#stiorra uhtredsdottir

[oursoulsareodinsown]

Sigtryggr: My wife will not die trapped like a rat.

His badass wife:

@destinyisall-tlk

#is this the best first half of a tlk season friggin ever or what??!! #the last kingdom #sigtryggr ivarsson #stiorra uhtredsdottir

[bagheerita]

I love that Uhtred's children are symbolic of his own divided heritage. Young Uhtred is entirely Saxon and Christian, while Stiorra is entirely Dane and a follower of the gods. I love that despite everything they have been through this season the last time we see them is here: happily embracing, symbolic of Uhtred's own unity of spirit in having restored himself to his place in Bebbanburg.

#tlk rewatch #the last kingdom #uhtred of bebbanburg #young uhtred #stiorra uhtredsdottir

[uiimair]

Been thinking abt TLK chronology for my fic and if we’re going with Vikings TV show’s chronology it fits too. The rest is what happened in real history so it would go something like this:

871: Alfred becomes king (real history)

874: Ivar Ivarsson is born in Russia (it would actually be Sigtryggr father which would then make Ivar the Boneless his grandfather instead of his great grandfather) (vikings timeline + if we go with the real date for Ivar’s death)

873: Ivar the boneless battles Alfred and dies (real history)

Around 890: Ivar Ivarsson decides to follow his father footsteps and leave Russia, I feel like he would take back Irland around 895~ (note this is a headcanon)

892: Stiorra is born (TLK timeline)

899: Alfred dies (TLK timeline)

902: Sigtryggr and his family lose Irland and settles in England (real history timeline) so that would make Sigtryggr’s father 30~ yro. I headcanon that his father died during that battle.

911: Winchester’s siege (TLK timeline) Stiorra is officially 19 yro, idk how old Sigtryggr would be but I feel like he would be around 21

(It is said there was 7 yrs btwn s4-5 but if we include TLK timeline with the rl history, there would be 6 yrs btwn Winchester’s siege and when Sigtryggr loses Eoferwic and takes back Irland)

917: Sigtryggr loses Eoferwic to Edward (rl history timeline)

917: Sigtryggr takes back Irland (rl history timeline)

919: Sigtryggr battles a coalition of Irish Kings. 6 Irish kings die during this battle. (rl history timeline)

920: Sigtryggr comes back to England and becomes king of Northumbria (rl history timeline)

924: Edward dies (rl history timeline)

926: Sigtryggr makes an alliance with Athelstan (rl history timeline)

Pls feel free to add anything to this list if anything is missing

#sigtryggr ivarsson #sigtryggr #Stiorra uhtredsdottir #ofc he would take back Irland with Stiorra cause she would follow him anywhere #masterlist

[paula-in-dreamland]

“But Daddy, I Love Him” is giving me hardcore Stiorra and Sigtryggr feels, fuck.

#i will most def using it for one of my wip or entirely new one #i wish i could be a normal person and you know think abt my husband and child while listening to the album BUT NOPE #okay thats a lie - it did bring up some feels about exes as always lmao #ANYWays this is where my brain is at now #stiorra uhtredsdottir #stiorra #paulas thoughts #sigtryggr ivarson #sigtryggr #the last kingdom #sigtryggr x stiorra

[danelionsheart]

It had been several days that Stiorra and Sigtryggr had waited, in that time they endeavored to re-establish the place but did not discover if Sigtryggr's brother had been a traitor, something had gone wrong and it was obvious. Or maybe he realized the trap or he did not? She did not know, she was leaning out of the window talking to her husband about the peace that could be seen all over the place when she could see some horses approaching from afar. "Sigtryggr... I think it's them" she mentioned, seeing Wolland and her brothers, the smile formed on her features when the doors opened but Stiorra didn't wait for Sigtryggr, she ran down the stairs to go with them, they had already got off the horses when she hugged them tightly and thanked Wolland to invite them in. She knew they were aware of the whole aspect but Stiorra was glad to see they were safe and sound. Stiorra was glad, she hadn't felt this way in a long time without the drugs but now she had everything she wanted and more. @ofwessex​

#( ╳┊❝ Int: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) #( ╳┊❝ Pairing: Stiorra & Sigtryggr ❞. ) #ooc: yeees <3 finally :DD

[lordxbebbanburg]

Introducing  Stiorra Uhtredsdottir

Danish - Saxon | Queen of Northumbria | Warrior |  Wife of Sigtryggr Ivarsson

( ╳┊❝ Int: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Photo: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Musing: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Headcanon: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Crush: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ About: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Pairing: Stiorra & Sigtryggr ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Pairing: Stiorra & Rognvaldr ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Pairing: Stiorra & Uhtred Jr. ❞. )

#( ╳┊❝ Int: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) #( ╳┊❝ Photo: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) #( ╳┊❝ Musing: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) #( ╳┊❝ Headcanon: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) #( ╳┊❝ Crush: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) #( ╳┊❝ About: Stiorra Uhtredsdottir ❞. ) #( ╳┊❝ Pairing: Stiorra & Sigtryggr ❞. ) #( ╳┊❝ Pairing: Stiorra & Rognvaldr ❞. ) #( ╳┊❝ Pairing: Stiorra & Uhtred Jr. ❞. )

[viking-chaos]

Stiorra Uhtredsdottir | Ruby Hartley The Last Kingdom | 4.05

#the last kingdom #thelastkingdomedit #perioddramaedit #tlk gifs #stiorra the last kingdom #stiorra #ruby hartley #tlk 4x05 #mine: ps #ttp-eligifs

[timetravelingpenguin1066]

Sigtryggr is sentenced to death. I am to die. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Do not be.

They may butcher our bodies, our souls are Odin's own.

Sigtryggr, you lived as a warrior, and you died a king!

May you sail safely to Valhalla.

Sigtryggr Ivarrsson & Stiorra Uhtredsdottir (+Uhtred & Edward) Eystienn Sigurðarson & Ruby Hartley (+Alexander Dreymon & Timothy Innes)

The Last Kingdom Season 5, Episode 6-7

#again the acting in this show... #he's not just sorry that he's going to die #he's sorry that she will have to live the rest of her life without him #he's sorry that she is suffering because of others lies #he's sorry that he fell for those lies #the last kingdom #tlk gifs #tlk gif set #sigtryggr #eysteinn sigurðarson #stiorra #ruby hartley #uhtred #alexander dreymon #king edward #timothy innes #mine: ps #ttp-eligifs

[theroleplayingedda]

A rping masterlist for vikingISH muses.

I am once again sorry to spam your @s. Tumblr will not let me edit the post to update it.

Norse Mythology:

@alldaddy Odin @arcanigenum Loke & Ull & multiple OCs [MultiMuse] @astridnorddottir Astrid | A Valkyrie OC @belcvednanna Nanna @berserkerofrealms Garmr @brknmnds Angrboða & Jörmungandr [MultiMuse] @brokenandlonelysouls Fenrir Lokison & Sleipnir Lokison [MultiMuse] @bruadcr Jormungandr, Sif, Sigyn, Þrúðr Þórradóttir & Ullr Lokison | Kinda OC? [MultiMuse] @chiimaera Sigyn [MultiMuse] @eclipsecrowned Fenrir, Freyja, Hel, Hnoss, Laufey, Odin, Sigyn & Utgard-Loki [MultiMuse] @exiledcrown Eir, Freyja, Narvi Lokason, Vali Lokason [MultiMuse] @eddapoetic Havar | A fun fusion of many trickster deities (Loki, Hermes etc) [MultiMuse] @fidelitygoddess Sigyn @gleamingcrowns Lady Sif [MultiMuse] @gulldrengur Baldr @heartsdefine Sigyn [MultiMuse] @helreginn Helreginn Lokadóttir @justicescreaming Loki, Narvi, Sigyn & occasionally Vali [MultiMuse] @kingoftheravens Angrboda, Fenrir,  Loki, Hati, Hel, Jormungandr & Skoll [MultiMuse] @kissofthemuses Freyja, Sigyn & Liv Gunnarsdottir Gunnarson | A Vampire OC [MultiMuse] @lordsigynofvanaheim Lord Sigyn @mistressesandmastersofmythos Freyja, Hel & Odin [MultiMuse] @moonhoundman Hati @mystiokinesis Bergfinnr Thrymrson @norseforces Freyja, Frigg, Loki, Odin & Thor [MultiMuse] @nykrose Nyk | A Näcken OC @paracosmms Angrboda, Fenrir & Hel [MultiMuse] @runaljod Angrboða, Fenrisúlfr, Frœyjɑ, Jörð, Loki, Magni & Móði Þórsson, Óðinn & Þór [MultiMuse] @savstaroth Thor & multiple OCs including Ida Fjalarsdóttir | A Witch [MultiMuse] @sigynthevictorious Sigyn @starwrittenfates Sigyn [MultiMuse] @tessastormrp Baldr, Freyr, Loki & Tyr [MultiMuse] @valkxrie Brunnhilde @varldsormr Jormungandr @wildserkr Victor Halvorsen | A Berserkr OC @yggdrasilushxrt Dvalinn

American Gods:

@brknmnds Technology Boy @cursedwanderer @helreginn

God of War:

@cryptiique Angrboda, Atreus (Loki), Freyr & Heimdall [MultiMuse] @deficd Kratos [MultiMuse] @fidelitygoddess Sigyn @helreginn Hel [But AU because she don’t exist yet] @missallanea Freya & Sif [MultiMuse] @stardustedstories Atreus (Loki), Faye (Laufey), Freyr, Mimir, Odin, Thor & others [MultiMuse]

How to Train Your Dragon & Dragons: The Nine Realms

@acourtcfmuses Astrid Hofferson @adskilt Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III @ancestryfound Tom Kullersen @baldrengr Hiccup & Toothless [MultiMuse] @deficd Valka [MultiMuse] @dragetunge Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III @haseti Eret son of Eret [Sideblog] @scouts-thingsandrps Astrid, Dagur, Fishlegs, Heather, Hiccup, Inkeri, Ruffnut, Snotlout, Thyra & Tuffnut [MultiMuse] @starsweepers Ruffnut [MultiMuse] @storyhaven Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III [MultiMuse] @tournesolette Hiccup Haddock [MultiMuse] @vendettavalor Bewilderbeast, Cloudjumper, Light Fury & Toothless @warraigoe Astrid Hofferson [MultiMuse]

OCs I feel should be here but I can’t figure out where to place???

@cursedwanderer Fenja a Tree spirit, skogsrå/huldra @dragcnlxrd Lysander Balaur - Last of the Dragonlords @ofholocenemuses Eska Ulfsson a Stablemaster turned warrior with a bit of wanderlust [MultiMuse] @skallagrimulfhedinn Skallagrim Ulfhedinn A shapeshifter and the son of a blacksmith @scgugio Renora Luciana Alvarez

The Almighty Johnsons: (My fave NZ tv show!!!!)

@melodicwitchlight Hel [MultiMuse]

The Last Kingdom:

@all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone Aethelflaed, Brida, Finan, Gisela, Sihtric Kjartansson & many OCs! [MultiMuse] @bebbanburged Uhtred @entangledmuses Eadith & lots of OCs with TLK verses! [MultiMuse] @fantasywritten Beocca, Edward & Leofric [MultiMuse] @ladybebbanburg Ædgyth of Wessex (OC?), Æthelflæd, Alfred, Brida, Eadith, Finan, Gisela Hathacanutesdottir, Iseult of Cornwalum, Mildrith, Sigtryggr Ivarsson, Skade, Stiorra Uhtredsdottir, Thyra Ragnarsdottir, Uhtred & Others! [MultiMuse] @kingalfrcd King Alfred @ofprevioustimes Aethelflaed, Brida, Eadith, Gisela, Iseult & others! [MultiMuse] @ragnaarson Ædgyth, Ælswith, Æthelstan, Aldhelm, Alfred, Edward, Finan, Gisela, Sigtryggr Ivarsson, Sihtric Kjartansson, Stiorra Uhtredsdottir, Uhtred & many OCs! [MultiMuse][Sideblog] @tessastormrp Sihtric [MultiMuse]

Vikings & Vikings: Valhalla:

@all-that-is-gold-is-now-gone Aslaug, Canute, Emma, Freydis, Freydis Eriksdottir, Godwin, Gunnhild, Hvitserk Ragnarsson, Ivar the Boneless, Lagertha, Leif Eriksson, Rollo Sigurdsson, Snaefrid & many OCs! [MultiMuse] @brknmnds Ivar, Sigurd & Hvitserk [MultiMuse] @crowsandmurder Bjorn Ironside & Ragnar Lothbrok [MultiMuse] @deficdGyda Ragnarsdottir, Ragnar Lodbrok & OCs including Hilda Ragnarsdottir, Sindre Ísleifsson& Solveig Ísleifsdottir! [MultiMuse] @entangledmuses Anma, Katia & Lagertha & lots of OCs with Viking verses! [MultiMuse] @ladybebbanburg Aslaug Sigurdsdottir, Freydis Eriksdotter , Gyda Ragnarsdóttir, Helga, Lagertha, Torvi & others! [MultiMuse] @melodicwitchlight Aslaug, Floki, Thorunn & Siggy [MultiMuse] @ofprevioustimes Aslaug, Lagertha, Siggy & others! [MultiMuse] @pleinsdemuses Astrid, Emma of Normandy, Gunnhild, Lagertha Lothbrok & Torvi [MultiMuse][Sideblog] @tessastormrp Harald Finehair & Ubbe (GETS HIS VERY OWN TRIGGER WARNING!) Ragnarson [MultiMuse]

DC/Marvel:

@brokenandlonelysouls Loki [MultiMuse] @brutalage Vandal Savage @cffidelityy Sigyn @fidelitygoddess Sigyn @inkdreamt Sylvie [MultiMuse] @starwrittenfates Sigyn [MultiMuse] @theamazingloki Loki

Discord ONLY rpers:

@thenorthling

Up to date as of 13/01/2024

#Vikings Rp #Norse Myth rp #Norse Mythology rp #The Last Kingdom Rp #The Almighty Johnsons RP #The Norsemen Rp #Valhalla Rising Rp #The Northman RP #Beowulf RP #Viking Rp #How to Train Your Dragon RP #RP Masterlist #Norse Mythology RP Masterlist #Vikings RP Masterlist #Viking RP Masterlist #HTTYD RP #Redbad RP #American Gods RP

[multimuse-rp-archived]

Hi, everyone! In case you don’t know, I’m going to be moving blogs within the next few days. Unfortunately, I am currently unable to get my muse page up and running due to the whole JavaScript issue… Tumblr Support is working with me to resolve that soon!

So, I thought I’d give an update on which muses will be on the new blog! The majority of muses you see me writing on here will also be written on the new blog; however, around 30 are being removed due to lack of muse. The ones being removed are listed below:

REMOVED MUSES

Uhtred Ragnarsson (the last kingdom)

Aethelflaed of Mercia (the last kingdom)

Eadith of Mercia (the last kingdom)

Alexis Rose (schitt’s creek)

Moira Rose (schitt’s creek)

April Ludgate (parks and recreation)

Chris Trager (parks and recreation)

Castiel (supernatural)

Christian Keene (insatiable)

Nonnie Thompson (insatiable)

Edmund Pevensie (the chronicles of narnia)

Lucy Pevensie (the chronicles of narnia)

Gregor Johnson (the underland chronicles)

Felonious Gru (despicable me)

Cha Hyunsuk (memories of the alhambra)

Iago (othello)

Oh Il-nam (squid game)

Jamal Turner (on my block)

Jon Snow (game of thrones)

Jorah Mormont (game of thrones)

Petyr Baelish (game of thrones)

Judy Hale (dead to me)

Michelle Gutierrez (dead to me)

Leith Bayard (reign)

Lincoln kom Trikru (the 100)

Mónica Gaztambide / Stockholm (la casa de papel)

Raquel Murillo / Lisbon (la casa de papel)

Aníbal Cortez / Río (la casa de papel)

Zahid Raja (atypical)

In addition, some of my muses will be privatized, meaning I will ONLY write them with certain muns. You know who you are! The muses being privatized are listed below:

PRIVATE MUSES

Klaus Mikaelson (the vampire diaries)

Leslie Knope (parks and recreation)

Ruby Hill (good girls)

Ragnar Ragnarsson (the last kingdom)

Sigtryggr Ivarsson (the last kingdom)

Stiorra Uhtredsdottir (the last kingdom)

Martín Berrote / Palermo (la casa de papel)

Rafael de Fonollosa (la casa de papel)

Daniel Ramos / Denver (la casa de papel)

However, don’t worry! Some new muses are being added! These include Murray from Stranger Things, Adam from Saw, and several new OCs! Stay tuned, and I’ll see you over on fantasywritten!

#allison speaks // ooc #changes are being made! and i think it’s a good thing #its about time lol

[oursoulsareodinsown]

Same Ruby!!! Same.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

#saaaaaaaame #the last kingdom #sigtryggr x stiorra #stiorra uhtredsdottir #sigtryggr ivarsson #sigggggghhhh

[bagheerita]

Sigtryggr: I'm taking one hostage with me.

Stiorra:

#tlk rewatch #again with this season and the old memes lol #the last kingdom #stiorra uhtredsdottir #sigtryggr ivarsson

[fantasywritten]

Private Muses

The following muses will only be written with specific muns, as listed below:

Leslie Knope (with @eggcs )

Annie Marks (with @iworryalotdarling )

Ragnar Ragnarsson (with @bebbanburged / @fatefound )

Sigtryggr Ivarsson (with @bebbanburged / @fatefound )

Stiorra Uhtredsdottir (with @bebbanburged / @fatefound )

Uhtred Ragnarsson (with @stcllla )

Allison Kerry (with @extraordinarygrrls )

Cecil Adams (with @traptised )

Charlie Pace (with @smiletimeisrunningout )

Shannon Rutherford (with @smiletimeisrunningout )

Gregor (with @hvbris )

Lizzie (with @hvbris )

Wang Yeo (with @animalf4rm )

More will be added as I see fit! If you are not one of the muns listed next to the muse, please do not attempt to interact with said muse; it will be ignored. Thank you! <3

#private muses

[ragnaarson]

CANON TLK MUSE LIST.

Uhtred of Bebbanburg.

The Dane Slayer. He/him. Bisexual.

FC: Alexander Dreymon.

Alfred of Wessex.

The Great. He/him. Bisexual.

FC: David Dawson.

Ælswith of Mercia.

The Queen of Wessex. She/her. Demisexual.

FC: Eliza Butterworth.

Finan of Irland.

The Agile. He/him. Bicurious.

FC: Mark Rowley.

Sihtric Kjartansson.

The Loyal. He/him. Pansexual.

FC: Arnas Fedaravičius.

Gisela of Cumberland.

The Heart. She/her. Bisexual.

FC: Peri Baumeister.

Edward of Wessex.

The Elder. He/him. Pansexual.

FC: Timothy Innes.

Æthelstan of Wessex.

The Unifier. He/him. Bisexual.

FC: Harry Gilby.

Ædgyth of Wessex.

The Jewel. She/her. Pansexual.

FC: Jodie Comer.

Stiorra Uhtredsdottir.

The Queen of Jorvik. She/her. Bicurious.

FC: Ruby Hartley.

Sigtryggr Ivarsson.

The King of Jorvik. He/him. Pansexual.

FC: Eysteinn Sigurðarson.

Aldhelm of Mercia.

The Devoted. He/him. Demisexual.

FC: James Northcote.

OC TLK MUSE LIST.

Æva of Mercia.

The People’s Lady. She/her. Pansexual.

FC’s: Alicia Agneson & Laura Berlin.

Thyra of Wessex.

The Three-Eyed. She/her. Bisexual.

FC: Anya Taylor Joy.

Odda of Devon.

The Second Son. He/him. Demisexual.

FC: Darren Cahill.

Harald of Wessex.

The Sword. He/him. Homosexual.

FC: Marco Ilsø.

Tora of Dublin.

The Queen of Dublin. She/her. Pansexual.

FC: Dominique Davenport.

I will write other muses upon request, but these are my mains.

graphic resources: template. psd.

[mirandahamilton]

I am the queen of Eoferwic. I am my father’s daughter. Perhaps you're afraid the gods will favor me. 

#tlkedit #the last kingdom #perioddramaedit #uhtred of bebbanburg #stiorra #uhtred ragnarsson #stiorra uhtredsdottir #tlk stiorra #** #tlk

[viking-chaos]

Of Irland, Chapter 23

Chapter 1 \\ Chapter 22 \\ Series Masterlist

Instead of being taken captive in Winchester, Stiorra leaves for Irland with a friend of her father’s. There she meets Sigtryggr, a Dane, the grandson of Ivar the Boneless.

Chapter 23: Will You Find Me?

Chapter Warnings: Language, threat, aftermath of smut (no actual smut), mentions of dead bodies Words: 2846 AO3

Stiorra stirred. She didn’t want to wake. She’d been having the most wonderful dream. In her dream, Sigtryggr kissed her, and brought her to his room and…

He told her he loved her.

But there was no world in which it could be true. Was there?

Stiorra snapped her eyes open. She was warm, which she hadn’t been for some weeks since the snow fell, and ice paved the streets. Something shifted underneath.

Oh.

So, it had not been a dream. It had been quite real.

Wait.

Did this mean…

It was at this moment she realised he was awake. His hand was trailing up and down her bare back, tracing the ink that decorated the skin. He had helped her apply the healing salve in that room.

It had not been a dream. It was true.

He was there, and he was with her.

She raised her head to gaze at him, and he smiled once he saw she was awake. His left hand dropped to her lower back, making her shiver. He right reached up to cup her cheek, stroking it. She sighed, leaning into the touch. 

“Are you alright?” he asked. Stiorra shifted, laying both palms on his muscled chest.

“A little sore,” she answered, truthfully. “I thought for a moment that last night was all a dream.”

He chuckled, the movement bouncing her a little. “It was no dream. I love you, Stiorra Uhtredsdottir.”

She giggled at his formality. “And I love you, Sigtryggr Ivarrsson.”

She dropped her head and pressed a kiss to his chiselled abdomen. She felt the muscles clenching as he reached down and pulled her up to him, finally allowing him to kiss her.

His lips were gentle, there was no need to rush, not now they had all the time for this. His hand stayed where it was at the base of her spine, the one on her check stroking the soft skin. Her hands crept up his bare chest, wrapping around his neck. 

He shifted, rolling them both over so she was on her back. His kisses grew hungry.

A flash of pain came from between her legs, and she stilled. He pulled away, 

“Are you in pain?” he asked.

“Sore.”

He nodded, smiling. He understood. He rolled off her and wrapped his arms around her instead.

“This is good?” he asked.

“This is good.”

And it was good. It was safe and warm and…

A loud bang interrupted the peaceful bliss that had settled over them.

“Get up, you lazy shit!” Ivar shouted from the other side of the door. “Lunch!”

Sigtryggr groaned. Ivar banged on the door again.

“Get up, you lazy stinking piece of fuck shit! Get up!”

If it had been aimed at anyone else, Stiorra might have laughed at Ivar’s misuse of curse words. But it was not someone else. 

“Get your cock out of whatever whore you have warming your bed!��

Sigtryggr lost his temper. He bolted upright, pulled a knife from under his pillow and threw it at the door, all while yelling, “FUCK OFF, IVAR!”

Ivar chuckled as he stomped off. 

Stiorra pulled the sheets up. Sigtryggr glanced at her frightened expression.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “I did not mean to frighten you.”

“You didn’t,” she assured. “Ivar frightens me. What will he do if he finds out about us?”

“I don’t know,” he answered, throwing the blanket off. “Most likely try to kill me.”

He said it so nonchalantly that Stiorra was thrown off. “What?”

He shrugged, pulling his breeches on. “He always wants to kill me. He just needs an excuse.”

Three light raps on the door had both their heads spinning to the origin.

“Siggy?” came a small voice from outside. “Are you coming? Ivar is being scary.”

“In a moment, Gudrid.” He turned back to Stiorra. “Are you coming?”

“I would, but I have no clothes,” she said slyly.

She watched the muscles in his abdomen clench as he bent over a box on the floor. From it, he pulled another dress.

“I don’t know what you mean by having no clothes,” he said grinning.

Stiorra gasped. “How many of these do you have?”

He chuckled. “Enough to dress you now.”

He laid the dress gently on his side of the bed, and came over to her, helping her up from the bed. She let the blankets fall, letting his gaze rake over her naked form. He moved behind her, brushing her hair away from her neck, kissing the soft skin there. Stiorra sighed, leaning back into his embrace.

Another quiet knock interrupted them. 

“Siggy, are you coming?”

________________________________________

There was a small steaming cup at Stiorra’s place when she sat down. She sniffed it and wrinkled her nose. It was the same potion Drifa used “to end a life before it begins” she’d said.

She hesitated in drinking it, feeling a strange yearning to leave it up to the gods, to have a child with Sigtryggr. But then her thoughts turned to her mother, screaming and bleeding, and to the hard-faced nuns who’d dragged her away, and suddenly she wondered why she’d even hesitated.

She drank, and gagged, almost spitting it out. It was vile. How any woman drank it… 

Stiorra coughed and spluttered. Sigtryggr glanced her way in concern, his eyes becoming downcast as he observed what she consumed. He turned his attention back to his brother, who smirked and guzzled his morning ale.

“When will the next ship arrive, Drifa?” Sigtryggr asked. Good. A distraction.

Drifa was sitting slouched rubbing her temples. “Day after tomorrow,” she mumbled, her mouth still full of food. “And perhaps they’ll have news as to the other ship,” she continued, having swallowed.

“The day after…” Ivar was incredulous. “Why? They usually come tomorrow. We need to reopen the markets.”

“We don’t need Drifa’s ships to open the market, Ivar,” Rognvaldr grumbled. He lifted his head from the table, his eyes looked red and there were dark shadows under them. Everyone stared at him.

“What?” he said incredulously. “It doesn’t take someone with Sigtryggr or Drifa’s brains to know that the market isn’t dependent on her ships.”

He wasn’t wrong either. There were other merchants and other ships. Drifa just happened to own many.

“Where does the boat come from?” Stiorra asked.

“Lunden, then some ports on the coast of Frankia before coming here,” Drifa answered before taking a giant gulp of whatever it was in her cup. It was not ale. “The reason it is later is because I asked them to make a stop in Coccham.”

“For what?” Ivar snapped.

“None of your business is what.”

“You are my guest and I demand to know what your ship is sailing to Coccham for!!!”

“You do not need to know what I need from Coccham!”

Sigtryggr leaned over to her as the shouting increased in volume. “Come. Let’s go for a walk. It will be quiet.”

“I am king here and I demand to know what you need from Coccham that you can’t get here! Are you perhaps asking your friend the Dane-Slayer to come here and slay me?”

Stiorra giggled and stood. Ivar ignored them, too busy arguing with Drifa to realise. 

(“You are not the king here! And my friendship with Uhtred is none of your concern!”)

They picked up their cloaks from where they had been by the doors and slipped out into the cold snowy streets. 

Snow was still falling, but only gently. There were icy patches everywhere.

Stiorra had never seen Dyflin so quiet and peaceful. So quiet it was almost eerie, like the city had been abandoned. The buildings were topped in thick layers of snow, so thick they looked like fluffy pillows. The streets were covered in hard compacted snow, trampled from the celebrations the previous night. 

She took hold of Sigtryggr’s arm (if she went down, he went with her) and they began to walk.

“I meant what I said,'' he started. “I didn't mean to frighten you. Sometimes, Ivar’s insults become too much.”

“It’s alright. You have every right to lose your temper” she reassured. “If that was my brother, though, I would have beat him.”

He laughed, his voice deep and rich. 

They walked in silence for a while. Stiorra admired the icicles hanging off the buildings, but she stayed far away, admiring from a distance. Her father had once told her about how he’d seen one split a man in half. And she would rather see him again in one piece.

While they walked, she thought about how to broach a particularly difficult subject, one that they probably should have discussed before he lay with her. And she couldn’t deny that it had been wonderful, now the whole thing might be marred by one topic of conversation.

“Sigtryggr,” she hesitated, “You… pulled a face earlier.” He glanced at her in confusion. “During breakfast…”

“Oh. I…” 

Should’ve kept my stupid mouth shut. Now I’ve ruined the moment.

“I don’t… I don’t remember pulling a face.” 

“You saw what I drank.”

“I did.”

“And you pulled a face.”

He sighed, evidently giving up.

“It was just that we never spoke about it,” he said, “having children.”

“You’re right. I was just thinking we should’ve.”

An awkward silence hung in the air for a few moments.

“I do want them,” he sighed, “but if you don’t…”

This conversation is getting nowhere.

“You know how… how my mother died,” she mumbled. “She died giving birth to my little brother.”

“Is this the one you threatened to beat?” he smiled, trying to ease the awkwardness of their conversation.

“No, this is one I haven’t seen since he was born,” she explained. “I was very young when she died. To me, it always seemed like she was with child, and then suddenly, nine months later, she vanished, with no real explanation.”

He nodded, understanding. “It’s how my mother died as well, giving birth to Rognvaldr.”

“So, you understand what it was like.”

“And you don’t want to go through the same thing.”

She nodded.

“Stiorra,” he said, “I will not deny that I want children. But I don’t need to have them now. I can wait.”

He stopped, lifting her face to meet his. “I will wait as long as I have to.” 

He kissed her then, softly, a brief fleeting brush of lips before he dropped his fingers from her chin.

“And besides, I cannot have children until I have left Irland and made a name for myself elsewhere.”

“Because of Ivar,” she guessed.

“Exactly.” He resumed walking, looping her arm in his. “If I have any children, Ivar will see them as a threat to his rule. That’s why he is constantly trying to have them himself. But he is cruel and often beats his wives. Sometimes hard enough to kill them.”

From the sound of his voice, Stiorra could tell he’d had a front row seat to Ivar’s cruelty. She suspected he was still shielding her from the worst of it.

A loud crash disturbed them both from the peace of Dyflin. They rounded a corner to find six people, men and women, around the remains of the Yol fire. The fire itself had long since extinguished, leaving behind a tall stack of burnt wood in its place.

Three charred piles lay beside them.

“What’s going on?” Sigtryggr inquired.

“How many?” came an all too familiar voice from behind them.

“Three,” one of the men said. 

Drifa cursed in some foreign language. A glance at Sigtryggr, who shrugged, told her it was not Irish.

“I tell him to put barriers up and he doesn’t listen,” she muttered, mostly to herself.”

She looked back at the two. “Every year, there are always bodies found in the Yol fire. Someone who was drunk and fell. I tell Ivar to put a barrier around it or at least put it on a platform, but he doesn’t listen. In Fjall, it is written into the law that any bonfire’s must either have a barrier around them or must be built on a platform to keep it away from foolish drunks who fall in. Now the only deaths this time of year come from colds and icicles.”

“Fjall seems like a sensible place.”

“Because it is ruled by some who actually care about the people.”

“Ivar thinks that being a ruler means he can do whatever he wants, consequences aside,” Sigtryggr explained. 

“You know what we think of him?” Drifa yelled. “We think he's a fat blob of…”

“That’s enough,” Asvard grumbled, ambling into the square. He looked terrible. He had a black eye, and bruises over his hands.

“What happened to you?”

“What do you think happened?”

She shook her head at him. 

“You know I have rules,” she shouted. “If you two lovebirds are going to stand there you can be useful.”

“How can we be of assistance to Jarl Drifa?” Sigtryggr asked, grinning.

“You can babysit the children,” she instructed. “The river froze over.”

Sigtryggr nodded. “Shall we?”

Stiorra looped her arm through his and then headed away.

The gates were covered in many icicles. Luckily none were falling on any heads today. 

It was not hard to find the children, with their screams and shouts as they played in the snow, or used bones attached to their shoes to skate across the ice.

“So, she just wants us to watch them?” Stiorra asked.

Sigtryggr laughed. “We have to make sure the ice does not break, and they don’t fall in.”

Stiorra stared at him in shock. He makes all his speeches about how cruel Ivar is and laughs about children possibly drowning!

“It is very unlikely,” he added hastily. “The ice is usually very thick.”

“When was the last time it happened?”

“The last time someone died was five years ago. That is why we are here.”

It made more sense now. And I should not be so quick to judge, she thought. 

“Do you want to join?” he offered, holding out more pieces of the bone used to skate.

“I would love to.”

He helped her attach the bone-skates, tying them to her shoes with leather tongs. He tied on his own, while she struggled to walk twice on them, until she fell right into a snow pile, face first. The first thing she did was laugh. Then she lifted her to find him lying on the snow beside her, clutching his belly in hysterics. Arseling.

Suddenly, he was hit with a small white ball which exploded on his face. 

“You are mean, Siggy.”

And now, watching his hair drip with snow, Stiorra giggled. 

“I will get you, little girl,” Sigtryggr growled menacingly, before pouncing and bringing his sister down into the snow pile and tickling her relentlessly. 

His being distracted allowed Stiorra to struggle back to her feet and jump on him, pushing him off Gudrid.

The three of them collapsed in a pile, panting and laughing. 

All of a sudden there was a scream. Sigtryggr lifted his head high enough to see that one of the younger children had fallen onto their bottom and was just drifting across the ice.

“I suppose that’s something we were supposed to look out for,” Stiorra commented.

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That afternoon was spent skating over the ice, and supervising children, hugging when they fell. The ice did not crack, which Sigtryggr said was a first. 

Stiorra had skated a few times in her childhood back in Coccham when the river just outside the walls froze over, but it had been a long time. Sigtryggr held her hand and guided her. 

Drifa joined them at some point in the afternoon, grumbling about Ivar and his stupidity. She too put on her own bone skates, and then distracted them all with an impressive display of speed and agility. She leapt and twisted over the ice. It was a sight to behold.

One that ended all too soon.

Eventually, the sun began to set, even though it was only mid-afternoon. But it was time for the children to head inside. The three adults ensured that all the children made it safely to their homes.

Drifa raced Gudrid into the Great Hall, very obviously letting the little girl win. Sigtryggr held out a hand to stop Stiorra.

He tugged her into him and kissed her. Her arms flailed for a moment before settling on his large biceps. One arm held her waist, the other hand cupping her face.

He gently released her, resting his forehead on hers for a few more moments.

“Will you come to me tonight?” he whispered. “Will you find me?”

“Sigtryggr, I…” she sighed. “I am still a little sore, and- “

“I am not asking for that,” he interrupted. “I just want to hold you, to feel you in my arms. Just because I invite you to my bed, does not mean I always must hump,” he smiled.

“Are you coming, shit-brother?” Ivar called from inside.

Sigtryggr laughed. “Well?”

Stiorra smiled, so full of love for him. “I will come.”

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