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Vagabond | The Last Kingdom

A 21st-century woman is thrust into the past, where she meets Uhtred, a formidable warrior. She joins his band of warriors forming unbreakable bonds. Along the way, she finds herself drawn to Finan the Agile and the lines between friendship and something deeper blur with each passing moment.

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Wessex Metalworks pt. 1 || Modern AU (FinanXReader)

Wessex Metalworks; a booming industrial building providing most of the steel, iron, and aluminum for the south of England. There were tons of employees, one of which was you: y/n. You were Alfred’s personal assistant and secretary. You had been on with him for about two years now. You had a bunch of friends in the office, including Alfred’s daughter Aethelfled who worked in the payroll department, and Gisela, the wife of one of the metalworkers, named Uhtred. She worked in HR.

However, most of your friends were a group of men working in the factory with the metal itself downstairs. Uhtred, Sihtric, Osferth (who was always teased for being the new guy), and Finan.

Now, Uhtred was the foreman, so you saw him the most, being Alfred’s courier downstairs and all. But the fellas liked you, you weren’t a prim and proper girl, and usually on the weekends they asked you to accompany them to pubs and movie nights and such. You figured mostly as a companion for Gisela. But you were happy to be there -- because Finan was there.

Finan was a tall, muscular, bearded Irishman. His accent was to die for. He was cheeky, funny, sweet, intelligent, and strong in all the best ways. He had quickly become your best mate at work, which you were happy and unhappy for; because you were in love with him. Finan regularly texted, and called you up to see if you wanted to come over and watch films or go out to eat, you figured something must be building between you. And you gave into it. You allowed yourself to feel as warm and as safe and as comfortable with him as you continued to spend time with him, daydreaming about holding his hand - kissing those lips. And when he said your name? It sounded like the most perfect thing in the world.

But this was all six months ago.

You hadn’t much spoken to Finan in months, oh you did enough to still maintain a friendship. And you went out with the guys in a group. But everything had changed the day a new woman began working in HR; Eadith.

Eadith was a slightly older woman with fiery red hair, she was beautiful, kind, a little cold around the edges. But you could tell she was a woman who came from money, she dressed like she came from money.

One day, as you were leaving for the day, Finan ran up and smiled, “Hey-a y/n!”

Turning around with a beaming smile you chuckled, “Hey Fin.”

“Pizza tonight? I got a great scary movie you’ll die.”

You laughed, “Finan you know i dont like scary movies!”

“Yeah but y/n its a GREAT movie! You know I wouldn’t suggest if I didn’t think you’d love it.”

You rolled your eyes, “You have dirt all over your face you know that right?” You motioned to his handsome features - his eyes crinkled with happiness.

“Come ‘round at 6.” He smirked and winked, before running off to catch up with Sihtric as they headed to the car park.

Sighing you smiled, you couldn’t wait, another night alone with Finan. You’d just seen him the day before going bowling with the gang. You imagined his soot-covered face all the way home. You wore something cute - but not too cute-- and headed to your car to drive to Finan’s flat. Getting out you knocked on the door and heard heavy footsteps, “There y’are! God man, its six o’ four, figured ye stood me up.” He smirked.

“Stand you up?” You laughed.

“Come on in, pizza’s on the way already. Ordered from tha place ye like.”

“Oooh how considerate of you.” You laughed and hugged him when he stepped in for one. He smelled spicy, masculine, you could swear you were going to swoon.

Walking into the kitchen he motioned, “Oi make yerself at home-- want a beer?”

“Yeah alright.” Smiling you took off your shoes and sat on his sofa. You yawned a bit, “Good thing its Friday, huh? I was really getting burned out this week.”

He chuckled and came, sitting beside you, “You? All you do is type all day, I gotta stand in front’a three thousand degree furnaces!”

“Well whose fault is that.” You stuck out your tongue.

“Yer a right git.” He smirked, pulling you close, “Hey-- I have a question I gotta ask ye.”

Your heart thumped in your ears, a question? Was this it? Was Finan going to ask you to be his girl? Gisela and Aethelfled said no guy hangs out with a girl that much unless there’s something going on. Wetting your lips you nodded, “Oi go ahead then.”

He sighed and fiddled with the label on his beer, “Okay. So. I need advice, big time. How do I ask out Eadith without making it weird?”

Blood rushed in your ears. You could feel a knife sinking into your stomach, slowly twisting. You couldn’t breathe- you needed to get out of here. But you just got here, there was no way to go.

“Y/n? What do you think? I mean-- if you were getting asked out, how would you want someone to ask?”

“I-I don’t know Fin- no ones asked me out before. I- well I dont know.”

He rolled his eyes and chuckled, “I mean just imagine they did! I mean -- is asking her for coffee too... casual?”

“Why don’t you ask her for dinner?” You said trying to sound as normal as possible.

“Oof. That’s a little heavy handed isn’t it? Dinner?” He thought about it, rubbing his beard, “Well if we get off work the same time - I could ask her if she wanted to grab a bite right?”

“Yeah, yeah you should just do that.”

“Think so? I mean, she’s just so damn beautiful. And i can’t get a read on her, you know? Sometimes I feel like I’m just rubbish at picking up signals.”

You thought you were going to throw up, “Yeah. Ask her for dinner after work Monday. I’m sure she’ll say yes, why wouldn’t she.” It wasn’t a question. You knew she probably wouldn’t turn him down. He was... god he was everything to you, but apparently you weren’t anything to him.

He pulled you close, kissing the side of your head, “You really are my best mate, y/n.”

“What are best mates for.” You said, feeling hollow. You stayed and watched the film, but you sat away from Finan more than usual. You were more quiet than usual. Finan must have chalked it up to you being tired.

When you left, he hugged you tight, and said, “Goodnight, talk to you soon.”

You nodded and walked away to your car.

And cried the whole weekend.

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Come monday morning. You sat in your car at lunch, you left late, you didn’t see anyone. You didn’t want to see anyone. Alfred was pleased you were working so diligently. You were pleased you didn’t see much of Finan.

But this was six months ago...

(to be continued)

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At Arm’s Length

Pairing: FinanxReader

Word Count: 1869

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, Violence, Season 3 Spoilers, Break Up, Making up, Kissing, Mentions of Sex, 

The pub was full to burst after the most recent victory, won of course by the Coccham crew. The smell of spilt ale and the sweat of men invades all your senses as you’re trying to make your way through the crowd. The men were everywhere and by the Gods it felt like another war just trying to reach your intended target. Alas, all wars must end, and you can finally see the men of the hour before you. The Lord Uhtred with his ever present smile, Sihtric who though usually more subdued is now snorting like a pig with laughter, and there he was. Finan, with all his big smiles and booming laughter that seeps the anger from your bones like water through a sieve, but you were not going to be so easily swayed. Not tonight. Not after the long months since you last saw him. He had crossed you for the last time and for the love of all things, you had had quite enough. The long brooding nights plotting your revenge nay justice, you took into account the effect he had on you. No matter. You’d waited for far too long and suffered through too many sleepless nights to let this go unpunished. 

You paced the floor of your house, only breaking for brief moments to stare incredulously at him before resuming. 

“You’ll wear a hole in the floor, woman. Sit down.” He’d said more exasperated than you’d ever seen him. You stared at him incredulously. Sit? He wanted you to sit? He’d just settled the most unnerving news upon you and he wanted you to sit? Was he out of his mind? You felt like if you sat down right now, your boiling blood might start to poor out of your ears. 

“How can you possibly ask me to sit down, knowing what you said?” you fumed “How can you sit down knowing what you said?” 

“It’s a matter of perspective, really…” he said just loud enough for you to hear. With the way his shoulders slumped you could tell he was tired, and possibly a little relieved to get this off his chest. 

“Perspective?” you scoffed now, hardly hearing yourself with the blood pumping in your ears “ You’ve just told me you’re leaving me with no explanation other than you ‘can’t stay’? You expect me to accept that? I have given you everything I possibly could. And you’re just going to walk away from me, from us, without a backward glance? Do you have anything to say for yourself?” 

Finan rises from his seat and takes a few broad strides to meet you, barely a foot away. A part of you wants to reach out and caress his face; pretend that this is just some nightmare and forget it ever happened. Another part of you wants to reach out and smack him. Beat him until some idea of sense enters his dense skull and he sees that what he’s doing is a mistake. Neither option would yield any good, so you keep your hands to your sides with your hands balled into tight fists; knuckles going white and nails biting into skin. For just a moment, he looked like he was going to touch you. Wrap you into his arms just like he always used to. Run his hand over your hair and whisper into your ear how everything was going to be okay. Then his face hardened, as if making a decision, and he states his case plainly:

“What we had, it was all a lie. A way to keep my bed warm at night without wasting all my coin at the whorehouse. I wish you had never trusted me. I wish I could just magically become a better person but I can’t. I’m not a good man, (Y/N). The sooner you realize that, the better.” 

He left shortly after that, leaving you to spill every tear you had and more into your pillow that night. Within the next weeks, your pain and sadness and loss had turned to rage. You were not going to take this lying down. You were going to take back your pride and self worth, even if you had to pry it from his cold dead hands. 

And there he was, with all his pompous stance and complete disregard for anybody around him save for his precious Lord. No more. You didn’t even bother speaking. He didn’t even see you as you grabbed his armour by the scruff of the neck and dragged him out. 

“Woah, woah there” he slurred drunkenly “If you wanted to bed me so badly you could have just said so instead of-” he starts, but the words die on his lips when he sees you. Your name slips from his lips softly, as if he were surprised to see you. You scoff, watching his as he sobers considerably. 

“What are you-”

“What am I doing here? What am I going to do?” you retort, mocking him severely. You had dragged him from the alehouse to a grassy clearing near the city’s walls. It was dark already, what with winter coming on, and you could see the heavy fall of his breath in the air from the cold. 

“I’m here for a damned better explanation than that which you gave. And if you won’t offer one willingly, I’ll beat it out of you”. It was his turn to snicker, as if he thought that you weren’t capable of such a thing. Beyond any limits and blind to everything but your pain and anger, you swung at him, leaving a small cut from the ring you wore. When he recovered from the force of it, he shot you a look of pure surprise and you took this opportunity to slap him again, this time backhanded, and he nearly falls to the floor. You watch him as he stumbles over his feet, trying to regain his balance. Too angry to care that it felt like beating a defenseless child, you kicked him, finally tipping him over his center of gravity and sending him face first into the dirt. He groaned, a curse falling from his split lip as he tries to push himself up. Your breathing was laboured, your hands hurt from the force of the blows you’d landed on him, and you considered kicking him now, as he struggled to rise, but thought better of it. It was more satisfying to see his face when you struck him anyways. 

“Get up!” you yelled “Get up and look at what you’ve caused! There was no reason for you to do what you did, but you did it anyways! I demand an answer!” You screamed hoarsely. As he managed to right himself enough to sti in the grass, you went to hit him again but stopped mid-swing. 

“I had no choice!” 

Your arm fell to your side. No choice? No Choice?! “There is always a choice, you blithering idiot!” you scream.

“Have you not seen what happened to Uhtred? What happened to Beocca? Men like us don’t get to have wives and live happily ever after! We don’t deserve that happiness that is so easily granted to others. I’ve witnessed Uhtred lose a good woman, and know that he has lost two others. I refuse to watch as the same thing happens to me!” he says. He’d started off shouting, but finished in a broken, quiet voice “ I can’t; Not after all that I’ve already lost”. 

The anger and sorrow that you’d held onto for the past months leaves you with your breath. You knew it. There was no way to share what you both had shared and leave it for such a reason. 

“When I was away from Coccam, away from you, I was… I was lost. But I know that at least I could give you a good life, away from the fighting. From the many threats that hover over all our heads constantly. I could only hope to keep you away from that. You are too precious to me to involve you in such a life.” 

You sank to your knees now, a hair’s breadth away from him and still almost unable to understand the words he was speaking. 

“You are a fool, Finan, to think that I fear such a life. I’d rather to love and to lose than to never have loved at all” your voice was shaking now, and so were your hands. You’re so full of so many emotions it’s impossible to name an exact feeling. YOu slowly reach your hand up to caress his face, and though he first flinches away from the tough, he melts into it in a second. Eyes closed, he rubs his cheek into your palm like your touch was all he needed to live, beyond the luxuries of drink and food and air. 

“I won’t leave you. Not for a palace, for a sea of gold, nothing could tempt me to sway from your side for a moment. Whether you like it or not, Finan the Agile, we are bonded by the powers that be and there is nothing to be done about it.” 

You watch him, seeing as his resolve breaks into a million pieces and he caves, scooping you into his arms. They’re warmer than you remembered, but that may well be the cold wind which makes them seem warmer by contrast. No matter. You were where you have needed to be for so long. 

He pulls you back, but only enough to brush his lips against yours, as if asking permission for the kisses that were already his to take. You push forward, pressing your lips to his and he is lost in you. It feels like flowers are blooming in your chest as his soft lips caress yours ever so gently. It’s as if he’s afraid that you’ll disappear in a plume of smoke. His hands grasp at you in stark contrast, drawing you so close to him like he’s drowning and you’re the gasp of air he needs to survive. He tastes of ale but it's the sweetest taste you've ever felt. He’s beautiful, even with a face covered in dirt and blood. So beautiful you lack the words to describe it. 

You hear cheering in the distance, and you whip your head to the side to see Uhtred and Sihtric clapping and laughing and whistling like madmen. You hide your blush in the crook of Finan’s neck. 

“It’s about time!” Yells Uhtred, grinning from ear to ear. 

“Maybe he’ll finally shut up about you!” yells Sihtric. 

“Fat chance of that, you bunch of turds. Now will ye leave me be? I’ve some business to catch up on.” Finan yells back to the pair. You could hear his smile. 

“Don’t take too long, the king will be here in a week or so” says Uhtred, walking away and leaving you both to the cold night air. 

Finan entwines his fingers in the hair at the nape of your neck and gently pulls, earning a soft moan from you as you pull back from his neck and follow his grasp until you’re facing him. 

“So, back home then?” 

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One | Vagabond | The Last Kingdom

"Are you a whore?" 

"Watch your mouth you jerk,"

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"Shots!" Annabelle's cheer resonated as the tray of intoxicating elixirs made its way to our crowded booth. Amid our collective drunkness, the relentless flow of drinks showed no signs of stopping.

Each of us eagerly seized a shot glass, joyously proclaiming "cheers" before succumbing to the bittersweet embrace of the liquid fire. I roughly placed my glass down, surveying the scene unfolding around me. "I love you all so much this is the best birthday ever," I professed loudly, slightly stumbling over my words because of the alcohol-induced haze that had enveloped me several drinks ago. 

"Let's dance!" Erin enthusiastically proposed, seizing the nearest individuals as we stumbled towards the dance floor. I latched onto my boyfriend's neck, coaxing him to join. Though slightly more composed than the rest of us, he was far from being completely coherent.

Pulling him close, we swayed in harmony with the music. "I'll go grab more drinks for us," he slurred before departing for the bar. I nodded in agreement, losing myself in the euphoria of the celebration.

As the night unfolded, it became a kaleidoscope of additional drinks, uninhibited dancing, and eventually, my recollection succumbed to the haze of intoxication. 

The remainder of the evening blurred into fragmented memories.

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My eyelids reluctantly parted, greeted by the harsh embrace of the sun glaring directly into them. The ache reverberated through my entire body, and as my surroundings gradually came into focus, the realization struck me, I was outdoors. A swift survey disclosed a woodland setting, leaving me disoriented in the midst of nature's embrace.

"Hello" my call echoed, but the only response was a resounding silence. My hands fumbled in search of my phone, only to discover its absence. "Atlas" I shouted, hoping to find the presence of my boyfriend.

In scrutinizing my attire, I was taken aback I was still wearing the very short and tight gold sparkly dress with matching heels. "Where am I?" I mumbled to myself, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings.

The rhythmic trotting of horses drew my attention as a man and woman approached, they were wearing old-fashioned clothing and both had interesting hairstyles as if plucked from a past era.

"Who are you?" the man inquired, and relief washed over me as he spoke in English. "Y/n," I replied, sensing his intense gaze scrutinizing my body and face, leaving me slightly uncomfortable.

"Are you a whore?" he blurted out, leaving me utterly taken aback. "Watch your mouth, you jerk," I retorted, adjusting my dress subconsciously. The woman chastised him with a disapproving tut, and he nonchalantly shrugged.

"Can I borrow your phone please I think I lost mine?" I asked as politely as I could and they both looked at me like I had asked for their firstborn child. "No," the man said slowly and I frowned, he surely seemed like a little ray of sunshine.

"Where are we?" I queried as frustration began to set in, and the woman answered, "Wessex" with a smile. 

Confusion clouded my mind, as my last recollection placed me in a dark London club surrounded by intoxicated people. "You're not from around here," she added, pointing out the obvious and I resisted the urge to shoot her a mocking smile.

Attempting to clarify, she explained, "You are from the future." 

This time I didn't hold back my laugh at her ridiculous statement. I asked mockingly, "So what you guys from the Stone Age or something?" Their blank stares towards me suggested they struggled to comprehend the notion and my face contorted into worry towards their seriousness.

"You're from a different period of time," she stated, brushing off my previous question. 

I attempted to make sense of the situation by asking about the current era and their ignorance seemed to mirror my own. I groaned realising my lack of knowledge on the subject of history and their lack of knowledge on the future wasn't helping either of us. 

"Is this a joke?" I questioned, narrowing my eyes at them. The woman shook her head while the man sighed in frustration.

Frustrated myself, I probed about the current monarch, only to receive a grunt and an annoyed look.

"Who leads here?" I simplified hoping it was more understandable, and the response I received was "King Alfred," sending a shiver down my spine as a lump formed in my throat.

"Like Alfred the Great, the first King of the English?" I choked out, barely comprehending the improbable truth of being catapulted into medieval times.

"I'm going to be sick," I declared, the urgency in my voice palpable as I staggered towards a nearby tree. Leaning against the rough bark, I doubled over, my body convulsing with waves of nausea. 

The acidic taste lingered in my mouth, mingling with the scent of the earth around me, as I struggled to regain my composure amidst the overwhelming sickness and thoughts swirling around my mind.

The woman finally dismounted her horse, followed shortly by the man. She walked over to me and offered a flask of water, which I hesitantly accepted.

"I want to go back," I said looking at her pleadingly like she could somehow catapult me back. "I'm afraid that is not a possibility" she frowned softly. 

Tears welled up in my eyes as I yearned to reunite with my friends, hoping this was all some kind of cruel and weirdly realistic nightmare. "I want to see Atlas and Annabelle and Erin and all my friends" I bubbled out pushing away from the woman. 

"Your path lies here now there is no return," she explained plainly, and I harshly wiped away the tears that had managed to escape.

"Don't be stupid, I don't know anyone or anything here" I admitted "I have no knowledge of this stuff" I breathed out and she took a step towards me gently placing a hand on my shoulder in an attempt to comfort me. "Do not worry Uhtred will guide you, he will be your protector." 

The man visibly reluctant, voiced his objections very vocally, I assumed he was the Uhtred she spoke of. 

"I will do no such thing" he said and the woman shook her head "It is your destiny" she said simply and Uhtred sighed heavily wiping his hand over his forehead in disbelief, the word 'destiny' seemed to sway him.

"Come with us, my name is Iseult," she offered, and weighing the risks, I reluctantly followed. 

My options boiled down to a precarious balance, either wander aimlessly, risking an encounter with someone who might not be as understanding, or defy the basic principle of stranger danger and follow after the enigmatic couple who contradicted each other.

Iseult shrugged off her cloak handing it to me "Wear this, the place we're heading to will not be welcoming to a woman dressed like that" she said and I suddenly felt extremely self-conscious in my dress.

I pulled the cloak over my body quickly and Uhtred looked down at my shoes "Why do you have weapons on your feet?" he asked and I lifted one of my legs looking at the heels "These aren't weapons they are heels" I explained. 

For a man who seemed so sure of himself and exuded arrogance, he was quite silly.

"Take them off and leave them here," he said getting onto his horse with ease "I'm not leaving these here they're Versace!" I protested, but he paid no heed. 

Tears welled up again as I hid the precious heels in a set of bushes, reminiscing about the joyful moment they were gifted to me by my boyfriend.

Barefoot, I questioned the absurdity of going unnoticed without shoes and the only response I received was a laugh from the man, he was really beginning to annoy me.

Iseult cautioned against revealing my origins explaining it may not be the wisest decision, and Uhtred simply commanded me not to speak at all. I frowned wrapping the cloak tighter against my body not liking this one bit.

I attempted to get onto his horse once I realised that was our mode of transport and struggled in the process. Uhtred sighed before effortlessly lifting me onto his horse a little harshly, I yelped as he manhandled me swatting his arm firmly as he ignored me rolling his eyes.

The journey through the forest began in silence, leaving me grappling with the unfathomable reality of what was happening.

"Do not speak" Uhtred repeated as the horses took off and I had to stop myself from smacking him across the face.

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Ten | Vagabond | The Last Kingdom

"I thought I lost you," 

"I never want to feel that way again."

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"Lord Aldhelm," I greeted as he waited outside, his gaze fixed on Aethelflaed. "Y/n," he replied as Uhtred and Aethelflaed finally emerged smiling and laughing between themselves.

"They're quite a pair," I observed, prompting Aldhelm to cast me a quizzical glance. "I'll admit, no one can replace the void Gisela left in his heart, but I believe they both deserve this chance at happiness," I added.

"She does indeed deserve it," Aldhelm agreed, rising to follow after Aethelflaed. I couldn't help but notice the way he also gazed at her, a certain longing evident.

I gave her a wave which she happily reciprocated before they rode off together. I had grown to enjoy her company a lot over the years certainly not the way Uhtred did but enough to form a solid bond, both of us found it easy to confide in each other. She understood things in ways others didn't and I appreciated that.

"Uhtred," I greeted as he lounged by the fire, a mischievous grin on his face. "My favourite person," he shot back, and I rolled my eyes. "You say that now, but once Finan and Sihtric return from Bebbanburg, I bet that'll change," I remarked, to which he tutted mumbling "Nonsense."

"Finan will be back," he teased, repeating what I said as I sighed. "Finan," he said again, earning a light smack on his chest from me. "Cut it out," I warned, but he only shrugged feigning innocence.

"I see the way you two look at each other, the way he looked at you when he first met you,the way he continues looking at you and the way you two seek each other out any available moment," he remarked, noticing my nervous fiddling with the ring on my finger.

"That's not true," I denied, but Uhtred persisted, "Everyone else sees it too, he practically worships the ground you walk on." 

Rising abruptly, I instructed him to go to bed, walking away as he called after me teasingly.

Indeed, Finan was unmistakably vocal about his affection for me. Yet, amidst his charming demeanour, I found myself questioning whether his declarations were merely the artistry of his personality or if they truly concealed deeper sentiments.

The notion of entangling myself romantically with Finan sparked a twinge of uncertainty within me. Was it wise to entertain the idea, considering the complexities that could unravel? 

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"Finan," I greeted with joy, pulling him into a warm embrace. "Sihtric, Osferth," Sihtric called out teasingly, and I released Finan, feeling a blush tint my cheeks.

Quickly, I embraced the remaining two, listening as they began to inform Uhtred of their findings in Bebbanburg.

Uhtred always had a knack for terrible plans that somehow managed to work in his favour, but this one seemed particularly dire.

Especially considering the fact that the king had refused our request for support meaning the current plan relied heavily on his son, the son he hadn't been in contact with for years, the son who wanted nothing to do with him.

After infiltrating Bebbanburg's gates, we found ourselves cornered by Uhtred's cousin Wihtgar, the devilish spawn of his uncle Aelfric, the same uncle who played a hand in Uhtred's imprisonment years ago.

The confrontation was far from graceful. Aelfric lay dead, struck down by an arrow fired by none other than his own son.

In a blink, Beocca lay lifeless on the ground across from me, having sacrificed himself to protect young Uhtred. As I watched the scene unfold, sorrow gripped my heart, and I couldn't help but ponder the depth of his sacrifice.

Deep down, I knew that the reason he was so willing to lay down his life was because of the void Thyra's absence had left in his heart. If she were still alive, perhaps he wouldn't have felt compelled to undertake such a reckless act.

Without a second thought, I lunged toward Beocca's lifeless body, shaking him desperately as I called out his name into the chaos.

"You have to wake up!" My voice broke as tears welled in my eyes, but there was no response, only the haunting silence of death lingering around us. In the midst of the distant sounds of battle and the piercing screams of anguish, all I could feel was an overwhelming sense of sorrow and despair gripping my heart.

As I knelt beside him, the weight of loss settled heavily upon me, the realization of losing yet another friend cutting deep into my soul.

"Y/n!" Finan's urgent voice broke through, and I felt a wetness on my stomach and leg. "We need to go now," he insisted, his worry etched deep into his features, mirroring the turmoil in his heart but the searing pain in my body protested otherwise. 

"I can't," I admitted, my gaze falling to the crimson stains spreading across my clothes.

An arrow had pierced my leg, and a jagged gash sliced across my stomach. Each breath was a battle against agony, every movement tortured. "Listen to me, you can't die too. I won't let you, not yet, please, not yet," Finan pleaded, his voice trembling with fear and desperation as he lifted my battered body into his arms.

He carried me to the boat, his steps heavy with the weight of desperation and worry. Despite my best efforts to cling to consciousness, the darkness eventually claimed me.

When I woke, coughing up water, the pain in my stomach and leg flared like a raging inferno. I attempted to press my hand against my wounds, but the agony rendered me utterly motionless.

Beside me, Finan sat with red-rimmed eyes, his grip on my hand tight enough to anchor me to the world. "Thank god you're awake," he breathed, relief flooding his features, each line of worry melting away in that moment.

"What happened?" I rasped, and he began recounting our narrow escape from Bebbanburg. With each word, the weight of our ordeal pressed down upon us. As the stinging pain returned, he urged me to rest, his voice a soothing balm against the chaos of my mind, and I drifted in and out of consciousness once more.

When I awoke again, cloth covered my wounds, and Finan slept nearby, his presence a steadfast beacon of comfort in the darkness and uncertainty that surrounded us.

"Finan," I whispered hoarsely, and he jolted awake, his eyes wide with concern. "You're okay," he rushed out, the words a fervent prayer answered, as I weakly nodded in response. "You wouldn't wake up for a long time, and your breathing was so shallow," he confessed, the vulnerability in his voice echoing the depth of his fear.

"Where's Uhtred, Sihtric, and Osferth? Are they alright?" I inquired, the concern weighing heavy on my heart, and he assured me they were safe, but my scare had shaken them all to their core.

"Finan, were you crying?" I asked softly, brushing my hand over his tear-stained face, catching a flicker of embarrassment in his eyes. 

"You scared me, woman," he confessed, his voice raw with emotion as he grasped my hand tightly in his own. The tremor in his touch echoed the frenzy within his heart. "I thought I lost you," he whispered, his words heavy with the weight of his fears. "I never want to feel that way again."

His vulnerability took me aback, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within me. I felt the weight of his unspoken fears, the longing in his eyes resonating with the echoes of my own. "I won't leave you all that easily," I reassured him, my voice soft yet resolute.

His eyes searched mine with an intensity that spoke volumes as if seeking permission. His gaze flickered between my lips and my eyes, a dance of longing and anticipation that left my heart racing.

Before I could comprehend his intentions, he leaned in. His touch was gentle yet urgent, a whisper of longing that ignited a spark within me. I surrendered to the pull of our shared destiny, to the magnetic force drawing us together.

Our lips met in a tender embrace, a delicate dance of passion and vulnerability. Each caress, each brush of our lips spoke of a longing that transcended words. The kiss was gentle and tender as though any forcefulness might shatter the fragile moment.

When he pulled away, his hand lingered on my cheek. I looked up at him, my heart still fluttering with the echoes of our kiss, a silent acknowledgement of the unspoken bond that tethered us together. 

"How's Uhtred?" I asked, attempting to divert the conversation, but the longing in my voice betrayed my true thoughts, my heart yearning for reassurance in the wake of our ordeal. Finan's chuckle washed over me, his laughter carrying the weight of unspoken desires.

"After giving you the best kiss of your life, you're worried about another man?" he teased, his words laced with playful affection. I laughed in response, though the twinge of pain in my stomach and leg served as a reminder of the reality we faced.

"He may be broken," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath, concern etched into every syllable, but Finan's reassuring touch offered comfort. "He's merely grieving," he assured me, his voice a steady anchor.

"We need to return south, we'll need horses and provisions," he added, his words tinged with urgency as he spoke of our next steps. I nodded in silent agreement.

As I glanced down at the ring adorning my finger, a pang of melancholy gripped my heart. With a heavy heart, I began to pull it off.

Finan stopped my hand, his touch gentle yet firm. "Keep it," he insisted, his voice soft yet resolute. I frowned, "Are you going soft on me after just one kiss?" I teased, attempting to lighten the mood, but the furrow in his brow hinted at cluelessness.

"Never mind," I said, realizing it wasn't the right moment to delve into the intricacies of modern language. With a nod, he left to confer with Sihtric.

Barely a few steps away, he returned, his presence commanding my attention once more. In an instant, his lips captured mine, igniting a fire within me that burned with a hunger I hadn't known existed. 

"Now we make it two kisses," he declared with a smirk, his words a promise of the passion that lay between us, before departing once more.

As I trailed a finger over my lips, a different kind of feeling enveloped me, one I hadn't experienced in years. It was a feeling akin to what I once felt with Atlas, a longing, a softness, and a desire that whispered of the possibility of something more.

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FINALLY also I listened to reflections by the neighbourhood on repeat whilst writing this part for some reason 😌

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Epilogue | Vagabond | The Last Kingdom

Five years later

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"Rory," I warned firmly, my voice cutting through the air as the boy stumbled in, mucky and wet, followed by Osferth. Rory shot me a pouty look while Osferth merely shrugged his shoulders. I rolled my eyes as Rory dashed straight past me and collided with Uhtred's legs.

"He's a handful, just like his father," Uhtred pointed out, his deep voice carrying a hint of amusement as he leaned down and effortlessly flung Rory over his shoulder.

Beside me, Finan chuckled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to the side of my head. "We wouldn't have it any other way, would we?" he remarked, his voice tinged with affection. I couldn't help but smile in agreement. "No, we wouldn't," I replied softly, feeling the warmth of his presence beside me.

"Let's pray for the sake of Bebbanburg that this little one isn't anything like Finan as well," Sihtric interjected, wagging a finger teasingly at my enlarged stomach. I couldn't suppress a laugh as Finan playfully nudged Sihtric back.

"You should pay attention to your own hoard of kids," Finan retorted, gesturing towards one of Sihtric's sons who zoomed past, knocking over a crate of apples. With a groan, Sihtric chased after his son, as Finan turned towards me.

"This one feels like a little fighter," Finan mused, his hands gently encircling my stomach. I couldn't help but grin at his observation. "Well, maybe the little fighter should wait until he's out in this world before kicking his mother into agony," I quipped, earning a chuckle from Finan.

"How do we know it's another boy?" Finan pondered, rising to his full height and wrapping his arm around my back as we began to walk. "Because no daughter of mine would put her mother through this much pain," I declared with mock seriousness, earning another laugh from Finan.

In that moment, amidst the echoes of the past and the promises of the future, I knew that we were exactly where we were meant to be. More importantly, I knew that I was exactly where I was meant to be.

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Thank you for reading 'Vagabond'. I think anyone who watches Game of Thrones automatically watches The Last Kingdom as well so this was a little predictable. I haven't written a proper story in over 6 months so this was super fun. I spent over a month just working on it before even uploading anything and it has to be my most thought-out and well-written story. Debating writing a Sihtric one as well now but we'll see (already started writing it). I appreciate any comments, votes and kind messages. (Obviously, this was wrote out before I planned on posting on Tumblr but I still appreciate any and all interactions here as well)

I hope you all enjoyed it and look out for future projects ♥

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Twelve | Vagabond | The Last Kingdom

"Keep your filthy hands off her!"

"You are impressive... and extremely flexible,"

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We had narrowly evaded Lord Eardwulf and his men, skirting perilously close to capture. Now, there was cause for celebration. The news that Uhtred had accepted the offer to become the new king of Mercia filled the air with a newfound sense of hope. For once in my tumultuous life, I dared to imagine a place I could call home within these lands.

"Here's to Uhtred," I declared, lifting my cup amidst a chorus of clinks as others joined in, their voices ringing out in unison "And to Osferth, for not killing Aelfwynn," Finan chimed in.

As swiftly as our revelry had begun, it came to an abrupt halt with the revelation that Uhtred had relinquished his claim in favour of Aethelflaed. An undercurrent of disappointment swept through me at the thought of Uhtred's sacrifice, a nagging sense that he deserved the power and respect just as much as any other.

However, the unease that had gripped me dissipated as swiftly as it had come. Learning that one of my dearest friends had finally achieved something she had longed for brought a sense of contentment that washed over me. If anyone else deserved the title, it was her.

"I know you believe we've lost out on wealth and power," Uhtred began returning to the celebratory table, his voice steady and earnest "But we have something far more valuable."

"Do not say our friendship" Finan interjected, his tone filled with playful exasperation, eliciting laughter from around the table. In that moment, any lingering reservations and disappointments melted away.

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We now found ourselves in Tacham, tasked with setting up camp for Lady Aelswith, who promised prayers of thanks on our behalf upon her arrival in Bedwyn. As we tended to the fire, I couldn't help but vent my frustrations to Finan.

"If I have to endure her prattle much longer, I'll fling myself off a cliff," I muttered, nodding towards Aelswith, who stood nearby, her back turned to us. Finan chuckled in response, prompting me to recount my past grievances with the lady.

"She branded me a witch upon learning of my history thanks to Uhtred," I explained, though Finan's amusement only deepened, earning him a playful shove from me. "It's not funny," I insisted, though the shared moment brought a fleeting smile to my lips.

Our banter was abruptly cut short by the rustling of nearby foliage, sending us into a tense alertness. Before I could draw my sword, a knife pressed against my neck as a body enveloped me from behind, and a familiar, gruff voice pierced the air.

"Uhtred and his pretty boys," Haestan chided and I sighed, rolling my eyes as I caught sight of Aelswith positioning herself protectively with Stiorra and Aethelstan. 

Haesten delivered news of Sigtryggr's arrival from Irland, his intentions to rally the Danes, and the capture of Winchester by Brida and him where Haesten planned to take Aelswith, Aethelstan, and Stiorra. 

"Tie them to the trees where they can die slowly," Haesten's voice dripped with malice as his men obediently set about binding Uhtred, Finan, Sihtric, Osferth, and Pyrlig to the sturdy trunks that surrounded us.

I fought against the brute behind me, his grip like iron as he pinned my arms painfully behind my back "And what of her?" his voice slithered in my ear, laden with contempt as he gestured toward me with a sneer.

Haesten turned, a twisted grin etched across his face as he regarded me. "Ah, female warrior," he jeered, his words laced with mockery.

"Shall we take her as well?" he goaded his men with his vile suggestions. "Shall we leave her to rot alongside the men, or perhaps," he paused, his tone dripping with lechery, "shall I have my way with her, right here, with all of you as witnesses?" The air was thick with the raucous cheers of his cohorts.

"Touch me and see what becomes of you," I snarled, my words cutting through the charged atmosphere as the man behind me tightened his hold tauntingly gripping my body with a smirk. 

"Didn't you once express pity for all the women who fell beneath me?" he retorted, "Well, how about we make you one of them?" he hissed hatred blazing in his eyes.

"Do that, and I'll ensure you never have the chance to wield your wretched cock again," I spat, the words seething through clenched teeth, though my threat was met with only cruel laughter.

"Leave the bitch to meet her end alongside the men," Haesten commanded, his words dripping with contempt as his minions set to bind me, suspending me upside down from the gnarled branches above.

A shroud of discomfort enveloped me as Haesten closed in, his presence ominous as he approached. His fingers grazed my cheek, and I recoiled instinctively, but his grip on my hair was unyielding, forcibly turning my head to meet his chilling gaze.

With a cruel whisper, he uttered words of malice, his touch sending a shiver down my spine. "I hope you die a slow painful death" his breath ghosted over my skin as his hand trailed down my neck and then chest keeping a firm place there tauntingly, a sinister caress that made my skin crawl.

"Keep your filthy hands off her!" Finan's voice cut through the tense air, his anger palpable as he finally intervened, though Haesten merely scoffed in response.

"What you're with the Irishman now?" Haesten's words dripped with disdain as he turned his attention to me, but my only response was a defiant spit in his face.

He shoved me away harshly, wiping the spit from his cheek with a disdainful sneer before retreating to his horse. "Now you'll witness just how tough she truly is," he declared, issuing orders for two of his lackeys to remain and keep watch over our impending demise as he rode away.

"Calm down Sihtric you will need your energy," I urged, watching with growing concern as his condition deteriorated, while the two men assigned to watch over us chuckled callously from a short distance away.

Unable to bear the thought of succumbing to such a grim fate, I whispered urgently, catching Finan, Pyrlig and Uhtred's attention. "Let me know when one of them turns our way," I instructed, determined to seize any opportunity for escape.

Without hesitation, I summoned every ounce of strength within me, stretching upward to reach the knot binding my feet, practically folding my body in half. With gritted teeth, I meticulously unravelled it, painstakingly freeing one leg from its restraints. 

"Now," Uhtred's voice pierced the tense silence, prompting me to return to my hanging position before continuing my efforts. Each movement felt like a herculean feat, the strain on my muscles unbearable, but I pressed on, driven by sheer determination.

Finally, the last knot gave way, and I plummeted to the ground with a resounding thud. With no time to waste, I sprang into action, facing off against Haesten's men who rushed towards me with malicious intent.

Despite the disorientation, I fought with fierce resolve, using every ounce of skill at my disposal. A flurry of blows ensued, culminating in a desperate struggle that saw me pinned beneath one of his men as the other suffered a severe head injury.

But with Finan's encouragement ringing in my ears, I summoned the strength to retaliate, delivering a fatal blow with my dagger pushing him off me.

I ran towards Sihtric beginning to cut off the rope suspending him and freeing him from his bonds.

"Hurry!" Uhtred's urgent cry pierced through the chaos as Sihtric collapsed to the ground, his strength waning. "Behind!" Finan's voice echoed, and I instinctively ducked, narrowly evading the lunging attack. We tumbled to the ground in a tangled heap, his weight bearing down on me, threatening to crush any hope of escape.

"Get him, Sihtric! Kill him!" Finan's rallying cry spurred him into action as I strained against the weight pinning me down, desperately trying to fend off the looming threat of the dagger poised menacingly close to my face.

Then, with a sickening sound, Sihtric's blade found its mark, burying itself into the back of the man's skull. Blood sprayed in a gruesome arc, splattering across the forest floor, some even finding its way into my mouth, a bitter reminder of the brutality of our struggle.

As Sihtric rushed to assist Pyrlig and Osferth, I seized the opportunity to cut through the ropes binding Finan and Uhtred with trembling hands. Yet, amidst the triumph of our escape, the taste of blood lingered in my mouth, a nauseating reminder of the violence we had just endured.

"You are amazing," Finan's words were a mixture of admiration and concern as he gently grasped my face, his touch a fleeting reassurance amidst the turmoil raging within me but as the realization of what I had unwittingly ingested washed over me, my stomach churned, and I doubled over, retching uncontrollably.

"I drank his blood... Oh God," the words spilt from my lips in a rush, my horror palpable as I wiped the remnants of the gruesome encounter from my face with shaking hands.

Finan offered me a canister of water, and I gratefully accepted, though the act of swallowing felt like an impossible task. "You are impressive... and extremely flexible," his whispered praise brought a faint grin to my lips.

"We need to get to Stiorra," Uhtred said and I straightened up, I forced myself to push aside the overwhelming sense of exhaustion and fear. 

Despite the victory we had achieved in the moment, the safety of Stiorra remained our paramount concern.

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Uhtred and his pretty boys 😏

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Eleven | Vagabond | The Last Kingdom

"You're really laying it on thick, aren't you?"

"Just admiring the view."

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As we ventured onward towards Mercia, Finan couldn't seem to resist throwing me flirty glances. His playful eyes danced with mischief, hinting at secrets shared and unspoken promises.

The rest of the group, keen observers as they were, couldn't help but pick up on the subtle shift in our dynamic. Their knowing glances and suppressed smiles spoke volumes, betraying their awareness of the unspoken connection brewing between Finan and me. Yet, despite their curiosity, they maintained a respectful silence, perhaps recognizing the delicacy.

"Stop eyeing each other like that it's distracting," Sihtric finally quipped, breaking the tension with a hint of amusement in his voice. His words, though light-hearted, carried a hint of acknowledgement, acknowledging the chemistry that crackled between Finan and me.

The echoing sound of approaching horses and men abruptly shattered the tranquillity of our travels. Reacting swiftly, I drew my sword, wincing as I applied pressure to the wound on my leg to quell the sharp pain provoked by the sudden movement.

Dismounting from my horse, I nearly stumbled, struggling to regain my footing. Sihtric's assistance steadied me, for which I silently expressed gratitude.

"Uhtred, far from home," Haestan's voice greeted us, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the predictable encounter. Tuning out his ensuing chatter, I fought the urge to scoff as he extended an invitation to join him and his men.

"Once, I aspired to conquer Mercia and Wessex for myself, but now all I desire is a woman to bed and land to claim," Haestan remarked, prompting an involuntary groan from me. The crude discourse of men regarding women in this era never failed to evoke exasperation.

Haestan's attention shifted to me upon hearing my groan. "Ah, Uhtred's fierce female warrior," he taunted, to which I retorted, "I have a name," under my breath, met with a feeble laugh from him. "Do you object to my pursuit of a woman and land?" he prodded further.

Suppressing a laugh, I met his gaze squarely. "I pity any woman who's ever had to be under you," I spat, eliciting a grunt from him. "She's spirited, this one," he remarked to his men, who chuckled in agreement, evidently pleased with their banter.

However, Haestan's next remark provoked Uhtred's wrath, leading to a confrontation wherein he likened Aethelfled to a squealing pig. Only upon divulging Cnut's involvement in his brother's death did Uhtred spare him.

"Tie the boys up," Uhtred commanded as one of Cnut's sons attempted to escape while the other attacked Finan.

I moved to assist Finan and Sihtric in restraining the resisting youths, enduring a sharp pain as one elbowed me in the stomach, reopening my wound and staining my clothes with blood.

I made a conscious effort to conceal the sensation of pain coursing through me, the crimson splatter staining my clothes serving as a grim reminder. Despite the agony gnawing at my insides, I resolved to press forward, unwilling to burden the group with any further delays.

Our next destination was Aeglesburg, upon arrival, I dismounted clumsily, prompting Finan's immediate concern. As he helped me to a secluded area, I explained how one of Cnut's sons had injured me, though I had chosen not to burden the group with my ailment. 

With careful precision, he gingerly lifted my top, exposing the wound, while deftly tearing a piece of cloth with his teeth. His hands worked skillfully, knotting the fabric around my waist to apply pressure, his fingers inadvertently brushing against the tattoo adorning my ribs.

"Another one?" he inquired, his gaze curious as he noted the inked script. I nodded in affirmation, explaining, "It reads 'grateful.' It's a sentiment I once cherished, a reminder to appreciate all that life offers," I replied, feeling a pang of nostalgia as his fingertips traced the intricate design.

"I have one more tattoo," I revealed, noting his growing curiosity. "Care to share?" he inquired eagerly, only to be met with a shake of my head. "That one remains hidden," I confessed playfully, amused by his reaction. He groaned in mock frustration, jesting, "Don't tease me, woman," as my laughter echoed in response to his feigned exasperation.

Returning to the group, we learned of Uhtred's ruse to intimidate Cnut by 'killing' one of his sons. Despite their father's villainy, I couldn't help but feel sympathy for the distraught children.

Approaching the boys, I offered comforting words, gently brushing their tear-streaked faces. Observing from a distance, Uhtred voiced his concern to Finan about my well-being.

His words spilt forth with a depth of emotion that had long been buried. "I've known her for years," he began, his voice carrying the weight of countless shared experiences. 

"She's endured trials that would break most, yet she's emerged resilient, becoming one of my dearest friends." Uhtred's gaze softened, betraying the vulnerability beneath his stoic exterior. 

"I can't bear to see her suffer any more pain," he confessed, his words carrying the weight of a heartfelt plea to his friend, urging him to tread carefully in whatever endeavour lay ahead.

Across from him, Finan stood with arms folded, his expression a mixture of understanding and silent solidarity, nodding in quiet acknowledgement of his friend's plea.

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I had been given strict orders to stay at the back of the battle at Tettanhall. The reasoning was that I wasn't yet fully healed or prepared to rejoin the fray, and truth be told, I didn't put up much of a fight against the decision.

The thought of plunging back into the chaos of combat, of taking lives once more, still unsettled me but despite my reservations, I was determined to stand by my only family and offer whatever support I could.

Now, as I sat beside a babbling stream with Uhtred, young Uhtred, Stiorra, Finan, Osferth, Sihtric, Aelfwynn, and Aethelstan, I watched as Finan and Aethelstan attempted to navigate a makeshift boat crafted from tree bark. Witnessing Finan's gentle demeanour towards the child stirred something deep within me, igniting a warmth I hadn't felt in some time.

Overhearing Stiorra and young Uhtred engaged in conversation as she tossed something into the water, I approached them, taking a seat beside Stiorra.

"What are you two up to?" I inquired, a fondness evident in my tone as I wiped a smudge of mud from Stiorra's cheek. She beamed up at me, her smile reminiscent of her mother, Gisela, stirring memories of a friend dearly missed.

"I missed you," she confessed sweetly, prompting a reciprocal admission from me. Catching Finan's eye, I found relief in his smile as Stiorra's gaze flitted between us, her own grin infectious.

"You and Finan?" she probed, her curiosity bubbling forth. I nodded in confirmation, but her next question caught me off guard.

"Have you humped yet?" she blurted out, causing me to hastily cover her mouth, shooting her a warning glance. "If your father catches wind of that kind of talk, he'll have our heads," I chided softly, though Stiorra merely shrugged, a mischievous smirk dancing on her lips.

"No, we haven't," I whispered, meeting her gaze with a sense of vulnerability. "We simply haven't found the time to properly discuss what this... us, means." Stiorra nodded understandingly, her youthful wisdom shining through.

"Well, I'm happy for you, you deserve someone good," she offered sincerely, her words carrying a weight far beyond her years, she had grown to become an incredibly intelligent young woman.

Grateful for her unwavering support, despite her youth, I expressed my gratitude before making my way toward Finan and Aethelstan.

"Are you two enjoying yourselves?" I inquired, catching a quick nod from the boy before tousling his hair affectionately. Meeting Finan's gaze, I noticed his lingering stare, his eyes seemingly fixed on me.

"What?" I asked, curious about his intent as his gaze held steady. "Just admiring the view," he replied with a playful smirk, prompting a lighthearted roll of my eyes in response.

"You've got quite the smile," he remarked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Caught off guard but charmed by his candour, I felt a blush rise to my cheeks. "Thanks," I replied, a hint of laughter in my voice.

Undeterred, Finan continued, his words casual yet subtly flirtatious "and those eyes of yours can't help but find myself lost in them."

"You're really laying it on thick, aren't you?" I quipped, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips, as he winked playfully and repeated, "Just admiring the view."

Without another word, Finan closed the distance between us, and we shared a quick but profound kiss. 

As we parted, there was a lingering warmth, a shared acknowledgement. A gentle smile played on our lips, and I turned away, heading towards Aelfwynn, leaving Finan behind. 

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I kinda wanted her tattoos to have like a more important meaning but then I got lazy 😫

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Twenty | Vagabond | The Last Kingdom

"Lighten up husband you know you're the only one I like touching me"

"Just you wait till we're out of here woman"

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As we braced ourselves to depart from Eoferwich through sheer force, a silent plea escaped my lips, directed towards any god willing to listen. The last thing we needed was a spatter of bloodshed so early in our mission, especially if we aimed to conquer Bebbanburg and save Aelfwynn.

As the imposing gates parted, revealing Edward and his assembled army on the other side, I finally released the breath I had been holding. Uhtred allowed Edward his moment of triumph as the satisfaction of marshalling such forces washed over him, but I couldn't help but roll my eyes at the spectacle.

"To Bebbanburg" Finan's cry pierced the air, rallying the soldiers as cheers erupted around us. He shot me a knowing wink, to which I responded with a grin.

As we journeyed northward, our path was suddenly intercepted by Cynlaef, Aethelstan's closest companion. "What of Osferth?" I exclaimed, swiftly dismounting to warmly embrace him.

"Osferth is alive and well," he reassured me, his words washing over me like a soothing balm. With a sigh of relief, I turned back to Finan, nodding in gratitude. His smile mirrored my own, acknowledging the weight that would have burdened me had Osferth's fate been uncertain.

"I've been wandering" Cynlaef began, only to be abruptly cut off by Finan's terse interruption. "Now is not the time," he interjected, effectively silencing him.

Nevertheless, Cynlaef managed to relay the news of King Constantin's movements, his arrival at Bebbanburg by sea alongside his retinue while his main army marched overland. Despite doubts about Constantin's maritime voyage, we dismissed the notion, focusing instead on our pressing objective of rescuing Aelfwynn.

"We cannot besiege Bebbanburg while Aelfwynn remains captive," I asserted, finding agreement in Uhtred's proposed plan. He outlined a daring scheme wherein he and a select few men would infiltrate the fortress via a cliffside path to liberate Aelfwynn.

"When you say men I am going to assume you included me," I remarked, arms crossed, prompting Uhtred to exchange a glance with Finan "Don't look at him" I warned, steeling myself for the peril ahead. "It's going to be dangerous," he cautioned, to which I responded with an exasperated eye-roll.

"I am the one that swore the oath so I will not rest until that girl is safely in my arms, anyone with objections can handle them on their own," I declared resolutely, mounting my horse and riding ahead. 

Uhtred's plan hinged on Haestan, whose supposed reformation still left me wary. Haestan would feign shipwrecked traders to lure Wihtgar onto the beach, then signalling Edward to initiate the attack.

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Scaling the rocks to reach the fortress proved to be an arduous feat, pushing the limits of exhaustion to new heights. Yet, my smaller stature in comparison to the men granted me an unexpected advantage, allowing me to manoeuvre more easily among the jagged terrain.

"Ah," I muttered, my gaze fixed on the seemingly insurmountable rock face before me. "What's the matter?" Sihtric inquired, concern etched across his features as he peered up at me.

"There's no way forward," I replied, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "The path is gone."

"Is there another way around?" Finan's voice trembled with apprehension. "Can we go back on ourselves?" His anxiety, palpable in the air, mirrored my own, perhaps tinged with an added layer of concern for my safety.

"There's no time the tide will be turning and men will be leaving their posts" Sihtric interjected, his tone laced with urgency. I glanced back at Finan, who rested his head against the rock in resignation. "You always said you wanted to die at Bebbanburg" he grumbled, a hint of gallows humour threading through his words.

"No one is dying" I retorted firmly, quelling any hint of fatalism. "Less talking let's go" I commanded, forging ahead as we ascended, each step a precarious dance with gravity.

Silence enveloped us until Finan's hand slipped causing him to let out a scream, his fingers barely clinging to the unforgiving rock face as his body hung below.

"Finan!" I cried out, panic seizing me as my heart raced with dread. "Give me your hand!" Sihtric's voice rang out, urgency fueling his movements, while I scrambled down toward them. "If you let go of him Sihtric I'm pushing you next" I barked, my own fear translating into a fierce resolve.

With a herculean effort, Sihtric managed to haul Finan back up, the tension easing as relief flooded through me. Sihtric erupted into laughter, momentarily eclipsing the gravity of our situation.

I slapped the back of Sihtric's head a mix of irritation and gratitude swirling within me, before pulling Finan close, my voice trembling with emotion. "You're an idiot," I whispered, my eyes glistening with unshed tears, as he cupped my face tenderly.

"You're not getting rid of me that easily," he quipped, his lips brushing against mine in a fleeting kiss.

"We're almost there," Uhtred's voice broke through the moment, "carefully" I cautioned Finan, casting a wary glance at the treacherous path ahead.

"This is a much better view than Sihtrics arse" Finan's irreverent remark echoed through the air, drawing an exasperated eye-roll from me.

At last, we reached the summit, relief washing over us like a gentle tide. I seized the opportunity to pull Finan into a kiss, savouring the fleeting moment "Maybe we should be doing that more often" he mused, his words tinged with playful warmth as I pulled away, shaking my head with a smile.

Sihtric skillfully hacked away at a weakened section of the wooden wall, creating an opening for us to slip through before discreetly covering our tracks. The moment we stepped into the fortress, distant voices pierced the air, sending us scrambling to hide.

With Uhtred donning a helmet as a disguise, we embarked on our mission to locate Aelfwynn. As we cautiously traversed the grounds, my thoughts raced with the dire consequences if any harm had befallen her. 

Spotting King Constantin in the courtyard, a surge of anger welled within me. "If he's so much as even touched her I'm gonna turn him into Sigefrid" I muttered under my breath, my words tinged with venom.

Before I could react, Uhtred ventured toward his cousin, "Uhtred" I said in a harsh whisper but he didn't stop walking, ignoring my warning with ease. "You, stay in the courtyard" a voice commanded, prompting me to swiftly retreat behind Finan.

"Why does Constantin place his men here?" Wihtgar's inquiry hung in the air, met with Finan's attempt at a Scottish accent, I almost laughed out loud after Sihtric's imitation and attempt at the word "aye."

It didn't take long for Wihtgar and Constantin to discern the ruse, their suspicions falling upon Finan, Sihtric, and eventually, me. "Are you also shipwrecked Danes?" Constantin's query sent a chill down my spine, though it offered a glimmer of hope that Hild and Haestan had successfully infiltrated the fortress.

"Torture them for answers, show them the fate of any sea raider," Wihtgar commanded, his words dripping with menace.

"Gently," I interjected a futile attempt to temper the impending brutality as a guard shoved my arms behind my back. "I can cooperate if you ask politely," I offered, earning a silent rebuke from Finan's glare conveying 'Shut up before you get us killed.'

As we were bound to posts, I exchanged a glance with Uhtred, the only one among us still free. Wihtgar's piercing gaze bore into us, and I feared he would recognise our true identities. Mercifully, he was called away, diverting his attention elsewhere.

Turning my focus to our captors, I summoned what charm I could muster. "Excuse me," I addressed one of the men, feigning vulnerability.  "What" he spoke gruffly and I forced a smile onto my face and then pouted "I think I injured my shoulder during the shipwreck," I said and he stood there looking at me like I was a foreign alien.

"Would you mind checking to see if there's a wound?" I inquired, attempting to infuse my voice with a hint of vulnerability. The guard's disinterest was palpable, but I pressed on, resorting to a flirtatious approach. "I could offer you a reward," I teased, my words laced with a promise that seemed to catch his attention.

"How's that?" he responded with a smirk, his demeanour suggestive of a man accustomed to such advances. Glancing at Finan and Sihtric, I noted their understanding of my ploy, though Finan did not look amused at all.

"Come closer, and I'll give you a clue," I murmured seductively, drawing him nearer with a subtle sway. As his fingers grazed the skin of my neck, a shiver ran down my spine, but I maintained my composure, knowing our freedom depended on this ruse.

His touch lingered, tracing a delicate path down the curve of my neck, his fingers deftly pulling at the fabric to reveal the vulnerable expanse of my skin. His hand slipped into my shirt feeling around and groping with a curious and unnecessary intent, I nodded at Finan and Sihtric silently conveying our plan, before bringing my head down forcefully onto his, catching him off guard.

Staggering back, he became the unwitting target of Sihtric's swift retaliation. A shard from Finan's boot found its mark, freeing us from our bindings in a flurry of action. Sihtric deftly cut the ropes, liberating Finan and then myself from our constraints.

The other guards were skillfully and quietly taken care of.

"How was that?" I grinned, revelling in our triumph, though Finan's eye roll hinted at his lingering exasperation. Sihtric's thumbs-up offered reassurance, as I leaned into the banter, seeking to ease the tension. 

"Lighten up husband you know you're the only one I like touching me" I whispered as he passed me a weapon.

His smirk mirrored my own determination "Just you wait till we're out of here woman" he grinned. With resolve in our hearts, we dashed towards the stairs, fueled by the prospect that fate lay within our grasp.

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Sixteen | Vagabond | The Last Kingdom

"I thought you'd never speak to me again,"

"As if I could ever be so foolish,"

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As I entered Aethelflaed's chamber, I found her nestled in her bed, surrounded by Uhtred, Aelfwynn, and Aldhelm, her weakened smile greeting me as I crossed the room.

Quickly embracing Aelfwynn, I sought permission to speak with Aethelflaed alone as the others quietly exited the room, leaving us in a solemn intimacy. Taking a seat at her bedside, I clasped her hand tightly, the closing of the door echoing the finality of the moment.

"I'm so sorry," I murmured, sorrow tingeing my voice, to which she gently shook her head. "There's no need," she replied with a calm that belied the gravity of her condition. Tears welled in my eyes as I confessed, "Finan only just informed me a few hours ago," a weighty admission that hung heavy in the air.

"I instructed him not to," she explained, her words carrying the weight of her selflessness. "I couldn't bear the thought of you and Uhtred facing a battle with such a distraction," she continued, revealing a depth of concern that touched me profoundly, stirring a mixture of sadness and regret within me.

"I'm dying that's the truth" she stated matter-of-factly, prompting a fresh wave of tears. "Your strength has always inspired me," I confessed, wiping away stray tears, recalling the transformation she had wrought in a society marred by injustice and violence. 

"From the moment I joined Uhtred, witnessing the injustices inflicted upon women, your unwavering resolve reminded me that it will all change," I expressed, my voice trembling with emotion as tears mirrored in her eyes.

"I need you to promise me that if Aelfwynn ever finds herself in trouble you will help her" she implored, her request a solemn vow that I readily pledged. "I will protect her with my life," I affirmed, rising from my seat to envelop her in a tender embrace.

Grasping my hands tenderly, she traced a delicate finger along the ring from Iseult adorning my finger, a silent gesture of connection and understanding. "I want to give you something," she murmured, her voice carrying a weight of sincerity as she reached for a small object nestled within the nearby chest.

My brows furrowed in gentle confusion as she unveiled another ring, her words weaving a poignant narrative. "I know Iseult bestowed upon you this ring," she began, her touch gentle as she caressed the metal band, "but I wish for you to have this one too."

With a gentle motion, she slipped the ring onto my other finger, her gaze soft with emotion. "I want you to carry a piece of me with you, just as you carry a piece of her," she whispered her words a tender promise of remembrance and love.

Tears welled in my eyes, a testament to the depth of emotion stirred within me as I beheld my hand adorned with two rings, each symbolizing a cherished connection. "I will never forget you," I confessed, my voice trembling with emotion as I admired the new addition to my collection, a tangible reminder of her enduring presence in my life.

Aethelflaed's lips curved into a tender smile, though a hint of sadness lingered in her eyes. "I know you won't," she replied softly, her voice carrying the weight of our shared history and the unspoken understanding of the challenges that lay ahead.

"I'll allow Uhtred to return," I announced softly, acknowledging their longing for one another, before quietly exiting the room not after giving her a final embrace though. 

Closing the door behind me, a heaviness settled upon my heart, a palpable sense of finality clinging to the moment. Leaning against the door, I wiped away tears, gathering my thoughts amidst a tumult of emotions.

With resolve solidified, I encountered Uhtred in the corridor, offering a feeble smile as he provided a comforting touch upon my shoulder, an unspoken understanding passing between us as we navigated the impending farewell together.

As I approached the alehouse, I cautiously peered through its doorway, only to find Osferth and Sihtric seated alone. Disappointed by the absence of my intended company, I made my way back to our room at the inn.

There, I discovered Finan, meeting his gaze, I couldn't contain the flood of emotions that overcame me, and before I knew it, tears streamed down my cheeks. Concern etched across his features, Finan rushed to my side, his voice a soothing balm against the chaos of my thoughts.

"What's wrong" he inquired, his arms enveloping me in a reassuring manner as I surrendered to the comfort of his embrace.

In a torrent of words, I spilt my heartache, each revelation punctuated by sobs muffled against his chest. "I'm so sorry I was so mean to you, Aethelflaeds dying and Brida's back and Aethelstan is in danger and I can't" I confessed, the weight of my confessions hanging heavy in the air. 

"There's no need to apologize," he reassured me, his voice a steadying force amidst the tumult. "I should have been honest with you from the start," he admitted, acknowledging his own shortcomings with humility.

"You only respected Aethelflaed's wishes," I interjected, a flicker of admiration for his integrity shining through my tears. As he gently brushed away the tears staining my cheeks, Finan made a solemn vow, "I promise you I will do my best to keep Aethelstan safe." 

With a slow nod, I echoed my apology once more, the weight of my remorse still heavy upon me. Yet, Finan's laughter cut through the tension like a beacon of light.

"I thought you'd never speak to me again," he quipped, his voice laced with affectionate humour as he teased me gently. "You would've left me for one of those other guys," he teased further, his words drawing a smile to my lips as I shook my head in playful disbelief.

"As if I could ever be so foolish," I retorted, wrapping my arms around him once more as he rested his chin upon my head, a silent vow of solidarity shared between us.

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Uhtred's entrance, carrying Aethelflaed's lifeless form, sent a chill down my spine as the weight of her absence settled heavily upon us all. Yet, I remained silent, understanding that this wasn't my burden to bear alone. Suppressing my own grief, I steeled myself to support those who needed it most.

As the main gate swung open once more, heralding the arrival of Edward accompanied by Aethelhelm and a contingent of soldiers. I instinctively wrapped my arm around Aethelstan, "Are you alright?" I whispered, his nod was quick, but his eyes betrayed the flood of memories stirred by Edward's presence.

"I haven't seen him in years," Aethelstan murmured softly, and I pressed a tender kiss to his hair before guiding him away.

The news of Aethelflaed's passing rippled through the crowd, and her funeral was a sombre affair befitting her stature. Aelfwynn and I adorned her with a crown of flowers, a tribute to her grace and strength that had defined her reign.

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Night descended, casting its shadow over the inn where we sought refuge. Finan and I shared a bed, while Aethelstan occupied another, and Sihtric and Osferth rested upon the floor. Yet, our respite was short-lived as Aethelstan's abrupt departure from his bed signalled trouble on the horizon.

"Somethings wrong" Aethelstan said, I turned to my side lifting Finan's arm from over my waist as he groaned. "Nothing wrong go back to sleep" he voiced pulling my body back into his and I rolled my eyes.

"What is it?" I asked as Aethelstan opened the door running out. As the clash of steel echoed through the night, I abandoned the robe I was about to put on, instead seizing my sword, my senses sharpening as adrenaline coursed through my veins. 

The years of conflict had honed my instincts, and though the violence still unsettled me, it was a reality I had come to accept.

My blade met flesh with practised precision, the cacophony of battle drowning out all else save for the rhythm of my own heartbeat. Surveying the aftermath, I felt a surge of relief to find my friends unscathed, save for the lifeless figure of the Mercian Eolderman who lay slain.

The true betrayal lay in the identity of the assailants, Edward's men, wielding their loyalty as a weapon against their own kin. In a ruthless bid for power, Edward had forsaken familial bonds, seizing the throne of Mercia for himself as well as King of all Saxons and Angles. 

Aelswith, recognizing the danger to Aelfwynn, escorted her away, while I offered to accompany them, mindful of my promise to Aethelflaed. 

Yet, Aelswith reassured me of their safety, adamant in her resolve. She briefly mentioned her plans to wed her to Cynlaef, one of Aethelstan's closest companions and a boy Aelfwynn had gotten herself tangled with on multiple occasions.

Aethelstan, however, confronted his father, seeking answers amidst the chaos. Edward's callous justification for his actions only stoked the flames of my anger, his words a bitter reminder of the sacrifices made in the name of power by seizing the throne he has supposedly prevented a possible civil war that Aelfwynn would have been too weak to prevent.

As Aethelstan recounted Edward's words to me, I couldn't shake the gnawing sense of betrayal.

Edward's actions cast a shadow over everything we had fought for, his misguided pursuit of stability painting him as a tyrant in the guise of a king, tarnishing the legacy of those who had come before him.

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could not decide between putting Aethelflaed's "I want you to carry a piece of me with you, just as you carry a piece of her," quote or the one with Finan's forgiveness as the header 🤧

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Thirteen | Vagabond | The Last Kingdom

"Are you sure about this?"

 "If you stop now, I'll never let you touch me again,"

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The challenge of being barred from Winchester's gates was unprecedented for us, in the past, we'd do anything to not have to return to this place but this time we found ourselves itching to get in. 

Despite relentless warnings, Edward persisted in making rash decisions until Uhtred's self-sacrifice became the only viable option.

True to his character, Uhtred's plan unfolded successfully, fostering understanding among Sigtryggr, Edward, and Aethelflaed, albeit at the cost of Stiorra. This left me alone with her, contemplating her resolve.

"Are you certain about going with him willingly?" I inquired, sensing her frustration as she affirmed, "I've told my father that Coccham holds nothing for me."

"You will have us," I said, I wasn't trying to sway her decision but I needed her to know it wasn't her only option "I am following where the gods are leading me, I wish to live amongst my mother's people" she continued.

"You know you look exactly like her," I said and she smiled warmly at me as I brushed her hair out of her face. 

"I won't stand in the way of your decision, I simply want to ensure it's entirely your own," I emphasized, gently holding her in a comforting embrace.

"Might I add that he is quite a fine man" I added, raising my eyebrows playfully as she blushed in my arms. "Take care, my love," I murmured, reluctantly pulling away and stepping outside where Uhtred and Edward were deep in conversation.

I let them finish their conversation and watched as Edward called Aethelstan over nudging him towards Uhtred before leaving himself shortly after.

"Do not tell me you've adopted another child?" I said as Uhtred shrugged, the boy looked up at me and my features softened at his adorable face. 

"I'd like to believe we have equally agreed to raise him" he said and I rolled my eyes kneeling so I was at eye level with the boy. "We are going to have a whole lot of fun annoying Finan" I said to which he giggled in response.

With farewells exchanged, Stiorra departed with Sigtryggr for Eoferwic, young Uhtred returned to the church, and the rest of us departed Winchester for Coccham.

"Why won't you ever tell us about the future?" Sihtric inquired, gently pulling the reins on his horse to ride alongside me. The curiosity in his voice drew the attention of Finan, Osferth, and Uhtred, all now invested in our conversation.

"Because," I replied, casting a glance at each of them before continuing. "Imagine if I shared something about the future with you three," I began, and they nodded in understanding "And suppose you altered your actions based on that knowledge," I elaborated, their attention hanging on my words. 

"It could set off a chain reaction, altering significant historical events. I, for one, am not willing to bear that responsibility," I concluded.

Uhtred's expression bordered on amusement as he absorbed my explanation. "You worry too much," Finan chimed in with a smirk, to which I simply shrugged. "Perhaps it's because I'm the only one who knows how this might unfold and, in case you weren't aware, I'm not supposed to be here," I remarked, turning my head slightly as laughter rippled through the group.

"Well, aren't we grateful to have you with us," Finan remarked, his words causing a smile to tug at my lips, particularly as he emphasized the word "grateful."

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The journey back to Coccham felt like an eternity, yet it was the most tranquil trek we had encountered yet. Spirits were high, at the idea of finally being able to go home and Aethelstan's presence injected a fresh vigour into our group dynamic.

As we reached Coccham, I retreated to my room, the sense of familiarity a bittersweet reminder of what we had left behind. Finan trailed after me, settling beside me on the bed with an air of anticipation hanging between us.

"So," I began, meeting his gaze with a playful smirk, "so," he echoed, mirroring my expression as we lay side by side, staring up at the ceiling.

Absentmindedly, my fingers toyed with the ring adorning my finger, while a whirlwind of thoughts raced through my mind.

With a sudden burst of energy, I sprang up, grabbing a change of clothes before walking out. "Where are you off to?" Finan called out, and I briefly turned back replying "To the river join me if you can keep up!" With a wink, I dashed out the door.

I sprinted towards the water's edge, laughter bubbling up like a fountain of excitement as Finan trailed behind, his anticipation palpable. With each step, the tension between us crackled like electricity, igniting a fiery desire that burned hotter with every passing moment. 

As I stopped at the water's edge, the distant echo of footsteps confirmed Finan's unwavering pursuit. Without hesitation, I shed my clothes, casting them aside before plunging into the frigid embrace of the river.

Emerging from the water, I shook my hair free, casting a teasing glance towards Finan as he stood mesmerized by the sight before him. "Are you joining me or just admiring the view?" I quipped, my voice laced with playful allure, prompting him to hastily shed his clothes and follow suit. 

God was he a sight for sore eyes.

As he swam towards me, his touch sent tremors of anticipation coursing through my veins. His finger gently traced the crescent tattoo before moving across to the writing on my ribs, each caress igniting a blaze of desire that threatened to consume us both. 

With a fervent kiss, he explored the landscape of my skin, tracing the intricate designs that adorned my body with admiration. He placed his hands under my thighs prompting me to jump and wrap my legs around his waist.

He broke away from the kiss staring down at me and I turned my head feeling shy at his gaze.

His eyes bore into mine with an intensity that left me breathless, his words a testament to the raw passion that coursed between us. 

"So this is where the hidden tattoo is," he murmured, slowly tracing the little butterflies wings his touch igniting a wildfire of sensation that rendered me speechless, my hands yearning to lose themselves in the warmth of his embrace. It was like we had both been deprived of each other for too long.

"Look at me" he commanded and I slowly turned my head to stare down into his intense gaze, hands tightly wrapped around his neck "You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever laid eyes on" he admired and I leaned my forehead against his "I could say the same about you" I breathed before he kissed me again.

As our lips met once more, the world around us faded into obscurity. The kiss became slightly sloppier as he moved down my neck and collarbone towards the middle of my chest, I threw my head back enjoying the feeling of his lips on my skin. With each kiss, each caress, we surrendered ourselves to the rapture of the moment.

His one arm supported my legs as his other snaked around my waist gripping at my skin with a fiery desire, my own hands weaved through his hair tugging on it gently.

"Are you sure about this?" he breathed, his voice a hesitant murmur against the swell of desire that pulsed between us.

In response, a groan of frustration escaped my lips, the need for him overwhelming any semblance of doubt or hesitation. "If you stop now, I'll never let you touch me again," I warned, the urgency in my voice a testament to the depths of my desire.

With those words, any lingering doubts dissolved into oblivion, our bodies becoming one with the rhythm of the river as we surrendered ourselves to the relentless tide of passion that threatened to consume us whole. 

The water bore witness to the act unfolding in front of it, the birds chirped in the trees and the wind whistled quietly but the only sounds either of us was focused on were of each other.

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the header quotes are a bit 😼 only took 13 chapters ALSO im sorry but the more spicy it got the more scary it got for me 😭😭

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Nineteen | Vagabond | The Last Kingdom

"For the love of God, you're all warriors please put it back in place,"

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A clamour outside the stables shattered the quiet sanctuary we had briefly claimed. With fast movements, Finan and I scrambled to get dressed. Finan and I exchanged hurried glances, our breaths ragged, our bodies still warm.

As the stable doors swung open, revealing Uhtred's imposing figure, I shot up from the floor, my pulse quickening at the sudden intrusion. His gaze flickered between Finan and me, a silent acknowledgement of the scene he had stumbled upon. 

I offered a feeble smile, my fingers instinctively tugging at stray strands of hair, desperate to appear composed, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

"I'll grab Sihtric, and we'll meet you outside," I blurted out, the words tumbling from my lips in a rush as I hastened to leave the awkwardness behind, leaving Finan to face the lingering stares.

In the alehouse, Sihtric's smirk greeted me, but I paid it no mind, seizing his arm and dragging him back outside to join Finan and Uhtred.

Releasing my grip on Sihtric's arm, I offered them all a coy smile as Uhtred began to speak, the gravity of his words casting a sombre shadow over our conversation. As he revealed the news of Brida's death, I instinctively placed a hand on his shoulder.

Uhtred's voice broke through the silence, urging us to return to Rumcofa with him, promising a semblance of peace amidst the chaos. I glanced at Finan, his gaze already fixed on mine, his unspoken reservations echoing my own.

"Rumcofa won't be the same," Finan's words resonated with a quiet certainty. 

"I agree with Finan, Osferth will not want to remain in a place like that after everything he's been through," I added, the weight of my words underscoring the depth of our collective uncertainty.

The tension crackled in the air, tangible and stifling, as Uhtred absorbed our responses with a measured silence. "Perhaps we can speak on this a bit later," I suggested tentatively, with a terse nod, Uhtred turned away.

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Father Benedict informed Edward about his niece's kidnapping, but Edward hesitated to take action. Aelswith hoped Uhtred could be persuaded to assist, but he initially declined, prioritizing his family's safety. 

However, when Father Benedict revealed that Aelfwynn, Aethelhelm, and Aelfweard were at Bebbanburg, the situation took a turn.

"I must go to her," I insisted, feeling the urgency prickling within me, though Finan's frustration simmered palpably. "You cannot," he objected firmly, his tone tinged with concern. "Aethelflaed entrusted me with her protection I have to," I argued, my resolve unyielding.

"You cannot go alone, and Uhtred has expressly forbidden me from accompanying you," Finan countered, his brow furrowing with worry. "You're my husband, not my owner," I retorted, a hint of defiance in my voice, though I sensed his exasperation. 

"When you married me, you knew the woman I was, surely you don't regret it now," I challenged, the words hanging in the air as he exhaled deeply, struggling to maintain composure.

Unbeknownst to us Pyrlig counselled Uhtred that this may be God's intention, and Uhtred, seizing upon this revelation, devised a plan to journey to Bebbanburg.

"We're heading to Bebbanburg," Uhtred announced, bursting through the door of the room Finan and I were in, I glanced at Finan and smirked satisfied as he rolled his eyes following after Uhtred.

Uhtred proposed a strategic plan to Edward, that the combined armies of Wessex and Mercia head off Constantin at the Scottish border, cutting Aethelhelm off from his ally, then turning and defeating him in battle. 

Uhtred would then take Bebbanburg and rule Northumbria in Edward's name, fulfilling the dream of a united Saxon England. Edward however rejected the idea, believing there to be too much risk and proposed instead to appease Constantin by dividing Northumbria between Saxon and Scottish rule, thus avoiding bloodshed. 

The tension in the room was palpable, each breath heavy with the weight of discord. It felt as though the odds were stacked against us once again until a remarkable display of unity unfolded before our eyes. Lord Aldhelm, Lady Aelswith, Father Pyrlig, and Aethelstan all stood in opposition to Edward's plan.

Yet, in a cruel twist of fate, Edward's pride could not bear the sting of dissent. A single snarky remark from Finan, "Not sure things are going your way lord king" punctuated by a shared laugh among us, was all it took for Edward to lash out. 

With a decree as swift as it was severe, he ordered us to be held at swordpoint, the gates sealed shut under the threat of death for any who dared defy his command.

The sudden violence of the confrontation left me reeling, my arms uncomfortably pinned behind my back. In the chaos, I made a desperate move and felt the sickening pop as my shoulder dislocated. A soft whimper escaped my lips, my eyes wide with pain as Finan's gaze met mine, his confusion mirrored in his expression.

Lord Aldhelm then promised that the armies of Mercia would march for Northumbria at dawn, even if they must break down the gates and that prompted the men holding us back to let go as Edward dismissed them. Everyone slowly filed out of the room.

Finan rushed to my side, concern etched deeply into his features. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice tinged with worry. I pointed wordlessly to my arm, the agony evident in every line of my body. "You have to pop it back into place," I managed, my voice strained with anguish.

With a mixture of anger and determination, Finan turned to the guard responsible. "We can deal with him later for now, let's focus on getting your wife's arm fixed," I declared gritting my teeth in pain.

Sihtric, summoned to our aid because Finan refused to attempt relocating my shoulder, took one look at my limp arm and shook his head in disbelief. 

"For the love of God, you're all warriors please put it back in place," I pleaded, my patience wearing thin.

"Uhtred!" I called out, desperation creeping into my voice as he approached. "Please, pop my shoulder back into its socket," I pleaded as he furrowed his brows "If you don't do this I will kill you before you get to take back Bebbanburg" I warned.

With a heavy sigh, Uhtred relented, his fingers probing carefully until, with a sudden jolt, my shoulder snapped back into place. A soft cry escaped my lips, relief washing over me as the searing pain subsided.

"Is it done yet?" Finan asked, his hand tentatively lowering from his eyes. "You have a cowardly husband," Uhtred remarked and I nodded "I seem to have discovered that just today" I said as Finan scowled. 

"Come on, we have work to do," Uhtred commanded, his voice cutting through the lingering tension. If it was a struggle Edward wanted then it was a struggle he was going to get.

"I'm sorry, but you know I can't stand to see you in pain," Finan murmured softly, his lips brushing against my shoulder in a tender gesture of reassurance, before we joined the others. "It's okay," I whispered to Finan, my voice trembling with relief as my eyes softened with understanding.

We leaned into each other, our lips meeting in a tender kiss. The initial tenderness soon gave way to a rising tide of passion, the heat of the moment igniting a spark of desire between us. Lost in the intoxicating embrace, we surrendered to the primal rhythm of our hearts, each touch kindling the flames of longing that smouldered within.

Just as our passion threatened to consume us, Uhtred's voice shattered the fragile intimacy. Startled, we broke apart, our breaths ragged, the heat of our embrace fading into the cool stillness of the room.

With a resigned sigh, Uhtred turned toward us, his expression a mixture of irritation and amusement. "You can hump later," he admonished, his tone tinged with exasperation.

As we gathered our composure, a sense of embarrassment washed over us, the intimacy of the moment abruptly shattered by Uhtred's interruption. With a shared glance, we exchanged a silent vow to carry on later.

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Nine | Vagabond | The Last Kingdom

"Who did this to you?"

"He'll pay for what he's done I swear it to you,"

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As we sailed upon the tumultuous waters, Skade's presence aboard our vessel stirred emotions within me. Her very existence seemed to grate against my senses, each moment spent in her company intensifying my aversion to her. 

The urge to rid ourselves of her loomed heavily in my thoughts, though my reluctance towards violence warred with the desire to be rid of her once and for all.

"What are you doing, trying to cast curses upon her?" Finan's voice cut through the tension, his tone laced with curiosity as he settled beside me, he gently grasped my hand, which fiddled with the ring on my finger, grounding me in his presence.

"I simply can't stand her," I confessed wearily, struggling to maintain my balance amidst the rocking of the boat.

"She has a pretty face though" Sihtric mumbled as he sat on the other side of me, his shallow remark earning a sharp rebuke from me "You say that because you only think with your cock" I retorted, casting a disapproving glance in his direction, though Finan's laughter softened the severity of the moment.

"No, I do not," Sihtric protested, his tone indignant, though his jesting demeanour betrayed the sincerity of his defence. 

I shook my head "I've seen the type of whores who keep you company" and he groaned in response "It's not my fault you haven't been humped since the day you got here and seem to be taking it out on us" he said to which I swiftly slapped him around the head.

"Is that true?" Finan asked a smirk evident on his face and I hid my face in my hands "I don't want to talk about this" I said and Sihtric pulled my hands away from my face "You started it" he pointed out and I grumbled.

"I feel a sense of concern," I admitted, my voice tinged with vulnerability "I'm unfamiliar with the customs of this time and it's hard to place my trust in others enough to follow through with... well you know."

"I'm offended really," Finan said and I slapped his chest "You don't trust us?" Sihtric added and I rolled my eyes.

"I do trust you and Uhtred and little baby monk but that doesn't mean I'm going to hump you" I said as Sihtric laughed. I looked at Osferth who had a shy expression and Uhtred was preoccupied unaware of the conversation brewing, Finan on the other hand hid a look of disappointment.

"Well, maybe you should" Finan mumbled and despite catching his words I pretended like I didn't.

Sihtric continued laughing and I slapped the back of his head keeping my hand there "I quite like your short hair" I said running my fingers through it as he grinned at the feeling "It's easier for me to smack you" I added as he rolled his eyes. 

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We had scarcely settled in Coccham for a few hours when Uhtred's sudden announcement of our return to Winchester stirred a storm of frustration within me. Suppressing the urge to vent my pent-up exasperation, I found myself biting down hard on my bottom lip, a futile attempt to contain my mounting displeasure. 

It seemed as though Uhtred dismissed us, while Skade, with her insidious presence, roamed freely.

Upon our arrival in Winchester, a sense of relief washed over me as I caught sight of Osferth's familiar countenance. "Baby monk!" I exclaimed, my spirits lifting at the sight of his gentle smile. 

His words, delivered with a sense of quiet triumph, confirmed what I had longed to hear, Skade's reign of terror had finally come to an end.

"She's gone?" I echoed, my heart leaping with joy as Osferth nodded in affirmation. "I could kiss you right now, I'm so happy," I confessed, my elation mirrored by Finan's hearty laughter. "She was the devil in disguise" he added. 

Eager for further details, I inquired about Uhtred's whereabouts, only to be interrupted by the arrival of Father Beocca "If you three are here then I know he is nearby" Beocca said and all I did was smile at him. 

"Where's Thyra I miss her?" I asked ignoring his statement as an elated feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. 

He led us towards his house where we found ourselves confronted by the unwelcome presence of Aethelwold, his incessant demands grating upon my nerves. 

"I suggest you leave them alone" I admonished, my voice laced with thinly veiled disdain. His retort was laced with venomous accusation, "Uhtred's whore doing his bidding again I see."

"Watch your mouth you slimy mooch" I warned as he shrugged in response "Use the one eye you've got left I'm sure it'll be enough" Finan said as Sihtric laughed quietly beside us. 

Since the day we met, Aethelwold has harbored a profound resentment towards me. His not so subtle advances towards me grew increasingly irritating, and I may or may not have made it abundantly clear to him in a rather unforgiving manner.

"Oh I apologise, I seemed to forget you three pass her around don't you" he added unfazed and that's when I'd had enough I moved forward to show him exactly how I felt but Finan held me back his steady hand on my shoulder restrained me from succumbing to the urge to retaliate.

"Don't give him the satisfaction," he urged yet his look of pure detest contradicted the restraint he was advising me to uphold.

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Alfred's funeral unfolded in grandeur, but amidst the solemnity, I keenly sensed Thyra's unease beside me, heightened by Tidman's unwelcome presence. Tidman, being one of Aethelwold's groupies, had been previously mentioned by Thyra  to me due to his unforgiving jabs at her.

If any lingering calmness remained within me, it dissipated entirely at that moment. I swiftly seized Tidman by the collar, ushering him away from the mourners and into the solitude outside.

"What is the meaning of this?" he protested clawing at my hand around his collar, but my patience waned. "If you persist in harassing that kind and caring woman, I'll ensure you never have the chance to trouble her again," I declared firmly, punctuating my words with a unforgiving kick to his leg, conveying the gravity of my warning.

"Don't you dare threaten me," he retorted, but I stood my ground, arms crossed defiantly "Or what." 

In an instant, he lunged at me, knocking me to the ground with force. My head collided with the unyielding earth, sending a sharp and unforgiving thud through my senses. His hands closed around my neck, cutting off my air supply with firm pressure.

Gasping for breath, I fought against his grip, each moment a struggle for survival. With adrenaline coursing through my veins, I clawed at his face, compelling him to release me abruptly. His derogatory words hung in the air as he stepped back, leaving a bitter residue of confrontation. "All of you whores are the same," he spat before disappearing quickly.

As I sat on the ground, nursing my aching neck and struggling to catch my breath, Tidman had already vanished. Opting to regroup with a stiff drink, I stumbled upon Finan and Sihtric outside an alehouse, the sting of the encounter still raw upon my bruised skin.

"What happened?" Finan's voice rushed out, laden with concern, as he reached out to gently touch the bruises marring my neck. Anger simmered in his eyes, a flickering flame threatening to ignite into a blazing inferno. I met his gaze and shook my head. 

"Who did this to you?" His words cut through the air like a sharp blade, edged with protectiveness and a hint of fury. As I struggled to find the words, Finan's expression hardened. 

"It was Tidman" I finally confessed and Finan stood up abruptly "He'll pay for what he's done I swear it to you," he declared.

"No, sit down, I sort of might have started it" I said pulling on his arm and forcing him to sit again "I warned him to leave Thyra alone and he didn't quite appreciate it."

Before any further conversation could unfold, a cry of "Fire!" pierced the air, wrenching our attention towards Beocca's house. Panic rippled through the crowd as everyone scrambled to quell the flames. 

My heart sank as the realization crept in. The fire was likely my doing, a consequence of the confrontation with Tidman. Fear tightened its grip on me as I dreaded the possibility that Thyra might still be inside.

"I need to go in," I declared, panic quickening my pulse, but Finan's firm grip held me back. Desperate tears welled in my eyes as I pleaded with him, the flames consuming the house intensifying my anguish. "Please," I begged, my voice trembling with fear and urgency.

"Stop!" Finan yelled, his voice cutting through the chaos, and I collapsed to the ground in defeat. Sobbing uncontrollably, I felt Finan's arms wrap around me, holding me close as Sihtric attempted to console Beocca.

Once the inferno subsided, I approached Beocca with a heavy heart, offering my apologies as guilt weighed heavily upon me. "It's not your fault," he said gently, but I shook my head, unable to accept his reassurance. "It is. I told Tidman to leave her alone, and he did this in response," I admitted, the weight of responsibility heavy on my shoulders.

Beocca stood up abruptly, his expression one of understanding and compassion. "This was not your fault. If anything, you tried to protect her out of the goodness of your own heart," he said, his words offering a glimmer of comfort as he began to walk away.

Following after Beocca, I bore witness to his confrontation with Aethelwold, the pain in his voice piercing through me as he exposed the brutality inflicted upon his wife and then me. "Look at her," Beocca demanded, pulling me forward, his voice trembling with anger and indignation.

"Your brute of a man did that to her, all because she tried to help an innocent woman," he declared, his voice cutting through the tense air like a blade. 

The weight of his accusation hung heavy in the room, reverberating off the walls with palpable intensity. As he spoke, the men around us fixed their gaze upon me, their expressions intense.

Overwhelmed by the attention, I withdrew, urging Beocca to leave with a gentle tug as he received warnings from the other men occupying the room.

Reuniting with Finan and Sihtric outside, I found comfort in their embrace, though the weight of guilt and grief hung heavily upon me like a suffocating shroud. "He's angry," I mumbled as Beocca walked off hastily, my voice barely above a whisper, consumed by remorse.

"He has every right to be," Finan said, his voice gentle yet firm as he tenderly caressed my hair, offering a silent reassurance amidst the turmoil swirling within me. In his embrace, I found a momentary respite from the overwhelming emotions threatening to consume me.

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SIHTRIC SEASON 3 HAIR HAD ME JUST also there were too many quotes in this one that I could've picked for the header it was so hard narrowing it down. Missing my girl Thyra asw 😪

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Five | Vagabond | The Last Kingdom

"I will find him, and I will bring him back,"

"I'll risk everything, even my own life if necessary, he deserves that much,"

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It had been years since the tragic losses of Iseult and Leofric, marking a sombre passage of time since Uhtred and I made our solemn pact amidst the aftermath of the brutal Battle of Ethandun.

Now, our journey had brought us to Eoferwich, following the daring and a little ridiculous rescue of Guthred from the clutches of Kjartan and Sven, Danish warriors who had kept Guthred captive until our intervention.

In the intervening years, Uhtred and I forged an unbreakable bond, assembling a steadfast group around us. Among them was Kjartan's bastard, the latest addition to our ranks. While he showed promise, Halig's lingering distrust of him left me somewhat cautious. Halig, once a loyal retainer of Wulfhere, had chosen to stand by our side, a testament to the strength after the Battle of Ethandun.

Lastly, there was Clapa, a towering figure whose gentle demeanour belied his imposing stature. In him, I found echoes of Leofric's humour and protective spirit, a comforting presence amidst our trials. Together, we navigated the tumultuous currents of fate, bound by loyalty, trust, and the shared weight of our past experiences.

The river water enveloped me in its chilly embrace, yet its temperature failed to register in my senses. I submerged my head, allowing the liquid to saturate my hair completely. 

Nostalgia swept over me as I yearned for the familiar scents of my shampoos and soaps, the squeaky clean feeling that would leave my skin as I cleansed and exfoliated. I sighed, reclining in the water and closing my eyes to bask in the moment.

Abruptly, a voice disrupted my solitude. "You've never told me what those marks mean," it said. Startled, I turned to find Uhtred seated at the water's edge, observing me intently. "Uhtred!" I gasped, splashing water in his direction, but he only chuckled in response.

"Turn around right now," I commanded, and he continued to laugh, teasingly complying. "Where I'm from, it is rude to stare at women when they're naked," I added, smirking.

"That is also a custom here," he teased, finally turning around as I navigated out of the water, reattaching my clothes. I seized the opportunity to sneakily approach him, delivering a playful smack to the back of his head, prompting a groan from him.

Despite outward appearances and the assumptions of others, Uhtred and I maintained a steadfast commitment to our bond, which, though enduring and profound, remained rooted solely in friendship throughout the passing years. 

Even amidst moments of pure inebriation, when the allure of intoxication and the taste of sour ale threatened to blur the lines of propriety, neither Uhtred nor I succumbed to the temptation of physical intimacy. Crossing the threshold into that territory would've surely affected us in ways beyond repair so neither of us ever took the risk.

"I only have three marks, well, tattoos," I explained as we started walking back together, with Uhtred placing his arm lazily around my shoulders. "A small butterfly on my hip that I got with my friend when we first turned 18," I said, tugging at my pants to reveal the delicate creature on my hip bone. 

"I have the word 'grateful' on my ribcage," I continued, pulling up my tunic to expose the tattoo "And this one here is a small crescent moon," I concluded, displaying the final tattoo on my upper arm.

Uhtred traced the crescent moon with his thumb before leaving his finger pressed over it. "Is it common for women to get tattoos there?" he asked, and I nodded, replying, "Very common."

A moment of silence enveloped us as the crowd reappeared, and suddenly, Uhtred seized my arm, compelling me to stop in step with him.

"Go find Sihtric," he instructed firmly, and I rolled my eyes. "What now?" I asked, but the smile faded from my face when I took in his serious expression.

"Uhtred you're worrying me" I quickly said my eyes searching his face for an explanation. "Tell me right now what it is" I demanded grabbing his arm but he shrugged my hand away.

"Something is wrong," he said before running off, his face contorted with worry. I huffed before beginning my search for Sihtric, only to stumble upon Gisela, who wore a panicked expression.

"What is the matter?" I asked, and she panted heavily stumbling over her words. "My brother, he's planning on..." she started, and my frown deepened. "He's going to sell Uhtred as a slave," she said, dragging me towards the commotion.

I watched as Halig and Uhtred beat against the small confinement they were thrown in, without a second thought I confronted Guthred, my sword drawn, demanding an explanation "Tell me what you are doing, or so help me, I will land this sword between your eyes," I threatened.

"Do nothing" Uhtred pleaded with me and I shot him a look.

Guthred nervously explained his need for men, Aelfric's involvement, and insisted it was for the best. The rat had sold out the men who had rescued him so easily, loyalty certainly didn't mean a lot to him. 

Ignoring Uhtred's plea, the cart rolled out, and I struggled against guards as they held me back, calling out Uhtred and Halig's names.

"Guthred do not do this" I warned and he shook his head affirming "It is for the best lady." 

"Do nothing," Uhtred repeated, his voice now laced with a sense of urgency that cut through the chaos surrounding us. Even in the grip of fear, he was adamant in his concern for my safety.

"I'll find you, I swear!" I shouted desperately as the cart lurched forward, carrying him away from me. With a final, harsh shove that sent me sprawling to the ground, I vowed vengeance upon Guthred. "You will pay for this," I seethed, sheathing my sword with determination and storming out of the hall with urgency burning in my veins.

Determined to take action, I sought out Sihtric. "I'm going to Alfred," I declared, met with his questioning gaze "And then what? You're going to search for Uhtred alone?" he challenged. I shook my head fiercely. "I'm going to plead with Alfred to let Ragnar assist me in finding him," I explained, swiftly gathering my belongings.

"You must stay here and keep watch over Guthred, protect Gisela," I instructed, leading us toward the waiting horses.

"I will find him, and I will bring him back," I vowed, pushing my damp hair from my eyes. "I'll risk everything, even my own life if necessary, he deserves that much," I added resolutely as my horse surged forward, carrying me toward the dreaded city of Winchester, where Uhtred's fate awaited.

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I promise Finan is coming BUT at least we have Sihtric for now 😝 ALSO I just woke up and it's snowing like properly, Ireland hasn't seen snow like this in years (yes I am Irish, only crumb about myself I will reveal though) but I am so so excited 🤭

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