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[goji-pilled]

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[save-the-villainous-cat]

In need of some hurt comfort😭😭.

What about a tired, but stubborn hero and patient, lovely villain that slowly helps them rest? Know it's very cliché I just will always love itt(sorry for bad English)

Have an awesome day!

“Oh God,” the hero whispered. They kneeled on the ground of their kitchenfloor, staring at the white tiles. Their knees hurt, their shins burnt.

All they could do was stare at the broken mug in front of them.

It was getting worse and they could feel it. They were losing their mind, becoming more and more of a restless zombie that wandered around the city.

Now they were seeing shadows, they heard whispers. They forgot things easily and even lashed out more frequently. They could barely tell what kind of person they were anymore.

“Sweetheart…” The villain’s voice was clear and soft. At least the hero still understood that. They turned their head and looked up the villain. “…it’s three in the morning.”

“I…I wanted something. I think I was making coffee…?”

“I think you should be in bed right now,” the villain said. They kept their distance.

“What are you doing here?” the hero asked. Their gaze was glued on the mug again. A birthday gift from their parents.

They were saving people on a daily basis and their parents gave them a mug for their birthday? Weren’t they worth a little more than that? Hadn’t they actually achieved something spectacular in their relatively short life?

“I was actually going to…steal some documents from you. But I heard you and…” They didn’t have to say much more.

In the grand scheme of things, wasn’t the hero just as insignificant as everyone else? But their achievements couldn’t possibly be for nothing.

Or was this a sibling thing? Were their parents trying not to make the hero’s siblings feel left out? But even then, to be fair, the hero had accomplished more, they had been more successful, they had fulfilled their potential.

What more could their parents ask for?

What more could the hero give to them, except for their pure flesh and bone?

“I’m not really sure what you’re doing,” the villain said. “But I’m pretty sure you should be in bed.”

“I wasn’t asking for advice.”

“Consider me concerned.”

“Consider me annoyed.”

“You’re bleeding, do you know that?” the villain asked and when the hero looked down their hands, they could see it too. They had cut themselves on the shards of the mug and the hero had been too concerned with other things to realise it.

When had they become so sloppy?

“Goddammit…” They stood up — making their knees and ankles crack from sitting too long — and cursed quietly as the blood was running down their arms. They went to the sink and turned it on.

“…I’m not really supposed to talk to you when I’m stealing from you but, uh, are you okay?”

“I’m totally fine.” The hero turned off the water but that didn’t really help. The cuts were deep and they needed to stop the bleeding. Lost in their thoughts, they grabbed a dish towel and pressed it against their palms.

Now, the villain took a step forward. Then another. And another.

They grabbed the hero’s hands.

“Sometimes I don’t know what team you’re playing on. That’s a little scary.”

“Excuse me?” the hero asked.

“I can’t always tell if you’re one of the good guys or not,” the villain said. “Just let me be the bad guy to your good guy, okay? That would make it a little easier.”

“Are you asking me to be your nemesis?” the hero asked.

“I guess so. Get some more sleep. Don’t shoot at the good guys. Be a little…nicer?”

“Haven’t I done enough for the city? Haven’t I saved enough people already?” the hero asked. Suddenly, their anger boiled up again but their hands burnt enough to focus on that instead of that giant dark hole in their stomach.

“Isn’t that the thing about heroism? This doesn’t end. And you can’t ask for anything in return.”

“That’s how this works, huh?” The hero’s chuckle was empty. “I thought I’d be feeling more fulfilled.”

“I’m not really an expert when it comes to this but I know from experience that people turn into wild animals when they haven’t had enough sleep or enough food. You’re not thinking clearly.” Their hand landed on the hero’s forearm and slowly, they pulled them towards the bedroom.

“You’re pretty nice for a villain.” The villain took the bandages from the nightstand (the hero usually came in through the window, bandaged their wounds and passed out immediately on bad days) and started wrapping them around the hero’s palms.

“Say that again when I kick your ass on Monday.”

“We have a schedule now? Really?” The hero rolled with their eyes. Somehow, these nasty voices and shadows weren’t as bad as before. They didn’t feel the urge to be violent to get rid of them.

“Yes, I’m your nemesis,” the villain said. “And believe me, I’ll find out what’s going on with you.”

Wasn’t that going to be fun?

[life-winners-liveblog]

Martyn - thermodynaic lawyer

Cleo - blackboxwarrior OKULTRA

Pearl - Marsha thankk you for the dialectics, but i think you need to leave

Grian - against the kitchenfloor

Scar - Laplace's angel (hurt people? hurt people!)

Scott - i genuinly dono

9.2

Grian: ... What? What does any of this mean?

Scar: I think they are songs G.

Grian: I... Alright then.

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[purple--queen]

Note: just something I wrote while lying depressed on my kitchen floor with a cup of tea. Bucky is a good boyfriend. Communication. Clint needs a hug & coffee.

Warning: depression.

He looks at the dirty mug & it might be the heaviest thing on earth. He knows it would just take twenty seconds to clean it but... He can't. Just the through about it exhaust him & he could punch himself for it. Twenty seconds.

It is weird how this whole depression things works. Not even an hour ago he was fighting aliens & now he gets defeated by his own head. He puts the mug carefully on top of the other dirty dishes. Knowing that at some point he has to clean it. He should clean it now. He knows it. A voice on his head tells him. But just -

He lies down on the kitchenfloor & stares at the ceiling. He wished he would have the energy to do something. He wished he would have the same energy he would have an hour ago. "we have couch", bucky says & looks down on him. His hair is still wet from the shower & some water drops dropping down on his face. "I know" Clint answers & Bucky frowns. Clint doesn't like that look. That 'should I be worried about you' - face Bucky always do, when Clint does things like these. "did you got hurt?" bucky asks & Clint shakes his head. "what is it then?", & now Bucky has this tone in his voice Clint also doesn't like. The 'now I am worried about you' & so Clint just closes his eyes.

"nothings it is just...-" he starts & doesn't know how to finish the sentence. The thing is bucky knows about his depression. Bucky took care of him when he couldn't leave his bed for three days because everything was to much. But he always feels ashamed when he says it out loud. It feels stupid to feel exhausted just by thinking about cleaning a dirty mug.

"clint-"

"the mug is dirty"

"okay"

"it is dirty & I can't..."

He feels a heavy knot in his throat so he just sighs & stops. Bucky doesn't say anything to his surprise, but he can hear him move. He feels how bucky steps over him to get to the kitchen counter & then he hears water. He knows exactly what bucky is doing & he feels like an stupid child that can't keep care of himself. He knows he should not feel like it. He can't deactivate the voice in his head. Bucky just care & worries & it is nice that someone looks out for him, when he can't look out for himself but sometimes the voice is just-

"coffee" bucky says & puts a filled mug carefully in his hands. Clint graps it automatically & sits up. Bucky sits down next to him & Clint puts his head on buckys shoulder. He smells like the coconut shampoo. "thank you" clint says & Bucky places a kiss on the side of his head.

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

Note: Part 5 of the Fighter fic. shout out to Arnas for providing a new boxing pic for me to use.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4

Warnings: angst/fluff. suggestive, mention of domestic abuse, medication, and violence.

pairing: Modern!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: A few months had passed since you married Sihtric, and you were confronted with new troubles.

wordcount: 4,2k

Masterlist

'Do you believe them?'

You watched Sihtric anxiously pace through the living room as you sat on the couch, with Ragnar, his agent, next to you, who had randomly showed up at your home late at night, and he wasn't bringing good news. That reporter, who Sihtric had shoved away while in Hawaii, had apparently broken his elbow when he fell, and was suing your husband, who never meant any harm, but just panicked.

'What does this mean for us? What do we do?' you asked, concerned, while Sihtric kept walking back and forth, anxiously biting down on his lip while seemingly taken by his own thoughts.

'There is not much we can do, except get a lawyer to defend Sihtric,' Ragnar said.

'But… Sihtric did shove him, which led to the broken elbow. So it's clear that he's guilty,' you looked at Sihtric who stared at you, 'sorry, baby,' you said quietly and grimaced.

'That is a fact,' Ragnar backed you, to which Sihtric scoffed.

'My wife was hurt!' he lashed out, 'I was only trying to get her to safety as well as myself. I could've done a lot worse than just shoving someone!'

'I know,' you jumped up, 'we know,' you said and cupped his cheeks, 'but it happened, and we all know everyone saw it happen.'

Sihtric huffed and pulled you against his shirtless chest, 'so what does he want? Money?' Sihtric asked Ragnar, 'ask him how much and we'll just settle it. I don't want to go to court or have this become a whole media spectacle. I'm tired of this shit,' he squeezed you tighter without realising it, 'I just want to live in fucking peace.'

'I know,' Ragnar said, 'but this guy will take it to court, purely for the reason to make a point about reporters getting attacked and har-'

'Then what the fuck do reporters call their behaviour towards me?' Sihtric shouted, heated, and you took a step back, but Sihtric pulled you back as he lashed out again, 'they push, shove and fucking shout in my face wherever I go! They publish lies for their own gain, expose private information whenever they fucking can, and they claim to be the ones who are attacked? I should've fucking bashed his head in!' Sihtric snarled.

'Hey,' Ragnar threw his hands up, 'I'm on your side here, man.'

'Babe,' you hushed your husband, gently pushing him towards the kitchen, 'calm down, honey, have some water. And take your meds before you get dizzy again, okay?' you said calmly, 'and don't forget to take the new meds too, my love.'

'Take my meds,' Sihtric muttered, but he listened regardless, because you were his wife, and he loved you. 

Sihtric was still taking medication to deal with the aftermath of his concussion, which was going very well, but he recently also started taking medication to deal with his anxiety. 

And after Sihtric swallowed his meds, he immediately smashed the box with pills down on the kitchenfloor, 'I'm on meds because of their fucking bullshit!' he shouted and stormed out into the lit up backyard, leaving a mess of scattered pills on the floor.

You and Ragner stood back and watched it happen. After a few long seconds, you quietly began to gather the spilled medication, while Ragnar picked up the box.

'He has medication for anxiety?'

'Yeah, you said, clearly still startled, 'he got it last week.'

'I see,' Ragnar said.

Why?' 

'No, just asking,' Ragnar smiled and looked out the window, 'I'm going to have a word with him, okay?'

You nodded and took the box out of Ragnar's hand, putting the medication back inside. After that, you went upstairs, and got in bed and thought about the fact that there was a lawsuit coming up. Because you haven't been through enough stress yet, while in the meantime, Ragnar had a hard word with Sihtric. And your husband would join you in bed almost an hour later, and cuddling up to you from behind.

'Hey, bunny,' he whispered and kissed your jaw.

'Hey, tiger,' you smiled upon feeling his arms around you, pulling you against his chest.

'Sorry I lashed out, baby,' Sihtric nuzzled your neck softly, 'I love you,' he pecked your neck, 'I love you, my little wife,' he squeezed you tightly as he attacked you with his lips, 'my pretty princess,' he chuckled softly.

'I love you too,' you squirmed and giggled while being smothered, 'and I understand your anger, no need to apologise, my love.'

'Hm,' he hummed, 'take out my anger, honey bun?' 

'Take those pants off then,' you grinned as you turned to face him.

Sihtric deliberately kept you out of the whole lawsuit as the weeks progressed, only telling you updates you needed to hear. Unfortunately, the incident had made its way completely public, and Sihtric was the centre of attention on every media platform right now. People also liked to pull up the articles about the fight he had with Sigtryggr, at the UFC promotion event, which ended in a nightmare. And little by little, the words being said about Sihtric became more grim each day. People claimed he had serious anger issues, that he had always been an asshole and now the world finally knew it, and they spoke of how he is a disgrace to the martial arts community, as they think he has no respect, discipline or honour. And Sihtric was not blind to these claims, but he felt powerless and didn't really speak about it. Until he suddenly brought it up, out of nowhere.

'Do you believe them?' Sihtric asked quietly, his fingertips slowly trailing up and down your bare legs, 'what people say about me?'

The bathroom was quiet for a moment, except for the soft sound of tiny foam bubbles popping, while you sat across from Sihtric in his jacuzzi bathtub, staring into his eyes.

'You know I don't,' you said, almost offended, 'sure, you have a temper, but that's not what happened when you shoved that guy to the ground.'

Sihtric said nothing, his eyes locked on you for a moment. Then he spread his arms out on the edge of the tub, and let his head rest back against the wall, exhaling slowly as he closed his eyes while strands of his wet hair stuck to his tired face. You watched his exposed neck along with his toned chest, and thought it was a shame how the water and foam was hiding the rest of his body.

'Darling,' you said, sneaking over to him, and you took his face in your hands, 'you need to rid yourself of those thoughts,' you said softly but firmly, 'and also of the thoughts that I don't want to be with you.'

Sihtric looked down, struggling to find his words, and eventually whispered, 'I just worry that one day you will wake up, and realise that I'm an awful person. And that you will no longer want to be with me.'

'You are not a horrible person,' you hushed him with a soft kiss to his forehead, 'sure, you are flawed, as is everyone. But I love you,' you said, directing his eyes back to yours, 'I love you, Sihtric.'

'I love you,' he smiled weakly and pulled you in his arms, 'I love you endlessly,' he whispered and kissed your hair.

'You better,' you smiled and reached to grab a towel, 'come, my love, let's get dressed and try to go to sleep soon. You should take your meds and get some rest.'

While Sihtric was in his office the next day, talking with his lawyer and Ragnar, you scrolled on your phone when suddenly your group chat exploded with texts and screenshots.

Thyra: is this true?

Gisela: WOW?????

Brida: are you okay? Why didn't you tell us about this!

Eadith: has he hurt you before?

Thyra: why did you never say anything about this? You know you can trust us…

You frowned at their messages and clicked the screenshots of news articles they sent you, and you immediately ran to Sihtric, nearly kicking in the door of his home office.

'Honey?' Sihtric frowned, bewildered, and he jumped up when he saw your face.

'Have you seen this!?' you said through your tears, holding your phone out to him.

'What?' he asked, ignoring your phone and taking your free hand in his, 'can you guys give us a moment?' Sihtric asked the two men, who left the room quickly.

'Hey,' Sihtric pulled you close and cupped your cheeks, 'baby, why are you crying? What's wrong?'

You couldn't speak, you felt all choked up and just pushed your phone against his chest, which Sihtric then took as he sat down, pulling you in his lap. You heard he stopped breathing for a moment when he saw why you were upset, then locked your screen and put your phone down on his desk, calmly, and he wrapped both arms around you.

'Why does everyone keep lying about you?' you sobbed, 'about us?!'

'They won't get away with this,' Sihtric said, 'I promise you, they won't.'

Somehow, the security footage from the hotel you stayed at in Hawaii was leaked to the media. Showing how Sihtric broke the mirror, to which you flinched. And no one could deny that, as the footage was without sound, it did seem as if Sihtric had you trapped between the wall and his body, and when you had pushed him away a little, to wipe the blood that was dripping down from your nose, he smashed the glass to pieces, which people interpreted as him being angry that you tried to get out of his grip. Which was not what happened, but the people didn't know that. It also didn't help that newspages attached paparazzi photos to their articles of you out on the street, with bruises on your legs and shoulders. And so they implied Sihtric was a man with anger issues, who abused his wife. But no one knew those bruises came from your rough love making, and that Sihtric had never laid a hand on you in a way that wasn't out of love, pleasure, or without consent. But the lie was already out there, and people believed it, even your own friends.

Now that his lawyer was here already, Sihtric discussed the topic and how to handle it. The lawyer and Ragnar both suggested not commenting on it, instead gathering evidence to prove everything is made up, and then sue the hotel for leaking the footage and the news outlets for posting the story. But first, Sihtric still had to deal with the reporter who had a broken elbow.

Several months later you joined Sihtric to court, where you would hear if he was found guilty or not, and what the consequences would be.

Sihtric had a firm grip on your hand, as per usual in public, as he was anxious by the amount of people in front of the court house, trying to talk to him about everything that's going on. The medication made Sihtric calmer, but his love language was simply keeping you close, at all times. 

What you didn't know, while being present at the hearing, was that online, the photos of you and Sihtric taken outside the courthouse were already being spread. Mainly with the focus on Sihtric's tight grip on your hand, adding fuel to the fire to the abuse allegations. But that was a later worry.

Sihtric was found guilty, which you both expected already, and the man who sued your husband only wanted to make a statement for his fellow reporters and to have his medical bills paid. Which Sihtric agreed to. You were both relieved it ended rather well, and that Sihtric was not getting the harsh punishment of being set as an example; being a celebrity who attacked a journalist. It could've ended way worse, but the jury understood Sihtric's side of the story, and therefore he got away rather easily. It all had brightened Sihtric's mood, and he was eager to go home with you now this case was all said and done.

Sihtric held your hand, firmly again, as you walked to his beloved Bugatti, dodging cameras and phones before you crossed the street. And you both almost made it to the car without speaking your mind, until you heard someone yell your name, and you looked over your shoulder.

'Leave your abuser!' a stranger shouted at you.

The stranger received cheers and whistles from the gathering crowd, across the street from you, and you felt your blood boil.

'Leave it, baby,' Sihtric said as he noticed your anger,and he pulled you close as you were only five more steps away from his car, 'don't listen to them, they don't know shit about us.'

You knew he was right and bit your tongue, until the next remark was shouted when Sihtric held the car door open for you.

'Why be with someone who bruises you!?' the words earned some cheers again, and you snapped.

'Those bruises,' you snarled, 'are because my husband knows how to fuck me real good and hard, just the way I like it!'

'Honey!' Sihtric said, with big eyes, 'g-get in the car, okay?'

'No,' you said softly to him and turned back to the crowd and yelled, 'so you can stick your fucking lies up your-'

'No, no, no,' Sihtric couldn't hide his amusement, but he hushed you with a kiss, 'we'll show them, baby,' he smiled against your lips, 'just get in the car, bunny, don't make this worse now.'

You huffed but couldn't resist your husband, and knew he was once again right. So you sat down without another word. You saw the look on Sihtric's face as he stared at you, while making his way over to the driver's seat, and you knew he was aroused.

'You calm?' Sihtric asked as he started the car.

'Yeah, fine,' you chuckled at your own behaviour, 'guess you really start to rub off on me, huh?'

'So it seems,' Sihtric laughed as he ran his hand up your thigh, which he squeezed firmly with his tattooed fingers and hummed while keeping his eyes on the road as he drove off.

'You calm?' you grinned.

'I will be after I fuck you good, my love,' he murmured with a smile.

'You want to fuck me good?' you teased, trailing your fingers over his veiny arms.

You leaned in and kissed his cheek. Then his jaw and then his neck. Sihtric's breath hitched and his grip on your thigh became bruising, as you had intended, while a deep moan escaped his lips.

'You always fuck me good, bad boy,' you whispered against his sensitive neck, earning a soft grunt from your man.

'You make me so fucking hard, baby girl,' he husked and stepped on the gas, ignoring the speed limit as he was desperate to get home and throw you in bed.

You chuckled and kissed his neck again while your hand snuck under his shirt, up his muscular body.

'Hm. Come on, bunny,' Sihtric breathed, smiling as he had both hands on the wheel, squeezing tightly, 'give me some more dirty talk.'

'Do you want me to take your anger out?' you brushed your lips over his ear, 'want to fill me up with it while I scream your name?'

'Yeah,' he moaned desperately, 'need you… to… fuck,' he sighed and swallowed hard.

'But what if I'm angry too?' you whispered, moving your hands down to his jeans, tracing your fingers over his hardness.

Sihtric hummed and bit down on his lip, trying to focus on the road, but you were clouding his thoughts and vision. He needed to feel you, but the way home was too long for him to continue without losing control. So he suddenly took a turn, knowing his gym was closer than his house, and you couldn't help but giggle at the change of direction, knowing exactly where he was going.

'The gym, baby?' you teasingly unbuttoned his jeans, 'surely there's training lessons going on there at this hour?'

'Guess I have to fuck you in front of everyone,' Sihtric smirked as his breathing intensified, 'I'll bend you over that welcome desk without hesitation, lady.' 

You felt his length twitch as you rubbed your hand over his crotch, loving the way you could arouse him so easily, wrapping him around your finger without any trouble. And you loved how he couldn't think straight anymore when you got him to this point. 

Moments later he pulled up to the gym, parking his ridiculous expensive car in the most douchebag way possible, right in front of the entrance where it clearly said "no parking". 

'Out,' Sihtric demanded as he kicked his car door open.

He was quick to take your hand and pulled you inside the gym, where you were both greeted by several familiar faces, to whom you simply nodded and Sihtric said you were in a hurry. He pulled you into a hallway and into his office, which you didn't even know he had there, but you weren't complaining.

'Clothes off,' he ordered as he locked the door behind him and closed the blinds. 

You gladly did as he asked, but you could only take off your jeans before Sihtric already bent you over his desk, pulling down your underwear himself as he breathed hard.

'Impatient, champion?' you chuckled as he dropped down his jeans.

'Yes,' was all he said, and pushed inside you smoothly with a satisfying sigh, 'fuck, ahh.'

'Oh, god, yes,' you smiled, 'yeah, come on,' you breathed as he snapped his hips into you hard and fast, 'fucking give it to me, Sihtric!'

Fifteen minutes later you both walked past the welcome desk again, and even if half of the gym hadn't heard you two, they would've known what had happened regardless by the blush on both your cheeks. But no one dared to say something, and soon you were seated in his car again. Sihtric took your face in his hands and kissed you, sweet and deep, before he pecked your face all over, making you giggle.

'I fucking love you, bunny,' he whispered, planting another few kisses on your face before he started the car again and finally drove home.

Back home again, you made dinner together and everything was nearly back to normal as you joked around and smothered each other at every possible occasion. After dinner, Sihtric would be heading back to the gym again. This time to throw a few punches, instead of throwing you around in his office, and he asked if you wanted to braid his hair before he left.

'What time will you be back?' you hummed as you sat on a chair, with Sihtric on the floor in front of you, your legs resting over his broad shoulders.

'I'll only be an hour or two,' he said, moving his hands over your legs, 'hey, why don't you come with me?'

'To watch you get punched? I'm not sure,' you chuckled lightly.

'It's not like that,' Sihtric laughed. He turned to face you after you said you finished braiding his hair, and he looked up at you. 'Come with me?' he pouted, 'I like to have you close.' He brought his face up to yours and kissed your lips, 'I like to keep my wife close,' he smiled.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, as you simply couldn't resist him, and you quickly changed clothes before you tagged along.

At the gym, you watched his sparring session. And despite it being a training, you couldn't help but flinch whenever he'd take a punch to his body. It was all a game to him, but you just hated it and didn't understand the joy people got out of this. But you did love to see Sihtric in his element, without a care in the world as he only had one focus. But you'd rather see him without a care in the world in a whole different way; in bed, underneath you.

'He's doing better, huh?' Uhtred suddenly stood next to you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

'It seems so, yes,' you smiled, 'I still worry what can happen if he takes a punch to the head though.'

'He'll be fine,' Uhtred said, 'it's not like he had much common sense left up there anyway.'

'Hey,' you snorted and punched his shoulder, 'that's my husband you're talking about.'

'And bless you for taking care of that poor bastard,' he laughed, 'how's that anxiety going?'

'Oh, he's much calmer,' you said, glancing at Sihtric as he had his sparring partner cornered, 'at home and in public, he seems more at ease lately, almost high even,' you laughed, 'guess that medication works wonders.'

'Medication?' Uhtred frowned, 'for anxiety?'

'Yeah, he got it a few weeks ago from the doctor.'

'What? Wh-,' Uhtred seemed stunned, 'what sort of medication?'

'Uh, diazepam, I believe.'

'Diaze-,' Uhtred's eyes grew big and turned towards the fighter, 'Sihtric!' he shouted, 'gloves off, now!'

'What?' you frowned.

Sihtric also frowned and shrugged, 'why?'

'You will come here now, or I will drag you here!' Uhtred commanded.

'Fuck sakes,' Sihtric sighed, throwing his gloves on the canvas underneath his feet, 'what has gotten into you today?' he said as he walked over and put on his shirt.

'Everybody out!' Uhtred yelled, to which a dozen of other boxers listened and left, and he went to close the door behind them.

'What the hell?' you mumbled while Sihtric circled his sweaty arms around you.

'Bunny,' he whispered with a sweet smile, 'my wife,' he pecked your lips, 'I love you, baby girl.'

'I love you too,' you giggled, 'my husband.'

You swore you could never grow tired of staring into his mismatched eyes, tracing your fingers over his scarred face before you felt his facial hair tickle as you kissed him. But your sweet moment was abruptly brought to an end as Uhtred shouted at Sihtric while he walked back over.

'Diazepam, Sihtric?' he shouted, 'really?'

'Wait, what… what is going on-' you tried to ask, but Uhtred closed in, pressing his forehead against Sihtric's and forcing him away from you, using the same intimidation tactic Sihtric had used on you the first time you met.

'Where the fuck do you get?' Uhtred asked, furiously, and he slapped the back of Sihtric's head when he got no answer from your husband, 'tell me where you're getting it from!'

'None of your fucking business,' Sihtric snarled and gave Uhtred a shove.

'Hey!' you yelled, when Uhtred grabbed Sihtric by his shoulders, shoving him hard against a wall, 'stop! What the fuck are you doing!' you slapped Uhtred while he had his first around Sihtric's throat, but Sihtric didn't fight back.

'The streets?' Uhtred snarled, brushing your hands off him with ease, 'you buying drugs off the streets again?'

'What?' you panicked, looking at Uhtred, 'what do you mean?' then you looked at Sihtric, 'baby? Wh- what is he talking about?'

'Nothing,' Sihtric wheezed.

'Tell her!' Uhtred spat and released Sihtric out of his grip, who fell down to his knees.

'What? Tell me what?' you cried as you kneeled down, taking Sihtric's face in your hands, 'babe, what is going on!'

'Tell her! Or I will!' Uhtred threatened.

You suddenly felt sick and kept turning your head to Uhtred, only to turn back to your husband again, until Sihtric sighed and gently took your chin, directing your eyes back to his.

'I'm… I'm sorry, my love,' he whispered, 'I'm-' 

A loud bang startled the three of you, and you looked over your shoulder to see two cops had kicked in the door and were approaching.

'Sihtric Kjartansson,' one of the cops said as the other took out his handcuffs, 'you are under arrest for possession of drugs.'

'What?' you yelled, and Uhtred quickly pulled you away from Sihtric, who got handcuffed.

'No! Baby?' you trembled, trying to escape Uhtred's grip, 'stop!' you tried to shout, but you could barely find your voice as Uhtred pulled you further back.

'You have the right to remain silent,' the cop interrupted your silent cry, while pulling Sihtric up from his knees, 'anything you say can be used against you in court. You have the right to talk to a lawyer for advice before we ask you any questions. You have the right to have a lawyer with you during questioning. If you cannot afford a lawyer-'

'I can afford a fucking lawyer!' Sihtric grunted, to which the cop sighed.

'If you cannot afford a lawyer,' the cop repeated, 'one will be appointed for you before any questioning if you wish. If you decide to answer questions now without a lawyer present, you have the right to stop answering at any time.'

The cops walked Sihtric past you, as you were still held back by Uhtred while you cried out your husband's name. Sihtric managed to get out of the grip the cops had on him, and he leaped over to you.

'I love you, baby,' he whispered and kissed your lips in haste, 'please forgive me, bunny,' was the last thing he said before the cops yanked him back by his handcuffs. 

You were too stunned to speak, in complete shock, and the last you saw of Sihtric was the way he mouthed 'I love you, my wife,' and puckered his lips to you, before the cops pushed him out of sight.

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