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artemiseamoon · 3 years ago

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Riders of the Storm

Chapter 1: Something strange in Santa Carla

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Ofc/ The Lost Boys/ Vikings / TLK AU

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⚠️Warnings: This is a loose Lost Boys meets an idea I had for a mini fic. So if you're familiar with the Lost Boys, lots of those warnings apply. This chapter is mild warning wise, just a mention of divorce.

AN: I had this idea for a while, and I do miss writing. So, it seems like a fun and casual way to reconnect to writing again before I appraoch any waiting projects. This is set in the late 80s, happily nostalgic for me as a 80s baby.

1987 Santa Carla

As the little bell over the door rings, the sounds of the carnival spill into the shop. Glancing at the door, Violet slides the small bag toward the customer, catching a glimpse of a couple passing by.

As the customer leaves, Violet leans over the counter with a soft sigh. This job had two purposes, to help support her household and to make integrating into this new town easier. Only the former was working.

41 days in Santa Carla and Violet still felt like an outsider, she couldn’t help but wonder if she’d ever fit in here. She could move, she was old enough to have a life of her own, but after her parents' messy divorce, Violet felt bad leaving her dad and brother alone, at least for the time being.

Of all the things she didn’t like about Santa Carla, the worst of it was the uneasy feeling in her gut. Even as people laughed and enjoyed themselves, even when the seemingly perfect weather led to dreamy days, there was still something wrong with this place, she just couldn’t put her finger on it.

As for the positives, the weather was one. People watching on the boardwalk was another. Living so close to water was the biggest bonus of all, the views of the ocean were downright breathtaking.

Violet loses her train of thought as her manager stands beside her, “We can start closing after this last one, I want to make the concert.” Olivia smiles and turns on her heels, seconds later disappearing into the back of the shop.

Violet leaves the counter and studies the flyer on the bulletin wall. Weekend beach concerts were a regular thing here and mostly everyone attended them. After a long, draining week of selling knick knacks to people, all Violet wanted to do was go home. Plus, depending on the concert, the beach turned into a real zoo sometimes.

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20 minutes later

Making her way down the crowded boardwalk, Violet slides her headphones on and presses the play button on her walkman. Glancing up at the moon, she feels its power wash over her. It wasn’t even full yet, the energy was already overwhelming.

Before she can look away, Violet walks right into someone. Their bodies collide, hands gently touch her shoulders,

“Sorry, I wasn’t lookin-”

“It was my fault, I should have seen you.” He says apologeticly.

Violet smiles gently. He was handsome, very handsome.

“I’ve never seen you around here before, “ she slides the headphones off, “but, I mean, I’ve only been here over a month so…”

“A week, we just got here.” He slid his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, focusing on her.

“Look at us, two newbies.”

He offers his hand, “Sithric.”

She places her hand in his, grinning as he brings it to his lips, “Violet. Wow. What time maching did you travel from?”

Sihtric smiles, “I’m a little old school I guess.”

“It’s nice.” The busy boardwalk vanishes temporarily as they gaze into eachothers eyes. Violet speaks first, “Um, I should get home.”

“You’re missing a really bad concert over there,” he points to the beach.

Violet smiles again, a warmth washing over her, “my ears will thank me.”

“I could walk you to your car, if you want. I have to meet some people over that way anyway. My bike is there too.”

“And you made friends already, look at you,” Violet starts walking, Sihtirc by her side, “thanks for the company.”

“I wouldn’t call them friends, they just invited me out when they saw my bike.”

“Oh,” she glances over at him, “the Ragnarsons.”

“You know them?” He asks.

“No, not at all. But I’ve been here long enough to run into them a few times. Plus, it's impossible to not notice the neighborood troublemakers. Interesting bunch.”

“You could say that again.” Sihtirc nods in agreement.

As they reach the west end of the boardwalk, the undeniable sounds of bikes cut through the air, overpowering the music from the beach. They stop walking and wait as the brothers pull up on their bikes.

Leading the pack, Ivar stops first, that devious look lingering in his ice blue eyes as a brunette sits behind him, arms tight around his body.

“Ah, and finally, someone gets her to talk.” Ivar comments, his greedy gaze taking her in.

“Maybe you're just not her type of genius,” Sigurd says sharply. Ivar, eyes still on Violet, flips him off.

Hvitserk, to the left of Ivar, bites into a muffin. When he speaks, his full cheeks make it hard to hear him, “Why don’t we take both the new kids out for a ride?”

Grinning, Ivar looks at Sihtric, then back at Violet, “Plenty of room,” Ivar tells the girl on his bike to get off. She obeys and quickly sits on Sigurds bike who whispers something soothing in her ear.

Ivar holds his hand out to Violet, “I won't bite, yet.”

Violet holds her breath and glances at Sihtic. She was curious about the brothers, and it didnt help that they were very attractive, too attractive. Still, something about them raised red flags so she avoided them no matter how many times they tried to get her attention. There was something devious and magnetic about them.

“I can’t.” She closes her arms around her body.

“Come on,” Sihtric urges gently, “come with me.”

Not only was Sithric dreamy, but his eyes were two different colors, she didnt notice before.

Sihtirc continues, “Violet can ride with me. If she wants to come. I won’t push.”

“Um,” Violet looks away, feeling the pull of Ubbes' intense otherworldly stare. She only looks him in the eye for a fleeing moment before returning her attention to Sihtirc.

Something weird stirs inside of her, Sihtric too. Ivars tone was different this time, deeper, darker. Suddenly, the idea of riding with Ivar didn’t seem so bad.

“If you want to ride with him, that's fine.” Sihtric says, a confused look on his face.

Ivars smile disappears, he nods toward the bike. “ Get on.”

Before she realizes what's happening, Violet's feet move for her. She mounts the bike.

“Let’s fucking party!” Ivar yells.

Ubbe howls at the moon behind him as they rev up the bikes.

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AN: I’ll post two tomorrow or the day after. :) It's dinner time for me now.

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solinarimoon · 2 years ago

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Have to love two clowns who don’t know they’re in love!

This was adorable! And hot!

Sihtric x Reader

Words 1.6k

Summary Set during season 5 episode 10 in which Sihtric, Finan and Reader get interrogated in Bebbanburg

Season 5 spoilerish?

Trust Finan to never make up a plan again.

By some miracle, Uhtred’s poor Saxon disguise had managed to allow him to sneak past Wihtgar and his men when they made their way over to us as we stood within the walls of Bebbanburg. Finan had stepped forward when he questioned your place within the grounds and his Scottish accent was a good idea in theory but the quick denial of The King of his knowledge of who you all were wasn’t good enough.

Rough hands grabbed you and the hilt of the sword on your back. You struggled against them as the three of you were shoved down into the damp burrow of the keep. Finan, having spoken up first, was taken to a different section of the dungeon to be questioned, leaving you and Sihtric alone.

You weren’t particularly fond of the man despite all you had been through since joining Uhtred’s men. Hild had offered you to take care of Stiorra, Athelstan and Aelthwynn as their protector while they hid from the danes and since, you had fought valiantly beside Uhtred and yet from day one Sihtric had kept his distance. You were a Saxon and he was a Dane. Neither led you to trust each other during those first years. And his initial aversion to you grew a poison between you both. The way he dismissed you as a warrior when you first met caused your stubbornness to never befriend him which lead you into a no-mans-land of never speaking causing you to bite at eachothers throats and bicker like an old married couple when you finally broke. He would never look your way when you spoke and your few conversations with him felt like pulling teeth. Like he couldn’t wait to move away from you.

The tight rope wound around your wrists burnt as a guard slung it over a beam and hoisted you arms above your head. They did the same to Sihtric as he stood across from you but he didn’t look your way as the guard punched hard into his stomach.

“Check her for more blades” One of the Scottish guards nodded over. There was three of them. Another began removing the small knives from their sheaths over your body when his greedy fingers fumbled up your thigh where a dagger sat. You kicked out as he did and a grunt from behind him caught everyone’s attention as Sihtric pulled against his binds.

“Touch her again and I’ll be sure to kill you first” He spat at the feeble guard. His dark hair curled around his face as he seethed, staring down the man from across the room.

You let out a sigh. He had just offered them you as bait to get him to talk.

The Scots man knew this too.

“Why? Is she your wife?” The guard smirked your way.

Sihtric stood silent.

“No?-well I’m sure one of my men will take her if she’s not”

You felt ill. Sihtric had stopped moving but his stare was deadly, if only his hands were free.

“Now that gentlemen is the look of a man with bloodlust in his eyes” The guard laughed aloud, his men following.

"But what are you going to do about it Dane?”

“Why are you here?” The guard interrogated. His hand grappled your hair as he pulled your head back, looking over to Sihtric for the answer. Your eyes met his and you practically begged him silently to keep his mouth shut. You could not reveal the reason you were here or who you truly were to these men as Uhtred snuck around the keep and nothing you said would stop the guards from torturing you. They’d never believe you even if you spoke the truth.

The man waltzed over and punched you, his knuckles meeting with your cheek. Sihtric fought against the robes as your nose began to gush with blood, the metallic taste filling your mouth.

The guard hummed.

“Nothing?”

Sihtric only looked at you, at the way you bled before the guard swung at your stomach. Your body convulsed at the pain as you hung. Sihtric had to look away.

The two of you had remained silent as he tried to break you. You prayed Uhtred was near.

“Well I’m sure we could apply a little more fuel to the flame shall we?” The Scot turned to the glowing fire, pulling a poker from the hearth. The metal stick shone bright amber as he turned your way. You pulled at the binds around your hands but a guard behind you held you still as the man stood closer, bringing the boiling rod toward your face.

“You okay?” Sihtic’s sweet voice startled you. His hand cupped your own. The skin of your palms was raw and angry from you holding tight to the binds before.

He was just about to press it into your skin when the other guard behind him stepped back in Sihtrics way. The Dane kicked forward and shoved the man into the Scotsman. The two stumbled and as they did you kicked back, knocking them to the floor. With the men distracted, Sihtric pulled up against the rope and unhooked himself from the beam in a swift display of strength. He went for the men. As the Scottish guard rose, you wrapped your legs around him and took the second to mimic Sihtric, landing less gracefully as you did but flipping the guard with you. Sihtric took two of the men and you picked up to fire poker in your bound hands as you swung for the Scott. Embers flew as the metal smashed into his face knocking him out cold. Sihtic met you with a knife as he cut through the rope around your hands.

“I’m-” Gods above the way he looked at you melted your heart. Did he usually look at you like this? “I’m fine. Thank you”

As if realizing what he was doing, Sihtric dropped your hands and cleared his throat.

“Come on, let's go get Finan and find Aelfwynn”

You followed behind.

You snuck down dark hallways and around open doors throughout the keep in search of Finan or Uhtred.

“Didn’t know being your wife would offend you so much” You whispered as you stood side by side waiting for a guard to pass through a door. Sihtric was close to you and you felt his breath against your neck as he spoke lowly.

“I wasn’t offended at his suggestion of you being my wife” You both twisted under a stairwell. “I was offended at the way that man was too close to you”

You shoved him against the wall as two men walked down the stairs above you. You both waited for them to pass when you spoke once more -

“Like we are now?”

Sihtrics hand was on your hip holding you still as you lent into the shadows with him.

“Exactly. Except I would prefer other circumstances for you to be against me like this”

You studied his face, the way his eyes stared you down. Testing the waters?

“Since when?”

Sihtric scoffed. He ducked under the stairs and led you further into the keep where you saw them take Finan. Men carrying troves of silver barged down the hallway and it was now Sihtric’s turn to pull you into a shadow.

“Always.”

The men had left but you remained pressed against his chest.

“Always? You avoid me as if I were the plague and you Finan”

He seemed at war with himself before he sighed.

“I avoid you because you make me feel weak”

“Excuse me?”

He smirked at your scoff.

“Odin above, I’ve been in love with you since we met and the way I feel about you, how you make my stomach flip and my heart warms scares me. You make me feel like a mortal man. I’d drop my blade if only you said the word and it terrifies me”

“You-” You stuttered “-you ignored me for the first few months when we met”

“I was intimidated by you. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

You tried not to laugh as he looked panicked.

“You love me?”

His fingers brushed away a stray curl against your face.

“Since the moment I saw you”

You smacked his chest hard.

“Gods you’re an idiot, Sihtric. I’ve loved you since I don’t know when”

“You have?-” He mouth formed a smirk as his hands found their way around your waist. “-You do?”

You lent into him, you lips just brushing against his before you whispered into him-

“If we make it out alive, I’ll kill you for being so stupid”

“It’s okay guys-” You jumped in your skin as Finan appeared from the doorway looking out of breath “-I’ll just get myself out while you two hump against the wall”

He went to shut you up with his mouth when a hushed voice broke beside you.

The two of you pulled away quickly to follow him up the stairs. The three of you bumped into Hild as you spotted Uhtred and you tried to slow your heart as the five of you looked down from the shadows of the mezzanine onto the great hall The Scottish King, Aethelhelm and Aetheard.

You all spotted Aelfwynn from across the hall on the other side. Uhtred told you and Hild to collect her and take her to safety as the three men would continue on to attempt to find a way to stop Edward from advancing outside the keep walls. You nodded silently and went to move when Sihtric’s hand stopped your own. You froze as he leant forward and captured your lips in his, his forehead leaning against yours as you both pulled away. A silent good luck. You didn’t need to say anything else as you followed Hild but you heard a small scuffle and turned back to see Uhtred and Finan playfully shove Sihtric with smiles on their faces.

“Finally” Uhtred huffed out.

#sihtirc x reader #sihtric kjartanson #Sihtric #the last kingdom

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footprintsinthesxnd · 4 years ago

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Friends to Lovers

So this was a request for the very talented @lauwrite1225 Lau I hope you enjoy it.

A/N: I’m sorry it’s so long. I ad fun writing this so I hope it doesn’t suck.

Pairings: Finan x Reader

Warnings: smut

Prompt: Friends to Lovers from @tlkfanficfest

You had been travelling for 5 days and nights to reach Cookham. You had all wanted to stop and rest but your Lord, Uhtred, had wanted to get there as soon as possible to see his family. His wife, Gisela, who was a good friend of yours had recently given birth and Uhtred was desperate to see them.

You had been travelling with Uhtred and his companions for several years now after they had rescued you from Danes raiding the village in Mercia where you had lived. You had been with them ever since.

To begin with you hadn’t trust his men, always fearing the worst could happen, but you soon grew to trust them and you were now all great friends.

Uhtred was like a protective older brother, always looking out for you. Sihtric was your partner in crime, you two were always causing trouble. Osferth was your greatest friend and you loved him to bits. And lastly Finan. The man of your dreams. The love of your life. The man with the foulest mouth in Cookham that you couldn’t live without. You were besotted with him even with his constant flirting and sexual innuendos and yet you blew him off.

Hild, the abbess and a great friend of the Coccham Crew had told you that playing hard to get only lasted so long and eventually Finan would loose interest. Of course you didn’t want that, you wanted to be with him, and yet you couldn’t commit yourself to him. You didn’t have a fear of commitment as such but you were afraid. Afraid of rejection, of having your heart broken, Finan was known for being a womaniser so would you just another game to him? Another women for the night and that would be it. Your heart couldn’t take it and so you acted uninterested despite his to woo you endeavour.

However, your feelings for Finan were not a secret, Osferth being your closest friend soon found out but swore not to tell anyone and you knew he wouldn’t, you trusted the baby monk with your life. Uhtred and Sihtric on the other hand were a different story, they constantly pestered you about Finan, trying to get you to confess but you never would. You couldn’t. Could you?

You could see Cookham in the distance and smiled. “We’re nearly home Osferth.”

“Oh thank the Lord.” Osferth sighed. “I don’t think I’m ever going to be able to walk again.” I giggled helplessly, watching as he leaned from side to side trying to relieve some discomfort.

“Its because you haven’t humped enough women Osferth!” And there it was, the loud, foul mouthed Irish accent you loved so much. “I’ve humped so many women I could ride a horse for miles no trouble. You be got no stamina Baby Monk.”

Sihtric snorted from the back of the group and Uhtred smirked. Osferth had gone bright red, as his eyes shifted uncomfortably. I glared at Finan as he gave me a shit-eating grin.

“It’s alright Osferth just because you have standards, Finan would hump anything that moved.” This bought more sniggering amongst the group.

“Now hang on a minute.” Finan cried.

But before he could continue you changed the subject. “Last one home has to muck out the horses for a month.” You shouted, kicking your horse forward and galloping off down the hill, the wind blowing through you hair. You could hear shouts from the men behind you but you didn’t turn round, you were going to win this race.

You were waiting for what seemed like forever for the others to join you by the stables. First there was Sihtric, then Uhtred and Osferth came in neck and neck, barley stopping in time to not run you over. Lastly there was Finan, you could tell before he even made it to you that he was pissed. The others had already put their horses in the stables and had headed off to the Ale House, while Uhtred went to Gisela.

You waited for Finan.

“Well I think it’s easy to tell who lost that one.” You laughed.

Finan didn’t say anything. He dismounted and lead his horse towards an empty stall.

Now Finan was always the loudest person in Cookham and to have him silent was a shock.

You stepped forward slightly. “Are we a bit of a sore loser Finan.” Still nothing. “Finan?” You went to touch his arm gently but he pulled away glaring.

“Finan what’s wrong?”

You we’re now face to face with him and you could see the hurt in his eyes. What had happened.

“Finan please talk to me.” You rubbed both his arms, looking into his deep, brown, soulful eyes.

Finan took a deep breath. “It doesn’t matter. Don’t worry your pretty little head about it. Go join the others at the Ale House I’ll join you shortly.” He turned his attention to his horse and left you stood there stunned.

Whatever was wrong with Finan it was serious you retreated reluctantly and headed straight to the Ale House.

As soon as you entered the Ale House you spotted Sihtric and Osferth sat at your usual table. Slamming your hands onto the table, you startled the two men.

“What’s wrong with Finan.” You demanded, looking them dead in the eye. Osferth fiddled awkwardly with his hands while Sihtric avoided eye contact. “Seriously guys what’s wrong.”

Still nothing. “Fine then I’ll find out myself.” You turned to leave but Uhtred was stood behind you blocking your exit. “Lord.” You greeted him, “ I hope Gisela is well. Please tell her I will visit her and the baby soon.” You smiled before moving passed him to leave. Before you reached the door of the Ale House Uhtred grabbed your arm and pulled you back towards the table.

“He loves you (y/n).”

You stood there stunned, starring at him like he had just said something stupid.

“What!”

“Finan’s in love with you (y/n). He has been for a long time.” Uhtred stated, looking you in the eye.

You froze. “Are you drunk already Lord?” You asked laughing nervously.

“(Y/n) this is serious.”

But... but what about all those other women, you know of his reputation. I... I love him but I can’t have my heart broken with some one night stand. I can’t do that Uhtred.”

You were close to tears at this point and Uhtred pulled you into a hug.

“Finan is a good man (y/n) and he loves you more than anything else. I’ve seen the way he looks at you, I know how he feels. I feel the same way about Gisela.”

“You mean everything to him (y/n).” Osferth chimes in and Sihtirc nodded in agreement.

You looked helplessly between the men. “I’ve hurt him haven’t I? What I said early I was so cruel. I didn’t think. I need to tell him I’m sorry. I need to tell him the truth we can’t continue like this.”

Uhtred sighed, “he doesn’t like the thought that you view him as a womaniser (y/n) that’s all. Between you and me Finan has never had to work to get a woman before, normally they fall at his feet. But that’s why he loves you because your different. Now go out there.” He said pushing you towards the door, “and go get your man.”

Laughing you turned to face them. “Thank you. All of you.” You turned to leave the Ale House but stopped. “Where will Finan be?” You asked worried.

“I’m sure he’s still sulking in the stable after losing to a women.” Sihtric laughed.

“Right.” You grinned, “thank you.”

You sprinted out into the street. By now the rain has started to pour down and you were soaked within minuets but you didn’t care, you were finally going to tell him.

You were finally going to admit your feelings to him.

You reached the stables and looked around aimlessly. Where was he?

“FINAN! FINAN!” You shouted. The stables were empty except from the horses and there was no sign of him.

You became frantic shouting his name. Where was he? Had he left? Had you hurt him so badly with your comment that he left Cookham? Had you stayed level headed like you normally were you would have realised that Finan had just gone to grab his cloak and was now stood behind you, looking dumbfounded with his cloak still in his hand.

“(Y/n)?”

You turned round. “Finan!” You cried running into him, sobbing.

“God (y/n) what’s wrong. Hey... hey talked to me. What’s wrong? What happened? What did they do to you, I’ll kill them!” Finan growled thinking the worst, his hands became fists as he went ridged. “(Y/n) please talked to me what’s wrong?”

You sniffed, mumbling incoherently. “I... I ... I’m ... so...sorry...F..F...Finan. I’m sorry for what I said I never realised how you felt. With your constant flirting and teasing I didn’t realise. I’m sorry.”

“(Y/n) what are you talking about.” He asked looking awkwardly at you.

You took a deep breath. “I love you Finan. I’ve always loved you but I couldn’t stand to have my heart broken. I didn’t want to be just another women who spent a night with you. I want to be with you forever.”

“Oh (y/n). God I didn’t know. I never wanted to have this sort of reputation. All those women they could never compare to you. No one could compare to you (y/n).” He stroked his hand down you wet face and you smiled looking down at your feet.

“I’m so sorry (y/n). Your the only women I ever want to be with.”

“I love you Finan. I want you. I’ve always wanted you. I...” before you could continue Finan had crashed his lips into yours. The kiss was heated and full of love. You had wanted this since you had met each other and finally it was happening. And you couldn’t get enough of each other. Your arms were around his neck, hands running through his wet hair. His hands roamed your body and his tongue fought for dominance.

You both pulled away breathless. “I want you Finan. I really want you.” I whispered, pulling at his shirt.

“Don’t. Don’t say it if you don’t mean it (y/n).” Finan said, averting his eyes from your gaze.

“Finan.” You pulled his face towards you again and kissed him softly. “I want you.”

Within seconds, Finan had picked you up. You wrapped your legs around him as he backed you towards the stable. As your back hit the wall you began to remove each other’s clothes as fast as possible. You were breathing rapidly as Finan began to kiss along your jawline and down your neck. Sucking and biting at the sweet spot he had discovered. You moaned uncontrollably, mumbling his name. This only encourage Finan’s attack on your body. Hands roaming down your sides, he pulled at the bottom of your undershirt. He looked at you then, as if he was begging for your answer. Before he could open his mouth you grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled it over your head.

“I have been waiting for years for you to take me like this Finan. I’m not waiting any longer. “

He gave you his signature devilish grin.

“Your wish is my command, Lady.”

Finan dipped his head down, taking your nipple between his teeth and tugging at it gently. You groaned, leaning your head back against the stable wall. His tongue circled your right nipple repeatedly, while he pinch the other between his finger and thumb, pulling at it roughly.

“Finan please.” You cried but he continued teasing your nipples. “Finan.” You all but sobbed. “Please!”

“Please what my Lady, I need to hear you say it.”

“Please. Please Finan... I need... I need you.” You cried.

At that Finan began to kiss jaw again, then your neck, then your breasts... then lower.

He kissed down your stomach as his hands ran up and down the outside of your thighs. He pushed your thighs open a little, stroking the smooth flesh gently.

“Touch me Finan. Please touch me.” You begged, becoming agitated by his teasing.

“You’ve teased me so much over the years (y/n)”. Finan grinned up at you. “Now it’s time for a little payback.”

And with that his head was between you legs, kissing you, tasting you, loving you. You gasped at the contact and your hips jerked a little, causing Finan to smile. His teasing continued as he began to suck vigorously on the bundle of nerves between your legs. Your hand shot into his hair, tugging at it, causing Finan to groan against you. Vibrations went through your body, nearly brining you to the edge.

At that Finan rose from between your legs, you whimpered helplessly. He pulled you close to his bare chest, kissing you deeply. Finan lifted you slowly before slowing lowering you too the bed of hay beneath you. Finan was above you then kissing you passionately, his hands caressing the side of your body. You opened your mouth slightly and he slipped his tongue in. Within minutes you were both moaning uncontrollably into each other’s mouths. You could feel Finan’s hard length brush against you through his trousers. You reach down, your hand brushing against it. Finan pulled away from the kiss groaning. You took this opportunity to slip your hand into his trousers palming him lightly. Finan buried his head into your neck breathing heavily. “God women if you carry on like this I’ll come before we’ve even began.” He groaned.

You laughed, squeezing his length gently.

Finan growled, sitting up and unlacing his trousers at lightening speed. He pulled his length free and you gasped. His size was impressive and you began to wonder how he would fit.

Finan noticed your apprehension and smiled softly at you, leaning down and brushing a strand of hair away from your face.

“I promise I’ll be gentle. I want to make love to you. I want this to be enjoyable for both of us. I never want to cause you pain (y/n). Never.” Finan kissed your cheek softly.

“I love you too Finan. I’m ready. I want you.”

Finan kissed you again, as he moved his hand down your body. His fingers teased your entrance before pushing one finger inside you. God did that feel good, his finger moving back, hitting places you didn’t even know existed. You mumbled aimlessly as his finger bought you to a new high. Finan added another finger, stretching you wider, sending waves of pleasure through you.

“Finan.” You breathed and that smile was on his face again, that damn cocky smile.

“Does that feel good my love?”

“Yes... God yes Finan.” You cried. The coil in your stomach was becoming tighter and tighter as you reached new heights. You couldn’t hold on much longer. “Please...please... Oh Finan.”

“That’s it (y/n) come for me. Come for me (y/n).”

And with that you came undone, panting heavily. His name a prayer on your lips.

Finan kissed you lovingly but there was a hunger in his lust blown eyes. He needed release.

You hooked your legs around him and rolled the two of you over so you were on top, straddling him. You lifted yourself up before sliding down on him. You say there for a moment, adjusting to his size, before beginning to move, slowly at first but soon picking up the pace. Your hips circled his as he thrust into you. Finan’s hands gripped your hips like a vice and the sound of love making filled the empty stable.

After a while Finan slowed turning the pair of you so you were on your back, as he set a erratic pace. You gripped his shoulders tightly as his hips slapped against yours. His fingers dug into your hips as you scrapped your nails violently down his back, both of you engulfed in pleasure.

“I... can’t... hold on... much longer.” You panted between each thrusts.

At that Finan became a mad man slamming into you over and over until you cried out his name as you reached your peak. He followed soon after spilling his seed inside you. You were both left panting and slick with sweat but utterly satisfied.

Once you had both come down from your high Finan pulled out of you, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you (y/n). I love you so much.” He kissed you lovingly.

“I love you too Finan.” You smiled, running your fingers through his dark hair.

He lay down next to you, pulling you close to his chest and throwing his cloak over the pair of you.

“This is just how I imagined it.” He wisphered into your hair.

“What spending a night in a stable in the rain, you have a strange imagination.” You laughed and Finan grumbled.

“You know what I mean woman.” He sighed.

“I do Finan.” You said turning to face him. “I’ve thought of this moment since we first met.”

Finan smiled at that and kissed you again. “This was meant to be, it’s like fate. I’ve always felt a connection to you.”

“What’s that thing that Uhtred always says.” You laughed. “Destiny is all.”

Finan laughed too, running his hand through his hair.

“You are definitely my destiny (y/n)”

You both lay there gazing at each other, sharing the comfort from the others embrace, until you both fell asleep.

The next morning Osferth went to tend to the horses and found you both wrapped in each other’s embrace led under a blanket in the hay. He sprinted out of the stable to the great hall where Uhtred and Sihtric were talking.

“Hey guys. You owe me some money!”

He exclaimed.

“What?!” The two men looked confused.

“Finan and (y/n) in the stables. I told you they would. Now pay up I never win a bet.”

The two men grumbled as they handed the money over to Osferth. For a week whenever they say Osferth he had a smug grin on his face. After that no one ever bet against Osferth.

#the last kingdom #finan #finan x reader #uhtred #osferth #sihtric #tlk #tlkfanficfest

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solinarimoon · 2 years ago

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This is important.

I totally forgot about the audio time limit on TikTok, made this long as edit, spent more time and out more effort into it then I'm willing to admit to make it, and now I have no where to post it but here... please this is my baby show it some love.

This show has rewired my brain at this point, it's a fucking masterpiece. unlike a lot of shows, not only does it condemn toxic masculinity, but it is chock full of positive, soft, masculinity. men are able to be both soft and gentle and kind, while also being warriors. men are able to cry, seeker each others touch, react to trauma, and still be the men that lead the front line. they support women (threaten to kill any man who so much as looks at a woman wrong, see women as their equals, fully support women in power), are capable of rearing children, and still be idiots.

the importance of touch and intimacy between men in this show did something to my soul. they touch each other for comfort, for camaraderie, for support, for love. they hold each other when they fall, they give each other attention simply for the sake of showing their affection.

also Sihtric and Finan have their own little section because they're very special to me. I'm a die hard mama bear Finan truther, and K know for a fact he practically raised Sihtric all over again after his shit show of a childhood. he always gave Sihtric a person to look to, someone to fall back on, someone he always knew would come back for him. he copies him, acting as a little shadow (I especially love the aspect of Finan, a Christian, helping Sihtric, a pagan, find his faith, or at the very least, giving him someone to mirror in terms of prayer and omens). they have my heart and soul.

#ok #I’m ok #I’m fine over this #lies - this is exactly what TLK does right #and this edit is simply a masterpiece #the last kingdom #tlk #uhtred ragnarsson #uhtred of bebbanburg #finan #finan tlk #tlk finan #finan the agile #sihtric #Osferth #sihtirc kjartanson

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artemiseamoon · 3 years ago

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Congratulations on your milestone!!(even if didn't reached yet!🤭)🎉🎉🎉🎉

Can I request 2. Visiting a haunted house17. “No way. I am not going in there.” + Sihtric with a girl plus size reader and very much fluff!!!!��😊

Thank you and congratulations again!!!!🧡🧡🧡🧡

I’m very happy to write this for you 💕 I hope you enjoy @flowers-in-your-hayr

The Haunted House

Modern! Sihtric x plus size f reader

Words: 384

Warnings: none | Credit to gif owners

Part of my Autumn Prompt challenge

An: Oh my first The Last Kingdom! Looks like Sihtric leads my new writing adventure.

You felt like you stepped into a time machine, one transporting you back to some old 1940s horror film. The only thing missing was Bela Lugosi or Boris Karloff ascending from the ominous fog.

Any haunted house you’ve ever been to was cheesy, but this looks like the real deal. You swallow, feeling a little hesitant now. You could handle a cheesy haunted house. Maybe you bit off more than you could chew this time.

You glance back at your boyfriend. Sihtric looks like he’s seen a ghost; his skin is pale and those beautiful eyes of his are wide open.

An uncomfortable laugh rises in his throat, Sihtric makes eye contact with you. “No way. I am not going in there.”

You move close to him and take his hand in yours, “I’m not going to lie. This place might be really scary but I still want to go. I mean, you are a warrior. I think you can handle it. And if I get too scared, you can save me and take me away.”

The little grin lingering on his lips tells you that you have him right where you want him. He would be going into the house with you. After a playful roll of the eyes, he wraps his free hand around your waist and pulls you close to him.

His grin turns into a full smile. “Anything for my viking queen.”

As the words left his lips, you notice that look returns to his eyes. You always loved the way Sihtirc looked at you, but he was utterly mesmerized tonight. He told you more than once how he loved the way your voluptuous figure filled out the viking era dress. He even playfully but truthfully suggested you two make this a thing and keep the outfits handy. It was a shared sentiment, Sihtic was gorgeous and viking era attire made him down right dreamy.

Sihtic kisses your forehead, “I’ll protect you.”

“I feel safer already.” You smile.

With heart eyes, you watch your viking unhook the shield from his back and hold it in his right hand before extending his left elbow toward you. You loop your arm through and walk side by side to the front doors of the old Victorian house.

New! The Last Kingdom (to my taglist and writing list)

Other completed works from this celebration

More plus f reader specific works

Soon! More the last kingdom

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Sihtic: @solinarimoon @nobodys-business-world @charming-merlin

TLK general: @naaladareia @flowers-in-your-hayr @plantandbookwhore (can’t tag you) @iwantadecentblogname (if you only want tags for specific characters, let me know)

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#sihtric #the last kingdom #haunted house au #artes autumn prompt celebration #sihtric tlk #sihtric x f reader #sihtric x plus f reader

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artemiseamoon · 3 years ago

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Riders on the Storm

Violet ( ofc) x Ragnarsons x Sihtric | Guest this chapter: Luna ( F reader, minor side character)

Chapter 2: One of Us

Read chapter 1 here | Next: chapter 3

Words: 1,798 | Credit to GIF creators

Warnings: drinking, mirco dosing of blood, blood drinking, deception, of course NEVER drink something that you don’t know what it is, ever, blacking out

AN: I will return to WIPS and request soon. I'm enjoying my experience with this little fic right now. This chapter we have a brief appearance by a character that can be a reader as well, this is mainly an OFC fic, so the f reader (Luna) will just show up sometimes. Luna is written pretty loosely (any race, any body type) so you can let your imagination run wild.

1 hour or so later

Standing infront of the altar of burning candles, Violet presses her fingers to her lips as she gazes into the dancing flames. This was a strange place indeed, a strange place during an even stranger night.

“This is weird, isn’t it?” Sihtirc stands next to her.

“Yeah, but, would you believe me if I said I’ve seen weirder?” She playfully nudges him with her elbow, “think of this times 10, that's the underground scene in New York.”

“Big city girl. No fears.” Sihtric grins, looking ahead at the candles.

“Hmmm,” Violet glances back over her shoulder as the brothers sit around a large table talking and laughing among themselves, “how rich are they? I mean, this place is massive.” She whispers.

“The Lothbroks own a bunch of properties, back in the day their father was a big deal. Rumor has it, “ Sihtirc leans in closer, “their mother is some kind of witch.”

Violet parts her lips to speak but stops as someone stands behind her.

“She is a witch, “ Ivar confirms, resting one hand on her shoulder, the other on Sihtrics, “come, join us.”

The three of them walk over to the table. Sihtirc and Violet take the last two seats, sitting beside eachother.

Ubbe retrieves a large vintage bottle from the counter and brings it over. He exchanges a knowing look with his brothers before sliding it towards Sihtirc and Violet.

“This is a place for warriors, are you a warrior?” He focuses on Sihtirc, resting his palms flat against the table.

Sihtric laughs, “are you serious? Is there a battle to be had?”

Ubbe doesn’t answer right away. A glimmer of amusement dances in his eyes, “One should always be prepared.”

Without realizing it, Sihtric tilts his body closer to Ubbe and the mysterious bottle. Raising his brow, he looks past Ubbe, catching Ivars gaze.

Ivar continues to stare, unblinking, “Drink some. Be one of us Sihtirc.”

Sihtric makes a witty comment under his breath before grabbing the bottle. Ivar, Sigurd, and Hvitserk move closer, watching like hawks as they start to chant his name.

“Sihtric. Sihtric, Sihtric!”

Ubbe remains still, a stone expression on his face. Sihtric brings the bottle to his lips, closing his eyes as the liquid meets his tongue. The flavor is spicy, rich, invigorating.

Violet feels her pulse racing as the energy in the room buzzes with electricity. She inches closer to Sihtric, placing a hand on his arm.

“How is it?” She asks softly.

Sihtric lowers the bottle, his brows coming together as he tries to describe it. He turns to look her in the eyes, “its…” he smiles, “like nothing I’ve ever tasted before…” he trails off, everything seems brighter. Her brown eyes and long lashes lull him like a spell.

“In a good or bad way?” Violet asks.

“Good. Definitely good.” He nods, looking around the room.

Hvitserk sits on the table, “your turn Violet.”

She shakes her head no, raising her hands in the air, “I’ve had enough to drink I think. Hard to believe two left me so buzzed, but, to be fair it's been a while.”

“You’re telling me a city girl can't handle one more drink?” Hvitserk teases.

Her attention is briefly broken as Sihtric stands. Seeming amused, he moves around the room touching things.

“Well - “ Violet stops as Ubbe shifts her chair. Ubbe leans into her space, hovering, his blue eyes burning into her.

“Just a little. Join us.”

Violet was torn.

The sensible part of her brain knew she should have stayed home. But, the wild part of her, the part of her that was hungry for excitement and something other than life throwing one shitty thing at them after another for 6 months wanted to escape, to lose herself in something for a while.

“Okay,” Violet takes the bottle from Ubbe who doesnt budge, he stays close, “just a little.”

A proud grin lingers on his lips as he stands, Ubbe crosses his arms while starting down at her. “Good girl.”

Excitement dances through Violet's viens as she brings the bottle to her lips. Same as with Sihtric, the brothers chant her name, it starts low and rises higher and higher.

When the liquid hits her tongue it's like nothing she's ever tasted before, she can't even compare it to anything. Violet's taste buds instantly come alive and the slugish heavy feeling inside of her, the ones she's been carrying for months suddenly lifts, leaving her feeling lighter, more alive, even giddy when she stops drinking.

Wiping her lips, Violet giggles, “Whoa, what is this?” She holds the bottle up, observing it.

“Magic.” Ubbe replies before taking the bottle from her, he takes a swig. Just as he’s about to say something else they hear a door open, the sound capturing everyones attention.

A woman walks through the threshold, a record in one hand and bag in the other.

“Sorry I’m late.” Luna walks further into the room. She (you) hands the record to Sigurd who looks at it approvingly before being pulled into a big hug by Hvitserk.

Ubbe turns back to Violet, “now that everyones here, let’s bring this party outside.”

Half an hour later

Violet joins Sihtric at the fire; he seems thypnotized by the skulls in the fire. Behind them, the brothers, Kia the brunette, and Luna dance and laugh as music plays from the living room. The speakers are turned up loud enough to hear the music in the yard.

Feeling carefree and light, Violet rests her head against Sihtrics shoulder. He raises his arm and gently touches the side of her face.

“So much for one sip,” she jokes, “I’ve lost track of how much I’ve had.”

“Me too,” Sihtric turns his head a little to make eye contact, “this is the most fun I’ve had in months.”

She smiles, seeing the sincerity in his eyes, “ Me too. Even if it means hanging out with weird rich kids.” They both laugh. Sihtric wraps his arm around her, hugging her close. Violet relaxes against Sihtric until the next song plays, it's one of her favorites.

“Oh! I have to dance, I love this song. Dance with me?” She sits up, taking his hand in hers.

“I don’t dance, “ he grins, “but you, should enjoy yourself.”

Violet pouts, slowly pulling away from his embrace. “Fine,.But you owe me a dance at some point.” She stands and joins the rest of the group.

...

A few songs later, the brothers grow restless and suggest a bike ride. They drive out to the middle of nowhere, riding fast under the light of the moon. Violet holds on to Sihtirc tightly as the night air wips across their skin.

After the ride, they drive out to an old bridge and park the bikes. Hvitserk and Luna walk arm and arm, making eachother laugh. Kia and Sigurd are farther back, also having their own conversation. Ubbe and Ivar walk a short distance from eachother, both in their own worlds.

Violet looks up at the sky, the stars feel almost too intense to look at. She stops in her tracks, jaw falling open as she stares in wonder. “We’re so small, you know. Just dots in an infinite universe.”

“Do you mean we are nothing?” Sihtric asks, looping his arm around hers.

“I don’t know, maybe.” She looks at him, “are we?”

Ubbe joins the conversation, walking on the other side of her, “Maybe we are. Or, perhaps, we are everything.” His charming grin captures her attention.

“We are gods!” Ivar yells. “That's what we are.”

“Gods?” Sihtric stares off, thinking about the possibility.

“Well, in that case,” Violet stands on her toes and kisses Sihtrics cheek, then Ubbes, “gods we are.”

(fade out as they walk on the bridge)

The next day - Sihtric

Waking with a groan, Sihtric rolls over on his side, burying his face in the pillow.

Leaning into the doorframe, his mom shakes her head, “I was about to check if you were breathing.”

His head was pounding and the room felt too bright. Sihtric glances back at her before burying his head back into the pillow, “what time is it?”

“2. PM.” She walks farther into the room and stops at the window, pulling the curtains open.

“No, please. Leave it closed,” Sihtric reaches over to the night stand and fumbles around until he grabs his sunglasses.

His mother chuckles, “what are you a vampire now? So, party animal, you crawled back in here at 5 am.”

Sihtric sits up, slouches back against the headboard, “I did?”

She nods and sits on the end of the bed. “Hangover aside, can I still count on you tonight?” She asks.

He exhales sharply and closes his eyes, “What’s tonight?”

She huffs and crosses her arms, “My date. You need to watch your brother.”

The sound of the wood floor creaking catches Sihtrics attention, he looks toward the door, his brother soon entering.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” Erik insists.

Giorgia smiles at her youngest son, “ you do. It’s settled.” She stands. “I need to go into town, there’s food in the fridge. I’ll be back in an hour.”

As she leaves the room, Erik grabs something from Sihtrics table and throws it at him.

“All right, out.” Sihtric jumps out of the bed and pushes his brother out of the room.

Later that night

Sihtric sits at the table, sliding the glass of water over to Violet.

“Thanks for coming over. I’m missing some pieces from last night.”

Her eyes grow wide as she matches his body language, “me too! Last thing I remember was the bridge.”

A loud honk comes from outside and his mom rushes into the room. Her cheeks are flushed, she’s nervous and excited.

“That's my date, “ she kissed the top of Sihtrics head, “be good. Nice to meet you Violet.”

Violet smiles, “ you too.”

Someone knocks at the door.

“Shit. Can you tell him one minute? I forgot something.” Giorgia rushes upstairs.

Sihtric goes to the front door. He opens it, revealing a man on the otherside with striking blue eyes, eyes similar to Ubbes eyes.

A small grin dances on the man's lips, “you must be the eldest son.”

Sihtric looks him over, trying to get a read on him. Though he never met him before, there was a weird familiarity.

“Sorry,” his mother races past him. She changed her dress. “Ragnar this is my son Sihtric, Sihtric this is Ragnar.”

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#Vikings au #tlk #modern sihtric #the ragnarsons #Ragnar Vikings #fic: riders of the storm #the lost boys au #vampire fic #supernatural vikings

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artemiseamoon · 3 years ago

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Riders of the Storm

Chapter 3: Howl of the wolf

Read: chapter 1 | chapter 2 | general fic info

Violet ( ofc) x Ragnarsons x Sihtric

Words:1,839 | credit to gif creators

⚠️ warnings: supernatural temptation, sexual understones, mentions of missing persons and past out of control behaviors

This chapter: Violet feels the mysterious pull of a strong force and grows closer to Sihtric and one of the Ragnarssons.

Waking with a moan, Violet falls back into the mattress, breathing heavily. She wipes the sweat off her forehead and opens her eyes.

Feeling overheated, she kicks the sheet off her body and sits up.

Violet

Her heart was pounding in her chest, a layer of sweat on her skin, a dizzy feeling washing over her.

Violet

She hears her name a third time. Something in the distance beckons her, like a magnet. Crawling out of bed, she goes over to the window and rests her hands on the edge. Closing her eyes, she lets the cool breeze hit her skin, giving her temporary relief.

A rustling in the trees breaks her calm moment. Violet opens her eyes and scans the landscape as nervousness rises in her. After a moment, she tries to calm herself. “Vi, you’re being paranoid.”

Just as she steps away from the window, she hears her name a fourth time. Rushing back, she narrows her eyes until she catches two glowing eyes staring back at her. Violet freezes in place, holding her breath as a wolf reveals itself, stepping into view. Its ice blue eyes glow against the night sky and its stark white fur.

With trembling hands, Violet wipes the sweat off her forehead. Fear and arousal mixing in her body creating a weird shaky feeling.

“I’m not seeing you. This isn’t real.” She tries to reassure herself, unsuccessfully.

The wolf sits, a calm radiating from it as it stares back at her. Violet feels the pull, like an invisible cord ties her and the wolf together. Everything inside of her wants to go outside, but she fights it, she fights the urge.

Shutting the window, she quickly closes the curtains and steps away. Not realizing it right away, she starts to bite her nails as she makes her way over to the phone. Sitting at the desk, she picks up the phone then glances at the clock.

“It’s almost 4 in the morning Violet,” she hangs up the phone and turns the computer on instead. The energy from outside still calls her, seduces her. Opening up the chat, Violet sends Sihtric a message.

Violet: Are you awake?

She sits back and waits. They were both night owls and even more so since that night at the Ragnarssons' house. There was a chance Sihtric was up and if so, she needed to talk to him. A couple of minutes pass before he answers.

Sihtirc: I couldn’t sleep. Seems you can’t either.

Violet: Not really. Can we talk in person?

Sihtric: Are you okay?

Violet: I don’t know

Sihtric: I’m coming over

Violet: Be careful, I think something is outside my house. Come around back. I’ll let you in.

15 minutes later

Violet closes the door carefully as Sihtric enters the room.

“Outside is clear.” He whispers.

“Thank you,” she sits on the bed, he does too, “I just...weird things are happening. I don’t know how to describe it or what it even means. Something is up with this town.”

Sihtric listens closely, waiting a moment before he responds, “I always suspected as much. The missing persons fliers everywhere, fucking weird.”

Violet presses her hands into her thighs, her mind is racing.

“Have you been feeling weird? Since that night, as fun as it was, it feels like something inside of me is changing.”

Sihtric can see the worry in her eyes, trying to soothe her he places a hand over hers.

“Me too. I’ve mostly lost my appetite but I have all this energy. My eyes,” he pauses as she inches closer, paying very close attention to his words, “my vision is... i think i can see in the dark now.”

“Yes!” She raises her voice then quickly lowers it again, “ sorry. I just - I thought I was going crazy. That drink, maybe there was some kind of halluingenic in it.”

“The other night I swear I was floating up from my bed, I was in suspension.”

“Okay, well whatever that is, as good as it tastes, we,” she points to him then herself, “we can’t and won't drink anymore of it, okay? Just stick to classics like unadventerous newbies.”

Sihtric smiles, she does too.

“Deal.”

She continues, “It would make sense. If we’re still tripping, of course everything is off. Shit, I swore I saw a wolf in the yard tonight.”

Sihtric raises his brows, “a wolf?”

“Yeah,” she shakes her head, “thanks for coming over. I know it's late and we technically just met so emergency contacting you is proberly weird.”

Sihtics expression goes blank, “ it is. Its really fucking weird, “ then he smiles, “No, I’m joking. It’s fine.”

Relieved, Violet rests her free hand again against her chest. “Good, I believed you for a second. I do need to attempt to sleep though, I have an afternoon shift.”

Sihtric motions over to the pillows, “ I can leave once you fall asleep. Sneak back out before your dad sees me.”

“Or,” Violet moves her hand from under his and climbs into the covers, “you could stay, try to get some sleep too. Only if you want of course.”

A warm smile animates lips, reaching up to his eyes. “I’ll stay.”

“Good.” Violet settles into her spot and rests her head on the pillow. Sihtric stands and walks over to the small couch across the room. She watches him with a smile, “We could share the bed silly.”

Sihtric turns around, returning to the bed and kicks his shoes off. Even with all the high energy he had, there was an undercurrent of exhaustion. Maybe a little sleep wouldn’t hurt. Sihtric lays on the bed stiffly beside her, eyes focused on the ceiling.

Violet gently laughs, he turns his head to look at her. “What?”

“Feels like we're teens right? Laying in bed, we have to be quiet because my dads downstairs.”

“Yeah it does.” He replies candidly.

Violet yawns, resting a hand on Sihtrics arm before closing her eyes.

“Let yourself relax, sweet dreams.”

Sihtric watches silently as Violet difts off to sleep. That expansive feeling in his chest whenever he was near her growing, flowing through his entire body.

Taking a deep breath, Sihtric exhales and lets his body relax against the mattress.

That Morning

After waking from a brief but deep sleep, Violet invites Sihtric to stay for a late breakfast. She introduces him to her family and they share a meal together. After eating, she helps her father in the kitchen cleaning up.

Victor wipes the plate with a rag and places it on the drying rack, “I thought we were past the sneaking in boys phase at this point.”

Violet playfully rolls her eyes at him, “I had a nightmare so I asked him to come over. He slept on the couch.”

Victor gives her that i dont believe you look before commenting further, “Henri likes him.”

Violet puts the cup down and peaks into the living room. Henri plays a board game with Sihtric, who also seems to be enjoying himself.

“Yeah, he does.” Violet smiles to herself and briefly returns to the kitchen to hug her dad. “I have to get ready for work.”

When the hug breaks, Victor leans back against the counter and crosses his arms.

“You coming home tonight?”

Violet stops in the doorway, looking back at him, “Of course, why wouldnt I?”

“The other night.”

“Time just got away from me, that's all. I will be home and if there's a change of plans I'll call, I promise.” She tries to reassure him.

He father remains still, not saying anything at first.

Victor lowers his voice, “I just want to make sure we don’t end up where we were 6 months ago.”

Despite his concern, Violet can't help but feel slightly upset. She crosses her arms.

“It wasn’t easy being stuck in the middle you know. You and mom. It was like being 13 again when you almost divorced the first time. I’m an adult and you two made me feel like…” she drifts off before starting again, “I was just coping. Badly, i know but...i’m not going to lose control.”

Victor clears his throat and comes over to her, pulling her into another hug.

“I just worry, okay. I’m sorry.”

Violet hugs him back, briefly soaking up how safe she feels in her fathers arms before pulling away to get ready for work.

Sihtric offers to drive her into town and they leave together.

That Afternoon

Work is uneventful aside from some minor annoyances. Everything sounds louder than usual, every scent stronger than before. Violet makes a playflist of her favorite songs to make the day pass by easier.

In the middle of the shift, Hvitserk stops by with lunch.

“If my boss saw you, she’d lose her shit. You know you guys arent allowed in here.”

Hvitserk shugs and jumps up on the counter, sitting to her left. He puts the bag down.

Violet laughs, “lucky you shes gone for a few hours.”

“It's not even me she has an issue with, it's Ivar.” Hvitserk opens the bag and pulls out a sandwich.

“Why Ivar?” Violet leans over the counter, looking up at him.

Hvitserk chuckles before taking a bite of his sandwich, “ because he’s the worse one.”

“Hmm,” she stands up again. Hvitserk pulls the second sandwich out, handing it to her. “And your dad, where is he?”

“Around, showed back up today like nothing ever happened.” He takes another bite of his sandwich, continuing to speak casually.

Violet unwraps the sandwich. “Your mom?”

“Travelling.”

Violet lowers the sandwich to observe him. Hvitserk pulls the black hoodie off his head and continues to eat.

Curiosity gets the best of her, “Why’d you visit me today?”

He shrugs, looking over at her innocently, “Figured you were hungry.” Violet thanks him with her eyes before returning to the sandwich.

A few hours later

Arriving at the front door, Violet retrives her keys from her pocket and looks up at Sihtric. He takes a step closer to her.

Violet drops her gaze for a moment as the butterflies in her stomach flutter. When she glances back at him, Sihtric is already watching her. When caught, he looks away before re-estabilishing eye contact.

Sihtric leans forward, warmth in his tone as he speaks, “ if you see that wolf again, you know who to call.”

Violet gazes at him with a soft expression. “I will.”

Sihtric takes a reluctant step back, “sleep well.”

“You too.” Violet turns toward the door and holds up the key, hesitating.

Lowering the keys, she turns around to catch another glimpse of him. Sihtric quickly closes the space between their bodies, pulling Violet into a kiss.

Sihtic places his hand on her neck, under her hair as she rests her palms on his shoulders. Violet slides her hand down his chest as he draws her closer, deeping the kiss.

Next - soon

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#fic: riders of the storm #vikings au #the last kingdom au #the ragnarssons #sihtric #ofc #the lost boys au #supernatural vikings #Hvitserk

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