Gremlin Who Looks Like A Rat

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Went to Dublin and finally got to meet @thalygremlinsson in the flesh! For the long time followers; she is the wonderful person who created the Gremlinsson art, which we agreed to turn into a keychain and I got to gift one to the man himself at eacon3. She has made some incredible Sihtric art over the years and it was an absolute pleasure to meet her. Definitely one of the absolute highlights of my short visit! 🖤

[thalygremlinsson]

Imagine meeting the fanfic queen herself and getting to talk lives and rats 💜

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

warnings: 18+!! smut, fluff & a little angst. mentions of panic attacks/anxiety, kidnapping, alcohol, drugs, addiction, murder and assault.

pairing: Gangster!Sihtric x Psychologist!Reader (f) (no use of Y/N)

summary: You knew it wouldn't be easy when one of the most notorious gangsters in town stepped into your therapy room, but you never expected that you'd have to decide between your mind or following your heart.

word count: 9,6k

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The Intake.

'You look like you don't want to be here.'

'Because I don't.'

You stared at Sihtric, your new patient, who would undoubtedly be a tough nut to crack in the appointments that hopefully followed after his intake. You observed his entire demeanor from the second he entered your therapy room, and it told you everything you needed to know to make up your mind about whether he was in the right place or not.

He sat with his arms crossed, his black t-shirt showing off his toned biceps, and he bit down on his lip as he subtly fidgeted with the rings around tattooed fingers, while he preferred to direct his mismatched eyes at anything but you. His black jeans hugged his muscular legs as he sat with his knees spread, bouncing one rapidly while his black boots were planted firmly on the carpeted floor. His dark curls were long on one side and completely shaved off on the other, which brought out the sharp features of his handsome but slightly scarred face. 

He was visibly uncomfortable and reluctant to open up, and he would most likely continue to be so. You didn't need more than two seconds to establish that fact.

'If you don't want to be here, or perhaps feel you don't need to be here, then why did you agree to come?' you asked.

Sihtric shrugged, then finally looked at you again for the first time since you had shook his hand upon welcoming him. 'Isn't that your job to figure out, miss?' 

'Not quite,' you smiled politely, 'but it is my job to help you.'

'Help,' Sihtric scoffed lightly, then brought his eyes back to the ceiling again.

You've dealt with countless challenging patients who shared their life stories and struggles with you over time, but you couldn't deny that having Sihtric Kjartansson as a patient was a little nerve wracking, even for an experienced psychologist such as yourself. You knew who he was, but then everyone knew who he was in this town and its neighbouring cities. You knew just like everyone that Sihtric was one of the masterminds behind numerous targeted explosions, robberies, violent attacks, and even a couple of deaths and missing people cases that had occurred in town over the past years, and God knows what else he had been a part of. Everyone knew Sihtric was guilty of the most heinous acts, the problem was just that no one could pin it on him or his fellow gangsters; Uhtred, Finan and Osferth. 

People in town weren't necessarily scared of them, but everyone also knew it was best to not create a reason for that either. The gangsters didn't usually come after the regular folk. So if you had no trouble with them, then they would have no trouble with you, and they'd actually be more than willing to help you out here and there if you'd ask them. And they could help with anything, you'd name it. Need a vehicle fixed? Finan would know a guy. Need to loan some money because you're behind on rent? Uhtred would cover you. Need some heaving lifting done around the house? Sihtric was your man. Need to spread the word about that new business you just started? Osferth was on it. However, if you did cross any of the men and ended up on their bad side? Then your days would be numbered. And surely the kind of life Sihtric lived wasn't a very good one when it came to his mental health.

'You've had panic attacks recently, no?' you asked.

Sihtric looked at you and clenched his jaw. He was silent, but his mind was loud as flashbacks hit him immediately. Images of the night on which he was brutally taken from his barstool at the local stripclub months ago still haunted him. Along with his three companions, he was dragged outside the building by masked men and shoved into a van, before they were knocked out with a crowbar. Each time he remembered how he had gained consciousness that night and found himself tied upside down dangling from a tree, alongside his friends, it triggered a panic attack. The same way that he had experienced a panic attack at that very moment itself. 

'I don't know if it was panic attacks,' Sihtric lied. His heart was pounding in his chest, his leg bounced faster than before, and he started to become a little lightheaded. 'I mean, yeah, maybe, who knows,' he then said, agitated, 'look, I don't want to get into that right now.'

Osferth was the one who had tried to keep him calm that night, until they were able to escape their slow and horrible deaths. But that night never left him, despite getting away from it alive and rather unharmed physically. The head injuries they all suffered were a concern at first, but after a check up from their private doctor, Eadith, they were declared as healthy as could be. But for Sihtric, it couldn't be further from the truth. The panic attacks kept taking him by surprise ever since, and it became a concern for everyone around him as he became a liability too. But his doctor figured it was a mental problem, so there was nothing she could do except refer him to a psychologist, but you weren't aware of the reason behind all his recent anxiety.

'But that is why you are here, even if you aren't sure what exactly it is that you experience when you feel like that,' you reminded him. 'And it's not just the suspected panic attacks as to why you are here. Your recent compulsion to violence has been a problem too.'

'I don't know what you're talking about,' Sihtric lied again.

'The nightclub incident last weekend?' you hinted, 'it's been all over the news for days, Sihtric.'

He quietly remembered his last violent outburst, only a few nights ago, when a man had bumped into him at a club and spilled his drink all over Sihtric's new shoes. Sihtric had grabbed the unfortunate man by his shirt and punched him in the face, after which he had thrown him over the balcony railing of the first floor on which the incident had occurred. At least, that's the story that was told afterwards by "witnesses". The truth was that Sihric had indeed grabbed and repeatedly punched the man, but he had never thrown him off the balcony. The man had simply stumbled backwards and accidentally fallen over the railing, landing on the dancefloor below and breaking several bones as a result.

'I didn't mean for that to happen.'

'But it happened,' you said, 'why?'

'He spilled his drink all over me.'

'And that was the reason to throw him off a balcony?' your voice remained calm.

'I never threw him,' Sihtric retorted, 'I hit him, yes. But he fell on his own, it was an accident. And he's still alive,' he threw his hands up, 'so what's the big deal?'

'What made you respond the way you did that night?'

'Gods, I don't know,' he sighed, 'alcohol? Drugs? Combination of the two?'

'So you were under influence? And before you answer that, just know that if you were to tell me anything that could incriminate you, I do have to report that to the authorities.'

Sihtric stared at you, his gaze piercing as he carefully contemplated his response.

'I wasn't clear headed,' he confessed with caution, 'but I do know it was an accident.'

'Did you experience a panic attack before or after that moment?'

'No,' he lied, again.

'What did you do after the accident?'

'I went home.'

'Alone?'

'What is this, an interrogation?' he scoffed, 'yes, alone.'

'And how did you feel when you were home that night, by yourself?'

'Sick,' he chuckled, 'I threw up.'

'As a result of a panic attack?'

'As a result of drinking and using too much. Look,' he said and momentarily buried his face in his hands, 'with all due respect, okay, but I don't think therapy will help me with this.'

'You think talking won't help you?'

'It won't.'

'Is that what you truly believe?' you asked, 'or is that what you were always taught to believe?'

Sihtric had no response to that, and he felt his chest tighten while his heart began to race again. He had to get out of the room immediately, because he suddenly felt trapped. He felt the rope tied around his ankles and hands again, cutting into his skin as he desperately tried to get out of it while he hung upside down from that tree. He felt the blood rush to his head again and he became dizzy, his vision blurred while his chest ached, and it seemed as if he just couldn't fill his lungs with the air he needed. And so without a word he got up and stormed out, leaving you behind, confused but not entirely surprised.

One week after intake.

'I'm surprised you came back,' you smiled, 'but also very glad you did.'

Sihtric looked around your therapy room again and, like the first time, struggled to lock eyes with you for unknown reasons. He was dressed in all black again, and this time he wore a leather jacket over his t-shirt. He once again sat with his arms crossed, indicating that despite the fact he had decided to visit you for a second time, he still wasn't willing to fully open up to you. He did seem a little more relaxed this time; he still fidgeted with his rings, but he didn't bounce his knee as rapidly like last time.

'How did you feel after our last meeting?'

Sihtric shrugged for an answer.

'Have you been experiencing anything that resembled a panic attack ever since?'

'No.' 

He clearly lied, something you figured would become a usual thing if you didn't address it right away.

'Sihtric,' you said with a soft sigh, 'I am not expecting you to tell me everything about yourself right off the bat. But you've got to work with me if you decide to come here. I need you to stop lying-'

'I'm not lying.'

'I know you are,' you said calmly, 'and you need to stop that. I can't help you if you continue to lie. There is no shame in coming here. There is no shame in needing help. And there is no shame in telling the truth either. But you've got to start telling me the truth.'

Sihtric looked at you, a faint blush settled on his cheeks when he realised you saw right through him, and he felt embarrassed. You noticed his embarrassment as he quietly stared at the carpet beneath his boots, and you gave him a moment to readjust himself.

'Why don't you start by telling me about your past?' you suggested, 'what was it like when you were growing up?'

'I'm sure you know as much about that as everyone else does in this town.'

'I want to hear it from you,' you said, 'I want to hear how you experienced growing up.'

'Well, it sucked,' Sihtric said with a light chuckle, masking the bitter feelings he still felt when thinking about it, 'my mother died giving birth to me, and my father never wanted to acknowledge me as his son because my mother was his mistress. One of many, actually,' he shook his head disapprovingly, 'although he couldn't quite abandon me apparently, he didn't care to look after me much either. We all know he ran an empire of shady business, he did things I definitely don't approve of either, but he did eventually give me jobs as I grew up. The fucked up jobs though, only Sven got the fun jobs,' he almost mumbled, 'but me? For me it was cleaning up the literal mess after a deal went wrong, and burying the people they had killed as a result. We all know about that, we all know what he did, but I was the one cleaning it up for him. In public he'd ignore me and in private he'd assault me. My father was a piece of shit right up until the day that he died. So, yeah, I don't feel incredibly warm and fuzzy when I think about my childhood.'

'How did you feel when your father died?'

'Better,' Sihtric said, 'for a moment. I learned that the joy of watching him die was only momentary, while the pain of what he did to me never left, nor did the scars.'

'You served time for your involvement in his murder, correct?'

'I did.'

'What was that like?'

'I'm not looking to go back to prison,' Sihtric said with a faint smile, 'but at least I didn't have to worry about my father or my stepbrother anymore. I only served a couple of years anyway,' he shrugged, 'the only thing the scars on my body were good for was to get a reduced sentence, as part of why I was involved with his death was seen as a trauma response.'

'Do you believe it was a trauma response?'

'Maybe, I don't know.'

'Do you still struggle with your past?'

'Not as much,' Sihtric said, 'it's been a long time ago, and I ended up doing well for myself.'

'By stepping into your father's shoes in a way?' you chuckled lightly.

Sihtric laughed softly at that; a gentle and joyful sound that caught you by surprise and made your heart flutter. It was the first time you saw him truly smile for a brief moment.

'Didn't you say that I can incriminate myself here?' he smiled almost slyly as he looked at you.

'You don't have to go into detail,' you smiled and felt yourself blush under his gaze, 'I'm aware of the stories about you, but I am not the person who is here to judge you, as I also don't know what is true and what isn't. And I don't need to know that either, as long as we can have honest and open conversations about the things that you struggle with. I want to get to the roots of those panic attacks and violent outbursts you've experienced as of late, so I can help you cope and overcome them. That is all I want, really, I am not looking to get you into trouble.'

'You sure about that?' he asked, still smiling as he titled his head slightly sideways while he bit down on his lip.

'I…,' you chuckled, a little flustered, 'just, eh, tell me if you have been experiencing stress lately for example?'

'Stress? You have no idea.'

'Tell me, if you can.'

'My ex-wife is an example,' he said, followed by a deep sigh, 'I want nothing to do with her anymore, but she keeps finding ways to contact me.'

'What does she want?'

'Money.'

'Do you give her money?'

'Yes,' he admitted, 'only in the hope that she'll leave me alone, because I know she won't stop calling or ringing my doorbell until I answer and give her some cash. She's a whore and an addict, and I'm sorry to say that, but it's the truth. And for some reason I'm still her emergency contact, so every time she overdoses or does some other stupid shit that lands her in the hospital or gets her arrested, I'm the one who gets the call and has to fix it.'

'So you feel responsible for her?'

'I am responsible for her.'

'What makes you think that?'

'Well,' Sihtric scoffed, but then stopped talking as he realised what you were trying to say.

He knew he wasn't actually responsible for her, but because she had no one else, he somehow just accepted the burden he had never quite agreed to. And he didn't really know why he had allowed that to drag on for many years after the divorce.

'Sihtric,' you said, 'I can tell that deep down you are a good person, and you want to look after people. But I'm sure others are aware of that too, like your ex, and she most likely just takes advantage of that. If she is a big cause of stress, then you have to limit her presence in your life for your own wellbeing. Maybe stop giving her money when she stops by, or stop taking that emergency call. It won't be easy, I know that, but it's a start and I suggest we try that and go from here. You are not her caregiver, and acting like one isn't helping you or your own health.'

'You were right,' Sihtric smiled, 'cutting off my ex has been liberating.'

Two weeks after intake.

'I am happy to hear that,' you said, 'that's great news.'

Sihtric continued to smile at you, and this time he rested both his hands on his knees, faintly drumming some mindless rhythm with his fingertips.

'How are you feeling today?'

'Better,' he smiled, 'and how are you?'

'Oh,' you chuckled, 'I believe that is the first time you asked me. I am good, thank you. You seem calmer today, and more willing to be here.'

'I am, I guess.'

'I am happy to hear that. I'd like to know what it felt like when you decided to limit contact with your ex.'

'I felt guilty at first,' Sihtric said quietly, his smile slowly fading, 'and I still do sometimes. I don't want her to get hurt or get into trouble, but trying to keep her on track is exactly why we divorced, because I can't fix her. I tried that when we were married and I failed. I failed as a husband.'

'You feel like you failed as a husband?'

'Yeah, I do,' he said, 'you're supposed to always be there for someone when you marry them. But she just lost her way and I couldn't help her. I… I wasn't enough of a reason for her to stay sober, to stay clean, or to even try to stay away from that shit. She loved the drugs more than she loved me,' he shrugged lightly, 'so after what you told me last week, I try to remind myself every day that I am not the one who should take care of her. And I also realised that by giving her money I am just supporting her addiction, which gets her into trouble, it's just a vicious circle and I see that now.'

'You did the right thing. It sounds like you've made some great progress already, Sihtric. And I am proud of you,' you said, and you swore you saw a hopeful glimmer in his eyes as he looked at you. 'So, since our last conversation,' you continued, 'have you been dealing with any violent outbursts or panic attacks? Or anything else that caused you to feel stressed?'

Sihtric hummed softly as if deep in thought, but the memory of how he had threatened someone with a knife a few nights ago was not buried that deep. He had bumped into Haesten in the street, who was another notorious name in the city. Sihtric, not entirely clear headed that night, believed Haesten could be part of the crew who had kidnapped him and his friends, tying them upside down on a tree and leaving them for death. Sihtric wanted some answers, and he hoped that shoving a knife in Haesten's face would do the trick, but the man swore he didn't know anything. Instead, Haesten wanted to make a deal, and he promised Sihtric he'd ask around and find out whoever tried to get them killed and why. Sihtric agreed to that, but once back home he experienced another panic attack on his own as the memories of that brutal kidnapping haunted him once again. That and the fact that he had to constantly watch his back after the failed murder attempt kept him on edge at all times, but he wasn't going to tell you about all of that. Not yet, at least.

'Hmm,' Sihtric then shrugged, 'no, things have been calm. Nothing weird happened.'

'That sounds unrealistic in your life,' you chuckled, 'but if that is your final answer?'

'It is my final answer,' he smiled, 'things have been fine.'

'Good,' you said, 'that is good, I'm happy to hear that.'

'What do you do for fun?' Sihtric suddenly asked.

'What do you mean?'

'You know, when you don't work,' he said, 'you go out during the weekends? Are you single?'

'I- I… don't see how this is relevant, Sihtric.'

'Come on,' he probed, 'I have to sit here and tell you all about me, while I know nothing about you.'

'Well,' you said with a soft sigh, knowing he wasn't going to let this go easily, 'yes, I am single, and yes I also enjoy going to a club every now and then.'

'So… if I'd bump into you on a night out,' Sihtric said, quite cautiously, 'would you let me buy you a drink?'

'Sihtric,' you weakly protested, 'I… that's… these are not things we should discuss in therapy.'

'You ever been with a Dane before?' he smiled slyly.

'Excuse me?' you half scoffed, 'Sihtric, you do realise I am your psychologist, right?'

'But only in this room, right?'

'Right…,' you hesitated, 'listen, I suggest that for the upcoming appointments we keep our conversations a little more professional, okay?'

Sihtric laughed, albeit a little disappointed, and he then decided to drop it. But the fact you didn't tell him to 'get fucked' right away proved that you weren't entirely against the idea of having a drink with him, and that pleased him.

You continued to meet Sihtric weekly, even after his somewhat inappropriate remark, and it seemed he never shied away from flirting again during the appointments that followed. You weren't fully onboard with it, having to remain professional, but you also weren't wholly opposed either. Sihtric was handsome, more than that even, and in a different setting you wouldn't have brushed off his advances so easily.

Sihtric lingered on your mind day and night, long after each appointment was over, and it gnawed at you. The way he gazed at you, the way he smiled at you, the way he subtly licked or bit down on his lip whenever you spoke to him. You remember his scent and the feeling of his warm hands shaking yours whenever he greeted you. He was just so kind and funny, smart too and sweet as well, it was impossible to not swoon over him the more you got to know him. And yet, even after all your conversations, he still remained somewhat of an enigma, which only added to your interest…

But you also knew better than to get romantically involved with a criminal such as Sihtric, because it wouldn't be your first rodeo. And yet you just couldn't quite forget him. And neither could he.

Sihtric had struggled to admit it at first, but he gradually began to see and feel the progress he had made ever since he started opening up to you during the appointments. But more than that, the initial attraction he had felt upon seeing you grew stronger with every week that passed, and he wanted more. He needed more, because he couldn't get enough. Just seeing you and talking to you was not enough to quiet his cravings for you. He wanted to touch you, to kiss you, to taste you and feel you. He wanted to explore every inch of your body, worshipping you, protecting you, and above all wanting to make love to you. 

But beside the primal urges you brought out in him, there was a softness to his feelings too. He felt calm and safe around you, something he hadn't felt for most of his life, and he wanted to cling onto that feeling forever, for as long as he could, but he was also terrified that those safe feelings might just disappear someday. Because everything good he had experienced in his life had never been long lasting.

So when you broke the news to him after a few months of seeing each other in your therapy room that you were taking three weeks off from work, he felt the tell-tale symptoms of a panic attack, and he couldn't hide it no matter how hard he tried.

You calmed him down that appointment, reassuring him that you weren't leaving for good and that there was always an emergency number he could text if he needed to. All of that did ease his mind, and downing a glass of cold water helped too. But it didn't repair the crack in his heart which would only continue to splinter further during the weeks he didn't get to see you… 

But as fate would have it, you ran into each other two weeks into your time off.

You loved your job, but every once in a while you needed a couple of weeks away from your office to blow off some steam yourself. You'd go clubbing every weekend and eat in fancy restaurants almost every night, enjoying the company of your friends or sometimes even just by yourself. You weren't one to book expensive and far away trips, you always just enjoyed the busy nightlife your own beautiful city had to offer, and this time was no different.

You'd gotten drunk numerous times already with your friends, waking up with a terrible hangover only to repeat it all again the next night. But after a week of doing so, your body demanded a more healthy approach, and so you listened. You still went out every night, but you minded your alcohol consumption and avoided getting drunk, most of the nights at least. 

And just when you had decided to stay sober again one particular night, you bumped into Sihtric while being in the most popular club in town with your friends, and that's exactly when you could've used a drink to calm your nerves.

Due to your job confidentiality, you couldn't tell your friends that Sihtric was your patient. And luckily they were too drunk and out partying on the dancefloor when you bumped into him, in a more quiet corridor after a brief visit to the toilets to check your hair and make-up after a few hours of dancing. You were stunned to see him, and he looked better than ever. He was dressed in dark grey jeans with his signature black boots underneath, and he wore a black blouse which was only half buttoned up. You caught a glimpse of his muscular chest and immediately had to avert your eyes before you'd start drooling, but when you looked up into his eyes and saw the hint of eyeliner, you felt light headed regardless.

'Miss me so much you came to see me?' Sihtric smiled, his hand lingering on your arm after he withheld you from tripping over your own feet when you had collided with him.

'Sure,' you chuckled, not pulling away but nervously adjusting your short black cocktail dress, 'how was I supposed to know you would be here?'

'Well, I own this place, so… you know,' he shrugged with a flirty smile.

'What?' your eyes grew wide, 'I- I swear I didn't know that. I thought you owned that stripclub down the street, not this place?'

'Relax,' he laughed, 'I'm only playing. I do own this place though, and I own that stripclub too, yes. But what brings you here then, just a night out?'

'I'm on my holidays, remember?' you laughed, a little nervously, 'so, yeah, I'm just out with some friends.'

'You friends?' he looked around the now empty hallway, 'where are they?'

'Somewhere on the dancefloor,' you shrugged, 'why?'

'Well,' Sihtric smiled and leaned his shoulder against the dark wall as he towered over you, 'I was hoping that maybe I could buy you that drink now, since we're both here, you know?'

'Sihtric,' you stammered, 'I… I don't know if that's a good idea-'

'I know you're my psychologist,' he sighed and took your hands, 'but you're not working and we're not in your therapy room. So right now I'm just a guy asking a beautiful lady to have a drink, that's all.'

You visibly contemplated his words and his offer. You knew he was right, you weren't working right now. But you also knew that you shouldn't join him for a drink, because you knew you liked him a little too much for your own good, and he was still a patient after all.

'Come on,' he playfully tugged your hands as he still held them, 'what's the worst thing that could happen? That you fall in love with me, hm?' he said with a cocky grin.

'Oh, shut up,' you giggled, then sighed, 'fine, one drink.'

'One drink is all I'm asking for.'

'So, how have you been?'

'Are you asking as my psychologist or as my date?' Sihtric said with a smug face.

He looked at you as you sat next to him, at a more private table where you could talk without being interrupted by people or overpowered by the music. The place was dimly lit, but the club lights were bright enough to still see each other rather clearly. And the way Sihtric looked at you as he leaned in, with one arm on the backrest of the red couch you sat back on, made you instantly blush and all weak inside.

'I'm asking as your date,' you said, feigning confidence.

'So everything I say is off the records then?'

'Everything that is not discussed in therapy is off the records, Sihtric.'

He nodded slowly and took a sip from his drink. He didn't want to lie to you or withhold things, but he also didn't want to scare you away, so he contemplated exactly how honest he could be with you about anything at all.

'I have been alright,' he said after a moment, then hesitated before he said, 'I've been thinking of you, actually.'

'Oh, have you?'

'I have,' Sihtric smiled softly, 'and I'm happy to see you.'

He briefly brushed his fingers against your bare shoulder, and when you didn't flinch or move away, he scooted even closer, leaving barely any space between the two of you. You inhaled his pleasant scent as you tried to relax, leaning slightly into him while his arm remained around your shoulders, although barely touching you. Only every now and then you felt the warmth of his fingers trace across your exposed neck and shoulders, and your breath hitched in your throat each time.

'Well, if we're being honest,' you said as you looked at your sparkling water on the table, 'I'm happy to see you too.'

'I am happy to hear that,' Sihtric said, 'you look nice,' he quickly eyed you up, 'that dress looks good on you.'

'Thank you,' you blushed, 'you look nice too.'

Sihtric smiled at the way he had you flustered, and he downed the rest of his drink while he kept his eyes on you.

'Not been getting in any trouble then?' you chuckled.

'Trouble? Nah,' he clicked his tongue, 'I swear I've been a good boy, darling,' he winked.

'Such a good boy,' you breathed without thinking, completely smitten, and luckily it was inaudible to him.

'What was that, darling?' he leaned in.

'G-good… day,' you cleared your throat and collected yourself again, 'have you had a good day?'

'Oh,' Sihtric smiled, 'yeah, my day's good now,' he moved his arm to rest around your neck, 'now that you're here that is.'

You found yourself leaning closer, comfortably nestled into his side while he kept his arm around your neck as you continued the conversation. You completely forgot about the time and your friends, and only when you checked your phone did you notice that hours had passed already. Your friends had left you multiple texts, asking where you are and saying how they eventually went home without you.

'Everything alright?' Sihtric asked as you typed away.

'Yeah, sorry. I didn't realise how long we were talking, my friends were worried about me so I'm just answering them now.'

'Are they still here?'

'No, they left about an hour ago it seems. We were supposed to share a ride home,' you sighed, 'but it's okay, it's my bad, I'll just grab a cab myself when I leave.'

'Nah, I'll drive you home, don't worry about it.'

'Are you sober enough to drive?'

'Darling,' Sihtric laughed, 'I'm only here tonight because I was kind of working, so I've been drinking the same sparkling water as you when I decided to stay longer after bumping into you.'

'Oh,' you chuckled, 'I didn't pay much attention to that, sorry.'

'Then what did you pay attention to?'

'I don't know,' you shrugged shyly.

You weren't going to reveal how all you did for hours was stare at him in subtle ways. Like whenever he spoke to you, you gazed into his eyes and found yourself lost in them. And whenever he briefly looked around the club, your eyes trailed from his sharp jaw to his neck, watching his Adam's apple bop as he swallowed, and then your eyes would go down to his half exposed chest where they lingered until he looked back at you again. You couldn't tell him how you had looked at his veiny arms and hands while he had rolled up his sleeves, and how you wondered what it would feel like if those arms were wrapped tightly around you, with one hand around your throat while he pleased you with his other. You squeezed your legs together under the table, in desperate need of some good friction that you just couldn't seem to find. But before you got yourself completely worked up, your eyes landed on a man at the bar who you knew all too well, and that surely killed your mood instantly.

'Oh, shit,' you hissed and quickly looked down, attempting to hide your face.

'What?'

'My ex,' you explained.

Sihtric looked up, not even trying to be subtle, and he spotted the man you clearly had to be talking about; Aethelred, kingpin and royal asshole of a neighbouring city.

'No way,' Sihtric couldn't contain his laughter, 'that is an ex of yours?'

'Yeah, well, we've all made mistakes,' you made a face, 'it's been many years, okay?'

'Lady,' he laughed, 'no offense, but you sure have questionable taste in men for a psychologist.'

'Well, what can I say,' you laughed too, 'maybe I like to try and fix them.'

'Is that it?'

'Sure,' you rolled your eyes with a smile.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed, 'I see. So,' he leaned in again, 'you want to try and fix me too then?'

You looked up at him, finding yourself drawing nearer and nearer to the handsome man who you should stay far away from for several reasons.

'Sihtric…,' you whispered.

'Tell me,' he whispered, his warm breath touched your lips as he spoke, 'would you fix me if you could?'

'Maybe,' you said softly, 'I would.'

And then, without thinking or even trying to hold back, your lips crashed with his into a long and needy yet gentle kiss. Everything around you drowned out when you felt his warm hand cup your jaw as he kissed you. And you couldn't stop your own hands from settling onto his torso, slowly sliding up his blouse until you felt the skin of his hot and bare chest underneath your fingertips. And even after the kiss was broken, neither of you moved away from each other.

'So,' Sihtric whispered, his lips still faintly touching yours while he lightly caressed your cheek with his thumb, 'should I drive you home?' he smiled and kissed you softly again, 'or can I drive you home with me?'

Despite being sober, it still felt as if your world was spinning when Sihtric held your hand as you both left the club through the back exit. He walked you to his fancy car, where he kissed you deeply before he opened the door for you, and you felt breathless as you watched him walk over to the driver's seat.

'Go straight home,' he said and looked at you with a grin, 'or commit some felonies first, darling?'

'Sihtric!' you gasped and playfully slapped his arm, 'don't you start now.'

'Just asking,' he shrugged with a sly smile and kissed your hand after you had slapped him, and he then started the car.

'Geeze,' you chuckled as you entered Sihtric's gated property, 'you could've told me that you had a pool, I would've brought my bikini.'

'It's too cold out tonight, sweetheart,' he smiled as he held your hand and led you with him to his mansion, 'but I got an inside pool we could use.'

'Are you serious?'

'Yeah, if you're up for it.'

You followed Sihtric inside and, despite knowing you shouldn't have gone home with him, you finally surrendered to yourself and gave in. Because you were off work now, so why wouldn't you take your chances with a man everyone lusted after, and indulge in his riches for maybe one night only? If a gorgeous man who was dressed rather slutty offered you to join him at his inside pool, what kind of a fool would one be to refuse that offer? Sure, Sihtric could be dangerous, and you knew being seen with him came with possible risks too, but it still felt right for some reason. Nothing about being in his presence that night had made you feel unsafe, it was in fact the best night so far you've had in years, and you weren't ready to part with it yet.

'Champagne?' Sihtric asked as he held up a bottle from his fridge.

'Why not?' you shrugged, amused as you took in his ridiculously fancy kitchen.

'That's my girl,' he smiled and grabbed two glasses.

He then placed his hand on the small of your back as he walked you through his massive home, and you already pictured yourself living there. You rolled your eyes at your own thoughts, because what were you even thinking? Living with this guy? A gangster? You knew it was wrong, but you could practically see yourself walk down the aisle with him at this point. You blamed it on the kiss you had shared, in the club and outside of his car, because that's when you decided to ignore the walking red flag that he is. Or at least, you had convinced yourself that he wasn't a red flag romantically though.

'Don't be shy now,' Sihtric said as you both stood next to the pool, and he pulled you closer, 'help me?' he asked, flashing you his best puppy dog eyes, which worked wonders on you, and he brought your hands up to unbutton his blouse.

'Not much left to unbutton,' you taunted as you slowly opened his blouse further.

'Didn't hear you complain about it before,' he said and circled one arm loosely around your waist.

'Who said I'm complaining now?'

You gave him a cheeky smile while a blush coloured your cheeks, and your heart was beating in your throat once you witnessed the sight of his bare torso. He was muscular beyond words, in perfect shape and proportion to say the least. He threw his blouse on one of the pool chairs behind him while he kept his arm circled around your waist, and he pulled you closer again as he turned back to you.

'Help me?' you asked in return, and you turned around so he could unzip your dress.

'Not much to take off,' Sihtric teased back, brushing his lips over your neck as he slowly pulled down the zipper.

'Didn't hear you complain before either.'

Sihtric chuckled softly in your ear, then slid his fingers under the thin shoulder straps of your dress, and slowly lowered them as he peppered your neck with soft open-mouthed kisses. You closed your eyes and smiled, leaning your head back against his chest while your dress slid down your body and pooled around your feet. You were left in your matching lingerie set, one you weren't expecting anyone to see any time soon, but you were more than happy that it was Sihtric who was the one who laid eyes on you like that.

You turned to face Sihtric and leaned into him, kissing his lips lightly while you slowly unbuttoned his jeans. And once he was left in only his form fitting boxers, and had taken off the knife he always kept strapped around his ankle, he picked you up in his arms and carried you into the warm pool while he continued to kiss you. Your lips only left each other's when he pulled away to open the bottle of champagne, pouring you both a glass and consuming it in between kisses, which gradually became needier and deeper as time passed and the bottle emptied further. You weren't drunk though, neither was Sihtric, and yet you were both completely relaxed and calm as if you were someplace out of this world while you embraced and kissed and teased as the warm water surrounded you, and it was blissful. 

But still, you couldn't entirely ignore who you were with once Sihtric pulled you in his lap as he laid back on his pool chair. He draped a soft towel around your shoulders, and then pulled you in for another long, deep and gentle kiss. Your mind went completely quiet every time you felt his facial hair brush against your face, and with each slow stroke of his tongue against yours did you drift further. You raked your hands through his hair as you straddled him, kissing him deeply and longing for more while his hands roamed your body, but you were interrupted when suddenly his phone rang.

'I'm sorry,' he said softly as he took his phone, 'I have to take this. But… don't stop, okay?'

'Okay,' you smiled and pecked his lips, then went to kiss his jaw and neck as he answered the call.

You continued to kiss your way down while he mindlessly slid his hand up your neck and tangled his fingers in your hair, as you kissed down to his shoulders and his chest. Then down to his abs, only to trail your lips back up his muscular body again while you occasionally heard his breath hitch softly in his throat, and you listened to him speak while you kissed his broad shoulders again.

'Have you?' Sihtric asked the caller, 'what's the motive?' a short pause, 'and you are sure he's responsible? I mean, you found the masks and the rope, all that?' he paused again as his caller responded. 'Text me the address, and I'll take care of it. I'll owe you,' he said, and then hung up.

He tossed his phone on the chair next to him and immediately brought his attention back to you, pulling your lips to his again for another sweet kiss.

'Sorry about that, baby,' Sihtric whispered, and despite his efforts, he seemed a little distraught all of the sudden.

'Everything alright?' you asked, the vague phone call reminding you once again who you were dealing with.

'Nothing you should ever worry about,' he smiled and leaned in to kiss you again, but you stopped him.

'Sihtric,' you whispered, 'we… maybe we shouldn't, you know?'

'Why not?' he asked, his voice soft and smooth but with a hint of surprise, 'please don't give me that psychologist crap again. We both know you are your own boss, you have to answer to no one, so me being your patient shouldn't be a problem.'

'Maybe,' you smiled faintly, 'but it's not just that. We both know you're not good for me.'

'And that's where you are wrong, baby,' he said as he looked up at you, his eyes somewhat vulnerable, 'because I promise I'll be really good for you. I'm not a bad guy, you know? Not the way everyone thinks I am at least.'

'I know, but… I can't ignore a call like that. Masks? Rope? You'll take care of it? Take care of what, Sihtric? I noticed the way you tensed up, is this part of what caused you to have those panic attacks?'

'Fuck,' he mumbled to himself and pinched the bridge of his nose, 'alright, look, I really like you, okay? And I want no secrets between us. So, if you really want to know why I started going to therapy, then I'll tell you right now. But it's off the record, yeah?'

You agreed that nothing he would tell you in that moment would ever be used against him by you, as you had no right to do so. And so he finally told you all about that night he and the others got dragged out of the stripclub. It wasn't easy for him to talk about it, but feeling you close and holding you in his arms while he remembered everything again was enough to keep him from slipping into a full panic attack. 

'They tied us up and left us for death,' Sihtric said, rather calmly, 'but we managed to get away. And ever since I've been trying to find who was responsible. Because I can't rest knowing that someone's out there trying to kill me. Because people like me, when we want someone dead, we don't just stop after one failed attempt. So I know they're coming back for us, and I wanted to be ahead of them.'

You listened carefully to every word he spoke, and you fought your tears as you realised he wasn't even supposed to be breathing anymore. You realised you were never supposed to meet each other, and yet you had. And you believed that meant something, that something bigger and greater than the two of you had been the cause of him surviving the assault and ending up in your therapy room. And all of that led up to walking into him on your time off.

'You know who did it?' you asked.

'I do now,' Sihtric nodded, 'yes. Last summer there was an explosion in a pub after it was closed early in the morning.'

'I remember that,' you said with a soft gasp, 'it belonged to some guy, what's his name, Cnut?'

'You're right, that's his name. We did a deal with him and he didn't hold up his end of the deal, owing us a lot of money and causing a shit ton of trouble. So we decided to send a message.'

'By blowing up his pub?' your eyes grew wide, 'wait, you blew up that pub?'

'I never said I did, darling,' a soft smile tugged at his lips, 'I just said we sent him a message. However, things didn't go as planned, and we later learned that Cnut's two sons were still at the pub that morning, and they got injured. That was never supposed to happen, but shit happens. And, well, turns out Cnut wanted to send a message back to us after that.'

'By killing you?' you scoffed.

Sihtric shrugged but didn't respond otherwise.

'And what? Now you're going to kill him?'

'I didn't say that.'

'Sihtric, I'm not stupid.'

'Listen,' he leaned in and cupped your face, 'I told you about what's going on, and everything I told you is all you'll ever need to know, okay? You should never worry about what I do and the things I don't tell you, because it's better if you don't know about some things.'

You sighed softly, and it was all you could do. You knew Sihtric came with a whole lot of baggage and risks, and yet you had still decided to go home with him. 

'Trust me?' Sihtric whispered as he looked into your eyes.

'I shouldn't,' you said, 'should I?'

'I will never hurt you,' he said and nuzzled your nose softly, 'I would never put you at risk. I just want to love you, but only if you trust me enough to do so.'

'I'm just afraid that if I trust you there's no going back.'

'Then don't go back, baby. You don't have to go back,' he kissed your hands, 'just stay here with me.'

You knew you had already crossed a line there was no coming back from, and if you were honest with yourself, you didn't even want to go back even if you could. So instead of grabbing your belongings and leaving, you kissed him and allowed him to carefully pick you up and lay you down on the chair. He lowered himself down on top of you, positioning his strong body between your thighs while he enveloped you with his arms, kissing you gently as he held you as close as was physically possible without removing your underwear, for now.

You allowed yourself to let him quiet your mind again, drowning in his kiss and savouring the taste and touch of his lips and tongue while you made out passionately. Sihtric then kissed down your neck at a slow pace, lowering one bra strap to kiss your shoulder, but never fully exposing you. Because contrary to popular belief, and despite his violent outbursts and his rugged and muscular look which was rather deceiving; Sihtric wasn't about being rough with a lady of interest. Instead he was a refined and gentle man, as well as a very tender and passionate lover, which you were about to find out.

He slowly kissed down your body, eager but never in a hurry to get to his favourite part though, because it wasn't only about him. He wanted you to enjoy it as much as he knew he would. So he calmly dragged his lips further down, to your hips, and he politely removed your panties before he kissed up the inside of your thighs while he slowly caressed your legs with his warm hands.

'You good with this?' he murmured as he came back up to steal another kiss.

'Mhm,' you hummed, with your eyes heavy lidded and your cheeks all warm, 'you can do anything you want.'

You surprised yourself with those words, but you meant each and every one of them. Because never before did you feel so desired by a man and comfortable at the same time, and you just wanted to surrender entirely to him.

'But,' you added, 'nothing… too rough, okay? I haven't been with someone in a while and-'

'Shh,' Sihtric hushed you, 'I got you, nothing rough. No problem, darling,' he teasingly flicked his tongue against your parted lips, 'just relax for me, yeah?' he said with a sly smile before he kissed you again.

He then kissed his way down your body again, painstakingly slow, making sure to leave not much of your skin untouched by his lips and tongue as he made his way back between your thighs. And there he teased you for a moment, brushing his lips lightly against your sweet spot and allowing you to feel his facial hair tickle you in the most pleasant ways, leaving you almost breathless with anticipation.

He then hooked his arms around your thighs, loosely and relaxed instead of holding you in a firm grip, and he then finally kissed your folds and gently parted them with his tongue as he gradually delved in further. Sihtric made you a gasping and moaning mess in a matter of seconds, simply driving you crazy with the slow and long strokes of his tongue and the way he kissed and sucked you so carefully and sweetly. He got you close to the edge so many times in the span of a few long minutes, but he wasn't ready for it to be done yet, because he himself enjoyed the act of going down on you more than you'd ever know. So each time he felt you were close and became sensitive, he'd pull away, only take your hand in his while he went to kiss and suck the inside of your thighs, leaving love bites in his wake before returning back to pleasuring you in ways only he ever could. And you knew right then that you would never want any other man in your life anymore, it was only Sihtric for you.

He continued to please and tease you for what felt like at least half an hour. Your mind had gone entirely blank, the quietness was so perfect, and all you could do was mumble under your breath whenever you weren't moaning for him. And he made you cum twice that way, with your legs trembling on his back and one hand tangled in his curls, while your other held his hand tightly through your climax.

'Are you good, my darling?' Sihtric whispered after pushing himself back up, gently holding your face.

'Yeah,' you breathed with a dazed smile, 'more than good,' you chuckled and kissed his lips. 'But you,' you then whispered and trailed your hands down his body, 'you haven't been pleased yet.'

'You don't understand how much it pleases me to please you,' he smiled, 'don't worry about me, okay?' he pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, 'All I need to know is if you've had enough for today, or if you got a little more in you.'

'Give me a moment,' you said, 'I just need a moment to recover.'

'No rush,' Sihtric said and kissed your neck and shoulders again, 'take all the time you need, I'm not going anywhere. Tell me what you want, baby?'

'You, Sihtric. I want you.'

'You'll have me,' he cooed, 'don't you worry about that, love.'

He kissed you sweetly yet sloppily until you had recovered from your previous highs. And after he had taken off his own underwear, he gently used his fingers to stretch and prepare you for what would be the longest, slowest, deepest and most passionate fuck you ever had in your life. 

He fucked you so unhurried, it drove you mad, your nails often clawing at his back while you begged him to give you more, but not once would he falter or change his pace. He knew what he was doing, because he had been wanting to for so long, so he made the most impassioned love to you for as long as you could last. His slow and deep strokes pushed you close to your edge ever so often, but never entirely over it until he decided to do so. No matter how you begged him for it, he was the one in charge of your release.

Sihtric kissed you with such care and so much love while he pleasured you in all the right ways, you never knew it was possible to fall for someone just like that, but you knew you had. You wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer, burying your face in the crook of his neck as you held him tightly, and you hooked your legs around his waist. He pressed his body firmer onto yours as he continued to fuck you ever so slowly, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he had his arms wrapped around you as well.

'That's it,' he breathed, feeling you tighten around his length with each stroke, 'gods, you're perfect. You feel so good, taking me so fucking well, darling.'

'Please,' you begged, tears pricked in your eyes as you couldn't hold on much longer, 'please, just let me-'

'Shh, I will,' Sihtric whispered and smiled, then kissed your lips as he picked up his pace, but only slightly, 'you can let go now,' he moaned softly against your lips, 'I want you to cum for me, sweetheart.'

And so you finally did, letting out an almost pathetic cry of relief when you finally finished for a third time that night, and you felt him cum deep inside you only seconds later. You held onto each other tightly for a little while, relishing in each other's touch, scent and taste, kissing each other whenever you weren't roaming your warm and glistening bodies by hand as you came down from your highs.

'Hey,' Sihtric frowned as he saw you slip back into your dress, 'where are you going?'

He watched you from his bed, shirtless and dressed in only some grey sweatpants after he had taken a shower in his ensuite bathroom, and there had waited for you to freshen yourself up too.

'Eh, home?' you said, a little confused.

'Oh,' he sat up, visibly disappointed, 'are you… I mean, are you sure? I'll drive you home if you want to but, you know,' he chuckled, 'I make really good breakfast.'

You smiled as you looked at him. You knew he wanted to ask you to stay the night, but for some reason he seemed too shy to ask.

'Sihtric,' you said, 'if there's something you want to say then-'

'Please,' he interrupted and got up from the bed, 'stay? I'd… I want you to stay, please. I mean, I- I like having you around. You make me feel calm, I guess. And, you know, I'm into you and all that,' he mumbled.

'Fine,' you chuckled and walked up to him, pushing yourself up your tiptoes to wrap your arms around his neck, 'I'll stay, if you make me that breakfast. And also,' you said, 'if we continue this, seeing each other I mean, then I can't be your psychologist anymore. It would be too much of a mess.'

'Baby,' Sihtric smiled and kissed you, 'I won't need a psychologist once I take care of my problem, which will be soon. I just need you by my side, that's all. And I promise,' he traced your lips with his thumb, 'you can fix me.'

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Ugh I hate it when the seducing tickles my brain just right to the point of bringing memories ahshakajaka

Anyways, as usual; a master class fic. We love the incorporation of canon with the whole tree episode. Also I can imagine Eadith throwing his ass to therapy like "GET HELP I FIX SKULLS NOT MINDS" bahahaha also, this golden libe right here:

"a gorgeous man who was dressed rather slutty "

Amazing. 10/10. Stellar. Needs to be framed. Will go down to the Sanne's Fics most Quotable Lines. Because we all know, if the season 4 cut is in, he's going to be a hoe.

Anyways, visual description of what I need after reading:

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Arnas Fedaravičius as Valentin // The White Lotus // S3E2

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Halloween 13: the final chapter

note: and now for my last trick... the end is here. This is a direct follow up to chapter 12 & this fic goes out to everyone who has stuck by me and this insane story the past year and a half, and to those who have helped me along the way too. This is my "heart fic" and it's been a whole ride. Thank you for reading the previous chapters if you did, and thank you in advance for reading this one, I hope you will all enjoy it. Happy (early) new year, see you all in a little while... 🖤🦇

warnings: 18+, angst/suggestive etc etc you'll know what to expect if you've read the previous chapters.

pairing: modern!Sihtric x fem!reader (no use of Y/N)

summary: Could you and Sihtric survive another lifetime apart?

word count: 9.1k

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You were crouched down in the asylum corridor, not being able to move as you were in a state of shock. Your eyes were wide, staring at nothing in particular while you tried to take in everything that had happened about an hour ago. Images flashed by of Sihtric being dragged away from you and out of his room, to him fighting off the guards and grabbing the fire axe to butcher Skade to pieces, only for him to then be beaten brutally by the limping guards before being dragged away from you once again.

You looked around the dull and previously all white hallway, now splattered red with fresh blood still dripping from the walls while it slowly darkened as it dried. You felt sick to your stomach before an odd sensation of relief seemed to embrace you, which was soon replaced by panic once you remembered where Sihtric had been taken to; the asylum's basement, which you knew looked an awful lot like a medieval torture chamber.

You managed to get yourself up on your trembling legs, and you slowly stumbled past the mutilated body on the floor. No one noticed you when you almost clumsily made your way to the left wing of the asylum and grabbed a guard's keys without him realising it, as everyone was too busy trying to recover from the horrors they had witnessed too. You had to stop every few steps and grab onto the wall railing to prevent yourself from falling down to your knees. You felt dizzy and you whined softly when you noticed smudges of blood on your hands, blood which clearly wasn't yours. You fought your tears, as well as your breakfast coming back up, and you quickly wiped your hands on your shirt before you continued your way to the basement.

'Sihtric?' you hesitantly called out, 'it's… it's me.'

Your mouth was dry and your breath was unsteady as you carefully walked down the old and slippery stone stairs. You felt a rush of panic as you entered the dank and dark space when you remembered how battered and bruised Sihtric had gotten about an hour ago, right before they dragged him down here.

Your eyes adjusted to the darkness of the dungeon while water dripped from the wet ceiling, filling the eerie quietness. You stopped dead in your tracks when you heard a sudden rattling sound of metal chains nearby. You held your breath while your eyes slowly became comfortable with the very faint daylight, which crept in through the cracks of the old stone walls that reached up just above ground outside, and you then saw a dark figure sit back against the wall across from you.

'There's a torch,' Sihtric's calm voice sounded, 'next to the stairs. There's a lighter too,' he sniffed, and the rattling chain sound followed as he shifted his body slightly.

You noticed the shape of a torch on your right, and your hands searched the shelf next to it for the lighter. You lit the torch and then saw Sihtric on the ground, only a few paces away from you and you gasped at the sight of him. His arms were spread with his wrists captured in old and rusty steel cuffs, which were attached to metal chains, looking equally old and worn. You then realised Sihtric couldn't move away from the wall as those heavy chains were attached to the old brick wall he sat in front of.

'No,' you sobbed and ran over to him, 'oh, God, no,' you took his blood splattered face in your hands and started to cry, 'why are you chained up like-'

'It's fine,' Sihtric hushed you, his voice hoarse, 'I'm fine. It'll be fine.'

He looked up at you and you immediately got lost in his mismatched eyes as the torch flame flickered, casting a comforting warm glow over his perfect face. His perfect face that shouldn't be perfect at all right now, because it shouldn't be possible after every punch and kick he had received earlier to be healed already. And once you fully realised the bruises he had gained an hour ago were nowhere to be seen anymore under the smudged blood on his face, you almost tripped as you quickly backed away from him.

'Y-your face,' you stammered, shocked and almost paralysed with sudden fright, 'how… how,' you whined softly, 'Sihtric, I don't understand-,' you paused when you noticed the cut he had received while breaking the fire axe out of the glass case was also gone, 'and your arm- how?' you almost yelled, then quickly covered your mouth with your trembling hands and whimpered.

Sihtric sighed softly and let his head fall back against the wall.

'Vampire blood,' he said without looking at you, 'it heals me abnormally fast.'

'What?' you asked once you realised what he had said, 'what? I mean… how is that possible?'

'The vampire of Bebbanburg,' Sihtric began, 'many think it's just some story to scare children with at night. But it's true. It's all true.'

'Are… are you him?' you asked, panic rattling through your bones, 'are you a fucking vampire?'

'Don't be crazy,' Sihtric scoffed lightly, 'I'm not a vampire. But I am a descendant, as I told you before. And, yeah, maybe I was him in a previous life. Because I know you and I met in previous lives, but I am not him now. I am not a vampire, but his blood runs through my veins. You can look up the story in the library if you don't believe me, it's filed under local lore-'

'I know the story, Sihtric,' you interrupted, 'we all know the story. But I just don't… I don't understand. I mean, your scars? You heal. Your body heals but how did you get those scars then?'

'Silver blade,' he answered, 'every lasting damage on my body had been caused by silver.'

You stared at Sihtric from across the moist dungeon floor, clearly terrified but maybe even more relieved in an odd way now that you knew he wasn't seriously injured.

'That explains the medication,' you said quietly after a moment, as if only to yourself when everything just clicked, 'it explains why you sober up so fast and why the nurses kept giving you more and more. But you're sober now,' you looked up at him, 'right?'

'I've been sober since I realised where I was earlier today,' Sihtric said and he looked down at the ground, saddened, 'I was sober when I killed Skade and I'm sober now, yes.'

Sihtric looked up at you, troubled, because you didn't say anything and just stared at him. He couldn't read you, he didn't know if you truly believed him and if you were on his side. And then his breath hitched in his throat before he could speak again.

'Please,' he half whispered, 'I don't want you to be afraid of me.'

'I never said I was afraid of you.'

Sihtric smiled at that, but his eyes betrayed his broken heart. 

'And yet you're afraid to get near me.'

'No,' you said and crawled closer, placing the torch safely on the wall next to him, 'I'm not afraid of you, Sihtric. But everything… it's just a lot to wrap my head around,' you took his blood splattered face in your hands again, 'and I'm just scared of what's going to happen to you now.'

Sihtric suddenly moved his arms, a sad attempt to try and reach out so he could hold you in his arms, but the chains slammed him harshly back against the cold and sharp wall. His low and frustrated grunt echoed through the dimly lit space, and he dropped his head defeatedly.

'I just want to hold you,' he murmured with a strangled voice, trying to hold himself together for you.

You took his hand and moved closer to the wall he was chained to, pressing your cheek against his palm while you looked at him, and Sihtric began to cry while he shook his head.

'You have to go before they find out you're here.'

'I can't leave you here,' you sniffled and kissed his hand, then cupped his face, 'I can't leave you behind.'

'You'll have to,' he whispered, 'it's okay.'

'It's not okay,' you said, and then desperately began to pull at the chains and their locks, in a futile attempt to release him.

You had stolen a guard's keys, but it was clear that none of those keys could unlock the chains.

'Stop,' Sihtric said weakly, 'please stop.'

You continued to pull the heavy and rusty chains, but to no avail, and it pained Sihtric to see you so hopeless and lost.

'Little bat,' he said, his voice sounding more broken than before, 'stop it, please. There is no way out for me here.'

'There has to be,' you cried and leaned your forehead against his, 'you said it yourself, we're supposed to be together!'

'Maybe I was wrong,' Sihtric argued as he sniffled, 'maybe I was wrong. Maybe this is once again not the right life for us-'

'Don't say that! Please.'

'Just go,' he urged, 'you have to go, darling, please.'

'But I love you,' you barely managed to say out loud.

'I know,' Sihtric said as he shed a few tears, 'I know. And I love you too. In this life and in the next, and in the one after that, always. But you have to go, please, before it's too late. We don't know what the others will do to you when they know you've been here. You have to return those keys, leave no trace behind that you've been here.'

'Sihtric-' you said with a sob, your fingers curled around the neck of his blood stained shirt.

'Go,' he said again, then suddenly leaned in as far as he could to kiss you firmly until his lungs burned, 'go, my little bat, be free of this place. Just… please don't forget about me.'

'I won't forget you, ever,' you said and still tried to contain your tears as they fell, 'I promise I'm coming back for you.'

Sihtric shook his head and kissed you again deeply, lovingly and bruisingly, wanting to imprint the feeling of your lips against his into his mind, as well as the way you tasted so he would remember the sensation of your kiss for as long as he had to endure a life without you. He kissed you with passion and haste, not knowing if he would ever be able to kiss you again. And you tasted the salt of his tears as they mixed with your own. Then, with a shattered heart Sihtric forced you to break the kiss as he looked away, and he once again urged you to go.

'I love you,' he said.

'I love you too,' you cried and reluctantly let go of him.

You then slowly dragged your heavy feet away from him, up the spiralling stairs, not able to look back over your shoulder at the man you were leaving behind. Not able to look back one last time at the man who you also left your heart behind with.

'Wait for me,' Sihtric called after you, 'wait for me in the next life. I will find you again, I promise.'

In the weeks that followed after the massacre in the asylum a lot started to change. New nurses and guards came in, replacing the vile and untrustworthy ones you had worked with before. The asylum also finally gained a new person in charge, as the place had seemed like a ship without a captain since you arrived there, and the new man who ran the place was named Siggtryggr. He seemed kind but also still had to earn your trust before you could try and have Sihtric's records reevaluated for a possible release.

You also couldn't sneak down to the basement anymore, because ever since Sigtryggr's arrival the asylum had working cameras in every corridor again, and you knew you weren't supposed to go down those stairs. The one security flaw you were now thankful for was the fact that the cameras never recorded anything before, which was so no one would ever have any proof of the horrors that had been going on in the place for years, but it also meant there was nothing that could ever come back to haunt Sihtric about Skade's murder. 

You were wary of all the new people and, since only one former guard remained, Haesten, you saw him as your only way to keep an eye on Sihtric without raising suspicion, as he was now the guard tasked to bring Sihtric his food and medication several times a day. And by keeping Haesten close you could also make sure he would never run his mouth about the murder, or about the secret romance you and Sihtric had that he was clearly aware of.

The first thing you fixed after Skade's death was Sihtric's medication, by replacing his pills with identical looking placebos. You didn't tell anyone about it, and you didn't have to, because you had managed to put yourself in charge of the apothecary when the asylum was still a mess before Sigtryggr appeared, and luckily he was fine with you being the head of the pharmacy. Every day you gave cups with the non working medication to Haesten, who would bring it down to Sihtric along with some food and water.

You worked almost non-stop, mainly because it was your only way to make sure that Sihtric wouldn't be further damaged and tortured. And whenever you weren't working you researched the vampire lore Sihtric told you about. You already knew the basics of the story, as it was like every tragic horror story; an undead being falls in love with a living being, and after having a passionate romance they are separated. That story wasn't new information, but what was new information was the fact that, once you went down several rabbit holes in the library, you discovered numerous historic records that re-told the story through time. All the stories spoke about a creature and a beautiful lady who fell in love but got torn apart, and none of the tales were entirely the same.

What made you question your sanity for a while was when you realised that every tale's description throughout time of the two doomed lovers matched yours and Sihtric, that was the one consistent fact you found back in every story over and over again. And to make matters worse, all the tales that had been written down matched the vivid dreams you've had during your sleep throughout your whole life. You wholeheartedly believed in anything spiritual, supernatural and paranormal, so you knew this wasn't a coincidence and you knew that Sihtric really had to be a descendant of the vampire. Or that perhaps he truly had been the vampire himself in another life and that you had been his long lost love. 

But no matter what exactly the truth was, you were not going to allow yourself to be a doomed lover once again. Not in this life.

Sihtric was cold and tired, exhausted even, which he thought was funny. Because how could he possibly be exhausted when he didn't do anything at all. All he could do was sit on that cold and wet floor, leaning back against the equally cold and wet brick wall, its sharp pieces of stone poking his skin and scratching him open from time to time. Luckily he healed fast, but more often than not he wished he didn't heal at all. To endure another life without you was his version of Hel, and he didn't want to live through it again. 

He had tried to keep count of the days, to recall how long it had been since he had last seen you. How long it had been since he had last heard your voice in his ears and tasted your kiss on his lips… but too much time had passed, and he couldn't remember exactly how long it had been. All he knew was that it had been too long.

Sihtric had contemplated his options to escape. But, sure, he knew he could break out of these chains, but then what? He could not expect to just walk out of his cell and wave a polite goodbye as he left the asylum gates, no… escaping wasn't an option. The only thing that kept him somewhat sane was the fact that every few days Haesten would tell him about you, that you were still working upstairs and hadn't forgotten about him.

Sihtric also soon began to realise that the medication he was still forced to take didn't affect him anymore. At first he thought it was actually his mind playing tricks on him, that he truly did need the medication to feel normal. But once he began to understand that there was no rebound waiting to kick in he figured the medication was tampered with. He began to question Haesten about it who refused to answer at first, until he realised Sihtric wasn't dropping the question and asked him every day for weeks on end.

'Your girlfriend up there is in charge of your meds,' Haesten eventually sighed, 'that's all I know, okay?'

And to that Sihtric simply smiled, before he down another cup of placebos, because he now knew you were looking out for him.

That knowledge kept him sane. It kept him sane knowing you still cared, that and the fact he did have some form of company in that dungeonesque prison of his; a couple of rats. Their squeaking had irritated him at first, as the rats would often fight over some crumbs Sihtric had spilled after he received his daily tray of food, but he soon began to enjoy their company and even managed to earn their trust. 

He learned the rats were smart and rather friendly. He was only bitten twice in the process of taming them, once in his finger and once in his nose. But it didn't take long before the rats allowed Sihtric to pick them up from time to time, and they didn't mind the hours-long ear scratches they received from him either. And so a couple of rats were his only company, for who knew how long…

'How is Sihtric?' you asked Haesten, weeks after you had last seen your locked up lover.

'He is okay,' Haesten said quietly, 'he eats and drinks well. I throw a bucket of water over him every other day, you know,' he shrugged with a chuckle, 'to bathe him. And he allows me close enough to let me sort of maintain his facial hair. It's been a while,' he continued, 'his hair is fully grown out now. It took me a while but he finally let me cut his hair decently because, well, it had grown uneven since he had kept one side shaved before he got thrown down there. You wouldn't recognise him now, I'm afraid. He looks like a barbarian with his long and messy hair. He's always cold though, you know, it's pretty damn cold in that place.'

'God,' you sighed, and your heart ached, 'there is a robe in his room, make sure he gets that on, please. And what about his medication? Is he taking it?'

'He is,' Haesten confirmed, 'but I'm not sure if it works. It seems he has befriended the rats who live down there,' he laughed, 'I hear him talking to the creatures every now and then when I bring him food. He's losing his mind, if you ask me. He also kept asking me who is in charge of those damn pills for a while.'

'What did you tell him?'

'I told him that you are in charge,' he shrugged.

'And what did he say to that?'

'Nothing,' Haesten furrowed his brow, 'he just smiled and downed his pills. Strange boy, that one,' he said and then left your office.

You sat back in your chair and stared up at the ceiling, which you did every day when you were working. Your mind had gone over countless plans to break Sihtric free, but none were solid enough to get away with. You knew the asylum's way of operating was changing, you just weren't sure about that Sigtryggr guy yet. So all you could do was wait for a miracle in order to set the love of your life, and the love of your past lives, free for once and for all.

Days, weeks and months passed before you finally started to believe Sigtryggr was not the enemy. He truly wanted the best for the people who lived in the asylum, and you had finally worked up the courage to knock on his office door one afternoon to discuss Sihtric's situation.

'And this Sihtric guy is innocent?' Sigtryggr asked, half shocked and half amused by the gruesome and almost fairy-tale-like story you had just told him.

'Yes,' you said, '... and no. Look, he has done terrible things, yes, he killed Skade and it was wrong but you have to understand he was more or less forced to do that. I documented everything that was done to him and what he did in the time I've been working here.'

You grabbed a stack of papers out of your bag and placed them on Sigtryggr's desk.

'Sir,' you said quietly as you leaned in, 'terrible things have happened here, and not just to Sihtric. A lot of patients here have been victims of the former guards and nurses, but there is not much proof. You know too that the cameras weren't working and that a lot of patient files are incomplete.'

'I do know,' your boss agreed, 'and I am changing that. You know I am reviewing every patient and their files here to get a better understanding of what went down and how to move forward. I have spent a fortune to hire new staff and to get the patients the proper security and care they need.'

'And I am grateful,' you said, 'but you have to review Sihtric's case.'

'In time I will, but you know I have a lot of cases to review. I have read parts of his files but-'

'No,' you said and leaned in over his desk even further, 'you don't understand. That man in that basement hasn't seen decent daylight in months and not a single nurse has been doing check ups either. You can't hold him there,' you stressed, 'please! Please, I beg you. Let me see him. I know he is considered a danger and no one is allowed to go down there except for the guard, but at least let me see him if you won't look into his files yet.'

'You know I can't do that,' Sigtryggr said, truly feeling sorry for you and the clear state of desperation you were in, 'I can't let you see someone who has murdered one of our own. I believe your good intentions, and I admire how you see the good in everyone, but from what I do know about him… I just can't risk it. If you get hurt then that's on me, and that's not something I will allow to happen. I am trying to get this asylum back on track again, to rid it of the darkness that has taken place inside these walls. I cannot afford an incident to happen. I will review his files as well as his mental and physical health, but I have to do that for every patient here, not just him. This is going to take time.'

'How long?'

'I can't say for sure, I'm sorry. For now I have decided the best way to go about it is to work through the files in alphabetical order. I'm afraid he will have to just stay put until I can make up my mind about him-'

'So you will just let a man who has been medicated out of his mind rot away in a prison?' you sneered as tears prickled in your eyes, 'that is not ridding this place of darkness, sir, that is trying to ignore the darkness until it dies.'

You were quick to wipe away the tears before they fell down, then you grabbed the stack of papers from his desk and turned on your heels.

'You know,' Sigtryggr said before you left out the door, 'maybe the darkness of this place is what's kept down in that basement.'

It drove you mad at night and it started to get at you during the day too. You became snappy to your new colleagues and you made mistakes with other patients' medication. You were overwhelmed with your own emotions and not able to properly look after yourself anymore due to it all. All you could think about was Sihtric and how to get to him, it was like an obsession and it began to take over your whole life. You thought of just murdering everyone in your way to get him out, it was unrealistic and you knew that, but it seemed to be your only option.

Sigtryggr kept his word, he truly was working his way through the endless stack of patient files and got their health checked by a trustworthy professional. It was a slow process, and in the meantime the atmosphere in the asylum did improve greatly, but unfortunately that wasn't enough for you.

You and Sihtric had been separated for almost a year, and your patience was nonexistent anymore. You didn't know exactly how far Sigtryggr was in the alphabet with his files, but you couldn't bear living like this anymore. Haesten kept you updated about Sihtric's health when he could, but you simply had to see Sihtric yourself to believe it. You knew Haesten only spilled the whole truth to those who promised him good things in return, and you didn't have anything to offer to the guard. So there was a good chance that Sihtric had died weeks ago and he just didn't care to tell you.

Until one late afternoon you finally saw your chance…

Haesten was not a guard who was known to be reckless, but after bringing Sihtric his daily dose of placebos he suddenly made a grave mistake. You had been pacing back and forth near the door, waiting for the guard to come back up so you could fire your questions about Sihtric. You startled Haesten as soon as he closed the door behind him, which led to him answering your questions with clear agitation and he became impatient when you kept asking more and more. And as he tried to escape you and your worries as fast as he could, he had completely forgotten the fact he had left the keys on the door after turning the lock.

You froze when you saw it. It was a miracle, a gift, something that just had to be too good to be true that it simply couldn't be real. But it was… the key was right there, as were the keys that could unlock the handcuffs. Your mouth went dry and you carefully looked up to the cameras without moving your head. You knew that the camera above you did not directly film the door you were in front of, but it was actually placed to film the corridor leading to the door. Since the hallway had a deadend with no escape route possible, Sigtryggr didn't think it was necessary to film the door because whoever would go in and out of it would be caught on camera anyway, and to film the door it would mean to spent more money to put an extra camera up. Therefore you knew for a fact that no one would ever find out Haesten had forgotten his keys, the same way no one would ever find out you took those keys in your trembling hands and then left for your office.

What you did know was that you had to be quick. It would only be a matter of time before the guard would notice his keys were gone. And Haesten was a rat in many ways, but he wasn't an idiot. He would piece it together and figure out that when Sihtric would go missing from that basement, you had to be the holder of his lost keys. 

And so you made haste. You didn't have to think twice about what you were about to do, you had gone over this in your head thousands of times already. You would be able to take care of everything, but you never had been able to open that door that led to Sihtric. But now that you finally had access, you immediately set your plan in motion. 

You went to Sigtryggr's office and politely told him you wanted to resign, explaining to him you just couldn't work in a place anymore where such horrors had happened and that it started to affect you and the way you did your job. It wasn't a total lie, so Sigtryggr bought it with ease as he was also aware of the mistakes you had been making lately when it came to the medication dosages. He understood you had been through a lot, and although he was sad to see you go, he told you that if that was your wish then he wouldn't stop you.

You left his office with a sigh of relief, but nerves took over again when you packed up all of Sihtric's files in your office. If you were going to break him out, you were going to destroy everything that could cause him trouble later on. You sat in your office where you waited as calmly as possibly until the guards went on their dinner break as the night fell, and that's when you grabbed the keys out of your emptied drawer. But before you left your office one last time, you threw Sihtric's file in the metal trash bin and set the paperwork on fire.

You then hurried to the door that had been the barricade between you and the love of your life for far too long, and you struggled to place the key in its lock while you fought your nerves. As soon as you heard the lock click open you pulled the heavy door toward you and you ran down the darkened stairs.

'Sihtric!' you almost yelled as you neared him.

Even though you couldn't see each other in the pitch black room you knew you were close, you felt it with every fibre of your being. And Sihtric did too.

'Little bat?' Sihtric breathed, barely able to speak louder than a whisper as he hadn't used his voice properly in months.

'Sihtric!' you cried and fell to your knees in front of him.

You were barely able to see him, there were no torches lit and no faint daylight to peek through the cracks in the wall. All you saw was the dark outline of his chained up body. Your hands were quick to find the shackles that held him captured while you heard the fire alarm go off upstairs, just as you had planned.

'What… what are you doing?' Sihtric asked, his voice raspy, 'how did you get here?'

'Key,' you said with haste while fighting with the heavy chains, 'I got a key.'

'Where did you get the key?'

'Doesn't matter,' your voice broke, 'I refuse to live another life without you.'

You finally freed his wrists, the heavy cuffs slamming against the wall with an echo, and you took his cold hands in yours.

'We have to go, my love,' you urged and gently tugged at him.

'Where to?' Sihtric asked, still trying to grasp what was happening while he tried to get up on his feet.

'Home.'

'But… this… this is my home, little bat,' Sihtric said softly.

'Not anymore,' you said and helped him towards the stairs with you, 'but we have to be quick-'

'Wait,' Sihtric gasped, and he disappeared into the darkness before returning to you a few moments later.

'What did you do?' you asked, but Sihtric didn't answer that, 'are you okay to move fast?'

'I am fine, but the lights are blinding me,' Sihtric said as you approached the door that had kept him hidden from everyone, 'it's too bright.'

You suddenly stopped when you were only one step removed from the all white corridor, as Sihtric stopped dead in his tracks and held you back from taking another step.

'Wait,' he whispered again.

'Go,' Sihtric said, and he pulled you up with him and began to run.

You looked at him, his hair wild and uncombed while his robe was dirty and wet. Sihtric then suddenly pulled you against his chest and crouched down at the top of the stairs, as if shielding you from something that wasn't there… yet.

You then heard a sound you couldn't place, a sound that grew louder quickly. It was a sound that was heavy and low yet thick with vibration, it was something you felt in your body and all around you, it made the ground shake beneath your feet. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, you heard and felt the fluttering wings of a thousand bats emerging from behind you. They flew over your heads, making it feel as if a strong wind gushed through the building while the swarm or bats seemed endless as they crowded the corridors and darkened the asylum entirely with their black wings, blocking the hard led lights above you.

You ran in between the fluttery bats while they protected Sihtric's sensitive eyes from the lights, as well as making it unable to get caught on any of the cameras as you broke out the man you were destined to be with. You held hands as you ran out of the asylum within the dark cloud of bats and into a thick fog. The bats followed while you got in your car and speeded away, deep into the fogged up forest that surrounded the haunting mental hospital you would never return to again.

And just like that, Sigtryggr stood in front of the asylum's entrance and saw an inexplicable amount of bats disappear into the foggy night, while the fire alarm still rang and guards came running from their breaks… but they were already too late. For you were already gone, never to be seen again.

Your eyes were wide and your hands gripped the steering wheel tightly as you speeded over the dark woodland road. You and Sihtric were both silent, and you didn't take your foot off the gas until the asylum was far, far behind you and the bats finally disappeared up into the dark night sky. And only then Sihtric spoke as he placed his hand gently on your knee.

'Stop the car,' he said calmly.

You slowed down and shut off the engine, then turned to Sihtric who was still staring out the window, into the darkness.

'Let me see you,' you whispered and gently took his chin.

The silver moonlight appeared and illuminated both your faces when you finally really dared to look at each other. Finally seeing each other for the first time in a year. And after all this time, Sihtric still took your breath away. He was a little hesitant for a moment, as if afraid to get hurt. He knew you wouldn't hurt him, but he had been broken down to pieces so many times that he struggled to allow himself to let his guard down immediately. You gave him time, holding his hands and giving a reassuring squeeze that it was okay to feel a hint of relief. And after a long silence you both showed a faint hint of a smile, while still being apprehensive to feel truly happy yet.

You pushed a strand of his long and wild hair behind his ear when he allowed you to come closer. You leaned your forehead against his, and then you both broke down in tears as you embraced each other as tightly as possible.

'How?' Sihtric asked through his tears, 'how did you get that key?'

'Dumb luck,' you sniffled, 'I've been plotting to get you out for so long,' you said and cradled his face in your hands, 'you have no idea. I had it all planned out, the sounding of the fire alarm, this getaway route. I mean, shit,' you scoffed with a chuckle, 'I even bought you some new clothes that are at my home waiting for you. But I just couldn't get through that door without a key. Then earlier today Haesten forgot his keys after I came up to him to ask how you were doing. He just forgot his keys, can you believe that?' you said with a sob, 'I've been asking the new head of the asylum, Sigtryggr, for months to review your files and do a new health check, and he was going to do that but he had to review everyone. I couldn't wait for that, not anymore, so when I saw that key today… I had to. I just had to. And I don't know where those bats came from, I don't know how you did that and I don't need to know either, all that matters is that we made it out. I destroyed your files before I left, they can't put you back in there anymore. They can't take you away from me anymore, you hear me? No one can tear us apart anymore.'

'You came back for me,' Sihtric whispered after a moment and wiped away your tears.

'I promised I would, didn't I?'

Sihtric responded by pulling you in for an almost bruisingly firm kiss, one that left you breathless and aching for more, so much more, but you knew now was not the time. You had to get home first, and so you started your car again and continued the drive.

'What did you go back for earlier?' you asked when you suddenly remember how he had run back into the cold darkness.

'My friends,' Sihtric said and a smile tugged at his lips as he reached for the hood of his dirty robe, from where he pulled two black rats, 'they kept me company back there. They looked after me in a way, so it's only fair I look after them now.'

You chuckled and shook your head lightly.

'Your heart, Sihtric, is too pure for this polluted world, my love.'

When you came home you immediately took Sihtric to your bathroom after he made sure his pet rats were safely inside a quickly improvised cage. You ran him a warm bath and helped him clean up while searching for any bruises, but as expected you didn't find any on him due to his supernaturally fast healing ability.

You found Haesten hadn't lied when he said he had tried to maintain Sihtric's facial hair, it looked rather well kept and you only had to touch it up here and there. His long hair was a different story, though. You didn't hate it, but it was something. It did look more tamed when washed and brushed, which was a bit of a relief, but you still offered to cut his hair. Sihtric politely declined your offer, saying he liked it this long but that you could shave the sides if you wanted, which you did.

After he got dressed in his new and comfortable clothes, you ordered a pizza. And while you waited for your order to arrive Sihtric decided to snoop around your place. He told you that you both own some of the same books, but that you also had a bunch he hadn't seen before on occult topics he was interested in too. He then stumbled upon your glass cabinet in the corner, and he saw you had kept all the little wild life skulls he had found and gifted you when he was still in the asylum, and it warmed his heart as much as it broke him too.

'I have to go back to my old house soon,' Sihtric said as you both enjoyed the pizza while being cosy on your couch, 'fuck, this pizza is so good. You have no idea how much I missed proper food.'

'Honey,' you laughed, 'I don't think this is considered proper food. But I'm glad you're enjoying it, love. But,' you became serious again, 'why do you have to go back to your former home?'

'I need to collect some of my personal belongings,' Sihtric said with a mouthful of pizza. 

'You sure no one lives there?'

'Nah, my ex hated the place. There should be a key hidden in one of the flower pots near the door. Otherwise I'll just break a window. It's still my house anyway,' he shrugged, 'my passport, my phone and credit cards should still be there.'

'And you're certain your ex didn't take those?'

'I don't know for sure, but I hope not. There's nothing she could do with my stuff. My bank account should still be frozen, I know no one could access it once I got locked up. And I hope to figure out a way to get access to it again, because there should still be a good amount on there.'

'You think we can just go to the bank?'

'And ask them to give me access after I escaped the asylum?' Sihtric furrowed his brow.

You stared at each other for a few long seconds before you both broke out in laughter. You agreed that idea would probably not work, as you knew what it would take to get the access back.

'That is why I needed Sigtryggr to review you again too,' you said, 'when you get officially released it will be put in a system, and with that information it should give back everything you had before. Your money, your status, everything.'

'Even my sanity?' Sihtric half joked, 'look, we'll figure it out. I know we will somehow.'

'We will somehow,' you smiled and kissed his cheek, then stole the last half slice of pizza he held.

And once his hunger for food was stilled, after eating almost everything you had stocked up in your fridge after he had that pizza, Sihtric helped you draw protective symbols and sigils on the doors and windows with Florida water, to ward your home and yourselves from any negative energies. And you both couldn't shake the feeling you had done something like this together before somehow, maybe in a previous life, maybe in some alternative universe.

'Feels like we've done this before,' you said softly after finishing the last symbol on your bedroom window.

'I know. I feel it too,' Sihtric smiled faintly as he lit a few candles, 'and maybe we did.'

'Maybe we did,' you smiled at him as you leaned back against a cabinet.

Sihtric placed the last candle he just lit on the cabinet and then took your hand, pulling you closer until he could capture you in a soft and loving kiss. 

'Feels like we've done this before too,' he whispered against your lips, and then kissed you again.

You kissed slowly at first, gradually allowing the kiss to deepen until Sihtric picked you up in his arms. He carried you over to the bed, where you began to tug at each other's lounge wear while becoming needier. You kissed until you were both fully undressed and warm under the covers of your bed, and then you kissed each other slowly all over as a way to explore each other's bodies. And then, after all this time and all this longing, you finally made the slowest and most intimate love deemed possible. The kind of love that intertwined souls and synced the beating of your hearts, a kind of love that could only be made when two people simply belonged together. 

It was the kind of love that left you both breathless and speechless, and even more in love with each other than you even thought would be possible. It was the kind of love that made you both forget all the pain and horrors you had gone through to get here. It was the kind of love that silenced all the negatives and all the voices in your heads, but only for a moment though.

'Promise you're still here when I wake up?' Sihtric suddenly asked in the quiet night, his voice soft as a whisper in your ear as he had his arms wrapped tightly around you.

'I will always be here when you wake up from now on,' you promised and kissed his hand.

'I know,' he whispered and kissed your neck softly, 'I know you will. I know you.'

'I feel like I've known you forever,' you whispered as you traced his arms mindlessly, 'and I can't explain it.'

'You do know me,' Sihtric whispered, 'we've known each other forever. I've been looking everywhere for you, in so many lifetimes, but every time I found you I also lost you.'

'I know,' you sniffled, 'and I am terrified of losing you again.'

'No,' Sihtric squeezed you in his arms, 'you won't. Because this time is different.'

'How do you know that?'

'Because this time you found me, little bat.'

He squeezed you in his arms again, holding you so tightly as if he was afraid you would vanish right there. And in truth, Sihtric was terrified to fall asleep, but he didn't want to tell you. He was terrified that this had all been a dream again, and that he would wake up back in the asylum, cuffed and chained to the cold wall in that dark basement. 

He tried to fight his urge to sleep, but he hadn't had a decent sleep in so long and he longed for it as much as he feared it. And eventually even the strongest of men have to give in to it, and so Sihtric fell asleep while he still held you in his arms.

The next morning you got the scare of a lifetime when you opened your eyes and found Sihtric sitting next to your bed, staring at you from a close with his big eyes. He was only lovingly admiring you, but that didn't change the fact that he scared the living hell out of you and you couldn't help but scream, which in return startled him and made him jump up and scream as well.

'Don't ever do that again!' you yelled as you grabbed onto the sheets, covering your bare body for no real reason at all.

'I'm sorry!' Sihtric yelled back, equally as spooked as you still were, 'I just… I couldn't believe you were still here. I was afraid if I looked away you'd disappear. And you… you're… you're so beautiful, I'm sorry.'

You immediately softened after hearing his words, and you pulled him back in bed.

'I already told you,' you whispered and kissed his face all over, 'I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.'

And that was the first morning you got to wake up together as a couple. You soon learned that Sihtric needed some time to adjust to his life as a free man again, while you needed some time to adjust to the fact you were living with someone now. Sihtric still woke up at 6 in the morning sharp every day, a habit from the asylum as he was forced to take his medication at 6:15 to start the day, and something inside him still woke him up for a daily dose he clearly didn't need. But as he found it hard to fall back asleep again, he would just get up and play with the rats or rearrange their cage, as he liked to do every few days to stay busy. 

Sihtric also started to read the books in your cabinet he hadn't read before, educating himself with more knowledge about everything paranormal, and he even joked that you and him should open a paranormal investigation business.

'Sure,' you laughed.

But Sihtric knew as well as you did that it was an interesting idea and something that could work. You and Sihtric both enjoyed exploring supposedly haunted buildings, something you did quite often once you both had adjusted to your new life after several weeks, and it could be a way to provide an income for you both. But that was a concern for later though. First you had to deal with driving him to his old house, which was a huge mansion, just like the one you had seen in your dreams. It was scary how identical it looked to the one you dreamt of, and you felt an almost suffocating negative energy as you waited for him to find the key, and you told Sihtric he had to get rid of the house.

'I know,' he agreed, 'and I will. I only want to take some of my stuff and then I'm selling it. I have no reason to hold onto this place anyway. It's tainted with the past of my failed marriage.'

You felt relieved when he said that, but that feeling ended abruptly once you stepped inside the house and found the place absolutely ravaged. You both froze when you saw the big chandelier on the floor, which had somehow fallen from the ceiling and broken into a million pieces, and the furniture in the living room was broken and shoved against the walls. Shattered glass and torn books were everywhere, and to make matters even stranger, you both saw there was a small fire burning in the hearth, but it disappeared as soon as you both blinked. Sihtric grabbed your hand as he stared at the destroyed place he used to call home.

'I… I've seen this before,' you said once you dared to speak.

'So have I,' Sihtric confessed, 'but… those were dreams, right?'

You nodded slowly as you followed him further inside and carefully up the stairs, where he grabbed a bag and filled it with clothes and all his important possessions which were indeed still there. You couldn't wait to get out of his house, as the suffocating feeling seemed to wrap around you more and more the longer you were in there, until it made you dizzy.

'I have to step outside,' you said and left down the stairs in a hurry.

Outside you sat on the small porch, feeling unwell and as if you just couldn't seem to fill your lungs with enough air. It was only when Sihtric slammed the door shut behind him that you started to feel better, and he said he had felt the same energy while you were already outside.

'Yeah, I'm selling that hell hole once I can,' he said as he gave it one last look in your rearview mirror as you drove off.

Not long after you returned from the cursed mansion, Sihtric found out he could access his bank account after he got his phone to work again.

'Wait,' you said as he showed you his phone, 'but… Jesus, Sihtric, do you know what that means?'

'What?'

You scoffed, then began to laugh and grabbed his face to kiss him.

'That means Sigtryggr has filed and approved your release.'

'What?' Sihtric asked again, confused this time, 'are you sure?'

'It's the only way for this to have happened.'

What you both didn't know was that when Sigtryggr watched the enormous cloud of bats disappear into the night of your escape, he had already made up his mind about Sihtric without needing to have a look at him. He had read Sihtric's files before you burned them, and he knew he didn't belong in a place like that. He had filed the documents for Sihtric's release just one day before you broke him out, but it took time for those to be processed. 

That is why no one came looking for you, even though Sigtryggr knew exactly what had happened once he found the basement door open. He held off a search and erased that night's security footage, granting Sihtric a brand new start in life by doing so. And if that wasn't enough, Sigtryggr also made sure Sihtric received a load of money to compensate for the damage that had been done to him. It couldn't erase what happened, but it could provide for a better future.

And it did.

Because Sihtric used that money to buy a brand new home for the two of you, and the pet rats. And together you transformed the former plain looking house into the gothic fairy-tale home you had both dreamt of. You painted the walls dark and decorated them with framed posters of your favourite horror movies, with shelves which held skulls and candles, and you got a few gigantic book cabinets which would be filled up entirely. 

And once you were all settled in your new home, Sihtric proposed to you by in your bedroom, which was lit with hundreds of candles. And those also set off the fire alarm multiple times when extinguishing them after the proposal, but that didn't change how romantic it had been or how sweet the love making had been that night. 

You initially set the wedding date for Halloween night. But the more Sihtric thought about it, the more headaches he got, and he had to acknowledge the terrifying feeling that gnawed at him.

'Darling, you know I love Halloween,' Sihtric said one night while you were both reading a book in bed, 'but that wedding date… it doesn't sit well with me. It gives me a headache, and I don't know why.'

'I know what you mean,' you revealed, 'something's been feeling off for me too every time I think about it. '

And so you agreed to move the date to October 1st. But before you would squeeze yourself into your all black wedding dress in several months, you first had to paint and set up the office space on the ground floor of your new home.

After giving it some more thought, and since no one wanted to hire Sihtric due to his rocky past, you realised that starting a paranormal investigation firm wasn't all that bad of an idea. There was enough to explore and more than enough people could probably use your help and knowledge too.

And after you got all the paperwork in order and finally fixed up the last things in the office, you took a step back to look at it all alongside your soon to be husband. You both smiled at the sight of your new workplace, because this was truly the start of your brand new lives together.

'Well,' Sihtric smiled, then wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your forehead, 'that's it, my little bat. We're officially open for business.'

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Me catching up on all the fics pretty much like spooky!sihtric emerging from the basement 😂 Just blinkubg around like :

I am SO relieved we got a happy ending, with pet rats and everything (them bitting sihtric's nose reminde me of dragu sticking his niffer up your nose). Also si many references to all the previous fics connectef to the spooky!verse ( momentarilly relivef the trauma of crow!sihtric with the whole wedding date + sense of impending doom, thanks for that). And also we love it when our favorite local angel eyes makes a guest star in whatever role, but always bringing some light with him because well, its Syg, of course he does.

Anyways. You finished this so beautifully! It came full circle in the most satisfying way possible and I am so happy. 10/10 5 stars will recommend 😂

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The Rich Bitch

note: I have a weird fascination with tv shows in which they show/sell/renovate homes, and I watch that shit daily, so that's why this fic now exists. This fic is for the S Club girls, you know who you are 🖤

warnings: 18+!! smut, language, unprotected sex bc pregnancy is not a thing in my fic world.

pairing: Realtor!Sihtric x fem!reader (no use of Y/N)

summary: After being dropped as a buyer by Uhtred and Finan, because you were impossible to deal with, Sihtric took on the job of being your new realtor. Your attitude was something he would surely fix in time, but his main mission was to sell you a house, whatever it would take.

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'Come on,' Sihtric laughed, 'it can't be that bad.'

'Oh, it is,' Uhtred stressed, 'you don't understand.'

'He's right,' Finan backed Uhtred, 'I dropped her as a client for the same reason. She's just impossible.'

'I also thought it wasn't that bad,' Uhtred added, 'so I made my move when Finan dropped her, thinking I could easily sell a house to her. Because how bad could it really be, right?'

'You can't even begin to imagine,' Finan said, 'I showed her dozens of mansions, and nothing was good enough. She's a rich bitch who is impossible to please.'

'And I did the same, showing her the most amazing houses that people would die for,' Uhtred sighed, 'but Finan's right, nothing was good enough. I'm out of ideas, I truly am. I can't sell a house to her, it's impossible. I showed her a house with a pool that was the size of an amateur basketball court, and she complained it was too small. Too small! She's a single woman, Sihtric! What does she need a pool for that's bigger than the size of a damned basketball court?!'

Sihtric leaned back in his fancy black chair, with his leather boots put up on his desk as he smirked at the two men who he shared the workplace with. The three were all real estate agents, the best in town nonetheless, and their agency was booming; selling multiple luxurious villas and mansions weekly, earning satisfied client after satisfied client. But that was until you had appeared at their door one day, looking for a new home that was the best of the best. Finan was up for the task, because nothing was a bigger jab in the face to his fellow estate agents, which were his best friends too, than selling an insanely expensive house to a drop dead gorgeous woman. But unfortunately for the Irishman, you turned out to be a handful. Finan dropped you as his client after he had shown you so many houses that he had lost count, all which you turned down for the most ridiculous reasons.

'At the last house I showed her she said she didn't like the carpet,' Finan groaned, 'the carpet! She didn't buy it because of the carpet. I mean, Jesus Christ! You can hire someone to pull that bloody carpet out!'

'Maybe she wants a home that doesn't need any work,' Sihtric shrugged, 'that's a common demand.'

'No,' Uhtred snapped, 'that's not it. I have shown her well over ten properties that she could move in right on the day, and still,' he threw his hands up, 'I give up, you can have her,' he looked at Sihtric, 'otherwise we drop her from our agency.'

'Fine by me, I'll take it,' Sihtric chuckled, 'you know I like a challenge.'

'Yeah, good luck,' Uhtred scoffed, 'I'll talk to you in a week.'

'Trust me, I'll sell a place to her,' Sihtric smiled, full of confidence.

'And there he is,' Finan laughed, 'the cocky bastard. We'll see about that.'

Sihtric was not quite like his friends and fellow agents when it came to work. Uhtred always dressed formally for the job, wearing a fancy suit with nice and shiny shoes underneath, and treating those in search of a new home like absolute royalty, which was a guaranteed success for a sale. Finan was always dressed rather sharply too, but less formal, and he was more the kind of estate agent to joke around and lure his clients into a purchase with his friendly smile while promising them a special discount, one that didn't even exist, but it always worked.

But Sihtric was a little different. He didn't do formal wear, instead he dressed in whatever he felt like on the day. Some days he'd wear a nice blouse with some jeans and leather boots, and other days he'd show up with a loose fitting t-shirt, some sweatpants and a pair of expensive sneakers. He didn't wear fancy jewelry, except for some rings around his tattooed fingers. He also had a visible tattoo on his neck. His hair was either loose and messy, or tied back into a bun, or entirely braided, and he had a well kept goatee as well as a few scars on his face.

Buyers always were a little wary of him at first glance, as they'd expect a real estate agent who sold houses that cost millions to be dressed as a millionaire himself. But it was simply impossible for anyone to not warm to Sihtric's charm after only a few minutes. Sihtric was smart and canny, he always figured out in no time what buyers were actually looking for and the things they didn't want at all, resulting in many successful sales. He could read people like no other, and if he realised a buyer wasn't feeling the house he was showing, he'd cut off the viewing because he was not about to waste anyone's time. 

Sihtric was also direct, never sugarcoating anything for anyone. He sold homes and he never wanted to sell lies, and in all his years of working in the business, he never had to drop someone because he failed to sell them a home. And he would do whatever it would take to keep that reputation. If he only knew what he had signed up for when he took you over as a client from Uhtred.

You were livid when Uhtred dumped you as his client out of the blue, through an email. First Finan, and now him. You didn't understand why those men couldn't just do their job of finding you a forever home, as if it should be that hard. You considered changing estate agencies, but in the email Uhtred referred you to his colleague, Sihtric, and you decided to give the firm another chance. You wouldn't deny that Uhtred and Finan had tried to find you a new home, albeit barely though in your eyes, they still had tried. 

You didn't have much hope for that Sihtric guy if you were honest, but you still pulled up to the address you had received by email a few days after your agent change. As usual, you had done no prior research nor looked the house up on maps, so the house listed was a surprise at first sight when you arrived.

It was a mansion to say the least, with a massive driveway and a dramatic fountain in the middle of it. The smell of chlorine greeted your nostrils when you stepped out of your silver Rolls Royce, indicating the mansion had a pool in the back. You hoped that it was at least of a decent size, and not like that pathetic little kiddy pool the house had which Uhtred showed you once. Your black high heels clicked on the pavement while your white sundress flowed behind you as you crossed the street. It was a hot summer afternoon. Your large Dior summer hat and big Gucci sunglasses shielded your face from the sun, and also managed to hide half of your disgusted face when you stopped before stepping onto the actual driveway, seeing it was no smooth surface but consisted of millions of dark pebbles instead. You sighed and groaned softly, there was no way you were able to make it to the front door without scratching your beloved Louboutin's.

You looked around and then spotted a rather rugged looking man coming out of the house, and you frowned. You lowered your designer shades and glared over the rim, judging the man's nonchalant haircut as his long hair was tied back, and you muttered an 'Ew,' upon seeing the simple black jeans he wore with a pair of hideous black boots underneath. Your demand for every house you were shown was to be available, meaning no residents or employees living there anymore, so you weren't sure why this man just came out of the house. But regardless, you needed help crossing those pebbles from hell to even view the inside of the house in the first place. And since the man seemed strong and muscular even from a distance, you were sure he could help you, whoever he was. Little did you know that it was Sihtric, your new real estate agent.

You pushed your shades back up your nose and waved at him.

'Uhm, excuse me!' you called out, 'are you the pool boy?'

'Pool boy?' Sihtric murmured to himself, 'who the fuck does she think she is?' He then cleared his throat and called back, 'Ma'am?'

Sihtric was confused as to why you were yelling at him instead of coming over, but he figured immediately that you were the nightmare buyer Uhtred and Finan had warned him about. And you in turn were offended when the man didn't come over right away, leaving you like a damsel in distress on the opposite side of the driveway.

'Do you work here?' you yelled.

'Eh, I'm your real estate agent!' he yelled back.

'Oh!' you chuckled, then made a face, 'oh… okay, so you must be Sihtric?'

'I am!'

You looked at him and scoffed at how he simply didn't come over to offer any help, surely he saw your shoes and the impossible road ahead of you. You truly had to spell everything out for a man.

'Well,' you yelled and pointed at the pebbles, 'surely a strong man such as yourself could help me cross this driveway?'

Sihtric stared at the small rocks and then had to fight a grin, because he knew what you wanted now. You wanted him to hold your hand as you stumbled across the driveway, or even better, you wanted to be carried by him all the way up to the front door. Why else would you bring up his physique like that? But Sihtric wasn't about that special treatment, and he refused to give it to you.

'You got feet?' Sihtric yelled.

'Excuse me?'

'Do you have feet?' he asked, slowly this time.

'Of course I have feet!' you snarled, 'but these pebbles,' you groaned, 'have you seen my shoes?'

'Oh, I see them,' he smirked and looked at your bare legs for a split second, even from afar he couldn't deny you were hot. 'But you have feet, yeah? So you can walk too?' Sihtric asked, amused.

'Yes, I can walk too!' you hissed, 'I don't understand what-'

'Great! Then I'll meet you inside,' Sihtric yelled and gave you a thumbs up, then stepped inside the house and disappeared.

'What?' you scoffed.

You thought he was joking, but after a few long seconds it became evident that Sihtric was not coming out to help you, so you groaned and pouted as you took off your shoes. And after you had finally made your way across the boiling hot pebbles, barefooted, you sat down and cleaned your already blistering feet with the wipes you always kept in your Louis Vuitton purse. You were fuming when you put your heels back on and turned to see Sihtric, looking at you with a shit-eating grin on his face as he leaned against the doorpost. He thought you were gorgeous, and he'd flirt with you instantly if he wasn't aware that you were such a bitch. So instead of flirting he decided to remind you that just because you had a lot of money, didn't mean you deserved to be treated like a queen if you weren't a kind person yourself.

'Well, would you look at that? I'm proud of you, miss,' he smiled down at you, 'you made it all the way here by yourself. Was it a life changing experience? Do you need a foot massage tonight?'

'Uhtred could have warned me about his replacement being such an asshole,' you huffed and got up, 'not very professional, are you?' you sneered as you gave him a judgemental look, glaring over the rim of your shades again.

'And I am delighted to meet you too,' Sihtric mocked and bowed his head a little to you, 'so, now that we're done with the formalities, shall we view the house then?' he asked and turned on his heels, then made another jest, 'you might want to take off those shades, or the house may come off dark-'

'Why is the house not gated?' you snapped, 'anyone can just go up to the front door, and I don't like that.'

Sihtric turned back to you and scoffed with a smile. He then pursed his lips and nodded lightly as he scratched his goatee for a moment.

'So you want a gated property?' he asked.

'Of course I do.'

'And yet when my colleague asked about your wishes during the intake, you didn't mention that. Your only demand was for the houses to be empty and available right away.'

'Must've slipped my mind,' you shrugged.

'Sure did,' Sihtric smiled, then became serious all of the sudden, 'but then I hereby declare that this viewing is over. I will go back to my office now, and I will contact you by the end of the day with a new listing.'

He pushed past you and opened the front door again, pointing you out.

'Excuse me?' you asked, absolutely baffled.

'You want a gated property,' Sihtric said, 'and that is not what this is. So we both know you will not be buying this house. My time is valuable, miss, and I am not wasting it for anyone.'

You couldn't believe your ears, and you couldn't possibly pick the right curse word to call him out with. You had just made your way to the front door only, without shoes, only to not even get a full tour of the property. You were offended and angry that he dared to treat you like that, and so you just stormed out of the house without another word.

'Oh, miss?' Sihtric called after you as you stepped off the porch, 'careful with those heels on your way back, will you? I'll make sure the next house has no pebbled driveway.'

'You- how dare you!' you snarled and attempted to jump at him, but the agent was quick to slam the door in your face.

Sihtric had kept his word and emailed you with another house to view that same night, and your appointment was scheduled two days after your first horrible encounter. That night after the failed viewing, you wrote a long email in which you complained about Sihtric and his behaviour, and you had emailed it to Uhtred. Uhtred in turn had forwarded it to Sihtric, with the added message: 'Told you so.' But all Sihtric did was laugh when he read the amazingly worded rant about him, written by you, that clearly meant nothing. Because despite the fact you were apparently "incredibly offended" and "disgusted by his behaviour and appearance", you still agreed to be present at the next viewing, so Sihtric knew there had to be something that kept you coming back.

And he was equally as amused and irritated upon seeing you for the second time. The way you got out of your expensive car in that tight fitting dress, he was surprised you didn't have a driver to help you out. You wore the same heels as last time, but this time you were able to walk up to the door all by yourself. But not before you had to ring and wait at the intercom for minutes before Sihtric responded. He had heard the ringing the first time, and he had seen you get out of your car as he looked through the front door's window, but he liked to see you struggle in the heat before he opened the gates that surrounded the building.

'Good afternoon, miss,' Sihtric smiled widely as he stood in the door.

'Afternoon,' you replied and feigned a smile back.

You hadn't forgotten about his behaviour, the only upgrade today was that he looked a little more… decent. His hair was braided and he wore a grey blouse that wasn't fully buttoned up, showing off a little bit of chest with his hammer pendant visible, but not in a tacky way. The only thing that ruined his look was the fact he wore those leather boots again underneath his black jeans. You couldn't deny that he was good looking, for a savage looking man that was. Your type was the all shaved and spray-tanned rich business man, who treated you like a queen, and Sihtric didn't even come close to looking or behaving like that. But still, you knew a handsome man when you saw one, and there was something about Sihtric that was undeniably attractive, you just couldn't stand his attitude.

'So, the house is gated and we got no pebbles,' Sihtric remarked, 'how did we like the exterior then?'

'Not too bad,' you admitted, 'but the gates could be higher, because people can still climb over.'

'They could,' he agreed, 'but this place has the latest security system installed, with cameras covering the entire property day and night. It's in direct contact with a security company that is housed at the end of this street, it looks after every other mansion in this area. Also the top of those gates are secured with electricity, giving you a good shock you'll need to recover from when you try to climb over.'

It was clear you had nothing to remark, and that pleased Sihtric, meaning he got to cross one of your demands off the list he had created the night before. He would sell you a house, he knew he would. Maybe not today, but he would in time.

'Now, if you come in,' he said and stepped aside to welcome you into the spacious hallway, 'you will see that this place was recently renovated by the previous owners.'

'I see,' you said and looked at the ceiling, 'and… does that chandelier come with the house?'

'It does.'

'I hate it.'

'Well, then if you decide to buy this place, you can take it down.'

'I don't want to put in any work.'

'No shit,' Sihtric mumbled, then spoke up, 'then you can hire someone.'

'Why would I spend money on someone for that?'

'Why wouldn't you grab some stairs and take it down yourself?' he retorted, 'oh, wait,' he clicked his tongue, 'of course, how stupid of me, you can't do that wearing those heels.'

'I can do a lot in these heels that would surprise you,' you snarked.

'Oh, can you now?' Sihtric smirked. He looked you up and down for a split second and bit down on his lower lip. 'Look,' he sighed, 'just forget that chandelier, okay? That's not what it's about. It's about this house being the right fit for you. So, let's continue to the living room.'

You followed the realtor into the impressively large and empty living room, and you wandered around slowly as you inspected the place while Sihtric gave you all the details you needed.

'It's been renovated last year,' he began, his eyes following you around while he leaned back against the wall, 'the whole house that is. New floor, new kitchen, new layer of paint. It's basically brand new. It's got double-pane windows everywhere, also new, and the size of the windows allow for a perfect amount of natural light to brighten up every room, making it even feel more spacious than it already is.'

'I see,' you murmured, quite satisfied with what you saw so far.

'Any complaints?' Sihtric asked with a smirk.

'None,' you looked at him, 'yet.'

'Very well,' he said, 'let's go through that door on your right then, and I'll show you the kitchen.'

You followed Sihtric again and, after the living room had surprisingly pleased you, the spacious kitchen did too.

'Countertops are all granite,' Sihtric informed you, 'and the cabinet handles are actually antiques, they reused the originals when they renovated it. Furthermore the kitchen comes with the latest technology when it comes to cooking. You got your built in multifunction oven-'

'I don't cook,' you interrupted, 'so all that doesn't matter to me.'

'You don't cook,' Sihtric said, then chuckled, 'of course you don't. Well, then, if the kitchen doesn't matter, we'll move onto the first floor.'

Sihtric took the lead again and walked you up the grand spiral staircase, which he told you was also brand new. He felt confident this time showing you around. Maybe you hated the chandelier in the entrance hall, but so far you hadn't complained about anything else, which pleased him. But his confidence was shattered when he saw your face as you looked around the master bedroom.

'What is it?' Sihtric almost groaned, looking at the perfect bedroom.

'The ceilings,' you scoffed as you looked up, 'they are too low.'

'Too low?'

'Yes, I feel… it's just very claustrophobic.'

'Claust- lady,' he took a deep breath to calm himself, pinching the bridge of his nose as he did. 'Okay, okay,' he fake smiled, 'noted, madam. I wasn't aware you required high ceilings at all times, my bad,' he then muttered, 'probably need it for your ego.'

'What was that?' you snapped.

'Nothing,' Sihtric said. 

He knew for a fact there was nothing wrong with the ceilings, as they weren't low at all. In fact, the ceilings had been raised during the renovation, so he knew you were just bullshitting him. But knowing that, he immediately told you once again that the viewing was over. And once back at his office, he added the low ceilings and chandelier to your shit list, joining the pebbles and non-gated properties.

Sihtric found it was indeed not an easy task to find something that would please you. The biggest issue was that most available homes had already been shown to you, and you had turned all of them down. He stayed up night after night, working outside of his office hours, looking for that one property you just couldn't refuse. And after hours of searching, he finally found one. He went by the place himself twice before sending you an email to schedule an appointment, making sure that there was nothing that wouldn't satisfy you, and he felt confident again.

When you met Sihtric for a third time, outside the gates of yet another seemingly perfect property, you were completely shocked by his appearance. He looked even more rugged than usual, which you thought was impossible. His hair was loose and seemed somewhat uncombed, as if he had just gotten out of bed. Not a professional look in your opinion. Also his plain white t-shirt and black sweatpants weren't very professional for a realtor either, you thought, and you couldn't hide your unpleasantly surprised face as you crossed the street.

You were dressed in your fancy heels, wearing a short black skirt and a white sleeveless crop top. Your LV bag dangled from your shoulder, and you took off your Gucci shades as you approached him.

'Good morning to you too,' Sihtric sighed upon seeing your disapproving face.

'Are you okay?' you asked, with actual concern, 'are you sick?'

'Sick?' Sihtric asked, mildly offended. He was a little tired perhaps, as you had given him a headache non stop with your ridiculous demands, but there was nothing that could indicate he was feeling under the weather. 'Why do you think I'm sick?'

'Well,' you scoffed and gestured at him, 'you look like shit.'

'I beg your pardon?'

'Look at you!' you almost yelled, 'did you even brush your hair? Christ, you look homeless.'

Sihtric stared at you, his duo-coloured eyes full of rage, and he clenched his jaw in an attempt to calm himself. He took a deep breath and then laughed as he shook his head.

'Nah, I'm not playing that game,' he sighed and grabbed the keys out of his pocket, 'come on.' He walked you through the gates and up to the fancy porch. 'The property is gated, there's a smooth cement driveway and, I checked, there's no chandelier in the entrance hall and no low ceilings in the bedroom. So, how do you like the outside?' he asked before opening the front door.

'It's nice,' you said curtly, 'I like the palm trees over there.'

'Wait,' Sihtric scoffed, 'did you just say you actually liked something?'

You glared at the realtor, not sure if he was joking or actually mocking you, so you sighed and rolled your eyes as you told him to shut up. Sihtric grinned at that, and he then opened the front door for you. He bowed like a servant as he welcomed you inside, which got on your nerves, and in return to his attitude you held your purse out to him. Sihtric was confused for a moment, but decided to take it, and you then smiled almost wickedly at him.

'Thank you,' you smiled and walked further into the hallway.

Sihtric scoffed and then chuckled, knowing it was his own fault for falling for that trick you just pulled. But if you expected him to carry your bag around the house for you, then you were wrong. Because he dumped the expensive purse on the floor when you had your back turned, and he kicked it with his foot underneath a decorative table next to the door, all while he checked out your ass as you walked ahead of him. He silently wondered if you always dressed rather risky and revealingly, or if you only just did it when you were viewing houses.

You were pleased at first sight when you looked around, for there indeed was no hideous chandelier present and the hall was spacious and bright. Sihtric gave you a quick rundown on all the important things; the two story home was recently renovated with a great security system, it had five bedrooms, five bathrooms, two massive living rooms, one grand kitchen, and there was also a brand new pool in the back which he'd show you later. If you'd make it that far obviously, because first he was going to show you the living room and the kitchen.

'It's nice and bright,' you said as you stood in the living area, your voice bouncing off the walls in the large empty space, 'I like it.'

'Well, I just can't believe my ears,' Sihtric chuckled.

'Don't push it, mister Realtor,' you side-eyed him.

'Oh, I wouldn't dare,' he winked, and then walked you to the kitchen. 'The kitchen was renovated along with the rest of the house, as you can see, they made the countertops granite-'

'Granite,' you interrupted, with a look of disgust painted on your face.

'Yes, the countertop is made of granite,' Sihtric confirmed, then suddenly lost his confidence, 'as is the kitchen island- I… I don't see how that is a problem?'

'I don't like granite.'

Sihtric stared at you with undeniable fury in his eyes once again, while his lower lip was drawn between his teeth. He briefly pinched the bridge of his nose before raking his hand through his hair, his blood boiling inside of him as he went over your list of demands in his head, and suddenly something inside him snapped. He swallowed hard, then exhaled sharply but slowly, and a forced smile appeared on his face.

'It's only the granite you don't like, miss?' he asked, 'or is there anything else about this kitchen that you hate, my lady?'

'Just the granite,' you said after you looked around again, then looked straight at him, 'and watch your tone.'

'Right, okay,' Sihtric rasped and clapped his hands together and stepped closer, 'no granite countertops for the lady, my apologies,' he visibly feigned his compassion, 'however, I can't help notice how at the previous house I showed you, you never made a remark about the granite, which was nearly identical to this here. You only complained about the ceilings being too low in the bedroom, which was ridiculous in the first place. And actually,' he scoffed, 'the ceiling right here is lower than the ceiling we saw in that bedroom, yet you aren't saying a word about that today. So, tell me, are you just a fucking brat all the time, or do you really have a problem with everything my firm has shown you?'

'Excuse me?' you asked, shocked at his sudden outburst.

'Oh, wait, wait,' he chuckled and held his hands up, 'is it commitment issues?'

'What is wrong with you?' you snarled and gaped at him.

'Yeah, that's it, isn't it?' Sihtric smiled proudly and leaned back against the granite counter, 'you keep finding excuses because you are simply afraid to commit to a house. Same reason you are single I assume?'

'This is absolutely ridiculous,' you scoffed, 'what are you, my therapist?'

'So you do have issues?'

'We all have issues!'

'Sure we do.'

'So what's yours?' you snarked and took a step towards him, 'being rude to people? Mansplaining commitment issues? Or are you just a shit realtor?'

'Mansplaining?' Sihtric half hissed and got up in your face, 'I ain't mansplaining anything. I just want to know why you are being such a bitch about every property you've seen, when clearly there is not a single thing wrong with any of them. What is your goal? Why do you keep coming back to me, when clearly I can't find you the right house? Why have you not dropped me as your realtor yet, if I'm so shit at my job?'

'I don't know,' you shrugged, 'maybe I just like to piss you off.'

'Oh, so that's it?' Sihtric clicked his tongue as he towered over you, 'you just enjoy being a rich bitch, huh?'

'Maybe I do,' you half smiled, not backing away, 'and maybe I like the fact you're not giving up on me as a client, but talk back to me instead.'

'So all of this attitude,' Sihtric said calmly as he leaned in, 'is just because you need someone to put you in your place?'

'Maybe,' you smirked and eyed him up and down, 'maybe I'm just testing you.'

'Oh, are you?' he lowered his voice.

'Yeah, maybe I just want to see what happens when you finally snap,' you added fuel to the fire.

'You want to see what happens?' his eyes darkened.

'I dare you to show me,' you almost purred and bit down on your lip as you looked up at him.

There was a tension as you stared at each other, the air not just filled with a form of mild hatred, but something way more electrifying. Something heavy, something that would soon explode and cause sparks and fire. The tension was thickening quickly and it was something… deeply sexual, that needed to be released.

'I'll show you,' Sihtric suddenly chuckled darkly, 'sure, I'll show you.'

He took a small step back. Your heart was drumming in your ears and you felt your cheeks were all burned up, but that was nothing compared to the feeling you experienced when the realtor suddenly took your hand and spun you around. He bent you over the granite counter and trapped you, his muscular body pressing up behind you while you felt the cool countertop against your cheek.

'Are you sure you don't like granite?' Sihtric asked and leaned in, his voice warm in your ear as his breath hot tickled your skin. He slid his hand up the back of your neck and wrapped around it when you didn't respond, and he brought your face up to the cupboards above you. 'What about the modern cabinet handles?' he rasped in your ear as he kept his body pushed up against yours, 'you got a problem with those maybe? Is it not fancy enough for you?'

You half moaned at his roughness and only chuckled in reply. Because you got him all riled up, exactly how you wanted it. And he was quick to catch on your sudden motive. Sihtric gave you one firm slap on your ass and then spun you back to face him. He lifted you up on the counter, spreading your legs swiftly and he shoved one hand under your short skirt, grabbing your thigh, while his other wrapped around your throat. He pulled you closer to him, and you instinctively hooked your legs around his waist, feeling his hard cock pressed up against your soaked panties as your skirt was already pushed up. You moaned at the friction and began to grind your hips against him, desperate for the good fuck you knew he would be. The sound of his ragged breath in your ear, while he enjoyed the way you were grinding up against him, drove you mad and lusting for more.

Sihtric then grabbed your chin and pushed you to look up, at the kitchen ceiling, and he hissed in your ear, 'No complaints about the ceiling, miss Bitch?'

'The ceiling,' you breathed as you smiled and lied, 'is too fucking low.'

He momentarily tightened his grip on your thigh, leaving a pleasantly burning mark, and he then pulled you off the counter. 'Then maybe,' he snarled and pushed you down to your knees, 'you should look at it from a different angle.'

You grinned as you looked up at him, and you bit down on your lip as you ran your hands up his sweatpants, over his muscular thighs, and you chuckled when you palmed his arousal and heard him groan lightly.

'Maybe you're right,' you smiled devilishly and lifted your top up, revealing your tits to him, 'the place does look bigger from this angle, don't you think?' You curled your fingers around the waistband of his sweatpants, lowering them slowly, then doing the same with his boxers, until his hard cock sprung out in front of you. 'And you know,' you began to work him slowly with your hands, 'I only like really…,' you purred, 'really…,' you brought your lipstick painted lips to his leaking tip, 'really big things.'

You enveloped his cock with your lips before Sihtric could even properly respond, and he threw his head back with a grunt while he grabbed onto the granite counter behind him.

'Fuck,' he hissed through his teeth, and a guttural moan slipped from his mouth when you took his length all in the warm wetness of your mouth, 'finally found a way to shut you up, huh?' he laughed darkly as he looked down at you.

You gazed up at him as you enjoyed sucking him off, giving probably the sloppiest head you had ever given in your life, and you moaned when he twitched in your mouth. 

He grabbed your hair with one hand, controlling your pace steadily. 'You do this to all your realtors?' he husked.

You pulled away from him, strings of saliva and pre-cum dripping down your lipstick smudged lips and chin, and you smiled cheekily at him.

'Only the realtors who have really big cocks,' you giggled, 'turns out you are the first.'

That answer was satisfying enough for Sihtric, and he smoothly pushed himself inside your mouth again, steadily using you and fucking your face until he almost came. He pulled out before he climaxed and helped you up on your feet, only to bend you over the counter again. He shoved your skirt up and pulled down your dripping wet panties, and he pushed your legs apart with his knee. He sheathed deep inside you with ease, but you still gasped at the way he stretched and filled you up. And before you knew it you clawed at the granite countertop while your realtor fucked you relentlessly from behind. He thrusted hard and deep inside you, causing you to moan loudly for him, just as he liked it, but he stopped and pulled out moments before you could finish, leaving you a whining and begging mess.

'We weren't done with the viewing yet,' Sihtric hissed in your ear.

He spanked your ass once firmly, to which you gasped with a moan, and he then pulled up his sweatpants. He took your hand and dragged you with him up the black marble stairs, to the second floor. Your legs were shaky, and you struggled to stay up on your high heels, but you made it to one of the bedrooms where Sihtric pushed you on the bed.

'Master bedroom,' Sihtric said as he pulled his sweatpants down again and joined you on the bed, 'three large double-pane windows,' he continued and grabbed your ankle, 'wooden floors with heating,' he pulled you towards him, 'and raised fucking ceilings with smartphone controlled led lights,' he added before he pushed himself back inside you again, 'comes with an ensuite bathroom too.'

Sihtric continued where he had left off in the kitchen, fucking you relentlessly but being able to watch your face now as he did, which made him only go harder on you.

'Oh, god!' you moaned and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

'What?' he chuckled, his face buried in your neck while he kept your legs hooked around his waist, 'and fucking complaints about this room?'

'N-no,' you babbled, eyes rolling back as he continuously hitted the right spot, 'it's… it's p-perfect.'

You moaned in his ear whenever you weren't grazing it with your teeth, earning a heavy grunt from the savage looking man each time he heard the pretty sounds you made for him, while he took you on the queen sized bed in the massive bedroom.

'Good,' Sihtric then said and stopped his movements, to which you protested again. 'No, no,' he chuckled and hushed you, slowly dragging his length out, 'no, I won't give you what you want just when you want it. The world doesn't revolve around you,' he whispered in your ear, slowly pushing himself back inside you, 'but it seems no one ever told you that. Or maybe someone did,' he murmured and bit your ear teasingly as he fucked you painstakingly slow, 'and you just didn't listen, because you think you know it all. And you know what needs to be done?' he leaned back and grabbed your face, looking deep in your dazed and teared up eyes.

'Please,' you begged, hands grabbing and tugging at his shirt, 'please, don't stop, I'm so fucking close.'

'Shh now, you know what needs to be done to pretty little brats like you?' he asked as he traced your lips with his thumb, smiling, 'they need to be fucked so good to the point they can't think for themselves anymore, because that's all they really need, right? That's all you really need, isn't it?' he brushed his lips against yours, slowly thrusting into you, 'being fucked back into place, being reminded that you can't always get what you want when you want it. Being reminded that nothing and no one is perfect,' he stopped as he was deep inside you, and whispered, 'nothing is perfect, princess… Except for this house you'll be buying today.'

And with those words he left you on the edge again, as he pulled out and adjusted his clothing once more. You were already too dumbed down, you could only agree with him while he helped you up from the bed. He pulled your skirt down over your bare ass and then led you down the stairs again. He walked you down carefully, as you wobbled on your high heels, but he was nonetheless impressed that you still hadn't taken those off.

'You didn't lie when you said you could do a lot in those heels, huh?' Sihtric said with a sly smile.

'You'd be surprised,' you giggled, feeling a little lightheaded.

You followed him through the massive house as he took you into the backyard, informing you the yard had a dining area and lounge area. And he pulled you with him to the lounge space, which was next to the large pool.

'Is that big enough for you?' Sihtric asked as he sat down on one of the comfortable chairs, 'the pool I mean, not my cock,' he smirked.

'Yes,' you almost whispered as you looked around, barely grasping the size of it, 'it's… it's good.'

Sihtric hummed in approval, and when you turned around to face him, he had already taken off his sweatpants and boxers again. AndtThis time he stripped himself entirely, taking off his shirt too, which left you speechless as you took in the sight of his godly shaped body in the hot sun.

'God,' you gasped, 'you… you're so fucking hot.' 

Sihtric smiled satisfied at that confession, returning the compliment even. But you didn't have much time to gape at him, because he took your hand and pulled you towards him, turning you around to face the pool again.

'Now,' he said and lowered you down on his cock again as he sat back in the chair, 'I need you to take it all in,' he groaned and slowly began to fuck up into you, his hands holding your legs up by the back of your knees, 'and by the time I'm finally done with you, I'll want an answer.'

You moaned when he picked up his pace, your head falling back on his broad shoulder while his hot and ragged breaths warmed your neck with each grunt and moan he let out. Sihtric would've loved to keep this going for hours, but he knew he was running out of time and had to return to the office soon. So he didn't go slow on you anymore, like he had done in the bedroom. Instead he fucked you hard and deep again, like in the kitchen, and he didn't stop until he felt you tighten around his cock as you released, and he spilled his seed deep inside you as you both moaned heavily. 

And luckily for you, the property consisted of so many acres that no neighbour nearby could possibly hear what happened that afternoon, next to the pool.

'So,' Sihtric said as he handed you a glass of water, then sat down next to you on the lounge set and threw some papers on the table, 'have you made up your mind?'

'I have,' you smiled at him, your hair just as messy and wild as his.

'I need to hear it,' he smirked and pushed the paperwork your way.

'The place is perfect,' you said, 'but you already knew that. So, yes, I'm buying.'

'Good,' he smiled and clicked his pen before handing it to you, 'then please sign here on the dotted line.'

You signed and sealed the deal with a rather heated kiss, after which Sihtric handed you the keys to the property right away, before he said he had to run because he was late for meeting his colleagues in the office for their weekly debrief. You watched him speed off in his fancy car, and only when you walked back inside your brand new house did you see how recklessly the realtor had been with your expensive purse, as you found it shoved away under some ugly looking table.

'Fucking savage,' you muttered, but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips while you still felt him inside you, long after you had finished.

'There's no way,' Finan said with a scoff.

The Irishman and Uhtred stared with disbelief at the signed paperwork Sihtric had thrown on the table.

'Told you I'd sell her a house,' Sihtric flashed a cocky grin, 'and I did.'

'But how?' Uhtred asked.

'Sometimes you just have to go the extra mile,' Sihtric shrugged.

'I don't know what you did,' Finan chuckled, 'but congratulations.'

'I don't care what he did,' Uhtred said, 'at least we never have to see her again.'

'Well,' Sihtric laughed at that, 'I wouldn't be so sure about that.'

'What?' Finan asked, 'why?'

'I think I'll be hearing from her again soon,' was all Sihtric said, leaving the men to guess what exactly had happened that afternoon.

But Sihtric was right. Because you called the number that was included in his emails that same evening, and Sihtric was more than happy to meet you outside of business hours from that day on, now that he knew how to handle you and actually had grown fond of you. The same way you weren't able to get him out of your mind anymore either, nor out of your new home after a few weeks.

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Me randomly going in tumblr for shits and gighles and realizig the queen has uploadef a new fic like WHAT.

Its the return of the brat tamer, banter tension sligjtly hate railing king enemies to lovers and as always it ATE AND LEFT NO CRUMBS.

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An Hour of Spice

note: this fic was brought to life after joking around with @neonhairspray, I truly appreciate you more than you know, girl. I actually almost deleted this fic last weekend (my insecure days are back, wohoo) as I wasn't sure if this was any decent, since I tried a bit of a new way to write smut for this one, but here it is and I hope it's enjoyable.

warnings: 18+, smut with a side of plot.

pairing: modern!Sihtric x fem!reader with a bit of x modern!Sigtryggr (no use of Y/N)

summary: You got to be at a recording of your favourite spicy podcast.

word count: 5,7k

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'As always, my beautiful listeners and viewers,' Sigtryggr breathed in the microphone, his voice low and calm, barely above a whisper, 'we thank you deeply from the bottom of our hearts for having joined us for yet another episode of An Hour of Spice.'

'We wish you a pleasant evening,' Sihtric added, his voice equally as warm and tender as his co-host's, 'and we hope you'll cum again with us next weekend when we talk more about everything sexual, sensual and pleasurable,' he chuckled softly and winked to the camera, knowing he had just made thousands of viewers squirm in their seats all over the world, as per usual. 

He'd never tire of using that line to end their podcast, and Sigtryggr never stopped him either as he knew the listeners and viewers loved hearing those words before each episode ended. 

An Hour of Spice with Sihtric & Sigtryggr was a successful podcast in which the two men discussed all things erotic. Each episode they'd talk about steamy stories that listeners had sent in and discuss the latest spicy book and movie releases. But there was also more than enough time to discuss their own sexual adventures and fantasies, and it was also a safe place for listeners to ask questions live on air and seek advice when needed. The men touched upon all topics without shying away from anything, breaking taboos by explaining kinks and fetishes in a respectful manner to inform those who simply were curious, as well as discussing ways of how to perform various sexual acts in safe ways.

They had started the podcast years ago, after becoming aware of an alarmingly fast growing rate of false information about kinks and safe sex, that was being spread by inexperienced individuals online. Many erotic books and movies praised by influencers on social media explored dark fantasies in problematic ways. And both men felt the need to spread the word about how to safely go about exploring some of those fantasies with the correct knowledge and expectations beforehand, thus teaching people about the reality of intimacy and specific sexual desires that were not usually discussed openly.

Their goal back then was to inform at least one person, and never did they think the podcast would quickly gain popularity and become a weekly thing with millions of listeners globally. The first few months they recorded at Sihtric's home, and Sigtryggr was the one to edit the episodes and release it on streaming platforms. They quickly earned a few dozen faithful listeners who would eagerly await a new episode, and the men soon started to stream their episodes live upon listener's requests. 

Sihtric and Sigtryggr had captured listeners with their seductive voices and honesty, as well as with their charm that radiated through the speakers and headphones of those who would tune in. Their sense of humor and encouragement to openly talk about erotica and its many forms was another way for the listeners to become smitten by them, and that was also why about a year after their first episode the podcast just exploded when famous erotic novel writers began to promote and praise them on their socials.

Up until that moment no one exactly knew the faces behind the voices that plenty of people had fallen in love with already. When their success didn't seem to be short-lived, they decided to build a studio with the money they had earned, to give their audience the best quality possible, and that also gave them the opportunity to add a video stream to their live recordings. And by revealing their faces they gained even more loyal fans, as it turned out that both men were just as breathtaking as their voices were, and they had stolen uncountable hearts across the world of those who just couldn't get enough of them.

Their studio set up was romantic and cosy, a delight to watch as a viewer at home, as the lights were always dimmed with several candles lit all around the room. It was hard to not swoon over the stunning men with their rugged looks as the flickering flames casted a warm and alluring glow across their handsome and scarred faces.

And you? Oh, you had been a faithful listener since day one, after having stumbled upon the podcast while searching for a decent spicy audio audiobook. You loved the fact that their podcast had gotten worldwide success and you had seen it all happen over time. You enjoyed every episode and always wanted to call in to the studio, but you just didn't have anything interesting to tell or ask them, you thought. So instead of participating in an episode, other than leaving an occasional comment in the live chat, you mainly just watched and listened.

Your favourite part of each episode was when the men would recite a page from an erotic novel. It would always just be a random passage they'd surprise you with, and it always got you in a mood. You were head over heels in love with both of them, if you were honest. You simply dreamed of meeting them one day, and you often fantasised about them at night…

Another Friday evening arrived and, after a long day at work, you finally sat back in your lounge chair with a hot beverage and waited for the day's podcast episode to start. You always watched the podcast on your TV, so you could use your phone to keep up with the live chat. The chat was always filled with messages about how good the guys looked and every week you'd see multiple marriage proposals, to which you could only chuckle. You understood the other listeners, you too wouldn't mind spending a lifetime with either of them, or both, but you were not going to put that out there for them to see. However, that one time you did leave a half flirty comment, when Sihtric got a new haircut last year that had shocked many people at first, you complimented him on his bold look and that had earned you a live response from the man in question.

you commented: I love the hair, Sihtric! The half shaved look suits you x

'See!' Sihtric had chuckled after reading your comment and username out loud, 'thank you, darling, I appreciate it a lot,' he had said and blew you a kiss.

It had rocked your world, and whenever you had a bad day you would always go and rewatch that episode to feel good again. But that had been a while ago, Sihtric's hair had grown out again and it was now touching his shoulders, as it was loose in the back and braided on top and on the sides. He looked stunning, but so did Sigtryggr, with his sides clean shaved and the top braided as well. And that's how both men looked when they appeared on your TV as the new episode began. Your heart fluttered at the sight of them, it was almost embarrassing how you blushed when you saw them and how you needed a moment to compose yourself again. You had no idea what made you so nervous, perhaps it was just their charming and mischievous energy on screen. But whatever it was, both men had you in a chokehold, and you loved it.

'Good evening,' Sigtryggr half whispered as the episode started.

'Or good morning,' Sihtric added with a grin, 'or perhaps… good afternoon, depending where in the world you are listening or watching from right now.'

'Regardless,' Sigtryggr continued, 'we hope you are feeling good today. And if not…'

'Then allow us to help you feel good,' Sihtric husked, 'because you know…'

'We like to please,' Sigtryggr smiled.

'So just sit back,' Sihtric half murmured, 'and close your eyes as we take care of you.'

'Unless you like to watch,' Sigtryggr suggested with a cheeky smile as he faced the camera, 'then make sure to keep your eyes on us.'

'However you like it,' Sihtric breathed, 'we'll do it for you. Now, let me start today's episode by reading a short passage of another book we can highly recommend.'

You took a deep breath and watched with flushed cheeks as Sihtric opened a book and began to read a page.

'She felt his warm and gentle fingers slowly caress up her bare legs,' Sihtric read out loud with an alluring voice, 'up all the way to her thighs, so painstakingly slow that it was an unbearable ache. For how she longed to feel his hands grab her and tease her, to feel his fingers slide inside her delicate spot and please her endlessly. To feel his fingers curl inside her as he massaged her pearl with his thumb,' Sihtric paused and exhaled slowly, 'it was a sin to lust after a man like she did...'

You had completely melted away in your chair and gained a heartbeat down your own delicate spot, while you had completely lost focus on the screen and were just staring at a blurred image of your favourite two guys. You knew you weren't the only one who was in another world right now, and you were only brought back to reality when Sihtric closed the book and cleared his throat.

'Now that we got past that part, we have some news to share. As Yule is approaching,' Sihtric smiled and leaned in a little closer to the microphone, then lowered his voice again, 'that's right people, our long time listeners already know this, but me and Sig here are heathens,' he chuckled, 'we don't celebrate Christmas but we have our own ways to be festive. And therefore we are going to give one listener a once in a lifetime opportunity. One lucky person will be invited here, to the studio, to co-host next week's episode with me.'

'Which is because, unfortunately,' Sigtryggr added, 'I have a brother to visit next weekend, so I can't be present.'

'You didn't have to ruin the moment,' Sihtric joked, 'now our supporters won't feel special anymore.'

'You know I would never lie to our faithful crowd,' Sigtryggr laughed softly.

'Yeah, but… now it just seems we are giving someone the chance to be here just because I need a co-host,' Sihtric shrugged lightheartedly and with his adorable smile.

'You don't need a co-host, you are perfectly capable of entertaining all by yourself, handsome,' Sigtryggr taunted.

'Thank you, gorgeous,' Sihtric jested back, 'however,' he said, focusing again on the topic, 'we are not just giving one of you this chance because I like to have a co-host. No, we had this planned already before my beautiful Siggy here got the news that he had to return home for a few days, and so leaving me all… alone… during the holidays.'

You reached for your aching chest and melted in your chair again upon watching Sihtric pout, as if he was being abandoned for life by his best friend. You loved how dramatic Sihtric could be, which was always done in good fun, while Sigtryggr was the calm and collected one of the duo. It was sad to hear this would be the first time since the podcast started that one of the hosts wouldn't be presenting, but the opportunity to be there was something that definitely sparked your interest.

'And because,' Sihtric continued and sighed deeply, 'I will be a very… very lonely boy this holiday, the lucky winner will not only be joining me for the episode, but you will also win a one night stay in a luxurious hotel downtown, so we can maybe grab a drink after recording.'

'All expenses are on us,' Sigtryggr added, 'because you know we like to spoil you,' he smiled sweetly as he looked into the camera.

'Your travel and stay will indeed be taken care of,' Sihtric nodded, 'and all you have to do to win is leave us a comment on the instagram post that Sig will be sharing after the episode, and tell us why you think you would be the most perfect co-host to record with me.'

You couldn't believe the opportunity and wouldn't let it go to waste, already knowing what you would write to enter the competition. But before that, you enjoyed the podcast as it continued when both men got into a deep conversation about using Christmas lights as bondage material, after someone had brought it up in the chat.

'I've done that,' Sihtric laughed, 'and I wouldn't recommend it.'

'Really?' Sigtryggr snorted and shook his head, 'did you tie someone up?'

'No,' Sihtric laughed even harder, 'I was the one tied up. Look, the idea is fun and I was game, you know I'm game for a lot of things, but it's just not that safe and it's rather uncomfortable. I'd advise against using it for bondage, it looks fun but the reality is that you are playing with electricity. Also the lights can cause burns on your skin as some get really warm after a while.'

You got lost in their gentle banter and serious words of advice for the rest of the episode, and once the stream had ended you went to instagram to enter the competition. Because as a loyal listener since day one, you knew you'd be the perfect co-host… if you could contain your nerves at least.

When you woke up to a private message by none other than the official podcast instagram page of An Hour of Spice a few days after the latest episode, you needed a moment to gather your thoughts. Your passionate comment had caught the attention of Sihtric and Sigtryggr, and you were the lucky winner who got invited to host an episode and to spend a night in a fancy hotel on the other side of the country. You accepted and claimed your win before your nerves could change your mind, and within a day you received the studio address, a plane ticket and the confirmation for your stay at the hotel.

Your travels were smooth and you were delighted to check into the fanciest hotel you'd ever been in, being booked into a 4 star hotel's penthouse that overlooked all of London. The podcast recording was only hours away when you received another message from their instagram page, and it came from Sihtric, who asked if you were down to come to the studio already to meet and to discuss the episode. You anxiously dressed up in your nicest outfit, a dark but festive cocktail dress with high heels underneath and faux fur coat on top, and you waited for the cab to arrive that had been ordered by Sihtric.

You arrived at the studio and already spotted Sihtric right outside as he scrolled on his phone, clearly waiting for you, and your heart skipped numerous beats. You had seen him on your TV and heard his voice through your headphones for years, but none of that could've prepared you for how utterly stunning and mesmerising he was in real life. Sihtric greeted you with a pleased look in his eyes and a big smile, giving you a firm hug after introducing himself and congratulating you.

'You're a lifesaver, darling,' Sihtric chuckled as he held the studio door open for you, 'I've never presented the podcast on my own, and I was terrified whoever won the competition just wouldn't show up.'

'What kind of a fool would not show up?' you laughed as you admired the studio once you were in it.

It was a surreal feeling to stand in the room that had graced your TV for so long, it felt almost natural and if you were at home.

'Well, I'm still very grateful you will be helping me out today,' Sihtric smiled sweetly, 'let me take your coat, darling,' he insisted, 'you look absolutely gorgeous, by the way. I'm sure Sigtryggr will be very disappointed he's not here.'

'Oh, thank you,' you tried to hide the blush on your face.

Sihtric offered you the seat in which his co-host usually sits, and it felt as if you were dreaming when you got to fully take in the moment. Sihtric looked ravishing, with his half braided hair and those curls, he was dressed in black jeans and a dark grey sweater that hugged his torso perfectly. He was even sexier in real life, seeing his tattoos and that hint of eyeliner up close stirred something in you that could not be stopped. Every time you looked at him or heard his voice you had to discreetly squeeze your thighs together under the table, and stop yourself from seductively biting down on your lower lip in a flirty manner when you felt his eyes on you.

It didn't help that Sihtric smiled slyly at you occasionally when you spoke to him, and the way his eyes often trailed down to your lipstick painted lips made it nearly impossible to think straight, as all you could do was undress him with your eyes. And by the look in Sihtric's mismatched eyes, you could tell he was doing exactly the same to you.

You enjoyed each other's company over a drink in the studio as Sihtric gave you time to adjust to the possibly overwhelming situation. It was also a moment to get to know each other a little more and to get comfortable discussing rather private topics. Sihtric wanted to know what you were comfortable talking about and what not, and when everything was clear for the both of you he showed you the episode's program. There were a few things you had already expected to be in the episode, such as him reading a passage from a book, but other than that you noticed there was not much of a script going on.

'This is not a regular episode,' Sihtric explained, 'so the plan is to let our listeners ask us questions in the chat and we can go from there. We have an hour to fill, but I'm sure that won't be a problem as there's always enough to discuss.'

You liked the idea and agreed to it, to which Sihtric took your hand and reassured you that you'll be doing great. And then, after one more quick check in the mirror, you watched Sihtric press the On Air sign and the live recording started. He had a way of making you feel at ease and as if you were the only person listening to him. Never did you feel any pressure from the millions of other people who had tuned in, it truly felt as if it was just Sihtric and you, and you loved every second of it. You watched him attentively when he answered some questions seriously, your eyes being stuck on either his lips, his hands or on his eyes that looked at you with such lust and mischief whenever he caught you gazing. You had chemistry, and it showed. Tons of fans commented how they loved you as a replacement for Sigtryggr, as it gave them a chance to see Sihtric's true flirty side for once too.

Sihtric had a way of lightly touching your arm with his fingers when he got excited about a question or whenever you made him laugh, and he didn't even try to tear his eyes away from you whenever you answered a question or spoke about your own experiences. He'd hum in response, a sound that made you aroused beyond words, and you had to restrain yourself from moaning into the microphone whenever he did that. He was aware of the effect he had on you, and since he was very pleased with your appearance too, he figured why not see how far he could take it.

He subtly pried into your sexual life, asking about experiences, limits and fantasies, all within the podcast's boundaries and never making you feel shy or exposed or uncomfortable.

'What's the one thing you wish to experience?' Sihtric asked, reading a fan's comment out loud to you.

'Receiving some good head,' you laughed, then went on to explain how your former bed partners had either not been good at it or had just refused to do it.

'That's not a way to treat a lady,' Sihtric chuckled and shook his head, 'listen,' he said and leaned in to the microphone again, then locked eyes with you, 'I'm single, as you all know by now, but I can promise you one thing… my woman would never have to worry about me not wanting to go down on her. I mean, it's the best thing in the world, no?'

Apparently the live chat exploded with desperate pleas to be his girlfriend, but you weren't aware of anything at all anymore. Your mouth went dry while all you could do was stare back into Sihtric's eyes, feeling his hand lightly rest on your knee under the table while he smiled rather seductively at you.

'I would,' Sihtric paused and bit down on his lip as he softly chuckled again, knowing he had everyone in his pocket right now while he kept his eyes on you, 'I would lay you down on a bed, or on a table or on the floor, it doesn't matter,' he continued with his silky sensual voice, 'and I'd strip you off whatever you're wearing right now, slowly though, because this is an act that shouldn't be rushed. And then I'd slowly run my hands up your bare legs, to your thighs, and I'd pull down your panties and kiss your legs as I'm doing so.'

Sihtric paused again, his eyes still locked with yours and he slowly wetted his lips with the tip of his tongue. You were holding your breath, and you knew that every other listener was doing the same thing.

'I'd kiss up to your thighs, and I like to mark what's mine,' Sihtric breathed, 'so I'd mark you all… up… with love bites, covering your inner thighs and even your hips with the sweetest bruises. And then,' he suddenly hummed, punching the air out of every listener's lungs, 'then I'd throw your legs over my shoulders and lock you in my arms, so you won't be able to move, because trust me you will be trying to get away,' he smiled, not once looking away from you, 'but you won't be getting away until I've had enough. And I will kiss your sweet spot, darling,' he hummed again, 'I will. I will kiss you and lick you and I'll fucking tease you until you can't take it anymore. But I wouldn't stop there, no,' Sihtric shook his head lightly, 'I won't stop until you've given me every single drop of that sweet release of yours, and I won't stop until you beg and cry because of how sensitive you are. And I promise you, love, when I'm finally done… you'll be begging me to treat you good like that again and again.'

You were completely numbed and hypnotised by his words, your hands were somewhat sweaty. You swallowed hard while you still felt his hand on your knee, which he teasingly squeezed before he suddenly winked at you with a grin, and he then sat back in his chair. You silently gasped for air, your head spinning while you tried to get back to earth again.

'And with that, my dear listeners,' Sihtric said, his voice back to normal again, 'we'll have to end today's episode. As always, thank you for listening to this special edition, and I want to thank my beautiful co-host for keeping me company today too. I hope you all enjoyed it. We wish you a pleasant evening, and we hope you'll cum again with us next weekend when we talk more about everything sexual, sensual and pleasurable.'

You somehow managed to discuss the episode afterwards for a moment with Sihtric, while he saved the recording and then unplugged all the equipment. 

But not many words were wasted before you found yourself lying back on the studio table, with Sihtric's head between your thighs, pleasing you by doing all those things he said he would. And after that you invited him over to your hotel, to return him a pleasurable favour he would long remember, before you had to catch your flight back home the next day.

Sihtric had reluctantly left the hotel bed the morning of your departure. He had taken a true liking to you and therefore decided to stay in contact after the episode, much to your delight, and the kind text messages quickly turned flirty and more than risky. Sihtric often called you his woman, a title you proudly accepted, and a few weeks after your first time meeting he wanted to meet you again in person.

He offered to pay for your travel and accommodation again and, like last time, you were invited to the studio for another podcast recording. This time you wouldn't actively participate in the episode though, but you would be present in the studio off screen. And naturally you weren't going to refuse that offer, nor the chance to meet the other man of your dreams; Sigtryggr.

You and Sihtric didn't label your relationship yet, but you did agree to be exclusive upon meeting the second time, when he picked you up from the airport and welcomed you with a firm kiss and a strong hug.

'I missed you,' he said as he drove you to the studio, 'did you miss me?'

'Of course I missed you,' you smiled, 'but are you sure Sigtryggr is okay with having me around in the studio?'

'Yeah, ofcourse,' Sihtric reassured you, 'of course. I wouldn't invite you if he wasn't. He saw the episode we did and he loved it. He actually even suggested having you on air too today, but since we got quite a topic to discuss this time I said maybe it's better not to.'

'Oh?' you frowned, 'what's today's topic?'

'Well,' your somewhat boyfriend cleared his throat, 'we didn't really decide to make it a whole topic, but we know there's not stopping that chat after that passage reading we always do. A listener suggested a recently released novel and we agreed to read from it, but it's a rather spicy threesome moment. So, you know,' he chuckled, 'that will set the chat off and we just know we'll have to brace ourselves for the questions and suggestions following that moment.'

'Oh,' you giggled, 'yeah, okay, I understand.'

'You ever had a threesome?' Sihtric suddenly asked after a moment of silence.

'What? Oh, I-,' you stammered, rather flustered, 'eh, no. You?' you asked, and then laughed, 'sorry, you don't need to answer that. I already know you did, you said that once in an episode.'

'I did,' Sihtric chuckled, 'only once though.'

'Would you do it again?'

'Well, that depends,' Sihtric became serious, 'I mean… I'm kind of with you now, no? I'm not against it, but I'd only be okay with it if you would be. I'm completely fine never having a threesome again.'

'I never had one,' you said almost shyly, 'but I'm not against it either, I guess, if there would be a good third person of course.'

'Who would you consider a good third person?'

'Oh, I don't know…'

'Sig?' Sihtric suddenly asked with a grin, 'would Sigtryggr be a good option?'

'Oh, well,' you blushed, 'I guess I wouldn't say no to that.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled as he pulled up to the studio, 'that's good to know.'

'Would you?'

'What?'

'With Sigtryggr?'

'Of course,' Sihtric laughed, 'who did you think my other threesome was with?'

Sihtric was quick to get out of his car, leaving you stunned as he sprinted over to your side to open the door for you. He took your hand and pulled you closer, only to cup your cheek as he leaned in and he then trapped you lovingly between his body and his car while he kissed you with such lust and passion it made your head spin.

But it was a pleasant kind of dizziness, so you gladly kissed him back and ended up making out on the hood of his car. You were only interrupted when another car pulled up to the private parking space, and the kiss was broken when the driver suddenly honked. Only then you saw it was Sigtryggr and your heart skipped a few beats, just like that first time when you met Sihtric.

'My lady,' Sihtric smiled at you as he walked you over to his co-host, 'this is Sig.'

You almost shyly introduced yourself to Sigtryggr while Sihtric kept his arm around your waist. You were somewhat intimidated by both men all of the sudden, their charm and dashing looks were almost overwhelming to take in. You felt relieved to find out that Sigtryggr was just as kind and warmhearted as Sihtric was, and you also couldn't help notice how both men kept eyeing you up as they discussed the podcast's program once you were in the studio.

You enjoyed the attention of both men, but kept your eyes mainly on Sihtric as you sat back to witness the live recording of your favourite podcast. You felt a blush creep up on your cheeks when both men began to read from the passage they had picked for the episode, and you knew their listeners around the world were loving it as much as you were.

'How would we go about a threesome?' Sihtric chuckled as he read the live chat's question out loud, 'you want to take this one away, Sig?'

'Sure,' Sigtryggr laughed, then leaned in and lowered his voice, 'well… first we'd make sure that you are all comfortable and relaxed with us, right, Siht?'

'That's right,' Sihtric spoke calmly with his warm voice, 'we'll ease you into us, don't you worry, and we'll treat you right for as long as you can handle us.'

Your breath hitched in your throat when Sihtric suddenly looked at you, and he smiled sweetly but with that familiar hint of mischief again.

'Exactly,' Sigtryggr agreed, then also gazed at you as he continued, 'we'd make sure you're all comfy on, let's say… a bed, yes,' he chuckled softly, 'we'll take this to the bed, sweetheart. First we'll have to undress you, which we'd do nice and slow, there's no rushing things because we'll have all night.'

'And then,' Sihtric added, his eyes locked with yours, 'I'd pin you down on the bed, gently of course, and I'd roam my hands all over your body while I'd kiss your neck. And then I'd pull you up to me as I sit back, and I'd kiss your lips so featherly light it wouldn't satisfy your hunger. You know,' he licked his lips, 'just to tease you, darling.'

'And while you're getting all needy for us, sugar,' Sigtryggr took over, earning eye contact with you, 'I'd sneak behind you, running my hands up your back and helping you out of your shirt. And then I'd kiss your neck too while Sihtric is still planting his lips on the other side of your neck.'

'And then I'd let you take off my shirt,' Sihtric murmured, 'and I'd move my hand up into your hair, so I can guide your lips as you kiss my body. And Sig?' he chuckled, 'he likes to watch while we'd make out.'

'The messier, the better,' Sigtryggr hummed in agreement.

And, as they continued their story, they described that while you'd be making out with Sihtric, Sigtryggr would undress himself and eventually grab Sihtric's hair, pulling him away from you to steal him for a steamy kiss of his own. Sihtric would grab your hands and make you cup his arousal, grinding against the palm of your hands while he'd kiss the other man before he'd go back to kissing you again, but kissing you firm this time and not teasingly anymore like before. 

Sigtryggr would grab your hips from behind and pull your buttocks against his groin, slowly grinding up against you while you'd grab onto Sihtric's broad shoulders. And Sihtric would grab your waist, pushing his body against yours and trapping you between both their muscular torsos, kissing you deeply while Sigtryggr marked your neck with his lips and teeth. You'd feel their warm hands all over your body, and Sihtric would unbutton your jeans and pick you up in his arms so he could throw you back on the bed, after which he'd pull off your jeans. And before you could blink, Sigtryggr would've taken off your panties already. They'd both pull you up to the side of the bed, where Sihtric would kneel down for you on the floor so he could please you, like the way he had done that first time you met, and you'd gladly please Sigtryggr in the meantime with your mouth as he towered over you until you both came. And you wouldn't leave Sihtric unpleased, never, so while Sigtryggr recovered he'd watch you suck off your boyfriend painstakingly slowly, so his climax would be even more intense than your own had been when he had his head between your thighs moments earlier.

But both men also knew what you'd enjoy, and they wouldn't hesitate to get into a steamy make out session with some heavy touching just for your viewing pleasure. And only when you'd become desperately needy for them they'd include you, both kissing and marking your body in their own ways. And while you'd be making out with Sihtric again, his hair dishevelled and his warm body glistening with sweat, Sigtryggr would tease and somewhat prepare you with his fingers, sliding deeply in and out of you in a gentle and pleasing manner, causing you to moan into Sihtric's mouth with every ragged breath you'd take.

And only then, when you'd be entirely relaxed, both men would take you in your own desired way and please you until the sheets would be soaked and the bed half broken.

'And with that, my dear listeners,' Sigtryggr said calmly, snapping you out of that fantasy both men had just created, 'we've reached the climax of yet another episode.'

'We hope it pleased you the same way it pleased us,' Sihtric smiled, 'now, we wish you a pleasant evening, and we hope you'll cum again with us next weekend when we talk more about everything sexual, sensual and pleasurable.'

And then, after the "on air" sign went off and Sihtric and Sigtryggr had unplugged their equipment, you knew that it was only a matter of time before that fantasy would become a reality…

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Hot in The City

note: if there are any mistakes left, excuse me for that! Thank you to @sihtricsafin for cheering me on with this one, and a thank you to @neonhairspray and @foxyanon for unintentionally inspiring certain moments, you know exactly what you did.

warnings: 18+. fluff, smut.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x fem!reader

summary: Your trip to Valencia came with a sudden romance.

word count: 4,5k

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You woke up with your body still aching pleasantly from the night before. Spending a night in your hotel room with a stunning man you had only met the day before wasn't something you had expected to happen during your two week stay in Spain. But it had happened somehow, and you were greeted with the sight of the man's beautiful face as he was still asleep next to you the morning after. His previously braided hair was loose and messy, and neither of you had bothered to put some clothes back on after having experienced multiple orgasms before you had both fallen asleep in each other's embrace.

The name that belonged to the man who had pleased you for hours on end was Sihtric. A name you couldn't possibly forget as you had moaned it multiple times the night before.

You quietly giggled and blushed when you remembered the previous night. The pretty man with his slightly scarred face was undoubtedly the most passionate lover you'd ever been with, but he was also a light sleeper.

'What's so funny?' Sihtric suddenly murmured with sleepy eyes and a satisfied half smile on his face.

'Nothing,' you chuckled and turned to face him, 'surprised you're still here is all.'

Sihtric looked at you with one eye open and his other closed, then laughed softly.

'Well,' he said and cleared his throat, 'if you want me to leave…'

'I never said that,' you argued with a smile.

'Thought so,' Sihtric hummed and pulled your naked body against his under the thin sheets, 'and why would I possibly want to leave you?' he asked and planted his lips onto yours before you could even respond.

2 Days earlier.

A girls trip to Spain was exactly what you needed. You and three of your best friends hopped on a plane last-minute after booking separate rooms in a modest hotel near the beach in Valencia. The weather was perfect when you arrived, and you all wasted no time in grabbing some dinner and going out to party. You were all single and, to be honest, not even looking for a man. You were all just looking for a good time. 

The night started calm with a few drinks at a couple of different bars, but as the night progressed the bars and clubs became more crowded and the alcohol went down even easier. For your friends at least. You were always a little wary when it came to getting drunk, especially being in a foreign country, so you kept your cool and ordered a couple glasses of water throughout the night while your friends were clearly as drunk as could be. But you didn't mind, because you still had the most fun you have had in ages. None of you could deny that the attention from several Spanish men was flattering, but no one seemed to excite you enough to get carried away, so you only accepted the drinks they bought for you and then avoided them for the rest of the evening.

That was until you locked eyes with a terribly handsome guy across the bar from you. He was tall and muscular, dressed in black cargo jeans and a white loose fitted shirt. He had a tattoo on his neck and wore a Mjölnir pendant, and his dark tied back hair matched his well kept facial hair. He didn't seem Spanish, but he was absolutely stunning and you couldn't keep your eyes off him the whole time you waited for the bartender to take your order. And it seemed that the handsome man felt the same, as his eyes were completely locked on you while he fidgeted with the rings he wore around his tattooed fingers. He flashed you a sly smile before the bartender blocked your view, handing you your drink, and when the bartender stepped away you sighed sadly as the handsome man had seemingly disappeared.

'Just my luck,' you muttered and grabbed your drink.

You turned to head back to your friends, who needed some air and sat at a table on the terrace where you could all enjoy the warm summer night, when suddenly the handsome stranger appeared in front of you as you made your way through the crowd. He greeted you with his warm voice and introduced himself as Sihtric, and after finding out your name he asked if he could buy you your next drink.

'Sure,' you said with a flirty grin and shrugged lightly.

'Are you alone?' Sihtric then asked.

You told him your friends were outside and you invited him to join you, which he gladly did, since his friends were drunk and he had no idea where exactly they were, which had landed him alone at the bar before he spotted you.

'Lucky me,' you said and gave him a flirty wink.

'And me,' Sihtric said and bit down on his lower lip as he took your hand, 'you lead the way, beautiful.'

You blushed heavily as you held his big and warm hand, leading him further through the crowded bar and onto the terrace. You stopped before you reached your friends as you saw the girls had gotten the company of a group of men, and you suddenly heard Sihtric laugh behind you.

'I found my friends,' he said and looked at the same table your friends were at.

'Looks like your friends joined my friends,' you laughed, 'what are the odds?'

You joined the party with your catch of the night and enjoyed some banter and small talk. You learned the guys were all from England too and you got along well, but soon you and Sihtric drifted off in your own bubble after he had taken a seat and pulled you in his lap.

'So you're only here for a few weeks I gather?'

'Yes,' you answered, 'two weeks before we head home again. What about you guys?'

'Believe it or not,' Sihtric chuckled and looked at his drunk friends, 'we're part of the national rugby team. We're in town for a championship that starts in a few days. So we are here for as long as we manage to stay in the competition.'

You looked at Sihtric and then at his friends, who couldn't possibly stand on their feet anymore, and you laughed.

'Rugby? Really?'

'Absolutely,' Sihtric smiled, 'we have training early in the morning, so I'm not sure why they thought it was a good idea to get drunk, but that's not my problem. I'm still sober enough to wake up without a headache,' he said and winked.

You laughed and shrugged the whole rugby thing off, but you were more than happy to be in the company of the handsome rugby player while his friends entertained your friends, and you got to know more about Sihtric as the night went on. 

But sadly enough, shortly after midnight, Sihtric told you he really had to head back to his hotel to get some sleep for tomorrow's day of hard work again. You were visibly saddened that he had to leave, so he suggested walking you to your hotel after he had convinced his friends to get some rest too. And so you all strolled over the busy boulevard, further into town, until your ways parted halfway in the city. Sihtric's friends said goodbye to your friends and went to their hotel, while Sihtric kept his promise and walked you, and your friends, to your hotel. And once your friends had stumbled into the hotel and you had some time alone with Sihtric, you could finally wish each other a proper good night.

'Will I see you again?' you asked as you playfully poked his shoulder.

'I sure hope so,' Sihtric smiled and took both your hands, swaying them lightly, 'I can come and see you tomorrow after my training.'

'I'd like that,' you smiled shyly.

'Me too,' he chuckled, 'I can text you when I'm done?'

'Such a smooth way to ask for my number,' you laughed and gave him your phone, and you texted him immediately so he could save your number too, 'I'll see you tomorrow then.'

'Tomorrow,' Sihtric smiled as he towered over you, and he gave you a long and firm hug before he kissed your cheek and took a step back, 'good night, beautiful,' he almost whispered.

'Good night, pretty boy,' you smiled and turned on your heels, after reluctantly letting go of his hands.

You dragged your feet up the stairs to the entrance, purposely slowly, being aware that Sihtric was still watching you while he slowly backed away too. He kicked at nothing in particular as he stopped walking and kept his eyes on you, fighting a smile and the urge to call you back over to him. But he didn't want to smother you on the first night, so he kept his distance and decided to not try his chances. But you were disappointed and a little surprised that he didn't try to spend a few more seconds with you, so you stopped walking before you reached the hotel doors and turned around. You sighed and rolled your eyes, then looked at Sihtric as he stood at the bottom of the beige stairs, looking up at you.

'You're not even going to try and kiss me?' you scoffed with a smile.

'Well, I mean…,' Sihtric cleared his throat as he hesitated, but he then quickly jogged up the stairs.

He circled one arm around your waist to pull you in as he cupped your cheek with his free hand, and he planted his lips firmly onto yours, capturing you in what had to be the best first kiss you had ever received. Sihtric gently caressed your cheek as he nuzzled your nose slowly, then smiled against your lips before he kissed you several times more. His facial hair felt surprisingly soft against your skin, and you couldn't help but let your hands roam his muscular chest while you leaned into him, savouring the feeling and taste of his lips as he kissed you firmly once more. You felt his rapid heartbeat through his shirt, his pace matching your own. And yours skipped a beat when Sihtric kissed your temple before he took a step back, telling you he really had to leave now.

'Text me?'

'I promise,' Sihtric said softly and brought your hands up to his face, pressing a soft kiss to both your hands and then finally letting go of you, 'sweet dreams, darling.'

'Sweet dreams,' you barely whispered, your breath still stolen by the man you had only met several hours ago.

You never really expected Sihtric to text you. So when he suddenly sent you a voice memo only a few hours after you had kissed each other good night, you were surprised and almost shocked to say the least. Surprised that he texted you at three in the morning, and rather shocked at the message you heard once you clicked play.

'So,' Sihtric's voice sounded calm but with a hint of amusement, 'my friends just got arrested for being drunk in public. They got back to the hotel before I did, then decided to go for one more drink just as I came back. We met outside and I tried to talk them out of it, but they wouldn't hear it. So, they went out and apparently got into a brawl that got out of hand and, well,' he laughed, 'they will have to sober up before they will be released.'

You instantly melted into a puddle by hearing Sihtric's voice. A voice so calm, gentle and soothing that it warmed your whole body, and you suddenly longed to feel his strong arms around you again. You texted him back, asking him if he still wanted to meet up tomorrow, and luckily for you his plans for after his training had never changed.

You spend the next afternoon with your girlfriends after waking up late. Your friends were dealing with their hangover while you were dealing with your mind constantly wandering to the rugby player. You checked your phone compulsively every few minutes, desperately wanting to see Sihtric's name pop up on your screen with a text or a call, but it remained rather quiet until it was four in the afternoon. Sihtric then texted you he had showered and was ready to meet up whenever you were. You felt bad about ditching your friends to go and see some guy you had only met the night before, but they were supportive and told you to go meet him. And little did you know that your friends already had made plans to meet up with Sihtric's friends; Finan, Osferth and Uhtred, the group who was arrested the night before.

You met Sihtric as he waited outside your hotel, casually leaning back against the old apricot coloured building across the street. You smiled as you walked up to him, for he looked so ridiculously handsome with his hair braided while he wore grey shorts with a matching shirt, his bronze hammer pendant making for a pleasant contrast as it rested upon his clothed chest. 

He greeted you with a flirty smile and pulled you in his arms immediately. He lightly brushed his lips over yours as he held your face with one hand, his other settled on the small of your back, while your hands found their way to his waist.

'Hey,' he murmured against your lips with a smile.

His warm breath touched your skin and snuck between your slightly parted lips, making you feel lightheaded and desperate for his kiss, which he wouldn't give you just yet.

'Hi,' you breathed, and a nervous chuckle escaped you.

Sihtric was even more handsome than you had remembered, which seemed impossible, but you suddenly felt too shy to speak. Sihtric sensed that, and enjoyed it, but to make an end to your silent suffering he decided to finally kiss you and give you the sweet satisfaction you had longed for ever since the night before. And he kissed you just as perfectly as that very first time; firm and passionate.

It was another warm day in Valencia, and Sihtric made you feel so much warmer without even trying. When you finally found your ability to speak again you agreed to just stroll around the city together for a bit. And so you did, walking hand in hand past some of the famous spots in town. The scenery made your walk almost enchanting, the old buildings making for a romantic backdrop whenever Sihtric kissed you or just looked at you with his love intoxicated eyes. There was no doubt that you were head over heels for each other already, as you finally got to know each other better while you went for some ice cream.

You enjoyed the cool refreshments on the beach, where you sat down in the sand and Sihtric pulled you in his lap. You talked for hours, about everything and nothing, and whenever you weren't talking you were kissing each other or caught up in each other's embrace while whispering sweet nothings. And as much as you wanted to stay with him, you knew you had to check in with your friends too, as did Sihtric. So you both agreed to meet up later in the evening again.

And just like the night before, Sihtric walked you back to your hotel. And the departure was just as sweet again, kissing each other endlessly on the large beige stairs while the sun was slowly setting, until you were finally able to reluctantly let go of each other. Even if it was just for a couple of hours.

While you were out with Sihtric, your friends had gotten even friendlier with his friends and finally told you they had been seeing them while you were out. You all laughed and joked how none of you had planned to even interact with a man on this trip, and yet here you were, all of you falling in love ridiculously fast with some rugby player from England. But with that knowledge came a new idea, and that's how you ended up having dinner with not just Sihtric a few hours later, but with all of yours and his friends too.

You all got along with each other, but it didn't take long before every couple would more or less retreat and go elsewhere to talk more privately. As did you and Sihtric, after saying goodbye to the few remaining friends and going for another nightly stroll over the pleasantly crowded boulevard.

'Wait,' Sihtric said after a moment and stopped walking, 'let me see you,' he smiled and spun you around while holding your hand.

You almost tripped over your heels while showing off your long red satin cocktail dress, but luckily Sihtric was quick to catch you in his arms, to which you both laughed.

'You look absolutely stunning,' he said softly and leaned in to kiss your lips.

'I thought I overdressed,' you chuckled.

'There's no such thing,' Sihtric reassured you.

'Well,' you laughed, 'you certainly didn't overdress.'

'What's wrong with my clothes?' he asked and threw up his hands as he looked down at his outfit, the same he wore earlier that day.

'Nothing, I'm just teasing,' you smiled.

'Teasing, huh?' Sihtric smiled as he took your hand and pulled you towards him.

'What? I'm not allowed to tease you?' you asked with a cheeky grin.

Sihtric scoffed with a smile and shook his head lightly, then looked down into your eyes as he towered over you, holding your face gently while he had one arm circled around you. He licked his lips slowly before biting down on his lower lip, and he hummed softly, the sound of it causing your knees to weaken.

'All you've been doing is tease me,' Sihtric whispered, his lips touching yours as he spoke, 'you think that's fair?' he asked playfully.

'Well, you never told me to stop,' you shrugged, your hands mindlessly caressing his sides.

'Yeah, well,' Sihtric murmured against your lips, 'maybe I don't want you to stop.'

'Well,' you giggled softly and gently nudged his nose with yours, 'then what's the problem?'

'I never said there was a problem,' he smiled and lightly flicked his tongue against your lips, 'did I?'

'I don't know,' you breathed, your hands sliding under his shirt, 'did you?'

'I didn't,' Sihtric whispered, then allowed his hand to slide down your buttocks, and he grabbed you firmly as he kissed you deeply and needy for a long moment.

He took a slight step back, not breaking the kiss but sliding his own hands up his shirt to grab your hands and pull you with him, towards the border where the beach began and the boulevard ended.

'Wait,' you gasped, 'I can't get on the beach with these shoes-'

Sihtric picked you up in his arms before you could even finish your sentence, and he carried you onto the darkened and rather deserted beach. He soon found a spot next to the beach's changing cabins, a place more or less sheltered from view, and he pulled you down next to him in the sand as he laid down. And you kissed there for hours, while the waves crashed lightly in the distance and the clear night sky above you grew even darker.

'What time do you have to leave tonight?' you asked after a while of just laying in his arms.

'Doesn't matter,' Sihtric said, 'we have a day off tomorrow, that means no training, so I have no plans of leaving yet,' he then turned so he could face you, 'unless you want me to leave?'

'No,' you whispered and caressed his scarred cheek as your nose almost touched his, 'I don't want you to leave.'

'Good,' Sihtric smiled and placed his hand on your neck, circling your lips with his thumb, 'because I don't want to leave either,' he whispered and kissed you softly.

'I never want this to end,' you said, a little saddened when the reality hit you again that neither of you lived permanently in the Spanish city.

'Neither do I,' he said, 'because I swear… you are the lady of my dreams.'

You couldn't help but smile at his words, forgetting about the harsh truth immediately.

'Darling,' Sihtric continued, 'you enamour me entirely. Trust me when I say I won't let this end easily.'

'I hope you won't.'

'I hope you won't either.'

'I won't,' you smiled, 'but… maybe we should go back to the hotel? It's late already.'

'Yours or mine?'

'Doesn't matter.'

'We'll go to yours,' Sihtric said, 'I've seen it from the outside several times, now I want to know what the inside looks like.'

'It's nothing spectacular,' you warned him as you got up.

'It's already spectacular because you'll be there,' he smiled and picked you up in his arms again, carrying you back to the boulevard.

There was barely any time for talking once you arrived in your modest hotel room. As soon as the door closed, you and Sihtric began to pull each other's clothes off while you kissed and stumbled through the room until you both landed on the bed, completely naked.

Sihtric knew how to please you as if he had known you forever, finding all the right spots with his fingers while he kissed you deeply to silence your moans and gasps. One look around the place was enough to tell anyone that those walls were thin, but you couldn't have cared less about who heard you while you were at the mercy of a man like Sihtric.

He made you reach your high twice with just his hands alone as he kissed you and left marks in your neck with his teeth and lips. And you returned the favour by pleasing him with your mouth, enjoying how you could easily make him obey you like that if you wanted to, but you weren't going to dominate him. Not tonight, at least. And so you allowed him to cum, for the first time that night, in your mouth and you swallowed it like a 'Good girl,' as he called you with ragged breaths afterwards. And shortly after that you find yourself laying back on the bed. With his beautiful face between your thighs, marking up your delicate skin as he kissed and gently bit his way up to your most precious parts. Only to look up at you as he kissed your sweet spot so tenderly before going delving into you and making you climax for a third time, while your hands had untangled his previously braided hair in the process.

And he kissed you deeply as he held you tightly in his arms, under the thin sheets of your hotel bed, granting you the time to recover before he would finally allow himself the pleasure of making love to you. Which he did, until you both finished while moaning and desperately calling out numerous obscenities. You clawed at the sheets, your legs on Sihtric's broad shoulders as he leaned in, while fucking through both your highs, so he could capture you in the most passionate and sloppy kiss you ever had. And after you both collapsed on the bed, exhausted and overstimulated but satisfied beyond words, you fell asleep in each other's embrace and slept until late the next morning.

And that's when you woke up with your body still aching pleasantly from the night before, and were surprised to see your passionate lover was still sleeping peacefully next to you.

And the next morning, after you both showered and managed to cover up all the love bites you had left each other, Sihtric took you out for brunch and invited you to come to the rugby match he would be playing a few days later.

You continued to meet up whenever you could as the days continued to pass, and only at the rugby match you understood that Sihtric was a professional rugby player, and didn't just do it as a hobby. He earned his money with it, as did his friends, and from what your friends told you about the dates they had with them, it seemed that they all earned quite a nice amount to live more than comfortably with. But you had already fallen in love with Sihtric, so you didn't care about his profession or the money he made, you were just there to show your support. And Sihtric appreciated that more than he could explain, and you felt proud as you watched his team win that day.

In the days that followed you also continued to stay in close contact with Sihtric, and you found yourself in either of your hotel rooms almost every night. Each night was as passionate as the first time you were intimate, and it went without saying that this wasn't just a quick holiday fling anymore. But the truth was that your holiday was coming to an end, with your flight back to England departing tomorrow early afternoon. Which meant you had to say goodbye to Sihtric and not know if you'd ever see him again, despite the fact that he lived in England too. And as fate would have it, he had to go to training tomorrow morning, so he couldn't stay the night with you no matter how much he wanted to.

'Ironic how it rains tonight,' you said gloomily as you stood on the familiar beige stairs of your hotel, which were darker than usual tonight, 'the whole time we've been here it was always warm and sunny. And now it's chilly and rainy.'

Sihtric pushed his loose wet hair out of his face as he looked down at you, holding you in his arms for what he feared could be the last time.

'The gods feel my sadness,' Sihtric said with a soft sigh, and he took your face in his hands, 'let me look at you, darling,' he smiled sadly, 'I want to remember you.'

'Please,' you said and choked up, 'don't forget about me.'

'I won't, trust me I won't,' he said as the rain continued to pour down, 'you captured my heart and soul, darling. I won't forget about you. And I already told you I wasn't going to let this end easily.'

'Promise you will call me? Or text me?' you asked, a glimmer of hope visible in your eyes.

'I promise,' Sihtric smiled and lightly pinched your cheek before he kissed your forehead, 'I promise, love, I will call you and text you until you get sick of me and block my number.'

You both laughed for a moment, but your sadness took over again once you looked back up in his big mismatched eyes.

'Here,' Sihtric said and took off his Mjölnir necklace, 'hold onto this for me,' he placed the black cord with the bronze pendant around your neck, 'I'll come and pick it up as soon as I can, okay?'

You sniffled and clutched the warm pendant in your cold hands, then looked up at him again and nodded with a faint smile.

'Don't cry,' Sihtric whispered and kissed your lips, 'please don't cry,' he cupped your cheeks, 'I promise, darling, I promise this is only the beginning for us.'

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[thalygremlinsson]

Sanne, back on the horse writing about things i desperately want in life with her masterful attention to detail. The shoulder poking, the hand swaying, they are all so typical of like those silly mutual attraction first interactions...Bye, I'm gonna cry now.

My God I missed the feeling of familiarity and warmth that come with your fics.

[fedaraviciius]

[stardustrider]

To Bebbanburg! // The Last Kingdom // S4E1

If only they knew what they are heading to... 😢

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

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Sihtric, S04E05 || @sihtricfedaraaahvicius

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[thalygremlinsson]

@sihtricfedaraaahvicius I'm not saying you should write this fic BUT...Finan's bachelor party (he's getting married to Eadith obviously). It's fun it's cool a stripper is giving poor flustered Osferth a lap dance and Sihtric is there moping because he really wants his wife, strip clubs give him anxiety xD And then coincidentally Eadith's bachelorette party walks in ( it's a club for all sexes and they booked the same place but Uthred is an idiot who forgot to tell Gisela) so now he is happy because MY WIFE! *aggresively cuddles and probably end up having a lapdance of his own*

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Are you luring me into writing a modern fic here

[thalygremlinsson]

Maaaaybe?

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

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[thalygremlinsson]

@sihtricfedaraaahvicius I'm not saying you should write this fic BUT...Finan's bachelor party (he's getting married to Eadith obviously). It's fun it's cool a stripper is giving poor flustered Osferth a lap dance and Sihtric is there moping because he really wants his wife, strip clubs give him anxiety xD And then coincidentally Eadith's bachelorette party walks in ( it's a club for all sexes and they booked the same place but Uthred is an idiot who forgot to tell Gisela) so now he is happy because MY WIFE! *aggresively cuddles and probably end up having a lapdance of his own*

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[thalygremlinsson]

Why can I see this validation-craving puppy running around asking everyone if they think he is pretty because otherwise he will cry.