#fuck aethelwold

[bilbotargaryen]

Just finished S3E3 of TLK and Aethelwold makes me so mad...and it makes me mad that Uhtred doesn't point out that Aethelwold is the problem. And I am mad that Ragnar would say and do what he did. Guess it was a mistake to speak in front of everyone. Guess Ragnar's hand was forced...but not seeing through the slimey asscrack that is Aethelwold is unacceptable! Both of them are better than this.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: requested by anon :)

Warnings: 18+! fluff/suggestive/angst. mention of alcohol, cheating, heartbreak.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: After a false accusation, you changed your life around. But it came back to haunt you after you met Sihtric.

wordcount: 4.5k

Masterlist

'You're still ruining lives!'

Brida: you're a such a fucking bitch!

You: ?? wow okay

Brida: I can't believe you fucked Ragnar!

You: wait

You: WHAT?!

You stared at the incoming texts from Brida, your best friend, who was accusing you of sleeping with her boyfriend, Ragnar. Which you really hadn't. Yes, you were a bit of a bitch and you enjoyed playing the players, so to say, but Ragnar wasn't a player. Or so you thought.

You: I would never do that!

You: first of all, you're my best friend!

You: you know I don't mess with my friends' boyfriends!! I can believe you're accusing me of this!

You: I have no idea where you are getting this story from…

Brida: Aethelwold told me!

You: are you fucking serious?!

You: you're believing that piece of weasel shit over me?!

Brida: fuck you! You fucking whore!!!

And just like that, your best friend had blocked you. And you'd soon find out she deleted you from all her social media, as had Ragnar. You weren't one to easily get upset, or to cry, but this had seriously left you with a horrible feeling. So you were upset, and you did cry. 

And in the following days you abruptly changed your mindset as well as your lifestyle. You had enough of messing around with douchebags, even if they deserved it. For years you enjoyed giving fuckboys a taste of their own shitty medicine, but look where it has gotten you. You suddenly realised your days of fucking in a public toilet or, worse, somewhere in a dark corner on the street with some jerk were over. 

No more messing around. No more boys in general for a while. It was time to grow up.

When you finally downloaded a dating app again, you hadn't dated or messed with any guys for almost a year and half. On the app you quickly matched with a guy named Uhtred, who was quite handsome. You went out on a date but, as nice as he was, you didn't feel that romantic spark. However, there was an instant friendship. You kept in touch and became good friends. You soon found out Uhtred knew Brida too. He told you he had a falling out with her about a year ago, and you told him you hadn't heard from her in a while either. You weren't proud of your past and you were still hurting from the false accusation, so you figured there was no reason to tell Uhtred why you and Brida stopped talking. 

In the following months you also became friends with Uhtred's friends, and he even tried to set you up with Osferth, which you thankfully declined. He was sweet, but not your type. And his other friend, Finan, who was a handsome Irish man, was smitten by a girl named Eadith. But everyone knew that relationship would never work out, except for Finan himself, so he kept chasing her. 

And then you met Sihtric.

Sihtric was a gorgeous and stunning Dane, who was also a sweetheart and a jokester. He was tall and very well built. He had a tattoo on his neck and some on his fingers, and his beautiful face had a few scars, as did the rest of his body. He had a short goatee, a sweet smile, and his eyes were two different colours, which he seemed to easily enchant you with once you noticed it. Overall, Sihtric had a rugged look, which made him smoking hot and sexy as hell. He had the most outrageous haircut you had ever seen when you first met; one side completely shaved off while on the other side he had kept his dark curls. And when Uhtred introduced him to you, on a random night out clubbing, you were instantly head over heels. And to your luck, so was Sihtric. 

Your relationship started off hot and heavy. That same night you first met, you already went home with him. You had been sexless for nearly two years when you met him, and no man had ever aroused you as much as Sihtric had that first night. The way he danced with you in the club, grinding his crotch against your buttocks as you felt his big hands on your hips. And the way his muscular chest was pressed against your back, so he could lean the side of his face against yours, staying close. And the sound of his sexy laugh in your ear, when you brought your hands up behind you, feeling his curls and the slight stubble underneath your fingertips while resting the back of your head onto his broad shoulder, dancing to the smooth beat of the music together. And his accent when he spoke to you, made your knees weak and your core heat up. You were desperate for a good fuck that night, with a good guy. Not the regular douchebags from your past, you never slept with them out of love. And you could immediately tell Sihtric was a good guy, which made you want to make love with him even more. And to your surprise, he made the first move that night.

'You want to come home with me, beautiful?' Sihtric asked after a few hours, his lips grazed your ear as he spoke, his arms circled around you from behind, 'but… I want to be clear that I'm not a one night stand guy though. So if that's what you're looking for, I'm not your guy.'

You smiled and turned around, placed your hands on his chest while his moved down your back, respectfully resting on your ass, never making it inappropriate. You pushed yourself up on your tiptoes to lean in.

'I don't do one night stands anymore either,' you said in his ear, not quite yelling, but loud enough to be heard over the music.

You leaned slightly back and stared up in his eyes, then you both smiled. 

'But, yeah, I'd love to go home with you!' you said after you had pushed yourself up your toes again.

And so Sihtric was quick to call a cab while you grabbed your bag, and you went home with him. At the time, Sihtric had only just moved out of his shared place with Finan, to a new and trendy apartment building, where he lived on the seventh floor. And while the elevator took you up to his floor, you had already rid Sihtric of his leather belt, and he had accidentally pulled a few buttons off your blouse, in an eager attempt to kiss his way down from your neck, until his lips were in between your clavicles. 

Sihtric fumbled with his keys, trying to open his front door while he held you in his arms. Your legs around his waist, arms around his neck and your back pressed up against the door, while his lips never left yours and his tongue remained in your mouth. Once inside, Sihtric kicked his off boots while he still held you in his strong arms. 

He threw you on his bed with a grin, and he fucked you like no man had ever done before. The way he could switch so easily between gentle and passionate, to rough with an almost violent pace made you scream out his name all night. He pleased you with his mouth, tongue, fingers and his cock, and it was the best sex you ever had in your life; because it was honest and there was a real connection.

And by the time Sihtric had made you finish for a third time that night, you knew you had fallen in love.

You and Sihtric grew close real fast, and you were now dating for about six months. Sihtric was an absolute, hopeless romantic. Not a week went by where he wouldn't show up at your door with flowers, or him leading you towards his kitchen, because he had cooked yet another delicious meal for you without you even asking. And you made him the happiest man alive by leaving little notes around his house before you had to leave, or secretly shoved them inside his pockets so he'd find them later, on which you wrote things such as:

I love you, pretty boy x

Or…

You were so good to me last night, I promise I'll be good to you tonight.

And…

By the time you'll read this, I'll be missing you so badly already…

But Sihtric's favourite notes were the ones he'd find in his kitchen, when he came home after an evening shift, while you were half asleep in his bed already, which would say:

I left you dinner in the oven, and you can eat me for dessert x

You couldn't keep your eyes, hands or mouths away from each other, whether it was in private or in public. Apart from going to work during the day, you were basically inseparable. And while you didn't officially live together, you spent most weekends, evenings and nights together, and you both knew it would only be a matter of weeks before one of you would give up your own apartment and fully move in. And in truth, you both couldn't wait.

While you were completely occupied with each other most of the time, you still made sure to go out with your friends every weekend. And like every Saturday, you found yourself in the same club you first met Sihtric at, dancing with your hot boyfriend and having drinks with the rest of the guys. Uhtred had finally found himself a lady a few weeks ago, Gisela, who kept you company when both your boyfriends had to show off and do some silly armwrestling competition on a table, near the bar. 

And as the night progressed, you naturally ended up in Sihtric's arms again, dancing and simply having a good time. You didn't know that while you were all over your boyfriend, one of the guys you messed with years ago had walked into the club; Aethelred. And he had been watching you for a good moment already, determined to ruin your night. And after you told Sihtric you had to use the restroom and gave him a kiss before you left his arms, Aethelred made his way over to your boyfriend.

'Is she your girlfriend?' he asked, 'the one that just walked off?'

'Yeah,' Sihtric furrowed his brow, 'why?'

'Nah,' Aethelred said, 'I used to know her. Real cunt of a woman,' he said and sipped his drink nonchalantly.

'Excuse me?' Sihtric felt his blood boil at the words of the stranger.

'Yeah,' Aethelred shrugged, 'she led me on, man. We fucked once and then she strung me along for weeks. Saying she was into me and that she loved me, but she didn't have time to meet up after that one night, then she suddenly blocked my number and ghosted me. I found out later that's what she does. She's a fucking black widow, mate. You better watch yourself. She'll lure you in, only to fuck you, then she'll devour you and after that she'll spit you out when she had enough, and leave. On to the next guy…'

Sihtric stared at the young man, confused, but also concerned. Why would someone make a story like this up, he thought, there had to be some truth in it. You had told him once that you had a wild period in your life, but you didn't go into full detail, as Sihtric said it didn't matter. You were his girl now, the past was in the past. He just had no idea what it actually was you had done, and he suddenly worried you were playing him.

You walked back into the crowded place but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Aethelred, the biggest douchebag of all, talking with Sihtric. When you had messed with Aethelred, years ago, he was married, and he was a real asshole towards women. He deserved to be played with, and he knew it too, but he would never forgive you for making him feel like a fool.

You took a deep breath and walked up to Sihtric, who looked a little conflicted.

'Hey, babe,' you smiled and threw your arms around him.

'H-hey,' he smiled weakly.

'Hi,' Aethelred grinned when you met his eyes, but you ignored him, to which he looked sour. 

'Long time no see,' he said, 'I'm sure you remember me. I see you've got yourself a new victim.'

'What is your problem?' you hissed and gave him a shove with your shoulder.

'You are my problem!' Aethelred snarled as he stumbled a few steps back.

Uhtred, Osferth and Finan noticed the commotion and came over, just when Sihtric tried to diffuse the situation, his arms around your waist to pull you away from Aethelred when he brought his fist up, ready to punch you in the face.

'Watch it, you fucking prick!' Sihtric shouted, shoving you behind him as he got up in Aethelred's face.

'You're still ruining lives!' Aethelred yelled at you, cowardly taking a step back from Sihtric, 'didn't you even fuck your best friend's guy? What's his name… uh… oh! Ragnar!'

'I didn't!' you yelled.

'Ragnar?' Sihtric frowned and turned around to face you.

'Wait, wait, wait!' Uhtred threw his hands up and turned to you, while Osferth and Finan just stood there gaping. 

'Are you the girl who fucked Ragnar and caused him and Brida to break up?' Uhtred asked.

'I never-'

Uhtred turned to Sihtric, ignoring your reply, 'Sihtric, did you know it was her?'

Sihtric, who looked absolutely devastated all of the sudden, shook his head and swallowed hard.

'N-no,' he said, barely audible over the club's noise.

Everyone stared at you and Sihtric, and you felt your eyes tear up when you saw Sihtric's face. Everyone knew of the story about Ragnar and Brida, but no one knew the truth, or who the girl was who supposedly caused their break up; you.

'I swear I didn't do that!' you yelled with a broken voice.

Sihtric nodded and grew timid, then took a step away from you. Finan and Osferth were quick to wrap their arms around him, knowing Sihtric felt betrayed and played, and he was heartbroken. And actually, they all felt played by you. Why did you never tell them about that rumour? If it wasn't true, then why had you hid your past from them all this time? Sihtric felt used and humiliated, and he needed to get away from you. He grabbed his bottle of alcohol, pushed his friends off him and stormed out of the club. And you followed.

'Sihtric!' you yelled, running to keep up with him as he paced through the nearly empty streets, 'Sihtric, wait!'

He didn't react, instead, he gulped down the bottle before he smashed it to pieces on the street.

'Babe, wait! Where are you going?!' you yelled and you jumped over the shattered glass.

'Home!' Sihtric snarled as he turned to face you, 'away from you!'

'Wha- I…'

'Did you have fun?!' he yelled, 'was it worth it?! Was I a good fuck to you?! When were you planning on dumping me? Tonight? Tomorrow? Or would you wait a few more weeks, keeping me around longer, so I'd hurt even more!'

'Sihtric, stop!' you cried and grabbed his arm when he tried to turn away again, 'it's not like that! I swear it's not like that!'

'Did you ever even love me!?' Sihtric shouted as he grabbed your shoulders, 'just, please,' he said with a sob, and broke down in tears, 'did you ever fucking love me?'

You started to cry even harder, not able to bring out a word, as you really thought Sihtric knew your feelings for him were real. How could he think that everything had been a lie? It made you feel sick inside, and you were just speechless.

'Thought so,' Sihtric sniffled and let go of you, 'I… I knew you were too good to be true.'

He turned away from you again and walked off, into the night. Uhtred, Finan and Osferth ran past you, after the Dane, and Osferth was the only one who stopped for a moment.

'How could you do this to him?' he asked you.

And then Osferth left you too, alone, in the middle of the street, with a broken heart. And when you turned around, you saw Aethelred, enjoying his drink with a satisfied look on his face.

For days on end you tried to contact Sihtric, but he didn't reply to any of your messages. He hadn't blocked you, which made it even worse, because you could see he had been reading your messages, he just didn't write back.

In your despair, you wrote to your mutual friends as well, asking if Sihtric was okay. But no one seemed keen to interact with you, apart from one text you got from Finan, in which he told you what a bitch you were. And that's also how you found out what Aethelred had told Sihtric that night. You desperately kept trying to contact Sihtric, needing to know if he was okay, but to no avail.

Until several days later Osferth suddenly replied.

Osferth: no

Osferth: he's not okay

Osferth: what were you thinking?

You: Osferth!

You: thank you for responding… are you with Sihtric right now?

It took a long time before he replied again.

Osferth: yes…

You: please, please tell him I miss him. I swear this is all a misunderstanding! I need Sihtric… please, tell him I need to see him

You could barely see through your teary eyes when you hit send. And minutes later Osferth read your message and replied.

Osferth: he doesn't want to see you, okay?

Osferth: I think you should let this go. Let him go, before you drag him down further… he's broken, you've done enough damage already. leave.

And with those words, your world came crumbling down once again.

Weeks passed, and not a word from Sihtric. You had stopped by his apartment building several times in the evening, knowing he was home, but he refused to answer the intercom, no matter how many times you rang. You knew you were more or less stalking him right now, but he was the most amazing guy you had ever met. You loved Sihtric, wholeheartedly, and you knew he was the only man for you. You couldn't let him slip away like that. Not because of something you didn't even do.

And so, days later, you were once again outside his apartment building, ringing his doorbell downstairs. And as expected, he again ignored you, so you decided to text him.

You: Sihtric, please, just hear me out…

You: what that guy told you in the club that night wasn't completely true. Yes, I used to be a bitch. I messed with guys. And I know it doesn't make it any better, but I only messed with the guys who messed with girls… I treated those guys the same way they treated women, and they didn't like it. I know it was wrong and foolish, but I stopped that almost two years before I met you… 

You: it's true that Brida was my best friend, but I swear I never, NEVER slept with Ragnar. And I truly don't know who he slept with, or if he even did. The rumour was spread by Aethelwold, who I guess you know too by now, and I don't know why he started it. Maybe because he just likes to stir shit up…

You: but I swear, love, I never slept with Ragnar. Never. That friendship ending really hurt me, and I completely changed my life after that. You're the first guy I was intimate with after that all happened, almost two years later. And apart from that one date with Uhtred, you're the only guy I've been seeing ever since, and when we first met… I just knew we were meant to be. 

You: darling, I love you. God, how I love you. You are everything to me, Sihtric. And I miss you so much, it's fucking killing me. Please, believe me. This is the whole truth. 

You: I never planned on messing with you, that's not who I am anymore. I promise my intentions with you were always pure and of good nature. Please, give me another chance. 

You: please know that what we had was real, from my side at least. And I'm sorry you found out about my past like that. I never told you because we both agreed our pasts shouldn't matter… I would never hide anything from you, and if you had asked me, I would have told you the truth. 

You: I miss you. I need you. I love you. I won't give up on you. I won't leave you alone until you tell me straight to my face that we're over… I can't live without you, please.

You were a sobbing mess by the end of your typing, and your heart skipped several beats when you saw Sihtric was online and was reading your messages. 

And after a few long minutes, you suddenly heard the main entrance door unlock.

'Sihtric,' you said with a desperate sob as he opened the door, and you fell in his arms.

Against his will, Sihtric tried to make himself believe, he held you tightly in his arms as you cried while mumbling dozens of apologies. And when he stepped back, you saw he was just as broken as you were. Without speaking, he motioned you to take a seat, and he sat down across from you. And then you waited for him to start the conversation. But as he couldn't even look at you without tearing up, you figured you had to make the first move.

'H-how have you been?' you asked, fighting your tears.

Sihtric hummed softly and shrugged weakly. He clenched his jaw, biting down his emotions, and then he finally spoke.

'Drunk… most of the time,' he said with a hoarse voice, 'you?'

'Crying,' you answered, 'and… more or less stalking you.'

'Who… who was that guy at the club that night?' Sihtric asked.

'His name is Aethelred. I met him years ago,' you said, 'he was married, but he hated his wife. He… hit her. And one night he showed interest in me, and so I led him on. That's what I did back then. I played the players. I wanted them to see how it feels to be led on. To be manipulated and crushed,' you confessed, 'and I know that doesn't justify my behaviour. I'm only trying to explain why I did it.'

Sihtric nodded slowly, looking down at his feet.

'Why did he come up to me?'

'I really don't know,' you said, 'I guess…I really hurt him. I made him look like a fool, I hurt his ego. I think he saw us together and simply wanted to get back at me.'

Sihtric let your answers sink in for a moment before he spoke again.

'And what about Ragnar?'

'I never slept with him,' you said firmly, 'I was a bitch, but I had my boundaries too.'

'Where does the rumour come from?' Sihtric asked and finally looked at you, deep into your eyes.

'I…,' you sighed, 'I think Aethelwold made it up because I turned him down one night. I think he just wanted to make me look bad, but had no idea he caused a whole series of fucked up shit to happen as a result. I've never even spoken to or seen him again since that time I rejected him.'

'Did you fuck him?' Sihtric asked, staring at you.

'Never,' you grimaced, 'he's a weasel, but he never treated a woman like a piece of shit. I had no reason to mess with him, and… I had standards, I guess. He's not my type.'

'What is your type?' Sihtric shrugged, 'douchebags?' 

'No,' you scoffed, then teared up again, 'you are, Sihtric. You are my type. You are everything I ever fucking dreamed of,' you started crying, 'you're the first guy I truly fell in love with, for the right reasons.'

'Why?' Sihtric asked, 'why me?'

'Because you treated me with respect from the very first moment we met. You told me straight up you weren't into one night stands, you didn't want to mess around, you wanted something serious. As did I. And I still do,' you sniffled, 'all I wanted when I left that pathetic life behind me, was a good guy. A good man. And you are exactly that. You make me feel loved, you make me complete. And I know we went quite fast in our relationship, but only because it felt right to me. I never did it to mess with you. Sihtric,' you wiped your tears, 'I love you so much. You are everything. Everything.'

You stared at Sihtric, who slowly nodded again and raked his fingers through his curls. Then he sniffed and, when he looked back up at you, you saw his face had changed. He seemed calmer suddenly, and a faint smile tugged at his lips.

'So… I'm just a good guy? That's it?'

'Well, no, I mean… yeah… but,' you stammered, confused, 'you're really sweet too. And funny. You're a good listener, you're smart, protective. And… handsome,' you smiled softly. 

Sihtric got up from his chair and moved to sit next to you, on the sofa, where he looked down at his feet for a while before he turned to look into your eyes again.

'Just handsome?' he asked with a cocky half smile.

'Sihtric… I… what-'

'Handsome,' he looked offended, 'that's it? You don't find me wildly arousing?' he showed you a hint of his cheeky grin.

You blinked rapidly, staring at the Dane as if he spoke a language you had never heard before. Then Sihtric leaned in and took your chin gently between his fingers.

'You always told me I was the sexiest man you had ever seen,' he smiled, 'and now you tell me I'm just handsome. How am I supposed to believe my girlfriend is telling the truth right now, if she's not randomly praising my looks, like she used to?'

'Sihtric,' you suddenly laughed, 'you're such an idio-'

You were cut off as Sihtric pressed his lips onto yours, capturing you in a sweet but firm kiss. And when he pulled away, he cupped your cheeks.

'I'm sorry I doubted you,' Sihtric whispered against your lips, 'my insecurities got the best of me, and I'm sorry, love. I should have given you the chance to explain that night, but I was too afraid I wouldn't like the truth. So I figured I'd walk away before you could walk away from me. It's no excuse, but I was just terrified of losing you. I handled it poorly, and I'm really sorry.'

'I'm sorry too,' you whispered and pecked his lips, 'you did somewhat give me a chance to say something that night, when you asked if I ever loved you. But I… I froze. I was stunned at the thought you felt I faked my feelings for you, when we nearly lived together. I couldn't bring out a single word…' you choked up again.

'I know,' Sihtric hushed you with another soft kiss, 'I know, love. And it wasn't fair of me to expect a proper answer then, when everything was overwhelming for the both of us. I think… we both fucked up there.'

'We did,' you mumbled, 'we both could have handled it better, but… it happened.'

'It happened,' Sihtric said, 'and it's in the past now. And you know how I feel about the past.'

'That… i-it doesn't matter anymore?' you asked, hesitantly.

'It doesn't matter anymore,' Sihtric whispered, then smiled and kissed your lips again, 'all that matters is that I love you. And that I never stopped loving you. And that I will never stop loving you either.'

'I never stopped loving you either,' you sniffled, 'I've missed you so much-'

'I've missed you too,' he breathed, kissing your lips in between his words, 'I never want us to be apart again.'

'Neither do I,' you said, and exhaled sharply with relief when he kissed your forehead, the way he always did when you needed comfort.

Then Sihtric sat back and held your hands, and he asked, 'So when will you move in, love?'

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[ladyinred2248]

The Offering, Finan x Luna, Part 10

Warnings: Mature. Minors DNI. Sexual themes.

Summary: The crew arrives in Winchester. Aethelwold provokes civil unrest. Setting is Season 3, Ep. 8.

Sleep had escaped Finan and Luna that night as they couldn’t keep their hands from each other, only sleeping an hour or so at a time and chatting in between lovemaking about their impending arrival in Winchester, a place Luna had yet to travel.

 Dawn’s light had breached through the cracks in their tent as they rolled around in the furs, awake and in each other’s embrace yet again.

 Luna was in Finan’s lap coming down on his cock as he held her hips, controlling her pace.

“Yes, darling, ah...” Finan groaned as he held her hips with his rough hands, controlling her onto his cock slowly and deeply.

Luna let out a loud moan and Finan cupped his hand over her mouth.

“Shh shh shh,” he whispered, “Ya don’t want Bishop Erkenwald to hear us, do ya?”

Luna whimpered underneath his hand as he continued thrusting deep inside her, his cock brushing against the most sensitive spot over and over. Finan smirked at her as he took his hand away from her mouth to kiss her. Her core clenched his cock and Finan let out a deep pleasured groan at the sensation, rolling his eyes back for a moment.

Luna chuckled at him. “He surely heard that, Lord.” She teased.

Finan grinned and brought his hand down to slap her arse, to which Luna yelped and showed a grin back at him. She took his lower lip in her teeth before kissing him hungrily again.

Finan leaned her back, bringing himself atop of her, breaking from his thrusts as they kissed. He pulled away and chuckled softly as he pressed his sweat glistened forehead to hers.

“What am I to do with ya?” Finan whispered, suddenly grabbing her hips and turning her onto her stomach.

“Mmm… the choice is yours, Lord.” She said as she bit her lip and came on to her knees. She bent her torso and neck back as Finan grasped her throat lightly, aiding the bend backwards as he bestowed another kiss to her upside down.

“Such a good girl,” Finan growled as he abruptly pushed her legs apart.

She arched her hips up to him as he ran his fingers along her entrance, rubbing wet circles on her clit. 

“That’s it,” he whispered as her breaths quickened with his motions. He knelt down to give kisses to her thighs before bringing his tongue to her entrance, fucking her with his tongue as she shuddered around him.

“Please,” she whimpered softly.

Finan hummed against her and then came back up to give her what she wanted. He stroked his cock along her entrance before thrusting into her from behind, feeling the tight embrace of her core as he groaned with pleasure again.

“Sweet Jesus…” he whimpered as he thrusted in and out slowly, his throbbing cock growing harder as he got closer to his peak. Finan took some deep breaths and closed his eyes to steady himself and distract from the urge, but it didn’t help much as he listened to her small whimpers of satisfaction.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he growled at her, wrapping his arm around her torso to pull her up, her back against his chest.

“…Only yours, Lord,” she panted, his cock bringing her to the edge, biting her lip to try to contain her moans.

“That’s my girl...” he groaned as he picked up the pace, his cock in a perfect position to stroke that deep spot within.

“Finan, please…” Luna whimpered seconds before she came, Finan cupping his hand over her mouth again to muffle her scream as she shuddered around him, keeping his pace as she drenched his cock. Luna coming undone for him had triggered his own release, sending him into a sudden and strong orgasm.

Finan turned her around as they caught their breath, bringing his lips and forehead to hers as she gripped his face, their breaths normalizing as they settled in bliss.

“Is breá liom tú,” he whispered as he nuzzled his nose against hers.

“I love you too… I can’t get enough of you.” Luna answered with a soft smile as she met his gaze.

After another hour of rest, Finan sprung up from bed as he often did. He usually had plenty of energy upon waking, while Luna remained groggy in contrast.

“Come, lady! We must ready ourselves.” Finan said as he grinned and stood to get dressed. Luna sighed and rolled out of bed.

Sihtric, Luna, and Finan had breakfast by the fire that morning, steering clear of the bishops and their glares. Finan tore half of his bread and set it on Luna’s plate, giving her a smirk. She looked at it and then back up at him with an eye roll and a smile. He was already giving her his own form of special treatment knowing now that she carried his child.

Finan then reached for Sihtric’s bread, tore it in half, and put it on Luna’s plate as well.

“Finan, I am fine…” Luna started to speak until Sihtric interrupted her.

“What is the meaning of this?” Sihtric said, “You can give her yours, Finan, but why must you take my only sustenance?” He replied sternly.

Luna laughed at the interaction, so much so that she had to set her food down and hold her stomach.

“What is funny?” Sihtric asked with a confused smile, looking between the two of them.

“She needs her strength.” Finan replied without looking up as he ate.

“And you are a turd.” Sihtric responded as he laughed.

Luna could not stop laughing, and it made the two men grin at each other and at her. 

“Alright settle down now, eat your food lady.” Finan said with a chuckle.

As they continued the road to Winchester, they came across many travelers on the same road going to witness the wedding of Prince Edward and his new bride. Meanwhile, Uhtred had stayed behind with Osferth and had finally brought Skade’s life, and the curse, to an end.

Sihtric, Finan, and Luna rode up to the gates of Winchester with the priests and Hild after days of riding.

“Steapa!!!” Bishop Erkenwald beckoned to the top of the gates.

As Steapa came, he stared at Finan and the others suspiciously.

“Do you not recognize me, Steapa? Why have the gates not opened?” The bishop asked.

“Bishop Erkenwald. You have guests.” Steapa answered.

“They did ride with us from Coccham.” Erkenwald replied.

“Where Uhtred remains. He’ll be going directly to Mercia!” Finan chimed in.

“Steapa, he had hoped to visit his children there.” Hild added.

“This is true, Lord?” Steapa asked the Bishop.

“It is true that Uhtred Ragnarson remains at Coccham. That is all I know to be true.” The bishop said as Finan gave Sihtric a look.

“It is Uhtred’s intention to return to Mercia. He asked me to petition the king to have his children follow. Now open the gates and let us rest.” Hild chided.

“Hey big man! We’re guilty of being hungry and tired my friend, that is all!” Finan shouted to him.

Steapa contemplated for a moment.

“Open the gates.” Steapa ordered the guard. 

Meanwhile, Uhtred smuggled Osferth and himself within the gates of Winchester in a cart, unseen.

Finan smiled at Sihtric and Luna as they rode in and Luna looked around at the town, observing the people and places.

“Let’s stop for a drink and a bite,” Finan said as they approached an Alehouse. 

He helped Luna off of her horse, holding onto her hip as she continued to gaze at the sights. 

The three of them grabbed some ale, and found a table outside to rest for a while.

“After we have rested, I will find Beocca and then I will try to find my wife. Then you two can have your Christian ceremony.” Sihtric said with a smirk. 

“I only wish Uhtred could be there with us.” Finan said.

“He will be, somewhere here in Winchester.” Sihtric replied.

Luna had been quiet as she observed everything, then saw Finan’s gaze fall onto a group of men.

“Is that Aethelwold the Sword-Dane I see? Looks like you have mislaid an eye.” Finan said to a man who looked like his eye had indeed been bludgeoned.

Luna looked over to get a good look at the man who had sent men to kill Uhtred.

“I see you perfectly Finan. Though I do not see your master. Uhtred... Where is he?” Aethelwold responded.

Finan shrugged. “Standing at your blind side, perhaps.” Finan mocked him. 

Sihtric smirked and Luna tried to hold back a chuckle as Aethelwold ignored Finan’s remark.

“If his men are here, Uhtred will not be far,” Aethelwold spoke to his men as he continued to poison the thoughts of those around him.

Finan, Luna and Sihtric left the Alehouse, Sihtric going to find his wife, Finan teasing him until Luna smacked him in the arm as he chuckled. Finan had inconspicuously suggested to Bishop Erkenwald that they would all stay in Winchester for a short while, the bishop giving Finan the benefit of the doubt being a fellow Christian.

Osferth was disguised in a cloak and approached Finan and Luna suddenly, pulling them away and making them aware that Uhtred and him had arrived unseen and that Uhtred had killed Skade after all.

“She was of the devil, wasn’t she Finan?” Osferth asked.

“No. More than that. She was the devil in disguise.” Finan responded.

As the crew minus Uhtred continued to settle in, Finan was approached by Father Pyrlig outside of their inn.

“Father! Come, sit!” Finan rang out as he stood from the table to embrace him.

“Good to see you all!” Pyrlig said with a grin as he patted Finan’s back and said hello to Osferth and Luna.

“Finan, uh, may we speak? In private.” Pyrlig said quietly. 

“Of course Father,” Finan said as he led Pyrlig away from the group. “What is it?”

“You seek to marry this woman, yes?”

“I do. Is Beocca comin’?” Finan asked.

“I fear he is…preoccupied. He had told me to relay a message to you, for all of you to stay outside of Wessex for the time being… but, I did not reach you in time… so, I will perform the ceremony.” Pyrlig said quietly.

Finan grinned. “All the better!” He said in his Irish brogue as he patted Pyrlig’s shoulder. “My Lord is not here. It’s just us.” Finan added.

“Finan, you must know… the tone in Wessex is… volatile. Danes have not been welcomed as Alfred grows weak and uncertainty grows.” Pyrlig said.

Finan nodded slowly and looked away in contemplation.

“I fear she is at risk, Lord. We have had several Danish townspeople become… targets.” Pyrlig continued.

Finan met his gaze again, biting his lip and hesitating to respond. “We don’t plan to stay here, Father. But… I hear ya.”

“We must wait until nightfall. Then you two can meet me at the church. Make it discreet.” Pyrlig said plainly with raised eyebrows.

“Aye, thank you Father. We will see you come dusk.” Finan said as he patted him on the back again, Pyrlig gesturing goodbye to the group as he left.

Finan took a deep breath as he returned to the table, trying to remain unvexed by Pyrlig’s warning.

“What is it?” Luna asked as he returned, noting the concern in Finan’s furrowed brows.

“Beocca is not here. Pyrlig will marry us at the church tonight.” Finan said with a soft smile as he grabbed her hand. 

Osferth gave Finan a worried look as he assumed that Pyrlig had wanted the marriage strategically done at night for a reason. A Christian marrying a Dane wasn’t unheard of, but in recent times had not been welcomed due to the political and social unrest. Prejudice against Danes in Winchester grew by the day, thanks in part to Aethelwold’s band of men spreading contempt of Uhtred and Danes altogether. Finan imagined that soon they would return to Coccham and all would be well again. Finan looked over to Luna, catching her eye contact again as he smiled at her. Please God, please protect her. I can’t do this without her. He thought.

Sihtric had found his wife and proudly introduced her to Luna and the others. Her name was Sigdeflaed, Sihtric calling her “Sig” for short. Luna loved her immediately, despite Finan’s previous gossip that she had heard in the past. 

“It’s so wonderful to finally meet Sihtric’s family!” Sig said with a smile as she kept Luna’s hand in hers.

“Not that we have much,” Sihtric muttered as he smirked at Luna.

They all chatted happily as they got to know each other, sharing stories, laughter and many mugs of ale.

“Luna, we must find you a dress for your union!” Sig rang out as she grabbed Luna’s hand, both of them standing from the table.

“No no no, you cannot go alone,” Finan said sternly as he stood with them, grabbing Luna’s other hand.

“They will be fine, it’s just to the marketplace,” Sihtric said to Finan calmly, before seeing the fear in Finan’s eyes. “I’ll go with them.” Sihtric then said as he stood, nodding to Finan. 

Finan sighed and reached into his pocket, placing silver coins in Luna’s hand.

“Be careful… please,” Finan whispered to her.

“I will, Lord!” Luna said excitedly, kissing his cheek before rushing away with Sig. Sihtric chuckled as he followed behind the women who were arm in arm, skipping away from him.

Finan sighed as he watched the women walk away, taking a seat at the table and rubbing his head with one of his hands. 

Osferth smiled at him. “I never thought I would see this day.” He said.

Finan looked at him. “What do ya mean by that?” He scoffed.

“Seeing you.. in love with a woman.” Osferth said in his timid voice.

“It’s more than that…” Finan said.

Osferth looked at him curiously.

“Yes, I am in love, baby monk, by the grace of God it seems,” Finan continued, “I… never thought I would ever get to say that in this lifetime. I owe her everything. I will die to protect that woman.”  

Osferth just looked at Finan and smiled. Finan smiled back as he took a sip of ale. 

Finan was finally able to relax when the women plus Sihtric returned safely.

Beocca approached the crew outside as dusk settled into night, worry showing plainly on his face. Finan had been teasing Osferth as he usually did when others were around.

“Are you surprised to see me, Father?” Finan asked as Beocca came closer.

“Where is he?” Beocca asked, Finan already knowing he was asking about Uhtred.

“He was last seen with the pagan witch at Coccham, and I’m not talkin’ of Abbess Hild. Do you have a message for him?” Finan replied.

Beocca nodded.

“He knows that his children are safe?” Beocca asked.

“He knows they were taken. He was not best pleased.” Finan responded.

“Is he here? You know I will not summon the guards. Is he here?” Beocca demanded, his concern growing for Uhtred.

“He is. Now you can tell me why Aethelwold is walking the streets of Winchester a free man.” Finan said sternly.

“Because rightly or wrongly, he has been forgiven, as I believe Uhtred will be forgiven. Tell him to find me.” Beocca said as he gestured to leave.

“Um, I think he may well be sittin’ at your table, Father.” Finan responded.

Beocca left suddenly with Finan’s last remark. 

Aethelwold had been watching from a distance, growing more suspicious that Uhtred was indeed near. Aethelwold and his men decided to pay Beocca and Thyra a visit to expose the cover up.

“Finan,” Luna said and nodded ahead as she saw Aethelwold and his men pass them. They had the same thought as they both got up from the table.

“Follow them,” Finan said to the rest of the group.

Pyrlig had been on his way back to retrieve Finan and Luna for their betrothal when he ran into Aethelwold and his men, confronting the fact that they had stopped outside of Father Beocca’s house.

“Father, there is an outlaw walking free.” Lord Sigebriht said to Pyrlig.

“An outlaw? Who?” Pyrlig taunted with wide eyes, looking around.

“It is not your place to ask.” Aethelwold responded.

“It is not your place to tell me of my place.” Pyrlig clapped back. Aethelwold glared at him as Pyrlig shouted for Beocca to come outside. Aethelwold’s men surrounded the house as the dispute continued, Aethelwold demanding to enter Beocca’s home in search of Uhtred.

“This is my home. My home. And no man shall enter without my permission.” Beocca said to them sternly.

“Is there a problem we can help resolve here, Father?” Finan beckoned as they approached the scene. 

Thyra and Beocca had allowed Aethelwold and his men to search the house, Uhtred hiding under the floorboards. After no discovery had been made, Finan gestured the men out of the house with his sword drawn but with kind, neutral words so as to not cause further conflict.

As Aethelwold and his men went on their way, Pyrlig stayed with Finan and the others, sighing and looking to Finan with raised eyebrows.

“Now you see what I was talking about. I’ll meet you at the church shortly.” Pyrlig requested and Finan nodded.

Finan took Luna by her arms gently and looked into her eyes. She could see the anxiety within him, and she knew that it was due to the civil unrest in Winchester and how it could possibly impact their future. She regretted that he had so much worry for her so often thus far in their relationship.

“Are you ready?”  She whispered to Finan with a reassuring smile.

“…I am, lady.” Finan responded as he placed his forehead to hers.

“Let’s go,” Sihtric said, putting a hand on each of their shoulders.

tags: @gemini-mama @persephones-journey @bhxrdy @king-alfred @alexagirlie

[legitalicat]

For the asks,

Aethelhelm, Aethelred, and Aethelwold 😈

-🦊

You right now

Listen I know it's not an option, but I'm gonna say kick Æthelhelm out and stab him in the fucking eye.

Æthelwold (or as I like to call him, Æthelcunt Jr) is gonna stay for the cuddles. I think some genuine affection would have fixed him, okay?

And Æthelred (Æthelcunt) is gonna have to meet my parents. I feel like they would judge me less for him, but also if it goes wrong (or right, maybe) he'd end up getting an Appalachian dad welcome and I think he'd shit his pants.

[persephones-journey]

Okay. It’s been 2 days since The Last Kingdom wrapped up with its movie. So, I have had time to ponder, and cry, and think, and be in denial, but I think it’s time I share what that show has done for me and how it may have changed my life.

All right, so picture this, I am scrolling on Tumblr on my desktop bored out of my mind, not writing, in fact I think at this point I hadn’t written anything in months. And then suddenly there’s this gif set.

I can’t tell you which person I follows that posted it but I do remember my first reaction: Is that Francis from Reign?

And I was right. It was a gif set of Aethelflaed and Aethelred’s wedding. I was mildly interested but kept scrolling. And then came another gif set; same wedding but this one had Finan and Aethelwold.

I did not know the characters names then but I did know that 1. Aethelwold called Finan an Irishman and I really do have a soft spot for guys with accents and 2. Finan saying ‘I’ll kill ya in your sleep’ had exactly no business being that sexy.

That gif set made me write down the name of the show ‘The Last Kingdom’ into my notebook of tv shows/crime documentaries to watch.

BUT

I did not watch it until later… You guessed it lockdown from COVID. I had so much time, so I binged the series.

And waited all through season 1 for Finan, he didn’t show and man, not going to lie, Uhtred was not making the best decisions. I almost quit the show… but I had a goal: sexy Irishman.

(I’m halfway joking about that…)

When I did reach season 2 and Finan, I found I had fallen for other characters; Ragnar, Hild, Leofric, Beocca, hell even Alfred was all right. But season 2 also brought Thyra, Sihtric, Gisela, and Osferth.

I loved the whole found family dynamic. And it helped a tiny bit that a lot of the actors were fairly good looking.

But I don’t think I actually fell in love with the show until season 3.

I know, all of you are like ‘we get it. Season 3 Finan was sexy, you have mentioned it before’ and I have. But honestly, look at him:

But it was more than just Finan looking sexy, (all my friends are like ‘you’re lying’) it was the Coccham Squad as a whole. They had grown closer and tighter. The storyline for season 3 was the perfect balance of heartbreak and triumph for me. Finan was a smartass, always saying what I was thinking. Sihtric had his spy moment and fake turn. Osferth was sweet and caring. And Uhtred, surprisingly he had grown as a character, unsurprisingly he was still making stupid decisions.

But this season is my fave for more than that. This season, it got that writing spark going again.

And as I moved onto season 4, that spark became a flame.

So I wrote like 600 pages, no chapter breaks, one doc per season of this idea I had. And I told myself that would be it. I didn’t expect the desire to write to last, and if it did I was a hardcore Supernatural girl. I had stories I needed to finish for that fandom.

Finan though, that sexy Irish bastard would not be denied.

And I found myself rewatching the series… I mean, I started at season 2 the episode where Finan shows up. ( sorry Em)

And I got another idea. And I just decided: Fuck it. And signed up to get an Ao3 account and started writing and posting.

Now, this is the part where I get a little emotional. It was through my fic that I met some of my closest friends. I got an invite to a Discord server and the rest is history.

I have laughed with these awesome peeps, cried with them, celebrated their victories, and shared in their defeats. Spent far too many hours talking about how sexy certain characters are *cough cough* Finan and Sihtric.

I found my own family, you could say.

So, yes, The Last Kingdom is over, there will be no new adventures with Uhtred and his pretty boys.

But I will still have my own adventures with the Bread team. @emilyhufflepufftlk @lauwrite1225 @morosemagick @solinarimoon @blah-blah-blah-bla @muddleofnervouswords @medievalfangirl @cibs @93xdiagonxalley @anotherwinchesterfangirl

And I have Uhtred, Finan, Sihtric, and Osferth to thank for that, along with the many other great characters who made that show so damn compelling.

So thank you to The Last Kingdom for bringing me my people.

Oh, and for dropping this incredibly sexy but so nerdy Scotsman on my radar…. But that’s another post 😉

[breanime]

14, 21 and 22

14. Save Aethelwold or Aethelred

Oof... save Aethelwold, but only so Uhtred or Brida can kill him. I would stand there and watch Aethelred die while eating an apple if I could.

21. Break Finan's heart or break your loyalty to Sigtryggr

FRIEND, THIS WAS CRUEL. Goddddd, um... FUCK, this is so hard. Cause the thought of breaking Finan's heart breaks MY heart. Like, I'm just picturing the face he made and the way he stared at Eadith when she said everyone who cared for her is gone, and I can't do that to him. But THEN I think of Siggy's face when his brother betrayed him and that hurts toooooo 😭 FUCKKK. Um, ummm... Betray Sigtryggr's loyalty, but If try to get back into his good graces afterwards 😭😭😭

22. Save Eric or save Ragnar

My heart says Ragnar due to my love for Uhtred and Brida, but I would have LOVED for Eric to live and see what becomes of the plot. Also, I love the idea of someone honorable owing Uhtred a debt, because unlike a lot of the Saxons (aka Alfred and his line), I feel like Eric has always respected and honored his word when it comes to Uhtred, and I think he would have been a fantastic ally. Also imagine Eric being able to raise his daughter as a Dane. Imagine him not being satisfied until he sees Aethelred dead for abusing Aethelflead. Imagine Eric and Aethelflead on the battlefield together, fighting alongside the Coccham Squad! Eric being fond of Sihtric from his time as a spy in Eric and Sigefrid's camp, GAWD!

So in short, Eric.

@songtoyou What about you? Same questions, what are your thoughts?

[mirdaniaa]

1 - Edward & aethelflaed

A shadow falls over the grass in front of his feet. When he looks up, he sees Aethelflaed carrying two plates.

“I brought you some cake,” she says, handing him one of the plates.

“That was nice of you.”

“Yes, well, you looked very sad out here, a grown man sitting on a swing by himself in his dress clothes. I thought I’d come join you.”

“Thanks,” he says dully.

“Welcome.” She takes the swing beside him, toeing off her sensible heels.

They sit in silence for a long moment, watching people in black dresses and suit jackets move through the garden.

“I think,” Edward says at last, “I might have made a huge mistake.”

“Which part?” she asks lightly. “Marrying Aelflaed, or breaking up with Ecgwynn?”

“Maybe both.” He rests his head against the plastic covering the swing’s ancient chains. “Do you want to hear something awful?”

“Yes.”

“I don’t even think I love Aelflaed.” He gives himself a small kick-off, gripping the plate so it doesn’t wobble as he rocks back and forth. “I liked her a lot when we first met. I liked how she made me feel.”

Aethelflaed snorts.

“Not like that. I mean, she made me feel…I don’t know, my age. Not like a father of two.”

“But you are a father of two,” Aethelflaed points out.

“It’s been hard, having kids so young,” he defends.

She licks the icing from her fork. “I bet it’s been hard on Ecgwynn, too.”

He deflates. “Yeah. Yeah, it has.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.” He’s quiet for a moment. “What would you do?”

Aethelflaed sets down her fork. “I’m probably not the best person to ask.”

“But you—“

“I’m getting a divorce.”

His swing creaks to a halt. “Oh.”

“It’s been a long time coming,” she says conversationally, as though she’s talking about replacing some shingles in the roof. “I think we were just…playing some stupid mind game with each other. We both knew it was over, but I wanted him to say it first, and he wouldn’t, because he was so scared of Dad.” She sighs. “And I thought I was being so clever and cunty by not saying it first, but I think…I was scared of Dad, too. Not the same way Aethelred was, but…I think I wanted to prove to Dad that the fault wasn’t mine. That if the marriage failed, it was because of Aethelred, not me.” She picks at her cake. “But now…”

“Yeah.” He pushes off in his swing again. “Now…”

Aethelflaed’s voice grows thick. “I wish he was here.”

“I don’t.”

She turns to him in surprise. “Edward—“

“He’d hate this cake,” he says calmly.

Her lips twitch. “He couldn’t eat this cake. The icing alone would do him in.”

“Exactly. He’d hate the spread in there, it’s all food he couldn’t eat, not to mention Aethelwold toasting his memory with a Lagunitas Island Beats—“

Aethelflaed laughs loudly. “He’d hate that.” Her eyes fill with tears. “He’d fucking hate this funeral.”

“Good thing he isn’t here to see it, then.”

She laughs again, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I cannot believe you.”

He sets down his plate. “Do you know, I think this is the worst cake I’ve ever had in my life.”

“It’s really bad.”

“Sorry, Dad.”

[lya-dustin]

Things i want to write in a second part of the Food of Love for

Osferth getting 7 estates in Sussex in Alfred’s will thus becoming a very high ranking ealdorman while Aethelwold gets 3 (Aethelflaed only gets one and Aethelred gets a sword heres a link to a translation of the will )

Osferth not actually being a monk (he was never ordained) but gets dressed like one(probably by Thyra and Beocca who pretend he's their kid)

Thyra lives because fuck you

Reader's mom had a summer romance with Alfred when both were in Rome as teenagers and she's not really allowed in Winchester for that and ither reasons

Osferth still being a virgin in s3 when the fic takes place

[godseyeaemond]

how the fuck has aethelwold made it this far

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Could I request a Sihtric x reader where they are both really tired after the fight with the danes (s3 ep10) but the reader can't sleep so she wakes him up and asks him to fuck her to sleep and he teases her a little bit and it's just really smutty but also he's really gentle with her and it's also fluffy too and maybe a little hair pulling on sihtric (*I'm a firm believer he likes his hair pulled, I will die on this hill*) and then aftercare and them just sweet talking each other afterwards, if you have any questions or anything just dm me 🥰

Warnings: fluff and (delicate?) smut, 18+! mention of violence and blood.

Pairing: Sihtric x you (f)

Summary: see request! :)

Word count: 2,4k

Note: ooooooh I enjoyed this one! Thank you!! Hope you enjoy it too! will die on that hill with you btw

taglist: @clairacassidy@finanmoghra@uunotheangel@hb8301@bathedinheat@neonhairspray@anaeve@bubblyabs@travelingmypassion@sylas-the-grim@heimtathurs@bubbles-for-all-of-us@andakth

'a pleasant kind of burning, just like my love and desire for you.'

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You tossed and turned. The day had yielded to the night hours ago, yet each time you closed your eyes, you were back in the battle which you had survived earlier during the day. 

With each passing second your eyes were shut, you kept seeing Uhtred's bewildered face, Aethelwold's death, Sihtric's bloodlust and all the other horrors that had occurred in broad daylight. The amount of fallen men and women, on both sides, the bloodshed, the screaming, the tears, the sound of swords clashing into shields, the sweat, the feeling of fear and adrenaline as you blocked an attack, smashing your axe into an enemy's head, cracking his skull as blood spurted out up twice your height, and in the end; the feeling of victory. After your shower in blood, you had all cleaned yourselves up in a river. And now, many hours later, your body was exhausted but your mind was a whirlwind of flashing images and sounds.

You tossed and turned. Kicking the fur off your naked body, only to pull it back again moments later. Tossing, eyes closed, turning, eyes open, staring up at the endless dark inside your tent. The silence was deafening and the only soothing sound was the sound of Sihtric's calm and steady breathing next to you.

Sihtric had no trouble falling asleep. He usually sleeps fine after battle, if they had won, and as he had fought with such fury that day, he fell asleep as soon as he had gotten under the furs with you and had kissed you good night, he was simply exhausted. As were you, but you just weren't able to wind down on your own today. You tossed and turned again, facing Sihtric this time without being able to see him, for the night had robbed your eyes of his beauty. You placed your hand on his shoulder, gently shaking him, hoping to wake him up without startling him.

'Sihtric?' you whispered, nudging his shoulder a little more, 'Sihtric?'

Sihtric groaned sleepily as he turned on his side towards you.

'Sihtric, are you awake?'

Sihtric hummed, pulling you in his arms without being fully awake, which was something you usually settled for after battle, but you needed a little more to fall asleep tonight.

'Sihtric?' you whispered again, placing your hands on his chest as he held you.

'Hm? What?' his voice was raspy as he slowly woke up, 'what is it?'

'I- I can't sleep.'

'The battle, my love?' his voice was soft and low, pleasant and comforting as always, yet his accent always carried a tone of playful danger to you, even when he didn't try.

Hearing Sihtric so close in the darkness, while the sound of distant thunder now accompanied his voice made you desperate for him. Mindlessly, you lightly trailed your hands over his warm, naked body. Up his muscular biceps, to his broad shoulders, lightly tracing over his neck, onwards to the soft, shaved sides of his head and into his black as night, short hair. 

Sihtric hummed at your touch, pulling you closer to his chest as you gently pushed him over to lay down on his back, using the moment he held you close to smoothly move yourself on top of him, holding yourself up by your knees and hands as you leaned in, lightly touching his ear with your lips.

'Sihtric,' you whispered, 'I need you,' you pecked his warm neck, earning a soft moan from his lips while his hands had trailed down to your waist, 'will you fuck me to sleep, baby? Please?'

'You think I still have strength left for that?' you heard him smile as he spoke quietly in the night, slowly moving his hand down your hip. You felt his rough, warm touch sliding down to your thigh and then on to lightly trace and tease your wet folds with his fingertips, causing him to hum again.

'Please,' you sighed, feeling his rough yet loving and tender touch while you closed your eyes, finally seeing some darkness behind your eyelids and not only battle, blood and death, 'only you know how to drown everything out.'

'I know,' Sihtric whispered, cupping your cheek with his free hand while he kept teasing you ever so pleasantly, 'but remember it is all over, my love, we are safe now,' he nuzzled your nose, 'you are safe now. Safe with me, my love.'

'Sihtric,' you moaned softly as he slid one finger inside you, 'I just can't stop thinking ab-,'

'Shh,' he hushed you with a gentle kiss, 'stop thinking,' he whispered, adding another finger, slowly moving in and out of you now, 'stop thinking and focus here, on me. Can you do that for me?'

You hummed softly in reply and tried to bring your full focus to the pleasant feeling of his rough fingers inside your body as your hands explored his arms, his chest and his abs.

'Can you do that for me, baby?' Sihtric asked again, his voice soft and patient.

'Y-yes,' you sighed eventually.

'Good,' he chuckled softly and kissed you tenderly again, before he flipped you over delicately while continuing to finger you at a slow, steady pace. 

Sihtric kneeled in between your thighs, never stopping his way of pleasing you while he leaned in to you, planting wet kisses all over your bare shoulders, your neck and up to your jaw until he found your lips again. You let out soft moans and praises in between kisses, while your hands trailed up and down his strong arms; feeling and reading his past with each scar your fingertips traced, as the night had blinded you.

'Sihtric, I love you,' you whispered, 'I love all of you, everything about you,' you got lost in his touch, the way he knew how to hit the right spots inside you, and you lightly squeezed his scarred biceps, letting him know that you meant every word. 

That you truly loved all of him. Everything. Each scar he had, each trauma that had been inflicted on him, each battle he fought and survived; it was all part of him. You never stopped reassuring Sihtric that you loved him entirely, fully, even his darkest thoughts and feelings could never dim the fire inside you which burned so heavily for him, and him alone.

'I love you too, my darling, all of you,' Sihtric sighed, resting his forehead against yours. 

He slowly pulled his fingers out of you, bringing them up to your slightly parted lips after you moaned softly at the loss. Sihtric teased you, tracing the two soaked fingerstips over your lips, wetting you with your own juices before he gently pushed his tattooed fingers in your mouth, moving his two digits in and out slowly, just like he had done moments earlier at your sweet spot.

He hummed satisfied at the feeling of your mouth and tongue, cleaning up your own mess by sucking his fingers eagerly before he gently pulled his hand back, causing a sloppy and messy trail of your saliva, mixed with your arousal fluid, to spill out of your mouth as you moaned again at the loss of his fingers. But Sihtric was quick to replace his fingers with his own lips, kissing you painstakingly slow, taking his time to taste you. And whenever you parted your lips along with his, he'd nip yours before he dragged his tongue over your lips, your teeth and finally slid into your mouth. He wanted to taste whatever flavour of you was still left on your lips and in your mouth while he smoothly filled you up with his hard cock. Dragging his length in and out of you with that same head spinning, back arching, toe curling pace he'd been using this whole time. Making you feel every inch of him and each twitch of his cock inside you, earning his praises as he did.

And rightfully so, because he wanted you. Sihtric loved you, he claimed you and owned you as he fucked you so slow and thoroughly, making you forget every unwanted memory you have left. All because he loved you. You, his lover, his heart, his life, his woman. His reason to slaughter every man in battle, as they threaten his chances of being with you once more. His bloodlust is purely driven and fueled by his desperate need for you. His need to feel you and to taste you. His need to love, hear, please, serve and obey you. And most of all; his need to fuck you as good as he can whenever you need him to.

'Gods, I love you,' Sihtric groaned quietly, smiling and sounding desperate at the feeling of you and your hands pulling his short hair, driving him mad while he drove you mad with the slow, satisfying and intensely passionate torture that was his love making.

'I love you, I love you,' he whispered as if in prayer. Over and over again, letting his words pour down on your skin with heavy breaths, just like the rain started to pour down on the lands outside your tent.

'Mine,' you moaned as you arched your back slightly, 'you're all mine. My love,' you kissed and licked his lips softly, 'my warrior,' again pecking his lips, 'my armour in battle,' you sighed as you felt your walls tighten around the man who was as important to you as the blood in your veins, 'I love you, Sihtric, I love you so.'

'Tell me again,' Sihtric begged, nearing his climax along with yours, 'please, baby, tell me…' he choked on his words, allowing a low, heavy grunt to spill from his lips down in your mouth as thunder rolled overhead.

'Oh, Sihtric,' you cried out in ecstasy, squirming underneath him, hopelessly dragging your nails up and down his back, aching for him to spill his love all inside you, 'I love you. I want all of you inside me.'

Sihtric murmured inaudibly, moaning at your words in a desperate high pitch, one you only draw from him when he is no longer in charge of himself. You haul your nails up his back again, up to his neck and into his hair, leaving bestial scratches and droplets of his own blood on his bare, muscular back, causing him to beg for more; more of the pleasant pain which makes him feel alive, and more of these scars, because these he will carry with honour and pride, for these scars are marks of your love. Your undeniable, everlasting love for him, the only scars Sihtric deserves to be graced with.

'Give me all of you,' you kissed his lips, pulling his hair again when his tongue entered your mouth as he pushed deep and slow inside you.

'I need all of you, I want to forget about everything except you, Sihtric, please give it to me.'

'I will,' Sihtric moaned, desperate, 'I will give you my all,' he groaned at the feeling of his hair being pulled, a feeling he would simply die for.

'I never want to forget how you feel. Nothing compares to you, Sihtric, nothing, my love,' you cried out as you tightened your arms around his body, the same abrupt way you tightened around his cock, feeling how Sihtric stopped moving when his hips pressed firmly against yours, spilling all of him completely inside you with a sharp exhale as his last, deep moan made its way into your ear.

You held each other tight, Sihtric rested his forehead against yours while you breathed in each other's heavy breaths, savouring the feeling of your warm, damp bodies entangled until you both came back to your regular heart rates.

'I love you,' the two of you said at the same time, causing you to gasp lightly before the soft, flirty giggles of you both danced with the sound of rain and thunder in the air. Sihtric kissed your lips to silence himself, and to silence you, as he slowly pulled out.

'Stay still, my love,' Sihtric whispered.

And the cool night air quickly took his place on your skin when Sihtric got up, lighting a few candles and searching for a cloth to clean you up and himself too. When cleaned, Sihtric pulled you up and positioned you to sit between his thighs, with your legs wrapped around him. He held your face in his hands, nuzzling your nose softly before he attacked you with numerous loving pecks all over your face, making you giggle uncontrollably, reminding you that your brutal warrior was also your fun, soft, lighthearted and sweet love.

'Are you not sore?' Sihtric asked, gently caressing your legs.

'No,' you smiled, 'you were gentle.'

'Good,' he kissed you again, brushing his hands through your hair as he pulled you closer. 

'How is your back?' you smiled shyly, knowing you had dug your nails in his skin rather harshly.

'Burning,' Sihtric chuckled, 'a pleasant kind of burning, just like my love and desire for you,' he smirked and pulled your lips to his again.

When he leaned back slightly, you looked into this duo coloured eyes as a satisfied smile graced his damp face, and it was a sight that made your heart skip a beat and caused your breath to hitch. Such beauty, so filled with love, nothing and no one could ever compare to Sihtric. Nothing. And he felt the same when he looked at you, seeing you smile at him at that very same moment.

'The gods truly blessed me with you,' he whispered, cupping your cheeks and pressing his lips to your forehead.

'And me with you,' you smiled, repeatedly brushing your hand through his hair as your other hand had settled in his shoulder, 'blessing me with the most handsome of warriors.'

'They knew I needed a reason to fight,' Sihtric said, smiling sweetly and besotted, his thumbs caressing your warm cheeks, 'they made me cross paths with you so I would fight, just to be with you, for at least another day,' he kissed you softly, 'I will be with you as long as will have me, but I will love you as long as I live and I will love you in Valhalla.'

'And I will have you as long as I live, and love you all that time and even after, in Valhalla,' you pulled him close, wrapping your arms around his neck, pecking the side of face while his hands trailed up and down your bare back, leaving goosebumps in his wake. He noticed your shiver.

'My love,' Sihtric whispered and threw a fur around your shoulders, 'do you think you can sleep now?'

'Yes,' you smiled while he wrapped his arms around you, keeping you warm and close to his chest.

'Did I please you?'

'Yes, my love, always.'

'Did I make you forget everything?' he asked before he kissed you once again.

'Everything,' you smiled against his lips, 'everything, except for you.'

And years later you would not remember much of the battle that had happened that day, but you could still recall the entire way Sihtric made love to you. And he would do it all the same over and over again, for as long as you lived, whenever you asked him to.

[morosemagick]

Aethelwold

who? | only know their name | loathe | ugh | overrated | indifferent | dead | alive | just okay | cute | badass | my baby | hot | want to marry | favorite 

[bilesandthesourwolf]

Aethelwold's death was so fucking satisfying! Legit cried over Thyra. I love that Uhtred and Alfred had that moment before he died. I continue to abhor Aethelred and Aelswith. Although I'm sure it isn't going to last, I am so here for Uhtred and Aethelfaed! And, as ever, my boy Finan continues to be amazing and delectable!

So, I started watching The Last Kingdom and I like Uhtred but my boy does not get court politics and I don't think he's ever going to conform to Alfred, which is fine. I'm just so curious as to how this is gonna go. Absolutely hate young Odda and the fact that he claimed the killing of Ubba. Also, love that Leofric was like "fuck my allegiance to younger Odda, let's go raiding, bestie!"

[ivarthebadbitch]

Saxon failsons of Wessex and Mercia...the time has come to form a support group and/or unionize

[aadmelioraa]

sldkfjdsk i'm the one who sent in that ask last night and yes i am just sitting here wondering how the fuck you keep track of all of them………are there like six aethels?? and three other aelfs or whatever. i am so lost

HAHAHAHA

Ok so Aethelflaed and Aethelred have a daughter named Aelfwynn, naturally. Then Aethelhelm (not to be confused with Aldhelm) has a daughter named Aelflaed (not to be confused with Aethelflaed, see above), and Aelflaed and her husband Edward (Aethelflaed's brother) have a son named Aelfweard, whose half brother is Aethelstan (son of Edward and Ecgwynn)—both boys are cousins to Aelfwynn. Aelfwynn, Aelfweard and Aethelstan's grandmother, mother to Aethelflaed and Edward, wife to Alfred, is named Aelswith. There is also an Aelfric (rip to the one true DILF on the show) and there was an Ealhswith in the books (not to be confused with Aelswith, which is just a different spelling of the same name) but they did a sensible thing and changed Ealhswith's name to Sidgeflaed for the show (wildly different, I know). There's also another Aethelred, brother to Alfred, whose son is Aethelwold.

Did I miss anyone?

[muddleofnervouswords]

Ossian (Wihtgar) & Eliza (Aelswith) Q&A

I'm watching a panel and I figured I'd put the short version of their answers here if anyone's interested. They will be very incomplete and paraphrased, please don't quote me.

Which S5 moment were you most looking forward to filming? Ossian: fighting Uhtred Eliza: Aelswith getting to murder someone Ossian: you had your Eowyn (LotR) moment! Together, with actions: I am no man!

Which character from the show would you like to hang out with? Eliza: Finan for fun and adventures and drinking and laughing, but also the villians like Aethelwold, Ubba, Haesten, because they're complicated and I'm always drawn to them. Ossian: Aelswith. I think she'd be interesting to spend time with and would probably improve me. Eliza: she would have you praying all day

Which character deserved more screen time? Ossian: Father Benedict Eliza: Osferth (YES ELIZA)

Were you worried about playing villians/unlikeable characters? Ossian: absolutely not, they're fun! Eliza: yes it's so fun, and then she went on to praise the hell out of Ossian for coming in so late to the series and making such a big splash. *then Ossian made a big point about chess and something about a hidden checkmate that I did not understand*

What kind of notes did you get from Alex Dreymon as director? Eliza: the emotional notes when Aelswith finds out about Aethelflaed's illness. He told her to let out the fury of a mother bear whose cubs are threatened. Let all the anger, rage and disbelief come through. That was the take they used. Ossian: didn't get to work with Alex as a director, which was gutting. Got some great advice from Rod Hallet (King Constantin) ((he thinks, several times he says he's not sure that it actually was Rod. Ossian is very flustered and sweet)). He told him that acting is "multiple imperfect attempts at a moment" and that helped with his perfectionism. Seeing past his perceptions of how a scene should be, should go.

If you had to live in a television show - you can invent your own character - what would the show be and who would you be? Eliza: Stranger Things, specifically this season. She said "Holy Balls!" She would be a character a bit like Barb. A bit geeky and sweet, but then would end up being a big villian. Ossian: it's a harsh world, but The Boys. He went heavily into the plot. He would be a geek who developed superpowers, that would be unexpected. Eliza: both fucked up superheroes! Ossian: yeah superhero junkies!

~*FIN*~