#athelstan x reader
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Cuddling them out of nowhere
Ragnar: He reacts by being pleasantly surprised and appreciative that you felt such an urge to be close to him. He will wrap his arms around you and bring you closer, stroking your hair and face, and returning the kisses you give. Perhaps he will nuzzle his face into your neck and breathe in your scent, or whisper to you that he loves you, and kiss you again passionately.
Athelstan: Well he would be rather bewildered and taken unawares, but happy nonetheless. You have just shown him love in a sweet and tender way, so how could he not appreciate such a thing? Cuddling, even unexpected, is a beautiful thing. He would return the favor in spades.
Floki: It depends on his relationship with the person. If he is in a romantic relationship with you, he will enjoy the affection and intimacy of the cuddling. It would be a very sweet and intimate moment between you both, and he would appreciate it. However, if it is not a romantic partner, he would most likely be irritated by the unwarranted physical contact and would ask them to stop.
Lagertha: She's a bit startled at first. She's not a very touchy person, so to be taken by surprise and be cuddled is unexpected. It feels good though, comforting. She gives the same physical affection you have just given her, but she also leans over and whispers something in your ear. Something along the lines of "I can't believe how lucky I am to have you". It's important to her to remind you how much you mean to her, even in the little moments.
Aslaug: When you cuddle her out of nowhere, she can't help but be touched. It's a very sweet and gentle gesture, often done with no expectations and simply as a show of affection. The act itself can be very soothing and calming, a small reminder that you are cared for, safe, and loved. Whether they are a partner, a spouse, a loved one, or even just a platonic friend, receiving such warmth and comfort from another human being is a truly remarkable thing. So, the next time you cuddle her out of nowhere, she just treasures it.
Bjorn: Out of nowhere, he might be startled. But he would also be intrigued, a little excited. As he turned to see who was the source of this surprise cuddle he would take note of your scent, and look you up and down. Taking in your soft skin, smooth curves, facial and body language. Perhaps you looked a bit nervous. He would begin to gently return the affection, enjoying the warmth of your body pressing against his. He would also be a little surprised. Did this have some sort of ulterior motive or were you just being sweet and affectionate?
Ubbe: Cuddling is the highest form of love and acceptance, so it only brings joy and contentment into his heart. When he is embraced by the love of his life, whether it be in a gentle cuddle or a passionate embrace, he is reminded that all is well, and all will be well. He is truly a blessed man to have such a loving and devoted person in his life.
Hvitserk: He feels his blood quicken, his heart beat faster, and his body tingle. His hands tighten around your body and he pulls you closer, breathing deep and smelling the scent of your hair. He feels a warm and happy sensation in his chest as you show your affections. He would then pull you to him and begin a warm embrace that he would never want to leave.
Sigurd: Surprised, but touched. He's never been overly physically affectionate with his partners, but he's never been in an honest relationship either. To have someone truly, genuinely care about him like that would be… well it's a new experience, certainly.
Ivar: He'd react with shock and surprise. Cuddling is a show of emotion and it would take him aback, he is not used to physical displays of affection. His first instinct might be to swat away whatever's trying to cuddle him like it's an annoyance or an insect, but then he would recognize your intent and attempt to embrace you back.
Halfdan: He is not a man to show his emotions. But truth be told it brings him great joy, and in those moments where he feels his lover's warmth and comfort he feels complete. He's not someone who shows their affections much, but those are the moments when he feels at his most vulnerable.
Harald: It would depend on how he's feeling at the time. Cuddling is, in general, a pleasant experience. However, if you were to catch him whilst he was contemplating an important decision or pondering a particularly difficult puzzle, he might not feel the same way. In such a situation, the interruption could be frustrating. If he was feeling tired, the cuddling may be welcome. If he was feeling stressed, the unexpected contact might add to that. If he was feeling happy and content, the cuddling may be welcome. The outcome would vary depending on his present mood.
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timetraveling!Vikings + Christmas
Summary: how timetraveling Vikings would react to modern Christmas/what they enjoy/etc.
Tagged: @majesticwren @obsessiveformiyatwins @leithdragon @demon-of-the-ancient-world @alicedopey @ivarlover @levithestripper @batmandallyboy @akayxo09 @vrtualfairy (hmu to be added to any of my taglists!)
Masterlist | based on this request | requests are OPEN!
Ragnar
I think Ragnar likes modern christmas more than he should
He takes it like many non-christians do nowadays – fuck Christianity, i’m getting presents
Might let Athelstan drag him to church
Leaves midway tho
So bad at gift-giving that he accidentally gets you a great one
Lagertha
The BEST gift giver
Has a little table (after you show her how excel works, obvi) of the people she wants to get presents for and tracks their wishes over the course of a year
You need her at Christmas, actually
She doesn’t like the Christian part of it, but she likes the community it creates and GODDAMN Lagertha makes some good food
Athelstan
Vibes to church service HARD, even in modern times
Big enjoyer of WHAM! And Mariah Carey
Makes small, but very thoughtful gifts
Definitely always gets sick around Christmas and wears a bundle of scarves
Please don’t let him shave his head weirdly, or his brain will freeze
Bjorn
Doesn’t like Christmas
He came to the future, you have planes, let him use them
Spends his Christmas in warm places
Honestly, he might enjoy Aussie Christmas
Any excuse for beaches and bbq
Ubbe
If you want to stage a great Christmas celebration, go to Ubbe
Despite being from Viking times, he will be able to organise it better
He likes bringing people together for any occasion, and will be decorating the venue he chose like a PTA-mom with rabies (so, quintessentially, Ubbe)
Does not let snowy grounds stop him from playing football with friends/brothers
Hvitserk
LOVES Christmas
An endless supply of cookies and chocolate? Are you kidding??? The christians got something right?????
Eats everything you leave lying around
On time for everything during Christmas
Honestly, he gets hilarious gifts for everyone
Surprisingly good at singing christmas carols
Honestly, Hvitserk makes friends in all religions so his year of exquisite eating is just
Easter -> Eid -> Midsommar -> Thanksgiving -> Hannukah -> Christmas
Rinse and repeat baby
Sigurd
Spends the entire time critizising the compository value of christmas songs
Has an enemies to lovers arc with them
One day, soon after Christmas Eve, you will find a slightly drunk Sigurd in front of a karaoke machine with a thousand yard stare and the best interpretation of Last Christmas your ears will ever hear
Ivar
Christmas is a capitalist venture for the foolish designed by greedy christians
Totally does not buy super expensive gifts for his friends to brag
That Tesla outside your door? That’s not a Christmas gift silly, he’s sending you down the frozen road as a sacrifice to Odin so his bleeding ears might be saved from Sigurd
Does make an effort to put his mafia-ventures on hold for you though
He still hates Christmas
Floki
HATES CHRISTMAS. Floki hates Christmas so much. Did he already say he hates Christmas?
Hates it so much he secretly loves it.
‘Annoyed’ at Helga for baking cookies with you
‘Annoyed’ at the celebrations and people coming together
He secretly enjoys the non-Christian part of Christmas
But he just can’t get over the Jesus being born thing
Celebrates the part of Easter where he’s dead for a few days
Helga
Loves Christmas, and without shame
Turns into a cookie factory
Handmade gifts for everyone
Does a lot of charity/social work around Christmas
Enjoys ice-skating rinks as well
Tells Floki to stop moping around (he does)
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guys what if i wrote for tlk aethelstan
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"athelnar is queerbaiting"
Absolutely not. You must have NOT watched the show.
Media literacy is at an all time low but come on! Ragnar told Athelstan he loved him, straight up in the face and people will still say "he meant it as brothers/friends" how about the time he asked Athelstan to sleep with him? Can't remember him asking Rollo or Floki that!
In my opinion, it just proves that some people are homophobes. Yes, Ragnar was also married to Lagertha and later Aslaug, but there's this funny thing called Bisexuality and Ragnar was not all that known for never cheating.
Sure, he wanted kids, but if you seriously think he wasn't absolutely in love with Athelstan and only wanted these kids because of the way he was raised, in a culture where having children to remember him and make people remember him is everything!
Just because they never kissed of intercoursed (on screen, atleast) doesn't mean their relationship wasn't canon. He intercoursed with Aslaug multiple times, doesn't make them be all in love and shit but hell was Ragnar in love with Athelstan
#vikings#vikings headcanons#ragnar#ragnar x athelstan#athelstan#This is NOT queerbaiting#They are literally canon#It's homophobic to say anything else#If you just say they are not in love to write X reader fics#Surprise that's homophobic
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Vikings imagine (Ragnar)
Warnings: Smut, smut, smut
You went in the lake to go for a swim. Of course you were naked.
„What are you doing there?“, you heard your husband Ragnar. But he wasn’t talking to you. Just now you realised that Athelstan was watching you from the distance.
You pretented not so see or hear them.
„Nothing.“, Athelston replied but clearly he was lying.
Ragnar sighed „We offered you to join us just a few days ago, but you rejected it. Now you don’t deserve this view.“
It turned you on, knowing that those two were watching you. You started to rub your clit because you were getting horny.
You turned around while pinching your nipple.
Ragnar took his clothes off within seconds and walked towards you, followed by Athelstan who was still dressed.
Your husband reached you and said „Is that what you’re doing when I’m gone?“
You nodded and grinned cheekily.
„Do you think of me, while doing it to yourself?“, he asked while kissing your neck.
„Sometimes.“, you teased him. He slapped your bum.
„I always think of you.“, you said and kissed him.
„Athelstan, you stay here and watch us. As a lesson.“, he said.
It’s been a few months since you had slow sex or even did a foreplay. When he came home after been gone for months, you couldn’t wait and had rough sex.
Ragnar sucked your nipple and made sure Athelstan was watching. You wrapped your legs around Ragnar’s waist and felt his hard dick.
You moaned and rubbed your clit against his dick. He couldn’t resist anymore and started fucking you.
You both came together. Afterwards you went home and cuddled. Athelstan stayed in the water and asked himself, if it was a mistake rejecting the offer.
Maybe a Part 2? 🤔
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Vikings Writing Prompts
Trigger Warning:
Mention of Death, fighting, miscarriages, suicide.
If anything mentioned above triggers you. Please remove yourself and continue with your day. Your mental health is just as important as your physical health. Vice versa, as the mind can affect the body in equal measure.
Prompts for either imagines, headcanons, one-shots, anything you possibly desire. As long as it is clearly stated as to what character you want it written for. Otherwise I will not be able to satisfy the particular itch you might or might not want itched and scratched.
Characters from the Vikings Show that I am willing to write for as follows:
Male Characters
Rollo Lothbrok
Ívar Ragnarsson
Björn Ragnarsson
Ubbe Ragnarsson
Athelstan
Hálfdanr Hálfdansson
Haraldr Hálfdansson
Female Characters:
Lagertha Lothbrok
Aslaug Sigurdsdottir
Personal Note: I would also preface that I will not write things that trigger me. Things like Cheating and Affairs. At least not in incredible detail as it will harm and hurt my mental health in the long run. And if you respect my mental health, you will respect my personal boundaries as well.
If you would like to peruse my previous works in the past feel free to do so. I will not prevent nor shame those who would want to read them.
Here is a link to two masterlists that contain them.
Masterlist 01 / Masterlist 02
Prompts
Listed below are prompts to choose from if you want to make a specific request for a specific character. First list being SFW and the second one being NSFW underneath the cut.
SFW - Dialogue Prompts
"Whatever souls are made of, yours and mine are the same. As much you might dispute that fact."
"You could just tell me things instead of insinuating them. Communication is important."
"Let me eat my feelings in peace and quiet. Otherwise we are going to have many, many, many problems."
"I know I can't go I'm the one getting nearly all the time."
"I don't trust anyone who would place value of one child above another. Regardless of what someone else may or may not have said."
"For a mother you play favourites quite a bit."
"Depends on what you consider to be fair."
"Aim better! Stop trying to hit me and hit me!"
"You are not my problem. You are theirs. I plan to keep it that way. So neither begging nor pleading to me will not work."
Canon Character x OC/ Reader - Dialogue Prompts
"I am well enough to fight. I am well enough to move around do things myself. Do not coddle me as I were a child and I will not do the same to you."
"I was in exile, I did not abandon anybody, least of all my brother."
"I don't ask for your understanding, I don't ask for your trust either and quite frankly I do not want either one from you."
NSFW - Dialogue Prompts
[TBD]
Vikings Headcanons - Link
Food for the heart and soul - Halfdan the Black x Female Reader - Link
Tarnished and Unveiled Intentions - Bjorn Ironside x reader - Link
Life After Death - Bjorn Ironside x female reader - Link
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THE LAST KINGDOM MASTERLIST —
Credits to @anitalenia for dividers!
🕯️= NSFW
🩰= Fluff
💭= Angst
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#the last kingdom#tlk#tlk fandom#tlk fanfic#finan tlk#finan the agile#osferth#sihtric#athelstan#tlk uhtred#uhtred of bebbanburg#the last kingdom fanfic#osferth x reader#finan x reader#sihtric x reader
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𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤𝔸𝕡𝕡 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕥𝕤 𝕓𝕖𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕍𝕚𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤
Note: Modern/Vikings Boys/Girls - Ask me something lighter, my brain is a big question mark for me too...
Look here for the Others - Here
You -- Hi Ivar, are you on your way already?
Ivar -- I'm t6n my vay
You -- What?
Ivar -- I have to stop because of you
You -- What?
Ivar -- I can only write with one hand when I walk
You -- Are you on your way?
Ivar -- …..
You -- ??
Ivar -- I AM ON THE WAY
Aslaug -- Honey, Think of the Children
You -- What, I don't have any
Aslaug -- Oh, Wrong Chat
You -- No Problem
Alsaug -- Oh, but can you watch my kids today?
You -- I'm not even in Kattegat
Aslaug -- Thank you
You -- Can you help me a moment?
Sigurd -- What for?
You -- The train is not coming
Sigurd -- I don't know the train driver
You -- What? I wanted to ask if you could pick me up.....
Sigurd -- I don't even know how to drive a train.
You -- …
Ragnar -- I'm on the sea right now, check the view out
Sends a picture
You -- Yes, you had your finger in front of the lens
Ragnar -- Oh wait…
Sends a picture
You -- You sent me the same picture, you have to send the new one.
Ragnar -- Oh wait, I don't know … ah here
Sends the same picture
You -- Wow, beautiful view….
Ragnar -- I told you !
Hvitserk -- She has big tits!!
You -- ….
Hvitserk-- Wait… who are you?
You - …
Hvitserk -- Shit, meant to write Ubba, sry
You -- Yeah, have fun...
Hvitserk -- Yes I will…
You --...
Hvitserk -- …
You -- Um, may I ask again about the other day?
Helga -- Of course, dear, it's not difficult, just stick it in the hole
You -- That's not easy the end always splits
Helga -- Lick the end
You -- Oh, it worked
Helga -- I told you it's easy to get a thread in a needle
You -- Haven't forgotten, Floki!
Floki write for 10 mins
You -- This will be a long text
Floki write after 15 mins
Floki -- Ok
You -- WTF
Floki -- I forgot to press send
You -- …
Floki write for 10 mins
You -- … gosh
You -- I'm a bit bored right now
Athelstan -- Then you should read a book
You -- Hm, good idea, can you recommend something?
Athelstan -- I was just about to read the Bible myself.
You -- Spoiler Alert! Jesus dies!
Athelstan -- …. Funny….
You -- Hahahahahhahaha
Athelstan -- ….
You -- Hahahahahhahaha
Rollo -- Quick question!
You -- Yes?
Rollo -- Where can you find these apps?
You -- In your app - shop/store, which one are you looking for?
Rollo -- Does this shop exist in Kattegat?
You -- Are you serious?
Rollo -- Yes
Ubba -- ooh, I've now figured out how to copy chat texts!
You -- That's cool...
Ubba -- ooh, I've now figured out how to copy chat texts!
You -- Super - I'm proud of you, tell me more !
Ubba -- ooh, I've now figured out how to copy chat texts!
You -- great, how long are you going to do this now?
Ubba -- ooh, I've now figured out how to copy chat texts!
You -- ……….
Ubba -- ooh, I've now figured out how to copy chat texts!
You -- Fuck you!
Ubba -- Hahahahaha
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Hey,
Could you imagine doing an Athelstan x reader. Where the reader is the daughter of Sihtric.
Maybe the reader could be the first child of Sihtric and his first wife (I know he only has one but his wife from the series could be the second). When his wife from the series met him, he left the readers mother and got together with his new wife. Unfortunately, the readers mother died shortly afterwards.
The reader's world collapsed but she still has her best friends Athelstan and Sophia, who is Finan's daughter. (I just like the name Sophia, I hope it's okay that Finan also has a daughter in this story. Of course you can change the name)
It would be cool if sihtric's new wife doesn't like the reader because she looks like her mother.
(So she is almost the evil stepmother, but the siblings are sweet)
Of course, Sihtric loves his daughter the reader more than anything but the reader distances herself because she blames him and his new wife for the fact that her mother is gone. Maybe she could also be jealous that sihtric also spends a lot of time with his other children and his new wife, because normally it was always only her and her father against the rest of the world.
Athelstan and the reader have always had feelings for each other. They didn't want to tell the other because they were afraid to destroy the friendship.
Sophia and the reader are like sisters, the two are inseparable and do everything together. When the reader was getting worse and worse, because she became more angry because of her father and their relationship got worse and worse, Sophia made a suggestion to go away. Sophia and the reader are both shieldmaiden and always wanted to travel over the world and make a name for themselves. Even if it is difficult for both to leave their family and Athelstan behind, they go away. Sophia, of course, finds it difficult to leave her father because she has no problems with him, but for the reader she would do it.
When the fight for Bebbanburg takes place after years and Sophia and the reader hear about it, they come to help. The two have a great army. The warriors and shieldmaiden wanted to follow them because they were impressed by their fighting skills.
In the end, there might be a conversation between the reader and Sihtric and that she tells him how she feels. And of course, Athelstan and the reader confess their feelings to each other, which became even stronger than they were not together.
I'm sorry it's so long but I wanted to write down all sorts of thoughts I hope you like it.
Your reader
Go ahead and cry, little girl
A/N: Heyyyyy, I am back from the dead. I am SUPER sorry for the massive delay. I've just been off Tumblr for a bit, but I am back. This is quite possibly the longest oneshot I've written so far lol. The Aethelstan bit doesn't quite start until the end but I do like how it turned out and I hope you like what I've done with your prompt <3 (could you tell that I was listening to Daddy Issues on repeat while writing this lmfao)
Disclaimer: I haven't watched the TLK movie (and I've been avoiding spoilers lol) so I have no idea what Aethelstan is like in that one, this is just based on what I know about him in season 5. Also, I was super done with this story by the time I was done with it so it's not really proofread. If you see any typos feel free to point them out so I can fix them lol, or just enjoy it as it is ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Word Count: ~8k
Pairing: Aethelstan x Reader.
The air was crisp and filled with the scent of pine and earth, invigorating the senses. In the heart of Rumcofa, a small clearing had been transformed into a makeshift training ground. Sihtric Kjartansson stood in the middle of the clearing, his battle-worn sword resting on his broad shoulder. Across from him stood his young daughter. Although you were only a young girl of seven winters, your hands tightly gripped the wooden sword in your hand as you stood tall, shoulders set and feet wide apart as you tried to copy your father's stance.
"Hold your sword higher, bend your elbows," Sihtric called out, circling you, and gently nudging you to correct your stance.
"Yes, Father," you nodded.
Once Sihtric was satisfied with your pose, he turned as if to walk away, only to lunge forward, swinging his sword with calculated precision. Your training sword met his attack, weapons clashing with a resounding thud. Father and daughter moved in harmony, your steps an intricate dance. SIhtric would feign an attack, allowing you to then parry and counter, your small frame mirroring your father's every move.
As the training session drew to a close, a beaming smile stretched across Sihtric's face, as pride swelled within him. He extended a calloused hand and ruffled your hair, affectionately mussing it.
"You fought well today, my little shieldmaiden," he grinned.
"Thank you, Father!"
The sounds of whoops and cheers filled the air. You turned your head toward the two children standing on the sidelines, watching you with keen interest as they clapped. There was Sophia, with her fiery red hair cascading down her shoulders, bouncing on her toes as she waited for you to approach them. The mousy-looking boy standing next to her, Aethelstan, rolled his eyes but his shy smile as he met your gaze gave him away.
Once you were within a few paces, Sophia launched herself at you with a squeal of delight, throwing her arms around you.
"You were incredible!" she crowed. "You'll soon be even better than Aethelstan here."
Aethelstan scoffed, "She still has a long way to go before that."
You rolled your eyes, "You know I can kick your arse right now if I want, right?"
"Cannot!"
"Can too."
You stuck your tongue out at your friend, and he returned the gesture, causing Sophia to laugh.
Sihtric cleared his throat to interrupt the bickering, "Alright, alright kids, off you go. The hour grows late and your parents must be expecting you home."
"It's alright, Father knows where I am," Sophia responded cheerfully.
Sihtric chuckled, "Yes well I don't know about Finan, but Eadith will surely have my head if I don't send you back before dark. Off you go, you can see each other tomorrow."
Sophia gave you one last hug before departing, and Aethelstan settled on a wave of his hand which you mimicked. After they had gone, Sihtric took your hand, gently leading the way toward your own home.
"Did you see that, Father? Aethelstan denies it but I could definitely kick his ass, couldn't I?"
"Language, little one."
"You use it all the time Father."
"Ah yes, but you know your mother doesn't like it when you use words like that."
"Your mother doesn't like what?" came a frail voice from the doorway of your house.
You looked up to see your mother leaning against the wall, arms crossed and an affectionate smile playing on her lips. There were shadows under her eyes and her skin looked sickly pale but at least she was well enough to get out of bed today.
"Mama!" you let go of your father's hand to rush up to her, wrapping your arms around her waist and burying your face in her warm dress.
Your mother laughed, "And what was my mischievous girl up to today, hmm?"
"Father is teaching me how to spar. He says I'm getting better every day!"
"Is that so?"
"Yes, she is," Sihtric came over to wrap an arm around your mother's shoulder and pressed a kiss to her forehead.
She smiled and leaned against him with a sigh.
"How are you feeling, love?"
"A lot better now that you're both here. Eadith was here earlier. She...she says that..." your mother sent a cautious glance your way.
"What did she say?" Sihtric prompted.
Your mother was quick to flash him a reassuring smile, "Nothing too noteworthy. All is well."
"If you say so."
"Now go wash up, both of you!" your mother laughed, pinching your cheeks and gently pushing Sihtric further inside the house. "You both smell awful!"
"Mother!"
"You know I love you darling, but you need a bath."
"Get the fuck out of my house!"
You had never seen your mother this angry before. Her rage was a tangible thing, large and looming as she raged. The object of her wrath was your father, who stood there in your mother's room, eyes steeled with determination, even as she threw things at him.
"I-I can explain," Sihtric began, his voice faltering as he ducked to avoid the book she threw at his head.
"Explain?" your mother roared, her voice echoing through the chamber. "Is there any explanation for such treachery? After all these years of devotion, I am met with betrayal?"
Her normally gentle demeanour was replaced with a fiery fury that demanded attention. Her throat was raw and her voice cracked. Her eyebrows furrowed, knitting together in a mixture of anger and disbelief. The delicate curve of her lips, once known for only speaking words of grace and tenderness, contorted into a stern line, a testament to her righteous fury. Her complexion was paler than usual, and all colour drained from her face as tears streamed down, betraying her vulnerability.
You watched your parents argue from the doorway, eyes darting between them. Your hands clenched, nails digging into your palms hard enough to leave marks. You would have much rather left to be with your friends, but you stayed because you worried for your mother. Your parents were not the type to fight, not explosively like this anyways. Sure they had petty arguments, they were human after all, but those were always resolved soon after, with your father bringing your mother flowers and an apology that would coax a smile from her. You worried that they might not recover from this, and if they did not recover, you wondered how your mother would even survive it. She was already so weak. These were the thoughts that consumed you, as you watched silently. You did not even dare entertain the other thoughts that whispered at the edges of your mind, thoughts about your mother's allegations against your father.
"I offered you my love, my trust, and this is how you repay me?" your mother continued, her voice quivering with emotion. "You have shamed not only me but our entire family!"
"Listen-" Sihtric tried again, avoiding her eyes in shame.
"No you listen! If you wanted to be free to hump all the whores you liked, you shouldn't have married me. Now go. Go back to your harlot and do not let me see your face here!"
Sihtric's eyes widened with disbelief, "You...you do not mean that."
"Oh, I mean it with all my heart."
"It was a mistake. I swear it was a mistake."
"No, it wasn't."
Your mother's voice cracked with grief as more tears flowed from her stricken eyes. She suddenly rushed up to her husband, grabbed his chin with surprising strength and wrenched his face up to meet her gaze.
"It was not a mistake," she hissed. "You have already dishonoured me enough, do not make it worse by lying to me as well."
"I didn't mean to hurt you," was all he said, his voice small.
Your mother's hand fell away and she took a trembling step back.
"What was it then? What was it about me that was not enough for you? Was it my sickness? I admit that I have not had much energy for anything these past few months but-"
She was then unable to finish her sentence, a choked sob escaping her lips as she clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle it.
"Was I so awful that you had to seek out the company of another woman? Did you find my company that repulsive?"
"That...that's not true..."
"Get the fuck out of my house. I never want to see you again!"
Sihtric opened his mouth to protest but she held up a hand, silencing him. His shoulders slumped, and with tears in his eyes, he turned away from her. He brushed past you on his way out and something in your heart cracked just then. You had to stop him somehow, you thought to yourself. You had to fix this. You had to fix them.
You sprinted after him, stopping him just as he was about to step out the door, tugging on his hand.
"Father..."
Sihtric's eyes softened as he took in your forlorn form.
"I-I'm sorry darling."
"Father, don't go. Please, please, please, don't go," you tugged on his hand more insistently, eyes beginning to well with tears.
"I'm sorry."
"Apologize to her. Please, just apologize. Say you didn't mean any of it. She'll forgive you, I just know she will, she loves you. Just, please don't go."
"I...I can't, I'm sorry."
"Is that all you can say?" your voice rose in frustration. "Is that all you can do? Apologize? If you're really sorry, you'd try to fix it! Please...please, please, please fix this."
Sihtric smoothed a hand through your hair, his touch tender. He brushed the tears from your cheeks and you shook him off angrily. You felt like you couldn't breathe and the walls were beginning to close in on you. Everything was falling apart and you had no idea how to fix it.
"Father, please. Please don't go. Please don't leave her, don't leave us."
"I'm sorry, but I have to go."
With one last solemn look and a pat on your head, he was gone, and as you stared dejectedly at his disappearing back, you felt as if the world had been pulled out from under your feet. You wondered if he'd ever return.
Suddenly, you were interrupted by a pained wail and your head snapped in the direction of your mother's room. Fear seized your heart as you hastily made your way back to her side. She was slumped on the floor, curled in a fetal position, hands wrapped around her knees as her body shuddered with sobs.
"Mama!" you ran to her side, gingerly putting your hand on her shoulder.
She didn't seem to acknowledge your presence, a low keening sound coming from her throat.
"Mama!" you shook her shoulder a little harder. "What's wrong? Are you feeling sick? Should I call for someone?"
Your mother shook her head, still wailing. You waited a few moments, before wrapping your arms around her frail shoulders and helping her sit up. You were just smoothing her hair back when suddenly she turned her head to the side and retched, emptying the contents of her stomach right there on the floor of her chambers. She groaned in pain then, clutching her stomach wearily.
"Shhh, it's okay. You'll be alright, mother. Let's get you to bed," you whispered.
You had already put down your own grief, locking it away somewhere unreachable. You had to take care of your mother first, and you couldn't afford to be distracted. You allowed her to take deep shuddering breaths before wiping at her mouth with the back of your sleeve and helping her to get settled back in her bed. Almost all her weight slumped onto your small frame when you moved her, and you grunted with the effort. Then you ran to fetch a bowl of water to clean her face with, pressing a cold cloth onto her forehead to ease her suffering a little. She seemed to vibrate with pain and you didn't know if it was the emotional toll of your father leaving or the physical pain of her sickness.
Eventually, she drifted off to a troubled sleep as you continued to run your hands through her hair. You kissed her forehead and felt her relax a fraction and you felt your heart lift with hope. You left her side only to clean up the sickness from her floor, before returning to curl up in bed beside her, wrapping your arm around her waist as you held onto her tightly, as if afraid she'd disappear.
The next morning, she was running a fever. Her skin was scalding and she only opened her eyes for a few moments to mumble something incoherent to you before drifting off again. That is when the panic began to set in. You were just about to head out to fetch Eadith when she arrived at your door herself. She had a sympathetic smile and pitying eyes as she let herself in and set about checking up on your mother. She had heard about yesterday's commotion, almost everyone in Rumcofa had. It was a small town after all.
"She'll be alright in no time, love. Don't you worry about her, she is a very strong woman," she told you kindly.
You nodded, and then hesitantly, you asked her the question that had been plaguing your mind.
"Where's Father?"
Eadith's lips thinned, "He...he has gone with Uhtred and the others."
"Oh."
"I can stay here until your mother feels better," she offered. "You are much too young to care for her on your own."
You were just about to nod when your mother chose that exact moment to wake up.
"No!" she blurted out, her voice hoarse. "I-I would not want to impose."
Eadith squeezed her hand gently, "It would be no trouble at all. Please."
Your mother shook her head weakly, "It is just a little fever. I'll feel better in no time. You have children to take care of, and your husband isn't even home. You must go back to them. I'll be just fine."
"But-"
"Please," your mother pleaded. "I'm no invalid. I can take care of myself just fine. And besides, I have my darling here to keep me company."
She stretched out her hand which you took immediately, letting her pull you close.
Eadith looked unconvinced but after your mother insisted several more times, she nodded. She left you with a few herbs and medicines to give to your mother depending on her various symptoms and promised to return the next day to check up on the two of you.
"Mother..."
"Yes, my love?"
"You'll be alright, right?"
You were cuddled up next to her, but still, the house felt strangely empty. She felt like a wraith beside you, like she could leave any minute and then you'd truly be left alone. You could feel her bones through her thin nightgown and you clutched her tighter, as if you could hold her together.
"Of course, I'll be alright, my love," she pressed a kiss to the crown of your head.
"Promise me. Promise me you'll be alright. That you won't leave me!"
"Oh, I wouldn't leave you for the world. You mean too mu-" her words were interrupted by a fit of coughs.
She pressed her sleeve to her mouth and it came away tinged with blood. She pulled it away quickly, folding the sleeve up so that you could not see and you pretended that you hadn't. The two of you spent the rest of the day in bed, with you reading to her as she swam in and out of consciousness. Every time her eyes would flutter open and see you, her face would relax and she'd kiss you, as if trying to impart a lifetime's worth of affection.
Her health took a turn for the worse later in the night. Her fever had greatly worsened and although you had given her all of Eadith's medicines, nothing seemed to help. She was still awake though, so that was some comfort.
"Let me go get Eadith please," you begged her.
"No. We will not bother her now. The hour is late and she said she'd come by tomorrow anyways."
"But Mother! You seem to be getting worse. Please, please you need to see someone!"
"I will not make a fuss at this hour. I'll be just fine. I just need to-"
A fit of hacking coughs overwhelmed her once again, blood pooling at her lips. She was too weak to hide it and instead allowed it to trickle down her chin. You wiped at it hastily, eyes filling with tears of frustration. You yearned to rush out and fetch someone right away, but your mother kept a vicelike grip on your arm.
"Mama, please," you begged again.
"I-no-"
She was having trouble breathing. You could tell. She sucked in air through her mouth and it rattled painfully in her chest. Every breath hurt her and all you could do was helplessly watch.
"You...you know I-I love you right?" she wheezed suddenly.
"What?"
"I...I said I love you, my darling girl."
"I love you too Mama," you whispered.
She pulled you close and you rested your head on her chest. She massaged your scalp with her fingers, whispering more sweet nothings into your ear. You felt her voice grow softer and her breathing slow down. Perhaps she'd sleep it off, you thought to yourself. Yes, she'd sleep off her fever and be right as rain in the morning. You entertained yourself with such thoughts as you drifted off as well.
You jolted awake sometime later in the night, some unknown panic clawing in your throat as you bolted out of bed.
Your mother had stopped breathing. You had felt it. You had felt the stillness of her next to you. You shook her, slowly at first, and then more frantically.
"Mama! Mama! Mama wake up!"
She remained listless, her limp frame rattling like a bag of bones as you shook her harder. Your pleas grew louder as well, your voice rising with every moment that passed.
"Mama, please. Please, please, please. Please don't leave me. You promised! Remember, you promised that you wouldn't leave me!" you screamed. "You can't break your promise. You'd be a bad mother if you broke your promise...please, I am begging you don't go."
Reality set in soon. Her skin had grown cold. It was clear that she had been gone for a while. You swore at yourself for not waking up sooner, for not going to someone for help earlier, for not doing something. Eventually, you slumped down, throat raw from screaming. The house was indeed empty now, and your mother was a wraith. Your grief was your only companion and it was a quiet needling thing, stripping you raw and ragged from the inside. you wanted to scream but no more sound would come out. You would have to fester in dark silence it seemed.
In a daze, you wondered if you should go get someone now. It made no sense to, not anymore. What could anyone do now? They'd just come to take her away and then you'd never see her again. You saw how what they did to the dead. They were often burned. Soon there would be nothing left of your mother but ashes. Your mouth tasted like ashes and you had the sudden urge to throw up. Seven years was not nearly enough time to spend with one's mother. You thought you'd have a lifetime.
You decided not to bother anyone then. You wiped your own tears and lifted the blankets to curl up next to your mother's body, clinging to her, perhaps to share your own warmth with her or perhaps hoping that she'd share her cold emptiness with you. At least then you would receive some relief from the burning agony that lit your heart. With broken syllables, you hummed your favourite lullaby to her, the one she always sang to you, and in that moment, pressed against her ribs, you could pretend that the hollow thud in your own chest came from hers instead.
You did not know how long you remained there, in the space between wakefulness and sleep, the space where dreams felt like reality and your mother's arms wrapped around you almost as tightly as yours were around her. You did not notice the sun rise in the morning or set again the next evening. The only thing that jolted you out of your reverie was the sharp knock on the door.
"Anyone home?"
It was a familiar voice.
"Hello? Sophia's mother sent me with some things," Aethelstan called out from the door, knocking again. "She apologizes for not being able to come herself but something urgent came up."
He said your name a few times too, puzzled at the lack of response.
You ignored him. There wasn't anything he could do either, and Eadith's medicines would not be of any use anymore. You burrowed deeper into your mother, raising the covers over your face. If you ignored Aethelstan for long enough maybe he'd leave, and then you could be alone with your mother again.
It worked for a while and no one else bothered you for the rest of the night. However, the next morning there was a larger commotion at the door. Several fists pounded on the door until eventually, they had to break it in. It gave way with a loud crack, and still, you did not acknowledge their presence. The loud voices were inside the house now, as they rummaged through all the rooms of the house, the heavy footsteps growing closer until they finally reached your mother's room. Still, you did not acknowledge their presence.
Someone said your name, softly at first, and then more insistent. You ignored them. Then suddenly, the covers were ripped off the bed. The sunlight accosted your eyes and you winced. Someone swore and the room burst with activity.
"By the gods, is she alright? Are they both-?"
It was your father's voice, you realized indifferently. He was finally back.
He said your name again, more insistently, and you shook your head listlessly, face still tucked into your mother's neck. That minuscule movement was enough though, to confirm that you were still alive. Strong arms peeled your mother's arms back to lift you out of them. It was at that moment when you truly came alive.
"NO!"
You screamed, a terrible ear-piercing shriek. They were your father's arms, as they pried you away from your mother and you shrieked even louder, flailing about desperately. You were downright feral, clawing and biting to get back to your mother.
"No. Let me go! Let me go back to Mama! I want Mama!"
Several other hands joined your father's in pulling you away. All your father's friends were there, Uhtred and Osferth, and even Sophia's father, Finan was there. They all looked at you with pitying eyes as you thrashed harder, body contorting wildly. Your mother's fingers were clutched tightly in yours and it took several minutes for them to peel you off.
"Don't take her away!" you howled. "She promised she wouldn't leave me! You can't take her away. She wouldn't break her promise, she's not a bad mother!"
"Shhh, darling, she's gone," it was Eadith's gentle voice that broke through your frenzy.
Sihtric handed your writhing form to her and you immediately slumped in her arms. You did not have the heart to bite and claw at her, not after all she had done. She smoothed her hands over your face gently.
"Oh, you poor darling girl. I'm so sorry, I should have come earlier," she mumbled softly.
The time after that was a blur to you as well, lost in your grief and rage. Your mother had only been dead a month before your father married again. You were almost certain it was the woman he had been seeing when your mother had caught him, but you couldn't bring yourself to care anymore. The true fury came when he moved her into your house. The house your mother had died in, the house that you had died in. At first, you refused to live with them. It would be a mockery to your mother's memory, to live in her house with your father and his new whore. That was what she was to you anyways, you never acknowledged her as his wife. Eventually though, even you felt bad imposing on Sophia's family. Despite Finan and Eadith repeatedly assuring you that you could remain with them forever if you wished, you allowed your father to take you home.
The next few days passed by in a haze and you barely recalled any of it. In the days leading up to and after your mother's funeral, you stayed with Eadith and her family. In any other circumstance, you would have been delighted to spend your days with Sophia, but you spent most of your days curled up in bed. You refused to eat anything, despite Eadith's best efforts and you never spoke a word. You especially refused to see your father, turning your head away from him every time he came to visit and speak to you.
The next few years passed by quickly as well. Once a lively and energetic child, you withdrew into yourself, but the silent simmering heat burning you from the inside remained. The only people who could ever draw smiles from you were Sophia and Aethelstan, and try they did. They had made it their collective mission to see you in happier spirits. You no longer took fighting lessons from your father, instead joining Sophia's lessons with Finan or Aethelstan's with Uhtred. The chasm between you and your father grew as he began to have more children with his new wife. You watched him be affectionate with them and the bitterness began to poison you from the inside out. You made your disdain for his wife very obvious and the feeling was mutual. You looked too much like your late mother for her to be comfortable in your presence. That paired with your constant reminders that she was the other woman and had only been able to acquire your father because your mother had died, meant that she went out of her way to make things difficult for you. As your father was often away fighting, she ran the household. She made you clean up after your younger half-siblings and do all the chores in the house. Often you escaped, slipping out to spend time with Sophia and Aethelstan, but that meant another screaming match when you returned home.
Despite your bitterness, you couldn't find it in your heart to hate your half-siblings. By the time you were twelve, you had three. Two brothers and a sister. Your brothers were timid and easy going while your sister was a spitfire. She reminded you of yourself sometimes, often when you sat down to brush the tangles and mud out of her hair as she returned from another grand escapade. You were afraid of yourself sometimes. You were afraid that the poison inside you would come spilling out and taint them. They were innocent, blameless in their conception, and you could not blame them for the sins of their parents. Still, the resentment was difficult to erase. Watching your father spend time with his new family, you felt like an outsider. it felt like watching someone else's happy family through the window, watching how the warmth lit up their eyes while the wind hollowed out your bones and filled your lungs with ice.
Your father was patient with you, painfully tender as if that would make up for what he did. He never raised his voice at you, even as you threw fits and screamed at both him and your stepmother in the first few years you lived with them. He was kind to you, just as he was with your half-siblings, but the distance was there. He'd avoid looking at you for too long because looking was a painful reminder of what he had lost. Everyone had always said that you were almost an exact carbon copy of your mother, and that was both a comfort and anguish. He treated you as if you were fragile, prone to breaking at any moment. You supposed you were. You felt it yourself sometimes as if you were on the precipice of doing something terrible, of releasing years' worth of resentment in one explosive moment. Your grief walked hand in hand with madness and buried things had an awful way of haunting you.
Your breaking point came when you were just shy of your fifteenth year. Your stepmother had made you scrub the entire house clean to prepare for your father's return from yet another fighting season. You had done just that, but after you had finished, your sister had run into the house, tracking in mud and debris from the outside. You hadn't been able to clean it up again in time and when your mother returned from her errands, she screamed at you for being lazy and irresponsible as usual. She screamed at you all the time, so that wasn't what made you lose it. It was when she raised her hand and slapped you. The blow came as a surprise and you tasted blood. One of the rings in her fingers had cut you, and your lower lip trickled with crimson. You saw red then as the blood roared in your ears. You let out a string of the worst profanities, calling her all manner of insults. It was your unfortunate luck that it was at that moment that your father chose to return.
"You will not speak to your mother that way!" he roared.
"She is not my mother!" you screeched. "Do not ever disrespect my mother again by comparing her to this whore!"
Your father uttered your name, his tone tinged with a warning.
"Apologize to her," he muttered. "You do not get to speak to her that way."
"Do you even know what she did? Do you even care? No of course you don't. All you care about is your perfect new wife and your perfect new kids. You don't give a fuck about me, just like you didn't give a fuck about my mother!"
"Mind your manners! I am still your father!"
"I'd rather have no father at all than one like you! You killed her, you killed my mother. I wish you had died instead. In fact, I hope your next fight kills you!"
Your stepmother gasped dramatically and your father flinched. His expression grew thunderous and he lifted his hand, almost instinctively. He pulled it back down to his side almost immediately but the damage was done. You looked at him incredulously.
"You would raise your hand at me?" you whispered in disbelief. "Your whore already hits me at every opportunity, and now you would do? Maybe you should...maybe you should just beat me to death. Maybe it's me who should have died with my mother so that I could at least be with someone who cared about me."
"I-no...I didn't mean-" Sihtric stumbled over his words.
You didn't wait to hear his explanation, stomping out the door and sprinting away. You took refuge in the forest, slumped against your favourite tree as you sobbed. Your wish to remain alone went ungranted as you heard the sound of leaves crunching as someone approached you. A familiar voice mumbled your name.
"Go away, Sophia!"
"You can't just push people away when you're angry you know."
"I can, and I will."
"Not me," Sophia came over and knelt on the ground next to you. "You can't get rid of me!"
You raised your head to look at her, eyes still swimming with tears, "Why are you here?"
"I saw you run out of your house and head this way. Seemed wise to follow you."
"You can't follow me forever."
"I can certainly try. Now tell me what happened."
You sighed and then straightened up, recounting your story to her, your voice taking on a sharp edge. Sophia nodded sympathetically, and then she pulled out her handkerchief to dab at your lip gingerly.
"I'm going to leave!" you said suddenly.
"What?"
"I'm leaving," you said again, more firmly. "I can't stay here anymore."
"You...you can come to live with my family? You know my parents adore you."
"No. I can't stay here, in Rumcofa. I can't watch my father live happily ever after with her new family and I can't watch that horrible witch erase all signs of mother from that house. I can't do it, I won't."
Sophia's brow wrinkled in concern, "Where will you go?"
"Anywhere has to be better than here. I know how to fight, I can go anywhere."
"I don't think-"
"Don't try to talk me out of it Sophia, I've made up my mind. I'm going to go and I'm going to leave tonight?"
"Tonight?" her eyes widened.
You nodded, "They won't be looking for me for a while. They'll think I got angry and stormed off to your place as usual. That gives me some time."
"What'll you do if they do look for you?"
"I'll be long gone by then."
Sophia was silent for several long moments, pondering something in her head. Then, her eyes lit up and you recognized her expression as one she usually had when she had an idea.
"I'll come with you!" she blurted excitedly.
"What? No!"
"Yes!"
"Sophia, no!"
"Come on, it'll be perfect! We'll explore the world together. And besides when have I ever not been by your side? Trust me, you need me."
You gaped at her as if she had grown a third eye.
"Are you insane? You have a family. A family who adores you and they would be extremely worried if you just disappeared like that."
"Technically I could say the same about you but it's clear that you're in no mood to listen to anyone. It's final, I'm coming with you!"
"No, I can't let you do that."
"Well, I can't let you go on your own."
"But...your parents...?"
Sophia looked pensive for a moment, "They'll understand. And you're like a daughter to them too. They'll be worried about you so I'm sure they'd be happier knowing we're watching out for each other."
"But you can't leave them!"
After several more rounds of back and forth between the two of you, Sophia jutted out her chin stubbornly.
"If you refuse to let me come with you, I am going over to your father right now and telling him you're planning to run away!"
"What? You can't do that!"
"Watch me!"
You were silent for several minutes, and then you nodded hesitantly. Sophia's face split into a grin immediately.
"What about Aethelstan," Sophia winked. "Can't leave him behind. Who knows which fair lady of lovely Rumcofa he might take as his companion if we're not here to keep him company."
Your face warmed immediately at the thought of your friend. He had been one of your best friends but in the past years, your feeling for him had grown into something else, something more. You were too much of a coward, and too consumed with your bitterness to examine those feelings. You had simply buried them somewhere deep inside where they'd never see the light of day. You shook your head frantically.
"We can't tell Aethelstan!" you whisper-yelled. "He's the son of the king and Lord Uhtred's ward. There'd be a whole search party after us if we take him."
Sophia's smile dropped as the reality of what they were about to do set in.
"But...but we can't leave him behind. Should we at least tell him where we're going?"
You shook your head again, "No. He'll only try to talk us out of it."
"But-"
"If you're coming with me, we have to do things my way."
"That's not fair!"
"Then stay here. Where it's safe and familiar, and things are fair," you shrugged.
Sophia sighed and nodded eventually, "Alright, we'll do things your way."
And that was the beginning of a different life. The two of you left that very night, creeping out of Rumcofa using one of Sophia's father's boats. You had insisted that she write her family a note, telling them that she was safe. you also forbade her from mentioning you in her note, although everyone had known the two of you long enough to know that where one went, the other surely always followed.
The next few years passed quickly, and both you and Sophia had made quite a name for yourselves and had amassed a small army of sorts. You had formed your own family of sorts, a band of fellow women who had run away from varying circumstances, brought together by fate. Your group of shieldmaidens was famous for protecting villages from raiders. You had taken care to travel far enough that you never ran into your father or any of his men, and over the years the fear of getting caught had worn off.
You had first heard about Lord Uhtred's fight to retake Bebbanburg through one of your messengers. After much deliberation, you and Sophia had agreed that it would only be right if you joined the fight. Lord Uhtred had always been kind and had taken care of your family ever since you could remember. You remembered him visiting and asking after your mother's health and it was your duty to help him retake his birthright.
Your army of shieldmaidens did not hesitate to volunteer to fight by your side. They trusted you to lead them and they would stand with you no matter what. You wondered if you'd see your father there. He had to be, he was one of Lord Uhtred's closest friends and if he was still alive, he'd be right there by his side. With a pang of regret, you remembered the last words you had said to him. You had wished for his death and you desperately hoped that the gods had not granted your immature selfish prayer. The years had cooled your anger and you were no longer as bitter. All the women you had met and the stories you had heard made you realize that there were worst fates out there and the sting of poison that ran through your veins became dilute.
The fight itself was long and hard and you lost quite a few women, all cherished friends and companions. Everyone lost someone in the fight and after all the brave warriors had been honoured and sent on their way to Valhalla, everyone gathered within the newly conquered castle walls to celebrate Lord Uhtred's victory. You had been able to avoid facing anyone you knew so far, but now, as you sat in the corner, allowing Sophia to bandage your injured arm, you could see Lord Uhtred and his men make their way toward you both.
Finan greeted you first, with a broad grin and a clap on your shoulder. Sophia turned around at his presence and when she saw him she squealed with pleasure.
"Father!" she crowed, throwing her arms around him.
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted her, twirling her slightly, like the used to when she was a child.
"My girl is a warrior now," he boomed with laughter. "And leading your own army too."
Sophia's smile turned sheepish and she let go of him and lowered her gaze.
"I...I'm sorry Father. I'm sorry for leaving..." she muttered.
Finan took a deep breath and then exhaled, sighing. He shook his head and patted his daughter's shoulder gently.
"We will speak of that another time. For now, it is enough that you are safe and whole, and that you're home. You had us very worried you know, your mother especially. She was inconsolable."
"I am so sorry, Father."
As you watched Sophia and her father walk away, presumably to go see her mother and the rest of her family, your eyes stung and you blinked quickly, holding back the sudden onslaught of tears that threatened to spill. You felt bad that Sophia had to leave because of you, but more than that, you felt a pang of hurt at the thought of no one missing you. You had no mother who would be inconsolable at your loss. You busied yourself with the bandage on your arm, not realizing that Uhtred had left as well, leaving you alone with your father.
Sihtric cleared his throat and you looked up at him in surprise. Both of you were silent for several long moments, neither knowing where to start. Your eyes charted the planes of his face. He looked older, with tired lines around his eyes and mouth. He seemed to have a perpetual furrow in his brow. Now that you had seen him, you were hit with an overwhelming wave of relief. His battles had not taken him from this earth, he was still alive.
"I...I am sorry."
It was you who had mustered up the courage to speak. You looked him in the eye as you did, shoulders back, eyes blazing with defiance as if daring him to rebuke you. You waited for him to turn his head away, to make some sort of cold remark or something of the sort. He didn't though. He just stared at you and you felt rooted to the ground. Then, wordlessly, he stepped closer and pulled you into his arms. You froze in his embrace and he just held on tighter. You could not see his face but you felt his shoulders tremble and you wondered with some disbelief if he was crying. You patted his back awkwardly.
"I'm sorry Father... for everything."
Sihtric shook his head and when he pulled away you saw the tears that had tracked down his face and soaked into his beard. He cupped your face with aching tenderness and pressed a kiss to your forehead.
"I thought I had lost you forever," he whispered. "I thought I would never see you again. You didn't even leave a note."
The tears you had been holding back fell now, and you forced yourself to harden your eyes.
"I didn't think you'd care," you shrugged.
He thumbed the tears from your face, "I am sorry. I am sorry I ever made you feel that way. I understand if you can never forgive me but you have to know how truly sorry I am. I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you if you let me. Please let me. Please come home."
You avoided his pleading gaze, instead letting your eyes fall on your fellow warriors.
"I have another family as well now. They need me."
Sihtric's face was crestfallen but he nodded, "Of course. I am proud of you, you know, more than you can imagine. You have become a most fearsome warrior and I am proud to call you my beloved daughter."
"I have another family...but you will always be my father," you finally said. "The first family I ever knew. You will always have a part of my heart."
It was you who fell into his embrace this time and you could feel his joy in the way his arms wrapped around you.
"I understand that you have another place now, but know that you will always have a place with me, should you ever wish to return," he mumbled and then he hesitated. "And...you should visit. Your siblings have missed you dearly."
"I suppose a visit won't hurt."
Sihtric chuckled and pulled away, clapping your shoulder, "We have much else to talk about, I have much else to apologize for...but for now, I think there is someone else who wishes for your attention."
He gestured toward the tall boy watching you from across the courtyard and when you caught his eye, his eyes turned cold and he turned away.
"Ouch," you muttered.
"The two of you left him behind," Sihtric explained. "You cannot blame the poor boy for feeling hurt. Now go, make things right."
He nudged you toward Aethelstan's disappearing form with a wink and he was gone before you could question his action. You turned around to make your way toward your friend, waking fast to catch up.
"Aethelstan!" you called after him.
At first, you thought that he didn't hear you because he didn't turn around, but then he started to walk away faster. He walked right out the front gates and into the field beyond. You dropped your sword in the grass and chased after him.
"Damnit Aethelstan, slow down!"
Your words only spurred him on, but by now you were fully sprinting after him. You caught up in a matter of moments, grabbing his arm to pull him to a halt. He kept his back to you so you circled him, meeting him face-to-face for the first time in years. His eyes remained glued to the floor you crossed your arms in frustration.
"You won't even say hello?" you asked furiously.
He did not respond. You pinched the bridge of your nose and sighed.
"Go away," he finally muttered, his voice sharp. "I don't want to talk to you."
"No, I will not! Why are you running from me? You were my dearest friend, and now you won't even look at me."
Aethelstan's eyes finally met hers, burning with emotion, "You're no friend of mine!"
You flinched, "Hey...that's not fair."
"Friends don't do what you did. Friends don't abandon friends!"
"I never wanted to hurt you," you pleaded, reaching out to him but he took a step back, avoiding your touch. "I had to go."
Aethelstan shook his head, "I don't want to hear your excuses. You told Sophia and took her with you, but you didn't even bother leaving me a note? You clearly didn't think of me as a friend so why should I?"
"I couldn't take you with me. You know that."
"You could have at least asked. You could have at least let me know!"
"It all happened so fast, I didn't get a chance. I-I am sorry."
"Don't bother apologizing. You don't owe me anything," he shrugged. "It won't change the past."
"No...but it's a start. I should have told you that I was leaving. I should have explained why I had to go. I never meant to hurt you, and I'm truly sorry for the pain I caused."
"You treated me like I meant nothing to you. Now you have to accept that you're nothing to me."
Tears welled up in your eyes, "You mean everything to me, Aethelstan. You're my dearest friend, and I never wanted to lose that."
"You left without saying a word. We were supposed to share everything. But you abandoned me, just like that. How dare you say that I mean something to you?"
"Please..."
Aethelstan shook his head, his eyes firm, "We are not friends. Not anymore."
"That's not fair!" you protested, voice breaking. "After all these years, after everything we've been through together, you're going to dismiss our friendship like it never meant a thing?"
"It's the truth. I can't forget the way I felt. Do you even know what I went through on my own, without you there."
The two of you stood there, locked in a tense silence. You refused to give up, your determination fueled by the urge to make things right with him, no matter what it took. You felt desperate. You couldn't lose him. Not when you had spent every day of the past few years thinking about him.
"Fine," you said finally, voice steady and shoulders slumped. "If you don't want to call me your friend, then I'll respect that. But I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me one day. Please, give me a chance to fix this."
Aethelstan did not respond, expression guarded. You nodded, mostly to yourself and turned around, starting to walk back to where the others were. Disappointment churned in your gut and you felt sick. You had quite possibly ruined one of your most cherished relationships due to your own stupidity. You pressed your lips tightly against each other to prevent them from trembling. You knew that he did not owe you forgiveness. Whether or not an apology was accepted was entirely up to the person one had hurt and if Aethelstan decided never to forgive you, there was nothing you could do about it. Just the thought of it made your heartache.
Just then, a hand landed on your shoulder, making you stop in your tracks. You turned out, bewildered. Once Aethelstan caught sight of your reddened face, his eyes widened.
"What's wrong with you? Why're you crying?"
You hastily swiped your hands under your eyes, shaking your head, "I'm not."
He raised an eyebrow sardonically, "You have always been a terrible liar."
You shrugged.
"I don't know if I can forgive you," he admitted after several seconds of silence. "But I'll try."
Your eyes brightened and your lips lifted upward. You weren't a hopeless case after all.
"But I don't think we can ever be friends again," he quickly pointed out, making you deflate again.
"Right. Of course. I understand. I'll take what I can get and you are under no obligation to...to be my friend. Just your forgiveness alone is enough."
Athelstan watched you with a peculiar expression, halfway between amused and concerned.
"I don't think I can go back to being just friends with you."
"By the gods, I know! You don't have to keep saying it like it'll hurt any less."
He outright laughed then, and you bristled. You glared at him.
"What I meant, silly girl, is that I can't go back to being just friends when I think of you as more than that."
Oh.
Oh.
"Yeah," he reached out to brush the tears from your lashes. "So stop moping about like it's the end of the world."
He turned around and jogged back to the courtyard where everyone was gathered, leaving you to marvel at the latest development of things on your own.
#the last kingdom#tlk alfred#tlk sihtric#tlk aethelflaed#tlk finan#tlk fanfic#tlk#aethelstan#aethelflaed#uhtred of bebbanburg#uhtred x aethelflaed#uhtred x reader#sihtric kjartansson#sihtric x reader#sihtric imagine#finan x reader#osferth x reader#tlk osferth#aethelstan x reader#aemond targaryen#seven kings must die#finan#uhtred#sihtric#mark rowley#icarus ignite writes#icarus ignite asks
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Wiping away their kisses
Ragnar: He'll laugh and smile, then he'll jokingly chase you around, trying to kiss you again, though he's pretty much pretending to put in any effort into it. Once he's caught you, he'll wrap you up in his arms, and kiss you on the neck instead.
Athelstan: "What are you doing?" He can't help but ask as he frowns at the act of wiping away a kiss. He is not happy about you being playful, especially when it comes to something as intimate as a kiss. He sees this as a sign of you not valuing the connection you have, and it bothers him.
Floki: His grin spreads wide at this like he's finding the situation hilarious. He lets his lips curl into a lopsided smile before leaning back slightly and playfully sticking his tongue out at you, teasing you. He winks and giggles, "I guess you're just not into it, huh?" His voice is teasing but playful.
Lagertha: She'll chuckle to herself, secretly entertained by the playful gesture. She'll lean forward and press her lips against yours once again, enjoying the feel of your skin against her own. When you playfully wipe it away again, she grins and says in a teasing voice, "I'll keep kissing you until you're too overwhelmed to wipe them away anymore."
Aslaug: She'll laugh after knowing it was a joke, and give a teasing look, then pull you close again and softly kiss your lips. She'll whisper, "Who said I was done yet?"
Bjorn: Is annoyed at first, but he quickly becomes playful and grabs your hands, preventing you from wiping away any more kisses. He leans in and slowly kisses your cheeks, lips, and finally neck. He'll release your hands and trail his fingers along your body, gently squeezing your hip before backing away.
Ubbe: A look of playful annoyance crosses his face. But that quickly turns into a devilish smirk. When you go to wipe away another kiss, he gently grabs your hands and pulls you closer so you can't.
Hvitserk: If you playfully wipe away a kiss, he would playfully pretend to be offended, then he would playfully grab your arms and pull you into another kiss while saying in a playfully playful tone, "You can't get rid of me that easily."
Sigurd: "What are you doing?" He'll laugh to hide his embarrassment and playfully reach for another kiss. He moves closer to you and wraps his arms around you, pulling you in close. With one hand, he'll cup your chin and lean in close. He'll gaze into your eyes and gently kiss you again, taking his time and letting your lips softly brush against each other.
Ivar: He gives you a playful glare, letting his lips curl into a small smirk. "Oh, you're asking for it now." He leans forward, putting his hands on your hips, and starts kissing you again.
Halfdan: He smirked at the little trick you tried to play on him. He then leaned forward and wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed you passionately, deeply, and repeatedly as he runs his fingers through your hair, leaving strands of it disheveled as he does so.
Harald: He would look you in the eyes and smile, leaning in to kiss you again. He takes your hand and gently pulls you close. He'll whisper in your ear: "I couldn't help myself, darling - your lips are too irresistible to resist." As he kisses you again, more deeply this time, and gently bites your bottom lip before pulling away. He looks deep into your eyes and whispers again, "Let's not be play tonight, shall we?"
#ragnar lothbrok x reader#athelstan x reader#floki x reader#lagertha x reader#aslaug x reader#bjorn ironside x reader#ubbe lothbrok x reader#hvitserk lothbrok x reader#sigurd lothbrok x reader#ivar the boneless x reader#halfdan the black x reader#harald finehair x reader#vikings fic#vikings
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hi ik i keep spamming your inbox but i just can't get enough of your writing like omg 🙏 but if you have any vikings athelstan content for me that would be wonderful (no spoilers pls tho i haven't finished the show yet) 💚
omg fun fact i'm helping my sibling study for a religious education exam, so this is very on the nose
athelstan is so poor little meow meow
and that kind of translates into his relationships
omg so touch starved istg
he drinks a lot of tea
and lagertha makes it for him
athelstan loved taking care of gyda, it reminded him of his own siblings
and he mourned her. so much.
even though he knows they wouldn't understand, he prays for all the people he loves, to every god he knows
rarely gets sick
but when he does, it's bad
stayed in contact with lagertha post-divorce
he's the reason why ecbert admired her so much
he definitely had a strong friendship with lagertha
i think in general, athelstan had more female friends than male friends
ragnar being the exception
modern!athelstan is a foster care child
lives on the found family tag
he has a tumblr, i know it
trauma dumps with ragnar
him and aslaug don't get along at first, but she appreciates it when athelstan takes care of the kiddos while ragnar is off *somewhere*
in general, athelstan takes care of everyone around him but not himself
this also applies to relationships
athelstan is a quiet partner. he's always there, always helping, but doesn't say much
love language is acts of service
struggles with his feelings and expressing them
he's not sure if he wants a family, just bc there's been so many families he's been in, and had to leave (his own, monks, ragnar's in s1, then in England with Ecbert, and back and forth)
likes to cook and do the laundry, but abhorrs cleaning
especially scrubbing floors
opens up only very far into the relationship
the best listener you could ask for
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The sickness
Osferth x reader
Summary: on the run from Eardwulf and attempting to reunite child with mother you find yourself succumbing to the sickness
Word count: 970
A/N: because apparently I can't get enough of making my boys suffer
To say you were exhausted was an understatement, your group had spent days on the road with little food and sleep whilst attempting to evade both Eardwulf and the sickness. Finan's hysteria was beginning to fray your already thinned nerves, and your heart ached for the children that had taken to being passed around the group.
Somehow caring for Aelfwynn had fallen mainly to you when Eadith required a break. More than once you had woken up to the small body burrowing her way under your chin and arms. Forcing both yourself, and Osferth who curled around your back to move slightly to accommodate the new arrival.
As such you were one of the first people to notice the young lady's worsening condition, but still, you do not allow yourself to pull away from her. You carry her despite the men's protests, you give her your portions of the scarce food and you wipe away the sweat on her brow as she sleeps.
Through this, you do not truly take note of your own worsening condition. Simply blaming it on the toll of travel. You stubbornly push on in these beliefs until your body can no longer operate under the strain you have put it through. Luckily you are not carrying Aelfwynn when it happens, nor does she see your body hit the ground. But Osferth, who had been tugging you along with him sees it in painful detail.
His cry of despair only adds to the chaos as it becomes apparent the group cannot cross the river and Eardwulf and his men have closed ranks and surrounded you.
Yet you are none the wiser, head lolling lifelessly into the crook of Osferth's neck as he uses one arm to support your weight and the other to brandish his sword to protect you. His heart hammers in his chest, the only thing keeping him upright is the feeling of your shallow breaths against his skin.
Later Osferth will struggle to recall the events that followed, his attention lost on you and the little girl clenching her fist in the back of his tunic. The instant the arselicker turns tail to flee Osferth is dropping his sword and gently lowering your body to the ground. Hands coming up to clutch at the back of your neck and face as he attempts to wake you. Somewhere in the background Aelfwynn is crying and Finan is cursing up a storm.
It is when Osferth turns to snarl at Finan that they are not leaving you behind that your eyes flutter open once more. Your weak call of his name catches the groups attention and Uhtred is quick to demand you move once more. The atmosphere is sombre and even Stiorra does not complain about having the young Athelstan foisted upon her. All eyes darting back and forth between your barely breathing form and Osferth's distraught face.
Upon finally finding a safe place to rest Aelfwynn's condition had worsened to exceed yours and after harsh chastisement and being forcefully fed, you had appeared to recover a little. Enough to speak again, where the young princess was lost to unconsciousness.
Osferth had refused to leave your side, even when the group was forced to split once more. He had kept vigil at your side tending to your and Aelfwynn's every need.
It is in the brief moment that Eadith pulls him away for a frantic discussion that you start to hear a terrifying rattle from the small girl beside you. Blearily you look around for Osferth but with your swimming vision you can't quite make him out.
"Osferth" you call weakly in an attempt to get his attention, "Os-" you are cut off by your own set of chest-rattling coughs which gets their attention instead. It is frankly how impressive how quickly Osferth flies to your side, hands hovering as he tried to discern what was wrong.
Shaking your head you let out another series of concerningly wet coughs before you gestured to the young princess. Eadith had already noticed the problem causing a deathly hush to fall over the group. Even with your limited vision you made eye contact with Eadith, the two of you seem to come to a similar conclusion.
"We have to take her to Aegelesburg, we can't wait for Sihtric" Eadith's words were harsh but her face conveyed how distraught she was.
"What? the four of us will never make it" Osferth hotly protested, a hand snaking down to clasp one of yours and even in your weakened condition you could feel his slight tremble.
"No, we won't" you whisper, "you'll have to leave me behind." You already know Osferth is about to furiously refuse but you won't let him. "Sihtric will be back soon but Aelfwynn can't wait and Eadith can't take her by herself." Still, he is shaking his head in denial even as you see him realise it's the only option. "Please Os" you beg, "she's just a little girl. I'll be fine I promise."
Exhaling harshly you are forced to lie back down once more, exhausted from using so many words. You can only hope that if you hadn't gotten through to Osferth then Eadith would, and that Sihtric would hurry the hell up.
A consensus must be reached because through the haze you feel a soft set of lips come to rest on your forehead. You also hear him promise that the two of you will be together again soon, along with more sweet words you can't quite make out. Opening your eyes you only manage to make out the faint visage of his outline before he finally pulls away.
Knowing that Aelfywnn will be safe you allow yourself to fall into unconsciousness once more, even if you begin to worry you may not be able to keep Osferth's promise.
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Tag game: tag 9 (SPOILER: they will not be 9) people you’d like to get to know better.
Thank you @whitedarkmoonflower for the tag! 💜
Last song: Ultraviolence by Lana del Rey. I'm slowly becoming a huge fan of Lana. I barely listened to the songs of her Born To Die era, I regret having discovered her latest albums too late.
Currently watching: I'm rewatching the last season of Vikings with my boyfriend, so we could watch (and rewatch for me) Vikings Valhalla. I am about to resume watching The Crown, I just saw the first two seasons.
Three ships: Oh gosh, this is very hard... I will say the three ships I'm still obsessed with:
Merthur (Merlin x Arthur, Merlin)
Athelnar (Ragnar Lothbrok x Athelstan, Vikings) I consider them more a platonic relationship than a male x male one
Crejace (Cregan Stark x Jacaerys Velaryon/Targaryen, House of the Dragon) I CAN'T wait to see them on screen. I love their relationship in Fire and Blood, and seeing Tom Taylor and Harry Collett hanging around toghether made me cry all my tears out. (Even if I am still disappointed Arnas was not casted as Cregan, but I trust Tom's acting skill)
P.S. Shoutout to @sylasthegrim that fuel my Crejace obsession with her gorgeous fic. Really, girl. You made my day with your fic.
Favorite color: black and purple, I can't choose.
Currently consuming: Chocolate. Lots of chocolate.
First ship: This is a hard one, too. But I could say my first m/m ship ever was Destiel (Dean Winchester x Castiel) from Supernatural. I loved them, I still love them even if I'm not so attached to the Supernatural fandom like before.
Relationship status: Currently in a two-years relationship
Last movie: The Prince of Egypt
Currently working on: Two fics: an Athelstan x Reader and a Sihtric x Reader. It is a very, very slow work as my writing skills are awful. This is the first time I write English fics and I realize my vocabulary is not as rich as I was expecting. And I'm about to start a drawing on Rhaenyra Targaryen.
Tagging @sihtricsafin , @sunfyre-targaryen , @realskyrimsimmer and everyone who will see this post.
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often i’m surprised to find that tumblr’s ‘for you’ page actually shows me a lot of good quality posts i enjoy and want to reblog, but then sometimes it misses the mark so much it pisses me off. earlier there was an anti sansa post on there (i literally adore her, what the fuck?) and i just found an aethelstan x female!reader fic on there, too.
it’s tlk aethelstan, you know, the king who’s explicitly gay and who experiences tremendous amounts of guilt for definitely not being even remotely interested in women. not vikings athelstan, who is canonically into women, but very-much-100%-gay tlk aethelstan. i’m just absolutely gobsmacked.
#i want to call them out but what would be the point#we all know x reader fic isn’t good anyway#aethelstan#personal#.txt
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The Broken Christian
Hvitserk x Reader
Vikings
In court, there was a Christian man named Athelstan that always looked sad. In his face lingered the expression of someone that has seen a lot during his lifetime, and he was not that old. Mostly, he tended to keep to himself in social gatherings, but he seemed rather close to King Alfred. Even though back then I was fairly new to the King’s villa, I heard he had not been there long either. Perhaps it was the desire to meet someone like myself, someone who was also lost in the vastness of court and the emptiness of etiquette. Or maybe there was just something in his dark eyes that attracted me to him. I am not sure what it was, nor do I care, but it was that sentiment there that lured me to speak to him.
Continue reading on:
AO3 / PA
#hvitserk#hvitty#hvitserk x you#hvitserk ragnarsson#hvitserk x reader#hvitserk imagine#hvitserk angst#hvitserk fluff#vikings#vikings x reader#vikings x you
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The Chronicles of Æthelstan and his fiery wife.
Part 2/?
Æthelstan finds a moment to himself in the woods, Frida shows him how to party - Viking style.
Warnings; mentions of Tata's and nudity, mentions of sex.
Æthelstan sat upon a mossy rock, on the outskirts of Kattegat and only a stone’s throw from the blackened oak hut of him and his wife. She was attending to the gods this morning, so Æthelstan thought it would be the best moment to read a book and take a moment for himself.
What a strange life he had, he thought. He took up the life of a monk at a young age, devoting himself to god and spreading the Christian message - and now here he was. Waiting in the woodlands for his wife, his Viking wife no less. She did not follow his faith, and she didn’t plan on forcing Æthelstan to follow hers. He lived in a home adorned with animal skulls, Valhalla ladders, and runes no less.
"My love?" He heard Frida call, he turned to see her in a pale, linen ritual dress - covered in pig blood, just a normal Friday.
"How did it go?" He asked, standing from his place and gazing at his wife fondly.
"It went wonderfully, Freyja is pleased. I must return all this blood to the earth now, though. Were you enjoying your morning to yourself?" She asked. Frida waved Æthelstan over, to follow her deeper into the woods.
"A little boring without all your little eccentricities, I was just thinking about how I could have never forseen my my life going this way." He replied, taking hold of his wife's bloodied hand.
"But are you happy with the way your life has turned out? The three sisters of fate know what they're doing..."
"Of course, I am happier than ever before" Æthelstan pulled Frida's chin with his thumb and forefinger so that their lips could meet in a sweet kiss. The Völva sighed, and pressed her lips together - content.
The couple had reached a stream in the woods, banks adorned with moss draped over glistening grey rocks and boulders. This was a blessed spot where Frida would wash after a ritual, so she stepped down onto the banks and pulled the shoulders of her blood-stained dress down so that it would slowly slide down and onto the ground revealing Frida's bare figure.
She stepped into the stream and cupped her hands to pour water on her blood stained skin. Noticing that Æthelstan hadn't joined her, she looked to him and called; "Well? Are you going join me or keep standing there staring like a creep?"
Her husband snorted at her sarcastic remark started to strip from his clothing. He blushed when he realised Frida was watching him intently.
Æthelstan had noticed something about Norse Women, they weren't as shy with their sexuality as Women from home. They wouldn't blush at the sight of their bare husband, in fact Frida wasn't shy with showing Æthelstan what she wanted.
Once Frida's husband had stepped into the stream - she eyed him and then placed her hands around his waist. Frida leaned into him, trailing a hand up from his waist to stroke his beard.
"It is Friday you know, Freyja's day..." She pressed her lips to the side of his neck, trailing a line with her nose to kiss the spot behind his ear.
"And what does that mean?" Her husband queried in reply, caressing the flesh at her hip's. The witch raised her head and replied;
"It's considered sacred to have sex on Freyja's day." She grinned. The Christian raised his eyebrows, still taken aback by how forward Frida could be.
"Come on then, let's go back" Æthelstan chuckled, taking her hand.
"No, here."
"Here?" He asked, eyes widened at his wife's confident smirk. "But anyone could just walk over and see us?"
"I know," She giggled. "It's exciting isn't it?"
She stroked her husbands cheek, his beard tickling her fingers, this calmed his alarmed expression which softened to become a small and affectionate smile. Frida took his hand that was holding hers and placed it on her breast, pulling him against her. Their lips joined, and their bodies began to heat and blush under each others touch.
Æthelstan thought, thank the gods he broke that vow of Celibacy.
#athelstan x reader#ragnar lothbrok#vikings#viking wifey#vikings x reader#ubbe ragnarsson#hvitserk#bjorn ragnarsson#aethelstan#aethelstan x OC
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