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mrsarnasdelicious · 2 years ago

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The Band of Bebbanburgh - I - How Sihtric Met Finan

Uhtred enters the small messy apartment like he owns it. He most certainly owns a key to it...

"Sihtric!" He yells.

The apartment's inhabitants hurried from the bathroom, half naked and tucking himself away. "What were you doing?" Uhtred asks. "Taking a piss. The fuck you doing in my house?" The young man asks in reply. "You call this a house?" Finan frowns at the kid. He can't be older than twenty or so. "Who the fuck are you?" The lads round on the Irishman. So much for a pleasant first meeting. Uhtred most certainly miscalculated there.

Uhtred coughs dryly.

Finan and the younger man both turn to him. "Fina, Sihtric. Sihtric, Finan." He says curtly. Sihtric steps forward, offering Finan a hand. "Go wash up first." Finan scoffs. Uhtred groans in mild desperation. "Yes, sir." Sihtric sneers, slouching to his tiny kitchen.

Finan can't help but stare at the lad's ass, which looks utterly phenomenal.

Sihtric washes his hands and comes back to both older men. "Now what'd you interrupt my lazy sunday for?" He asks Uhtred. "I just wanted to introduce Finan." Uhtred replies. "Fek off." Finan says. Both Uhtred and Sihtric look at him with surprise evident on their faces. "Oh come the fuck on. Uhtred, you did not drag me all the way to the back of town just to shake this sorry sods pissy hand." He says. "I washed it!" Sihtric protests.

"Alright... you're here for more than hands." Uhtred rolls his eyes at the instant bickering. Then he turns to Sihtric. "You'll do him, pro bono." It is an order. "Yes sir." Sihtric rolls his eyes. "And you better fuck off with the attitude." Uhthred snarls.

And then he just leaves.

Finan is utterly nonplussed. "Do me?" He furrows his brows. Sihtric scoffs and flops down on the absolutely prehystoric looking sofa. "Yeah, let you fuck me." He grabs a cig and lights it. The scent of smoke and vanilla spreads through the studio apartment. "Wait what?" Finan can barely believe what he is hearing. "Uhtred thinks I am his little bitch boy to use, just because I pay the bulk of my rent with sex work." Sihtric takes another drag of his cig. "Bullshit." Finan swears. "It is the only thing I am good at." Sihtric replies wryly.

"I am sure that is not true." Finan begins to feel sorry for the kid. But Sihtric scoffs, blowing smoke from his nose. "I'm a cage fighter, but it doesn't make me enough to pay rent and do the shopping." He says. "Fucking shit." Finan hisses. Sihtric sends him an unamushed look. "I don't need your pity, so you can fuck off with it. Now do you want me to suck your cock or not?" It is a sneer and Finan wonders if Sihtric is being forced into this by Uhtred. He wouldn't pin his new friend like that type of guy...

"You don't have to." He rumbles.

Sihtric snuffs his cig. He gets up and saunters over to the Irishman. He falls to his knees. "I bet you're thick. And you trim. I want to smell the sweat in your pubic hair." He murmurs. Finan opens his mouth to tell him he shouldn't, but Sihtric nuzzles his face against the faded cloth of his jeans. "I will make you cum so hard, you will never want another." Sihtric purrs.

He opens Finan's fly. He mouthes at the cloth of Finan's boxers. "Oh Jesus Fucking Christ." Finan groans. His prick is beyond just interested. He is hard as a rock and already creating a precum stain in the grey cotton. "Oh fuck, you smell so good." Sihtric whimpers. He mouthes at the stain, hot wet mouth agonisingly close to the head of Finan's cock. Finan drags his finger through Sihtric's dark hair. All his protests are forgotten all he can focus on is Sihtric's mouth. And then he looks down... Into those mismatched eyes. And he knows he is lost.

One pool of ocean and one pit of mud.

Sihtric pulls Finan's boxers down his thighs. The Irishman's cock springs free. "Mouth watering." He hisses. And then he lewdly opens his mouth. "You want me to fuck your pretty whore mouth?" Finan growls. Sihtric nods. Finan craddles Sihtric's chin. The younger man's whispery goaty tickles his palm. "Such a good boy." He growls. Sihtric whines in reply. He is impatient, it seems to Finan.

He takes his cock in his hand and slap his glans down on Sihtric's bottom lip, which is swollen to lsuh plumpness with wanton arousal. Sihtric is turned on by this, too. His tongue comes out to swipe at the slit in Finan's cockhead. "Jesus, you know what you are doing, don't ye baby?" Finan groans. Sihtric, in form of answer, closes his mouth on the first inches of Finan's cock.

He is still looking up at Finan.

"I'll make you gag." Finan warns. Sihtric sucks more of him into his eager, wanton mouth. Finan tightens his hand into the youth's hair, grunting like a rutting boar. It had been a while since he had last been given a good round of head. His last girlfriend hadn't wanted to do it. Said he smelled weird, not matter how good or how often he washed. But Sihtric relaxes the muscles of his throat and shoves his face against Finan's pubic bone.

Too soon, Finan feels his orgasm approach. It is rushing in on him like a fucking freight train. He drags Sihtric off by his hair. His cock comes free with a lewd wet pop. Sihtric whines at the loss. "Not yet." Finan shakes his head. Sihtric pouts up at him.

"Get up!" Finan orders. Sihtric obeys without a shred of hesitation. Finan's eyes rove over the younger man's body. The lad is well built and his cock is standing to attention. "Take off your joggers." Finan tries to sound gentler. Again, Sihtric obeys without a peep. His cock springs free, throbbing and glistening with precum.

Finan closes the distance between them.

Sihtric's breath hitches as Finan grabs his hard, slick shaft. "You were as ready to cum as I." It is not even a question. He gives Sihtric a slow languid jerk. "Well?" He presses the youth for it. "Yes ... Yes sir." Sihtric moans. "Such a flithy little slut you are." Finan growls. "Thank you, sir." Sihtric demures.

Finan cups Sihtric's cheek with his free hand. Sihtric closes his eyes without having to be told. "Good boy." Finan growls. And then he closes the distance.

KIssing Sihtric feels easier than kissing any woman he's ever been intimate with. He's never been with a man before, yet the feeling of Sihtric's strong yet supple lips is like coming home. He is coming home to the taste of vanilla, nicotine and his own cock and the vibration of Sihtric's wicked moans against his lips. He could very well drown in those moans.

He unhands Sihtric's cock. "Bedroom, now." He snarls. "Fuck ues, sir." Sihtirc breathes.

He traipses into his bedroom, Finan hot on his heels.

Unlike the main area, the bedroom is tidy and Sihtric's bed is huge.

Just for good measure, Finan grabs Sihtric by the hips and throws him into the sheets. "You are going to wish Uhtred had never taken me to you." He hisses. Sihtric rolls onto his back, cock point at the ceiling. "All mouth and no trousers." He purrs as a challenge. Finan scoffs loudly and makes quick work of his clothes.

Once he is as naked as Sihtirc, he crawls on top of him.

Sihtric moans as their cocks collide. Finan bucks his pelvis right away. "Gods! Will you fuck me?" Sihtric asks. His voice trembles a little. Finan takes a moment to consider the situation. Not fifteen minutes before he was worried Uhtred was forcing Sihtric into prostitution and now he was buckarse naked in the lad's bed. Did something go wrong along the way? Or is Sihtric just this hot on him?

"Do you want me to fuck you? For true?" Finan asks, very seriously. "I want you to fuck the tar out of me. Fuck you like you hate me." Sihtric replies. "No, I won't, you have not earned my hate. You deserve better." Finan tells the younger man . Sihtric flusters and looks away. "At least don't pretend you love me. I don't want your fucking pity." He tries to sound snide.

"I won't give you pity. But I will not hate you either. I just want to know I am not forcing you into anything." Finan says. Sihtric pushes Finan over, so now he is on his back in the younger man's stead. Sihtric straddles his hips and clasps a hand on his throat. "I want to feel the imprint of that massive fucking cock for the next two weeks. I want to show off the bruises you'll leave on me. Make me proud of the screw up I am, for the love of the fucking gods." He hisses.

His hand on Finan's throat slowly starts to close. Finan knows he is trying to provoke him into rash actions.

Finan puts his hand around Sihtric's wrist. "You can ride me, if you like." He rumbles. Sihtric's grip slackens, a little. It's a start. "Do you want to ride my cock, Sihtric?" He asks. Sihtric nods and allows Finan to move his hand from his throat, to his chest. "Yes, I do." Sihtric whispers. "Can I prep you first?" Finan might not have been with a man before, but he is not stupid. He knows anal takes time. "You don't have to." Sihtric replies, though it is unabashed. His mood seems to be evening out. "I don't want to hurt you." Finan says gently.

Finally Sihtric smiles at him. "You won't hurt me. I'm, as one would say, well trained. Aaaand I played with myself just before Uhtred brought you." He says. Finan cups Sihtric ass, fingers slipping into the cleft. "So you are still open and relaxed for me." He purrs lewdly. He presses his fingertip into Sihtric's pucker. Sihtric moans sweetly. "One more?" Finan asks. "More like two. You're quite big." Sihtric replies. "All at once?" Finan furrows one raven coloured brow. "I can handle it." Sihtric says. And thus Finan adds two fingers at once. Sihtric pushes back on him. "Gods, fuck." He groans. "You good?" Finan asks. The youth nods, confident and grinning. He is proud of it too, Finan realises.

"I'll get you a condom." Sihtric says. "No raw ploughing?" Finan teases. "Not today." Sihtric replies playfully. "So there will be a next time?" Finan asks. "Are you kidding, where else am I getting a cock like yours." Sihtric murmurs. Finan decides not to push the matter. Sihtric gets off of him to retrieve a condom from his cok drawer. Finan takes the time to marvel at his back and arse.

Sihtric is gorgeous, in a strange, rebellious sort of way. He's muscular, well trained, with thick cordy muscles. His skin is pale, but has an odd oiled glow to it, though his skin is not feeling that moist. His hair is dark brown, shaved up on the sides and kept moderately short. He has a tattoo spanning from the side of his head to his neck. He wears several bracelets and rings, and Thor's Hammer on a leather thong around his neck. He keeps a whispey moustache and even less of a goaty. But he pulls it off. He pulls it off like the piercings in the shell of his ears and the tiny gemstone in one nostrill. He just does.

Sihtric comes back to bed.

Without any further ado about anything not concerning Finan's cock, he rolls the condom over The Irishman's considerable erection. And then he just sinks down on him!

"Holy Jesus!" Finan all but shouts. "Your Jesus has nothing to do with this." Sihtric says. "Then who does?" Finan purrs warmly. "Freyr and Loki." Is the reply. Finan only recognises Loki because of the marvel films. But he decides to ask later.

Sihtric rides him in a slow yet deft way that has Finan teetering on the edge and at the same time want more. So much more!

"Let me make you cum." He rumbles. Sihtric looks a little surprised. "I ... erm..." He flusters a little. "I could cum from just this..." He mumbles. "You don't have to." Finan replies warmly. He curls his fingers around Sihtric's cock. The youth moans, rolling his hips. "So beautiful." Finan growls. "Thank you, sir." Sihtric lisps. He fucks Finan's fist, precum all but dribbling from his slit. "You gonna cum for me, pretty boy?" Finan rasps. Sihtric moans, but shakes his head. "No, why not?" Finan taunts. "Too- too soon." Sihtric says, his voice a soft whine. Finan laughs warmly. I won't last long, Princess. Go chase that high." He says. "Okay, but I want you to choke me." Sihtric replies.

Finan decides not to question it. The regrets are for later, like with anything he does. He is far from the good catholic boy his parents wanted him to be.

He grabs Sihtric by the throat. The young man's eyes blow wide and he moans like a fucking pornstar. "Jesus fuck." Finan growls. He clasps Sihtric's throat firmly, while also still jacking him off. But Sihtric shoos his hand from his cock. "Just choke me." He hisses.

Finan obliges. He tightens his grip on Sihtric's throat. The youth moans as best he can. His cock twitches, precum gushes from the throbbing red head down on Finan's abs. "Gunna be a good boy an' cum?" Finan growls. Sihtric nods feebly. Finan tightens his grip a little more, causing Sihtric to whimper loudly. "Say it." Finan whispers. Sihtric leans into his grip, moaning as best he can. Finan does not actually expect the youth to speak. But he sees Sihtric enjoys the taunting.

Sihtric's cock twitches wildly, more precum gushing from the slit.

"Go on." Finan growls. Sihtric whimpers loudly. He is dangling right on the edge. He is so close he can taste his climax. It is inevitable. "I'm gona.. Fuck I'm gona cum." He croaks. "Then cum." Finan snarls, tightening his grip a little more. That shoves Sihtric firmly over the edge. He moans feebly, spending himself all over Finan's belly. He cums quite generously, shooting as far as Finan's chest. "Good boy. Such a good boy for me." Finan growls. "Now you ride me, make me cum too." He instructs. He knows it won't take long. The way Sihtric's ass is clenching around him already has him on the edge.

"Yes sir.." Sihtric demures.

He puts his hands on the perfect sculpt of Finan's chest. Finan's breath hitches as though he is bracing himself. He knows Sihtric is gona do well. And indeed, Sihtric begins to ride him like he's trying to break his pelvis. Finan grabs him firmly by the hips to slow him down, but Sihtric is not having it.

"Fucking cum for me." He hisses. "Cum inside me." He murmurs.

And that is Finan's undoing. He bucks his pelvis spasmically and spends himself inside the condom, groaning loudly. "Yes, fuck yes." Sihtric groans, closing his eyes to savour the moment.

He then gets up, letting Finan slip out with a lewd little groan.

"Fuck, you are amazing." Finan growls. "Fuck you." Sihtric says in a derisive tone. He pulls the condom off of Finan's cock and tosses it in the bin. "You just have to cop an attitude, don't you?" Finan sits upright. Sihtric rolls his eyes, plopping down in the windowseat.

"Well, I was good, wasn't I?" He leans against the cold glass. Finan heaves a soft sigh. "Why am I suspecting that was only a sliver of what you usually do." He says. "Because you are a smart man." Sihtric grins at him. Finan gazes up at the ceiling. He is genuinly wonder what the fuck Uhtred has gotten him into. And he suspects that indeed, this first meeting with Sihtric is only the tip of the iceberg.

#Sihtric #Finan #Sihtric x Finan #TLK #The Last Kingdom #arnas fedaravicius #mark rowley

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breanime · 2 years ago

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I just think Finan and Sihtric should kiss.

#sihtric x finan #finan the agile #sihtric kjartansson #the last kingdom #they should kiss each other and then kiss me

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popcorn1989 · 2 years ago

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I honestly would love any whumpy Sihtric stories, but if I had to choose then I would request “does it hurt a lot?” With him (also love Sihtric/Finan ship). Thank you ❤️

Note: Love these two, thanks Anon, I had a lot of fun writing this.

Pairing: Sihtric x Finan

Summary: The battle was finally over, the Danes attacking Coccham running away in droves now. Sihtric had just killed the last brave Dane who was still attacking him furiously. Finan watched as Sihtric was struck in the head by the opponent's sword pommel. But by the time he reached Sihtric, the attacking Dane was already down. But Finan was being motherly, far too motherly by Sihtric's standards.

Warning: Actually nothing but some blood and Finan's care for his Danish friend.

Prompt List - here

Sihtric drew his ax from the Dane's neck and exhaled heavily. He clipped his ax to his belt and put his hands on his hips as he watched the last of the Danes shrink as they run away from Coccam. The second attack, after a short while, but Uhtred had hoped that this would be the last attack, for their numbers were dwindling and they, on the other hand, suffered few casualties. With Finan's idea to trap the Danes, the second attack of the Danes went better and ended faster.

He was just spitting on the lying Dane when Finan grabbed his shoulder and turned to face him. "It's all ok?" Sihtric nodded in bewilderment and grinned, delighted to see his friend, whom he considered a brother, alive. But Finan fingered his armor. "Really? What is that?" Finan asked, examining the crack in his armor. "I don't know, I guess someone hit me" But before he could say he wasn't hurt, he noticed Finan's fingers, which went into the crack and felt for a wound. He was shaken by Finan, but he put a hand on Finan's to stop him from widening the crack. "Stop it now"

"Really now? I'm not wounded," Sihtric spoke when he saw Finan checking his fingers for blood. "You never know, you're so in Rage that sometimes you don't realize it until later, maybe Osferth should look at the skin afterward." Finan spoke in worry. Sihtric raised his eyebrows in disbelief. But before he could say anything, Finan walked around him, but he stopped with the first steps. "Oh no, I'm telling you, you're wounded." Sihtric looked at his upper right arm.

"It's nothing... What... What the hell are you doing?" he asked as Finen felt the wound with his finger and looked more closely "Your luck, just a scratch, doesn't need stitches" Sihtric shook his head as Finen made his way forward and now stood behind him. "I watched you, fought like a weasel" - "So that's what you did, just stood there and watched, that's why there were so many men I had to fight" - "That's not quite right, some of them attacked me" - "Oh, so you had to fight?" - "Yes, I did both, fighting and looking."

"Well, someone has to watch over you while... Oh no, your dagger is gone," he said, tapping the empty scabbard at his back. "It must be in somebody of this one," he said irritably, and pointed to the surrounding dead bodies with both hands. "You sure you're alright, Finan? Did you get hit on the head?" he asked now, as Finan appeared on his left side. "Would you like me to help you find it?" he said, when he wanted to touch his arm with his hand again.

Sihtric avoided his touch and looked down at his arm, "It's dirt and no, you don't need to look, I'll find it." For a long time he watched Finan, who thoughtfully searched the corpses, looking for the dagger "I said, I don't need your help ... gods... are you alright?" he now asked. Finan nodded when he first saw Sihtric's face, and his eyes widened. "Good God, would you rather sit down?" he spoke and grabbed Sihtric's shoulders, so he could help him sit down.

Sihtric got angry, he hated being mothered. "Stop. Stop right there!" he said and snatched away from Finan's efforts to put him on the ground. "I don't want to sit down, I'm fine," he said as he walked a few steps away from Finan and wiped his bloody forehead with the back of his hand. He saw how blood remained on his hand, but he hardly had any pain, a little headache, but he wouldn't tell Finan that now. Who knows what ideas Finan would come up with.

"Gods, I wonder who got hurt here. Your brain must really be bruised" - "Nah, I'm fine, I didn't bruise anything, but you don't look good" - "You don't look good when I'm done with you. Can't you bother someone else?" - "I'm just worried about my best friend" Sihtric's anger faded instantly at Finan's words, and he ginned. "Yes, one question, Finan, you could have just asked one question instead of acting like a mother"

Finan nodded and looked down, "So?" he asked, nudging some dirt aside with his shoes. "So what?" Finan cleared his throat and looked back at Sihtric. "Does it hurt a lot?" Sihtric rolled his eyes. He shook his head annoyed, the people in the square were already busy removing the bodies of the attackers, and he saw Uhtred standing by Osferth. "You know, it would hurt less if we got drunk now" Sihtric said and nodded his head to the tavern.

Finan followed his gaze, Uhtred and Osferth were about to enter the tavern. "I call that a very good idea," he said, happily nudged his friend with his fist, Sihtric put an arm around Finan's shoulders, and together they walked in Uhtred's direction. "But first Osferth looks at your wounds" said Finan. "Gods," Sihtric said, pushing Finan away, who stopped and made a gesture of - what did I say? - before following Sihtric.

#sihtric imagines #Sihtric #sihtric the last kingdom #the last kingdom imagine #The last kingdom #Tlk #Finan #sihtric x finan #dialogue prompt #thanks for reading #thanks for requesting!#the last kingdom prompt

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whitedarkmoonflower · 7 months ago

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Little Seer

Pairing: Sihtric x reader(female) x Finan

Authors note: there was something in the air again 😅 Brainstorming and writing together with the talented and amazing @little-diable is an absolute pleasure. Thank you so much for co-writing this little story with me! 💖💖💖

Warnings: SMUT 18+, a bit of angst, the usual things

Summary: as if being Skade's sister wasn't challenge enough, you are faced with an impossible choice between two warriors, competing over your heart

Word Count: 4,8 K

You closed your eyes and inhaled the cool, crisp morning air. A fleeting aroma of freshly baked bread wafted toward you, evoking a vivid memory of work-worn hands kneading dough on a high table, so tall that your nose barely reached its surface.

"Go fetch your sister," a soft voice urged, and you giggled as a finger touched your nose, leaving a white flour mark on it.

"Skade, Skade, where are you? Mom is baking bread," you called out cheerfully, your voice ringing through the yard like a bright, joyful stream. Your small feet carried you from one building to the next.

"Shhh, what are you doing? Stop yelling! You just scared all my spirits away," an irritated hiss made you freeze in your tracks as your lively, smiling eyes met two stormy, piercing blue ones. Your face twisted into a mocking grimace as you stuck out your tongue at your sister. Her giggle was soft and sparkling, reminiscent of a tiny bell's chime, as she took your hand and you both skipped joyfully back to the house.

Long before the big wooden gates of Dunholm creaked open to welcome the small traveling party, you had already known she was approaching Dunholm. The runes never lied to you. Bound by the same blood and the same divine gift, your destinies were intricately woven together in a delicate tapestry of love and hate. You knew you couldn’t escape each other and no matter how hard you tried to defy this fate, you had always failed.

Your palm tightened around the shaft of the Nithstang you had crafted tonight, wet and sticky with the warm blood dripping down your fingers, as you forced your eyes open. Your steps, steady and resolute, carried you to the small paddock across the inner yard, now a makeshift prison.

"Release him!" Your voice, edged with a metallic tone, carried a hint of the anger simmering deep within you. Something stirred in the shadows at the back, and a silhouette began to move closer to the bars. Two familiar, deep pools of dazzling blue met your gaze.

"You know I won't," a challenge danced on the plush lips curved into a smirk. "You should know me better by now, little sis."

"Don't make me use my power against you," you warned, your breath forming small clouds of mist as you spoke, casting a shimmering, translucent veil over your sister's face and giving it a mysterious glow.

"You wouldn't dare," Skade smirked, tilting her head defiantly.

"You leave me no choice," you replied, not with anger but with a surge of resolve. With a loud cry, you swung the Nithstang high into the air, driving it deep into the ground to face the place where your sister was imprisoned.

Your love for her was deeply rooted in every fibre of your being, yet you despised the monster she had become, transformed by power-hungry men who sought to use her for their own ascension. It was this profound care for her, this need to protect her even from herself, that had driven you to carve the ancient runes into the wood under the cover of night. The power of love was stronger than the power of hate, yet your sister, as mighty as she might be, still failed to recognize this simple truth.

Fear and caution had long been your constant companions, often mingled with respect, but genuine fascination and appeal seldom visited your life. You struggled to suppress your smile as you constantly felt two pairs of eyes almost burning into your back each time when you turned away.

The dark brown eyes exuded warmth, strength, and protectiveness, creating a comforting presence that seemed to envelop you each time you entered the great hall. The peculiar, mismatched eyes sparkled with mischief and curiosity, radiating a sense of possessiveness. They darted around the room, absorbing every detail, as if laying claim to every word you spoke and every move you made.

An Irish-accented voice, rich and booming, reached you near the stream just as you were about to lift the heavy buckets brimming with water. "May I help you?"

"Thank you, that's very kind," you replied with a smile, watching the sturdy, well-built Irishman effortlessly lift your load and nod for you to lead the way.

To break the somewhat awkward silence, you inquired, "How's Lord Uhtred?"

"He's well, thanks to you, lady. On the way here, I had my doubts he'd even make it," the warrior replied, his voice thick with genuine worry and care. The soothing quality of his words made you turn and cast a warm smile back at him while noticing his shoulders straighten and his eyes light up with a friendly glow.

Having seen him spar before, it was clear that beneath his somewhat soft and pappy shell lay a core of steel, marked by agility and resolve.

"Lady, I was looking for you..." greeted a cheerful voice accompanied by a bright smile at the steps before your hut. "I... I was riding out the horses, and there, in the meadow, I thought of you when I saw these," stammered the young, handsome Dane, revealing a bouquet of wildflowers he had been hiding behind his back. His gaze quickly shifted to his feet.

The bouquet was not a mere haphazard cluster; it was artfully arranged—a vibrant swirl of colours with bright yellow flowers at the centre, gently transitioning to soft pink and white ones around the edges, framed by green leaves.

"They are beautiful, thank you so much, Sihtric," you said, your eyes widening in surprise. Your fingers lightly brushed against his as you accepted the flowers, inhaling their sweet scent. A muffled scoff from behind made you bury your face deeper into the bouquet to hide your amused smirk upon seeing Finan roll his eyes in annoyance.

"Lady, let me..." Sihtric hurriedly ascended the few steps and swung the door open for you, you stepped inside and Sihtric followed you, letting the door close just before Finan could enter. You turned to him with a surprised smile and, hearing Finan’s disgruntled curse behind the door, Sihtric quickly opened it again to let in the visibly annoyed Irishman.

"Please put the buckets there," you directed, pointing to a wooden bench in the corner while turning to fetch a vase for the flowers from the cupboard.

The sound of shuffling feet and muffled murmurs behind you indicated that both warriors were hesitant to leave. As you turned to face them, Finan spoke first, "I... I placed the buckets on the bench... I..." He scratched the back of his head, his eyes darting around the room, seemingly searching for something to say.

"Oh, your door is half ajar; it needs fixing," Sihtric suddenly exclaimed. "I'll fetch some tools and be right back."

"You've never held a hammer and nail in your life, you don’t even know what they look like, and now you want to pretend you can fix a door?" Finan scoffed, clearly upset he hadn’t noticed the issue first.

Sihtric hurried off to fetch the tools, leaving Finan behind, still bristling from the earlier mishap and determined not to be outdone by the young Dane. “I can fix that just fine without his help,” Finan muttered, eyeing the slightly ajar door as if it were a direct challenge to his capabilities.

When Sihtric returned, he clumsily carried a bundle of tools wrapped in cloth. Finan was already examining the door, squinting critically. “Here, let me show you how it’s done,” Sihtric announced with a confident swagger, setting the bundle down with a thud.

The two warriors stood side by side, peering at the assortment of tools, which included a couple of misshapen awls and a few worn hammers. “This one looks about right,” Sihtric said, picking up an awl with an uncertain glance.

“That’s not how you hold it, give it here,” Finan scoffed, snatching the tool and holding it upside down. You watched, amused, as they fumbled, each trying to outdo the other with bravado that was clearly unfounded.

“Here, you need to tighten the hinges,” Sihtric suggested.

“No, the alignment’s off. It needs a new hole,” Finan countered, eyeing the frame as if he could will it into compliance.

Sihtric attempted to use a hammer, gently tapping around the hinge as if coaxing it to tighten by itself. Meanwhile, Finan, now wielding an awl, tried to carve a new hole in the wood, his efforts resulting in a crooked and unnecessary indentation.

The result was a door that hung even more awkwardly than before.

“You know, maybe we should just ask the carpenter in the village,” Sihtric finally conceded, stepping back to examine their handiwork, which looked worse than when they started.

Finan, though reluctant to admit defeat, nodded in agreement. “Let’s just say woodworking isn’t our calling,” he said, chuckling awkwardly.

You couldn’t help but laugh at their earnest but bungled efforts, appreciating the entertainment, if not the craftsmanship. “I think that’s wise,” you agreed, still smiling. “But thank you both for trying. It’s the thought that counts, right?”

Everything went quiet suddenly, with just shy glances and nervous shuffling of feet filling the air. It was getting awkward, but it was obvious neither warrior wanted to leave. The question in their eyes was so clear and so charming that this time, you couldn't help but let a grin slip.

Their fondness for you was apparent, neither attempting to conceal it, as they'd been playfully fighting for your attention for a week now, and you'd be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it. The two warriors were as different as fire and water, their contrasting energies sparking against each other with every word and gesture.

You really appreciated how Finan always looked out for you, always there to lend a hand, careful and attentive. His support was rock solid, his eyes always warm, and he never missed a chance to gently tease you.

Then there was Sihtric, with his wild, spontaneous streak that drew you in just as much. He’d show up at all sorts of odd times with flowers, or suddenly appear at your hut with a huge smile and a basket full of goodies, just because he’d found the perfect spot on a nearby hill to catch the sunset. No matter how tired you were, his laughter and sheer joy were contagious, always managing to sweep you up in another adventure.

Both warriors truly brightened up your life, even helping you momentarily forget the deep worry your sister's presence constantly evoked. As time passed, it was clear Uhtred was committed to his decision to stay with his brother, which only seemed to make the boys more hopeful whenever they looked your way. But what really amazed you was something quite rare, something you hadn’t seen before—even with their ongoing competition for your attention, their friendship didn’t waver—not even a bit.

They were both waiting for you to make a choice between them. And honestly, as much as you wanted to decide, making up your mind just seemed impossible.

Stars were twinkling in the sky as you rolled your head back, letting the river run through your hair as you took your bath. Darkness wrapped itself around you like a veil, hidden from the drunken men you didn’t want to cross paths with, the nosy fighters who’d give a lot for a good look at your naked frame.

Your body had ached as you found your way down to the river, desperate for some moments alone, away from the confusion of being close to Sihtric and Finan pushed through you and the confusion your sister managed to push through your veins with every rising of the sun. It was a steady back and forth you should be all too used to by now.

“Here’s good!” The raspy voice echoed through the air, dripping with his Irish accent while forcing your eyes away from the sky to watch the two men walk closer. For a moment, you didn’t move, letting your curious eyes watch the two as you waited for them to notice you. But Finan and Sihtric kept undressing, not picking up on your closeness just now.

“It’s not very honourable of you to disturb a woman’s bath, now is it?” Humour flushed through you as you spoke the word, chasing the protection the dark water offered. Only your head and throat were visible, hiding the body both Finan and Sihtric had been imagining the past days, chasing highs with their minds solemnly focused on you.

“Apologies, lady.” SIhtric stumbled over his words, drawing a loud laugh from you as you kept on watching them.

“Would you mind some company?” It was a bold question the Irishman asked, knowing that this could take an ugly turn. Perhaps it was the mead flushing through your system, perhaps it was the thrilling coldness of the river, whatever it was, it forced your mouth open once again, giving room to your words rolling off your tongue.

“If you can behave, I wouldn’t mind your company, no.” The hum leaving Finan seemed to snap Sihtric out of his trance, averting his gaze as the two kept undressing. For some more seconds, you allowed yourself to study their muscular frames, a sight that left you trembling with heat pooling between your thighs before you eventually let your eyes wander back up to the sky.

“It’s a beautiful sight, aye.” Finan’s voice wrapped itself around you as he moved closer, marvelling at the starry sky. Even though you kept your eyes focused on the sky, you couldn’t help but focus on the heat he emanated – a heat that only grew stronger as Sihtric also stepped towards you. “But we are fortunate men, us two, we don’t have to look that far for a beautiful sight.”

The words left you laughing, unable to bite down your smile as you turned towards the two men. Mischief was swimming in their pupils, it seemed as if whatever back-and-forth they had felt between one another had found some end, a compromise perhaps. Whatever it was, it drew them even closer, giving you the chance to pull away before overstepping any boundaries

“Others may no longer respect your honour if they see you here with us, lady.” Sihtric’s husky voice was about to draw a moan out of you, reminding you of the words you had imagined them to speak as you had chased your high just this morning, thinking of these two warriors now caging you between their bodies.

“And why is that?” Slowly, you rose, exposing your naked chest to Finan, who was standing in front of you. You felt Sihtric tugging himself against your back, with his tensed abs pressing into your soft skin, with his hardening cock pressed against your behind. An unfamiliar heat took over, guiding your every moment – you were about to slip up, about to give in while your mind was silenced. And for the first time, you were alright with letting go, diving head-first into an adventure you had been dreaming of for days.

Sihtric’s hands found your waist, keeping you pressed to him as Finan’s warm hand cupped your cheek. You could feel their breaths teasing your skin, making you feel as if you were their sacrifice, one with the fire they were about to toss you into, leaving you trembling and aching – all because of them.

“Once you lose your honour to us, we won’t let you go again, little lady.” You scoffed at the nickname Finan used for you, a sound that was turned into a moan as Sihtric’s fingers danced down your stomach, finding their way to your pulsing bundle. The moan that clawed through you had nothing human-like to it, torn between a warrior’s cry and an animalistic growl. A sound so sinful, you felt both men chuckle; a chuckle of victory; a chuckle of excitement.

Tonight you were theirs. Tonight you wouldn’t break free from their grasp. Not tonight.

“Oh, gods.” The words clawed through you as Sihtric’s fingers began to move in circular motions, rubbing your bundle of nerves just enough to make the hairs at the back of your neck rise. It felt as if you were trapped by some kind of spell, chaining you to these two men who explored your body with their lips. Finan’s beard scratched your skin as he kissed your throat, dipping his head down to find your hardening nipples, all while Sihtric’s teeth teased the spot where your shoulder met your neck.

“No gods will answer your prayers tonight, pretty lady. For now, you’re ours to play with.” Sihtric’s raspy words were about to push you over the edge, chasing your release without feeling either one of them buried deep inside of you yet. You were desperate for more, torn between different sensations that left you trembling and aching for more.

“I want you, please.” It was pathetic almost how needy you were, too far in to pick up on the sly grin tugging on Finan’s lips, wordlessly communicating with Sihtric.

“How do you want us?” Finan’s lips teased yours, not kissing you fully, as if he was giving you a chance to pull away. But nothing could pull you from these two, not tonight at least. Sihtric tightened his grip on you as you kept quiet, adding more pressure to his moving fingers, toying with your pulsing bundle.

“Speak when you’re asked to, don’t play any games.” You choked on your gasps at Sihtric’s demanding command, leaving you shuddering between them.

“Both of you, I don’t care how, I just need you.” Within moments you were shifted around, pressed down on a nearby stone to balance your body as Finan positioned himself behind you. You were close to passing out, letting your racing heart guide you as your glassy eyes wandered down Sihtric’s muscular front, straight to his twitching cock. The Dane positioned himself in front of you, fingers pulling your hair together to draw your mouth closer to him.

“Who are we to deny a pretty lady’s wish, huh?” Finan pushed into you without another warning, tearing another moan from you that was silenced by Sihtric’s cock. Your mouth engulfed him, lips wrapped around his tip to suck on him. His taste stuck to your tongue, a taste you’d forever remember, just like the feeling of Finan finally fucking you. The Irishman didn’t grant you any mercy, he fucked you as if the Devil himself was chasing him, a sensation so strong your walls kept fluttering around him.

“What a devilish mouth for such a sweet seer.” Sihtric’s praises shot shudders down your spine and drew sounds from you that vibrated on his cock as he pushed further down your throat. You were close to seeing stars, close to letting the darkness that called your name swallow you. Tonight you didn’t care about what may happen to you. Tonight you didn’t care about losing yourself to these two handsome warriors. Tonight you were simply theirs.

“You feel divine, lady.” Finan groaned his words as he fucked you even deeper, pressed down on the cold stone that would surely leave its marks on your body. This night would leave its bruises on you, bruises you’d forever remember, while silently hoping that they’d leave some more on your body in the upcoming days and weeks.

Tears ran down your warm cheeks, tears of desperation and lust, drawn from your eyes by the feeling of Sihtric’s cock nudging your throat, by the feeling of Finan’s calloused fingertips rubbing your overstimulated bundle, pushing you over the edge within moments.

Finan fucked you through your high as Sihtric groaned your name, painting your tongue and cheeks white with his release. You didn’t dare break eye contact with the handsome Dane as you swallowed, not even as you felt Finan stain your behind with his cum. It was a moment so intimate that you were sure neither Finan nor Sihtric could ever forget about it, just like you.

The three of you were heavily panting as silence wrapped itself around you, drawing a laugh out of you as you rose back to your feet. You couldn’t help but shake your head as you studied the two for another moment, trying to accept what had just happened.

“What’s so funny, lady?” Finan pulled you against his broad chest, grinning in success as you clung to him, wordlessly telling the two that you weren’t planning on running anytime soon.

“I’m just happy, I think.” Your eyes wandered towards Sihtric, grinning at the man who looked at you as if you had hung up the stars in the sky yourself, a true masterpiece only a few were fortunate enough to take in.

“We won’t let you go again, we stay true to our words.” As much as you wanted to give in, to let this dream suck you into its grasp for some more moments, you couldn’t, breaking out of your hazy trance. Carefully you stepped away from Finan to sink back into the cold water, cleaning yourself for one last time that evening.

“Don’t make any promises, Irishman. You don’t know what’s coming upon us, it will be cruel, guided by my sister’s hands.”

The clang of weapons and the wild shouts from the crowd echoed off the walls of Dunholm, deafening you with the force of a thunderstorm. You had always been certain of the foolishness and recklessness of men, yet they continued to surprise you.

Your decision to serve Ragnar was based on his ability to listen and consider matters without letting emotions cloud his judgement—a rare trait among men. But this time was different.

Your eyes shifted, catching a glimpse of Skade at the far end of the square. How had you missed it? Distracted by a fuzzy haze of love and admiration, you hadn't noticed the spider spinning its web behind you, the viper weaving its venom into the hearts of men. Now, you were forced to watch as arrogance and false pride shattered the fragile peace you had so carefully helped to nurture.

"Are you satisfied? Do you really think this will bring you anything?" you hissed into Skade's ear.

"I’ve won, little sister. I always win, whatever it takes. There’s no turning back. Uhtred is mine. He will come to rule all Danes and Saxons; he’s been born to lead. I’ve seen that. And I'll rise with him. He's bound to me, and there's nothing you can do about it," she whispered back, her words slicing through you like the sharpest knife, reopening old wounds you had struggled to heal.

“This is no game, Skade. Stop this madness. You’ve gone too far. You took a life that wasn’t yours to claim, just to replace her. This will have consequences, and you know it. Release him and stay here with me. Please, sister,” you pleaded, knowing deep down it was likely futile, but you had to try.

There was a subtle shuffle of feet before your sister finally turned to face you. Your pleading gaze met her icy stare, the chill from her eyes almost freezing your words in midair.

“Did you enjoy the company of those two fools, calling themselves warriors?” she asked coldly, her chin lifting slightly as she tilted her head to the right, scrutinising you through her long lashes. “Tell those two hounds to stay behind, or if they're foolish enough to follow their master, tell them not to interfere with me. You know better than anyone what happens to those who get in my way.”

You couldn’t remember how you got home, the sound of the door, shutting behind you with a loud thud as you slammed your back against the gnarled wood, startling you. You slid down the door to the floor, elbows on your knees, cradling your head in your hands.

Sobs wracked your body, starting quietly and gradually becoming louder and uncontrollable, until you threw back your head, releasing a loud, desperate cry that tore through you. Yes, you knew all too well what happened when someone interfered with your sister. You knew the agony of feeling like your heart was being ripped from your chest, leaving a wound that wouldn't heal, a wound that lingered for years.

She had taken everything from you once, and without a moment’s hesitation, she would do it again. Of that, you were certain.

"Come with us," Finan urged, his large, rough palm reaching out for yours while his thumb gently traced circles on your skin.

"We will care for you, protect you," Sihtric added, his two-coloured eyes searching for yours, but you stubbornly refused to meet his gaze. You pulled your hands away from Finan’s gentle grip and, needing something to occupy them, began nervously adjusting and straightening your clothes. You shook your head, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes.

"Stay here, both of you, stay with me," you countered, finally lifting your head, your eyes pleading as they moved between Sihtric and Finan.

Silence stretching between you, Finan stepped forward first. He enveloped you in a strong embrace, his arms a fortress that for a brief moment, warded off what was about to come. As he pulled back, his hands cupped your face, and he leaned in to place a tender, lingering kiss on your lips

Sihtric, his expression a complex tapestry of regret and resolve, moved closer. His farewell was quieter, more restrained, as if he feared that any show of passion might crumble his resolve. He took your hands in his, holding them between you both, his gaze finally locking with yours. Slowly, he brought your hands to his lips, kissing them softly, his breath warm against your skin.

Words were superfluous; everything that needed to be said shimmered in the air around you, poignant and bittersweet.

“Be careful. Don’t underestimate my sister,” you finally broke the silence, “She can turn Uhtred against you.”

You saw the disbelief in their eyes and sighed deeply. “You have no idea of what she is capable of. This is just the beginning.”

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lionneee · 14 days ago

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Sweet Osferth

English is not my first language, please be kind.

Osferth x found!reader

•Warnings: piv•

“So we’ll reach the village in the morning, eh?” Finan laughed, the ale still running in his body.

“Yes, so we can bring her back home.” Uhtred said as she looked back at the tent where you were sleeping. “I don’t know what came through her head. She’s lucky we found her. Wandering through the woods at night…” Uhtred sighed and shook her head.

“Osferth! Oh, Lord —“ You moaned as you clenched your hands around the furs beneath you, your face red and hot, your core aching as Osferth kept pounding mercilessly inside you from behind.

“She’s fine. She’s safe now.” Sihtric said. “And she’s kinda funny. We talked during the day.”

Osferth looked down at his soup as his friends talked.

“I’m happy she’s bringing us to a village.” Finan said with a big smile. “Women, and ale!”

“And prayers.” Osferth said, smiling shyly.

“Maybe you’ll finally hump some girl, eh Osferth?” Finan laughed loudly as Osferth's cheeks burned at his words.

“Come on, Finan…” He scoffed as he looked away.

“What? Maybe you’ll learn something! How to properly satisfy a woman!” Finan laughed, followed by Sihtric. Uhtred simply smirked and looked at Osferth, amused by his embarrassment.

Osferth slipped a hand between their bodies, quickly finding her bud, flickering his fingers against it, making you arch your back. He was panting loudly, he let out low hums of pleasure and shy moans.

“Oh — Osferth — N-not there-“ You panted as you whined. For a baby monk, Osferth knew perfectly how to play with your body, he had made you come already two times with a surprising ease.

“No -“ He said. “I know this is the place.” He kept moving his fingers against your clit. “I know this is good -“

“I would know how to please a woman.” Osferth mumbled, making Uhtred laugh out loud as Finan made a strange face.

“Do you?” Uhtred asked curiously.

“We… we study the human body as we train-“

“Trained? You get trained to pray?” Sihtric looked at Osferth, surprised and amused.

“You’re being too loud.” He panted. “They’re gonna hear us.”

“O-Osferth, I can’t — Ah!” Osferth quickly moved forward and covered your mouth before you would almost scream in pleasure. Osferth let out a low moan in your ear, pulling back quickly and grabbing your arm to make you turn.

“I- I am- Coming —“ He panted heavily as he wrapped his hand around his cock.

You sat in your haunches as Osferth kneeled in front of you, pumping his cock quickly until he let out another low moan, his body shuddering as his hips jerked forward, springs of white cum painting your skin and breasts.

Osferth rolled his eyes and got up, putting down his bowl of soup.

“I’ll go rest.” He said as he walked away from the fire.

Finan and Osferth looked at each other with a smirk.

“So it looks like his studies were indeed useful.” Uhtred said, noticing his companions’ smirks.

“Yeah, we all heard them last night.” Sihtric laughed. “Maybe you’ll ask him for some advice, eh Finan?”

They all laughed soundly.

“The baby monk is not a virgin anymore.” Finan laughed before taking a sip of his ale.

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pyschosoda · 22 days ago

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Caught Staring

feat - Osferth, Finan, Uhtred, Sihtric

In which Uhtred and his pretty boys are caught staring at the woman their heart desires

a/n: my first post finally!!! I decided to start small in order to get the feel of writing for these characters! likes and reblogs are appreciated!!

“I can feel you staring at me…”

You watch the timid monk stiffen and look away from your peripheral. You often noticed Osferth’s eyes were drawn towards you when in the same room. You didn’t mind, of course; it was quite cute, so you never felt the need to call him out on it, but the poor boy looked as if he was about to explode if you didn’t speak up soon.

“Ah…apologies… I don’t mean to stare." His eyes involuntarily straying back towards you for a moment before he forced his gaze to the wooden floorboards beneath his feet.

“Have I got something on my face?” You tear your gaze from the arrow you had been crafting, now trailing over the anxious-looking monk. “Or perhaps my hair is askew?” A smile curls its way onto your lips as you watch Osferth shake his head at your teasing, his eyes flickering up to your face before dropping back down as if he couldn’t decide if he wanted to meet your gaze.

"N…n-no, my lady, you-“

"I’m teasing you, Osferth,” you cut him off, not wanting him to embarrass himself further, his own lips curling into a smile as his eyes finally decided that he did want to meet your gaze.

“Oh…” His voice is barely above a whisper. “Right…”

The two of you fall into a comfortable silence as your attention is drawn back to what you were doing before.

and again, Osferth is staring.

He watches as your hands craft arrow after arrow as if it were nothing more than muscle memory.

From the corner of your eye, you notice Osferth fidgeting again, unsure if he should leave or try to start another conversation with you.

“Come, sit,” you break the silence, making the decision for him as you offer him the seat across from you. “I’ll show you how to make an arrow.”

“I can feel you staring at me.”

Your voice cuts through the loud ale house, but Finan seemed to hear you just fine from where he was standing, slumped against the wall next to where you sat.

“What? Now I’m not allowed to look at ya?" He scoffs, bringing the mug to his lips.

“First ya take my seat, and now ya won’t even let me look at ya?" He jests, shaking his head as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.

Your eyes roll at his words, unable to hide the smile Finan seemed to always bring to your lips.

“I’m going to get us some more ale,” you state with a laugh, plucking the mug from his hands as you stand up and make your way to the barmaid behind the counter.

Of course, once you left, Finan reclaimed his stolen seat. You opened your mouth to protest, but before you’re able to get a word out, he’s pulling you into his lap, the ale in the mugs sloshing around, coating your hands in the sticky liquid.

“Finan!” you scold. “I’m covered in ale now, you bastard!”

He shushes you as he takes one of the filled mugs from your hands. “I’ll help you clean it off later; just sit still and let me enjoy a nice cup of ale with a pretty girl on my lap.”

“I can feel you staring at me,”

A grin stretches it’s way onto Uhtred’s face as he tore another piece of chicken from the bone, his eyes flickering down to the meat as he slips it into his mouth before his gaze moves back to yours.

“Am I not allowed to look at my woman anymore?” He said in his usual smug tone that only added to his charm.

“There’s a difference between looking and staring,” you say with false annoyance lacing between your words.

This, of course, only makes him more smug, causing laughter to bubble up past his lips as he continues to enjoy his meal.

“I can’t help that you look so beautiful tonight." Uhtred shrugs, looking back down at his plate as he finishes his food.

“I look the same as I always do,” you argue, standing up to put away the plates.

As you walk by, Uhtred catches your waist with his hand. He leans back in his chair, his thumb gently moving back and forth, tracing the skin beneath your clothes.

“That doesn’t make you any less beautiful to me." His voice was softer than before; the smugness was gone as he gazed up at you.

“Sit, I would like to enjoy this moment with you a little longer." He releases your waist at the request, and you obliged, of course. Who are you to deny Lord Uhtred such a simple request? A request that ended up leading you right into his bed.

“I can feel you staring at me.”

You pull your hands from the cold water of the river, giving Sihtric your full attention. It was hard to believe he was the warrior that people said he was because every time you got a look at him, he looked more like a puppy than a man to you, much like he did now, staring at you with wide eyes, shifting in the place he stood as he worked up the courage to speak more than his usual two words to you.

“I wasn’t staring." His voice was light, almost light enough to be carried away in the wind, but you heard him. You always did.

“No?” you hummed, turning your attention back to the wet dress in your hand. “Just happened to be strolling by the river, looking in my direction then?”

There was a pause; for a moment, the only sound you heard was the sound of the river as you used it to wash your clothes.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone." Sihtric spoke up, changing the subject. It seemed he’d rather focus on you in this moment.

“I’m not alone,” you replied, squeezing the water from the dress you were cleaning. “You’re here.” You look back at him from over your shoulder, smiling at the sight of him moving his gaze down to his feet.

“Will you come and make yourself useful, or are you just going to stand there and stare at me?” Your invitation seems to break the barrier between you two, the leaves crunching beneath his feet getting louder as he gets closer.

“I was not staring,” he mumbles, taking one of the dirty pieces of clothing from her basket and dipping it into the river.

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tlkfaerie · 1 year ago

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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.

BONUS: ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

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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whitedarkmoonflower · 1 month ago

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🥵🥵🥵 exactly what I needed (for research 😅)

Fandom: The Last Kingdom

Series: Danger Days Masterlist

Pairing: Finan/Sihtric

Rating: E

Words: 3,063

Warnings: aftermath of battle. battle rage. beserkr. dom/sub. hair pulling. tears. oral sex. face fucking. minimal prep. anal fingering. anal sex. rough sex. choking. coming untouched. outdoor sex.

Summary: Finan had seen Sihtric behave like this before, in the aftermath of battles in the past. Uhtred had called it battle rage, the one time Finan had asked him after watching the Lord calm the younger warrior. It was a special trance that some warriors could achieve, it marked Sihtric as a Beserkr, the most fearsome of warriors among the Danes and their kin, but sometimes coming down from that state was hard. It left an itching under the skin that could only be scratched by more fighting, or fucking, until all energy was spent and exhaustion set in.

When Finan went looking for Sihtric after the battle had ended, and he had been dismissed by Uhtred, he found the Dane pacing, stalking back and forth like a caged predator, hands clenching and unclenching at his side. As Finan watched he could see the aborted movements towards drawing a weapon and the forced relaxation, the deep breaths that did nothing to calm whatever was whirling through his lover's mind.

This had been the hardest battle they had ever fought in together, their forces had been outnumbered and if Lord Sigbriht hadn't arrived when they did to attack the Danish line from the back they might not have come out the victors. It had been long and brutal and Sihtric was coated in blood, his hair was wet with it and stuck to his forehead. The shaved sides and all down his jawline and neck was smeared with red like he had tried to clean himself up and failed. It was hard to see blood on black leather but Finan could see the wet shine on his armour and the dampness on the tunic underneath as he got closer and he could make out the blood coating Sihtric's hands. Finan was willing to bet it was caked under in his nails and would require a good scrubbing to get it all off.

He was looking forward to helping Sihtric with getting clean, and being scrubbed clean himself, but first he had to try and settle whatever beast lurked under his lover's skin.

Finan approached Sihtric cautiously which proved to be the smart move as Sihtric startled when a twig snapped under Finan boot and his fight or flight instinct was triggered. He had his axe in hand before Finan could even blink and he bared his teeth in a snarl.

Finan threw his hands up to show he was unarmed. "Oi! It's just me!" He watched as recognition bleed into Sihtric's eyes and the coiled readiness left his body and he slipped his axe back onto his belt with trembling fingers and a mumbled apology.

Finan reached out and cupped the side of Sihtric's face in one hand, trying to sooth some of the tension he could still see. "What's wrong?"

Sihtric shrugged, an attempt at nonchalance that Finan could see right through. "You just startled me, I'm fine." A clear lie, Sihtric did not startle easily and he wouldn't meet Finan eyes and most tellingly was how restless he was, he shifted, foot to foot, restless.

Finan brought his other hand up to cup the other side of Sihtric's face and forced the younger man to meet his eyes. "You're not fine. What do you need?"

Sihtric stared back at him, silent with a searching look on his face, whatever he was looking for Finan wasn't sure but he must have found it as he finally, finally relaxed and leant forward to rest his head on Finan's shoulder, not caring about who might see them. "Need to get out of my head… not think." His voice was muffled but Finan could hear the desperate edge, could feel how his body still trembled softly.

Finan had seen Sihtric behave like this before, in the aftermath of battles in the past. Uhtred had called it battle rage, the one time Finan had asked him after watching the Lord calm the younger warrior. It was a special trance that some warriors could achieve, it marked Sihtric as a Beserkr, the most fearsome of warriors among the Danes and their kin, but sometimes coming down from that state was hard. It left an itching under the skin that could only be scratched by more fighting, or fucking, until all energy was spent and exhaustion set in.

He had an idea, a way for him to help clear Sihtric's head and use up his remaining energy. "Do you trust me?"

"With my life." Sihtric responded immediately, there was absolutely no hesitation and it made Finan smile and drop a kiss to the side of Sihtric's head, not caring about the taste of blood and dirt under his lips.

Finan ran a hand up the back of Sihtric's head, through the wet strands of his hair until he could grab a handful and yanked his head back, hard, making Sihtric gasp with pain. He knew Sihtric liked having his hair pulled but Finan had never been this rough about it before. Sihtric's mouth dropped open and his eyes went heated, Finan watching as his pupils got bigger until only the tiniest ring of colour remained, blue indistinguishable from brown.

"Come on" Finan released him abruptly, making Sihtric stumble before he rushed to follow after the retreating Irishman.

Finan led them through the trees, away from the remnants of the battle and where no one would be able to see them. It was one thing to fuck Sihtric in camp when it was just Uhtred's inner circle, the Lord and Osferth not giving two shits about what their companions got up to or where, but Finan had no intention of letting anyone else see what Sihtric looked like when he took Finan cock. When he begged and whined and squirmed as he was split open and fucked until he screamed.

Once Finan deemed them far enough away to not get interrupted he forced Sihtric to his knees. He grabbed Sihtric by the face, hooked two fingers into his parted lips and pulled him down by the jaw until his knees hit the dirt. Sihtric didn't resist or try to pull away and Finan bit back a groan at the sight, as Sihtric's whole body trembled and he groaned before he wrapped his lips around Finan's fingers, completely uncaring of their own blood and dirt covered state, and sucked, hard, cheek hollowing. Finan couldn't hold back the groan this time, as the wet heat of Sihtric's mouth sucked on his fingers like he would his cock, his tongue slipping along their length and the gentlest application of teeth.

He had always thought Sihtric would take well to a rougher hand in bed but to see it in front of his eyes was incredibly arousing and the front of his trousers tightened as his cock got fully on board.

Finan made Sihtric suck his fingers first, fucking them in and out on his mouth until Sihtric was whining and his mismatched eyes were wet with unshed tears. He had saliva drooling out of the side of his mouth and he had never looked so fucking beautiful. Finan cock throbbed in his trousers and he couldn't resist palming himself over the fabric, trying to relieve some of the ache.

Finan pulled his fingers free and fumbled with his armour until he could loosen it enough to pull over his head and toss it to the ground, then Sihtric helped him get his tunic off and his trouser open and pulled his cock out. He batted Sihtric's hands away from his cock when the younger man reached for it and waited for Sihtric to settle back, hands on his thighs, before Finan cupped the back of his head in both hands. "If you need me to stop, tap my hip twice okay?"

"Yes please." Sihtric's eyes were hazy but he nodded to emphasize his words and licked his lips before opening his mouth wide and letting his tongue hang out.

Finan wrapped a hand around his cock and guided it against Sihtric's pink lips, he rubbed the wet, leaking tip across Sihtric's lower lip, leaving a wet shine of precome behind before he slipped it between those enticing lips and slapped it against his tongue, teasing them both before he fed it inch by inch into Sihtric's waiting mouth.

Once he was pressed into the hilt and the tip of his cock rested in Sihtric throat he released his cock and threaded his fingers into his curls and waited.

Sihtric let out a muffled whine, desperate and needy, and swallowed around the head of Finan cock. The feeling of that tight channel enveloping him and the feel of Sihtric's fingers digging into the back of his thigh the signal Finan needed to start moving.

He started slowly, in and out, each time pressing harder and faster into Sihtric's mouth. It was wet and hot and he groaned, deep and hoarse at the feeling of his cock sliding against Sihtric's tongue. Soon he was thrusting into that perfect mouth with enough vigour that his balls slapped against Sihtric's chin each time he bottomed out. He made soft choking noises each time Finan cock pushed into his throat but he didn't tap out, not until he had tears running down his face, the kohl he lined his eyes with before battle leaving gray streaks down his cheeks.

When Finan felt the tap on his hip he pulled his cock from Sihtric's mouth, a long line of saliva connecting the head of his cock to Sihtric lips. He broke the line with a thumb, which he fed back into Sihtric's mouth before he used his other hand to clean the tears from his face "Good?"

Sihtric blinked slowly up at him, eyes dark and unfocused, and he whined while nodding his head enthusiastically.

Finan smiled down at his lover. "Be a good boy for me and take your clothes off." He ordered and Sihtric was quick to obey, the Dane never one to push back or play the brat during their previous bedroom games.

Once naked Finan laid Sihtric out on the ground, a soft, dark green patch of grass and clover and crawled between his thighs. He pressed open mouthed kisses up his toned stomach and chest until he could take his mouth in a kiss, devouring and hungry with lust. They pressed together, Finan grinding down and swallowing the moans he pulled from Sihtric's throat as their trapped cocks slid wetly against each other.

They traded kisses for several long minutes, until they were both panting into each other's mouths and Finan had to pull away before he spilled and ended their fun too soon.

Finan knelt between Sihtric's sprawled legs and looked his fill at his boy as he got himself back under control. Sihtric whole body was quivering and he was slick with sweat, his muscles glistening in the sunlight that filtered through the trees. He was flushed pink down to his chest and his cock was weeping onto the cut muscles on his abdomen.

Finan ran his hands along Sihtric's calves until he could hook his hands under the younger man's knees and he pressed Sihtric legs back. "Hold these up for me okay luv?" Sihtric's flexibility was pushed to the max as he pulled his legs back even further and his knees touched his shoulders and he was put on display obscenely.

Finan ran his thumb over the pink furl of Sihtric's rim causing Sihtric to whine and squirm, pushing himself back against the press of Finan's touch. Finan slapped the curve of his arse hard enough for a pink handprint to appear "Be good, stay still."

Sihtric settled down and Finan looked and touched his lover's most intimate places, slow and worshipful. His fingers travelled over up over the silky softness of his balls and brushed fleetingly along the wet length of his cock, the touch pulling a breathy groan out of Sihtric throat. He alternated between feather soft touches and firmer strokes, teasing, trying to work Sihtric up into a state of mindlessness, then he racked his nails from hip to knees, leaving raised pink welts behind. The pleasure-pain made Sihtric moan and his chest heaved with each panting breath.

"Please!" Sigtric begged him, voice hoarse and breathless. "Please Finan, fuck me!"

How could Finan ignore such a desperate plea. He pressed his thumb back against Sihtric's rim and pushed until it popped past the ring of muscles and sank smoothly down to the knuckle. He was still lose and slick from the fast, dirty fuck they snuck in before the battle started and it helped ease the way.

He ignored the protesting whine Sihtric let out when he pulled his thumb out of the tight clutch of his body, the noise transforming into a gasp as Finan pressed two fingers back in. He kept the teasing to a minimum and worked up to three fingers, making sure Sihtric was as prepared as possible before he pulled them free as well and he helped Sihtric roll over onto his elbows and knees. The position put Sihtric's glorious ass on display and Finan gripped one cheek to help spread him open as he used the other hand to steady his cock and lined it up with Sihtric's rim. When Finan pushed his cock into Sihtric arse they both let out desperate and needy moans, the sound ringing through the clearing. He was hot and tight around him and Finan groaned as he worked his cock into the hilt and he bottomed out, his hips pressed flush to the curve of Sihtric's arse.

Finan paused to let Sihtric have a moment to adjust and he gripped the other man by the hips and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the slope of his spine. "Ready?" He asked, barely above a whisper as he pressed another kiss to Sihtric's back, savoring the taste of sweat on his tongue.

Sihtric's response was to drop his head lower, pressing his face against his crossed hands and moaning as he pushed his arse back harder against Finan hips.

Finan laughed breathlessly as he answered the silent plea and begun to fuck Sihtric in earnest. Now was not the time for slow and gentle, that would come later, tomorrow, by the pale light of dawn as they lay curled together under the furs. Now was the time to fuck every thought out of his lovers head, to tame the beast which had raised its head at the taste of blood and battle.

It was hard and it was fast and it was loud, both men letting moans and groans spill from between their lips. Finan grabbed a handful of Sihtric's hair and pulled his head back so he could better hear the sounds his lover made. Finan had never let himself be this rough with Sihtric before, it was near animalistic. He used the hold he had in Sihtric's hair and the hold on his hip as leverage to pull him back even harder and each pleasure-pain filled moan sent a jolt of arousal straight to his cock and it throbbed.

Suddenly Finan desired nothing more than to see Sihtric's face as he fell apart on his cock and he pulled out abruptly. He ignored Sihtric's confused whine and manhandled the younger man onto his back and wrapped Sihtric's legs around his waist before he pressed back in. The new position allowed Finan to watch his face as he fucked him, allowed him to watch as Sihtric's eyes rolled into the back of his head, as his mouth fell open and he made the most beautiful sounds.

Sihtric grabbed Finan's hand and brought it to his throat. Finan groaned and he tightened his fingers and he thrust harder and faster as Sihtric's face turned rosy pink as his air was restricted. When Finan released his grip the moan that spilled from the Dane's mouth was downright sinful and he tilted his head back into the leaves, exposing his throat, all but begging for Finan's to choke him again.

Finan tightened his fingers again, tighter this time and the rhythm on his hips faltered at the effect this had on Sihtric. The younger man had his hand wrapped around his cock and he was stroking himself hard and fast. His cock was red at the head and leaking profusely. His other hand had reached down and he dug his fingers into the curve of Finan's hip and was trying to get Finan to fuck him faster.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" FInan asked as he released Sihtric's throat and leaned back, the thrusting of his hips slowing to a stop. The Dane whined, voice raspy and so desperate. Finan tsked and grabbed both of Sihtric's hands and pinned them above the younger man's head in one of his own, Sihtric's legs wrapped around his waist in response. "Naughty boy. You cum when I tell you and not a second sooner, understood?"

Sihrric whined and squirmed and begged him so sweetly "Please Fin, please fuck me-" he cut off on a moan as Finan started to fuck him again, harder and faster and he outright screamed as Finan adjusted the angle he was driving his cock into the other man at, hitting his sweet spot again and again.

"Close?"

Sihtric nodded but had been rendered speechless, he was only able to gasp out these little breathy sounds each time Finan sunk his cock in. Finan moaned and fucked him even harder.

"You can cum whenever you want." Finan gasped out as he wrapped his hand around Sihtric's throat again and watched transfixed as Sihtric's eyes rolled into the back of his head. His mouth opened on a silent scream as his cock exploded, untouched, streaking his stomach and chest with thick, white cum. He shuddered and shook and arched his back in pleasure.

Finan released the hold he had on Sihtric's throat and the sound of his gasping pleasure filled voice drove Finan over the edge and he came so hard he saw stars, he ground his hips against Sihtric's arse mindlessly as he filled him with ropes of his cum. It seemed to stretch out forever before he collapsed on the younger man and tried to get his breath back.

"Better?" He asked as he pressed a kiss to Sihtric's sweaty neck.

"Hmmm yes"

They cleaned up the best they could before they stumbled their way back to camp and made it all the way to where their tent was set up before they came across Uhtred. He took in their disheveled appearance and snorted, slapping a hand on Finans shoulder as he walked passed. "Get some sleep! We break camp at dawn."

Once inside they cleaned each other as best as they could with a bucket of cold water before they crawled under the furs and fell asleep, sated and exhausted.

#sihtric x finan #m/m

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emilyhufflepufftlk · 1 year ago

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SIHTRIC | THE LAST KINGDOM 3.04

@morosemagick @medievalfangirl @persephones-journey @solinarimoon @trenko-heart @cibs @gemini-mama @finanmoghra @synindoodles @whitedarkmoonflower @purpleskiesandroses @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @wreckersbioniceye @willowbrookesblog @shianshian4315 @magravenwrites @grumpyblackbird @itbmojojoejo @huldraausdemwald @breanime @lady-writes20 @bubblyabs @ilikeitbetterangsty @hb8301

#sihtric every episode #the last kingdom #sihtric #finan #sihtric x finan #tlk edit #tlk screens #tlk season 3

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redpool · 7 months ago

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I just want to read polyam fics for my favourite couples/ships.

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jacevelaryonswife · 6 months ago

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— My Recommendations | HOTD, TLK and Ewanverse

Throughout my years of reading I’ve come across incredible works (some even life changing) in this vast universe of wonderful writers. I brought some fic recs that I think you guys should read!

Back to the Puzzle | Ettore x fem!reader (+18 and dark content) from @missglaskin , the most canon version of Ettore I’ve ever read.

An Eye for An Eye | Aemond x fem!reader (+18 and dark content) also from @missglaskin prob my Aemond’s favorite fic.

Silver Coins | Osferth x fem!reader (+18) | from my darling @arcielee 💜 this is soo canon!Osferth and such a comfort fic.

No Pain, No Gain | PersonalTrainer! Aemond x fem!reader (+18) | from @targaryenrealnessdarling one of my favorites Modern!Aemond fics ever.

And It’s Just as Good I as I Knew it Would be | Jace Velaryon x fem!reader (+18) from my dear @astrumark 💙 such a good fic!

Three's Company | Sihtric x fem!reader x Finan | (+18) | from our Finan’s Queen content @gemini-mama 💙 this fic is mind blowing.

This Party is Boring, Wanna Leave? | Michael Gavey x fem!reader (+18) from my dear @venmondiese ugh such a serve for us Michael girlies, this story is hot and fantastic!

No Shortage of Sordid, No Protest from Me | Jacaerys x fem!reader (+18) from @sunnyhvnny this is sooo damn good! 100% slay factor.

The Sapphire Spell | Ghost!Aemond x fem!reader (+18) from @aemonds-fire such a creative and good plot 💙

+ more to be added 💙

#jacaerys velaryon #ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #jacaerys velaryon x reader #michael gavey #ettore #ettore x reader #michael gavey x reader #aemond x reader #sihtric x reader x finan #finan #sihtric #tlk #osferth #osferth x reader

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happilyhertale · 2 years ago

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Destiny is all - Osferth x female!reader, Part 1

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

Pairing: Osferth x fem!reader

Author’s note: Hey you (:

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

Word count: 2.2 k

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7