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tlkfaerie · 9 months

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Celebrations

༺☆༻ Pairing: Sihtric x reader ༺☆༻

Word Count: 4.1k

summary: a celebration in Uhtred's hall leads to a mutual confession in a river.

Author's note: heyyyyy. This is set in my imaginary peacetime lol. I would say end of S2 but also Sihtric's S3 hair because I love mullets.

MDNI! 18+ -͟͟͞☆ TW! : smut, loss of virginity, mentions of alcohol, slapping, crying, p in v, confessions of love etc

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You were Uhtred's ward, so naturally, you followed him wherever he went. He had reluctantly taken you in as an oath after Leofric could no longer look after you. Your ancestry was a shoddy thing - it seemed everyone you had ever met was unaware of your origins. And yet, you had fallen into the care of Leofric, who had begged Uhtred to care for you in his final, forceful moment in battle.

Though you had begun as a pain in his side, he grew to love you deeply. You revelled in the sibling-like bond that the two of you shared, though sometimes it was hard to listen to him when he told you to do certain things. You had become his arseling. You were often confined to your room when thins became heated, hiding with Gisela or forced behind Finan's side, never allowed to be at the forefront of anything important.

You didn't mind entirely, however, because Uhtred's natural urge to provide for you meant that you were safe. And on nights like tonight, you enjoyed yourself the most. Ale was being squandered throughout Coccham's infamous Pagan hall, thrown in goblets and beakers to any man whose eager hands were willing to receive.

Uhtred warned you not to have more than one glass, but as there was no danger, you knew he wouldn't bother to keep an eye on you. He smirked as he had left you, somehow knowing that you would not follow his commands. Gisela, even, did not adopt on the somewhat maternal role she often forced upon you. You loved her as a sister, but tonight you knew you could not bump into her in your state.

After what could only have been your tenth glass, you observed Osferth sitting alone, looking rather sheepish. As someone you considered your greatest confidant, you slumped next to him, entertaining him with slurred conversation that you imagined was perfectly clear. As the two of you laughed, you were unaware of the conversation that had been brewing slowly across the hall.

Finan draped himself across one of the benches as he watched Uhtred turn serious, sniggering slowly at the man's mildly drunken state. He turned to Sihtric, who had been quiet for most of the night. Though he was always somewhat subdued, today seemed to pique a particular silence within him. Uhtred did not fail to notice. He had been observing how Sihtric ogled you for some months now.

"Good men have begun asking about my ward," he begun, taking a great chug from his cup. He could not hide his smile, knowing exactly what he was doing. The Dane immediately turned his absent head towards his Lord, envy filling his chest at the news. Sihtric wasn't surprised, however. He saw how oblivious you were to the stares around you. Though your position with Uhtred was close enough to scare of some men, others had tried to court you.

Your beauty was known throughout the land, praised above even royalty. As a result of this, you caused Uhtred many problems in his dealing and bargaining with other men, though he would never tell you that. He never ceased to remind you that you behaved like a wild pup, and that no man would consider you for marriage with branches in your hair and mud in your hands. He was teasing, of course, but this had urged your sense of independence so much that you hadn't even considered suitors.

None, other than Sihtric. As he did his work for his Lord, fought for him alongside other men, you couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He was a wonder to speak to, incredibly soft yet opinionated and strong. He let you do things like weave flowers into his hair, play with his sword (albeit very, very reluctantly) and helped you with chores. He had been nothing but kind to you, but his conscious prevented him from making any sort of romantic move.

"She is wild, she will need a strong man. A good man," Uhtred continued, eyeing Finan, who quickly chimed in. He knew he spoke slightly too ill of you in this moment, but it was for a greater purpose, and so he allowed himself the indulgence.

"I could happily take on such a task, Lord," the Irishman raised his glass, staring at Sihtric from where he sat at the very edge of his seat, eyes downcast. He felt ridiculous. He was a warrior in every sense of the word, stoic and observant. Why could he not simply find the courage in him to ask for more than your platonic company. He burned for you. For you to be his wife. To claim you as his.

Finally, Sihtric cleared his throat. "Lord, I wish to be with Y/N. I wish for her to be mine." he seemed almost tortured as he said the words, making Finan burst out with laughter. The two were a close pair, but Finan's laughter did not infect Sihtric as it usually did.

"I'd be able to see that even if I was blind, Sihtric," he began, walking over to his good friend, "she is a fine runt, I like her, but she won't stay idle forever, not with that face." Sihtric grinned slightly, reminiscing on the night that Finan had bestowed you with the glorious nickname 'runt'. After you'd confessed that Leofric was only some distant uncle, and that your parents could have been anyone, he'd stuck ale in your hand and branded you the group's pretty runt.

Sihtric laughed, shoving Finan off of his shoulders, telling him to go and find his own woman for the night, "or have you had every woman not claimed here tonight already?"

Without waiting for Finan's reaction, Sihtric returned his gaze to Uhtred and the other men at the table. Uhtred smiled, tearing copious amounts of bread in his hands and shoving them down. Sihtric declared his Lord a pig for the moment, earning him a slap to the back.

"You and Y/N are suited, I would see that she marries for love, not for convenience. You will allow her to be who she needs to be. I trust you, Sihtric." And with that message, he was gone, up to find his woman, and to enjoy the rest of the night with her. In truth, Sihtric had forgotten what they were even celebrating, content to watch you with Osferth, talking in your endearing manner. He decided now that he would have to make his move.

Your cheeks were red at this point, and you had been mindlessly listening to Osferth tell one of his stories, when a tall silhouette, forming into the figure of Sihtric, came and placed his hands on Osferth's shoulders. Delighted to see him, you opened a space for him on the bench, but instead, Osferth stood and left, wishing you goodnight. You hadn't realised just how late it was, but you didn't care - not when one of your favourite people was sat in front of you.

"Y/N, I hope you haven't exceeded Uhtred's ale limit tonight," he spoke sarcastically, tilting his head to meet your somewhat dazed eyes. His gaze alone made you sober up instantly. You felt the urge to pull him closer, to be around him constantly - even if he did call you a pup, and ruffle your hair as if you were truly Uhtred's dog.

"I can see as clearly as a sorcerer with his runes," you declare triumphantly, but no sooner than you lift your arms to prove yourself do you find yourself utterly drenched in ale. Uhtred's ale, to be exact.

"Did you see that coming, lady?" Sihtric swipes your chin with his finger, licking the ale off of his finger. You want to cry as you look at him, knowing he finds this funny but unable to see much of the humour in it. You had wanted to look nice for him tonight.

"Uhtred. . .you bastard turd," you begin, spewing insults at him, not caring that he loved every minute of it. Truly, he had not intended to disturb you and Sihtric, he had just been curious to observe how one of his most trusted men claimed his woman.

"I would have Sihtric wash your mouth for those insults, but I fear he would enjoy it too much." Uhtred spills more ale, holding your neck between his arm and chest, allowing you to heave more insults at him. When he finally lets you go, you glance once more at Sihtric before storming out of the hall altogether.

Gisela tuts at Uhtred, crossing her arms, "I told you that interfering would do nothing. The poor girl is drenched in ale," she exclaims, Uhtred now no longer smiling, pining after his wife as she walked away from him. Ever the patient man, Sihtric simply smiles, undeterred. If anything, your wet hair made him want you even more.

For now, however, he was a little concerned. You had a tendency to believe that you were entirely invincible, which normally he found adorable, but you had walked out of the hall barefoot, and with no furs on. If he did not find you soon, someone less kind would.

After what proved to be a very short search, since you had left all manner of footprints and a trail of the sweetest smell, Sihtric found you. He chuckled to himself, but that quickly stopped when he saw your clothes on the floor, and you in the river, washing your naked body.

He was about to turn around to leave you, but you were quicker. You caught the back of him, calling his name boldly. Part of you didn’t realise what you had just done, seeing as you were fully exposed, your body hidden from Sihtric only thanks to the water. But you felt as though the moments before Uhtred had spoiled your night could be redeemed. You watched the man reluctantly walk over, unable to keep his eyes from your face. You were freezing cold, but welcomed the temperature. It made you feel alive, and encouraged you - although, that might have just been the ale.

“Y/N, you shouldn’t be out here alone. Not like this,” he seemed almost ashamed that he couldn’t look away. You had always noted his polite demeanour, always trailing behind everyone, making sure everything was well. Now, all you could notice was how handsome the man was. How big he was. His hand reached for yours, long fans being, attached to his enormous arms that were oh so unfortunately shielded by his furs. I want him to take those furs off, you thought.

Normally, a scolding from one of the men, Beocca or even Gisela would irk you. You were more than happy to do whatever you pleased on your own, you weren’t so delicate as to need protection wherever you went. But when Sihtric’s stern voice spoke to you, it made you weak at the knees. You quickly realised you’d listen to just about anything he said.

He was so lenient with you. . .so caring and, always there. You were a fool for not asking him about his feelings sooner. You needed to do it now.

“Y/N. . .”

“Sihtric. . .”

You both spoke at the same time, releasing breathy laughs as you stumbled over each other’s words. You wondered what he was going to say, swishing your hand in the water to keep yourself upright. He had kneeled down to your height by now, looking over you in a protective manner, as if shielding you from the real world.

“Y/N, this might be the wrong place to tell you, but I enjoy your company, more than I do anyone else’s,” he began, inhaling deeply before continuing, “and I would like you to be mine, if that is alright with you. I want you to be my lady, and only mine.” He looked you right in the eyes now, eyebrows tilted and mouth slightly open, off his guard entirely as he analysed your face.

You were beaming. The water no longer seemed quite as cold. Instead, you leapt from your position beneath him, leaning against the grass before kissing him. You were a mess, giving in entirely to him and his mouth. His hands instinctively went around your waist, calloused hands against soft flesh. The softest, he thought. He had become somewhat excited, his hands and lips moving faster. You could scarcely keep up as he took more and more from the deep kiss. Your torso was coming out of the water slowly, freezing cold air meeting your bare skin.

When he stopped for a moment, he realised your situation. He could not help his own smirk, realising his luck at the sight of your nakedness before him. Your hair clung to you, wet and dripping, as was the rest of your form (in more ways that one). But he soon snapped back into a sensible mode of thinking, removing his enormous black furs, letting them swamp your shivering body, holding you tightly to him.

“No other man shall see you the way I see you, if that is what you wish, of course,” he shook his head, realising how quickly he was moving. You revelled in the way his strength wrapped around you, taking the moment to watch his almost childish grin.

“I want only you, Sihtric,” you tilted your head back, sharing his happiness, unbothered by your current situation. Some men lingered, but were too drunk to notice the scene before them. “Please,” whispering into his ear now, you looked at him with adoration. Pure love. He reciprocated, scanning you with his eyes hand his hands, unable to shake the sense of pride that you were so small in his furs, and he, in his leathers, his chest burning for you. You just fitted against him so well.

“Come to my room, now,” he dragged you to his chambers, his hand swamping yours as he gripped tightly, walking faster than you had ever seen him walk. When you arrived in his home, you noted the flower crown you had weaved for him and all of the other men, sat on a nearby shelf. Uhtred had feigned disgust when he saw them, but he too kept his close to his chest when he fought. You had meant it as a silly gesture, but seeing that he had kept the fading flowers made your heart swell.

You soon realised your boldness may had landed you in trouble, as you had never been humped before, and by the looks of it - Sihtric knew exactly what he was doing. You had jokingly called Uhtred and Finan whores several times over the years, but never had you considered Sihtric would be right there beside them during their antics.

“Sihtric - I . . . I haven’t,” you started. Looking rather sheepish as the furs exposed your shoulders, falling down your frame. He came up to you, so close in fact that you felt his warmth, his breath fanning on your lips.

His eyes widened, not from shock, however, but more so from challenge. As if he found the whole thing amusing. “I know, Y/N. I will be gentle, if this is all truly what you want, lady.” The words stung with just a tinge of teasing, but you ignored it, as his eyes grazed over your lips and shoulders. His hands were under your chin, admiring you.

Just as quickly as you had decided, the furs were gone, and you stood entirely naked before him, his own form still fully clothed. The power imbalance felt strange, more apparent, but somehow incredibly arousing. He had full control of you, and you loved it.

“You are perfect, my lady.”

You blushed, feeling the best rising above your neck and into your very mind. Sihtric kissed you again, pulling you towards him. One hand travelled all across your body, landing firmly on your ass, and gripping tightly. You had never known someone so sweet to be so . . . commanding.

“Sihtric,” you moaned feeling his hand brush your inner thigh. It was so sensitive, and he hand evens done anything yet. Finally, his rough fingers padded against your clit, your legs spreading just slightly to accommodate him. He trailed his finger up and down slowly, curling ever so slightly, but stopping as your breath hitched in your throat. A quick kiss to your forehead and his fingers were inside, the distraction lasting no time at all. You felt so unbelievably full.

“Fuck,” he whispered, loving the feel of you. You were so warm, so irresistible. Another hand gripped your breast, his forehead resting against yours. Your eyes were screwed shut, unable to hide your small, constant whimpers. His thumb still remained outside, rubbing all of the right places. He was everywhere all at once.

“Fuck, on the bed,” he started, removing his fingers from you quickly, causing you to jolt. He was tender, but seemed altogether impatient. “Please, Y/N.”

You obeyed him, smiling to yourself as you laid on his sheets, touching your breasts, staring at his as the distance between you gave you the safety to tease. He removed his own clothing, admiring you, muttering things like ‘good’ and ‘beautiful’.

You shut your eyes for a moment, and when you reopened them, he was shirtless, his clothes strewn all over his wooden floor. He stalked towards you, a sweet smile mismatching his predatory gaze. You observed all of his scars, some fresh and some old, against his skin. You could truly think of nothing but him.

“Sihtric please, I need you.” You scrambled, wanting to put so many things into words but unable to, wriggling beneath him.

“There is no rush, Y/N. Relax, my pup.” There was the nickname again. You slapped his arm, knowing it would do absolutely nothing. He laughed, climbing to join you on the bed, intense gaze never wavering.

"Are you comfortable?" He asked, both hands on your hips, holding you like you were weightless. His bare chest was addictive, and you practically clawed to get a feel. All you could do in your desperation was nod.

"Tell me, love." this new term suited him well, causing you to whine louder than normal, not wanting to listen to him but doing so all the same. He was just so sweet. Biting his lip, he refused to do anything until you verbalised your thoughts, prolonging your teasing.

"Yes, Sihtric please, Gods," you moaned, begging for more, which he absolutely loved. He was willing to give you everything. Feeling a sense of enormous pride, he couldn't help the confidence that came over him - he was barely doing anything to you and you were a stuttering mess beneath him.

"No, love, the Gods are not here, it's just me," he stroked your throat, pinching your perky nipples, watching as your skin grew redder from the pressure, "you yield to me so sweetly. So well."

As he adjusted your placement underneath him, his arm muscles moved together, as though they were a flowing pattern, working with one another around him. He had been crafted with the most careful hand. You wanted him to devour you.

"I've wanted this for so long," you exclaim, which seems to catch him off guard, despite his role as a skilled warrior. He beams, his eyes shining as he takes another kiss from you, sloppy and rushed, but filled with passion that had been held back for so long. For years.

Before he speaks, he flips you over, onto your stomach, kneading the skin of your ass with one hand and bringing one of your arms behind your back with the other, restraining you somewhat.

"And I too, Y/N. Now that I have you, I will keep you forever. I truly love you," though he promised to be gentle, he slapped your ass, rubbing the soft flesh soon after, causing your frustration to rise.

"Sihtric, I love you too, but if you do not do something soon, I will have to ask another man to hump me," you groaned, knowing it would hit a nerve. You sensed that Sihtric always felt the need to be a good warrior, a great fighter. You wanted him to let loose entirely - to ravage you.

"Then you would have another man sent to an early grave," he came close to your face, pressed into the pillow. He gave you a quick peck to the chest, another slap to your ass, "perhaps filling you up will be the only way to remind you who you belong to."

And with that, he began to push himself inside of you. The pain was instant, his large cock practically tearing you apart, causing you to wince so hard you started to tear up. But this quickly turned into pleasure once he was fully inside, allowing you time to adjust as he stroked your hair a little.

Sihtric was mesmerised by how you took him. You were so unbelievably tight, clenching and squirming, ever the troublesome ward that he knew you as, though to see you give yourself to him in this moment impressed him. He was stripped from his own thoughts, however, when he heard you snivel, concern immediately telling him to check up on you.

"Y/N, my love, are you alright? Is the pain too much?" His concern made you smile, especially as he began stumbling over his own words, back to the Sihtric you knew. He clumsily leaned over to check your face, sighing as he recognised your smile. Though, he surprised himself a little at how much your wet checks turned him on. Your nose had grown red, drying hair all around your face in a tousled mess, your cheeks and eyes glossy. You looked a beautiful mess. Sihtric deemed you his wife then and there.

His aching cock throbbed inside of you, releasing a lengthy moan as he watched you nod and beg for him to start thrusting through the pain, hands barely fitting around his wrist as you grabbed for him.

"You are so needy," he mused unconsciously, beginning a slow rhythm which had you biting the sheets, "you fit so well underneath me. You were made just for me."

"yes, yes, please Sihtric, more." you yearned for his touch even while it was burning into your skin. He towered over you, feeling love and pleasure in excess as he quickened his pace, feeling you all around him, so tight and so eager. This was not how he thought his night would end, with you whimpering beneath him, begging for him and him alone.

You had not expected this either, to crave him so deeply. "More? Y/N, what has become of you?" He asked, taunting you with a chuckle and a pinch to the cheek. You joined him, but your laughter turned into moaning, as he continued with his words, "Anymore and I should have to lock you up, insatiable brat."

You smiled, the sheer size of him brushing up against you and your clit causing you to near the edge. He felt you clenching harder suddenly, basking in the tight muscle around him. You mumbled a pathetic please, and Sihtric almost retorted with something, but your further sniff reminded him to hold back for now. He would save that treatment for another time.

"Come for me, Y/N," was all he needed to say before you were coming for him, his free hand returning to your clit to guide you through the pleasure. You had truly felt nothing like it, understanding now why all those brutes out there cared so much for whoring and claiming their women. If it felt like this, you didn't know how anyone could leave their bedchambers.

Sihtric came not long after you, pumping you full of himself. You felt the liquid drip from out of you, falling down your thigh and onto his bed. He remained inside of you for some time, helping you breathe as the two of you looked at one another. You truly were grateful for Uhtred practically throwing his ale onto you now. Sihtric was too.

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The next morning, Gisela and some of the servants brought out generous amounts of food for the burning heads of the men, smiling as she recalled how she had warned her husband not to take it too far. Osferth expected you any moment now, to sit beside him and ramble about something. When you came in, however, it was beside Sihtric, a slight, almost invisible limp to your walk.

Osferth felt a tinge of disappointment when your nonsense didn't attack his ears. Instead, Sihtric seated himself next to Finan, who smiled slyly at him when you placed yourself on Sihtric's lap. You slapped Finan when he proclaimed that Uhtred now owed him silver. And lots of it.

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moonlight-rider25 · 10 months

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By the River

Word count: 5411 Warnings: RatedXish, smut, angst, Uhtred Smut,

Previously chapter from Eadith’s lady... ...“I watched you slip into his tent last night…” she tells you with a look of drunken disapproval on her face.

You bite back your bottom lip unsure of what to say next. She sighs and casts her look back out towards the group, you peel back the tent, flap a smidge and peer out with her. Uhtred looks back towards the tent and smiles meeting your eye. Eadith, clearly seeing the interaction, no thanks to Uhtred, cranes her head towards you and allows the tent flap to shut.

“Alright you little Sinner… story time…”

You sit on the ground propped up by a bunched up group of furs behind your head, while Eadith sits cross legged, bunching and un-bunching her skirts.

“That's it, that's all there is to say..” You tell her, the ale bottle staggering to and from between your hands.

You decide there is no better time than now to let it all out, all the times you and Uhtred have spent in secret…though you weren't lying when you said you didn’t know what to make of it. It's not as though you had a definite word to tell Eadith as to what you and Uhtred were. There was never any talk of the future and as you explained the situations to her you also began to wonder what it was exactly you and Uhtred were.

The words and stories still coursing through your mind, you sit up and face her.

“What…what do I do, Eadith?” you ask her plainly.

She stares blankly across from herself still fiddling with her skirts as her face makes little expressions.

“...I don’t know..” she says finally. “...But no more secret keeping!” she says with a giggle.

You join her in laughter and turn back on your stomach after slumping back down towards the furs.

Suddenly, the tent flap opens and Sihtric and Finans' faces appear; unpleasant looks painted across their faces.

“Aye, where's the bloody ale!” Finan asks.

You struggle to get up, as does Eadith before you're both face to face with them. Behind Sihtric’s tall shoulder, you spy Uhtred and Osferths close in toe.

“Where's the ale!?” Osferths asks with a smirk.

Eadith and yourself push through the men and prance back out towards the fire with a new bottle of ale ready to fill the men's cups (as you had finished off the prior one). You sit yourself back in your spot between Uhtred and Eadith, this time not avoiding to keep space between yourself and Uhtred. You watch him place himself cautiously on the ground next you and bat your eyes a bit in his direction. He plucks his cup up off the ground and you pour him a new full cup, your hands brushing against each other for a moment and you smile staring down towards his cup. Once full, you retract the bottle and glance up towards his shimmering blue orbs that are staring madly back at you. Your smile widens and you hand the bottle to Eadith who runs around the circle filling the men's cups.

Whilst busy exchanging dangerous glances with Uhtred, you suddenly hear Eadiths wild giggle uproar over the group, and turn towards her. Finan abruptly pulls her down into his lap as she squeals out in excitement trying to avoid his arms. You watch as the two bicker playfully for a moment before she settles into a spot next to him. Eadith casts you a look, that you know all too well. You shoot her back a warning look before turning away and allowing her to enjoy the ale ridden moment she finally has with her one and only; Finan. She smiles towards you as you smile back and watch slightly sickened, at the two who are flirting with each other all too plainly.

Finan passes the bottle to Sihtric and he pours himself a full cup. You spy Osferths face falling as she watches Finan and Eadith act like idiototic love birds before the rest of the group. You swallow hard understanding the poor baby monk's heart is inevitably breaking before the group.

You look over to Uhtred who's leaning back comfortably against his palms eyeing you devilishly; and cast him a flirtatious eye roll.

You extend your arm out to Osferth, which he ignores before bringing his cup to his mouth and downing the cup. He looks apologetically towards you then places his cup at his feet and stands.

" I think it's time I retire for the night," he tells you with a stoic look. "See you all in the morning.." He says faintly while trailing off towards his empty tent. You turn your head back towards the fire where Sihtric and Uhtred meet you with understanding eyes.

Eadith and Finan are still deep in secret conversations with each other, snuggled up beside the fire and you look down away from them before something sparks your attention.

We're all sitting here while they’re being…Eadith and Finan… your mind racing in a million directions.

If we can so easily dismiss our attention from them…surely noone would think anything of Uhtred and… your thought is cut off by Eadiths shriek. She rocks back in Finans arms and you cast your gaze away from the two, yet again. This time you spy Sihtric who has clearly had enough for the display of affection.

"Those two are far too involved with each other…" Sihtric says before finishing his cup of ale.

"Y/N…care to join me in my empty tent?.."

"Sweet dreams Sihtric!" You call to him, cheerfully with a giggle.

Uhtred laughs quietly to himself as you wave Sihtric goodbye. Sihtric scoffs and makes his way towards his and Finans' tent; leaving you and Uhtred alone beside Finan and Eadith, who are far too busy with one another.

The darkness of night guards their privacy far too much as you look away from their faces across the fire. You stare down at the red orange flame dancing upon the logs and after a long moment look up towards Uhtred beside you.

"Think they'll notice?…"

"Nope…" He answers before you can get the words completely out.

It would be far too easy to blame the ale for two mishappenings of the gang tonight, and you're sure you'll be busy, repairing Eadiths reputation and courage in the morning. You look to Uhtred then back down towards the fire again without a word. Unsure that Osferth or Sihtric could be spying from their tents.

"Well…that's quite enough excitement for one night." You say plainly, planting your hands on your knees.

"Goodnight, my Lord." You say quietly before raising to your knees to stand. Uhtred eyes you daringly as you rise from your spot.

"Sweet dreams…Uhtred…" you utter softly under your breath watching his eyes grow with want.

Eadith and Finan watch as you move from the fire and make your way towards yours and Eadiths tent. Uhtred's eyes follow for a brief moment before staring blankly back towards the fire for a few moments. Finan and Eadith focused back on each other, as you hear another shrill giggle escape Eadith before dipping into the flap of your tent. You curl yourself down into your bed on the forest floor snuggling deep into your pile of furs. Just before you roll over, you peer out to see Uhtred's head full of hair, bop back towards his own tent before drifting off to sleep under your furs.

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The shuffling of Eadiths unsteady footsteps awaken you and you roll in your spot watching as she peels the furs from her spot then place them messing on top of herself.

"Well, well, well…" you mumble in a groggy hushed voice.

"Shhhh…, go to sleep Y/N…" She utters in a mumble. "You're not the only one who can keep secrets…" She says with a giggle before tossing herself down into the pile of furs.

You smile to yourself before snuggling back up under your own pile of furs, trying desperately to find a small part that smells of Uhtred for you to drift off to sleep in…

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Within a few hours the relentless sun is shining on your eyes through the faint slit in the tent. You roll over and hear Eadith snoring soundly while trying to fall back to sleep. You toss and turn in place trying to lull yourself back to sleep, with no use. Finally, you lay on your back staring up at the blank tent above you and sigh heavily. Eadith, snoring loudly adjacent to you in her furs; you roll again towards the small slit in the tent and stare out at the dim sunlight. The birds chirp in the distance and hear the horses; tethered to their trees in the distance begin to whinny. You rub your eyes and sit up looking over your shoulder at Eadith yet again; still sound asleep. You take a quiet inhale in and look around the tent for your belongings before throwing them under your arm and making your way out of the tent into the dim sunlight.

Pacing slowly, you follow the hushed sounds of the water through the morning birds calls. You spy an ale cup on the ground by the fire that died through the night and grab it to go along with you. Through the trees you creep slowly trying to trace the sounds of the water rushing downstream you assume. The further you pace the louder the sound of rushing water gets, till you're out of sight from the tents.

Good, at least it's a bit private you think to yourself as you walk further from the campsite. Soon, the morning bird’s calls are being washed out by the sound of running water and you press further into the woods before finally spying the fresh spring; flowing fast just a few yards from where you stand. You creep towards the water in the dim light, careful as to where you step and extend your hand towards the water's edge with the stray ale cup in hand. You reach the shore line and begin to rinse the cup before filling it and bringing it to your lips before you hear a voice.

“Y/N!”

You drop the cup and your belongings, creeping back on all fours away from the edge while peering around through the dim sunlight. Your head casts from side to side trying to locate where the voice came from but soon a faint splash against the dark water gathers your attention.

You hear him chuckle in his deep voice and sit perched on the side of the water clasping your chest still frightened.

“Y/N!” he says again, still laughing.

You take a deep breath in, watching his shadowed figure approach the water line as you sit still grasping your chest.

“What are you doing!” you ask in a hushed voice, your breath slowly steadying.

“Same thing you appear to be doing..” he says with a chuckle still in his voice.

You look towards him, his long hair slicked back with water and his glimmering chest sparkling against the reflection of the water with the early morning sun. He stays put in the rushing water which drowns out most of your voices. Your mind still groggy from sleep, finally snaps to the realization, Uhtred had the same great idea you did… to run down and bathe uninterrupted in the spring while everyone else was asleep. You clear your throat and try to look in a different direction.

“I didn’t mean to disturb you.” you say faintly also realizing your staring right towards his naked body, but inevitably unable to make out any details.

“...Come here…” he says slowly.

Your breath catches in your throat and you whip your head back towards him. You hear him approach from the water and finally see more details as he steps towards you in the dim light. His shadow blocks most of his features but the moment his hand meets your waist you know for sure, this is real; not a dream, not your imagination, not a wish you’ve tried so hard to make come true..

You reach out and pull him against you, his hands gripping firmly at your waist, then his head moves slowly towards you, his brilliant blue eyes glimmering only inches from your face.

“Uhtred!” You whine in a sigh before his lips meet yours finally crashing together as your body spirals out from your control.

His lips meet yours and you allow a hearty moan out from your lungs as you feel him against you.

“”Y/N..” he moans against your mouth as you wrap your arms around his wet neck.

His tongue invades your mouth unapologetically, as his hands roam up the sides of your dress. You cling eagerly to him and press yourself against him hoping you’ll never separate. His mouth searches every crevice of yours as you pant against him, while his hands meet the ground behind you and you lay helpless under him.

Your clothes dampened by him pressed against you, you peer up at his raging blue eyes glimmering above you. His chest rising and falling with his breath as you stare madly back up at the blue orbs that haunt your dreams. Breathless he smiles down at you.

“Y/N.. Care to join me?” he asks in a ragged breath.

…”I thought you’d never ask!” you reply with a faint giggle.

You release him from your grip and sit up slowly. You watch him descend back into the water where you're unable to see any details of his perfectly sculpted body. You lick your lips as you begin untying the laces behind your back. Uhtred splashes playfully and you giggle watching him in the sunlight that glistens off his toned chiseled chest and shoulders, as you reach down and begin removing your many skirts. You drop your outer layer and then your corset watching him as he dances impatiently in the water for you. Finally in your final thin layer you begin to wade into the water up to your calves. Uhtred goes under and then pops back up much closer to you now.

He sits patiently watching you from the water, the sun against his back shines directly on the front of your body. You hold up the skirt of your last layer and wade a bit further into the water, closer towards him. Before the end of your shift gets wet, you take a deep breath and quickly pluck it up over your head and toss it behind you. You’re bare body presented before him, and your breath catches in your throat a bit. You meet his eye for a second before sinking down into the cold water and resurface just out of reach of him. Uhtred slicks his hair back eyeing you and closes the gap in the water between you two.

Your breath is still stuck in your lungs, you're unsure if it’s from the cold water, or being bare naked so close to him. He pulls you in and you clasp your hands around his neck as he hold onto you, pulling you off out towards the deeper water. Soon, you're unable to touch the bottom and cling around Uhtred's huge bulging neck and shoulders trying not to show how fearful you are in the deep waters. He smiles down at you as you cling helplessly against him.

“I won’t let you go..” he tells you calmly through a smile.

You try your best to keep afloat only hanging on to his neck as he walks deeper still into the dark waters.

Maybe not right now… you think to yourself biting back your bottom lip.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you towards him as he walks further into deep water. Soon, you're completely out of reach of anything around you, and your mind can no longer avoid the danger lurking beneath your feet.

You instinctively cling to him, wrapping your legs around his waist and pull yourself up onto him.

“Uhtred!” you gasp, panicking against him.

He stares into your eyes, calm as ever with a smirk, and you try your best to match his energy.

“Don’t be scared..” he tells you quietly, leaning in towards you closer.

Your core against him as you cling to him helplessly, panting a bit in panic as you cling to the huge strong man you're holding on to.

By now, your fingernails must be cutting little half moons into the skin around his neck. You take a sharp breath in peering around at the open water.

“Uhtred, I don’t like open water!” you tell him with a ragged breath.

He chuckles and you try to grip yourself closer to him, which at this point is virtually impossible.

“I can tell!” he says with a laugh.

You peer into his blue eyes and hold him tightly against you, as if he is the only life raft on the open sea.

Although you try your hardest to understand him being able to find humor in this moment, you frantically peer around at the water, still panicking.

“Uhtred please!” you beg in a worried tone.

You’re sure he can feel you shaking against him, seeing as the whole front of your body down to your core is pressed up as tight as you can possibly be against him.

“Uhtred!” You say again, unable to conceal your fear any longer.

“Y/N!” he says back with a laugh.

“Uhtred!” you say almost shouting now.

He stares you in the eyes and you shake against him.

“Put your feet down..” he tells you through a laugh.

“No! I’ll..”

“Y/N!” he says again, almost irritated this time. “Put your feet down!”

You quake against him, blinking back the tears welling up in your eyes.

“Trust me, and put your feet down…” he says softer.

You close your eyes still clinging helplessly around his neck and place your feet down, feeling the water's floor beneath you, and rising a bit as you regain your feet and stand up.

Your eyes burst open and you see him laughing wholeheartedly at you as you stand a few inches above him. You exhale heavily and back up a few more steps away from him realizing you're on the shore again. You watch as he gyrates with laughter, the water barely covering his waist and you instinctively sink down to cover your bare breasts exposed in the process.

“Uhtred!’ You exclaim a final time, trying not to join him in his fit of laughter but inevitably joining.

He tries to calm himself, still smiling as he creeps towards you on the water's edge. You sit watching him laugh as he creeps further up the edge of the water where you’re seated. He crawls up over your body and you once again cling around his neck. You peer up into his blue eyes sparking down on you and reach your neck up with your lips to meet his.

“I can't swim!” you blurt out against him.

He laughs, placing his forehead tenderly against yours.

“...I noticed,” he says with a smile.

He collides his lips back with yours. You suck in a deep inhale and press your mouth against his. He moans against you, his hand slipping around your back and pulling your body closer to his. You arch up against him, feeling his hard cock pressing against your thigh. You press yourself against him, trying to pull him down onto you but are abruptly stopped when he releases you and wades back towards the deeper water.

…”Do you trust me..?” He asks wiping water from his face.

You sit squirming a bit before slowly standing and allowing him to take in full view of your completely unclothed body. Your skin goosebumped in the cold air and you take deep meaningful breaths as you wade into the cool water towards him. He watches you as you slowly make your way to him, shivering but not from the cold of the water.

You reach out and wrap your hands around his neck, while he reaches up and grasps you by your waist again. You take a final deep breath and feel your feet lift off the bottom of the deep water floor. He reaches down and meets your lips with his, while you wrap your legs around his huge toned waist. This time not being as afraid, as you cling against him. Your aching core brushing up against his chiseled abs as you moan against him. Your tongues intertwine as you comb your fingers through his wet hair devouring his taste and grinding against him.

“I trust you Uhtred..” You tell him through a ragged breath.

His lips eagerly meet yours again. You squirm against him, your body burning hot and warming all the water around you as he wades up again out of the deep waters. He places you carefully on your back, his body concealing yours from the sun shining through the trees above you. You graze your hands along his jawline, feeling his wet chin hair against your fair fingertips as you suck at his mouth relishing in his sweet taste. He reaches down between your legs and you spread them open for him, wrapping them around his waist and urging him towards you.

His head cranes down in the crook of your neck

“Do you want this?” he asks in a kind, breathless whisper.

You push him up enough to meet his lips again and pant against him.

“Yes! I want it, I want you!... …I want you… now!’ You plead against his mouth.

His hand between your thighs trails down closer towards your core and you gasp as his blunt fingertips gently brush against your aching center.

You feel him smile against your lips as he touches you and you moan out against him. His eyes peer down at you glimmering a new blue you've never seen before. You moan and arch yourself back, panting, as his fingers trace the sensitive outline of your center. You reach down trying to find his hard cock to stoke and make him need you as much as you need him. He moans against you when you finally grasp him. You shoot him a devilish look and try eagerly to line your core up with him, pressing your bare breasts out against him as he pants above you.

You line him up and reach your neck up to his lips, feeling the ever slight touch of his huge beating member brushing up against your center. The cold water cascading at your feet as you pant against him and finally feel his huge round tip push through your quaking folds. You cling desperately against him and arch yourself up towards him as you try to fill yourself faster with his huge beating member.

“Uhtred!” you gasp, biting into his shoulder, digging your teeth deep into his sensitive skin as you moan.

He groans out against you and pushes further into your slick aching folds.

You dig your fingers into his huge wet back, below his neck as you thrust up against him. His head cranes up and you watch as his eyes blink open and closed, as he bites back his bottom lip. You crane your neck up and meet his mouth sucking at his swollen bottom lip and finally, he presses you flat against the waters edge. Your back digging into the sand and stones beneath you as you feel his huge ember fill you entirely.

You pant against him loudly as he stares down at you. You suck at his mouth trying to taste his determination for not having plunged deep into you long before this. You dig your heels into his thighs as he pulls out and slams back in against you, sending your whole body jolting as you cling against him. You both moan out, and you dig your nails further into the skin on his back.

“Uhtred!..” You moan against him.

He thrusts deep back in and out again, sending your body cascading into spasms of ecstasy…

~~~~

Hours later, deep in the woods you find yourself in an even more uncomfortable predicament than usual.

"Come on ladies, what's with you today!? Put a little pep in those steps!" Finan calls over his shoulder with more Sarcasm than you care to pay attention to.

Eadith rolls her eyes and scoffs before turning towards you.

"Let's go.." She says with a sigh.

You grit your teeth and brace yourself yet again trying to hold yourself in the saddle from the gyrations that occur from the horse.

Women having babies and riding back home hours later were a goddamn wonder to you at the moment. The truth was; you were sore. Really sore! And with every little bump and jostle of the ride on the horse, your core was not feeling any better.

You tried your best to grin and bear it and couldn't help but allow a smile to grow across your face when you remembered the reason why you were sore to begin with…nonetheless, this ride was traitorous.

Hours later. You finally arrive between the gates of Corfe, eager to get off your house and take a seat on something much more forgiving…other than Uhtred…

The group gathers outside the local tavern and you jump off all to eagerly adjusting your skirts as the men eye you suspiciously. Uhtred has a faint smirk in his face as he sits on his horse still watching you. You play it off and begin unpacking your bedding before the rest of the group while they mount up and tether their horse securely nearby. You gather your belongings over your shoulder and wait patiently for the rest of the group before entering in towards the tavern nearby.

"You alright?" Eadith asks with a suspicious look.

You side eye her as you both pace on after the men waltzing up towards the entrance of the tavern.

"Oh, I’m great!” You tell her through a slick smile. “...Details later…" you tell her hushed as you both watch the men insert themselves through the entrance.

Inside, like much of the other ale house taverns you've stayed in, it is dimly lit, musty smelling and filled with local drunks. Nonetheless, you and Eadith smile politely, tipping your heads towards the ones that notice you, as you trail in after the men before you. Your arms, as well as Eadiths are very full and you accidentally stumble into her as she drops a bag from her filled arms.

“Shoot!” she says bending over and trying to gather the bottles that have rolled out across the floor in front of her. You place your stuff on the dinghy floor and quickly try to gather the medical tonics. A few gentlemen stir and laugh while you and Eadith rush to grab the items near their feet, while another younger looking man, quietly bends down and tries to gather some along with the two of you.

“Thank you so much” Eadith tells the man graciously as she gathers the bottles from him.

The young man, seemingly not too intoxicated and clearly kindhearted, smiles at Eadith with a blush on his face and brushes back his longer hair behind his ear. A heavy set man, one you recall pointing and laughing moments earlier, grips the young kind boy by his shoulder and roars with laughter in his ear towards Eadith.

“Ahh, don’t pay any attention to these witch whores, my boy..” He belts out as the other men nearby roar in laughter.

The young boy's face turns solemn and concerned as the large and clearly very inebriated man turns to face him. He shakes the young boy aggressively by the shoulders and stares deep into his helpless sorrowful face.

“...They’ll suck your soul right out of your johnny and sell it to the devil himself…all while making you pay handsomely for it…” He adds with a loud fit of laughter.

“You watch your tongue!” Eadith spits towards the large man.

He eyes her precariously, up and down her fair dressed body.

“Eadith, don’t mind him, let's just go..” You tell her quietly while packing the bottles into her bag.

She shoots you a daring look, furry and anger built up behind her eyes.

“No, they have no right to speak to us that way!” She says, peering back towards the man.

He casts the kind boy aside and steps closer towards you and Eadith.

“Oh, I don't, do I?” He says with alcohol thick on his breath.

He reaches out and grabs Eadith by the arm in a tight grip, she winces at his touch, while a few other men back you against a table and grip you harshly as well.

“Let us see what I’ll be calling you two she devils, when you’re under me!” He screams around the crowd.

The men around begin to chant and roar.

The ugly fat man is face to face with Eadith; spitting angrily against her face as he speaks, while you feel yourself being lifted up off the ground and drop the satchel of medical bottles again. The men begin to trail down the hallway with you in hand when you hear a voice boom over the fit of evil laugher filling the air.

“Gentlemen!” His deep stoic voice booms over the crowd.

Sihtric and Finan throw a few warning blows to the men who are holding you and they cower away quickly.

“I do not believe King Edward would take kindly to how you’re addressing his own personal healers of Wessex!..” Uhtred speaks directly down to the fat man whose grip has now released Eadith.

You and Eadith gather your stuff from the floor again, quickly. You both peer around the crowd and scurry off towards Osferth who beckons you towards him, away from the gathering of men. You both scurry away towards him, hearing Uhtred's voice address the crowd who have caused more of a commotion than you’re sure they wished. Sihtric and Finan, stand flipping their small hand daggers around in the air as Uhtred continues to scold the crowd of grown men.

“...You and your friends are unwelcome here as long as we’re here..” he tells the fat man peering down into his round appalled face. “Now get out, before me and my men throw you out..” He tells him directly pointing towards the door.

The other men have already backed slowly towards the door, while the little fat leader peers up into Uhtred's eyes, wanting to make a show of his disgrace for the crowd.

“This is my tavern, you and your men are going to have to throw me out if you don’t want to see the sight of me..” He says as bravely as he can.

Uhtred stands above staring deeply down at the troublemaker and wipes a smirk from his face.

“...Very well…” He says turning back to face Sihtric and Finan with a knowing look.

Sihtric and Finan look at eachother and nod, before hesitantly approaching the fat little man, presumably pissing himself by now.

Over the crowd Uhtred's eye meets with yours as you stand beside Eadith and Osferth. He casts you a look of sorrow and pity, with which you tilt your head a bit and bat your eyes towards him. He holds his gaze for a moment before turning back towards the clearly intimidated fat man and instantly pulls his huge arm up back behind his head and swiftly punches the fat man in the jaw; his round little body growing limp instantly as he falls to the floor.

Uhtred huffs a bit before spitting on the man while Finnan and Sihtric grab the limp round body and drag him out the doorway. Uhtred casts his gaze towards you again; as he paces huge strides towards you, straightening his shirt and clutching his sword in his belt. You roll your eyes a bit trying to bite back your smirk as he makes his way over to the three of you.

“Shall I show you ladies to your room?” he asks, a bit breathless as you and Eadith follow him down the dark hallway towards the inn's rooms.

You shake your head a bit at Eadith, who is all too busy giggling herself to death; as you pace into the darkness with Osferth close in toe.

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silverflameataraxia · 2 years

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I said this light's about to break

And all the darkness fade away

Just breathe on

Coming after you

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Children of Ash and Willow | Masterlist

Hello everyone! If you've read some of my blurbs related to The Last Kingdom. You've most likely read about my oc's Sanna and Noora Arkyniktdottir. The blurbs that have been posted are out-of-order little bits of a bigger fan fic I've been in the process of writing. Below is a summary/backstory of the fan fic. I hope it makes it easier to understand and helps you in the future when I get around to writing and posting the chapters.

Sanna Arkyniktdottir daughter of Arkyn Arkynson and Nesta a shieldmaiden. Her father came to England with Earl Ragnar. He was given land near Earl Ragnar's. Sanna and her younger sister Noora were raised being close to Young Ragnar and Torah. Eventually befriending the Saxon children. Brida and Uhtred. Her father was different than most Danes. He didn't go around killing and burning down villages. Instead, he used intimidation as a weapon. Demanding Saxon villagers to teach them how to grow their crops, and how to take care of their lands. King Aethelred then later King Alfred were worried that her father would gain popularity and become a threat. He was right about one thing. Her father was popular. Among Saxon and Dane alike. He was respected enough that everyone knew who he was. He was ahead of his time when it came to making peace among all people.

Upon hearing about Earl Ragnar's death, and that Uhtred had been responsible for it, Sanna decided to track done the Saxon-born, Dane-raised man she once knew as a child. And along the way, she will learn love, pain, and sacrifice.

Children Of Ash and Willow: Every chapter has it’s own warning. Her story is her own. It will not strictly follow the tv show/books series. The first few chapters are set in before and in season one, and will be about events in which Sanna was involved in. Most of the chapters with heavily AU.

Chapter One: - Arriving Home

Chapter Two: - Into the Woods

Chapter Three - Bloody Wedding (coming soon)

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Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (XVI): Love Story.

Imagine you are the Lady of Mercia and Osferth is your knight.

Warnings: soft smut, drama, angst.

Warnings 2: slightly divergence with “The Last Kingdom”’s events, with you being the daughter of Æthelflæd and Uhtred, prepared to the role dutifully.

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• We were both young when I first saw you. I close my eyes and the flashback starts… I'm standin' there on a balcony in summer air. See the lights, see the party, the ball gowns. See you make your way through the crowd and say, "Hello". Little did I know…

It all starts when you two are young. Osferth has just recently met Uhtred, promptly embraced by this warrior who is to be half Dane, half Saxon, when lady Æthelflæd thought wise to prepare you to succeed her.

By then you and him are in your late teenager days. You do not know yet, though you may suspect, that Lord Æthelred is not your father, a man who inspires no sympathy of his subjects, dismissing you a paternal concern that, how curiously, Uhtred doesn’t hesitate in giving you.

“Lady Y/N”, Uhtred side smirks when seeing you. He can tell this growing beauty has his eyes and the man takes pride in gazing at you. But the secrecy must remain what is, a secret. “What a delight is to see you again.”

Due to recent events, which are a mix of your father’s death and the treachery of some of the Mercian aldermen, this infamous pagan warlord comes to protect your mother as part of his vow to the House of Wessex.

“My lord Uhtred”, you nod your head, unable to explain the instant sympathy the man inspires you, notwithstanding the differences in your creed. “I pray to find you well, my mother has been looking a great deal to seeing you again.”

He laughs, a sound you are most familiar with. It is a secret to none that he is your mother’s lover.

“Likewise, young lady. This is Osferth, by the way”, Uhtred presents one to the other, unknowing he’s planting a deadly seed.

Osferth steps forward. This tall man inspires you butterflies in your stomach, a feeling that you, however, promptly dismiss.

“My lord”, you curtsy graciously.

“Lady”, he avoids your gaze, nodding his head. “A pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Osferth is a very good warrior, Y/N”, says Uhtred, amused by the teenager awkwardness. “He’s proven his worth and thus is here with me. Osferth, stay here with lady Y/N all the whilst I have matters to attend.”

Just like that he leaves you both. There is an awkward silence hanging between you two, so you opt to make things easier by breaking it:

“Is this the first time you stay on Mercia?”

“Nay, lady”, he slowly raises his eyes only to meet a pair of y/c irises staring at him. “I’ve been at Uhtred’s service for a few years since…eh… since I left my order.”

“Order?”, you repeat, rather intrigued. “Is my lord a priest?”

Osferth chuckles. You particularly swoon at his smile, at how handsome he is, but the pride that comes with your station prevents you to show it.

“I was, or rather am, a monk, lady.”

A small exchange of smiles occurs between you and him.

“How a monk then came to serve the great warrior Uhtred Ragnarsson?”

“This is a long conversation, lady.”

“Well, Monk Osferth, I have the time.”

***

• That you were Romeo, you were throwin' pebbles and my daddy said, "Stay away from Juliet". And I was cryin' on the staircase. Beggin' you, "Please don't go, " and I said…

Æthelflæd raises her eyebrows when seeing how all of a sudden you are engaging in a conversation with Osferth when you have never had eyes to somebody else.

“You should not be so demanding to her”, says Uhtred, as they all gather at the table for a supper. “She found in Osferth a good companion, is all.”

“I can see the way she looks at him”, says the lady in a disapproving tone. “She will, when God wills it, be my heiress. She should know where this will lead her to.”

Uhtred limits himself giving her a look that she understands well. At times he wishes he could be more… present in your life. But in many ways he is.

As he observes you and Osferth cautiously now, he thinks wise to interfere.

“Y/N…”,Uhtred calls you. “Your mother wishes you to be more focused in your duties.”

“I do what she asks and more”, you sigh. “She is never pleased with anything I do.”

“It is the way of things. Kings and queens put duties over their sentiments”, says the warlord. “Most times they require personal sacrifices.”

You are tempted to argue, but seeing reason in his speech, what else is there to speak? You nod and giving Osferth a meaningless look, you depart without saying anything.

Osferth watches you go and, when noticing where his eyes follow, Uhtred clears his throat.

“Be careful, boy. Some prizes are too high to aim.”

The monk blushes at once.

“What is it you say, lord? I am but a bastard, a monk who, by chance, follows you in your wars.”

Uhtred side smirks in response.

“Youth can be misleading, this is all I can offer as an advice.”

But some part of the younger male wishes he’d have more time with you… however impossible it is.

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• Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone. I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run. You'll be the prince and I'll be the princess. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes"…

You do not see him again. It takes years until tragedy reunites one with the other. Until then you slowly grow into a different woman.

Your mind is well versed in politics and languages, at least knowing enough of Latin to understand the scriptures. You try to follow your mother’s steps, but this comes with a price.

Even Lady Æthelflæd is aware of the subtle changes in your personality. Where’s that characteristically joy that used to spark behind your y/c eyes? She misses it. As well as your innocence. Would time steal it from you?

At first she opts to ignore it. But not even her loyal adviser is blind to the loneliness you go through.

“It would do well if Lady Y/N had some companions to spend her time with. However is her position now or in the future ahead, she must not live isolated.”

Æthelflæd considers. But whilst she asks him to look for suitable companions, the role of a mother, which she often mistook as the same of a queen, leads her to a shadowy road.

“Y/N”, she comes to your chambers and doesn’t like seeing some sort of melancholy in you.

“Yes, my lady?”, you stand and curtsy.

Æthelflæd swallows the hurt when seeing it’s the queen you greet, not the mother.

“We must speak.”

“Have I done any wrongs?”

“It is not about that. I fear I have isolated you. I was… concerned you might suffer mundane influences which I attempted to prevent you to succumb.”

A flash of anger is perceived in your eyes. To your mother this is better than apathy.

“I am never good enough for you, aren’t I? You take the few friends I have and send them away. If I recall your words, all was done under the pretense of following duty.”

An argument is inevitable. There is only so much you can do to hold back the temper that is an inheritance of your mother and your father, though Æthelflæd credits the latter for it.

She hears the accusations in silence. An explosion is better than a cold storm, so the queen judges.

In the meantime the royal household is trembling, Osferth has been living quietly, fighting his wars and drinking his ale. The monk clearly breaks any celibate oath by getting himself involved with women.

“It so appears that our baby monk is not a baby anymore”, so Finan cackles.

“A man does what he does”, he shrugs his shoulders.

How can it be, though, that his thoughts never left aside the only lady he’d commit his heart to? Remorse soon comes when thinking that you’d not do what he did, knowing your character. Glooming soon comes… washing away what he judges to be weakness of his flesh.

As Uhtred likes to quote, though, destiny is all and soon it works to tie his life to yours.

Despite amending relations with your mother, you have never been the same. Duty has forged you into an iron lady prepared to embrace the arduous task to inherit a crown that deep inside your heart you’ve never wanted it.

Nonetheless, once you prove how dutiful you are and how sharp is your wit, the witan somehow feels at easy when looking at you as your mother’s heiress.

And the day where you are expected to become Lady of the Mercians comes sooner than expected.

“I have to deliver grave news to you, child”, and without wasting time, she tells you that she’s dying.

Naturally, you are shocked.

“This cannot be!”

“It is the will of God and we must respect it. Soon, transition will occur as we have planned all these years. Listen to me, Y/N, you are ready.” For the first time in a while she looks a mother to you. “I am proud of you, my daughter.”

You lean against her forehead and, letting a sob escape, you say:

“I shall not disappoint you, mother.”

“You could never”, and she kisses your forehead, thus reconciling permanently with you.

As she secretly requests the presence of Uhtred, you are going outside to fetch a messenger when you are surprised by his presence.

“My lord!”

“Where is she?”, by the grave expression on his face, you know he’s already been informed of her condition.

“At her bedchambers”, and it’s when you see him.

Osferth stands in the corridors, his eyes reminding you of those of a lost puppy’s. Courties come and go but you two freeze in time and space.

He knows and you know. With a movement of your head, you indicate him to follow. Discreetly he does, going after you somewhere that you know it’s not well guarded—in the past it used to be the spot where your mother welcomed Uhtred.

“Lady Y/N”, Osferth isn’t sure how to address you, how to even look at you.

For one moment neither do you. It seems as these last years turned one stranger to the other, and perhaps to avoid this odd sensation, you are the one to take his hand in yours.

“My lord”, you speak in short breath. “Osferth.”

“I thought we would never meet again”, says he, daring to raise his eyes.

Studying you, Osferth sees how grown you are. How beautiful you have become with eyes dark as coal and softened features, with y/c locks falling in one long braid. There is sadness behind your y/c eyes and God knows how he wishes to take it away.

When leaning his hand to stroke your cheek, you lean it against his palm, searching for comfort. For the very first time in years you shed a tear.

“I am alone in this world, Osferth. My life is not mine. They forbid me to nurture sentiments of any nature. I am caged.”

“This is not true, lady. I’m here and will never leave your side, this I vow. I did try to forget you in the past”, he admits. “The deep affection there is in my heart admonished my weakness. I cannot nor will I ever be so blunt in letting you to yourself.”

“I am expected to remain chaste”, you sob. “Or at least to marry someone else. Save me, my lord. Save me from my fate.”

“There is little need to protest against destiny”, says Osferth. “You were born for this, lady. God has put you where you should be. I’ll be here for you. Whatever comes, I’ll be beside you.”

You bury your face to his neck, bursting into tears. Osferth is tensed at such proximity, but when he embraces you, his concerns dissipate. Your smell brings him peace and as he rocks you in his arms, he realizes how much he loves you.

Oh, what a misfortune to love a star that is too high to grasp! But Osferth has been accustomed to the night to be drowned in hopelessness. What is he but a moon in search of the sun, contemplating the vast of the galaxy?

Nevertheless, the love he feels for you is inexplicable, inexpressible, irreversible.

“My lady”, he speaks in his husky tone, reluctantly parting from you. “We must go. We cannot take so long. I wish we had more time…”

“Osferth.”

“Yes?”

“Can you do at least one thing for me?”

“Anything, lady”, he takes your hands and presses a hand in each.

“Stay with me. Never leave my side, no matter the circumstances. Be the knight I want you to be.”

Osferth knows what you ask is too much of him. Especially now how acutely aware he is where came from this pair of dark coal eyes that stares at him.

Nevertheless, he’s been too weary to stay far from you. Even if he cannot have you, the warrior monk knows he has no strength to stay away from you anymore.

“I will do as my lady commands me to.”

That being said, Osferth does a bold move that surprises you both. He takes you by your waist and kisses you at long last.

***

• So I sneak out to the garden to see you. We keep quiet, 'cause we're dead if they knew. So close your eyes, escape this town for a little while, oh oh…

You are promptly acknowledged as Lady of The Mercians, the rightful successor of Lady Æthelflæd. Duty compels you to act as honorably as you can, showing the witan and your royal uncle how sharped is your wit.

There present is Lord Uhtred, who ensures his natural daughter is safe, that the transition to power occurs smoothly.

But at the end of the day you wish to see only one person. And when everyone else is sleeping, your loyal friend lady Ælfgifu brings him to your privy quarters.

“Lady”, Osferth is surprised at your summon. “Is there something wrong?”

He drinks the view of you, trying not to succumb his lust. Years have passed since he took the oath of not letting be slaved by his flesh, especially regarding his feelings for you.

Now, the sight of your long loose hair and the nightgown that covers poorly your body, letting be captured in glimpses your firm breasts, makes Osferth face an internal battle.

“There is nothing wrong, my love. Fear not”, you short the distance between you two feigning a confidence you lack. “I am my own mistress here, Osferth.”

He gives you a cautious look.

“Time has played with us, has it not?”, the monk muses. “However, my lady, we must not be imprudent. I stand here as you wish, but I am not going to be unwise and put you at risk.”

“I understand my mother has done a vow which I intend to keep. In the meantime she has met the man I know now as my father in secrecy. We could do the same.”

“If you are certain this will not…”

But his words die at how close you two are. What time has repressed, no iron is suffice to hold back now it’s loose. Osferth himself forgets reason when his lips collide against yours and his arms are all around you.

Sighing in content, never before you felt a mistress of yourself as in that moment. When his breath and yours are combined, his strong body warming yours, your fingers let loose in his face, his features, his hair.

All the whilst his tongue dances with yours, his long and callous hands play with your hair and work quickly to remove your fabric. Once he leads you to bed, he pauses a moment to hold your face gently:

“My lady wife.”

“My lord husband”, you beam at the secrecy with which you and him express at last the true sentiments and desires to each other.

Even if this love story is not having the end you’d like, it is already written more pleasant than you’d conceived.

As his mouth drinks in your skin, his tongue twirling around your neck, his hands gently spread your legs, placing himself in between as his mouth starts to cup each nude breast. Devouring your nipples like a hungry man, Osferth for few seconds forgets he is the one experienced…

“Why did you stop”, you moan in protest when seeing this handsome and strong man right where you want him to be.

Osferth smiles at you, a smile that brightens his face which in turn makes you beam at such a view.

“I remember my lady that I must have utmost care with you, considering you are a damsel.”

You narrow your eyes at him.

“Is it a way to remind me you have had others in your bed, lord?”

Osferth’s smile quickly dismisses as he crawls over you.

“Lady, whilst it is true I have not behaved well in the past, I am being careful to you. We are already doing it unlawfully…”

“Oh shush! This is not the moment nor the time to…”

And here you are pleasantly swallowed his fervent kisses. Where Osferth is shy and discreet when he’s with others, right here with you he’s every inch the man you’ve read in books. Even more.

When his hand slides to your womanhood, there is no shadow of doubts or jealousy, but two hearts united in one purpose. And this is as holy as mundane, as sacred as profane, from the moment he slides in you only soon to seed you, providing a new delight never before you considered proving.

***

• Romeo, save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think. He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring and said, "Marry me, Juliet. You'll never have to be alone. I love you and that's all I really know. I talked to your dad, go pick out a white dress. It's a love story, baby, just say, "Yes". Oh, oh, oh. 'Cause we were both young when I first saw you

You receive a visit of Lord Uhtred, who’s been too suspicious of the reason you’ve been keeping Osferth wherever you go.

“Lady Y/N, may we have a word?”, he is somewhat surprised to see you fitting well in your new role.

In spite of the burden that being the sole ruler of Mercia carries, you’ve been continuing with the hard work of your mother. Some advisors, already perceiving that you hold a favourite in the person of your dearest knight, who does not meddle in politics, keep a blind eye to his person. But will others do the same notwithstanding your utmost discretion?

“Yes, lord Uhtred. You know you are welcome here”, you dismiss the council and receive him like a daughter receives a father.

The tender gesture does not go unnoticed by the man, who softens before you.

“So much like your mother”, Uhtred whispers, a sad smile crossing his lips. “Even in temper.”

“We had our differences”, you say, leaving a hint of a resentment that never truly healed. You wish you had been better as a daughter, more committed to the cause she stood for. You try amending the remorse by doing what she’d do… though this does not mean you forget your secret vows exchanged with Osferth.

Uhtred studies you for a moment and it’s almost as if he can tell what’s been left unsaid.

“We all did, but you are doing a good work here. She would be proud of you. Leaving these matters aside, I am not here to discuss the rather unpleasant businesses King Edward’s been having with Mercia.”

You ask servants to fetch yourselves wine and food before gallantries are set aside for politics. To your surprise, however, what Uhtred comes to discuss with you is in regard of your relationship with Osferth.

“Lord!”

“There is no need to protest. I am not here to admonish you for what I’ve done myself”, says he. “Whoever you lies with is your problem, Y/N. But the point is…the oath your mother took was only performed after you were adult and well looked after. You need to continue the lineage if you do not wish that Mercia falls onto the hands of Wessex.”

“I do not think the aldermen will accept Osferth as my husband”, you hesitate.

“There may be some elements they might consider”, Uhtred strokes his chin. “Do you love this man, Y/N Y/LN?”

You smile at the question posed. Uhtred can tell you do love his baby monk, unbelievable as it is that Osferth conquered the lady of Mercia’s heart. He scoffs at it.

“I do”, and then as if hesitating, you ask: “Will you give us your blessing?”

Uhtred never considered that you’d outwit him and your mother, but looking at the sagacity with which you’ve been conducting Mercian affairs, is it really difficult to believe you’ve known all this time?

“I personally think you deserve better”, the warlord teases you. “But alas, aye! He will look after you, I’m sure.”

You nod your head, thankful for his blessing. Then a moment of silence passes before Uhtred says:

“How long have you known?”

“Long enough”, your smile spreads. “What a shame is that I will never be able to acknowledge you as my father in public.”

“It matters not”, he says. “What is more relevant is that you are well and conducting your affairs properly, something of which I’ve never harbored doubts. I’m proud of you.”

A delight this reunion proves to be, giving your heart the balsam you need.

You are lawfully married to Osferth before selected witnesses on a sacred day. You ensure to bring your half-siblings for the ceremony, particularly bonding to Stiorra, who, despite the differences in creed, proves to be the sister you wish you had back in your youth.

At the feast, the aldermen present themselves. Not many are content with the choice, but if the blood of Ælfred does not meddle in Mercian matters, then all is well.

“You look beautiful, lady”, Osferth smiles as you two dance beautifully in your own ways after receiving the blessing of the priest. “I never thought I’d see this day come.”

“It did, husband”, you smile back and he notices the old glee once spotted in your eyes long time ago have now returned. “I’ve always had my faith this would somehow end well for us.”

“Praise the Lord”, says he.

An exchange of loving glances is enough before the bedding parade is announced. You see Uhtred is sighing heavily, opting for not partaking of the boasting. Some aldermen snort at it for its pagan nature.

But some traditions survive the time. Therefore, you play the role of a damsel, whose gown is stripped on your way to your bedchambers, as Osferth does the same. He laughs as Finan teases him, as well as their other mates, considering they were more than familiar with Osferth’s history before you came along.

Now here you two are, alone at last.

“It brings me great relief, in all honesty, that we are no longer hidden in secret”, he admits, lying on his elbow as he admires you openly.

“As it does to me, though what we have is not a burden, never was.”

“I know”, he takes your hand and brings it to his lips. “I only wish we had not taken such a long time.”

“It all happened in due time”, you smile before pulling him to you.

One kiss is enough to make Osferth’s mind go blank as well as yours. Thus it is this love story is sealed with a carnal union that mirrors that of the soul.

***

• Epilogue.

Some years later…

You pat your growing belly, watching with concern as Osferth teaches Edgar how to manage a sword.

“You must first learn how to unsheathe the sword, boy”, he speaks patiently. “And only then you will swing the basis like this…”

Edgar has the dark eyes of your father, but the hair of your husband. Except by these features, it’s a common consent that Mercia’s next ruler is very much like you.

“Be careful, husband! Edgar is not yet five”, you say, at the same time keeping an eye to the maids who look after Ædyth, 3, and Osbert, 2.

When Osferth meets your gaze, you still freeze, mesmerized by the unique kind of joy only a man like him could make you feel. After all these years? Always, you’d say to your sister.

“I will, my love. I assure you that, whatever has Finan told you about me, I’ve grown prudent”, he chuckles.

“I’m just assuring you, this is all.”

“You are fussing”, you hear a familiar voice that makes you turn your head to. It’s Stiorra, the happily queen of York. “You didn’t think I’d miss your labor, would you?”

At times you forget your belly is heavier…

“With many matters to attend, my sister, I honestly wouldn’t expect you to. But you know how grateful I am by your company.”

The thread is briefly interrupted as you are distracted by the shout of your youngest children. Osbert is crying for a reason and Ædyth is claiming she can hold a sword.

You give Stiorra a look before playing the role of a mother. As Osferth fussed with his son’s hair, thus finishing the training, his eyes linger at the familiar scenario.

“Who’d ever known we would come all this way?”, when he turns it’s Finan who speaks.

Today, he came with Uhtred for a familiar visit that has, however, political implications. It appears that Brida has been planning a vengeance at Uhtred, so the northern warlord came to ask for Mercian aid—specially when your royal uncle is not excited at the prospect of borrowing your father some men to impede this alleged Danish invasion.

“God writes in mysterious ways”, says the former monk.

“You deserve this, my friend. You have a wife who loves you, and she is rich, possessing lands and enough silver for a lifetime”, both friends laugh at his remark. “And what about your children? I’ll ensure that Edgar is training by my sons’ side when time is come.”

“You can always bring them here”, suggests Osferth. “Y/N doesn’t want to acknowledge but in due time our boy will have his own household, so he must be surrounded by good and loyal friends.”

“I’ll consider it with my wife. It’s an excellent suggestion”, Finan agrees.

As the day turns into night and the guests, as well the children, are set to sleep, Osferth and you finally have a moment to yourselves.

“What a day”, says he in the moment he slides at his side of the bed.

“Indeed. Grandmother has been very, uh, busy with our children. I fear she might spoilt them too much”, you shake your head, in reference to the King Ælfred’s wife who’s been with you since your mother’s premature demise.

Osferth is on his elbow, stroking your hair as he ensures you are comfortable.

“She enjoys a privilege few do: meeting her great-grandchildren, another generation of the old king’s blood.”

You lean into his touch, locking hands with his, watching your husband blow away a few candles.

“You bring me great delights, my love.”

“The seed is strong”, he teases you, making you chuckle quietly.

“Don’t be silly, Osferth.”

With moonlight finding its way stubbornly through half closed curtains, you see the gaze your husband casts at you. You lift your hand to play with his short hair before stroking his face.

No words are needed.

As you smile and he smiles too, you peck his lips. It is a love story and both of you said yes to it. Such is what the pens of future scribes will register.

Others will write songs. The Lady and Her Knight will echo through the centuries, with your descendants still on power somehow by the 18th century…

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fan-fantasies · 2 years

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The Last Kingdom Masterlist

**means smut

Uhtred x Reader

Protect Her

Finan x Reader

A Good Woman**

Find a Way

Osferth x Reader

Skills of a Warrior**

I Will Not Fight

You are Everything

Lady in Waiting**

Care For You**

Perfect Timing

Sigtryggr x Reader

Weakness

Strength** (P.2 to Weakness)

A New Life

I Shouldn’t**

Heal Me

Fight Me

Shadow Queen Part One Part Two**

Knowledge is Power

A Celebration**

Sihtric x Reader

The Quiet One** Part two**

Prompt 60

Series

What a Fool (Sihtric x reader, Finan x reader)

Part: one two three four five six final**

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disasterofastory · 3 years

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Serve him (Uhtred x Reader)

Serve him Uhtred x Reader Warnings: porn without plot

Y/N finds Uhtred in his bedroom.

You moved to Coccham when you were a little child. Your father started working as a farmer, and you roamed the streets with your friends until your parents decided you are old enough to work and help them out financially. At first, you worked on the lands, and as you grew, you assisted at the market for payment. You got to know every corner and building in the small village. When you came of age, you started working in the Great Hall as a kitchen-maid, and you worked your way for better jobs under the Lords who come and gone when they found out Coccham is in trouble and they couldn’t help it.

When Uhtred of Bebbanburg came to the small village, you were uncertain about the Dane. You heard stories about his people, and you walked on eggshells for months till you made sure he is a good man. He treated his men and women kindly and fairly. He never shouted at you or ordered you around like a dog. You got used to his routines and habits, and you learned to live with each other.

The sun is long gone from the sky as you make your way to your room. The hallways are lit with candles, their flame dances as you walk past them. Your legs hurt from today’s work, and you can’t wait to wash yourself off before you go to bed. Your hair is messy, and your plain dress is wrinkled. Your steps sound loud in the silence. “Y/N,” You hear your name suddenly from your Lord’s room. His voice is muffled by the huge wooden door. You stop in front of it, listening into the night till you hear your name again repeatedly. “Y/N!” You jump at his tone, opening the door hurriedly, afraid it’s something important or urgent.

Uhtred lays on the bed among the furs. The white tunic he wore today is abandoned on the floor not far from him while his pants are pulled down to his thighs. His muscles flexed under his pale skin, and the veins of his neck visible as his head leaned back against the pillows.

You gasp at the sight, stepping back to the walls. At the sudden sound, Uhtred’s head snaps up, looking straight into your eyes. His foggy gaze burns your skin as he watches you. “I’m so sorry,” you start panicked. “I heard my name, but I didn’t know…” Your gaze goes down on his body till you reach his hands on his manhood. He is hard and swollen, his slickness shines under the dim lights, and you gulp as you look up to the ceiling. “Y/N,” he repeats your name without shame. His voice is hoarse and loud enough to make you look at him again. His hand still moves up and down on his cock, watching your reaction without blinking. “Lord?” You say his name back, waiting for something. Anything. You should run away, go to your room and forget everything but the burning feeling in your stomach doesn’t let you move. You rub your thighs together to lessen the pressure. “Come here,” he says, but his voice doesn’t sound like an order. He gives you a chance to say no to him, to go away without the fear of the consequences.

Your body moves on its own accord. You close the door behind you, stepping closer and closer to the man who reaches out his hand to help you into the bed. His hand burns your skin as he pets up to your arm, guiding you on top of him. Your thighs shake under your weight, his manhood lays before you on his stomach. “Have you ever been with a man before?” He asks, pushing your dress up on your legs, helping you out of the fabric. You take a deep breath as you get free from your clothes, your breasts pushed out under his wanting gaze. “Yes,” you answer, dropping the dress to the floor. “And with a Dane?” He smirks, petting your thighs. “No,” you shake your head, fidgeting above him. “You will enjoy it,” he promises, sitting up to get closer to you.

One of his arms goes around your waist, pulling you to his embrace. Your breasts are pressed against his chest. His free hand roams your side from your hip to your shoulder. He looks at you in awe and desire. You lean in, grabbing his shoulder and his long hair to get what you want from him. Uhtred reciprocates your kiss with fervor. His tongue slips into your mouth, conquering you with his every move. Your hips start to move without your noticing, but he feels it and can’t help but smirk into the kiss. “Kneel at the edge of the bed,” he says, letting you go. While you move to the edge, he stands up, pulling down his pants to get naked. You are flustered under his eyes. You are exposed to him like to no one before. He can see your slickness as you spread your legs, bending down to the furs till you feel the covers on your burning skin. “Good girl,” he hums, kneeling down behind you. His palms seem huge on your thighs as he caresses you. His hot breath fans over your waiting folds, and soon you can feel his tongue in your pussy. He devours you with passion. You moan his name into the blankets, rocking yourself back and forth into his face.

Your orgasm comes vehemently. White stars burst under your eyelids as your body jerks forward from the man's tongue. You are sure your skin will be bruised from his hold on your hips to keep you in place. “Stay like this,” he says, helping you lay down on your stomach. He doesn’t give you time to recover. You already feel him above you, placing himself between your legs. For long minutes he just plays at your entrance, teasing you and himself too. “Please,” you plead impatiently. Your voice is muffled because of the furs. You raise your lower body to feel him, to entice him to push himself in you. “Ask nicely,” he says, continuing his merciless teasing. His cock moves up and down between your lips, coating you in his pre-cum. “Please, Lord,” you try again. “Please fuck me, My Lord!” “Yes,” he hisses, giving you what you want the most. He fills you up with one push. You moan at the feeling, grabbing anything you can to support yourself against his thrusts.

Uhtred's moves are ruthless above you. His chest pressed to your back, his lips nibble on your shoulder blade while you repeat his name over and over again. “Turn around,” he says impatiently, helping you into the right position under him. Your legs go around his waist, rocking against his thrusts. Your fingers tangled in his hair, your nails leave marks on his heated skin as your pleasure comes again with such a power it almost knocks you out. The scream dies on your throat, keeping him in you fully when you feel he tenses above you. “Y/N,” he groans your name into your neck, filling you with his seed. “My Lord,” you sigh dreamily, still dizzy from your orgasm. “You can come in anytime you want,” he jokes tiredly. His chest vibrates against yours. “I will.”

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whenimaunicorn · 3 years

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Splash - The Last Kingdom Smut

Uhtred x OFC, Ragnar the Younger x OFC, Three-way in the pool, Frat Boy AU

A/N: maybe it’s silly that I took a break from writing one frat bro AU to bang out a different one, but here we are… This is so self-indulgent. I know these are not the most popular guys in the fandom, but here’s your chance to see them through my eyes. It started as a Reader fic but I wasn’t kidding anyone; this one has to be written in first-person. I wasn’t trying to please anyone but myself but I hope you enjoy the ride!

Content Warnings: choking kink, exhibitionism, anyone could walk in, ass slapping, face slapping, tit slapping, rough sex; consent attended to but some assumptions are being made.

Word Count: 7620

Taglist: I made an effort to remove people that I know aren’t into smut. If I included you here and this sort of thing is not your cup of tea, please don’t be mad and you certainly don’t have to read it. @things0425 @ceridwenofwales @oddsnendsfanfics@laketaj24 @geekandbooknerd @therealcalicali @tiyetiye @pokeasleepingsmaug@titty-teetee @savismith @ariellostatci @perfectus-in-morte @axiseeu12 @kingofshadowalkers @glitta-killa @just-random-obsessions @volvaaslaug

“Come on, just a kiss,” Uhtred is crooning into my ear. He had convinced me to get back into the pool with him, when the rest of the party had moved inside after the sun had gone down and the pizza order arrived. I do consider it for a moment. It’s almost too cold to be back in the water, and stealing some of his body heat now might be nice.

Problem is, Uhtred is a known fuckboy. He hasn’t gotten in my pants yet for good reason. I’m just the right amount of tipsy for his plush lips to be looking tempting out here in the still moonlight, (so tempting), but I’ve seen enough results of Uhtred’s womanizing behaviors to make me wary.

Besides, it’s kind of nice to have such a gorgeous guy wrapped so securely around one’s finger. I lay my palm on his well-planed chest and push him away, then duck my head and swim like a mermaid away from him.

He’s right behind me as I reach the wall at the deep end of the frat house’s in-ground pool. I hang from it with one hand, letting the rest of my body melt into the soft buoyancy of the water, and Uhtred dangles off the wall right there next to me.

“Actually,” I say to him without opening my eyes, “I’m thinking I might bounce.” There’s really just one stupid little reason I came out to this party, and I think that I’m about done torturing myself with it.

“No,” Uhtred says, cupping his body softly around mine under the water, “don’t do that.” I don’t recoil when his hips bump against mine, when our legs slide softly together. It feels good. He feels good. Maybe I can just give into simple pleasure while I nurse my disappointment.

I hear the water stir on the other side of the pool, and open my eyes to see Ragnar Ragnarsson lowering his oversized frame into the cool water. His eyes are mostly closed as he savors the sensation.

I can barely believe it. Guy’s always right at the center of these parties, with his infectious laughs and his instigating little suggestions. What’s he doing out here alone?

Uhtred’s lips are brushing the back of my neck. “Why would you go home alone, when you could come back up to my room?”

It’s not Uhtred’s room I wanted to end the night in. He should be an easy second choice, but I just can’t make myself do it. “I have a crush on someone else,” I confess.

As annoying as he can be when he tries to turn up the charm on me, Uhtred is also my friend. “Oh?” The interested noise he makes vibrates the shell of my ear. “Do tell.” His arm comes around me snugly; I let him hold my back against his chest so I can float completely in the water and just let all my pretenses go.

“I like Ragnar,” I say in defeat. “I hope I get over it soon, but right now it’s a bitch of a crush, and it’s not letting me focus on anything else.”

“And why,” Uhtred’s amused voice says behind my ear, “is that something you need to get over.”

“Because he has Brida?” I sigh. “Badass, totally awesome, and completely terrifying Brida.” I look up to her, really I do. I wouldn’t dream of stealing her man.

“She’s not here,” Uhtred says, like I’m being silly. “Her team’s traveling this weekend.”

I look across the pool at Ragnar, his arms spread wide and inviting over the lip of the pool, holding the rest of his body suspended in the water. “I wouldn’t do that to anyone, but definitely not to her.”

Uhtred says my name flatly, almost chiding. “They have an open relationship. You don’t know that?”

I turn inside Uhtred’s arm, reaching out to the side of the pool to steady my own self and searching for the lie in his earnest face. “No.”

“Yes.” He smiles down on me, using the shift as an excuse to wrap both arms around my middle and hold me closer to him as we bob together in the water. He’s smirking down at me as if we’re not discussing another man right now. “You want me to introduce you?”

“He knows who I am,” I say bitterly. At least, I think he does. We have some classes together. But after seeing how cute, and passionate, he and Brida looked together on the Quad, I stopped trying to catch his attention.

“How could he not,” Uhtred intones. He drops a little kiss on my cheek, right in front of my ear. “You’re quite bewitching.” I jerk my head in a tiny movement, dodging his next peck. “He’s probably watching you right now. And I am totally cockblocking.” I hear the impending laugh in the back of his throat, curling his words.

“Ugh.” I twist out of Uhtred’s grip and make some space between our bodies, just on the extremely unlikely chance that’s true, and Ragnar is really looking, and wondering about me. “Why would Brida be okay with that? She doesn’t at all seem like the type.”

Uhtred shrugs, in that little motion that means he knows everything rather than nothing. “There are . . .” he glances around, like he really needs to make sure there isn’t anyone that can overhear. “Things that Ragnar wants, that she can’t do for him.”

My eyebrows climb. “Like what?”

Uhtred smirks. “Kinky things.” His eyebrows waggle, and I remember that he knows way too much about me in that department already. He and I kind of met at the college’s BDSM support and information club. “Tell me, do you think Brida is any kind of submissive in the bedroom?” He barks a little laugh, answering his own question. “That crazy bitch outsources the kind of sex she doesn’t like.”

I guess he would know; she is his ex. “Oh.” I steal one more glance at Ragnar, but look away quickly when his face appears to be pointed in my direction. It’s hard to tell where his eyes are focused, in the dim light of the landscaping lamps that line the walkway across the pool from his position. “Then how come I haven’t seen him at the kinkster club? Gotta be the easiest way to pick up a casual play partner.”

“I keep telling him to come, man.”

Wow. What do I even do with this information? I can feel my body vibrating a little. But I take a deep breath and push that energy down. “Doesn’t matter. I don’t have any game, anyway. No way I could pull a guy like that. I wouldn’t even know how to go up to him.”

“Like I said,” Uhtred coaxes, “I’ll introduce you.” His palms run around my bare torso, just a little under my bikini cups. “All I ask is that you not leave me out.”

My breath comes out a little shaky. I let him hold me close while we float in the water, our bodies anchored only by my hand on the wall. “A three-way? With your frat brother?”

Uhtred nips at my ear. “Now you’re catching on.”

I consider it. I mean, how could I not? Uhtred passes the time while I’m thinking by pressing soft kisses along my jaw. There’s no way we don’t already look like a couple from Ragnar’s view across the pool. So I probably don’t have any other play than this one tonight.

It wouldn’t be too bad to share the love, would it? Honestly, as I imagine being pressed between both their bodies, I find the image even sexier than any fantasy I’ve had about bedding Ragnar by myself. Why not get a little crazy?

“Okay,” I say, and Uhtred’s eyes sparkle two inches away from mine and then he’s kissing me, oh Lord he’s kissing me full on the mouth and he Knows What He Is Doing. I forget to keep hanging on to the side of the pool, and we both go under.

We’re both laughing when we come up.

“Are you trying to kill me?” I sputter.

“You’re the one that let go!” He swims closer and gooses me under the water.

“This is getting dangerous,” I gasp, lifting my chin to try and keep my face above water as Uhtred’s groping hands make it hard for me to stay afloat. “Let’s—take it—to the shallow end.”

Where Ragnar is still chilling. He can’t be doing anything besides blatantly watching us, at this point. We’ve been making quite the spectacle of ourselves. I close half the distance between us before I chicken out, turning back toward Uhtred as soon as my foot touches the gently sloping bottom and I can stand in the middle of the pool.

Uhtred scoops me up in his arms once he’s able to stand too, his smile both mocking and gentle as he reads the reason for my reluctance. “You have nothing to be nervous about,” he whispers above my ear. “But you can stop me if you ever feel uncomfortable.”

I nod, quickly. “I know.”

“Come on.” We half-swim, half walk together to the shallow end of the pool. Uhtred’s arm stays around me. “Ragnar. Look who I found.”

Deep-set eyes glimmer in the lights reflected from the surface of the water. He says my name, warmly. My heart stops. He does know who I am.

“She was just telling me something that I think you’ll find very interesting.”

My nerve endings crackle. Is he seriously just going to jump right into this?

Ragnar inclines his head in a slow, regal gesture, indicating reserved interested. My nervousness doubles.

“This sweet little thing was just about to go home alone.”

“That would be a shame.” I shiver under his heavy regard. “Even the legendary Uhtred’s game not working for you?”

I shake my head, shyly. Uhtred wraps his arms around me a little tighter. “There is nothing wrong with my game. But she is after something else tonight.” He nips softly at my ear. “Someone else.”

Ragnar continues to sit there, waiting for the answer to be revealed to him.

Is Uhtred waiting for me to jump in and say something? Because I’ve definitely got nothing. No game here, that’s for sure.

“She told me that she came here tonight only because she was hoping to get with you.”

Ragnar’s interest sharpens. “Is that so.”

“Mhmm,” Uhtred rumbles above my ear, while I silently nod and try not to self-immolate in embarrassment. “And of course, once I learned that, I couldn’t sit back and hold out on you. What kind of frat brother would I be.”

Ragnar nods, sagely. As if it’s normal for these guys to be passing women around to each other. Although Uhtred has definitely not passed me along just yet.

“Just look at her, bro.” His fingers slip under the straps that hold my bikini top on. “I think you should definitely get to know her better.” He pulls the straps away from my body and wiggles his fingers just a little. A clear sign to me of his intentions, and a chance to tell him to stop.

I don’t.

Uhtred’s seen my checklist. He knows my kinks. Exhibitionism and objectification are definitely both on that list. His strong hands slide down the inside of the swimsuit, pulling the cups away from my skin and then sliding each one to the side so that my breasts spill out between them.

I think we all look down to watch them fall out.

My nipples harden instantly, as much from the mood as the contact with the air. It’s so easy to get naked at a pool party. There’s just so little separating civilization from our animal natures. The moonlight is just bright enough to show Uhtred’s hands coming up to cup my tits as he squares himself behind me, his fingers plucking gently at one pebbled nipple, then the other.

Ragnar leans forward. His elbows are still propped on the edge of the pool behind him, but he’s definitely moving toward me. His eyes are flitting between my chest and Uhtred’s face. Probably wondering what the hell his bro is up to. “She can come sit in my lap.”

“I haven’t even told you the best part,” Uhtred says, continuing to hold on to me and ignoring Ragnar’s last statement. His right hand runs up the center of my chest, fingers tracing my collarbones. “She is extremely freaky.”

That hand comes up to engulf my throat. He tightens it in just the right places, closing off my windpipe only softly. Did I mention that a recent topic at the club had been breath play, and that Uhtred had been my partner in trying out the safe techniques for choking that the presenter had been demonstrating?

Yeah, I can’t believe I never went to bed with him before, either.

I watch Ragnar watching my face as the gentle choke hold electrifies my body and sends my mind rocketing into subspace. My body arcs back against Uhtred’s and I clutch his thigh since I can’t actually make a sound.

He releases immediately. That’s reassuring. My breath comes back in a rush, and a little bit of a moan comes with it.

Ragnar leans in, so our faces are more level. “You’d let me do that, too?”

The bottom drops out on my pussy. “Uh huh.”

His arms coax me as he leans back into his watery throne. “Come onto my lap,” he repeats.

Uhtred’s hands trail off my body as I step forward and straddle Ragnar on the underwater bench. I steady the motion with one palm on the top of his broad shoulder, the other pressed to the center of his sizable pec. His hands dip under the water and grasp around my waist. His grip is huge and makes my waist feel tiny.

“Does this gift come with a price?” Ragnar asks over my shoulder as I settle in.

Uhtred moves in behind me. “No gift,” he replies. I can hear the smile that must be plastered across his face. “We are sharing.”

“Very generous. Seeing as you just told me she was going to go home before you brought her over here.”

“If you two want me to go…” Uhtred replies, seemingly sincere.

Ragnar looks at me. His face is not leading me to any specific answer. So I tell the truth. “I wouldn’t kick him out of bed.”

Ragnar grins. He thinks I’m funny; that makes my heart swell. He cups the side of my face, dragging his thumb along my cheekbone. “Then I won’t, either.”

He kisses me. That soft grip on my face guides me down to his lips, his eyes watching my reactions carefully all the way up until our lips meet. His kiss may not have the finesse of Uhtred’s, but his genuine eagerness is enough. I’m kissing Ragnar right now. I’m half naked in his lap. Ragnar Ragnarsson wants me. My head is spinning in all the best ways.

His hands move across my body. The water comes up to my waist in this position, and his warm, wet palms enhance the contrast of the air against my bare skin as they drag new moisture up my sides and over my tits.

And there’s more hands than just Ragnar’s. Uhtred is floating behind me, and helping himself to my ass.

The overstimulation escalates fast. I break the kiss with Ragnar just to catch my breath, the sheer eroticism of what we’re doing setting my heart pounding. He shifts his hips beneath me; I don’t know how restrictive his swim trunks are but I guess he’s feeling the magic, too.

I feel Uhtred weave his fingers through my hair and he tugs my head back, hard. “Don’t think that you need to be too gentle with this one.”

“Oh no?” Ragnar glances over my shoulder, meeting Uhtred’s eyes. His fingers dig into the tops of my thighs. “She likes a little pain?”

“A little,” I admit.

His hands spill up over my breasts, and Ragnar gives both of my nipples a firm tweak. I arch my back and moan, which bumps my pubic bone against a tell-tale hardness in his shorts. Just the thought of Ragnar’s ready dick drives me even more crazy. He repeats the gesture, a little harder, and even though I’m wailing I flinch, too.

He reads it, right away, his palms smoothing and soothing. “I can be nice,” he says, leaning forward to salve my nipple with his tongue. He sucks just a little, enjoying himself with one, then the other. “Although I do want to slap these tits a few times.”

I make an amenable noise.

Not loud enough for Ragnar, however. He reaches up for a fistful of my hair, controlling my head just as Uhtred had done while making me look him right in the eyes. “Do you want that?” he asks, the commanding tone of a sexual dominant creeping into his voice. “For me to use you roughly?”

I nod against his grip.

He slaps my cheek, quick and barely hard enough to sting. He must see the arousal that floods my eyes faster than the heat that comes up in my cheek, because he does it again with a little smirk, and harder the second time. “Answer me.”

“Yes,” I gasp, not sure how I could get any more turned on than this, and I feel Uhtred sliding the snug elastic of my bikini bottoms down off my hips.

Ragnar kisses me again, then draws me to sit up tall and straight while Uhtred’s fingers do dances between my thighs under the water. “Do you like being naked out here?” he asks next. “Or should we take this somewhere more private?”

“Not yet,” I say. I wouldn’t want to be caught full-on fucking in the pool, but the idea that someone at this party could come out at any moment and catch me with my tits out riding Ragnar’s thigh is definitely doing it for me.

“Naughty girl.”

I flash Ragnar my most winning smile.

He slaps at my tit, and it feels better than I thought it would. It fills the side of my breast with the same erotic heat that flooded my cheek, and his next open hand comes downward, squarely on my nipple. An explosion of tingles has me gasping, and lifting my chest for more.

“You seeing this, Uhtred?”

My instigating little friend curls his own body in a little closer. “Oh, yes,” he says, while twisting around me for an even better view.

Ragnar gives me another smack, one that sets my tits bouncing together, but he stops after five or six, and Uhtred leans his head in to soothe them with his tongue.

I arch backwards, letting the water hold me up in an otherwise impossible angle with my arms stretching back over my head. Uhtred holds me, making sure I don’t sink beneath the water. His lips and teeth devour my chest, neck, and face.

Ragnar takes the opening to slide his hand down along my belly. He plays with the fabric that only barely still covers my mound, but not for long. When I thrust my hips at him in a consenting gesture, his fingers plunge beneath it.

He finds my clit quickly, minimizing the friction that can be less than pleasant when one is completely submerged in water. Heat blooms through my aching core as his rocking little circles provide a focus for all that tingling lust.

Uhtred’s hands come down around my asscheeks. I sit up again, giving him more access, and kiss Ragnar some more as he keeps up his careful work.

Fingers dive between my cheeks from behind, Uhtred finding his way under the tight fabric of swimsuit bottoms already stretched out to fit Ragnar’s hand. He plunges easily inside my pussy and I throw my face up to the sky, swallowing a moan sure to attract too much attention back here.

“Do you want to cum out here,” Ragnar asks, “where anyone could see?”

My face is hot. My mouth barely feels like it would be able to form coherent words. These boys have me panting and about ready to explode out of my skin. Especially if they keep talking this way. “Yes,” I eke out, and Uhtred starts fingerfucking me faster.

My arms are around Ragnar’s neck. I clutch at his half-shaved scalp almost frantically, as the purposeful movements of his steady finger on my clit provide a counterpoint to Uhtred’s deeper thrusting.

Uhtred bites my shoulder. Ragnar sucks a nipple into his mouth. “I’m close,” I whisper, and feel Uhtred smile against my skin.

Ragnar lifts his head, considering my face, and then brings his big hand to wrap around my neck.

“Yes,” I gasp, and then he closes off my ability to say anything else.

Somehow, the pleasure doubles when I don’t have any breath. I’ve never been able to say why, but it hardly matters when giving up that last bit of control ignites the conflagration that’s been building since I spread my legs wide over Ragnar’s lap. My legs clench up as I come, my body feeling like a hollow vessel for the pleasure that rebounds off every inner wall without any exhale to exit on. And so my orgasm just keeps going. And going.

Ragnar finally releases my throat and I gasp deep, and only when I breathe out does the pleasure even begin to crest and fade. He keeps his fingertips lightly upon my throat as I writhe and sigh, not letting me forget his control while I gradually come back to my senses.

“I have to fuck you,” Uhtred growls into my ear. “Come upstairs with us.”

My legs are barely responding, but the boys help me up and steady my way out of the pool. Ragnar’s eyes sparkle as he wraps a towel around my body. “Are you going to make it, or should I carry you?”

While the thought of the big Dane throwing me over his shoulder and carrying me off to ravage me is quite delightful, I’m less thrilled at the implication that everyone inside the party will know exactly what we’re about to get up to. He and Brida may have an open relationship, but I don’t want to be flagrantly disrespectful. “I can make it,” I say, taking a careful step.

Uhtred, of course, can’t keep his hands off me as we get walking.

“I left my clothes over here,” I say, veering off to the glorified shed that they call the poolhouse. After changing into my swimsuit at the beginning of the party, I had stashed my backpack just around the corner of the little outbuilding.

Leading Uhtred down the little side path might have been a mistake, however. As soon as I bend over to pick up my stuff, he’s on me, conforming his hips to the swell of my ass and making it obvious that the slight interruption in the action hasn’t softened his hard-on for me at all. I straighten up with a smile, but before I can say anything he’s backing me up against the wall, putting the building between us and the party. He’s got that smarmy grin again, but I don’t find it as annoying as usual. “I can’t wait,” he murmurs, eyes flitting all over my face, and down to the towel that’s not covering much. He grasps each one of my wrists and lifts my arms, pinning them against the wood paneling. The towel is lost.

Too easy to get naked at a pool party; too easy to fuck at a pool party. All Uhtred has to do is push a little fabric to the side. I briefly consider whether I’d rather be comfortable in a bed, but how do you turn down a sordid little scene like this one?

I turn to look at Ragnar, looming at the corner of the shed. He lifts an amicable eyebrow. “I’ll keep watch,” he assures us. “Nobody interrupting but me.”

My breath rate is increasing again, especially as I watch Ragnar’s eyes travel appreciatively over every inch of my exposed skin. Uhtred buries his face in the crook of my neck, doing something halfway between kissing and biting as he waits for me to decide what happens next.

There’s only one thought holding me back from what my body is already aching for. I look straight at Ragnar and give it voice. “Don’t mean to give you sloppy seconds. I came here for you.” In a moment of rare sass, I look sideways at Uhtred, who pulled his head up as I started talking. “Uhtred, I could have any time.”

“Are you so certain?” he teases back, picking up the strap of my suit and snapping it against my skin. “Maybe I’ve just been leading you on all this time.”

I raise a skeptical brow, using my newly-freed hand to rub down his lower belly and into his shorts. I give him time to pull back if I’m calling his bluff. Instead, he leans into it, and I contact a gorgeous hardness, wrapping my fingers around its silky skin. Uhtred’s eyes just about roll back into his head.

“How about this,” Ragnar says, leaning in close to my face. “Ride him first. Otherwise he will just be too annoying.” He pauses to give his frat brother an affectionate grin. Then his eyes return to mine, deadly serious. “And the better I see you fuck him, the better I will fuck you, after.”

That . . . is all the motivation I need. Even just the idea that Ragnar cares how well I fuck his bro makes the whole thing insanely hotter. That he’ll be watching the whole time, evaluating, even. I tug on Uhtred’s cock a bit harder, to make sure he makes a face that Ragnar can see. “It’s a deal,” I say, my mouth gone a little dry.

I look down.

“But I don’t suppose anyone has a condom out here?”

We make it as quickly as we can to Ragnar’s bedroom. He’s got the biggest room in the frat house, which fits the biggest bed. I am tossed onto it before I get a chance to take a good look at anything else. Uhtred is on me, pushing my belly into the mattress, spooning my hips as he unties all my bikini strings.

Ragnar retrieves a condom from a drawer, handing it over with an amused smile. I intercept it, giving him a shy grin in return before I turn back to Uhtred. “Let me.”

He rolls onto his back, propping leaning on his elbows while he watches me take off his shorts. We’re both fully naked now, and his cock is standing straight up, entirely defying gravity with its readiness. I trace my fingers along the length of it.

Uhtred rolls his neck and moans. “Don’t tease me any more. I want to feel you ride me.”

“But you’re so fun to tease,” I reply. “And Ragnar wants a show.” I glance at his looming, watchful face as I lean down to lick a circle around the head of Uhtred’s cock. I definitely have his attention.

“Get that condom on me and we’ll give him a show,” Uhtred promises. “I want to make you bounce.”

I slide the rubber over him carefully, teasing his balls a little, making him buck up impatiently into my hand. I’m not usually so confident, but knowing that Ragnar is watching just electrifies me. I climb up over Uhtred’s hips. It’s supposed to be a dominant position, to be on top, but I don’t feel like a top when I look into Uhtred’s hungry eyes, nor when Ragnar nods at me to get on with it. I feel like a lamb delivering itself to the slaughter.

Uhtred’s hands creep up my thighs. I spit into my fingers to make sure that I’m wet enough for this to go smoothly. Uhtred clearly appreciates watching me touch myself, so I linger a little, swirling over my clit and letting him see the heat in my eyes.

He takes matters into his own hands, grasping himself around the base and lining his tip up with my entrance.

“Say please,” I purr, keeping my hips high. I say this knowing that I have seen Uhtred’s checklist too, and that he likes it when submissives get bratty.

“What?” he asks, voice dropping like I’m in trouble, sending just the right shiver through my body. “There’s no way I heard you say” —he smacks the side of my ass, hard— “what I think you just said.”

“Say please,” I repeat, with a little less confidence. I keep playing with my pussy.

“Are you really going to stop being a good girl for us right now?” he leans his head, to look around me toward Ragnar. “How disappointing.”

I meet his gaze as his eyes come back to mine, arrogant, waiting for my response. I’m not sure what to say. I don’t actually want Uhtred to cave, I don’t need to hear him say it, but now I feel like I can’t back down either.

“I think you want me to remind you who is in control, here.” He smacks my ass again, then grasps onto both my hips and pulls me in closer. “Do you want to fuck me?” he asks.

I nod eagerly.

“Then fuck me,” he replies, lip curling with all his usual arrogance. “I do not beg.”

I stare into the steel of his eyes as I let my body sink down over his. I take his head easily enough, but I definitely feel every inch going in, and we sigh together as we finally experience the moment we’ve both been dancing around for months.

“There’s a good girl,” Ragnar rumbles behind me. My body breaks out into tingles all over again.

I rock my hips, slowly, testing how it feels. Uhtred’s hitting me deep, and even the tiniest shifts in angle make a big impact. I don’t have to exaggerate to give Ragnar his show, my breaths already coming shallow and quick, my face tight against the deep stretch of Uhtred’s cock inside me.

“Relax,” Uhtred breathes up at me. I open my eyes to see his sparkling up at me. “We’re only just getting started. Or do I need to be gentle.”

“No,” I say quickly, not wanting this to turn too sweet. “I won’t break.”

Uhtred grins. “That’s my girl.” He bumps his hips suddenly, making me gasp. It’s been a little while since I’ve done this. I’m gonna need to be opened up all over again. Uhtred seems amused by my reaction, and gyrates his hips a little more.

“Oh, fuck,” I curse, holding onto his cut shoulders and steadying myself against the intensity.

He finds a rhythm, a steady slide in and out of my braced hips that slowly melts that pressure into pure, languid pleasure. We start breathing in tandem, and when I open my eyes again I can’t close them, captivated by the look in Uhtred’s wide, heavily-lashed eyes.

Ragnar is a harsh master, however. “I thought I told you to ride him. Looks like Uhtred is doing all the work.”

Uhtred’s eyes sparkle, reassuring me that he is happy with the way things are proceeding. But I have a greater mission, don’t I. I lift my chest and sit up straight atop Uhtred’s cock. The harder I work for Uhtred now, the harder Ragnar is going to work me over later.

My inner muscles have relaxed and opened enough now that I can comfortably take all of him. I settle in, like a cowgirl riding a bull, and start to swirl my hips.

Uhtred makes a sound between a sigh and a giggle. He can’t even keep his eyes open as I roll my body over his.

“That’s it,” Ragnar says approvingly, and when I toss my hair over my shoulder to glance back at him, he’s settled into a chair and is fondling himself idly through his clothes. “Gonna fuck you so good after you make him blow.”

And with that threat fixed in my head, I really put my back into it. Uhtred more than meets me halfway, until we’re fucking wilder and harder than probably ever would have happened if I had let him convince me to go back to his own room an hour ago. He is certainly benefiting from the situation that he orchestrated.

We grunt and groan in unison. I arch my back, letting him rub against the most sensitive spot inside me, then lean forward, until every thrust of his bumps my clit. Every time I buck my hips against his I feel more frantic, his deep impacts pushing me toward a second orgasm surprisingly quickly.

Uhtred is close too. “You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he babbles, staring up at me with that half-amazed look of a man about to lose everything to pleasure. “I knew you’d be wild, but I had no idea—” he cuts himself off with a crease in his brow. The rhythm in his hips stutters. His breathing changes, fingers close hard around my hips, and in a series of tight little thrusts Uhtred is coming, hard, inside me.

It’s euphoric, to watch a man overcome like that, by me, and by what my body can do for him. It’s also a bit disappointing, as the orgasm that I myself had been chasing starts to fade with his waning rhythm.

But tonight, the fun’s not over just because one dick is spent. Another prods against my backside, ready to carry me through to round two. “You ride well,” Ragnar says, purring above my ear and running hands down my shoulders and back. “Let’s see how much more you can handle.”

This is it. Exactly how I was hoping to end up tonight. Ragnar pulls me off Uhtred and turns me around. He has stripped off his own wet swimsuit, and has already taken the liberty of slipping on a rubber.

He’s big. Like, doubletake big. I suddenly realize it was a favor to Uhtred in more ways than one, to let him go first. And probably to me, too. That thing is going to make me sore.

He must see something of the apprehension in my eyes when I look back up at him, because he leans in and kisses me before making good on any more threats. A sweet kiss in an enveloping embrace that promises we’ll be taking our time getting into this, despite those words, and despite the full erection digging into my thigh.

He pushes me down to the bed. Uhtred is still lounging there, but he’s pulled himself up toward one edge. Plenty of room left on the king-sized mattress for Ragnar and I to roll around. He settles in on top of me. Uhtred has caught one of my hands, and his fingers curl through mine.

I feel almost smothered under Ragnar’s bulk. I like it that way. I wrap my legs around his thigh and rub myself against him, too keyed up from Uhtred to let time slow down now.

“Is this what you’ve been after?” Ragnar rumbles, reaching down to grasp his cock around the base.

“Yes,” I mewl, opening myself beneath him, inviting him to ravage me.

He hovers above me, cock lined up but not yet thrusting in. His teeth scrape along the side of my neck. Uhtred lets my hand go.

“How long have you wanted me?” Ragnar murmurs above my ear. “Tell me. Indulge my ego.” His big hand strokes up and down my side.

“Since,” I swallow. It’s a little embarrassing, but I’m happy to reveal myself for him. “Pretty much since the beginning of the semester.” His eyes sparkle. His hand travels to my breast, playing with my nipple, but he keeps looking at me like he’s waiting for more. “You’re—” I shrug. “It’s just something about the way that you carry yourself. Like you’ve got the biggest dick in the room.”

He chuckles. “That’s because I do.”

My eyebrows go up. I have to give him that one. “Soon as you walked into that lecture hall, I started dreaming about what it would be like to be underneath you.”

“And am I measuring up to the fantasy?”

“Let’s find out.” I angle my hips again, presenting my pussy for him.

His eyes follow the movement, then his fingers. He presses one inside me. “You don’t need any more warming.”

“No,” I agree, “I don’t.” But still I spit into my hand and make sure my lower lips are fully lubricated. Doesn’t matter how wet I am, that hog Ragnar’s got is going to stretch me.

His tip is against my entrance. I throw my arms around his shoulders and look up into the face I’ve been dreaming of for months as I feel him start to slide inside.

Fuck, I’m being impaled. My eyes widen and then I have to close them and let the delicious pressure overwhelm me. Under other circumstances it might be uncomfortable, but right now it’s just so fucking satisfying to feel this, my capacity being stretched to its absolute limit.

“Ragnar, what are you doing to her?” Uhtred teases, and I realize that I started squealing.

“Giving her what she wants,” he replies with confidence, but he also slows down, and grasps my jaw with gentle fingers so that I’ll look up at him. “Yes?”

“Yes,” I sigh, nodding at his check-in and squeezing my legs around him. “Yes, keep going.”

I feel impossibly full before he bottoms out. I’m almost afraid to move, left gasping and staring up at his bearded chin, and the tattoos that weave across his chest. He brings his face in close, palm stroking along my cheek. And then the thrusting begins.

He’s gentle at first, and still I can’t focus on anything but letting my body relax. I see a battle in his eyes, between smug confidence at how he’s affecting me, and compassion for my plight.

I bet Brida takes him like a champ.

The sudden thought makes me feel small, but in the most delicious way. I’m not here to compete with Brida, am I. I’m here to be exactly what I am, a meek little submissive ready to be overwhelmed by this dick, and I’m doing them both a favor by doing it. Hell, I bet he wants me to squirm and cry, to let him see how much I’m struggling just to take it for him.

I try to let this understanding show through my desperate eyes as I open myself up and take him deeper. I let my face go slack and overwhelmed, even as I angle my hips up for more. He closes his own eyes and savors me, pulling himself slowly out before pushing back all the way in. By the third one I can’t decide if he’s trying to go easy on me or to torture me more.

“Sure you can take it, little girl?”

“Fuck,” I say, high-pitched and desperate. “I’m doing my best!”

“Yeah you are,” he purrs. “I see how hard you’re working to take me. Such a good girl.” He shifts into a pushup position, driving himself into me quicker now, and harder.

I can’t do anything but throw my head back and wail. It feels impossibly good, pleasure so deep it’s indistinguishable from pain, just short of intolerable either way. Who cares what it’s called, I just want to feel more of it. “Hollow me out,” I say, voice breathy and punctuated by each one of his thrusts. “I can feel you in my throat.”

With almost a roar, he pulls one of my legs up, braces his knee against the bed, and just starts to annihilate me.

I’m helpless beneath him. I’m probably screaming. There’s no room in my awareness for self-consciousness, or propriety, now. Ragnar is hitting me so satisfyingly deep that I feel like I’m about to lose my sanity. He pushes my knees up higher, setting my feet on his shoulders, and the new angle bumps my clit until I’m spiraling up toward an extremely sudden climax.

The orgasm hits me almost by surprise. It’s like it’s been building through all of this, but I wasn’t able to notice until my body truly adjusted to his size. All of a sudden my wailing changes tones, and a tidal wave of pure pleasure crashes over the place where our bodies meet and sweeps up everything else in its path.

I’m anchored by his cock. Dear lord, the space is so tight in there, the muscles already stretched so close to their limit, that I can feel the clenching of my walls all around him while the waves toss the awareness of the rest of my body into chaos.

I shudder beneath him. As the orgasm recedes I feel oversensitive enough to start pushing him away, just a little. Ragnar responds by slowing his pace and grasping my chin again. He waits for me to open my eyes.

I smile at him, ferocious and raw. I don’t really want him off of me, I just needed him to slow down, so I could catch my breath. He answers my smile with a proud grin of his own. Carefully, he lowers my legs down off his shoulders, without pulling away. The motion makes it obvious that he’s still hard inside me.

Ragnar’s not done. He plants one fervent kiss on my lips and then flips me over. Although my legs are a little shaky I get up on my hands and knees, eager to please. I groan as he presses back into me from behind. No one will ever be used to the size of that thing. Still, I don’t retreat, even throw my hips back a little over it. My inner walls are still fluttering from coming so hard. I gasp at the intensity that his renewed thrusting brings.

“You make the most gorgeous sounds,” Ragnar rumbles.

“She really does,” Uhtred interjects. I hadn’t forgotten he was there, really, I promise. He rolls his head closer to mine, amused by the way that I’ve dropped my head into the pillows while my hips remain high in Ragnar’s grasp. I’m just trying to make it through this onslaught, and every shimmering aftershock of my own orgasm.

I turn my face toward Uhtred’s and let him see everything that I’m feeling.

“Unf,” Ragnar groans, voice dropping even deeper in his arousal, “you look so fucking good.” He smacks my ass as he grinds himself deep into me. “So fucking good like this.”

“And she loves it,” Uhtred informs him, reading my face. “Smack her again like that.”

Fuck. The sting just enhances the already wild ride. I don’t think I could come any more, but my consciousness is spiraling; everything about this is feeling absolutely incredible. Could we do this again? Tomorrow? Ever? Would they both like to share me, or is this just a once-in-a-lifetime experience?

“I’m keeping her,” Ragnar grunts, thrusting hard and heavy into me now. Evidently he’s thinking along the same lines as me.

Uhtred arches one lazy brow. “I might have something to say about that.” His hand comes to my cheek while he stares his frat brother down, even as I’m still bouncing underneath him.

I can’t see Ragnar’s face, but I imagine from his tone that he’s smiling. “She seems alright with sharing.”

“Mmf,” I cry. That was supposed to be a word; it doesn’t come out as one. “Yes!”

Uhtred beams at me. We stare at each other while Ragnar pounds into me from behind, his pace subtly increasing. He’s still cupping my face, and his thumb trails down to my mouth. I suck on the tip of his thumb as Ragnar comes inside me. Loudly.

The force of his release drives my hips down into the bed, with the bulk of his upper body collapsing down to cover me as he lets it all go. I close my eyes and laugh a little at the joy of it. Even being smooshed underneath him feels good.

“Spend the night,” Ragnar murmurs.

“Ok,” I sigh, content.

“Do you need anything?” he asks, shifting his weight so that he is no longer directly flattening me into the mattress.

“Hmm.” I close my eyes, take inventory of my wrecked body. “Some water.”

“Uhtred. You’re the most composed right now. Can you get us some waters?”

Uhtred sits up. “I suppose. As long as you’re not trying to get rid of me.”

“Of course not, brother.” He looks down at me. “Come back and we’ll all cuddle. Watch a movie.” He nods towards the TV past the foot of the giant bed.

I smirk. “Netflix and chill, but backwards?”

Ragnar grins back. “Exactly.”

“Maybe some snacks, too, then,” I call after Uhtred, who’s shaking his head on his way out the door.

“Uhtred’s got the advantage on me, right now. You two are already friends.” Ragnar pulls himself up in the bed, and lifts his arm for me to snuggle in underneath. “I need to get to know you better, too. You’re not the only one that’s been watching. And wondering.”

He pulls me in tight, and I spend the rest of the night sandwiched between two warm bodies. I fall asleep listening to the boys trade jokes over my head. Best. Party. Ever.

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ewanmitchelll · 1 year

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Imagine you are a Danish woman who falls in love with Osferth.

Warnings: smut/fluff.

Inspired by: Rosalía’s “LLYLM”; “Dark Paradise” by Lana del Rey.

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You are a daughter of Jarl H/N who died fighting side by side to Ragnar Ragnarsson. Because he was already a widow by the time he went to those wars against Wessex, this meant you had only an elder brother. Hence why Ragnar thought prudent to honor his friend by adopting his children.

Now here you are, reaching maturity with your long y/c locks, y/c smooth skin and y/c eyes that are deep, keeper of unspoken dreams. You are not very inclined to sword fighting, though you are an excellent archer and always carry a dagger by your side—as taught by Ragnar, whom you started seeing him as a stepfather as well as Brida as a sort of the mother you’ve never had.

There is something good in you that your beauty seems to highlight—and even Uhtred Ragnarsson was not oblivious to it.

“Not Y/N, Uhtred. This one is like my daughter”, said Ragnar with a smile on his lips. “Go look somewhere else.”

“She is beautiful”, Uhtred groaned. “But out of respect for you, I will behave.”

You prefer to surround yourself in quiet contemplation, hence why you are found nearby a river, giving praise to your Gods when you occasionally spot a male...completely nude.

"Oh", you exclaim, surprised, though unable to look away.

“My lady!”, the other one shouts back, trying to cover himself. “Do close your eyes!”

He runs to grab his clothes and you find yourself reluctantly to look away. The said male is so captivating—and you are not even concentrating your thoughts solely on his manhood, but his muscles, his broad shoulders and the naivety in his eyes.

Yes. It’s about those eyes, so pretty and filled with an unique goodness you’ve never seen before in any other before—and it’s not as if you are very experienced in these matters, since you always amused yourself with flirtations but never going beyond that.

You are still watching by the time this tall man with short hair whose beautiful pair of eyes captured you comes in your direction to apologize for his misconduct.

“My lady, I had no intention to offend you. Please, accept my apologies”, he speaks softly.

And just like that you swoon.

Am I a fool? Oh Gods, you make me turn into one.

“Apologizes?”, you tilt your head, smiling rather shyly. “What for, sir? I was careless for letting myself find you.”

The man blushes and you almost beam at such a sight.

“I do not think so, my lady. I should have been careful”, he mumbles under his breath and all you wish is that he looks at you.

“You are dressed now, so it’s all amended”, you remark amused. “I am Y/N Y/LN. May I ask your name, good man?”

He finally raises his eyes and you like how he seems to fight away his shyness to speak to you, hands behind his back.

“I am Osferth, my lady. Despite the circumstances, I am pleased to make your acquaintance.”

“Would you care to join me in prayers, Osferth? I think the Gods have a plan for me since you are brought to me.” You smile wide at his blush upon your cheeky words.

“I fear to say… well, not fear, but I am a Christian. I do not think Gods have decided to such an occasion happen.” But as your face falls, Osferth comes to realize he’s making himself a fool. “I do not intend to disrespect you. Please forgive me. I… I suppose we can each pray to our own?”

As you nod, Osferth takes a seat by your side and, as much as he tries to concentrate, he cannot help himself. For when you close your eyes and start to meditate, you don’t seem to notice his long stare at you. Mesmerized by your beauty, Osferth admires the shade of y/c that paints your locks, your smooth y/c skin, the curves your gown seems to reinforce…

It’s not after a long moment in silence that when you open your eyes, you notice it.

“Is there something wrong, sir?”, you ask, between intrigued and embarrassed.

To be under his gaze makes you experiment different sensations, both physical and emotional. You are frightened to find them out, unable to escape the somewhat mystical bonding between you two. A perception that has not escaped Osferth’s attention either.

“Are you an angel, my lady?”

“I’m sorry?”, you repeat, confused.

“An angel”, he whispers. “Sent by the Lord. You are the prettiest of the women I’ve ever seen. Surely you are not part of this world, this...common, mundane and filth place where only a sword makes one victor above all else."

His voice is melodical, sweet, carried with a gentleness you rarely find in other men. Though you always read old icelandic tales about stories filled with love, mixed with adventures (and here you have in mind the story of Aslaug and Ragnar, for example, which according to an old tradition of your folk, occurred about a century earlier), the men you encountered with buried your hopes.

"I would not like to disappoint you, good Osferth", you whisper back. "But methinks I am more of a mundane creature than a divine one, even though I believe that my Gods and yours brought us here for a purpose".

The two of you share a smile, but this sacred union of souls alike ends when Brida searches for you. And when she finds you two, she heavily sighs.

"Really, Y/N? Of all men who pursuit your hand, you incline to flirt with a Christian?!"

You blush and part the gaze, ready to stand as Osferth offers his hand for you to take.

"He is a good man, mother. Please do not speak ill of him."

"How can you tell he is good if you two just met?"

"For a start, he treated me respectfully. You know well the men of our tribe would have kidnapped me if they had the chance."

And just like that you convinced Brida that Osferth could never do any wrong to you. It is how things start between you two.

***

You and Osferth begin to spend a lot of time together. He teaches you how to read and to write, activities that impress you. Soon, you and him decide to write down the stories you've been told as a child. Osferth is surprised by your good memory, and how much he learns from you.

On the other hand, you help him with archery and when there is music, Osferth actually dances with you.

The sight of how you smile to each other makes Ragnar sigh and Uhtred wonder how on earth you never looked at him in the first places

“A Christian”, Ragnar mutters under his breath. “Of all men around here, Y/N decides to fall in love with a Christian man.”

“Baby monk”, Uhtred grumbles. “Though he is a good guy, a warrior with surprisingly good skills for a fucking monk, he is…”.

It’s Brida who speaks what’s in most people’s thoughts, though:

“Methinks it’s the fact Y/N chose Osferth over you that is making you sigh dramatically, Uhtred.”

Amidst teasings, it becomes very obvious to all that whatever is going on between the two of you goes beyond physical attraction. But for some reason you and Osferth seem shy about getting the first steps.

Until one day he invites you to see the stars. Whilst the tribe is drowning itself in excessive drinking, you—on this day, dressed in silk red gown with details in blue, a fancy gift your adopted father gave you, which was actually sent from lady of the Mercians, Æthelflæd, when they met in one of these occasions—are content drinking mead. Unlike your family, you don’t like to exceed yourself much. Little wonder why you and Osferth get along so well. It’s when he comes for you.

“Lady Y/N, my greetings. I understand you are busy, occupied with such a feast, but I was wondering if you’d like to see the stars with me.”

He speaks softly and though he can be bold in battle—growing so after countless incursions by Uhtred’s side—, when it comes to women Osferth lacks the confidence. As much as he tries to follow his friend in such manners, he fears he cannot find a place in between heathen-like warrior behavior and proper Christian mindset.

But whatever the struggle that ignites within, Osferth finds peace with you. He can be himself, aware that you don’t judge him for being an atypical warrior monk. Even so, however, he still believes that you’d prefer him to be bold like the men of your tribe.

“Why, of course, sir”, you beam, extending your hand to him. “I was starting to think if you would ever take me out of this boring feast.”

Osferth smiles quietly, looking down as his hand intertwines with yours.

“I thought you’d like to stay. I saw you were dancing earlier.”

“How come you did not ask me to dance?”, you ask him, shooting him a hurtful glance.

As you two pass the noisy salon, you and Osferth ignore the eyebrows raised of Ragnar and the smirk on Uhtred’s lips. Or how the Irish keeps nudging the latter’s arm, laughing quietly, all the whilst Brida rolls her eyes. To think the two of you are leaving unnoticed…

“You were already busy”, Osferth defends himself. “I assumed your partner was a better one… You do know how terrible I look when it comes to music.”

You poke his sides playfully before you are led to a quiet spot Osferth’s been wishing to take you.

“And you know I couldn’t care less about it”, you smile at him.

Osferth blushes, refusing to meet your gaze, but he smiles quietly. His heart races at your words and there is so much he wishes to tell you.

“So here we are”, Osferth points to the grass where there is an old piece of blanket over it. “Please forgive my…”

You throw your hands around his neck, cutting his words.

“Your kindness is more than I deserve. Thank you for looking after me, Osferth.”

He smiles warmly, openly this time. When the two of you are settled, he asks you:

“Is this of your liking?”

“To be with you is of my liking”, you tell at long last.

Perhaps this is the effect of three meads, but you don’t seem to care. Your body may be warm, but your soul has been aching for him. Osferth feels it too.

“Whatever my soul is made of”, he whispers, pulling you closer to him, “I believe it’s made of yours.”

And saying so, he finally kisses you under the stars.

***

The kiss is sloppy at first. There are soft giggles in between, with neither knowing exactly how to go. But it does not take long before each togue pairs the other properly. You can tell that he’s been only shy, not inexperienced as part of you had hoped.

The way he grips around your waist is firm, and slowly his confidence shows it’s way when using his free hand to play with your hair, pulling it gently before cupping your face.

There is a moment where the kiss starts to lose control. You like how dominating he seems, how his tongue asserts control over yours, how breathless you both are. And every wall is knocked down easily. Just like that.

But Osferth’s conscience urges him to stop. When seeing a silent protest in your eyes, he does not look away, though, before saying:

“I want this to be perfect. I do not wish to deflower you right here, even if we have Christ as our witness in every inch of the nature He created.”

You tilt your head, rather unsure what to interpret from his words.

“I appreciate your respect, something I have rarely seen even amidst the folk I’ve been raised. But I must know… Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no. Please, do not think so”, he rushes to cup your face again. He rubs his nose against yours before resting his forehead against yours. “I want you to be my wife, Y/N. This is what I’ve meant. D-Do you take me as your husband?”

You beam delightedly. Your smile makes him smile in turn, his heart melting at the sight of your evident happiness at his disastrous proposal. But there you are, just the two of you in the wild, where the starts and the moon are the only witnesses of such a pure display of mutual love and devotion.

“I do. But you must know I will not leave the ways of my people behind”, you tell him, wishing not to sound so insecure.

“I care not. I take you as you are”, Osferth assures you.

You hold him close, eyes closed as you live this moment. All you see behind your mind is him, his smile, his gentleness… A thousand virtues to lead your way, one you’d gladly follow.

Your Valhalla.

His Heaven.

“I love you”, both of you say at the same time.

And you smile at each other because you know.

***

A few months later…

You come to find out that, as careful he might be with you, there is no shyness out of public’s eyes. You take delight at his hunger for your flesh, at his devotion to you. When he goes on his knees and wakes you up in the best of ways…

“Oh Osferth!”, you barely open your eyes when sensing his tongue working wonderfulness in between your legs.

You still have in mind the day he told you he’d wanted to try something with a woman…that his brothers in arm often talked about. But he didn’t want to waste it with any woman, no.

Your hand moves instantly to play with his hair all the whilst you grip the sheet with the other. You never hated as you hate now to wear your nightgown.

“You are waking the beast within me”, you moan, starting to feel your legs weight.

But all the response you get is a groan and when you look down, you meet his eyes and… dear Gods, there is mischief in them.

Just like them, he drinks every bit of you. And when raising up, you take delight in how undressed he is already.

“Husband!”, you kiss his lips fervently all the whilst pulling himself towards you. “You come here…”

He chuckles, specially when you are moved by this unbearable fire that he sparked in you.

“Yes, wife? What’s it with you?”

You start kissing his neck all the whilst locking your legs around his waist, your curious hands not taking too long before finding his erect manhood.

“You make me go insane, Osferth”, you whisper against his neck, getting wet at his moans, at how he throws his head back and enjoys your touch, ever so smooth.

“Oh, do I?”

“Yes”, you bite his earlobe, smirking at his shivering. “Yes, you do.”

You’d gladly go down on him had he not opened his eyes and swiftly turned you. So now he is on top of you and holding your wrists above your head, he begins to remove your nightgown.

“You are so beautiful”, he whispers against your lips, eyeing you with not the common lust of the men, but with so much more.

Which arouses you and tenders your heart all the same.

“I love you”, your words come out as whining which makes him chuckle.

It is only then he slowly, but very skillfully slides into you.

“I love you too, Y/N”.

And just like that you start making love. It would not take too long before a big family starts to raise. After all, you are always following your husband everywhere he goes—even if Osferth protests against it for your safety—and you never resist him. As he never resists you.

Uhtred would later remark that you two form a rather unique pair…

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Imagine you are a younger sister to Uhtred Ragnarsson who is rescued by Osferth when a Viking nobleman decides to make Uhtred suffer by kidnapping you. The result? You and Osferth fall in love.

Warnings: long post// explicit smut // *fluff*

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Your name is Y/N Uhtreddottir. You have been raised with little significance by your father within the four walls of Bebbanburg. Even so, your brother, who was baptized as Uhtred after your eldest brother died, always looked after you.

By the time your uncle usurped Uhtred’s inheritance, you had been swept away for a safe place by Father Beocca. In fact, you were fully raised at King Ælfred’s court, who started to plan a betrothal for you when Uhtred came to your life again and thought you deserved better.

Just like that you left the luxuries and comfort of the king’s religious court and started to spend some time within Uhtred’s own friends—although you found the Danes a bit wild for your liking, you got eventually used to their company.

So here you are, following Uhtred’s steps with his friends. You are already acquainted with Brida and Ragnar, treating them fondly. And it’s right in the midst of such people where you now meet a monk.

“Little sis”, says Uhtred arrogantly as usual. “Amidst our group, you might be pleased to know there is rather a Christian within us.”

You raise your eyebrows.

“Why, Uhtred, must you always reinforce the fact I was educated a Christian as if this was not my destiny? I thought you said yourself that destiny is all, didn’t you?”

Uhtred pulls a face at you.

“Well, Y/Nickname, you could have been raised better, but I must not complain since the Gods spared you and we are reunited. But either way I will ignore your mockeries for your own good.” Saying so he pulls a younger male next to his side and smiles. “This is our baby monk. Osferth, meet my sister, Y/N.”

You giggle softly at how he is addressed, but the moment he raises his eyes, looking shy—you are speechless. There is something so tender around him, so kind, so good….

Oh no.

“My lady”, Osferth mumbles, avoiding eye contact. “I am mostly pleased to meet you.”

“As am I”, you respond in the same tone, detesting how easily you seem transfixed by his presence, so ethereal to you. “Where do you come from, lord?”

“I am no lord, m’lady”, he protests in a whisper. “I am merely me.”

But Uhtred breaks the spell by intruding with a snort:

“Oh please! He is the natural son of Ælfred.”

You raise your eyes epically.

“Ælfred? What Ælfred?”

Uhtred folds his arms when looking at you.

“Who do you think am I talking about, sister dear? This is not a very common name, specially amongst the Danes.”

“Or the Saxons of the North”, muses Osferth.

“Aye”, Uhtred agrees. “That king, overly zealous if you ask my opinion, and I am not attributing any sobriquet that might twist his reputation, felt guilty for fornicating and as a result sent his son away.”

“Oh”, you frown. “That is cruel. I lament it profoundly, Osferth.”

“I don’t”, says Uhtred. “He’s useful to us, isn’t he?”

You cast an apologetic glance towards Osferth, as if you could transmit him how sorry you are for the rude manners of your brother. Osferth, however, merely chuckles low and says:

“It is the will of the Lord and it’s wonderful in our eyes.”

“And here we go with the Christian crap again”, says Brida. “I’m out.”

Before you start to plan a way to get yourself closer to Osferth, however, an unusual event comes to your path. In that same day, a group of danes decide to raid against your brother. Naturally, it is a surprise attack which means this has been planned and there might possibly be a traitor amongst the folk Uhtred surrounded himself to.

No matter. The damage is done. You are terrified: having been raised as a lady in waiting by the king’s wife you are no warrior. A damsel, you find yourself in the midst of strange adventures, specially when raptors take you from his sight.

Just like that you are gone, made unconscious—for these are dangerous lads, sworn enemies of Uhtred, to deal with—as you are knocked down. No harm is done to you.

But a damsel in distress you are… and this is too much for some men to bear.

***

Osferth watches quietly as Uhtred, reasonably so, shows his discontent. He feels, rightly so, betrayed and is trying to find out the unfortunate person who attacked his honor.

However, leaving personal sentiments aside, his angst only grew intense when being told of your kidnapping.

Exasperated, he merged into despair. But Osferth, himself shaken to core, seems to find an atypical spirit of bravery when offering to pursuit you and bring you back alive, safe and sound.

“What are you saying?”, Uhtred asks him, perplexed. “Do you hear yourself, Osferth? Y/N was taken by someone who outwitted us.”

“Nothing is impossible for the follower of Christ Our Savior and Lord…”

“Oh please”, Brida meddles in with a heavy sigh. “Not that martyr crap again.”

“It is more than being martyred, lady”, Osferth insists anxiously. “Tis a quest upon which I must prove my worth. Give me this opportunity, sire. You shall not be disappointed.”

Uhtred is about to retort when Ragnar comes up with a better plan that pleases both sides. It is drawn such as this: the party will be divided in three; the first group of men is to lead the way as to attract the attention of their enemies, openly inviting them for a fight. This will open the pave so the other group takes their household and, as requested, Osferth has the lady rescued.

“Little wonder why people look up at you”, says Brida in awe.

“It is a good plan”, agrees Uhtred, reluctantly brought to reason. “But we must leave as soon as possible. I cannot tolerate…”

“Peace, brother. We must think before act. This plan will fail if we are imprudent”, says Ragnar.

And that is how it starts the plan to rescue Y/N Uhtreddottir.

***

You are located somewhere in Yorvic, locked up at a castle of rocks, praying every evening that no man touches you.

The Lord seems to be pleased with your piety, for your prayers are attended. This man, whom you suppose to be named Guthrid or something similar, is making sure that you remain untouched.

Since you are unable to speak Danish there is little you can do but to wait patiently, praying your brother rescues you soon. You decide to occupy yourself with prayers and sewing, watching from your prison window the day turn into night, appreciating, however, the few glimpses of freedom once you are brought to the river to clean yourself.

It is when suddenly this new routine suffers an immediate change. You are close to sleep in your old maid gown when you hear a strange noise—not one of the kind you’ve forced yourself to costume your ears—that promptly startles you.

Has their patience ran thin? Oh Lord.

But to your pleasant surprise it is a rescuer that comes to your sight, not otherwise.

“Osferth!”, you squeak when seeing him.

“Shh, lady. Silence is in our favor, come, come. We must not take long”, so he whispers.

You nod eagerly, prompted to do as he requests. Although embarrassed for leaving in an old, yellow-ish nightgown, there is no time to change robes as time is running out. One never knows how deep is the sleep of one’s captors, so it’s best not to take risk.

Soon, however, Osferth mounts in his dark horse and you ar right in front of him. You both don’t speak, holding your breaths for fear of being caught.

As he gallops fast and a noise is heard from a safe distance—indicating your escape has been discovered—, Osferth breaks the silence.

“My lady, your brother is avenging you”, his voice is husky like the wind, though soften than breeze. You smile to yourself. “Do forgive us for taking some time in rescuing you.”

“The Lord works in mysterious ways”, you answer him softly. “I am only content that my prayers were heard.”

Osferth smiles at you, pleased to find you a pious damsel. It is still dark, but you could capture the first rays of the dawn.

“Do you know where we are going?”, you ask him.

“To a safe place, lady. There is a lord nearby Kent, within the walls of Mercia, that owns a castle. He is loyal to Uhtred, so we can stay there. At least until all of us are reunited”, Osferth explains.

“I appreciate it. Many thanks for rescuing me, lord.”

“I was being only an instrument to Jesus our Lord”, he answers.

Too restless to stay quiet, the thread motivates your talkative side.

“Are you not afraid of the dark, lord?”

“Nay, lady, for I am familiar with this road”, says the man confidently. “It is the King’s road I tend to follow. Far more trustworthy than other’s.”

“We ought to be mindful of wayward men nearby…”, you muse uneasy.

Osferth smiles, always looking ahead of him.

“There is little need to be concerned, lady. I am not letting any harm to befall you.”

Somehow his words make your heart at ease. It takes no more than a few hours before you reach the castle Osferth told you about.

***

The landowner receives you well. Giving you fancy robes that belonged to his late wife, you now occupy her privy bedchambers. It is indeed a fanciful castle, exhibiting a kind of richness that you don’t remember seeing at the king’s court.

All the while you begin to settle, Osferth remains at your side. The aforementioned lord had informed Osferth and you that he should keep you two safe until Uhtred’s personal war ends.

You can tell it frustrates lord Osferth, much to your internal disappointment.

“Well, lord. As a good knight, you should better rest before taking another quest to come. Let me tend you so I shall return you the favor you bestowed upon me by rescuing me from such evil men.”

“Lady, I had no intention in offending you. Forgive me if it seemed so”, says he, suddenly shy. “To have you brought to this castle safe and sound is a divine task to which I praise Lord for delivering it with no risks for the both of us. I was merely wishing I could borrow your brother my sword and to him be useful.”

You smile at his gallant manners.

“Well, lord, there are plenty of manners a knight such as yourself can be useful. For now, however, it is most wise to rest your energies before your lordship is called upon duty once more.”

“The lady is prudent”, muses the landowner.

As promised, you start tending his needs. You sew new robes to Osferth, earning his admiration at your skills with a needle—and you blush delightedly when he replaces his old robes for the new ones you make for him—, you prepare his bath and make sure to pray next to his side.

When the two of you are not spending the company at the landowner’s side or parting of his feast, Osferth finds himself pleased to walk with you around the gardens.

Soon, time begins to grow the fruition of a seed planted months ago. You and Osferth start discovering common tastes that go beyond piety and knightly values.

One day, though, as he watches you dance with other ladies, the landowner chuckles and says, as he raises his goblet.

“Lord, if I had not known you any better, I’d say you are besotted.”

Osferth furrows his eyebrows, but mutters a not so convincing protest.

“Why, the lady seems to correspond your fondness. Life is too short to shield your heart with pride, boy. Go ahead and court her”, says he who attends by the name of H/N.

“Lord, I see I have little argument to resist reason. However, she is my lord’s sister. I could not…”

“Nonsense”, the other interrupts him. “I shall speak to Uhtred. Do not mind that.”

Osferth hesitates. But one more sip of his wine and one more glance you cast him, he is suddenly urged by professing his sentiments to you.

***

It is late night. Osferth hesitates as he accompanies you to your bedchambers. There is an awkward silence hanging between you two after you bubbled about the dancing of tonight’s feast.

“Lord”, you muse it after a while when you finally get to your door. “Was I impertinent? Please forgive me if…”

“Nay, lady”, he interrupts you, sounding more agitated than his usual self. “I.. This is not it. I… I wish…”

You pale. Your mind seems not to comprehend what’s happening.

“Have I offended you in any manner, Osferth?”

And suddenly, just like that, words slip out of his tongue.

“It is my wish to espouse you, lady”, he whispers, lowering his eyes, though his hands are eagerly pursuing yours to hold. “I am unworthy of the greatest prize of world, which is your heart, but I dare to reclaim it. I promise you that although I have no significant surname, I…”

You barely have to think twice.

“Aye.”

Osferth could not believe his luck. His eyes, when raising again and meeting yours, go wide.

“What?”

“I take you as my husband, Osferth.”

His smile spreads before you throw your hands around his neck and press a soft kiss against his cheek. But right as you do, his face turns and you meet his lips instead.

You shiver at this first contact, but you do not shy away. Neither does Osferth.

***

This is more than a moment where the eyes speak words that no tongue can reach, for this is when two souls meet.

Osferth is as taken by you as you are taken by him. Beneath the glimpse of the moonlight that crosses through the courtins of your bedchambers, he is completely mesmerized as you lean closer to him, your fingers already unlacing his shirt.

"Don't, lady", he whispers, aching in desire as your delicate fingertips move from each muscle of his arms, shoulders and neck before slowly going below. "Let me do this first".

How he begs you moves with your body. You are patient as Osferth carefully places himself behind you, so he can enjoy a better view. You giggle as he intercalates soft kisses in your cheek and jaw with his fingers loosing your braided hair.

But every smirk dies the moment he holds your waist and kisses your neck, taking a long while in letting his tongue taste your skin.

"Lady", he humms, smirking when you start moaning softly; pleased to see you discovering these new sensations, Osferth is aroused in sharing such an experience with you. "Are you enjoying it?"

As he starts unlacing your nightgown, Osferth takes his time in denuding you. Had you turned your head in the slightest, you’d see his eyes shining with lust, devouring you just by admiring your y/c skin.

Yet, however aroused you too are, you are patient. As he slowly removes it, he now leans his chin over your right shoulder. Eyeing your full breasts, Osferth himself gets rigid in his pants.

“God, you are a gift from Heavens. Such a beauty…”, he whispers against your skin when he slowly moves his fingers from your hair to your neck, going to your arms before finally taking hold of each nipple.

“Osferth!”, you exclaim louder than you expected, head back against his shoulder as you experience such a great sensation, loving him with every bit of your flesh.

“Yes, my love”, he groans against your ear, finding almost unbearable to remain motionless when you are giving yourself to him like that. To feel your nipples hardening under his touch is already making his manhood ache. “Tell me… How do you find this of your liking?”

You arch lightly your back, rubbing one leg against the other due to the friction it gives you. Seeing it so, Osferth instinctly tosses away your gown, shushing your silent protests with a kiss before going back to your full breasts with his hands.

Yet now he moves another hand right to the between of your legs and seeing how soaked you are, both of you share a sloppy, moaning and lustful kiss.

He grins lightly at how impatient you are, trying to turn back at him so you can kiss him better and have him all over you. But Osferth is patient, nonetheless; he likes to take his time.

“Osferth…”, you whimper.

“Aye?”, he bites down your lip, smiling broadly at your reaction. “Say it, love. Come to me.”

You give up trying to turn at him, instead letting your body being under his control. As he inserts one and then two fingers in a slowly, but intensely move that makes you breathless… You soon arch your back, your legs are lifted almost out of control and you shake under his touch, much to his delight.

“Heavens!”, he groans, now kissing you fervently as he lays you down. “Perfection, Lady Y/N. Oh!”

“You are mine, and mine alone”, you vow, breathlessly, helping remove his pants and soon getting your hands at his manhood. “Please, Osferth. Please, let me feel you like you felt me.”

Before he could think twice, however, you are faster with your hands. It arouses you further to feel him with your delicate hands.. Never before had you held it.

“Let me help my lady”, he mumbles hotly, getting himself straight so he can show you how it’s done. Osferth smirks at your effort, pleased to see you enjoy taking it as much as he does when being taken. “Oh God.”

“Is it good?”, you ask him innocently, though there is no innocence in your eyes.

Osferth throws his head back at his pillow in response, his cut short breathing giving you a positive response. You feel yourself wet again as you please him, finding his manhood dripping wet as you make circular moves or when it’s throbbing under your delicate fingers.

You want him to come undone, and perhaps you are going on a similar fate. This is lust, a thought occurs you; the very type of lust the king’s wife would admonish you for. You would be a sinner, and a part of your conscience reprehends you for behaving in such a manner.

However, no thought ever reaches your heart the moment your name is out of your lips. No reason can argue it when he rolls his eyes, groaning under his breath. Nothing can dissociate you from the joy of making him feel the same climax he did to you.

You are still admiring the liquid that comes from his manhood when you are surprised by the urgency of his lips against yours. Suddenly he is all over you, your bodies are now linked as one.

“My lady”, he moans in between feverish kisses. “I have longed for you night and day”.

“As have I”, you admit it, holding him close against you. “I love you, Osferth.”

He stops a moment to contemplate the color that paints your eyes and smiles. His smile spreads when touching your face before wrapping his fingers around your curls. You blush at such an intimacy.

“I love you, Y/N. You are my lady”, he says firmly, leaning to kiss you slowly before the two of you lock hands and finally start making love.

***

By the time Uhtred had arrived, you and Osferth had secretly married—or perhaps not entirely secret since Lord H/N helped making all official, which included a grand feast.

Fearful, however, of how your brother would react to such news, you arrange an excuse to make a visit at a nearby convent. But the plan does not come out as any good as you wish for Uhtred comes sooner than planned.

“Sister dear! Y/nickname!”, he beams upon seeing you. “Riding a well a horse, I see. I almost thought you were running away from me”, he jests.

You blush, startled as you are when his thunderous voice comes to your ears. You dismount the horse and goes to greet him properly. In the end, you realize you have missed him too much to fear him.

Not from afar you reunite with Uhtred, Osferth is met by his friends in turn. It is all very gleeful, indeed, when father Breocca—always him—shares the news that Lady Y/N and Lord Osferth have been lawfully married before God.

“You did WHAT?!”

Uh-oh… Something is not going well, perhaps? Though most of Uhtred’s army is giggling like silly girls, he is too offended to join them. Giving you a look and then at Osferth, he seems to fail to understand what could you possibly have seen in the Baby Monk.

Brida, however, is not cutting any slack of his part. She sighs and says:

“Really now, Ragnarsson? How slow are you? It’s always been crystal clear that they have been attracted to each other. Must be the Christian vibe…”

“Not just that”, you protest shyly. “He is like the knight of the stories I’ve been told about. He is kind, generous, brave and good. He rescued me…”

Uhtred frowns at you, far from pleased. He then points his finger at Osferth, who barely blinks at his anger demonstration.

“You had only ONE job, Osferth!”

“Uhtred, let’s be reasonable…” father Breocca intervenes. “Isn’t it better that Lady Y/N is married to a man of your trust than let King Ælfred use her as his political pawn and thus marry her to some stranger lord?”

Uhtred is still frowning, but little by little every anxiety dies when he comes to reason. His face softens, but his shoulders remain tense when he admits, although unwillingly so:

“I see reason in your words, father. Very well. I give you two my blessing. But we must feast it in the right way.”

He smiles when seeing how relieved you and Osferth are. Uhtred beams and puts the young man to a hug:

“As much I hate to be closely related to that moron king of your father, welcome to the family, Osferth! You better watch over Y/N properly…”

He chuckles quietly and gives you a loving glance, one of the kind that warms your heart.

Now in a merrier scenario, all is well that ends up well.

“I vowed before the Lord and…”, he adds hesitantly (much to Uhtred’s pride, though), “your gods too sir that I will love my dearest Y/N until the day I die.”

“Excellent news! Now let us rejoice and drink!”

Osferth and you are finally left aside as the Lord H/N welcomes your brother and his party. Now alone, you lead him to the gardens, enjoying the peace harmony you’ve accomplished.

“I am glad everything ended perfectly well. It is the will of the Lord and it’s marvelous before our eyes”, you whisper, now gently caressing your husband’s face the moment you two stop under a tree.

“Indeed it is. I am blessed for having you here with me and finally able to call you lady wife”, he smiles warmly at you.

Resting your head against his, with no words but a smile stamped on your face, you move his hand and place it over your belly. Osferth’s eyes go wide.

You two exchange glances as if you speak silently with no words. Then comes the giggling and the embrace.

“A family! Our family! I love you, my lady!” He professes it as he spins you around. “I love you mostly ardently!”

“As I love you with my body and soul”, you whisper back. “We are having our family at long last, my handsome lord husband.”

You are finally living your own fairytale and that is enough for the two of you…

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