and you let a low moan escape you. He sucks and laps eagerly at your chest, backing you towards a tall standing workbench and places you carefully on it. His mouth swiftly moves down the front of your body and you tangle your fingers into his hair as he makes his way slowly down between your legs. You lean back against the cold bare wall, arching your core towards him and he moans happily nipping at your thighs.  You watch as Finan admires the sight of your bare chest rising and falling rapidly.

“..Can’t disappoint him now can we?” You giggle against Sihtrics' neck.

Sihtric begins slowly at first, licking soft laps at your wet core. You moan against him pulling at his head, but he takes his time and builds you up slowly.  You feel his warm soft tongue dart out and drag across your sensitive clit and gasp. He reaches up with a hand and begins tracing tiny quick circles around your bud. Lapping and sucking gently around his fingers. You pant against him, eagerly trying to edge him on to move harder or faster. Finan is busy at work in his pants, breathing heavily as he watches you enjoy Sihtric.  

You flash Finan a devilish smile and turn yourself around against Sihtric. His arms caging you as he takes in the view of your nakedness.

You feel Sihtric smile against your wet throbbing core; and he stops. He rises up meeting your face, his hand still circling your eager clit. He presses his hard cock springing from his pants against your wet entrance and you wrap your arms around his neck desperately trying to encourage him towards you. He snickers, then plunges his fingers in between your wet aching walls and you cry out against him. 

“She's ready for you.” Sihtric laughs over his shoulder. 

Your eyes burst open as his touch escapes you. Sihtric is quickly replaced by Finan approaching you. His gleaming chest rising and falling as he places his hands firmly against your thighs. You pant against him and he grabs a handful of your hair, snapping your head back staring deeply into your eyes.

“Easy there kitten,” Finan whispers. “We're just getting started…” 

His huge rough fingers dance across your wet mound swirling and rubbing against your already so sensitive clit.  He reaches his hand up and sucks your wetness from his fingers. You swallow a heavy moan down your throat watching him eye you viciously as he does. He releases your head, grabbing at your ass and scooting you towards the edge closer to him. You buck towards him feeling his hard cock press gently into your thigh.  He cups your face, keeping your eyes set on his. 

“You have very beautiful eyes, my lady” He tells you slowly.  “I want to see what they look like with my cock resting deep inside you.”

You groan against him, bucking forwards still, searching for his cock with your hands, you line him up with your entrance and buck against him. His strength outweighs yours but the tip of his cock urges you to push further. You dig your fingers into his trim waist pulling at him to get closer. He beams down at you, holding himself back from you. 

A low chuckle erupts from deep within him. 

“We can do this all night, if you'd like…” He says with laughter dancing in his tone. 

You swallow a hard dry lump down your throat and try to relax against him. He smiles devilishly and takes your hands pressing a light kiss on both of your knuckles.  You watch him as he wraps a piece of rope around your wrists intricately, binding your hands together.  Your breath slows a bit, he watches you carefully. 

He places your bound arms around his neck onto his huge broad shoulders. Unable to do much more, you intertwine your fingers in his thick hair, tugging at it watching his eyes flutter as he growls low.  He holds your jaw with one of his hands and digs his fingers into your waist with his other. 

“...Behave..” He says in a low growl.  

His eyes are full of lust and determination. You lick your lips, eyeing his twitching cock only inches from you.  You buck towards him and he pulls out of reach.  You bite your lip meeting his eyes and buck towards him again, your ass nearing the edge of the table; yet he pulls away further. You grip another handful of his thick black hair and pull harshly at it.  He smiles as he groans out. You release your fist of hair and his head curls back with a grand smile on it.

“...That… is not behaving…” he tells you through a smirk.

You grasp huge handfuls of his hair with both hands this time, pulling him towards you with all your might.  

“..Then give me what I want, damnit…” You breathe heavily against him.

He smiles and reaches down between your legs, watching your eyes flutter open and closed as you moan softly against him. You feel his hot tip finally at your entrance, your core aching with anticipation. You swallow hard peering back into his deep brown eyes filled with lust and he watches you carefully…presses himself ever so slowly between your sore soaking folds. You groan against him, biting at your bottom lip trying to keep your eyes open for him to watch. His face studies you carefully watching as you take him inch by inch. Finally you feel him pressed against you and you explode with a moan against him. 

His face turns up into a devilish smile and he sits for a moment pressed as deep as he can be inside you. You pant against him and he pulls back a little before starting to thrust slowly and harshly against you. Your body jolts with each thrust and you moan against him, digging your fingers into his sweaty scalp as you buck towards him.  

“Faster!!” you pant against him. 

Your core slowly builds and twists up into a long awaiting spill.

He grunts against you, his mouth catching your neck and sucking hard against your damp sensitive skin.  He grips your thighs and pounds harder against you, your moans and his grunts filling the thick air around you. 

“Right there Finan!” You cry through your breathlessness. “Don’t stop!” Your walls clench tight  around his cock inside you knowing your own climax is just upon you. He groans a loud moan and stops abruptly.

“No! Don’t stop!” You cry again, thrashing against him.

He pulls himself out, his cock dripping with the murky white seed. He pants watching you with a smug smile as you squirm angrily aginst him. He picks you up and you buck against him, your wetness covering him as you twist insatiable in his clutch. You pant against him and he drops you to your feet. You collapse against him, your legs tingling and unable to hold you. He steadies you carefully before unhooking your arms from around his neck and uniting your wrists. He flashes a final devilish grin before inching aside while you almost collapse completely, before grasping onto Sihtrics' now bare body taking Finans place. 

Sihtrics fingers dance at your soaking core and you groan while squirming against his huge hand. He flips you around onto your stomach and gently bends you against the table. You pant against the hard wooden surface and feel his fingers trace carefully between your slick throbbing folds. 

“Do it!” you demand through your breaths. “Do it now!” 

You moan against the table arching your back up towards him and feel his throbbing cock as he lines up with your soaking entrance.  He plunges himself deep into your wetness, you groan loudly as your body jolts against his. You brace yourself. He squeezes your ass as it jiggles against his thrusts and arch your back as he dips in and out of your aching core. 

“I’ll have to personally thank all the Gods for your plump little feisty ass when I meet them” he tells you before smacking your other cheek.

He grunts as he slams wildly deep within you. You feel the waves building within you again and push harder against him with every thrust. Your breath staggers as he collides against you, he smacks his hand harshly against your ass again and you cry out against the table. Your climax builds more and more with each thrust as you moan out in pleasure. His thrusts quickly turn sporadic and ravenous as you hear him grunt from behind you. 

Sihtric smacks your ass hard and you groan out.

“I’m so close!” You moan out.

Your body quivers against him and the table.

“Cum, Sihtric, cum for me!” 

“Tell me to cum!” He shouts through his grunts.

He smacks your ass hard and your cry out

He slows and pulls himself out, you feel the hot seed spill out over your ass and lower back and squirm under him, your own orgasm quickly disappearing away as he pins you between himself and the table. You moan against the hard surface and pant wildly. 

“Christ, tell me to cum!” He demands again.

“Fucking bastards!” You mutter to yourself, while prying your shaky body from the table. 

They chuckle as they clothed themselves and you grab someone's nearby shirt before fleeing the room. 

“Thank you, my lady!” Finan calls happily down the hallway after you with a laugh. 

You wrap the man's shirt around you barely covering yourself and step out into the lit main room of the house. A smile grows across your face when his eyes shoot up and meet yours. He sits shirtless against a large wooden chair covered by a large fur, his blue eyes sparkling; peering back at you, his chest sculpted perfectly and his muscles bulging as he shifts restlessly in the seat. 

(Fuck) you whisper to yourself as you step cautiously towards him. He extends his hand out to you and you intertwine your fingers with his as you seat yourself carefully down, straddling one of his legs and gently rubbing your wet core against his huge string thigh. He groans softly gazing at you with heavy lust filling his eyes. You lean in against him and he catches your mouth with his finger. 

“...Keep that pretty little mouth for me?” he asks in a husky groan, tracing little circles around your lips with his thumb.

You reach up caressing his strong jaw in your fair little hands, and smile.

“Of course.” You answer him with a giggle.

He smiles back and pulls you against him, capturing your mouth hungrily and forcefully. You moan against him and he plucks the shirt down over your tits, his hands kneading and stroking them. You trace your hand down his toned chest to the opening in his pants. You eagerly pry at the ties concealing him and finally his huge hard cock springs free. He groans against you as you carefully grab his cock and feel him twitch slightly against you. He grasps your tiny face and his tongue invades your mouth hungry and wanting. He groans against you as you stroke him up and down. 

You pry your lips from his, and quickly replace your fair little hands with your hot wet mouth. He bucks up towards you and groans happily; his huge hand gently urging your mouth down further around his throbbing cock. You moan against him, your own core pulsating and eager to feel him inside you finally bring you to your long awaited orgasm. He sucks in a sharp breath as he thrusts himself down your throat. You choke back his throbbing cock, squealing slightly and he releases his hand from you. You pop up panting and place yourself on top of him, he inches down in the chair against the fur allowing you better access to him.

You hover over him, aligning yourself with him, and he twitches his throbbing cock against your soaking entrance. You whine out and he sucks your nipple into his mouth. 

“Uhtred!'' You moan as you lower yourself down on top of him. 

You feel your walls quiver as they wrap eagerly around him and he squeezes his rough fingertips into your hips. He grunts and thrusts up against you, sending a shudder through your body. You grind yourself hard against him, bouncing up and down on him. You pant and groan loudly as you ride him and he thrusts with you, making your orgasm grow quickly and wildly.  With each motion, you feel your stomach clenching tighter and your walls clutching faster against his cock. You dig your nails into his shoulders, riding him hard, he grunts with you and soon you feel your climax coming to a head. 

“Look at me Y/N, look into my eyes.” he pants breathless against you. “I want to see your face..”

He grasps your face and pulls you down close to his, sucking at your neck and jaw.

He thrusts up against you as you come undone on top of him. He moans watching you spill over his throbbing cock and you feel him shift his pace faster. You collapse against him, panting as you come undone on top of him. He holds you carefully, still plunging deep within you, letting you ride out your high limply on top of him. You shiver and then relax against him, before he lifts you effortlessly and spins around setting you on the table. His mouth catches yours and he devours your sweet sounds as he thrusts hard and fast against your aching core. You cling against him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pant as he fills you completely again. 

“Uhtred!” you cry bucking hard against him. "I'm so close!"

“Right there!” you squeal.

“Do it again” He says in a husky moan.

You grind against him and pant trying to keep your eyes open as you feel the knot inside you begin to erupt. 

You reach up clutching his huge strong neck and grind against him as he plows hard against you. He carefully clutches your throat with his huge hand sending a whole new kind of sensation down to your core. You gasp quietly as he rocks in and out of you watching your eyes flutter open and closed. Another orgasm tightening up in your stomach as he bucks against you. 

“Uhtred!” you squeal again. 

He thrusts sporadically, finally releasing his hand from your throat and you moan out loudly.  You buck up against him as the waves crash through your core again, leaving your legs tingling and your stomach uncurling. You rock against him as he moans into your bare shoulder. You feel the hot heat burst out inside you and groan happily against him. He gradually slows his pace, panting against you. You pull him back, colliding his lips with yours again. He pants heavily against you, resting his forehead to yours. After a long moment of catching his breath, he slowly pulls out; his tip dripping in cum as he leans over you panting. You reach down and grasp his twitching cock and he groans low against you. Your core throbs from pleasure and he leans down, capturing your mouth a final time with his. 

“Uhtred..” You pant against him.

He smiles coyly against your lips exhaling heavily.

“...One more time?..”