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Hild - The Last Kingdom

Season 4 Episode 1

Screencap & edited by @grlwtskulltattoo

@warriorabbesshild

[transfinan]

Them 🥰

[tuungaq]

aroace hild and himbo bisexual uhtred in a queerplatonic relationship. if you even care

[moonlight-rider25]

I laughed way too hard

Peak comedy, this show is a comedy.

[viking-chaos]

Hild | Eve Birthistle The Last Kingdom | 2.01

[lady-wyrd]

The Last Kingdom + Smiling

[aelswiths]

Hild, Finan, and Uhtred in 2x05

Requested by @ladyinred2248

[w1ckedgal]

The last kingdom x Labour by Paris Paloma

Inspired by this post

[mirandahamilton]

We are not men, and we are not so easy to kill. 

[warriorabbesshild]

Kneeling before her makeshift altar, Hild closes her eyes, her hands clasped in front of her. What started as the recitation of prayers shifted into reflection, the events of the previous night and earlier conversation replaying in her mind.

That she had hurt Finan with her honesty left her confused. After all, is it not as important to be truthful with a partner as it is with God? She sighed and brought her thumb and forefinger to her forehead, pinching against the tension there.

Have I ruined this before it even started?

Hild wasn't even sure what to do now. Finan was obviously still hurt, and it was too soon for her to confess to something she was still unsure of. Had he not said he would be patient last night? This morning, he had seemed anything but.

She wants to seek him out, to try to set things right... to start fresh. But what if it only deepens the rift already there?

Sighing with frustration, Hild rises and turns to the door, her cloak over her arm. If she finds Finan before she reaches the oak tree, that will be her answer. If not... she will just have to wait until he seeks her out.

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[emilyhufflepufftlk]

Friends are the family we choose | The Last Kingdom

For @persephones-journey

Requested as part of my 600 celebration

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[grlwtskulltattoo]

They are near enough to Winchester that Hild is comfortable calling it a night a few hours before dawn.

"If we set camp here, we can rest for a few hours before riding the rest of the way into town and reach the gate by late morning or early afternoon."

Hild sets about starting a small fire to cook over after settling her horse. Without hesitation, Hild sets out her bedroll beside Revna's.

Her mood is subdued by worry, and Hild has a hard time finding anything to chat about, lost in her thoughts. Concern for Coccham, concern and worry for Uhtred and Finan, and Revna. What could Alfred possibly want her for? Or was he using her as leverage over Finan?

Alfred is smart, always plotting, and as Leofric had once said, "you'll never better him because the bastard thinks."

Hild sighed deeply as she gazed at the small fire. She closed her eyes and clasped her hands together before her, and began to softly recite the midnight Liturgy to herself.

"Heavenly Father, I come before You in this midnight hour, surrendering my life, my desires, and my burdens to You. I acknowledge that You are the source of all breakthroughs. I lay down my plans and trust in Your divine guidance.

Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. — Into your hands, Lord, I commend my spirit. Protect us, Lord, as we stay awake; watch over us as we sleep, that awake, we may keep watch with Christ, and asleep, rest in his peace."

~ @warriorabbesshild

I watch Hild as she says her prayers. Even though I don’t believe in her God, I still find a little comfort in her words. We could use all the help we can get, from her God as well as mine. I touch my Mjölnir around my neck as I ask Thor for protection from what’s to come, for me and my new family.

After eating a small meal, we both turn in, hoping to get a little rest before morning. I close my eyes and will sleep to claim me, but thoughts of what we might be up against when we arrive in Winchester keep playing out in my mind. I feel a nervous anxiety being this close to Winchester, worried that the King’s men might stumble on us and take us captive for whatever scheme Alfred has planned.

Like Hild, I clutch my seax against my chest, my hand gripping the hilt tightly. I start to lightly fall asleep, comforted by having Hild beside me. A noise startles me awake. I slow my breathing as I concentrate on the sound. It sounds like horse hooves. My heart starts pounding as I quickly reach out to Hild. My fingers softly grabbing her wrist to wake her.

When I look at Hild, her eyes are open and she holds a finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet as we wait to see if whoever it is approaches us…. 

@warriorabbesshild @thedarkprinceofulaid

[tovalhallaandback]

Does anyone else headcanon star signs for our beloveds?!?

A few of mine:

Stiorra: Scorpio Sun. Perhaps Leo Rising. But also maybe some Sagittarius placements?

Sigtryggr: Libra but also Sagittarius Sun. Maybe some Cancer Placements. An Aries Rising.

Finan: Capricorn Sun

Uhtred: Aries or a Leo Sun

Gisela: Virgo Sun

Hild: Taurus Sun

[tuungaq]

known nun hild and christian finan helping uhtred dig up gisela to give her a danish funeral worthy of her and uhtred’s religious faith … now THAT is love for your friends

[assortedseaglass]

🌟Solstice | Yuletide 🌟

Osferth x Unnamed Female Character

Summary: Osferth celebrates the solstice with the pagans.

Content Warning: The drabbliest of drabbles

🎄Yuletide Masterlist🎄

Shame welled in his heart.

No matter how often he tried to look away, or thought of the Lord, Osferth could not bring himself to leave his sentinel beyond the forest clearing.

How long he’d stood there, he could not say for certain, but the moon had risen beyond the trees to its nocturnal rest. His feet in their leather boots, were numb. His mouth, dry, though whether this was due to leaving the inn so early or because of the sight before him, he too did not know.

The young monk saw the glow first. Through the tunnel of the trees, the honeyed light grew until it seemed the very forest was aflame. Yet the voices he heard were not fearful. Edging closer to the woodland border, he found they were jubilant. Laughter. Singing. Excited chatter.

Onward he walked, into the trees’ dark embrace. Beneath him, branches crackled and snapped with every tentative step. The noise of the party grew nearer. An enemy encampment perhaps? No, they would lie low prior to attack. Travelling goodsman and their crew? Surely they would be at the inn with everyone else in Aureberie.  

The glow led him to the edge of the clearing at which he now stood, and the sight he beheld was like none he had seen, except in dreams.

A pyre of wood was set ablaze at the clearing’s centre, sparks breaking away from the flames and reminding him of barely remembered stories told by his mother long ago.

“Angels flying heavenward, little one.”

Even from where he stood beneath the bare trees, Osferth felt the warmth radiating from the glorious fire. Tendrils of flame violently licked the sky, its great roar growing in strength and drowning out the souls silhouetted against its light.

It was this, that truly mesmerised Osferth.

Dancing around the ring of flame, bodies writhed and twirled, all curve and sinew, flailing arms raised to the heavens with teeth gleaming in the firelight. Garlands of leaves donned their brows; holly and fir on beds of moss. For some, this was all they wore. Though this number was few, men and women alike danced about the pyre as naked as a babe.

Osferth watched, transfixed, as plump flesh and fat rolled, coiled, stretched and swayed.

Shame rushed to his breaches.

Round tummies, tender breasts, plush thighs. The flickering of firelight across the women’s soft flesh dizzied Osferth and, at last, he looked away.

Wolf’s eyes and an enigmatic smile. How long had she been there?

At once, Osferth reached for his sword.

“You are the monk they call Osferth?” The woman stepped forward, hands open in surrender.

“Yes.” His voice was firm. He had seen this woman before, about Aureberie since their arrival. The healer. She hummed at his answer.

“Please, let go of the sword.” Her voice was so gentle, so measured, that he did as she commanded without thinking.

A prickle ran up his spine. If she was the wolf, wily and tactful, surely he was the rabbit. Startled, wide-eyed. “How long have you been there?”

“Longer than you, Christian.”

“That is not what I mea-”

“I know what you meant.”  

She stepped towards him and Osferth straightened, determined not to let her see his shame. To his great relief, her smile softened. “It is the solstice,” she nodded towards the pyre. “We are moving back towards the light.”

“Yes,” Osferth said. “It was the light that drew me in.” He had turned back to watch the gathering party.

“And what was it that made you stay?” The low timbre of her voice made him shiver, and, when Osferth looked at her, he saw she was right beside him.

“I think you know, lady.” He said, watching the flames dance in the reflection of her eyes. She nodded.

“Come, Christian,” she held out her hand in beckoning. Osferth took it, spellbound. And she led him, not towards the celebration, but deeper into the forest.

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