#Uthred x y/n

[hc-geralt-23]

hi love, saw you asked for scenarios so i was wondering if you could maybe write about uhtred with a really clumsy reader like he's always patching her up after she gets injured and he scolds her a lot but she's just really calm and it's whatever to her

Sure

Title: The Clumsy Love

Uhtred was a fierce warrior, feared by many. He had fought in countless battles and had scars to prove it. But there was one thing that made him feel vulnerable, and that was his love for a clumsy reader.

She was always tripping over her own feet, bumping into things, and getting herself into trouble. Uhtred would often find himself patching her up after she got injured, scolding her for being so careless.

But she was always calm, never getting upset or flustered. It was as if she accepted her clumsiness as a part of who she was.

One day, Uhtred was out hunting when he heard a loud scream. He rushed back to the camp to find his love lying on the ground, clutching her ankle.

"What happened?" Uhtred asked, kneeling down beside her.

"I tripped over a rock," she said, wincing in pain.

Uhtred sighed, shaking his head. "You need to be more careful," he scolded her, as he began to examine her ankle.

"I know," she said, smiling up at him. "But accidents happen."

Uhtred couldn't help but smile back at her. Despite her clumsiness, he loved her more than anything in the world.

As he wrapped her ankle in a bandage, he realized that her clumsiness was just a small part of who she was. She was kind, intelligent, and brave. And he wouldn't want her any other way.

From that day on, Uhtred stopped scolding her for her clumsiness. Instead, he embraced it, knowing that it was just a part of the woman he loved.

Together, they faced many challenges, but they always did it with a smile on their faces. For Uhtred, there was nothing more beautiful than the clumsy love he shared with his reader.

[happilyhertale]

🥰🥰 Glad you liked it!!! And yes… Now the boys have to hurry up 👀

Destiny is all - Osferth x female!reader, Part 5

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: 2.4 k

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Other stories of mine

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As you follow the Dane towards the camp, you steal a glance over your shoulder to see Sihtric and Uhtred disappear into the distance. Turning your gaze back ahead, you can't help but notice the Dane walking beside you. Though he stands tall, he seems almost unimpressive, his thin frame catching your eye. As your gaze falls back down, you see the sticks in your hand. You feel a little out of place. But as you step further into the camp, a stunning woman approaches you. Her beauty takes your breath away as you gaze upon her long brown locks, which are adorned with feathers, just like yours. She smiles at you, "Ah, great. We need wood," and takes the wood from you. You nod at her with a smile.

As the woman walks away from you again, you see that the Dane who "found" you is already gone. You just walk further into the camp and try not to let on. You have never seen so many Danes in one place. You can't help but let your eyes wander curiously.

Uhtred has told you before that Ubba is tall. He is probably taller than most Danes. And that he has blond hair and also a tattoo on his face. Your eyes continue to wander.

But after a while it turns out that it is not so easy to find Ubba.

As the sun begins to set, the surroundings are plunged into darkness and the presence of the blond Danes seems to fill every corner of the field of vision. It is difficult to spot a taller-than-average Dane when everyone is huddled around a fire and their figures are bathed in flickering light.

With a hopeful stride, you walk on in search of a quiet place to sit and contemplate your surroundings. You pass numerous Danes and are surprised at how many of them have gathered in this area. However, a feeling of unease creeps over you as you think about the reason for their gathering.

They are eating and drinking. Loud conversations and laughter can be heard everywhere. Some Danes are having fun with women in front of the others. But you don't let yourself be distracted, you keep walking to find a quiet spot.

As you stride through the camp, the sound of some men calling out to you fades into the background. Your determination drives you forward, unimpressed by their futile attempts to attract your attention. Only when you reach the edge of the camp do you come to a halt. In the distance, the glittering waters of the sea spread out before you. You see some of the dark silhouettes of the Danes' boats anchored on the shore.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you turn back to camp and a wave of uncertainty washes over you. Where will you spend the night? How will you get in touch with the others here? And above all: where on earth is Ubba? These questions buzz around in your head and tug at your emotions with a sense of unease.

But then a dark voice pulls you out of your thoughts, "Who are you?"

You turn around and there is a tall Dane standing in front of you. You can't tell if he's taller than the other Danes, but he's very broad, tall and blond. And he has a face tattoo. That must be Ubba.

When you remember he asked you a question.

"Alva," you say, "I am Alva"

Ubba tilts his head, "Have I seen you before, Alva?" he asks hesitantly.

You get slightly nervous, but you don't want to let it show.

"Seen, maybe... but nothing more," you try to say cheekily.

A broad grin spreads across Ubba's face, "Then.. I want you"

He takes a step towards you, but you take a step back.

"Nah," you lift your finger and grin slightly, "To keep the tension up... A woman shouldn't give in so quickly," you tell him.

He looks at you confused at first, but then he grins again, "You want tension? You can have it..." he says. You are startled for a moment as Ubba approaches you.

"Ubba... we need you," suddenly sounds from behind Ubba.

Ubba turns his head around, "Now?" he asks.

You look a little behind Ubba and see another Dane there. It could be the Dane who "found" you outside the camp. He is tall, but thin. But you are not sure. The Danes all look very similar.

Ubba just grunts, "All right..."

He turns to you again, "We'll have dinner together tonight," he says with a grin.

You just nod at him with a smile. Ubba turns and leaves.

At first you stand around a little lost. But then you notice a campfire with a few women sitting around. You sit down with the women and act as if you had never done anything else.

When Ubba suddenly reappears, you look up at him.

"You. Come with me," he says simply.

The other women look at you, but you get up with a smile and follow Ubba.

You pass some people until Ubba leads you into a tent. When you enter, you see a table with food and drinks. Some Danes are already sitting around the table and drinking. You sit down with them, but Ubba makes sure that you sit close to him. He doesn't eat much, but drinks all the more. His hand keeps trying to wander along your body. You keep biting your tongue. But fortunately Ubba keeps getting distracted by conversation. That always lets you breathe a sigh of relief.

You abstain from too many drinks because you want to keep a clear mind. You try to follow the ongoing conversations but find them rather uninteresting. The topics are mainly about past "exploits" and trivial things, with no mention of current activities. It occurs to you that maybe they don't talk about such things in the presence of women?

The evening drags on and on. And at some point Ubba is drunk as a skunk. When the other Danes have also consumed enough alcohol, they try to carry Ubba to bed. Ubba doesn't notice much anymore, but he can still call for you.

"Alva!" he calls simply and you swallow.

The Danes just leave the tent and you lie down with Ubba. You don't really dare to breathe or move. But when he just starts snoring, you feel relief spreading through you.

You are now alone in the tent and only Ubba's snoring can be heard. You turn on your side and let your gaze wander around the tent a little.

Oh, how you long for Osferth. His absence leaves a cold and lonely emptiness. The thought of a chunky, snoring Dane lying next to you is anything but comforting, for it is Osferth's warm body that you long for. The gentle rhythm of his breath on your neck and the way he wraps you in his arms in the night are but distant memories. As you contemplate the possibility of never seeing him again, tears well up in your eyes. The fear of a tragic fate that could befall you here sends panic coursing through your veins, but you try to suppress these thoughts and push them away. With a deep exhale and wiping away your tears, you try to regain your composure. Your moment of comfort is abruptly interrupted, however, when you feel Ubba's arm clasp you tightly. The suddenness of his touch startles you, but your apprehension is soon soothed by the sound of his snoring, allowing you to calm down again.

You mustn't let yourself be distracted, you think to yourself. You are here to do a job and then the boys will get you out of here.

As the night progresses, you don't exactly fall into a deep sleep. Instead, you find yourself in a slumbering state that pulls you out of consciousness again and again. As the first rays of sunlight filter through the tent, you rise quietly, careful not to wake Ubba, who is still snoring loudly.

You step outside and enjoy the peaceful surroundings as you let your eyes wander over the quiet camp. It is still early, but you can already see a couple of women sitting around a nearby campfire, and you walk over to them with a smile. As you sit down with them, you notice that they are not discussing anything particularly important, but the simple conversation is enough to fill the morning with warmth and companionship.

Nothing particularly noteworthy happens during the day, and you are content to bask in the company of the women. At one point, you watch Ubba stumble out of his tent, showing off his well-built body as he washes himself at a nearby water source. Despite his scars, you can't help but admire the strength and resilience he embodies.

But ultimately it is the company of women that catches your attention again. Even if your conversations are not particularly deep, you appreciate the sense of community and connection they convey.

As the sun sets, Ubba accompanies you back to his tent. You and Ubba were alone in the tent and you tried to keep a safe distance between you and him. But he persistently pulls you closer to him and tries to take you in his arms. Eventually you find yourself on his bed, although you try hard to keep your distance.

Desperate, you try to divert his attention by surreptitiously pouring more ale into his cup. This also seems to work at first, but only seems to increase his lust for your body in the end. His fingers run over your skin, but you playfully push them away, laughing coyly. Undeterred, you fill his cup with more ale.

"Do you know that you are one of the most seductive women who have ever lain in my bed?" he whispers in your ear.

You chuckle, "And how many women have ya told that to?"

He has to grin, "You have a naughty tongue"

He leans forward and begins to lick your neck gently. You chuckle again, but take his face in your hands. You can tell by the look in his eyes that he must have drunk enough ale already. He looks at you with a grin. You get a little nervous and don't quite know what to do. You just kiss him. You are surprised when you realise how good a kisser he is. But immediately Osferth and his soft lips come to your mind and you pull your head away. Ubba begins to let his hands wander over your body again.

Ubba grins at you, but you see that his eyes keep falling shut. You hand Ubba another mug of ale and he drinks it down almost in one go. You look at him a little surprised, but he just burps.

"I need to rest for a moment," he murmurs suddenly and leans his head back. His hands continue to wander gently over your thigh. But they become slower in their movements as Ubba slowly closes his eyes. You lie down beside him and watch him. You relax a little as you become aware of his snoring again. Then you sigh.

If this goes on, you won't learn anything really valuable. Despite the copious consumption of alcohol, Ubba is not talkative. Instead, it only makes him sleepy, which you find somewhat relieving. However, the need for information remains.

As the night drags on, you do not sleep, and your thoughts constantly wander to Osferth. You long for his company and wish you were in bed beside him rather than with Ubba. You close your eyes and try to recall an image of Osferth lying beside you to calm your mind...

Dawn brings only a minimal sense of relief from the sleepless night, but you manage to free yourself from Ubba's grip and slip quietly out of bed. This day also passes uneventfully. You also find it difficult to stay close to Ubba as he is constantly talking to other people in different places.

But towards evening, most of the group comes together. You drink extensively and eat. You kind of like that about the Danes.

Ubba approaches you again. He embraces you from behind and pulls you towards him. His arms are around your waist and he presses his face into the crook of your neck. You feel him inhale your scent.

"Tonight I will make you a very happy woman," he whispers softly in your ear.

You close your eyes, but not because it arouses you, "Yes... finally," you whisper.

Hopefully the boys will get you out before then, you think to yourself.

Ubba pulls you along and sits down with you in a group. But instead of you sitting next to him, he pulls you onto his lap. You gasp at first as you land on his lap. But he holds you tightly in his arms. His fingers caress your thighs incessantly. Indeed, the mood around you is very exuberant. There is much laughter and much drinking. You are also drinking now, but you continue to hold back.

As a voice rings out and a Dane asks, "When do we get to Winchester?"

You listen as you are about to take a sip of your ale.

For a short time no one says anything, but finally Ubba answers.

"The plan is that we will be there in a fortnight. The men from Skorpa will join us shortly before that," Ubba says dryly.

As your ears pick up the words, your breath catches in your throat in anticipation of the information to come. Feigning indifference, you nestle closer to Ubba and trace delicate patterns on his firm chest with your fingers. A mischievous grin plays around Ubba's lips as he returns your gaze, but his attention is soon diverted by the other Dane's voice.

"And how much should I pay the contact in Winchester? So that there will be fewer guards there when we arrive?" he asks.

You try to listen attentively. You drink from your ale again. Ubba begins to run his fingers over your body again. They travel up your thigh.

"Ubba?" you hear again from the Dane.

Ubba looks at him again, thinking for a moment.

"As much as necessary... as little as possible," he answers briefly and succinctly before looking at you again.

Without waiting for an answer, he looks at you. He smiles slightly, "Shall we retire?" he asks you gently. You swallow a little. But just as you are about to say something, you hear shouting.

"Fire! Fire!!! The boats!"

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[st-eve-barnes]

Sanctuary

(Osferth x fem Reader)

Summary: The night before he leaves for battle Osferth seeks comfort from you.

(Baby Monk has stolen my heart so I had to write something for him. I'm only on season 3 of TLK so this version of Osferth is mostly based on the ending of season 2)

Word count: +3100

Warning: 18+ for explicit content and language. Virgin Osferth, cock warming, seriously so much cock warming I have no idea where that came from but it's his thing now.

Comfort smut (cause apparently that's my thing), lots of fluff and cuddling. Uhtred is the best wingman. Quite a bit of angst as well, I may need to write a Part 2 ;)

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All my fics are also on AO3

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It was a quiet night in the ale house of Winchester where you served the customers. The majority of the crowd that night already went home hours ago, it was only Uthred’s men that hung around a little longer, wanting to prolong their last night before preparing for battle.

The group had settled in your little town a couple of months ago and they had quickly become your favorite regulars. Unlike some other locals they always treated you with respect, even when they had too much to drink they never forgot their manners. Both Finan and Sihtric as well as Uhtred had jumped in numerous times to help you deal with rude or too handsy drunken assholes and you had come to respect their group not only for their strength as warriors but mostly for their kindness. Having them around made you feel safer.

You were cleaning up behind the counter when Uthred came to you.

“Lady Y/N,” he leaned against the bar, greeting you with a big smile,”We will be out in a little while, I am sorry for keeping you here so late tonight.”

“That’s alright, I know you guys are leaving tomorrow. And I have no one waiting for me at home so…take all the time you need.”

He looked at you and shook his head,”How does a lady like you have no one waiting for her at home?”

You put down the glasses you’d been cleaning and gave him a smile,”I don’t know, the men in this town are idiots.”

“They must be,” he agreed, making you smile.

“Did you come here to flatter me or was there something else you wanted to ask?”

“Actually…I did have a question for you.”

You leaned against the bar to look at him,”Ask away.”

“We are leaving for battle tomorrow.”

“Yes, I have heard. Again?” you raised your eye brows at him.

He shook his head with a small grin,”Unfortunately again.”

“What do you need?”

“It is not me,” he explained,”But my friend…your favorite baby monk.”

You couldn’t help your lips from curling up into a smile at the mention of him. “What’s with my favorite baby monk?”

“He is very anxious tonight.”

“Then maybe you shouldn’t be so hard on him all the time and show him some more compassion.”

“He does not need compassion from me, my lady, that would not benefit him.”

“And what would benefit him then?” you asked, knowing precisely where he was going with this but wanting to hear him say it.

“Maybe…he just needs someone to be soft with him, tonight.”

“Be soft with him, huh? Uthred of Bebbanborg, you’d better not be suggesting what I think you are…”

He lifted his hands in innocence,”I would never suggest such a thing, my lady. I am merely…opting that maybe you could offer him some…comfort on this difficult night.”

You rolled your eyes at him,“I’m thinking maybe you should ask someone in the house next door.”

He was quick to shake his head at your words,“That is not the kind of comfort he seeks. I think he would much prefer…someone he knows well…someone he likes.”

You stayed quiet.

“You know he has the biggest soft spot for you,” Uthred then added, putting a smile on your face.

“Yes, I do.”

“And you for him?” he asked.

You sighed and smiled softly. “Maybe, yes,” you confessed.

Uhtred smiled. “Well then, he is by the river, just outside of the castle walls, should you wish to find him. Don’t tell him I sent you.”

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You found Osferth an hour later by the river just as Uhtred said, sitting in the grass by himself, eyes fixated on the water in front of him. It was dark but still warm, the summer breeze a welcome solace after another hot summer’s day.

When you moved closer you could see he was clutching at his cross and his eyes were teary. Year heart sank.

You had come to care for the monk more than you’d ever expected over the course of the past months. The most quiet one out of Uhtred’s group with his sweet smile and innocent eyes, he had caught your attention quite early on and stole your heart just as easily. The two of you had built a friendship that involved a lot of playful flirting but neither of you ever crossed that line. You knew his group was only passing through and you had no intention of getting involved with someone who was likely going to leave soon. You had known enough heartbreak already in your short life.

But tonight you didn’t care about any of that. Looking at him now you just wanted to crawl into his lap and cuddle up to him, kiss away his sorrow and just hold him close, in your arms, where you could keep him safe. 

You carefully stepped closer.

“May I join you?” you asked, making him look up. His lips instantly curled into a smile at the sight of you and he nodded.

You sat down next to him, close enough for your knee to bump into his. Osferth didn’t seem to mind, instead of pulling back he let his leg lean into yours.

“I didn’t see you at the tavern tonight,” you stated.

“No, I…I preferred solitude over ale tonight,” he explained, looking away from you and making you hesitate.

“Maybe I should leave you to it then.”

“No!” he was quick to grab your wrist before you had a chance to move,”No, please, don’t go.”

His eyes met yours again and you could see the tears he was trying to hide from you.

“Stay, please, my lady, stay with me,” he begged quietly, keeping his hand on your arm. 

You placed your hand over his, giving him a soft smile,”I’ll stay, as long as you want, my sweet baby Monk.”

He smiled through his tears and leaned into you, letting his head fall down onto your shoulder. You didn’t hesitate to put your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into a hug. Osferth melted into you, arms wrapping around your waist, holding you tight while he buried his face into the crook of your neck. You could feel his heartbeat against yours and after a while you also felt his tears on your skin, making you hug him even tighter.

You sat like that for quite some time, just letting him cling to you while you caressed his hair and his back, trying to soothe him. 

Uhtred hadn’t been exaggerating when he said Osferth was anxious. It took him a while to stop shaking in your arms and you gave him all the time he needed.

When he finally pulled back his eyes carefully locked with yours, his hands were firmly locked on your waist, not planning on letting go any time soon.

“We leave in the morning,” he then explained.

”Yeah, Uthred told me. You’re going with them? Into battle?”

He nodded.

“You don’t have to do that, you know? You have nothing to prove, Osferth.”

”No, I know but…I want to fight, I want to help, it’s just…,” he bit his lip and shook his head,”why am I so terrified?”

You cupped his face and pressed your forehead against his.“It’s okay to be afraid, it’s normal, they should all be afraid.”

“I just…want to be useful,” he said, letting his eyes rest on yours.

“And you are not useful if you don’t fight?”

“I don’t…”

“What about me then, huh? I don’t fight, am I not useful?”

He just stared at you before a soft smile played on his lips,”How can you think that you are not? My lady…your beauty makes my life worth living. Your smile…makes me feel like I have a reason to fight, that no matter how dark it gets there is so much light here and all I have to do is…look into your eyes to find it. You light up my whole world.”

Your heart was melting and for the first time in your life you were completely lost for words.

His hands were caressing your hips and he softly nuzzled your cheek. “I’m sorry,” he then whispered shyly,”That was too much, wasn’t it?”

You smiled and leaned into his touch.”No, it wasn’t, that was…the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

You could feel him smile against your cheek and you both cuddled up to each other. You moved your fingers through his hair and Osferth sighed into it. HIs shyness disappearing a little more with every touch.

“Can I stay close to you tonight?” he then whispered into your ear.

“Yes,” you answered softly,”I’d really like that, Osferth.”

You both leaned back to look at each other. There were no more tears in his eyes now but something else, something more pressing.

“May I kiss you, my lady?” he breathed.

You nodded,”Yes, please.”

His lips found yours in a soft but needy kiss, you pulled him closer and when his tongue found yours you knew you would given him everything he wanted tonight.

You didn’t do anything more than kiss for a long time, melting into each other. His kisses were addictive and the way his hands kept caressing your back and your hair, gentle but with purpose, was only making you want him more.

“May I kiss your neck?” he asked after a while, his voice merely a whisper against your lips.

“You may kiss me everywhere you want, you don’t need to ask.”

Osferth carefully pulled you closer into his lap and you went willingly, legs on either side of him as you straddled him. He kissed your neck, soft and slow, letting his tongue trace patterns all over your skin, tasting you.

“Fuck,” you breathed,”I didn’t know monks could kiss like that.”

He smiled bashfully,”How did you expect monks to kiss then?”

“Not like that,” you breathed and bit your lip, letting your hands move through his short hair while your hips rolled against him.

It had been a while since you’d been with a man and even though you’d had a little crush on Osferth for some time now you had never imagined being with him like this. But right now, feeling his lips and feverish breath on your skin and his growing hardness between your legs, you couldn’t imagine ever thinking of anything else.

“Osferth,” you moaned his name and he bucked his hips in response.

“Is it too much, my lady? Do you need me to stop?” 

You shook your head and looked into his eyes,”No, it’s not too much. It’s…it’s not enough.”

He licked his lips while keeping his eyes on yours,“You sure?”

You nodded and moved your hips again, making his cock twitch in response.

“Give me more,” you breathed.

He kissed your lips again, hot and sloppy and with a need that matched your own. Osferth pushed your skirts up, hands finding a way underneath to cup your ass over your underwear, holding you down on his, by now fully hard, cock.

“Will you have me, my lady?” he whispered against your lips,”All of me?”

“Yes,” you breathed.

He started fumbling with his own clothing, trying to get rid of the many layers between you both. Your hand slipped into his breeches to wrap around his length and stroke him slowly, Osferth’s mouth opened in the most delicious moan.

“My lady,” he whimpered,”I need…please….oh god…”

“Have you ever laid with a woman, Osferth?” you asked.

He was quick to shake his head,”No, I have not, my lady.”

Your eyes met his and you halted your movements.

“No, don’t stop, please,” he begged.

“Osferth,” you cupped his face, forcing him to look at you,”Look at me, baby. Slow down for a second, are you sure?”

He frantically nodded his head. “My lady…I want this, I’ve wanted this for a while now…with you…I want this with you. I want you.”

HIs lips found yours in a deep kiss and any hesitations you may have felt faded. You wrapped your hand around his length again, pushed your underwear aside and guided him between your legs, Osferth was quick to move his hips, pressing his erection against your clit, making you lose focus.

You moaned into his kiss, encouraging him to do it again, dragging the tip of his cock through your folds and then teasing your entrance.

“I want to feel you,” he breathed into your mouth.

You lowered yourself down on him, taking him in inch by inch. He was bigger than you’d expected, and it took you a few moments to adjust and catch your breath.

Osferth was clinging to you, burying his face against your neck, teeth grazing your skin while he breathed hard and tried to control himself. You both stayed still, bodies wrapped around each other and his cock buried deep inside of you.

“Can we…can we just stay like this?” he then asked softly,”For a while, please.”

You nodded and hugged him close, foreheads pressed together. 

“You feel so good,” he breathed,”so warm…and so safe. I just…want to stay.”

You closed your eyes and tried to calm down your breathing. The feel of him, stretching you and filling you up was heavenly but it was more than that. It was the way he touched you, so much longing in every kiss, the desperate way he clung to you and that soft fondness in his eyes every time they locked with yours. 

You had never felt so full or so wanted in your life.

You didn’t want this moment to end, didn’t want him to leave you in the morning with the prospect of him not returning to you. The thought suddenly made your heart sink with anxiety. You clung to him harder and Osferth kissed your forehead and your jaw to finally land on your lips again, his kiss slow and unhurried.

“It’s okay, my lady,” he smiled softly into the kiss.

Both of you allowed yourselves to get lost in the moment, prolonging the inevitable and doing everything you could to make it last. You forgot how long you sat there, just kissing and coming up for air to stare into each other’s eyes, the moonlight and soft waves of the river your only companions.

After some time you both lost the fight, your hips started moving against his and Osferth was quick to join you, soft little whimpers escaping his lips as he buried his face into your neck and surrendered to his needs. 

He grabbed you and slowly pushed you down onto your back on the grass. You protested when he carefully pulled out but your protest was silenced with another kiss as he pulled down both your underwear all the way, giving him easier access. 

He slid in again with ease and then he was fucking you, slowly and thoroughly, pushing into you deeper with every snap of his hips.

You moaned his name and held him close, meeting his thrusts. His lips were back on your neck, kissing and biting as his moans grew stronger and heavier. You knew he was close.

“My lady,” he whimpered,”I can’t hold back any longer.”

You grabbed his hand and pushed it between your legs.

“Touch me, here,” you begged in a needy whisper.

“Teach me,” he breathed,”Show me what to do.”

Your hand moved over his, guiding his fingers over your clit and slowly circling it,”Just touch me…like this.”

Osferth was a quick learner, he pushed your hand aside and took over, his fingers putting the perfect pressure to make you see stars. You clenched around him and with a few more deep thrusts he filled you up and came with your name on his lips. He crashed on top of you when it was over and you wrapped both arms around him to hold him in place, close to you, his head on your chest as he listened to your racing heartbeat.

He didn’t pull out for the longest time after that, still wanting to stay inside of you, neither of you wanted to move.

You were the first to eventually speak, caressing his hair and kissing his forehead,”Osferth, we shouldn’t stay here, you need your sleep if you are to leave tomorrow.”

“No sleep…all I need is you,” he whispered against your neck.

“You can sleep in my bed, if you want,” you offered with a little smile and he reciprocated instantly, lips curling up into an eager smile as he leaned back to look at you and nodded his head. You couldn’t help but laugh,”Come on then, baby monk.”

The rest of the night was spent in your bed, but it didn’t involve lots of sleeping. Osferth made love to you twice more that night, once more fast and needy in the heat of passion and then once more slowly and relaxed afterwards, the both of you relishing every touch and every caress as if it would be the last. Because it might very well be.

You both eventually fell asleep when the sun was already starting to come up, his cock still buried deep inside of you.

You said goodbye to him a few hours later, clinging to him as he stood in your doorway. You had done what you’d set out to do that night, take his anxiety from him, only you had done it literally. Osferth was calmer that morning, evidently feeling stronger and more determined than the night before. But you were shivering in his arms, feeling weaker and uneasy, terrified to let go of him and have him disappear from your life.

Being so intimate with him last night made you realize how strong your feelings for him were and now the thought of losing him was the scariest thing in the world.

“Come back to me,” you whispered in his ear.

“I promise you, my lady,” he whispered before leaning back and giving you a reassuring smile. You pulled him into one last soft kiss before letting him go.

“Don’t make promises you can’t keep,” you then sighed and avoided his eyes. 

Osferth cupped your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb while he stared deep into your eyes.“Have some faith, my love.”

But faith wasn’t your strong suit, you were a heathen, much like Uthred. Worse even, you didn’t believe in anything, not even Valhalla, yet the following weeks you were on your knees every night praying to any God that would listen, begging them to bring your baby Monk back home to you safely.

[wackapedia]

The Lady Of Devon

Sihtric x Reader, Finan x Reader Summary: You are a daughter of the ealdorman of Devon, you bothered Uhtred to let you join his band of merry fighters, and you live the best months of your life. Warnings: none, sad times Wordcount: 1,382

“Think about it, Sihtric, you don’t have to pay a girl if she truly loves you, eh?” You gave the Dane a raised eyebrow when he asked to borrow a few coins from you. He looks down at his ale and sighs, not wanting to hear your reprimands. “If you’re refusing me, then just say it! I don’t need to hear your sermon.” He slams his tankard against the table, startling you and Finan, sitting side by side. It is clear to the both of you that Sihtric has had enough drinks for tonight, evident in his slurred tone and rude approach.

“Maybe we should sober up a bit…” Finan reaches over to retrieve the Dane’s ale, swapping it with a mug of water, “.. before we say something we regret, aye?” “No!” Sihtric keeps his ale close to his chest. “What is she even doing here?” He glares at you, tucked in a corner of the booth. “Daughter of an ealdorman who’s done nothing significant, so now you’re pretending to be a warrior so you could be lady of Devon, when all you do is flirt with me and give me unsolicited advice?!” Sihtric raises his voice, loud enough to silence half the alehouse and turn their eyes on your booth. Finan clamps the dane’s mouth under his palm, but the damage has been done. He has said what he wanted to say. “Excuse me…” You mutter under your breath as you make your way out of the crowded room while Uhtred walks in with a couple more drinks in his hand. “Check your manners, boy.” Finan points an accusing finger at the younger Dane before leaving him with his lord as the Irishman follows you out. “I’m sorry about Sihtric, he’s just drunk and frustrated…” Finan knocks at your door, hoping to comfort you. “It’s not your doing.” You try to keep your voice stable, hiding the fact that you are crying. “What he said was true anyway…” The door creaks open, and you see the Irishman’s kind eyes searching your watery ones. “Oh, y/n..” His heart breaks as he steps in, taking in your appearance. No man should ever let you cry. “What he said was mean..” “But it’s true.” You sob into his broad chest, allowing yourself to drown in his warmth. “I’ve proven myself useless to my people; I ran away from my responsibilities; and I’ve embarrassed myself in front of him!” Everything Sihtric has accused you of is true. When your younger brother was named heir, Uhtred and his men happened to be passing by your hometown. The morning after the witan, you ran away and followed (more like bothered) Uthred until he accepted. Over the course of eight months, the exiled lord of Bebbanburg and his men treated you like family. In those months, between battles, shield walls, and Coccham, you found yourself gravitating toward Sihtric, that kind and mysterious Dane who was so fierce in battle, yet so nice, gentle, and funny when he was hanging out. You were certain he has noticed how often you prefer to sit next to him, set your bed roll next to his when you’re camping, and check on him during battles. Finan thinks Sihtric should be grateful to have your attention. It’s not everyday you have a beautiful, young, and gentle lady care for you. Unfortunately, the young Dane sets his sights on that one woman from the brothel who was very obviously ripping him off all his coin, even getting into bar fights because of her. You cry yourself to sleep that night, and Finan ever so kindly stays with you, sitting on the floor and resting his head at the edge of the bed. In the morning, Finan groans at the pain shooting up his neck from sleeping in an awkward position. Sunlight beams through the open windows of the lodge, brightly illuminating the room and the empty bed. His eyes immediately darted through where your belongings were supposed to be, only to find them void of your riding boots and your bag. The Irishman rushes out of the lodge, clocking Sihtric, who was on the way up to your room. “Is she awake?” He asks, bringing a bunch of flowers, probably for you. Finan was still too angry to give him an answer, and he was in a hurry to check the stables. This time he comes across his lord Uhtred, hastily marching back to the inn. “Where is y/n?” He bellows as Finan approaches. “Her horse is gone!” Finan snaps into action and mounts his horse, beckoning it to ride fast to catch you on your way back home. The sound of distant hoofbeats startles you on your way home. You prayed that whoever was on the way would not bring danger. “Y/n!” Finan yells as soon as he sees you miles ahead in an open field. You pull your horse to a stop as the Irishman catches up. “Y/n, If I have offended you, I apologize…” Finan sighs, still catching his breath. “You have not offended me, dear Finan.” You gave him a sad smile. “I have wasted enough of my time rebelling against my family. "It’s time for me to go home.” Finan is at a loss for words. “Please extend my gratitude to Lord Uhtred,” You begin to tear up. “And to every man and woman in Coccham. I’ve never felt so at home during my brief stay there,” You try to hold down a sob. Finan wishes to unmount his horse and take you in his arms, to tell you how loved you are, and to express all the love he’s ready to give you. “I thank you, Finan. For everything.” There was pain in your eyes as you said your thanks. You forced a smile for him, and somehow it felt like a goodbye. The Irishman watches you fade east, toward your home. Maybe your father would reconsider and appoint you as heir to Devon, or maybe he’ll arrange an advantageous marriage for you, and you’ll live the rest of your days learning to love someone. He hopes you find the happiness you deserve. The happiness he was ready to give, if only you felt the same way for him. A year has passed since your departure from Coccham. Things have become awkward between two of Uhtred’s best fighters. Finan and Sihtric would often have a random lull in their conversation, as if stopping themselves from mentioning a certain ealdorman’s daughter whenever something reminded them of her. Nonetheless, both still treat each other with respect, having each other’s backs on the battlefield and looking after each other as if they were blood brothers. Uhtred watches them and figures he should just avoid asking about her in fear of sparking something distasteful in their mending relationship. The lord of Bebbanburg now feels anxious to deliver the news to his men of King Alfred’s instruction for them to visit Devon and see how the new ealdorman is managing the land. “Where ‘east’, lord?” Sihtric asks as they journey on the road. Uhtred figures he’ll wait until one of them figures out on the way, “East.” He answers. Finan already suspects where they are headed as they move closer to Devon. The gates of the stronghold creak open as their band of ten men arrive. “Welcome to Devon, Lord!” A young man descends the stairs and greets Uhtred. The young man’s eyes shift, looking into every single man’s eyes as if looking for something or someone. Uhtred dismounts from his horse and gives the young ealdorman a firm handshake. And for the first time in almost a year, someone directly refers to you. “Did my sister choose not to come with you?” Your younger brother, now the ealdorman, inquires. Uhtred, in his surprise, twists around his band of men, carefully making eye contact with Finan and then Sihtric, who were both equally giving him an unreadable look. “Isn’t she here, lord?” Sihtric questions, remembering to show respect. “Why would she be? She left to join you a year ago…” The young ealdorman raises a curious eyebrow at the king’s men. “She left us a year ago; we thought she came home!” Finan exclaims, forgetting to show respect. There was an uneasy silence in Devon’s courtyard.

[willowbrookesblog]

"I'm afraid of you."

Pairing: Sigtryggr Ivarsson x Fem!Reader Uthred's daughter and Stiorra's older sister

Notes: This is my first fic about Sigtryggr so if you notice something out of character for him or some spelling mistakes, please tell me :) I'm also lowkey highkey scared to post this because I've never truly written anything to the public 😩 but I know that by practicing my writing will slowly get better as time goes on so please give me some pointers if you want it will be greatly appricated- anywho hope you enjoy~

warnings: talk of childbirth/death but its just one line and doesn't get talked about again.

Y/n sat in silence - head resting on her hands that were interlocked under her chin starring at a book Sigtryggr asked her to read to him blankly, knowing that her sister was okay and that no one would harm her, she wasn't worried about Edward's family as she had a feeling they were going to be used as pawns or something of the sort.

She had already talked to Sigtryggr and had told him everything he had asked for in return for the security that her sister wouldn't be harmed to which he had agreed - she couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her when he had promised that he would not let anyone hurt her or her sister.

In truth, for the past few weeks she had grown quite close with him, Sigtryggr even going as far as to let her see Stiorra herself to make sure she was alright. Sigtryggr managed to figure her out - something most men couldn't do, and that terrified her. She had built walls around herself so that no one could get close to her, she didn't want to lose anyone else and he managed to make his way right into her heart and made her walls crumble to the ground while she stood watching them fall and there was nothing she could do about it.

Sigtryggr silently watched her from the opposite side of the room a small smile playing at his lips as she sighed "What is it?" Y/n turned to look at him "This is so stupid, I'm bored, tired, and hungry, and I'm tired of reading, my brain feels like it's being tortured" Y/n scoffed before pushing the book away and leaning her head on the table.

She heard Sigtryggr chuckle at her and lifted her head "What?" Sigtryggr moved to sit in front of her, handing her some bread, his fingers lightly touching hers as she grabbed it "Well then, you shall take a break. Tell me more about yourself, you said you often thought of your future, tell me about it" He asked her, only for information and totally not just him wanting to learn even more about her or anything "I want to go on a couple adventures, maybe own my own bakery, I refuse to have children so maybe have a cat or two, and then live a quiet and peaceful life," Y/n says as she looked up at him

Sigtryggr smiled at her and tilted his head "No children? why is that?" Sigtryggr asked her curiously and Y/n scoffed at the question not hesitating to answer him "I have no maternal bone in my body, when I hear a child cry I do not feel the need to comfort it instead I pray to the gods that it shuts up, and when a child falls I have no feeling to comfort them in fact i find it rather amusing." Y/n leaned back "Plus i don't want to die giving birth, it scares me" Sigtryggr nodded "that's understandable" it got quiet for a few moments before Sigtryggr got called for by someone and he excused himself, gently touching her shoulder as he went by.

Y/n sat quietly by herself, his touch set her skin on fire and she couldn't help but think of what it would feel like touching all over her body, she quickly shook her head and took a deep breath in trying to calm herself but it didn't do much to calm the heat her body was forming.

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About another two weeks had gone by and her body craved him, she wanted him more than anything and that terrified her, she didn't know it was possible to want something so much, didn't help that she would make up so many excuses just to get him to touch her, it was almost pathetic, she felt herself falling for him and she couldn't stop herself.

Similarly Sigtryggr was having the same problem, every time she asked for this or that and he let his touch linger on her, he knew that he was falling for her, but he wasn't upset by finding out he was, he was just worried about what would happen to her.

She sat down at the table back facing the door when he walked in "I'm afraid of you, afraid of the feelings that you make me have. Of how tempting it is to make excuses just to feel your touch on my skin, of lying to myself. I'm afraid of the feelings that consume my entire being when you come around, or when i think of you. I'm scared about how much I feel for you. I can't hide it anymore- I'm tired of hiding it and being afraid of you rejecting me, Of being scared of what I want" Y/n says to him as she stands up turning to face him

Sigtryggr tilts his head to the side and slowly steps forward to stand in front of her, "And what do you want?" His voice is firm but gentle "I want you" she responded almost instantly "I want you so much it scares me" Y/n said again her voice slightly quivering

Sigtryggr looked at her and nodded his head "Then you will have me, I was just about to come and tell you a deal has been made. You will come with me to Eorforwic, I will give you everything you wanted, adventures, your own bakery, cats, and a peaceful, quiet life"

Sigtryggr gently holds onto the sides of her face "If you would be willing to go with me, will you?" he asks looking in her eyes "I would happily go with you, Sigtryggr" Y/n smiles and pulls him closer to her and lays a gentle kiss on his lips.

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@valeskafics @sihtricfedaraaahvicius I'm tagging you both just because I wanna know what you guys think of this <3

[eddiemadmunson]

Saving the Baby Monk

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @hamatoanne​​ 🎉🎈🥂🍰 I love you, my dear sunshine 🌻💕💕💕 I am so happy that you are my best friend, you make me smile every day and you make my grey days much more colorful 💞💞 This is my first gift for you for this special occasion 😊😊💕🌻

Paring: Osferth x reader Word count: 4930 Warnings: this is a fluffy smut... so there is nothing triggering I think. 

You were Y/N Ragnarsdóttir. You were daughter of great Ragnar the Fearless and sister of Thyra, Young Ragnar and Uthred, but unlike your brother Ragnar or your sister Thyra, you stayed with your brother and best friend Uthred in good and bad. You were his most trusted warrior even though you were a woman. You always fought fiercely and with more courage than many men. That was the reason why you were trusted with an assignment to travel to the nearby village to stop their upcoming rebellion. It took you two weeks to settle everything down, but you were satisfied with your work. The traitors were hanging from the fortress’ walls and the rest of the villagers sworn an oath to serve Uthred as their only Lord.

You came back to Coccham only to find that your brother was gone along with his men. Surprise, surprise, Alfred needed his help and Uthred once again went to save his ungrateful ass.  You were so pissed that you missed the opportunity to go with him into a battle and get more glory for yourself. You walked into the main hall and realized that something else wasn’t right because your brother’s men were avoiding looking at you. “What is going on, what are you not telling me?” you asked but they just murmured and shifted their legs nervously. “Someone better tell me what is going on!” you shouted and looked around the room. You grabbed the nearest Dane and shouted into his face. “What the fuck are you not telling me!!!” you were furious at this point. “It’s about Osferth, my lady,” he finally said. “What is with baby monk?” you asked, anger quickly left your veins and it was replaced with fear. You became very fond of the cute religious boy. “Is he dead?” you gulped.  “No, my lady. But he was captured by the Saxons who happens to camp across the river,” he said and trembled when the anger crawled back into your eyes. “How is that possible? Why is he not with my brother and Finan and Sihtric?” you demanded answers. “He was injured in the battle and lord Uthred insisted that he stays here to recover. He went to the river to clean himself up and he was ambushed and taken to their camp,” he explained. “And when did this happen?”you growled. “Two days ago,” he whimpered when you grabbed him by the collar of his tunic. “Two days ago? And you are just sitting here doing nothing? They can be torturing him or he could be already dead! And you are sitting here on your fat asses and doing nothing?” you shouted at them in disbelieve. Sure Osferth wasn’t Dane, but he was one of Uthred’s most trusted men. “Lord Uthred told us to stay away from any trouble,” he objected and you slammed his head against the dining table. “Trouble? You call Osferth a trouble? He is Uthred’s friend, he would want you to go and save him! So get up your sorry asses and let’s go and save him!!” you shouted but they kept sitting. “I am so sorry, lady Y/N. But Lord Uthred’s final words were stay out of trouble. And there are too many men in their camp, we would be butchered, plus they would kill him if they knew how much you want him back,” he tried to reason with you.  “You are cowards, all of you. I am going to save him alone, if you are so afraid to get your swords bloody,” you snorted and made your way out of Coccham. You and your men walked through the woods until you found the Saxon camp. Unfortunately your brother’s men were right. There were too many people here. You had no chance to save Osferth with force. You had only 30 men, who were already tired from their last adventure in the rebellious village and this would really end up as a slaughter. “I am so sorry, lady Y/N. But without lord Uthred and his men we have no chance to rescue that boy,” one of your man told you. “You are right, Hvitserk. Lead the men back to Coccham, you all need to rest and visit your wives and families,” you ordered. “What about you, my lady?” he asked you, knowing you long enough to know that you are not giving up so easily. “I will get baby monk back on my own,” you smirked and his eyes almost popped out of his head. “But my lady, that’s a suicide mission, I can’t let you do that!!” he protested in low whisper.  “That’s an order, Hvitserk. Take my men and return home. If I won’t come back with Osferth in two days, assume me dead. Just tell Uthred that this was my decision and I don’t regret it,” you said firmly and Hvitserk knew better than argue with you. “As you wish my lady, but if I can say what I think about it...” “No, Hvitserk, you can’t, just go!” you said firmly and he sighed and led your man back to Coccham, already mourning you, because there was no way that you could get out of this alive. You watched your men disappear behind the horizon and watched the camp for few hours to learn how it works there. They had many men, but they didn’t seem very organized. You suddenly heard something, you noticed a Saxon woman walking alone from the camp. You acted quickly, you captured her, took off her clothes, tied her hands and legs and hide her in the woods. You quickly changed your clothes and slowly walked inside the camp. You walked slowly, with your head low but no one was giving you any attention. You quickly made it to the heart of the camp. You looked around yourself, trying to figure out where they keep their prisoners, when you heard sharp voice from one of the nearby tents. “I will ask you one more time, boy! Where the secret passages into Coccham are, how many men resides inside and is Lord Uthred present?” the man asked and you quietly walked closer to the tent.  “I won’t tell you anything, I am loyal to my lord Uthred,” Osferth said bravely, but his voice was shaking with pain and fear. You heard a loud smack and your blood boiled in your veins. “You make me sick, monk. You are God’s man but you are associating with Danes. I bet you are fucking their whorish women, our God is disgusted by you,” the man hissed and the grip on your sword tightened. “I have never been with a woman, Saxon or Dane,” Osferth protested and you raised your eyebrow. So Finan was right when he was saying that Osferth is a virgin. “Hmmm, I think you a lying, monk. Or maybe not, which woman would want you with this ugly face,” he laughed cruelly and you had enough. They were obviously alone in the tent, so you quickly sneaked inside. “Women are fighting over him, you piece of shit!” you said and hold the point of your sharp sword to his throat. “Lady Y/N,” Osferth gasped in shock and relief. “Hello, baby monk,” you grinned at him. “You can’t stay out of trouble, do you?” you smirked and focused on the man in front of you again. “What are you doing here, Heathen bitch?” he growled at you. “You are surrounded by our men, my brother Uthred offers you a deal. Give Osferth back and he will let you and your men leave unharmed,” you said firmly without hesitation. “And if I refuse?” he asked slyly. “If you refuse there will be a battle. And believe me, you will lose many men before you will run away from here screaming! I think you heard a lot of stories about Uthred and his power, you can’t beat him,” you threatened him and he was thinking for a while.  “My brother is under protection of King Alfred, do you really want to mess up with him?” you pressured him and you noticed fear in the man’s eyes. “Yes, it would be considered treason, is you attack Alfred’s most trusted warrior,” you continued and the man finally gave up. “All right bitch, you can take the useless monk and leave unharmed. You have my word,” he said and you kept your neutral face, but inside you were screaming happily. “Let’s go, baby monk,” you helped him get up and you made your way through the camp. “We need to walk quickly, Osferth. But not too quickly, that would be suspicious,” you rushed him. “I don’t understand this, my lady. I thought that lord Uthred is gone. Is he already back?” Osferth asked you confused. “No, he is not back. It’s only me and you baby monk. So move your cute ass, we will be both dead if they find out about my little lie”. His eyes almost popped out of his head. “You shouldn’t have risk your life like this for me, my lady,” he protested. “This is not really the right time or place to discuss this,” you dragged him behind you. You were almost at the end of the camp when you heard someone shouting. “There is no army in the woods, that bitch was lying!”  “Oh shit, we need to run, Osferth,” you started running, Osferth close behind you, but his injury and weariness were slowing him down. You made it to the spot where you watched the camp with Hvitserk and your men. Two horses were waiting there for you. You smiled gratefully, Hvitserk obviously believed that you will somehow manage to escape with Osferth. You quickly helped him into the saddle and you two raced towards Coccham, you got rid of your pursuers after a while since you knew the woods like a palm of your own hand and they didn’t. “We need a healer,” you yelled as soon as you were safe inside the Coccham walls. Hvitserk quickly ran for the healer and you helped Osferth dismount his horse.   “How do you feel, baby monk?” you asked him worriedly. He was paler than usually and he was shaking from all the exertion. “I am good, my lady. Thank to you. You saved me today. You risked your life for me. You shouldn’t have to do it. You shouldn’t risk your life for someone as unimportant as me,” he said sincerely with worry and adoration in his blue eyes. “Hey, listen to me, baby monk. I am in control of my own destiny. I saved you because I wanted to do it. And you are very important to me,” you said hotly and his eyes went wide. “I mean to all of us! Finan or Sihtric would never admit it but they like you a lot and they would mourn your death. And Uthred would be devastated. You are in our hearts, baby monk. And now rest, and stop this silly talk about you not being important to us!” you mumbled and left stunned Osferth alone in the hands of the healer.  One week later he was feeling much better. His wound was almost healed and he was well rested and fed. You received a letter from your brother that they are coming back very soon. He helped Alfred win the battle and he was coming back to you. You were sitting by the fireplace at your home, when Osferth visited you. “Are you all right, my lady?”  he asked you softly and sit carefully next to you. “Yes, I am happy that my brother is coming home. I don’t like it when we are parted like this,” you admitted softly. “Did I do something to upset you, my lady?” he asked you carefully and watched the flames dancing in the fire. “No, why do you think so?” you asked him confused. “You seem to avoid me lately, my lady,” he said shyly. Oh, he was right, you felt like you revealed too much of your true feelings for him and you rather avoided him. He was always talking about his God and celibacy that you assumed that he was not interested in any woman. “No, I was just really busy,” you lied and avoided looking into his sincere eyes. “I understand, my lady. Sorry to bother you, I will leave you alone,” he wanted to leave you but you caught the hem of his cloak. “Stay, Osferth. You never bother me,” you smiled kindly at him and he sat back down next to you. “I wanted to ask you for something,” he started hesitantly after few moments of peaceful quietness. “Sure, Osferth, anything,” you encouraged him. “I know that you heard that I admitted to that man in the camp, that I have never been with a woman,” he stuttered and his cheeks turned red. You simply nodded waiting for the reason why is he telling you this. “Can I ask you to not mention it in front of Finan, Sihtric or Uthred? They would tease me mercilessly for it,” he blushed even more and looked so cute that you fought the urge to squeeze his cheeks.   “Don’t worry, your “secret” is safe with me, Osferth,” you answered. “But I am afraid that they already know, no matter how many times you try to deny it,” you chuckled. “But they don’t know it for sure,” he protested weakly and a very ungodly idea crossed your mind. “Maybe you don’t have to lie to them anymore,” you suggested slowly, biting your bottom lip. “What do you mean, my lady?” he raised his eyebrow in confusion. “Lie with a woman and your problem is solved,” you winked at him and he blushed even harder. “I can’t, my lady. That’s a sin. Plus I don’t think that I would find a fine lady who would like to do it with me,” he stuttered and started sweating. “Come on Osferth, there were two ladies fighting over you just few weeks ago. You are a very good looking young man, you are a warrior now, and you are monk that makes you very exotic for ladies around here,” you smirked and watched him squirming in his seat. “And maybe this is a sin in your God’s eyes. But come on, you are killing men with your sword, I think that one more sin won’t hurt anyone,” you smiled at him slyly. “I can help you, if you let me,” you finally suggested and his mouth opened in shock. “I can’t take advantage of you, my lady,” he gulped loudly and you laughed. “Oh, baby monk, trust me, you won’t,” you licked your lips and he watched your tongue with mix of fear and fascination. You gently took his face into your hands and leaned into him. “Do you trust me, Osferth?” you asked him softly. “With my life, my lady Y/N,” he said shakily. “So, don’t run away from me,” you said and closed the gap between your lips. You kissed him softly. You gently pressed your lips against his. You could feel that he was trembling. “That’s okay, Osferth, I got you,” you whispered against his lips as you scoot closer to him. You pressed your lips against his again and you felt his large hand on your cheeks. You were afraid that he wants to push you away but he kept them there as he wanted to be sure that you won’t leave him like this. But it was not your intension. You slowly started moving your lips, urging him to do the same. He quickly followed your lead. You tongue licked his lips, silently asking him to open them for you. He hesitantly opened his mouth and you slid your tongue in, gently stroking it against his. He let out a tiny whine and you felt the wetness between your legs already forming. You playfully ended the kiss with a gentle bite into his lower lip and you enjoyed the little whimper leaving his lips. “What do you say, baby monk. Do you want me to show you more?” you asked him as you started kissing the side of his neck. “Yes, my lady,” he whispered and you smirked against his neck. “Take your clothes off,” you commanded and he gulped. “We can do it with our clothes on, but I assure you that it’s much better without it,” you teased him. “Do you want me to help you?” you smiled seductively at him and he nodded. “All right, come here!” you urged him as you started getting rid of the many layers of his clothes. You stopped when he was standing in front of you only in his undergarments. “Ok, sit on the bed,” you softly nudged him. “I think I should take this off too,” he said and took off his cross, he turned away to place it gently on the chair next to your bed. You found it silly but you didn’t comment on it. You took the opportunity and quickly slipped out of your dress. He turned around and almost passed out when you were standing there completely naked before him. He quickly averted his eyes. “Hey, it’s OK, look at me,” you gently touched his chin and made him look at your nakedness. “You are beautiful, my lady,” he said lowly, fighting with his own conscience. He wanted to look at you and at the same time he felt like he is doing something wrong. “Osferth, please, call me Y/N, just Y/N,” you begged him. “I am not sure, if I am able to do that, my lady,” he stuttered. You sighed and took his hand and led him to your bed. You pushed him down. “Please, Osferth, don’t be scared. I won’t hurt you,” you assured him when you noticed his terrified look. “I know, my lady. I trust you, my lady,” he said and you slowly sit on his lap. He gulped and he obviously didn’t know what to do with you on his lap. You gently took his face in your hands and kissed him slowly.  “I will take care of you, baby monk, don’t be afraid,” you whispered between kisses. You kept kissing him and took his hands and placed them on your body. He quickly pulled away, but you patiently repeated your action and this time his big hands stayed on your hips. “Use your hands Osferth, start exploring,” you encouraged him and he hesitantly moved his calloused palms and fingers started moving across your scarred skin. He touched your sides and when you happily sighed into the kiss, he got bolder and lightly brushed the underside of your boobs. You moaned against his lips and he almost pulled away, surprised by that sound coming from your lips. You held his hands in place and bite his bottom lip playfully as you ended the kiss. “Breasts are very sensitive part of female body, Osferth, we love to be touched there, please don’t shy away now, you are doing great,” you praised him and he smiled at you like if you were an angel speaking to him from heaven. He hesitantly covered your right breast with his large palm, and you sighed happily. “Yes, that’s it, baby monk,” driven by your praise, his next move was purely instinctive, he flipped his thumb across your nipple and you moaned loudly. “Osferth,” you rubbed yourself against him and he whined when you brushed against his cock.  “Did I hurt you, my lady?” he asked, scared that he messed up something. “No, you are doing great, keep doing that move with your thumb,” you encouraged him. He focused on his task, his fingers started playing with your hard nipples experimentally. His touches were inexperienced but it only made you more aroused. “You know, Osferth, your lips can replace your fingers,” you suggested and his blue eyes almost popped out of his head. “Excuse me, my lady?” he couldn’t believe his ears. “You heard me, just do it, it will make me very happy,” you smiled at him and he hesitantly lowered his head to your chest. “Go for it, baby monk. Lick my nipple first,” you instructed and he hesitated for a second but then his tongue licked your nipple teasingly lightly. You cursed under your breath. You knew that he wasn’t doing this intentionally, but he was killing you with this. You cradled the back of his head, keeping him close to your chest. “You are doing amazing, Osferth,” you continued with your praises. “Now take my nipple into your mouth and suck it gently, like a child when is drinking milk from its mother,” this time he obeyed you without complaints and you moaned loudly as his lips covered your nipple and sucked it into his hot mouth. Your moans filled the room and judging by his hardness you felt under you, he enjoyed it as well. He let go off your breast with wet pop and gave his attention to the other one.  “You are natural talent, baby monk,” you grinned when he started playing with your abandoned nipple with his long fingers, rolling it between them. You enjoyed his mouth and fingers for some time. “But, enough about me, this night is mainly about you,” you winked at him and rolled you over so he was on his back now. You kissed him deeply before you started kissing your way down his lean and slightly muscular body. You scratched the muscles on his chest and abdomen and he let out quiet whimpers. You stopped at his underwear as he took a sharp inhale. “I will take this off, are you still comfortable, Osferth?” you asked him and he nodded, fascinated by your every move. “I need your words!” you insisted. “Yes, my lady,” he said and you slowly slid his undergarments down his long legs, tossing them somewhere behind you without a care. His cock was already standing and begging for your attention, his tip red and dripping with pre-cum. “Oh, and you were hiding this under your cloak the whole, time? Bad boy, Osferth, very bad boy,” you groaned and watched his thick, long, beautiful cock hungrily and he didn’t know what to say to it. “I am going to touch you, Osferth, OK?” you asked him and he nodded while blushing wildly. You gently wrapped your hand around him and he jerked his hips in response. “Shhh, it’s OK, Osferth. Stay still,” you commanded and he watched you with almost painful expression as you started stroking his hard cock slowly, not putting too much pressure, afraid that he wouldn’t last very long. “Is this pleasurable?” you asked him with sly grin. “I have never felt anything like this, lady Y/N,” he said and let out aloud moan, when you played with the tip of his cock. “Oh God,” he whimpered and you chuckled. “I am afraid, that God has nothing to do with this,” you smirked and decided that you won't suck him off tonight because he wouldn't last for more than few seconds and would cum in your mouth. And you wanted him inside you. I think you are ready, baby monk,” you winked at him and straddled his hips. “What about you, my lady,” he protested and you raised your eyebrow. “I… you know… I’ve heard Finan and Sihtric talking about ladies on many occasions,” he stuttered and you waited what he means by this. “They said that woman must be… wet, so this could be pleasurable for her,” he finished his thought and bit his lip nervously. “Oh, Osferth, trust me, I am so wet for you right now, that you don’t have to do anything else to help me with it,” you winked at him. “But don’t worry, I will teach you how to make woman wet with your fingers, mouth or even words next time,” you promised and he shivered at the promise of a next time with you. You stroked his cock couple times before you slowly sank into his hard length. You moaned at the feeling of fullness and Osferth let out the sexiest whimper you have ever heard in your life. “Y/N,” he moaned you name and you smirked. “I knew you will stop calling me lady at some point,” you giggled and started gently rocking against him. You almost cum when you saw the expression of pure bliss on his pale face. “How are you feeling so far, Osferth?” you asked him and he grunted. You leaned forward and captured his lips in bruising kiss. He started acting instinctively and his hands gripped your hips, helping you moving up and down his cock. You nipples were brushing against his chest and it only added to your own pleasure. “Give me your hand,” you ordered and you sucked his long fingers into your mouth. You went back to your sitting position and you lead his fingers to your clit. “This is clitoris, Osferth, or simply a clit, if you touch me here, you will make me feel extremely good,” you continued your lesson and he eagerly did what you have suggested. “Osferth!” you moaned his name loudly when he rubbed your clit. Encouraged by your reaction he started moving his fingers more firmly against your bundle of nerves and you felt your orgasm coming quickly. You clenched around him and you smirked when he opened his mouth into perfect O. “Are you close, baby monk?” you asked him teasingly and clenched your pussy around him again. “I don’t know what you mean, but something is happening,” he panted and you smirked.  “It’s OK, Osferth, let it go?” you encouraged him. He cum inside you, his hips twitched and you could feel him throbbing inside you, his eyelids fluttered shut as he pulled you close to hold onto you, chasing that high with an almost feral sound escaping him. You cum shouting his name and fell onto his chest, breathing heavily. “You are no longer a virgin, baby monk, congratulations,” you grinned at him and he looked at you like if you were the most wonderful creature on earth. “Did you liked it?” you asked him and rolled off him and cuddled to his side. “It felt like nothing I have ever experienced, my lady,” he said shyly. “Oh, come on Osferth, stop calling me lady,” you pouted your lips at him. “I shouldn’t have stop calling you that earlier, my lady,” he blushed and you smirked. “I guess I need to do this with you more often, so you will learn how to call me just Y/N,” you teased him again. “Would you like to do this with me again?” you asked him, suddenly you were the one who was uncertain. “I would love to, lady Y/N,” he smiled shyly and pulled you into a soft, slow kiss. You made out for few moments and you felt him getting hard against your leg again. This young man needed a lot of training and you were more than willing to help him with that.  When you woke up the next morning you were snuggled beneath warm furs and Osferth was softly snoring next to you. He was usually a morning person, but you probably exhausted him. You closed your eyes, cuddled closer to him and drifted back to sleep again. “Can you believe it, Sihtric?? We ran back here, rode on our horses day and night, to save her and baby monk, and the lazy bitch is sleeping until noon,” Finan’s loud voice woke you up from your slumber. “Stop shouting, you asshole,” you groaned and noticed that he is right and you overslept. You glanced at Osferth who was still covered by the furs, scared that his friends could find him in your bed. “Oh, I am sorry, are you hangover?” he mocked you. “This place reeks of sex, Finan, not alcohol. She had a very interesting night, I would say,” Sihtric smirked and Finan laughed. But his laughter died in his throat when he noticed the cross hanging on your chair. “No, way!!” he gasped. “What is it?” Sihtric who was almost out of the door asked. “Do you see what I see?” Finan pointed at the cross and they both shared a shocked expression. “Baby monk?” Finan shouted and Osferth trembled under the furs. “Are you hiding under the furs?” Finan teased him. “I am not hiding,” Osferth defended himself. “Oh Gods, it’s really him,” Finan laughed and Osferth finally faced his friends. “You took his virginity, Y/N?” Sihtric chuckled. “No, I didn’t. He wasn’t a virgin, you two assholes. He was a very skilled lover and satisfied me perfectly. So now I would appreciate if you two would leave us alone, I wish to dress myself and go welcome my dear brother,” you kicked them out and they left with stunned faces. “Thank you for helping me, my lady Y/N,” Osferth said politely and kissed your hand lovingly making you blush. “I know that your God don’t like liars, Osferth,” you said and he nodded in confusion. “So we need to train a lot so my words about you being the skilled lover become true,” you grinned at him disappeared under the furs. Osferth’s moans filled the morning air as you gave him his first but definitely not his last blowjob. 

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Two Halves of a Whole

2. Living with You

Part 1

Alpha!Osferth x Omega!Reader

Summary: When you moved away from the town you were born in, you didn't know where to go. Soon, you found an abandoned cottage in the woods and decided to make it your own. You never expected to meet your mate, but the scent made you follow. His scent made you go after him.

During each battle all he could think about is you.

All he could focus on was victory. 

Because each one meant he would be a step closer to going back to you.

His companions knew.

They knew the next morning about what happened. They could smell the sweet scent of the handkerchief in his pocket. They could see the shine in his eyes.

They all knew.

Yet, no one said anything. All of them stayed quiet about it.

But they were extremely happy for their baby monk.

So, when during their last battle Osferth got hurt, everyone's heart sank.

The fact that not only their friend got hurt but also the fact that he now had a sweet woman waiting for him, broke their heart.

Thankfully, Osferth, much like many alphas, healed quickly, and soon, he asked to be let go. He explained to his Lord that he wanted to go and be with his mate.

Uthred, of course, understood and gave the permission for him to leave. With the reminder that He could be back at any time as he pleases. And when he has pups of his own, he will have to introduce them.

Osferth left with bandages, but his heart was longing. Longing for the sweet Omega he met.

And he couldn't wait much longer to see you.

Injury or not.

And just how beautiful you were.

His dreams did no justice to your beauty or your scent as you stood there, smiling at him before running into his arms.

He was finally there, holding you.

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You helped his wound heal, and Osferth was just so happy.

You were always so close, letting him smell you whenever he wished, his nose often found itself in your hair.

You were such a perfect Omega.

Osferth absolutely loved his new life.

Living with his Omega in this nice little comfortable cottage. 

He got used to this new life rather quickly. The chopping wood, feeding animals, and tending to a garden became his daily routine. 

You cooked, baked, fixed ripped clothes and helped him where you could.

Life with you was easy and comfortable. 

Osferth often found himself longing. Longing to be close to you in a different manner. But he knew he had to keep his beast down. The last thing he wanted was to scare you, especially since the two of you did have a lengthy conversation on mating and pups. And Osferth was a patient man.

But just because he agreed on waiting, didn't mean he wouldn't hold you close every single night. Letting you snuggle into his side as he kept both of his arms around you. 

And you adored him for it.

It made you feel safe and secure. You weren't sure just how you slept before, but you knew you would never be able to sleep alone again.

And you didn't have to.

To your surprise, Osfert was a rather good farmer. He had a lot of knowledge on herbs. He also took good care of your animals.

If you weren't in love with him before, the moment his eyes shined as he ate your cooking surely would have made you fall.

One evening, Osferth was looking around the house, trying to find you but he couldn't.

"Lady Y/N!" he yelled for what felt like the thousandth time. "OMEGA!" he ended up yelling in desperation. 

Why couldn't he find you?

Where were you?

He tried to find you using your scent but since everything around the house smelled like you, he had no luck. 

Then, he smelled it. 

"Fuck!" he said, quickly grabbing his nose in his hands, he needed to focus. He ran out of the house, finding you standing by the river, he could see you were shaking. Upon his arrival, you slowly turned.

"I don't know what's going on. I'm scared." you whispered as he still tried his best not to inhale from his nose.

"You are in heat, Love." 

Oh. That explained it. 

"Will you help me, Osferth? I'm so hot but cold at the same time."

"Don't ask me to help. I won't be able to control myself. Let's get you home." he reached out to you. 

You knew what a heat was. You had them previously but they were never this strong. Could be because this time you had your mate with you.

You two were on your way home when you suddenly stopped, making Osferth look at you.

"I didn't build a... nest." you admitted, it made you feel like you have failed.

"It's okay, you couldn't expect it to happen, we can build you one now, a nice and warm one, okay?"

You quickly nodded before following him once more.

You stood in front of your bed, looking at it, frozen as Osferth grabbed a couple blankets and some of his shirts, putting it down next to you.

You looked at the pile of clothes before starting on your nest.

You were amazed at how great it turned out.

You were led by instinct and it paid off. You then slowly moved to lay down in it, Osferth knelt down on the floor, reaching for your hand as he watched you.

He heard a lot about heat. He knew what an Omega needed when they were in one, he heard that some experienced pain and also others barely even noticed that they were in heat. You looked calm and collected, which did help to keep his inner beast down. He would hate to do something you would regret later. 

"Can you hold me? Like you always do?" you asked.

"I-In your nest, Lady?"

"Join me please." and he didn't need to be told twice. He quickly moved laying down behind you just like you asked, his arms moving around you. His nose glued to your neck, smelling you. 

He took deep breaths smelling the aroma your body left, only for him. 

But he needed to protect you.

From what? He wasn't sure. But he knew he needed to protect you because he would certainly not use your heat to breed you. He wouldn't let his mind even wonder in that direction.

You weren't ready, and frankly, he wasn't either.

Not now.

Osferth found it rather easy to keep his Alpha in check. He was afraid to lose control, but he never did. 

You were also a lot calmer than you thought you would be. But then again, there were heats in the cases of Omegas when they didn't experience it as strongly as other times. It really varied. 

And this one, was a short and less intense one. 

And you were grateful for that.

But you were even more grateful for Osferth. He stayed beside you at all times. Not letting go of you, you could only imagine how hard it was for him.

Little did you know that it wasn't as bad as he expected it to be.

And as your heat ended, you returned to your normal routine.

One evening, Osferth finally gathered his courage and asked your hand in marriage.

You knew that his God meant a lot to him, so it was no surprise that he wished to marry you.

And of course, you said yes.

You two got married in the village close to your home. You two made up a story about being runaway lovers and the priest was more than happy to wed you two. It was late at night. But he still looked like the most beautiful man in the entire world. 

He was your world.

As you watched his eyes shine in the candle light, his hair a bit longer than before, his smile never leaving his face.

You knew that he was all you ever needed.

Your perfect, protective Alpha.

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The One (Part 2)

The one where they met

Sihtric x Reader

Modern Y/N meets Uthred and his pretty boys? I'm in.

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A few days had passed and Aethelflaed, that was the name of the pink dress woman, made sure Y/N got everything she needed and more. They had actually grown close, spending time toghether and doing some work.

"You look much better" Y/N looked up from her chores at her and smiled

"I feel much better. Thank you, again for everything" She genuinely said

"I only did what everyone else would've done" Aetheflaed replied, holding Y/N's hand "Now come, let's eat"

She followed her inside where the resst of the nuns where setting the table and bringing food. 

Y/N was more than greatful of everything this group of women had done for her, but still everything felt weird and misplaced. The day she arrived she mentioned needing a phone and everyone looked at her as if she was speaking another language. She noticed they had no running water nor electricity. At first she shrugged it of thinking maybe they were some sort of Amish kind of group but that didn't feel right to her. She heard them talking about battles and danes and saxons and whatever those mean. The clothes were as if they were on a period movie, but there were no cameras around.

"Lady Aetheflead" The Abess, the older nun, greeted "Lady Y/N" Both women nodded at her even if Y/N stil didn't understand why everyone was calling her Lady. 

The Abess didn't like her at first. She called her a dane and a heathen, again, whatever that means in this times. But Y/N was sure this woman liked very few people if not anyone at all. She treated Aetheflead with the respect and admiration of a celebrity or even royalty, which confuses Y/N even more. 

The only reason she this woman hadn't kicked Y/N away yet was because apparently she remembered a pray or two from childhood and she was willing to do some chores in exchange of food and a place to rest.

The Abess and her new friend enganged on a conversation. Something about choosing to live in a place like that, but Y/N wasn't really paying any attention. She wasn't really thinking of anything, she felt calm in her mind for once in a long time and she was tired enough from all the work of the day.

"There are men in the kitchen" Said a nun and Y/N was back to reality. She knew the only men where Eatheflead guards that stood outside and this nuns knew them. They wouldn't be surprised to see them in the kitchen "Danes" She declared and that was the word that changed everything. 

"Close the doors. Move the table against it, quickly" Her friend said as they all stood up to barricade themselves. 

The nuns stood at the end of the hall while Aetheflead drew out her sword. Yes, they had swords apparently but no phones. Y/N grabbed her knife out of instinct. Someone knoecked on the door #This is God's house" Said the Abess "You live us this very moment" She stated "If you do not and you are Christian, the He will send you to the depts of hel!" Y/N snorted at this. She didn't know how to explain it but the Abess had a certain sense of humor. Aetheflead gave her a look but she could only smile a little while shrugging.

"Abess, they are Danes" A nun repeated

"Well, then, if you are heathen, He will strike you down!" 

"What if I am a Christian by birth and a Dane by my heart?" A man said casually standing on the roof of the hall "What then?"

"What the hell?" Y/N exclaimed gaining a not so good look from the nuns around her

"Uthred" Aetheflead said and the relief on her face said almost everyhing.

Once everyone calmed down the table was set again with now more food and more places for Uthred and his men.

"He is a friend" Aetheflead said to Y/N as they sat one again to eat "I'll explain everything I promise"

"I'm Osferth" Said one of the man sitting next to her with a shy smile

"Y/N" 

"Nice to meet you Y/N" He nodded and pointed at his friends "And those are Finan and Sithric" He introduce and both men looked up at her, mouths full of food already and gave her a small smile. Y/N waved at them not enterily sre what to do

"You are not from here" A blonde woman stated looking straight at her. She had braids in her hair and small tattoos in her face

"I'm not" Y/N could feel some tension rising as Uthred and everyone else started looking between them "I'm just passing by before I can go back home" She wasn't sure why but she felt the need to explain

"But you have no home now" The blonde said smiling while holding her gaze "It doesn't exist yet" Silence fell upon the entire hall at this words

Y/N froze. Something about her words made some sense after everything she saw and heard but her mind didn't want to accept it, not yet. She didn't know what to say, she had so many questions and none at the same time. She could feel the stare of the others but kept staring at this woman who jut casually went back to eating. 

"I don't like you" The Abbess said to the woman who rolled her eyes and everyone breath again. 

A few seconds passed before someone talked "Your guards are not, Lady" The man, Finan said to Aetheflead

"Not what?"

"They are not guards" The one called Shithric replied "Their are swords are trinkets"

"They are good men" She defended them

"I'm sure they are loyal. But they are not guards" 

"They are barely men" Uthred said and the Abess sighed

"I do not like you, young men" She said to him "You have a very high opinion of yourself" The old woman said and Y/N snorted, agreeing with her only to earn a small slap on her arm from Eatheflead who was smiling also

"I am heathen, I am godless and and enemy of Alfred" Uthred said staring at the Abess "What I will do is keeping you alive"

"And who is that wishes me dead" The Abess asked him

"Several people, I imagine" Finan whispered to his friends and Y/N couldn't contain her laughter anymore so she snorted even louder trying to mask it as a cough onl to gain some funny looks from Osferth, Sithric and Finan who also winked at her and she could feel her cheeks blushing.

"What Uthred is saying is that the lands are changing" Thank you Aetheflead for changing the subject and the attention "Men are become sick with greed and we must all be on our guard"

"Well, perhaps" The Abess finally said "But I do not like him" She stood up and before she left the room she pointed at the blonde woman "I like her even less"

"Nor I you, hag" the woman said which made the Abess rolled her eyes and leave and Finan laugh

"She reminds me of my mother" He said looking at Uthred "And that woman was never wrong either" making everyone laugh with him.

Once dinner was over Y/N helped clean the table and make some room in the hall for Uthred and his men, as he called them, could sleep. Y/N went to the hall in the back to a room where she knew she could find some extra furs for them. So she took them and gave some away before reaching to Osferth and the others

"So you are not a nun?" The blonde man said as she handed the furs to Finan who nodded in thanks

"I am not" She laughed "Far from it actually" She whispered to him and saw him blush "That's not what I meant" She anxiously said panicking as he was

"Then what was it that you meant, Lady?" Finan asked with a grin and she blushed again. Seriously, this man. Shitrhic watching the conversation quietly rolled his eyes.

"Why is everyone keep calling me Lady?" She asked to none in particular

"You are not a Lady?" Finan asked her and she shook her head no "So you are no Lady nor a nun. Then what are you?"

"A Dane maybe?" Osferth said

"She's too soft for a Dane" Shithric said smiling

"YOU are too soft for a Dane" She exclaimed louder than she intended earning a even wider smile from the man and some ooh's from Finan "What's a Dane again?" She turned and asked Osferth

"How come you do not know what a Dane is?" Uthred interrupted as he approach with Aetheflead at one side and the blonde woman at the other "You dress like one" She kept her clothes during her stay at the nunnery, Still she wasn't wearing anything fancy. Just some boots and dark pant and jacket. All black, like them, but still a normal outfit for her. 

"This is normal clothes" She replied pointing at her outfit

"For a Dane maybe" The blonde woman added with that weird creepy smile of hers

"Enough, Skade" Uthred said and Y/N finally heard her name "You really not know?" He turned to Y/N again who shook her head no again

"Then you are a Saxons" Osferth said

"A Saxon?" She said and he nodded "As in an english saxon?" She laughed "That's not a thing anymore"

"English saxon?" Aethefled asked and Y/N nodded not sure where the conversation was going "As in english people?" 

"Yes" Y/N said carefully "You know, english as is from England?"

"England?!" All of them gasped, except for Skade who just stared at her annoyed she wasn't getting any attention

"What do you know of England?" Her friend asked her once more

"That is a country?" She shrugged as if she was saying some obvious, but from the look on her faces she was not

"Told you she is not from here" Skade said and everyone looked at her, then something click on her mind

"Wait you mean Saxons as in Christians and Danes as in Vikings?" She asked to Uthred who nodded "Vikings from Denmark?" He nodded again "And you think I am one of them?"

"You certainly do not look very christian" Aetheflead said with a small smile  to her friend

"You think I am a Viking?" She looked at everyone and laughed, like really laughed "And I am the crazy one for asking for a phone?"

"A what now?" Finan asked clueless as the rest of them

"This is insane" She said waving her hands at them "You are all insane"

"You are the only one looking insane here" Shithric said smiling but none joined him

Y/N didn't realize until after it happened. But somehow she had walked up to him and slapped him across the face so hard everyone went silent "I'll give you insane if that's what you want" She whispered at him, both looking at each other with full rage

"Lady Y/N!" The Abess called her "We do not behave like this with our guests"

"He is no guest. He is trespassing" She said still staring at the man's eyes

"That is enough!" The old woman said "To your room. Now!"

"Y/N" Aethelfled said softly once she turned around "Go, I'll find you and we will talk" They both nodded at each other as she walked towards the door

"I like her" Finan said laughing as she made her way out of the hall.

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[targaryen-realness]

Witchling chapter 3

Title: Witchling

Pairing: Osferth x Druidess!Reader

Warnings: Canon depiction of violence, mention of slavery, wounds and scars, magic, historical innacuracy (sorry medieval Scotland is not my specialty), talk about faith and christianity. The reader is fem but there is no physical description except for the fact she is a scot from the Highlands. Spoilers for season 3 of the Last Kingdom

Summary: As they are riding away from Winchester, Osferth and Lord Uhtred’s group come across a mysterious woman. She needs help but the power within her is obvious. Captivated, Osferth hopes she will stay, but as Uhtred asks her to travel with them, he cannot help but wonder what is going on in his lord’s head.

Notes: Thank you for the support on this work so far! I hope you will enjoy this chapter! 

You dreamed of death. The cries of pain and sadness woke you up, and it took you seconds before you realised this was all in your head. You took your head in your hands trying to collect your thoughts and stop the shivers that travelled through your body.

“Are you alright lady?”

It was Finan and his comforting irish accent that was approaching you. You looked up and found him carrying some bread. 

“Had a rough sleep?”

You nodded, simply accepting the food. You did not know if you should tell the truth. Someone had died or was going to die. You knew it. You felt it. The intense pain and  fear. The cries of life and death. 

“It’s okay. It’s time to get up anyway.”

You understood immediately the reason for your dream. People will die today. You did not approach the top of the wall before Uhtred screamed at you:

You understood immediately the reason for your dream. People will die today. You did not approach the top of the wall before Uhtred screamed at you:

You understood immediately the reason for your dream. People will die today. You did not approach the top of the wall before Uhtred screamed at you:

“Osferth and you, open the door! Finan, come with me!”

Everything was in shambles as you heard the king behind you. You saw Osferth for the first time since last night and tried to avoid his gaze as much as possible as you made your way to the door. 

“Let me do it, go somewhere you’ll be safe,” he said. 

You frowned, taken aback by his words. You had known greetings that where more welcoming during your years as a slave. 

“We are just opening a door. I think I’ll be fine” you answered with as much pettiness as you could. You did not wait to see his reaction simply grabbing one of the doors and hoping he would do the same on the other side. You were now as close to the danes as you could without being outside the walls. You could hear the cries of terror from the women and children and it made you bite your lip hard, so much you could taste blood. You hated this, death and pain. The way men always choose to abuse the one that could not fend for themselves. You had seen first hand, you had been one. 

“They are killing them” you whispered hoping no one could hear. 

“They have women and children my lord”, shouted Osferth. 

“The gates!” screamed Uhtred 

You put yourself in action and opened the gates for the lord and his witch to pass. For a brief moment, your gaze met the one of the blond woman, and you thought you could see the hint of a smile on her face. You watched half hidden behind a guard as the lord negotiated with the dane called Blood hair. His energy, his aura, was as poisoned as Uthred’s. His curse, though, seemed to run deeper. It was now one with his bones, his blood, his very soul. When Uhtred punched the witch in the stomach and she fell down you cringed. You wanted to turn around and leave, not to have to look at this, but you could not. That was until you saw him. Your blood froze and your stomach turned. You could have thrown up on the spot if it wasn’t for the lack of things in your stomach. 

“Y/n? Are you okay?”,you heard a voice but was unable to distinguish anything. Because in front of you, behind Sigurd, was Gorn. He looked exactly the same as the last time you saw him. Still as tall and terrifying. You could not move but thankfully you were well hidden behind the guard. Him seeing you would probably kill you on the spot. You felt arms shaking you and as if you just had fainted and regained consciousness you emerged from the fog of your own mind. Osferth looked worried and he was holding you close to his tall and lean body. 

“He is here” you simply said, scared to say more. 

He did not seem to understand but kept you close, shielding you from the view of others. 

“It’s okay”, he said, his voice calm and soothing, “no one is going to hurt you”

And for a brief moment, you believed him. You find yourself seated, a very concerned Osferth fussing over you. He had given you water, asked if you wanted something to eat, or if you needed to lie down. You did not need any of these things. You needed to go back home, back to Alba, back to your parents house. The safety and comfort of a known place, this was what you needed. What you wanted though, was probably different. You wanted them dead. All of them. 

“The man behind Blood hair. He was one of the men who kept me-”, your voice cracked. You saw a torrent of emotions cross his face and tears almost started rolling on your cheeks. Someone called for the both of you, but the voice seemed far away. Osferth gently led you inside. Lord Uhtred was speaking with the king, everyone surrounding them. You could not pay attention, so you just stood next to him in a dark corner of the room. You were grabbing his robes hard, trying to peak around his shoulder. The atmosphere was tense, and as you looked around you did not miss the side look of Osferth toward his father. You clenched your hand tighter and he seemed to feel it. He did not look at you but you felt his hand grab yours. Your skin against his had you blushing, but you found comfort in it. Way more than you should have. 

When Finan left, you prayed for him to return safely and to find the mercians easily but when you found yourself on a horse next to Osferth and lord Uhtred, you started to pray for yourself. The adrenaline was pumping in your veins, making you forget about Gorn being somewhere in these woods. You needed to leave and with a bit of help from the gods, you would reach your goal safely. You rode until you reached Fearham. It was empty. No Finan and no army. Osferth looked like he shared your doubts because he immediately said:

“Is this the place lord? Is this Fearham?”

But almost as soon as the words left his mouth you could feel something happening. Finan was here, he was approaching, and the mercians with him. You smiled and looked at Uhtred who seemed to understand. 

“Perhaps Finan did not make the journey.

-He did” you simply answered.

The moment you pronounced those words, Finan emerged from the top of the hill, the soldiers just behind. You did not miss the look of Sihtric and even less the one of Osferth. You did not wait for the fight to start and you made your way up the hill to join a woman with Osferth and Skade. As the sun was slowly appearing from behind you, you all watched the battle unfurl. The danes had the numbers, but the saxons had the advantage of the site. The fight was violent and deadly. Plenty of soldiers died, slayed by the blades of the enemy. Finally it was clear the saxon army had taken the advantage, and it only became clearer when you saw Blood hair, and even Gorn ride away like cowards. 

“Do not yield Blood hair.” you heard Skade say. 

For a second you pitied her but then you just said:

“Seemed like your master has definitely abandoned you this time”

She looked at you and you holded her gaze. 

“We’ll see how that mouth works when Gorn will get you back.

-I’ll slit his throat before it happens.”

She probably saw in your eyes how serious you were, because she did not answer. Osferth was looking at you and you simply nodded at him. The victory was not celebrated for long as you and the rest of Alfred’s men all rode back to Winchester. You wished you could have been happy like the others, but the weird feelings of death you felt during the night did not disappear. You had thought that this dream had been about the hostages, even the battle. The feeling did not leave you, even when you slept a little this night. You were having the same dream, except this time you could hear the screams more distinctly. It was a woman. You woke up sweating and in pain. You could not explain it but you knew something was wrong. You wanted to say something, tell Uhtred that something was going on, but you did not want to spoil the happiness of everyone. You could feel the joy of Uhtred and Sihtric especially, as they were about to return to their wives and children. You kept quiet. Osferth had not said a thing about the events of a few days prior, he offered you polite smiles and when his pretty eyes fell on you, you could feel your heart beat faster. The casual conversations he initiated, just to make you feel less isolated you presumed, were the highlights of those days on the road. You had met a lot of men in your life, some you had loved from fraternal and deep love, and some other you had hated with a passion that could burn. None had ever made you feel like you did now. Which made the distance between you even more painful. You almost regretted having a horse of your own now, missing the feeling of his body. You felt like a lunatic, having thoughts like this about someone you barely knew. You probably were just starving for affection, having forgotten what gentle touches and genuine kindness felt like. You felt selfish for a moment but even that feeling of guilt did not stop the warm feeling in your chest. A question remained though. Once at Winchester, what would you do? You obviously could not leave just yet. You had made a promise to Uhtred that you would find a way to break his curse, but you knew that once in Winchester you won’t be able to do so. You needed nature, and time. Maybe you could sneak out with Finan or Sihtric outside of the walls to perform your ritual. 

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost” said Sihtric, his horse walking next to yours. 

You had not talked much with him but he seemed like a good person. He was a fierce warrior, you had seen it first hand but there was more to him, in his eyes you could see it. 

“I feel like something bad is going to happen. I can’t explain it.”

He looked at you for a moment and said:

“I always had doubts about seers, you know. I grew up amongst danes and I feel guided by the gods every day, but I did not believe for a long time that some people could see things that had happened or were going to happen. Then I lived and saw for myself that, indeed, some people could see things that I could not fathom” he marked a pause and directed his gaze in front of you.

“You knew Finan was going to come back with an army, didn’t you? 

-I could feel it, when we were on that hill. Seeing the future, it’s not my specialty. I used to heal people, back at home. That’s what I do best. But I have been having dreams. Of someone dying. A woman,I think, that I do not know. I just did not want to ruin everyone's happiness. 

-Are you sure it is that type of dream?”

You wish you could be sure, but the truth is that it could be anything. A reminiscence of your past, of the trauma and pain you had endured. 

“I can’t say with certainty. But-

-But you still think it is. 

-Yes”

He simply nodded at you, words obviously still unsaid. You did not press him to talk more, feeling like he had already said enough. You stayed silent until you reached Winchester and the joyous cries of the crowd. Winchester was bigger than you had expected, and there were way more people you thought there would be. This joy was contagious, as you started to smile despite the uneasy feeling that had made his nest in your heart. You were just behind the king and his son, and this is how you saw the very specific moment where everything went to shred. You saw Uhtred get off his horse, his triumphal look soon whipped away, leaving room for confusion and panic. He walked away to find a blond woman standing, waiting for him. You understood immediately when you saw the young babe in the arms of another one behind them. A cry of death and life. You closed your eyes, trying to contain the tears as your heart settled in that deep pit of sadness. Useless, powerless, that was what you were. You did not miss the reaction of Finan and even more the one of Sihtric. The man looked at you and you met his eyes. You could not decipher his expression but he could see yours clearly. You looked around you, lost, and you met the eyes of Osferth, incomprehension written on his features. Just next to him, it was Skade that was looking at you. She knew too. She had known for a long time, and like you, she had been useless. 

No one said anything, because there was nothing to be said. You did not say anything to Uthred about your dream because what good would it have done?  He needed to grieve, but first he needed to honour his wife. It was Finan that told you that Gisela was a pagan just like you. They still had the nerve to bury her in christian land, which you found insulting. At first you had the intention of staying inside the house and not say a word but it was Uhtred himself that called for you. You followed without a word. There was that same woman that you recognised from earlier. Her name was apparently Hild, and she was an Abbess at Winchester. A close friend of Uhtred, enough so that she had cared for his children since their mother’s death. You had simply nodded at her and walked with them toward the cemetery. You let her ask for her lord’s forgiveness before Finan and Uhtred started digging. You stayed silent, not knowing why exactly you were here. The moment was moving, full of sorrow and regrets. Everything felt heavy, like the air was weighting on you now, trying to put you underground with the other corpses. The body of Gisela was soon put on a pyre, Uhtred ready to light it. 

“Could you-”

His voice cracked but you understood immediately. You came closer, taking the torch from Finan’s hands and you started. The songs of the druidess were famous even all the way down here, so far away from Alba. Even without music, you could feel the energy of nature all around you. They were mourning her too. As your voice elevated in the sky, you closed your eyes, and nodded at Uhtred. You put the torch near the base of the pyre and felt it catch on fire. You did not stop singing. The air was lighter but still full of sadness. But Gisela was going where she was supposed to. Even if she did not believe in the exact same gods you did, she would be welcome there, as their daughter. She would return to nature, to start a new life. Maybe she would even cross the sea all the way to the lands of the immortals. Maybe she will find peace with her ancestors. As you opened your eyes again, to see her remains flying high in the night sky, you thought it was beautiful. She was finally returning to her rightful place after being deprived from it for long enough. You ended the song, your melodious voice resounding all around you. In the language of your ancestors you wished her a good and safe journey, and stepped away. You had not looked around you while you were singing, only watching the dance of the flames, but now you saw how Finan and Abbess Hild’s eyes were on you. Uthred had his head low, but you could see his tears. He looked at you briefly and you simply offered a smile of compassion and understanding. Her soul was safe. 

“The gods will welcome her, she is where she is supposed to be now” 

You were calm, calmer than you had been in a while. Reconnecting with that part of yourself, even in the saddest way possible, was still appreciated. Finan looked like he was on the verge of tears. Even his christian soul had been moved by your song, the song of his people, that was a part of him as well. Abbess Hild looked sad as well. She did not say a thing, but you could see it in her eyes. Gisela had been a friend, and she too, was suffering. It was the noise of Uhtred’s sobs that distracted you. You approached him, your hand taking his. He looked at you, an expression of surprise on his face but he didn’t say a thing. Abbess Hild took his other hand, and Finan put his on Uhtred’s shoulder. And just like this you waited, until the fire was no more, having taken everything from Gisela.

[lordavanti]

Unexpected affection

Osferth x reader

Summary: Uthred arrived to pick up his children and bring them to safety. But are they really that safe with him and the others? Osferth noticed your tension over it and tries to reassure you. But his intentions are not for the safety of the children, they are to keep you out of harms way.

Words: 1177 Warnings: Fluff Tags: @ladyangelcry

You were so used to caring for these children that you couldn’t let them go with some savage men. You respected Uhtred, he trusted you to take care of his daughter and such, but in the end, they were warriors. They knew nothing of how to comfort a child. After getting Aelfwynn to sleep you went back downstairs, watching the men discuss things around the fire. You understood why they were here, the one thing you didn’t understand was why Uthred would put them in more danger by taking them with him. ‘Y/n?’ You startled up out of your thoughts and looked aside to Osferth. ‘Can I get you anything?’ You asked him while heading outside for some more wood. With his hands tucked away in his breastplate he followed you. ‘No,’ he paused while following you to the wood pile. ‘You seem troubled.’ He then continued. You grabbed a log and placed it up right before taking the axe and swinging it. Osferth didn’t stop you. You had only met him a few times and every time he managed to get to you. Maybe it was his kindness, that calm look in his eyes. From all of them, he seemed less a warrior.

‘I’m fine.’ You reacted, not giving him a look as you placed the next log before you. ‘You don’t seem fine.’ He noticed. You started swinging but stopped yourself angrily, blocking the axe with your hand. You hissed as the little speed it had clashed with the palm of your hand. You looked down at the fine cut it had caused. ‘Let me see.’ Osferth stated, reaching out as he took your hand. ‘This is your fault.’ You muttered, pulling a face as he flattened your hand. He looked at you, a light smile on his lips. ‘Why is that?’ He asked. ‘You distracted me.’ ‘I was merely concerned. Let me take care of that.’ He gestured towards the house. You signed and followed him inside. He grabbed a cloth and some fresh water as you sat down in the room furthest away from the others. Osferth joined you, he put the cloth in some water before he carefully put it on the wound. You bit your tongue as you watched your hand. ‘What is on your mind?’ He asked again. ‘I care for these children. I’m afraid that we only put them in more danger by pulling them away here.’ You spilled. Osferth looked away from your hand and studied your face. ‘It’s no longer safe here.’ He stated. ‘Yes, but do they have to travel with all of you, no offense, you are great warriors but these children need something different.’ You protested. Osferth started smiling and you gave him a confused look. ‘You grew fond of them.’ ‘Wouldn’t you?’ You asked. He nodded as he looked back down and cleaned the cut further out. But he didn’t say a thing, he didn’t even manage to make eye contact. ‘Osferth?’ You paused him by turning your hand and laying it on his wrist. ‘I’m not so much worried for the children,’ he said without looking up at you. ‘as I am for you.’ Now he looked up, leaving you completely speechless and confused. ‘I can manage myself.’ You softly said. ‘I can see that.’ He pointed down to your hand. There was something of unease in his eyes. He focussed his attention on a dry fabric he tear apart to bind your wound. ‘You don’t want me to come.’ You finally concluded. ‘I rather don’t.’ He nodded as he carefully turned your hand again, laying the fabric on the cut before wrapping it up. ‘So you want to leave the children with a bunch of savages as yourself?’ You asked heatedly. You pulled your hand back and shook your head. ‘You can barely take care of yourselves, let alone three kids. Forget it.’ You got up and left the room before he even could answer that. But as you lay awake that night you realized he didn’t say it for those reasons, he said it because he wanted you safe. He said it because he cared for you. But he was a monk, he couldn’t care. He shouldn’t.

The next day all of your focus laid on making sure the kids would have enough to eat during their travels. You stocked a little carriage with bread, water, and some different kinds of fruit and cheese. The cut in your hand did his part as well as it constantly reminded you of the conversation with Osferth. You were wrapping up some bread as he showed up. You didn’t look at him, you didn’t greet him, you just continued your work. ‘Are you mad?’ He asked. You signed before looking up at him. ‘I’m confused.’ You corrected him. ‘Why?’ He seemed generally confused so you laid down the bread and turned to him. ‘Why don’t you want me to come?’ You asked him directly. For a moment he just looked at you, measuring your expressions before he started talking. ‘I care for you.’ ‘You just met me Osferth.’ You protested immediately. He opened his mouth before he took a step closer to you. ‘We have seen each other plenty. And I have never met a more extraordinary woman like you. Your smile just,’ he paused, realizing where he was heading with this. You could only look at him, surprised, completely knocked down from your feet. ‘You’re a monk.’ You slowly stated on which he started laughing. ‘You really think after all that time with Finan and Sithric that I’m still,’ he paused again. A virgin, yes? Monks couldn’t get tempted by the flesh. ‘You need prove?’ He asked you with light amusement. You shook your head. But it was too late, he cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss. Your fingers clutched around his wrists, wanting to stop him but not being able to. His lips were soft, kind almost like he was. You relaxed under the pressure as you lightly opened your lips to his. How many women did he kiss to kiss this good? When he pulled back you only blankly looked at him. ‘I,’ You didn’t even know what to say as he tenderly smiled at you. ‘If you want to come fine, but let me protect you?’ He asked. His hand still laid around your face, your hands still on his wrists. You slowly nodded as you let go of him. He nodded as well before he let go of you and turned to leave the room. ‘Osferth,’ you called after him. He turned, giving you a questioning look. ‘Thank you.’ You thanked him quietly. ‘For what?’ ‘For reassuring me these children will be taken care of.’ You answered. ‘Is that all?’ He asked. A smile jumped on your lips when he referred to the kiss. ‘It was a pleasant experience.’ You nodded. He chuckled before turning and walking away. You had always liked him, he just brought that liking to a whole other level.

[sttdevilish]

HATE BOND

Osferth x f!reader

English is not even my second lenguage is probably the third so I'm sorry FOR EVERY WORD I PUT ON THIS FIC.

The second apology on advance is cuz i didn't even finish the third season so im writing about CRUMBS AND IMAGINATION so if you see something off is because most of the time they are talking I'm looking at Osferth not to the subtitles.

Probably this is gonna be like four chapters but i don't promise anything :2 i hope u guys like it <3

Being in Winchester was not like you though, at least not as an independent woman, neither if you were Dane and Uthred's sister too, you always hear the Saxons say that when you were on Wessex with Uthred and the boys.

Uthred was always protective with you, even if you were a warrior like him, Finan, Sihtric or like Halig was, you were his sister first and that was all that matter when people insult you or were being creepy, mostly men. Now remembering last night, when all of us were on the alehouse and an old man approached on your side of the table, you were in silence listening to the story that your brother was telling when the man started to said that you were a Dane whore that was with them just because they probably hump you for some silver and saying that you didn't belong to Wessex, noticing how they all stop talking to stare at the man, Uhtred getting up from his chair when the man repeated that you were just a whore.

Answering to the old man that you were more warrior than all of Wessex or him could ever be and not only a whore, advertising that he should watch his tongue and walk away from your side, replying by trying to pour his ale on you, not fast enough even for Uthred that raised his hand to pull his sword, you push the man with your hands and punch him, when the man tried to give the same punch to you, Uthred tried to stop him with the others, that didn't happen, pulling the man by his neck and pushing him to the table, you take out the dagger on your thigh, pointing at his neck. The man started apologizing as fast as he could when you pressed the dagger on the skin, letting him go when he whined with pain, kicking on his ass out of the alehouse.

Still immersed in your thoughts about last night, you didn't see the person who suddenly stopped in front of you, getting your head smacked on his arm and having you almost on the ground. Furrowing your browns and letting go a loud groan and facing him to start complaining, you looked up at him, your first thought was why his hair was so ugly looking and the second if you should hit him for stopping even if you were not paying attention in front of you.

He widened his eyes at staring at you, opening his mouth to say an apology that never came out of him before you started talking, your familiar loud voice making Uthred smile even if you didn't have seen I'm behind you.

"Fuck, you retarded ugly hair, why you stop in the middle of the street?" Getting closer and tilting your head, your eyes moving to his clothes and to the cross on his neck, seeing clearly now that it was a monk. Seeing how his hands went up to still want to apology even if you were crushing his words with yours, noticing his cheeks starting to get on a pink tone and looking up behind you when others spoke.

"Y/N! Where were you ?" Uhtred talked behind your back, moving your attention to him, the monk at your side passing his eyes from you to Uthred again and sighing a moan. 

"With woman, why you are talking with a monk? This stupid is literally in the middle of the street." Arching one of your eyebrows and shaking your head slightly, you glanced at the taller boy in front of you before moving to face your brother.

"Talking about the baby monk, I should introduce you to him, this is Osferth, he wants to come with us on battles from now, well, with me. His mother was Leofric's sister, a bastard son of her." Your brother nod his head to point at him. 

"I am so sorry lady-" Finally starting to talk and trying to not sound that scared by the look you were giving to him before, you stopped him with a sarcastic laugh.

"A monk with us? What is going to do, pray to their fake God on our battles or kill Danes with that cross? Doesn't look like a pointy cross to me." Pointing with your finger at the cross and then looking at Uthred, him smirking a little before nodding at you and getting up from the stairs.

"I said he has to change that for a sword, but I'm sure you can teach a man how to kill someone with a cross if he doesn't change it for a sword." Uthred said, shrugging his shoulders and getting near to you before putting one of his hands on your shoulder, pressing on you as you make another disappointed sound to them.

"He must, we are not into babysitting, and I'm afraid not into teaching monks to kill with ugly crosses too." You furrow your eyebrows again to both of them, shaking your head and letting out a sight.

"Then I can go by your side, Lord?" The monk talked with a paused soft voice, looking only at him and deviating to look at you for a second, noticing how his hands were clenched together in front of him now and his lips were pressed.

"Yes, if my sister doesn't curse you first with her looks." Uthred laughed out loud, shaking your body by pushing your shoulder, you moved your body to escape the grab and starting to head to the stairs with the others. 

"Osferth, you maybe want to change the cross and the haircut, if you piss off my sister, I'm not going to be the one to save you from her, don't think anyone would want especially to piss her, but don't be scared, she is a good woman, just feral as my brother Ragnar too." Uthred chuckled looking at the monk scared face.⠀ ⠀ ⠀

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The old you would kill yourself if you think about how you've been doing the past months, still sometimes thinking about what was wrong about when you were supposed from the beginning to not like the monk at all. That shit was turning tables all the way, and you didn't even know how it happened or how it started. 

Maybe started when you saw the same fear in his eyes before jumping to the boat on Cookham, the same fear that you felt on your first battle, noticing how all the travel his hands were shaking onto his lap and he was about to pass out. Maybe it was when, noticing his tears of killing his first man, a bad way if you think about it because even your first kill was a clean cut in the throat, and you didn't drop a single tear. But you feel something in your chest pressing when your brother screamed at him and you screamed back at him without thinking, saying the first thing that came to your head about the monk staying at your side to not fuck the whole mission and to not being harm, just pushing Osferth behind your back after saying it and walking away with him following like a lost pup, getting to the side when you pushed your sword towards the men to kill them, sometimes moving your head back to look at his sad look, him making sure he was still alive and good by little nods to you.

"You need to stop being a crying child, Uthred or I won't always be there to kill for you, Monk, you choose to be with us, my brother doesn't need a child to protect in battle." The only words that came from your mouth when you were standing aside your horse with him in front of you once the battle finished came in a demanding tone, even if you were sure that the point was not scaring him more.

"I'm sorry, you don't have to protect me or either Uthred." Osferth give you the same sad look, his hands pressing into his back after saying to you that, knowing he probably was really sorry for bothering you at least.

 "I do not want to see you dead, my brother is starting to care for you. I don't care about having you following me like a pup if you want protection, but you need to fucking learn how to swing the sword, not like you did it there." You started to feeling the same way as your brother, but that words never come out of your mouth. Looking at him and shaking your head before you get up on your horse.

You sighed, noticing how he just nod and apologize once more in a soft voice and move his body closer to the horse, the same feeling starting to ache on your chest and even before thinking it too much, you move your hand down to his head, reaching him the top because of the high of the horse and messing his hair with your fingers.

" Don't think it too much, I would be more surprised if you have known how to fight being a little monk, I can teach you, but don't poke anyone's neck with the sword like a piece of meat again, or I gave you a stick to fight. " Moving out your hand from his hair, you kick the side of the horse with your boot to start going with the others.

He tried to hide his face with his own horse with embarrassment, noticing the warm feeling on his cheeks and his heart pounding harder on his chest by the way you touched his hair. Hearing a laugh on the other side that he identify as Finan, getting on the horse and trying not to look at him before start to following the others too.

The feeling of the cold took you out of your own thoughts, sniffing your nose and moving your shoulders, trying to get warm but still shivering. Looking aside to your horse, Osferth looked back at you, a soft smile growing.

"Are you cold, my lady?"

" All of us are cold, Osferth, obviously I am cold to the bones and my ass sores from being in this fucking horse and my head hurts from watching my brother with a foot on Valhalla and this fucking seer looking at me like a dog all the time, why you ask?"

Osferth burst out a laugh, furrowing your browns and looking in front of you at hearing a soft laugh of your brother too, Uhtred looking at both of you from the wagon, hearing Osferth's horse neigh before approaching to you, moving one of his hands to his own cloak on his shoulders, taking it off and pulling it over you. Not having enough time to react to his actions, your hands going on the cloak for a moment and sending him a glance before shaking your head, trying to deny Osferth's cloak, your own hands getting to the lace of the cloak to try to pull it off, feeling how one of his hands pressed on top of yours.

"I don't want it."

"Wear it, Y/n"

"You are deaf? I say I don't want-"

"I said you wear it, so do it." You opened your eyes to look at him in surprise, noticing how Osferth voice was now demanding it and not asking, you pressed your lips together, doing a grouting low sound on your throat and smacking his hands out of you to pull the cloak on your body, noticing that the cloak was too long and big enough to cover all of you to the foots.

"Imbecile." You said, getting again your hands on the reins and kicking with your boot on the horse to go in front of the wagon with Sihtric.

"She likes you, probably the only man I saw touching his breast was the first and the last, he now has no hands to touch any more..." Uhtred whisper with a soft smirk looking at the monk, looking how Osferth just sighed and his eyes wide, now noticing that, his eyes following you before looking at Uthred with a cautious look now.

"I was pushing my cloak, she would keep me alive hopefully, for you, not because she likes me, I believe it God is great."

"If you think Y/N is going to get more gods than her appreciated Freyja, yeah, you are dead before this night." Finan moved his horse closer to them, sharing a smile with Uhtred.

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You glanced over and over at your brother, letting a big sigh escape before covering your face with your hands, still looking at your brother without moving or giving any attention to anything more, only the light of the campfire being able to help you stare at him in the dark. Moving your legs closer to your chest and pressing both before resting your chin on them. Hearing a sound besides you without moving your eyes of your brother, knowing by the sound of the boots trying to make the softest noise that was Osferth, seating next to you and extending his hand with a bowl in front of your face.

"He is not going anywhere, you don't need to stare at him all night, eat this." Moving the bowl closer to you, knowing that by this time he was not going to accept a no, you grabbed the bowl and moved the soup with the spoon at the side before finally look up to Osferth. His eyes seemed tired from trying not to get down to sleep, waiting for you even if you said you were going to stay up all the night to watch your brother and that they could sleep peacefully. A soft smile growing on his lips when you finally looked at him and grab the bowl, cheering in his insides.

"He's dying, and I can't do anything about it, nothing to break the curse." Your lips pressed together, clenching your jaw, the anger you were feeling coming back with your own thoughts. "I'm going to cut that bitch head and put it like a collar on my horse, maybe with that the gods would tell respond about it."

"Lord Uthred said that we can't break the curse if we kill her, even if I don't think it is a curse." 

"Say again that is not cursed when you are seeing how he is dying by nothing more than her presence, and I'm going to do two collars with both of your heads." You shake your head, getting closer to the bowl to drink the soup, drinking all of it before leaving the bowl on the side.

Osferth glanced at how your brother muttered something in his dreams, looking at you again and letting go a big sigh, his body shifting to put his back on the tree at your side.

"Lady, I'm praying for him, he is going to be okay, I know God is good, your gods too, I'm sure they want to keep him alive."

"I'm going to start prey to your God if that makes my brother well again. Freyja is just silenced every time I ask something about him, probably she is mad about that I let Skade alive in the first place, that's because she is letting the bitch kill my brother. Skade doesn't follow the natural order of gods, she must die and I would be glad to do that." 

Getting your head down and placing it on your knees, you looked at Osferth, this time giving him an ironically smile.

 "I don't know if he is going to make it to see Ragnar again, maybe when we arrive is too late."

"Lord Uthred is strong, he would see his brother again, you're helping him too, I saw the marks that you put around him on the ground and the rocks that you put in his clothes." 

The silence was not loud enough between the two of us, hearing the snorts of Finan at the side of the campfire and Uthred still muttering things while sleeping. You were now keeping your eyes on Osferth and he was doing the same to you, noticing how even in the dark, he was starting to blush when you keep your eyes on him without saying nothing but keeping a little smirk on your lips.

You put one of your hands on his face before thinking it too much, caressing his red cheek and moving your thumb against his chin, pressing the finger up to his lips before stopping yourself, for the only thing your eyes moved from theirs were for looking down to his lips, the first thought that came to your mind stepping so loud on your head that you wide your eyes open, hearing how he swallowed, now all his face was warm and red, his eyes staring at your own lips a couple of seconds before looking at your eyes again.

You pushed your legs to move and lean on him, pressing your chest with his and feeling how both sighed for air, your hands now cupping his face before pulling him up enough to bring your lips together, pressing them hard and for a short moment, Osferth making a loud sound of surprise and not moving his body at all but pressing his lips back before you moved your head, looking at each other with a surprised expression as well after breaking the kiss. 

"Good night, Osferth." Trying your best to keep calm, you mess his hair moving your hands and caressing his face, getting up and starting to go next to where your brother was sleeping without a response from him, afraid enough to look at him while you started to walk. Sitting at his side and coming back to stare at Uthred, this time your head not even thinking about the curse, just about how soft his lips felt on yours and how you wanted to make that kiss longer and keep going with more, how he didn't move an inch but kissed you back awkwardly, maybe a clumsy kiss from his part, probably his first kiss too and she didn't even ask for it, but you were not regretting anything, not with Osferth.

He was still in the same position, the warm sensation on his chest going up to his face again and again just by thinking about what happened. It was his first kiss, or at least the one that meant something to him, and he was so happy about it that he probably imagined a whole more kisses with her in the seconds after. His thoughts passing fast to surprised ones, he was already in shock by just the caressing hand on his face and he was about to whine of happiness when the kiss happened even if it was not long enough. 

Closing his eyes and resting his head on the tree, Osferth fell asleep with a big smile and the same thoughts about you kissing him.

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House Full of Heathens

Slightly Fix it and Very Poly. Reader x Sihtirc, Reader x Finan, Reader x Osferth, Reader x Leofric, Sithric x Uthred, Sithric x Finan, Sithric x Osferth, Finan x Osferth.

Ch 1: No Oaths

You have found yourself in the company of Skorpa of the White Horse, though you are not sure how. They are a fragtag band, only fortunate enough that the people of Cornwalum are no fighters. There is no silver in the plunder and the livestock is skinny. No worthy sacrifice for Loki or Tyr.

Skorpa does not know who you are. That your father is Harald Finehair, a great King among Danes. Nor does he know you ran away to escape that life. To be free and anonymous.

You have half a mind to leave Skorpa behind and strike out on your own. Find a comely man to fuck and a nice fat bull to dedicate to Loki.

This opportunity is presented in the guise of Uhtred Ragnarson. His ragtag band of Saxons strikes a deal with Skorpa, though you know Skorpa is lying, you see it in those piss coloured eyes. Fucker. You have no time to warn Uhtred of the deceit, though. Things escalate quite quickly. And before you know it, King Peredur is dead. His silver is ripe for the taking. Sadly, there are no comely men to be found., only Peredur’s shadow queen. And she is looking at Uhtred like his cock is made of gold.

And of course, Skorpa makes off with the silver. You don’t follow him out of Peredur’s timber keep. You have long since had your fill of his band of poxy whoresons.

“Oi, Uhtred, one of Skorpa’s men is still here.” Says a tall man, who is in Uhtred’s company. You take off your helmet, throwing it at his feet. Uhtred looks up from Iseuld and begins to laugh. “That, Leofric, is no man. This is a Shield Maiden.” He says. The man gapes at you. You smirk at him. “Yes, Leofric, I am no man.” You purr. “But! The Battlefield is no place for a maiden!” Leofric protests. “Don’t you know some of the fiercest warriors are women.” Says Uhtred. Leofric opens his mouth, but Iseuld shakes her head.

“Come, I will help you to the rest of the silver.” She says, The men follow her out of the keep.

The men dig up the dungheap with their hands and the last of their dignity. You and Iseuld stand by and watch. “The gods have it in for this one.” You say. “Utred?” Asks Iseuld. You nod. “They will test him, time and again. They will reward him for his labours, but gods will he have to fight. Especially with Kings.” You say. Iseuld nods. “Are you a seer?” She asks. You shake your head. “I am sometimes given dreams. I had dreams of Uhtred and his companions. I dreamt of glory and I dreamt of death. And maybe those death’s don’t have to come to pass.” You reply

The silver is swiftly divided and you approach Uhtred. “Son of Ragnar, my sword is yours.” You tell him firmly. He gives you an up and down. A small smirk tugs at his lips. “I will gladly accept. What is your name?” He asks. “I am called Y/N.” You reply, extending your arm. He clasps you by the elbow. “Just Y/N?” Leofric asks. “Y/N Haraldsdottir.” You reply. “Harald? You mean Harald Finehair?” Uhtred furrows his brow at you. You nod in answer. “Is that someone I should know?” Leofric asks. “He is one of the greater Dane Kings.” Uhtred replies.

Leofric bodily turns to you. “Princess.” He gives you a stiff bow. You burst out laughing. The Saxon looks at you, obviously startled. He casts his gaze to Uhtred, utterly nonplussed. “Something I said.” He mutters. Uhtred smiles widely. “I think this shield maiden has not been named heir to her father’s realm. This is not uncommon, even for sons.” Uhtred replies. “I am not a princess.” You add. “Very well, not a Princess.” Leofric concedes.

You ride out with Uhtred’s little band. Back to Wessex. For them at least. You have not yet been in Wessex before. It is just heading into the next adventure.

Uhtred parts from the group. To do what, you cannot quite make out. “Stay with Leofric.” He says to you, before he leaves. You have half a mind to just leave and find another useless band of Danes. You swore Uhtred no oaths. But you stay with Leofric anyway. He smiles so charmingly and he has a sharp sense of humour. You decide you quite like him.

You ride beside him on the trek back to Winchester. It is a hard ride and by the time you arrive, you feel like your arse is made of wood, but at least you got somewhere substantial.

“You go find yourself an inn or an alehouse. I will come find you and tell Uhtred where you are.” Leofric says. “Where will you go?” You ask. Leofric looks down and chuckles gently. “I am going to have to see the King.” He says. “Find me after that?” You smirk up at him. Leofric ponders on the answer for a little while. But then he grins widely. “If you have yourself a room at an inn, I will.” He says. “I got silver enough for it.” You answer. “So you do.” Leofric agrees.

He takes his leave and you are left to your own devices for a few hours. You explore Winchester on your own, wandering the narrow streets and take in the houses and people and the animals in the streets.

There is a cart selling meat pies, and you buy one. You enjoy the rich flavours as you walk and eat your pie. Then you find yourself an ale house to have a pint. And Leofric finds you there.

“There you are.” Says the Saxon. You look up from your drink. “I’ve been looking for you for a good while now.” He sits down beside you. “I have been trying to enjoy the piss water you Saxons call ale.” You retort. “That is called ale because Alfred wants people to be able to work come morning.” Leofric gestures to the barmaid. She nods and pours him a pint, too. “It sucks. I’d rather have water next time, but clean water is likely not an option in a place like this.” You reply. Leofric nods and pulls some silver from a pouch at his hip.

“You Saxons are so dirty.” You say. Leofric looks at you, mildly disgruntled. “There is shit in these streets, I have seen you bathe only a handful of times and by the gods, clean water is harder to come by than gold.” You tell him. Leofric scoffs, but he can’t tell you you are wrong. “So that means you won’t take me to bed?” He asked with a sly smirk. You ponder on a reply for a while. You know he has no opportunity to wash. He’ll smell of horse and sweat. His mouth will taste of ale and old blood, but so will yours. You suppose you’ll just not suck his cock.

“I’ll find an inn.” You say, draining your ale and getting up. Leofric follows your example. He throws a few more coins on the table, for the barmaid. “Come, I know a good place.” He says. “A clean place?” You ask, with a wicked smirk. “Woman, you sure are something.” Leofric scoffs. But he takes you by the hand and leads you from the alehouse to a three story, timber built inn. It is a very good looking building, less run down than the alehouse.

“Is this to m’lady’s liking?” Leofric asks. You look up at him and smile. “Yes it is. Also, I am not a lady. I am a shield maiden.” You tell him. “I doubt you are a maiden. I won’t be the first man you hump.” He sounds very convinced. You chuckle and pull some silver from your coin pouch. “My pay.” You tell him. “Very well.” Leofric agrees.

It takes you only a handful of minutes to be given a key to a room and head upstairs.

Once the door shuts behind you, Leofric shoves you against its wooden surface. His eyes are dark and full of desire. “Go on then, take me.” You hiss. Leofric chuckles and cups your face with his huge hand. He does smell of horse, but not as bad as you expected. You close your eyes and hear Leofric make an approving little sound. Then he leans in to kiss you slowly. It is almost experimental. Not like he does not know how to kiss, but like he is trying to find out what you will like best.

You wind your arms around his neck and kiss him back greedily. Leofric groans loudly. He is not expecting you to be so forward. But you are a Dane, not a Saxon. You know how to please a man for true. And this most certainly does not include meekly doing as you are told.

You start shoving him backwards, to the bed. Leofric grunts against your mouth, but puts up no fight. It is not easy, Leofric is absolutely huge, but slowly you manage to shove him to the bed. Leofric falls down on the bed, looking up at you. He grins and pulls you down on top of him. “Come here.” He growls. “Gladly.” You murmur.

You renew the kiss, bracketing his hips with your legs. Leofric groans and his hands slide to your ass. He grabs wickedly at your leather clad flesh. You moan into his mouth. You begin to rock your pelvis against his. Leofric swears against your lips and tries to keep you still. But you won’t let him hold you back. You will ride him! You will show this Saxon how Danes do things properly. You lick into his mouth, letting him know you are fully going to assert yourself. It does not matter that he is bigger. You have a lot of underhanded tricks up your sleeve. Leofric groans, not at all of a mind to complain. His tongue flicks out at yours and he tugs at your tunic. He is not taking this slow. You don’t want him to take it slow. It has been a while since you last had a man.

You break the kiss to sit upright and pull your tunic over your head. Your leather armour has been discarded hours before. Leofric licks his lips and gazes up at you. His fingers bunch in the cloth of your light undershirt. “Take this off.” He growls. You smirk and shake your head. “I hear no please, Saxon.” You cooe. “I don’t have to beg you, Dane.” Leofric growls. He helps you out of your undershirt. Once it is off, his hands go to your breasts right away. His palms are warm and his fingers calloused. You lean into his touch.

Leofric massages your breasts and pulls at your nipples. You close your eyes and revel in his ministrations. Soft, sweet moans pour from your lips.

And then he starts to grind up at you. He is hard in his breeches. You press back down on him. Leofric groans deeply and his hand slips down to the rim of your own breeches. His thumb trails slowly from your navel to your lacings. You shudder a little at how tender the ministration is. But then Leofric makes quick work of the laces of your breeches. “Take this off.” He growls. He’s quite demanding in his tone. “Ask nicely.” You purr. But Leofric shakes his head, beginning to tug down your breeches, as far as he can manage. This bares the better part of your arse and your womanhood.

“I smell you.” Leofric growls, grabbing you firmly by the arse. He growls and digs his fingers into your flesh.

You slide off of him to wriggle out of your breeches.

Leofric hurriedly sheds his clothes as well.

And then he is on you. His large body eclipses yours as he kisses you greedily. You moan against your lips, dragging your nails up his back. Leofric groans in answer. He presses his cock down against your folds. You roll your pelvis up at him. Leofric bites back a groan and grinds back down on you. “Gods.” You hiss into his mouth. “You want it?” Leofric growls. “Yes, hump me.” You whisper.

You don’t have to tell him twice.

He lines himself up and pushes into you. You moan loudly. Leofric adds a wordless moan to yours. You tilt your pelvis a little, to give him a better angle. “Go ahead, hump me.” You encourage him. A thing you won’t have to tell him twice, of course. Leofric pounds into you as though he hasn’t had a woman in weeks. And this might be the truth of it, though you have no way to make sure, bar ask him. And know better than to ask a man about when he last had sex.

Leofric presses his face into the nape of your neck. “You feel so good.” He growls against your skin. He slams his pelvis against your, over and over again, without holding back. The sounds rising from it are obscene. You moan and claw at his back. “Feisty little heathen.” Leofric murmurs. He nips at the lobe of your ear. You moan and rock your hips into his thrusts.

And then you judge he’s had his fun. It is your turn.

You grab him by the shoulders and topple him over. Leofric grunts, not expecting you to be this strong. Shoving down onto the bed, you straddle him. Your folds press down on his cock, which is wet from your cunt. Leofric groans darkly, squirming below you. He is not accustomed to a woman on top, it would seem. “Don’t struggle, I won’t hurt you.” You tell him. “You could not hurt me even if you tried, Little Heathen.” Leofric chuckles dryly. You reach out to grab his throat, quick as a snake. Leofric’s breath hitches. “I am a shieldmaiden, Saxon. I can hurt you.” You hiss. You press your fingertips into his skin. Leofric grabs your wrist, trying to get you to leave off. He is strong, but you are no meek little girl. You resist him. But with your free hand, you line up his cock with your wet core. “God, you are something else.” Leofric rasps. “I know.” You affirm, sinking down on him.

You ride him, your fingers still at his throat.

Leofric groans and tries to trash below you. But you know by now how to keep an unruly mount in check. “Make me cum.” You hiss at him. “Wh-what?” Leofric gasps. You finally let his throat go and instead taking his hand. You bring his fingers to your clit. “You know how to give a woman pleasure, don’t you Saxon?” You purr. “Of course I do.” Leofric huffs. “Then do it.” You order. Leofric rubs his thumb at your clit. You moan and roll your pelvis into his touch. “That is what you like, huh?” Leofric rumbles. “Any woman does, as you keep your touches gentle.” You reply.

He keeps rubbing you. And you keep riding him.

Your muscles tense and your inner walls clench down on Leofric’s cock. Leofric groans loudly and his ministrations begin to falter. “N-not yet.” You whimper. “I ca-can’t.” He grunts. “Just a little more.” You hiss.

You are so close.

“A little more.” You order. “My God, woman-” Leofric snarls. “Make me cum, Saxon.” You tell him firmly. “You will be the death of me.” Leofric growls. But he obliges. He keeps rubbing unsteadily at your clit. But it is enough. The tension inside you peaks and your core clings onto his cock. Lightning blazes down your spine and sets you ablaze. “Oh Gods.” You moan. Wetly, all tension gushes from you and your inner walls contract on Leofric’s cock. “Christ!” Leofric grunts. He bucks his pelvis up at you. He spends himself deep inside you. “Goddamn.” He groans. You smile down on him. “Well done, Saxon.” You smirk.

Slowly you get off him.

You lay down next to him, panting slightly. “Not bad, for an unwashed Saxon.” You smirk at him. Leofric chuckles hoarsely. “Not bad yourself, you heathen.” He replies. “It is always better with a Dane.” You tease. Leofric scoffs in reply. “You are awfully full of yourself.” He says. “I know myself well.” You reply with a wicked smirk. You roll over and kiss him fiercely. Leofric groans and pulls you close. He is not truly cross with you. He is just bruised in his pride.

The next morning you wake up with your face pressed against Leofric’s bicep. He is snoring lightly.

You decide to let him sleep and slip out of bed. You put your clothes and boots back on and head out. First to make your water and then to get yourself some breakfast. Your mind is barely on Leofric. He is not your future. He is Saxon and you are Dane. You need a fellow Dane to grow with, not a man like Leofric, as much as you enjoy him, for now.

You break your fast in the inn’s common room, on your own. You notice how people are looking at you. They know you are different, they know you are not of their god. And that makes you bad. Horseshit, of course. There are plenty of Gods to go around and worshipping some over others says nothing about someone as a person. It says only anything about which Gods they look to for strength, hope and comfort.

You try to ignore the whispers and the looks. You have better things to do than to get into a discussion with Christians today. Winchester is a big settlement and you have exploring to do. You gotta learn the secrets of this place, partly for the hell of it and partly because secrets give you a power over the people who might want to harm you here.

[valhallasubstitute]

Yours, And Only Yours Pt.2

-- Sihtric x Virgin!Reader

After travelling with Uthred for many months the fact that you’re still a virgin is revealed in a drunken confession, from that moment on Sihtric can’t help but thinking of making you his.

A/N: hellooo and welcome back for part 2. I hope you enjoy, I’ve got a few more ideas for our boy Sihtric as well as a certain Irishman. So if you like my writing then you shouldn’t have to wait too long 😊

part three

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, oral female receiving, unprotected sex -  it’s the ninth century they have an excuse you don’t.

wc: 2180

It was dark and it was late, dragons breath dancing from your lips as you leant against the stables. You had never intended to be a virgin for this long but no man had ever wanted you badly enough for you to even consider opening your thighs. You admired the simplicity of being a whore and respected their work but you were not willing give yourself so easily.

So your legs remained closed.

Despite the chill the call of your name on Sihtric’s tongue warmed you from the inside out. His shoulders were heaving and for a brief moment you wondered if there had been a fight, but there was no blood,  no new bruises, only his eyes on yours. 

It was pure instinct that had you take a step back as he stepped forward. You felt as if he was hunting you and the minute your back hit the post he invaded your personal space.

Almost.

He stopped inches from you, your bodies so close together that you could feel the heat radiating off him in waves, you could smell the ale on his breath and his gaze just kept burning into you, straight to your center.

‘Why did you refuse him?’ His voice was tight. If you hadn’t known him any better you would have thought he was angry but there was desperation there.  

‘I-‘ the words caught in your throat, the look you had grown accustomed to was in his eyes again. Desperation and something else. ‘I did not desire him.’

‘Then who is it that you desire?’ It was the way he said the word, how it dripped from his tongue. Desire. Lust. Wanting. The unknown look in his eye. All the same. ‘You deny every man who wishes to touch you, you risk all of our lives by pulling a blade to stop such an advance. Why?’ His voice was steadily rising and with it the beat of your heart. ‘Who is it that you desire Y/N?’

How could you deny it any longer, deny him?

‘You.’

There was a calm before the storm, pupils blown and the final breath taken before the tension broke. His lips were on yours and his hands bunched your hair. The tug was sharp but a delicious ache spread across your scalp. This kiss was not gentle but his lips were soft and plush against your own. You felt as if you were burning up and your clothes began to feel entirely unnecessary. Your hands grasped at Sihtric’s neck as his thigh pushed open your legs. The friction caused a moan to fall from your lips.

You would be willing forfeit your seat in Valhalla if this what you rose to each morning and fell to each night. His lips devouring yours like a starved man. His hands, one of them holding so tightly to the beam behind you that you feared it might crumble. You could feel his strength of his thighs as they ground against you. Harsh and unyielding, the idea of Valhalla paled in comparison.

Sihtric let himself touch you as he had so many time in his dreams. Releasing his grip on your hair he didn’t hesitate to trail his fingers down your neck all the way down to your breasts. He palmed at them, feeling you stiffen beneath his fingers. The noise you made was sinful, even to his heathen ears.

The reality of how he had you, pinned against the stable, withering underneath his touch for all to see had him snapping his hips to your full ones. You were allowing him to touch you like no other man, in a place where every other man could see. Where every other man could see…

The loss of his warmth sent your mind reeling but the desire in his eyes kept you still. ‘Not here. I won’t take you here. Not for your first.’ He was nodding to himself as he said it, convincing himself. You would have let him do anything, take you anywhere he wanted, in any way he wanted. But that didn’t mean you couldn’t tease before you found yourself in his bed.

‘Who said you could take me?’ His smile was bright in the darkness. The sincere happiness in his smile disarmed you, blinded you to the dark mischief that  lingered there, so much so that you hardly noticed him lifting your dress, nor expect the hand that cupped your heat.

‘You will not deny me Y/N.’

He slipped one finger through your folds as he retracted. Not enough to enter you fully but enough that it coated him, and it felt like you had been struck by lighting as he brought it to his lips.

The walk to his bed was filled with lingering touches, at least one of his hands on you the entire way there. Sihtric enjoyed the way peoples eyes followed the two of you, what he intended to do with you clear to every person in the room. Oh, the things he intended to do.

Your body was pressed against his as soon as the door was closed but he didn’t miss the nervousness in your demeanor. It took all his will not to rip your clothes from you, months of torment pushing him to the limit of self-control.

‘Take off your dress.’ The fabric fell to the ground and he would swear for years to come that the Gods could hear his heartbeat as you walked towards him.

You stood just shy of him. Sihtric began roughly pulling at his belts but you placed your hands on his larger ones and resumed the task yourself. He was smiling at you softly with heavy lidded eyes and you couldn’t help but mirror the look. As a warrior the task was well rehearsed but you took your time, each item of clothing removed exposed a new piece of him to explore. Hard ridges and scars littered the pale skin and as you placed his tunic down his hand came to rest on your waist.

It was warm and rough and the very first to touch you there. He would be the first to touch you everywhere and as he laid you down onto the furs you had never been so grateful for the fact that Sihtric Kjartanson couldn’t hold his tongue.

He kissed you again slowly. The weight of his body was foreign but welcomed, safe and exhilarating at the same time. You smiled as he kissed you, his beard tickling you as he worked his way down. He chuckled breathlessly as you squirmed beneath him, deliberately moving his head side to side in the valley of your breasts.

‘Don’t take your eyes from me.’

Sihtric attached his mouth to one nipple while his fingers brushed against the other. The touch was light, his eyes shining as your face grew red. He worked them both, alternating , favouring neither but devouring both.

All too soon his lips were moving south and your legs tightened on instinct. His kisses eased you, your head falling back onto the furs before a light nip to the soft of your thigh had your eyes snapping back to his. His tongue soothed the sting, kissing it gently before he came face to face with your heat. The look you shared was intense, you could hardly see the colour for black in his eyes.

The feeling of his tongue on you was euphoric but came second to the sound he made as he tasted you. It was a deep moan that vibrated straight through you. While the sensation was new it wasn’t long before you relaxed into it, your hips slowly beginning to grind against his face. A silent plea. The familiar coil in your stomach had begun to tighten yet Sihtric never slowed.

His mouth was hot against your clit and his fingers were cold as they slipped into you. One at first but he soon added another. His fingers worked on you without hesitation, simultaneously making your walls stretch and clench.

When the coil in your stomach finally snapped it felt like a white hot heat had spread all over your body. Sihtric’s name fell from your lips again and again. It had never felt this good before.

Your eyes were screwed shut but you could feel the bed dip as Sihtric returned to your side. You could hear him removing his breeches, his breath fanning your neck the only indication of his proximity. It cooled you and set you on fire all at once.

‘You taste sweeter than any ale.’

Your heart skipped a beat at he nipped at your pulse point. He positioned himself back between your thighs and you could feel his manhood against your stomach. You wanted to taste him but Sihtric placed a hand on your wrist as you reached for him. He didn’t try to hide the want in his eyes, nor the tenderness.

‘Another time, my love.’ His love, his love. The words  spun in your head as he entered you. It was a brief distraction from the pain. You could see Sihtric stiffen, his eyes searching yours for any sign that you had changed your mind. Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the hard flesh. A nod was all he needed. Each inch you took from him became easier, breathless moans mixing from parted lips.

Once the initial pain had subsided you kicked yourself for waiting this long. The feel of him stretching you was immense and when he bottomed out you had never felt so full.

The roll of his hips had your name falling from Sihtric’s lips. You could see that he was holding back, his brow was creased in concentration and his jaw twitching repeatedly. The longer you watched him the clearer it became how much he wanted to do right by you. The longer you watched him the clearer it became how much you wanted him to claim you.

When your hips snapped to meet his the pleasure doubled, the friction sending shocks to your overworked bundle of nerves. You didn’t trust yourself to speak, instead you would use your body. Your hands started to wander over the hard muscle of his back, letting your nails dig in where they pleased as he hit that one spot inside you. Each time he would hiss. Each time his thrusts becoming a fraction harder, faster. Curses mixed with the chanting of his name.

It was obvious his resolve was waning, his grip on your hips tightened. Tight enough to bruise. You took his head in your hands, trembling fingers smoothing the wayward hair from his face. He looked down questioningly. You kissed him once harshly, biting and sucking on his pretty bottom lip. Using your heels on the back of his thighs you pulled him in deeper. His body tensed as you broke the kiss.

‘Take me properly. I will not ask twice.’

The growl that erupted from the back of his throat was almost enough to have you cumming there and then. He shifted his position, becoming impossibly deep within you. The force he pounded you with moved your entire body, the linen of the bed meeting the floor as it shifted under you.

The weight of him pinned you to what remained of the bed, sounds of pleasure echoing off the walls. His breath was ragged and you don’t recognise the noises you’re making. His pace was relentless and you could feel another orgasm building. You knew Sihtric could feel you getting close and you clenched around him for good measure.

‘Y/N.’ His tone was dangerous, the tiniest falter in his rhythm giving away his pleasure. You do it again. The small smirk that was beginning to from was wiped from your face as the rough pad of his thumb rubbed harshly at your clit. His touch had you arching from the bed, your chest flush with his.

Your orgasm slammed into you. Sihtric’s name was ripped from you against your own accord and you swear the world melted away as you milked his cock. The feeling of you so tight around him sent Sihtric over the edge and his thrusts slowed as his own high spilled inside of you.

He collapses beside you, sweaty and panting. You couldn’t help the breathless laugh that escaped you, virgin no more.

Sihtric pulled you to his side, enjoying the way you tucked your body into his. Your hands run across his chest, idly toying with his pendant. The silence that followed was not uncomfortable but you broke it anyway.

‘You called me your love. Does this make me your woman?’ Sihtric hummed in response, his head tilting to get a better look at you.

‘Do you object?’ There was no worry on his face, the way you looked at him was enough to settle any reservations he might have had.

‘No. I am yours, and only yours.’ You did not miss the twitch of his cock or the ghost of a smile, nor the mischief in his eyes.

‘It’s a shame, Finan was looking forward to having his way with you.’

[putflowersinmyhair-callmepretty]

The fate of a nun (Finan x OFC); part 5

GENERAL A/N: Hi there! This story is my first attempt to write a fanfiction. English is not my first language, so feel free to let me know how to improve my writing/language skills 😊 I will try and post a chapter per week, let’s see how it goes! The story takes place in season 3 and you will notice that I have used some of the sequences and dialogues from the tv series, changing them to include my OC. I did try not to be too colloquial and informal with my writing -giving the time of the story- but I preferred to make it more enjoyable than realistic, same goes for Finan’s accent. I’m nervous and excited to share my work, hope you enjoy! Bacini, Cate. A/N: Helu! So, this is super late butttttt I’ve been soooo busy with my classes and the translation I’m working on :) This is a filler part, but I find it extremely cute, plus Finan and Aoife are getting closer, my children :’) Have fun reading this. byeeee Summary: The life of the young novice Aoife completely changes when the Lady of Mercia arrives to the Abbey of Wincelcumb. Oaths, battles and love will turn her in a warrior. General warnings: Violence, Blood, Strong Language, Smut, Fluff, Graphic description of violence Chapter’s warning: Fluff fluff fluff, probably bad English? idk Words: 3410 Chapter Four.

Chapter Five: Stories and Returns 

At some point she had passed out; it must have been just minutes because, when she woke up, her face was still wet of tears, and her hair too. She stood up and just yet noticed that she was starving. In the hall, the warriors and the Lady were already eating, and she slid next to Osferth, who shot her a smile and pushed a plate full of bread and cheese in her direction. “How are you feeling?” she asked, and he playfully rolled his eyes. “I’m doing well mum, stop worrying!” He was healing just fine, he could already walk on himself and laugh without pain, but he still had to be careful, wound like his took some time to heal. “Are you all right, Aoife?” Aethelflaed, who had followed their playful banter, asked cautiously. The Lady was sitting right in front of her and she could see how swollen and red Aoife’s eyes were. Anyone could, especially Finan, who was sitting next to Aethelflaed and in front of Osferth. “I’m fine, thank you my Lady. I’m just tired” No one seemed to believe her. Finan leant forward and filled her cup with ale. “Eat and drink. Then we go for a walk.” And so she ate abundantly and slowly, careful not to let anyone see how nervous and trepidant she was to spend some time alone with Finan. What did he want? Had she done something? Had he done something? He stared at her the entire supper with a questioning look, and it did not help the uncomfortable feeling of excitement and fear that was stirring her soul. When she chewed down the last bite, he stood up and, with a little bow to the Lady, left the hall. Aoife shot a questioning look to her friends, who just shrugged with an amazed smile on their faces; Aethelflaed gestured her to follow the warrior and she obeyed swiftly, her heart beating violently against her ribcage. Finan was waiting for her just outside the wooden door and, when the girl reached him, smiled sweetly. For a while, they walked down the streets of Saltwic in silence. It was a nice winter night without wind nor cloud and Aoife enjoyed the cold air on her cheeks and how bright the stars looked. The town was still alive, the torches still burning in the alehouse and the voices loud. People would pass them and bow respectfully, and Aoife would smile to each of them and greet them with a soft “G’night.”; it warmed Finan’s heart. They stopped right next to the town well, facing each other. The stars were reflected in her eyes, the blackest eyes Finan had ever seen. He was used to the clear eyes of Uthred and Sithric and Osferth, that painfully reminded him of his mother’s eyes, but he had never seen such dark eyes, so deep and welcoming. He had to restrain himself from running his thumb over her lashes, which looked as soft as they were long and thick. Aoife was looking back at him, bolder that she would have days before. He hadn’t even noticed that he was chewing on the cross hanging around his neck, something that Aoife had seen him doing before, when he was lost in his thoughts. She found it precious, somehow vulnerable, a very childlike action, so at odds with his mature stance. And he had pretty hands too, with long thin fingers, different from the stubby hands of the Mercians. She was curious to learn where he came from, where his family lived. Had he always been a swordsman? He had the delicate hands of a musician, corrupted by the scars and dirty of his warrior life. There was a specific reason to why he had asked her to walk with him, but now that she was watching him in such a direct, open way, like no one else had ever done before, he could not find the right words to address it. “I never thanked you” he finally croaked, his voice just above a whisper. And she smiled , calmly yet questioning, still watching him boldly. “What for?” “For saving my life” “You don’t have to.” She assured him “It was the right thing to do.” He took her hand in his, succumbing to his own desires. Her skin was not as soft as he remembered, chapped and irritated by the wind and callous were the hilt of the sword would press during her training; on the opposite, her touch was delicate and prudent. He grazed his thumb on her knuckles and smiled, looking at her through his lashes. “Still, you acted like a true warrior and if I’m here today is just because of you. I shall never forget it, Aoife.” Under the dim light of the torches, she blushed and her bottom lip drop slightly, but she didn’t reply. “Also…” he kept going “I apologise if I’ve been too hard on you today.” “What made you think that?” He shrugged “I don’t mean to sound disrespectful, but you look…” he looked her head to toe “distressed.” She averted her gaze, eyes filling with tears. He was pitying her, then. She was too embarrassed to watch him, now, she didn’t have problems with being emotional, but she did not like compassion. “It’s not you, Finan.” She mumbled, her voice shaking “It’s just…” she couldn’t find the words to explain how she was feeling, torn between excitement and guilty, happiness and grieving. She gasped for air and tried to wipe the tears from her face, trying to push herself away from the warrior. But he did not let her step back, fearing that if she left, she would never be so confidently herself with him. He reached her and embraced her without hesitation and, despite her surprise, her body reacted naturally and she hid her face in the crook of his neck. Somewhere, in the back of her mind, she noticed that he smelled of leather and metal, the scent she expected from a warrior, and just behind it she could detect the natural fragrance of his skin, and she loved how intimate that new experience was. The warmth of his body was comforting and welcoming and she couldn’t understand if it was her heart of his beating fast against her skin. He held her tightly, her fingers dipping in his back, and he was not sure where to put his hands, afraid to cross any line, but she smelled so good and her body was so warm that he could not help but melt against her and run his fingers through her hair until her tears stopped. They were ready to let go. The night had fallen long before Osferth decided to retire to his room in the alehouse. He walked slowly, in the cold air of winter. He was enjoying every second of his stay in Saltwic, knowing well how rare moments of peace were for a warrior. His wound was itching, and he picked up his pace, dreaming of his warm bed and the ointment Aoife had prepare precisely for when the healing wound would become too uncomfortable. She was an amazing healer, and he had wondered many times if he would be alive without her help. The well was fairly close, which meant that in less than a minute he would be at the alehouse. And right in front of the well, he witnessed the blossom of a love. Aoife and Finan embraced in the dark. Since that night, Finan had spent most of his time with Aoife. Honestly, he hadn’t had much to do, while she seemed to be always busy; so, he had followed her around for days, helping and amusing her. He had noticed that she was growing bolder every day, quick to answer his remarks. She still blushed, though, and he was proud of how much his words and actions could affect her. He had found himself spending with her every day and thinking about her every night; he knew he was slowly falling in love with the woman and he was trying to fight it. She was young, innocent and inexpert of everything that the world had to offer; she deserved someone just as fresh as her. Even with this knowledge, he could not stop himself from spending all his spare time with her, from thinking about her constantly, from looking for her in every room. Besides, when he tried to stay away from her, she would find him everywhere, with a little pout on her full red lips. “Were you hiding from me, Finan?” she would ask, mocking pain with a hand on her chest and he would smile and bow dramatically in her direction “I was not, milady. I was looking for you.” To assay her, Finan started telling her the most vile stories of his past; he talked about blood and swindles and heartbreaks; and one day, while he was sitting on the fence of the stable and telling her one of his cruellest stories, she ceased grooming her horse and, with a sharp smile, commented “I know what you’re doing, Finan.” “What am I doing, then?” “You’re trying to scare me away. But you’re actually doing the opposite.” she run her hand up and down her mount’s face “Because I know you now, and I know you’re not the man you’re telling me about. Not anymore, at least. I think every one of those stories made you the man you are today, a much better person than you think. I’m no fool, and surely, I’m not as innocent as you think I am. If I’d had the faintest impression that you were not a good person, I would not be here now.” “Are you making a pass at me, dear?” She looked back at him with a gaze so deep he felt naked and, unexpectedly, something that hadn’t done since he was a child happened: he blushed. It infuriated him how much power she had on him, how his body melted right against hers when she snuck between his knees and pressed her hands against his tights. He lowered his face to meet her eyes and she stood on her tiptoes. Was she about to kiss him? Did he want her to? Of course he wanted to kiss her, but was he ready for the consequences? He was aware of how his heart worked, how hardly and quickly he fell in and out of love with a woman; he did not want to hurt her in that way. Yet again, his worrying alone was an indicator of how different what he felt for her was from his previous women; he had never worried for the consequences of his actions before, but here he was now hesitating to kiss the prettiest woman watching him from under her black eyelashes. And he hesitated a moment too long, because when he finally leant towards her, she shot him a feral smile and pushed him down the fence. The last thing Finan heard, before the splashing of his body on horse shit, was Aoife’s crystal laugh. And he was happy. Winter was giving the way to spring slowly but relentlessly, the sun now a little warmer and the days a little longer. That afternoon Finan had joined Aoife at the stream and little white flowers were already sprouting from the snow along the banks, where the temperature was higher, and the first birds were chirping on the branches moved by a delicate wind. All day long, Aoife had been busy with Aethelflaed, Finan had seen them walked down the streets of Saltwic, arm in arm. Now, finally, they were together and he was watching her washing clothes. He didn’t understand how she could dip her hands in the cold water without freezing, but she had assured him that the shock was only temporary and after that, it was almost as if the water was warm. “Tell me something, Finan.” She then requested, while he was adjusting a strand of hair behind her ear. With time they had become physically very closed, always touching each other in some way. “About what?” She stopped to look him in the eyes “I don’t know, something… how did you and Uthred met?” That was a story that many knew, but he still did not feel comfortable in telling it. Yet, Aoife was the one person who made him feel safe, calm, unjudged. If there was someone that could cast away the ghosts of his past, that would be her. He dipped the tip of his finger in the cold water, rippling the surface. “I have done things I am not proud of, Aoife. And some of them had led me to slavery. I have spent winters and summers at the bottom of a ship, rowing and rowing, with the sun and the wind and the snow. I reached a point where I could barely remember who I was, where I came from, why I was there. Then one day Uthred came. He was dressed as a slave, and was rowing as a slave, but there was something behind his eyes that told a whole other story. And somehow, in that hell, we bounded. And when his brother came to the rescue, he did not abandon me, he gave me a reason to live. He still do every day, and I owe him my life. He not only saved me from that ship, but he also brought me back to the man I was, and he gave me a chance to be someone better than that man. And we are bound in ways that no one could ever understand; we have suffered and seen things that no one else could ever understand. That’s why my sword is his, until the day I die. I would give my life for him, my soul for him. He is my brother. My family.” Aoife was holding his hands, he hadn’t even noticed, up until that moment, that she had stopped washing and had knelt in front of him. She caressed his face gently, brushing her cold fingertips against his scars. She had many questions, about his past, his regrets, his fears. She felt as if she knew nothing of him while knowing him deeper than many could say. He was a mystery, with a very dark past, yet he was the person she trusted the most. “Thank you for sharing your story with me, Finan” she whispered softly, and he smiled, leaning in her cold palm and kissing it softly “Thank you for listening, Aoife.” She smiled, returning at her duties. “Your name is Irish too, did you know that?” Finan watched her stiffen, suddenly uncomfortable “I do know that , yes.” Here it was, the thing he couldn’t bear about her: it was easy for him to open with her, he had trusted her entirely in a short period of time, while her, as much as she seemed to enjoy his company, had yet to trust him with her past; and perhaps it was wrong, but he wanted answers to his curiosity, about her family, and the mysterious man who had gifted her with weapons and a horse, and her past; so he kept pushing her. “Was your mother Irish?” She paused “No, Finan.” He was walking down a dangerous path “What’s with that name then?” She looked up at him, with a pained and somehow angry face “You won’t rest until I’ll give you answers, right?” “Indeed, lady.” She sat down with a huff “My mom was in love with an Irish man and wanted to honour him with my name.” “Was he your father?” “Not quite.” Here she was again, reticent woman. Finan had even talked about it with Osferth, with whom Aoife seemed to have bounded and she felt freer talking – Finan at times could not stand how close they were – but the monk too had admitted that he had tried but failed in that same situation. Even Aethelflaed knew nothing, and where a Lady can’t succeed, what are the chances for a warrior to? Therefore, he took what she had offered him, which was a lot considering the previous attempts, and held her hand to his lips, kissing her cold knuckles. “Let’s go back, you’re freezing.” They had walked back in silence, hand in hand. The sun was setting one they entered the hall, where the warriors were enjoying some spare time playing dice and drinking ale. Finan left Aoife with one of his sweetest smiles and joined his companions, while she sat down next to Osferth, who was warming up in front of the fire. “You’re getting closer by the day, aren’t you? By Sunday you’ll be married.” The monk joked, gaining a light kick on the shin; the training had helped her quite a lot with her fighting skills, but, as a result, she had become more violent.“Hey, you should not hit your patients!”“I brought you back to life, I can end it just as easily.” Osferth laughed, wrapping her shoulder with his long, thin arm. He had found himself growing less shy every day and he had now reached a point of ease with Aoife that he had become physical affectionate, a part of him he had hidden successfully during his monk life. Growing up in a monastery, he hadn’t spent much time with people his age, and even now, travelling with Uthred’s warrior, he felt that there was a certain aspect of him that they could not understand. Aoife, on the other hand, had experienced a similar youth and with her he could be himself. By the day, she was becoming more and more a warrior, as was he, but they would always remain children of the church and the type of education they had been raised through was different – if not opposite – to those of the others and for that reason they were bounded as siblings. Finan watched them for long, curious – and somehow jealous – of why they were laughing. He had noticed that everyone adored Aoife, she had the singular power of making people at ease. As far as he knew her, and it wasn’t much, she seemed without flaws. However, based on his experience, he knew it could not be possible and he feared the day he would discover her darkest side. For now, though, he decided to join them and hope that their contagious laughs would heal his restless soul. Enjoying some peace after years of battles and death was a gift, he was aware of it, but he would never stop being a warrior and he missed the clanking of swords and the stench of blood, sweat and fear. He missed the shivers of excitement running down his spine on the battlefield, and the surreal, still silence that followed a bloodshed. Yet, he was torn between the past he knew, living day by day without the certainty of a tomorrow, and this new routine of enjoy sweet talks and long walks with Aoife. Somewhere, in the back of his mind, he knew that he did not care for the fresh air, nor for the starry night, he just cared for the lady standing next to him under that dark sky. For now, however, he did not have to choose, and he grabbed three cups and joined his friends. “Why are we laughing?” he asked, dropping heavily next to Aoife, who shot him a bright smile. “Just threating Osferth, here.” she answered cheerfully, accepting the ale he was offering. “Oh, I do like this game.” “No you do not!” Osferth huffed, sipping his ale “Just let me be, I’m still recovering.” Finan had a sharp reply on the tip of his tongue but he was interrupted by hooves drumming outside; with the heart beating in his throat he jumped up, running to the window. “What is it?” Osferth asked. “You mean, who is it” Finan smiled, looking outside “Osferth.” He then called urgently, in his tone a happiness and thrill Aoife had never heard. He was not quick enough to reach the door and it opened from the outside, bringing in the room cold wind and smell of horses. And then here he was, wrapped in furs and covered in snow, his sword standing proudly against his back, the widest, proudest smile on his gorgeous face. Uthred of Bebbanburg was back. Chapter Six.

[onesaltyhunter]

Hidden Beneath the Night Sky

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P. 1

Werewolf!Sihtric x reader

Warnings: A bit of gore, kind of fluffy, slight mentions of smut but it was never written outright

Summary: (Y/N) has been a bounty hunter, killing people all over Europe for riches. After reaching Southern England, she comes across a city, Coccam, looking for work.

Also go ahead and send me some prompts for these x reader thingies!

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It was like any other day in Coccham. The sounds of the river's rapids crashed against the edges of the body of water, as Uhtred, Finan, and Sihtric began to drank ale as the sun began to rise from the other side of the sky. It was quiet for once. Still, there was no no news of the Dane army, which would make the mood seem calm and peaceful, but at the same time, they were troubled. What if the Dane army marched south without notice?

"Lord Uthred!" A man yelled as he ran into the dining hall. "Lord Uhtred!"

"Yes, what is it you need?" Uhtred perked up at the sound of his name being called, and looked back at Sihtric and Finan, who seemed too drunk to care.

"There is a woman at the gate! She claims to be a mercenary!" The man replied, flailing his arms about.

The mention of a mercenary seemed to finally catch Sihtric and Finan's attention.

"What if they are here to kill you lord?" Finan unsheathed his sword. "We must be ready!"

"We will talk with her, nothing more, nothing less." The doors of the dining hall swung open as Uhtred ran out of it, with Sihtric and Finan trailing not to far behind. "Is she alone?'

"Yes I believe so lord." The man nodded before following the three to the front of Coccham.

"Open the gate!" Uhtred yelled as a few men pulled the gates open.

The girl was mounted upon a beautiful black horse. A few tattoos were clearly visible on her (dark/medium/light) toned skin. None of which seemed to be Danish, which happened to be a good sign. But it did seem as if she was heavily armoured, which meant that she could be hiding multiple weapons.

"Who are you, lady?" Uhtred stood still with his arms crossed. "And what is your business here in Coccham?"

"I am (Y/N) (L/N) of Wessex." She dismounted her horse and made sure that her sword was sheathed completely. "Are you Uhtred of Bebbanburg?"

"It depends, are you here to kill me?" He replied as Finan and Sihtric looked at each other.

"No lord." (Y/N) rubbed her horse's head and it neighed softly. "I am here looking for work. The mercenary life has not been to kind to me."

"Mercenaries usually have something to prove that they are what they say they are lord." Finan whispered to Uhtred as he turned around. "Do you have proof of previous contracts my lady?"

"Indeed I do sir!" (Y/N) reached for a pouch on her horse's saddle and pulled out a paper with red circles on it and held it out. "And since none of you lot have met me before, I assume you want to send someone out here to retrieve this for you."

"Sihtric, go." Uhtred shoved him a bit as Sihtric sighed.

The young Dane walked out of Coccham, and every time he stepped closer to the woman, he seemed to realize that she was even more beautiful close up. Her (y/e/c) eyes shined in the sunlight as she waited for him to retrieve the paper. Sihtric softly grasped the paper out of her hand and stared at her. (Y/N)'s hair was tied up, out of her face as she patted her horse on the head even more. After being mesmerized merely by her eyes and hair, her look seemed to turn aggressive quite quick.

"Are you going to... Bring that to him?" She asked licking her lips to prevent them from cracking the next time she spoke.

But that action made a chill run down Sihtric's spine, giving him thoughts he hasn't had in a long time.

"Uh, of course, yes my lady!" Sihtric awkwardly smiled as he ran back to Uhtred and Finan, who were trying to hide their grins by turning to each other.

"What are these?" Uhtred asked the two as he ran his hands over the giant red circles with symbols on them.

"They're seals of kings and queens lord!" Finan's jaw dropped as he laid eyes on the paper. "That lady has killed for more riches that we have gained in our entire life!"

"Should we be wary of her actions then?" Sihtric whispered, still glancing every once in a while at the girl.

"No, if she killed for kings and queens, she had to be trusted." Uhtred turned back around. "(Y/N)! What type of work are you looking for?"

"Anything where I get to kill someone." (Y/N) yawned as she stretched her arms, which made Sihtric bite his tongue in order not to say or do anything.

"How are we to trust you now?" Finan shouted and (Y/N) pulled out each and every one of her swords and daggers before sticking them into the earth. Then she set her bow on the ground, alongside her arrows and a bag of berries before Sihtric and Finan went to collect those things from her.

"Don't eat any of the berries. They're all poisonous." She looked at Finan with a serious glare.

"May I ask why you have them with you then?" He replied, twisting the cloth bag to seal it as much as possible.

"I crush them up and cover the tips of my arrows with them." (Y/N) brushed a bug off of her shoulder. "Makes them more deadly when you hit someone with them. Shooting someone in a leg with one of them could leave them mortally wounded."

Sihtric stood up and his different coloured eyes met with her (y/e/c) ones. He opened his mouth to say something and no words escaped it. Part of him wanted her so bad. He had not even had a real conversation with her and deep down, he wanted to be with her, right now. But the other part knew that liking someone right now, in this time of uncertainty could be a potential threat, to her and himself.

After Sihtric and Finan brought all of the weapons to Uhtred, he signaled for (Y/N) to be brought into Coccham. She slowly approached the town as her horse followed her. The townsfolk simply stared at her and hid their children. The last few women that Uhtred had brought into Coccham seemed to unsettle the people. Skade, the seer, was not a fantastic fighter, yet she terrified people. But (Y/N) was a mercenary, and her proof of fufilled contracts for kings and queens all over Europe made the girl seem aggressive, and powerful; something that almost made her Uhtred's equal.

"You can put your horse in the stables. The people will make sure it is well watered and fed." He pointed to the wooden stables that were on the verge of decaying.

"And luckily for you, we have a decent sized house in the back corner of Coccham!" Finan smiled, still seemingly drunk as he turned to look at Sihtric. "Right next to the home of this rat-boy here!"

"Finan." Sihtric mumbled and growled simultaneously, as he punched him in the shoulder. "Be quiet."

"Sure thing lover-boy!" Finan replied, laughing hard as (Y/N) kept a stern look on her face.

"The day is coming to an end. Would you like to join us for some ale my lady?" Uhtred asked kindly as (Y/N) led her horse into the stables.

"Of course." (Y/N) said as she took off her leather armor in order to feel more comfortable in her normal clothes. "Just a fair warning, I drink a lot. And I mean, a lot."

"I like her already!" Finan patted Uhtred on the back as he carried his bag of (Y/N)'s weapons to the alehouse.

Sihtric searched through his bag of her weapons and he stopped as he lifted up a large dagger, about the size of his forearm. His finger began to trace the broad end of the blade and it felt as if it had burned his skin the instant the touched it. He hissed and turned his hand over and saw the giant red mark it had left on his index finger.

"May I ask what your weapons are made of (Y/N)?" Sihtric dropped the dagger back in the bag and immediately twisted it to seal it.

"Three of my larger daggers are made of pure silver, one of my swords is of pure silver, the other is of steel, and the other three of my daggers are of steel." She said as she walked next to him, following Uhtred and Finan to the alehouse. "Oh and the arrowheads are made of silver."

"How much money do you have my lady?" Finan turned around, his eyes widening. "A sword of pure silver is worth more than Wessex itself!"

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"I don't actually know. I do not really care for the money." (Y/N) mumbled, running a hand through her hair to push a few strands out of her face.

"You kill for pleasure then?" He responded jokingly and (Y/N) rolled her eyes. "A sadistic woman, in Coccham? You must be a girl just like Skade then!"

"Compare me to that whore again and I shall have you nailed to a tree with your entrails hanging out of your stomach." She growled, clenching her fists behind her back for no one to see. Then she looked back up at Sihtric, who held a chuckle within a smile plastered across his face.

"May I say, (Y/N), you are one fierce woman." Sihtric glanced down at her and she seemed to have sneaked in a smile.

"Thank you, uh..."

"Sihtric."

"Look at them! The two have finally learned each others names, what will be next? One of you takes the other to their bed?" Uhtred chuckled at Finan's comment and (Y/N) shot him an angry glare.

"I'd rather have my soul dragged through every part of hell, and have it brought back into my body." (Y/N) followed her statement up with a mumble as she slightly turned her head to Sihtric once more. "No offense, you seem like a kind man."

Sihtric flashed a quick smile at her before turning is attention to the yelling of near the gate of Coccham.

"Wolf! There's a wolf!" A woman yelled, grabbing her child and running from the front of the town. "God save us all!"

"Men, ready your swords!" Uhtred said as Finan and Uhtred dropped the bags of weapons they were carrying. Finan was the first to draw his blade, then Uhtred, and as Sihtric began to pull his out of its sheathe, (Y/N) placed a hand on his chest, giving him a small push.

"Lower all of your blades! It is my wolf and if you even dare cut a hair on him, I will send all of you to the depths!" (Y/N) slowly approached the wolf with dark fur and red-orange eyes. It barked and began to lick her face. "I'm grateful you found me Judas."

"You have befriended a wild beast?" Sihtric asked from a medium distance, tilting his head slightly.

"Not all wild beasts are terrible." She responded, petting the wolf who began to lay on its back.

"You named your wolf 'Judas'? Jesus lady, if you weren't unholy, I wouldn't know what you were." Finan shook his head and picked up his bag.

Judas approached Sihtric immediately and began to walk through and around his legs. The wolf sat in front of him and the two locked eyes. Sihtric's flashed a bright orange that no one else noticed. To distract from the staring, he started to pet the wolf and it began to nuzzle his hand. As Sihtric stood back up, Judas began to pant and he seemed to have a smile across his face as his ears drooped down.

"Are you having a moment with the devil-dog?" Finan's voice seemed to go an octave higher. "We can leave you alone."

"Judas is a very beautiful wolf, (Y/N)." Sihtric glanced at the approaching girl, completely ignoring Finan's comments.

The wolf replied with a quiet and soft howl.

"He says thank you." (Y/N) chuckled, approaching the alehouse with the three.

●~♡~●

Within minutes, Finan and Uhtred were drunk to the point where they could barely walk. (Y/N) had already drank nine cups of ale, and she seemed just fine. But Sihtric had not even laid a finger on his cup. He would just think, as his eyes followed her wherever she went. The small scars around her eyes, the way she let her hair down, it seemed as if he watched her every move, and noticed every single detail of her. Sihtric began to bite his tongue again. As Finan wrapped an arm around (Y/N) jokingly, the two began to laugh harder and harder. He hit his hand against the table as the two kept on talking.

Judas walked around the bench and eventually stuck his head between Finan and (Y/N), staring at Sihtric who had his teeth gritted as he rested his cheek on his fist, softly stabbing the table with his own dagger.

"I must go." He shook his head before stabbing the bench a final time and leaving the tip of the blade in it.

"What is the matter with him?" (Y/N) slid her cup forward on the table.

"I wish I knew, lady." Finan sipped the last of his ale. "He does this whenever he gets angry. Just, up and leaves us."

"I think he likes you, my lady." Uhtred butted in, pulling the dagger out of the table.

"I can't tell if what you just said means I'm too drunk, or not drunk enough." (Y/N) signaled for Judas to take a seat on the other side of the bench, and he obeyed. "I can't tell if you haven't noticed, but I do not have the best personality. There are many other women that seem to be much more kind than me."

Finan and Uhtred chuckled, and Judas rested his head on the table. The two approached the front of the alehouse for more ale and (Y/N)'s eyes went wide. The boy, Sihtric, who seemed to only be a couple years older than her: she had seen him before, or at least, someone who looked much like him. Finan was the first to come back to the table, as his drunken laughter grew louder as he came nearer.

"By any chance, was Sihtric at Dunholm?" (Y/N) raised a brow at him as he slid Judas a bowl of milk, who in return growled softly.

"He was born and raised there I believe. Didn't leave until he was sent to bring Uhtred to his father." Finan's words all seemed to slur in to one, but she understood him well enough. "Nice wolfie." He smiled, trying to pet Judas who was calmly licking the milk out of the bowl.

"Judas, stay here please. I'm going to have a nice chat with Dunholm boy." She stood up, fixing her clothes as Judas whimpered and seemed to shake his head. "You'll be fine. If this place goes to shit, you can track me to find out where I am."

Sihtric stood in front of his house, his face resting in his palms. Why did it feel as if he knew her? (Y/N) just seemed too familiar. But that was not the matter. He hated how Finan wrapped his arm around her, and how his jokes made her smile instantly. Sihtric had managed to make a couple jokes, both of which backfired and ended up with an insult back at him. What if Finan was trying to make (Y/N) his lady? Sihtric bit his tongue by accident and blood started to run down his mouth like a waterfall. He raised a finger to his canines and the teeth next to them, all of which had become very sharp.

"Fuck." He looked around to see if anyone saw him, and no one was there. "Now is not the time for this." Sihtric ran over to the stream that was illuminated by the surrounding torches. Looking at himself in the water's reflection, his eyes began to glow a bright orange and his teeth had significantly sharpened, as well as grown in size.

<==flashback time==>

"Lord Kjartan! There is a girl at the front gates! Looks to be a warrior!" One of Dunholm's men approached him, smirking. "Is she ours, lord?"

"Open the damn gates!" Kjartan roared and startled the two guards waiting there. "I called upon a mercenary to kill a Saxon Lord. If this is her, and she is here, she has his head as we have to pay her."

"Pay her? Is she Saxon, lord?" The man whispered quietly, trying to not look suspicious.

"She is the child of a Saxon woman who pledged her allegiance to us Danes, as well as the child of a Danish warlord. She is well respected and I will not allow this woman to be treated as an object, do you hear me, men?" Kjartan scoffed as he approached the girl who rode in on her dark horse. "(L/N)+dottir! What a pleasant surprise! Do you have it?"

The girl threw a head of a man, whose face still kept the look of fear when he died, on the ground in front of her horse.

"Lord Aelred of Northern Wessex. Sent to the bowels of Hel itself." She dismounted her horse and she looked behind her to see a group of four Saxon mounted soldiers charging at her. " I seem to have some company lord. "

The girl reached for her bow and fired two arrows, each one hitting a soldier between the eyes, blood dripping down the edges of the spot where the arrow had struck them. Kjartan signaled for every Dane to hold their ground and for them to keep their swords in their sheathes. The girl then drew one sword and one dagger. One soldier approached her and she blocked his first attempt to slice her chest. The block knocked him off balance and she kept her stance, slicing his neck in a straight line with her sword. Then, she sighed and pulled her bow back out slowly and calmly walking back in the fortress with a sigh.

"Watch ou-" A man about her age yelled, trying to tell her of the Saxon running towards her on horseback.

But before he could even start his sentence, without even looking, the girl shot an arrow at his head which struck him in his forehead. Murmurs quickly rushed over the crowd of Danish soldiers.

"Kjartan, with the 200 pieces of silver, I request a stay here in Dunholm, for the next few days." She shot a glance at the man who tried to warn her of the attacker.

"Of course. There is a private living area up there where that boy is." Kjartan said, pointing to a door near the man she was looking at. "No men will bother you there, and the slaves will take care of anything you need. And if any of these men bother you in any way during your stay here, you may kill them. Except that one, my son Sven. Just hit him until he falls unconscious."

The girl replied with a respectful nod.

"Also, tell your mother and father that they did a fine job training you."

"Thank you lord. I will indeed."

Hours passed and she decided to stay at the alehouse for a victory drink. After getting her cup of ale, she looked around for somewhere to sit. Every table was full except the one with the dark-eyed boy from earlier. He sat there, playing with his fingers, hoping the other men wouldn't notice him.

"Hello beautiful, care to join us?" A man with a beard and an eyepatch laughed, getting closer to her.

"I'd rather crucify myself." She replied, punching him in the face when he tried to put his hand on her waist.

The girl sat next to the boy with dark eyes and he looked up at her.

"Thanks for the warning earlier." She smiled reaching her hand out for him to shake.

"It did not look like you really needed it." He chuckled quietly, shaking her hand.

"I'd rather be safe than sorry." She replied, sipping her ale. "I am (Y/N) (L/N)dottir, and you are?"

"Sihtric, my lady, Sihtric Kj-" He paused, still ashamed of his relation to Kjartan, he took a big sip of ale to wash down all of his regrets.

"Oh, you, um..." (Y/N) knew he was one of Kjartan's bastard sons. Word had gotten around that Kjartan had multiple children after spending too much time with the Saxon slaves. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Sihtric took a deep breath, looking around the room of drunken men laughing and yelling at each other.

"Do you want me to leave you?"

"The last thing I would want to be is alone right now." He flashed his different colored eyes at (Y/N), as well as a small, polite smile.

Little did he know that he would spend almost every minute, of every day with her for the next few days. Whether it may have been eating a meal, or simply laying in bed next to each other, they loved every second of it. (Y/N) got to know more about this kind boy, sweet, and loving Sihtric. But after four days had passed, it was time to search for another contract.

The sunlight broke through a small crack in the ceiling and hit

(Y/N) right in the eye. She turned to see Sihtric, who had seemingly cuddled closer to her with her every move. Even the slightest motion, such as moving her leg, would tighten the grip of his hug on her.

"My love, you are awake already? It is still early." He nuzzled her neck and earned a quick peck on the lips.

"Sihtric-" (Y/N) sat up in bed staring at the floor, too nervous to even look him in the eye. "I have to leave today."

"Already?" Sihtric sat up beside her and held her hand. "Can't you stay here, in Dunholm?"

"This is no place for a woman." She paused abruptly and turned towards him. "This is also no place for a kind and loving man such as yourself. How would you like to join my father's army?"

"As much as I would, my love, I cannot. One day, I must free all of the Saxon slaves here in Dunholm. They are innocent and do not deserve such treatment." He squeezed her hand a bit, remembering the death of his mother. "I plan to defect to the Saxon army."

"I see that we both have our plans."

"Mhm."

"At least they are not too contradicting. I plan to return to mainland Europe to complete more contracts." (Y/N) stood up and Sihtric did as well. "But you will always be in my mind, Sihtric. So I believe this is goodbye."

"You will always be my woman."

"And you will always be my man."

<==fin.==>

Sihtric heard footsteps sloshing in the mud behind him. And the person's scent was too hard to forget.

"You will always be my woman." He composed himself, his sharp teeth retracting, and his eyes reverting back to his normal green and brown.

"And you will always be my man." (Y/N) chuckled, yawning soon after. "I'm glad we remembered each other, even if it's so very late in the day. Speaking of late in the day, why are you out here?"

"I was overwhelmed with anger when it looked as if you loved Finan."

"My feelings for you have not changed, Sihtric." (Y/N) smiled, wondering why he seemed so troubled, by something else. "It has been years since we have last spoken, though."

"It has." He stood up, approaching her with a lustful look. "And it has been too long, my love."

Sihtric smashed his lips against hers, and even though she was stricken by surprise, she kissed him back. His hand found its way around her waist as his tongue snaked its way into her mouth. What was once a kiss became a battle for dominance. (Y/N) was the one to forfeit this fight.

"What are we doing?" She chuckled, staring into Sihtric's eyes which immediately flashed orange.

(Y/N) began to back away, and the sound that escaped Sihtric's mouth was similar to that of a whimper. She didn't look as if she was fearful though, she looked angry. Sihtric still did not know what happened until (Y/N) reached for something in her left boot. What she pulled out was a large silver dagger, about the same size as the ones that Finan and Sihtric collected from her earlier.

"Tell me (Y/N), are you a hunter of men, or something else?" Sihtric asked with a voice that seemed to go an octave lower than usual.

"I am a mercenary, Sihtric." (Y/N) flipped her dagger in her hand, fixing her stance. " I am also a warrior of the people. The people your kind kill. "

Sihtric stood still, his body not stiffening with anger in any way.

"You are a hunter then." He replied softly, still not showing any signs of aggression . "If killing me is what you must do-" Sihtric knelt down, his eyes never leaving hers. " Then do it. "

"How many have you killed, Kjartansson?" She asked, her face still flushed with a mix of emotions. "Tell me!"

"One." He exhaled sharply and saw (Y/N)'s doubtful expression.

"The day I turned into this, I killed a Saxon soldier, and fed on his remains. Ever since then, I have only fed on creatures of the forest. That is also why I came out here, to the woods. I am far enough from the people, and I can eat."

"I want to believe you." (Y/N)'s arms started to shake as she came closer and closer to him. "I just cannot."

Sihtric's heart sunk, seeing her like this. It was the first time he had seen her in a decade and this time, looked to be the last time he'd see her. He has heard of hunters: people highly trained in the art of killing monsters just like him. Sihtric glanced at the blade and memories began to rush back to his head.

The blood spurting out of every one of the man's wounds as he tore the innocent man apart. The screams, and how he prayed for God to take care of his family when he was gone. And in that point of time, Sihtric felt no remorse, no emotion, just hunger.

But there were more memories, similar to that situation, but with different people. How could he just remember this now? It had seemed as if he had ended the lives of almost sixty people.

His stern look immediately changed as he was on the verge of breaking into tears. Sihtric tried his best to hold it in, but he could not. His legs gave out and he was eventually sitting on the ground.

"Oh by the gods, there were more! So many more!" Sihtric managed to say through choked sobs, before grabbing (Y/N)'s when she was in a close range. "Please kill me now. Please I cannot live with what I have done. I do not deserve Valhalla, I deserve the depths of Hel, or even Niflheim."

There was a pause between the two, a silence only filled by the running water of the stream.

"Sihtric, you have exhibited what most of your kind cannot." (Y/N) slowly slid her dagger back in her boot.

"And what is that, my love?"

"Remorse, love, and your overall capability to cry."

"Meaning?"

"You are not a threat, Sihtric. You are special, and because of that, I cannot kill you."

"Is that not against the hunters' code?"

"It's not against mine."

After the dagger was fully away, (Y/N) sat down next to Sihtric and laid her head on his shoulder. He turned to face her and immediately scooped her up into his arms. (Y/N) was now sitting on his lap, as she tried to break the space between them. She laid her upper body against his, and he looked down at her, wiping some of his own tears away. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her as close to himself as possible.

But Sihtric immediately turned his head in the direction of incoming footsteps.

"Someone is coming." He growled softly, his hold on (Y/N) tightening by the second. "And they smell like a dog."

Out of a large bush, came Judas running and barking playfully.

"Hey, Judas!" (Y/N) said as the wolf sat beside her and Sihtric. "Do not look so surprised that I am with someone."He

"Why do you talk to it as if it was a person?" Sihtric asked, raising a brow.

"Judas is another that has broken the hunters' code for me." She replied with a smile as the wolf's look stiffened.

"Judas is a man?"

"Judas is my brother."

The wolf began to bare its teeth as (Y/N) mentioned it.

"Relax, Judas, Sihtric here is just like you." She looked up at Sihtric, who flashed his orange eyes and Judas did the same in return.

"He is quite small for one of my kind." Sihtric mumbled, staring at the wolf who began to pant and raise his tail.

"Most wolves are like this. How large are you when you turn?"  (Y/N) moved her hand from her thigh, to Sihtric's knee and Judas placed his paw on top.

"About the size of two men, and I walk on two of my legs. Unless I am running, then I use my arms and legs to gain speed." Sihtric replied and even Judas' eyes went wide before staring at him.

"You're an Alpha." She replied, Sihtric's puzzled look plastered across his face. "And perhaps, one of the most wanted men by hunters in Wessex."