#leofric x aelswith

[hikaruchen]

I believe the king of Wessex cares for you.

[errruvande]

OKAY FINE.

TLK.

And @kingslionheart also💖 GIRLS, NO NONONONO NO YES

My fave female character: fuck damn Aelswith!! I really could choose any of them great female characters, who was cool from the very beginning, but I do appreciate Aelswith the most for her eagerness to protect her family. Yes, she only could protect them by faith and that she tried to do. But she grew wiser with time, she acknowledged her wrongs and we love her for that!

My fave male character: we all know my fave man is Leofric. Especially show! Leofric, he's just to die for, absolutely unproblematic man! The greatest friend material, always here when you need him and ready to call you an arseling, if you're doing something stupid!

My fave season: third one. The most painful season of them all. And we love pain. Ragnar, Gisela, Thyra, Alfred 😭 HE WAS MI KING! I think you got me, right?

My fave episode: s1e7. The marshes. Nothing more to say. Teary eyed Alfred, absolutely pathetic and scarred, emotionally drained. Uhtred, Leofric and Iseult finding Hild!!!!

My fave cast member: David Dawson! No doubt. I don't know if anyone put so much in their characters as David did. I mean, they all are magnificent, but DAVID F DAWSON???

My fave ship: Alfred x Uhtred and Aldhelm x Aethelflaed.

A character I just can't sympathize with: for some reason it's Edward after he became king. When he was an etheling he was cool and I loved him, but damn boy....

A character I grew to love: Aelswith (see point 1 lol)

My anti otp: Uhtred x Aethelflaed... Just, no... It would have been better if they just remained friends. He had plenty of women to fuck, and more importantly, Aethelflaed HAD ALDHELM 😭 but she chose Uhtred's dick of death

[tlkgods]

HIJOS

Dioses

edward ( alfred x Aelswith)

luna ( Uhtred x Sihtric)

astrid ( Uhtred x Alfred)

henrik ( Uhtred x Alfred)

vibeke ( Harald x Leif)

aiden ( Sihtric x Finan)

klaus ( Sihtric x Finan)

Eadgifu ( Uhtred x Leofric)

Erik ( Leofric x Skade )

aethelred (freydis x harald)

Semi Dioses

aethelstan - ( Alfred x ? )

aethelflaed - ( Alfred x ? )

cilantro ( Sihtric x ? )

uhtred - ( Uhtred x Gisela )

stiorra - ( Uhtred x Gisela )

oswald - ( Uhtred x Gisela )

jacob - ( Ragnar x ??? )

ronaldo - ( Finan x Eadith )

sigtryggr - ( Finan x Eadith )

Ingilmundr (Loki x ?)

wolland ( Sihtric x ? )

aelflaed (loki x ? )

aethelwold ( skade x ? )

aldhelm ( leofric x ? )

Eadgyth ( Alfred x ? )

astyrian ( Finan x Eadith )

aelfweard ( Loki x ? )

Edmund ( Skade x ? )

aelfwynn ( Frigg x ?)

Osferth (Frigg x ?)

Freya (Freya x ? )

[ceridwenofwales]

Saints and Sinners

That’s my contribution to the Let’s Be Danes Prompt Challenge: New Year, New Ship @whenimaunicorn  is hosting. Thanks for the amazing prompts!

I picked “You’re standing a little close to me…” for Leofric and Aelswith. I will probably write a second chapter. Let’s see!

Words: 748

AO3 link

Warnings: angst, grief, mentions of death in childbirth... I think that’s all. If someone wants to point out any other warning, feel free to do so. ^^

Summary: Aelswith is facing a crisis of faith after, Osferth, an illegitimate son of Alfred, is born. Leofric is grieving his sister, the baby's mother, and surprises Aelswith praying for answers in the chapel. What he has to say doesn’t help to ease her mind.

Tag: @pokeasleepingsmaug, @tiyetiye, @therealcalicali, @geekandbooknerd, @laketaj24, @thewildbeauty, @oddsnendsfanfics, @ariellostatci, @wilddrabble, @carlya65, @xthezodiacage, @goldentailedmermaids, @sifshoney. I’ve noticed the fandom is growing but I’m shy to tag people I’ve never interacted before. Please, let me know if you want to be tagged (or if I’m annoying you by tagging you) in The Last Kingdom content, guys! ^^

Aelswith didn’t feel the urge to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks. There was no need to hide her sorrow from God. Only God could know what was in her heart. For anyone else, she should be the woman with the spine made of steel to bear the heavy burden of being the wife of a man destined to be King.

Aelswith felt only Alfred could lead Wessex through the turmoil caused by the barbarian horde that was taking Kingdom by Kingdom. Aethelred would not live forever and he failed to shape Aethelwold to succeed him. Aethelwold could not recognize the weight of the duty but was eager to savor the privilege.

“I am grateful for the daughter you sent me, Lord. But when the time comes, I fear she will not have the support of all Ealdormen to fulfill the mission and protect Wessex. Not all men will follow a woman, even if she is the best option and the rightful heir,” Aelswith chuckled bitterly, “Especially if she is wiser than them. Men often say we are led by our emotions, yet they are the ones led by the sin of the flesh. Blinded by lust.” Aelswith tried to swallow the lump in her throat as images of Alfred with Eadgyth tormented her. She even wondered if he would find a way to legitimize this son if she kept failing to fulfill her duty.

Aelswith hated the trembling in her voice, but only with God she could unveil her soul, “Why do you punish me and give her a son? Why…”

“Do you think my sister was rewarded? Do you see Eadgyth as blessed?” Aelswith felt her hands trembling as the hoarse voice interrupted her prayers.

“God granted her a son…” Aelswith sneered at Leofric.

“A son she never asked the King for. A son she will not get to see growing to be a man. A son that will always be considered a mark of shame in Alfred’s path to glory. Do you think he will allow his monks to write about Osferth? Osferth is condemned by the sins of your husband. Because the arseling could not keep his prick in his pants…”

That’s the name of the bastard.

“Enough, Leofric…” Aelswith could read his grief in the heaviness of his steps and in the way his shoulders and head slightly dipped.

“I say when it is enough,” Leofric hissed through gritted teeth, shifting closer, “My sister died in pain and blood to bring a son to a world that will see Alfred as the virile man that impregnated a woman, and whisper behind my back about how my sister brought this to herself. Ask yourself if Eadgyth is the one who deserves your fury.”

Aelswith had always seen his solid build and constant grimace as an advantage. For some reason, knowing they could rely on the sword of a man such as Leofric made her feel safe. Until now. Now his wrath was directed at her.

His crotch was almost brushing against her shoulder as Leofric towered over her, but Aelswith managed to look directly in his eyes and to keep her voice steady and strong as she addressed him. She should show him she was not easily scared. Yet, she was not sure if it was fear what she was feeling as shivers run down her spine despite the heat radiating from his body.

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

Leofric cuts her off, “Does that make you uncomfortable?” A wolfish smirk curls up the corner of his mouth as his voice lowers and for a moment Aelswith is afraid someone might see them in this compromising situation.

If Aelswith admitted he was making her uneasy, she would be admitting weakness.

No!

She held onto the seat in front of her, ready to rise from her knees when he placed his hand over hers.

“Do not forget pride is also a sin, Lady.”

Aelswith narrowed her eyes at him, snatching her hand back out of his grip, “I will forget your indiscretion because I know you are grieving your sister, Leofric. But it must not repeat.”

“Is that what you really want?” He muttered under his breath and she pretended his words haven’t reached her ears as she walked to the doors.

It does not matter what I want.

[ceridwenofwales]

Thanks for the shout out:

I wrote The Things We Left Unsaid pairing Uhtred with someone unexpected... Aelswith.

Summary: After Alfred's death, Queen Aelswith fears Uhtred's influence over the young King Edward and summons the warrior for a private conversation.

Breaking The Chains is pure sin with Uhtred and Skade.

Summary: Skade and the Coccham squad are back to Uhtred's domains and while Uhtred struggles between desire and hate, the Seer is determined to be part of his fate.

‘Were We Doomed From The Start?’ was the piece I wrote for our first writing challenge in this fandom: Let’s be Danes - Opening Ceremony

Summary:  Uhtred and Mildrith built a loving relationship but they might need more if they want to stay together through dangerous times.

I also wrote another crack ship for Aelswith and Leofric called Saints and Sinners.

Summary: Aelswith is facing a crisis of faith after, Osferth, an illegitimate son of Alfred, is born. Leofric is grieving his sister, the baby's mother, and surprises Aelswith praying for answers in the chapel. What he has to say doesn’t help to ease her mind.

Just wanna day that I love the wya you write for the actual love of my life Uhtred and your stories make so SO HAPPY!!! Do you happen to know of anyone else who writes for him?

Thank you!!! He’s so endearing, isn’t he?

I believe @ceridwenofwales, @laketaj24, @oddsnendsfanfics and @geekandbooknerd have all written Uhtred! Ladies, reblog this with your shameless self-promotions!!

[ceridwenofwales]

I'm snooping on your WIPs, I need you to answer #1! Also 4 and 8

Awwww! Thanks! I can’t wait to finish them all. So many ideas to fill the gaps. ^^

Writer Ask Meme

1: Describe the plot of your current WIPs in a single sentence each. 

I’ve been working on 5 stories at the same time.

* Crack ship: Aelswith x Leofric - I’m going to Hell but my friends are gonna be there too.

* Alpha and Omega - Please, forgive me! 

* As The Shore Calls the Waves - Alpha and Omega (Alternate Timeline) - I needed the self-indulgent version to balance the pain.

* Ebb Tide - It was about time.

* Of Revenge and Lust - I should have left her on the road to the nunnery. ;)

4: What are some of your favorite tropes?

* Forced bedsharing with tons of unresolved sexual tension;

* Arranged Marriage;

* Christian character falls for Viking (pretty obvious at this point, hahaha);

* Enemies to partners, to friends, to lovers;

* Canon divergent (AU)

8: Which OC is your favorite? 

I love all my OCs equally. *scoffs* says the woman who has not updated 3 stories since March. Not to mention Blaeja and Sigurd who don’t even care about glaring at me since April, 2017. One day, guys…

I think I’m extremely attached to Moyra and Fionnuala at the moment and that’s why I’ve been neglecting Emer, Blaeja, Ragnhild, and Signy. 

[ceridwenofwales]

Wow! Like some kind of twisted revenge after what Alfred did to Leofric's sister (baby monk is Alfred and Leofric's sister's son) and Ælswith?! I like this idea. Maybe one day Leofric sees the Queen crying and one thing leads to another...

Enemies secretly meeting to bang. That's my kink. But I can't decide what characters

That’s a very Uhtred or Ivar thing… Vikings or The last kingdom??? 👀👀👀

[ceridwenofwales]

Okay but that Leofric and Aelswith fic was beautiful and absolutely brilliant, and it's something I never knew I needed!

Awwww! You're so sweet! When @whenimaunicorn told me of her idea for a crack ship challenge, they were the first that came to my mind. I'm glad you enjoyed it. ❤

[ceridwenofwales]

Oh, yes! Leofric, the grumpy and sassy warrior. I miss him so much! I wrote a piece for our crack ship event a while ago. Thanks for the shout out. You’re the sweetest! Saints and Sinners! The pairing is Leofric and Aelswith.

Did you ever receive a request to write for Leofric? Are you still accepting requests? I couldn’t find your prompt list.

My plate is entirely full at the moment, unfortunately. Requests are closed. I'm flattered though. Leofric is damned sexy but I've never written for him. I think @ceridwenofwales has?

[whenimaunicorn]

UNF SIMPLY AMAZING!!! I love how her loyalty to Alfred and how cause shines through, and when she thinks about Leofric she still thinks in that "we..." At first...

I have a MIGHTY NEED for that Leofric/Aelswith madness... Can a girl get a few lines of a teaser from your draft?

I really needed this little push to go back to this draft. Thank you so much! I’m still debating if I should write a second part, picking another prompt from your list or if I leave it like this. Decisions! 

Aelswith didn’t feel the urge to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks. There was no need to hide her sorrow from God. Only God could know what was in her heart. For anyone else, she should be the woman with the spine made of steel to bear the heavy burden of being the wife of a man destined to be King.

Aeslwith felt only Alfred could lead Wessex through the turmoil caused by the barbarian horde that was taking Kingdom by Kingdom. Aethelred would not live forever and he failed to shape Aethelwold to succeed him. Aethelwold could not recognize the weight of the duty but was eager to savor the privilege.

“I am grateful for the daughter you sent me, Lord. But when the time comes, I fear she will not have the support of all Ealdormen to fulfill the mission and protect Wessex. Not all men will follow a woman, even if she is the best option and the rightful heir,” Aelswith chuckled bitterly, “Especially if she is wiser than them. Men often say we are led by our emotions, yet they are the ones led by the sin of the flesh. Blinded by lust.” Aelswith tried to swallow the lump in her throat as images of Alfred with Eadgyth tormented her. She even wondered if he would find a way to legitimize this son if she kept failing to fulfill her duty.

Aelswith hated the trembling in her voice, but only with God she could unveil her soul, “Why do you punish me and give her a son? Why…”

“Do you think my sister was rewarded? Do you see Eadgyth as blessed?” Aelswith felt her hands trembling as the hoarse voice interrupted her prayers.

“God granted her a son…” Aelswith sneered at Leofric.

“A son she never asked the King for. A son she will not get to see growing to be a man. A son that will always be considered a mark of shame in Alfred’s path to glory. Do you think he will allow his monks to write about Osferth? Osferth is condemned by the sins of your husband. Because he could not keep his prick in his pants…”

“Enough, Leofric…” Aelswith could read his grief in the heaviness of his steps and in the way his shoulders and head slightly dipped.

“I say when it is enough,” Leofric hissed through gritted teeth, shifting closer, “My sister died in pain and blood to bring a son to a world that will see Alfred as the virile man that impregnated a woman, and whisper behind my back about how my sister brought this to herself. Ask yourself if Eadgyth is the one who deserves your fury.”

Aelswith had always seen his solid build and constant grimace as an advantage. For some reason, knowing they could rely on the sword of a man such as Leofric made her feel safe. Until now. Now his wrath was directed at her. However, she could read his grief in the heaviness of his steps and in the way his shoulders and head slightly dipped.

His crotch was almost brushing against her shoulder as Leofric towered over her, but Aelswith managed to look directly in his eyes and to keep her voice steady and strong as she addressed him. She should show him she was not easily scared. Yet, she was not sure if it was fear what she was feeling as shivers run down her spine despite the heat radiating from his body.

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

Leofric cuts her off, “Does that make you uncomfortable?” A wolfish smirk curls up the corner of his mouth as his voice lowers and for a moment Aelswith is afraid someone might see them in this compromising situation.

If Aelswith admitted he was making her uneasy, she would be embracing weakness.

No!

She held onto the seat in front of her, ready to rise from her knees when he placed his hand over hers.

“Do not forget pride is also a sin, Lady.”

[pokeasleepingsmaug]

You write conflicted Aelswith so well! And poor grieving Leofric. I wanted her to comfort him, but I know she’s too good of a Christian to do anything remotely like that, right 😉 Weird as it is, I’d never thought about the effects of Osferth’s birth on anyone but himself. Thank you for opening my eyes to the possibilities!

Saints and Sinners

That’s my contribution to the Let’s Be Danes Prompt Challenge: New Year, New Ship @whenimaunicorn  is hosting. Thanks for the amazing prompts!

I picked “You’re standing a little close to me…” for Leofric and Aelswith. I will probably write a second chapter. Let’s see!

Words: 748

AO3 link

Warnings: angst, grief, mentions of death in childbirth… I think that’s all. If someone wants to point out any other warning, feel free to point out. ^^

Summary: Aelswith is facing a crisis of faith after, Osferth, an illegitimate son of Alfred, is born. Leofric is grieving his sister, the baby’s mother, and surprises Aelswith praying for answers in the chapel. What he has to say doesn’t help to ease her mind.

Tag: @pokeasleepingsmaug, @tiyetiye, @therealcalicali, @geekandbooknerd, @laketaj24, @thewildbeauty, @oddsnendsfanfics, @ariellostatci, @wilddrabble, @carlya65, @xthezodiacage, @goldentailedmermaids, @sifshoney. I’ve noticed the fandom is growing but I’m shy to tag people I’ve never interacted before. Please, let me know if you want to be tagged (or if I’m annoying you by tagging you) in The Last Kingdom content, guys! ^^

Aelswith didn’t feel the urge to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks. There was no need to hide her sorrow from God. Only God could know what was in her heart. For anyone else, she should be the woman with the spine made of steel to bear the heavy burden of being the wife of a man destined to be King.

Aelswith felt only Alfred could lead Wessex through the turmoil caused by the barbarian horde that was taking Kingdom by Kingdom. Aethelred would not live forever and he failed to shape Aethelwold to succeed him. Aethelwold could not recognize the weight of the duty but was eager to savor the privilege.

“I am grateful for the daughter you sent me, Lord. But when the time comes, I fear she will not have the support of all Ealdormen to fulfill the mission and protect Wessex. Not all men will follow a woman, even if she is the best option and the rightful heir,” Aelswith chuckled bitterly, “Especially if she is wiser than them. Men often say we are led by our emotions, yet they are the ones led by the sin of the flesh. Blinded by lust.” Aelswith tried to swallow the lump in her throat as images of Alfred with Eadgyth tormented her. She even wondered if he would find a way to legitimize this son if she kept failing to fulfill her duty.

Aelswith hated the trembling in her voice, but only with God she could unveil her soul, “Why do you punish me and give her a son? Why…”

“Do you think my sister was rewarded? Do you see Eadgyth as blessed?” Aelswith felt her hands trembling as the hoarse voice interrupted her prayers.

“God granted her a son…” Aelswith sneered at Leofric.

“A son she never asked the King for. A son she will not get to see growing to be a man. A son that will always be considered a mark of shame in Alfred’s path to glory. Do you think he will allow his monks to write about Osferth? Osferth is condemned by the sins of your husband. Because the arseling could not keep his prick in his pants…”

That’s the name of the bastard.

“Enough, Leofric…” Aelswith could read his grief in the heaviness of his steps and in the way his shoulders and head slightly dipped.

“I say when it is enough,” Leofric hissed through gritted teeth, shifting closer, “My sister died in pain and blood to bring a son to a world that will see Alfred as the virile man that impregnated a woman, and whisper behind my back about how my sister brought this to herself. Ask yourself if Eadgyth is the one who deserves your fury.”

Aelswith had always seen his solid build and constant grimace as an advantage. For some reason, knowing they could rely on the sword of a man such as Leofric made her feel safe. Until now. Now his wrath was directed at her.

His crotch was almost brushing against her shoulder as Leofric towered over her, but Aelswith managed to look directly in his eyes and to keep her voice steady and strong as she addressed him. She should show him she was not easily scared. Yet, she was not sure if it was fear what she was feeling as shivers run down her spine despite the heat radiating from his body.

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

Leofric cuts her off, “Does that make you uncomfortable?” A wolfish smirk curls up the corner of his mouth as his voice lowers and for a moment Aelswith is afraid someone might see them in this compromising situation.

If Aelswith admitted he was making her uneasy, she would be admitting weakness.

No!

She held onto the seat in front of her, ready to rise from her knees when he placed his hand over hers.

“Do not forget pride is also a sin, Lady.”

Aelswith narrowed her eyes at him, snatching her hand back out of his grip, “I will forget your indiscretion because I know you are grieving your sister, Leofric. But it must not repeat.”

“Is that what you really want?” He muttered under his breath and she pretended his words haven’t reached her ears as she walked to the doors.

It does not matter what I want.

[therealcalicali]

Angst alert.🙏

Saints and Sinners

That’s my contribution to the Let’s Be Danes Prompt Challenge: New Year, New Ship @whenimaunicorn  is hosting. Thanks for the amazing prompts!

I picked “You’re standing a little close to me…” for Leofric and Aelswith. I will probably write a second chapter. Let’s see!

Words: 741

Warnings: angst, grief, mentions of death in childbirth… I think that’s all. If someone wants to point out any other warning, feel free to point out. ^^

Summary: Aelswith is facing a crisis of faith after, Osferth, an illegitimate son of Alfred, is born. Leofric surprises her praying for answers in the chapel and what he has to say doesn’t help to ease her mind.

Tag: @pokeasleepingsmaug, @tiyetiye, @therealcalicali, @geekandbooknerd, @laketaj24, @thewildbeauty, @oddsnendsfanfics, @ariellostatci, @wilddrabble, @carlya65, @xthezodiacage, @goldentailedmermaids, @sifshoney. I’ve noticed the fandom is growing but I’m shy to tag people I’ve never interacted before. Please, let me know if you want to be tagged (or if I’m annoying you by tagging you) in The Last Kingdom content, guys! ^^

Aelswith didn’t feel the urge to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks. There was no need to hide her sorrow from God. Only God could know what was in her heart. For anyone else, she should be the woman with the spine made of steel to bear the heavy burden of being the wife of a man destined to be King.

Aelswith felt only Alfred could lead Wessex through the turmoil caused by the barbarian horde that was taking Kingdom by Kingdom. Aethelred would not live forever and he failed to shape Aethelwold to succeed him. Aethelwold could not recognize the weight of the duty but was eager to savor the privilege.

“I am grateful for the daughter you sent me, Lord. But when the time comes, I fear she will not have the support of all Ealdormen to fulfill the mission and protect Wessex. Not all men will follow a woman, even if she is the best option and the rightful heir,” Aelswith chuckled bitterly, “Especially if she is wiser than them. Men often say we are led by our emotions, yet they are the ones led by the sin of the flesh. Blinded by lust.” Aelswith tried to swallow the lump in her throat as images of Alfred with Eadgyth tormented her. She even wondered if he would find a way to legitimize this son if she kept failing to fulfill her duty.

Aelswith hated the trembling in her voice, but only with God she could unveil her soul, “Why do you punish me and give her a son? Why…”

“Do you think my sister was rewarded? Do you see Eadgyth as blessed?” Aelswith felt her hands trembling as the hoarse voice interrupted her prayers.

“God granted her a son…” Aelswith sneered at Leofric.

“A son she never asked the King for. A son she will not get to see growing to be a man. A son that will always be considered a mark of shame in Alfred’s path to glory. Do you think he will allow his monks to write about Osferth? Osferth is condemned by the sins of your husband. Because the arseling could not keep his prick in his pants…”

That’s the name of the bastard.

“Enough, Leofric…” Aelswith could read his grief in the heaviness of his steps and in the way his shoulders and head slightly dipped.

“I say when it is enough,” Leofric hissed through gritted teeth, shifting closer, “My sister died in pain and blood to bring a son to a world that will see Alfred as the virile man that impregnated a woman, and whisper behind my back about how my sister brought this to herself. Ask yourself if Eadgyth is the one who deserves your fury.”

Aelswith had always seen his solid build and constant grimace as an advantage. For some reason, knowing they could rely on the sword of a man such as Leofric made her feel safe. Until now. Now his wrath was directed at her. However, she could read his grief in the heaviness of his steps and in the way his shoulders and head slightly dipped.

His crotch was almost brushing against her shoulder as Leofric towered over her, but Aelswith managed to look directly in his eyes and to keep her voice steady and strong as she addressed him. She should show him she was not easily scared. Yet, she was not sure if it was fear what she was feeling as shivers run down her spine despite the heat radiating from his body.

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

Leofric cuts her off, “Does that make you uncomfortable?” A wolfish smirk curls up the corner of his mouth as his voice lowers and for a moment Aelswith is afraid someone might see them in this compromising situation.

If Aelswith admitted he was making her uneasy, she would be admitting weakness.

No!

She held onto the seat in front of her, ready to rise from her knees when he placed his hand over hers.

“Do not forget pride is also a sin, Lady.”

Aelswith narrowed her eyes at him, snatching her hand back out of his grip, “I will forget your indiscretion because I know you are grieving your sister, Leofric. But it must not repeat.”

“Is that what you really want?” He muttered under his breath and she pretended his words haven’t reached her ears as she walked to the doors.

It does not matter what I want.

[ceridwenofwales]

"She's to good of a Christian to do anything remotely like that, right." 😉

Well... what do you think, @whenimaunicorn?

😏😎

I'm so happy you liked the characterization and this storyline I explored. Leofric is so loyal to Alfred and I wanted to dive into what he would have been keeping to himself after what happened to his sister. Of course here we have more anger because Eadgyth's death is recent.

Thanks for the lovely feedback. ❤

Saints and Sinners

That’s my contribution to the Let’s Be Danes Prompt Challenge: New Year, New Ship @whenimaunicorn  is hosting. Thanks for the amazing prompts!

I picked “You’re standing a little close to me…” for Leofric and Aelswith. I will probably write a second chapter. Let’s see!

Words: 748

AO3 link

Warnings: angst, grief, mentions of death in childbirth… I think that’s all. If someone wants to point out any other warning, feel free to point out. ^^

Summary: Aelswith is facing a crisis of faith after, Osferth, an illegitimate son of Alfred, is born. Leofric is grieving his sister, the baby’s mother, and surprises Aelswith praying for answers in the chapel. What he has to say doesn’t help to ease her mind.

Tag: @pokeasleepingsmaug, @tiyetiye, @therealcalicali, @geekandbooknerd, @laketaj24, @thewildbeauty, @oddsnendsfanfics, @ariellostatci, @wilddrabble, @carlya65, @xthezodiacage, @goldentailedmermaids, @sifshoney. I’ve noticed the fandom is growing but I’m shy to tag people I’ve never interacted before. Please, let me know if you want to be tagged (or if I’m annoying you by tagging you) in The Last Kingdom content, guys! ^^

Aelswith didn’t feel the urge to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks. There was no need to hide her sorrow from God. Only God could know what was in her heart. For anyone else, she should be the woman with the spine made of steel to bear the heavy burden of being the wife of a man destined to be King.

Aelswith felt only Alfred could lead Wessex through the turmoil caused by the barbarian horde that was taking Kingdom by Kingdom. Aethelred would not live forever and he failed to shape Aethelwold to succeed him. Aethelwold could not recognize the weight of the duty but was eager to savor the privilege.

“I am grateful for the daughter you sent me, Lord. But when the time comes, I fear she will not have the support of all Ealdormen to fulfill the mission and protect Wessex. Not all men will follow a woman, even if she is the best option and the rightful heir,” Aelswith chuckled bitterly, “Especially if she is wiser than them. Men often say we are led by our emotions, yet they are the ones led by the sin of the flesh. Blinded by lust.” Aelswith tried to swallow the lump in her throat as images of Alfred with Eadgyth tormented her. She even wondered if he would find a way to legitimize this son if she kept failing to fulfill her duty.

Aelswith hated the trembling in her voice, but only with God she could unveil her soul, “Why do you punish me and give her a son? Why…”

“Do you think my sister was rewarded? Do you see Eadgyth as blessed?” Aelswith felt her hands trembling as the hoarse voice interrupted her prayers.

“God granted her a son…” Aelswith sneered at Leofric.

“A son she never asked the King for. A son she will not get to see growing to be a man. A son that will always be considered a mark of shame in Alfred’s path to glory. Do you think he will allow his monks to write about Osferth? Osferth is condemned by the sins of your husband. Because the arseling could not keep his prick in his pants…”

That’s the name of the bastard.

“Enough, Leofric…” Aelswith could read his grief in the heaviness of his steps and in the way his shoulders and head slightly dipped.

“I say when it is enough,” Leofric hissed through gritted teeth, shifting closer, “My sister died in pain and blood to bring a son to a world that will see Alfred as the virile man that impregnated a woman, and whisper behind my back about how my sister brought this to herself. Ask yourself if Eadgyth is the one who deserves your fury.”

Aelswith had always seen his solid build and constant grimace as an advantage. For some reason, knowing they could rely on the sword of a man such as Leofric made her feel safe. Until now. Now his wrath was directed at her.

His crotch was almost brushing against her shoulder as Leofric towered over her, but Aelswith managed to look directly in his eyes and to keep her voice steady and strong as she addressed him. She should show him she was not easily scared. Yet, she was not sure if it was fear what she was feeling as shivers run down her spine despite the heat radiating from his body.

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

Leofric cuts her off, “Does that make you uncomfortable?” A wolfish smirk curls up the corner of his mouth as his voice lowers and for a moment Aelswith is afraid someone might see them in this compromising situation.

If Aelswith admitted he was making her uneasy, she would be admitting weakness.

No!

She held onto the seat in front of her, ready to rise from her knees when he placed his hand over hers.

“Do not forget pride is also a sin, Lady.”

Aelswith narrowed her eyes at him, snatching her hand back out of his grip, “I will forget your indiscretion because I know you are grieving your sister, Leofric. But it must not repeat.”

“Is that what you really want?” He muttered under his breath and she pretended his words haven’t reached her ears as she walked to the doors.

It does not matter what I want.

[ceridwenofwales]

I know! The sight of a furious and reckless Leofric making Aelswith all flustered is so good. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Now I'm back to Uhtred and Aelswith. 😏

Saints and Sinners

That’s my contribution to the Let’s Be Danes Prompt Challenge: New Year, New Ship @whenimaunicorn  is hosting. Thanks for the amazing prompts!

I picked “You’re standing a little close to me…” for Leofric and Aelswith. I will probably write a second chapter. Let’s see!

Words: 748

AO3 link

Warnings: angst, grief, mentions of death in childbirth… I think that’s all. If someone wants to point out any other warning, feel free to do so. ^^

Summary: Aelswith is facing a crisis of faith after, Osferth, an illegitimate son of Alfred, is born. Leofric is grieving his sister, the baby’s mother, and surprises Aelswith praying for answers in the chapel. What he has to say doesn’t help to ease her mind.

Tag: @pokeasleepingsmaug, @tiyetiye, @therealcalicali, @geekandbooknerd, @laketaj24, @thewildbeauty, @oddsnendsfanfics, @ariellostatci, @wilddrabble, @carlya65, @xthezodiacage, @goldentailedmermaids, @sifshoney. I’ve noticed the fandom is growing but I’m shy to tag people I’ve never interacted before. Please, let me know if you want to be tagged (or if I’m annoying you by tagging you) in The Last Kingdom content, guys! ^^

Aelswith didn’t feel the urge to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks. There was no need to hide her sorrow from God. Only God could know what was in her heart. For anyone else, she should be the woman with the spine made of steel to bear the heavy burden of being the wife of a man destined to be King.

Aelswith felt only Alfred could lead Wessex through the turmoil caused by the barbarian horde that was taking Kingdom by Kingdom. Aethelred would not live forever and he failed to shape Aethelwold to succeed him. Aethelwold could not recognize the weight of the duty but was eager to savor the privilege.

“I am grateful for the daughter you sent me, Lord. But when the time comes, I fear she will not have the support of all Ealdormen to fulfill the mission and protect Wessex. Not all men will follow a woman, even if she is the best option and the rightful heir,” Aelswith chuckled bitterly, “Especially if she is wiser than them. Men often say we are led by our emotions, yet they are the ones led by the sin of the flesh. Blinded by lust.” Aelswith tried to swallow the lump in her throat as images of Alfred with Eadgyth tormented her. She even wondered if he would find a way to legitimize this son if she kept failing to fulfill her duty.

Aelswith hated the trembling in her voice, but only with God she could unveil her soul, “Why do you punish me and give her a son? Why…”

“Do you think my sister was rewarded? Do you see Eadgyth as blessed?” Aelswith felt her hands trembling as the hoarse voice interrupted her prayers.

“God granted her a son…” Aelswith sneered at Leofric.

“A son she never asked the King for. A son she will not get to see growing to be a man. A son that will always be considered a mark of shame in Alfred’s path to glory. Do you think he will allow his monks to write about Osferth? Osferth is condemned by the sins of your husband. Because the arseling could not keep his prick in his pants…”

That’s the name of the bastard.

“Enough, Leofric…” Aelswith could read his grief in the heaviness of his steps and in the way his shoulders and head slightly dipped.

“I say when it is enough,” Leofric hissed through gritted teeth, shifting closer, “My sister died in pain and blood to bring a son to a world that will see Alfred as the virile man that impregnated a woman, and whisper behind my back about how my sister brought this to herself. Ask yourself if Eadgyth is the one who deserves your fury.”

Aelswith had always seen his solid build and constant grimace as an advantage. For some reason, knowing they could rely on the sword of a man such as Leofric made her feel safe. Until now. Now his wrath was directed at her.

His crotch was almost brushing against her shoulder as Leofric towered over her, but Aelswith managed to look directly in his eyes and to keep her voice steady and strong as she addressed him. She should show him she was not easily scared. Yet, she was not sure if it was fear what she was feeling as shivers run down her spine despite the heat radiating from his body.

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

Leofric cuts her off, “Does that make you uncomfortable?” A wolfish smirk curls up the corner of his mouth as his voice lowers and for a moment Aelswith is afraid someone might see them in this compromising situation.

If Aelswith admitted he was making her uneasy, she would be admitting weakness.

No!

She held onto the seat in front of her, ready to rise from her knees when he placed his hand over hers.

“Do not forget pride is also a sin, Lady.”

Aelswith narrowed her eyes at him, snatching her hand back out of his grip, “I will forget your indiscretion because I know you are grieving your sister, Leofric. But it must not repeat.”

“Is that what you really want?” He muttered under his breath and she pretended his words haven’t reached her ears as she walked to the doors.

It does not matter what I want.

[whenimaunicorn]

Oh yes, you absolutely HAVE to write a part 2 where Aelswith is plagued by thoughts of what he meant with that touch, what he wanted to do, what kind of SHENANIGANS Alfred deserves to have go on behind his back now...

Saints and Sinners

That’s my contribution to the Let’s Be Danes Prompt Challenge: New Year, New Ship @whenimaunicorn  is hosting. Thanks for the amazing prompts!

I picked “You’re standing a little close to me…” for Leofric and Aelswith. I will probably write a second chapter. Let’s see!

Words: 748

AO3 link

Warnings: angst, grief, mentions of death in childbirth… I think that’s all. If someone wants to point out any other warning, feel free to point out. ^^

Summary: Aelswith is facing a crisis of faith after, Osferth, an illegitimate son of Alfred, is born. Leofric is grieving his sister, the baby’s mother, and surprises Aelswith praying for answers in the chapel. What he has to say doesn’t help to ease her mind.

Tag: @pokeasleepingsmaug, @tiyetiye, @therealcalicali, @geekandbooknerd, @laketaj24, @thewildbeauty, @oddsnendsfanfics, @ariellostatci, @wilddrabble, @carlya65, @xthezodiacage, @goldentailedmermaids, @sifshoney. I’ve noticed the fandom is growing but I’m shy to tag people I’ve never interacted before. Please, let me know if you want to be tagged (or if I’m annoying you by tagging you) in The Last Kingdom content, guys! ^^

Aelswith didn’t feel the urge to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks. There was no need to hide her sorrow from God. Only God could know what was in her heart. For anyone else, she should be the woman with the spine made of steel to bear the heavy burden of being the wife of a man destined to be King.

Aelswith felt only Alfred could lead Wessex through the turmoil caused by the barbarian horde that was taking Kingdom by Kingdom. Aethelred would not live forever and he failed to shape Aethelwold to succeed him. Aethelwold could not recognize the weight of the duty but was eager to savor the privilege.

“I am grateful for the daughter you sent me, Lord. But when the time comes, I fear she will not have the support of all Ealdormen to fulfill the mission and protect Wessex. Not all men will follow a woman, even if she is the best option and the rightful heir,” Aelswith chuckled bitterly, “Especially if she is wiser than them. Men often say we are led by our emotions, yet they are the ones led by the sin of the flesh. Blinded by lust.” Aelswith tried to swallow the lump in her throat as images of Alfred with Eadgyth tormented her. She even wondered if he would find a way to legitimize this son if she kept failing to fulfill her duty.

Aelswith hated the trembling in her voice, but only with God she could unveil her soul, “Why do you punish me and give her a son? Why…”

“Do you think my sister was rewarded? Do you see Eadgyth as blessed?” Aelswith felt her hands trembling as the hoarse voice interrupted her prayers.

“God granted her a son…” Aelswith sneered at Leofric.

“A son she never asked the King for. A son she will not get to see growing to be a man. A son that will always be considered a mark of shame in Alfred’s path to glory. Do you think he will allow his monks to write about Osferth? Osferth is condemned by the sins of your husband. Because the arseling could not keep his prick in his pants…”

That’s the name of the bastard.

“Enough, Leofric…” Aelswith could read his grief in the heaviness of his steps and in the way his shoulders and head slightly dipped.

“I say when it is enough,” Leofric hissed through gritted teeth, shifting closer, “My sister died in pain and blood to bring a son to a world that will see Alfred as the virile man that impregnated a woman, and whisper behind my back about how my sister brought this to herself. Ask yourself if Eadgyth is the one who deserves your fury.”

Aelswith had always seen his solid build and constant grimace as an advantage. For some reason, knowing they could rely on the sword of a man such as Leofric made her feel safe. Until now. Now his wrath was directed at her. However, she could read his grief in the heaviness of his steps and in the way his shoulders and head slightly dipped.

His crotch was almost brushing against her shoulder as Leofric towered over her, but Aelswith managed to look directly in his eyes and to keep her voice steady and strong as she addressed him. She should show him she was not easily scared. Yet, she was not sure if it was fear what she was feeling as shivers run down her spine despite the heat radiating from his body.

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

Leofric cuts her off, “Does that make you uncomfortable?” A wolfish smirk curls up the corner of his mouth as his voice lowers and for a moment Aelswith is afraid someone might see them in this compromising situation.

If Aelswith admitted he was making her uneasy, she would be admitting weakness.

No!

She held onto the seat in front of her, ready to rise from her knees when he placed his hand over hers.

“Do not forget pride is also a sin, Lady.”

Aelswith narrowed her eyes at him, snatching her hand back out of his grip, “I will forget your indiscretion because I know you are grieving your sister, Leofric. But it must not repeat.”

“Is that what you really want?” He muttered under his breath and she pretended his words haven’t reached her ears as she walked to the doors.

It does not matter what I want.

[ceridwenofwales]

We love seeing her flustered, right? 😏🤣🤣

I'm so happy you liked it!

Saints and Sinners

That’s my contribution to the Let’s Be Danes Prompt Challenge: New Year, New Ship @whenimaunicorn  is hosting. Thanks for the amazing prompts!

I picked “You’re standing a little close to me…” for Leofric and Aelswith. I will probably write a second chapter. Let’s see!

Words: 748

AO3 link

Warnings: angst, grief, mentions of death in childbirth… I think that’s all. If someone wants to point out any other warning, feel free to point out. ^^

Summary: Aelswith is facing a crisis of faith after, Osferth, an illegitimate son of Alfred, is born. Leofric is grieving his sister, the baby’s mother, and surprises Aelswith praying for answers in the chapel. What he has to say doesn’t help to ease her mind.

Tag: @pokeasleepingsmaug, @tiyetiye, @therealcalicali, @geekandbooknerd, @laketaj24, @thewildbeauty, @oddsnendsfanfics, @ariellostatci, @wilddrabble, @carlya65, @xthezodiacage, @goldentailedmermaids, @sifshoney. I’ve noticed the fandom is growing but I’m shy to tag people I’ve never interacted before. Please, let me know if you want to be tagged (or if I’m annoying you by tagging you) in The Last Kingdom content, guys! ^^

Aelswith didn’t feel the urge to wipe away the tears streaming down her cheeks. There was no need to hide her sorrow from God. Only God could know what was in her heart. For anyone else, she should be the woman with the spine made of steel to bear the heavy burden of being the wife of a man destined to be King.

Aelswith felt only Alfred could lead Wessex through the turmoil caused by the barbarian horde that was taking Kingdom by Kingdom. Aethelred would not live forever and he failed to shape Aethelwold to succeed him. Aethelwold could not recognize the weight of the duty but was eager to savor the privilege.

“I am grateful for the daughter you sent me, Lord. But when the time comes, I fear she will not have the support of all Ealdormen to fulfill the mission and protect Wessex. Not all men will follow a woman, even if she is the best option and the rightful heir,” Aelswith chuckled bitterly, “Especially if she is wiser than them. Men often say we are led by our emotions, yet they are the ones led by the sin of the flesh. Blinded by lust.” Aelswith tried to swallow the lump in her throat as images of Alfred with Eadgyth tormented her. She even wondered if he would find a way to legitimize this son if she kept failing to fulfill her duty.

Aelswith hated the trembling in her voice, but only with God she could unveil her soul, “Why do you punish me and give her a son? Why…”

“Do you think my sister was rewarded? Do you see Eadgyth as blessed?” Aelswith felt her hands trembling as the hoarse voice interrupted her prayers.

“God granted her a son…” Aelswith sneered at Leofric.

“A son she never asked the King for. A son she will not get to see growing to be a man. A son that will always be considered a mark of shame in Alfred’s path to glory. Do you think he will allow his monks to write about Osferth? Osferth is condemned by the sins of your husband. Because the arseling could not keep his prick in his pants…”

That’s the name of the bastard.

“Enough, Leofric…” Aelswith could read his grief in the heaviness of his steps and in the way his shoulders and head slightly dipped.

“I say when it is enough,” Leofric hissed through gritted teeth, shifting closer, “My sister died in pain and blood to bring a son to a world that will see Alfred as the virile man that impregnated a woman, and whisper behind my back about how my sister brought this to herself. Ask yourself if Eadgyth is the one who deserves your fury.”

Aelswith had always seen his solid build and constant grimace as an advantage. For some reason, knowing they could rely on the sword of a man such as Leofric made her feel safe. Until now. Now his wrath was directed at her.

His crotch was almost brushing against her shoulder as Leofric towered over her, but Aelswith managed to look directly in his eyes and to keep her voice steady and strong as she addressed him. She should show him she was not easily scared. Yet, she was not sure if it was fear what she was feeling as shivers run down her spine despite the heat radiating from his body.

“You’re standing a little close to me…”

Leofric cuts her off, “Does that make you uncomfortable?” A wolfish smirk curls up the corner of his mouth as his voice lowers and for a moment Aelswith is afraid someone might see them in this compromising situation.

If Aelswith admitted he was making her uneasy, she would be admitting weakness.

No!

She held onto the seat in front of her, ready to rise from her knees when he placed his hand over hers.

“Do not forget pride is also a sin, Lady.”

Aelswith narrowed her eyes at him, snatching her hand back out of his grip, “I will forget your indiscretion because I know you are grieving your sister, Leofric. But it must not repeat.”

“Is that what you really want?” He muttered under his breath and she pretended his words haven’t reached her ears as she walked to the doors.

It does not matter what I want.