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Within These Walls

AN: This is for @for-bebbanburg and her 250 follower challenge. It is a Sihtric x FemReader. It is actually a companion piece to my entry for her 100 follower challenge. If you’d like to read that piece, which was inspired by the song Rewrite the Stars, you can find it here. My prompt for this challenge was the quote “I came to claim the one I love.” from A Court of Thorns and Roses. I’m tagging my usuals and anyone who expressed interest in me writing a follow up on the original. I hope you enjoy! Congratulations Rosie! You deserve all the followers and more!

Warnings: Angst, mentions of past abuses, rape, avoiding unwanted pregnancies, and cannon violence. I think that’s all.

Word Count: 1358

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You were standing in that cramped, dusty shed behind the kitchen.

The shed where you had allowed him to drag you for tiny moments filled with desire.

You can still hear his voice pleading with you.

Noone can say what we get to be.

His ghost haunts your steps throughout Dunholm. Hidden underneath empty stairs and behind deserted corners you see him.

He beckons for you to come. Run away with him like he wished.

Maybe if you had left with him…

Maybe you could have made a small life together. Full of loud laughter and soft embraces.

Maybe if you had not run to him in your weakness then he would still be here. And you could still have those precarious stolen moments.

Hidden away from his brother’s taunting gaze. From his father’s cruel nature.

But you had. You had run to him for comfort and it had been your undoing.

A quiet sob escapes your lungs as you wrap your arms around yourself. Trying to hold on to the moments that slipped through your fingers.

Hold on to that feeling of his arms, safe and secure. Clinging to you as desperately as you clung to him.

You stagger over to the cabinets and lean your forehead against the dark, cool wood.

Take a steadying breath. You used to take these breaths while leaning into his arms.

Slowly you bring your head up, wipe your eyes, and steal yourself.

Opening the cabinets you see the small pouch left by the old cook. She knew herb lore and often supplied the women of Dunholm with medicines. The sort to prevent unwanted seeds from taking root.

Like the seed you always fear will sprout from the seldom occasions when Svenn spills inside of you. He prefers to use Thyra for that. And you are just for sport. Not for fathering his children.

Even though it is you who is his wife and not the wild woman in the cellar. The woman he claims truly holds his heart but who he treats no better than a slave, a dog.

Gently, you reach out to take the bundle and slip it into one of the pockets lining your skirt.

The sound of shouts and clatter of heavy wood startles you. Slowly, you peer around the corner of the doorframe into the alleyway. From your vantage point, you can see Kjartan, Svenn, and their men running towards the ramparts and the front gate. The sounds come more clear now and with a rhythm.

It is a battering ram at the gates. Kjartan’s enemies have chosen their moment to strike. Down the alley and across the yard, you can see men pausing to peer around the corner.

With a sudden realization, you know they are already here. Kjartan’s enemy is already within the walls.

Quiet as a mouse, you slip out of the door and back away to return to the hall from a separate side entrance.

Your steps are quick and silent as you try not to attract attention.

Thinking silently to yourself, you move amongst the shadows through the hall to approach the chambers you share with your husband, Svenn. Your movements are slow, cautious. You mustn’t attract attention.

Once inside, you gather a meager bag of necessities. You had suffered at the hand of Svenn for far too many years. This may be the only chance to escape him, while everyone’s attention is on the invaders.

Suddenly the sounds of the onslaught increase. Those inside have struck.

Your feet make their way towards the door, prepared to run from the hall and head to the well entrance, knowing it would likely be forgotten and undefended.

After a few steps, the sound of a snarl over the din of battle outside grabs your attention. Svenn’s wild woman, Thyra.

If you were to make your escape, you would not leave the woman behind to endure more torture.

You find your body racing back towards the main hall to only slide to a stop upon seeing Thyra already standing surrounded by her dogs. They’re snapping and snarling, inching closer to the hulking form of your husband.

He had returned from the ramparts when he knew the gate would be breached.

He had returned for her. His delusion of a mutual love between them, a true perversion of the word.

The dogs slowly advanced towards Svenn as Thyra’s eyes bored holes into his soul.

But all of their attention was shifted to the side door, when a man came crashing through, sword raised.

From your position across the room, it is impossible to clearly see the man. He stands just behind one of the many pillars in the hall.

But you see the shock on Svenn’s face when the man’s arms rise to remove the helmet he wears.

“You! We heard you were dead. You are supposed to be dead” His words trailed off as the stranger stalked forward several paces only to stop short when the dogs snapped their teeth in his direction.

“I am very much alive, brother. Very much so. And I came to claim the one I love. Where is she?” Sihtric demands, his voice a low growl.

“Sihtric,” you gasp while moving into the full view of the room.

Sihtric’s eyes snap to meet yours and the wave of relief and love that spills from them is like fresh air to your lungs when you’ve been drowning for years.

Slowly, so very slowly, your feet move to cross the room.

Thyra gives a hissed command to her hounds that causes them to look to her and back down as you cross their path.

The crash of sword and shield outside has faded to whispers.

Standing in front of Sihtric now, your hand rises to touch the chest of his armour, then up to crest his shoulders. Finally resting against his cheek, he leans into your embrace and brings his forehead to rest on your own, breathing you in.

A moment later, he shifts you to stand behind him as he raises his sword once more.

But before he can speak or advance, your hand stills him.

Sihtric looks to you questioningly, but you turn your gaze to meet Thyra’s eyes.

For all her suffering and torture, you can not take her revenge from her. Words unspoken pass between you and the wild woman. Svenn is hers to send to Neffelheim. Tears spill from your eyes as you give her the slightest nod.

Thyra turns back to meet Svenn.

He has watched your reunion in silence. A dread settling over him knowing he has met his end.

He pleads, “Thyra, please. Thyra, do not do this,” only to have his words forever silenced as Thyra gives her hounds the command.

After the life has fled from Svenn’s body, Thrya and the hounds return to the shadows and Sihtric turns to you.

His hands grip onto you as if you were life itself.

“I feared I would never find you again,” he breathes.

“They told me you were dead,” you tell him while looking into his eyes,“but you’re alive. And you have come for me,” you sob through a smile while allowing your body to relax into his arms.

“I would die for you,” he whispers into your hair.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 9 months

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Note: request by @bubblyabs! thank you so much!! I hope you'll like it!

Warnings: SKMD SPOILERS. fluff/smut 18+, a lot of fourth wall breaking and my infamous attempt at humor.

pairing: SKMD!Sihtric x Modern!You (f)

summary: The fictional man of your dreams was suddely not so fictional anymore.

wordcount: 5,2k

'You looked really hot there.'

There you were again, wrapped in a blanket on your couch, ready to once again finish another binge rewatch of The Last Kingdom. You just couldn't stop yourself. Ever since you became obsessed with the show, you could watch nothing else. No other series appealed to you anymore, and you kept going back to the very first episode, pathetically anticipating the second season, because that's where your favourite character comes in; Sihtric Kjartansson. The man needs no introduction, if we're honest.

You don't know what exactly it is about him, but you were smitten. Each time he appeared on screen, you needed a glass of water and a cold shower afterwards.

You thought the actor who played him was cute too, you just couldn't really recall his name, you only remembered he had some complicated last name, Federsomething. However, cute or not, nothing was better than the rugged look of that pretty Danish rat boy in that medieval Netflix show. And so, only several weeks since your last rewatch, you were watching the movie again, which was the very last taste of the entire show you would ever get. Until they'll make some lousy remake in 10 years or something, which you would obviouslly not watch because you couldn't stand the thought of all those actors being replaced. Not on your watch.

Anyway, you had cried your absolute eyes out during the movie when you saw it the first time. But more importantly: whoever was responsible for Sihtric's haircut in the movie, was an actual blessing from the lord. Every time you saw his very first scene in that movie, where he walks up to Uhtred, with that long, loose hair, you simply just slide down your couch, being a whole hot mess. The things you would do to get that man in your bed, and the things you would do to him… oh, if only he wasn't fictional. You'd let him rail you, but alas.

And that made you groan each time. The most beautiful and perfect man you had ever seen was freaking fictional! It seems ridiculous, but Sihtric just ticked all your boxes.

He was funny, brave, loyal, adorable, hot, sexy, maybe not the smartest but you had no problem taking care of that man, he was good with weapons, he was protective and a real family man. What else could a you possibly want? You cursed Bernard Cornwell for coming up with the character and whoever casted that actor, as they are clearly responsible for you being forever single. Because you would never settle for anyone who was not Sihtric Kjartansson; fictional character and the goddamn love of your life.

And just like two weeks ago, you finished the movie and switched off your tv, while being a sobbing, snotty mess once again. Your three week holiday had just started, and your initial plan was to stay up late each night, but you had a headache from crying, so you decided to go to bed when it wasn't even close to midnight.

The next morning you woke up early because of some loud banging. You figured the toddlers of your upstairs neighbours were at it again, banging their fists on the wall, running through their apartment. You could hear their little gremlin claws stomp and scratch everywhere they went. But you had to admit, they were louder than usual today, and it actually sounded like they were kicking and stomping at your front door.

You groaned and got dressed for another day of simply doing nothing. You started your coffee machine and opened the door to your little hallway, which led through the front door. You hadn't checked for any mail downstairs in a few days, and it was time to leave your cave for that little adventure to the main hall of your apartment building.

But you would not get there, at least, not any time soon. No. You were about to get the biggest jump scare of your life, to which you would scream so loud, it would without a doubt wake up the entire city. And after that, everything would turn black in front of your eyes.

During your unconscious state you had the weirdest dream. You had opened the door to your hallway and found the cause of that weird banging noise. The noise came from your own apartment. The noise was created by a man, kicking at, and rattling your door, in a pathetic attempt to open it. And it wasn't just any man.

You recognised him from the back within a split second. It was the fictional man of your dreams, dressed in the red-brownish leather armour he wore when you last saw him on your tv, his hair braided and his face bloody and bewildered. You screamed so loud when you saw him, that someone probably called the cops, because it was a horrible, distressing sound. And it also scared the hell out of Sihtric, who turned to face you while reaching for the hilt of his sword as he stepped closer. But after a second, his expression changed from anger to astonishment, and he stared at you, all confused and wide-eyed. You stared into his mismatched eyes as he was merely two paces away from you.

'Lady?' he said, with the voice and accent that simply set your body on fire whenever you heard it.

And you randomly thought how Sihtric looked taller on tv than he did in real life, in your hallway, and then everything just turned black.

And it turned out that it wasn't a dream. But it all had actually happened before you passed out, in your hallway. Sihtric had been quick to catch your fall and caught you in his arms. While still completely confused, and in shock, he had carried you into your living room and carefully laid you down on your couch. And as it would take a good five minutes before you regained consciousness again, Sihtric took a quick look around your apartment, growing more confused and concerned with every passing second.

And you suddenly opened your eyes again as he had his back turned to you.

You blinked rapidly, your eyes trying to focus on the backside of the man in armour, which you recognised all too well. It hadn't been a dream, it all actually happened. And it was still happening apparently. How the fuck was this possible? Did someone prank you? Did someone pay a ridiculous amount of money to hire the actual actor, just to scare the shit out of you and to mess with you? Breaking your heart in the process as you could never be with the man of your dreams? What a sick joke.

While that medieval looking hunk stared at your family pictures, you quietly took your phone from your pocket and opened instagram. Your eyes grew wide when you saw that the actual actor, who you knew played Sihtric in the show, had posted a story just a minute ago, announcing that he was currently in some country, far away from yours, at a comic con.

'No way,' you whispered, 'but then who the fuck-', you looked back at Sihtric again, who had made his way over to your Last Kingdom book collection.

He stared at it, but as you couldn't see his face, you had no idea what he was doing because you remembered he shouldn't be able to read. You followed his movements with huge eyes, completely in shock, and without realising it, your phone slipped out of your hands and dropped on the floor with a loud thump. You spooked Sihtric, who slightly jumped, and was quick to turn around, again ready to draw his sword.

'Where am I?' he asked, trying to sound calm.

'W-what… uh, England?'

'England?'

'E-England,' you said again.

'What is the year, lady?'

'2024.'

'What?'

'No, sorry! Sorry, I- I mean 2023!'

Sihtric stared at you, and you thought if he wouldn't blink soon, his eyes would dry out.

'H-how did you get here?' you asked.

'How did you get here?' he asked cautiously.

'I… live here?' you frowned.

'Why?'

You blinked. 'Because… I… pay to live here?'

'Oh,' Sihtric said, then nodded, 'that seems fair. What is that?' he asked, pointing to your tv.

'It's a t- uhh,' you figured that if for some reason this really was Sihtric, the medieval dude from your favourite tv show, he would not know what a tv is, so for the sake of playing it safe, you lied, 'it's a… art.'

'Art?'

'Yes, like a drawing,' you panicked.

Sihtric looked at the tv, then back at you, and said, 'but it's all black?'

'Well, it's… modern… art? It's really expensive,' you said, hoping he would not try to break your tv for whatever reason.

'Expensive?'

'Yes,' you said, 'it's, uh, over a six hundred poun- pieces of silver.'

Sihtric looked back at your tv again, scratched his forehead, and then locked eyes with you again, 'Lady,' he snickered, 'I think someone has fooled you. That drawing is not worth that amount of silver.'

You smiled, simply agreeing, while anticipating his next move.

'Is that,' he squinted his eyes and walked over to your kitchen, 'Uhtred?' he frowned, looking at your coffee cup which had a picture of Uhtred's face on it, 'why?' Sihtric asked as he looked back at you.

'I, uhh…' were you going to tell him they didn't have a cup with his face on it, and that you had sent an angry email to the company? Maybe not. You cleared your throat, but before you could speak, Sihtric's eyes found the large framed poster of him, Finan and Uhtred on your wall. And his eyes grew wide.

'Where did you get that? Why am I… why are… wh-,' Sihtric stopped talking, then eventually said, 'who made this painting?'

'... Google?'

'Who is Google?'

'It's, well, so,' you stammered.

'You paid six hundred pieces of silver for this too?'

'Wha- no, more like…seven.'

'Seven hundred?' Sihtric gasped, 'lady,' he smiled, clearly flattered.

'No! I mean like seven pou- bloody pieces of silver!'

'Seven?' he frowned, suddenly offended, 'only seven? Yet you paid six hundred for that?' he pointed at your tv.

'Sihtric, look,' you sighed.

'How do you know my name?' he asked, frightened.

Okay. This had to stop, right now. What the fuck is going on?

You told Sihtric to shut up, a little harsher than you really meant, but so be it. You took his hands and sat him down on your couch. For some reason he kept holding your hands, which you obviously didn't mind, and you tried to explain how you knew who he was while desperately not trying to get distracted by his appearance. Those tattooed fingers, the tattoo on his neck, and all those scars. He was even more handsome in real life. If this was real life, of course.

'You… you have seen my life?' Sihtric frowned, 'on… the black painting?'

'Yes, it's called a tv. Here, I can show you,' you took the remote, and Sihtric gasped when he suddenly heard noise and saw moving images on the previously black screen.

'Sorcery,' he whispered with big eyes, squeezing your hand.

'No, not sorcery,' you said, remembering how awfully superstitious he was in season 3. And how cute he looked in season 3. Well, he was cute in every season.

'The… the people,' Sihtric suddenly said, 'are they s-stuck?'

'Stuck?'

'Are they stuck in the painting?' he asked, concerned.

'What? No… no, it's… oh god,' you sighed, 'the people are fine,' you smiled.

You quickly switched on Seven Kings Must Die, and you thought Sihtric was going to pass out. He jumped up when he saw Finan and Ingrith, near the beginning of the movie, in Uhtred's hall, your favourite scene, and he ran to the tv.

'Finan!' Sihtric yelled, 'is he stuck?' he looked back at you, worried, 'can he… can he hear me?'

Sihtric turned to the tv again and pressed his fingers against the screen.

'No! Don't touch the screen!' you yelled, worried he'd damage it with his rough fingers, and Sihtric was quick to pull his hand back with a flinch. And you felt horrible for making him flinch, but before you could apologise, Sihtric had composed himself again.

'But… F-Finan?' he asked, 'is he okay? Where is he?'

'Finan is fine! He's not stuck! This all already happened… right?' you grimaced, hoping you were right somehow.

Sihtric looked at you, confused, then back to the screen, and he stumbled backwards when he saw his own face appear on the magic painting. He watched the scene unfold, and he didn't know what to say, he just stared at the screen as he reached for your hand again.

'You looked really hot there,' you blurted out, and you felt yourself blush.

'Hot?' Sihtric frowned, 'I wasn't hot, lady. It was a cold night! Can't you see the furs?' he scoffed.

'No, I mean, you- … no, you're right. It must've been… really cold that day.'

'It was,' Sihtric said sternly, and looked back at the screen again, 'I remember this,' he gasped, 'Finan said he only fell asleep once,' he said, just seconds before Finan said the line on tv.

'See!' Sihtric gasped and looked at you again, 'he actually has fallen asleep many times, lady,' he grinned.

Holy fuck. You didn't even think about that. Sihtric obviously knew everything that had happened, the whole story, not just the bits and pieces you saw from their lives on tv.

'H-has he?' you asked, cautiously.

'Yes, lady,' Sihtric said, 'it often happened because he had too much ale the night before. And because he's old,' he winked with a grin.

'Oh,' you snickered, 'I see. And… you never fell asleep?'

'Me? no, never,' he said with confidence.

'Are you sure?'

'Yes, lady.'

You hummed and skipped to the scene where both Finan and Sihtric had fallen asleep, while Uhtred was awake.

'So…' you smiled, pointing at the tv.

Sihtric gasped, 'No, that… see! See, I'm awake. I was merely resting my eyes, I was… in deep thought,' he lied.

'Okay,' you laughed, 'if you say so.'

You watched Sihtric's face, which went from mildly ashamed to a light chuckle, and soon he laughed softly along with you. He still had no idea how it was possible that he could see his own face on your expensive painting, but Sihtric was a simple guy; he saw a pretty lady and he was smitten, not caring about much else anymore, except for winning your heart. He clearly didn't know you were basically ready to marry him on the spot. And for some reason you both just seemed to accept the situation, no questions asked. You watched the rest of the movie together, and it was surreal. Sihtric remembered everything, told you little anecdotes and simply seemed to enjoy seeing his friends on your screen.

'So… did Uhtred die?' you asked when the end credits were shown on screen.

'Uhtred died?!' Sihtric gasped.

'What? No, I mean, I'm asking you!'

'Uhtred was alive when I last saw him!' Sihtric said, and so you found out Sihtric had ended up in your world only hours after that heartbreaking last scene in the movie.

'Okay, then I'm sure he's, uh, fine,' you tried to convince yourself as much as you tried to convince Sihtric. 'Also,' you cleared your throat, 'what happened to your wife and kids?'

'Oh,' he said, 'we had a rough divorce. She broke my heart and took the kids,' he shrugged.

'Oh,' you blinked, surprised, 'I'm… sorry?'

'Are you married?' Sihtric blurted out.

'Uh, me?' you chuckled, twirling your hair, looking the handsome Dane up and down, 'n-no, I'm not. Why?' you kicked your feet.

Sihtric stared at you, he just couldn't believe his luck after being strangely teleported into a different year and world, ending up with a beautiful lady who wasn't married. But then he thought that was odd, because why weren't you married yet? A pretty lady who was clearly rich, at least that's what he thought, who lived in a nice home, was of marriage age, who was also very kind and funny, and with a body which he would undoubtedly be thinking of later that night. Why has no one married you yet, he wondered.

'Are you cursed?' he said without thinking.

'What?'

'Cursed,' he said again, 'you're not married. Why?'

'Uh, well,' you cleared your throat, 'I'm… picky.'

Sure, picky. You were simply in love with the medieval, fictional man on your couch, and you would never settle for anything less.

'Picky?' Sihtric frowned.

'Yes,' you replied, 'only a certain kind of man could win my heart,' you grinned, mindlessly twirling your hair around your fingers again.

'Oh?' Sihtric raised an eyebrow and smirked, clearly intrigued.

And he thought of it as a game now, a game he desperately wanted to play, because he wanted to know if he could win. And gods, how he wanted to win you and take you back home with him. Or stay here with you, he really didn't care, not after you just batted your eyelashes at him. No, he would do everything for you now.

'So,' he cleared his throat, shifting a little closer next to you on the couch, 'what kind of man would that be?'

'Hm,' you hummed, thinking as if you weren't looking at that specific man, 'a man who is… kind,' you said, 'loyal and brave,' you smiled at him.

Sihtric hummed and licked his lips as he gave you a playful look. He knew he was kind, loyal and brave, so he figured his chances with you were pretty good right now.

'And… someone who is not afraid to take charge,' you teased, seeing if he's willing to take the bait.

Sihtric grinned and slightly adjusted his position.

'He also has to be protective,' you said, 'and strong,' your eyes trailed down to his clothed biceps, knowing very well what's underneath all of that fabric he was wearing.

'Well,' Sihtric smiled, a little cocky, 'I might just be the man for you then.'

'You think so? I'm not sure…,' you played it cool, but inside you were going stark raving mad, this surely had to be a dream.

'I think I am,' he gave you a smirk and winked.

You were absolutely ready to pull that man in your bed, but it was only noon, you had just met him a few hours ago, and everything was just really freaking weird. So you held back. You told him you'd think about it, to which he frowned, playfully offended. You bickered a little and eventually ended up discussing what on earth you two were going to do now. He had nowhere to go, and you didn't want to kick him out, but he was still a stranger. Even though he had lived in your head rent free for years already. You told him first things first; he had to get into different clothes. Which he agreed to. You did some digging and found some sweatpants you had bought online years ago, which turned out way too big for you, and you had forgotten to return it, which came in handy now. Unfortunately, the sweatpants were pastel pink, and Sihtric clenched his jaw, exhaling sharply as he grabbed them out of your hands. You snorted, and to make it worse, the only thing you owned which he would possibly fit in, was a matching sleeveless crop top.

'No,' Sihtric said sternly, looking at the top you held in your hands.

'Guess you're not brave enough for me then,' you taunted.

Sihtric huffed and snatched the shirt out of your hands. You pointed him towards your bathroom, where he stayed for quite a while, simply admiring every foreign object before he even thought of changing clothes. And when he finally walked out, you thought you were going to pass out again.

He had untangled his previously braided hair, wearing it down now, which you loved so much, all while wearing that sleeveless crop top, which barely covered half of his insanely toned upper body. And the matching sweatpants hung on his hips, low enough to reveal he wasn't wearing any underwear, which made sense, as you had no underwear that would possibly fit him.

He raked his fingers through his hair, exposing even more of his trained torso when he did, and every single filthy thought you ever had about that man crossed your mind at once. You desperately tried to shake your thoughts and took him back into your living room, where you sat down and simply talked. He wanted to know all about you, and even though he didn't understand a lot of the things you mentioned, he knew he was going to marry you. Somehow.

Later you made him dinner and as promised, Sihtric slept on the couch. And you had to fight the desperate urge to find him in the night and lure him into your bed, which Sihtric would have gladly allowed to happen.

A few days passed and Sihtric seemed to adapt decently. He was not as dumb as Uhtred and Finan always made him seem, but he was definitely as clumsy as expected. Knocking over drinks, breaking small objects which he wanted to look at but his hands were too rough, things like that. But you couldn't give a shit, you were madly in love with him, and you couldn't wait for him to break you-... your bed.

Sihtric was very flirty too, and loved brushing his fingers over your face, arms, or well, anywhere he could really, whenever he could. But he was also a true gentleman, and slept on your couch each night, for nearly a week.

One evening he asked if he could see one of those Last Kingdom episodes you had talked about, and you agreed.

It was still unreal to watch an episode with the one and only Sihtric Kjartansson next to you, and it still felt like a dream. You switched on a random episode, and it happened to be the one where his father, Kjartan, ends up getting killed. At first Sihtric had been watching in awe, amazed that he could relive parts of his life like that.

But when he realised where it was going, his face became more and more deprived of emotions. You noticed it quite late and wanted to switch the tv off once you saw it, just before Kjartan got killed, but Sihtric stopped you by taking your hand in his. And he held your hand tightly as he watched the scene unfold. He showed no emotion, which told you he was more or less at peace with it, but it still was a rough moment to sit through.

When the episode was over, Sihtric looked at you, and you could finally do what you had always wanted to do after seeing Sihtric in that terrible scene; you pulled him in your arms and held him tight.

'Are you okay?' you asked after a moment.

'Yeah,' he said quietly, enjoying the feeling of having his arms around you.

He softly hummed as you brushed your fingers through his long, wavy hair, which was simply another dream come true, and he held you tightly for a long time.

'Can I stay with you?' Sihtric suddenly asked a few evenings later as you had just watched another episode.

'What?' you asked.

'Can I stay here? With you? I mean… I- I like you. I like being here,' he said, 'and, unless we find out how I got here, I have nowhere to go.'

'Y-you want to stay here? With me?' you frowned.

Sihtric wasn't wrong, he truly had no place to go and you also still had no idea how on earth he had gotten here, which you both quickly stopped questioning as it drove you mad. And naturally you wanted him to stay, but it would be a hard thing to explain to your friends and family, who knew all about your (unhealthy) love for Sihtric, who was, until last week, non-existent in the real world.

'I'd like to stay,' Sihtric smiled sweetly at you, 'with you, lady.'

And you just couldn't resist him anymore. With his long, wavy hair, those mismatched eyes, that smile, and the pink crop top he kept wearing once he realised you liked it on him. He did swap the pastel sweatpants for a black one, after you had bought it for him a few days ago. He was simply the most mesmerising man you had ever seen, and before you knew it, your lips crashed together into a heated kiss. And you tore each other's clothes off as fast as you could. You've been waiting years for this dream to become a reality, and you absolutely would live your fantasy to the fullest right now.

Sihtric seemed just as desperate as you, but before he pulled your panties down, you ran to your bedroom. He was still a medieval man, who knows what he caught in those days and you wanted to limit the risk of catching something as much as you could, and also you did not want a baby, yet, so you grabbed a condom. Sihtric frowned at the package, and you quickly understood he had never seen such a thing. You chuckled a little awkwardly and opened the package.

'It's protection,' you explained, but you didn't want to spook him by talking about STDs, knowing he would probably think it's a curse, so you simply said, 'it's so you don't put a child- I mean, pup in my belly,' you frowned a little as you said the ancient words.

'You do not want my pups?' Sihtric asked, and he almost sounded hurt.

'N… I… well,' you cleared your throat, 'not yet,' you admitted.

Sihtric started to ramble and question you, and you politely asked him to stop talking. You asked if he was okay with everything, to which he then nodded with a smirk, and he allowed you to put the condom on him. And the low hums he let out when you did so, were enough to turn your insides into jelly, and the pressure between your thighs was immense and unbearable. And as you wanted to take your hands off him, he quickly held onto your arm, keeping your hand in place.

'Please,' Sihtric said with big, darkened eyes and a sly smile.

And you understood he seemed to like the feeling of your hand working his length. You had to admit, all those fanfic writers did not lie about his size; you had nothing to complain about here. God, the way you enjoyed having this man on your couch, completely naked, except for the Mjölnir pendant around his neck, with his head thrown back as he smiled while soft moans escaped his slightly parted lips, enjoying the way you made him feel. And it didn't take long before Sihtric came, and the sound of his low groan was pure bliss to your ears, and even more arousing than you already had expected it to be.

After a short moment, Sihtric was quick to push you up and make you sit back against the couch. He kneeled down in front of you, on the floor, and he carefully spread your legs with a smirk. He threw one leg over his broad shoulder, and before you could grasp that your wildest fantasy was coming true, his face was already buried between your thighs. He nipped your sensitive skin with his lips before he softly kissed your wet folds, followed by running his tongue over your core, making you exhale sharply as your hands found his hair. Your body trembled in no time as he sucked, kissed and licked your clit, as if you were the most delicious thing he had ever tasted in his life. And just like Sihtric, it didn't take long before you came with a desperate moan, pulling his hair to which he groaned.

You both ended up laughing softly as Sihtric sat back next to you, giving you some time to recover, while you both realised how insane this was. But in less than a minute he already took your face in his hands and pulled you closer, wanting to kiss you like there was no tomorrow. And as soon as you felt like you could take him again, you climbed on his lap, to which Sihtric smirked. He watched you with half open eyes as he bit down on his lip. His hands settled on your hips while yours found support by holding onto his muscular shoulders. His body was even more impressive than you imagined, and you cursed Netflix for never giving the audience a shirtless Sihtric scene.

And then you finally sank down on his cock, you both gasped at the feeling, hands desperately squeezing and scratching each other to display pleasure. And Sihtric was vocal, moaning and cursing with a smile as he enjoyed the way you were riding him, his eyes fixated on you, darting between your eyes, your lips, your breasts and down to your core, loving the view of how you took his length.

'Gods,' he moaned, out of breath, and then he hummed with a light chuckle.

'Fuck,' you muttered under your breath, digging your nails in his shoulders as you tried your hardest to not finish right there and then.

'Hm, I want to fill you up,' Sihtric whispered with ragged breath, and your attempt to not finish before him was to no avail, as his words were enough to make you cry out his name while your walls clenched around his throbbing cock.

'Fuck, sorry,' you said, panting, riding out your own high while feeling a little embarrassed you finished so fast.

But to your surprise, and pleasure, you felt Sihtric's grip on your hips tighten up and he let out another hard, deep groan as he threw his head back, finishing only moments after you, just as he had hoped he would. You both tried to catch your breath as you embraced each other for a little while. Then you took a shower together and dressed in some comfy clothes. You grabbed a few drinks and some snacks, and made your way into your bedroom, telling Sihtric to come with you. And on your bed, you'd talk and joke around for hours, if you weren't too busy kissing each other or cuddling that is.

'If you had the chance,' you asked, hours later, as Sihtric held you in his arms, 'would you go back home?'

'Only if you'd go back with me,' he said, without any hesitation or doubt, and he squeezed you a little tighter against his chest, 'but if you wish to stay here, then I will stay here, even if I could go back.'

'Why?' you asked, surprised but happy to hear his answer, and you felt a little emotional all of the sudden.

'Because,' Sihtric smiled, moving up a little to look into your eyes, 'because I like you,' he lovingly brushed his fingers over your cheek, 'I have lived my life there, back home,' he said, 'there's not much there for me anymore. I would rather stay here and have you, have someone to take care of and to provide for, then going back without you and just… feel alone again at night.'

'I love you,' you suddenly blurted out.

Sihtric's jaw dropped slightly as he looked at you with big eyes, and then he smiled softly, 'I love you too,' he said, 'and I just want to be wherever you are.'

'Sihtric,' you whispered, cupping his cheeks as you stared into the warrior's vulnerable eyes, 'I will simply follow you anywhere you decide to go.'

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 7 months

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Note: happy October 1st!!!!

Warnings: none. just complete fluff.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: You and Sihtric went on a date.

wordcount: 2,8k

Masterlist

'Eh, trick or treat?'

Sihtric: can't wait to meet you tomorrow

Sihtric: I'll pick you up at 5?

You: me too! And 5 sounds great :)

You: where will we be going? x

Sihtric: that's a surprise :) x

You giggled at Sihtric's text. You had matched with him on a dating app last week, and ever since then, you two have been in non stop contact. The first few days it was texting, but soon it turned into video chats whenever you both had time. And tomorrow you were finally going on your first real date together.

Sihtric rang your doorbell after seconds of just standing at your door, staring, trying to contain his nerves. He took off his shades, adjusted his red and black flannel by buttoning up the top button, only to feel as if he would suffocate, so he quickly unbuttoned it again. His heart was in his throat as he anxiously waited for you to open the door, and he stared down at his black skinny jeans and black sneakers, wondering if he was dressed too boring perhaps. His shoulder length hair was braided, and he suddenly thought that maybe he should've just tied it back in a bun. He knew you liked his hair tied back, you had told him during one of your video chats, and what if you thought braids on men were stupid? Or worse, what if you didn't like men in flannels, or flannels in general? Or his skinny jeans? What if you saw him and didn't like him at all or thought his goatee looks dumb on him in real life? Sihtric exhaled sharply when his head started to spin, and he almost snapped the bouquet of roses he had bought for you between his tattooed fingers as he tensed up, when you finally opened the door.

'Hey,' you smiled, 'I can't believe we finally meet!'

'H-h-hi,' Sihtric breathed as he forgot how to speak.

It was October 1st, a sunny one that was, and Sihtric thought you were the most beautiful lady he had ever seen in that flowy black dress you had on. You leaned in for a hug and, when Sihtric wanted to kiss your cheek, you planned on kissing his cheek while he didn't expect it, and so he accidentally pecked your lips.

'Oh,' you giggled and pulled back to look up at him with big, surprised eyes.

'Oh, gods!' Sihtric panicked, his arm still circled around your waist, 'I- I'm so sorry!'

'It's okay,' you smiled, feeling all flustered as the incredibly handsome man towered over you, whose cheeks were a cute shade of pink by now.

Sihtric took a deep breath and then held out his shaky hand to you, showing you the roses.

'I- I got you flowers,' he said, suddenly unsure if maybe the flowers were a bit too much of a cliché.

What if you didn't like roses? Or flowers in general? What if-

'Oh,' you smiled shyly and took the flowers, 'thank you, that's so sweet! They're beautiful,' you said and quickly kissed his cheek as he nervously buttoned up his flannel again.

'Let me put them in some water real quick, I'll be back in a second!' you said as you turned on your heels and ran back inside.

And when you had disappeared for a moment, Sihtric grabbed onto your doorpost as well as his chest, after he had unbuttoned the last button of his flannel again, checking if he hadn't just died. It felt as if his entire body was on fire and he cursed himself for wearing a tight, white long sleeve shirt underneath his thick flannel.

'So where are we going?' you pried once again.

'I'm not telling,' Sihtric smiled as he kept his eyes on the traffic light.

He felt your eyes on him, and it seemed to take forever for the light to turn green. His cheeks coloured slowly again as you kept looking at him, making him nervous. And he desperately wanted the light to turn so he could just drive, and then maybe you'd get distracted by something else so you'd avert your eyes. But the light just didn't turn. Shit, he thought, what if you didn't like his date idea? What if you thought it was corny. Sihtric's mind spiralled slowly as his heartbeat quickened, and he swallowed hard.

'I like your braids,' you suddenly said, causing Sihtric to snap out of his thoughts.

'What? Oh,' Sihtric mumbled, feeling his cheeks heat up even more, 't-thank you.'

'You're welcome,' you smiled, 'and your flannel. Aren't you warm though? The weather is quite warm for this time of year.'

'No, I'm good,' Sihtric lied.

Then the light finally turned and he hit the gas.

'Do you want to close your eyes?' Sihtric asked as he neared the destination he had picked for the date.

'Sure,' you chuckled and hid your face in your hands.

'No peeking,' Sihtric smiled.

'I'm not,' you said and turned your face towards him.

'Hey,' Sihtric laughed as he saw you peeking between your fingers, 'no cheating, lady,' he said and covered your eyes with one hand as he steered onto the parking lot.

'I didn't!' you laughed and waited for him to uncover your eyes.

'Okay, are you ready?' he asked, hiding his nerves once again as he shut off his car's engine.

You nodded excitedly and then Sihtric removed his hand. You blinked rapidly as your eyes adjusted to the twilight view outside, and you gasped softly when you realised where he had taken you.

'A pumpkin patch?' you asked, with big eyes.

'Too cheesy?' Sihtric grimaced, 'I… because… well,' he stammered, 'it's the first of October, so I- I thought that, maybe, you know, it- this- pumpkins-'

'No,' you whispered as you stared at the gigantic farm in front of you, 'it's amazing. I mean,' you scoffed lightly, 'I've never been to one before.'

Sihtric froze for a second, 'What?' he asked, 'you- you've never been to a pumpkin patch before?'

'No,' you shook your head, 'never. But I've always wanted to go to one.'

Sihtric saw a huge smile appear on your face, and he exhaled with relief when you said you absolutely loved that he took you there. And you suddenly threw your arms around his neck in excitement.

'Thank you,' you spoke softly in his ear, 'this is a really cute date idea,' you smiled as you pulled away slightly to look into his mismatched eyes.

'I'm glad you think so,' Sihtric said quietly, and smiled sweetly at you.

His eyes moved from your own pair down to your lips, and back to your eyes again, and you did the same. Then, as you still embraced each other, you both slowly leaned in closer, until your lips almost touched. And when you both wanted to close the last space between your lips, you accidentally moved your arm and hit the steering wheel with your elbow, causing a sudden honk to echo through the quiet air outside. You startled both Sihtric and yourself and, outside, a baby started to cry and the mother gave you both a nasty look at the sudden scare.

'Nice one!' she yelled when she saw Sihtric's window was slightly down.

'S-sorry,' you yelled back to the woman, trying to hide your grin.

'Eh, trick or treat?' Sihtric joked, which the woman didn't think was funny, but you snorted, so he felt proud regardless.

As you strolled through the huge pumpkin fields together, Sihtric told you that the plan was to both pick a pumpkin, which you would later carve after a cup of hot chocolate. You agreed with a beaming smile and continued to melt Sihtric's heart the entire time you stayed close to his side, while you gazed at the uncountable amount of pumpkins. Each gasp and wide eyed smile Sihtric heard and saw from you, gave him a sickening rush of butterflies, which got even worse when you sometimes tugged his flannel while you pointed at a pumpkin.

And all Sihtric wanted was to cup your cheeks, kiss your lips, and tell you how hauntingly beautiful you were, as well as incredibly adorable. But he was too shy and just kept gazing at you when you didn't notice. Or at least, he thought you didn't notice.

But you were very much aware of the handsome Dane and his loving stare, and it made you like him even more. He was even cuter in real life, and also sexier, you thought with a grin when you felt his eyes on you again. You could tell he was muscular, and you had felt his insanely toned biceps when you had hugged earlier, but you secretly kept wondering how good he'd look without that flannel… or without any clothes at all, to be honest. You shook the thought as you felt a sudden rush of heat go up to your cheeks, and you went to take a closer look at another large pumpkin.

And before Sihtric would buy you your own picked pumpkin to carve, he'd buy you some dinner, as you were both starving after an hour walk around the patch. So you sat down and ate some hotdogs.

'I already saw the perfect pumpkin,' you said with your mouth full.

'Did you?' Sihtric asked, his mouth equally stuffed, and he loved that you seemed so at ease with him.

'Yeah,' you swallowed your food, 'all the way in the back,' you grinned.

'You want to walk all the way back again?'

'Well, my pumpkin is there,' you shrugged.

You kinda wanted to taunt your date, just because he was so cute, but you weren't lying when you said you had seen a perfectly shaped pumpkin all the way back. Sihtric chuckled and shook his head lightly. He thought you were adorable, and if you asked him to take another five walks through that gigantic pumpkin field with you to find you a perfect one to carve, he would've happily done that without any complaints. And so you went on your way again.

After about two hours of being around each other, Sihtric finally gathered the courage to move his hand towards yours, and smoothly intertwined his fingers with yours. And he was delighted when you allowed him to and immediately held his hand comfortably. But just when you looked up at him and smiled, a cold shiver went through your body as a light, chilly autum wind passed over the farm.

'Are you cold?' Sihtric asked and stopped walking.

'Yeah, a little,' you admitted shyly, 'I didn't know we'd be outside all evening, I didn't dress properly,' you said and looked down at your sleeveless dress.

'I'm sorry, doll,' Sihtric said as he slowly rubbed his warm hands over your cold arms, 'I should've told you what the plan was, I didn't think about it.'

'No, it's okay,' you smiled.

You loved his warm and gentle touch upon your cold, goosebump skin, until he pulled suddenly away and quickly unbuttoned his flannel.

'Here,' he said as he took off his plaid shirt.

'Oh, no,' you chuckled when Sihtric threw it around your shoulders.

'I won't take no for an answer,' he smiled, 'I don't want you to catch a cold or something.'

'Oh, well, I don't know, maybe,' you mumbled while Sihtric bit down a smile as he gazed at you, keeping his big hands placed on your shoulders after he had adjusted his shirt.

Sihtric was now glad he had decided to keep the flannel on, instead of leaving it in his car. He thought you looked so cute in his oversized flannel, he could just die. But then, suddenly, he couldn't stop himself from wondering how you'd look in his bed, wearing nothing but his flannel as he'd hold you in his arms, while he'd not wear much clothing himself either. Sihtric tried to shake the thought when he felt his cheeks heat up again, and was happy that it was fully dark by now. So you couldn't really tell the blush on his face, as the fairy lights around the pumpkin patch weren't bright enough to reveal it.

'Y-you're really cute,' Sihtric blurted out.

'Oh,' you giggled shyly, 'so are you.'

'Oh,' he chuckled and quickly looked down at his feet, then cleared his throat, 'well, let's go get that pumpkin you wanted.'

You agreed and, after Sihtric had wrapped his arm around you, you walked all the way back through the field, where you both picked a pumpkin to carve.

'I have an idea,' you said and wiped the whipped cream away which you felt on your lips.

'An idea?' Sihtric raised an eyebrow, intrigued, while he held his warm cup of hot chocolate in his hands.

He saw the smudge of whipped cream on your lips before you wiped it off, and he had to hide his smile when he thought he wouldn't mind kissing it away for you. And it took all his strength to keep himself from doing so, before you fixed it yourself.

'Yes,' you grinned, 'we should carve a pumpkin for each other, and the cutest one wins. You know, like a challenge.'

'The cutest one, huh?' Sihtric smiled and sat back, 'what's the prize of this challenge?'

'I don't know,' you shrugged, 'we'll figure that out later.'

'Fine,' Sihtric shrugged, amused, 'challenge accepted.'

'Good,' you smiled, 'let's get to work then.'

It took you both a while to empty the pumpkin each of you had picked, and then you finally went to carve. You and Sihtric both tried to catch glimpses of what the other was making, but you were also both quick to give a teasingly nasty look, and hid the pumpkins from each other's view while working on it. The taunting and teasing continued the entire time you were carving, and you both felt a pleasant tension built up between the two of you as time passed.

'Okay, I'm done,' you said after nearly an hour, 'you?'

'Yep, me too,' Sihtric smiled and put down the paintbrush he had used, 'reveal at three?'

You agreed and both counted to three, then turned the pumpkin to reveal to each other what had been carved. You and Sihtric froze for a second when you both looked at the nearly identical pumpkin carvings across from each other.

'You've got to be joking,' you laughed at the heart-eyed pumpkin face Sihtric had carved.

'Well, you clearly saw mine and stole my idea,' Sihtric said cockily, then snorted while looking at your own heart-eyed pumpkin.

'Oh, yeah, right. More like you stole my idea,' you taunted.

'Yeah, sure,' Sihtric laughed, 'so which one is cuter then?'

Sihtric watched you study both pumpkins for a moment, and then threw up your hands.

'You know what,' you said, 'they're both equally cute.'

'Okay, but what does that mean for the prize?'

'I don't know.'

'Wait, what is the prize, lady?' Sihtric asked and licked his lips.

'Hmm,' you shrugged, 'a kiss, perhaps?'

'A kiss?' Sihtric smiled, 'okay,' he stroked his goatee as if conflicted, 'but we both won?'

'So… then we both get a kiss?' you chuckled and walked over to him, his plaid shirt still draped over your shoulders.

'Hm. Yeah, that sounds fair,' Sihtric said as he snuck his hands under his own flannel, around your waist.

'It does,' you smiled, and pushed yourself up your tiptoes while Sihtric leaned in.

And finally, after hours of both giving each other looks, shy smiles and lingering touches, Sihtric captured your lips in a soft, sweet kiss. And his heart skipped a beat when he felt your hands settle on his chest just before he pulled away. And his heart skipped another few beats when you pulled him back in to claim your kiss, which lasted longer than his.

'Hey,' Sihtric said, a little raspy, 'your kiss was longer than mine. That's not fair.'

'Maybe,' you said with a cheeky smile, 'but it doesn't have to be the last one of the night, does it?'

'Well, my date idea is over now. So what do you have in mind then?' he asked with a sly smile.

'Maybe,' you said as you swayed lightly in his arms, 'you could show me your place, and we can watch a spooky movie?'

'You'd like that?' Sihtric asked with a sweet smile.

'Yeah, I'd like that. If you do too?'

'Of course, pumpkin,' Sihtric smiled and was quick to kiss the tip of your nose, 'I like that too.'

And he took you home, to watch a movie, or so you both said was the plan. But neither of you ever saw the ending of that movie. Instead, Sihtric did find out what you'd look like in his bed, wearing nothing but his flannel, as he held you in his arms while you were both still catching your breath.

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