#sihtric kjartansson x y/n

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pairing: Finan x reader

a/n: Response to a lovely request! My first request, actually! Finally doing a solo Finan piece :) A bit soppier than I had originally planned, but I love it and I love Finan soooooo. Also the circumstance / sequence of events aren't entirely accurately in line with the events of the show but we move.

MDNI!18+ : TW finan x reader, dom!finan, virgin!reader, virginity loss, manhandling, kissing, very brief mentions of loss, fingering, p in v sex, confessions of love, slight breeding!kink

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Things were tense when the men staggered back to the stronghold. They had won their latest battle involving Mercia and Bloodhair, though at the cost of a disastrous curse upon Uhtred's family. You selfishly prayed for Finan's safety, despite the two of you not being together. You were great friends, and though the others were familiar to you too, it was Finan that you truly wished to return in one piece.

You spent your time at home praying for the souls of those who had been lost, thinking about the wise words that Hild so graciously bestowed on you. You felt her absence more than ever, needing her sweet guidance, but aware that she was already spread thin. Everyone was.

As winter crept into your home, you wallowed slightly, missing everyone. But you had a duty, an alehouse to run. It was where you had met everyone originally, and had turned into somewhat of a cornucopia for Coccham. You knew that in order to keep spirits high, you'd have to open it up and welcome everyone in. Your hearth was where you had first met Finan, sitting with Uhtred as the two of them laughed. Hild had introduced you, and your speechlessness was the source of several laughs.

You had sat with them on the table that night, laughing with Hild, who you truly saw as your aspiration. Uhtred noticed this, joking about how you reminded him of his children, which had made you huff slightly. You were embarrassed of this, but Finan assured you that you were alright, muttering some joke about how you clearly had the spirit of a warrior within you to deal with these drunken men.

It had been a slow night, but you would rejoin them when you could, smiling at Finan every now and then. Finan's eyes had scrunched up too, but his lingering look had you blushing all throughout the night. From then on, the warriors had frequented your place. You and Finan would often sit and chat. He loved that he could talk to you. For once, it was not about war, or combat, or blasted shield walls. He was sick to death of hearing the names Alfred or Edward, and you gave him peace from all of that.

It filled you with warmth to see everyone so carefree and jolly, especially as it was your father's wish when he opened the alehouse to make an honest place of it. Every now and then, a regular face would vanish, and you felt it like a sting in your core, but you carried on nevertheless.

You lived just above the alehouse, walking down the steep wooden steps as you tried to alleviate your chill. Nothing seemed to work. Lighting candles and preparing some food for the hungry travellers that would arrive soon. You had heard news that the travelling party were returning from Winchester within the next few hours, feeling sadness at the inevitable loss and pain that would be felt all through the town, but also the deep, hidden feelings of desire that you so heavily pushed to one side.

Every time you saw Finan leave, you felt a tinge of regret within you. After all, he was Uhtred's right hand man by all accounts, and great responsibilities were often given to him. What if he were to never return? You supposed it was silly to think more of your confessions being told than him returning with his life, but you were sick of pushing down these feelings. You felt like some sort of angel when his gaze fell on you, which it did, often. And when he would come in for a final glass of ale, though what you didn't know is that he was really just looking for an excuse to talk to you.

He had seemed grave when you saw him last, trying to keep smiling at you but looking away darkly every now and then. You, none the wiser, had given him a cheerful departure, promising a full meal for him and his friends upon his return. You had assured him that the plate would be waiting for him, only if he came home in one piece. The gesture was halfhearted, though to him it was a challenge. He had left beside Uhtred, meditating upon his horse about you.

You.

Finan really, really loved you. He was always incredibly outgoing, and so you assumed he would just wed someone more like him, but Finan dreamed of you almost every night. It tortured him that he was so quick with his words, and yet they seemed to disappear from him whenever he saw you. Your plump lips, your wide eyes, full of life and unsoiled by the rot of death. You were the exact opposite of what he encountered on his missions and tasks, and though he loved his life alongside his trusted Lord, he wanted something to do it all for. And that something was you. He would make sure of that.

As both of your feelings nearly spilled over each other, it was time for someone to do something.

It seemed like you had wasted your whole day, silently waiting for the evening to come, when finally, you heard some commotion - your heart sent flashes of longing through you. You felt somewhat pathetic, watching the door of your alehouse for that specific person to come through. But, when you know, you know.

Suddenly, a stream of townsfolk walked in. Some came holding hands, some even came with their children, which you didn't mind, offering them some meat pies and ruffling their hairs. You spoke with some of the women, delighted to have their husbands back and eager to get you away to spend time with them soon. You joked about being stuck behind the brewery, handing out copious pints of ale. Within the next twenty minutes, your hands were so sticky that you started flapping them furiously.

Finally, you made your way outside, wanting to do a round of everyone sitting on the benches. There, you found Finan and Osferth. Sihtric was over in the corner, with his wife, the two of them beckoning you towards them.

Giving them quick greetings, you drunk in some of the news from Sihtric, who informed you that Uhtred was still in Winchester for some time with Hild, and that he had suffered a great loss. Your head bowed at that, not wanting or needing to know any more. You wished the both of them and their children well, before granting a weak smile to the two men now before you.

Osferth gave a weak smile, fondly remembering happier times in the alehouse and wishing he could match his previous energy. You hugged him tightly, knowing he was more sensitive and newer to the trade of being a warrior, though you didn't expect him to hold on so tightly to you. You sunk into his unfamiliar embrace for a moment, before Osferth pulled away.

And there he was. Finan. You had never seen him looking more tired, slightly long hair giving him a dishevelled look. Though equally, he was beautiful. No amount of sadness could take away the kind, observant look in his eyes. He seemed to be in his own world, and you didn't want to disturb, but then he looked at you, and the faintest smile stretched onto his lips.

You wanted Finan to hold you. You wanted his warm embrace then and there, but something told you it would take a little more time. His brows are furrowed and a strong wrinkle emerges between them, telling you that he is far from relaxed. You gulp slightly, the promise of a meal still hanging in the air.

With a hand still on Osferth's shoulder, you said nothing as you gave him an empathetic nod, tilting your head and smiling as best as you could. Your chest filled with relief when his little wrinkle disappeared. The shadows lifted just slightly, and there he was. He understood you somehow, an unspoken look flittering between you, and then you were gone.

There was so much you wanted to talk to Finan about. You ached to have your friend back, even if that dynamic did pain you. He still came to the tavern, even when Uhtred returned, though he was unusually silent as weeks flew by. Even as things picked up and spirits were back to normal, Finan seemed to be stuck somehow.

You entertained mostly Uhtred and Sihtric most nights, helping them heal ever so slightly with perhaps a little too much ale. You had even begun watering it down less, which did not go unnoticed by them. You prayed with Osferth too, mostly to keep him company.

It wasn't until a whole month had passed that you could no longer take it. Finan's usual loud voice could no longer be something of the past. You needed to tell him how you felt. You knew that you had to do something tonight.

You spent far too long in the mirror during the hour before you would open. You knew it would be a busy night, as the snow had finally ceased, and people were no longer cooped up in their homes. They would want warm drink and entertainment, and you would give them just that.

"Come on, Y/N." You nudged yourself, looping two ribbons into the two braids that you had meticulously gathered with your unruly hair, pinching your cheeks before letting out a slight laugh. You hadn't realised just how much you truly valued Finan's entire personality until it changed whenever you came near. Surely freshening up a bit would impress him?

Meanwhile, as though he was mirroring you, Finan ran his hands through his hair, sitting patiently in his own company. He had been surrounded by his loud companions all day, laughing and working, enjoying any semblance of peace that he could. The Irishman thought of nothing but you, however, and felt that if he did not do something soon he would combust into a million pieces.

Truthfully, after his last visit to Mercia, he had pulled back from you slightly. He needed you so deeply, but couldn't bear the thought of making you wait around for him, worrying if he would come home or not. There was also the additional danger of his weapons everywhere, his being at Uhtred's side constantly, and the threat of having something so precious to him be so targeted. He wanted you more than he wanted to breathe.

After that first day where you had been babbling to Hild in your alehouse, he was stunned. He was in awe of how you ran the place, even with the death of your father, never allowing anyone to step on your toes, even though he would have been more than willing to help. He admired your trust in things, never fearing of the worst, unlike he had. Since his days on the ship, all he had craved was something, anything, to come home to.

Nothing had filled that space until he saw you prancing around the alehouse, clumsily spilling drinks and shaking your sticky hands in his face to annoy him, your loud laughter echoing in his mind even now as he had tried to pull you into the mess you had made.

The memory shone in his mind, so prominent that he quite literally couldn't think straight. He didn't want to be absent towards you now, but his very existence intermingling with yours was a threat to your life, and perhaps your happiness. Could he do that to you?

As the tavern bustled into life, you couldn't stop fiddling with your braids. Some of your friends had offered to touch them up, which only worried you more, but they teased you still, pinching your cheek when you had confessed to them what you were going to do tonight.

You would your hands into the handles of at least ten cups, delivering them to the table of several hefty warriors who barely fit on your stools, making a mental note to get some warrior-friendly seating arranged.

"Here you are boys," you greeted them lightly, recognising a few, particularly Uhtred, who looked like he had seen better days. His hair was loose, strewn all over his face, but a smile graced his face, which reassured you.

"You might want to slow down, Lord," you teased, anticipating his reaction. He cocked his brow, piercing blue eyes observing you graciously. "Y/N, you're too good to me. Too good." He raised a glass to you, and you playfully rolled your eyes, a renewed sense of confidence overtaking you.

As you were about to turn around, you collided with hard leathers, belonging to a very firm chest. Towering above you was Finan. You quickly fiddled with your braid, hoping he would be enticed by them. So stupid, you thought to yourself.

"Have you forgotten what incredibly handsome men look like, or are you just surprised to see me?" said Finan, voice just above a whisper. Your eyes widened at his question, hand coming up to slap his bare arms. He hadn't been this perky in a while, and it shocked you, to say the least. You were happy to see him back to normal. Though he always carried an air of dominance with him, the softer side of him was always welcome.

There was a strange determination in his eyes, as if he had woken up. "Trust me, with you in front of me every day, I could hardly forget what a handsome man looks like." Your emboldened state of mind matched his newfound confidence, and the two of you were back to being the same people that you were when you first met. Finan forgot, just for a second, about the reek of death and its hanging in the air.

Instead, he took you in. Your fresh braids, which he suspected you had done just for him. He felt so warm, even in the bitter winter, and your eyes gazing at him as though he was the kindest man on earth brought him more security than anything else in the world.

His presence alone was enormous. You had to shake your head to remember what you were really here to say to him. He had laughed at your previous remark, taking the confident proudly.

"You look so beautiful, Y/N." he stated fondly, content to spend the rest of the night with you. Your cheeks heated at his words, and you looked away, but not before his strong hands found your chin, raising your face to meet his brown eyes once more. He simply could not wait any longer.

"You always look beautiful, and I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel like you aren't", he huffed, acknowledging his own mental absence. You felt the tenderness in his touch, against the rough scarring on his hands. You smiled sadly, wishing he didn't have to be treated so roughly. Your softer hands found his, holding them tightly.

"I suppose I sh-" but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a loud crash. You were quick to inspect the commotion, not realising that the two of you were still firmly holding hands. It hadn't occurred to you until his grip tightened, dwarfing your entire hand in his. You couldn't help but smile, especially when you discovered what the scene before you was all about.

Two women were having at it, fighting like animals. These were women you knew, and so you were shocked to see them go at one another, enough even to draw blood. You considered for a moment why two familiar faces would be fighting, but the two had recently mentioned their escapades with Osferth, who was a babbling mess at the scene before him.

Finan cursed. Truly, he couldn't help but laugh. Of course, this stupid baby monk would intervene in some way, he thought to himself. You giggled at Osferth's expression as the women were finally separated by Finan, who begrudgingly let go of your hand. He felt so juvenile, clinging to you like a crush, but he simply couldn't help himself.

"Umm, I thought monks weren't allowed to hump," was all he said, before leaving the poor boy to defend for himself, returning to you. As he walked over, you felt the life reemerge within him. He was smiling so much you almost couldn't take it.

"Now that's a hero," you laughed as he spread his arms out, congratulating himself. You couldn't keep yourself from moving about, however, unable to stay still in his presence. Your mind constantly filtered through possibilities of what he was about to tell you, meanwhile your own looming confession was being stuffed further and further back in your mouth. You weren't entirely sure what he was going to say to you. Perhaps he was going to tell you to stay away from him . . .

Any suspicions of his rejection, however, were entirely forgotten when both of his hands came to cup your face. The act felt so intimate that your legs almost quivered, and you braced yourself to fall over. His head leaned back slightly, and he breathed heavily, taking you in. Finan, filled with confidence, had bee brought to his knees by you. You and your ribbon braids.

"Can we talk somewhere, please. Perhaps when it's a little less busy, lady?" you understood, but couldn't help the frustration that grew within you as your conversation was prolonged yet again. You simply nodded, but that didn't seem to be enough for him, judging by his widening eyes.

"After closing, Finan, come up the stairs, I'll be in my room." You hadn't realised just how suggestive that sounded until Finan's eyes widened even more, and he cocked his head with a cheeky grin, retorting something about you being more forward than ever. You slapped his chest, mocking his childishness, though before you could fully manage to hit him, he grabbed your wrist with ease.

His arm flexed, and he quickly pulled you in, your feet stumbling to keep up with his strength, until you felt his breath on your face, and you were close enough to be touching his lips.

"Quite the invitation, lady," he half joked, but in reality, he as already counting down the hours. "I will be there, Y/N."

After what felt like the longest night in history, the last of the crowd finally retreated from the alehouse. You were itching to see Finan. Since the two of you last spoke, you had barely seen him. Uhtred was shamefully taken home by Sihtric, who you were amazed was sober. The rest of the men and women left together, and you said your final goodbyes, closing the doors. This time, however, you didn't lock them.

You trudged upstairs, tiredness hitting your body. After hours, you finally took a seat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with the silly plaits that you had worried so much over. You sensed Finan's presence when there was a slight moan of old wood being pressed as he walked up to meet you. You had so much to say to him you could hardly contain yourself, rising from your sitting position.

Finan gave a polite knock, but didn't bother waiting, bending under the doorframe before returning to his natural state, giving you an incredibly sheepish look. You stuttered slightly, but told him to sit. You quickly realised that a man had never been up to your room. It was spacious enough, with a large bed of furs and enough space for plenty of candlelight.

"Please, sit, Finan." you held your hand out as if to show him the way, guiding yourself to the edge of your bed. Finan let out a small laugh at your sudden formality, bending as if giving you a mocking bow before sitting next to you.

Even though he had been the one to initiate conversation last time, you made it your mission to get there before him, wanting to get your own point across before he said anything to you.

"Finan, I have to tell you," you started, feeling an awful mist of tension heating up your body suddenly, " I just - I hate," you sighed in frustration, groaning as you could hardly get the words out. Finan seemed heavily amused, beckoning you to continue.

"I just really enjoy when you're here." Pathetic. "And I don't like it when you're gone away for weeks. And I worry for you when you're not here, even though I have faith in you."

Once you break the seal, you can hardly stop. Finan takes in every word as though it is gospel, but you hardly notice as you babble on.

"Obviously you're strong, and umm, and handsome, and you speak well enough to get yourself out of trouble,"

"Oh, do keep going, lady. I've never been so flattered." he raised a hand to his chest, feigning shyness. You glared at him, embarrassment curling itself around your neck, blocking any clear thought from entering your head. Finan quickly sensed your frustration, placing a hand on your thigh to steady you.

But that just made it worse.

"And then I think we're good, but you don't speak to me f-for weeks, Finan. And then you touch my thigh like this!" You could almost laugh at yourself, truly, "and I just want you all of the time, and I think we . . . I think we should be together."

With your final declaration out of the way, you feel a fatal sense of worry overcome your body at his shocked face. The hand on your thigh doesn't move, however. It tightens.

"Y/N," he starts, and you brace yourself for the worst, "Please, I want to be with you too. I stayed distant, because, well because I didn't want anything to happen to you. If I am with you, then I'll have something to actually fight for," he looked down as he continued, clearly stressed, "but then if I have something to fight for I'll have something to lose as well."

You began to understand him clearly. With what he had seen, particularly with recent events, there was always a risk involved. Perhaps what made him so good is that everything he previously needed to protect was always on the battlefield with him. The two of you together would be a constant source of worry for him. You could be kidnapped, taken hostage, injured while he was away.

"But, Finan, every time you've left, nothing has happened to me. I'm here, aren't I? Entirely whole."

"But it's different, or, it would be different," he stressed, hands flying up as he spoke.

"The only difference is I'd be yours. And I want to be yours, Finan."

He looked at you then. Really looked at you. His hand ran through his beard, and any semblance of composure that he had snapped when you bit your lip. Perhaps he was being ridiculous. Perhaps he was thinking about things too deeply. After all, he was an entirely competent warrior. If anything happened, he would be able to solve it.

He could barely control himself any longer, when your hand came to fiddle with the ribbons weaved into your loosening braids. You had never looked more innocent and enticing - he physically couldn't stand what you were doing to him.

Meanwhile, you took note of his chest heaving, feeling your own heartbeat gain speed. You decided to let even more out, noticing his gaze shifting to your hair.

"I plaited these for you, I thought they would impress you." The sheepish truth had you looking down, realising that the two of you had been stupidly restricting one another whilst simultaneously trying to impress one another in a hideously drawn out back and forth. Sorrows had settled, and now you wanted him. You needed Finan.

"They do impress me, most definitely," he assured you, teasing you slightly with his reaction. He found you utterly adorable, that you had done some little change to please him, "but you already caught my attention without the ribbons, Y/N."

The cross around his neck gleamed as it dangled, moving slightly as he leaned down to meet your face as you sat beneath him on the bed. The tenderness of the moment had been replaced by burning passion.

"Finan, I-"

"Say my name again."

"Finan-" You couldn't even finish before his lips crashed into yours. Everything melted away when you kissed. Every semblance of a problem disappeared, and it was just you and Finan. He revelled in the idea that you were his woman, spoiling himself with the very thought of it.

You, meanwhile, were growing incredibly impatient. The man in front of you was something else, his muscles straining as his hands trailed down to your waist and picked you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his strong waist, arousal beginning to leak from within you as his grip tightened. He couldn't get enough of you, and he never wanted to let you go.

"I hope you know, love, that I'm keeping you forever." He smiled, adjusting you a little so that you felt the bulge of his crotch just underneath your sex, friction causing you to whine slightly. You weren't entirely sure if Finan was aware that you were a virgin, but the feeling of his body against yours prevented you from saying anything.

"Let me hear you." he demanded as he looked up at you, and thought he was still the Finan you knew, an air of seriousness had overcome him, and the words that came from him were dominating. You understood now how he managed to control armies the way he did.

You buried your head between his neck and shoulder, drooling slightly as you let out a moan at Finan's undying strength. With your undergarments pulled to the side by the stretch of his fingers, he made sure to move you up and down ever so slowly, rubbing against his crotch even more until your naked sex could take it no more.

The fabric of his trousers was an obstacle that you needed to be removed as soon as possible. Though the friction created waves of pleasure, the way he was holding you had you panting for more.

"Please, Finan, take them off." you looked into his eyes, which held an amused stare. He took your worn out image in, unable to believe how lucky he was. Any negative thought about the relationship between you two could be dealt with later, right now he had you securely in his arms, entirely fucked out without him even properly touching you yet.

You fastened your legs around his waist, which made him laugh. "You're telling me what to do now, is it?" truthfully, he would let you do or say anything you wanted. He was wrapped around your little fingers, and he knew it well.

"Love, I can't do what you ask if you continue to cling to me like a pup," he wore a toothy grin on his face, amusement growing in time with your own frustration. You loosened your thighs from his hold, and he set you down gently on your own bed. You fidgeted when you realised what would happen once his trousers were off, if you even managed to wait that long.

You watched him undo his breeches, only to around halfway, not even letting them slide down his legs before he came to you again. You leaned your head into his arm, nuzzling instinctively into his hold like some trained animal. You felt you would burst, declaring "I love you," before he could say anything else.

"I love you too, you and your ribbons." he flicked your braid with his finger, drawing you in to a loving kiss. You were slightly stunned at his lack of hesitation, any precaution having been abandoned by him. Finan felt it as well, the swell of pride that filled him as he announced his love for you, not even questioning the words. He knew them to be true, and he knew that with you as his woman, he was entirely complete.

Your next words, however, did catch him off guard.

"I've never been with a man, Finan." you confessed, maintaining eye contact with him as you waited for his reaction, worrying that he would be less eager to bed you with your inexperience. Finan tried to fight the impure thoughts as they wavered in his brain, unable to keep his hands off you as he thought of a way to reassure you without sounding too patronising, as he usually managed.

When he still didn't say anything, it prompted you to finally look away from him, wondering if he really cared about it as much as you thought.

"Hey, where's my lady gone?" he moved to sit beside you, feeling somewhat of a fool that his bulge was straining against the half of his breeches that still hung from his hips, and you with your dress bunched up so high that all he could think about were the stockings slipping down your delicate thighs. You didn't have the faintest idea of the impact you had on him right now.

He wasn't entirely sure how much more restraint he could exercise. "I don't care about that, I want to be the only man that ever gets to touch you from now on, anyway." he buffed his chest to try and make you laugh, but you didn't give him the satisfaction of laughing, too engrossed in lulling over the words he had just uttered.

"I want to be your only woman, Finan." and with that, you kissed him forcefully, adjusting your body so that you could straddle his frame, his heavy arms wrapping around your waist, bringing you further into his kiss. His hands moved down to your ass, squeezing firmly. Your mouth remained open when he allowed them to slip further down your thigh, toying with the hem of one of your stockings. They were cheap things, made for you with the purpose of convenience, and yet he was treating them like they were pure gold.

"I don't think I'll be sharing you with anyone anytime soon, love," he managed to whisper into your ear, your hands finding his hair and gripping tightly when he inserted two fingers into you, the promise of 'getting you ready for him' hanging in the air. The feeling was unlike anything you had experience, a welcome intrusion to your core. You felt his fingers curl, pushing up as far as they could go, meanwhile his thumb also occupied a space on your clit, rubbing ever so gently whenever he could to bring you pleasure.

You felt your thigh muscles trembling as you still straddled him on your knees, his head on your shoulder, occasionally kissing your neck, creating his own little mark on you. Finan knew he was possessive. He had to remind himself to be gentle with you, however, removing his fingers and inserting them again, wanting to tease you slightly.

You gave a quick tug to his thick hair in retaliation, which he seemed to like as he groaned and leaned back in order to see your face. You couldn't help a satisfied grin, otherwise looking rather empty as you thought of nothing but pleasure.

"Careful there," he said, returning his attention to kissing your neck, marking it with a slight bite. His warm lips on your skin affected you in ways you hadn't thought possible. You wondered why he hadn't put his fingers back inside of you, but you felt him fidget beneath you, until his cock was fully out, brushing back and forth against your sex. The two sensations together, of his lips and his cock, very nearly sent you over the edge embarrassingly soon.

The ghost of pleasure kept pulsating at your core, his hand moving his cock back and forth ever so slowly, sometimes seeming as though he was about to slip in and then releasing altogether from you. You hated it, the absence and the longing, playing tricks with your mind and turning you into some kind of depraved whore.

"Finan, I swear-"

"You swear what, lady?" he taunted you, still not close enough as his arm adjusted its claim around your waist, your breasts squishing into his own chest as you practically kneeled over the top of him, wanting to push him down to finish the job yourself.

"If you don't hump me soon, I will personally ban you from this very alehouse." shocked at your own feistiness, you hadn't imagined Finan to take your word so literally. Before you knew it, your back hit your bed of furs, and Finan now kneeled above you, playing with himself, tugging back and forth, his hard cock so prominent you felt it would break you.

And break you it did. His tip finally breached your walls, before his entire member felt your insides. Your core was so full, so unbelievably full. The pressure seemed to build before he even began to move, and you released several short pants, biting back a moan that he seemed to want to encourage out of you as he moved his hips just slightly, his muscled core meeting your soft, pliable thighs, now up in the air, hanging from his grip.

You were entirely at his mercy, so pliant for him, and so good for him. "I hadn't expected you to listen well, and you proved me right," he started, moving in and out once, so tantalisingly slowly that you felt every curve, vein and pulse going through him, "I told you to be careful, didn't I sweet girl?"

Though he was teasing, he still wanted to make sure you were okay. He didn't move until your face lost the scrunch and your eyes opened to look at him, heavy breathing turning into moans as your impatience move.

"Move, Finan." And that was all he needed to hear, moving in and out of you with some force, his hands clamping into the soft flesh of your thighs, still admiring the stockings that you wore, reminding himself to ask you to wear them more often.

Your lips fell open in a gasp when he sped up even more, soft 'good girls' coming from his lips in murmurs. He let go of one of your thighs, letting your leg fall to the bed, while his free hand now moved to your stomach, pressing down on your core and feeling exactly where he was inside of you. He pumped so rhythmically that you began to think you'd truly reached heaven, the additional pressure applied by his strong hands becoming too much for you.

He watched your face, assessing you to ensure you were still comfortable. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you in any way. You felt funny, a strange tingling, almost like a warning, reaching your core.

"F-Finan, I think . . ."

He shushed you, understanding what you meant. Who was he to deny such a lovely maiden what she wanted? "Just breathe, Y/N, don't fight it, sweet girl," he guided you, the pressure of his hand increasing. He maintained his pace, feeling your walls tighten and squeeze around him, clamping so hard he struggled to keep up.

"Come on, there we are," he further encouraged, and normally, you'd tell him to shut up, his words embarrassing you slightly, but you were so filled with delicate pleasure that you couldn't risk losing it. The immense pinch in your core finally snapped, and you were coming around him, pumping him for all he was worth as your arousal came to its peak. Your face made him positively weak at the knees.

"There we go," he cooed, his hand coming to your clit to stimulate you more, though you began begging him not to, trying and failing to grab his wrist in the process. You bit your lip instead, eyes all glossy and strained as you looked at your lover as though he was God. Perhaps he was, because no mortal man should have been able to make you feel so good.

"Please come, Finan." you whined sweetly, and he could never deny you as he had done before. He would listen to you if you told him to do anything, let alone come, which he did gladly, pumping you full of his seed, thinking briefly about the pups you could share. The pups that you would share.

His heart pumped ten times as fast as he bred you, vowing to be the only man to touch you ever again. His possessiveness had seemed to grow in the last hour, and he lifted you suddenly onto his lap, caressing the top of your head as you panted in unison.

"We'll speak properly tomorrow," he began, stroking your now undone hair. Your ribbon barely hung on, and you wound it around his fingers, the fabric reminding him of your sweet confession, something that he knew he would tease you about for years to come, but secretly loved, "sleep for now, love."

He stayed awake for most of the night, observing you every now and then, mostly focusing on the sway of the candlelight. He had seen his lord go through so much, and now he had something too precious to lose, he vowed that the same would not happen to him. Even if it cost him his loyalty.

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[witchthewriter]

𝐒𝐢𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: some spoilers for the series xx

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISTP

Hufflepuff

Chaotic Good

Scorpio Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Cancer Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・The most sweetest, most gentle and most loyal husband you could ever imagine.

・Exactly like the ones in the romance novels - you are his world.

・And he would do ANYTHING for you. Sounds cliche but he would literally climb the tallest mountain, ask Uhtred to help him bring down the moon, Sihtric is crazy in love with you. And it doesn't stop after the honeymoon phase.

・Any part of your body that you dislike, Sihtric is the first one to be like "what? I don't get it. You are ... the most glorious person to ever walk on midguard."

・Has cried while alone when he's away from you.

・Not when he's been asked by Uhtred to spy though - he just thinks about you when it's safe to do so (he takes caring for his friends very seriously. He's big on loyalty.)

・Further with the loyalty comment; it's actually hilarious that it was he and Uhtred who set up that ruse in season 3. Sihtric would rather die than actually be that person

・Buys you any and every kind of jewellery; bracelets, rings, earrings, necklaces. If you follow his religion/way of life, then he buys you your own thor's hammer pendant.

・When he places it around your neck, he tugs you forward and leans his head against your forehead.

・Calls you, "sweetheart," "my love," "beautiful/handsome". But also likes to call you cheeky ones too: "troublemaker," "danger."

・Puppy god eyes, puppy dog eyes, PUPPY DOG EYES. He doesn't even know he's doing it. It was practically beaten out of him when he was younger by his father and half-brother.

・But when he realised he was doing it, Sihtric thought, 'I have never felt safe enough to act like this. With anyone.'

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Calm bf (Sihtric) x Hyper gf/bf/non-binary partner (You)

Gives Jewellery (Sihtric) x Tries To Wear Everything Every Day To Make Them Happy (You)

Black Cat (You) x Black Bat (Sihtric)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Enemies to Lovers

You first saw Sihtric when he was living with his wretched father. You never expected to find him tied up under Uhtred's command.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Lady of the Dawn by Peter Gundry

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point.

・When he first gets back from being away from you, he's hungry - like a dog in heat, he's rough, he needs to feel you, all of you.

・Sihtric's favourite thing to do is go down on you. Your juices, your smells; it drives him mad.

・After he's made you cum thrice, he rubs your cum/juices on his clothes just in case he has to leave again. He wants to be able to smell you.

・It has become a ritual now - if he doesn't then it's bad luck in his mind.

・If Sihtric is home for a while then his fucking turns into love making. Gentle, loving, slow, passionate.

・Long strokes, in and out of you while kissing every part of your face from above, nuzzling his face into your neck.

・Has a massive breeding kink (even if your body does not have the means to create a child); he likes to talk dirty while pumping into you.

"That's it, let me cum inside you my love. I want to put a child in you."

・When you agree with a whimper, it sends him over the edge. Hot ropes of cum shooting inside you.

・Sihtric keeps pumping though. The fantasy of having a large family with you made his cock hard again.

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[happilyhertale]

Destiny is all - Osferth x female!reader, Part 5

Summary: You are Finan's sister. You live in a village in Scotland, near the border with Northumbria. You lead a quiet life until your brother decides to visit you with his boys and your life changes completely.

Pairing: Osferth x fem!reader

Author’s note: Hey you (:

Now I am finally sharing my little Osferth story with you. The events are a little different from the story in the series. (No, Osferth will not die either). I hope you will enjoy it! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2.4 k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7

Other stories of mine

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As you follow the Dane towards the camp, you steal a glance over your shoulder to see Sihtric and Uhtred disappear into the distance. Turning your gaze back ahead, you can't help but notice the Dane walking beside you. Though he stands tall, he seems almost unimpressive, his thin frame catching your eye. As your gaze falls back down, you see the sticks in your hand. You feel a little out of place. But as you step further into the camp, a stunning woman approaches you. Her beauty takes your breath away as you gaze upon her long brown locks, which are adorned with feathers, just like yours. She smiles at you, "Ah, great. We need wood," and takes the wood from you. You nod at her with a smile.

As the woman walks away from you again, you see that the Dane who "found" you is already gone. You just walk further into the camp and try not to let on. You have never seen so many Danes in one place. You can't help but let your eyes wander curiously.

Uhtred has told you before that Ubba is tall. He is probably taller than most Danes. And that he has blond hair and also a tattoo on his face. Your eyes continue to wander.

But after a while it turns out that it is not so easy to find Ubba.

As the sun begins to set, the surroundings are plunged into darkness and the presence of the blond Danes seems to fill every corner of the field of vision. It is difficult to spot a taller-than-average Dane when everyone is huddled around a fire and their figures are bathed in flickering light.

With a hopeful stride, you walk on in search of a quiet place to sit and contemplate your surroundings. You pass numerous Danes and are surprised at how many of them have gathered in this area. However, a feeling of unease creeps over you as you think about the reason for their gathering.

They are eating and drinking. Loud conversations and laughter can be heard everywhere. Some Danes are having fun with women in front of the others. But you don't let yourself be distracted, you keep walking to find a quiet spot.

As you stride through the camp, the sound of some men calling out to you fades into the background. Your determination drives you forward, unimpressed by their futile attempts to attract your attention. Only when you reach the edge of the camp do you come to a halt. In the distance, the glittering waters of the sea spread out before you. You see some of the dark silhouettes of the Danes' boats anchored on the shore.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you turn back to camp and a wave of uncertainty washes over you. Where will you spend the night? How will you get in touch with the others here? And above all: where on earth is Ubba? These questions buzz around in your head and tug at your emotions with a sense of unease.

But then a dark voice pulls you out of your thoughts, "Who are you?"

You turn around and there is a tall Dane standing in front of you. You can't tell if he's taller than the other Danes, but he's very broad, tall and blond. And he has a face tattoo. That must be Ubba.

When you remember he asked you a question.

"Alva," you say, "I am Alva"

Ubba tilts his head, "Have I seen you before, Alva?" he asks hesitantly.

You get slightly nervous, but you don't want to let it show.

"Seen, maybe... but nothing more," you try to say cheekily.

A broad grin spreads across Ubba's face, "Then.. I want you"

He takes a step towards you, but you take a step back.

"Nah," you lift your finger and grin slightly, "To keep the tension up... A woman shouldn't give in so quickly," you tell him.

He looks at you confused at first, but then he grins again, "You want tension? You can have it..." he says. You are startled for a moment as Ubba approaches you.

"Ubba... we need you," suddenly sounds from behind Ubba.

Ubba turns his head around, "Now?" he asks.

You look a little behind Ubba and see another Dane there. It could be the Dane who "found" you outside the camp. He is tall, but thin. But you are not sure. The Danes all look very similar.

Ubba just grunts, "All right..."

He turns to you again, "We'll have dinner together tonight," he says with a grin.

You just nod at him with a smile. Ubba turns and leaves.

At first you stand around a little lost. But then you notice a campfire with a few women sitting around. You sit down with the women and act as if you had never done anything else.

When Ubba suddenly reappears, you look up at him.

"You. Come with me," he says simply.

The other women look at you, but you get up with a smile and follow Ubba.

You pass some people until Ubba leads you into a tent. When you enter, you see a table with food and drinks. Some Danes are already sitting around the table and drinking. You sit down with them, but Ubba makes sure that you sit close to him. He doesn't eat much, but drinks all the more. His hand keeps trying to wander along your body. You keep biting your tongue. But fortunately Ubba keeps getting distracted by conversation. That always lets you breathe a sigh of relief.

You abstain from too many drinks because you want to keep a clear mind. You try to follow the ongoing conversations but find them rather uninteresting. The topics are mainly about past "exploits" and trivial things, with no mention of current activities. It occurs to you that maybe they don't talk about such things in the presence of women?

The evening drags on and on. And at some point Ubba is drunk as a skunk. When the other Danes have also consumed enough alcohol, they try to carry Ubba to bed. Ubba doesn't notice much anymore, but he can still call for you.

"Alva!" he calls simply and you swallow.

The Danes just leave the tent and you lie down with Ubba. You don't really dare to breathe or move. But when he just starts snoring, you feel relief spreading through you.

You are now alone in the tent and only Ubba's snoring can be heard. You turn on your side and let your gaze wander around the tent a little.

Oh, how you long for Osferth. His absence leaves a cold and lonely emptiness. The thought of a chunky, snoring Dane lying next to you is anything but comforting, for it is Osferth's warm body that you long for. The gentle rhythm of his breath on your neck and the way he wraps you in his arms in the night are but distant memories. As you contemplate the possibility of never seeing him again, tears well up in your eyes. The fear of a tragic fate that could befall you here sends panic coursing through your veins, but you try to suppress these thoughts and push them away. With a deep exhale and wiping away your tears, you try to regain your composure. Your moment of comfort is abruptly interrupted, however, when you feel Ubba's arm clasp you tightly. The suddenness of his touch startles you, but your apprehension is soon soothed by the sound of his snoring, allowing you to calm down again.

You mustn't let yourself be distracted, you think to yourself. You are here to do a job and then the boys will get you out of here.

As the night progresses, you don't exactly fall into a deep sleep. Instead, you find yourself in a slumbering state that pulls you out of consciousness again and again. As the first rays of sunlight filter through the tent, you rise quietly, careful not to wake Ubba, who is still snoring loudly.

You step outside and enjoy the peaceful surroundings as you let your eyes wander over the quiet camp. It is still early, but you can already see a couple of women sitting around a nearby campfire, and you walk over to them with a smile. As you sit down with them, you notice that they are not discussing anything particularly important, but the simple conversation is enough to fill the morning with warmth and companionship.

Nothing particularly noteworthy happens during the day, and you are content to bask in the company of the women. At one point, you watch Ubba stumble out of his tent, showing off his well-built body as he washes himself at a nearby water source. Despite his scars, you can't help but admire the strength and resilience he embodies.

But ultimately it is the company of women that catches your attention again. Even if your conversations are not particularly deep, you appreciate the sense of community and connection they convey.

As the sun sets, Ubba accompanies you back to his tent. You and Ubba were alone in the tent and you tried to keep a safe distance between you and him. But he persistently pulls you closer to him and tries to take you in his arms. Eventually you find yourself on his bed, although you try hard to keep your distance.

Desperate, you try to divert his attention by surreptitiously pouring more ale into his cup. This also seems to work at first, but only seems to increase his lust for your body in the end. His fingers run over your skin, but you playfully push them away, laughing coyly. Undeterred, you fill his cup with more ale.

"Do you know that you are one of the most seductive women who have ever lain in my bed?" he whispers in your ear.

You chuckle, "And how many women have ya told that to?"

He has to grin, "You have a naughty tongue"

He leans forward and begins to lick your neck gently. You chuckle again, but take his face in your hands. You can tell by the look in his eyes that he must have drunk enough ale already. He looks at you with a grin. You get a little nervous and don't quite know what to do. You just kiss him. You are surprised when you realise how good a kisser he is. But immediately Osferth and his soft lips come to your mind and you pull your head away. Ubba begins to let his hands wander over your body again.

Ubba grins at you, but you see that his eyes keep falling shut. You hand Ubba another mug of ale and he drinks it down almost in one go. You look at him a little surprised, but he just burps.

"I need to rest for a moment," he murmurs suddenly and leans his head back. His hands continue to wander gently over your thigh. But they become slower in their movements as Ubba slowly closes his eyes. You lie down beside him and watch him. You relax a little as you become aware of his snoring again. Then you sigh.

If this goes on, you won't learn anything really valuable. Despite the copious consumption of alcohol, Ubba is not talkative. Instead, it only makes him sleepy, which you find somewhat relieving. However, the need for information remains.

As the night drags on, you do not sleep, and your thoughts constantly wander to Osferth. You long for his company and wish you were in bed beside him rather than with Ubba. You close your eyes and try to recall an image of Osferth lying beside you to calm your mind...

Dawn brings only a minimal sense of relief from the sleepless night, but you manage to free yourself from Ubba's grip and slip quietly out of bed. This day also passes uneventfully. You also find it difficult to stay close to Ubba as he is constantly talking to other people in different places.

But towards evening, most of the group comes together. You drink extensively and eat. You kind of like that about the Danes.

Ubba approaches you again. He embraces you from behind and pulls you towards him. His arms are around your waist and he presses his face into the crook of your neck. You feel him inhale your scent.

"Tonight I will make you a very happy woman," he whispers softly in your ear.

You close your eyes, but not because it arouses you, "Yes... finally," you whisper.

Hopefully the boys will get you out before then, you think to yourself.

Ubba pulls you along and sits down with you in a group. But instead of you sitting next to him, he pulls you onto his lap. You gasp at first as you land on his lap. But he holds you tightly in his arms. His fingers caress your thighs incessantly. Indeed, the mood around you is very exuberant. There is much laughter and much drinking. You are also drinking now, but you continue to hold back.

As a voice rings out and a Dane asks, "When do we get to Winchester?"

You listen as you are about to take a sip of your ale.

For a short time no one says anything, but finally Ubba answers.

"The plan is that we will be there in a fortnight. The men from Skorpa will join us shortly before that," Ubba says dryly.

As your ears pick up the words, your breath catches in your throat in anticipation of the information to come. Feigning indifference, you nestle closer to Ubba and trace delicate patterns on his firm chest with your fingers. A mischievous grin plays around Ubba's lips as he returns your gaze, but his attention is soon diverted by the other Dane's voice.

"And how much should I pay the contact in Winchester? So that there will be fewer guards there when we arrive?" he asks.

You try to listen attentively. You drink from your ale again. Ubba begins to run his fingers over your body again. They travel up your thigh.

"Ubba?" you hear again from the Dane.

Ubba looks at him again, thinking for a moment.

"As much as necessary... as little as possible," he answers briefly and succinctly before looking at you again.

Without waiting for an answer, he looks at you. He smiles slightly, "Shall we retire?" he asks you gently. You swallow a little. But just as you are about to say something, you hear shouting.

"Fire! Fire!!! The boats!"

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[icarusignite]

Night Terrors

Sihtric x gender neutral reader

Hurt/comfort, fluff

Summary: Sihtric has a nightmare, and he accidentally snaps at you. What comes after is the most awkward confession of his life and you are oblivious af. 

A/N: Haha I just made myself feel very single with this. Not proofread so apologies for any typos. Leave your thoughts in the comments <3

Word Count: ~ 2k

It was a tranquil night in the forest, and you watched the sky in quiet contemplation, tracing out the constellations in the stars. You took a moment to look around you then, watching the sleeping forms of your comrades, the men who had come to be like a second family to you, after your own was massacred by the Danes. Uhtred and his pretty boys, everyone called them, but to you, they were more than that. They were loyal and brave and even reckless at times, but they had good hearts nonetheless. Although you tried your best not to, your eyes eventually wandered to one of them in particular. Sihtric Kjartansson, son of Kjartan the Cruel. Your gaze traced the planes of his face, over the slope of his nose, the curve of his jaw. He looked peaceful in his sleep, unlike the fearsome warrior he was known to be. Here, under the night sky, he was just a man. A man you were hopelessly in love with perhaps, not that you would ever confess the truth of your feelings. It would only bring you heartache and misery and when he rejected you, you would feel pathetic. It wouldn't be his fault really, he would look at you with his kind eyes and tell you that he could not possibly feel the same way about his comrade in arms. He would tell you that you were a fearsome warrior no doubt, but there was simply no room in his life for you. Not in that way at least. Then you would never be able to face him again and your time amongst Uhtred's men would come to an end. You tried not to dwell on it though, banishing such traitorous thoughts to the recesses of your mind.

You snapped yourself out of your thoughts, away from the treacherous path they were taking, and went back to being mesmerized by the stars rather than Sihtric's sleeping face. You also took a quick look around the small encampment, keeping a watch out for anyone who would seek to harm your friends in their slumber. When you heard the sound of leaves crunching, you stood and drew your sword. The stars in the sky provided the only light and you squinted your eyes toward the cluster of trees on the opposite end of the clearing to try and make out who or what had caused the disturbance. You walked slowly, looking back every now and then to ensure that your friends were safe and when you got to the edge of the clearing, you heard the sound of a branch snapping again. You carefully parted the bushes in front of you and peered through.

There was a face staring back at you. You held back a gasp at the sight of the watery eyes but then you exhaled in relief, the beginnings of a smile etched on your face. It was only a deer. That was what was causing the noise, not some Dane assassin sent to finish you all. You reached out your arm ever so slowly, brushing your fingers against the deer's head. It held perfectly still and you held your breath as it allowed you to caress it, its ears twitching slightly. Then there was a pained groan that came from behind you. The deer's ears perked and it skittered backwards, bounding away from you and the clearing. You whipped your head back toward the camp, worry gnawing in the pit of your stomach as you looked around for the intruder who had disturbed your sleeping friends while you were distracted by the presence of the animal.

The camp was empty, and Uhtred and the boys all slept peacefully. Finan's snores echoed throughout the clearing and you stifled a laugh. Just as you were beginning to think that the groan from earlier had just been a figment of your imagination, it reverberated again. Your eyes snapped toward Sihtric, he was the source of the noise it seemed. You approached him, walking slowly to make sure that the sound of your footsteps would not awaken him. He tossed in his sleep and as you looked down at his troubled face, your own brows furrowed to match his. He let out a strangled whimper and it shook you. You had never seen him this distressed, nor had you known that he was prone to night terrors. You debated waking him up just then, kneeling beside him with your hand outstretched when his eyes snapped open. You startled, pulling your hand back, but remaining knelt at his side. He jolted up, his chest heaving as he looked around frantically, not recognizing his surroundings for a moment.

"Sihtric?" you whispered hesitantly. "Is everything alright?"

He looked at you as if just realizing you were there, his mouth twisting into a frown. You reached out to him. You didn't really know why, perhaps it was to placate him, calm him down, perhaps to ground him, but it was a mistake. Before your hand could make contact with his shoulder, he jerked back, his hand swatting away yours.

"Do not touch me!" he snarled.

You pulled back, stung.

"Right, yeah of course. Sorry about that. Are you alright?"

Sihtric sighed, and stood abruptly, turning his back to you to walk away from the camp. You stood to follow him, not wanting to leave him alone when he was obviously so unnerved. He turned back and you froze in your place at the sight of his glare.

"Stay away!" he ordered, and then stalked away once more.

"Okay. Yea, okay I'll just stay here then," you mumbled to yourself, slumping down to resume your night watch duty.

He probably had a nightmare, that was why he was so on edge. That was why he had been so short with you just now. He couldn't hate you could he? How could he possibly have come to dislike you in such the short time that you had known each other? No, it was not possible, and yet your mind was beginning to spiral. Maybe you should have just left him alone, maybe he was angry with you for waking him up, maybe you should have stayed away from him. You shook your head to clear it of the intrusive thoughts. He was simply agitated by whatever he saw in his dream and that was all. It was perfectly understandable and yet it took you a few moments to convince yourself of that. You looked over in the direction he was gone and spotted his shadowed form leaning against a tree a few yards away. You decided to keep one on him even as you guarded the camp.

Soon it was becoming increasingly difficult to keep your eyes open. You rubbed them in exhaustion, trying to stay awake but it was inevitable. You had your legs pulled up to your chest and your cheek resting on your knees. The last thing you remember seeing was the sight of Sihtric's shadow getting up and walking back towards the clearing. It would be alright for you to close your eyes for a few moments you reasoned, now that he was back. You let sleep take over, completely unaware of the Dane who had settled beside you against the tree.

Sihtric watched you sleep, feeling guilty about his behaviour from earlier. How he had grown so attached to the newest member of their group, he did not know, but now his heart was full of you. He had hurt you earlier, he had seen it in your eyes as you flinched away from him. He watched you slumber, his hand not resisting the urge to brush away the lock of hair that fell over your forehead. Your eyelids fluttered as his fingertips brushed your skin and then you were looking right at him, eyes blinking blearily.

"Sihtric?" you questioned, your voice small.

"Hey," he replied, equally quiet.

You immediately looked away, gaze lowering as you remembered that he probably did not want to see you. His heart sank at the sight.

"You won't even look at me?"

You shook your head immediately, "It...it's not like that."

"I am sorry. I shouldn't have yelled at you. I shouldn't have said what I did."

"It's fine. You were troubled and I was just there... I'm sorr-"

Sihtric interrupted you immediately, "You have nothing to apologize for. Nothing at all. It is I who must, for behaving in such a way. I was just...I had a dream..."

"You don't have to explain to me. You don't have to say anything really, I understand," you added quickly.

Both of you sat in silence for a while, leaning against the same tree, shoulders brushing as you avoided looking at each other. Sihtric took a deep breath just then, as if he was about to say something of importance. Your heart thudded painfully in your chest. This was it. This was the moment where he told you that he noticed the way you looked at him, with eyes full of yearning and he wanted you to stop. He would tell you to stop.

"I did not mean it you know," he finally spoke.

"Mean what?"

"What I said. I did not mean a word of it."

"Oh?"

Sihtric chuckled nervously before explaining, "I don't want you to stay away. Gods, I never want you to stay away from me."

You only looked at him blankly, your mind lagging, unable to process the meaning behind his words. He took your silence as a sign of rejection and the anxious smile on his face dropped. He lowered his head and mumbled to himself.

"Yea, of course. You do not have to share my feelings. Perhaps I have burdened you with the knowledge of my feelings then. It was not my intention to do so."

"Wait feelings? What feelings?" you looked perplexed and he laughed at your lost expression. He found you adorable even as you were rejecting him.

"My feelings. For you."

"You... you have feelings for me? As in you like me?"

Sihtrid laughed for real this time, "Well, that is one way of putting it yes. I like you. I admire your strength, your courage, your generosity, and your desire for justice. I think I could love you."

"Oh?" you just gaped at him and he reached out to push your chin upward to close your mouth.

"Careful, you'll catch flies in there if you don't stop with the slack-jawed expression."

"You...you like me? How's that even...possible?" your schooled our voice into calm indifference.

"Don't sound so enthusiastic. Gods, you're breaking my heart here," Sihtric teased.

You gave him a look and he straightened up to leave.

"You do not have to give me an answer if you do not wish to. I just, I just wanted you to know that is all."

He stood up and your mind raced to find a response before he could walk away. Your body moved faster than your mind though, and your hand reached up to snag his, pulling him down beside you once again. He stumbled down to his knees and in his surprise he did not register your face approaching his until your lips came into contact with his cheek. It was a mere peck, a brush of lips against skin, but it made his heart stutter painfully.

"Is that answer enough for you then?" you asked softly, pulling back with your ears bright red in embarrassment at your boldness.

Sihtric grinned at you mischievously. He grabbed the back of your head, his hand tangling into your hair, before pulling you close once again.

"Anything you give me will always be more than enough for me," he breathed against you before crashing his lips against yours.

You let out a squeak of surprise as his mouth moulded into yours, your hands coming up to grip his shoulders. It was a gentle kiss, reverent, like he couldn't believe you were real, that you were truly right here in front of him returning his feelings.

"Oi, aren't you supposed to be keeping watch?" came a cheeky voice.

Sihtric pulled away from the kiss and shot a glare at Finan who was smirking at the two of you.

"Leave them be Finan, it took them long enough as it is," Uhtred chided.

"And you're paying the next time we go to an alehouse, baby monk," Finan nudged Soferth who was leaning back on his elbows beside him.

Osferth rolled his eyes, "I didn't think Sihtric had it in him."

"You're all terrible," Sihtric grumbled.

When he pulled you in for another kiss, the clearing erupted with laughter and hoots. It didn't matter to the both of you though, for in that moment, the entire world had collapsed to the feeling of your lips on his and nothing else mattered.

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silent love song | sihtric kjartansson x fem!reader

Summary: A pretty lady is convinced that Sihtric hates her, a pretty warrior is terrified of confessing his feelings more than fighting the most dangerous enemy, and the pretty boys simply have to spring into action, because you can't be more oblivious than these two.

Disclaimer: English isn’t my first language!

Word count: 2.5k

Hope in her heart extinguished as quickly as it had ignited. 

Sihtric Kjartansson ran away from her once again. 

The cool air was a welcome change after hours spent in a stuffy and stinky hall, overflowing with joyful men. Though drunken would be a more fitting description. The wind tousled (Y/N)'s hair as she quietly left the room to take a break from the chaos that only a band of celebrating warriors could create. She turned her head at the sound of approaching footsteps. In the dimly lit vestibule, she recognized Sihtric's figure. He stood there for a few seconds. Then, he spun on his heel and returned to his companions. 

(Y/N) let out a heavy sigh. Since she had never noticed the boy's flushed cheeks and how nervously he gulped, trying to find the courage to talk to her, she once again came to the following conclusion - Sihtric Kjartansson did not like her. From the very beginning. 

Poor girl rested her head against the wooden railing and closed her eyes in frustration. She didn’t even know what his problem was!

“What a cheerful mood,” commented Finan, nudging her with his elbow. “Is the lady planning to stand here in this abyss of despair or will she come back to us?” 

“Why don’t you go away and bother someone else?”

“My other friends have ugly faces. It takes away my drinking joy.” 

(Y/N) laughed and shook her head. 

“Are ya okay? Ale’s too strong?” he asked, then smiled playfully. “Sihtric is worried.”

The girl glanced at him and furrowed her brow in contemplation. She hoped Finan would keep it discreet after she said what she had intended to say. 

“I'm asking you, because you're an honest man,” she began, smoothing the material of her skirts just to occupy her hands. She had to know. “Sometimes even recklessly straightforward.”

“Thank ya,” he replied with a proud smile. Then he processed the second part of her statement and grimaced. “I guess.” 

“Why does Sihtric hate me?” she asked, her tone almost pleading. “I don't mean that he has to like me, but he doesn't utter a word to me, while he talks to everyone else. He runs away at the sight of me! Even today. Is my company that unbearable, or did I do something to offend him? If it's the latter, I will apologize, for heaven's sake!” 

Finan stood there with raised eyebrows for a while. Then he let out a belly laugh. (Y/N) waited with hands placed on her hips until the Irishman stopped wheezing. 

“That's what you get when you ask a drunkard anything,” she retorted, about to walk away, but Finan held her arm.

“No, wait, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!” he exclaimed, wiping tears from his eyes. “You've amused me so. Wait! Wait, woman.”

“You're making fun of my problems. If you told me that girls run away at the sight of you, I would at least explain why. Sometimes you're a real piece of shit.”

“Girls go crazy when they see me,” he protested, to which (Y/N) rolled her eyes. “But ya make Danish warriors weak in the knees, so you have nothing to complain about! Sihtric worships the ground ya walk on, I'm serious now.” Finan straightened up and smiled, but this time more gently. “He's cute, but he's already wearing us all out with his tales about your beauty, so if you could just help us out…” 

“You're making fun of me,” (Y/N) replied uncertainly, searching his face for signs of deception. 

“For someone so wise, you're more blind than my grandmother in her final days,” Finan muttered, crossing his arms. “Think for a moment. He doesn't have to say anything. It's just that ya seem to have your eyes up your arse.”

“I should drown you in that barrel of ale. I'm going to sleep, and I suggest you do the same.” The girl jumped off the steps without looking back. 

“He bows when he sees ya approaching, even if miles separate ya,” the Irishman continued. (Y/N) reluctantly stopped, though her stubbornness still prevented her from turning around. “He stands near your tent at night, and believe me, no one dares to enter. Who do ya think takes care of your horse? The servants, to put it mildly, have been dismissed.” (Y/N) slowly faced Finan. “When trouble or danger arises, who magically appears in front of ya? Coincidence, right? And when we set up camp a week ago, I hope ya know that no one conjured those extra furs; they were from him.”

The girl looked down and sighed softly. 

“And the flowers by the entrance of my tent, I presume?”

“Aye, ya should see how enthusiastically he picks them! That beast has gone a bit mad for ya. Anything else, my lady?”

“When I said I have no means to defend myself…”

“A sudden surge of wisdom!”

“Be quiet,” she murmured with a smile, waving him goodbye.

“That's a nice dagger ya have!”

Because it’s Sihtric's.

A complete, humiliating, crippling defeat.

“Did you shit your breeches?” Uhtred yelled loud and clear, even before Sihtric could return defeated to their table.

“Come on, give him a break, lord.” Osferth threw Sihtric a comforting look and a tight-lipped smile. Sihtric messed up his hair and slumped heavily on the bench.

“I can't handle it, I just can't,” he admitted with considerable embarrassment. “If only she were a little less beautiful, everything would look different.”

“Close your eyes then,” Beocca advised from above his bowl of stew.

“God's wisdom knows no bounds,” Osferth commented in a voice devoid of emotion and glanced at Sihtric, who, in his misery, decided to down his ale in one go. 

“I don't understand you, I simply don't understand you,” Uhtred sighed. “A brave warrior, slaying enemies with a sword, an axe, even with bare hands. And he's afraid to simply talk to a lady.” 

“Uhtred, feelings have overwhelmed people more than once. The heart is not inclined to listen to rational explanations. It follows its own rules,” Beocca spoke up, folding his hands on the table. “Don't lose faith, Sihtric. Everything will work out.”

“He doesn't need faith, just some balls,” Uhtred protested, to which the priest and the baby monk gave him disapproving looks. 

“What? Nothing but the truth.”

“She wouldn't want me anyway,” the young warrior spoke, staring into the bottom of his mug. “She is a lady, and what am I? What can I offer her? What can I give her? It's pathetic. It's enough for me to admire her from a distance and know that she's safe; the rest is just a stupid dream.”

“He's entered the wailing phase,” Uhtred groaned. Leaning back, he looked towards the entrance. “Finan went to her. He probably annoyed her. Oh, he definitely annoyed her. Maybe she was already irritated that you messed up once again and exploded.”

“Whatever do you mean?” 

“Gods, Sihtric, she was looking at you all evening. She went outside alone, so you had a perfect excuse to approach her, you fool.”

“It's not that simple-”

“My lady, what a beautiful evening it is today. You suddenly disappeared, and I wanted to make sure everything is okay. It is? Great. I wanted to be certain. And ask if you would like to sleep in my tent tonight.”

“Uhtred!”

“What now?”

“The savage speaks through you,” Beocca scolded him. Meanwhile, Finan returned and leaned conspiratorially over his dark-haired friend. 

“(Y/N) asked about ya, little runt.” 

“About me?” Sihtric raised his head so quickly that he almost broke his friend's nose. “What exactly did she say?” 

“Ya would know if ya had gone there and asked her yourself,” Finan replied with a wicked smile and darted back towards the exit. 

“Finan!” Sihtric shouted after him, immediately getting up from his seat. “What did she say? Finan!”

“If things continue to look like this, the opportunity will slip right past him,” Uhtred concluded, watching with amusement as Sihtric chased after the Irishman. “We need to corner him.”

“But how, my lord?” Osferth asked uncertainly. “He gets very nervous in her presence. I doubt we can…”

 “Anger is a bit stronger than fear. And I have an idea.”

 “Oh God, watch over us.”

Something was off. Aethelwold had never sat so close. And Sihtric's eyes had never gleamed with such fury. 

“That's exactly how it happened, my lady. I'm not telling this story to boast, oh no,” the royal nephew spoke, gesturing animatedly.

(Y/N) had hoped for a peaceful afternoon and a bit of quiet in the shade of the sprawling oak tree. She had some things to think about. She had to think about Sihtric. About Finan's words. And about things she hadn't noticed before. Perhaps she had indeed surpassed the Irishman's grandmother in her blindness. 

Barely had she settled under the tree with an apple in her hand and a tangle of thoughts in her head when Sihtric appeared nearby. He must have had a lot to do in that area.

She lifted her gaze when she felt him looking at her. He blushed to the tips of his ears and bowed deeply. She smiled and was about to get up and approach him. (Y/N) had prepared a perfect excuse. The dagger desperately needed sharpening. Maybe Sihtric would confess that he had given it to her. But all dreams and plans were ruined by Aethelwold, emerging out of nowhere with an innocent smile. 

“My lady,” he began and sat down next to her without waiting for an invitation. “If it's not a bother, I'll keep you company for a while. I see it's not. We haven't had a chance to get to know each other better, don't you think?” 

(Y/N) wasn't quite sure what this arrogant man was getting at, but she decided to listen to his utterly fascinating stories for a while so as not to appear rude. 

Sihtric was seething. He thought Osferth was lying because Uhtred ordered him to. The young monk had told him in great secrecy that he overheard a conversation between Aethelwold and (Y/N)'s brother. The topic of discussion was an initial marriage agreement. Of course, Sihtric didn’t believe him. 

But now, before Sihtric's eyes, that pile of dung was cozying up to his lady. He was probably telling outrageous things just to brag. 

Sihtric Kjartansson sharpened his sword, carefully observing every move of Aethelwold. That poor fool felt beads of sweat on his forehead when their eyes met. 

“Lord, if you'll allow me, I'm very tired,” (Y/N) gently interrupted his never-ending story and got up, dusting off her dress. Aethelwold stood up with her and grabbed her wrist firmly, holding her in place. 

Big mistake. 

One pleading look from (Y/N) later, the man, royal or not, landed on his backside with a loud thud, forcefully pushed away. 

“The lady leaves when she wishes to leave, and you keep your hands to yourself,” the young Dane growled, to which Aethelwold raised his hands in a defensive gesture. 

“Yes, I apologize,” he quickly stammered, gathering himself from the ground and rushing off to an appointed place. 

“Never again, he looked at me like he were the devil himself,” Aethelwold said in a high-pitched voice. He extended his hand, on which Uhtred sprinkled a few silver coins. “I demand a barrel of ale added to my payment. He was sharpening his sword!”

“We saw. Someone got maaad,” chuckled Finan, trying to get a better look from behind the twigs.

“Important thing is, it worked. That justifies my lie, doesn't it, lord?” Osferth asked for a confirmation, pushing past Finan.

“God will forgive you,” Uhtred promised. “But you won't get the ale, Aethelwold. There was supposed to be a kiss too.”

“Of course! So he could kill me!”

Unaware of the trap set for him, Sihtric was seething with jealousy and a sense of injustice. She couldn't marry that scoundrel. 

“Thank you, I thought I'd never get rid of him,” (Y/N) smiled and bowed her head slightly. 

“Can I say something?” Sihtric asked with desperate fervor.

“You certainly should, it's rare,” the girl laughed, but her expression grew serious at the sight of his face. 

“Don't marry him. Don't do this to me and to yourself.”

“Sihtric? I'm not…”

“Aethelwold doesn't deserve you. Honestly, I doubt anyone ever will. He's a coward and you, (Y/N), need something more. Someone who will pledge you a sword along with their heart. And give you that whole heart until it becomes one with yours. Make you a part of their world in its very core. They'll dream of you because you're someone worth dreaming of. Worth of devotion and tenderness. They'll see in you not only the beauty that weakens me, but also the strength and courage that are evident in every move you make-”

(Y/N) looked at him for a while, her gaze wandering over his face. 

“Weaken you?”

“What?” Sihtric stumbled, suddenly realizing the weight of his slip of the tongue.

“Why were you silent for so long if you speak like this?” (Y/N) sighed before rising on her tiptoes and planting a sweet kiss on his lips. Sihtric didn't open his eyes, afraid it was all a dream. 

“My lady? I... I apologize if it's too much at once…”

“Someone recently talked some sense into me, so now I know you've been telling me this all along, little by little,” (Y/N) confessed, cupping his face in her hands. “You spoke through your actions, Sihtric. I'm sorry for averting my gaze.”

The mighty warrior fixed his gaze on the tree, embarrassed to meet the girl's eyes.

“Did you at least like the flowers?”

“Very much. Where do you pick them?”

“It's a secret.”

“We can go pick them together sometime. And roll in the grass.” 

Sihtric burst into laughter and kissed her more passionately. The realization hit him that now he could. 

“Wait,” (Y/N) suddenly said, holding him back by the arm. “Where did the idea that I'm getting married come from?”

“Osferth told me,” he said, furrowing his brow. “And the person that told you-”

“Finan,” (Y/N) quickly interrupted. 

“One could have guessed.”

“No. Well, yes. But now I mean that Finan is standing over there and waving at us.” 

Sihtric turned around abruptly. Now not only Finan, but also the rest of the party left their hiding spot. The boys looked very pleased with themselves. 

“Right, Uhtred all along,” (Y/N) looked at Sihtric. “You frightened the poor man and he was just doing your lord's bidding.”

“He deserved it,” he whispered in her ear. They heard a cough behind them. Father Beocca also decided to grace them with his presence. 

“Is anyone else hiding in the bushes?” Sihtric muttered, rolling his eyes. 

“I only came to inquire about when we're setting the date for the wedding.”

“Whose wedding? It's easy to get confused,” (Y/N) chuckled. 

“Yours, lady. With Sihtric, of course,” Beocca replied nonchalantly, pointing with his finger at the Dane still embracing her tightly. “Uhtred told me.”

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[synintheraven]

✵pairing: sihtric kjartansson x fem!reader

✵summary: the crew goes raiding in an attempt to gain riches and reader keeps taunting Sihtric as he's still reluctant to her being there at all.

✵tw: mentions of blood/violence, violence, fire (as in provoked fire, burning stuff?)

✵word count: 1,5k (note: will try to keep chapters about this long so I can divide the story into many chapters hehe)

characters info | part one | part three

It was raining. The air smelt of wet grass and damp earth, filling my nostrils. Watching as water drenched the timber of the floor, or how drops fell from the thatched roof over our heads.

It was a cold, dark night and I missed the warmth offered by fire and a dry cloak over my shoulders. But everyone was sleeping and no one suspected a few wolves were quietly wandering among sheep.

We had managed to find a small village, still safe from the clutches of the Great Army’s Danes. It lay on the Black Bourn River, hidden behind willow trees and yellow reeds: looking like no more than an old ruin from afar, but with enough riches to fill our ship.

The place was scattered with small houses going inland, following the road through empty fields and skinny farm animals, stopping where a sad tree marked the entrance. There were no guards, no fighters; only a few old hounds and a single rusty bell to the far side of the village, near the deserted docks.

Yggr was standing by the entrance of the hut, peering outside as we waited behind him. The place smelt like animal dung and water was passing through the holes in the thatch. But we had swords in our hands and eyes sharp, ready to surprise sleeping Saxons.

—Sihtric, Y/N: you two, go. —He beckoned towards the thegn’s house, whose position was given away by the bigger size of its estate.

We went fast, but quietly. Keeping hold of our weapons and avoiding puddles, walking carefully through the bushes.

Sihtric went first, guiding me through the village as he avoided the light from torches and bonfires. Searching for a way into the hut, for doors creaked and we couldn’t risk getting caught, at least not until we had seized the thegn.

We had managed to find an uncovered window, revealing a small area with a table and leftovers from supper still scattered around. It was our way in, though we needed to remain unnoticed.

I jumped through, and scooted the room to ensure there was no one else around, looking for spying eyes before Sihtric came through. Yet the darkness of the room hid no one, not even when thunder brought some light through the wooden window.

The man we were searching for was resting only a few steps away from us, a poor straw wall being the only thing in between us and the four of them; two children, the man’s wife and our target. I moved slowly, approaching his wife and kids, while Sihtric stood behind the man.

He held his short sword to the man’s throat, awakening him with a soft blow on the chest before speaking. —Where’s the silver? —He said in English, but to me it sounded like he was making up words.

The Saxon’s answer was decisive, for it was up to him whatever we were to do next: he could either scream, therefore have Yggr burn everything and everyone to the ground, or he could stay calm and save everyone by giving us a simple answer. Yet by the Dane's reaction, I suspected his answer wasn’t the one we wanted.

—You lie! —He bellowed with a frown, awaking the man’s family. —Tell me where the silver is or she will kill them.

The man remained calm, despite the cold steel threatening the flesh from his neck. His wife, however, looked around with eyes wide open and sat on the furs determined to cry for help, though my sword pointing towards the kids made her reconsider.

—Burn in hell, heathen. —The thegn snarled back, spitting on Sihtric’s face while his kids and wife felt nothing but terror.

Whatever he had said set the Dane’s eyes ablaze and, all of a sudden, there was nothing but rage in his face. Stumbling on his own feet and with his eyes fixated on his poor wife’s worried expression, the man had his wrists tied together and was then forced out of the hut.

Rain drenched their clothes as they stood in the front yard, both facing the burning huts and Yggr’s warriors as they looted the place.

—You chose your pride over your people, now you’ll see them burn! —He spoke loudly, kicking the man’s legs and forcing him on his knees. Then, I suppose, proceeded to repeat what he had said in English, causing the man to twitch around and try to get rid of Sihtric's hold.

But there was no way back. Yggr and his men had heard us and set the thatched roofs ablaze.

It was quite a sight; fire burning bright in the dark night, as the storm and the villagers tried to stop it from spreading. Some men attempted to go after our crew and tried to use hooks, small axes or whatever they could find to defend their belongings, their land. And they died or got seriously injured, fighting with skilled warriors and not mere farmers like them.

Yggr was standing only a few steps from us, stopping his frenzy for a moment to look at the thegn. The light from the fire lit his blonde hair and the fresh blood running down his axe, which he pointed towards us.  —Is this what you want, Saxon? —He said with a deep voice, loud enough to be heard despite the heavy storm and screaming warriors around him. —Show me the silver and I’ll spare your life and those of your people.

Sihtric held the man’s head, forcing him to look at our Jarl. He must have been trying to seem strong and unbreakable, looking somewhere into the sky while murmuring unknown words; but a man’s pride has limits, and we had pushed his too far.

—Enough! —He pointed with his head, sighing as my Dane companion forced him to stand once again. —It’s inside the well, there!

The formidable Norse swung his axe around, allowing the water rain to wash the blood from the steel as he moved it towards the startled Saxon. The man was brought closer to the well, which was covered in mush, grass and a few rocks, a subtle cover for the hoard hidden inside.

But as the men searched for treasure, I remained next to the house; still pointing my sword at one of the kid’s throats, his sobbing mother watching as her husband surrendered what little wealth they had to us.

One full bucket of trinkets and the few horses we managed to steal, that was all. Merely enough to buy dirty furs or grain, far from Yggr’s dream to become a proper lord on his first week raiding East Anglia.

The Ragnarsson’s Army had scourged Britain and rid it of the bigger, wealthier riches, and there was nothing we could do about it. We had too little a number to fight them, let alone to try and invade the only territory that remained Saxon and clean of Danes: Wessex.

That was the country’s jewel, the only one that couldn’t be taken. A kingdom that promised the dreamiest treasures and plenty of big, fertile lands for each and every warrior following the brothers.

There was word that King Alfred’s kingdom was stronger since the King’s brother passed, but we Danes and Norse thought the bastard was only lucky; for there were more ships navigating the rivers each day, all of them coming from their homes in the North.

I was sitting next to Sihtric, silently watching the dancing flames in front of us as he sharpened his sword. While Yggr sat near the crumbling wall on the far side of the camp, staring somewhere into the foggy land around us.

It was a dark cold night, without a single star in the sky. The thick fog covering the land around us and the heavy rain falling on the river, deafening every other sound.

Our hiding place now had a timber wood floor and a poorly built thatched roof, along with a small bonfire to warm us. Though we still had no walls, the tall pillars built by giants being the only kind of cover against wandering strangers and the autumnal weather.

—Those tall buildings with old men in dirty robes. That’s where the good stuff is at. —Said a man sitting behind us, loud enough to be heard despite the storm. —We won’t survive long here, trapped in these muddy ruins like a hare surrounded by wolves.

—Soon, hare, you’ll become the wolf. —Sihtric paused, his eyes fixed on a deep nick over the sword’s blade. —But there’s nothing left for us in those places, or here in East Anglia.

—Where are we going, then? —I interrupted, taking the weapon from his grip. —To put this big boy knife of yours to good use, I hope.

Sihtric barely showed a smirk, but I could tell he wasn’t happy sharing his belongings with me, nor with my teasing jokes. —Until the scouts come back, nowhere. —He slowly took his sword back then cleared his throat awkwardly, but kept his bold, mismatched look on me.

—You’re going spying. —Said Yggr, joining us to stand beside the fire, his hands hovering over the warmth. —I can’t sit and wait for them to return, so you’ll join Ivar Ragnarsson in Mercia. Just the two of you.

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[wickxdangels]

Sihtric Kjartansson Imagine; A Savior.

Hey lovelies! Today is the day for a Sihtric Imagine! I’ve got to say Sihtric is one of my favorites in TLK and Arnas is definitely my biggest celeb crush right now! Hahaha, anyways, this imagine was inspired by Brida being a slave for the Welsh.. but more like an au, soo.. hope you like it! 

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader

Warning: A little angst. mentions of killing, slavery, scars. 

Request: Someone requested for a Sihtric imagine with any prompt, so this one is for you.

“Hurry up, slave!” the angry voice of a welsh soldier spoke, lifting up his cup as he stared at the woman with an annoyed look in his face. “I said hurry up!” he drunkly yelled once again.

She was tired, her back felt if a dozen of bricks had fallen on top of it. Her feet ached as she walked towards the man, the weight of the iron clasp around one of her ankles was enough to bruise it as she stopped in front of him, and with a roll of her eyes she poured the ale on his cup. “I’m still wondering why we haven’t kill you already, you’re getting slower by the day.” He huffed out, spitting on the floor close to her but she could only roll her eyes, she knew if she were to reply back back to him she would get whipped, the scars on her back were proof of it.

‘I’m asking myself the same thing.’ She thought while she filled his cup and then she left, grabbing the ale pitcher tightly on her hands as she sighed, making sure every other cup had plenty of ale so she wouldn’t have to keep standing up each time.

There was still a faint pain on her ribs from the beatings she had in the past, but she slowly inhaled in, knowing it’d go away.

She’s been a slave for the Welsh for some time now, she didn’t keep track of it so it may have been months or even a year. She had run into some of their soldiers unknowingly as she tried to scape from some Danes who had invaded and burnt down her village. The Welsh outnumbered the Danes so they were able to kill them, she thought they would let her go but she was so wrong. Instead, they took her with them and had her chained to a wall, as if she were some kind of wild animal.

The first few weeks were rough, she of course tried to put up a fight to them as they forced her around, which ended up with her back being whipped, her face slapped or her ribs beaten. She learned the hard way to keep her thoughts to herself and comply or there would be consequences. At this point, she thought she should’ve stayed and died with her family.

She felt her chain being pulled, looking up she found one of the soldiers playing around with it to bring her closer, she was dragged towards him as he made her sit down on his lap making her feel disgusted, she hated feeling like a rag doll, dragged to their disposition without her being able to complain or say anything against it.

“Now, come on and provide some entertainment..” He nastily said while smirking, his hands running up and down her sides as she felt repulsed and it was quite noticeable on her face, she felt his hands now trying to go under her clothes as she quickly stood up, pushing herself away from the man as he grabbed down harshly on her arm. “Don’t be a little bitch!” He growled as he tried to grab her once again, she kept pushing him and trying to fight his hands off her body.

“Forgive me..” she spat to him “But I would rather die than to entertain you.” she finished, looking at him with hatred in her eyes.

“Oh, I bet you’d like that, won’t you?” he smirked, standing up as he grabbed her by the hair, pulling from it rather harshly. “Too bad that won’t be coming true any time soon so you better obey, you little Saxon bitch.” he exclaimed as he opened the lid of what looked like a sewer and tossed her down, she fell with a groan as pain invaded her back and entire body once again. “Now that’s were you belong, like the filth you are!” with a laugh he closed the lid, it had holes on it so she could still see him as he did so. Then with another sick laugh he started to piss down into it, with disgust she quickly crawled away, pushing herself against the dirty walls of the sewer, angry tears pooling in her eyes before they ran down her cheeks; she wished for things to go back like they used to be, but she knew that this would be her raw reality from now on. Slavery.

Furiously, she grabbed the cross necklace that hung around her neck and threw it away, she no longer believed there was a God.. maybe the pagans were right, maybe she’s been praying to the wrong deity this whole time cause he sure as hell wasn’t listening to her repeated prayers and he sure did not help her parents or the people of her village when they most needed him.

She then just closed her eyes, looking up as she prayed like she did many times, to whomever would hear. She prayed for a way out of here, for a second chance in life, for something to put an end to her suffering. She squeezed her closed eyes, the words coming out her lips in a mutter as she prayed and prayed until she felt her body giving up and suddenly she passed out.  

Moments later she opened her eyes, the first thing she could hear were the screams coming from way up, she looked up too see what is was happening through the holes of the lid but they were covered by something, she tried to break free from the chain but she couldn’t, she was too weak.

She kept hearing more screams and the clash of metal, probably from the swords as she realized someone had invaded the Welsh territories, she didn’t know if they were Danes or the Saxons but she knew that she had to get away.

“Help! Is anyone there? Help please!” she cried out, banging on the walls hoping someone would be able to hear her. “I’m down here, please!”

The groans and thuds kept on going for a moment before she could no longer hear them, that’s when she started to yell more.

“Please, anyone! Get me out of here, I beg of you!” she yelled, tears falling down her eyes once again as she fell down to her knees feeling defeated when she heard some shuffling around, she looked up through her tears as she saw someone pulling away a body that was covering the lid of the sewer, she only hoped the Welsh were all dead.

Her heart started to beat faster as she stared at the person who was starting to lift up the cover, she then shielded her eyes from the hard sunlight coming from it before her eyes stared at a man. “Give me your hand, I need to pull you up.” his voice said as he saw him laying down on his stomach, holding his hand out for her as she took it without a doubt, he then proceeded to pull her up, groans coming out of her lips as she felt her body hurting once again but she made sure to keep them low.

Once she was already out of the sewer, she carefully stared at her savior. The first thing she noticed was his eyes, each eye had a different color, one was brown and the other had a green and grey color to it, she sucked in a breath as she then noticed they were probably Danes due to their clothing, but she could see some Saxons amongst them too.

“What’s your name?” the man in front of her asked, grabbing her attention once again. “We are not going to hurt you, I promise.” his voice was soft, his face looking at her with a kind stare, something she had not seen in a long time.

“My name is Y/n..” she slowly muttered as she felt a coat being placed around her arms making her jump a bit at the surprise. He looked back at a blonde haired boy who, with a gently smile, secured the piece of cloth around her. “T-thank you..” she looked down at her clothes, they were dirty and looked like old rags but it was something.

“We need to leave, we don’t know if we may run into more Welsh today and we need to catch up, we are bit far from Mercia so we will have to ride faster.” A man said, probably the leader of the group as the rest nodded in agreement and grabbed some of the swords on the floor and some food to go. “And you..” he said looking at her. “You are free to go, you’re not a slave anymore.” he gave her a kind smile as he then nodded and left with the rest of his men who walked outside of the gates.

Those were the words she was so dying to hear, that she was free. That meant no more serving ale to drunken and abusive men, no more groping, no more punishments. Yet, she didn’t feel quite safe yet.

“You guys are headed to Mercia, right?” she asked the man who had found her before as he tried to unclasp the metal piece around her ankle, he looked up and nodded to her before taking off the piece and throwing it to a side, her ankle badly bruised but it was expected.

“Yeah, we are.. You can come along if you wish, you seem far away from home..” he stood up as he placed his sword on the sheath attached to his hip, she felt nervous under his gaze as he gave her another of his kind smiles.

“I’d really love that.. and yes, I am far from home.” she replied softly, remembering there was no home for her anymore, she was on her own now. “thank you for saving me, I truly appreciate it.” she told him, he simply nodded at her before the two of them walked outside. He told his leader, who she found out was named ‘Uhtred’, that she would be coming with them. He then helped her get on his horse as they rode far away from Wales.

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It must’ve been some hours since they left Wales, the only thing they’ve come across were trees and more trees and she made sure to take in her surroundings, she hasn’t admired nature in a long time and just the sight of the sun going down was enough to made her happy. Then suddenly, Uhtred’s voice was loud, bringing her back to reality as he spoke to the rest of the men; telling them how they were going to camp here until morning when they could ride once again.

“I realized I never told you my name.” the man who helped her said, she gave out a small smile as he got off the horse and then helped her to get off of it as well. “I’m Sihtric, and as you may already know that’s Uhtred.” he said signaling the man she already knew the name of before pointing at another man close to him. “That’s Finan and the blonde one is Osferth.” he told her as she followed him while they walked towards the centre of the woods, where one of the men was quick to make a fire as the rest tied their horses to the trees nearby.

“I thought Danes and Saxons hated each other..” she told him sheepishly as she sat down, the warmth of the fire making her sigh in joy.

“Some do, some others.. like us see more than just the place where we were born.” he shrugged as one of the men passed down some kind of soup, she gladly took it in her hands as she ate, she hasn’t had warm food in a long while. “All of the men you see here are good men, I can assure you that.”

She gave him a small nod as they ate slowly around the fire, the rest of the men sitting around as well as they ate. Her eyes looked round, staring at each of them, they did looked like good men.. nothing like the Welsh.

“How long have you been a..” Sihtric asked, trying to find a better word as she interrupted him.

“A slave, you mean?” she said and he simply nodded, he didn’t want to say those words out loud. “I don’t know really, it’s been too long.” She replied, wrapping the coat around her tighter as she felt the night’s breeze hitting her. “I was trying to run away from some Danes that had invaded my village and I ran into the Welsh soldiers on my way, they captured me and well, you can figure out the rest..”

His eyes gave away the pity and sadness that he felt towards her, no one should’ve to go through what she had lived. He the remembered how his mother was kept as a slave once as well. “I’m sorry about that..”

She gave him a small smile and shrugged. “It’s alright, I guess.. there were times were I got used to it and other were I would try my best to escape but failed.”

They didn’t talk anymore after that, they simply stared at the fire in front of them as some of the men talked among themselves. Few moments later, they all laid down on the ground, ready to sleep for the night while she could only stare at the night sky, the stars lighting it up as she inhaled deeply, closing her eyes and trying to catch some sleep.

She woke up just when the sun was starting to peek in the horizon, she then decided to stand up and walked around the men, all of them soundly asleep as she then wandered through the woods, finding a small body of water. She took no time in taking off her clothes, and walking inside of it, sighing as she had forgotten the sensation of the water against her skin, she went under it for a moment as she thought about everything that has happened lately, how suddenly her life changed for the better.

Back in the camp, Sihtric awoke from his slumber. He rubbed his eyes as he watched the sun coming up, his eyes darted off to were Y/n was supposed to be sleeping, but instead he just found an empty spot. He quickly sat down on his spot, looking around as he saw everyone else was still pretty much asleep, he then stood up and tried to look around.

The thoughts of her possible running away were clouding his mind until he heard some splashes coming from not too far were he stood. He made his way towards the it, looking around as his eyes fell on a body emerging from the water, it was her. 

He quietly hid behind a tree, squinting his eyes as he watched the woman clean herself in the river.. and when she placed her hair to a side he could see some scars on her skin, some looked bit more recent as other looked faint. He felt his hands clenching, anger overtaking his body as he wasn’t able to digest how someone could treat her like that. How people could take in slaves and forget they’re as much human beings as them.

His mind running over the time he killed those Welsh soldiers, hoping that one of the men that had died on his hands was the responsible for her scars, cause he enjoyed killing them. His mind wandered off once again as he didn’t notice the fact that his foot stepped down on a branch, making a loud noise that made her turn around, staring at the trees.

“Who’s there?” she asked, her eyes looking around as she couldn’t see anyone in sight. “I know someone’s there!” she wasn’t actually sure about that part but she said it anyways. She then saw a figure stepping out from behind a tree, she took her hands up to her chest to cover her naked figure as the water covered the rest.

Sihtric walked out, an embarrassed look on his face as she caught him in the act. “It’s me.. I’m sorry I just.. woke up and did not see you there and came looking for you.” he spoke, his eyes adverting from her as he didn’t want her to feel any more uncomfortable that she must’ve already been feeling. “I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”

When he found her yesterday, he felt surge need to look after her. It was something weird, something he has never felt before and could not put in words. When she looked at him, he felt a warm sensation in his chest and just being around her made him feel different. And he craved that feeling.

“It’s okay.. I’m alright. I just woke up and decided to walk around for a bit until I found this.” she explained with a small smile towards him as she then slid down to her knees so the water would cover her torso. “Y-you should get in.. the water is nice..” she softly said to him, a red color tinting her cheeks as she looked down at the water.

“I don’t want to intrude, really.” he replied with a gentle voice as he scratched the back of his neck, looking at her for a moment.

“You are not!” she quickly interrupted before chuckling slightly to herself. “I mean.. you’re not interrupting at all.. some company would be nice.” she shrugged with a playful smile on her lips as she played around with the water.

He smiled and shook his head, thinking he may regret this but for the time being he should enjoy it.. after all, he didn’t know if he would ever see her again once they arrived to Mercia and a little dip in the river wouldn’t hurt anyone.

“Okay.. you convinced me.” he said smiling as he then started to undo his vest, taking it off along with his shirt, he unbuckled the belt against his waist as he dropped it with his sword; soon followed his pants and then his shoes. Y/n on the other hand, stared at him a bit as he was untying his shirt and then she turned around.. she didn’t want to be caught staring all creepily.

Her stomach felt uneasy, probably of embarrassment as she then felt the water rippling behind her , she turned around and found him coming closer to her. The water covering him from waist down as he slowly made his way towards her.

“You were right, it is really nice.” he commented with a smile as he went further in, he took no time and dipped down, coming out seconds after with a deep breath and an even bigger smile on his lips. “I haven’t had a proper dip in quite a while.”

“Yeah, me neither..” she said as she then got closer to him, catching his breath as her hands slid down the right side of his chest. “Does it hurt?” she asked as her fingers softly grazed his wound, one of the Welsh soldiers had sliced him a bit with his sword before Sihtric killed him. “Not really, i’m used to getting wounds here and there.” he confessed as he ran his hand down her back softly, her breath caught in her throat. “Do these ones hurt?” he asked to her, his eyes staring at hers with a sad look as his fingers touched her scars.

“Not anymore..” she muttered as he felt his fingers leaving soft traces on her scars. “I used to think that if they killed me then it’ll all be better, you know? I have no one left alive and I just couldn’t handle living like I did day by day.”

“What made you change your mind?” he asked intrigued.

“That’s the thing..” she chuckled. “No one did.. They wouldn’t kill me because they knew killing me would be merciful.” she sighed, tucking a strand of her wet hair behind her ear as she looked up to him. “I would pray almost everyday for things to change and then one day... you showed up.” the ends of her lips curved up in a small smile as she felt his fingers coming up to her face, caressing her cheek softly as if she were fragile and could break. She closed her eyes enjoying the feeling.

“I wish we could have showed up earlier..” he whispered.

“What matters is that all of you showed up.” she replied swiftly. “And I can’t express how grateful i am for that.”

“That’s okay—” he started but was quickly interrupted by her.

“But I think I could show you..”

With one last look at his beautiful eyes, she slowly leaned her face closer to his, her hands moving up towards his jaw as she collided her lips with his. Loving the feeling of his lips against hers. 

It came as a shock to him, the kiss. He wouldn’t deny the fact that he imagined what it would feel like, and experiencing it in reality was much better than what he could’ve pictured. His hands snaked around her waist, pushing her closer to his body as they forgot about their nakedness, or better yet, they didn’t care anymore. The warmth of his body started embracing her as he moved his lips slowly, taking in the kiss and enjoying every second of it, he felt like her lips was the place he was meant to be.

In that moment, he knew that wherever she were to go, he would follow. No matter what.

And that no harm would ever fall on her ever again, he promised himself that.

He knew he would risk it all.. just for her.

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