#skade x reader

[witchthewriter]

hii! would you be willing to write for Skade too? she's a wlw icon to me lmao and she deserves more fanfics just like tlk itself <33

Oh my god yes! I would 100% write for Skade. She was actually terrifying and I loved her so much.

[whitedarkmoonflower]

The Curse

Pairing: Sihtric x Skade

Authors note: this story is for you my dear @alexagirlie and @thenameswinter99 I know Skade is not the most popular character and there probably won't be many readers to this fic but I loved her and I think she deserved better. So this is my attempt at giving her a happy ending.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, fluff, angst, mention of blood, curses, canon death of a character

Summary: as Uhtred's path crosses with the mighty seer Skade, there is only one way to break the pattern of violence and only one man capable of doing it as the power of love appears stronger than the power of hate

Word Count: 6,8 K 🙈 (I know, I'm sorry)

It was not the chill of the evening air, nor the fresh and cool breeze teasingly brushing its cold fingers against her skin, that made her shudder. She wouldn’t show it anyway. With fists clenched and nails digging into her flesh, her gaze lashed the group of men down the stairs, burning with hatred like a whip striking bare skin. 

It was that daunting feeling of utter helplessness, of being tossed and turned by the currents of fate, allowed only a sharp, desperate gasp that seared her aching lungs before being dragged back under the water, that made her stomach clench and her inner core tremble like a candle flame wavering in a draft. But not a muscle shuddered in her pale, sharply defined, beautiful face framed by an unruly swirl of blond hair. 

Once again, she was being betrayed and traded, passed from hand to hand like a mere commodity, a piece of silver exchanged for another's safety. In a different life, the naive girl she once was would have cried, bargained for her life and safety, begged not to be given away.

But that Skade no longer existed. She had drowned long ago in a sea of despairing tears, her grave dug by the greed and power-lust of men who saw her as nothing more than a plaything to fulfil their desires, a potion to quench their thirst for influence, a weapon to be used in their conquest for dominion. That small, trusting part of her died, killed by false promises and the realisation that there was no goodness left in those around her.

There had been times when she cursed her gift, praying to the gods to take it back, to release her from its crushing power. She had blamed it for her fate, for the darkness that trailed her, ripping away those she loved and leaving her alone and aching. But that was before. Before she surrendered and accepted the part of herself she had once despised. From the grave of her suffering, a new Skade was born – a proud creature of darkness, leaving a trail of pain and blood in her wake, destined to test those foolish enough to assume power over her, and to punish without remorse those who failed, and she had embraced that destiny fully. 

Heasten's ugly smirk and greedy, narrow eyes seemed to undress her with their gaze alone, making every hair on her body stand on end as she raised her head to meet the eyes of the men who dared treat her as a piece of merchandise.

The bearded Irishman's deep brown eyes looked back somewhat sheepishly, as if understanding the absurdity of the bargain struck moments ago. With her head held high, she turned to the young Dane standing on the other side of her.

His cautious mismatched gaze had puzzled her from the very beginning. She had been sure he despised her, anger flickering in the depths of those two pools, as he yanked her hands behind her back and put a gag on her mouth in an attempt to silence her. A coward, she had silently dubbed him. And yet it had been him who brought her fur and a bowl of hot stew on that first night in the dungeon. Why? What did he want from her? What hidden plan lurked behind those large, expressive eyes? What drove him? A yearning for power? Greed? Jealousy?

The annoying sound of the shutters creaking in the wind mixed with desperate cries of some lonely crow, slicing through the insidious calmness of the dark, added another layer of eeriness to the nightly scene. Sihtric could feel Skade’s frame trembling, though she tried to suppress it, to not show it, her words flowing from her full, sensual lips with the certainty of a queen. Yet he perceived it – that hidden inner quiver, the uneven shimmering of her misty breath in the air, her darting eyes like those of a trapped animal, her clenched fists betraying the facade. 

Uhtred and his ingenious plans - it was not the first time his lord's peculiar notions of honour and loyalty had brought them perilously close to the great gates of Valhalla. Sihtric did not mind, for it was part of the warrior's path he had willingly chosen when swearing his oath. He would have preferred to fight, to cleave through the Danes, painting the mud beneath his feet with their warm, thick blood. But the choice was made, and the bargain was struck although it didn’t feel right for him. 

Skade’s hair tickled Sihtric’s cheek, a fleeting feeling of unexpected softness alerting his already sharpened senses, as she turned her head, voice steady and laced with disdain, addressing Uhtred. 

“And you are cursed once more, Uhtred of Bebbanburg and you will wither.”

She was a danger, a venomous snake, her poison deadlier than the sharpest blade, seeping into the minds and souls of those who dared cross her path, twisting their thoughts, corrupting their very essence and bringing out the worst in men. A bringer of madness, a harbinger of chaos – those who underestimated her did so at their own peril. And yet, beneath the all consuming fire in those dazzling blue eyes, there was something fragile, a flicker of vulnerability that captured and didn’t let go of him. 

From the moment he first saw her, curses dripping from her lips, Sihtric felt an inexplicable urge to envelop her in the warmth of his embrace, offering a refuge from the darkness that had consumed her soul for too long.

Yet she wanted none of his comfort, her mind fixated on Uhtred from the instant their eyes met. She was a test sent by the gods, Sihtric was certain, and Uhtred was failing it spectacularly.

Skade turned, her burning gaze forcing Sihtric to meet her eyes, and for a fleeting moment  the world around him faded into an incoherent blur of sounds and images. "Cowards," her smirk seemed to challenge, or perhaps seek reassurance.

Sihtric longed to speak, but the words froze on his lips, the silent promise in his warm gaze swallowed by the night's darkness. She wanted none of his promises, yet he made one silently to himself - he would find her.

The old wooden steps creaked an eerie, mocking laugh as Skade took her first step down towards Heasten and his men. Unhurried yet unwavering, each measured stride carried her towards her new master and an altered fate, her steady gait betraying the admirable strength of will hidden beneath that fragile and slender frame. 

Heasten's extended hand remained frozen in midair, stopped by Skade's icy gaze, as she turned one last time towards the men standing on the top of the stairs. It was that last glance that remained burned into Sihtric’s mind - a warning, a challenge, an unspoken plea all mixed in one single flash of searing vulnerability. For the briefest of moments, her defiant mask slipped, offering him a glimpse of the fragile heart she guarded so fiercely, pleading for someone to finally see the woman beneath the iron shell.

"Sihtric, tell me this. Does Uhtred want me dead?" Skade's voice carried over the crackling fireplace, all eyes suddenly fixing on him.

A chill crept up his spine as he replied, "He's undecided. Can't make up his mind whether to hump you or kill you." The nonchalance in his voice sounded forced even to his own ears. It was the way she looked at him, suspicion sparking in her eyes. Though he may have fooled the men, blinded by ambition and rivalry, he had a feeling neither Brida nor Skade believed him completely. Yet neither woman had spoken against him either.

The atmosphere in the whole camp was more than peculiar, the air was charged with distrust and feuding. The gazes of drunken youngsters, drowning their concerns and boredom in ale, spoke of uncertainty and eagerness for something to happen, while the spirit between the older warriors ranged between cautious and openly disapproving. Ragnar's death had left the Danes completely rudderless, crushing their fighting spirit. And the pathetic pissing contest between Heasten, and Bloodhair only made things only worse.

“And what about you?” Skade continued, her scrutinising gaze not letting go of him. 

“What about me?” Sihtric tried to pretend clueless.

“Do you want to hump me or kill me?” 

Under the weight of all eyes awaiting his answer, the gentle roar of the fire seemed deafening to Sihtric's ears.

The flickering patterns of light and shadow danced over Skade’s face, making her look like some creature from an old legend. A small burst of sparks erupted from the fresh log as it slowly became engulfed in the blaze, dancing around her like small fading stars. 

She is like the fire itself, Sihtric thought, beautiful yet dangerous. Just as the flames could bring warmth and life or rage with destructive force, so too did she radiate a bewitching power that could either ignite a man's deepest passions or reduce him to ashes.

"Would you believe me if I said neither?" Sihtric raised his gaze from the flames to meet hers.

A mocking laugh escaped Skade's lips as disbelief gave way to a strange mix of surprise and puzzlement, her eyes locked with his unwavering stare. 

The young warrior was a mystery for her. Men were usually so transparent, easy to read and manipulate, but not him. What had she missed? And why was he here? That warm light dancing in his mismatched eyes whenever she caught his hidden glances - what did it mean? Time would tell. Few emotions drove men in this life, and sooner or later, the pretty boy would show his teeth and bare his true, ugly soul. Of that, she was certain, but her interest was piqued nonetheless.

The rhythmic sound of whetstone gliding over metal was always soothing to Sihtric, helping him gather his thoughts. So engrossed was he in the process that he almost didn't notice the tent flaps flutter open, only raising his head when a shadow obscured the candlelight.

"What the hell..." Sihtric jumped to his feet, sword pointing at the intruder who had snuck up on him, only to be met by the grinning stare of two incredibly blue, deep eyes.

"I came to see if you spoke true today by the fire," Skade's voice was barely above a whisper as she stepped closer, tilting her head back to let the blade graze her exposed skin. Sihtric remained motionless, muscles taut, his eyes tracing her every movement.

"Go on then, do it," she mocked, challenge dancing in the depths of her gaze. "Or perhaps you'd prefer to bed me?" With the tip of her finger, Skade slowly pushed the sword aside and began circling him like a predator stalking prey. "You crave me, I can see it. What are you waiting for? Claim me, if you dare."

Hips swinging, with deliberate slowness she placed one foot before the other as she drew nearer, teasingly biting on her index finger. The sweet fragrance of rose oil hit Sihtric’s nostrils, his breath hitching involuntary as his grip on the sword’s hilt loosened. Lowering the blade, he let it slip from his grasp to poke the ground.

"What do you want from me?" Sihtric’s voice came out all dry and gravelly.

“Tell me, what is it you desire?”  Skade purred, trailing her fingers up his chest to toy with the neckline of his armour. “Power? Wealth? Reputation? Do you wish to be the King of all Danes? Are you strong enough to own me?” her thumb brushed his lips as she looked up at him through the thickness of her lashes. 

“There is nothing I cannot give you, but you must choose your path now,” the strange gleam in Skade’s eyes was hypnotic, her voice a lullabying sough, washing against Sihtric’s heightened senses. For a second he forgot about everything – his mission, his lord, his oath, his friends – it all faded away, leaving just the two of them trapped in whatever spell she was weaving.

Was it the gentle whisper of the evening breeze against his skin, slipping through the half-closed tent flaps and extinguishing the flickering candles? Or was it that strange inner voice that had saved his life on the battlefield countless times, warning him of impending danger?  Sihtric couldn’t tell for certain, but a profound sense of presence enveloped him, an ineffable and tender force that broke through the veil of magic surrounding them and made him see her again  – that scared little girl who had looked at him from behind those guarded eyes on that first night in the dungeon when he brought her a blanket and a steaming bowl of stew. 

It had been just a fleeting glimpse, but he knew she was there, buried beneath layers of hatred and spite. This was the Skade he longed to pull closer, to embrace, to shield from the demons that haunted her. This was the Skade he reached out for as eyes radiating warmth he leaned in closer, and with a deep, rumbling sigh pressed his lips to hers. 

The kiss was achingly tender, his lips brushing against hers with the delicacy of a butterfly's wings. Sihtric's calloused fingers cradled her face with a featherlight touch, as if she were a fragile flower that might wither under firmer pressure. His mouth moved against hers in a slow, reverent dance, savouring every sensation without demanding or taking. It was a kiss born of pure affection, free of any desire to claim or possess.

Gradually, the kiss deepened, but the tenderness remained. Sihtric's tongue teased along the seam of Skade's lips, seeking entry, and when she parted them with a soft whimper, he tasted her fully – a sweet, intoxicating blend of innocence and longing. His kiss was worshipful, reverent, treating her like the most precious and delicate of treasures. It was the sweetest and breathtaking kiss that had ever touched Skade's lips, leaving her quenched and thirsting for more all at once.

A soft moan escaped her lips as Sihtric pulled away, his palm resting on her neck, and he tugged her back until their foreheads touched. "I don't want to possess you or demand anything from you," Sihtric murmured, slowly withdrawing himself from her space. "I'm not playing those games of yours. I simply want to know you, the real you." His tone was soft but resolute.

Skade tilted her head to the side, her large, inquisitive eyes scrutinising Sihtric's face, searching for deception, a trap, the real reason behind his withdrawal. The longer his gaze remained steady, locked with hers, the more she felt anger coil in the pit of her stomach. How dare he think he could understand her? How dare he reject her under the pretence of caring?  

A wry, mocking laugh tore from Skade's throat as her beautiful face contorted with fury, anger replacing the lingering warmth that had blossomed within her from Sihtric's kiss. He kept his distance, unmoving, and the icy rage of a spurned woman flooded her veins.

"You have chosen your path, Sihtric Kjartansson," the words left her mouth like arrows unleashed from a taut bowstring, meant to pierce and maim. "And you have chosen doom. You are cursed from this moment on, just as your former lord is cursed. Your life belongs to me now." Her voice grew louder, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, as she fought back tears—a crack in her defences she could not afford to reveal to anyone.

Sihtric's kiss had awakened something she thought long dead and buried—her hopes, her dreams of another life. A life where love's tender caresses might have a place. A life she had convinced herself she no longer wanted nor needed.

"What have I done to deserve your wrath?" Sihtric's simple question just intensified the fury burning within her.

"It's not about what you've done," Skade spat venomously, her voice quivering with shame and embarrassment. She couldn't admit, even to herself, the depth of the scars Sihtric's gentle kiss had reopened, scorching her soul and ravaging her heart. "It's about what you inevitably would do, what men always do. Traitors, cowards, cravens—you are either too weak to accept me or you use me for your purposes, only to discard me once the tide turns. No one has ever cared for me. Don’t pretend you do."

With those last, searing words, she whirled around and stormed out of the tent, fleeing Sihtric’s unblinking gaze.

Skade could barely recall how she stumbled back to her tent. Her vision blurred with tears she could no longer suppress, Skade collapsed to her knees, a soul-wrenching cry ripping through her. Her trembling fingers brushed against her lips, desperately trying to summon the memory of Sihtric's kiss—the tender touch of his mouth on hers, his uneven breath mingling with her own, the slight tremor in his fingers as they caressed her cheek, betraying his own nervousness. That feather-light, gentle touch had burned her to the very core, shattering the unyielding walls she had built around her heart, leaving her defenceless and raw.

Skade's chest heaved with sobs. She had convinced herself that she needed no one, that she was untouchable. Yet, here she was, brought to her knees by the simple, honest touch of a man who had dared to reach out to her. The gentle caress that had felt like a promise of something more now felt like a cruel reminder of what she could never have.

As the tears streamed down her face, she realised that the walls she had built were not just a defence against the world, but a prison that had kept her from feeling anything real. And now, with those walls in ruins, she was left to face the raw, aching truth of her loneliness and desire.

The clash of steel and the savage, earsplitting roars of the combatants filled the air, drawing an ever-growing crowd of spectators to the makeshift square at the camp's centre. The Norns, those inexorable weavers of fate, seemed to favour Bloodhair. With a deft manoeuvre, he disarmed Haesten, and the thunderous crash of Bloodhair's war axe against Haesten's splintering shield reverberated through the assembled throng.

At that very moment, as Bloodhair raised his axe to deliver the deathblow, the scales of destiny tipped with cruel inevitability. Sihtric's eyes locked onto the fearful, bewildered expression contorting Bloodhair's face. The mighty warrior's body seemed to betray him, refusing to obey his commands. Following Bloodhair's stricken gaze, Sihtric's eyes fell upon Skade.

With a beastly roar, Bloodhair swung his axe again, but realisation struck him like a dagger to the heart—the battle was inexplicably, irrevocably lost. He could do nothing but attempt to drag the source of his downfall into death with him. But Skade was faster.

Her knives shimmered in the air, winking maliciously before burying themselves in Bloodhair's flesh. Blood splattered Skade's hands in crimson droplets as she watched the warlord's body crumple to the ground and a satisfied smile curled her lips.

It was late when Sihtric finally returned to camp, having used the ensuing chaos to slip away unnoticed. He paused outside his tent, listening to the sounds of the encroaching night. It was quiet, even too quiet, the usual raucous laughter and drunken banter around the fire pits conspicuously absent. Bloodhair’s death so soon after Ragnar’s had hit the Danes hard again.

"They all want me dead," a voice greeted Sihtric from the corner of his tent, and even if he shuddered innerly, he didn’t dare to show it.

"I'm not surprised," he responded, slowly removing his heavy fur cloak and draping it over a bench. Turning, he faced Skade, sitting on the layer of furs that served as his bed, arms wrapped around her legs with knees pulled up and chin resting on them.

Sihtric lit a few candles, and their flickering light danced over Skade's face. He carefully approached her, stopping just before her small, crouched form on the ground, his well-built frame towering over her. Skade looked up at Sihtric, but quickly averted her gaze. Or did it merely appear that way? Had something truly changed in the way she regarded him?

Sihtric slowly crouched down before her. "Why did you do that?"

"Do what?" Defiance suddenly tainted Skade's voice.

"Why did you kill Bloodhair?"

"He wanted to kill me. Everybody saw that, he swung his axe at me." Sihtric could sense her body tensing again, the protective veil of anger and resentment clouding her beautiful blue eyes.

"I'm not judging you. I just want to know. You poisoned him, didn't you?" Sihtric was certain of his guess. There was no other rational explanation for what he had witnessed.

Slowly, he extended his hand, carefully brushing a strand of unruly hair behind her ear. Skade flinched at his touch, her breathing quickening, but she didn't attempt to avoid it as her gaze fell and fixated on the uneven ground before her feet.

"He deserved that," she finally spoke, her voice hoarse and lacking its usual mocking hardness.

Sihtric waited, keeping his eyes on Skade. The remarkable change in her demeanour both puzzled and filled him with hope. He didn't want to push her, but he couldn't shake the strange feeling that this was precisely what she had come for – to tell her side of the story.

Lowering himself to the ground, levelling with her, he began as the silence stretched, "You know I've never left Uhtred's service." He knew she didn't truly trust him, so offering her leverage might help. "You're too smart to believe that fairy tale of mine. Uhtred is here. He's come to claim you back, just as he promised."

Skade raised her head, eyes locking with Sihtric's for a fleeting moment before turning back to the ground, her gaze strangely empty.

"Winter was closing in," she said, her voice trembling as she tightened her arms around her knees, as if trying to hold herself together. "The harvest yielded little due to the unrelenting drought. Then the priests arrived with soldiers, taking half our meagre stores as tithes to the church and king. Father protested that as Danes we owed no dues to the church, but they would not listen. What remained could never nourish five hungry mouths."

Skade fell silent, but Sihtric patiently awaited her words.

"The slaver must have paid a hefty sum. At first, I didn't understand mom's reddened, tear-filled eyes when she pressed a small bundle of bread and cheese into my hands. It was my own father who took my hand and led me to that man, telling me to be a good girl and obey him. Only when father's hand opened to accept a weighty purse of silver did I grasp that this journey would never take me home again."

Sihtric rose to his knees and slowly crawled nearer until he settled on the furs beside Skade. He ached to enfold her in his arms, to draw her close, but hesitated, not knowing whether his solace was welcome.

"Can you...hold me?" Skade's whisper was barely audible, her gaze still fixed on the ground before her feet.

Cautiously, Sihtric slid his arms around her shoulders, pulling her slightly trembling form against him. To his surprise, she leaned into his embrace, resting her head against his chest as her eyes slipped closed.

"Is this alright?" he murmured, lips grazing her hair.

"Yes," she breathed out, the word a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

There was something so calming, so innocent and pure in the way he held her. His embrace, firm and unwavering,  grounded her, his heartbeat beneath her ear setting a new steady pace for her own racing heart. The warmth of his body gradually seeped into her chilled skin as the taut tension in her muscles yielded to a soothing lassitude.

"The next stop was a Danish settlement, where Bloodhair noticed me...and I was sold again." Skade's voice drifted away to a near-whisper. "It was there that I learned to curse each new dawn I awoke, not yet granted death's release. Half a year later, my first vision came," she continued. "I saw his brother and right hand crushed beneath a falling tree, so vividly, as if I were there. I told Bloodhair, but he only laughed. Three days later, a huge storm ambushed the scouting troop in the woods, and it transpired exactly as I had seen. I went to sleep as a pleasure slave and woke up as a seer."

Sihtric tightened his embrace, pulling her deeper into the protective circle of his arms. His calloused fingers began gently carding through her hair, stroking the unruly strands into soft waves.

With each soothing caress, he could feel the rigid tension slowly ebbing from her slight frame. Her breathing deepened and steadied against his chest and Skade melted further into his solid warmth.

Sihtric continued the tender ministrations, he mapped the contours of her face with feather-light trails of his fingertips - the delicate sweep of her brow, the curve of her cheekbone, the line of her jaw. Reverently, he smoothed away the worry lines etched around her eyes and mouth, as if he could wipe away the years of suffering with loving strokes.

"I'm scared, Sihtric," she said softly, her voice catching. "I have fulfilled my oath, I have revenged myself. The only purpose that kept driving me, that kept me alive, is gone."

Sihtric was silent for a long moment, holding her close as he gathered his thoughts. "There is so much more to this life than revenge," he murmured finally. "If only you would let me, I could show you. If only you could believe me, if only for a little while."

His motions slowed but did not cease, a silent promise to stay at her side for as long as she would allow. Sihtric planted a tender kiss to the crown of her head, then simply held her, letting the profound silence envelop them.

The solitary tree at the far end of the camp greeted them with outstretched branches like giant arms casting eerie shadows across the moonlit ground. Skade's gaze found him from afar - Uhtred, his broad frame leaning against the ancient trunk, waiting for her arrival.

She released Sihtric's hand, her steps measured and unhurried as ever. Yet she could not resist a backward glance, seeking reassurance in the tender warmth of his eyes. Something had indelibly shifted; her heart stuttered wildly in her breast, a hummingbird trapped behind bone.

Uhtred stepped towards her, one arm extending in mute invitation to draw her into his embrace. "I'm ready," he murmured, a wan smile ghosting across his lips though it failed to reach his eyes.

"I'm sorry..." Skade's voice emerged softened, lacking its usual steely edge. "But I'm not."

Bewilderment creased Uhtred's brow as his arm dropped limply to his side. "What do you mean?"

Meeting his stare unflinchingly, Skade replied with a melancholic smile, "You were never cursed, Uhtred of Bebbanburg. I wanted you to believe it, and like most men, you were easy to deceive." She shook her head slowly. "This is your life, shaped by your choices alone. You must learn to shoulder the weight of that responsibility, and it is no light load. It is always easier to blame others - a curse or the whims of gods."

Uhtred's face slowly contorted in rage. "You lied to me all this time?" he snarled, grabbing Skade's arm in a forceful grip and pulling her closer.

Sihtric watched the scene unfold with rising concern, jealousy coiling like a venomous snake around his pounding heart, sinking its fangs into vulnerable flesh. Had her vulnerability meant nothing? Was it merely a fleeting moment to be forgotten and cast aside at the first glimpse of a new prospect? 

Uhtred did not love her; he despised her, feared her - of that, Sihtric was certain. And yet there she stood, smiling up at the man, allowing herself to be drawn into his embrace. Sihtric's jaw clenched as he wrenched his gaze away, struggling to maintain an impassive front. 

"I merely told you what you wanted to hear, Lord," Skade said evenly, resolutely freeing her arm from Uhtred's grasp. "I'm sorry, but I have found a greater man to follow. Someone who does not fear who I am, someone who truly cares for me."

"Who? Haesten?" Uhtred's jaw went slack with disbelief that the woman he had risked everything to retrieve could choose someone as despicable over him.

"Sihtric, Lord," Skade corrected with a soft smile. She took a resolute step back, then another before turning to where Sihtric stood, chewing his lips bloody. His eyes widened as she approached, pausing before him to extend her arm. He could not help but reach out hastily, grasping her outstretched hand in his calloused palms and drawing her nearer.

"Show me," she said softly, averting her gaze in insecurity. "Please, show me that other life. Life beyond revenge and hurt."

Slowly, he reached up to tilt her chin towards him, thumb hovering over her lips as if struggling to believe the words that had left them.

"He is here! Uhtred is here!" A shout pierced the night's silence, and Sihtric's grip tightened around Skade's hand.

"Sihtric!" Uhtred's stern voice gave him pause.

"Lord, she is with me," Sihtric stated firmly, meeting his lord's gaze without a hint of hesitation as his hand cradled Skade's like the most precious treasure and in the next moment, they were propelled into frantic motion, running towards the boats.

The first rays of the rising sun streamed through the window, casting the small room in a tender glow of orange and blue. The bed's gentle creak elicited a soft giggle from Skade, the only sound breaking the serene silence that enveloped them.

Her head nestled on Sihtric’s bare chest, she listened to the rhythmic thumping of his heartbeat beneath her ear. Her fingers traced lazy circles over his abdomen, while his rough hand drew slow, deliberate patterns on her back, sending delightful shivers through her. Even if a horde of Danes were to storm into the room this very moment, she wouldn't notice; every fibre of her being was absorbed in the profound sense of peace.

Their forms pressed together, skin against skin, she welcomed the warmth of Sihtric’s body, letting it seep into her bones and dissolve any lingering chill.

“Am I still cursed?” Sihtric asked with a playful chuckle, his hand never pausing in its gentle caress of her back.

“You know you never were,” Skade replied, her voice dreamy and soft.

“But what if I don’t mind?” he teased. “What if I want my life to belong to you?” His tone grew serious, and Skade raised her head to meet his gaze. His eyes, one blue and one brown, held a warmth that had captivated her from the moment they first met.

Slowly, she draped her leg over his waist, encircling him with her thighs as she shifted to prop her head on her elbow. Sihtric reached for her other hand, bringing it to his lips to place tender kisses on her palm. The combination of his soft kisses and the gentle strokes of his fingers against her back filled her with a lightness that seemed to lift her soul.

The gentle sunlight grew warmer, and the room seemed to breathe with the slow rhythm of their embrace. Skade sighed contentedly, letting her head fall back onto Sihtric’s chest. 

“You make me forget there’s a world beyond these walls,” Sihtric murmured, his voice a soothing rumble that vibrated through his chest. He brushed a lock of hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear with a tenderness that made her heart ache.

“Maybe that’s because, right now, there is no world beyond these walls,” she whispered back, her eyes half-closed, basking in the feeling of his hand on her skin.

Skade leaned in, letting her tongue savour the salty tang of Sihtric’s skin. She grazed his waistline with soft, teasing kisses, her lips and teeth exploring the terrain of his body. She moved upward, her warm breath fanning over his skin as she kissed her way to his chest. The hot sensation of her firm tongue circling his nipple, followed by a gentle nibble, drew a sharp hiss from Sihtric. His fingers involuntarily dug deeper into her soft flesh, a mix of pleasure and need rippling through him.

Sihtric’s hands glided down her spine, over the curve of her buttocks, and along her upper thighs, their hold tightening as he pulled her on top of him, legs on each side of his body to straddle his lap. A soft yet needy moan escaped Skade’s lips, feeling his hardening cock pressing against her core.

Her fingers trailed up his chest with a delicate touch until her hands rested on his broad shoulders. She leaned in closer and ran her fingers through his hair, her touch as light as a whisper. 

Sihtric’s calloused fingertips grazed the skin of her arms, further up over her shoulders until his hand rested on her neck. He pulled her closer and his mouth claimed hers in a searing kiss. This wasn't the achingly tender caress from before that had melted her resistance and crumbled her walls of protection. This kiss was hungry, passionate, a clash of wills and wants. Sihtric's tongue delved past her parted lips, tasting her, claiming her. His large hands slid into her hair, angling her head as he deepened the kiss with a low groan rumbling from his chest.

Skade melted against him, her nails digging into his shoulders as if he were the only thing anchoring her. She met his passion with her own, teeth nipping at his lower lip, her tongue dancing with his in a heady duel, fanning the heat kindling in the pit of her belly to a searing flame. Wetness pooled between her legs, as her hardened nipples brushed against Sihtric’s chest.

Hesitantly, unwillingly their lips let go of each other, chests heaving, and she buried her face in the curve of Sihtric’s neck, teeth scraping his skin, nipping and sucking marks on his sensitive flesh, sending a delightful shiver through Sihtric’s body.

Sihtric let his hands wander down her spine, teasing sensual strokes tickling her skin before he gripped her hips and urged her down against his crotch. Low groan rumbled through him at the feeling of Skade’s hot and dripping core sliding over his length, covering it with her slick.

Skade’s slender fingers traced the lines of his face with her fingertips, memorising every curve, every angle. "I was so lost before I met you," she breathed, rolling her hips against his, a breathy moan leaving her lips as Sihtric’s cock brushed against her perl. "Wandering through life like a ghost, haunted by my past. But you... you brought me back to life."

Sihtric looked at her, a gleam in his mismatched eyes, his hands cupping her breasts, eliciting another moan from Skade as his lips wrapped around her nipple, suckling on it gently at first. She moaned loudly and, feeling her body responding, he sucked harder, breathing in the floral aroma of her skin mingled with the salty scent of sweat. 

Sihtric’s lips were warm and inviting, the pink of his tongue gliding teasingly over her nipples as he tasted her. Skade’s hips started to move faster, needy moans and hisses rolling over her lips. 

She trembled, feeling arousal and pleasure building up in her with each lap of Sihtric’s tongue, each move of her hips, brushing her sensitive bundle against Sihtric’s fully hard and weeping cock, coating it with her wetness.

Sihtric moaned in pleasure, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. He was burning with desire, but the last thing he wanted was for her to feel as if she didn’t have the choice but to give herself to him. He wanted it to be trully her decision. 

Skade felt her core starting to throb with a greedy need to feel him inside her. The way he surrendered himself to her touch, giving her the choice, letting her determine what will happen next, made her want him, desire clouding her mind, yet she hesitated, a strange fear lingering in the back of her mind, a remnant from her past.  

"I'm choosing you. All of you – the pain, the rage, the softness, the yearning. I want to know every part of you, if you'll let me," Sihtric’s voice was raw, thick with a mix of lust and longing. His eyes fluttered open, locking his gaze with Skade’s. “Will you let me? Will you have me?” he asked, the earnestness in his voice the final weight tipping the scales. 

Skade’s hand travelled down between them, aligning Sihtric’s cock with her cunt. A heavy sigh quivering in her chest she slowly sank down, taking in the whole length of him, savouring every inch of his thick and long cock filling and stretching her. They both moaned heavily as her hips met Sihtric’s, and he was finally fully sheathed within her. 

Sihtric remained still, his hands on her hips and his large, tender eyes studying Skade’s face. 

She felt her walls adjusting to Sihtric’s cock, embracing him and pulsing in arousal as she started to move. Sihtric groaned in pleasure, his hands grabbing tighter her hips. 

Palms pressed against Sihtric’s chest, Skade steadied herself, the grounding feeling of his warm and slightly sweaty skin filling her with a strange feeling of elation. She fastened her  movements, snapping her hips against his pelvis, and soon the air was filled with heavy whines and moans, rolling over their parted lips. 

Sihtric’s hands landed on her buttocks, holding them in a firm grip, as he started to thrust his hips up against her, his movements growing faster and deeper with each thrust as her back arched and her nails dug in Sihtric’s flesh, leaving marks in their wake. 

Skade didn’t expect her climax to build up so quickly, but there was no escape from the pleasure building up within her with increasing speed, her walls spasming and clenching stronger and stronger with each thrust, delight infiltrating every cell of her body. 

“Oh, Sihtric, I’m so close …” she whined, supporting herself by grabbing the edge of the headboard, her knuckles turning white from the restraint.

“Don’t fight against it, let it go. I got you,” Sihtric whispered.

“Oh gods,” a loud moan ripped through her trembling body as Sihtric licked his fingers and reached between them, placing his thumb at her sensitive perl and starting to move around it, putting just the right pressure to make her breath catch in her chest.

For the first time in her life, Skade felt ready and willing to let go, to surrender control and entrust herself to Sihtric’s gentle yet passionate touch. His hot, heavy breath teased her skin, leaving her trembling and aching with desire—craving more—more of his kisses, more of his heated touch, more of everything he had to give. 

Breath panting, she whined, as her eyes started to roll back in her head. 

“Good girl!” Sihtric praised her. “Cum for me. Let me show you the stars,” he whispered, watching as Skade rode him, bouncing wildly up and down on his cock, her last remnants of self control being washed away by the raspy sound of his voice.

Tears of raw happiness streamed down her flushed cheeks as she submitted herself to him wholly and completely, with no hesitation, no regret.

Skade came with a loud moan, her walls spasming around Sihtric’s cock and body shaking in waves of pure bliss, her climax sweeping her racing mind empty of all thoughts, all emotions apart from one. Love.

For the first time in her life, she felt truly loved, and it was beautiful. It was indescribable, like taking her first breath after a lifetime of suffocating.

Sihtric felt Skade’s walls spasming around him as he kept fucking her though her orgasm and after a few more thrusts he followed her, his groans filling the air as he spilled deep inside her, imprinting himself on her walls. 

Skade crushed against his chest, and Sihtric’s hands wrapped around her quivering body, pulling her tightly in his embrace as they both gasped for breath.

"I want to stay like this forever," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Sihtric smiled, a mixture of mischief and sincerity in his expression. "Forever is a long time," he said, his fingers trailing down her spine, sending a delightful shiver through her body. "But I would gladly spend every moment of it with you."

“Then your life is mine, future Lord of Dunholm, but your path is your own.”

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THE BETRAYAL

Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader

!!!DISCLAIMER!!!: English is not my native language and since i didn't watch the show in the original language and i have no idea about the difference between English/Irish accents like Finan's, i'll write using the classic english they teach in school lol. But you are free to correct me on it if you wish to. And i haven't read the books so i'll write my stories based on the show.

WARNINGS: this is a bit long i'm sorry. Based on s3ep6-7, angst + comfort fluff, established relationship, FEM!R but no use of Y/n, little platonic moments with Finan and Osferth because we love them<3.

Something wasn't right, you could sense it. You still didn't know what it was, but you had that bad feeling of anguish that was slowly sprouting in your heart.

Thanks to Edward and Alfred you had won the battle against Haesten, but there was no party atmosphere at Aethelfled's estate.

Everyone could feel the tension going around in your group and the cause was only one: Skade. Or at least, that's what Sihtric claimed. You all hated that witch, but the only one who still hadn't gotten rid of her was Uhtred. Because of that woman's curse you were all suffering: when Uhtred had fallen ill he had risked dying and even poor Osferth, despite having fought bravely, had been wounded in battle, but fortunately he had survived.

Sihtric and Finan wanted nothing more than to kill her, but Uhtred would listen to no reason. So the only thing you had to do was follow his orders, as you swore to him.

While Osferth rested in his room, you, Sihtric and Finan sat at a table. Sitting in front of you, Sihtric was eating with an unrelaxed expression on his face and you, worried for him, exchanged a look with Finan, who however raised his shoulders slightly, just as confused as you.

You swallowed the morsel in your mouth to reach out for his hand, before he could drink from his goblet. Sihtric looked up from his plate to you and you gave him a small smile.

"Is everything okay?"

Sihtric nodded slowly, squeezing your hand weakly.

"I'm just tired..." he only replied.

From the tone he had just used you understood that in addition to being tired he was also a little annoyed, but you didn't push the topic, not wanting to ruin the atmosphere which was already heavy.

Before you could say anything else, Uhtred entered the hall and came to sit with you, next to Sihtric.

"Where is Osferth?" he asked.

"He's sleeping" Finan replied. "As we all should do"

"I suppose we can't leave the witch with Haesten" you said, looking at your plate. "We have to go get her, don't we?"

"Again" Sihtric commented.

"We have to" Finan answered you and then looked at Uhtred. "As long as she is free you will be cursed"

"Skade is with the danes, i cannot get to her" your lord replied. "And we will not die for her"

"Death will find us regardless" commented Sihtric again, but this time giving Uhtred an annoyed look. You touched his foot from under the table, but he ignored you, still glaring at Uhtred.

"Do you want to tell me something Sihtric?" Uhtred retorted, equally unnerved by his attitude.

"No, he does not" Finan answered cautiously for him.

But Sihtric did not back down.

"Aren't too many men dead already?"

"Dying is a warrior's risk" Finan continued.

There was silence for a few seconds while you looked between the three men, hoping that the discussion had ended there.

"I will return to Ragnar" Uhtred then said. "I have to help him find peace"

"You will only find ghosts around his grave" Sihtric retorted once again.

"Sihtric stop it" you whispered and he looked at you for a split second, then looked away.

You weren't mad at him, you understood his point of view a little, but you didn't want him and Uhtred to get into an argument.

"Continue to protect Aethelfled and rest" Uhtred concluded and then stood up, while you and Finan nodded.

Uhtred headed for the door but before he could leave, Sihtric's voice rang through the hall.

"Those who serve Uhtred will not rest. Not while Skade is still free"

Uhtred stopped in his tracks, turning to look at him.

"Sihtric you're tired and you're drunk" Finan interjected again, trying to calm things down.

"Yes, i am tired" Sihtric replied, then turned to Uhtred. "Of marching from north to south, being called a traitor and not to being able to live my life in peace with my woman. And for what?"

Your heart sank when he glanced at you as he said the last words and you looked at him pityingly. Yes he was right, you too missed life in Wessex with your beloved Sihtric before Uhtred was banished and the affair with Skade had only made that whole situation worse than it already was. But you didn't even like the hatred that had arisen between him and Uhtred. Yours was a united group and you couldn't let that witch split it with her curses.

"Then leave" Uhtred replied, moving closer to him again.

"Uhtred, you truly don’t mean that" you murmured worriedly, but he ignored you, continuing to look at Sihtric.

"If you're unhappy then take your wife and leave"

Sihtric jumped up in anger and gave him a small shove backwards.

"I have fought for you!" he exclaimed.

Uhtred smirked. "You fight because you like it"

"You would let me go that easily?" Sihtric hissed.

You and Finan stood up to join them, placing yourself between them.

"Leave or stay, i do not care" Uhtred replied.

"Yes he does care, he's not serious. Now enough arguing, let us sit down" Finan said seriously, looking at them.

You took Sihtric's hand and although your touch and warmth were always enough to calm him, this time they had no effect.

"Leave or stay Sihtric Kjartansson, it's your choice" Uhtred continued, looking at him defiantly. "Make it"

Sihtric stared back, thinking for a couple of seconds about how to respond, until he tilted his head.

"Do you want to make a square Uhtred of Bebbanburg?" he asked menacingly.

"Both of you stop! Neither of you will fight" you interjected, placing your hands on Sihtric's shoulders and making him take a couple of steps back.

"There won't be any square, we. just. sleep." continued Finan. "Sleep"

Uhtred and Sihtric continued to look at each other and Finan sighed a curse, tired of the situation. Then he approached Sihtric.

"Take the prisoners to the pigs, tied up" he ordered, knowing it was best for him and Uhtred to remain separated.

Sihtric moved his gaze to your eyes as if he wanted to know your opinion and you looked at him seriously without saying anything, wanting him to understand that Finan was right. You all needed to sleep and put the fights behind you.

"Sihtric!" Uhtred's voice boomed once again and you all turned to look at him. "I will leave at dawn. But i will return... And if you are still here, i will kill you"

Your eyes widened, bringing a hand to your mouth and Sihtric stiffened. Uhtred said nothing else and turned to leave again.

"Uhtred please-" you tried to call out to him, taking a step towards him but he walked out and closed the door behind him.

You ran a hand over your face, feeling your eyes watering, but you stopped yourself from crying and turned to look at Sihtric.

Finan shook his head, looking at his friend with disappointed eyes.

"Why?" he just asked him.

But Sihtric didn't seem to be as sad and upset as you were, in fact he just got angrier at Uhtred's threat. With a wave of his arm he threw away the cup that was on the table, causing it to fall to the floor.

"He has cursed us all!" he exclaimed, looking at you and Finan, who sat back down at the table with his head in his hands.

Dagfinn, Haesten's companion whom you had taken prisoner, had witnessed the whole scene like the rest of the men and decided to interfere.

"She has cursed you" he commented, while he was busy eating with the other prisoners. "And Uhtred let her"

"Be quiet" you murmured.

"Leave him, it's your only chance" Dagfinn continued to Sihtric. "You are a dane first and foremost"

When Sihtric left the hall to take the prisoners to the pigsty, you watched him go heartbroken. There was no way in your mind that he and Uhtred had actually said those things to each other. I mean, you can understand sometimes not getting along and having different opinions, but Uhtred had threatened to kill him! How did you end up at this?

Someone placed a hand on your shoulder and when you turned you met Finan's pitying gaze.

"Are you okay sweetheart?" he asked thoughtfully and you nodded weakly.

"Do you think…" you murmured. "Do you think Uhtred was serious? Would he really kill Sihtric?"

Finan let out a small sigh, stroking your shoulder with his thumb. "Part of me doesn't want to believe it, but... We know what Uhtred is like"

"But Sihtric didn't do anything wrong" you replied worriedly. "Finan, it's not his fault it's Skade's fault. Why would Uhtred kill him? I understand that he was angry about what Sihtric said, but... B-But it's not fair!"

Finan hugged you, caressing your head and bringing it against his chest and you let yourself be lulled by his caresses. You loved Finan like he was your older brother, you protected each other and he had always been there for you in times of need, even when there were problems between you and Sihtric.

"I don't know what to do" you continued, your voice muffled by his clothes. "Would you really let Uhtred kill Sihtric? Would you let our group be destroyed in this horrible way because of the witch?"

Finan tilted his head to press a small kiss to your hair and then placed a hand on your cheek, pulling you away so he could look you in the eyes.

"Why don't you go and talk to Sihtric? You're the only one who can make him see some sense, little one, and we all know that. And when Uhtred returns we will clear up the situation once and for all. No one will kill anyone, i promise"

You nodded, closing your eyes to let out two lone tears and Finan wiped one away with his thumb.

"Thank you Finan" you said with a small smile. "We're lucky to have you here"

He smiled back and removed his hand from your face to let you walk away as he watched you walk out the door.

When you were about to reach the pigsty, you saw Sihtric walking in your direction, after he had finished binding the prisoners.

"Sihtric" you called him softly.

Sihtric froze and raised his head to look at you as you stood in front of him. You were both silent for a couple of seconds until you gave a small smile mixed with a grimace.

"You carry the smell of pigs with you" you said. "Unless it's the one of the danes'"

Sihtric smiled and then shook his head.

"Have you come to scold me?" he asked you and even if he didn't want to address you in a rude way, you clearly heard the bitterness in his tone of voice, probably because he was still angry with Uhtred.

"Oh no my love. No..." you replied immediately, shaking your head.

You reached both hands forward to take one of his and Sihtric relaxed, squeezing your hands back. 

"I just want to talk to you. I understand your point of view, i know you miss our life in Coccham and i miss it too, i really do" you said trying to reassure him. "But why did you talk to Uhtred like that? Why did you get so angry?"

"You ask me why?" he asked in turn. "You ask me why i was the only one among all to have the courage to rebel against him after he did nothing but use us for a whore who only made us suffer? Is that what you ask me?"

"Sihtric, he is our Lord. We have sworn loyalty to him-"

"No. His mind is cursed and he no longer thinks. That is not the man to whom i gave my axe, do you understand?" he retorted, placing his hands on your shoulders. "The Uhtred i know wouldn't have thrown me away like i was shit and wouldn't have threatened to kill me"

You shook your head again, placing your hands on his cheeks. "He didn't mean it, he would never kill you. Uhtred... I'm sure there's a reason behind his actions, you have to trust him, like we always have"

"Do you trust him? Do you still want to serve him? After everything we have done for him?"

You reluctantly nodded and Sihtric took a step back with a grimace.

"I should have expected that you would stay on his side and not mine"

Your eyes widened as you felt your heart skip a beat.

"What? Sihtric, no-"

"You would rather listen to the words of a cursed lord than those of your own husband"

"What are you saying? Why do you think that?" you asked, taking a step towards him.

"What would you do if i asked you to come with me?" he retorted.

You fell silent for a couple of seconds, not understanding his question.

"What do you mean?"

"I no longer want to follow Uhtred's orders. I can't stay here, i want to leave" 

"But... But where to? Sihtric i don't understand" 

"Anywhere but here. Uhtred doesn't want me so i'll leave"

"No. My dear please, you don't really mean it" you tried to say, but he nodded.

"Yes, i do. And i want you to choose once and for all" Sihtric said, moving closer to you again. "Me or Uhtred"

You shook your head, looking at him with teary, teary eyes.

"I can't. Please don't ask me to answer this"

"You can't or you don't want to?" Sihtric hissed through clenched teeth. "Don't you want to stay with your husband?"

You lowered your head, sniffling, scared. What did you have to do? Could you really choose between the man you loved and the one you swore loyalty to for life? Of course not. But by now Sihtric was blinded by rage. 

Sihtric looked at you with an almost disappointed look and took a couple of steps back. 

"Just as i thought. I can't trust anyone anymore. Only the Gods" he said, turning his back to you. 

Those words and the feeling that he wanted to leave forever pushed you to run to position yourself in front of him again, intent on making him reason for the last time.

"Sihtric, please listen to me. Listen to me my love" you said, looking intently into his eyes as he saw your pupils flutter. "I love you with all my heart, i trust you and you know i would follow you to the end of the world. But i also love Uhtred, the same way i love Finan and Osferth. I know you're angry, but you must not let that witch destroy everything our friendship has built" 

Sihtric let out a deep breath through his nose, remaining silent to listen to you and you took one of his hands, bringing it to your chest.

"Don't ask me to choose between you and Uhtred. I don't want to lose any of you. We're family" you murmured through tears, stroking the tattoos on his fingers. "Please. Stay with us and we will solve everything. Together" 

There were a few seconds of silence that were broken by the sound of someone walking nearby and the noises of the night. Then Sihtric sighed and leaned over to rest his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you against his body. 

"You're the only one who will always be able to convince me. And that's why i love you" he murmured against your skin.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his body and rubbing your cheek against the soft fur he was wearing.

"Glad to hear it"

The next morning you woke up with sunlight hitting your face. You reached out beside you, believing you could touch Sihtric's body and you were surprised when you felt his side of the bed empty. But you didn't worry too much, thinking that he was already with the others. You stood up and after getting dressed you went down to the hall to eat something, joining Finan and Osferth who were already sitting at the table with Aethelfled.

"Good morning" you said with a smile, not noticing the worried looks your companions exchanged.

The princess smiled at you, greeting you in return and you sat down in front of her, next to Finan.

"How are you Osferth? Are you feeling better?" you asked, turning to the young monk, who nodded slowly.

"Um, yes thank you. Much better than yesterday"

"That's good. Have you guys seen Sihtric? I thought he was with you" you asked then.

Finan put down the piece of bread he was chewing and looked into your eyes.

"Sweetheart" he called to you cautiously. "Sihtric is gone"

You looked at him in silence, your brain still busy registering his words. "What do you mean?"

"He left with the prisoners. This night" Osferth replied this time, sounding sad and disappointed at what your husband had done. "He betrayed us"

You looked between the two of them and Aethelfled who tried to give you a reassuring smile, but that wasn't enough to calm the doubts and confusion that were clouding your mind.

"What? It-It's impossible, no..." you replied, shaking your head. "Why he would betray us, i don't understand. I-I, i talked to him Finan, you know that, right? We talked, i told him we would help him and he told me he wouldn't leave. No, no..."

Finan looked at you with pity and you lowered your head, seeing a couple of tears that you didn't even realize you were shedding fall onto your plate.

"Why did he do it?" you murmured, sniffling.

You balled your hands into fists above your thighs and Finan leaned in to rub his palm on your shoulder, trying to comfort you. But now it was all useless. You trusted Sihtric and he had taken advantage of your moment of weakness to escape without even saying goodbye. You had lost your husband and your companions had lost a friend. And the pain caused by betrayal burned more than that of death in battle.

"Hey"

You lifted your head, seeing Osferth sit down next to you. Around you, Uhtred's men chatted and laughed among themselves, and Finan played dice with them. You were watching them in silence, happy that at least they were enjoying their stay at Aethelfled's estate.

"Are you okay?" he asked softly, looking at you with the usual worry lingering in his eyes.

You nodded, smiling slightly but didn't say anything. Your mind had been troubled since the day Sihtric left and you didn't know what to do or think anymore.

"How about we have a drink to relax?" continued the monk. "And we can also have our new slave serve us"

You stared at him confused by his words, but when you noticed Finan approaching you with two cups of beer that he handed you, you smiled amusedly. You and Osferth clashed your beers in a toast, while Finan leaned towards the window to look out. Osferth swallowed the drink he was taking to look at him.

"What is it?" he asked and you also turned to Finan.

"Better to say who it is" replied the other with a smile, and then moved away from the window and headed towards the door.

The doors flew open and Uhtred entered. You and Osferth stood up, also happy with his return, while Finan walked towards him.

"You're back" the Irishman said as he hugged him with a smile and Uhtred hugged him back.

"I'm back"

The two broke away and Uhtred placed a hand on Finan's shoulder.

"Sihtric?" he asked.

"He has left. A long time ago" Finan answered. "Along with the prisoners, Lord"

Uhtred nodded and after giving him a couple of pats on the shoulder he also noticed your and Osferth's presence.

"Osferth" he called, walking in your direction.

"Lord"

"You're still alive" Uhtred said in a teasing tone and Osferth smiled.

"Of course Lord"

The two hugged and then Uhtred turned to you, calling your name.

"I'm glad you're back, Lord" you murmured, moving closer to him. Uhtred gave you a smile that seemed more made out of pity and hugged you. You tightened your arms around his body and he caressed your back a couple of times, then pulled away and looked you in the eyes.

"I'm sorry about Sihtric" he murmured, though those near you could still hear him. "How are you?"

You shrugged with a sigh. "I can't say that i didn't suffer from his choice, like everyone else here. My heart is broken in half. But i try not to give in to the pain and move forward"

Uhtred nodded and in the meantime Aethelfled also joined you in the hall, having learned of Uhtred's return. And when their eyes met they smiled at each other.

Uhtred had to take Skade back. But entering the camp of the danes, who were more than two thousand men in the service of Cnut, Brida, Haesten and Bloodhair, was impossible, practically suicide. But Uhtred was no fool and you were proud to have sworn your sword to a man of his valor.

Luck, or fate and the Gods to some, came your way when you stopped at the village of Crugland, where the Mercians (or buttered bishops as Finan said) who lived there wanted to keep you trapped as bait for the danes. But after you had rid yourself of Aethelfled's traitors you went in the direction of the danes' camp, knowing that some of them would leave thanks to your diversion.

"Uhtred"

You rode your horse closer to Uhtred's, who was trotting at the head of the group and he turned to face you.

"I was thinking…" you murmured and he had no trouble hearing the tone of concern decorating your voice. "Do you think we will meet Sihtric when we enter the camp?"

"Very likely, because he knows i want Skade back" Uhtred nodded, then looked forward again.

You looked down at your horse's mane and tightened your grip on the bridle. You wanted to ask him something else but you didn't have the courage.

"You're afraid i'll kill him as soon as i see him, aren't you?" Uhtred asked you and you looked back at him with wide eyes. It was like he read your mind.

Uhtred let out a deep breath from his chest, as if he was still pondering something.

"Would you really do that?" you murmured. "Would you kill him?"

Uhtred smiled, turning to you.

"You still care about him, despite what he did"

You remained silent for a couple of seconds, thinking about what to answer him and you ran your tongue over your lips.

"When i fight in battle i always try to kill my enemies with the first blow, so as not to make them suffer. Because i don't wish the worst pain even on my greatest enemy. And Sihtric is no different. He is still my husband, but even if should our paths part forever, i will worry about him until i die"

"And tell me, would you defend him from my sword?" Uhtred asked you seriously and you looked at him in surprise. "You stayed with me and i appreciate that. But if he and i found ourselves face to face dueling, what would you do? Would you try to save him from his fate?"

His words caught you off guard and for the second time you found yourself with a dry mouth. Your heart beat faster knowing that Uhtred was right. You had to make a choice. A choice from which this time you couldn't back out. Sihtric or Uhtred?

"In all honesty i still don't know, Lord” you said. "I guess we'll find out about that once he's with us"

You looked back at the horizon, where the sun was slowly starting to set. Inside your brain there was a tornado of thoughts and doubts that never stopped. Uhtred, however, managed to keep himself from smiling.

There were a few hours left before darkness arrived and you, Uhtred and the others were hiding in the trees near the camp, waiting for the right moment to infiltrate.

"Someone is coming" Finan whispered, pulling out a dagger. Osferth remained kneeling at your feet, while you and Uhtred clasped your hands on the hilts of your swords, ready to attack.

"It's Sihtric" Osferth muttered and your eyes widened.

You felt your heart skip a beat and exchanged a look with Finan, while Uhtred took up his sword.

And Osferth was right. It was him, it was Sihtric.

When you saw your husband emerge from the branches your first instinct was to go to him, but Uhtred beat you to it and took a step towards him.

"Do you have something to tell me?" he asked menacingly. Sihtric looked him in the eyes and nodded.

"I do" he replied before drawing his sword and pointing it at your lord. "Yield to me"

You expected one of the two to attack the other and you weren't ready to know what you would had to do, who you would've defended. But much to your surprise and confusion, Uhtred raised his arms and let his sword slip from his hand. A second later, Sihtric planted his sword on the ground and approached Uhtred to embrace him. They both laughed, while you all looked at them in shock.

"You fooled us!" Osferth said with a surprised smile, reaching back to touch Finan's leg. "They fooled us! Why?"

Uhtred and Sihtric stepped away from each other, while the monk and Finan approached your husband. You, on the other hand, remained motionless on your spot and stared at him.

"You had to believe it for the others to believe it too" Uhtred replied.

"I knew it" said Finan to Sihtric.

"No, you did not. Was i good?" your husband replied with a smirk, then turning back to Uhtred.

"A little" said the other with a wave of his hand.

"I'm telling you i knew it" continued Finan and then hugged his friend, followed by Osferth who did the same.

At that moment you also decided to approach them and Sihtric finally laid his gaze on you. It was in that precise moment that you saw his mismatched eyes fill with joy and love, two completely different eyes than the ones full of anger he had on the night of the "betrayal". That was the Sihtric you could recognize.

"My love" he said with a relieved smile, stretching his arms out towards you.

You stepped towards him, but just before you could hug him you had a second of hesitation. You quickly looked over his shoulder at Finan and Osferth, who gave you two reassuring smiles and so you took them as signs to wrap your arms around your husband's body. When your cheek came to rest on his warm, fur-covered clothes, you let out a breath of relief from your nose as he pressed his hands on your hips to pull you towards him.

"I missed you" Sihtric murmured.

"I missed you too"

You felt his fingers caress your body as he tilted his head to press a kiss to your hair. You remained in that position for a few seconds and while he seemed to be calm, you felt a strange sensation begin to invade your body.

"I thought you were angry with me" Sihtric murmured with a chuckle, making the others smile as well.

At those words you suddenly detached yourself from his body and punched him on the arm, a gesture at which everyone's eyes widened, taken aback.

"Ow!" Sihtric exclaimed in surprise. "Why did you hit me?"

"Angry? You thought i was just angry with you??" you asked, frowning at him.

"Honey what-" he tried to ask you but you cut him off.

"Do you have any idea what i've been through, Sihtric Kjartansson?" you asked angrily again, pointing a finger at his chest. "Do you have any idea how i've felt these days, thinking you betrayed us? Thinking you hated us? Osferth, tell him"

Osferth jumped, not expecting to be involved, while Uhtred and Finan exchanged looks like two people enjoying a show.

"U-Um, you felt bad-"

"Bad, yes! That's how i felt!" you spoke in Osferth's place, continuing your speech. "I felt very bad, Sihtric. I wasn't just mad, i was also sad and so fucking disappointed. You left without saying anything and i thought you had lost faith in me"

You stepped back and turned your back to him, not wanting him to see how you were rubbing a hand over your eyes to keep the tears from coming out.

"I-I thought you didn't love me anymore, i thought... I thought i had lost you forever..."

Sihtric's gaze softened when he saw your shoulders move with small spasms in the throes of sobs and he slowly approached you. He placed his hands on your shoulders, making you turn towards him and you let him.

"My love, look at me" he said softly, placing both hands on your wet cheeks so he could look into your eyes.

Oh, how you missed feeling his palms on your face.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through this" he said, trying to wipe the tears from your cheeks. "I want you to know that i've thought about you day and night since i left. There were never any secrets between you and me and having to keep the truth of the plan hidden from you destroyed me. I felt so guilty for leaving you alone to suffer, believe me. I didn't mean a single word of what i said to you that night, i never doubted you and your loyalty. And i will never stop loving you. Never. Understood?"

You nodded and sniffled as Sihtric leaned in to give you a long kiss on the forehead, while thanks to his comforting words you felt all the doubts that had invaded your head dissolve like fog.

"Do you forgive me?" he asked when he pulled away from your skin.

What a stupid question, of course you forgave him, you already had. And how could you not when he was looking at you with that pleading look of a guilty man?

So you raised your hands to wrap them around his wrists and nodded once again, smiling heartily.

"Of course i forgive you"

Sihtric smiled back and without wasting time he attached his lips to yours. You both closed your eyes, enjoying that kiss that sealed the renewal of your love and that would never fade.

When you pulled away you punched him again on the other arm and he looked at you offended.

"And what was that for??" he asked with wide eyes.

You pointed a finger at him, then crossed your arms and looked at him with a fake serious look.

"You stupid. Play another jest like that on me and next time i'll be the one that leaves you. Am i clear?"

Sihtric nodded with an amused smile and the others chuckled too.

"Yes my Lady"

Then you turned to Uhtred.

"I'll punch you too later Uhtred" you said and he looked at you in surprise.

"Me? What did i do?"

"Well, i think that this ingenious plan wasn't just my husband's idea, right?"

And while Uhtred looked at you with an embarrassed smile, Sihtric, Finan and Osferth laughed.

off topic but I HATE WHEN PEOPLE SHIP SIHTRIC AND SKADE!!!!! LIKE, I'M SORRY DID WE WATCH THE SAME SHOW???

"ThE cHeMisTRy BeTwEeN tHeM wAs So sTRonG!"

GIRL BFFR🤡

I haven't read the books, but in the serie they only spoke like once or twice in all the season and she never showed any interest in him. And he fucking despised her!!! He was clearly scared of her and he just wanted to kill her, like everyone else!!

Is it just me??? Please, i can't be the only one who saw it.

[zaldritzosrose]

Rampion (Sihtric x Rapunzel!Reader)

Summary: Locked in a tower for years, having been coveted for your blessed beauty by the witch Skade. Never knowing the outside world, never knowing where you had come from. The walls of your tower were the only place you knew. Until your stranger, the unexpected hero, saved you and stole you away.

CW: MINORS DNI (it may be fluff, but it's my blog my rules), afab reader, she/her pronouns (referring to Skade), only reader description is of hair long enough to scale the tower, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of imprisonment, Skade being a deplorable human, mentions of thievery (Sihtric, naughty naughty), allusions to smut, mentions of magic and prophecy, references to Norse deities and practices.

Words: 4684

My darling girl, sunshine of my day @thenameswinter99 I am so sorry it took me so long to finish this. But I hope it's everything you wanted it to be. Maybe I'll even treat you to a part two, but I won't make you wait months this time!

The offering your mother made before you were born was supposed to be a blessing. Asking the goddess Freyja to bless you with grace and beauty to one day secure a safe and prosperous match that would benefit the kingdom.

It had done anything but.

You had grown up to be more beautiful than your mother could have ever dreamed. Men from all corners of Dane controlled land came to plead for your hand. Making promise after promise.

But men were not the only ones who coveted you. A witch named Skade, a woman hated and feared in equal measure by your people. She wanted your blessing, the favour the Freyja had showered on you before your birth. She wanted that for herself. In any way she could.

News of your beauty had travelled through clan after clan, some daring to say you were the most beautiful.

Skade could not risk losing you to some Dane earl or the like. Her only option? To take you for herself.

And she did.

You hadn’t seen the outside of the stone tower for as long as you could remember. You knew this hadn’t always been your life, but the memories were hazy. Like looking back at them through fog.

Skade had made you reliant solely on her. Never leaving the confines of the stone around you. The only way you saw the outside was through the large window, high enough to see through the trees and to the expanse of green land and small villages in the distance.

Maybe one of them was your real home? Maybe one of them held people who missed you? Or maybe Skade was right, the world was too dangerous for someone so blessed as you. That you were safer locked away than out and free.

You spent your time on numerous hobbies. Painting, sewing, reading, anything you could turn your hand to. Skade would always return to you with something new for you to do, be it paints, charcoals or books. You were never short of a distraction.

The tower was simple, a single room filled with everything you needed. A soft bed with numerous furs to keep you warm, a gift from Skade. Strewn around the room were the remnants of your hobbies. The most notable, however, was the vanity across from your bed.

Your pride and joy, over all your hobbies and creations, was your hair. The long braid that at times you would hang from the window of the tower. Skade had gained a habit of tugging gently on the end to alert you to her presence. The impressive braid scaled down the entire tower, thick enough to allow Skade to climb it without causing you any pain.

But you were desperate for more.

Anything that wasn’t the walls of stone, Skade’s voice that would at times irritate you. But you had nothing else. Where would you go if you could escape?

Sihtric was content. Life in Coccham was easy. The town thrived enough; Uhtred ruled fairly as its lord. He had always been an adventurer, a traveller. He enjoyed his home in Coccham, but he found it hard to remain in one place for long.

But there was a past time Sihtric kept well secret from even his friends. Since he was a child, he had a penchant for theft. Blending into these surroundings, becoming someone else. And gaining all he coveted as a result; be it jewels or women.

There were times he would disappear for days, even weeks on end. Always returning home, with a tale a numerous ‘gifts’ for his friends. None of them questioned it. They likely knew. They knew him well enough by now. But they also knew he would never stop. It was something ingrained within him. It was who Sihtric was.

Warrior. Dane. Thief.

It had been months since he had left Coccham. Nothing quite interesting enough to draw him away from his creature comforts, from his friends.

Until he heard of some travelling merchants, over the waters from France. Merchants always brought things of interest. Trinkets to steal. Women to seduce at times. He had stolen from French merchants before, their wares always varied and beautiful.

He listened out for word of their movements. When they neared Coccham, he prepared himself to leave. Slipping out as night fell so as not to raise more suspicion than necessary. People always noticed, but no one ever confronted him on it. His bag was packed simply. No more than his smaller weapons, food and changes of clothing.

His horse had been saddled the night before, a clue to his plans to anyone who paid attention. When the town was covered in darkness, he left, not planning to stop until he was at least a day’s ride from the merchant’s camp. It would give him time enough to plan his next move. And of course, to see what was worth stealing.

The ride was quick, which worked in Sihtric’s favour. He made his camp and waited. A day passed and he was more than ready.

And to his luck, the carts soon crossed the horizon. It was normal for merchants to make a night’s camp before entering a city or town, and these were no different. He watched them, counting the carts, counting the chests he knew would be filled with all kinds of treasures and trinkets.

Sihtric waited until dark, it was rare for merchants to guard their wares. Whether it was pride or naivety he did not know. But it always worked to his benefit. Once he could see each of them were asleep, he made his move. Practiced movements allowing him to enter their camp safely.

In his youth, he would have tried to take more than he could carry, risking detection in his greed. Now, he knew where the most precious items would be kept. Usually the chests with the most intricate locks and protection. But he was more than capable of breaking into such things.

Practice made perfect after all.

He was quick to pick the lock, hearing trained both on the sleeping merchants around him and the clicks needed for the lock to open. Slowly, he opened the chest and made quick work of searching for the most valuable of items.

Soon, he was satisfied. Returning the chest to closed and leaving the lock as if it had never been opened. The perfect ruse.

As quiet as he entered, he exited the camp with his finds.

Sihtric made sure to store his new stolen treasures away securely, wrapping anything he could in his spare clothing and hiding them deep in his pack. He was in no rush to return home, finding the solitude more relaxing than he ever had. He chose a longer route back to Coccham, a natural trail that led his through a wide expanse of forest.

He was entirely daydreaming, leading his horse with his eyes trained on the dirt path below him. It was only the sound of distant singing that drew him from his reverie.

His steps fell still, listening intently for the direction the singing came from. It was one of the sweetest voices he had ever heard. Curiosity and apprehension gnawed at his gut, his free hand clutching his hammer pendant while his other gripped his steed’s reigns tight.

It was not long before the singing grew louder, but it did not come from where he expected. A stone tower nestled deep in the forest was entirely unexpected. And it was from within the singing came. His eyes drifted upwards, assuming he was following a thick branch or vine. But when it didn’t rustle or sway in a passing breeze, realised then it was a thick braid of hair.

The tower was a good few feet of the ground, making the braid longer than he had ever seen. And at the end he saw Freyja’s symbol nestled within the cord that held it all together.

“What in the world…?” Sihtric mused to himself, settling himself a fair distance away at the trunk of a tree.

His horse was tied nearby, and he began to simply listen. He recognised some of the songs, tales of the same gods he knew and worshipped. He was entirely enraptured. The voice would drift in and out, filling his ears and mind with nothing but calm.

Darkness soon fell, but he made no effort to leave. Sihtric could do nothing but wonder who was singing, why they were locked away in such a secluded tower. His question was almost answered when he heard a voice he vaguely recognised.

“Sweet girl!” Skade called, tugging at the end of the braid.

Sihtric watched with curiosity as the witch waited for a face to appear in the window. Even from here, he could see that you were the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. And he had seen many.

What surprised him more, was when Skade climbed the tower with the help of the braid. He wondered if it hurt, but it seemed something well practiced between you and the witch. He remained watching as Skade disappeared through the window, realising then there was no door to the tower.

Hours passed and he did not see you again. Sleep soon found him, and he slept dreaming of nothing but your voice.

Skade did not leave you that morning, choosing instead to watch as you painted. It was a rare occurrence for her to remain, but you did not balk at the company.

The pair of you sat in silence, Skade mixing some herbs together though you dared not ask what for. You had learned your place with her quickly. There was something both young and old about the witch, she had never once revealed her true age to you. You were not friends; at times you were barely acquaintances.

You knew she wanted something from you, the tower being one of the many ways she kept you close. But you never knew what exactly she wanted you for. It was another question that went unanswered whenever you asked it.

But there was something you would occasionally dare to ask.

“Will you ever take me with you when you leave?” You asked, setting down your brushes and turning to look at Skade.

The look you got in return made your blood run cold.

“Do I not provide everything you need? Why would you wish to leave, you know it is not safe for one such as you!” Skade snapped, the pestle grinding hard against the mortar beneath it.

You jumped a little at the tone, but you were determined.

“Tell me why you keep me here then! What about me needs protecting so much?”

But she didn’t answer. Choosing instead to entirely ignore you. You knew better than to press the issue, returning to your painting in silence.

Your mind wandered while you painted. Trying to think of any possible reason a witch like Skade would have to keep you. She never asked for anything from you, in words anyway. Only that you remained in the tower.

No matter how hard you thought, nothing came to mind.

The sun was what had woken Sihtric. He’d half expected to wake up and realise he’d dreamed the singing, the tower, the witch and the girl with the braid.

But there it was. Clear as day.

Grey stone, covered in leaves and winding vines. The window that you had been singing from empty now. But curiosity still nestled itself in his stomach. Sihtric had time, no one would be expecting him back in Coccham any time soon, none that knew him well anyway.

His treasures were safely hidden, but they weren’t the prizes he was concerned about right now.

You. His mystery in the tower. You were his new prize.

He kept half of his attention on the tower and the other half on the forest around him. Hunting and gathering some supplies to tide him over for a day or so. Enough to keep him going until he caught a glimpse of you again.

Sihtric wasn’t quite sure how many hours had passed. Enough for the air to cool just a touch, for the sun to be lower through the trees.

But not long enough for your reappearance at the window, it seemed.

He returned to his spot, secluded behind a thicket of bushes and rocks. Enough to hide him and his horse. He only had to hope the witch wasn’t the one to pass his hiding place.

There was too much risk in lighting a fire, so he satisfied himself with the berries he had picked and the remnants of the food he had brought with him from Coccham. And the bottle of ale he had swiped from the sleeping merchant.

All he needed to do now, was wait.

The sun was dipping behind the window, not enough light now to paint by. But enough to read. Skade was preparing to leave again, though as usual she never told you why. Not that you wanted to ask.

You were still upset, partly because she refused to ever answer a question. Though something else was eating at you, that you couldn’t place.

What was curious this time, however, was that Skade had more than her small pouch around her hips.

“I will not be back tonight, sweet girl. I must go to the closest village, and it’s more than an evening’s walk away.” Skade said, answering the question that had not yet come from your lips.

You nodded, back to her again as you chose from one of your many piles of books. And silently you walked to the window, slinging your braid over the sill for Skade to climb down.

And then she was gone.

You remained in the window. Though your hair was now looped around your feet, your book resting on your knees. The world around you was a distant thought as you lost yourself in your book.

Until you heard a whistle.

Below you, close by but you couldn’t see anyone. And Skade would never whistle to get your attention.

So, you ignored it, returning to your story and thinking nothing more of it. Maybe it was just a bird or the wind. Until it happened again, louder and closer.

This time, you set down your book and took your time looking around the forest below.

It certainly was not a bird or the wind. There was a man, a Dane based on his clothing, at the foot of your tower. And from the axe on his back, he was a warrior too.

You almost froze in panic. Was this what Skade had warned you about? Was this the danger she had hammered into your mind?

No, if he wanted to hurt you, he would not have whistled for your attention.

Your silence prompted him to whistle again, and then you saw him pointing. Pointing to the tip of your braid that hung over the sill.

Had he seen Skade climb in and out? How long had this stranger been watching you?

Sihtric had taken a chance. He didn’t know why you were hidden away in a tower. But nothing about you seemed dangerous.

So, he took his chance. Whistling until you looked at him. Gesturing for you to let down your braid.

He could only hope you would do so.

You had none of the instincts a normal human would have. You had never known danger, aside from the stories Skade would terrify you with.

But your stranger didn’t look dangerous, ignoring his weapon.

Slowly, you unravelled the braid at your feet. Throwing it down as you would for Skade. A small smile on your lips as the stranger stepped back before it hit him.

And when he began to climb, you winced a little at the weight difference. But he scaled the wall of the tower quick enough, easing the weight by resting his feet on branches and vines.

Soon, he was at the sill. Smoothly dropping himself into the tower and turning to look at you.

“Thank you, lady,” he said with a small smile.

You stood from the window, pulling your braid back in and wrapping it so it didn’t trail across the floor. The few pins stuck in your sleeve were just strong enough to hold it together.

The two of you stared at each other, neither wanting to be the next one to speak.

After what felt like an eternity, you couldn’t hold back your curiosity any longer.

“What is your name?” you asked, wandering over to your bed and sitting down.

Your stranger didn’t move, but your question earned you a smile.

“Sihtric, lady.”

It was your turn to smile.

“I am no lady, Sihtric.”

In truth, you didn’t know much about yourself. Other than what Skade would tell you. Which seemed to be becoming a frustrating occurrence.

Sihtric chuckled softly, running a hand over his face. But you offered him your name before he could speak.

And all Sihtric could think of, was how beautiful a name it was.

Hours passed; the sun had entirely dipped below the horizon in the time Sihtric had spent in your tower. And only then did he remember the witch.

“Is she not due to return? I should…”

He was already making for the window when you grabbed his arm.

“She’s not back for a few days. She’s gone to a nearby village for supplies.” You said quickly, pulling him back just a little.

Sihtric looked back at you. He couldn’t leave you here. Thief or not, at his heart he was a good man. And no good man would abandon someone like you.

He turned to you completely. Shifting so he had both your forearms in his hands.

“Do you want to stay here?” he asked, giving your arms the gentlest of squeezes.

That made you think. Skade was, when you thought on it, keeping you prisoner. She refused to tell you anything about where you came from or who she really was.

Something had always felt wrong. There was one thing to be protective, but the way Skade treated you it was like you were something to own, to covet. Barely the person you were.

“I…I do not know. I have never been anywhere else…”

Sihtric’s eyes were filled with nothing but sympathy. How long had the witch had you here?

“Never? Have you ever left the tower?” Sihtric asked, his thumbs now rubbing soothing circles on your arms as he saw panic and pain in your eyes.

“Never, Skade…she won’t let me.”

His jaw hardened. He had known he recognised the witch. Hated by Danes and Saxons alike. He’d heard rumours of a lost princess. Taken from a Dane village years ago when she was nothing but a child.

Was this her? Were you the lost princess?”

“Do you know where you come from?”

You only shook your head, tears already brimming in your eyes. And Sihtric didn’t hesitate, wrapping his arms around you and holding you to his chest. Only then did you cry. Truly cry.

He could only wonder if anyone had ever held you?

Sihtric let you cry. His hand firm on your back and slowly rubbing up and down to soothe you.

Eventually, the tears let up and when you finally looked up at Sihtric, he looked nothing but determined.

“Then we’ll find out. Get whatever we can carry between us, I’ll make a rope so we can climb down.”

He gave you no time to answer, pulling whatever he could find from your bed to wrap together into a rope. In that time, you took your most precious book, some parchment and charcoals and the pins and brushes to braid your hair.

For practicality, you found another dress and bundled everything you wanted inside.

Nerves chewed at your stomach as you waited for Sihtric. This was happening. It wasn’t a tale from one of your books where the prince saves the princess.

But it was happening to you. You were finally leaving the tower after more years than you could possibly count.

Sihtric looped the rope around the thickest vine by the window.

“Are you ready, princess?”

The climb down the tower both felt like an eternity and less than a second all at the same time. Sihtric took most of the weight, climbing down first whilst you climbed down afterwards.

He waited for you at the bottom, your things over his back and his hand out to help you down. Sihtric knew leaving the rope was dangerous, but he wanted you as far away from that tower as possible.

His horse, thankfully, had remained where he’d left her. As was his pack and other things. The benefits of a secluded forest it seems.

When everything was packed on to the horse, including you, Sihtric prepared to leave.

“Where will we go? Skade will find us…”

Sihtric sighed, taking both your arms and wrapping them around his waist.

“She will have to go through me if she does,” he said simply, squeezing your hand before urging the horse to move.

Sihtric had every intention of eventually returning to Coccham. Explaining why he had returned with you would be a challenge, but Uhtred and the others were good men.

But he knew he couldn’t expect you to ride that long with no rest.

He knew there was a township nearby, mostly Dane controlled. And it was the opposite direction he had seen Skade leave in the day before. He could only hope you both would be safe enough there.

The gates of the town came into view eventually, the singular guard waving him through.

Sihtric rode until he came to an inn he had stayed at a handful of times as he passed through, sometimes alone and sometimes with his friends.

His horse was stabled, and he used a small trinket from his haul from the merchants to pay for a room. Somehow, he had a feeling you were not going to want to stay anywhere alone.

“Are we…will be safe here?” you asked, the moment you and Sihtric entered the room.

Sihtric put his pack and yours on to the bed, passing you to begin lighting the fire.

“Safe enough. The town I live in, where my lord and my friends live, is not all that far from here.”

The fire lit quickly, and you immediately gravitated towards the warmth. Sihtric took that time to just look at you. The way your braid had begun to come loose, the Freyja pendant hanging from the cord that was now wrapped in the middle of it. The way your dress seemed homemade, maybe you had even sewn it yourself.

“Your lord?” you asked, holding your hands out in front of the flames.

Sihtric realised that you really knew of nothing that happened outside the walls of that tower. He grabbed a fur from the bed, laying it out before the fire and sitting himself down. Holding out a hand for you to join him.

“Yes. My lord is Uhtred, currently in Coccham. Do you know where that is?”

Again, you shook your head.

Sihtric cocked his head in confusion. How could you not know? Not necessarily about Uhtred, but Coccham was a well enough known place.

Skade truly had kept you in the dark about everything.

“That’s alright, we’ll be there soon, and you can meet him.”

You smiled. How could a stranger, a man you had known barely a day, make you feel so comfortable. Not only had he saved you. He was going out of his way to look after you.

You settled beside him, the space between you small to remain on the fur.  The silence was comfortable, simply basking in the warmth of the fire.

But Sihtric could see you were tired. He didn’t know what made him do it, but he pulled you closer. Laying himself down and taking you with him. Your head on his chest and his arm around your waist.

And when you did not move, curling into him instead, he could only smile.

Sihtric made sure he was careful with you, gentle even. His hand stroking up and down your back. But as you got more comfortable, you moved to unpin your braid. The intricate style tumbling down your back, some loose waves tickling the skin of his arm.

Suddenly, everything he felt simply felt…more.

And he realised you were much the same. Your hand on his chest now gripping his shirt just a little tighter. Your face nuzzling more under the curve of his jaw.

He could smell the flowers that you had weaved into your hair. Your nose was filled with the smell of leather and sweat on his skin.

“Sihtric?” you said softly, your lips grazing his neck as he spoke.

He tilted his head down to look at you, only to see you looking straight up at him.

Without hesitation he pressed his lips to yours and though you froze in surprise initially, you soon reciprocated. The hand on his chest now tugging at his shirt, his arm around your waist pulling you almost on top of him.

But he didn’t want you to feel like he was expecting too much from you. He rolled you both to the side, one arm under you and holding you close. His lips never leaving yours.

Your hands found his chest, holding his shirt and seeming like you wanted to close any space that remained between you both. Sihtric’s hand on your waist trailed down, hooking your thigh over his hip.

He could feel your hesitation, and quickly broke the kiss. Staring directly into your eyes.

“We won’t do more than kiss, my princess, if that’s what you want?”

You pressed your lips to his.

“I just want you. You saved me, and I did not know I needed saving.”

Sihtric smiled, pressing his lips to yours. And then to the corner of your lips and then to the line of your jaw.

And the sigh that slipped from was more than enough to keep him going.

“I will save you time and time again, my princess, if that makes you happy.”

He had never felt like this. So entranced by a person, especially one he didn’t truly know. But he felt like he did know you. Almost like he had known you his whole life.

That was enough to make him pull back from his kisses. He could see the small flicker of disappointment, but he pressed a kiss to your forehead and pulled you into his chest.

His face pressed into your hair and he heard you sigh again, your arm wrapping around his waist as you relaxed in his arms.

You were his princess now. Nothing, not even a witch, would take you away from him.

The tower came into view as Skade passed the forest’s threshold. The supplies were heavy in her pack, but that was not what her mind was focused on.

She saw it immediately, the twist of the makeshift rope standing out against the old stone of the tower.

A shriek of rage left her, loud enough to make the birds in forest flee in fear.

You were gone.

But you couldn’t have possibly managed that alone? The rope was strong, knotted in ways only travellers and warriors would do.

Someone had helped you.

Her hand gripped the rope, eyes fluttering closed. She could see you, clear as you always were.

But then she saw him. A Dane, the hammer pendant hanging from his neck and the axe on his back were clue enough. Something about him felt familiar, but the vision of him was too foggy for her to entirely pinpoint him.

What she could feel, however, was you. The bind that tied you both together was strong, Skade had cultivated it over the years she had kept you locked away.

Whoever had you, wherever he had taken you…she would find you.

No matter what it took.

Sihtric/TLK taglist:

@legitalicat @foxyanon @thenameswinter99 @multyfangirl

@sihtricsafin @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @alexagirlie @gemini-mama

(If you want to be added/deleted, let me know)

[witchezandwonderz]

Ashes of Us

Pairing: Sihtric x Reader

Request: "I trusted you, but now I know: loyalty is a coin, and you spent yours without a second thought." (Pre-established relationship)

I was thinking possibly after his supposed betrayal in season 3. Where reader has no idea of the prompt and is caught up in the harsh words of their fight, she asks Sihtric not to leave - and is treated harshly by Uhtred’s other men when he does. Angst, hurt/comfort vibes when he returns??

Word Count: 4.3k

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The night hung painfully heavy over the camp, thick with the scent of damp earth and firewood. You took a deep breath as you scanned your surrounding areas through squinted eyes- for no particular reason at all. You simply just needed a moment alone to think about anything and everything. All around you, were groups of people speaking. Though, you could not quite make out what each group said, nor did you care.

You were exhausted. You owed your life to Uhtred, for he was the man who helped you when you needed it the most- he saved you, took you in and cared for you. He also introduced you to your soon to be husband, Sihtric. But regardless, you were exhausted. An ongoing subject that seemed to haunt all of you, as a unit, was pressing at your lives- as much as you tried to pretend that it wasn't happening, it absolutely was. This subject had one, simple name. Skade.

Skade was a poison, tarnishing your lives in front of your very eyes. Draining the life from you one by one, all while she held a proud grin firmly on her face, showing great pleasure from the torture and torment.

The negative and grave consequences of Skade's dark witch craft meant that a lot had happened in the past few months, and although Uhtred expressed his hatred for her constantly, his obsession became quite an obvious desire. You broached it with him one evening, when you had ensured that no one else was around to hear. He denied it, shrugged and rambled on about her curse upon him- which you, of course, understood. But the little part of your brain that did not, convinced you that he had grown extremely fond of the light haired woman. If you can even call her that.

You all despised her, and all held your own separate promises to kill her. There was, however, one particular person who seemed to hate Skade just a smidge more than all others. That person being Sihtric.

When Skade and her dark cloud of energy entered your lives, you and Sihtric had spoken about how you would never let it come between you. Sihtric had said that he knew of women such as her kind before, and that they would need to work quickly in order to rid her before she got a hold on Uhtred. Despite his accurate prediction, Skade was more powerful than they thought possible, and before they knew it, everything around them began to fall apart.

Sihtric had always been gentle and loving, with his sweet words and kind gestures. Yet, recently, he had been extremely distant and cold towards you. He had been off with everyone- but you took extreme offence for obvious reasons- why would he be off with you? All you have ever done is stand by him- you were supposed to be in this together.

You should speak to him, you knew that. Yet, here you were, sat on a log, searching your surroundings and pondering how the hell you ended up here. In this odd position.

A thick Irish accent in the form of your name rang throughout the surrounding area, you immediately rolled your eyes and let out a deep breath before extending your body out, raising your head to the sky as you did so.

"Someone fucking help me." You groaned, just wanting to be left alone for a little while longer- even if that time spent alone consisted of an existential crisis.

Finan chuckled in amusement as he approached closer, he held his hands up in defence, "hey, don't shoot the messenger." He paused apprehensively, "Uhtred wants us-"

"wants us to meet him in the hall." You finished, in a mimicking, shockingly awful Irish accent. Finan nodded.

"Finan, I do not know how much longer I can take this." You breathed, now showing severity, as opposed to your previous jests. Finan shrugged, "I agree with ya, but we serve Uhtred, so get up."

His words were blunt and simple, yet they were true. Finan had a way of making things seem simple, even if they were not.

He realised that you were not planning to leave the log, so leant down and grabbed your arm, in turn pulling you to your feet with force. You pushed him away and smoothed your clothes down with the palms of your hands.

Once entering the room, it was apparent that the conversation you were about to endure was going to be anything but light hearted; the tension seeped through the walls, objects, flooring, and most importantly- people. The room was at least warm however, and lit up from the many candles which were lit.

Sihtric stood next to Uhtred, yet he did not face him. He instead stood over a table, his body leant down and one hand gripping a stone corner firmly- almost as if he planned on launching it across the room, and the other held a large tankard. You tried your best to gain his eye contact, yet strangely, and uncharacteristically- he tried his best to avoid it completely. You scrunched your face up and made a mental note to pull him up on it later, in private.

"Y/N, where were you? I had to send Finan to find you." Uhtred's voiced echoed throughout the empty room. You huffed slightly, and slumped yourself on a near by chair.

"I was taking a moment to myself, lord, won't happen again." You replied, in a much more relaxed and sarcastic voice than you had intended. Uhtred's eyes widened slightly, but he did not address it any further. "You deserve to drink with us after your hard work recently, not sit on your own in the cold." His tone relaxed, and he held out a tankard full of ale for you to take. You gave Uhtred a small smile, before reaching out and accepting the drink. You sipped from the cup, and then nodded your head forward as a way of saying thank you.

"Recently?" A voice called out- an angry voice. Sihtric. All of those who sat near to the scene looked over at his sudden word. "Her hard work, recently? She has done nothing but serve you since she met you." His words carried anger, yet they were surprisingly calm and quiet considering. You could not believe or understand what he had said- although not completely offensive, you knew his words carried a slight malice that you could not shake. Additionally, he had barely looked at you in days, and now he is defending you for something that did not necessarily need defending.

You, again, searched for his eye contact. Yet, again, he did not oblige. You did not speak- interested as to how this would play out.

Uhtred scoffed, "I know this, Sihtric, what are you talking about?" He shook his head. Sihtric did not respond. Instead, he locked his jaw and looked down. Uhtred continued speaking, of plans, Skade and all thinks alike. You were half listening, and half thinking of all other things. You felt as though you had heard Uhtred say the same things over and over again. Nonetheless, you understood the reasoning behind the repeated points. You could not rest until you killed the witch- or more importantly, until you killed the curse. All of you.

In fact, you were so distracted by your thoughts that you had not realised the heated conversation that had ignited between Uhtred and Sihtric. That was until Sihtric leapt from his seat and towards Uhtred while shouting "I have fought for you!"

You watched in sheer confusion and disbelief as the scene unfolded in front of you, also watching as Finan tried to calm and reason with them both. It meant nothing though, it seemed that Sihtric had already made his mind up- without speaking to you.

Though, oddly, when Uhtred gave Sihtric the option of leaving or saying, he did not really respond. He instead slumped himself onto a table top, sipping ale and sulking like a child.

Naively, this gave you the impression that he would not leave, and was in fact being over dramatic. Much to your dismay- you were wrong.

That night, you sat apprehensively within your furs- wanting so desperately to go to sleep, but you could not let your head even brush a pillow without knowing exactly where Sihtric was. You waited for a long time, and very nearly shot up to put your shoes on and go on a hunt for him. You did not though, because the door swung open, and Sihtric shuffled inside.

He looked at you, for the first time in days. You could have sworn his breath hitched, and he looked sad.

You rushed towards him- not only desperate for sleep, but desperate for his love and attention. He attempted to busy himself, which did not stop you from latching your arms around his waist. He stopped what he was doing, and put his arms over your shoulders, embracing you in a surprisingly warm hold. He kissed the top of your head before you felt him hesitate.

"I am leaving" He stated, his voice sad. You took a moment to process what he had said to you. Part of you wanted to ignore his words- pretend that he had never uttered them, and instead bury yourself into his chest further.

He pushed you forwards slightly, creating a gap between you. This was the first time that he had ever separated himself from you, and you knew it may sound ridiculous, but even that broke your heart.

"I am leaving." He repeated, this time his voice was laced with something colder.

"You cannot leave?" Your voice left your mouth as barely a whisper- not your intention at all, but you could not even attempt to hide the wave of sadness that came over you. Sihtric blinked, allowing his eyes to stay closed for just a moment too long.

"I have to." He stated. You scrunched your face up.

"We are to marry? We are to do so many things!" You responded, this time your voice definitely much louder than a whisper- your sadness had now evaporated, and had turned into anger.

Sihtric sighed, running a hand through his hair as he forced his gaze from fixating on you. You did not give him a chance to reply before you continued, "you were the one who said that we could get through this together, " you raised your index finger, and pointed it towards him, "you said that you would always protect me, and never allow me to come to harm yet here you are, leaving me to fight alone." Your voice now cracked as tears formed in your eyes, you tried your absolute hardest to not allow a single drop to fall- but unfortunately failed miserably.

His eyes finally found yours, softening as he focused on your tear stained face. "I cannot stay here any longer, this curse is going to kill me if I allow it."

You could not bring yourself to do anything but blink at him, the feeling of anger and betrayal soared through your entire being. You let out a laugh in disbelief. "Instead you will allow it to kill me." You retorted, placing both hands on your hips as you held your gaze on his. He let out a breath, and glared at you. He opened his mouth to speak, but you were so fearful of his response that you interrupted him, "you do not even wish that I come with you?"

Your voice was significantly quieter now, as opposed to only a moment before. Sihtric took a deep breath once again, this time looking up at the ceiling, desperately trying to gather his thoughts. After a few seconds, his head dropped back down.

"It is not safe for you to come with me." You felt your heart break into two at his words- you knew this was an excuse, for it was a ridiculous thing to say. This entire situation was utterly ridiculous.

"I love you, I adore you, I protect you, I cry with you, I laugh with you, I make love with you, I trusted you, but now I know: loyalty is a coin, and you spent yours without a second thought." Your chest rose up and down rapidly at your lack of breath within your words- fearful that you will never see him again, you said any word that came to your head.

A tear fell down Sihtric's cheek, and he shook his head, almost as though he was trying to convince himself to stop showing emotion. You, however, were not afraid of showing emotion. You cried, hysterically- allowing the fibres of every emotion to seep out of you. You wanted nothing more than for him to comfort you, hold you, or even speak to you. Yet, all he did was stand and watch you with tears falling down his face.

And with that, he began to walk towards the door. You sprang up, not caring about how loud you were being, nor caring about any embarrassment or judgement that came with it. You tried to grab onto him, crying out different words to try and make him stay, but he just closed his eyes tightly, gritted his teeth and walked out of the door, leaving you vulnerable and hopelessly sat on the ice cold floor.

The next few days were the hardest you had ever endured- and you truly had been through a lot. Nothing you had been through, however, began to compare to the heartbreak that you felt. You attempted to paint a brave mask onto your face, but failed. You were not an entertainer nor a story teller who could pretend to smile- you were a shield maiden, brave, yet vulnerable in the face of love.

The boys were acting strangely- shooting harsh expressions her way and making random, uncalled for comments. You truly felt as though the world that you knew had vanished into thin air, and it had been replaced by a completely different realm- one of which you had no happiness, and no friends. You felt ridiculous for referring to this as random, though- this is what Skade did. This is what she was good at. You were now cursed, and you needed to accept that.

You kept your distance from the boys. For some reason, you did not want them to know about the depressive pit that you had fallen into. But avoiding them would only work for so long.

You paused your lone training, allowing your steel sword to clank onto the dried dirt beneath you. You stood up straight and took a deep breath in through your nose, and then exhaled through your mouth to try and control your breathing. Using your right hand, you harshly rubbed the sweat from your forehead. You leant down to reclaim your sword, and as you did you heard a voice call your name. Uhtred's voice. The last person you wanted to see in this moment. You mumbled a quick curse before spinning your body around to face him. Finan was with him.

"I have barely heard from you since Sihtric betrayed us." He stated blankly, his eyes locked into yours, making you feel as though you were trapped. Your eyes flickered to Finan, who surprisingly looked at you with a soft expression.

You tried your upmost hardest to show a lack of care, "I have had things to think about."

Uhtred tilted his head and gave a slight nod at your words, "this is understandable. You have had long enough, gather what you need, we are going."

You furrowed your brows, "going where?"

Uhtred rolled his eyes, for some reason annoyed at your justifiable question.

"Do not worry where you are going- you need to prove to me that you are loyal, and that you are not going to also escape to go with Sihtric."

You scoffed at his words, "escape? So what, am I your prisoner now?"

Uhtred shook his head, you continued, extending both arms to the sides in a defensive position.

"I could have left with him, if I wanted too." Lie. "But I did not, I chose to stay here because I serve you!" Another lie.

Finan looked as though he wanted to speak, but he did not. He, instead, looked at Uhtred expectantly.

"Just get what you need and meet us back here."

You adhered to his command, yet you feared that you may have mimicked a child when you did so- stomping away like an infant who had been told to go to bed early, your sword trailing a path in the dirt as you carelessly dragged it across the ground, behind you.

"Pick your sword up!" Uhtred shouted behind you. You quietly mimicked him, before doing as he said.

You quickly popped back into your room, grabbing things that you may need for the journey- you did not know where you were going, but you did know Uhtred and from this, could assume that you would be going on a long journey, to confront someone. And you just prayed to the gods that it had nothing to do with Skade, yet deep down you knew it would.

As predicted, you were on your way to confront Brida, Cnut, Bloodhair, Hæsten, Dagfinn, and Skade- all idiots that you believed deserved to meet their miserable fates. You were sick of them, and could not wait until the day that you could watch the life drain from their eyes- especially Skade.

"Now that Sihtric is gone, and I have less to live for- I want to be the one to kill Skade." You announced. All heads snapped towards you, as they had been the first words that you had uttered the entire time that you had been travelling.

Finan and Osferth shot each other an odd look, but you shook it off, assuming that they just thought you were being ridiculous.

"Is that so?" Uhtred asked, his body still facing forwards as his horse trotted along the dusty path.

"Absolutely." You solidified, commanding your horse to go faster so that you could be directly next to Uhtred. You did not like that he was smiling, laughing even.

"If you see me as such a useless warrior, why bother with me?" You said, through gritted teeth.

Uhtred swivelled his head slightly to look at you, "stop being so hasty, there is something that you need to see when we get there."

You hummed in response, and of course considered asking many questions about his meaning- yet you decided not too. You knew better than to do that, because you knew that Uhtred would not tell you anything more. In fact, he probably only said it as a way to stop you from speaking further.

By the time you reached the forest, it was now nightfall. Uhtred raised a hand to signal that everyone needed to come to a halt. You stopped your horse, but squinted your eyes as you tried to decipher who the figure within the trees was- clearly it was someone who was there to meet you all, but you wanted to know who.

The figure began to walk closer towards you, and as they did, Uhtred engulfed them into a hug. You sped up your walking so that you were closer to them, and when they pulled apart, your heart nearly leapt from your chest. It was Sihtric.

Sihtric immediately looked at you.

You did not speak, as your brain was too busy piecing things together- one thing that you were not was stupid, in fact, you were extremely intellectual- so it infuriated you that you had not figured out what was going on sooner.

"I wanted to tell ya, but then it wouldn't have been believable." Finan said, awkwardly scratching the back of his head. You scanned the area, realising that him and Osferth had known the entire time, in turn, infuriating you further.

To your surprise, Sihtric did not speak, and instead knelt before you, bowing his head. He then looked up at you, "I am sorry my love, I had to do this."

You could not produce words, so you did what you knew best.

You raised your fist, and without a second thought, punched him with a clean right hook. Sihtrics head fell to the side, and he had to use his entire strength to stop himself from losing his pride completely by falling over. The men that surrounded reacted in hushed tones, for they had to be quiet- they were still in enemy territory.

Sihtric sniffed, spat the blood from his mouth to the floor, and then looked up at you again, still kneeling.

"I deserved that, I know." He stated, massaging the side of his face. You did not respond, so he continued. "I love you deeply, but we do not have time to talk about this now-" he then went on to explain where everyone was and what the plan would be. He said that Bloodhair was dead, and only Haesten remains at the camp.

"Tell Skade that I am near, and take her to the trees by the boats- we will meet you there." Uhtred commanded, Sihtric nodded curtly in response, and then looked at you once again. You stood glaring at him, yet all you wanted to do was jump into his arms.

He gently kissed your head, before retreating back into the trees.

"Y/N, I-" Uhtred began to speak, but you held your hand up to silence him, "lets just get this done, shall we?"

Uhtred gladly accepted, before giving his next orders.

You all waited by the tree- yet you waited slightly further up, so that you could hear nearby conversations. Shortly after arriving there, Sihtric arrived with Skade.

"Where is she?" Sihtric asked in a hushed tone, yet his voice showed panic. Uhtred used his hand to point and show that you were crouching next to an opening in the bushes further up.

You could not hear much, but suddenly heard Haesten shouting obscenities as he got closer. You leapt up from your position and ran towards them.

"He knows, he is coming, we need to go, now!" You commanded as you ran into the water. Everyone followed you as you dragged a boat further towards the shore. Uhtred put Skade into the boat, before climbing in himself. You were about to climb in, when you felt two hands on your bottom. Sihtric picked you up with ease, and placed you back into the boat, before skilfully jumping in and letting the anchor go.

You perched on the head of the boat, looking up at the stars, wondering what had happened within the last hour. You felt someone sit beside you, and it did not take many guesses to figure out who.

"I cannot believe that you treated me that way, regardless of whether it was real or not. You watched me cry and beg, you literally watched my heart get ripped from my chest, and did not care?"

Sihtric shook his head, "of course I cared, I ripped your heart out and in turn ripped out my own." He replied, putting an arm around you. You wanted to take his arm off, but you were so grateful that he was there, you allowed him to engulf you. "I cried the entire journey, I did not want to do it, but I had too- I was commanded too, you know better than anyone that I had to do this." His words sounded like more of a plea than he had anticipated.

"Please forgive me, I do not know what I would do if you did not." He spoke yet again, his words becoming quieter and quieter as they progressed.

You did not speak, and instead turned your body slightly and looked up at him- his face was still stained with blood. You laughed slightly at your own actions, "you deserved that punch."

Sihtrics face softened, a grin creeping onto his lips, "I know that."

You stared at each other for a moment, neither of you knowing what to say next.

"I cannot forgive you so easily, Sihtric." You said, your voice not carrying the emotion that he had hoped for. His face dropped, and he felt scared.

You continued, "Yet, I love you so much that I will have to find a way."

He let out a deep breath, a relieving deep breath.

You leant forward, gently planting a lingering kiss on his lips, his breath hitched as your lips pressed softly to his. The taste of copper lingered faintly from the blood on his split lip, yet you didn’t pull away. Instead, you let the warmth of his mouth coax you closer. His hand found your waist, fingers trembling slightly as they pressed into you, hesitant yet desperate.

At first, the kiss was delicate, your lips moved slowly against his, exploring the familiar sensation. His hand rose from your waist to your face, his fingertips brushing your cheek with reverence. You sighed into him, and that breath seemed to break something loose inside him.

The kiss deepened, turning hungry, urgent. His arm circled tightly around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your fingers wove into his hair, tangling in the dark strands, tugging slightly as his mouth claimed yours with growing intensity. His other hand pressed against the small of your back, anchoring you firmly to him.

"Erm? Excuse me? There are other people in this tiny boat you know?" Finan's thick accent tore you both from your captivity, and you realised where you were. You turned to him, slightly breathless and used your index finger to point at them, "you all have a lot of making up to do, I do not forgive such coldness this easily."

They all hummed, while Skade stared into your soul- you ignored her.

Sihtric had not taken his eyes off of you once, and did not acknowledge the others' presence. Instead, he used his hand to turn your face into his attentions once again.

"You will not regret this." He promised, his breath warm against your skin. His eyes locked onto yours, fierce with determination and love.

"Don't," you warned gently, though your fingers still held him close.

"Never," he swore, and you believed him- for now, that was enough.

[cheesesandwichsanto]

He knew …

Summary: Reader and Sihtric met in Dunholm after Uhtred’s banishment from Wessex

Pairing: Sihtric x f!reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: ~800

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He knew that she was a Dane, and that she belonged to Bloodhair’s people.

He knew she was a fierce and brave warrior, having seen her sparring.

He knew she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on, as he admired her from afar—wearing her leather armour that hugged her figure perfectly, her battleaxe hanging at her hip, and her long braided hair.

He knew she was watching him from across the inner courtyard of Dunholm, where he sat on a bench with his three friends.

He knew she was close with Brida. He saw her whisper something in her ear that made her smile, before locking eyes with him again. He felt his face turn bright red.

He knew they were talking about him.

Then she stood, walking to the middle of the courtyard before stopping and watching Sihtric closely.

He knew he was not the only one who noticed, as Finan mumbled to him, “Sihtric, I think she wants you to follow her…”

He knew she was up to something when she nodded in the direction she wanted him to follow. He walked behind her through the corridors, asking a few times where they were heading, but never received an answer.

She stopped in front of a wooden door, opened it and gestured for Sihtric to enter.

„I‘ve noticed you since the day you arrived here, Sihtric“ she said, tracing his jawline with her tattoed finger. Her voice was as sweet as honey in his ears. He gulped.

„How do you know my name?“ he asked.

„I know a lot of things… I am y/n by the way“ she smiled.

„What do you want from me?“ he asked further. „What I want? I want you Sihtric…“ she said, before steping closer and kissing him softly.

He knew he was falling for her, and it was over for him. Her voice, her eyes, - she was just too much to handle. He was falling for her charm, and she knew it.

He knew, when he kissed her and made love to her in that tiny, dimly lit chamber, that it was a mistake.

He knew he had his loyal wife waiting in Wessex for his return.

But how could it be a mistake, when he felt nothing but love?

He knew that after the few times they had met in secret, he had to put an end to it.

But every time, he fell for her again and again. He simply could not resist.

He loved looking into her eyes, he loved her messy braided ponytail after they made love, the feeling of her smooth skin beneath his fingertips and when she looked up at him and smiled.

He knew, when he arrived at the Great Hall that evening-the one that was supposed to be his last in Dunholm-that something was off.

The atmosphere between his Lord and Sigurd Bloodhair was tense. Bloodhair ranted about how Uhtred was still Alfred’s dog, even after being banned, that he was not truly one of them, and how Skade was still his woman. Enraged, Bloodhair stood to go after Uhtred.

What Sihtric saw, and did not like, was Y/N trying to hold Bloodhair back, whispering, “Father, don’t.”

But it was not quiet enough. He heard it.

He felt stupid. He had thought she was just a woman, just one of his shieldmaidens—but being the (now) enemy’s daughter was something else entirely.

He just stood there, feeling nothing but guilt.

In those moments with her, he had forgotten about his wife, and that there was never a possible future with Bloodhair‘s daughter.

His heart slowly fell apart.

That night, as he lay awake, he thought about the short time he had spent with her in Dunholm and how he had even considered leaving his wife for her before he found out whose daughter she was.

The next day arrived quickly.

The fight between Lord Uhtred and Sigurd Bloodhair was about to begin. She could never understand why her father would do anything for that witch Skade when it was clear that Skade did not want to be with him but rather with Lord Uhtred. She could not bear to watch them fight, too afraid to see her dear father possibly die.

After Ragnar intervened, telling Uhtred to take Skade and leave, they all packed their belongings onto their horses, ready to ride out to rescue the little princess.

She stood at the front when Lord Uhtred and his fellowship set out for their journey.

Sihtric and she locked eyes, staring for a long while before he turned away and rode off. Completely oblivious to the way she placed a hand on her still flat belly…

[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

The Last Voyage of the Fyrdraca

note: for the moment I am not using a taglist anymore, as it seems rather useless for the time it consumes.

warnings: minors DNI. angst/fluff/spooky fic. Mention of blood, death and vampires. Faintly follows the moment in season 4 in which they try to take Bebbanburg for the first time.

pairing: Sihtric x Vampire!reader (f)

summary: A boat trip is the perfect way to play with the lives of men, but little did you know you'd fall in love with one of them.

word count: 4k

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Sihtric looked at you in awe. Never before had he seen such a beautiful appearance with his own two eyes. Up until he met you he had only heard tales about the breathtaking ladies from Lundene. When he found himself in the city, many years ago for the first time, he had not been entirely impressed with the ladies he had seen. 

But you… you were something else. You were absolute perfection in his eyes, and he couldn't tear his gaze away from you as you sat alone at the bow of the ship, peering up at the bright moon as she was waxing to her full form. Sihtric was mesmerised by the way you wore your dark cloak, one made of good fur which was drapped so majestically around your figure, and how your skin was flawless and your lips an alluring taint of red in the silver moonlight as she shone upon you. Because of all that, Sihtric could not keep his mind from wandering to the idea of how it would feel to capture you in his arms and kiss you right then and there…

'Sihtric!' Uhtred suddenly called out, pulling him from his nightly daydream, 'do not stop! Row! We have to make good use of these nights!'

'Yes, Lord!'

Sihtric gave you one last look, which you caught as you looked back over your shoulder and you gave him a sweet smile, to which he became visibly shy and averted his eyes. The Dane surely was a pleasure to look at, and you had already decided you were going to save him for last.

While you calmly observed the crew on board you noticed Uhtred was terribly frustrated and on edge, whereas Sihtric seemed to not be entirely present with his head, and therefore becoming a terrible oarsman. The ship, Fyrdraca she was called, was on her way to Northumbria. To Bebbanburg to be exact, where Uhtred was planning to claim back his birthright. 

The ship had left Wessex two days ago, and the sailings had gone all but smooth. Uhtred had gathered an impressive crew, but the daytime weather consisted of thick fog and no sunlight, which made it near impossible to keep a decent pace in the water as they were often left disoriented. And how the days were dark and gloomy, strangely enough the nights were crystal clear and cold. With hundreds of stars looking down at the magnificent ship and her crew while the moon guided the way through the waters. Uhtred was set on making use of those clear nights, commanding his crew to row at night and to rest during the day, which was unbeknownst to them a trap you had set up. And you were more than pleased to see they fell for it, slowly causing the men to feel more and more disorientated as day became night, and night became day.

'I told you,' Finan muttered to Uhtred while glaring at you from afar, 'you can't have a lady on board. It's bad luck.'

'She needed safe passage to Northumbria and in return promised she could guide us to the sea gate to get into the castle. My castle,' Uhtred argued, 'and I already made my offerings to the sea for having a woman on board.'

'Aye, the sea has been kind. But the weather?'

'I cannot control the weather, Finan,' Uhtred sighed as they watched the men row from the stern, 'we will have to live by night and sleep by day for now, until the weather clears up again.'

'It just makes no sense,' Beocca interrupted and dropped his oar, 'how can there be such thick fog during the day and none of that at night. I'm telling you,' he made a cross, 'You, Uhtred, are a cursed man.'

'He's been cursed since Skade,' Sihtric mumbled and felt a shiver run down his spine, then looked at you, 'so I'm sure she has nothing to do with our bad luck.'

'You and Uhtred,' Finan said as he looked at Sihtric, 'you are both bewitched by that lady over there,' he cocked his head towards you.

'As if you aren't,' Uhtred scoffed.

'She is a fair lady,' Finan then admitted with a grin.

'More than fair,' young Uhtred suddenly added, which caused the rest of the men on board to murmur in agreement and chuckle.

And you? You just smiled as you had caught every word each man had said. And not just that, you were also already familiar with each of their scent and the sound of the beating of their hearts. And you had already picked out your first prey, whom you would devour as you let the thick fog blind each man's sight aboard the Fyrdraca as soon as the sun would rise, and the men would go and find a spot to lay their head to rest.

No one understood how it had happened. The ship was large, yes, but not large enough to misplace one of their men while everyone was asleep. And yet it had happened, leaving everyone clueless as they looked for a nonexisting last trace of their missing crew member.

'He must have fallen overboard, Lord,' Sihtric suggested as the fog thinned and the moon crept higher up the sky.

'You think no one would have heard?' Uhtred frowned, 'he was a big man, I'm sure we would've heard something if he fell in the water. He can't even swim, surely he would have called for help.'

'I don't see what else could have happened,' Finan agreed with Sihtric, as did the rest of the men, 'maybe he went for a piss and lost his balance.'

'He knew his way around the ship,' Uhtred argued, 'it makes no sense.'

'God works in mysterious ways,' Beocca said, and together with young Uhtred he made a cross, 'may he rest in peace.'

Uhtred sighed and scratched his head as he looked around the ship, then spotted you sitting in the bow again like every other night before. He swore you weren't sitting there before, and yet it looked like you had been comfortably there for hours already, the way you sat back with your black cloak pooled around you.

'You,' Uhtred called out to you, 'woman!'

All the men looked at you, their faces a little more pale than usual in the light of the moon.

'Have you heard or seen anything?' Uhtred asked.

'Me?' you played dumb and feigned offence, 'why, no, I have not. You think I would not say such a thing?'

The men continued to stare at you, as if awaiting another answer that would explain how one of their men had disappeared while they had slept during the day.

'Look,' you said and got up on your feet, your dark cloak dancing lightly in the cool night's breeze, 'I am aware you all think that having a woman on a ship brings bad luck. But I can assure you I have nothing to do with that man's disappearance. I was asleep, like all of you I assume, I have not heard or seen a single thing.'

'Maybe you felt something?' Finan muttered.

The crew laughed, assuming along with Finan that maybe you were fooling around with some men for your pleasure. All of them laughed, except for Sihtric. He felt bad you were treated like a curse and seen as a whore, and he couldn't possibly look into your eyes while everyone mocked you.

'I beg your pardon?' you snapped, 'I wish to be treated with respect. So if you continue to look down on me simply because I am a lady, I will not be helping you find the sea gate anymore, you hear me?'

The laughter quickly died down and the men's faces grew grim as they knew they were relying on you to help Uhtred's foolish plan succeed.

'Well… you heard the lady,' Uhtred said after an uncomfortable silence, 'now, pick up your oars and row.' You glared at each and every man that had mocked you, deciding which one you disliked the most and would soon be at the receiving end of your fangs. Because indeed you had felt the man who had disappeared, just not in a way the crew could ever imagine. For you had only felt his blood run down your throat before you had pushed his drained body overboard. And no one ever heard or saw a thing, because without their knowledge, you were able to control them even in their sleep.

The men continued to row throughout the night, clearly frightened when bats suddenly seemed to appear nearby the ship. Finan didn't want to concern Uhtred more than he already was, so he sat down next to Sihtric who took a short break from the oar as he ate an apple, still trying to adjust to staying awake during the darkness of the night.

'Bats aren't supposed to be here,' Finan said, 'this far at sea.'

'I know,' Sihtric mumbled with his mouth full, trying to hide his fright.

'It is an omen,' Beocca believed, 'a bad one. I'm telling you… something is going to happen. Something bad.'

'I fear death will soon pay us another visit,' Sihtric said.

'If it is not already amongst us,' Finan whispered and looked at you from afar.

You sat at the bow again, your back turned towards the men yet hearing every word they whispered so quietly, and you smiled at the moon.

'You think she- she killed…,' Sihtric stopped talking and swallowed hard at the idea of you having anything to do with the death of their missing man.

'I don't know,' Finan replied, 'but something's wrong, and-'

'Stop scaring my crew, Finan,' Uhtred suddenly said behind them, which made them all jump slightly, 'and the rest of you,' he addressed those who had all dropped their oars to listen, 'row while the night is still clear.'

The men rowed until their arms went numb and the night became less dark, they rowed until the sun began to appear and you created a thick fog once again to shelter yourself from burning down to ashes in the rays of the sun's light. And as you knew that more men began to question who you were and why you were there, you decided to mingle amongst the men before they'd go to sleep. And so you sat with them as the fog became thicker and thicker…

You feigned interest in some of the drunken men's stories and songs, before most of them went to find their sleeping spot and hid away under their blankets. You noticed Finan was wary of you, while Beocca and young Uhtred kept their distance too. It was only Sihtric who came to sit closer when everyone else had gone to sleep and the sky had turned almost black with clouds, making it impossible for any natural light to pierce through.

'I've seen you watching me,' you smiled at Sihtric, instantly making him shy, 'it's okay. I've been watching you too.'

'Have you?'

'I have,' you purred and leaned in, 'how could I not be watching the most handsome man around?'

Sihtric chuckled nervously and cleared his throat, then attempted to speak but was left at a loss for words when you suddenly took his hand. His skin, so warm compared to yours, and you could hear his beating heart and the sound of his blood rushing through his veins as you inhaled his scent. You wanted nothing more than to sink your teeth into his tattooed neck, but you were still determined to save him for last. However, despite the fact you were planning on drinking his blood you did find yourself enjoying his company. 

And so you stayed up talking for hours while everyone else slept under your hypnosis, and you learned all about Sihtric and got familiar with his tender and loving ways of touching you and holding you. And when you eventually kissed his lips and used your powers to entrance him and fall into a deep sleep like the others had already done, you went to sniff out your next meal to feast on. And you drained the sleeping body of a man who had looked at you the wrong way earlier that day, when the men had all laughed at you. All, except for one, the one your silent heart unexpectedly started to warm for.

Men continued to go missing during the darkened days that followed, and the remaining crew became more frightened and distrusting of those still present aboard the Fyrdraca. Arguments and brawls would happen several times a day amongst the men, a way for each man to try and give their fear a place while trying to make sense of what was happening. The men started to suspect everyone, and one would be accused of murder at only the slightest misconception or if someone felt another man's behaviour was suddenly slightly off.

To not raise any suspicion and to keep your cover, you pretended to be terrified as well and sought safe harbour at Sihtric's side as he was, along with everyone else, still unaware of your true form and nature. Sihtric swore to protect you, with his hammer pendant clutched in his fist. You remained by his side during the clear nights, while the surviving men rowed, and you slept in his arms during the fogged up days after you had claimed yet another victim to feast on and discard in the sea once you were fed. You'd curl up in his arms and rest your head upon his chest, falling peacefully asleep to the sound of his beating heart.

And while the terror amongst the living grew, you only grew more powerful. And soon you would be able to set foot on land again.

You knew your time with Sihtric was running out as the ship was only half a day away from Bebbanburg. Your initial plan was to kill Sihtric, the same way you'd kill all of those left alive as soon as the Fyrdraca reached land again, and you'd then go on your way and slaughter every person in Bebbanburg. Because that was simply all you did; travelling from village to village and from town to town, killing people and feeding off them, leaving only a trail of death and decay in your wake. It was all you had known for centuries. 

But Sihtric had made you question your undead life, as you felt a comforting peace and calmness in his presence and most of all you felt seen and admired by him. You had grown to enjoy his company and to sleep in his arms the past few days, and having lived alone for so long made you fall in love hard and fast so easily, and yet it had still taken you by surprise. Falling in love with a human was not something you had even considered. Your ways would undoubtedly part once you reached the land, so you were determined to not waste the little time you had left him. So while the remaining few alive were dead asleep in the thick fog, you spent your time with Sihtric, who was still scared out of his mind as more and more men had vanished from the ship last time he had closed his eyes to get some sleep.

'Do not fear for what is out there, my darling,' you whispered and gently caressed his scarred cheek, 'I promise you are safe. Whatever is out there harming those poor men, it will never hurt you, my love.'

'But what if it hurts you?' Sihtric said softly, resting his forehead against yours as you both sat at the bow, embracing each other.

'It won't,' you reassured him, 'you will just have to trust me.'

Sihtric nodded to your words and then softly kissed your lips over and over again, until the need inside of him couldn't be stopped anymore and he grabbed your face to deepen the kiss. It was a kiss that left even a vampire such as yourself breathless, and from that moment you knew that you would do whatever it would take to protect him and his life. You would become his shadow, because you knew that living together would not be an option, but you would watch over him as his demoniacal guardian angel.

'Will you stay with me?' Sihtric asked, 'once we reach Bebbanburg? Will you stay and be mine?'

'I wish for that to be possible,' you whispered sadly, 'but there are things you do not know about me, Sihtric.'

'Are you married?'

'No,' you chuckled softly and pushed a strand of dark curls behind his ear, 'I am not married, my darling.'

'Then what is the problem?'

'There are things you won't understand,' you explained, 'things you are far better off not knowing about. Because I fear that if you do know everything about me, that you will not want me anymore. But I promise I will keep an eye on you, always,' you said as you fought your tears, 'I will always be closer than you think.'

You kissed his cheek and took his hands, squeezing them lightly while you looked up into his eyes.

'You have shown me how to be human again,' you smiled faintly, 'but… human is not what I am anymore.'

'I know,' Sihtric whispered, oblivious still, and he took your chin, 'for you are inhumanly beautiful, my love,' he smiled and kissed you again, 'you are a gift from the gods.'

You did not have the strength to break his heart and tell him that you were the most ungodly being, and so you kissed him back until you both fell asleep together on the ship for the last time, as thick fog protected you from the sun one more time. 

And for the first time in decades, you finally dreamt again while you were asleep; dreaming of a life with the man whose arms were tightly wrapped around you. Dreaming of a life that could never be.

At last, the moment you had been dreading arrived. It was night when the Fyrdraca came to a halt and you set foot on steady land again, after you had guided the ship to the dock.

'Aye, lady,' Finan said with a faint grin, 'I have misjudged you, thank you for your help.'

'I accept your apology,' you said with a curt nod.

You then gave the few men left the instructions to head to the gates, and you lied that you'd meet them again after the battle. You took Sihtric's hand as he attempted to join the crew as they left, but you stopped him so you could have one more moment with him, before you would simply become his haunting shadow in the night for evermore.

'Sihtric,' you whispered as he circled his arms around you, 'if we may never meet again after this day, I need you to know that-'

You were silenced by a sudden kiss, one you willingly drowned in while you fought the urge to bite his lip to get a taste of his deliciously sweet and warm blood you were still hungry for. It became harder to control your desire to drink and turn him, so you could be together for all eternity, even though the curse of being a vampire was not one you enjoyed passing on. But before you could act on your needs and desires, Sihtric broke the kiss and held your face in his hands.

'I love you,' Sihtric whispered, 'we will meet again, I promise. But you cannot go with us now, it may not be safe. You were only here to guide us the way, and we now know where to go. Wait here, my love, wait here and I will come back for you.'

Before you could say anything or declare your own love for him, the man of your dreams had already slipped out of your hands and disappeared into the darkness of the cave that led into the walls of Bebbanburg's fortress.

You paced back and forth for a moment, wanting to listen to Sihtric and flee into the night, but you also couldn't deny your hunger anymore as you had travelled all this way to slaughter just another town, and now you were here. You would continue with your plan and just spare Sihtric, you told yourself, and with that promise in mind you snuck into the damp cave.

The heavy black gate had already been lifted when you arrived, the stone corridor being eerily empty and quiet. But the further you walked, the more noise you started to hear. And once you were peeking out from the shadows and looking into the crowded town's square, you witnessed Uhtred and his men being captured. You heard the arguments between Uhtred and a man named Wihtgar, who claimed to be the rightful heir of Bebbanburg. And soon you heard the bone chilling cry from Uhtred when Beocca was suddenly killed while giving his life for young Uhtred. And shortly after that the air was filled with the shouting of men and the clashing of swords and axes on shields and armour. You watched in disbelief for a long moment as men were brutally murdered and captured, for this was not how you had expected the people in this town to die.

And then you finally allowed your vampire tendencies to come out, as the smell of blood lingered in the air. You moved faster than any man could possibly comprehend as you slaughtered those who fought against Sihtric and those he was loyal to himself. You drained body after body before you heard a cry for help from Sihtric, and you instantly dropped the dead man you held in your arms to make your way to the man you had fallen in love with. You found Sihtric to be gravely wounded as it began to rain, and he desperately tried to stop the bleeding by pushing his hands on the gaping wound on his leg. You knelt down and took his hands, the amount of blood pouring out made your mouth water for a taste, merely a drop would do, but you violently shook your head and tried to focus on the fact that his life was leaking out of him.

'H-help,' Sihtric gasped as he clamped onto you, 'please,' he begged and managed to point towards his axe which was out of reach for him.

'No,' you cried as his blood drenched your cloak along with the rain, 'no, you will not die. I can… I can save you, Sihtric.'

'We both know,' he breathed heavily and lightly shook his head, 'that this wound is… it's fatal.'

'I promise I can save you,' you whispered as you leaned in and caressed his blood splattered face, 'your life will never be the same again, but we could be together… we could be together forever. We will have eternal life together, I promise.'

Sihtric stared up at you, the light in his mismatched eyes slowly fading while he tried to grasp your words amidst the chaos that surrounded you. Sihtric did not fear death, but he did fear dying without a weapon in hand, which is exactly what he knew would happen if he did not give you that faint nod of approval to save him as you said you could, no matter the consequences. Anything was better than being trapped in Helheim for the rest of his afterlife, and having eternal life with you somehow sounded just as peaceful as Valhalla to him, if not more.

'I love you,' you whispered and kissed your forehead.

'I love you,' Sihtric murmured, barely conscious anymore.

And so… Sihtric closed his eyes as you held him in your arms, ready to be yours forever. And a sharp breath escaped his parted lips as your teeth finally sank into his neck to drain his blood, before you would feed him yours in return.

[knight-of-flowerss]

MEMENTO MORI

'REMEMBER YOU WILL DIE'

Sub!Jacaerys Velaryon x Witch!Reader

Smut! MDNI! 18+!

It’s finally here ya'll!!

Synopsis: Your relationship with the crown is wearing thin. You once lived in peace, being left alone by everyone, but the more King Viserys grows weak, the more hate is coming your way. You are stationed, imprisoned in the Red Keep until your execution but a certain Prince's curiosity leads him to you.

Masterlist

Reader is not described in anyway other than being afab but in my head I'm thinking Skade from TLK would suit this fic. Also Jace will look like season 2 Jace but it kinda takes place in season 1 (idk man)

being a witch was difficult. Here i am standing trial in the throne room, everyone's eyes upon me. lord otto hightower took it upon himself to take the kings place while he is bed ridden.

i have shackles around my wrists, ankles and neck, held by three different knights.

"how do you plead to the crimes of witchcraft?" otto's voice bounces off the walls in a booming manner.

"it depends lord. what type of witchcraft do you mean?" i say with a cold face, if i ever let any emotions crack through they would eat me up then and there.

otto is clearly irritated by my response, "witchcraft against the crown." , "not guilty. i have lived peacefully, detached from society.. my relationship with the crown has been as pure as a virgin.. does the king know you are doing this?…"

"the king is sick so i assume the position as hand to handle the court." he snaps back, cocky and superior. his daughter, alicent, glares at me. She was a daughter of the seven so she had a right to be wary of me..

"then as hand you should know that there is a legally binding scroll saying that we are to live in harmony until the day i die. you cannot execute me. If you do, it would be you who is on trial for crimes against the crown." i reply, cocking my head slightly as i stare into his eyes.

otto basically had steam coming out of his ears, absolutely seething, "you shall be kept in the red keep. it will be up to the people if we execute you."

the guards yanked the chains that hold me, violently dragging me to the red keep. as i turn to walk, i make eye contact with a certain bastard.

i pace around the empty room, my shackles had been taken off and i had been allowed free roam in the small room.

i look out the barred window and watch people point and look up, whispering and giggling. they were going to choose to execute me, i am sure of it.

my head turns slightly to the door as the doorknob jiggles, it slowly creaks opens as the candles flicker and obscure the visitor.

a young princeling peeks his head through slowly. scared and hesitant. "speak boy."

i glare at him as he takes in a sharp breath, just staring at me. i bite the inside of my lip in anger before shouting, scaring the poor boy, "speak!"

he jumps slightly, "are-.. are you a witch?.." he mutters quickly, looking at me before darting his eyes down to the floor.

"i have done no crimes to be seen as witchcraft. i help the ill. herbs and spices. that is all… and I also have dreams." i say as i tilt my head, leaning my head forward and bending my body down, trying to scare him.

he eyes me weirdly, scared of what i could do, "you lie, i have heard what they say about you. you dream yes, but you also practice witchcraft."

"believe it if you want, i do not care." i slowly walk towards him, swaying my hips as my eyes are tracked on him. "are you scared of me, boy?.."

he stares at me, puffing his chest out, trying to stand his ground. "no. why would i ever be scared of you? you are no threat now."

i smirk at him, my teeth peeking through my lips, "i can be.. if i really want to be.." i take a fast step forward, shocking him. he jumps back slightly and puts his hand on a presumed, sheathed dagger.

"you are scared of me.. aww, it's a pity. i was hoping you wouldn’t be." my lips pout in a mocking way, i'm a few steps from the prince.

"who are you? i know you are a princeling, you carry yourself like one." i eyes him up and down. "i am jacaerys velaryon, son of laenor velaryon and princess rhaenyra targaryen, soon to be queen. i am rider of vermax and the next in line to the throne after my mother."

"ah.. the heir.. soon you shall be king, i have dreamt it.. a good king too.." i eye him up, my gaze going from his veiny hand that grasps a concealed dagger at his hip, that could curl around my neck, to his curly mop of hair that structures his face, that i could tug on. his nose is large, big enough to ride. his lips are pouty, soft enough to kiss. he is gorgeous.

he shuffles slightly, uncomfortable from my predatory gaze. "you are prettier than any woman.. your babes shall be beautiful." i walk towards him, he backs up. We continue this until he hits the wall and i leer in front of him.

i chuckle maniacally, loving how he is clearly scared of me but is still gripping his dagger like he shall un-sheath it and strike it through my heart.

"my body shivers when you are near.." my breath hits his cheek as his big, brown eyes stare at me, like a little baby deer. "my heart is beating so fast… you, my prince, are making my body betray me.." a grin spreads across my face, staring at every inch of his beautiful face.

he swallows, nervous. his adam's apple bobs as the saliva glides down his throat. "my cunt is soaking with mine own arousal, your grace.." jacaerys' eyes widen, basically bulging out of his skull. he splutter out a few random letters before whimpers softly.

my face is close to his as he whimpers, my eyes close as my mouth moves open to gasp softly before grinning and laughing. gods.. he sounded fucking gorgeous.

"you're the sweetest little thing i've ever seen, prince jacaerys velaryon." the sultry tones he quite literally drips off my tongue as my face grows nearer to his.

my hand move up slowly, as to not attract his attention. i reach up and cup him through his trousers, which makes him visibly still and a sharp inhale be taken in.

"get off me.. witch." he pants out as he tries to pull back but there is no space to escape, "you say that as if it is an insult…" my tongue darts out to lay flat on his cheek as he trembles slightly at the feeling.

"let me please you, my prince.." i grin against his cheek, grounding my hand down against his crotch, feeling him harden beneath my palm. jacaerys is frozen in place, not knowing what to do as he stares at me with widened eyes.

i move my nimble fingers to unlace his trousers, sneaking my hand into his breeches. his breath hitches as he turns his head slightly to look into my eyes, pools of darkness that invite him to sin.

my fingers finally brush against his soft tip as he gasps softly, his eyes fluttering shut. "stop it witch..." he grunts out as i slip my fingers around his sensitive tip, teasing him. "i do not believe you wish me to... lying is frowned upon in high society, is it not?"

jacaerys just grunts in response, it was obvious the young princeling had never felt the touch of a woman before, but he wasn't panicked by the sensation which i could only assume meant that he had indulged in his own pleasures before.

i retract my hand from his breeches, taking away all touch to his spongey tip. he tried to disguise it but i heard a soft whimper come from his lips at the loss of contact. "i think that a witch deserves one last night of pleasure before her death, don't you, jacaerys?" he pouts, yet it is unclear if he pouted at the idea or because his name slid off my tongue in the most sultry way i could, like a siren in the ocean.

when i hear no response, it aggravates me. i reach my hand up to grip at his softly ringlets, yanking them as he yelps, "i said, i think i deserve one last night of pleasure before my execution, do you believe that too?" i growl through gritted teeth next to his ear.

jacaerys hesitated before he nodded pitifully. i grin before i push him down, he seems confused before he follows my lead, kneeling infront of me.

i practically moan at the sight of him on his knees, staring up at me with those big, brown puppy eyes. he is the most gorgeous man alive.

i move my hand from his curls to grip his chin, tilting his head up, "i think we should put this mouth to good use.."

his bottom lip practically trembles in anticipation as he stares back up at me. a sly grin graces my face as my other hand moves to my tattered skirts, gripping them and moving them up.

my smooth skin gets slowly revealed to the young princeling. my calf… then my knee… and then my thigh…

his eyes flicker from my eyes to my thigh, his breathing growing more harsh, his chest moving up and down in a more visible way.

subconsciously, his head gravitates slowly towards my thigh, pressing his cheek to my warm skin. a small whimper comes from his lips as he nuzzles his cheek further into the inside of my thigh.

his chapped lips grazes my skin, tickling me slightly. i move my hand that was on his chin to the side of his face, stroking his cheek softly with my thumb.

his beautiful eyes are hidden from my view as his eyelids flutter shut, his long eyelashes stroking his under eye slightly.

the fingers that are gripping my skirt move to the centre of my skirts, tugging it up to my stomach, revealing my bare cunt to the prince.

when he opens his eyes, his pupils dilate, his big doe eyes returning. the sweet aroma of my slick draws him in, leaning forward and pressing his nose into my cunt, the bump of his rugged nose pressing into my clit.

the hand resting on his cheek moves to the back of his neck, my fingers fumbling with his curly baby hairs as i grin down at jacaerys on his knees.

his plush lips kiss my lips softly, my slick sticking to them making him lick his lips.

unsure of what he is doing, he just follows his guts, messily kiss and sucking my sweet slick. at one point, the ridge of his nose moves a certain way into my clit, making a soft moan slip from my lips.

quickly clocking onto it, he moved up, moving his lips to my pearl and experimentally putting his tongue on my throbbing nub.

i bite my lip, a sickening grin adorning my face as i close my eyes.

jacaerys' hands travel to his trousers, gripping his throbbing cock, grinding into his own hand.

he tries to speed up the pace of his tongue, trying to give me pleasure, basking in the taste of the forbidden gardens. he messily and hastily flicks his tongue against my clit, whining into my cunny as he humps his fist faster.

my hips move on their own accord, grinding against his face as i feel my release nearing while his own was festering in his breeches.

his eyes are squeezed shut as a broken whimper breaks through, his cock throbbing as he spills into his breeches.

not giving the fucked out prince a break, i swing my leg over his shoulder, moving my hand to the back of his head.

I quickly move my hips against his face, rocking them so my clit graces his beautiful nose as i teeter on the edge of my release.

doubling-over, the knot in my belly unravels. as my legs shake and moans spill from my lips, jacaerys hurriedly moved his mouth closer, lapping up my release with a satisfied hum.

after a small time, he continues to lap at my cunt. i have to push the eager prince away, he is easily overstimulating me without even releasing it.. so innocent..

jacaerys looks up at me, his eyes glossed over. i gather the spit in my mouth before i tug his head back, causing him to gasp softly and his lips to part.

I hurriedly spit into his mouth, it catches on his bottom lip, dripping down as his instinctively swallows and licks his lips.

my knees bend, moving to sit atop his lap. my knees caged him in, on either side of his thighs. jacaerys himself is still kneeling on the ground, the hard and cold stone floor digging into his kneecaps.

big brown eyes bore into mine as he stares at me with a lovesick gaze. his hands move to the tops of my thighs, barely grazing them, unsure if he should touch me or not.

my patience had ran out, fingers moving in between us and unlacing his trousers and breeches, his swollen cock being released and slapping his leather covered abdomen.

he whimpers at the feeling of his tip grazing the coolness of the leather. precum dribbles down from his tip, his cock twitching from the cold air and anticipation.

my hand hastily grabs his length, moving my hips up to hover over him and sinking down. i had laid with many men during my time, so the usual uncomfortableness for many women is barely present.

but jacaerys had never had the touch of a women, he'd never been inside a cunt before.

having only came a few moment before, jacaerys cries into my shoulder, moving his head to look up at me. his eyes brows are furrowed, lips parted and downturned and the look in his eyes is pitiful.

but i wasn't here to care about the sensitivity of the prince, no… i'm taking the virginity of the future king.. i will haunt him until the day he dies… he will want no other woman other than me.

i quickly move my hips, dragging them up and down his cock slowly, spreading my slick along his length. he whines into the air pathetically, his eyes clenching shut as he bites his lip hard.

his hands move from grazing my thighs to be splayed across my lower back, his short nails digging into my skin.

warm walls clench around his length as he presses his face into my covered breasts, letting every noise spill from his lips and being muffled by the fabric.

my head leans backwards, my hair dangles in the air as i moan and gasp.

my arms rest on his shoulders, my hands gripping his hair, digging into his scalp.

my hips move faster as i feel him throb inside me, his noises growing louder and louder.

biting my lip as i smile, enjoying the feeling of fucking the innocent young prince. who knew the next king would be so submissive for a witch?..

as he grows nearer his release, his hands press me forward, keeping me close to him as his teeth sinks into the fabric covering my chest, biting hard on my breast.

his blunt nails rake up and down my back as i basically hump him. but as the knot in his belly slowly comes undone, he moves his arms up, hooking them under my armpits and his nails dig into my shoulder.

with a pathetic cry he spills inside me, twitching and throbbing as he paints my walls white with his seed.

my eyes roll into the back of my head, clenching around him as my release comes crashing down without a warning, making the overstimulated jacaerys whimper and cry, tears rolling down his freckled cheek.

after a little while of sitting like that, i lift myself off of him, earning a whine off him.

his seed drips out of me and he pants, his head very slowly looking up before quickly moving to the side as my hand quickly strikes his cheek, the sting of the slap covering his whole cheek.

"i will plague your mind as you seek pleasure in other women… i will plague your mind as you fuck your future wife with your seed… i will plague your mind as you make every decision for the seven kingdoms… you will never forget me princeling…" i whisper into his ear.

"memento mori.." i kiss the shell of his ear softly before dissipating away.

the king wakes up in his bed, his wife, Baela, sleeping next to him peacefully, her swollen belly is visible underneath the furs and blankets. the witch was right.. she would always haunt him.

tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom @benjinotes @ericasabe

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Shameless Wonder

Pairing: Osferth (The Last Kingdom) x f!reader Warnings: Canon typical violence, religious guilt, angst, smut. Individual warnings applied to each chapter.

Summary: When a young woman's father is killed following Skade's attack on the priests of Alton, Osferth agrees to take responsibility for her, feeling a need to protect a fellow Christian. However, the longer they travel together the deeper they have each other questioning their faith.

Part One: Deathless Death Part Two: Crawl Home to Her Part Three: All Things End

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[misguidedasgardian]

I JUST HAS THE MOST SINFUL THOUGHT ABOUT UHTRED X FINAN X OSFERTH X SIHTRIC X SEER!READERRRR

Help meeee

So… remember the first season when Iseault showed up? She was a virgin… and they kept her like that so she could still had her visions…

Well… now in season three they don’t find Skade… they find Reader, who is scared by uhtred… he takes her prisoner and she says she will curse him…

Following the logic of what he knows… (that reader admits she has never been touched by a man) he thinks he has to defile her to break the curse 😏

And what better to make sure of it that make his pretty boys take their turn as well?

Starts with dub con but reader wants it then! She is not a bad witch only a scared defenseless witch! Muahaha

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐔𝐛𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: a long awaited cross over that I promised months ago.. please do not hate me! Also, Danes = vikings, but the word viking is also a verb. So, you could say 'Hey Ma I'm off to go viking!'.

Saxons = those from England

Celts are an umbrella term for Native Britons who were here before the Saxons.

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

It didn't make sense.

Ubbe's shoes walked the length of the boat and back again. Creaking wherever he put his feet, the wind was howling. Even during the day. With the sun high in the sky; not that he could see it.

None of the men or women could see more than five feet in front of them. Once he, along with two other ships left Kattegat, the mist had surrounded them.

Ubbe had the mind to turn back, but he couldn't see the shorline of Kattegat. Only the thick whirls of fog surrounding the boats.

What would have been a long journey, was shortened to mere seconds. And Ubbe was in a place he did not wish to be.

It was a place where his father had died. Where a many great Viking men had died.

But something was different. The time, Ubbe knew it; years had passed somehow. Many, many years. And when he took 4 men into a tavern to investigate, he asked and was told.

Ubbe and his men had gone through 100 years on the water.

・Life had gotten better since Uhtred and his men frequented your village - hell, everywhere had gotten better; not only were the raids less and less.

・But safety and hope were two words that Uhtred of Bebbanberg gave the people

・Well, Uhtred along with his three men - Finan, Sihtric & Osferth.

・You always had a crush on Finan. His Irish charm and humour always brightened your day.

・But he had never ventured for more than conversation and company

・You thought he must have an eye on someone else, but news never reached your ears about anyone else.

・And then something happened.

・Two ships full of Danes had washed on Englands' shores. It was not like any other raid. The Danes spoke differently, their weapons seemed old and the way they dressed was so ... incredibly different to the Danes you all knew

・Where did they come from? Why hadn't any other Dane claimed to know them? And why couldn't they point to where they were from on a map?

・These thoughts plagude you for days. You did your chores and you thought about it, you cooked and cleaned - and thought about it.

・However, curiosity won out and you snuck into the woods to get a better look at the semi-prisoners.

・One man caught your eye instantly.

・And he ...

・He was ... beautiful.

・Outlandishly so, you hadn't seen such a man and with so many unique tattoos...

・His hair was long and braided, parts shaved on the sides and you were taken aback.

・A blush creeping so bright you swore he would be able to see you in the dark - like a beacon of sorts

・But a body had bumped against your own, a hand over your mouth. You bit down - hard and Osferth hissed

"Ow!" He said, trying to keep his voice low as he flung his hand about in pain.

"Well don't do that!" You whispered incredulously.

"What are you staring at?" whispered Osferth, crouching down and following your line of sight.

"No-nothing, nothing, stop it-"

"Ooh got your eye on somethin' then?" he mocked.

・You rolled your eyes and pushed him. He caught your arm and hoisted himself up, catching you against him in the process.

・This back and forth behaviour was normal between you and Osferth. As soon as you met, it had started.

・He knows about your feelings for Finan, and has helped you to gain his attention time and time again

・The only failure in this was the fact that he didn't want to put you at risk. Finan couldn't bear to have you as some sort of target.

・But god did that change when Ubbe started talking to you.

・You decided to help around with the new Danes

・Your skills were highly renound and useful no matter who you were with

・Ubbe did everything he could to get your attention and soon Finan became a shell of his witty self.

・Grouchy and sensitive, Finan couldn't stop watching the two of you interract.

"I mean wha' does she see in 'im??"

"- Finan, please-" Uhtred interjected, trying to calm him down. He did not calm down.

"Just tell her how you feel-" Sihtric exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

"I - I cannot."

"You cannot what?" You said coming up behind him, the trees and darkness hiding you easily.

・From that day on you and Finan were together, but the subject of Ubbe hung loosely in the air.

・However, your relationship was changed because of Ubbe. Who shocked both you and Finan.

"It is true, I want you. But I want both of you. The funny one as well."

・Finan gulped.

・Your relationship is very loving. It truly is.

・There's a lot of PDA

・But even more affection when people aren't around

・Like casually sitting on each other's laps

・Forehead Touches

・The union between all three of you created something. It was peace.

・Peace settled over the group, a sense of ease becoming easier and easier to grasp.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Shut Up” (You) x “Make Me” (Ubbe) x “Just Kiss Already.” (Finan)

Found Family

Intuitive & Attentive (Finan) x Restless & Flirty (Ubbe) x Witty & Intuitive (You)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Intertwined Destinies

Love Transcending Boundaries

Legacy and Legend

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Scotland by the BBC Scottish Symphony Orchestra

Golden Years by David Bowie

To Bring You My Love by PJ Harvey

[whitedarkmoonflower]

Little Seer

Pairing: Sihtric x reader(female) x Finan

Authors note: there was something in the air again 😅 Brainstorming and writing together with the talented and amazing @little-diable is an absolute pleasure. Thank you so much for co-writing this little story with me! 💖💖💖

Warnings: SMUT 18+, a bit of angst, the usual things

Summary: as if being Skade's sister wasn't challenge enough, you are faced with an impossible choice between two warriors, competing over your heart

Word Count: 4,8 K

You closed your eyes and inhaled the cool, crisp morning air. A fleeting aroma of freshly baked bread wafted toward you, evoking a vivid memory of work-worn hands kneading dough on a high table, so tall that your nose barely reached its surface.

"Go fetch your sister," a soft voice urged, and you giggled as a finger touched your nose, leaving a white flour mark on it.

"Skade, Skade, where are you? Mom is baking bread," you called out cheerfully, your voice ringing through the yard like a bright, joyful stream. Your small feet carried you from one building to the next.

"Shhh, what are you doing? Stop yelling! You just scared all my spirits away," an irritated hiss made you freeze in your tracks as your lively, smiling eyes met two stormy, piercing blue ones. Your face twisted into a mocking grimace as you stuck out your tongue at your sister. Her giggle was soft and sparkling, reminiscent of a tiny bell's chime, as she took your hand and you both skipped joyfully back to the house.

Long before the big wooden gates of Dunholm creaked open to welcome the small traveling party, you had already known she was approaching Dunholm. The runes never lied to you. Bound by the same blood and the same divine gift, your destinies were intricately woven together in a delicate tapestry of love and hate. You knew you couldn’t escape each other and  no matter how hard you tried to defy this fate, you had always failed.

Your palm tightened around the shaft of the Nithstang you had crafted tonight, wet and sticky with the warm blood dripping down your fingers, as you forced your eyes open. Your steps, steady and resolute, carried you to the small paddock across the inner yard, now a makeshift prison.

"Release him!" Your voice, edged with a metallic tone, carried a hint of the anger simmering deep within you. Something stirred in the shadows at the back, and a silhouette began to move closer to the bars. Two familiar, deep pools of dazzling blue met your gaze.

"You know I won't," a challenge danced on the plush lips curved into a smirk. "You should know me better by now, little sis."

"Don't make me use my power against you," you warned, your breath forming small clouds of mist as you spoke, casting a shimmering, translucent veil over your sister's face and giving it a mysterious glow.

"You wouldn't dare," Skade smirked, tilting her head defiantly.

"You leave me no choice," you replied, not with anger but with a surge of resolve. With a loud cry, you swung the Nithstang high into the air, driving it deep into the ground to face the place where your sister was imprisoned.

Your love for her was deeply rooted in every fibre of your being, yet you despised the monster she had become, transformed by power-hungry men who sought to use her for their own ascension. It was this profound care for her, this need to protect her even from herself, that had driven you to carve the ancient runes into the wood under the cover of night. The power of love was stronger than the power of hate, yet your sister, as mighty as she might be, still failed to recognize this simple truth.

Fear and caution had long been your constant companions, often mingled with respect, but genuine fascination and appeal seldom visited your life. You struggled to suppress your smile as you constantly felt two pairs of eyes almost burning into your back each time when you turned away.

The dark brown eyes exuded warmth, strength, and protectiveness, creating a comforting presence that seemed to envelop you each time you entered the great hall. The peculiar, mismatched eyes sparkled with mischief and curiosity, radiating a sense of possessiveness. They darted around the room, absorbing every detail, as if laying claim to every word you spoke and every move you made.

An Irish-accented voice, rich and booming, reached you near the stream just as you were about to lift the heavy buckets brimming with water. "May I help you?"

"Thank you, that's very kind," you replied with a smile, watching the sturdy, well-built Irishman effortlessly lift your load and nod for you to lead the way.

To break the somewhat awkward silence, you inquired, "How's Lord Uhtred?"

"He's well, thanks to you, lady. On the way here, I had my doubts he'd even make it," the warrior replied, his voice thick with genuine worry and care. The soothing quality of his words made you turn and cast a warm smile back at him while noticing his shoulders straighten and his eyes light up with a friendly glow.

Having seen him spar before, it was clear that beneath his somewhat soft and pappy shell lay a core of steel, marked by agility and resolve.

"Lady, I was looking for you..." greeted a cheerful voice accompanied by a bright smile at the steps before your hut. "I... I was riding out the horses, and there, in the meadow, I thought of you when I saw these," stammered the young, handsome Dane, revealing a bouquet of wildflowers he had been hiding behind his back. His gaze quickly shifted to his feet.

The bouquet was not a mere haphazard cluster; it was artfully arranged—a vibrant swirl of colours with bright yellow flowers at the centre, gently transitioning to soft pink and white ones around the edges, framed by green leaves.

"They are beautiful, thank you so much, Sihtric," you said, your eyes widening in surprise. Your fingers lightly brushed against his as you accepted the flowers, inhaling their sweet scent. A muffled scoff from behind made you bury your face deeper into the bouquet to hide your amused smirk upon seeing Finan roll his eyes in annoyance.

"Lady, let me..." Sihtric hurriedly ascended the few steps and swung the door open for you, you stepped inside and Sihtric followed you, letting the door close just before Finan could enter. You turned to him with a surprised smile and, hearing Finan’s disgruntled curse behind the door, Sihtric quickly opened it again to let in the visibly annoyed Irishman.

"Please put the buckets there," you directed, pointing to a wooden bench in the corner while turning to fetch a vase for the flowers from the cupboard.

The sound of shuffling feet and muffled murmurs behind you indicated that both warriors were hesitant to leave. As you turned to face them, Finan spoke first, "I... I placed the buckets on the bench... I..." He scratched the back of his head, his eyes darting around the room, seemingly searching for something to say.

"Oh, your door is half ajar; it needs fixing," Sihtric suddenly exclaimed. "I'll fetch some tools and be right back."

"You've never held a hammer and nail in your life, you don’t even know what they look like, and now you want to pretend you can fix a door?" Finan scoffed, clearly upset he hadn’t noticed the issue first.

Sihtric hurried off to fetch the tools, leaving Finan behind, still bristling from the earlier mishap and determined not to be outdone by the young Dane. “I can fix that just fine without his help,” Finan muttered, eyeing the slightly ajar door as if it were a direct challenge to his capabilities.

When Sihtric returned, he clumsily carried a bundle of tools wrapped in cloth. Finan was already examining the door, squinting critically. “Here, let me show you how it’s done,” Sihtric announced with a confident swagger, setting the bundle down with a thud.

The two warriors stood side by side, peering at the assortment of tools, which included a couple of misshapen awls and a few worn hammers. “This one looks about right,” Sihtric said, picking up an awl with an uncertain glance.

“That’s not how you hold it, give it here,” Finan scoffed, snatching the tool and holding it upside down. You watched, amused, as they fumbled, each trying to outdo the other with bravado that was clearly unfounded.

“Here, you need to tighten the hinges,” Sihtric suggested.

“No, the alignment’s off. It needs a new hole,” Finan countered, eyeing the frame as if he could will it into compliance.

Sihtric attempted to use a hammer, gently tapping around the hinge as if coaxing it to tighten by itself. Meanwhile, Finan, now wielding an awl, tried to carve a new hole in the wood, his efforts resulting in a crooked and unnecessary indentation.

The result was a door that hung even more awkwardly than before. 

“You know, maybe we should just ask the carpenter in the village,” Sihtric finally conceded, stepping back to examine their handiwork, which looked worse than when they started.

Finan, though reluctant to admit defeat, nodded in agreement. “Let’s just say woodworking isn’t our calling,” he said, chuckling awkwardly.

You couldn’t help but laugh at their earnest but bungled efforts, appreciating the entertainment, if not the craftsmanship. “I think that’s wise,” you agreed, still smiling. “But thank you both for trying. It’s the thought that counts, right?”

Everything went quiet suddenly, with just shy glances and nervous shuffling of feet filling the air. It was getting awkward, but it was obvious neither warrior wanted to leave. The question in their eyes was so clear and so charming that this time, you couldn't help but let a grin slip.

Their fondness for you was apparent, neither attempting to conceal it, as they'd been playfully fighting for your attention for a week now, and you'd be lying if you said you weren’t enjoying it. The two warriors were as different as fire and water, their contrasting energies sparking against each other with every word and gesture. 

You really appreciated how Finan always looked out for you, always there to lend a hand, careful and attentive. His support was rock solid, his eyes always warm, and he never missed a chance to gently tease you.

Then there was Sihtric, with his wild, spontaneous streak that drew you in just as much. He’d show up at all sorts of odd times with flowers, or suddenly appear at your hut with a huge smile and a basket full of goodies, just because he’d found the perfect spot on a nearby hill to catch the sunset. No matter how tired you were, his laughter and sheer joy were contagious, always managing to sweep you up in another adventure.

Both warriors truly brightened up your life, even helping you momentarily forget the deep worry your sister's presence constantly evoked. As time passed, it was clear Uhtred was committed to his decision to stay with his brother, which only seemed to make the boys more hopeful whenever they looked your way. But what really amazed you was something quite rare, something you hadn’t seen before—even with their ongoing competition for your attention, their friendship didn’t waver—not even a bit.

They were both waiting for you to make a choice between them. And honestly, as much as you wanted to decide, making up your mind just seemed impossible.

Stars were twinkling in the sky as you rolled your head back, letting the river run through your hair as you took your bath. Darkness wrapped itself around you like a veil, hidden from the drunken men you didn’t want to cross paths with, the nosy fighters who’d give a lot for a good look at your naked frame. 

Your body had ached as you found your way down to the river, desperate for some moments alone, away from the confusion of being close to Sihtric and Finan pushed through you and the confusion your sister managed to push through your veins with every rising of the sun. It was a steady back and forth you should be all too used to by now. 

“Here’s good!” The raspy voice echoed through the air, dripping with his Irish accent while forcing your eyes away from the sky to watch the two men walk closer. For a moment, you didn’t move, letting your curious eyes watch the two as you waited for them to notice you. But Finan and Sihtric kept undressing, not picking up on your closeness just now.

“It’s not very honourable of you to disturb a woman’s bath, now is it?” Humour flushed through you as you spoke the word, chasing the protection the dark water offered. Only your head and throat were visible, hiding the body both Finan and Sihtric had been imagining the past days, chasing highs with their minds solemnly focused on you. 

“Apologies, lady.” SIhtric stumbled over his words, drawing a loud laugh from you as you kept on watching them. 

“Would you mind some company?” It was a bold question the Irishman asked, knowing that this could take an ugly turn. Perhaps it was the mead flushing through your system, perhaps it was the thrilling coldness of the river, whatever it was, it forced your mouth open once again, giving room to your words rolling off your tongue. 

“If you can behave, I wouldn’t mind your company, no.” The hum leaving Finan seemed to snap Sihtric out of his trance, averting his gaze as the two kept undressing. For some more seconds, you allowed yourself to study their muscular frames, a sight that left you trembling with heat pooling between your thighs before you eventually let your eyes wander back up to the sky. 

“It’s a beautiful sight, aye.” Finan’s voice wrapped itself around you as he moved closer, marvelling at the starry sky. Even though you kept your eyes focused on the sky, you couldn’t help but focus on the heat he emanated – a heat that only grew stronger as Sihtric also stepped towards you. “But we are fortunate men, us two, we don’t have to look that far for a beautiful sight.”

The words left you laughing, unable to bite down your smile as you turned towards the two men. Mischief was swimming in their pupils, it seemed as if whatever back-and-forth they had felt between one another had found some end, a compromise perhaps. Whatever it was, it drew them even closer, giving you the chance to pull away before overstepping any boundaries 

“Others may no longer respect your honour if they see you here with us, lady.” Sihtric’s husky voice was about to draw a moan out of you, reminding you of the words you had imagined them to speak as you had chased your high just this morning, thinking of these two warriors now caging you between their bodies. 

“And why is that?” Slowly, you rose, exposing your naked chest to Finan, who was standing in front of you. You felt Sihtric tugging himself against your back, with his tensed abs pressing into your soft skin, with his hardening cock pressed against your behind. An unfamiliar heat took over, guiding your every moment – you were about to slip up, about to give in while your mind was silenced. And for the first time, you were alright with letting go, diving head-first into an adventure you had been dreaming of for days. 

Sihtric’s hands found your waist, keeping you pressed to him as Finan’s warm hand cupped your cheek. You could feel their breaths teasing your skin, making you feel as if you were their sacrifice, one with the fire they were about to toss you into, leaving you trembling and aching – all because of them. 

“Once you lose your honour to us, we won’t let you go again, little lady.” You scoffed at the nickname Finan used for you, a sound that was turned into a moan as Sihtric’s fingers danced down your stomach, finding their way to your pulsing bundle. The moan that clawed through you had nothing human-like to it, torn between a warrior’s cry and an animalistic growl. A sound so sinful, you felt both men chuckle; a chuckle of victory; a chuckle of excitement. 

Tonight you were theirs. Tonight you wouldn’t break free from their grasp. Not tonight. 

“Oh, gods.” The words clawed through you as Sihtric’s fingers began to move in circular motions, rubbing your bundle of nerves just enough to make the hairs at the back of your neck rise. It felt as if you were trapped by some kind of spell, chaining you to these two men who explored your body with their lips. Finan’s beard scratched your skin as he kissed your throat, dipping his head down to find your hardening nipples, all while Sihtric’s teeth teased the spot where your shoulder met your neck. 

“No gods will answer your prayers tonight, pretty lady. For now, you’re ours to play with.” Sihtric’s raspy words were about to push you over the edge, chasing your release without feeling either one of them buried deep inside of you yet. You were desperate for more, torn between different sensations that left you trembling and aching for more. 

“I want you, please.” It was pathetic almost how needy you were, too far in to pick up on the sly grin tugging on Finan’s lips, wordlessly communicating with Sihtric. 

“How do you want us?” Finan’s lips teased yours, not kissing you fully, as if he was giving you a chance to pull away. But nothing could pull you from these two, not tonight at least. Sihtric tightened his grip on you as you kept quiet, adding more pressure to his moving fingers, toying with your pulsing bundle. 

“Speak when you’re asked to, don’t play any games.” You choked on your gasps at Sihtric’s demanding command, leaving you shuddering between them. 

“Both of you, I don’t care how, I just need you.” Within moments you were shifted around, pressed down on a nearby stone to balance your body as Finan positioned himself behind you. You were close to passing out, letting your racing heart guide you as your glassy eyes wandered down Sihtric’s muscular front, straight to his twitching cock. The Dane positioned himself in front of you, fingers pulling your hair together to draw your mouth closer to him. 

“Who are we to deny a pretty lady’s wish, huh?” Finan pushed into you without another warning, tearing another moan from you that was silenced by Sihtric’s cock. Your mouth engulfed him, lips wrapped around his tip to suck on him. His taste stuck to your tongue, a taste you’d forever remember, just like the feeling of Finan finally fucking you. The Irishman didn’t grant you any mercy, he fucked you as if the Devil himself was chasing him, a sensation so strong your walls kept fluttering around him.

“What a devilish mouth for such a sweet seer.” Sihtric’s praises shot shudders down your spine and drew sounds from you that vibrated on his cock as he pushed further down your throat. You were close to seeing stars, close to letting the darkness that called your name swallow you. Tonight you didn’t care about what may happen to you. Tonight you didn’t care about losing yourself to these two handsome warriors. Tonight you were simply theirs. 

“You feel divine, lady.” Finan groaned his words as he fucked you even deeper, pressed down on the cold stone that would surely leave its marks on your body. This night would leave its bruises on you, bruises you’d forever remember, while silently hoping that they’d leave some more on your body in the upcoming days and weeks. 

Tears ran down your warm cheeks, tears of desperation and lust, drawn from your eyes by the feeling of Sihtric’s cock nudging your throat, by the feeling of Finan’s calloused fingertips rubbing your overstimulated bundle, pushing you over the edge within moments. 

Finan fucked you through your high as Sihtric groaned your name, painting your tongue and cheeks white with his release. You didn’t dare break eye contact with the handsome Dane as you swallowed, not even as you felt Finan stain your behind with his cum. It was a moment so intimate that you were sure neither Finan nor Sihtric could ever forget about it, just like you. 

The three of you were heavily panting as silence wrapped itself around you, drawing a laugh out of you as you rose back to your feet. You couldn’t help but shake your head as you studied the two for another moment, trying to accept what had just happened. 

“What’s so funny, lady?” Finan pulled you against his broad chest, grinning in success as you clung to him, wordlessly telling the two that you weren’t planning on running anytime soon. 

“I’m just happy, I think.” Your eyes wandered towards Sihtric, grinning at the man who looked at you as if you had hung up the stars in the sky yourself, a true masterpiece only a few were fortunate enough to take in. 

“We won’t let you go again, we stay true to our words.” As much as you wanted to give in, to let this dream suck you into its grasp for some more moments, you couldn’t, breaking out of your hazy trance. Carefully you stepped away from Finan to sink back into the cold water, cleaning yourself for one last time that evening. 

“Don’t make any promises, Irishman. You don’t know what’s coming upon us, it will be cruel, guided by my sister’s hands.”

The clang of weapons and the wild shouts from the crowd echoed off the walls of Dunholm, deafening you with the force of a thunderstorm. You had always been certain of the foolishness and recklessness of men, yet they continued to surprise you.

Your decision to serve Ragnar was based on his ability to listen and consider matters without letting emotions cloud his judgement—a rare trait among men. But this time was different.

Your eyes shifted, catching a glimpse of Skade at the far end of the square. How had you missed it? Distracted by a fuzzy haze of love and admiration, you hadn't noticed the spider spinning its web behind you, the viper weaving its venom into the hearts of men. Now, you were forced to watch as arrogance and false pride shattered the fragile peace you had so carefully helped to nurture.

"Are you satisfied? Do you really think this will bring you anything?" you hissed into Skade's ear.

"I’ve won, little sister. I always win, whatever it takes. There’s no turning back. Uhtred is mine. He will come to rule all Danes and Saxons; he’s been born to lead. I’ve seen that. And I'll rise with him. He's bound to me, and there's nothing you can do about it," she whispered back, her words slicing through you like the sharpest knife, reopening old wounds you had struggled to heal.

“This is no game, Skade. Stop this madness. You’ve gone too far. You took a life that wasn’t yours to claim, just to replace her. This will have consequences, and you know it. Release him and stay here with me. Please, sister,” you pleaded, knowing deep down it was likely futile, but you had to try.

There was a subtle shuffle of feet before your sister finally turned to face you. Your pleading gaze met her icy stare, the chill from her eyes almost freezing your words in midair.

“Did you enjoy the company of those two fools, calling themselves warriors?” she asked coldly, her chin lifting slightly as she tilted her head to the right, scrutinising you through her long lashes. “Tell those two hounds to stay behind, or if they're foolish enough to follow their master, tell them not to interfere with me. You know better than anyone what happens to those who get in my way.”

You couldn’t remember how you got home, the sound of the door, shutting behind you with a loud thud as you slammed your back against the gnarled wood, startling you. You slid down the door to the floor, elbows on your knees, cradling your head in your hands.

Sobs wracked your body, starting quietly and gradually becoming louder and uncontrollable, until you threw back your head, releasing a loud, desperate cry that tore through you. Yes, you knew all too well what happened when someone interfered with your sister. You knew the agony of feeling like your heart was being ripped from your chest, leaving a wound that wouldn't heal, a wound that lingered for years.

She had taken everything from you once, and without a moment’s hesitation, she would do it again. Of that, you were certain.

"Come with us," Finan urged, his large, rough palm reaching out for yours while his thumb gently traced circles on your skin.

"We will care for you, protect you," Sihtric added, his two-coloured eyes searching for yours, but you stubbornly refused to meet his gaze. You pulled your hands away from Finan’s gentle grip and, needing something to occupy them, began nervously adjusting and straightening your clothes. You shook your head, tears welling up in the corners of your eyes. 

"Stay here, both of you, stay with me," you countered, finally lifting your head, your eyes pleading as they moved between Sihtric and Finan.

Silence stretching between you, Finan stepped forward first. He enveloped you in a strong embrace, his arms a fortress that for a brief moment, warded off what was about to come. As he pulled back, his hands cupped your face, and he leaned in to place a tender, lingering kiss on your lips

Sihtric, his expression a complex tapestry of regret and resolve, moved closer. His farewell was quieter, more restrained, as if he feared that any show of passion might crumble his resolve. He took your hands in his, holding them between you both, his gaze finally locking with yours. Slowly, he brought your hands to his lips, kissing them softly, his breath warm against your skin.

Words were superfluous; everything that needed to be said shimmered in the air around you, poignant and bittersweet.

“Be careful. Don’t underestimate my sister,” you finally broke the silence, “She can turn Uhtred against you.”

You saw the disbelief in their eyes and sighed deeply. “You have no idea of what she is capable of. This is just the beginning.”

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The One (Part 13)

The one where she made a friend

Sihtric x Reader

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Y/N stayed close to Roger the rest of the way back to Coccham. Half looking for some quiteness and half enjoying the look of hate Sihtric was giving the poor man everytime they shared a laugh

Once on the ground again, Uhtred and Finan lead the way while Skade walked alone, unlike the rest of the group. Y/N decided she would get the answers she needed so she walked up to her "Skade!" She called her ignoring the protests of Osferth and Sihtric. Skade looked at her and Y/N offered her a smile, showing her she came in peace

"We will not be friends, Lady" She said the word in a mocking tone as she looked away from her

"Not trying to, witch" Y/N mocked her tone and Skade smiled at her. Y/N knew both of her friends in the back were listening to every word "Unlike you, I do not want to be here. I do not belong" She stated "I want answers"

"You wish for an easy way out" 

"I wish to go back home, yes" Y/N stated

"You are a terrible liar, Lady" She said slowly with a smile "You have no home" Y/N froze on her steps for a second knowing too well what she meant. No one was waiting for her. She had friends, yes, but she was knew in town, no one knew her well enough. She hadn't bonded with anyone really since she had moved and started her knew job. Running away from your problems can give you that. 

"I saw the fire" Y/N referred to her dreams and this caught Skade's attention. She could see Skade knew what she meant. She had seen it too "It is all I see when I sleep"

"Fire means change. You are tied to Lord Uhtred, you'll be one of the reasons he thrives or dies. You'll have to make decisions, you will have to choose. " Skade said walking away from her "You cannot escape destiny, Lady"

"So no pressure at all" Y/N said to herself, feeling the look of Osferth and Sihtric heavy on her back

"Lord" A man approached the group "You will not remember me"

"I remember" Uhtred said to him "You are Edwin. You're married to Mildwynn"

"Lord, they have taken more than half our winter's store. Animals and grain" Edwin explained as they all saw how the soldiers packed away the food "They say it is to feed Alfred's army, but we will certainly starve"

"Who did this?"

"They're at the hall, Lord" The man said lastly 

"Stand aside. I want no blood shed, no man killed" Uhtred said to the guards outside the hall but no one moved

"He said stand aside! Now!" Sihtric intervined and the men finally moved "Thank you. I should not need to raise my voice" But Y/N felt shivers down her spine. Was she aroused by this? She was, she would admit it only to herself as she took a deep breath and tried to play it cool. But the feeling in her stomach continued as she followed them inside the hall and unconsciously sat next to him as Uhtred and Bishop Erkenwald discussed over a cross. Sihtric gave her a look but did not complain on her company. He instead handed her something to drink as he grabbed a cup for himself

"Is my cross, Lord" A woman said from the doors of the hall "My doing. I put it there. And I wuld like it to remain there, unless of course, your plan is to once again be the Lord of Coccham. I meant no insult" And with that the cross fell by the hand of Skade

"Now, perhaps, we may eat"  Skade said, clearly annoyed by the situation

"When you leave, you will take only half of what you have gathered" Uhtred said to the Bishop "I understand an army must be fed, but my village will not starve"

"The king will not approve..."

"The king is a ghost!" Uhtred exclaimed "Nothing more than that"

"Lord" The blonde woman called Uhtred "May we speak furher, privately?" She asked as they both left the hall only to Skade to follow them

"Who is she?" Y/N asked as Finan and Osferth joined them at the table

"That would be Abbess Hild" Finan said "She's a friend"

"You shouldn't be amongst all this men, Lady" Bishop Erkenwald interrupted them looking at Y/N

"There are a lot of things I shouldn't be doing, apparently" She mumbled to herself and heard Sihtric chuckled next to her as she drank an entire cup of ale in one sip, earning a disaproving look from the Bishop

"I can offer you a safe place amongst the church. Close to God" Y/N snorted thinking of an innapropiate joke but a look from Finan and she decided not to say it 

"I am close to God" Y/N said instead "Osferth is a priest and Finan is also a good christian, well, sort of" Finan rolled his eyes at her and the Bishop sighed clearly giving up and Y/N smiled at her victory

"Come on you two, we have work to do" Finan then said to Osferth and Sihtric but Y/N also joined them as they were leaving the hall "Uh, where are you going?" 

"I am not staying alone in a room full of priests" She said grimancing "I have a feeling they are more likely to sacrifice me than the Danes"

"Only if you are a virgin" Osferth said jockingly making the group laugh

"Then I guess I am safe" She said shrugging and ignoring the look of surprise on the three men

"Finan" Uhtred called and he was gone to listen to his Lord's orders. Apparently some of them were to travel to Winchester with Hild, the Bishop and the other priests "You are going with them Y/N" He said to her once they all gathered and stopped her from protesting with a stern look

"I was really hoping to sleep on a bed tonight" She said as she ready her horse with the rest

"Yes, I will not miss sleeping on the cold ground this time" Osferth said and Y/N noticed he hadn't gathered his things

"You are not coming?" She asked and Osferth told her something about Uhtred's orders "You leaving me alone with them?" She said pointing to Finan and Sihtric

"Hey!" Finan complained "You should be grateful of my company"

"Is that what you said to the woman you bed?" Hild commented and Y/N snorted making Finan shut his mouth and dislike "I'm Hild"

"Y/N" She replied and offered the abbess a smile "I bet Uhtred told you my story" She said once she noticed the too well known look. The one almost everyone gave her, the I know you are not from here look.

"He did" Hild stated and close the distance between them "You are safe here" She simply said and Y/N thanked her. Mostly for not losing her mind like the rest had done

"My men are free man still" Uhtred said as the Bishop approach the group "They'll travel with you to Winchester, ensure your safe return" 

"I have a guard" The Bishop replied "And Wessex is not a land of banditry"

"Priest and eldearmen aside" Finan added "You should never refuse the offer of a sword, Bishop Erkenwald"

"Is it your intention to remain at Coccham?" The Bishop asked Uhtred

"My Lord's intention is to rule at Winchester" Skade said and everyone rolled their eyes

"My business is my own" Uhtred stated 

"And your children?"

"Are Christian now" He said as if he didn't care

"I will ensure they are cared for" Hild promised making Uhtred shrug. Y/N hugged Osferth goodbye and they were all on the road once again "I do not like her" Hild said looking over to Skade

"No one actually does" Y/N replied and they rode next to each other for the rest of the journey

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Vampire AUs:

☆ Tooth and Claw (Finan/Sihtric/Uhtred)

☆ Ritual Circle (Sihtric x Skade)

☆ Blood Sport (Sihtric x Masema)

☆ Either Finan x Sihtric x Sigtrygrr or just Sihtric x Sigtrygrr

Werewolf AUs:

☆ Werewolves AU (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Werewolves of Bebbanburg - True Mates Au (Reader x Sihtric? Reader x Sihtric x Finan?)

Omegaverse AUs:

☆ Monster they made me - Shadowwalker Sihtric AU (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Exes (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Heat (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ One Night (Sihtric)

☆ Realization (Sihtric x Finan)

☆ Orgy AU (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred, Sihtric x a lot of people)

☆ Free Use Kink (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred, Sihtric x a lot of people)

Modern AUs:

☆ MMA AU (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Spandauers and Crowns of Flowers - Bakery AU (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Stunt man Sihtric AU (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Fuck Machine (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Music Festival Modern AU (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ Shotgunning (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ Sex Worker AU (Virgin Sihtric x High End Hooker Finan)

Canon Era:

☆ Monster They Made Me - Shadowwalker Sihtric AU (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Taking Bebbanburg - S3 canon divergence (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Danger Days Part 3 - Post Tettenhall (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ Danger Days Part 4 (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ Danger Days Part 5 (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ Danger Days Part 6 (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ Slave Sihtric AU (Finan x Sihtric)

☆ Prostitute Sihtric AU (FInan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Dark Sign - Post SKMD (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Games (Finan x Sihtric)

Crossovers:

☆ War of Hearts Part 2 - Shadowhunters Crossover (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ War of Hearts Part 3 (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ War of Hearts Part 4 (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ War of Hearts Part 5 (Finan x Sihtric x Uhtred)

☆ Masema x Sihtric WOT AU (Masema x Sihtric)

X Reader:

☆ Figure You Out Part 3 (Finan x Reader X Sihtric)

☆ Figure You Out Part 4 (Finan x Reader x Sihtric)

☆ Figure You Out Part 5 (Osferth x Reader x SIhtric)

☆ Sihtric x Dane Reader

☆ Werewolves of Bebbanburg - True Mates Au (Reader x sihtric? Reader x sihtric x finan?)

☆ Sihtric x Reader x Sigtrygrr - Sihtric had been sent to Jorvik to assess how it's new Jarl is settling in. You catch Sihtric's eyes not realizing you were already coveted by another.

☆ Bathhouse Rewards Sequel - reader x coccham squad - Finan, Osferth and Sihtric have returned from scouting Bebbanburg and are in a desperate need of a wash in the river.

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