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Forelsket (Osferth x Uhtred's Daughter!Reader)

"Forelsket (Norwegian), the feeling of falling in love."

Summary: Summary: You both knew it was a risk. You were Uhtred’s eldest daughter, his first daughter. He adored you and was more than a little protective. Osferth was, if he was forced to admit it, terrified of his Lord in that regard. So, your relationship remained a secret, you both found it impossible to not be drawn to the other. But it wasn’t as secret as you both believed.

CW: MINORS DNI, she/her pronouns, afab reader, the show timeline barely exists here, Uhtred being a doting but oblivious dad, Finan and Sihtric being smug shits, Osferth being a sweetheart, mentions of sex, p in v sex, (in river)dry humping, fingering, profanity, loss of virginity (m and f), outdoor sex, mentions of alchohol and gambling.

Words: 4873

Thank you to @thenameswinter99 for betaing this for me!

You could remember the day Osferth had come to your father, asking to fight at his side as his uncle, Leofric, had before he died. You had found him so sweet, even then. The look of fear on his face as he approached Uhtred, which quickly turned to embarrassment when his status as a bastard was outed. You still hated Aethelwold for that – something you made known quite often.

And when he turned up before you were set to leave Winchester after Lady Aetheflaed’s wedding? You barely hid the smile that tugged at your lips when you saw him there with his cloak and pack. Giving your father a look that dared him to say no to the young monk.

Watching him try, fail and try again to fight like a warrior. Desperate to be like his uncle, you could tell. It took three offers for him to accept your help, not because he didn’t want help from a woman, but because he didn’t want any help to begin with. It was only with your insistence that Osferth even gave in. It was nice to finally teach someone what Uhtred had taught you.

But that was months ago now. The both of you were close as ever now, to most you were no more than friends. Brought together by your shared youth. The pair of you would ride side by side, eat together, even fight back-to-back. There were few times of day you were ever separated.

You both thought the truth of your relationship was a well-kept secret, a mutual agreement until you had convinced Uhtred you were no longer a child and perfectly capable of not only caring for yourself but also to seek out romantic endeavours. You had argued to Osferth that if your father was going to accept anyone as your other half – it would be him. But while he knew you were probably right, the time just never seemed right.

So, you managed as you were. Quick glances at each over the fire, sneaking off when you could to simply spend time alone. Though Osferth would never allow himself further than heated kisses and intimate caresses.

Little did you both know; your secret wasn’t as hidden as you thought.

The journey back to Rumcofa had been tiring and every single one of them appreciated the next words that came out of Uhtred’s mouth.

“We will rest here for the night; we have all earned the rest.” Uhtred commanded, slowing the five of you down near a small clearing in some trees.

Sihtric made quick work of tugging packs and bedrolls from the horses while Finan volunteered himself to collect wood for a fire. Uhtred began unpacking the food that was left and handing it over to you. You didn’t mind cooking being your task, considering it meant you would stay close to your father – for his comfort more than yours. But more importantly, it meant you spent more time with Osferth.

The monk had well established himself as a good cook, his soups and stews being group favourites. You were more than happy to take a backseat and aid him where you could.

With Uhtred occupied, having wandered off to help Sihtric lay out bedrolls and build the fire in preparation for Finan’s return, you slid across the log you both sat on, brushing your shoulder and leg against Osferth’s.

You felt him freeze, almost dropping the knife he was cutting vegetables with.

“Careful…” he whispered, concentrating on the food before him.

But you could see him glancing up towards your father and Sihtric. He didn’t sound upset, just worried as he usually was when you tried to dance on the line of secrecy.

“My father is well occupied, Sihtric wouldn’t say a word to him if he saw,” you whispered back, seeing Osferth’s gaze now flick to you. That smile you loved so much finally tugging at his lips.

But he didn’t push you away, if anything he relaxed, his leg falling to the side and resting on yours. Seeing you sit close would barely be unusual, everywhere you were you both sat close beside each other. Be it an inn, a camp, or even a feast table.

The pair of you sat in silence, simply enjoying each other’s presence. Soon, Finan returned, and the fire was lit. All the stew was prepared and boiling. Everyone relaxed around the fire, you and Osferth taking it in turns to stir the food before serving. The others talked as they ate, but you and Osferth remained silent, stealing glances at each other and smiling.

Nothing would seem out of the ordinary to a stranger. Just two friends enjoying a meal. But if anyone were to take a closer look, they would see the affection that far surpassed friendship. Or the soft blush that would find Osferth’s cheeks when your hand brushed his as he handed you something. Or how you seemed to inch ever closer to him throughout the night.

And everyone but your father, had begun to take that closer look.

Morning soon came and you were woken by Uhtred calling out that he, Finan and Sihtric were going to bathe in a nearby river. You wondered why Osferth wasn’t included, but when you saw he remained asleep, you simply smiled and set about serving yourself leftover stew for breakfast.

You could hear your father and friends, so you knew they were not far, and while Osferth was asleep you took the chance to press a kiss to his cheek before heading down to the river. Finan and Sihtric were somewhere between brothers and uncles to you now, so seeing them and your father minus their shirts in the river wasn’t anything out of the ordinary.

Simply for privacy, you would always bathe after them, which you appreciated. You sat at the bank, legs outstretched and staring into the distance when you heard the three men shouting something out. Something you soon realised was Osferth’s nickname…

“Baby monk! He lives!” Finan called out, opening his arms to both welcome Osferth and splash water nowhere near him.

You glanced up, seeing your monk in only his undershirt and trousers, his shoes and robe long discarded. Your eyes widened a little when you saw him tug the shirt over his head and you looked only at the ground when he began to untie his trousers. And you silently prayed no one else had noticed.

But when you looked up, you could see both Sihtric and Finan looking at you. Brows raised and annoying smirks on their faces.

Your cheeks felt hot, and you were sure the red flush could be seen. You kept your eyes trained down until you heard your name being called. Trying to block out whatever jokes were being sent your way, until your father called your name.

“When Osferth is done, you bathe, then we leave alright?” Uhtred called to you, and you nodded in response, not trusting your voice.

The three men passed you, Finan stopping to whisper to you.

“Might want to work on that blush, wee one,” he smirked, ruffling your hair as Sihtric laughed.

Thankfully, Uhtred seemed to still be entirely oblivious.

You remained on the bank, waiting until you knew you and Osferth were entirely alone before you even dared look up at him. His back was to you now, but you could see him splashing the water over his face and hair. You had never gone further than touching each other, hurried hands taking what pleasures you could whenever you were left alone.

But the sight of him, creamy skin damp and glistening, the muscles in his back more prevalent now he fought with a sword. You could barely stop the sigh, probably louder than it should have been, and the need to you cross your legs, seeking some friction to soothe the throbbing in your core.

Osferth turned around and looked up, hearing the sigh that fell from your lips, and he couldn’t help his smile when your eyes widened at the sight of him from the front. He wasn’t as well built as the others, he had yet to clock the years as a warrior for that. But he was long and lean, soft lines of muscle over his torso. If you were standing, you might have swooned – though you would never tell him that.

You barely noticed him leave the river, not until he appeared at your side. His shirt remained off, but his trousers were back on, he couldn’t have brought himself to bare himself quite that much to you…yet.

“You should get yourself bathed, otherwise your father will come looking,” Osferth said softly, noticing how your eyes still remained focused on his torso.

It was only his hand on your shoulder that pulled your thoughts back to reality. You closed your eyes, giving your head the slightest of shakes before you stood.

“Right, bathe…”

You knew if you didn’t move now, you would never move. You expected Osferth to leave, ever the gentleman and respecting your privacy. You walked down to the water, assuming he had walked off, tugging at your own shirt and trousers as you went. It wasn’t until you reached the water, that you realised he was still on the bank. He had even sat in your place.

Your back remained to him, discarding your clothes and quickly sinking below the water. If you had turned, you would have seen Osferth completely turned away as you stripped. The idea that he was watching made your whole body hot, your stomach twisting in both nerves and desire.

Only when you were submerged to your shoulders did you turn.

“Staying, Osferth?” you teased, trying to hide the slight quiver that seemed to creep into your voice.

It was Osferth’s turn to stare. He knew he should look away, but he couldn’t seem to. His eyes trailing to where the water rippled around you as you breathed, imagining what was hidden beneath. He was so focused there; he didn’t notice that you had swam closer to the bank.

“My father will not come look for me, and he will assume you are not nearby…you could join me?”

Osferth choked on his breath at your question. You wanted him to what…?

It wasn’t until you asked him again, did Osferth even try to answer. He couldn’t deny that he was tempted, the sinful thoughts in his mind right now would make even Finan blush. But he knew it was still risky. And you could see his hesitation. In an act of both mercy and the desire to have some alone time with him, you decided to find a compromise. You quickly leaned out to grab your shirt, slipping it over your head. Your body covered in a perfect opposite to Osferth’s.

“Now I am almost as covered as you, does that change your mind?”

Osferth knew you both might not get another moment alone before you reached Rumcofa. Plus, you were of the same mind as him, you would never push him further than he wished to go. He said nothing as he made his way down the bank, barely stopping as he slid into the water. He’d find a way to explain his wet clothing later.

“You’re a walking temptation, you know that?” he smiled, slipping his arms beneath the water to tug your body to his.

“Then let me tempt you…”

Your hands rested on his chest, taking a moment to savour the feel of his skin beneath your palms. One day, you’d be able to take your time, truly savour every moment. But for now, this would do.

There was barely an inch between you both, your shirt soaked and stuck to the dips and swells of your body. Osferth’s hands found your waist, leaning down to press his forehead to yours, breath fanning over your face. He could feel every ounce of blood in his body rush to his length, already feeling himself harden and he’d barely touched you. You were his first, in truth, and his body liked to remind him of it.

Your eyes closed as his lips pressed to yours. Gentle at first, but it wasn’t long before he got a little more heated. His tongue licking softly over your lower lip, asking for entry. Which you gladly gave, desperate to have as much of your monk as he’d give you.

His kiss deepened, arms wrapping around your waist, holding you impossibly tight to his chest. You gasped into his mouth as he lifted you, turning until your back rested against the firm bank of the river.

“Osferth…” you gripped tight to his shoulders as you sighed his name.

His lips drifting down until they latched onto your neck, your head dropping back in pleasure. Osferth was so lost to pleasure that he barely registered your leg hooking around his waist, or his own hand supporting it on instinct. He just wanted to feel you. He drank down every one of your moans, his hips begin to rut up into you in a primal need for more. More you, more pleasure, more…anything.

Pleasure rippled through your core; you’d only ever felt him like this once. The last time you had ever been left alone and you had found yourself straddling Osferth’s lap. Rolling your hips down onto him until you both found your releases.

But this…this felt far more intimate. His large hand gripping the meat of your thigh in a bid to keep some control of his urges. Your own hands dug into the flesh of his shoulders for the same reason.

Osferth’s lips remained on your throat as his focus turned to the rhythm of his hips. You could hear him muttering under his breath, and you were sure you heard a few curses mixed in with your name.

You were both so lost to pleasure, Osferth already twitching against you, that neither of you heard a voice in the distance calling your names. It was only when you heard a rustle of leaves, and the crunch of footsteps did you push Osferth back.

“Shit…” you muttered to yourself and Osferth quickly snapped back to reality.

He almost threw himself back up into the bank and tugging his shirt over his body. You were more impressed by the speed at which he put distance between himself and you. You were also quick to leave the water, pulling on the rest of your clothes and sitting down at the edge to wring out your hair.

You could hear Osferth talking but you didn’t dare look up to see who. But when you heard him walk away, you waited a few minutes before you chose to follow.

The looks on Sihtric and Finan’s faces, however, when you returned to the camp told you it had been one of them that had interrupted you. Lucky for them, you didn’t notice the coins that passed between them as you sat opposite Osferth, a tinge of pink on your cheeks..

The journey that afternoon was quiet, though you knew Sihtric and Finan were keeping their eyes trained between you and Osferth. You did your best to drown out their snickering, knowing for sure they were talking about that morning.

Osferth rode quietly at your right, though you couldn’t bring yourself to look over at him, knowing it would only prompt more chatter from your two quite annoying friends. Uhtred, thankfully continued to remain unaware, focused on the destination rather than the journey itself.

Thankfully, Rumcofa soon appeared in the distance. You had never been happier to see those wooden buildings and the shouting of the merchants arriving by boat. You hoped that you could just disappear the moment you arrived, sparing yourself the torment you knew would come from your friends.

Your horses were stabled for you the moment you arrived, and you barely looked back as hurried towards the inn your father usually had everyone stay in. By the time the others entered, you had already collected your key and disappeared up the stairs to your room. You didn’t even turn to see Osferth’s face drop into what could only be disappointment.

You still didn’t come down from your room for food, asking the innkeeper if you could eat upstairs instead. That certainly didn’t go unnoticed by your father, but he knew you well enough to know it was useless bothering you. You were much too like him, stubborn to your own detriment.

Instead, you ate in silence, though you could hear the laughter and shouting from the inn below. And you recognised four very distinct laughs without a doubt. But you were embarrassed. Not of Osferth, you could never. But of the way your friends reacted. As if they found it ridiculous – which hurt your feelings. Or were being horrendously smug about finally having their thoughts confirmed.

You did your best to ignore it all. Forcing yourself to sleep through it.

During the day, you were present. Following your father where he needed to go. Eating your meals with your friends. But Osferth could see you were more careful with your actions. Not sitting so close, glancing up at Sihtric and Finan as if gauging their reactions.

But when the evening came, you would excuse yourself back to your room – saying you were tired from the day and simply wished for sleep.

Everyone knew better than to argue with you, solely because you would rarely relent. If you were going to do something, you would do it. No opinion needed.

So, for four more nights in a row, your father and the others remained drinking downstairs whilst you disappeared and slept – as far as they knew.

In reality, you lay awake mostly. Temptation to join them gnawing at you but you knew if you went down and drank, you would be more likely to slip up and reveal what you had kept so well hidden.

But on the fifth night, shouting outside your window pulled you from your bed. From what you could hear, it was two women fighting. Fighting over what, however, would surprise you.

“He’s mine!” you heard one voice shout, only to be followed by a slapping sound and another shout.

“No! He’s mine, you bitch!”

Your eyes widened a little, curiosity taking over as you tugged a blanket over your shoulders before poking your head out of the window. But what, or who, you saw changed your curiosity to anger.

Osferth, quickly followed by Uhtred and Finan, the monk calling out to Uhtred for ‘some help’.

“What the…” you hurried out of your room, footsteps thundering down the wooden steps as you all but ran through the inn. You hadn’t seen Sihtric in the corner of the inn, smirking when he saw the pure rage on your face.

You exited the inn, the rain making you pull the blanket tighter around your shoulders, to see your father and Finan pulling to women apart and Osferth standing looking more than embarrassed.

The woman in Finan’s grip struggled, and you realised immediately…

They were fighting over Osferth.

None of the men had seen you, yet. Uhtred and Finan escorted the women away and Osferth turned to re-enter the inn when he saw you. You jaw tight and your eyes filling with angry tears.

“Are you fucking serious, Osferth?” you snapped, the rain hiding the tears that hit your cheeks.

His eyes dropped to the ground, feet fidgeting as he tried to figure out what to say. But his silence only made you angrier.

“I leave you to your own devices and you have two women fighting over you, after four days without me?”

You knew your words were probably a little harsh, you had both decided to keep your relationship a secret. And you would never deny Osferth was handsome, so it made perfect sense for other women to find him attractive and desirable. But you hated how jealous it made you.

Osferth finally looked at you, his eyes sad compared to your angry.

“I didn’t do anything…they just…wouldn’t leave me alone…”

Always so polite. You had never really noticed it, because when you were with him, Osferth would be entirely focused on you. But apparently without you, he hadn’t the heart to reject any woman who approached him.

His words made you falter, just a little.

“So, you didn’t want them?”

Osferth took a few steps forward, frowning as you stepped back. As the rain got heavier, you walked back until you were sheltered under what turned out to be an empty stable.

The monk followed, trying to reach out to you but quickly changing his mind.

“I could never,” his voice was so soft you could barely hear him over the rain, but you heard enough.

He stepped forward again, his hand stretching out just a little. But you didn’t move this time. Soon, he was mere inches from you, pushing the wet hair out of your face.

“Why would I, when I have you?” Osferth kept his hand on your cheek, smiling when you didn’t push him away.

He wanted to ask why you had pulled yourself away, but he didn’t want to upset you more. It could wait. What he really wanted to do was show you what you meant to him. You let him tilt your face up, nuzzling your cheek into his hand as your eyes closed.

“And I only want you,” he whispered, leaning in so slow you were almost ready to pull him closer just as his lips brushed against yours.

It wasn’t long before the kiss deepened, Osferth’s tongue sliding between your parted lips as the blanket slipped from your shoulders. The rest was a flurry of rough kisses and wandering hands. You didn’t know when Osferth had backed you against the wall, but you didn’t stop him. With one hand on your waist and the other gripping your jaw, his whole body pressed impossibly close to yours.

“Please…” you whispered, breaking the kiss and tugging a little at his robe.

Osferth leaned his forehead pressed against yours, reminding you almost perfectly of your little moment in the river. His eyes were closed, his breath hot on your skin. He could feel the desire pulsing through his veins, the need to show you just how much he did truly want you. This was not how he planned it, but it felt perfect.

It was too cold to bare yourselves fully, but with your soft nightgown – something you wore only when you stayed at inns – and he being dressed only in his robe and trousers, there was enough to work with.

He knew enough of the pleasures other men pursued to know that you needed to be prepared. That it would hurt you. His eyes opened slowly, glancing around for the best…location in the stable.

“Are you sure?” he asked, but you only pressed your lips to his, trying to slip your hand beneath his robe. But he gripped your wrist gently.

“Say it, love, please…”

You smiled, even now, your monk was a gentleman.

“I want this, and I want you.”

It was like something had ignited inside him. His grip on your wrist loosened, capturing your lips in a kiss you didn’t think him capable of. Your eyes fluttering closed as you moaned into his mouth. You quickly pulled your dress, bunching the fabric to the top of your legs. Osferth had managed to tug off his robe, leaving him in an undershirt and his now untied trousers.

Your mind reeled, it was like you were back in the river, except this time it was really going to happen. But your mind went blank the second you felt his fingers travel down between your thighs. Easing down inch by inch until they pressed against your pearl.

“Osferth,” you sighed, the sensation already sending waves of pleasure through you.

His fingers were tentative, though his movements became surer as he listened and responded to the sweet sounds that fell from your lips. Your hands finding purchase on his shoulders and soon your hips began to rock down to match his rhythm.

With his forehead pressed against yours, he dared to slip a single digit between your folds. Swallowing your moan with his kiss. He knew, from the loud and sometimes unnecessarily descriptive conversations Finan and Sihtric would have, that a woman needed to be well prepared – especially if it was her first time.

And he had every intention of bringing you all the pleasure he could.

“Does it feel good, love?” he whispered, internally cringing away from the words but the way you bit your lip and kissed him harder gave him his answer and only spurred him on more.

“Yes, gods, yes…” you panted, hand raising to tangle in his damp hair, pulling his lips back down to yours as you felt the familiar pressure make your walls clench in anticipation.

Osferth let out a groan at the feeling, his mind immediately wondering if this is how it would feel when he buried himself inside you. Your moans pitched higher as your peak washed over you. Osferth let his fingers move a few more times before pulling away, his lips pressing to yours in another heated kiss. You had barely relaxed when fumbling hands found your thigh and wrapped around your back, hoisting you up with your legs soon wrapped around his waist.

You could hardly contain your gasped moan when you felt the length of him push against you, still clothed with his trousers. But Osferth spared now more time freeing himself. He would find time to be sweet and slow later, right now, he needed you.

“Slowly, I’ll go as slow as I can...” he mumbled, mostly to himself as he held himself by the base, sliding his swollen cockhead between your folds.

It took every fibre of his being not to slam his hips up into you. He could hear you wince a little the deeper he went, and he kept his eyes on you the entire time. Watching for even the smallest sign of discomfort. You nodded, gripping his shoulders tight as he pushed further in, feeling the sting of your maidenhood breaking.

You barely hid your hiss, but a deep kiss to Osferth’s lips assured him you were fine. Slowly but surely, he was into the hilt. His breath was heavy as he waited for your permission to move, just the squeezing and clenching of your walls around his cock was enough to almost having him spilling there and then.

“Move, please…” you whispered, and Osferth began a tentative rhythm.

With your legs wrapped tight around his waist, his hands and body supporting you, his thrusts slowly got faster. Drinking down every gasp and moan with hungry kisses. Your hand tight in his hair as he chased his own end.

Osferth knew it wouldn’t be a long embrace, but he could already feel himself twitching and pulsing with impending release. Another wave of pleasure took over you, his name like a sordid prayer on your lips.

That was his undoing. The squeeze of your walls, the delicious sound of his name on your tongue. Just as he felt the heat rush down his spine, he pulled back, spilling himself with a few quick tugs onto the stone floor below.

You didn’t mind how ungracefully your feet hit the ground, the muscles in your thighs however were already aching.

When Osferth was finally spent, he turned back to you, a soft and tired smile on his lips.

“I love you,” he whispered, eyes wide when he realised what he’d said.

But you only pulled him closer, laughing as he frantically stuffed his cock back into his trousers.

“I love you too.”

Finan and Sihtric almost had to hold Uhtred down when the sound of moans filtered across the small road between the stable and the inn. It wasn’t until they all heard Osferth’s name, followed by a groan of your name did they actually have to hold Uhtred back.

“She’s my daughter and he’s…” Uhtred growled out as both men tugged him back to his seat.

The two men looked at each other with soft yet smug smiles.

“They’re in love, lord,” Finan stated, watching as Uhtred’s anger turned to confusion.

“In love?”

Sihtric stifled a laugh as, yet another moan was heard as someone opened the inn door.

“Have been for a while now, I wager, they thought they were excellent secret keepers.”

Uhtred slumped in his chair. Knowing you, it wouldn’t be worth telling you not to pursue Osferth. And, if he was honest with himself, there were no kinder men more suited to you than the young monk. But he’d never tell either of you that.

The sounds of pleasure seemed to, thankfully, reach an end and Uhtred made a quick exit to seek out another drink. As he left, Sihtric begrudgingly slid the coins he’d won at camp back over to Finan.

While the Dane had been right about your relationship with Osferth, it seemed Finan had been more right about when the two of you would finally make it physical.

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