#ARSELING

[krispyprincekid]

The Lady and the Bear pt.3

Here we are finally with the third chapter!

this one took me sooo long it was exausting, i really had lack of inspiration hahaha. Finally this tow idiots are going to actually DO something! i'm sorry nothing exciting happend in the prevoius chapters but I really enjoyed the introducing process and wanted to make it as clear as possible.

as always I hope you all will enjoy the new chapter and will forgive me for any error you may find beacause, still, english is not my first language. Also toward the end of this chapeter there migh be some cringy stuff but those are for the sake of the story...so bare with those as well, thanks!

Enjoy!

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Another couple weeks had passed from the night Leofric and y/n had talked and explained themselves. Since then, y/n had begun to reach for her guard more, wanting to catch up the time wasted staying inside her house. She wanted to go for rides in the woods or explore her childhood home and the fields nearby, going for walks in the near village… basically doing everything she wanted to do since her arrival but avoided to in order to stay away from Leofric. Being always accompanied by the warrior had its perks: they ended up spending a lot of time together, getting to know each other and get acquainted. Uthred and Mildrith had left some days prior, but he didn’t miss the change in Leofric mood and was happy his friend seemed more at ease.

Leofric didn’t realise how being near the girl affected him. they talked a lot; she was very eager to know as much as possible about his life as warrior and he was always happy to satisfy her curiosity, but as they became more accustomed to one another, even when they stood in silence together it was comfortable. He felt like she wasn’t really his lord daughter but a friend and started to get comfortable around her, looking at her like someone he truly cared about, a friend.

She too had noticed how, when they were alone, he was more relaxed and the usual frown that adorned his face went away. He allowed himself to be more informal around her, making sarcastic remarks and snarky jokes like they were actual friends; finding out she was able to reply with just as much humor. Both were glad of the familiarity that grew among themselves. But for y/n was hard to think of him only as her friend/guard when, every time she looked at his face smiling or laughing, the only thought that emerged in her mind was how handsome he looked, and this left her wavering.

Leofric too felt torn as they grew closer.  He couldn’t help himself but to admire her. He already knew she was full of virtues: kind, intelligent, witty. But as they got closer, he found out she was not just a beautiful lady whose smile enlightened his days and everything that surrounded him; she was also smart and compassionate, resourceful and brave, always ready to explore or learn something new, generous, always patient and extremely well-read. She never acted with superiority or scornful around him though, like most ladies did. Deep down Leofric had realised he was not just smitten over her, he was falling for her, hard. He couldn’t allow himself to admit it though, not only for the social distance and the consciousness they could never be together but also because he felt unworthy of her. He was a rude man, a simple soldier who belonged to her father just as a cow did, he lacked manners and had witnessed and committed atrocities he wished she could never even imagine. Before her he felt a brute, worse than a heathen. Nonetheless when they were alone together, he tended to forget all those very concrete obstacles and let his mind wander.

 When they went to the local village and someone she knew approached them he couldn’t help but got a bit more tense, almost defensive, if it was a man. He realised that she was kind to everyone she came across but for the warrior she appeared a little naive sometimes and he feared someone could take advantage of her and Leofric didn’t like the idea.

There had been an occasion when Loefric had lost control a little. He was in Winchester, with lord Odda, young Odda and y/n had reached them some days after their arrival. Odda had instructed Leofric to escort his daughter around the city and in the palace when the warrior was not busy with the king or his lord. Leofric was more than happy to oblige, his acquaintance with the girl had grown most valuable for the warrior in the pasts days. He knew the city was more dangerous than the countryside and was just happy to spend more time with the lady. He had just been dismissed from the council and was heading outside, when he spotted lady y/n in the garden been approached by Aethelwold. The young man was a constant bother for Leofric and he wasn’t thrilled by the idea of him disturbing the peaceful lady, so he got closer; just in case.

“How pleasing to meet you here Lady y/n! It’s been so long since the city had been graced with the presence of Lord Odda beautiful daughter” Aetherlwold begun approaching her. “Good evening lord Aethelwold” she replied politely “I was wondering if you would do me the favour of joining me sometimes for a walk around the city, or just to let me spend some time in your company while you’re visiting Winchester. It would be good for us to get to know each other better…” y/n looked at Aethelwold puzzled, not sure if she understood the young man intention clearly, she noticed Leofric nearby and was relieved by his presence, “I don’t think to understand you lord…” Leofric had heard Aethelwold and became more wary, already guessing his intention and noticing y/n seemed a bit uneasy. “It would be a great benefit for the future for a young lady to get to know her future king and husband” Aethelwold said moving closer and placing a hand on her arm. Y/n eyes widened at that, “I don’t think I understand you lord, the new king Alfred has just begun his reign… and lady Aelswith is very healthy…” she tried to reply distancing herself. Leofric felt blood rush to his ear watching the scene. Something roared in his chest, not only for Aethelwold’s idiocy but seeing lady y/n being treated in that way by a man so beneath her had the warrior see red.

Before he realised it, he got between them shielding his lady from the weasel and pushing him to the ground “It’ll be wiser if ya stop speaking treachery and harassing ladies or I’ll have the pleasure to arrest your idiotic arse” “I thought your duty was to protect royalty not to attack them Leofric” aethelwold tried to respond getting up “I’ve been instruct to escort the lady y/n on her staying in Winchester to guard her from street rats like ya”. Leofric barked then he turned to the lady “m’lady are you alright?” he sounded concerned and gentler speaking to her, she smiled at him and nodded “yes, thank you Loefric, could you escort me to the lady Aelswith for the prayers please?” the warrior nodded, and they walked off.

Saying y/n was relived from Loefric intervention was an understatement; he was the only person she wished to be there to help her. Nonetheless Aethelwold words left her a bit concerned. “Loefric… did my father ever spoke of- my… ehm…” she didn’t have to finish the sentence for him to know was she was talking about. He tensed a little, having to think of her marriage stung him.  Leofric knew she would have to marry, eventually, but he avoided to think of it as much as he could. It was foolish of him really to even wander of the possibility of her staying unmarried at her father house where he could keep seeing her everyday and have their horse rides and chatter for the rest of their days. But again: he couldn’t help himself on the matter. He was falling for her, heavily, furthermore as they get to spend time together.

They had stopped walking by then and he looked down at her. She was looking at him, a bit of apprehension in her eyes. “Not that I know lady, but if I know anything I’ll tell you… and be sure: your father would never bethrow you to that morron” Leofric reassured her, not while I’m still breathing. She nodded and then smiled at him “thank you Leofric”, then she entered the chapel where lady Aelswith was waiting for her.

Once returned to her house in Devonshire y/n kept thinking about Loefric. They didn’t get to spend much time together in Winchester, aside from when he defended her with lord Atherwold they bearly saw each other. He was always busy with Alfred or her father and she spent most of her time with Lady Aelswith. She missed the company of the warrior; he didn’t have the manners of a nobleman, and could be often considered rude, but he was always respectful towards her, and she didn’t mind his blunt behaviour. She would have preferred a loyal and honest man who could be a bit harsh from time to time rather than a courteous one who will turn out to be a weasel. And as y/n got to know Leofric she discovered he was a kind heart and a smart man even if uneducated, he made her laugh and make her feel safe.

She was aware of the feelings developing inside her heart and often felt despair thinking about the fact that nothing could ever become of them, knowing she would have to marry and leave her father’s estate. But she couldn’t help herself to think about him and recall the night they met. Indulging in its memory and fantasizing about a life where she really was just a maid who could hope to be court by a simple warrior and live a simple and happy life together. She knew someday she will have to say goodbye to her childish hopes and feelings… but for the time being she was thankful her father hasn’t given any signs of a hypothetical marriage for her. She wasn’t sure her father wanted a nobleman for her marriage but surely, he would never allow a union with a peasant, even if he very much respected Loefric and trusted him.

Tow more weeks passed before her father returned home and even then, he would only stay for a couple days before returning to Winchester. As soon as she got the chance y/n mentioned that she needed to get something form the market the next day knowing her father would have sent Loefric with her. She really wanted to spend some time with him, so she didn’t complain. The next morning when y/n went to look for him, he didn’t complain either, having missed her company, and was gladly escorting her to the market, enjoying their usual chatter and the familiarity the were accustomed to by now.

When they arrived at the market she went on with her errands and Leofric waited for her, always keeping an eye on her. Not that anyone would dare disturb the daughter of Lord Odda in his own village, but just in case. As they were leaving y/n was approached by a young man, Frig, he often tried to approach her with some lame excuses or just by starting a conversation with her. It was obvious he was trying to court her, and it was just as obvious she didn’t reciprocate the interest. Several time she had tried to deter him, discouraging him, even replying in a rather rude way, for a lady, but he appeared to be clueless toward her hints, he was almost encouraged by them, maybe hoping that his perseverance will be rewarded someday. At the beginning Leofric was suspicious of him but now he just pitied the lad.

As usual Frig approached her with a smile handing her a flower, which she politely accepted “How’s your day going lady?” “Very well, thank you Frig” Loefric was just a few steps away and could see she was a little awkward since she really didn’t know how to reject him without being rude anymore. “I was wondering if you would fancy to a walk in the woods or to ride together sometimes” “he suggested and Loefric saw y/n sigh heavily “I don’t think it could be possible, you know my father don’t let me leave the house unguarded” “then maybe I could come by to get you-“ “I’m afraid that also is not possible, he only trust Loefric and really won’t let me out of his sight. I’m sorry but now I really should get back home” she quickly excused herself and started to walk away followed by an amused Leofric “but you’re heading to the woods!” he observed “I’d like to take a longer path!” she responded still walking away “then I may escort you” he replied “I’d enjoy some time by myself” “but you are not alone!” he practically shouted the last sentence and y/n pretend not to have heard that.

“That wasn’t a very lady-like performance, lady” Loefric noticed, clearly amused, as they reached the woods. She sighed “I know, but he just won’t let got! I don’t know how to make it clearer” they looked at each other and laughed “I have to say that is very amusing to see the poor lad struggle but maybe you should free him of this misery” she groaned at his comment “I know… but let’s not talk about him anymore” she looked at their surroundings and instantly looked more relaxed. “How was your staying in Winchester?” she asked him, “Nothing exciting, we’re still monitoring the Danes movements, some boring meetings… usual stuff… lady Aelswith pestering everyone with the commandments and reminding everyone she meets to pray… not even Beocca is that relentless about it” “it sounds like you miss the tedious job of guarding a little lady like me” he fell silent at that.

During his saying in Winchester, Leofric had reflected a lot about their relationship and had come to understand that, even if he wanted to be as close to her as possible, it would have been just more dangerous for both, for her, as more time passed. Loefric worried that if they became any closer, he would have eventually been unable to hold his feelings and offend her. “Sometimes I fear it is that y’a know?” he replied absentmindedly “I won’t be worried until you say you miss lord Uhtred” she teased him. Y/n was still looking at the woods, they were near a river she often visited. She really enjoyed the peace of the place and during their outing they often spend time there.

He looked at her and understand he could no longer go on with this. “Lady y/n I have talk to you about something.” She then turned to him with a quizzical look “During the past months it has been a real honour to serve you and became closer to you, but I’ve come to the conclusion that I can not be your guard anymore.” “Leofric what are you saying? Has my father changed his mind?” “Is not that lady, I just can’t serve you appropriately anymore” “is there something wrong? Don’t tell me I’ve tired you out with my walks in the woods warrior Leofric” he smiled at her tease “it’s not that lady…” “then what is it? You’re worrying me, I’ve come to count you as my friend now Loefric and really would like to understand if there is something wrong I might have done to upset you so much that you may wish to stop being my guard…”

She was now closer to him, facing the warrior and looking at him with her impossible sincere eyes and again he felt immensely vulnerable under her gaze. Leofric took a deep breath and looked beyond her like he would do talking to his superior

 “Is not that lady. Ever since we met, I’ve been attracted to you. As we’ve become closer, I developed feelings for you, and they grew ever more as we’ve got more accustomed, fiercer by the day. I’ve tried to contain myself, out of respect for your father but most importantly for you. But I worry that if I keep being as close to you as we are now, I’m afraid I may not be able to contain myself anymore. It’s been an immense honour to be your guard and friend but, as I said, I’m afraid I cannot do this any longer. I fear to offend you, by speaking so plainly, but it’s the right thing to do. I tried but I cannot help myself but to be smitten by you; and to think that you will eventually marry some other lords like is expected is an unbearable torture, even knowing is inevitable. I’m sorry but I must be honest. I will ask your father not to be your personal guard anymore and to be sent away so that I may never offend you again and in order for you to live the life you deserve-”

Leofric probably had never talked so much so fast in his entire life; and before he could finish his monologue, he was cut of by her. She was listening at him intently and when she understood what he was saying, she felt immense relief washing over her. It seemed that the warrior was too caught up in his claim to notice the growing smile on her face. So she raised on her tiptoe, cupped his face and kissed him.

He froze, not realizing right away what was happening. When he, finally, understood he was so overcome by ease and utter exultation he wrapped his arm around her and lifted her up returning the kiss with great passion.

 Time around them seemed to stop and when they parted, after quite some time really, their eyes expressed absolute relief and adoration for the other. “Do not fear warrior Leofric, your feelings are well reciprocated” she whispered caressing his scarred face. He smiled, twirling her in his arms and kissed her again briefly. “That was very un-lady-like of you, little lady” he grinned “and that was a big speech for a bear” she replied with a matching grin “what will we do with your father then?” she sighed “lets wait for a while before we tell him anything” “and what’s is to tell?” “That we’re courting obviously” she stated playfully rolling her eyes. He agreed with her.

Once he put her down, they headed back to the house. Both exhilarated by the feeling that is being aware that God had graced you with a reciprocated affection.

[skatingthinandice]

A new day dawns, pale and muted, promising to be the same as those that came before. Another step in the slow march for survival.

[synintheraven]

Here's all the edits nobody asked for from season 1 I did and drew so far 👉👈

[bilbotargaryen]

you know things get a lil crazy when lady aelswith stands up for uhtred

[remembertheskittles]

arseling awards + dane of the year

he’s the man with soft values

[insanzee]

Saygıyla anıyorum🙏

Katletmekle bitiremediğiniz gibi 33 yılda ne turan dursun'lar, ilhan arsel'ler, bahariye üçok'lar, arif tekin'ler, uğur mumcu'lar yetişti. Arkalarında aydınlık yarınlar için okuyanı aydınlatan harika eserler bıraktılar.

Karanlığınızda boğulun katiller...

[rivers-for-me]

ATTENTION ANYONE who watched Seven Kings Must Die!! I don't care if we don't know each other or never talked before, invade my dms please and LET ME KNOW YOUR OPINION! I don't have many ppl irl who knew the show so please please i need to talk about what i just witnessed

[elisacuorecucinaechiacchiere]

FREGOLA CON ARSELLE

Adoro fare le ricette della tradizione regionale perché grazie a voi imparo quelle doc! Grazie mentori sardi! Mai hart bat for iu!💛

🟢 𝚂𝙰𝙻𝚅𝙰

🎶 𝙲𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙰 &

🍳 𝙲𝚄𝙲𝙸𝙽𝙰!

#𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘶𝘦 (𝘪𝘰 𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪 𝘢 𝘤𝘢𝘴𝘢 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘪 𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪 👐):

👇 𝕀ℕ𝔾ℝ𝔼𝔻𝕀𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀 👇

☺︎ 250 g di fregola;

☺︎ Un kg di arselle (vongole tipo lupini);

☺︎ ½ bicchiere di vino bianco;

☺︎ Un cucchiaio di concentrato di pomodoro;

☺︎ Fumetto di pesce (o brodo vegetale per chi come me non ha potuto fare il fumetto);

☺︎ Due spicchi d’aglio;

☺︎ Un ciuffo di prezzemolo;

☺︎ Un peperoncino;

☺︎ Olio evo;

👇 ℙℝ𝕆ℂ𝔼𝔻𝕀𝕄𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕆 👇

1. Spurghiamo le arselle (vongole! mettendole in una schiumarola a bagno in acqua fredda con sale grosso per almeno 1 ora;

2. Mettiamo in una padella l’olio e rosoliamo l’aglio con il peperoncino;

3. Aggiungiamo le arselle (vongole), irroriamo con il vino, quindi chiudiamo con un coperchio lasciando cuocere per circa due-tre minuti a fiamma vivace, fino a quando i molluschi non si saranno completamente aperti;

4. Una volta tolta la padella dal fuoco mettiamo le vongole in un recipiente eliminando quelle rimaste chiuse e filtriamo il brodo di cottura attraverso un colino con sopra una garza fine, eliminando così eventuali residui di sabbia, l’aglio ed il peperoncino;

5. Prepariamo un litro di brodo vegetale in un litro d’acqua bollente con il concentrato di pomodoro e il liquido delle vongole;

6. In un tegame a parte leggermente unto facciamo tostare leggermente la fregola, quindi aggiungiamo il brodo bollente, aggiungendone un mestolino alla volta come per il risotto fino al tempo indicato in busta;

7. Nel frattempo, sgusciamo la maggior parte delle arselle (vongole), lasciandone qualcuna col guscio soltanto per decorare il piatto;

8. Quasi alla fine, aggiungiamo le vongole, giriamo e concludiamo con una manciata di prezzemolo fresco e filo di olio evo;

𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘻𝘢. 𝘋𝘢 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘢̀.

𝘌̀ 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘻𝘪𝘰𝘴𝘢, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘢 🤗

_________😉❤️👩‍🍳💋________

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[krispyprincekid]

The lady and the bear

Hiii, this is my first time posting something I write. I want to apologize first for all the typos and incorrect grammar you will definetly find... other tha that I hope you all can enjoy this little fic i write on Loefric from The Last Kingdom because THIS MAN DESERVE MORE APPRECIATION! I will probably base a series on this, just for the fun of it, we'll see--

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They were finally approaching the tavern where they’ll spend the last night of traveling before arriving at y/n’s father estate in Devon.

It had been a long time since she’d been home, having been sent to her mother’s relatives when she only had been 10 she didn’t get to see her parents and brother much, only when her father wasn’t busy serving the king and had some times to travel with the rest of the family to visit her, which wasn’t often.

In the meantime, almost 10 years had passed, her mother family had try to find her a suitor to marry but no one had fulfilled the only condition she had set: that her future husband had to be as an honourable man as her father was known to be. Therefore, her relatives had sent her back to her parents hoping they’ll have a better luck at finding an appropriate match.

Y/n was exited to be back home, she missed her family and she knew that the problem of her suitors would be put off since she had always been most cherished by her father, thereby she hoped he would not be so eager to send her away again any time soon. Arriving at the tavern for the night her only thought was to enjoy the last night away before she would have been stuck in her family’s estate away from most form of entertainment.

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Uhtred had left his house with Mildrith because word had reached them that the younger daughter of Lord Odda was coming back home. Since she and Mildrith used to be very close as kids, his wife wanted to go greet her childhood friend and Lord Odda had sent Leofric to escort them and help along the way. Given that Mildrith was at the begging of her pregnancy and felt often sick and tired, even if lord Odda’s estate was less than a one-day travel away from Uhtred house, they decided to give her some rest and spend the night at a tavern along the way.

They arrived at the tavern as it was getting dark and as soon as they got off the horses Mildrith excused herself and retired to rest, leaving the two men with all the evening to fool around and drink. With some luck Leofric would have even found some company for the night when Uhtred would return to his wife.

Y/n had travelled with two maids one of which was an old, and really strict, lady. In hence Y/n and the other maid, Eloise, had conceived a plan to escape her supervision at night if they wanted to stay up after supper, which was not rare… they would pretend to go to sleep when the old lady suggested to and wait for her to start snoring to sneak out. During supper they’ve seen some men playing instrument in the country yard of the tavern and the girls where hopping to enjoy some music and perhaps get to know some interesting people, having discovered during their journey that alehouses were often flooded with such people.

When they were finally able to escape the old maid the country yard was already quite lively, musicians were playing their instruments and some people were dancing, some were laughing, it was a warming sight, given all the recent bad news of the Danes raiding everywhere.

At first the girls danced a bit and then decided to order something to drink and enjoy the rest of the evening peacefully. Y/n had noticed a couple of men at a table, one looked like a dane but was quite handsome the other looked more like a bear, for his size and also because he was frowning most of the time, they looked an unusual pair but seemed good friends nonetheless. She caught the tall one staring at her more than once however she as well found herself looking for him, there was something that made her feel drawn to him, like she was supposed to know him… After Eloise came back with their ale, they started looking for a place to sit but it appeared to be none except for a bench at the table where the tow men were. Y/n felt a bit hesitant at the realisation but proposed Eloise to approach them anyway.

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“If that’s how Saxons approach women there’s no wonder you’re still on yourself” Uhtred teased Loefric, he’d been staring at a girl for as long as they’ve been at the tavern, “’s not that, I feel like I’ve already met her but can’t remember when…” the other grunted “well you could just approach her and ask if you tow already met, before you scare her for staring all night, it could also be a good way for you to find company for the night” Uhtred teased and Leofric glared at him “are you drunk already? Thought danes could bare more than jus a couple of pints” “what? Like you haven’t thought about it”

Leofric didn’t replied hoping the arseling would eventually stop. He wasn’t wrong though, the young lady was quite fair, with long blonde locks that shined in the torch light and a bright smile that often enlightened her face; she was wearing a simple dark red robe, like a maid, that enhanced her figure nonetheless. She looked like she was the same age as Mildrith so she must have been younger than the warrior. It seemed that she was in the company of only another maid, a girl with brown hair that seemed a bit shyer than her. There was something very familiar in her expression and her ways that kept him from stop staring at her, but he really couldn’t pin point what was it… “Looks like she decided to face the bear and ask you to stop creeping at her”, said Uhtred.

While they were talking the two girls were making their way towards them. “May we sit with you lords?” the brunette girl asked as they reached their table “if you are brave enough, is not every day to see two young ladies alone on the road” Uhtred answered as they sat in front of them, Loefric didn’t say anything and just hold into his cup “is not every day to find a saxon warrior and a dane drinking like friends in an alehouse neither” the blonde girl replied “friends 's a strong word, may we ask how come you ladies are here all alone?” Leofric questioned “it wouldn’t be very wise to reveal our business to stranger men. You should at least present yourself” the girl replyed “fair enough: I’m Uhtred of Bebbanburg, ealdorman of king Alfred and he is Leofric, we are escorting my wife to see a childhood friend, but she’s resting at the moment, now you know who we are” “very well… I’m Catlyn and she’s Eloise, we are accompanying our lady to see her family” “and where is she now?” asked Loefric, the tow girl exchanged an amused look “she’s resting, she’s a bit old and wouldn’t really be pleased to see us like this” said Eloise “oh really?” “yeah she’s cranky old lady who’s never happy about anything” y/n huffed.

It was true, her other maid, Catlyn, was always complaining, especially about how y/n’s behaviour was not very lady-like. “She must not be so please by your behaviour then girl, talking to random men and drinking beer like a farmer” Leofric pointed out making y/n laugh “no, but when she’s asleep we like to get to know the people in the taverns we’re staying. So: tell us something interesting” “have you take us for your entertainment of the night? That’s very bold for a simple maid” Leofric teased and y/n flushed making Eloise grin “is just that the life of a warrior must be way more interesting than the one of a simple maid” y/n replied leaning forward to Leofric who sat across her and making him laugh amusedly “as you wish then lady”.

The rest of the night was spent with Uhtred and Leofric sharing stories of their adventures, even if after a while it was just Loefric trying to impress y/n with the wierder stories as Uhtred watched him make a fool of himself while he sipped his ale and said little. Eloise had left them a short while ago to go to sleep. Leofric seemed very pleased by the attention he was receiving and pretty much ignored everything around him except for the young lady in front of him. It has been a while since he had any kind of interaction with a woman and he felt intrigued by her; not only because he still couldn’t figure out the familiarity she inspired him but also because he’d found her really charming other than beautiful. He was entranced by her and, if he hadn’t been so caught in his own mind, he would have noticed how she was as equally captivated by the soldier, playfully swooning at tales of his feats and flirting with witty remarks. This whole situation left Uhtred very amused and so he decided to not interfere in his friend doing and left them on their own.

Loefric noticed that by then almost no one was left in the country yard, it was getting chilly and he could see her shivering little, maybe after all he will have company for the night… “we should head inside, it’s getting late” he proposed and they got up. She felt a bit tipsy as she wasn’t really used to ale. As she stood up she realised that the man was much taller than she imagined, she barely reached his shoulder and felt to lean onto him as they approached the tavern’s chambers. He subtly led her to the room he was staying in hoping to size his chance. As they were getting closer to his door, she stumbled on something and he caught her by the waist, now they were facing each other and she looked so delicate in the dim light of the hallway.

She looked up at him and noticed the permanent scowl on his face had left his features. With that gone y/n had to admit he indeed looked handsome, even with all the scars on his face. She had found herself considering that multiple times during the night while he shared his stories, having to admit he was growing on her and that now that they were so close y/n felt even more drawn to him. She knew she wasn’t behaving like she was supposed to, but he thrilled her and she couldn’t find the strength in herself to stop it. He was towering over her and reached to put some hair behind her ear but he didn’t remove his hand, caressing her cheek lightly. She felt her heart thumping loudly and her face turned red once more. He was looking at her intently and, even if his eyes were unreadable to her, she found tenderness in his gaze.

Unconsciously they got closer “you ‘aright girl?” “yes…I-...” she was unable to finish her sentence because before she realised Leofric had cupped her cheek and lean in to kiss her. At first they both remained still, either not unsure of what to do, without even realizing what was happening, they both reacted and started to grab at each other. Y/n reached to wrap her arms around his neck while his other arm embrace her waist and pull her closer to him. It was rough kiss, filed with want and enthusiasm. Y/n felt she should have stop it, a lady wasn’t supposed to act like this, but she couldn’t care less. She wanted him and she felt intoxicated kissing him. It was her first time doing something so reckless and the feeling was exhilarating. Now her back was against the wall and his hand were roaming on her body. They were heavy and rough gripping her hip and pressing her into him. He lightly bit her lower lip causing her to part her lips, he slip his tongue between them and heard her release a shaky moan and tighten her arms around him. She felt a tingle in her stomach and like her skin was burning.

They both knew next thing to happen was entering his room but just as they were reaching his door someone stepped in the hallway stumbling on something. At the sudden noise they broke away. Y/n felt it was the right time to slip away before she could do something foolish and while Loefric was turned to see who it was she quietly entered her own chamber.

Leofric turned to check who it was and saw Uhtred bumping in to a wall. Leofric glared at his friend “what? Did I interrupted something? I had to piss!” the dane asked. Leofric noticed then that the girl had left him and he felt he really could have killed Uhtred. “I swear arseling I will kill you”

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Leofric

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“If you wish to see him for yourself, Arseling, I say you leave the way you came. I’m serious. We are stuck on this hill, and here we will die.” THE LAST KINGDOM— 01x05 “Episode 5” for @errruvande

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Celebrations

༺☆༻ Pairing: Sihtric x reader ༺☆༻

Word Count: 4.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/N. . .”

“Sihtric. . .”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You are perfect, my lady.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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