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alexagirlie · 1 month

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"Figure You Out - Part Two" - Sihtric x Whore!Reader x Finan

A/N: Part 2 is finally here! Was fun to do something different and do a reader fic. Please let me know if you would like to see more? Or maybe drop me a requests?

Summary: Sihtric finishes his lesson on how to please a woman and now you have one more lesson in mind for him. Find Part One Here

TW: Whore reader. Virgin Sihtric. Ladies man Finan. Light dom reader. Light fem dom. P in V sex. Oral sex (m receiving). M/M. Hand jobs. Friends to lovers.

Word count: 1,630

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You couldn't help the way you stared as Sihtric followed your command without hesitation and stripped off his clothes hastily. You watched the play of muscles in his arms and shoulders as he pulled his tunic over his head. You longed to run your tongue over the valley and dips of his chests and stomach. Your mouth watered as his cock sprung free of its confines and stood to attention, the head already red and weeping. You wanted to know what he tasted like but that was a thought for another time, for now you were eager to have it inside you, stretching you open.

You pet the soft furs beside you encouragingly. “That's a good boy, Sihtric. Now, come here.” You smiled as the Dane complied, crawling up the bed and into the cradle of your thighs. Thighs which were wet with your arousal and still faintly trembling from the aftershock of your first two orgasms.

Together you maneuvered so that you were flat on your back and you hooked your legs over the curve of Sihtric's hips as he guided his cock inside you. He started so sweet and gentle, just brushing the head of his cock through your folds and shuddering at how wet you were for him.

You helped guide him to your entrance and he eased his way into you, his cock stretched you open in the most pleasurable ways, pressing against your walls and sinking into you inch by inch. It felt just as good as you hoped it would and you moaned as his hips pressed flush against yours. He was thick and so hard and you could feel how his whole body trembled as he waited for you to tell him to move. Such an obedient boy he was.

You cupped his angular face between your palms and pulled him down into a kiss, a chaste press of lips before you bit his lip, hard. It pulled the sweetest groan from the Dane’s throat so you did it again before pulling back and looking him straight in his beautiful, mismatched eyes.

“Fuck me”

You were so hot and tight around Sihtric's cock as he pulled back until only the tip remained in the clutch of your cunt before thrusting forward and sinking into the hilt again. Gentle at first, but as you moaned and arched your back under him he gained more confidence and began to move faster, harder.

Finan was a welcome presence at his side, offering advice and encouraging words. He instructed the Dane to throw your legs over his shoulders and tilt your hips for the best angle. Sihtric gritted his teeth against the pleasure as you writhed around his cock. His powerful hips thrusting into you over and over again, each press against your sweet spot pulling a gasp or whine from your throat.

You were the most beautiful thing Sihtric had ever seen, face flushed with arousal and body beaded with exertion. Combined with the warmth of his best friend at his side, intimate and heady, pushing him closer and closer to spilling between your soaking wet thighs.

The Irishman was not idle and ran light fingers down over your breasts, tugging at a perk nipple making you toss your head and moan, breathless and desperate. You whined in disappointment as talented fingers left your tender nipples too soon and continued their path down your body. You were torn between moving your hips against the press of Sihtric's cock inside you and Finan's fingers as they reached the apex of your thighs and rubbed teasing circles over your nub.

You could barely catch a breath as your body was overwhelmed by sensation, the attention from the two warriors making this the best fuck you've ever had. Finan’s minstrations combined with the perfect stretch of Sihtric cock inside pushed you to a third, mind shattering finish and you fell over the edge, screaming out as you shook and trembled under them.

You dug your nails into Sihtric's arms with a scream, thrashing in his hold as you fell apart around his cock. He groaned at the bite of pain, hips stuttering out of their rhythm as he fell over the edge after you. The clenching and unclenching of your cunt milking him dry.

Once the dane had found his satisfaction between your thighs you gently knocked him to the side with a breathless laugh. You let him catch his breath before you decided to turn the tables a little bit and enact your little scheme.

You could see Finan's cock straining the front of his trousers and grinned. He had been so very helpful after all, he deserved to cum down Sihtric's throat.

You reached out and tugged on the end of Finan's tunic.

“Get naked Irishman” you commanded.

Finan rushed to comply, his cock springing free, heavy with arousal and pulsing as you took it in. He was long and thick, it would be a challenge for anyone to swallow it down but you had a feeling Sihtric would prove as much a natural here as he had with eating your cunt.

You must look as wrecked as you feel for Sihtric placed a gentle hand on your arm. “Are you sure you're okay to continue, miss?”

You giggled happily, “Oh I'm just going to lay here,” you explained. “You'll be a good boy for me and help your friend out, won't you?”

They both seemed a touch hesitant at what you were insinuating but you could see their desire written plainly on their bodies. How Finan went red under his stubble and how his cock throbbed harder between his thighs and got even wetter at the head at the idea of his fellow warrior getting his mouth on him. At the barely contained hunger in Sihtric's eyes and the way his spent cock twitched against his thigh.

“It's only fair since you've completely worn me out,” you explained, one last little push to get them to agree.

And agree they did, all it took was a smile and Sihtric watched as you grabbed Finan by the hand to guide him onto the bed until he was splayed out on his back then gestured for Sihtric to kneel between his thighs. The Dane marveled at the heat which emitted from the Irishman, at how good he looked stretched out and at Sihtric's mercy. All his hard won muscles catching the flickering candle light.

He felt his soft cock twitch and it filled to full hardness again as he stared at Finan's hard cock, at the idea of getting his mouth on Finan and taking him into his throat. He had never acknowledged it outloud but the other warrior had made multiple appearances in Sihtric's mind, when he touched himself late at night, alone in his bed. He never thought he would be given the opportunity to act on his most shameful fantasy but the gods have blessed him with putting you in his path.

He didn't have time to feel intimidated by the task ahead of him as the firm press of your hand on the back of his head guided Sihtric down. This time it was you guiding him, instructing him on how to best treat the hard cock below his mouth.

He pressed wet, open mouthed kisses along the side before he licked and sucked at the head, groaning as the salty taste spread across his tongue. Sihtric's cock throbbed at the deep groan his action pulled from Finan's throat, the sound vibrating through the older man's whole body.

You instructed him to suck saliva into his mouth, to get everything nice and wet and slick before he took the head fully into his mouth and slid it across his tongue in a smooth glide. How to breath slowly through his nose and relax his throat as he sank his mouth down around his friend's cock, taking Finan to the root.

Finan cock was heavy on his tongue, it filled his mouth and made breathing difficult but it was so worth it for Sihtric to hear the strangled noise Finan let out as his nose pressed to his stomach. Thick fingers tangled in his dark hair and pulled, sharply, the bite of pain making Sihtric groan. This in turn caused Finan to buck his hips and Sihtric gagged and was forced to pull back coughing before he set to work again.

“Don't take too much.” You warned as you ran fingers down his spine and between his arse cheeks to circle around his rim, teasing the sensitive flesh but not pressing inside. Not this time.

He pushed back into your fingers and made the most beautiful muffled whine around the cock in his mouth. You tsked before removing your fingers. “Stay focused, that's a good boy. Next time I will teach you how to properly take a cock.” You grinned as both men groaned at your words and Finan's muscles tensed and his grip on Sihtric hair tightened as he flooded the Dane's mouth with his spend.

Sihtric's hand was working furiously over his own cock and you pulled his mouth off Finan’s softening cock and stole his mouth in a devouring kiss, licking the taste of the other man's seeds from his lips. Suddenly he let out a loud whine and pulled away from you sharply. You see Finan pressed to Sihtric's back and the Irishman's hand had joined the Dane's working over his cock until Sihtric spilled over their joined fingers with a shudder and a moan.

You ran a hand down your front and slipped between your legs and you shivered as your fingers brushed past your throbbing nub and you wondered if the two warriors would be up for another round.

#kirstin's chronicles #the last kingdom #sihtric kjartansson #sihtric #finan #finan the agile #sihtric x reader #x reader #finan x sihtric #finan/sihtric #m/f #m/m

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destinyisall-tlk · 3 months

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the last kingdom + alignment chart (insp)

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bhxrdy · 4 months

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the last kingdom, S04E10 | osferth, finan & sihtric

#tlk #the last kingdom #osferth #finan #sihtric #edit #starlesskat #tuserliliana #tuserella #userchelsea #tuseraud #userbritney #userzo #userbeatrice #usercelia #usereva #usernae #userfrancesca

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whitedarkmoonflower · 24 days

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Cookham squad having fun by the Danes. Curse? What curse? Banished from Wessex? Who cares! Let's have party!!!!

The Last Kingdom S3E3

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happilyhertale · 1 year

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Destiny is all - Osferth x female!reader, Part 1

Summary: You are Finan's sister. You live in a village in Scotland, near the border with Northumbria. You lead a quiet life until your brother decides to visit you with his boys and your life changes completely.

Pairing: Osferth x fem!reader

Author’s note: Hey you (:

Now I am finally sharing my little Osferth story with you. The events are a little different from the story in the series. (No, Osferth will not die either). I hope you will enjoy it! English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 2.2 k

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7

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The sun, which has been high in the sky all day, is slowly tilting towards the earth. Four men ride silently side by side. Every now and then an exhausted grunt can be heard. As soon as the grunt is silenced, it is usually answered with another grunt. They have been riding like this for days now. Uhtred, Finan, Sihtric and Osferth are on their way from the northernmost point in Scotland back to Wessex.

The men are exhausted by the long distance they have already covered on horseback. The not very restful nights they have already spent in various forests do not diminish their exhaustion.

"Lord. We could spend the night in a village today," Finan says after another grunt.

Uhtred turns slightly in Finan's direction, "If we ride through the night, we should be in Northumbria by tomorrow"

"But Lord… We should stop and rest. I'm tired of the sight of my horse's head... his ears in particular," Osferth chimes in.

Sihtric turns to Uhtred as well, "I wouldn't say no either"

Osferth continues to nod in agreement.

Uhtred sighs, "Very well… The next village is headed for"

"We would have a place to sleep there for sure too," Finan says to Uhtred with a grin. Uhtred sees Finan's grin and becomes curious.

"Do you have a sweetheart up here?" asks Uhtred with raised eyebrows.

"Not exactly. My family lives there and we could sleep and eat there"

"What? I thought you were from Ireland," Osferth looks at him questioningly.

Finan nods, "We're originally from Ireland. But my parents moved over with me and my sister"

Uhtred just shakes his head with a smile.

The men rode on again in silence. Every now and then a grunt can be heard. But it was a done deal, they were on their way to Finan's family.

You stand in front of your little house. The evening sun shines on your face and you enjoy it. You close your eyes for a moment. Your little house is located on the edge of a village, near the forest. You enjoy the peace and quiet that the location offers you, and that you can let your gaze wander into the forest at any time as soon as the hustle and bustle of the village becomes too much for you. Slowly you open your eyes again and take a deep breath. You still want to water the flower bed before you retire for the evening. As you put the bucket down, you hear noises in the forest behind you. You turn around, but in the twilight you can't really see if anyone is there. Out of habit, you reach for the dagger tucked under the skirt of your dress.

"Who is there?" you ask in a firm voice.

But instead of an answer, you only hear the rustling of the bushes at the edge of the forest.

Suddenly a Dane steps out of the forest and you instinctively hold up your dagger. You are ready to defend yourself. Your breath catches in your throat, but the Dane just grins at you. "Finan! I didn't know that your parents can also produce something beautiful", the Dane says.

Finan? How does he know your brother...?

"Aye! Lord! Shut up!", Finan suddenly stands next to the Dane. Your lungs fill with air again as you see your brother smiling at you from a short distance away.

You don't hesitate for long. "Finan!" you shout and run towards him. You throw your arms around his neck. He wraps his arms tightly around you.

"Heey... my little one," he says softly and presses you closer to him.

You sob a little. He loosens the embrace and takes your face in his hands, "Ey... y/n.... If I had known ya missed me so much, I would have stopped by sooner," he smiles at you. You wipe tears from your face and have to laugh for a moment.

"What are ya doing here?" you finally ask your brother.

"We're just passing through and I thought we were due for a visit"

Only now do you become aware and remember the Dane. But when you look behind Finan, you see two other men standing there. But your gaze immediately falls on the blond monk. However, he immediately averts his gaze from you when he realises that he has been caught staring. Now you notice another Dane. Somehow you seem to like this mixture of the troupe. Finan turns around as well, "Sorry y/n. This is Uhtred, Sihtric and our baby Monk, Osferth"

You notice the monk giving Finan a warning look. The Danes, on the other hand, give you a friendly nod. Finan turns back to you, "Where are mother and father? Are they in the house? We are starving!" Finan is all euphoric.

You gently touch his forearm, "Finan...", you speak softly. He looks at you, but you only shake your head slightly.

"What...?" he whispers, sadness crossing his face.

"The fever took them last winter... First mother, then father..." you whisper.

He shakes his head slightly now too and you wrap your arms around him. After a short silence, you hear Finan murmur into your hair, "You're here all alone?"

You nod, "That must be enough for you now"

He just nods slowly and you can still see the sadness in his face.

You smile up at him, "Come, let's go into the house... I've put on some soup"

Together you go into the house. The men sit down at the table and you serve them the soup. There is not much talking at first, as they simply enjoy the warm meal. When they have finished, you prepare ale for everyone. Light conversation now fills the room. Osferth tries to comfort Finan, to say something nice about your parents. But Finan doesn't want to hear about it at the moment. After a while you take the dagger, which is again under your skirt and presses uncomfortably against your thigh, and put it on the table.

"Feisty... You always carry a dagger with you?", the Dane, Uhtred asks you. You look at him a little amused, "Men sometimes don't understand what 'no' means. So it can't hurt to have something with you to back up your opinion"

Uhtred grins and raises his cup "I'm afraid that's true"

You grin at him and join him in a toast.

When there is a knock at the door, you get up and go over. You open the door and your good mood is immediately dampened.

"Edward... what do ya want here?" you ask, a little annoyed. Alarmed by your tone, Finan looks at the door. From the door, there is no view of the table and so Edward does not notice that he is now being overheard by four guys.

"Y/n... I thought... maybe you'd like some company tonight...?"

He is visibly drunk and grinning at you.

"No, Edward. I told you the other day that it wasn't going to happen again"

Finan's expression darkens.

"Oh come on... Don't you miss it...?" he winks at you.

"What would she miss?"

You startle a little as Finan suddenly stands behind you. Edward looks startled too and just stammers around. Words like "nothing" and "just making sure everything is okay" leave his mouth.

"Good. And do not worry, everything is fine here," Finan lets Edward know as he closes the door.

You look at him indignantly, "Finan! I can handle it myself!"

He just walks back to the table and takes a big gulp of ale. You stand in the room a little speechless. You look at Finan and shoot daggers at him. But Finan continues to stand with his back to you and does not look at you.

Sihtric and Uhtred just grin and look at each other. But you notice Osferth looking at you again. He is probably shocked that a woman would seek the company of a man even though she is not married. You sigh softly and go back to the table. You sit down and shake your head slightly.

Finan looks at you again, "What...? You're my sister. I'll always look out for ya. And... the last time I was here, ya liked Edward, didn't ya?"

"I did," you emphasise, "Until I found him between another woman's thighs"

Osferth chokes on his ale and you look at him somewhat amused. He has to grin now, too, and he wipes the ale running down his chin with his hand. You have to chuckle a little, but somehow you like the sight.

But Finan turns your attention back to himself, "He did what? That bastard... Let me go to him..." Finan is about to get up, but you pull him down by his arm.

"No... There's no need for that. That's done and in the past. Really," you smile at him, but Finan doesn't really look convinced.

He just grumbles something to himself and drinks from his ale. You stroke his arm gently.

The later the hour gets, the louder the conversations become. You laugh a lot and talk to each other across the table. You enjoy having your brother and his friends with you. At some point, Uhtred has persuaded you to show him how you can defend yourself against men with your hands if you don't have your dagger with you. But it always ends up with Uhtred putting his arm around your neck from behind or you just giggle and somehow try to bring Uhtred down.

Eventually you sit down at the table again. You are still a little out of breath when Osferth, who is now sitting next to you, addresses you directly, "Lady... isn't it dangerous for a woman to live here alone?"

Uhtred interjects, "Well... if the possible attacker just stands still and doesn't fight back, then y/n has a chance to defend herself," Uhtred grins at you.

But you do not answer Uhtred, instead you kick him under the table.

Uhtred laughs as you turn back to Osferth, smiling.

You look at him curiously now, "Would it be safer for a woman somewhere else?"

He scratches the back of his neck, "Well... if you were at least in company... and there was no Edward lurking outside your door"

You have to chuckle a little and notice a smile forming around his lips too as it dawns on you. "Ooh yes! I'll come with ya"

Now Finan chokes on his ale and Uhtred grins again. As he calms down, he looks at you, "No way. You're safer here than being out with us"

"Finan!" you utter indignantly, but he just shakes his head.

When Sihtric speaks up, "Honestly, she's probably safer with the four of us. There's no one here to look after her"

Uhtred nods slowly in conviction.

"And if we go into battle?", Finan looks slightly overwhelmed.

"Then of course I won't be there. Then I'll cook you dinner in the meantime... Or keep the bed warm," you answer with a grin. As a sister, you know what drives Finan up the wall.

He gives you a warning look and continues to shake his head, "That's not funny... and that's out of the question"

He stands up and goes outside to pee.

Now you shake your head and stand up.

"Guys... It's late... I'm going to sleep now. This will not end well here otherwise"

Sihtric and Uhtred nod at you. Osferth smiles slightly at you, "Good night lady y/n" and you return his smile.

When Finan returns, he sees that you have gone to bed. He sighs and sits back down at the table with the boys. Uhtred's gaze is on Finan, "You know it would be the right decision. She's here all alone, and I'm sure Edward's not the only one knocking on her door"

Finan gives him a warning look.

"I'm just saying. Your parents aren't here anymore, she has no one here to look after her. And with us, she'd have four men by her side looking after her", Uhtred continues

Silence now reigns at the table as the boys continue to drink their ale. Until Finan just nods and gets up from the table again. "Okay... But if even one of ya tries to hit on my sister..." he adds warningly before disappearing into an adjacent room.

The next morning you come out of your chamber. Three men lie on furs on the floor. Light snoring fills the room. You leave the house and go into the garden behind it. Everything is still quiet, a few birds are chirping. You watch as the sun slowly rises and makes the shadows of the forest look less threatening.

Suddenly Finan is standing next to you. You are startled and flinch briefly.

"Holy Lord! Finan!", you lightly punch his arm. He says nothing, but smiles slightly. He also looks in the direction of the sunrise.

"Ya can come with us. Although I know it's dangerous for ya to accompany us... But I also have to admit that it's probably more dangerous for ya to stay here alone..."

You smile at him.

Slowly he looks in your direction, "Ya have to listen to me though"

You grin at him, "I never have Finan"

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hapireads · 11 months

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ewan mitchell as osferth the baby monk in the last kingdom (3.7)

#ewan mitchell #osferth #baby monk #the last kingdom #tlk #tlk season 3 #uhtred #sihtric #finan #little weeble wobble i wanna eat him #hapireadsgifs

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mojogifs · 7 months

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The Last Kingdom | Season 5

#the last kingdom #baby monk #sihtric kjartansson #finan the agile #aethelstan #ingrith #tlk season 5 #osferth #sihtric #finan #tlk #ewan mitchell #arnas fedaravicius #mark rowley #harry gilby #ilona chevakova #mojogifs

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korkiekenobiconfirmed · 9 months

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I’ve started referring to fandom’s tendency to heterosexualize mlm relationships as the Sterek Effect. yk, when you have one dude always feminized to high hell while the other becomes an egregiously hyper-masculine caricature of himself??

they could be the same height, age, status, build, temperament, physical prowess…doesn’t matter. one’s in a short skirt and the other can bench press 873 pounds.

#sterek wasn’t the first but it sure was the most prevalent and bizarre #the most insane pairing I’ve seen this happen to is joe and nicky #equals in every possible way and yet…#tagging the ships sorry in advance (no I’m not)#royjaime #sihtric x finan #sihtric kjartansson #sterek #kaysanova #joe x nicky #destiel #stucky #geraskier #dinluke #ineffable husbands

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tlkfaerie · 8 months

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Ribbons ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻ੈ✩‧₊˚

pairing: Finan x reader

a/n: Response to a lovely request! My first request, actually! Finally doing a solo Finan piece :) A bit soppier than I had originally planned, but I love it and I love Finan soooooo. Also the circumstance / sequence of events aren't entirely accurately in line with the events of the show but we move.

MDNI!18+ : TW finan x reader, dom!finan, virgin!reader, virginity loss, manhandling, kissing, very brief mentions of loss, fingering, p in v sex, confessions of love, slight breeding!kink

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Things were tense when the men staggered back to the stronghold. They had won their latest battle involving Mercia and Bloodhair, though at the cost of a disastrous curse upon Uhtred's family. You selfishly prayed for Finan's safety, despite the two of you not being together. You were great friends, and though the others were familiar to you too, it was Finan that you truly wished to return in one piece.

You spent your time at home praying for the souls of those who had been lost, thinking about the wise words that Hild so graciously bestowed on you. You felt her absence more than ever, needing her sweet guidance, but aware that she was already spread thin. Everyone was.

As winter crept into your home, you wallowed slightly, missing everyone. But you had a duty, an alehouse to run. It was where you had met everyone originally, and had turned into somewhat of a cornucopia for Coccham. You knew that in order to keep spirits high, you'd have to open it up and welcome everyone in. Your hearth was where you had first met Finan, sitting with Uhtred as the two of them laughed. Hild had introduced you, and your speechlessness was the source of several laughs.

You had sat with them on the table that night, laughing with Hild, who you truly saw as your aspiration. Uhtred noticed this, joking about how you reminded him of his children, which had made you huff slightly. You were embarrassed of this, but Finan assured you that you were alright, muttering some joke about how you clearly had the spirit of a warrior within you to deal with these drunken men.

It had been a slow night, but you would rejoin them when you could, smiling at Finan every now and then. Finan's eyes had scrunched up too, but his lingering look had you blushing all throughout the night. From then on, the warriors had frequented your place. You and Finan would often sit and chat. He loved that he could talk to you. For once, it was not about war, or combat, or blasted shield walls. He was sick to death of hearing the names Alfred or Edward, and you gave him peace from all of that.

It filled you with warmth to see everyone so carefree and jolly, especially as it was your father's wish when he opened the alehouse to make an honest place of it. Every now and then, a regular face would vanish, and you felt it like a sting in your core, but you carried on nevertheless.

You lived just above the alehouse, walking down the steep wooden steps as you tried to alleviate your chill. Nothing seemed to work. Lighting candles and preparing some food for the hungry travellers that would arrive soon. You had heard news that the travelling party were returning from Winchester within the next few hours, feeling sadness at the inevitable loss and pain that would be felt all through the town, but also the deep, hidden feelings of desire that you so heavily pushed to one side.

Every time you saw Finan leave, you felt a tinge of regret within you. After all, he was Uhtred's right hand man by all accounts, and great responsibilities were often given to him. What if he were to never return? You supposed it was silly to think more of your confessions being told than him returning with his life, but you were sick of pushing down these feelings. You felt like some sort of angel when his gaze fell on you, which it did, often. And when he would come in for a final glass of ale, though what you didn't know is that he was really just looking for an excuse to talk to you.

He had seemed grave when you saw him last, trying to keep smiling at you but looking away darkly every now and then. You, none the wiser, had given him a cheerful departure, promising a full meal for him and his friends upon his return. You had assured him that the plate would be waiting for him, only if he came home in one piece. The gesture was halfhearted, though to him it was a challenge. He had left beside Uhtred, meditating upon his horse about you.

You.

Finan really, really loved you. He was always incredibly outgoing, and so you assumed he would just wed someone more like him, but Finan dreamed of you almost every night. It tortured him that he was so quick with his words, and yet they seemed to disappear from him whenever he saw you. Your plump lips, your wide eyes, full of life and unsoiled by the rot of death. You were the exact opposite of what he encountered on his missions and tasks, and though he loved his life alongside his trusted Lord, he wanted something to do it all for. And that something was you. He would make sure of that.

As both of your feelings nearly spilled over each other, it was time for someone to do something.

It seemed like you had wasted your whole day, silently waiting for the evening to come, when finally, you heard some commotion - your heart sent flashes of longing through you. You felt somewhat pathetic, watching the door of your alehouse for that specific person to come through. But, when you know, you know.

Suddenly, a stream of townsfolk walked in. Some came holding hands, some even came with their children, which you didn't mind, offering them some meat pies and ruffling their hairs. You spoke with some of the women, delighted to have their husbands back and eager to get you away to spend time with them soon. You joked about being stuck behind the brewery, handing out copious pints of ale. Within the next twenty minutes, your hands were so sticky that you started flapping them furiously.

Finally, you made your way outside, wanting to do a round of everyone sitting on the benches. There, you found Finan and Osferth. Sihtric was over in the corner, with his wife, the two of them beckoning you towards them.

Giving them quick greetings, you drunk in some of the news from Sihtric, who informed you that Uhtred was still in Winchester for some time with Hild, and that he had suffered a great loss. Your head bowed at that, not wanting or needing to know any more. You wished the both of them and their children well, before granting a weak smile to the two men now before you.

Osferth gave a weak smile, fondly remembering happier times in the alehouse and wishing he could match his previous energy. You hugged him tightly, knowing he was more sensitive and newer to the trade of being a warrior, though you didn't expect him to hold on so tightly to you. You sunk into his unfamiliar embrace for a moment, before Osferth pulled away.

And there he was. Finan. You had never seen him looking more tired, slightly long hair giving him a dishevelled look. Though equally, he was beautiful. No amount of sadness could take away the kind, observant look in his eyes. He seemed to be in his own world, and you didn't want to disturb, but then he looked at you, and the faintest smile stretched onto his lips.

You wanted Finan to hold you. You wanted his warm embrace then and there, but something told you it would take a little more time. His brows are furrowed and a strong wrinkle emerges between them, telling you that he is far from relaxed. You gulp slightly, the promise of a meal still hanging in the air.

With a hand still on Osferth's shoulder, you said nothing as you gave him an empathetic nod, tilting your head and smiling as best as you could. Your chest filled with relief when his little wrinkle disappeared. The shadows lifted just slightly, and there he was. He understood you somehow, an unspoken look flittering between you, and then you were gone.

There was so much you wanted to talk to Finan about. You ached to have your friend back, even if that dynamic did pain you. He still came to the tavern, even when Uhtred returned, though he was unusually silent as weeks flew by. Even as things picked up and spirits were back to normal, Finan seemed to be stuck somehow.

You entertained mostly Uhtred and Sihtric most nights, helping them heal ever so slightly with perhaps a little too much ale. You had even begun watering it down less, which did not go unnoticed by them. You prayed with Osferth too, mostly to keep him company.

It wasn't until a whole month had passed that you could no longer take it. Finan's usual loud voice could no longer be something of the past. You needed to tell him how you felt. You knew that you had to do something tonight.

You spent far too long in the mirror during the hour before you would open. You knew it would be a busy night, as the snow had finally ceased, and people were no longer cooped up in their homes. They would want warm drink and entertainment, and you would give them just that.

"Come on, Y/N." You nudged yourself, looping two ribbons into the two braids that you had meticulously gathered with your unruly hair, pinching your cheeks before letting out a slight laugh. You hadn't realised just how much you truly valued Finan's entire personality until it changed whenever you came near. Surely freshening up a bit would impress him?

Meanwhile, as though he was mirroring you, Finan ran his hands through his hair, sitting patiently in his own company. He had been surrounded by his loud companions all day, laughing and working, enjoying any semblance of peace that he could. The Irishman thought of nothing but you, however, and felt that if he did not do something soon he would combust into a million pieces.

Truthfully, after his last visit to Mercia, he had pulled back from you slightly. He needed you so deeply, but couldn't bear the thought of making you wait around for him, worrying if he would come home or not. There was also the additional danger of his weapons everywhere, his being at Uhtred's side constantly, and the threat of having something so precious to him be so targeted. He wanted you more than he wanted to breathe.

After that first day where you had been babbling to Hild in your alehouse, he was stunned. He was in awe of how you ran the place, even with the death of your father, never allowing anyone to step on your toes, even though he would have been more than willing to help. He admired your trust in things, never fearing of the worst, unlike he had. Since his days on the ship, all he had craved was something, anything, to come home to.

Nothing had filled that space until he saw you prancing around the alehouse, clumsily spilling drinks and shaking your sticky hands in his face to annoy him, your loud laughter echoing in his mind even now as he had tried to pull you into the mess you had made.

The memory shone in his mind, so prominent that he quite literally couldn't think straight. He didn't want to be absent towards you now, but his very existence intermingling with yours was a threat to your life, and perhaps your happiness. Could he do that to you?

As the tavern bustled into life, you couldn't stop fiddling with your braids. Some of your friends had offered to touch them up, which only worried you more, but they teased you still, pinching your cheek when you had confessed to them what you were going to do tonight.

You would your hands into the handles of at least ten cups, delivering them to the table of several hefty warriors who barely fit on your stools, making a mental note to get some warrior-friendly seating arranged.

"Here you are boys," you greeted them lightly, recognising a few, particularly Uhtred, who looked like he had seen better days. His hair was loose, strewn all over his face, but a smile graced his face, which reassured you.

"You might want to slow down, Lord," you teased, anticipating his reaction. He cocked his brow, piercing blue eyes observing you graciously. "Y/N, you're too good to me. Too good." He raised a glass to you, and you playfully rolled your eyes, a renewed sense of confidence overtaking you.

As you were about to turn around, you collided with hard leathers, belonging to a very firm chest. Towering above you was Finan. You quickly fiddled with your braid, hoping he would be enticed by them. So stupid, you thought to yourself.

"Have you forgotten what incredibly handsome men look like, or are you just surprised to see me?" said Finan, voice just above a whisper. Your eyes widened at his question, hand coming up to slap his bare arms. He hadn't been this perky in a while, and it shocked you, to say the least. You were happy to see him back to normal. Though he always carried an air of dominance with him, the softer side of him was always welcome.

There was a strange determination in his eyes, as if he had woken up. "Trust me, with you in front of me every day, I could hardly forget what a handsome man looks like." Your emboldened state of mind matched his newfound confidence, and the two of you were back to being the same people that you were when you first met. Finan forgot, just for a second, about the reek of death and its hanging in the air.

Instead, he took you in. Your fresh braids, which he suspected you had done just for him. He felt so warm, even in the bitter winter, and your eyes gazing at him as though he was the kindest man on earth brought him more security than anything else in the world.

His presence alone was enormous. You had to shake your head to remember what you were really here to say to him. He had laughed at your previous remark, taking the confident proudly.

"You look so beautiful, Y/N." he stated fondly, content to spend the rest of the night with you. Your cheeks heated at his words, and you looked away, but not before his strong hands found your chin, raising your face to meet his brown eyes once more. He simply could not wait any longer.

"You always look beautiful, and I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel like you aren't", he huffed, acknowledging his own mental absence. You felt the tenderness in his touch, against the rough scarring on his hands. You smiled sadly, wishing he didn't have to be treated so roughly. Your softer hands found his, holding them tightly.

"I suppose I sh-" but before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by a loud crash. You were quick to inspect the commotion, not realising that the two of you were still firmly holding hands. It hadn't occurred to you until his grip tightened, dwarfing your entire hand in his. You couldn't help but smile, especially when you discovered what the scene before you was all about.

Two women were having at it, fighting like animals. These were women you knew, and so you were shocked to see them go at one another, enough even to draw blood. You considered for a moment why two familiar faces would be fighting, but the two had recently mentioned their escapades with Osferth, who was a babbling mess at the scene before him.

Finan cursed. Truly, he couldn't help but laugh. Of course, this stupid baby monk would intervene in some way, he thought to himself. You giggled at Osferth's expression as the women were finally separated by Finan, who begrudgingly let go of your hand. He felt so juvenile, clinging to you like a crush, but he simply couldn't help himself.

"Umm, I thought monks weren't allowed to hump," was all he said, before leaving the poor boy to defend for himself, returning to you. As he walked over, you felt the life reemerge within him. He was smiling so much you almost couldn't take it.

"Now that's a hero," you laughed as he spread his arms out, congratulating himself. You couldn't keep yourself from moving about, however, unable to stay still in his presence. Your mind constantly filtered through possibilities of what he was about to tell you, meanwhile your own looming confession was being stuffed further and further back in your mouth. You weren't entirely sure what he was going to say to you. Perhaps he was going to tell you to stay away from him . . .

Any suspicions of his rejection, however, were entirely forgotten when both of his hands came to cup your face. The act felt so intimate that your legs almost quivered, and you braced yourself to fall over. His head leaned back slightly, and he breathed heavily, taking you in. Finan, filled with confidence, had bee brought to his knees by you. You and your ribbon braids.

"Can we talk somewhere, please. Perhaps when it's a little less busy, lady?" you understood, but couldn't help the frustration that grew within you as your conversation was prolonged yet again. You simply nodded, but that didn't seem to be enough for him, judging by his widening eyes.

"After closing, Finan, come up the stairs, I'll be in my room." You hadn't realised just how suggestive that sounded until Finan's eyes widened even more, and he cocked his head with a cheeky grin, retorting something about you being more forward than ever. You slapped his chest, mocking his childishness, though before you could fully manage to hit him, he grabbed your wrist with ease.

His arm flexed, and he quickly pulled you in, your feet stumbling to keep up with his strength, until you felt his breath on your face, and you were close enough to be touching his lips.

"Quite the invitation, lady," he half joked, but in reality, he as already counting down the hours. "I will be there, Y/N."

After what felt like the longest night in history, the last of the crowd finally retreated from the alehouse. You were itching to see Finan. Since the two of you last spoke, you had barely seen him. Uhtred was shamefully taken home by Sihtric, who you were amazed was sober. The rest of the men and women left together, and you said your final goodbyes, closing the doors. This time, however, you didn't lock them.

You trudged upstairs, tiredness hitting your body. After hours, you finally took a seat on the edge of your bed, fiddling with the silly plaits that you had worried so much over. You sensed Finan's presence when there was a slight moan of old wood being pressed as he walked up to meet you. You had so much to say to him you could hardly contain yourself, rising from your sitting position.

Finan gave a polite knock, but didn't bother waiting, bending under the doorframe before returning to his natural state, giving you an incredibly sheepish look. You stuttered slightly, but told him to sit. You quickly realised that a man had never been up to your room. It was spacious enough, with a large bed of furs and enough space for plenty of candlelight.

"Please, sit, Finan." you held your hand out as if to show him the way, guiding yourself to the edge of your bed. Finan let out a small laugh at your sudden formality, bending as if giving you a mocking bow before sitting next to you.

Even though he had been the one to initiate conversation last time, you made it your mission to get there before him, wanting to get your own point across before he said anything to you.

"Finan, I have to tell you," you started, feeling an awful mist of tension heating up your body suddenly, " I just - I hate," you sighed in frustration, groaning as you could hardly get the words out. Finan seemed heavily amused, beckoning you to continue.

"I just really enjoy when you're here." Pathetic. "And I don't like it when you're gone away for weeks. And I worry for you when you're not here, even though I have faith in you."

Once you break the seal, you can hardly stop. Finan takes in every word as though it is gospel, but you hardly notice as you babble on.

"Obviously you're strong, and umm, and handsome, and you speak well enough to get yourself out of trouble,"

"Oh, do keep going, lady. I've never been so flattered." he raised a hand to his chest, feigning shyness. You glared at him, embarrassment curling itself around your neck, blocking any clear thought from entering your head. Finan quickly sensed your frustration, placing a hand on your thigh to steady you.

But that just made it worse.

"And then I think we're good, but you don't speak to me f-for weeks, Finan. And then you touch my thigh like this!" You could almost laugh at yourself, truly, "and I just want you all of the time, and I think we . . . I think we should be together."

With your final declaration out of the way, you feel a fatal sense of worry overcome your body at his shocked face. The hand on your thigh doesn't move, however. It tightens.

"Y/N," he starts, and you brace yourself for the worst, "Please, I want to be with you too. I stayed distant, because, well because I didn't want anything to happen to you. If I am with you, then I'll have something to actually fight for," he looked down as he continued, clearly stressed, "but then if I have something to fight for I'll have something to lose as well."

You began to understand him clearly. With what he had seen, particularly with recent events, there was always a risk involved. Perhaps what made him so good is that everything he previously needed to protect was always on the battlefield with him. The two of you together would be a constant source of worry for him. You could be kidnapped, taken hostage, injured while he was away.

"But, Finan, every time you've left, nothing has happened to me. I'm here, aren't I? Entirely whole."

"But it's different, or, it would be different," he stressed, hands flying up as he spoke.

"The only difference is I'd be yours. And I want to be yours, Finan."

He looked at you then. Really looked at you. His hand ran through his beard, and any semblance of composure that he had snapped when you bit your lip. Perhaps he was being ridiculous. Perhaps he was thinking about things too deeply. After all, he was an entirely competent warrior. If anything happened, he would be able to solve it.

He could barely control himself any longer, when your hand came to fiddle with the ribbons weaved into your loosening braids. You had never looked more innocent and enticing - he physically couldn't stand what you were doing to him.

Meanwhile, you took note of his chest heaving, feeling your own heartbeat gain speed. You decided to let even more out, noticing his gaze shifting to your hair.

"I plaited these for you, I thought they would impress you." The sheepish truth had you looking down, realising that the two of you had been stupidly restricting one another whilst simultaneously trying to impress one another in a hideously drawn out back and forth. Sorrows had settled, and now you wanted him. You needed Finan.

"They do impress me, most definitely," he assured you, teasing you slightly with his reaction. He found you utterly adorable, that you had done some little change to please him, "but you already caught my attention without the ribbons, Y/N."

The cross around his neck gleamed as it dangled, moving slightly as he leaned down to meet your face as you sat beneath him on the bed. The tenderness of the moment had been replaced by burning passion.

"Finan, I-"

"Say my name again."

"Finan-" You couldn't even finish before his lips crashed into yours. Everything melted away when you kissed. Every semblance of a problem disappeared, and it was just you and Finan. He revelled in the idea that you were his woman, spoiling himself with the very thought of it.

You, meanwhile, were growing incredibly impatient. The man in front of you was something else, his muscles straining as his hands trailed down to your waist and picked you up. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his strong waist, arousal beginning to leak from within you as his grip tightened. He couldn't get enough of you, and he never wanted to let you go.

"I hope you know, love, that I'm keeping you forever." He smiled, adjusting you a little so that you felt the bulge of his crotch just underneath your sex, friction causing you to whine slightly. You weren't entirely sure if Finan was aware that you were a virgin, but the feeling of his body against yours prevented you from saying anything.

"Let me hear you." he demanded as he looked up at you, and thought he was still the Finan you knew, an air of seriousness had overcome him, and the words that came from him were dominating. You understood now how he managed to control armies the way he did.

You buried your head between his neck and shoulder, drooling slightly as you let out a moan at Finan's undying strength. With your undergarments pulled to the side by the stretch of his fingers, he made sure to move you up and down ever so slowly, rubbing against his crotch even more until your naked sex could take it no more.

The fabric of his trousers was an obstacle that you needed to be removed as soon as possible. Though the friction created waves of pleasure, the way he was holding you had you panting for more.

"Please, Finan, take them off." you looked into his eyes, which held an amused stare. He took your worn out image in, unable to believe how lucky he was. Any negative thought about the relationship between you two could be dealt with later, right now he had you securely in his arms, entirely fucked out without him even properly touching you yet.

You fastened your legs around his waist, which made him laugh. "You're telling me what to do now, is it?" truthfully, he would let you do or say anything you wanted. He was wrapped around your little fingers, and he knew it well.

"Love, I can't do what you ask if you continue to cling to me like a pup," he wore a toothy grin on his face, amusement growing in time with your own frustration. You loosened your thighs from his hold, and he set you down gently on your own bed. You fidgeted when you realised what would happen once his trousers were off, if you even managed to wait that long.

You watched him undo his breeches, only to around halfway, not even letting them slide down his legs before he came to you again. You leaned your head into his arm, nuzzling instinctively into his hold like some trained animal. You felt you would burst, declaring "I love you," before he could say anything else.

"I love you too, you and your ribbons." he flicked your braid with his finger, drawing you in to a loving kiss. You were slightly stunned at his lack of hesitation, any precaution having been abandoned by him. Finan felt it as well, the swell of pride that filled him as he announced his love for you, not even questioning the words. He knew them to be true, and he knew that with you as his woman, he was entirely complete.

Your next words, however, did catch him off guard.

"I've never been with a man, Finan." you confessed, maintaining eye contact with him as you waited for his reaction, worrying that he would be less eager to bed you with your inexperience. Finan tried to fight the impure thoughts as they wavered in his brain, unable to keep his hands off you as he thought of a way to reassure you without sounding too patronising, as he usually managed.

When he still didn't say anything, it prompted you to finally look away from him, wondering if he really cared about it as much as you thought.

"Hey, where's my lady gone?" he moved to sit beside you, feeling somewhat of a fool that his bulge was straining against the half of his breeches that still hung from his hips, and you with your dress bunched up so high that all he could think about were the stockings slipping down your delicate thighs. You didn't have the faintest idea of the impact you had on him right now.

He wasn't entirely sure how much more restraint he could exercise. "I don't care about that, I want to be the only man that ever gets to touch you from now on, anyway." he buffed his chest to try and make you laugh, but you didn't give him the satisfaction of laughing, too engrossed in lulling over the words he had just uttered.

"I want to be your only woman, Finan." and with that, you kissed him forcefully, adjusting your body so that you could straddle his frame, his heavy arms wrapping around your waist, bringing you further into his kiss. His hands moved down to your ass, squeezing firmly. Your mouth remained open when he allowed them to slip further down your thigh, toying with the hem of one of your stockings. They were cheap things, made for you with the purpose of convenience, and yet he was treating them like they were pure gold.

"I don't think I'll be sharing you with anyone anytime soon, love," he managed to whisper into your ear, your hands finding his hair and gripping tightly when he inserted two fingers into you, the promise of 'getting you ready for him' hanging in the air. The feeling was unlike anything you had experience, a welcome intrusion to your core. You felt his fingers curl, pushing up as far as they could go, meanwhile his thumb also occupied a space on your clit, rubbing ever so gently whenever he could to bring you pleasure.

You felt your thigh muscles trembling as you still straddled him on your knees, his head on your shoulder, occasionally kissing your neck, creating his own little mark on you. Finan knew he was possessive. He had to remind himself to be gentle with you, however, removing his fingers and inserting them again, wanting to tease you slightly.

You gave a quick tug to his thick hair in retaliation, which he seemed to like as he groaned and leaned back in order to see your face. You couldn't help a satisfied grin, otherwise looking rather empty as you thought of nothing but pleasure.

"Careful there," he said, returning his attention to kissing your neck, marking it with a slight bite. His warm lips on your skin affected you in ways you hadn't thought possible. You wondered why he hadn't put his fingers back inside of you, but you felt him fidget beneath you, until his cock was fully out, brushing back and forth against your sex. The two sensations together, of his lips and his cock, very nearly sent you over the edge embarrassingly soon.

The ghost of pleasure kept pulsating at your core, his hand moving his cock back and forth ever so slowly, sometimes seeming as though he was about to slip in and then releasing altogether from you. You hated it, the absence and the longing, playing tricks with your mind and turning you into some kind of depraved whore.

"Finan, I swear-"

"You swear what, lady?" he taunted you, still not close enough as his arm adjusted its claim around your waist, your breasts squishing into his own chest as you practically kneeled over the top of him, wanting to push him down to finish the job yourself.

"If you don't hump me soon, I will personally ban you from this very alehouse." shocked at your own feistiness, you hadn't imagined Finan to take your word so literally. Before you knew it, your back hit your bed of furs, and Finan now kneeled above you, playing with himself, tugging back and forth, his hard cock so prominent you felt it would break you.

And break you it did. His tip finally breached your walls, before his entire member felt your insides. Your core was so full, so unbelievably full. The pressure seemed to build before he even began to move, and you released several short pants, biting back a moan that he seemed to want to encourage out of you as he moved his hips just slightly, his muscled core meeting your soft, pliable thighs, now up in the air, hanging from his grip.

You were entirely at his mercy, so pliant for him, and so good for him. "I hadn't expected you to listen well, and you proved me right," he started, moving in and out once, so tantalisingly slowly that you felt every curve, vein and pulse going through him, "I told you to be careful, didn't I sweet girl?"

Though he was teasing, he still wanted to make sure you were okay. He didn't move until your face lost the scrunch and your eyes opened to look at him, heavy breathing turning into moans as your impatience move.

"Move, Finan." And that was all he needed to hear, moving in and out of you with some force, his hands clamping into the soft flesh of your thighs, still admiring the stockings that you wore, reminding himself to ask you to wear them more often.

Your lips fell open in a gasp when he sped up even more, soft 'good girls' coming from his lips in murmurs. He let go of one of your thighs, letting your leg fall to the bed, while his free hand now moved to your stomach, pressing down on your core and feeling exactly where he was inside of you. He pumped so rhythmically that you began to think you'd truly reached heaven, the additional pressure applied by his strong hands becoming too much for you.

He watched your face, assessing you to ensure you were still comfortable. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt you in any way. You felt funny, a strange tingling, almost like a warning, reaching your core.

"F-Finan, I think . . ."

He shushed you, understanding what you meant. Who was he to deny such a lovely maiden what she wanted? "Just breathe, Y/N, don't fight it, sweet girl," he guided you, the pressure of his hand increasing. He maintained his pace, feeling your walls tighten and squeeze around him, clamping so hard he struggled to keep up.

"Come on, there we are," he further encouraged, and normally, you'd tell him to shut up, his words embarrassing you slightly, but you were so filled with delicate pleasure that you couldn't risk losing it. The immense pinch in your core finally snapped, and you were coming around him, pumping him for all he was worth as your arousal came to its peak. Your face made him positively weak at the knees.

"There we go," he cooed, his hand coming to your clit to stimulate you more, though you began begging him not to, trying and failing to grab his wrist in the process. You bit your lip instead, eyes all glossy and strained as you looked at your lover as though he was God. Perhaps he was, because no mortal man should have been able to make you feel so good.

"Please come, Finan." you whined sweetly, and he could never deny you as he had done before. He would listen to you if you told him to do anything, let alone come, which he did gladly, pumping you full of his seed, thinking briefly about the pups you could share. The pups that you would share.

His heart pumped ten times as fast as he bred you, vowing to be the only man to touch you ever again. His possessiveness had seemed to grow in the last hour, and he lifted you suddenly onto his lap, caressing the top of your head as you panted in unison.

"We'll speak properly tomorrow," he began, stroking your now undone hair. Your ribbon barely hung on, and you wound it around his fingers, the fabric reminding him of your sweet confession, something that he knew he would tease you about for years to come, but secretly loved, "sleep for now, love."

He stayed awake for most of the night, observing you every now and then, mostly focusing on the sway of the candlelight. He had seen his lord go through so much, and now he had something too precious to lose, he vowed that the same would not happen to him. Even if it cost him his loyalty.

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alexagirlie · 6 months

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Fandom: The Last Kingdom

Series: Danger Days Masterlist

Pairing: Finan/Sihtric

Rating: E

Words: 3,063

Warnings: aftermath of battle. battle rage. beserkr. dom/sub. hair pulling. tears. oral sex. face fucking. minimal prep. anal fingering. anal sex. rough sex. choking. coming untouched. outdoor sex.

Summary: Finan had seen Sihtric behave like this before, in the aftermath of battles in the past. Uhtred had called it battle rage, the one time Finan had asked him after watching the Lord calm the younger warrior. It was a special trance that some warriors could achieve, it marked Sihtric as a Beserkr, the most fearsome of warriors among the Danes and their kin, but sometimes coming down from that state was hard. It left an itching under the skin that could only be scratched by more fighting, or fucking, until all energy was spent and exhaustion set in.

When Finan went looking for Sihtric after the battle had ended, and he had been dismissed by Uhtred, he found the Dane pacing, stalking back and forth like a caged predator, hands clenching and unclenching at his side. As Finan watched he could see the aborted movements towards drawing a weapon and the forced relaxation, the deep breaths that did nothing to calm whatever was whirling through his lover's mind.

This had been the hardest battle they had ever fought in together, their forces had been outnumbered and if Lord Sigbriht hadn't arrived when they did to attack the Danish line from the back they might not have come out the victors. It had been long and brutal and Sihtric was coated in blood, his hair was wet with it and stuck to his forehead. The shaved sides and all down his jawline and neck was smeared with red like he had tried to clean himself up and failed. It was hard to see blood on black leather but Finan could see the wet shine on his armour and the dampness on the tunic underneath as he got closer and he could make out the blood coating Sihtric's hands. Finan was willing to bet it was caked under in his nails and would require a good scrubbing to get it all off.

He was looking forward to helping Sihtric with getting clean, and being scrubbed clean himself, but first he had to try and settle whatever beast lurked under his lover's skin.

Finan approached Sihtric cautiously which proved to be the smart move as Sihtric startled when a twig snapped under Finan boot and his fight or flight instinct was triggered. He had his axe in hand before Finan could even blink and he bared his teeth in a snarl.

Finan threw his hands up to show he was unarmed. "Oi! It's just me!" He watched as recognition bleed into Sihtric's eyes and the coiled readiness left his body and he slipped his axe back onto his belt with trembling fingers and a mumbled apology.

Finan reached out and cupped the side of Sihtric's face in one hand, trying to sooth some of the tension he could still see. "What's wrong?"

Sihtric shrugged, an attempt at nonchalance that Finan could see right through. "You just startled me, I'm fine." A clear lie, Sihtric did not startle easily and he wouldn't meet Finan eyes and most tellingly was how restless he was, he shifted, foot to foot, restless.

Finan brought his other hand up to cup the other side of Sihtric's face and forced the younger man to meet his eyes. "You're not fine. What do you need?"

Sihtric stared back at him, silent with a searching look on his face, whatever he was looking for Finan wasn't sure but he must have found it as he finally, finally relaxed and leant forward to rest his head on Finan's shoulder, not caring about who might see them. "Need to get out of my head… not think." His voice was muffled but Finan could hear the desperate edge, could feel how his body still trembled softly.

Finan had seen Sihtric behave like this before, in the aftermath of battles in the past. Uhtred had called it battle rage, the one time Finan had asked him after watching the Lord calm the younger warrior. It was a special trance that some warriors could achieve, it marked Sihtric as a Beserkr, the most fearsome of warriors among the Danes and their kin, but sometimes coming down from that state was hard. It left an itching under the skin that could only be scratched by more fighting, or fucking, until all energy was spent and exhaustion set in.

He had an idea, a way for him to help clear Sihtric's head and use up his remaining energy. "Do you trust me?"

"With my life." Sihtric responded immediately, there was absolutely no hesitation and it made Finan smile and drop a kiss to the side of Sihtric's head, not caring about the taste of blood and dirt under his lips.

Finan ran a hand up the back of Sihtric's head, through the wet strands of his hair until he could grab a handful and yanked his head back, hard, making Sihtric gasp with pain. He knew Sihtric liked having his hair pulled but Finan had never been this rough about it before. Sihtric's mouth dropped open and his eyes went heated, Finan watching as his pupils got bigger until only the tiniest ring of colour remained, blue indistinguishable from brown.

"Come on" Finan released him abruptly, making Sihtric stumble before he rushed to follow after the retreating Irishman.

Finan led them through the trees, away from the remnants of the battle and where no one would be able to see them. It was one thing to fuck Sihtric in camp when it was just Uhtred's inner circle, the Lord and Osferth not giving two shits about what their companions got up to or where, but Finan had no intention of letting anyone else see what Sihtric looked like when he took Finan cock. When he begged and whined and squirmed as he was split open and fucked until he screamed.

Once Finan deemed them far enough away to not get interrupted he forced Sihtric to his knees. He grabbed Sihtric by the face, hooked two fingers into his parted lips and pulled him down by the jaw until his knees hit the dirt. Sihtric didn't resist or try to pull away and Finan bit back a groan at the sight, as Sihtric's whole body trembled and he groaned before he wrapped his lips around Finan's fingers, completely uncaring of their own blood and dirt covered state, and sucked, hard, cheek hollowing. Finan couldn't hold back the groan this time, as the wet heat of Sihtric's mouth sucked on his fingers like he would his cock, his tongue slipping along their length and the gentlest application of teeth.

He had always thought Sihtric would take well to a rougher hand in bed but to see it in front of his eyes was incredibly arousing and the front of his trousers tightened as his cock got fully on board.

Finan made Sihtric suck his fingers first, fucking them in and out on his mouth until Sihtric was whining and his mismatched eyes were wet with unshed tears. He had saliva drooling out of the side of his mouth and he had never looked so fucking beautiful. Finan cock throbbed in his trousers and he couldn't resist palming himself over the fabric, trying to relieve some of the ache.

Finan pulled his fingers free and fumbled with his armour until he could loosen it enough to pull over his head and toss it to the ground, then Sihtric helped him get his tunic off and his trouser open and pulled his cock out. He batted Sihtric's hands away from his cock when the younger man reached for it and waited for Sihtric to settle back, hands on his thighs, before Finan cupped the back of his head in both hands. "If you need me to stop, tap my hip twice okay?"

"Yes please." Sihtric's eyes were hazy but he nodded to emphasize his words and licked his lips before opening his mouth wide and letting his tongue hang out.

Finan wrapped a hand around his cock and guided it against Sihtric's pink lips, he rubbed the wet, leaking tip across Sihtric's lower lip, leaving a wet shine of precome behind before he slipped it between those enticing lips and slapped it against his tongue, teasing them both before he fed it inch by inch into Sihtric's waiting mouth.

Once he was pressed into the hilt and the tip of his cock rested in Sihtric throat he released his cock and threaded his fingers into his curls and waited.

Sihtric let out a muffled whine, desperate and needy, and swallowed around the head of Finan cock. The feeling of that tight channel enveloping him and the feel of Sihtric's fingers digging into the back of his thigh the signal Finan needed to start moving.

He started slowly, in and out, each time pressing harder and faster into Sihtric's mouth. It was wet and hot and he groaned, deep and hoarse at the feeling of his cock sliding against Sihtric's tongue. Soon he was thrusting into that perfect mouth with enough vigour that his balls slapped against Sihtric's chin each time he bottomed out. He made soft choking noises each time Finan cock pushed into his throat but he didn't tap out, not until he had tears running down his face, the kohl he lined his eyes with before battle leaving gray streaks down his cheeks.

When Finan felt the tap on his hip he pulled his cock from Sihtric's mouth, a long line of saliva connecting the head of his cock to Sihtric lips. He broke the line with a thumb, which he fed back into Sihtric's mouth before he used his other hand to clean the tears from his face "Good?"

Sihtric blinked slowly up at him, eyes dark and unfocused, and he whined while nodding his head enthusiastically.

Finan smiled down at his lover. "Be a good boy for me and take your clothes off." He ordered and Sihtric was quick to obey, the Dane never one to push back or play the brat during their previous bedroom games.

Once naked Finan laid Sihtric out on the ground, a soft, dark green patch of grass and clover and crawled between his thighs. He pressed open mouthed kisses up his toned stomach and chest until he could take his mouth in a kiss, devouring and hungry with lust. They pressed together, Finan grinding down and swallowing the moans he pulled from Sihtric's throat as their trapped cocks slid wetly against each other.

They traded kisses for several long minutes, until they were both panting into each other's mouths and Finan had to pull away before he spilled and ended their fun too soon.

Finan knelt between Sihtric's sprawled legs and looked his fill at his boy as he got himself back under control. Sihtric whole body was quivering and he was slick with sweat, his muscles glistening in the sunlight that filtered through the trees. He was flushed pink down to his chest and his cock was weeping onto the cut muscles on his abdomen.

Finan ran his hands along Sihtric's calves until he could hook his hands under the younger man's knees and he pressed Sihtric legs back. "Hold these up for me okay luv?" Sihtric's flexibility was pushed to the max as he pulled his legs back even further and his knees touched his shoulders and he was put on display obscenely.

Finan ran his thumb over the pink furl of Sihtric's rim causing Sihtric to whine and squirm, pushing himself back against the press of Finan's touch. Finan slapped the curve of his arse hard enough for a pink handprint to appear "Be good, stay still."

Sihtric settled down and Finan looked and touched his lover's most intimate places, slow and worshipful. His fingers travelled over up over the silky softness of his balls and brushed fleetingly along the wet length of his cock, the touch pulling a breathy groan out of Sihtric throat. He alternated between feather soft touches and firmer strokes, teasing, trying to work Sihtric up into a state of mindlessness, then he racked his nails from hip to knees, leaving raised pink welts behind. The pleasure-pain made Sihtric moan and his chest heaved with each panting breath.

"Please!" Sigtric begged him, voice hoarse and breathless. "Please Finan, fuck me!"

How could Finan ignore such a desperate plea. He pressed his thumb back against Sihtric's rim and pushed until it popped past the ring of muscles and sank smoothly down to the knuckle. He was still lose and slick from the fast, dirty fuck they snuck in before the battle started and it helped ease the way.

He ignored the protesting whine Sihtric let out when he pulled his thumb out of the tight clutch of his body, the noise transforming into a gasp as Finan pressed two fingers back in. He kept the teasing to a minimum and worked up to three fingers, making sure Sihtric was as prepared as possible before he pulled them free as well and he helped Sihtric roll over onto his elbows and knees. The position put Sihtric's glorious ass on display and Finan gripped one cheek to help spread him open as he used the other hand to steady his cock and lined it up with Sihtric's rim. When Finan pushed his cock into Sihtric arse they both let out desperate and needy moans, the sound ringing through the clearing. He was hot and tight around him and Finan groaned as he worked his cock into the hilt and he bottomed out, his hips pressed flush to the curve of Sihtric's arse.

Finan paused to let Sihtric have a moment to adjust and he gripped the other man by the hips and leaned down to press a gentle kiss to the slope of his spine. "Ready?" He asked, barely above a whisper as he pressed another kiss to Sihtric's back, savoring the taste of sweat on his tongue.

Sihtric's response was to drop his head lower, pressing his face against his crossed hands and moaning as he pushed his arse back harder against Finan hips.

Finan laughed breathlessly as he answered the silent plea and begun to fuck Sihtric in earnest. Now was not the time for slow and gentle, that would come later, tomorrow, by the pale light of dawn as they lay curled together under the furs. Now was the time to fuck every thought out of his lovers head, to tame the beast which had raised its head at the taste of blood and battle.

It was hard and it was fast and it was loud, both men letting moans and groans spill from between their lips. Finan grabbed a handful of Sihtric's hair and pulled his head back so he could better hear the sounds his lover made. Finan had never let himself be this rough with Sihtric before, it was near animalistic. He used the hold he had in Sihtric's hair and the hold on his hip as leverage to pull him back even harder and each pleasure-pain filled moan sent a jolt of arousal straight to his cock and it throbbed.

Suddenly Finan desired nothing more than to see Sihtric's face as he fell apart on his cock and he pulled out abruptly. He ignored Sihtric's confused whine and manhandled the younger man onto his back and wrapped Sihtric's legs around his waist before he pressed back in. The new position allowed Finan to watch his face as he fucked him, allowed him to watch as Sihtric's eyes rolled into the back of his head, as his mouth fell open and he made the most beautiful sounds.

Sihtric grabbed Finan's hand and brought it to his throat. Finan groaned and he tightened his fingers and he thrust harder and faster as Sihtric's face turned rosy pink as his air was restricted. When Finan released his grip the moan that spilled from the Dane's mouth was downright sinful and he tilted his head back into the leaves, exposing his throat, all but begging for Finan's to choke him again.

Finan tightened his fingers again, tighter this time and the rhythm on his hips faltered at the effect this had on Sihtric. The younger man had his hand wrapped around his cock and he was stroking himself hard and fast. His cock was red at the head and leaking profusely. His other hand had reached down and he dug his fingers into the curve of Finan's hip and was trying to get Finan to fuck him faster.

"Did I say you could touch yourself?" FInan asked as he released Sihtric's throat and leaned back, the thrusting of his hips slowing to a stop. The Dane whined, voice raspy and so desperate. Finan tsked and grabbed both of Sihtric's hands and pinned them above the younger man's head in one of his own, Sihtric's legs wrapped around his waist in response. "Naughty boy. You cum when I tell you and not a second sooner, understood?"

Sihrric whined and squirmed and begged him so sweetly "Please Fin, please fuck me-" he cut off on a moan as Finan started to fuck him again, harder and faster and he outright screamed as Finan adjusted the angle he was driving his cock into the other man at, hitting his sweet spot again and again.

"Close?"

Sihtric nodded but had been rendered speechless, he was only able to gasp out these little breathy sounds each time Finan sunk his cock in. Finan moaned and fucked him even harder.

"You can cum whenever you want." Finan gasped out as he wrapped his hand around Sihtric's throat again and watched transfixed as Sihtric's eyes rolled into the back of his head. His mouth opened on a silent scream as his cock exploded, untouched, streaking his stomach and chest with thick, white cum. He shuddered and shook and arched his back in pleasure.

Finan released the hold he had on Sihtric's throat and the sound of his gasping pleasure filled voice drove Finan over the edge and he came so hard he saw stars, he ground his hips against Sihtric's arse mindlessly as he filled him with ropes of his cum. It seemed to stretch out forever before he collapsed on the younger man and tried to get his breath back.

"Better?" He asked as he pressed a kiss to Sihtric's sweaty neck.

"Hmmm yes"

They cleaned up the best they could before they stumbled their way back to camp and made it all the way to where their tent was set up before they came across Uhtred. He took in their disheveled appearance and snorted, slapping a hand on Finans shoulder as he walked passed. "Get some sleep! We break camp at dawn."

Once inside they cleaned each other as best as they could with a bucket of cold water before they crawled under the furs and fell asleep, sated and exhausted.

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lexyleblancc · 1 year

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Something nicer {Sihtric}

Summary: Sihtric takes care of his family during the night of a storm.

Dad!Sihtric x Fem!Reader

Warnings: nothing, unless you fear children and a simp of a man :)

Word count: 699 haha nice

Disclaimer: Not proof read, we die like men here. Also have decided to make this a little series of the TLK men being dads because it warms my heart

There had been rumors of a storm hitting, and Sihtric couldn’t be more happy that he had made it home before it hit. The nights had been getting colder, almost unbearably cold. Furs were piled high on all the beds at night, roaring fires hit in hearths to keep the chill at bay. You were curled into Sihtric’s side, your nose cold and red from being the only part of you visible under the mountain of furs you curled under. The man sucked in a breath as your cold nose made contact with his neck, making him shiver. The door to the bedroom creaked open, making the restless man look up, seeing the small figure of your youngest child standing there, holding a small stuffed bear tightly in her arms.

“Da, it’s so cold.” The little girl cried quietly. Sihtric sighed, sitting up and letting the furs pool around his waist, the cold air hitting his skin.

“It is.” Sihtric agreed, motioning for his youngest to climb onto the bed. “Lay with your mom, keep her nice and warm and I’ll go get the fires going again, okay?” He cooed softly, tugging the furs over the young girl and kissing her forehead. In your sleep you reached out for your daughter, pulling her closer to you and letting out a soft hum. Both Sihtric and your daughter let out small laughs, before the man stood from the bed and found the closest tunic he could reach.

The wooden floors were half frozen, sending shocks through him as he quickly rushed to the living room to stoke the fire before heading down the hallway to the children’s room to stoke that one as well. Sihtric almost cursed the day you insisted on giving your children the larger room with a fireplace in it, but they would always come first. He just prayed to the Gods you would be able to move houses soon, somewhere that was much larger and had a fireplace in every room to keep the family warm.

Your two oldest children were curled together in one bed, shivering under the furs while the man worked quickly to warm them. The middle child, your only son, had abandoned his bed at some point in the night to help keep his older sister warm during the night. Once the fire was roaring once more, Sihtric grabbed some of the extra furs from a chest beside the door and covered the children, kissing both their foreheads before leaving the room quietly.

When he was finally back in his and (Y/N)’s room, he smiled fondly seeing his wife and youngest child sleeping soundly in each other's arms. He slowly slid back under the covers, reaching over your daughter who laid contently between you two, and pulled the both of you closer to his shivering form.

“Where did you go?” You asked, your voice laced with sleep as your eyes opened slowly to look at your husband.

“Just fed the fires.” He told you softly, pushing some of your hair away from your face as he smiled widely. “Gave the children some extra furs to keep them warm until morning.”

“We need more fireplaces to keep this place warm.” You joked quietly, a small smile tugging at your lips. The walls would tend to let in drafts during the colder months, taking all the heat away when the family so desperately needed it.

“Or a nicer home.” Sihtric mumbled, his eyes growing heavy with the sleep that so desperately called for him. “I will talk to Uhtred in the morning, see if there is something we can do about the cursed cracks in the walls until then.” He promised, placing a tender kiss on your lips before leaning down and kissing your daughter's head. “Just rest darling, the warmth will flow through the house soon.”

“I’m not the one shivering.” You hummed, placing a warm hand on your husband's arm. He smiled softly, holding you and your daughter tightly as the both of you fell asleep once more.

He would always wake up at night, to stoke the fires that warmed your family, just until he could provide something nicer.

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 8 months

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Note: requested by an anon!

Warnings: the sickness????

pairing: Sihtric x you (x Finan)

summary: keeping your pregnancy a secret during the sickness did not go as planned

wordcount: 1,1k

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'I hump my wife whenever I want, yes.'

'What are you looking for, Finan?' Osferth asked.

'Bodies!' Finan answered, cutting through the tall grass while covering his mouth and nose with a cloth.

You, Sihtric and Osferth glanced at each other as you relaxed and laid back in the grass.

'Eh?' Osferth said for all of you.

'Bodies!' Finan shouted again, 'I know the sickness is close!'

'Why are you shitting yourself?' Sihtric taunts.

You snort at your husband's remark, who gives you a proud smirk.

'I've seen men as strong as bears at breakfast time,' Finan said, 'gurgling blood and pus by supper time! You little runt!' he snarled.

'Hey!' you gave Finan a disapproving look, but then grinned at Sihtric, loving how easy it was to rile the Irish man up right now.

You had been feeling a little under the weather yourself the past week. You knew if you told Finan, he would completely freak out, which could be funny, as you knew you weren't truly sick. But for Finan's own health, you decided against it.

Your travel continued, by foot. You and Sihtric walked with your fingers laced, and he kept you close at all times. Your husband noticed you hadn't been eating as well as usual, but to not freak Finan out, he decided to not bring it up yet, unless it would get worse or you would show signs of being ill.

Finan was the only one to hear you vomit one morning, near the river, and he stared at you, deadpan.

'The… the sickness,' he whispered with big eyes, pointing his sword's edge towards you from a safe distance.

'Finan,' you sighed and wiped your mouth, 'it's not the sickness, trust me,' you said and got up from your knees.

But as you set a step closer to Finan, the Irish man immediately took a step back. And so the dance began.

'Finan, don't be ridiculous!' you hissed, 'trust me, I'm fine.'

'Aye,' Finan said, 'and then catch the sickness myself, lady? I don't think so.'

You tried to walk back to camp but Finan blocked your way, from a safe distance still.

'Excuse me?' Your eyebrow raised so high, it almost hurt.

'You can't go back to the others,' Finan said firmly.

'Finan, you will let me go to my husband, right now, or I will cough in your face when you sleep!' you snarled.

Finan grimaced and took several steps back, allowing your passage back to camp, back to Sihtric.

Finan kept a close eye on you as the days progressed, and he was the only one aware of your early morning sickness. He did find it interesting no one else seemed to get sick like you, and he was especially puzzled that Sihtric didn't catch the sickness, knowing you and him were all over each other the whole day. Which kind of made Finan feel sick, but in a whole different way.

Unfortunately, Finan became more paranoid after the events earlier that day. You and the group you travelled with had been cornered, the only seemingly safe way out was through a river, which was filled with dead bodies, all victims of the horrible sickness. And it all spooked Finan even more.

'We can swim through!' your husband, the oaf, had blurted out, which you told him off for later, in private.

'Sihtric, why are you so reckless?' you asked.

'I am not!' Sihtric retorted, 'I just wanted everyone to get to safety.'

'By suggesting to swim through waters in which dead bodies lay? My love,' you sighed and rubbed your hands over your face.

You absolutely loved Sihtric, but sometimes you wondered how he was still alive, being the way he is.

Sihtric didn't reply. Looking back, he knew he had been reckless, and he felt bad.

'You know I meant well,' he mumbled.

'I do,' you took his hands, 'but, Sihtric, you have to promise me to try and be more careful. Because I really need you here, with me,' you kissed his cheek, 'alive and well.'

'Did you wash your hands?' Finan asked you when you were making their dinner later that day.

'Yes. I washed them in that river, with the bodies!' you offered Finan a mean glare, and he returned the same face.

He went to sit at a safe distance while keeping his eyes on you. Sihtric was resting under a tree, several paces away from you, while the others were scouting the surrounding lands.

'You will kill us all,' Finan whispered, 'all of us, lady.'

'Will you shut up!' you hissed, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Sihtric wasn't catching any of this.

'Does Sihtric know? That you're dying?'

'Finan, will you shut your mouth?' you groaned, 'I am not dying! I do not have the sickness!'

'Aye, that's exactly what someone would say who is dying, because of the sickness!'

'Okay, listen,' you said as you had enough, 'don't tell anyone else, okay? But I am not sick. I am pregnant.'

Finan stared at you.

'Pregnant?!' He then blurted out loud.

You tried to hush him, but it was already too late. When you looked back over your shoulder, you saw your husband awake and alert, sitting up in the grass.

'You… you and Sihtric have been fooling around during the sickness?' Finan grimaced.

'Oh, I'm sorry. Just because your cock stops working when someone sneezes, doesn't mean that goes for everyone else!' you hissed.

Finan flared his nostrils. 'Lady, my co-'

'My love?' Sihtric frowned at the heated interaction as he walked over, 'what is going on?'

'You humped your wife while the sickness is going around?' Finan asked, stunned.

Sihtric shrugged and gave Finan a proud smile, 'I hump my wife whenever I want, yes.'

'And you got her pregnant?!'

'Finan, no!' you yelled.

But it was too late. Sihtric's jaw had already dropped and his eyes were big, fixated on you.

'Is that… is that true?' he asked as he took your hands, 'darling are you… are we…'

'It's true,' you smiled, 'I carry your pup. And I couldn't be happier. I really wanted to tell you myself,' you said, 'and not like this. But the Irish loud mouth had to ruin it,' you glared at Finan.

Sihtric teared up and even Finan softened now, when he finally realised you weren't a threat to his health.

'Lady,' Finan said as he finally approached you, 'I owe you an apology.'

'Apology?' Sihtric frowned as he pulled you in his arms, 'what did he do, darling?'

'Your friend here has been harassing me for days,' you hissed at Finan, 'he heard me vomit one morning, you know, morning sickness, but he thought I caught the sickness.'

'I did,' Finan admitted, 'and I was wrong. I am sorry.'

'Is that why you're not eating as much lately?' Sihtric asked you, 'I noticed it but as you seemed fine otherwise, I didn't want to scare anyone else.'

'Yes,' you admitted, 'I hoped you wouldn't pick up on it, my love. But I've passed those days already,' you smiled, 'I am feeling good now. Just, maybe, a little worried about the pup, you know? Of course the sickness worries me too.'

'Lady,' Finan said, 'I promise I will look out for you,' he looked at Sihtric, 'I promise, mate. We have to keep your woman safe.'

'I know,' Sihtric swallowed hard, still trying to grasp that he was becoming a father, 'I… I will.'

'We will,' Finan said, 'aye? We will keep her safe.'

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