#Appalachian Sihtric

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Appalachian Sihtric - The group chat

AN: this was inspired by my boy Max sending a server comprised of mostly women who are all very feral all the time the first meme. You're welcome. Also I love the women of this universe and I am very gay for them.

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Summary: Chaos of a group chat.

CW: Language (I feel like that's on everything and I'm sorry but it's just who I am) , sexual talks, the women are very in love with their respective men but also in love with each other it's okay

Pairings: Sihtric x Reader, Uhtred x Gisela, Finan x Eadith

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Sim Aesira and Werewolf!Sihtric

I had wildly different intentions with their looks but I blame @legitalicat and @volklana for reminding me of Appalachian!Sihtric and Cowboy!Sihtric, both of which influenced the entire lookbook 😂 I also decided to give Aesira my late mother’s maiden name, as a little tribute to her.

So here you go, my witchy Aesira and her werewolf husband, Sihtric in a modern cowboy/cottagecore vibe!

*For obvious reasons, I did not include her son, Ivar.*

Aesira Maxwell:

As she is my shameless self insert, she got looks in blue as it’s my favorite color. She prefers more casual looks, and is more often than not dressed down for comfort and practicality (since she’s usually chasing after the children around the homestead). On the occasion she does get dolled up, it never lasts long since her husband can never keep his paws off her.

Sihtric Kjartansson:

He also prefers a more casual style, often working the homestead while Aesira manages the house. While he doesn’t dress up often, he will wear his clean boots with his nice pants and forgo the hat when the occasion calls for it. If one didn’t know better, you’d never know he was a werewolf from just his appearance alone.

Bonus! His werewolf form!

*I know he looks like a furry, the game just makes werewolves look funky. I worked with what I had.*

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Appalachian Trailer Park!Sihtric - dating (SFW)

AN: This was supposed to be headcanons but now it's just turned into ramblings oops. This is not necessarily meant to be a universal Appalachian experience portrayal, but it is basically very close to mine and most people I grew up with. 😅

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CW: Some sad moments, character death, AFAB!reader, talks of murder, talks of violence, blood a little, FLUFF (like tooth rotting kinda vibes)

Pairings: Sihtric Kjartansson x You

Word count: I'm guessing between 1 and 1.5k but I'm not real sure 😬 I kinda went crazy I will admit

You had lived in the same trailer park in the foothills of Appalachia your entire life. Despite anything that might lead someone to believe different, you liked it here. True, part of you longed for more. But how could one find more when their heart belonged to the mountains?

And maybe the cute guy who lived in the trailer across from yours had part of the reason to do that.

See, Sihtric moved in with his grandma, across from you, when you were both just entering high school. Your momma found out that Miss Ethel's daughter had been killed by her husband, and she had to take in her grandson because of it.

Miss Ethel was a lovely woman. She always volunteered to watch everyone's kids, during the summer she'd help provide the lemonade and the jar for catching lightning bugs. If anyone needed anything, from a cup of sugar to knowledge on hiding a body, Miss Ethel was there.

So, your little community welcomed the boy without a doubt. He didn't really cause any trouble, for the most part. Mostly just cussing in front of the little ones without thinking or throwing something in a fit of anger and making a loud noise.

Surely, wasn't a punishable crime.

Though it helped that you, the girl who helped tutor anyone who asked and baked cookies for the miners to have after their shifts, was sweet on him.

And boy, was he sweet on you.

He was working on his dirt bike in the driveway and you stepped onto your porch. Immediately, he fumbled around and dropped his wrench and cussed like a sailor.

Your cheeks heated up and you would debate to yourself on whether to go back inside or pretend like he wasn't there.

But your eyes connected. You waved. He waved. And it was the easiest thing in the world.

You started dating that same night, after he offered to teach you about his dirt bike and it ended with him kissing you.

Despite the doubts, you and Sihtric stayed together through it all.

Every year in high school began and ended with you walking through doors of the school hand in hand.

You both graduated, though him only by a thread.

He was there as you started college two towns over, close enough to commute daily so were still together.

You watched as he started working for the local garage.

When you were both twenty, Miss Ethel passed.

It felt sudden, especially for Sihtric, but you found out she had been sick for a while and just hid it from everyone. Including her grandson.

If anyone asked him, you were his rock.

You explained the situation to your college professors, and if you could make sure to keep up with your assignments according to the syllabus, they would find a way to make it work.

So you all but moved in with him officially in the weeks following. You had originally planned on waiting until you got your degree.

But you felt the need to take care of him. And at first he was just angry, angry at everything and the world and the gods and even God who he didn't believe in. He was going to work and coming home and going straight to bed. He wasn't eating, wasn't talking to you.

So, like any good girlfriend, you told him either he let you help him or you would beat him with a broom.

For the first time in weeks he laughed. You started staying with him that night and you just never left.

Before you knew it, you had graduated college, gotten a job in your field, and Sihtric was being poised to take over as shop foreman in the next few years.

And yet, you stayed where you were.

The trailer was nice. It would be fine until you got enough money saved up to buy a house big enough for the brood that Sihtric seemed to want.

For now? For now you had everything you needed. Sure the windows leaked sometimes if the rain rolled down the metal wrong way. Sure, Sihtric would sometimes have to spend a few days working on something else that broke.

But you had him. And that was enough.

The weeks may have been dedicated to work, but the weekends were for you.

Yes, you both always went to bed together. You always were affectionate (the man was a hugging machine after all).

But Saturdays he would wake you up by running a bubble bath for the both of you, using your favorite scent.

Then you would go get breakfast, usually going to Tudor's Biscuit World so he could get a bacon egg and cheese biscuit bigger than your face. You would get, as you called it, a deconstructed pot pie that you joked with him you would leave him for. He would tell you that would give him more money to work on his car.

But he would get you a pot pie at least once a week just because it made you smile. And you would get in the way help him at the fourteen million car parts stores he would go to just because you loved seeing him do what he loved.

Sometimes you'd go to the mall. It was slowly dying, all the family friendly fun stores quickly leaving. But there were still some good parts.

Like Rural King where you could get free popcorn and look at turkeys, chickens, and rabbits (plus any dog that people brought with them).

You would inevitably get sad when you were reminded you couldn't bring home the animals. Like, tears in your eyes, heart aching sad because you just wanted them to have a home.

Which would be forgotten, until you came back at least, when Sihtric promised you he would buy you a milkshake and a stuffed animal or a book of your choice.

Sihtric watched as you practically skipped to the bookstore. You spent an hour there, talking about books you wanted to read but couldn't buy because you couldn't buy the whole series and you were not doing that to yourself right now.

So, after getting your milkshake, you would go find a stuffed animal that spoke to your soul.

He would carry around the contenders for you, because it was those specific ones that spoke to you and you couldn't risk putting them back until you were certain.

And when, inevitably, you came to two that you couldn't pick between, he would tell you get both.

He spoiled you, truly.

Sometimes you would go to a local bar. Not because you personally drank, but mostly because watching drunk people do karaoke tickled something inside your brain.

It also meant Sihtric would wear his white tank top, which showed off his arms in the perfect way. And maybe you would be jealous over the way women looked at him. But how could you be when his arms were wrapped around you all night.

The man was not at all subtle about showing you off.

And if a drunken idiot got too bold with his words about you, Sihtric would suddenly be in protective mode. His voice firm and commanding when he gave the warning to the idiot, making your face a little hot (which you swore had everything to do with embarrassment and definitely not how his voice affected you).

If that wasn't enough to deter someone, and they dared touch you, that was it.

See the only reason you and Sihtric had not been banned from this bar was because Sihtric played just inside the rules.

No fighting in the bar. Fine. Sihtric wouldn't.

He would just gently move away from you before grabbing whoever touched you and throwing them out the door and into the dirt.

He would spend a few minutes wailing on the idiot, getting hit a time or two himself since he had had a few drinks.

But he would come back, knuckles busted, some blood on his shirt or spattered along his face, a bloody lip.

He would settle back in his spot as a waitress brought y'all an ice bucket and the first aid kit (which they regularly replenished now because of Sihtric).

You would get him just cleaned up enough, his hands in the ice for a few minutes at best, when he declared he was done and tired and just wanted to be with you.

So you would drive home, with a tipsy Sihtric singing loudly whatever love song played on the radio cause you would need further proof of his love.

You would settle into bed, being held close to him as you read to him until he fell asleep, and you followed him soon after.

Sundays would depend on you.

Sihtric practiced Norse paganism. You parents were very active in their Methodist church. It caused some conflict, especially when Sihtric started talking about your future children.

If you wanted to go to church with them, Sihtric would kiss you before you left to go and be in the parking lot to pick you up afterwards. There would always be flowers waiting for you. Sometimes it would be dandelions, as you insisted they were beautiful even if they were weeds, sometimes butter cups, and sometimes you got lucky and he had seen tiger lilies.

He would smile at you and kiss you while he handed them to you, ask if the service was good, and then take you somewhere to get lunch.

If you didn't really partake in their church, you both would stay in bed until noon. When you would wake up, you'd crawl out of bed and cooked some breakfast foods that would wake Sihtric up. He would sleepily stumble in the kitchen, grabbing the coffee you set out for him.

Sunday was a lazy day. You guys lounged around the house. Sometimes you both would play video games, sometimes you would watch a show.

There were times when Sihtric's friends from work, Uhtred, Finan, and Osferth, would come over on Sundays. You liked those guys a lot, if you were honest. They were all respectful of you, and kind, and Osferth cleaned up after them so you wouldn't have to. And mostly, they made Sihtric happy.

Sihtric and you would walk over to your parents' for Sunday dinner around 5pm.

Despite the differences in beliefs, and the way your dad not so subtly didn't really like him, Sihtric was respectful and kind to them.

He was the one who insisted you come, telling you he would give anything to have dinner with his family one more time, even if he didn't remember his dad fondly. Family was important to him, even if yours didn't like him, and he wanted you to have that

He would stay quiet, even taking his hat off when your dad would say grace.

He would make polite conversation, always eagerly bragging about you whenever he got the chance.

Sihtric would compliment your momma's cooking. She liked him, but since your dad didn't she tried to act like she didn't.

But she always managed to get him a little extra food to take home, would put his favorite cobbler in the dessert rotation, and make sure his favorite drink was always somewhere to be found.

Your dad was polite. That was about all he could manage. And that was fine, according to Sihtric, because he knew your dad couldn't bitch him out for making you happy.

Sunday nights would end back in your home. You would listen to his talkings of your life together. The promises he made.

He insisted once he became foreman, he would buy you a big house with a dishwasher and enough room for all the animals you could ask for.

You two would be able to have a family of your own, ideally with four children or more, and he would give you everything.

You assured him you knew he would keep the promises he made you. But you always thought to yourself how you would be perfectly content with him, here, forever.

You had a roof over your head, food in your kitchen, electricity and water on demand, and a whole lotta love. You had Sihtric.

It was a simple life. But it was yours.

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Appalachian Sihtric - NSFW Blurb

Based on this tiktok!

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Summary: What's the point of going away except to come back to play?

CW: dirty talk, masturbation, language, p in v sex, property damage, temporary long distance, blue collar man

Pairings: Appalachian!Sihtric Kjartansson x you

Sihtric, about a year into your marriage, decided he was going to work a summer on an oil field while his shop was being renovated. And as such, he was away from you for most of that time. He had to travel states away from. That was okay, really, because you knew he needed this. He needed to prove to himself that he could do whatever it took to support his wife.

You weren't surprised, necessarily, when he started sending you videos of him on the job. But it did surprise you how much you loved them. You loved them enough to not even mind when he later started making tiktoks for his work. The women commenting and thirsting over him didn't even make you flinch.

You never had anything to worry about. The man was as loyal as a dog and called you whining whenever he couldn't make himself cum, begging for you to talk him through it.

Though, if you were honest, you were just as bad. Watching him work on anything had always made you melt. And the forced distance between you did nothing to make you feel any less need for him. It only drove you crazier, until eventually you would put his shirt on and fuck your fingers while on the phone with him.

Much as you were tonight.

"Such a good girl, touching yourself for me," he said over the phone. "Fuck, baby, can practically feel you. Bet you're so fucking tight right now."

"Mph," you moaned out, your fingers buried deep in you.

You were eagerly pumping your own fingers in and out of yourself, brushing constantly over the rough spot in your cunt, bringing you to the edge already. Your fingers were nothing compared to Sihtric, though. Any part of him could give you infinitely more pleasure. Whether you were impaled on his cock or riding his thigh, you never knew a moment of anything but the purest pleasure because of him.

"Need my huge cock, don't you babygirl? Fill you up to the brim and fuck you over and over again until you can't take anymore," he said breathily into the phone.

For a moment, nothing reached your ears but the sound of his voice. Then there was a creak in the floorboard at the foot of your bed. Your eyes, which had previously been shut to drown out anything but him, flew open.

Sihtric stood there, phone in one hand and your favorite flowers in the other. He was staring at you like you were a work of art. Your husband home at last.

He was a bit more tanned than when he had left, his muscles having grown too. All of this you and watched through his videos and video calls. To have him in front of you was something else entirely.

Neither of you spoke as he hung up the phone and tossed it on the bed somewhere. You watched eagerly as he gingerly sat the flowers down on the dresser and ripped his shirt off his body. Actually ripped it. Grabbed it at the neckline and pulled it until the fabric tore and fell to the floor.

You removed your fingers from yourself just before he got on the bed. Sihtric hovered over you and began kissing your neck, his hands trailing over your thighs.

"So sorry I haven't been able to take care of my girl properly," he muttered, nipping at your skin. You shivered as he did so, pussy clenching at his word.

"Fuck me," you managed to say out as you desperately began trying to grab at his belt and undo it.

He chuckled and playfully swatted your hands away before undoing his belt and his pants with just one hand. The whine escaped you before you could stop it.

He didn't make you wait. Once his pants were off and forgotten about, he lined himself up with your entrance. You let out a deep breath you didn't even realize you were holding when he began to push into you. His cock was long and thick, stretching you to the brink. There was a burning feeling that hovered between pleasure and pain since it had been so long, but you couldn't pretend as though you didn't love it.

"Fuck, baby, what a good little wife I have," he whispered to you as he looked down to watch his cock sink into you. "Almost can't stop myself, darlin'."

"Then don't," you whispered, leaning up just enough to nip at his throat.

His hand found yours, interlocking your fingers, before he pushed himself completely into you with a growl. With his free hand, he groped at one of your breasts over his shirt you still wore.

"Should fuck you wearing my clothes more," he said quietly.

He pulled out before immediately thrusting back into you. Sihtric did this repeatedly, sure to join your hips to his. His movements were so hard and deep the entire bed moved, bedframe hitting the wall. You had already been so close.

The sounds of the bed moving, his growls of ecstasy, his heavy balls slapping against your ass all worked together with the way his cock rubbed against that spongy little spot. Already, you were moaning his name and warning of your cumming orgasm. The pressure behind your navel as the invisible band of pleasure built more tension. Your free hand buried itself in his hair.

"Fuck yes, pretty girl. Keep fucking squeezing around me, fuck," he muttered, breathing ragged already. "Need you so bad, need to fucking cum in you."

Your leg wrapped around his waist as his thrusts picked up in speed, allowing somehow for deeper entry into you. Your orgasm took you almost by surprise, the band snapping and a heat flooding over your body.

He cried out your name, stilling his hips and pushing himself balls deep into you. You could both feel the way his cock throbbed while rope after rope of thick cum painted your walls. He was panting, groaning, repeating your name as though you were a goddess that he was praying to.

You were shaking when he pulled himself from you. He laid beside you and held you close, both of you breathing heavy still. Instinctually, you turned to him, burying your face in his neck.

"On the downside, I think the wall now has bedpost shaped dents," he muttered, looking at the wall quickly.

"But you're home. That's all that matters," you whispered.

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Appalachian Sihtric Messages (with YN)

AN: Hehehehe another Appalachian Sihtric post! This will have Mother's Day content in honor of the US Mother's Day coming up. Despite my issues with the holiday I would hope this would be my fiance should the time come.

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Summary: Just some things the Appalachian Pretty Boys would send each other (and YN).

CW: Language, mentions of pregnancy, discussion of Mother's Day, PICTURE OF A SALAMANDER

Pairings: Sihtric x Reader, Gisela x Uhtred

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Appalachian Sihtric takes you to the beach - drabble

AN: Thank you to Foxy for asking for this scenario!

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Summary: After a life time of never leaving the mountains, you experience the beach for the first time.

CW: Fluff

Pairings: Sihtric Kjartansson x reader

Word count: 835

You didn’t know what to expect from the beach, truly. You had never been, living in the mountains all your life, and being perfectly content staying there. Mostly.

There had been a small piece of you that always craved to see the ocean. You just felt like you had to know. Some of your friends from college had a fear of the ocean and what lurked below the surface. You, however, could never have been bothered by it.

When Sihtric approached you a few weeks ago, telling you he longed for a break from work, it seemed good a time as any. He had been to the beach before, courtesy of his grandparents when he was younger. You had always been invited, too, yet your parents never agreed to it.

You were ten miles out from Myrtle Beach. The entire trip had been spent listening to Sihtric’s favorite Spotify playlist, stopping for snacks whenever you had the slightest grumble in your stomach, and watching the way he drove. His knuckles white from gripping the steering wheel to keep from road raging, his dimples etching themselves on his face every time he realized you were more excited the closer you got.

“Is that the ocean?!” you asked him excitedly as you drove over a bridge that spanned across an inlet.

“Kind of,” he said, chuckling a bit. “It’s brackish water. Where fresh water meets salt water.”

“Oh,” you said, pouting a bit as you sank into the seat a little.

“Hold on, baby, let me change lanes. Then you can see the ocean in the distance a little,” he said.

You shot up, straightening your back. You tried to avoid pressing your face against the window. When he got into the right lane, though, you couldn’t help it. Nose pressed fully against the glass, you took in the sight of the ocean on the horizon.

You stayed that way until you got past the point in which you could no longer see the water. After a small detour to grab a watermelon and some other fruit at a roadside stand, at Sihtric’s insistence, you made quick work to the hotel.

Walking into the hotel, a building so unbelievably fancy that it felt a lot like you were out of place, you could smell the ocean. You never knew you could smell the beach. You were practically vibrating with excitement.

Should you get up to your room and unpack? Yes. It wasn’t happening, though, considering Sihtric had to keep his finger looped in one of your shorts’ belt loops to keep you from sprinting full speed towards the water.

“Okay baby, we’ll go grab the suitcases in a minute. First, you are going to go feel the ocean,” he said, grinning like the Cheshire Cat as he lead you towards the hotel’s beach exit.

“Really?!” you basically shouted.

“Yes. Couple things, we’re going to do this for a few minutes cause you don’t have sunscreen on. But also, sand is stupid hot so be careful,” he told you. “Walk in front of me, yeah? Just, stay close don’t run off.”

You nodded eagerly and began walking in front of him. Though you reached back and held his hand in yours. Your hands trembled in his grip as he grabbed his cell phone and turned the camera on.

You took off your sandals as you got to the end of the little walk way, on the precipice of feeling the sand for the first time. It looks soft and beautiful. You had read so many creatures found their homes in the sands, partially feeling nervous about creating home renovations for them that they did not ask for. And so, Sihtric gently urged you forward until you took your first step.

You could feel the sand squish in between your toes. It was hot, the sun baking it and that heat burning the soles of your feet, but you had never been so grateful for such a feeling. With a little hop and a skip, you began pulling him eagerly towards the water.

It was only when you stood just out of reach of the tide that your turned to face him. There were tears in your eyes from being overwhelmed in the best way. Truthfully, there had been no preparation you could’ve given yourself. Everything was so wonderful.

“Go on, love. You’re almost there,” Sihtric said softly, never letting your hand go.

A nod, a breath, and a step. The water rushed over your feet, washing away every grain of sand. It fed your soul in ways you never knew you needed. The tears could no longer be held back, and you started sobbing a bit, crying to your husband about how amazing this all was.

You showered him with a million thanks, hugging him to you tightly just after he put his phone away. He whispered loving words in your ear, promising you he would bring you back four times a year if that’s what you wanted.

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Appalachian!Sihtric quotes with YN

Y'all I am so grateful y'all are enjoying Appalachian!Sihtric.

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CW: Language, dead squirrel, fishing, period talk

Sihtric: Baby, why are you crying? You knew we were going fishing.

YN: *sobbing, literally* I thought we would throw them back!

Sihtric: You sweet summer child.

YN: Why do you keep sending me pictures of your friends with their babies?

YN: Correction why does Uhtred keep having babies?

Sihtric: Call it inspiration.

Cashier: Honey, are you okay? Well. Is your girlfriend okay?

Sihtric: *sets five different hygiene products on the conveyor belt, looking confused, then grabs five candy bars* I don't know all she gave me was a size and I'm just guessing.

Cashier: Bless your heart.

Sihtric: So yeah, my family actually has practiced paganism for centuries and I plan on continuing with our children.

YN's Dad: Our grandchildren will be Baptized.

Sihtric, in his mind only: When YN stops calling me daddy then I'll ask for your opinion.

Sihtric, actually: Sir, respectfully that will be a decision YN and I make when the time comes.

Osferth: Does Sihtric not mind you helping me all day? Some guys have thought I'm trying to steal their girlfriends.

YN: No. He said when you can field dress a deer without crying then he'll be worried about me leaving him for you.

Osferth: *blinks back tears*

YN: *storming out the front door of the trailer* Uhtred!

Uhtred: *had genuinely just been minding his business, sitting on the picnic table in the yard* What?

YN: Why the hell did you put a fucking squirrel in my freezer?! I had a fucking desert in there that now smells like fucking dead squirrel!

Uhtred: Sihtric said I could fuck.

Sihtric: I said the deep freezer, idiot!

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Appalachian!Sihtric proposes to you.

AN: I may be having too much fun with this.

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CW: Language, tooth rotting fluff

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x reader!

Sihtric had decided when you first talked about the idea of being married that he would need to wait until he bought your first actual house.

He was grateful for the fact you guys had a solid start, of course.

But he thought you deserved the world.

And so he may have...gotten the foreman job a while before he told you about it.

With the pay difference and the longer hours, that you chalked up to getting more work which you were grateful for, he was able to save a down payment for most any house for sale in the area without you realizing.

He started asking you what you envisioned your house being.

Eventually this lead to you finding local house listings and sending them to him.

Your favorite?

One that had a massive chunk of land with it and a four car garage.

You deemed it perfect. The nearby woods made for a time riding on four-wheelers or dirt bikes.

All the land meant you would have room for animals and even a garden and your future kids would play there.

The garage would be good for his project cars and dirt bikes.

So he managed to get through the process of buying the house, including the loan and inspections and all that, all in secret.

He put just as much time into picking your ring.

He originally wanted to give you his grandma's ring, but you had told him once you were too worried about ever losing it. So he scrapped that idea.

Your trips to the mall, he now started letting the sparkling jewelry store distract you. You pointed out your ideal cut, your ideal stone, all of it.

Until finally he was able to go to the store and three others to get you the perfect ring.

Buying the house meant he couldn't adhere to the 3 months rule for buying one, but he figured you'd be okay with it.

He asked your dad's blessing.

It was a bit old fashioned, you knew, but it was a big part of his values to make sure your father's opinions got heard even if he chose to ignore him.

Surprisingly, your father couldn't imagine a reason to say no.

He knew Sihtric loved you more than anything. He knew that he had protected you from the moment you laid eyes on each other and that the boy would probably keep swinging his fists in your defense until he was 90.

With your dad's blessing, he planned carefully.

He was signing the final paperwork on a Tuesday morning. He would propose that same evening.

He reached out to your boss and explained the situation. Thankfully you had a cool boss who was willing to schedule you off that day and the following.

Sihtric asked your mom to treat you to a girl's day. Get manicures. Go shopping. Lunch. All his treat. Just bring you back so you would be here at dusk.

He stayed at the house all day, waiting for the utilities to get turned on. He packed you both an overnight bag and brought the air mattress so you both could spend this night in your new home.

He lined the gravel driveway with tea light candles. Wrapped the banister on the front porch in fairy lights. Got you a bouquet of your favorite flowers.

And then, dressed in his finest clothes (which were really just the only clothes that wasn't stained from oil and grass) and the ring in one hand, flowers in the other, he waited.

You didn't know where your momma was taking you, or why you had picked your dad up from work. You just watched the scenery pass by as you drove just out of town.

When you pulled up, you were staring in awe. You got out of the car, wearing a dress you had gotten that day with your nails freshly done.

Sihtric swore you had never looked more beautiful. Although, he said that for every moment he deemed significant.

"What are you doing?" You asked him, not quite putting together what was going on.

He could only chuckle, having always appreciated the fact that you were so good at seeing small details but couldn't always put them together for the bigger picture.

"Baby, you know I love you, right?"

"Of course, Sihtric, and I love you too. But what does that have to do with anything? Whose house is this?"

"Ours."

You stopped talking instantly. You stared at him with your jaw hung open.

When you finally could pull your gaze away from him, you frantically looked around and realized this was the house from the listing you had fallen in love with.

He explained everything to you. How he got the promotion, getting paid more, knowing that as long as you both weren't struggling you would be okay without his extra income at your disposal and that he always made sure you guys were taken care of through this process.

He handed you the flowers before he got on one knee.

"Baby, I love you so much. I would tear apart the mountains and sky if you asked me."

"Sihtric."

You realized then what was happening. This house was yours.

He promised a house, a marriage, kids, life, love, grandkids, and old age too you. In that order.

This house was your perfect house. It had everything you could ever ask for or need.

You already felt he maybe had planned for you two to get some animals this weekend.

Maybe a dog or a cat.

Definitely some chickens.

And you looked at the flowers, the ring, the house, him.

It was all overwhelming you in the best way. Tears flew into your eyes as you say the flowers carefully on the ground.

"I have wanted you ask you since we we were eighteen but I made you promises."

"I know."

"And baby I can't promise I'll be perfect. Fuck you know I ain't. But I love you. I love you enough that I would fight all the gods in the universe to keep you by my side."

"I know."

"You are my everything. The one I was made for. And I'll bring home every trinket you want, every little stone to add to your penguin pebbles."

"Damn it Sihtric, ask me so I can answer!"

"Will you marry me?"

You all but tackled him to the ground, kissing every inch of his face. Muttering the same word over and over again.

"Yes."

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Get to know Appalachian Sihtric

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Appalachian Sihtric is getting interviewed for a local newspaper. He has become a pillar in his community, and the people want to know more. These are his real, unedited answers.

If you have any questions you want to ask Appalachian Sihtric, feel free to drop them below or send them in.

Q: You come home after a long day at work. Name three things you're doing first.

Sihtric: Kissing my woman. That is the number one thing. She opens my truck door for me when I get home just for that. And then, I'm probably gonna hop in the shower. It's dirty work I do. And my woman, YN darlin' I love you, she cooks while I'm showerin' so then I get to just relax and eat dinner with her.

Q: What is your favorite meal?

Sihtric: Aw shit, that's hard. I'm a big breakfast person. Love me a good plate of biscuits and gravy. I think otherwise, gotta say chicken and waffles, or French toast if we go to Cracker Barrel, or pot roast. YN's mom makes the best pot roast, especially her Sunday deer pot roast.

Q: What sort of activities do you like to do in your free time?

Sihtric: Keeping YN away from animal auctions, hahahaha. But seriously, I love to go fishin'. I used to go huntin', but YN worries if I go alone and Finan and Osferth can't shut up long enough to get a deer, and Uhtred has enough kids he can't come out.

Q: What would you say is your favorite childhood memory?

Sihtric: Aww man. My favorite thing ever was when my grandparents used to take me to flea markets and yard sales. I'd find so much cool shit, I was like a dragon and would hoard all the little things. It was so much fun, and I still have a couple things. Like a guitar, I got it hanging up in our bedroom, and I made my grandpa sign it for me. He was crazy talented musically and to this day, that thing is my favorite thing I've ever owned.

Q: Last one for now. Where is your favorite place to go with your wife, YN?

Sihtric: This may be the hardest question ever, hahaha. There are no bad places with her. I think the most beautiful times we have together are like, the really mundane stuff. Going to the grocery store and the like. Something that reminds me, shows me, we're working together and building a life and a future together. She gets really happy when I take her to buy video games, too, so anything that gives her that level of joy is always amazing. As far as like, date spots go? Probably Cracker Barrel. It's probably the simplest place I could take her, I know, but gods above. She loves the food, loves the atmosphere. She loves wandering the gift shop, especially around the holidays and they get a bunch of really neat stuff.

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Appalachian Sihtric - messages

AN: FINALLY SOME INSPIRATION FOR APPALACHIAN SIHTRIC. Happy Labor Day y'all.

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Summary: Deer and chickens.

CW: Surprise animals, language

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Appalachian Sihtric - Memes He Sends (NSFW)

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Summary: Stupid things I find that I think Appalachian Sihtric would send to those he loves.

CW: Language, sexy talks, roasting, puns

To you:

To Osferth:

To Finan:

To Uhtred:

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Appalachian!Sihtric Masterlist

Full Masterlist here!

Headcanon Ramblings

Dating v1

Proposing to you

Blurbs

Planning a Wedding Surprise

Welcome Home NSFW

Beach Vacation

Quotes

Post 1

Post 2

Memes

Post 1

Messages and Social Media Posts

Mother's Day

Group Chat 1

Songs

Musical Moments, V2

Get to Know

Part 1

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Side note I feel like this song just really fits Sihtric so. Thank you. And special thanks to @foxyanon for helping me hammer out some of the finer details. I also accidentally did this more inspired by, rather than the song playing in the moment. Oops 😅

You sat at Uhtred's large kitchen table. With the way he and Gisela multiply, you're surprised he hasn't had to further expand his house. Shaking your head, as though that would help you focus on the matter at hand, you looked in front of you.

Stiorra was a good girl. With Uhtred and Gisela being a little older than Sihtric and you, it was not necessarily odd for you that Stiorra was quickly becoming a woman grown. She has come to Gisela and you more times than you could count about various things. Makeup, clothes, religion even when her peers did not take kindly to learning of her being a Norse Pagan. Inevitably, she came to you both about boys. No big deal, you thought, a normal milestone for every girl.

Apparently, you could not have been more wrong.

When she brought that boy home, it was like Uhtred's world ended. He immediately "rallied the forces" as Stiorra told you, calling Sihtric first, then Finan and Osferth. Now, you sat beside Sihtric as nearly everyone stared at Stiorra and her boyfriend, a young boy named Sigtryggr. He was just a few years older than her, four at the most, and with her being eighteen, it truly seemed an insignificant thing.

Uhtred did not see it as such. He saw it as a grave error in judgement on her part, that she should be with a boy just her age, using you and Sihtric as an example.

"We are the exception, not the rule. Most couples have at least a year between them. You and Gisela are what, five years apart?" you reminded him.

"We were older," Uhtred told you.

"Hate me as you like. It will not change the love I have for Stiorra," Sigtryggr said with a simple shrug.

Before Uhtred could respond, Sihtric raised a finger from the table. Only a finger. It was part of the way the two moved together and operated. They communicated on levels you did not know, did not see. Yet, the simple movement was enough for Uhtred to allow Sihtric to speak.

"What sort of music do you listen to?" Sihtric asked. Brows furrowing, you looked between Gisela and Stiorra, neither looking any less confused.

"Metal. Rock. Why?" Sigtryggr asked.

"Do you know how many songs sing of love?" he asked the younger.

"More than I think anyone truly needs, but not enough at the same time," Sigtryggr responded. "In truth, I find them a big too soft typically."

"You need to love her in that way. The way you would give everything for her. Become soft for her. We do not get countless days to enjoy the ones we love. The gods are good, but not that good," Sihtric told him, looking to you for a moment.

His hand found your thigh under the table. A small moment of intimacy, something the two of you had long since earned in your life. You loved him completely. Every moment of your life together was priceless. Between the moments in your bed, counting the stars you could see through your window, to the couple's Halloween costumes you searched for months for, every second of your life was devoted to your love.

Sihtric turned back to Sigtryggr. "I'm not the most innocent of men. I have always been quick to a fight, if not completely to anger. I like running my mouth with so many stupid things just because it's different than everything around me. Until it comes to her," he said, gesturing to you with his head as he squeezed the soft flesh beneath his touch.

Sihtric watched as Sigtryggr nodded. The words he spoke seemed to affect the boy more than anything Uhtred could say. It showed just how deeply Sihtric loved his family, the family he made with you, Uhtred, Finan, and Osferth. His heart being a cavern wide enough to swallow the mountains you called home and still allow you room to dance across the night sky.

"If you are not prepared to give up everything for her, you do not feel what you say you feel for her. If you would not greet death without regret because you lived your life by her side, you do not feel what you say you feel for her," Sihtric said sternly. Despite his hard tone, your heart felt as light as a cloud listening to him. "To love is to be forgiving, forgive the one who has done the most wrong to you if that is required of you. To live your life every day as if it's your last, and love someone in that way, it is the greatest gift a man can know. If you sit there and can tell me you feel that way about Stiorra, I will stand between you and Uhtred. But if you have any doubt, I will end you where you stand and hide your body somewhere no god on this earth can find you to avoid you hurting my niece."

"Then I guess it's our lucky day. I get to live, and you don't have to leave your pretty wife's side to hide my body," Sigtryggr said.

A wolfish grin spread across both his and Sihtric's faces as you noticed he took Stiorra's hand. It was under the table, just as Sihtric did with you every time you sat at your parents' kitchen table. Not to hide, but to comfort, to allow a breath come to you.

"You have a lot to learn, Sigtryggr. The first being I am the calm one between the two of us when it comes to those I love," Sihtric grinned as he glanced to you.

The air eased in the room, and after half an hour, Sigtryggr and Uhtred were talking about some sports game while Stiorra rolled her eyes. You, though, were more content leaning into Sihtric's side, grateful to be loved every day by a man who treasured every moment as though it was his last.

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Appalachian!Sihtric plans a surprise for your wedding.

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CW: Language, orange cat energy,

Pairings: Sihtric x you

Word Count: Idk guys probably 800ish words if that many I'm writing these on here and not in Word.

Of all the things Sihtric would do for you, which included murder, he never anticipated he would be doing this.

You were at your parents. Your wedding? Tomorrow. You were dead set on the whole 24 hours apart thing, which truthfully made him ache for you like he was an addict, but it gave him the opportunity for this.

Everything was prepared. It wasn't a bad show of work for only four months of planning. He had the local florist and baker both create things to your tastes, according to your Pinterest anyways, as a way to take things off your plate. Your wedding was gonna be here, at your home at your insistence, saying you wanted the money for your marriage over your wedding.

Which he then may have turned around to use to plan a honeymoon. A two week road trip to hit several amusement parks, including Carowinds, Busch Gardens, and King's Dominion. You would stay at small hotels in the area, because he already knew you'd rather have more money available in the parks to "make memories" which did usually include making your way around the food courts.

So why he felt the need to try to surprise you further, he couldn't really say. He just couldn't get the idea out of his head for the last week. When he got off work on that Thursday, knowing you were going straight to your parents' after you got off, he bit the bullet.

That's how he had managed to spend over 300$ on the basics alone. And how he ended up with a three month old, orange tabby kitten who he could not capture the attention of.

Sihtric had finally managed to attach the little ring pouch to the collar of the kitten, who he named Wolfie after your favorite Barbie movie franchise cat. But Wolfie would not pay attention to anything.

Sihtric tried. He tried a string, he tried treats, he tried toys including a lazer pointer. He was slowly losing his mind over this cat who kept trying to eat his fingers and knocked his pop bottle over no less than three times. Oh, and the way this cat would go running through the house so fast he was only an orange blur, but would jump on every furniture surface known to man to make sure Sihtric could hear exactly where he was at.

Sihtric would swear to the gods that that cat looked at him, physically shrugged as if to say "tough shit", and ran through the house again.

"For the love of fuck, just walk to me," he all but begged Wolfie.

He groaned and walked to the kitchen before he grabbed his phone. He wanted to call you, to hear you, to tell you how he loved you. But Uhtred, Osferth, and Finan would be over soon and he couldn't afford to get all weepy over your not being in arm's reach.

He sent you a quick text, just letting you know how much he loved and missed you. You responded almost immediately, telling him the same. You spoke of your excitement for this to be the last night you would spend not being his wife. There was a determination in him, now, to make this perfect. So, he returned the sentiment and pulled up a picture of you on his phone and stalked over to find Wolfie.

He found him in the laundry room, trying to jump into the dryer. He swore under his breath about it being a stupid little thing with a death wish before he picked it up.

Sihtric held Wolfie carefully to his chest, the fuzz ball wriggling. Until Sihtric pulled up a picture of you and showed the kitten.

"Listen, you little shit, don't do it for me. Do it for her. Tomorrow you'll meet her and she'll love you instantly and even your cat brain will understand what it means to be loved by her," Sihtric practically pleaded with him.

Wolfie tried to paw at the phone, meowing. Sihtric raised an eyebrow before switching to another picture. Wolfie kept trying to touch the phone. And so he switched it to a video of you, talking like a person doing a news forecast, the subject being the very beautiful flowers on the trees around you. And Wolfie could not focus on anything but you. That's when he realized that the cat and him had something in common already, loving you.

The rest of the night, if Sihtric wanted to get Wolfie's attention, he just played a video of you or brought out a picture. He knew that tomorrow, he would be able to have Osferth put the kitten down while you were saying your vows, and Wolfie would come to you both. Wolfie would be carrying both the rings you would exchange and the blessing of your union from Freyja.

And that was exactly what he wanted.

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Appalachian Sihtric - musical moments v2

AN: Another musical moments with Appalachian Sihtric!

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Summary: A few more various moments described through songs.

CW: Fluff

Pairings: Sihtric x you

Cooking Breakfast before work.

He does get bacon grease on his forearm and cusses in the middle of the song, but the power of Dolly recenters his focus.

Songs his grandpa and grandma loved.

He plays them especially when he misses them, and YN just loves singing them to him when he's sick.

Nostalgic love song he dedicated to you.

Shower songs

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Appalachian Sihtric quotes (with YN)

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CW: Shit posting, sexual vibes sometimes, language

Sihtric: Didn't you say you needed to shower?

YN: Yeah but then it started storming and if I take a shower during the storm I will get electrocuted.

Sihtric: *stares blankly at her, cannot tell if she is serious*

Osferth: Where's Sihtric?

Finan: Tied up or something.

Osferth: Okay. Where's YN?

Uhtred: Who do you think tied him up?

Sihtric: Hey what's that thing Catholics say?

Osferth: What thing?

Sihtric: 'Sorry daddy, I've been bad' or something like that.

Osferth: *eye twitches* You...you mean 'bless me father, for I have sinned'?

Sihtric: No. No. I think mine was right.

Sihtric: *drunk as a skunk* Ma'am I am sorry. I am sure you are lovely. But my woman will kick your ass and mine and she is very scary and I love her. So I cannot bed you, nor do I particularly want to.

Uhtred: I shave my face one time and he thinks I look like a girl? And an unbeddable one at that?

YN: *giggling* He loves me.

Sihtric: Woman, where are my boots?

YN: Damn Frozone I don't know did you check the porch?

Osferth: *picking straw bristles from his hair*

Sihtric: What happened?

Osferth: YN smacked me with the broom when I told her I wouldn't help you get her a possum.

Sihtric: Well what did you say that for?

Osferth: You told me not to tell her you were trying to get one!

Sihtric: Your car should be good to go. Changed the oil, pumped up the tires, filled the tank for ya. Oh and I got you a candy bar, pepperoni roll, and pop from the gas station.

Sihtric: *is about to leave, then kisses your forehead* Oh and the dishwasher will be here tomorrow.

YN: *cries in Appalachian love* I love you too damn it.

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