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The Path of the Bear
Word Count: 2690 (nice)
Pairing: Leofric x Reader
Characters: Leofric of Wessex, Uthred Ragnarson/Uthred of Bebbanburg (brief), Mildreth (brief), Iseult (mentioned), King Peredur (mentioned)
A/N: First TLK post! They gave us a sassy, badass warrior that is absurdly large and slightly too old for me and since that’s exactly my type, I had to write about him. I want to make this a series as well, but I’m gonna start my Beric request after this and then my modern!Aemond fic/series to be hopefully. Also also, there’s a Grenn x reader sitting in my drafts rn. FYI, in this one I use italics for thoughts, which is new for me, so tell me if you like it! Also, I mention Grian who is, according to my five minute on Google, a Celtic/pre-Christian goddess of the sun, and specifically the winter sun. Since reader is Iseult’s sister in this, I imagine she would be a pagan, just not a Danish one.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters mentioned. They belong to Bernard Cornwell and the producers of The Last Kingdom. I do not own any gifs used. They belong to their original creators.
The farmstead you had been camping near for the past few weeks was quiet. There was only one man who you ever saw near the house, and sometimes a woman was with him. Workers tended the fields and took care of the animals nearby, but they were always too busy with their daily chores to notice. You did not necessarily need to hide yourself well, typically just spending your days in the woods foraging or hunting if you could and your nights sleeping in the barn on the grounds. Once the workers all left for home after their day, the farmstead was empty save for the animals you roomed with.
It was not luxury and it was nothing like the life you grew up with. The life you had up until two months ago almost felt like a sweet dream. There was much of it you missed, like your sister and a day filled with nothing but chores and gossip. Then your sister left, married off to some king in Cornwalum for her skills as a gwarch. A mother’s gift, as your own mother called it. Something she inherited from her mother, who received it from her mother, and so on. Only you did not receive it. Your older sister, Iseult, did and she was quite powerful. Her bride price was very valuable, more valuable than you could have ever dreamed of bringing to your family. That did not stop your father’s efforts. It took two more years for him to find someone who would pay a good bride price for you. The day he told you that he found you a husband was the day you ran.
The bleating of the ewe drew you from your thoughts. A small smile formed on your lips as she stared at you, annoyed that you were laying in one of her favorite spots. You could not blame her. The hay was a nest, keeping you comfortable. “I can make room for you, but I will not move.”
Scooting over, you grinned and patted the ground next to you, as though she could understand your jest. Instead, the ewe seemed to glare at you before settling down in another little nest on the other side. Shaking your head, you settled back down into your little nest of hay before closing your eyes and drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
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You awoke early, as you have done everyday since you started sleeping in the barn. The workers woke early too, so you needed to leave the barn before any discovered you in your attempts to hold the sheep.
The trek back into the forest was quick, your surroundings becoming easier for you to manuever. Your first stop was the brook that ran through the country side. The cold water helped to pull you from the last of your sleep, waking you completely. You wanted to bathe soon, but you had not followed the brook far enough to find a spot deep enough. Instead, you began to forage for food, checking the traps you had set, smiling to yourself when two of your traps had successfully captured two rabbits. Two was too much to eat for just one meal but it would be just fine if you cooked them both now. Starting a fire later would not be smart, the workers on their way home would be more likely to see it.
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Night begins to fall, watching from a ridge as workers began to go home. Once they were all gone, you snuck your way into the barn quickly, the final rays of sunlight twinkling through the trees. The sheep and the cows were in their stalls, along with a few new horses. You looked through a crack in the wall towards the hut. There was light coming from the house, but you did not worry. Surely it was just the lord and his wife who lived here.
It was easy to shrug it off as you made your way to a spot towards the back of the barn, where you could watch the doors with ease. As you tore into your rabbit, your mind drifted back to the last days you had with your sister.
You had wept as your elder sister held you, learning that she was leaving soon, and you were not prepared for the separation. Though you were 18 years old at the time, she was the only one who took care of you, loved you. She was always so gentle with you and always understanding. When her gifts came to her, she became your family’s jewel. Your parents preened over her constantly, your mother nurturing your sister’s gift. The work paid off and your sister’s abilities were soon sought after. It was a long time before they were sold. During that time, your sister taught you what she could, more about healing and herbs than seeing. When she did go into the woods to see, you went with her. Silence was kept between you, but you helped her as much as you could.
The last thing she said to you will always ring through your ears. “We will meet again, sweet sister.” She tucked a lock of hair behind your ear. “But you cannot marry, not who father chooses. You simply need follow the bear. He will bring you back to me.” You nodded through your sniffles, holding onto her as tightly as you could. Moonlight shone on the two of you, raven hair shimmering beneath it.
Two years later and you still had not found the bear that was meant to lead you. Though you were also not entirely sure how a bear would take you to your sister. Nonetheless, you trusted her sight and would be ready to follow.
The creak of the barndoor snapped you from your reverie. A tall shadow appeared and you cursed, scrambling to a stall. The resting cow looked up at you, lowing as you approached in a crouch. You held your breath, drawing the dagger that you had tied to your waist. “Who’s in here?” A deep voice called, the signature hiss of a sword drawn from its sheath following, “I saw you. Come back out.” You cursed again before swinging out again, taking a low stance with your blade.
The man was much closer than you expected, with a torch sitting in a sconce between you. The flickering light revealed the scarred, though quite handsome, face of a very tall man. “What are you doing here?” His blade was level, though he did not appear to be very worried.
“Sleeping. The sheep make good company.” He scoffed at your answer. “What are you doing here?” You straightened slightly from your stance, trying to relax the tension. It was quite obvious to you that this bear of a man would have no trouble disarming you, let alone killing you. But there was still a chance you could talk your way out of it.
“The same, by invitation of the lord of this farmstead. Don’t think I can say the same for you,” he stated. You answered only with a shrug. “If I put away my blade, you will as well.” It was not a question, but you nodded your agreement anyways. He began to sheath his sword and you rose, putting your own blade away. “Been here long? Seem to know the locals quite well.” He nodded to the barn animals who had returned to their resting.
Another shrug from you. “A few months. They cried when I tried to leave.” He chuckled at that, looking you up and down.
“What’s your name?” You turned to look at the ground where the rest of your rabbit laid, tossed in your panic to hide. A beat of silence as you picked it up, brushing the hay and dirt from it before taking another bite.
“So many questions. I thought Saxons were supposed to be Christians and gentlemen.” You held out the rabbit to him, a peace offering. Despite having already eaten himself, he accepted.
“I’m deciding if I should tell the lord that you are here. He is not happy, and I do not think you would wish to cross paths with him this night.” There was a small twinkle of mirth in his eyes despite the serious sound of his words.
“(Y/N). Of Cornwalum. You?” He raised a brow. A Briton was not something he had expected to see in Liscumb but here you stood.
“Leofric of Wessex. Can’t save I’ve met a Briton before.” He tossed the rabbit back to you before moving to sit in what looked to be a decently comfortable pile of hay. “How’d you get out here?”
You finished the last bit of rabbit before tossing it into one of the back corners of the barn. “I walked, mostly. Ran a little bit. Even got to ride a horse for a while. Though the horse and the running were on the same day.” He chuckled at the mischievous grin on your face. “What is a warrior of Wessex doing sleeping in his lord’s barn?”
Leofric’s eyes followed you as you paced slowly, more out of boredom than nerves. He couldn’t look away, even if he wanted to. Here you were, silver-tongued and beautiful, with full hips that were hugged by the pants you wore and alluring eyes that seemed to call to him from the very depths of his soul. For a man like Leofric, you were a sight to feast on. Though a God-fearing man, the ancient and arcane feeling that washed through him when he met your eyes had him questioning. “It’s my lord’s wedding night.” He smirked at you slightly. “I cannot say that I wish to be privy to it.” His eyes flicked back up after their southward expansion when you stopped, sights locking on each other. There was a beat of pregnant pause.
“Then do not worry, Leofric of Wessex. You shall have a silent night to rest.” A twinkle mirroring his own caused the great warrior’s heart to falter a moment. Though not entirely unfamiliar, the stutter was not something he had felt in quite a long time. With a final small smirk gracing your lips, you slipped into one of the nearby stalls where you were met with a small bleat of an ewe. “I told you, they missed me.” A soft chuckle was met to that.
“If you are to hold the sheep for warmth, then whom should I?” His flirtatious words made you grin, though he could not see it.
You responded without missing a beat. “The cow seemed lonely.” He gave another bark of laughter at this, and you couldn’t help the small laugh you let out. Laying down, you made yourself cozy in the bed of hay. Snow was falling that night, and a freezing wind blew through the cracks of the barn. A shiver ran through your body as you tucked your knees into your chest, another attempt to keep the warm in. After a while of silence, you were able to finally fall into blissful sleep.
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Grian emerged from her slumber and the early rays of her light began to illuminate the sky. Your eyes fluttered open with a yawn following quickly. You rubbed the sleep from your eyes before rising quietly. Soft snores carried from the other side of the barn, affirming that the man from last night, Leofric, was still in the barn though sound asleep. With a final stretch, you stood and made your way out of the stall. Leofric leaned against the wall in the same place as last night, his head fallen to the side in his slumber. A soft giggle escaped your lips as you looked down at him. Such soft and small noises from a man so big were nothing short of amusing.
Quickly and quietly, you slipped from the barn. The gray dawn of morning held the chill of the long winter night. Soon, you were free, traipsing through the woods as you began your day.
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It wasn’t long after you left before Leofric woke. In fact, the soft knock of the barndoor closing was what roused him. It took a moment for him to truly wake, but when he did, he shot to his feet. Leofric took a few partially stumbling steps towards the door before yanking it open. To his dismay, you had disappeared before he could call out your name. The slight ache in his heart had nothing to do, he told himself, with the fact that you left before saying goodbye or anything else.
With a sigh, he shut the barndoor again and leaned his head against the wall, closing his eyes as he waited for the fog within his head to abate. One breath, two and then he righted himself. She would have been a good hump, he thought to himself almost forlornly. Deciding to give no further thought to it, he exited the barn and started for the hut where he hoped to find something to break his fast.
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The day passed as any other, Grian warming the sky as much as she could. Her journey across the sky was unmarked yet unchanged, descending the same as it had ascended. As night fell, Leofric thanked Mildreth for the dinner in his hands, ready to make his quick escape to the barn. Pale dusk began to settle outside and, standing in the doorway, he could’ve sworn he saw a figure disappear near the barn. The air in the room was a bit… tense between Mildreth and Uhtred, but not in the way they had been when he yelled at her the day before. This was the tenseness of a wedding night, and Leofric had no intentions to find out if he was right.
“You do not wish to sleep in the house, Leofric?” Mildreth inquired politely.
“No, lady. The sheep will be missing me.” Uhtred snorted with laughter, eying his friend mischeivously.
“Taking extra with you tonight, Leofric?” There was a gleam in Uthred’s gaze that reminded Leofric of why he had wanted to knock a tooth or two out of the arseling’s gleeful smile when they first met. “Worked extra hard today, I hope.”
Leofric glared at the arseling, tilting his head at the playful challenge. “Aye lord, I did. So hard, in fact, that I think I deserve this as well.” The taller man grabbed the horn of ale from Uthred’s hands before taking a long swig. “Well, I’ll bid you good night lady, arseling.” He gave them a curt nod before making his way to the barn.
Opening the door, he was pleasantly surprised to see you sitting across from where he had slept. “Missed the sheep?” he questioned teasingly.
“Aye. The one in the back, I’ve decided to call her Veldicca. She has been too great of company for anything else.” You were lying, of course. What you should have done was find somewhere else, gone anywhere else, but you didn’t. You came right back to this barn, and the reason for your return was now sitting across from you.
Leofric chuckled as he stretched out his long legs in front of him. Grabbing one of the extra chunks of bread that he had taken at dinner, he tossed it to you. “Have you been thinking of me, Leofric of Wessex?” A shiver ran down his spine at the teasing tone of your voice.
“Not at all.” Lie. You have haunted my thoughts all day. “I was extra hungry tonight, but I will be a gentleman and share my food with the lovely lady.” He gave you a small wink, which only made you return it with a small smirk.
You opened your mouth for a retort when the barndoor opened. Startled, the both of you jumped to your feet, hands flying to the pommels of weapons. “Leofric, I wanted to tell yo-...” Uthred stood in the doorframe, his words faltering mid-sentence when his eyes landed on you. A confused and somewhat concerned look graced his features, eyes flicking between you and Leofric. “Who is this?”
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The new 'Welcome to Quirevale' comic is finally here! It's summertime with the Quirevale characters! Go to ComicFury.com and check it out!
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Oh my god I can't believe Uhtred brought Leofric to have dinner with him and Mildreth to try and ease the tension of their failing marriage.
Bringing your friend who offered to abandon his country and religion to undo an injustice done to you to dinner with you wife who just watched you kill her lifelong friend. Maybe he was just trying to accelerate the divorce vibes. Get some jealousy in the mix as well.
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Léonys: I don't want to be Léonys of Rohan anymore. I want to go home, to Bree-land.
Hathellang: Oooooh. This is awkward.
Léonys: Why?
Hathellang: I'm kind of... athaneofatowninRohan?
Léonys: What?
Hathellang: Yeaaaaah... it's called Hytbold. Lovely place. Saruman burnt it to the ground and I coordinated the rebuilding efforts. I have responsibilities there, though. There's going to have to be a council with Éomer-king to decide on who the new Reeve is going to be -- long story -- and I'm lending my support to Ides. It's a bit of a touchy subject but she's the best candidate for the job in my opinion. I don't know if Thane Mildreth is entirely on board, though, and I'd like to arrange a meeting with her before we bring it to the King and talk with Elfhelm and get a grasp on his position on the matter. Why are you looking at me like that?
#Lotro#how do I tag crack featuring my own characters?#Anyway Hathellang canonically didnt do the hytbold quests because theres simply no time for that#And also because it absolutely would have led to this exact conversation#This is a joke but also it isnt#(I did briefly consider changing the whole projection of Léonys of Rohan when I did the hytbold quests)#(Because I think I could have gotten something interesting out of Hathellang having more solid roots in Rohan than Léonys does)#(But I think it's for the best that I didnt)#Léonys: why didnt you tell me about this earlier!!!!#Hathellang: I didnt think it mattered? Listen this whole 'I want to live in Bree' thing kind of came out of nowhere#How was I supposed to know I shouldn't be putting down roots in Rohan????
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dossier — modern.
CURRENT LOCATION London, England.
BIOGRAPHY Astoria Grim was born in the early hours of a summer morning to a woman who realized too late that she didn’t want children. In the early years of Astoria’s life she was well-loved by her mother, Veronika, and her maternal grandparents, Aleksi and Ileana; her father would surely have loved her, too, had he known she existed. But even as a child Astoria knew that, though Veronika loved her very, very much, she didn’t seem to like her at all. It was the sort of absence that might have devastated an adult, but children adapt, and Astoria adapted. The first seven years of her life were spent in near perpetual motion: her mother hired a live-in nanny and the three of them traveled, Veronika sometimes gone for days or weeks on end while Nina taught her charge to walk, to talk, to sing, to dance. Shortly after her seventh birthday, Astoria moved to Venice, where she stayed with her grandparents, and her contact with her mother was reduced to the occasional phone call. (She was heartbroken to leave Nina, who kissed her cheeks and promised to call every week. She did. Leaving Veronika was an easier matter.)
Though Aleksi and Ileana had already raised three children, they stepped up to raise a fourth. Astoria was a quiet and clever girl, independent enough that the change didn’t bother her too much. She entered a nearby primary school, spending regular time with other children her age for the first time in her short life, and she enrolled in ballet classes; when she was home, she sat in her grandfather’s office, eager to learn anything and everything he had to teach. She saw her mother on holidays and learned not to expect her calls, and she learned that questions about her father would remain unanswered, but she was an adaptable child, and she was resilient. Shortly before her fourteenth birthday, her grandmother died unexpectedly, and at the funeral she met her godparents for the first time. Elyssa and Evander Vetri were Ileana’s niece and nephew, the cousins to whom Veronika was always the closest, and they took an immediate interest in their goddaughter’s well-being, listening intently and eagerly. Veronika’s arrival at her mother’s funeral was hardly unexpected, but her sudden concern for Astoria was, and Veronika insisted on sending her to school in London, so she could have some distance from the constant grief. Overwhelmed by the loss, Aleksi agreed, and Astoria was enrolled at St. Mildreth International, boarding at the London campus, with the promise that her godparents, also living in London, would keep an eye on her and make sure she wasn’t wholly alone.
The chance to be on her own was daunting, and it felt like another rejection, but Astoria found she liked living in London. She had everything she needed at St. Mildreth’s except family. The Vetri siblings were a welcome relief, and they helped her navigate a new city. She was delighted to learn that they worked for the father of one of her classmates, and when Astoria was introduced to the de Clermont family, she never imagined they would come to mean so much to her, and she found herself particularly close to the eldest son, Baldwin, who quickly became her best friend.
Things changed the following summer, when Astoria moved in with her godparents. Having determined that she was obedient enough to keep their secrets, and so painfully in need of family that she’d do anything to keep it near, they put her to use. The work they did for Philippe was at times less than legal, and the business they took on for themselves was much the same. A well-behaved, wealthy girl with big eyes and a gentle smile wouldn’t be questioned by police, and so she was asked first to make deliveries. A pretty little thing with an audible accent wouldn’t be taken seriously, and so she was asked to sit silently and listen, and deliver information back to them. And a ruthless creature determined to survive at any cost would learn to ask the right questions and apply pressure where it hurt most, and so the Vetris found they could keep their hands relatively clean if they only had her as a shield. If she challenged them, she was disciplined, often brutally, and she was reminded that she was lucky to have someone who loved her as much as her godparents did, so that she could learn how to survive in a cruel and frightening world.
She withdrew, and she listened, just as they asked, but she listened to things they didn’t want her to know. And when the Vetris pushed too far, when she was still a few months shy of eighteen, Astoria took matters into her own hands, and she turned to Philippe for help. He brought his son, and as they looked over the mess she’d made (rat poison, she told them, stirred into their morning espresso, and she waited until she was sure they were dead to call for help) she tied her fate irrevocably to theirs. Philippe cleaned up the mess and took her home with him, where she clung to Baldwin all the more, and their friendship became unshakable.
When she reported her godparents missing she put on a hell of a show, and the whimpering, weeping girl who flinched when the police raised their voices was very quickly after seen as a victim rather than a suspect. Her grandfather and uncle came to look after her; her mother followed, late as she so often was. Astoria remained in London, determined to finish her education at St. Mildreth’s, and she followed Baldwin to Trinity College in Dublin, arriving a year after he did and moving in with him immediately. They were as inseparable as they had been before their separation (interrupted as it was by Astoria’s frequent visits), and when Astoria’s engagement fell apart, no one was surprised to see that she spent little time mourning, comfortable as she was at Baldwin’s side. Nor did their relationship, and soon after their marriage, come as a shock to anyone who knew them. Astoria took a position at his father’s company, working in Public Relations, and fully integrated herself into the family,
And when her father-in-law died unexpectedly and her husband was left to take his place, she already knew all the family’s secrets as she moved to stand beside him.
EDUCATION St. Mildreth International School (Fall 2007 - Spring 2012); Trinity College Dublin: B.A. Honours Degree in Economic and Social Studies, B.E.S.S. (Business, Economics, and Social Studies) with a focus in Business and Sociology (Fall 2012 - Spring 2016).
CAREER Publicist; later, Media Director.
SPOKEN LANGUAGES Fluent in Italian, Swedish, Icelandic, and English, reading fluency in Latin and Irish, conversational skill in Irish, Japanese, Veneto.
PHYSICAL SKILL Self-defense (krav maga). Childhood and adolescent training in ballet; five years archery and fencing. Lock-picking, pick-pocketing.
CRIMINAL HISTORY Astoria’s criminal record consists of a handful of parking and speeding tickets; despite her family’s connections, she doesn’t seem to pose much of a threat to anyone. Were anyone to dig deeper they might find what seems to be her fingerprints on a number of crimes, corporate or violent in nature, committed in defense of the family, even beyond the double homicide committed at seventeen years old.
KNOWN ALIASES None.
social connections.
under construction.
Baldwin de Clermont. Husband. Astoria’s confidante, partner in crime, closest friend, better half. Her affection for him is unmatched and her loyalty to him is unconditional. After years of pretending that their relationship is strictly platonic, despite prioritizing one another above all else, Astoria ends an engagement over the phone so that there’s nothing else competing with Baldwin for her attention. Despite the games they play with one another, it’s clear that it’s only ever them, and they’re married by twenty-five. This verse is closed for shipping, and exclusive with Baldwin.
Iain Blackwood. Ex-fiancé. The two first get involved in September 2011, very shortly after Iain’s breakup with Astoria’s close friend, Emily Calvert. They maintain the relationship long-distance while Iain attends university at Edinburgh, despite his growing unease regarding her friendship with Baldwin. She ends things with him in early 2015. They reconnect about a year and a half later and develop a pleasant but unattached friendship.
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Volvimos Los Escuchadores. Hoy con una charla bellísima con Mildreth de Lucha Tejeril. Ella nos regala una charla sobre el poder del tejido político en la aportación de la calle
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Hey all I feel pretty weird putting this out there but I feel what's it gonna hurt?
Recently my dad's health has taken a turn and it was a kind of "when it rains, it pours" situation. He needs a liver transplant but his kidneys are also affected and he undergoing dialysis. Any bit helps as medical costs will go through the roof.
Anything you can help with, even kind wishes and/or prayers would be greatly appreciated. And if it's not too much, even boosting this would help
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Day 14: A day in the life of a single mother
I thought it'd be funny to use the characters from my main piece (none of which are single mothers). Basically using this as a character development exercise, enjoy!
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5:00- Wake up, bathe
6:00- Make breakfast, pack Alois' lunch
6:30- Take Alois' breakfast and lunch to priory
7:00- Wake up Alois get him fed
7:15- Leave for work
7:30- Arrive at the tavern
8:00- Open tavern
1:30- Jeeps comes in
1:45- Leave for priory
2:00- Check in with Alois' teachers
2:15- Leave with lunch dishes
2:30- Arrive back at tavern
5:45- Make dinner for Alois and Mildreth
6:00- Alois arrives at tavern
6:15- Get Alois to stop chattering and eat
7:00- Alois starts dishes, Jeeps walks Mildreth back to the priory
9:00- Alois asleep
11:00- Close tavern
11:30- Lock up, take Alois back to priory
11:45- Alois back in bed
12:00- Arrive home
12:15- Balance tavern books
1:00- Go to bed
#author#daily prompt#female writers#fic prompt#fic writing#fiction#writers on tumblr#writing challenge#original fiction#fantasy
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“I fight for you”
Aesthetic: Utred and his women
Mildrith & Iseult the Shadow Queen (who eluded me)
The Last Kingdom, Netflix, 2017
#the last kingdom#thelastkingdomedit#perioddramaedit#medieval#aesthetic#utred ragnarson#the shadow queen#mildreth#alexander dreymon#charlie murphy#amy wren#middle ages#fantasy#fairy tale#fairytale aesthetic#queens#lords and ladies#british history#viking history#vikings#medievil england#maidens#women in history#tv#television
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Mildreth Ligyes
Things Mildreth Ligyes Unearths in Her Attic
• [x] reveal secrets
• [x] awaken memories
• [x] contain old magics
• [x] initiate magical adventures
• [x] open old wounds
• [x] heal the heart
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Amorous Little Girl
Pairing: Uhtred x fem!oc
Summary: The royal family disappointment and the Coccham group meet through an accidental run-in, sprouting into a kidnapping:)
Warning: toxic daddy issues, aethelflaed slander, one swear word—i think that’s it (unless you want to add terrible writing as a warning-😭i’m sorry in advance)
Word Count: 5k
“Father, why am I never allowed to meet these men?” Magnhild asked King Alfred after he sent her out of the room upon the arrival of Uhtred of Bebbanburg.
“Because you are a young woman,” he answered and flicked his wrist as if to tell her to leave.
“Aethelflaed has met them,” she retorted and crossed her arms with a pout.
“You and Aethelflaed are nothing alike,” he told his daughter.
“She is my sister,” Magnhild responded.
“Aethelflaed is educated, and refined, and independent on her own accord. You are an amorous little girl,” her jaw went slack at his accusations.
“An amorous little girl?” she questioned, “Are you joking?”
“Magnhild, we will speak of this later. I have king duties to tend to,” he dismissed her.
“Fine,” she muttered and slung open the doors to go into the hallway.
She was angry, blind rage took over her body. She hiked up her dress so she could walk faster down the corridor, fuming. She wasn’t paying attention to where she was going, she knew the halls like the back of her hand. Her jaw clenched and unclenched over and over as she thought of what her father called her.
An amorous little girl? He could not have been serious. She did not speak up about politics nor the ways of war and domination, but only because that was what her mother taught her to avoid. However, that did not mean she did not understand and have her own opinions of the matters. She only ever tried to obey and please her parents, but she could never be Aethelflaed.
As she came to the realization that she will never receive her parents love, she began to cry. She always cried when she was mad—something she hated she did and probably why her father thought of her as a little girl.
Oh, how her blood boiled as she thought of how much they paraded around Aethelflaed and obviously showed her more affection. Aethelflaed with her perfect face, and her perfect etiquette, and her perfect, moral, Christian heart, and her knowledge of the ways of war, and her sweet attitude, and her independence.
She became distracted when these thoughts came forward, running right into another person in the hallway. It was a very muscular man, because she was nearly knocked onto the ground.
“Oh, God, I didn’t see ya. I’m sorry,” he apologized quickly and put his hand on her shoulder.
“Finan, why are you hitting women? Is that not a sin?” another man next to them spoke, causing another man to laugh.
“Pardon me,” Magnhild excused herself and took a step to walk away, sniffling.
“Wait, are you hurt? Why are you crying?” the same man that hit her asked.
“I am fine, forgive me for running into you. I wasn’t paying attention,” she apologized.
“Well, why are you crying?” the man, who has not spoken, asked, he looked as if he were a Dane.
“Family issues,” she told them hostilely.
“Your family issues involve the king?” the accented man asked and Magnhild scoffed, crossing her arms.
“My family is the king,” she spoke, annoyed with their ignorance. Everyone knew her mother and father, everyone knew Aethelflaed, everyone knew Edward—even at his young age—yet, no one knew Magnhild.
“The king has another daughter?” the tallest one asked.
“Yes, but my father thinks I’m an amorous little girl, so I don’t meet too many men when they visit him,” she told them, “why are all of you here to see the king?”
“We have a report from East Anglia,” the tall replied.
“Ah, a battle for Beamfleot is soon to come,” she nodded to show her understanding, wiping the tears that had fallen down her cheeks, “I must be on my way, but if you need to find me, which you probably won’t, I will be somewhere in the courtyard.”
“Wait, what is your name?” the accented man asked.
“Magnhild,” she told him and looked to all three men, “and yours?”
“Finan,” he introduced himself, but you had already heard his name when you first ran into him and the tall one said it.
“Nice to meet you, Finan,” she shook his hand and looked to the quiet one.
“Sihtric,” he said and she shook his hand next.
“Sihtric, I love your name,” she complimented and looked to the last one, “and yours?”
“Uhtred,” he answered with a crooked smile and grasped her hand, kissing the back of it. He looked into her eyes, the smile not leaving his lips.
“Uhtred,” she repeated and smiled her beautiful smile that usually had men crawling after her.
“We were going to the ale house after we speak with King Alfred,” Finan chimed in, the two not breaking eye contact.
“I might join you,” she told them and turned on her heels with an excited smile gracing her lips.
Once sun set, Magnhild went to the ale house—without telling her parents, of course. They would have her sent to the chapel with the priest to be cleansed, if they knew she was going to drink with unmarried men.
She walked into the ale house and looked around for the three men she had met only that day. As she stood at the bar, waiting for the woman to give her her drink, she felt an arm sling over her shoulder.
“Aye, Lady Magnhild, I thought you weren’t going to join us,” he spoke and laughed. Magnhild grabbed her drink and walked with Finan to Uhtred and Sihtric along with another man she sort of recognized.
“Ah, here she is,” Uhtred said as she sat next to Sihtric, “Alfred’s secret daughter, meet Alfred’s bastard son,” he introduced and Magnhild’s eyes widened, her head snapping to the boy.
“Magnhild, family disappointment,” she introduced herself and shook his hand with a smile.
“Osferth…family reject,” he greeted awkwardly.
“Well, I do not have much time until my sister realizes I’m gone and tells my father,” she told them and downed what was in her cup, “shall we, gentlemen?”
“We shall,” Finan held up his cup and the others hit their cups together before drinking down the ale.
After many, many pitchers of ale and laughs, the group resorted storytelling.
“You let him trap you for a year then with Mildreth?” Magnhild asked as she laughed along with the rest of the men besides Uhtred, “everyone knows of Mildreth’s debt.”
“Okay, time to go,” Uhtred interrupted and stood up to go pay for his ale.
“No, Uhtred,” Magnhild whined and poked her bottom lip out. He looked down to her and got the dirtiest of thoughts, but quickly pushed them away, “I’m sorry for laughing, please stay,” she begged and grabbed his hand to pull him back down to sit beside her. She poked her lip again and tilted her head down to look at him through her lashes. He pulled his lip between his teeth with his tongue, looking down to her poked out lip then back up to her eyes, and sat down.
“We have already spoken of my misfortunes, let’s speak of yours,” Uhtred prompted and looked to woman, “why does your father think you’re an amorous little girl?”
“He…,” she snickered, “caught the guard and I… in bed and my sister told him that of our various acts before that,” she answered, then laughed before her next statement, “he threatened to sell me to the whorehouse,” she laughed harder this time.
“You have not waited for your wedding day?” Osferth asked as the men only stared at her.
“Not all of us are strong in our faith, but I did pay for my sins once Alfred found out, he—,” she stopped when she saw royal guards sent by her father, “shit,” she hissed and turned her head away, “what do I do?” she asked the group, who quickly became serious, as they watched the guards walk around the ale house.
“Sit on my lap,” Uhtred told her.
“Is this the time?” she asked him and sent him a look of confusion.
“Pretend you’re a whore,” he told her with a smirk and pulled her into his lap, “don’t look at them, keep your face at my neck when they come over here,” he instructed and she nodded, “Finan, toast to something.”
“Uh…t-to Baby Monk,” he said quickly and everyone hit their cups before drinking.
“Gentlemen, have you see the Lady Magnhild?” a tall guard asked and Magnhild kept her face in Uhtred’s neck, pretending to kiss it. Uhtred’s arm snaked around her waist and pulled her closer.
“Dark hair, blue eyes, and warts all over her face?” Finan asked the guard and he shook his head, “then I have no idea,” the men laughed as their drunken state returned.
“Who is Lady Magnhild?” Uhtred asked as he tilted his head to give the girl in his lap better access to his neck.
“King Alfred’s daughter,” he spoke and Uhtred furrowed his eyebrows.
“His daughter name is Lady Aethelflaed,” he corrected the guard.
“He has another daughter,” the guard responded.
“You lost the king’s daughter?” Finan asked and the guard looked away from Uhtred, “Should we help find her?”
“We cannot do everything for Wessex,” Sihtric shook his head and laughed.
“I am finding a room for the night,” Uhtred stood up abruptly and threw an arm over Magnhild, hiding her face in his side, “with this one,” he smirked and gestured to the girl, “sleep well, we leave midday.”
“I think we should be telling you to get some sleep, Lord,” Finan chimed in and they all laughed. Uhtred slapped Finan in the back of the head and walked out with Magnhild.
Once they were outside, he pulled her into a darker area, “Do you think they saw you?” he asked.
“Not at all,” she laughed, “oh, that was the most exciting thing I’ve ever done.”
“Your family knows you’re gone, we need to get you back,” he told her and looked around.
“They care not, they only do not want the ones who know of me to be confused when they do not mourn my sudden disappearance,” she told with a bright smile, “I want to do something else exciting.”
“It is late, you need to sleep,” he shook his head and tried to reason.
“No, Uhtred, they can wait a little bit longer before they know I am back,” she brushed it off and jumped eagerly, “let’s sneak into my bedchamber.”
“That is not a good idea,” he rejected the thought and shook his head.
“Why?” she asked and swayed a little bit due to the ale still in her system.
“For the same reason it is not a good idea for us to be alone right now,” he stressed and looked around again.
“Oh, that is—,” she was interrupted.
“Lord Uhtred!” a deep voice called from a close distance. Uhtred sighed and grabbed Magnhild, pushing her against the side of a close building and connected his lips to hers, “Lord Uhtred!” the voice called again, even closer.
Magnhild’s hands went to the side of his face and pulled him closer, completely forgetting why he even pushed her against the wall. She was pretty sure he forgot as well, because he reached for her hands and held them above her head.
“Lord Uhtred,” the voice called again, meekly this time, after clearing his throat. Uhtred pulled away but kept his face right in front of hers for a second before turning to the man.
“What?” Uhtred seethed and moved forward a little to make sure the man couldn’t see her face.
“King… King Alfred wants to see you,” the man said and gulped at the sight of Uhtred so mad.
“I will be there in a moment,” he told the man, causing him to leave quickly. Uhtred turned back to Magnhild, “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, I did not want him to see you.”
“It is fine, Uhtred,” she told him and then gestured back to the town, “uhm, I should get back to my…,” she trailed off.
“Alfred will ask me to help find you,” he told her, “stay here and I will come back for you.” Magnhild nodded and Uhtred left her against the wall. She brought her fingers to her lips as she smiled.
What seemed like a long while after Uhtred left her, she heard loud stepping approaching her, so she pushed herself against the building.
“Lord Uhtred, we’ve already looked back here,” one man said as the light of a torch shone around the corner.
“We are looking everywhere more than once, this is the king’s daughter,” Uhtred responded.
“I didn’t even know the king had another daughter,” one man said and Magnhild threw her hands up in defeat. The men stepped around the corner, she jumped in fake surprise looked across the group.
“Lady…Madgefeld, we have been searching for you,” one of the guards spoke.
“It is Magnhild, you arse,” she corrected him and stood in front of them, “I know that you were looking for me, because none of you know silence nor surprise,” she insulted them, “take me to king, it is back to hell for me.”
The guards and Uhtred led her to the courtyard before Uhtred turned to the men and told them he could take her to her father.
“Did you hear that, Uhtred? They didn’t even know name,” she crossed her arms, “that man has been working for my father since I was born, and he did not even know my name.”
“You cannot worry yourself with that,” he told her and rested his left hand on the small of her back, “maybe it is better to not be known at all, than to be known by all.”
“I do not wish to hear your wise quotes,” she told him and laughed.
“I am not wrong, if you are to mess with something, you will not be held accountable by the kingdom of Wessex and possibly beyond. If…Aethelflaed is to do so, all of Wessex, Mercia, and Northumbria would know of the princess of Wessex’s mistake,” he reasoned with her. She stopped walking and turned to the man.
“Friends are not supposed to give solutions to problems they complain about,” she told him with a scowl.
“We are friends?” Uhtred questioned playfully and pulled a look of mock confusion.
“You have lied and covered for me more times since I met you earlier today than anyone I’ve ever known, I consider that to be a friend,” she said with a smile, “do you not agree?”
“ ‘Friends’ is so constrictive, it takes away the chance of being anything more,” he spoke confidently and tucked a strand of hair behind Magnhild’s ear, running his thumb down the shell of her ear before pulling away.
“Are you under the impression that there is a chance of anything more?” she asked in return with a teasing smile.
“Well, you seemed to enjoy what was happening earlier,” he shrugged and looked over her body shamelessly.
“You are not married?” she asked him and he cleared his throat.
“No,” Uhtred shook his head.
“I would have assumed women throw themselves at your feet,” she tilted her head to one side.
He furrowed his eyebrows, “They do, but I do not marry the first attractive lady I see,” he told her, “otherwise I would already have you in your house of God.”
“Was that attempt to flatter me?” she asked and leaned against the wall behind her.
“That depends… did it work?” he asked and looked up and down the hallway before placing his hand next to her head on the wall and leaning against it, “oh, come on, Magnhild, give me a chance.”
She let her head hang loosely before looking up to him, “Fine, this is your chance,” she shrugged, “woo me, Lord.”
“W-woo you?” he questioned and down the hallway again.
“Yes, do what you believe will win me over,” she told him and smiled.
She knew what she was getting into…or, at least, she thought she knew.
She felt as though she knew the Lord Uhtred and what his next play would be: to win her over with lame attempts to get her to swoon.
She definitely was not expecting him to lean in and bring her lips to his. Taken by surprise, she did not move at first, she only stood against the wall with Uhtred towering over her.
Right as he was about to pull away and apologize, thinking she was uncomfortable, Magnhild came to her senses pulled him closer to her. With one hand remaining against the wall, his other crept up the side of her body and to her neck.
She placed her hands on either side of his face as he held his body against hers. His tongue tasted of ale as it slipped into her mouth, a wave of pleasure washing over Magnhild.
Their moment was cut short when Uhtred quickly pulled away at the sound of a door closing.
They looked to see priests walking toward them, Magnhild grabbed Uhtred’s hand and ran toward her bedchamber quickly, escaping the view of the priests.
She pulled him into her room and held him against the door, reconnecting their lips and picking up exactly where they left off.
Magnhild hadn’t been with anyone since the guard that her father caught her with, so she wasn’t sure if it was the act or the person that had her wanting more than what was happening.
Uhtred seemed like a good person, but she only just met him that day. It felt wrong, but that feeling did not stop her from letting him pick her up and placing her on the bed.
Once she untucked his tunic, a knock came from the other side of the door.
“Magnhild,” a voice called, but the girl did not move from her spot nor stop her actions with Uhtred, “Magnhild, I know you are in there,” she recognized the voice as her mother’s.
“I need you to hide,” she told Uhtred and he groaned quietly before hiding behind the door. Magnhild opened it and looked to her mother, “hello, Mother.”
“Magnhild, why do you need to disobey your father and I over and over?” she asked as walked into the room. Magnhild gestured for Uhtred to sneak behind her mother and leave the room.
“I do not,” Uhtred heard her say before he walked quickly down the corridor and to the guards that remained in the courtyard.
He cleared his throat and rolled his shoulder before speaking to the men, “the princess has returned to the queen.”
“What took so long, Lord?” one of them asked and the rest laughed. Uhtred only walked past the group in silence.
“You ‘ought to be careful, we all know what happened to the last man that got caught in the princess’ bed,” another one spoke.
“Aye, poor Bjarte,” another commented, “and his wife.”
“What, uhm, what happened to Bjarte?” Uhtred asked before continuing his path to seek out Finan.
“Beheaded in front of all of Wessex, ‘t‘s a shame—he was the best of us,” the same man answered and hung his head.
The Dane-slayer looked over the men and back in the direction of Magnhild before finding a place to sleep for the night with the words of the royal guard on his mind.
The next day, Uhtred settled his affairs in Wessex, he saddled his horse and readied himself for his trip, as did Sihtric, Finan, and Osferth. He had no intent of speaking to, or even seeing, the princess which he shared an intimate moment with the previous night.
He had worked too hard for his land and the right to keep his life for a girl to mess that up. If Alfred had had his best warrior beheaded for being seen with her, he has no doubt in his mind Alfred would do the same to him.
Uhtred rode to the gate of Wessex, before hearing someone yelling after him. Of course he turned to see what the commotion was. He saw Magnhild quickly making her way toward the group.
“Wait!” she called as she ran toward their leaving horses, “take me with you.”
“I will not,” Uhtred shook his head, hoping Alfred did not see what was happening.
“My father is putting me in nunnery, because he said I am not Christian enough. Please, Uhtred, I cannot bear the life of a nun,” she begged and grabbed his leg.
“You cannot leave Wessex, you are a princess,” he reasoned and glanced to Finan for him to help. Finan only shrugged at his lord before Uhtred looked back down to Magnhild.
“They do not care for me here, most of the people of Wessex do not even know of my existence,” she told him with pleading eyes, “please, Uhtred.”
“You cannot pretend that you do not have a life here,” he told her and got off his horse to guide her back toward her father. He put his hand on her shoulder and started to walk her back.
Magnhild pushed his hand away from her and stood tall in front of him, “Uhtred, I’d rather pretend that I’m something better than these broken parts, pretend I’m something other than this mess I am, and I want get away more than pretend that I am loved and happy here,” she told him and he sighed, looking back to see no one is even watching the princess beg to leave her home.
“I know that you wish for my help with this,” he let out a long breath, “but bringing you with us is too much of a risk for yourself and for me.”
Magnhild let her jaw hang loosely, “where is the Uhtred that I was with last night?” she asked and crossed her arms.
“We were drunk,” he excused and put his hands on his hips.
She scoffed and slapped his arm, “you were as sober as you are now,” she told him.
Uhtred sighed and said, almost painfully, “We must remember it differently.”
“Well, then,” she scoffed and took a step away from him, “this is good bye, I wish you unsafe travels, I must be off to my long robe and headdress.”
“Magnhild—,” he began.
“If I were Aethelflaed, would your answer be different?” she cut him off, yet he stayed silent, “of course,” she threw her hands up before walking swiftly away from the man.
Many, many morning later, Magnhild sat with Abbess Hild on a pew before a cross.
“If God loved me, why would he give me a family who does not love, nor like, me?” Magnhild asked with anger, they had been on the topic of conversation for a bit of time now.
“He loves you, God does not give His people anything He knows they cannot handle,” Hild responded and held the princess’ hand in hers.
Magnhild wiped her eyes, “does He punish me, because He knew I was going to have sinful relations with Bjarte last winter? Did He know before I was going to lay with him, so he cursed me with an unloving family?”
“I assure you, He did not.”
“It is all so confusing—the sinful relations. I know he had a wife, and I know we were not married when I invited him into my room, however, why does it matter so much? It is only pleasure, is it not?” Magnhild spoke quickly, “I just do not understand.”
“The act is saved for man and woman after they’re wed,” Hild explained vaguely.
“But, why?” she asked, “for example, if man and woman are already said to marry, why do they have to wait until after they are married before a priest?”
“Man and woman are supposed to be united before God, then they can go to their next step—having children. One leads to the other, if you perform the act with other man besides your husband, you will have bastard children running all over Wessex,” Hild told her, then muttered, “which is a Dane’s way.”
“Abbess, is it wrong to marry a Dane?” she asked next, with the same look of begging for guidance.
“I do not see why it would be, as long as you raise your children to be Christians as well,” Hild shrugged, “but surely your father will not marry you off to the Danes.”
“And if I want to marry a Dane without my father’s knowledge?” Magnhild questioned and looked to her feet to avoid eye contact.
Hild furrowed her eyebrows, “Lady, Danes are cruel, and unforgiving, and merciless, and will mock our God,” she told her.
“But this Dane is not cruel, he does not hate Christians,” Magnhild defended and looked back up to Hild.
“I have only ever met—,” a look of realization overtook her face, “oh, Magnhild, you don’t mean U—.”
“May I interrupt?” a deep voice with a hint of a smile in the tone called from the doorway. The women turned quickly to the voice to see the man in question standing there, staring back at them.
“Uhtred,” Hild greeted and welcomed him with a hug as Magnhild stood far back behind Hild, “why are you here?”
“I have come to visit someone,” he told her.
Hild pulled a look of confusion, “you visit a nun?” she questioned, “a woman of God?”
“Eh, if that is what she is telling herself now,” Uhtred chuckled to himself briefly, “do you know where Lady Magnhild could be found?”
“Uhtred, if you have come to pull one of these women into sin while she is in a volatile state, then I beg you to leave,” Hild spoke sternly, yet Uhtred still watched her with a crooked smile—the one that Magnhild saw every night she fell asleep. Well, the crooked smile and the look on his face when he left her to her version of torture.
“I would never do such thing,” he said and laughed.
Hild sent Uhtred a look that the princess could not see, “Magnhild, please join us.”
Magnhild drug her feet as she walked over to the pair, “Yes?”
“Lord Uhtred would like to speak with you,” she spoke and took a step to leave, then looked back to Magnhild, “I will excuse myself, but remember what I told you,” Hild nodded to her before leaving the two.
“Lord Uhtred,” Magnhild greeted.
“ ‘Care to take a walk with me?” Uhtred nodded his head to the door.
Magnhild stared at him for a moment before agreeing, “Only because I want to speak of something other than my un-Christian acts,” he laughed before following her outside.
“Do you have a normal dress?” Uhtred asked and looked around suspiciously.
Magnhild gave him an odd look, “I have the dress I wore before I was sent here, why do you ask?”
“We are taking you with us,” he shrugged and put his hand on the small of her back, looking back one more time before leading her behind a building to find his three loyal men.
“Excuse me?” she looked over the group then sent a glare to Uhtred, “Why are you doing this? Is this a test to see if I have changed into a better Christian?”
“What? No,” Uhtred shook his head, “Is this not what you want? To leave?”
“You are joking,” she stated, “I cannot just leave.”
“Why not?” Sihtric asked.
“Because… well, because… what happened to your safety and mine?” she changed the subject.
“Your father will not kill me, I know of this now,” he told her and grabbed her hand, “we came back for you, you can stay here if you wish—but if you are to go with us, we must leave before Hild returns.”
Magnhild sighed, rubbing her temples with her fingertips. She could go with this group of men that she barely knew, or she could stay in torment.
She knew what she wanted to do, but was that the right choice? She only wanted someone to love her, care for her, not ignore her or her feelings—Uhtred came back for her, that had to count for something, right?
“Ugh, give me a moment,” she looked around the corner and left the group.
“That went well,” Sihtric muttered and looked to Finan.
“Why are we doing this again, Lord? Will this not result in treason?” Osferth spoke up.
Uhtred refused to face his men, “We will be fine.”
“Forgive me, Lord, but why this girl? You have done nothing other than speak and think of this one since we left Wessex,” Finan asked with a voice of concern.
“I do not know yet,” he admitted and looked around the corner, “she is—.”
“If you say she is different because she is not loved by her father, I’m going to leave,” Finan spoke jokingly and ran his hand over his face.
“I was not going to say that,” he sent the Irishman a glare, “she is…an amorous little girl that interests me.”
“Okay, we must go quickly,” Magnhild appeared before the men with a bright smile on her lips.
She was finally getting away, she was finally free, and no one would care about her absence.
“You ride with Finan and you keep your head down until we are out of sight,” Uhtred directed and helped her onto Finan’s horse, “I am going to speak with Hild, you all to the woods until I join you.”
They did as Uhtred said. Hild knew as soon as Uhtred began to answer cryptically that he had Magnhild with him. She knew what they were doing, yet even after he left with Magnhild, she did not speak of it to anyone, not even the king—but then again it wasn’t as if the king came to check on his daughter.
Hild knew the princess would be happy with Uhtred and his men.
And that she was, Magnhild used the skills her mother drilled into her brain, so she couldn’t be the best wife. She cooked for the men, she helped with cleaning, and she helped Uhtred with his needs…all his needs.
The two had had the talks, and Magnhild made it very clear that she did not want to get married yet, however she would not reject being a significant other to Uhtred. After a brief temper tantrum from the man, he agreed.
Magnhild lived with Uhtred in peace and happiness…until Alfred called for Uhtred once again.
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⌜— “¡Camina!” ordenó con el cuchillo sobre su garganta, jamás tuvo intención de llegar a eso ni tampoco había sido su intención que todo llegará a ese hecho pero había pasado. Lo único que sabía ahora es que no podía arrepentirse, lo saco del recinto hasta obligarlo a subir a su caballo y Uhtred se subió detrás de él cabalgando, sin importar la gran lluvia que caía o como en poco terminaron por perseguirlo, Uhtred era ágil y pudo usar la lluvia a su favor para perderlos. Después de un rato cabalgar llegó a su antiguo hogar, un lugar que compartió con Mildreth y ahora estaba abandonado. “Baja” ordenó, terminando por ayudarlo y obligando a que entrará. “Desvistete” volvió a ordenar, la ropa de ambos estaba empapada, buscaba si todavía quedaba algo o aunque fuera piel. ⸥
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Title: A Man Has Dreams- Chapter 2
Summary: (Finan x Reader), Y/N is now five months pregnant, and Finan feels the baby kick for the first time
Words: 1301
Warnings: mentions of blood, tiny bit of angst
Tags: @obipoelover, @lauwrite1225, @sihtric, @myenglandmylove, @valhallasubstitute
PART ONE
Several months had passed since you told Finan you were carrying his child. Shortly after he learned he’d be a father, Finan was called to travel with Uhtred once again. Winchester nearly neighbored Coccham, but the men were often diverted around the countryside during their travels. You prayed to the gods he would not be gone through the winter months. Unfortunately it was months before he finally reappeared in Coccham. You always feared the worst when he was gone for such a time, but Finan was a man of his words and always returned to you.
At the dock the men disembarked their well traveled ship and grabbed their supplies before locating their respective wives, Osferth excluded. Finan searched for you, but could not locate you among the townspeople.
“Welcome home, Finan!” Hild exclaimed.
“Have you seen my wife, Sister?”
“I last saw her caring for the horses at the stables.”
Finan nodded and headed towards the stables. You were there, just as Hild had said. You face away from him, concentrated on brushing the horses with straw. He gently set his traveling pack on the ground, before sneaking up behind you. Finan sneakily placed his hands on your hips, which caused you to leap and yelp in surprise.
Your hands instinctively flew to your mouth to stifle your scream. “Finan!”
Finan spun you around to face him and planted a deep and longing kiss against your lips.
“Welcome home, warrior.” you smiled.
Your husband stood there smiling and said nothing. He studied your face, taking it in for the first time in months. There you held the beauty that he had missed during his travels.
“It’s good to be home.”
You rubbed your bump. The action had become routine and was something you did throughout the day. Finan’s attention moved downward to your well rounded abdomen. During Finan’s absence your belly had grown significantly. The bump had extended just passed your breasts and was curved much more than when he last saw you.
“Good lord, woman! Look at you!” His reaction was no surprise.
His hands cradled the sides of your rounded stomach, “How do you feel?”
“I’m well, now.” The smile slipped from your lips once you realized how you’d phrased your response.
Finan’s brows furrowed in concern, “Now?”
You tried to diminish the severity of what had happened while Finan was away, “I had some brief difficulties, some pain and a bit of bleeding.”
Finan stood silent and shocked.
“It can happen, Gisela was there to help me. She and other women here have experienced it.”
“I should have been there.” Finan shamed himself.
You draped your hands around his neck, pulling him close. “There’s nothing you could have done. Gisela fetched the healer for me and stayed by my side until it passed.”
Despite the attempts, Finan’s worries were not deterred.
“Do not dwell on it, love. Our child is thriving. It is strong like it’s father.”
You finally managed to get a smile from Finan. “Think he’ll be as good a fighter as his father?”
“It may not be a boy! What if it is a girl?”
Your husband ran his hand over your growing bump, “Then I will love her all the same. And I’ll train her to be the most fearsome warrior of all the kingdoms!”
You knew his statement to be true. Finan was caring and tender. He would be an incredible father to son or daughter. With any luck you would have a few of each in the future.
He pulled you into his arms once again. How you’d missed his comforting embrace.
“Let’s get you home, love.”
Finan looked down at you, your head laying against his chest. “First I must speak with Uhtred.”
You pulled away and looked up into his eyes.
“You were just with Uhtred for months. Could you not have spoken with him them?” You teased.
He smirked back at you. “I did, but not on this matter. Perhaps I want you to miss me just a little while longer.”
You sighed, “Do not be long, I’ve missed you a great deal.”
And with that you started off towards the home you shared with your husband. Finan headed across Cocchem to Uhtred’s hall. Shortly after knocking on the large doors, he was greeted by Giesla.
“I assume Uhtred is here?”
Giesla grinned. Her smile was soft and her eyes were inviting. She was hardly unpleasant and always welcomed visitors into their her and Uhtred’s home.
“He is.” she opened the door wider, allowing Finan in. “We’re glad to have you back, but I hope you’ve seen your wife before coming here.”
“Oh don’t you worry, Lady. I have and it was quite the surprise!”
Giesla chuckled. “How was it a surprise? You knew she was carrying your child.”
“She’s not yet bore a child, so I have not seen her belly in such a state! She is beautiful though, perhaps the most she’s ever been.”
“Ready for further travels already, Finan?” Uhtred interjected, entering the hall with outstretched arms.
“Not quite, Lord. I’ve only just seen my wife and I’ve yet to step foot into my own home. Plus my arse is still sore from all our ridin’.”
“Then what brings you into my home before your own?”
“Can we sit?”
Uhtred sensed a change in his friend’s demeanor. At the moment, Finan was not his cheerful self. Uhtred gestured to the seats around the fire pit in the center of the hall.
Finan sighed and ran his hand through his dark, tousled hair.
“I cannot say that I am not worried, Lord.” Finan whispered.
“About Y/N?”
“She had troubles while I was away. What if she looses the child, Uhtred?” Finan asked. His mind was tormented with worry that wouldn’t relent.
“Giesla told me what happened. It is natural to be worried. Brida lost a child as did Mildreth. Giesla has given me three children and I’m sure Y/N will do the same.”
“Perhaps you are right, Lord. I prayed every night of our journey, that she and our child should be safe. It looks as if the Lord has granted me that.”
“Then I say, continue to pray and I will ask Beocca to do the same.” Uhtred patted Finan on the shoulder. “It’ll be alright, you’ll see.”
Finan said his goodbyes and headed home with the evening sun on his back. A short walk later he returned to you once again. Inside your home, he found you relaxing on the bed you shared.
“Are you here to stay or are you going to bed with Uhtred?” You joked.
Finan pounced at you. “You think ya’re funny!?”
He gripped your hips and tickled you vigorously. Laughter filled the home as he tickled you and pecked kisses on your neck.
You gasped. “Finan!”
He shot up and watched you with concern. “What is it?”
You grabbed his hand and placed it on your swollen belly. “Here, hold your hand here.”
The baby twisted and turned inside you, before softly kicking against Finan’s hand.
Finan’s face lit up, a beaming smile plastered on his lips.
“See? Our child is well and strong.”
Finan was fascinated. “Does this happen often?”
You nodded. “It does, I was surprised the first time it happened. Perhaps our child knows you are here now and did that just for you.”
You grabbed the back of Finan’s neck and pulled him in for a tender and much needed kiss.
Over the coming months Finan continued to be enticed by your child. The closer the delivery neared the more excited he became. He was nervous but, Finan was ready to meet his child. Finan knew he would instantly love the child as much as he loved you.
⚔️PART THREE? ⚔️
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Too Good A Woman
I found this Hild x Uhtred drabble half-finished from years ago. It makes me smile so I thought I’d polish it up and share just for fun. No warnings other than Uhtred being drunk and persistent.
His home needed the touch of a woman. That’s what Hild had decided, when she looked upon Uhtred’s pitiful loneliness after the loss of Iseult. Even though he had created the current state of his estate, deserved it even, when he rejected his Christian wife and sent Mildreth along to a nunnery.
Hild was bent over the table, chopping vegetables for a wholesome meal, when Lord Uhtred returned from wherever he had been.
“Hild!” he cried, voice rich and warm and much more cheerful than she had expected. It brightened her mood even as it made her suspicious. “This must be a vision; the Christian god has sent me one of his angel.”
“Not an angel, Lord.” Her mouth tried to scowl and smile at the same time. “Just a friend.”
Uhtred’s smile was as wide as his arms as he stepped close to embrace her. “My most wonderful friend.” He pulled her in tight, his whole body nestling around her own. Uhtred’s hugs were more intimate than any touches anyone else dared give her. And he was the only one who would ever be allowed.
He pulled back only a little, peering down at her face while his arms still gripped her around the shoulders. “But why are you here?”
From the way his eyes were struggling to focus on her face, Hild could see now that he was thoroughly drunk. “I came to check on you, Lord. I thought you might—” she hesitated, loathe to be the one that ruined his unexpected good mood, “—be a bit lonely here.”
Uhtred turned to look around his living space, his movements jerky and larger from the drink. “You’ve been tidying,” he observed. “And cooking?”
Hild pulled out of his arms and picked up her chopping knife. “This hall was in need of a woman’s touch.”
“Not just this hall,” Uhtred said, his voice dropping an octave, but Hild just waved him off and turned her attention back to the vegetables. Just as insufferable as always. Which was likely a good sign concerning the recovery of his spirits.
She had only been chopping for another minute or two before she felt Uhtred step up behind her. “You are too good to me, Hild.” His voice was low and even, and his hands came to settle on her waist, just above the swell of her hips.
Hild’s breath caught. While she worried that he was about to cross a line, his touch felt better than she wanted to admit. Her hands resumed chopping, twice as hard. “What are you doing, Uhtred.”
“What any good Christian would do at the sight of such an angel in his home.” He pressed his lips to the side of her neck, making her body shiver. “Worshipping.”
“That's blasphemy.” She shrugged her shoulder to move him off.
“You have heard me say worse.” He kissed her cheek, just in front of her ear, soft and slow.
Hild thought of all the women that must have melted at that kiss of his. “Are you drunk?” she said crossly. Still telling herself she was about to push him away.
“Not unreasonably.” His hands stole across her belly, pulling her body more firmly against his.
“I would certainly call this unreasonable.”
“Why?”
She put her hand on top of his, stopping him from sliding it any higher along her body. “I cannot do what you want, Uhtred. I am God’s wife.”
He leaned his handsome face over her shoulder, trying to catch her eye. “And you are too good a woman,” Uhtred quipped, saying what he always said. “He can share you with me. Do you not find it strange, that priests can marry and nuns cannot?”
Hild lifted an eyebrow, leaning back to look at him more squarely. “Oh, we are talking about marriage now, are we?”
Uhtred’s eyes sparkled with a loose, silly grin. “If you want to be.”
“I certainly do not.” She scowled at the absurdity of what Uhtred was asking for, nevermind the girlish fluttering in her limbs. “You are drunker than I thought. Let’s get you off to bed, I see now that you’ll need to sleep this one off. You can enjoy this stew when you’re in your right mind again.”
“Yes, Hild, take me to bed.” The mischief was dripping from his tongue, but she led him to his bedchamber anyway. She could handle this arseling.
He did not try to pretend to be sober. Quite the opposite; Hild was sure he did not need to lean on her entirely this much. He was using her own accusation as an excuse to lean his head against her shoulder, to keep pressing his thigh against her own as they made their way to the Lord’s bedchamber.
When they reached the bed Hild tried to sling him off her shoulder and into it, but Uhtred remained steady. “My boots,” he slurred, and rather than sitting down to remove them, he leaned into her harder as he lifted his leg and struggled to work the first one off.
His breath was heavy, and sweeter against her cheek than she had expected. The first boot fell, and he shifted his weight to work on the second. Uhtred was heavy, and when he wobbled again she couldn’t quite hold him up. With a sigh, she tried to dump him into his bed.
Uhtred dropped his boot in favor of grabbing Hild around the waist as his momentum changed. There was some spinning, and Hild found herself crashing to the bed with a drunk and amorous Lord Uhtred right on top of her.
For a long moment they just stared at each other. Uhtred’s eyes were playful and kind, with his pain etched in the tightness around their edges. Hild truly did wish to bring him comfort. But not in the way that he was asking, even if the temptation was rising up thick like honey through her body. “This is not the remedy you need,” she said gently, interrupting the progress of his mouth toward kissing hers.
“Let us try it anyway,” Uhtred murmured.
Hild rolled her eyes and jabbed him with her knee, turning his weight just enough to slip out from under him. She felt him let her go. When she was standing, with her clothes straightened, beside the bed, she fixed him with her sternest look. “Sleep this off,” she admonished him.
He smiled up at her, still playful, but less amorous. He settled himself against the pillows. “Tuck me in then, Mother Superior.”
She sighed loudly and ripped the blankets up over him. His eyes tracked her movements, wide and round like a child’s, and he did not move to grab her again. “Rest well, Lord,” she scowled down at him when all was tucked and settled. But her palm was soft against his forehead. “And come give me your apology in the morning.”
Hild hoped that he would not come looking for her too early. She needed to go straight to the chapel after this, and she did not know how long her prayers would take.
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