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jacevelaryonswife · 8 months

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After Dark | Part Two

As the week went by, an important achievement fell on Sihtric and tormented him completely: you didn't get out of his head.

pairing: sihtric kjartansson x stripper!fem reader | small appearance of finan

warnings: plot? no honey, porn! tiddy sucking, p in vagina sex, fingering, sligh dom!sihtric x slight dom!reader (yeah dude). English is not my first language. 4k of words

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As the week went by, an important achievement fell on Sihtric and tormented him completely: you didn't get out of his head. It was ridiculous, totally, why would he think of a girl like you?

He was a man with physical needs, of course, but besides being a stripper it was not as if you were the only hot lady in the city (unfortunately the only one who gave him beer in the mouth wearing lingerie), and yet you haunted him in the most erotic way possible since the night of Osferth's birthday.

That was a shot in his ego, obviously. A shot? No, it was a real massacre against his pride. You see, he was not ashamed of your profession or of being attracted to you but with the idea of paying to have sex with a lady. He didn't need it, he never needed it, and he intended to keep not needing it — even after the conversation with Finan that night while they were waiting for the birthday boy.

"I'm not against strippers or anything like that, I just don't like the idea of paying to have sex," he said.

“Ya don't have to pay to sleep with someone, just in case you choose a lady of the night because - don’t tell me, it's her job to charge for sex,” his friend said bluntly.

"I know, but it's not real you know? I don't want to see a girl pretend to fake like in bad porn," the Dane replied low when he saw the waitress approach with another ale.

"Aye, she will only pretend if you don't treat her properly," Finan commented in a tone of obviousness. "You're overthinking about it, see Osferth, he was almost a monk and is being devoured at this moment by a ferocious fox."

And the same ferocious fox was being devoured in his thoughts at that very moment. He wanted nothing more to devastate the fuck out of you.

And that's what Sihtric intended to do by dismissing his mates at the typical pub and going to meet you. Things from work, he justified, driving to the club while continuing to fight the battle against his pride, asking what he tought being some employee if there would be a performance of the dancer whose artistic name — recently discovered by him — was Aura. The confirmation cheered him up to the same intensity that created a small focus of nervousness beneath the stoic and well-constructed feature of his face. Would you remember him?

No, of course not. How many men did you see in one night? How many passed by your bed? He was just another forgettable idiot who paid your bills.

It was informed that that night you would only be on a private stage (damn premium girl), which would make him pay obligatorily for dance and sex — something he obviously wouldn't do. Even though he received enough money to have a comfortable life, he knew that you were not a cheap girl and it was more than absurd for him the double payment. That's why he preferred to ask when you would be available on the other stages again.

Sunday on the main stage, they informed, and he waited restlessly for another day.

A great deal of shame warmed his body as he passed through the door of the club until the moment of sleep. What the hell was he doing? Waiting so long to have an uncertain moment with a girl who could reject him for a larger amount? That you would certainly do that. Where did his pride come from?

He was sure you had bewitched him. Damn Aura.

The rest of Friday night, the whole day of Saturday and the day and afternoon of Sunday were passed in great doubt as to how it should proceed, with rational peaks of not going to the club that night. But then, there he was in the same place last time waiting for the main show to start. (He wasn't proud of it).

Scarlet lights illuminated the center of the stage and you appeared covered with a red overcoat and gloves this time, hair stuck and walking in the direction of the central poledance right from the start. Your gaze ran along the audience from the left end to the right, quickly landing on it with a subtle smirk before the music started.

Standing there with your red coat on

French perfume looking vulnerable

Black widow girl you sit and wait

Till I climb into the web you made

Your performance was different this time, with so many layers covering your body that it limited your movements to the most simple. Until the glove was removed from one hand and a red smoke spread across the stage, with you distancing yourself a little from the poledance and throwing the piece in the direction of the audience anxious for your nudity.

I'm an animal, you got me losing control

The first button on the overcoat has been opened.

You got me losing control

The second came next, revealing some of the crimson lacy bra.

You got me losing control

The third exposed your skin even more, but not enough.

It's not right

Your hair was dramatically revealed to the audience and your head turned in the momentum of the music, taking on poledance with precise and sensual acrobatic movements that impressed him considerably.

I can't take it no more girl

I can't take this abuse

Every time that you walk in the room girl

I'm hypnotized by the way that you move

It's the way that you move

You were upside down with your thighs attaching your body to the structure, undoing the other glove and throwing it again towards the audience, who howl like hungry wolves. In the mismatched eyes of Sihtric your performance was more provocative and impersonal than the previous one, so far, creating a certain discomfort in him, placing him beyond what he had fantasized. That was your job and his sexual desire, nothing more than the basics.

Your position exposed the provocative garter that connected the bottom of the lingerie with the transparent stockings that made up your look, making you even more sensual and domineering especially when maneuvering the vertical bar so well and standing up effortlessly, facing the audience with while playing with the fourth big button of the piece that covered a part of your body.

You looked at the men who made up the audience, a great mix between businessmen, apparently normal men and visibly failed men. Your choice was obvious and rational as you approached a cunt who was proud of the Ralph Lauren suit and the shiny Rolex on his wrist. No word was said by you when collecting the roll of money and releasing the penultimate button with a satisfied smirk, putting the notes inside your bra.

You call me out at your beck and call

Set me up just to watch me fall

Twist and turn bend and sway

I move in then you push away

Sihtric held his breath for some seconds when your gaze found his, maintaining the connection by slowly approaching him like last time. But he was not Osferth, his cheeks did not turn red when you bent down to face him directly, nor when you signaled with the index finger so that he approached to the point that your sentence was audible only to him.

"Did you come back to see me, dear? That made me very happy. I hope you want to follow in the footsteps of your sweet friend too,” your voice was soft as velvet in his ear, not expecting an answer when you got up and continued to face him. "Unbutton the last one, sweetie."

His heart missed a beat when he was remembered by you. Damn it, he felt pathetic for his inner reaction but mirrored his fierce look, without the twinge of fun. Sihtric liked boldness and insubordination in his women and that made him truly truly fucking aroused, he wanted to fuck the shit out of you and wanted to see you fuck him like a real lady of the night.

“Good boy,” your superb smile sent a gust of heat to his cock and he hated how easily he was affected as a teenager at puberty.

I'm an animal you got me losing control

You got me losing control, you got me losing control

It's not right

No, it wasn't certain at all.

Now, without the thick layer that hid your soft curves from the hungry pack you moved more easily in poledance, curling up acrobatically like a cat in a tree. Sihtric got drunk with his sample body and rubbed his palms on the side of his pants to soften the tingling that took them, enjoying his performative and sensual show.

I can't take it no more girl

I can't take this abuse

Every time that you walk in the room girl

I'm hypnotized by the way that you move

It's the way that you move

Upside down again, you looked at him a few times as you moved your arms, crossed your thighs technically against the metal bar and changed position, always subtle and discreetly, but not for him.

I can't take it no more girl

I can't take this abuse

Every time that you walk in the room the room, I'm Hypnotized by the way that you move

It’s the way that you move

Yes, he was fucking hypnotized, so absorbed that he didn't hear the desperate appeals of the men asking to see more of your body. Idiots. All of them, idiots. You would be his lady that night.

I can't tell you the future, I may promise the moon.

Cause every time that you walk in the room girl, I'm hypnotized by the way that you move.

It's the way that you move

What happened when you withdrew from the stage was very fast, Sihtric got up at the same time as the previous idiot and followed the same dark corridor that Finan had gone. The security guards who were willing along the way went unnoticed by the determined focus of the Dane in his fervent steps, contrasting with the calm (excess of security) of the other man who also went looking for him. He waited to go to some administrative or security employee to get to you, not to your own person who arrived at the door of one of the rooms.

“Aura! Aura,” he practically screamed in your direction, watching you turn to face him with a satisfied smirk.

“Good to see you, big boy, I figured you were coming,” you purred as you faced him. "Would you like to come in so we can negotiate?"

Before his confirmation, the other man was opposed to what was being suggested. “Common babe, you won't waste time with anyone having a gold mine right here in front of you."

Fortunately your answer was satisfactory enough that Sihtric did not hold that cunt by the lapel of his ridiculous suit and crush him against the wall. The guy was nothing close to him physically speaking, but the weight of the wallet certainly made him believe that he could have anything he wanted, including you.

"I like to draw my own conclusions, sweetie, especially with those who arrive first." That's all you said as you held Sihtric's hand and guided him inside the room under the asshole's protests. He was probably right to call himself a gold mine and the Dane knew that. That worried him like hell. "Don't call him, guys like him are in droves out there with full wallets and bad sex. It's not my type."

"And what's your type?" He asked emotionlessly in his voice, seeing a malicious little smile form in your features.

“Handsome men like you; good boys, bad boys who need a lesson... it's a long list,” you replied bluntly.

The previous anger felt for him dissipated considerably with your response, recalling the reason for being there in the first place, but still keeping a small fraction in case he needed it.

"What if you're the one who needs a lesson?" His tone was intense and low, entering in your little game.

"Do you think I've been a bad girl?" You purred as you leaned on it, leaning your hands on the deliciously defined chest.

“I think you need a good lesson, babe,” he circled your hips with one hand, holding firmly on to his soft skin, enjoying the warm course the situation was taking. But there was still a small problem. "But before that I need to know about the price."

"... see, I'm an expensive girl but I get very well only with the dance, which makes sex an activity done only when I want and with whom I want," your explanation was categorical, but the sensuality remained in your manners. And then you revealed how much you normally charged and Sihtric was sure that his pressure dropped for long seconds and his eyes widened more than he wanted to show. At the same time that his world overturned furiously, your explanation did not stop.

"But I can always make exceptions for guys to make me cum nice and easy, which I hope is your case, handsome, someone with such beautiful eyes could not be disappointing."

The new suggested value thawed his blood and pumped it directly to the stick. It was still high, but less atrocious than the previous one. It was promising.

"And I have restrictions on certain fetishes, so I need to know what you like to do."

Ah, he really liked to please the ladies. He liked to fuck good and strong beautiful things like you, but he also liked slow and sensual sex.

It was natural for Sihtric to take control of sex, but there were no problems when the lady took the reins of the situation. In fact, he found it extremely aroused to see a girl in a position to take what she wanted from him. Although the dane appreciated a certain versatility, he preferred dominance. And that's almost what he answered.

"So, how do you want me, darling?" You asked as you leaned all over it again, shortening the distance between your lips. “Because I have some ideas, including knowing your name,”

"Mm," he buzzed satisfied only to practically growl next: "It's Sihtric, and I also have some ideas."

"Good," you surprised him with a warm and overwhelming kiss, wrapping the back of his neck with one hand and leaning the other on his shoulder. Sihtric devoured your mouth with an even greater ferocity, circling your back and squeezing your arse and claiming your body for him and only for him.

There was no fear or shyness in the way your lips moved against each other, tasting, biting, sucking, confronting each other. He squeezed your soft flesh and brought you impossibly close during the hot make out, grunting when you pulled the sensitive hair from the back of his neck and pulling your lower lip with your teeth.

"Bad girl," he growled, pushing your body to the edge of the bed and breaking the kiss reluctantly to say, "Take off your clothes for me, slowly."

You bit your lower lip and looked at him seductively, smiling with menace and leisurely lowering the straps of the bra before leaving your breasts in full display. His hands immediately met your warm flesh, holding firmly, squeezing and massaging vigorously.

"Did you like them, babe?" You sighed when he turned both halos between his fingers.

“A lot. You're fucking gorgeous, lady."

The lower part of the set was the next to be removed, slipping between its soft thighs with ease exhausted.

Not even in the most explicit daydreams would his mind have projected anything close to your magnitude. You were completely ravishing and he wanted nothing more than to devastate you. The Dane attacked the soft skin of your neck with kisses and incisive licks that made your body soften below him, your scent touching on all his senses.

Reluctant to move away from you, his clothes were then discarded and your hands flewed to explore the defined abs marked with some scars. He was a fucking view, especially all hard with pre cum leaking from the tip of his huge cock, holding the condom in his hands.

"Damn, handsome, we're going to have a lot of fun today. But this brand sucks, let me get a better one.”

The dane's answer was a proud smirk, diving over you when pushing you in bed, not wasting time in claiming every little piece of your body with his hands, lips and tongue. First kissing your, neck, collarbone to reach your velvety breasts, turning the halo before licking them and wrapping them around your lips, sucking and bitting like a hungry man, making you moan pleasantly.

“Mmm,” you purred with a smile and caged him between your legs, rubbing your warm intimacy against his thigh.

"Do you want more, babe?” He asked close to his skin.

“Yes Sihtric, give me more!”

“Mmm,” he lowered his attention down your stomach, kissing all the way until he reached your wet heat, groping from the bundle of nerves to the wet entrance. "Fuckin' pretty," his mouth watered in the vision of your perfect body and pussy, longing more than anything to taste and fuck you with his fingers.

Before Sihtric could ask for permission to do that, you took his hand and sucked his index and middle finger, leaving your eyes more open throughout the act. "I'm glad you liked it, darling, because at that moment I need to know what these fingers can do," your velvety voice made his cock squirm and his fingers tingle to satisfy you.

He didn't think twice about inserting a finger into his soft, wet walls, moving slowly to prepare you, biting your lower lip with a soft murmur.

"Hmm," you moaned with the delicious intrusion that came along with the thumb of the other hand on your clitoris, "just like that, babe."

"Are you enjoying it, darling?" He purred with a confident smile, leaning to kiss your stomach and tits.

“A lot,” you massaged his head and brought him closer to your skin, closing your eyes in delight and moaning slyly when he wrapped his fingers. "But I just want to cum on your dick tonight."

He let out a short, nasal laugh, removing his fingers from your walls and rubbing your fluids into your nipples. "What a shame, I wanted to feel you squeezing my fingers like you were doing just now."

"You'll prefer to feel my tightness somewhere else, pretty boy, let me ride this impressive big cock," you groped his chest with your fingers and captured his lips in a short and sloppy kiss, taking control by turning it to climb on his lap.

Allowing you to pick up the condom thrown on the bed, the Dane watched with a low grunt as you laid out the material along his length, pumping a few times to provoke him before taking your position by taking him inside your warm, wet and soft prison slowly. "Damn it," you closed your eyes and stopped halfway, "I need some time to take everything, you’re so big and good."

He held your hips and leaned his feet on the bed to contribute to your movements. “Take your time little lady.” Sihtric was really struggling to let your body adapt, but the delicious tightness of your cunt left him yearning for more.

Your hips got closer and closer to his groin, moistening the entire stretch until your finally reached the base with a long sigh. Sihtric's hands smoothed the sides of your body and handled your tits with dexterity while contemplating you and your body with admiration and lust. Finally.

His weekly torment was being solved and he would do his best to prolong it.

Your initial jumps were smooth, leaning your hands on his chest to establish a constant and light rhythm that made him grunt low in contentment. Although...

Although he was appreciating how your movements intensified, it was not the way he wanted you that night, but he could deal with it for a while, especially when he started hitting his hips with your own. Fuck.

“Hmm, just like that,” you moaned and leaned over to take his lips, which gave him the chance to wrap an arm around your back and hold your body against his, holding your arse with a big hand to fuck you in that position. “Fuck, you're so damn big,” you whined with pleasure on his lips. “It feels amazing,” your head fell into the crooked of his neck.

"Let me know when it's too much, lady, I don't want to hurt you," he wandered with strong breathing before turning your body in a quick and fluid movement down, taking over the top, rubbing his groin against yours.

There was no reluctance in the rhythm he established, reflecting on the way your legs caged him and your arms brought him even closer, making him more intimate than he thought you would like. But who was he to displease with such?

“Sihtric! Keep going!” You sang sweetly, contrasting with the previous dominating attitude, melting and releasing juices on his cock. He grunted in a particularly strong grip followed by a soft tow. “More!”

He hit that spot again and again and almost growled when your nails scratched his back, beating relentlessly at a maddening pace. He was mortally proud of the idea of taking an orgasm out of you so fast that his mind led him into an inconvenient trap: what if you were pretending?

No, he couldn't accept that.

Pressing his thumb on your pearl and sucking the sweet place in the conjuncture between your neck and shoulder, Sithric kept his movements focused on getting your pleasure, taking your breath out and making your body arch violently against his with a loud moan, squeezing him in every way for dear life, leaving him almost painfully motionless throughout your high.

You were a damn sight with eyes closed and mouth between open, then staring at you with a satisfied and open smile. "Fuck… if I had known it would be like this I would have let you fuck me in the middle of the stage... in front of all those idiots," you laughed and smoothed his face, "keep going, I want you to cum for me."

If the glorious connection between your bodies leading him to madness was not enough, your dirty words made it difficult to postpone the weight on his balls with each intense and deep thrust on your velvet walls. He was on the edge of the apex when he sank his face into your neck and grunted loudly, making his folds vibrate. It was too much to deal with.

His senses failed when he came strong and hot, filling the condom and your ear with idle and guttural sounds while squeezing your hip with a force that would be felt for days. Sihtric leaned on the opposite forearm so as not to deposit all the weight on you during the climax, delighting in the newly formed sweat where your breasts and his chest were.

"Fuck," the Dane slowly withdrew from your cozy interior and removed the used condom, visually looking for some disposal point inside the room. When you signaled the nearest dumper he drove quickly before falling to your side with irregular breathing and eyes momentarily closed. He was a fucking view.

“I hope it doesn't take long to recover because I need you to fuck me again,” you said after a short moment in comfortable silence.

A quick nasal laugh was his first reaction. "Mmm, you're a needy girl, aren't you?" His mismatched eyes shone with sensuality when they found yours, "don't worry, I intend to make good use of time."

An open and satisfied smile was the preceptor of your answer. “Good. I have more ideas."

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st-eve-barnes · 6 months

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Writing Pattern Tag Game

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works, or as many as you are able, and see if there are any patterns!

Really like this one, thanks for the tag @bhxrdy❤️ I've put in a few more and some older ones as well just for comparison ;)

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Leverage (Michael Gavey) - You should have known something was off the second Ben sat down in front of you in the library that morning.

You know that I'm no good (modern Aegon, modern Sihtric) - It started on a random Friday night in your favorite club in Winchester.

Hush (modern Aemond) - Aemond’s mind was everywhere except focussed on the movie playing on the big tv in front of him.

Fix you (modern Aegon) - Aegon was one second away from pouring himself another glass of vodka when the knock on the door disrupted his plans.

Sanctuary (Osferth) - It was a quiet night in the ale house of Winchester where you served the customers.

Morning glory (Aemond) - There had been no intent behind it, at first, all Aemond wanted that morning was to hold you close, seeking your warmth and comfort.

Something for the pain (Eddie Munson) - It was Saturday night and Eddie was having a smoke by the lake, taking a break from the heat in his trailer after what had been the hottest day in months.

Kiss me (Eddie Munson) - Kissing Eddie Munson wasn’t on your to-do list today.

You could be mine (Helmut Zemo) - “I’m sorry, you want me to what?!”

After all (modern Bucky Barnes, modern Steve Rogers) - Your hands were shaking as you stuffed some of your belongings into your suitcase.

The good boy (modern Stucky) - Steve Rogers is an ass.

Someone like you (modern Steve Rogers) - This was without a doubt the worst idea you’ve ever had.

The man on the train (Bucky Barnes) - The soothing rhythm of the train was softly carrying you though the snow covered landscape of Bucharest.

I'm tagging @sapphire-writes @whitedarkmoonflower @sihtricfedaraaahvicius @aemonds-fire @arcielee @hamatoanne @marthawrites

#my writing #aemond x reader #aegon x reader #eddie munson x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader

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alexagirlie · 17 days

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HAPPY FUCKING FINAN FRIDAY

I just got wonderful news regarding Mark and I am manifesting hard that Sihtric Saturday brings some Arnas news.

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itbmojojoejo · 1 year

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Crimes Of Passion | Part 3

Pairings: Finan x OFC & Sihtric x OFC

Summary: The conversation Sihtric and Runa overheard at The Beamfleot casino leads to Ragnar sending Runa and Rollo to work with Uhtred on a temporary basis.

Wordcount: 5.2k (chonk) - Special thanks to the very talented @arcielee for being a proper gem beta reading this and letting me blow up her dm's with nonsense xo

Part 1 | Other Works

Warnings: Smoking, alcohol consumption, swearing, threats and use of violence. If I have missed any please let me know!

The light trickling in through the gapped curtains changed from fluorescent yellow cast by street lamps to natural tones of reds and oranges with the morning sun and Runa knew she wasn’t alone in her entirely sleepless night. Sihtric’s fingers had slowly traced countless shapes and patterns on the side of her thigh with her back pressed to his chest and their legs tangled together the whole night.

“We should go.” Sihtric whispered softly, pressing his lips gently to the shell of her ear and untangled himself leaving Runa led alone in the bed.

Sitting up with a satisfying ache in her body she watched the tiny dust particles rise shimmering through the stream of light like stardust before settling back down onto the bed sheets, her mind felt eerily empty going through the motions of dressing and washing the ruined makeup off her face relying on her muscle memory to complete the tasks.

Shifting uncomfortably in her peplum outfit and tightening the rushed bow in her hair holding together the crumpled messy curls, Sihtric stood by the door holding their bags and immediately took her hand into his as they left, guiding her through the hallways keeping her close in the elevator. He didn’t release his hold on her until they reached the passenger side door of his car, his thumb tapping off her skin before slipping away, the unwanted ache of instantly missing his touch hitting her again.

The drive to the small two bed townhouse Runa called home was quiet, the city and it’s occupants only just climbing out of their slumber on a Saturday morning except for the people setting up their market stalls and opening their shops. Sihtric moved to get out of the car to help with her bag,

“I can han-“ She started to speak but Sihtric was out of the car and opening her door before she could even get her words out; she frowned slightly climbing out of her seat feeling as though he wanted to be rid of her quickly with as little conversation as possible.

Standing in front of her gate she kept her eyes to the floor as he handed over the black leather holdall and met his hazel eyes sparkling in the morning sun with a confused look when he didn’t walk away.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired.” Runa shrugged, pressing her mouth into a tight line, his eyebrows quirked up and a smile tugged at his lips clocking her white lie, he decided against pushing her for the truth when her eyes fell back to the floor.

“Get some sleep before you go to Ragnar.” He instructed leaning into her space and placing a kiss to her cheek, feeling her smile at the contact he brushed his lips closer to the edge of her mouth, she turned into him for a soft peck and pushed him back with a light shove to the chest with a closed fist.

It wasn’t until she was behind the closed door of the house standing in the narrow hallway that she stopped fighting the beam now plastered on her face but it soon disappeared

“Good night, sister?” Cnut called from the living room, she found him standing and sipping a cup of coffee looking out the front window from behind the net curtains; he had seen her farewell.

“Your wife kick you out again?” Her older brother stayed in the spare room regularly, he had a somewhat tempestuous marriage but would never leave his wife.

“Ragnar wants us at the club for twelve.” He responded calmly taking a seat in the arm next to a little unlit fireplace ignoring her jab

“I’ll need a bath first, and a nap.” Cnut laughed at her comment leaving her to go upstairs and enjoy her morning recovering from a long night away.

Sihtric had gone home and washed up, changing his clothes before getting picked up by Osferth heading to Bebbanburg’s Beacon to tell Uhtred what they had witnessed at The Beamfleot.

“So, how’d you find her?” Finan asked, leaning against the bar, chalking his snooker cue.

“What?” Sihtric coughed on the drag of his cigarette, the irishman gave him a side glance at his reaction to a simple question

“Did she shoot anyone?” Osferth asked genuinely curious about Runa’s gun toting ways.

“No, Runa was calm, I don’t know why everyone thinks she’s some crazed woman.” Sihtric commented taking a sip from his black coffee relying on the caffeine to keep him going through the day

“Not crazy, just difficult to control. She isn’t the best at making decisions.” Uhtred stated coming up from the cellar after changing a barrel of ale

“She didn’t react to Aethelwold, was polite to Haesten, didn’t panic or resort to violence when we were nearly caught by Sigefrid, and it was her idea to leave first thing in case Aethelwold did reveal our identities. How is any of that bad decision making?” Sihtric gently challenged keeping his tone even, everyone’s concerns over Runa’s behaviour felt misplaced.

“How did you avoid being caught?” Finan queried, no one had thought to ask Sihtric that when he recounted the nights events earlier on and him coming to her defence was odd to Finan

“Slipped into an unlocked room.” Sihtric shrugged taking another sip of coffee not meeting anyone’s eyes

“I’m not saying Runa is difficult all of the time, but Ragnar and Cnut have both said she’s more agreeable and easier to handle when she isn’t angry or upset.” Uhtred claimed ignoring Finan’s enquiry, he wasn’t fussed with how Sihtric got the information just that it was done without drawing attention to the fact they were looking into Erik and Sigefrid

“How did you keep her happy?” Osferth leaned on his snooker cue watching Finan take his shot on the half arsed game

“I don’t know, I just let her be.”

“During this make believe couple thing did you kiss her?” Finan kept his eyes on the rolling balls to see if any went into the pockets not wanting to give away his reason for asking.

“Enough, we have to go.” Uhtred cut off the conversation walking around from the bar with his jacket and threw a set of car keys, they bounced off the chest of an unsuspecting Osferth who simply turned and looked to them on the floor.

“Uh, I would of...caught them if I knew..” The young man pointed between himself and the keys looking at the men.

“Just pick them up.” Uhtred instructed with a sigh walking out of the pub.

Runa sat leaning back in a chair opposite the booth Ragnar sat in with Brida and Cnut waiting for Uhtred to arrive, she thought she would be fine coming face to face with Finan and Sihtric together. No situations like this in the past had bothered her before but now she was internally fuming at herself.

Sihtric quickly glanced over her appearance, the navy blue pinstripe trousers and waistcoat accentuated her figure nicely and he fought back the smile on his face seeing the extremely high neck white shirt she wore fastened to the top with a matching striped tie. Finan looked between his friend and Runa, she was avoiding eye contact with both of them rolling an unlit cigarette between her thumb and index finger looking at Brida who seemed to be amused.

“For now I think the best thing to do is increase the muscle at the Beacon and do regular rounds checking in on the little people.” Uhtred’s comment pulled Finan’s attention back to the conversation, it was his role to do check ups and payment collections so this affected him directly.

“A good shout, you can have Runa and Rollo for a while, even Jackdaw if you wish.” Ragnar smiled warmly at his younger brother.

“Just the two will be fine, thank you.” Uhtred accepted with a nod.

“Why me?” Runa’s head snapped to Ragnar with a frown confused as to why it would be her put forward for a temporary move, the annoyance obvious in her body language to everyone in the currently closed ballroom.

“Your...approach could be useful.” Ragnar sighed giving a knowing look to Uhtred, he had been prepared for some resistance from her.

“Teach my boys a few things too perhaps.” Brida laughed at Uhtred’s comment looking at Runa with slightly raised brows nodding; she saw straight through Runa the moment both Finan and Sihtric had walked into the room and knew what mess she’d made for herself.

“I don’t understand why we don’t just roll up to the casino and smash it up?” Runa quizzed, putting the cigarette to her lips and lighting it with her engraved zippo.

“No.” Chorused from multiple voices and Sihtric stopped nodding in agreement with her statement, their joint lack of concern for survival is probably the reason why they are the ones to follow orders and not give them.

“Cousin, we aren’t starting a war.” Ragnar offered her a smile smile leaning forwards on the table

“What? They robbed Uhtred, destroyed and threatened the businesses that pay him for protection, now plan to take those payments for themselves and have even said they want Uhtred out of the picture to move on you, Ragnar. They are asking for a war.” Runa held her opinion firmly, tapping ash into a nearby ashtray.

“You aren’t wrong, but that can’t be the way we handle it.” Finan spoke up, even though his voice was one that opposed her idea he agreed with her reasoning.

“Alright so what do you suggest, hm?” Runa asked, raising her brows, finally meeting his gaze, her blue eyes threatening to drown him in their oceans.

“We’ll be doing more regular checks and if we come across any of those bastards in our streets we hit them hard. Our chances are better hitting a few at a time than an entire casino full of ‘em and politicians.” Finan countered, looking between Uhtred and Ragnar for reassurance that they were more on board for his plan than storming the casino.

“Fuck the politicians.” Runa declared with an eye roll, exhaling a cloud of smoke, catching the smirk playing on Sihtric’s lips out the corner of her eye.

“No.” Chorused out again and she simply laughed, shaking her head.

As the meeting came to a close it was decided that Runa and Rollo would start their duty of being under Uhtred’s command tonight as it was a saturday, a prime time to make a bold attack if Erik and Sigefrid felt like it. Runa rose from her chair seeing Sihtric pat down his pockets looking for a light with a cigarette balancing between his lips.

“Thanks.” Sihtric spoke quietly as Runa approached with her zippo handing it to him, she smiled at his grey sweater vest worn over a white short sleeved shirt. Taking back her lighter she was careful to avoid brushing her fingers off his beating down the voice inside her that wanted any contact it could get.

“I’d avoid your fancy dresses when you’re at the Beacon,” Finan’s voice came from behind and she turned, meeting his gaze.

“I was planning to, I’m not a fan of fighting in a skirt.”

“I doubt there will be any of that going on, they’d have to be pretty ballsy bringing it to our doorstep,” Finan looked between her and Sihtric sensing a shift in their dynamic from the way Sihtric avoided looking at her too much compared to his usual open watching.

“Famous last words.” Runa smiled, walking away from them.

The sound of music spilling from a large jukebox at the far end of Bebbanburg’s Beacon was quieter at the snooker table Sihtric occupied with Rypere and Clapa, Finan sat at the bar beside Uhtred who spoke with Gisela and Eadith who were training a new barmaid that Osferth found his attention drawn to far too much. Rollo sat at a small table with Runa, mulling over their glasses of whiskey surrounded by the pub’s locals that were strangers to them enjoying a Saturday night, spending their slim wages put in their hands the day before.

“Another?” Rollo asked standing from his seat holding out his hand for Runa’s now empty glass, she nodded passing it over and leaned her elbow on the table resting her face in the palm of her hand.

She found herself staring into the blue heart of a burning candle wick, the yellow flicker distorting the view and sound of everything beyond it. Getting lost in a semi meditational state the image of Sihtric looking up at her from between her thighs with hooded eyes followed quickly by Finan’s almost black lust blown eyes staring into hers swiping his thumb over her lips flashed through her mind.

“Who rides better? The dane or the irishman?” Brida’s question from this afternoon spun through her head, she had been unable to answer, simply staring back in disbelief and walking away as Brida and Cnut laughed. Runa didn’t think it was as simple as that, she used to be good at keeping a physical attraction to strictly transactional intimacy, yet over the night she had watched Finan making Eadith laugh with his eyes wondering over her body and wanted to be the one on the receiving end of his attention, she had also watched Sihtric missing his closeness wanting to feel his lips against her temple as he spoke to her lowly.

Runa hated the mess spinning round in circles through her mind, she could feel the tangled emotions coursing through her veins threatening to spill over into the physical world. A cigarette on top of a box matches being slid her way across the table pulled her out of the jumbled thoughts back into the room.

Her freckle framed eyes met Osferth’s kind gaze and he smiled shyly folding his hands in his lap from the short stool he now perched on opposite her at the table.

“Thought you might like one of those.” He nodded to his offering

“Thank you, Osferth,” She replied quietly with her own smile, a rare small tremble in her fingers as she lit the cigarette, taking a deep drag and shaking out the match’s flame. Osferth took notice and decided to let his inner curiosity direct the conversation.

“What do your runes stand for?” He asked relieved that she relaxed her posture instead of telling him to piss off for being nosey.

“Oh, this one” She points to the ᛁ on her middle finger “is for clarity in challenging times. This” She points to the ᛚ on her other middle finger, “represents my hopes and fears.”

“Fears?” Osferth queried further, Runa was the last person he ever imagined to frightened of anything.

“Everyone fears something,” Runa shrugged taking another drag fiddling with the match box

“Isn’t it shameful to admit you’re scared of something?” Osferth had always been told by his uncle to show no fear and be brave in the face of trouble and dangers.

“No. Fear isn’t something to be ashamed of, it’s natural and guides so many of our decisions in life” Her tone was gentle with him assuming this wasn’t a conversation he’d felt comfortable having with anyone in the business before.

“I didn’t think you would be scared of anything” He confessed, still holding her gaze.

“I am, but I won’t tell you what of, knowing someone’s weakness gives you the upper hand.” She smiled playfully hoping to keep her inner thoughts to herself, she didn’t need anyone knowing of the internal battle that was raging deep within her.

Runa watched him frown and look over to the new barmaid, turning sharply away when she glanced over, almost meeting his gaze with a light pink tint just gracing his cheeks.

“Osferth, don’t let fear rule your life.” Runa cautioned, noticing the way he pursed his lips and fought the heat biting his cheeks.

“How..what do..” His frown deepened, unsure of how to articulate his question.

Sihtric leaned back against the corner of the alcove and looked over to Runa who was smiling and laughing gently with Osferth as Rollo approached their table with whiskey in hand. He let out a soft sigh watching the way trapped flames seemed to dance in the copper waves falling over her shoulders, a beautiful contrast to the calm blue seas in her eyes.

Rypere clearing his throat and slipping a small folded square of paper into Sihtric’s hand took over his attention, pulling back the corner slightly he saw the scribbled phone number he’d asked to be tracked down and smirked putting into his trouser pockets.

As the night at the pub came to an end Runa kept her distance from everyone leaving as she overheard Finan offering to drive Eadith home and chewed on her bottom lip making her way outside to her small car, giving a quick glance around the small car park on the side of the building she dropped her keys and cursed under her breath.

“You alright to drive, Runa?” The lilt of Finan’s accent was stronger with his raised voice carrying across the cars, she stood with keys in hand to see Eadith hurriedly getting into the front passenger seat of his car and she simply nodded with a tight lipped smile at his question.

Runa laid in bed, staring at her ceiling with the street lights leaking into her room through the thin red curtains, bathing everything in a low pink tint; she was still tired having only managed to get a couple of hours sleep before going to The Dunholm earlier in the day, but sleep was evading her. She had tossed and turned, not getting any shut eye at all until the shrill of the phone on her bedside table dragged her out of a slumber in the morning.

“Hello?” Her voice heavy with sleep carried down the end of the phone to her caller.

“Good morning.” Runa’s heart skipped hearing the smile in Sihtric’s voice; he reclined on his sofa holding the phone between his ear and shoulder rolling a cigarette, the vision of her still in bed clear in his head.

“How did you get this number?” She asked, sitting up rubbing her eyes.

“I have my ways,” He licked the gum strip of his rolling paper making a neat roll.

“Of course you do.” She hummed laying back down twiddling the phone cord hearing the spark of a lighter.

“Why are you calling?” Runa queried, she had hoped to try and put as much distance between her and Sihtric to ease off whatever attachment seemed to be growing.

“I want to know what you’re wearing” He joked running his tongue along his bottom lip at her laughter

“I was actually wondering if you’re joining us tomorrow?” He already knew Runa would be there, he was apart of organising the new payment collection process they would be implementing.

“It’s collection day, of course I'll be there” She confirmed, moving to lay on her side unable to get comfortable.

“And today?” Sihtric also knew she wasn’t due to be with them.

“No, Uhtred said I wouldn’t be needed, Sundays are quiet apparently.”

“Hmm, they are but you could still pop in..” He was hopeful the suggestion might encourage her to turn up, even if just for a moment.

“I promised my nephews I’d be with them for lunch today, help out the sister-in-law.”

“Alright, well enjoy your day Runa.” She frowned hearing his almost inaudible sigh.

“You too, bye.” As she put the phone down on its receiver with a clunk the quiet of her small house hit her heavy and the small voice in her head cursed her for not getting his number in case she wanted to call him back.

“Fuck.” She swore loudly covering her face with her arms. trying to shut it out.

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“Woah, watch it,” Finan ruffled young Uhtred’s hair as the boy ran past him with a snooker cue through the quiet pub and the front door opened to reveal Ragnar followed closely by Jackdaw.

Finan sat next to Uhtred, resting his chin on his clasped hands leaning on the table listening to the unexpected discussion.

“I want you to send Runa with Finan.” Ragnar stated confidently, looking Uhtred in the eye.

“Why?” Uhtred furrowed his brows, his plan was to send her with Clapa on collections.

“Brother, we lost too much with the last turf war. Cnut is a strong leader, he has people that respect him should he need to step up and assist Brida but he will need a strong second, he will choose his sister to be that person.”

Before the brothers had managed to claim The Dunholm and Bebbanburg's Beacon on neighbouring boroughs, they had lost high ranking members on both sides due to outside and inside forces; Ragnar wanted a clear precise plan for takeover should anything happen to him so that Brida wasn’t left struggling to gain control of all that she had worked for alongside him.

“Uhtred I’m happy to do it, but does Brida support this decision?” Finan asked looking between Ragnar and Uhtred

“It was her idea. Believe it or not she trusts Runa with her life, we need her to be prepared and learn to take a step back before reacting in certain situations, just in case.” Ragnar twisted his glass between his fingers looking to Uhtred, he knew this could be a risk that doesn’t pay off but he had to try

“Consider it done, brother.” Uhtred was nervous, he knew his men well enough without words being spoken to know there was something going on, the last thing he needed was his firm being ripped apart from the inside over a woman, but Brida trusting her spoke volumes.

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Monday arrived quickly and Finan drove a black Jaguar through the city with Runa humming along to the radio in the plush leather passenger seat as they made their way to a small café on the edge of Uhtred’s borough that was late on their last payment. He had tried his best, keeping his focus on the road and traffic lights but every now and again he found himself stealing glances at his newest colleague in her pinstripe trouser suit covered by a black trench coat.

“Right, let's see what this guy has to say for himself.” Finan took a breath preparing to get out of the car when Runa spoke up.

“That is Sigefrid’s man” She pointed at Dagfin who was just visible through the glass front of the quiet café.

“You’re sure?” Finan didn’t want to be slapping about just anyone today if he could avoid it.

“I don’t forget a face.” Runa insisted with a nod.

“Nothing like spicing up a Monday with a fight,” He chuckled but his face quickly fell seeing Runa pull out her black revolver she’d tucked away out of sight and check over the bullets.

“Um, yeah, no. You aren’t going in there with that.” Finan shook his head and reached across snatching the gun out of her hands, Runa stared at him with a frown looking as if she wanted to punch him square in the face.

“What else have you got on you?” He asked not caring for her anger, hiding the gun away in his jacket.

“Hammer.” She admitted quietly, tapping her trench coats pocket not looking at him

“I’ll allow it.” It could still do some damage but less fear inducing to others than a firearm he thought.

“Oh will you now?” Runa sassed as Finan got out the car, straightening his single breasted suit jacket and rolling his shoulders.

Stomping behind Finan, the pair pushed open the glass door making a small bell jingle alerting everyone inside they’d arrived. The smell of coffee, grilled bacon and eggs hit their senses along with a wave of heat from the open kitchen visible to seating area.

“John boy, how’re you doin’?” Finan greeted the owner warmly but his face said something else entirely. The man stood in his greasy apron holding a metal spatula staring with his mouth open, unable to find any words.

“Oh I’m good thanks for asking, sorry I haven’t paid Uhtred I’ll do that for you right now.” Finan mocked John with his lack of response, a chair scraping against the linoleum flooring had Runa turn to see Dagfin approaching with another unknown man beside him

“He doesn’t answer to Uhtred anymore.” The tall stocky unnamed man spat directing his words to Finan, who simply looked between the owner and two other men with raised brows

“These boys bothering you, John?” He asked smirking, and the owner simply nodded. Finan threw a look over his shoulder to Runa and shrugged before unexpectedly headbutting the man with a heavy force making him fall to the floor.

A smile played on Runa’s lips at the scene in front of her as Finan grappled Dagfin who was trying to flee with ease. Finan held Dagfin by the hair and arm twisted up behind his back pushing his face down on the countertop, Runa hummed cheerfully pulling out and spinning the hammer around in her hand.

“Give me.” She demanded, taking his wrist and slamming it down next to his face so he had a clear view of what she was doing.

“This little piggy went to the market,” She smiled, wiggling the tip of his thumb.

“This little piggy stayed home,” Dagfin grunted and tried to move as she repeated the same on his index finger.

“This little piggy had roast beef,” She sang, cocking her head to the side with raised brows ignoring his protests.

“And this little piggy had none.” Her smile downturned as she tapped his ring finger, getting a low chuckle from Finan.

“And this little piggy...cried.” Her tone fell flat as she slammed the hammer down into the middle knuckle of Dagfin’s little finger and he screamed out in pain. She went to repeat the process but stopped when Finan shook his head at her.

“You’re on the wrong side of town fella.” Finan spoke lowly in Dagfin’s ear, before shoving him away towards the door and he ran out towards his car clutching his hand, followed by his disorientated friend.

“Now, how about that payment John?” Finan spoke to the owner, straightening his jacket again by tugging the front hem downwards, holding eye contact with Runa.

She took a deep breath shifting slightly under his gaze, the fire burning in the golden tones of his brown eyes bore into hers and that same feeling he had ignited with his confidence as they had danced started to creep into her once more. Runa cleared her throat, turning her attention to John who placed a very full looking brown envelope on to the counter and Finan took it tucking the money away in his inside pocket without acknowledging him, motioning for Runa to follow him with a jerk of his head.

The car ride back to Bebbanburg’s Beacon was even quieter; Runa wasn’t humming to the radio only staring straight ahead out the windshield window reminding herself she was pissed at Finan for taking away her gun, treating her like a child, and she wasn’t to be impressed with his ridiculous display of strength or confidence in any way shape or form.

Runa spent the evening tucked away in an alcove, sipping on her whiskey and chain smoking as she watched Rollo and Rypere idly play snooker; she refused to make any eye contact or conversation with Finan or Sihtric hoping to avoid adding more fuel to the turmoil that was growing more and more chaotic inside her head when Uhtred speaking up caught her attention.

“What are you doing here, Aethelwold?” He asked flatly not looking at the short blonde but only ahead at Gisela who was behind the bar.

“I came to share a story, a story about a so-called boogeyman who follows the orders of Ragnar.” He smiled at Gisela, accepting the brandy she slid towards him.

“Why do I need to hear this story?” Uhtred sighed, looking down the bar to Finan who watched on with Sihtric and Clapa..

“Because Uhtred, it turns out that some people who have been affected by the actions of this boogeyman chose to speak with Erik and Sigefrid, and it was discovered that this man is in fact a woman.” Aethelwold’s cocky smile only seemed to brighten as Uhtred turned to look at him with a raised brow knowing he had piqued his interest.

“A woman with red hair and blue eyes, at first they didn’t believe it because she is rumoured to have done some terrible things, but then Dagfin had an encounter with a woman today who fit this description a little too well standing alongside your most trusted man.” Aethelwold looked to Finan, implicating he knew exactly what had happened at the café earlier in the afternoon

Runa stood quietly, stubbing out her cigarette and walking over to the bar, positioning herself in the empty space between Finan and Aethelwold looking the shorter man in the eye.

“Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Hello Runa.” Aethelwold’s face fell trying to appear tough, no one had spoken her name that night in the warehouse and she didn’t give it to Haesten at the casino either.

“I’ve been named?” She asked flatly.

“Oh you have, and they are very interested in seeing you again.” He took a sip of his brandy giving her a side glance as he did.

“Finan, my gun.” Runa’s tone was steady as she stepped so close into Aethelwold’s space her chest was touching his shoulder, staring him down. She had no intentions of shooting him, but having a firearm would make her feel more relaxed should any other unwanted visitors walk through the doors.

“No, I will return it the moment this shit has left the premises.” Sihtric looked to Finan with a small frown silently questioning why he took Runa’s weapon away from her in the first place.

“Looks like you won’t be shooting me in the balls today.” Aethelwold smiled widely, lifting his glass to his lips once more; Runa swiftly revealed a switchblade she kept in her waist coat pocket, flipping out the blade and slamming it down on the bar top.

“I could just cut them off?” Runa snarled getting closer to his face, she suspected that maybe it was him who had spoken of her to the brothers. Sihtric inhaled deeply through his nose, he recognised she was responding out of pure anger, being named and connected as family to Ragnar and Cnut made her a valuable target now.

“Aethelwold, I think it’s time you left.” Gisela spoke calmly, looking between Uhtred and Finan not wanting any violence taking place inside the pub.

Uhtred had Clapa escort Aethelwold out to his car while he made a call to The Dunholm warning Ragnar of what had just taken place; he had his own worries too. If Runa had been named then possibly Sihtric had too, revealing that they had been inside the casino on Friday night watching and listening. The next move to be made by Erik and Sigefrid could be happening much sooner than expected.

End Notes: It's kicking off baby.

Taglist: @finanmoghra @emilyhufflepufftlk @deandoesthingstome .

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anjelicawrites · 1 year

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Again on the topic of family man Osferth. He is the guy who really steps up when he meets you: a divorced mum of three, whose ex-husband is a deadbeat dad. You find him cute but you keep him at a distance, he is younger than you are and too many guys have ran for the hills when they have realized your children come first and you don't want to have your heart broken again. He is not so easily deterred though, and you let your defenses down when you see how hard he tries to accommodate you and your needs as a mum. He is never angry that you have to switch plans on a short notice because your youngest has the flu or you can't see him this Saturday, your oldest has a rugby match; he changes his schedule around yours as much as possible and, big green flag, your kids love him to pieces, that has never happened with anyone else you have dated.

Another perk is that he comes with this big, loud and a bit obnoxious extended family who just adopts you and your children, without question. They see how good you are for Osferth and that's enough for them. They are rowdy; whenever they come to your kids's matches, it's way too easy to hear them cheer (one time Uhtred almost gets kicked out from your second's swim match, but that's a story for another time). Uhtred, Finan, Sihtric and Uhtred's brother Ragnar look scary but are absolute sweethearts. Brida is the one who teaches your children how to trow a punch but it's Hild who suggests they do it not in front of any adult. When things get stressful, you end up talking with Uhtred's wife Gisela, who gives you always good advices.

You don't have a huge family yourself and your dad lives far away, many times you have felt alone, but you are no more. You have a wonderful man by your side, who adopts your children right before you get married and actually cries just after signing the adoption papers.

You and him have two children and he works hard to show your other kids that he loves all of them equally. Yes, the youngest two are biologically his, but he considers the older three as if they share his blood. He scolds the children when they need to be and he is there for them when they are hurt or sad. He helps when all of the kids move out to go to college and stresses himself knowing they are out in the world and you and him cannot protect them.

It's the whole family that meet the boyfriends and girlfriends of your children. It is almost comical how much they try to scare those poor souls, just to check that they are the right people for your kids. When your children meet the people they are going to marry, all bets are lost; these poor people have to go through the equivalent of WWII and Teutoburger, to prove themselves worthy, and even Uhtred's friend Father Beocca and his lovely wife Thyra are part of the plan, and look scary enough to put the fear of God in your future children in law. When the marriage ceremonies actually happen, you can see these burly men with red eyes, all proud and happy for you, Osferth and your family.

When you first left your husband, your house felt a bit cold and grey, now is always warm and never silent, filled with yours and Osferth's love.

#osferth #osferth x reader #osferth x y/n

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viking-chaos · 2 months

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Sihtric Kjartansson | Arnas Fedaravicius Seven Kings Must Die [2023]

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And a few unhinged ones 😅

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sihtricfedaraaahvicius · 3 months

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mrsarnasdelicious · 1 year

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The Band of Bebbanburgh - II - Osferth's Intro

"Hey, Arseling, got a moment?" Leofric shouts. Uhtred looks up from his morning coffee. "Yeah, what's up?" He asks. "I need your help." The older man says. Uhtred frowns at him. "You have it. Now tell me your problem." He says to his friend. "It is my nephew." Leofric lights a cigarette. "The boy who studies Theology?" Uhtred inquires. Leofric nods, smoke billowing from his nose and mouth. "What of him?"Uhtred finished his coffee.

Leofric sits down beside him.

"His mother, my sister, is in the hospital. Her kidneys are giving up. Osferth can't really be alone. He'll forget to eat and do his washing. He gets too stuck in his books." He takes a deep drag of his cig. "His dad ... Alfred.. He's agreed to take Osferth in till he's graduated.. But he's an affair baby, so Aelswith loathes him. He is unhappy." He looks Uhtred in the eye. "What do you want me to do about it?" Uhtred asks. Leofric shurgs his board shoulders. "Help me think of a way to think of a way to make him happy." He all but pleads.

Uhtred tilts his head a little. "I think I know just the thing." He says with a small mischivous smile. Leofric takes his head between his large calloused hands and presses a kiss on his forehead. "You're a fucking saint." He exclaims.

Leofric brings his nephew out to Finan's on saturday. Uhtred is already there and Sihtric is dressed like a normal person.

"Howdy, gang." Leofric says, upon stepping in. As always, Finan's house smells like the bakery. Osferth inhales the scent and some of the tension already slides from his lanky frame. Everyone looks up. Sihtric rises first. "What have you brought, Leofric? Your boyfriend?" Halig asks. "My nephew." Leofric answers, his voice irritated. He goes over and slaps Halig on the back of his head, Klappa barks a laugh. Sihtric comes up and does a little circle around Osferth. "Hm, not too shabby. He'll clean up well with clothes that fit him right." He purrs. Osferth flusters brightly. "Back off, you fucking slut." Leofric sneers. Sihtric sticks up his middle finger.

"Leofric, what have I said about calling our fighter a slut under my roof!?" Finan comes in with a warm tray of apfelstrudel. "He usually gets apid for it, so call him a whore." Klappa suggests. "Nah, more like 'don't call him a slut unless you'd do him'." Halig smirks. "No, ye fuckwits. I said to be kind, the kid's been through plenty." Finan puts the tray down and then turns to Osferth. "I apologise for this sorry lot, luv." He purrs. Osferth flushes, red hot. He avoids Finan's eyes with a purpose.

"Sit down lad, what would you like to drink?" Finan gestures to an open chair. "Tea, please." Osferth mumbles, slouching to the chair.

Finan goes back to the kitchen to grab Osferth his tea.

"He's quite cute." Says Sihtric. "Sit yer arse down, boy. Don't ye make him more shy than he already is." Finan shouts from the kitchen. "Yes, sir." Sihtric rolls his eyes and goes back to his seat. "Good lad." Finan tells him.

"What is your name, Kiddo?" Halig asks. "Oh-Os-Osferth, sir." Osferth replies. "Nice to meet you Osferth. I am called Halig. Let me introduce everyone, since no one else seems to be buggered to be polite to you." He half jokes. "I heard that. I am watering and feeding your sorry arses." Finan replies to Halig as he comes back with Osferth's tea.

Osferth smiles up at Finan. "Thank you." He says softly. Finan smiles back down on him. "I'm Finan, lord of this household." He says warmly. Osferth ears turn bright red. Finan grins at him. He hands Osferth a big mug of fresh mint tea and sends him a wink. "Now you sit tight, I'll get you something to eat, too." The Baker says.

"I believe you have already met Sihtric." Halig then continues. Osferth turns his face to him again. But not a moment later, his eyes trail to Sihtric, who's put his socked feet up on the coffee table. Sihtric grins at him and licks his lips. Osferth rapidly looks away, back to Halig. "Yeah, he is a lot." Halig chuckles. "A lot, that is an apt way of describing him." Uhtred agrees.

Osferth turns to Uhtred. "I think I've seen you around my father's place." He says softly. Uhtred nods and grins. "Head of security. Uhtred Ragnarson." He says. "N-nice to meet you." Osferth stammers. "Nice to meet you too, lad." Uhtred says gently. He gestures to Klappa. "Here we have Klappa, our true muscle." He grins. Klappa lifts his hand and waves. Osferth awkwardly waves back. Halig and Sihtric chuckle.

"We're not many, but we are loyal." Halig tells Osferth. The young lad sends him a wavering smile. "I-it's good to meet you, all." He stammers. His eyes wander to Leofric, who gives him an approving nod. "Welcome to the Band of Bebbanburgh, boy." Finan grins at him too.

#TLK #the last kingdom #modern au: Band of Bebbanburgh #Osferth #Ewan Mitchell #Finan #Sihtric #Leofric #Uhtred #Halig #Klappa #arnas fedaravicius #alexander dreymon #mark rowley

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ladyfenring · 1 year

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Here for Sleepover Saturday!

Marry, Fuck, or Kill:

Aethelred, Alfred, Adhelm

Uhtred, Finan, Sihtric

Stiorra, Brida, Eadith

😊😊😊

oooooh ok ok ok

Fuck: Aldhelm, Sihtric, Brida

Marry: Aethelred, Finan, Eadith

Kill: Alfred, Uhtred, Stiorra

#hehe thank you!

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persephones-journey · 2 years

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Bake Sale

This is for Cherry Pie’s Hot Fic Summer Challenge from @deans-ch-ch-cherrypie. It’s for The Last Kingdom fandom and it’s FinanxOC and a Modern AU.

Tagging as well: @medievalfangirl @emilyhufflepufftlk @lauwrite1225

The OC is Aisling, that I have used before. And there is some swearing and mentions of sex but that’s about it. It’s fluff. So Enjoy

Finan loved being a dad.

He loved being a Girl Dad even more.

He saw his friends, Uhtred and Sihtric with their sons and he saw the bond they had, but he did not mourn not having a son. Where Uhtred and Sihtric had baseball, gameboys, and roughhousing, Finan had soccer, tea parties, and bake sales.

All right, and roughhousing because who was he kidding, his daughters were after all, his.

But it was the bake sales that Finan lived for. He loved to bake and mix the icing and decorate. So much so that Aisling, his beautiful wife, constantly asked him more than once why he was not a pastry chef.

“Because, love, I am very happy being a stay at home Dad to our two precious girls,” he answered as he squatted down and eyed the cupcakes on the counter in front of him. He wanted to make sure that his line was straight, well, as straight as it was going to get.

Aisling patted his head and messed up his hair. “If you say so. Just know, if you ever want to do more, I am willing to pick up the slack.”

Finan turned and smiled at her. He saw that she was dressed for work, even though it was a Saturday, in a pair of skinny jeans and t-shirt with a hoodie. Finan stood and wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

“I don't think Uhtred could lose his best undercover investigator,” he kissed her neck, “and I don't look half as good in a bikini as you do.”

Aisling laughed. She pulled away. “That was one time.”

Finan nodded and smirked. “It was one very memorable time.”

“Daddy! Are the cupcakes done?” Aoife yelled as she ran into the kitchen with her little sister, Caoimhe following behind.

Aisling laughed at their t-shirts; they were matching with Finan's. The t-shirts were grey, with a grizzly bear on the front wearing a red cape while holding a plate with two cupcakes in his paw. On top of the image was written 'cake defender'. Uhtred had gifted them each one for Christmas the year before. So far, Finan and the girls were getting far more use out of their t-shirts than Aisling was hers.

“They are almost done, mo mhilis,” he said. “We just need to add some sprinkles.”

“Can I do it?” Caoimhe asked smiling up at Finan.

Aisling smiled and laughed. “I can see you have everything under control here,” she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. “Tonight, I promise you, I am going want to eat a cupcake,” she started. She leaned in and let her lips brush his ear, “off of your naked body,” she finished.

Finan felt all the blood rush to his cock. He smiled and turned to capture her lips in another kiss. “I have a couple left just for that,” he promised.

Aisling smiled and laughed. She kneeled down and hugged both of their daughters.

“All right, you two be good for Daddy and Uncle Os. And do not eat all the cupcakes, my little cake fiends,” she said.

Finan watched as she pulled away and kissed each girl on the forehead. They hugged her again. She turned to leave but turned back and he pulled her in his arms again. She kissed him deeply gently sucking on his bottom lip and letting her tongue stroke his.

“Remember to remind all those women that you are a taken man,” she said as she pulled away.

Finan smiled. “I will. Be safe,” he told her.

She smiled and nodded. “I always am. I have three very important someones to come back to,” she said.

Finan let her go. He sighed when the door closed behind her. Do not worry about it. Uhtred would never put her in danger. After all, she is his sister. And his favourite, at least according to her. He looked at his two daughters.

“All right, let's get these cupcakes sprinkled and packed up so we can go get Uncle Os,” he said smiling.

“YAY!” they both cheered.

***

Finan parked the SUV at the community hall. Osferth turned and glanced at him. Finan shut the engine off and smiled. Osferth rolled his eyes.

“Please tell me you are not trying to set me up again,” Osferth gestured with his one good arm towards all the women going inside.

Finan placed his hand on his chest. “Would I ever do that?” he asked.

“Yes, Daddy, you definitely would,” Aoife answered from the back seat.

Osferth gestured towards Aoife as she undid her seatbelt and leaned between the two front seats. “See? She knows.”

Finan rolled his eyes. “Come on, baby monk, let's get in there so you can meet your future wife.”

“But what if Uncle Os doesn't want a wife?” Caoimhe asked.

“Thank you, Caoimhe for taking what I want into account,” Osferth said as he struggled to undo his seat belt because of the sling on his arm.

“I just mean, we learned in school that all families are different, so what if Uncle Os doesn't want a lady but a man?”

Finan laughed. He laughed and laughed. And Osferth cursed softly under his breath. “I forgot that these are your children I am dealing with.”

Finan climbed out of the driver's seat. He opened the back door and caught Aoife when she jumped out. Her dark curls bounced as he swung her around and placed her on her feet. He leaned in and undid Caoimhe's seat belt and smiled as she climbed out and opened the passenger door. Her rust hair bounced in the ponytail as she jumped out and took Osferth's good hand.

Finan leaned out and slammed the door. He heard the other doors slam and he walked to the back of the SUV and opened the trunk. He grabbed the containers with the cupcakes. He handed on to Osferth, one to Aoife and one smaller one to Caoimhe. He took the rest that were in a large box. He smiled as Osferth set his container of cupcakes down to pull the trunk down and close it. Finan gestured to his pocket and Aoife reached in and took the keys out and locked the SUV.

“All right, let's get this party started,” he said.

Osferth groaned as the the girls cheered. Finan carried the box and lead them all into the community centre. He smiled when one of the single newly divorced mothers held the door for him. He did not miss how she looked him up and down. Osferth huffed and followed him in.

“He is still very happily married,” Osferth commented as they walked inside.

Aoife laughed. “Some of them don't care, Uncle Os,” she replied.

“None of them care, Aoife,” Caoimhe added.

Finan stopped and looked at his daughters. “I don't care how they look at me,” he told them, “I only have eyes for your mother.”

He laughed as Aoife and Caoimhe both rolled their eyes. Osferth smiled and chuckled.

“Finan! Over here!” Finan heard Eadith yell.

He turned and smiled when he found their table. He turned back and looked at Osferth. “You are going to love Eadith,” he told his friend.

Osferth sighed. “Really?” he demanded.

“Eadith is nice, Uncle Os,” Aoife said.

Osferth hummed. “Hmmm,” he said.

Finan started walking again and walked towards the table. He set the cupcakes down. He smiled when he saw Alfwynn, Aethelflaed's daughter there. She was friends with his girls and it helped that Aethelflaed was Osferth's half sister.

“Uncle Os!” Alfwynn said. “I am glad you came!” she said as she ran over and hugged him.

Finan smiled at Eadith as she helped unload the box. He smirked at her when he noticed that she kept eyeing Osferth. He walked around the table and bumped shoulders with her.

“Like what you see?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

She blushed and smacked him. “Never mind, help me set these out,” she said.

“Uh huh,” he said.

“Finan, stop it. I am perfectly happy being a nanny for Aethelflaed. I am happy looking after Alfwynn and Athelstan.”

“Speaking of the little wee man, where is he?” he asked. He leaned in and smirked at her. “Or did you lose him again?”

Eadith elbowed him in the gut. He laughed. He looked over and saw Osferth glancing over and looking at Eadith.

Yes, I am the champion of set ups. Take that Uhtred. I win.

***

Finan waved at the last divorced mother as she carried off the last of his cupcakes. He saw her pause at the door to pull her keys out and eye him. He smiled and she smiled back. Unfortunately for her, he was smiling at the redhead that was walking into the community centre. Finan walked around the table and smirked as Aisling walked right over to him.

“Sir, I am here for your cupcakes,” she said as she pushed her mirrored sunglasses on her head.

Finan crossed his arms on his chest and saw a few of the women gathering by the doors watching. After all, Aisling being there was a rare sight indeed. He was pretty sure all them thought he was lying when he said he was married; and happily at that.

“I'm sorry ma'am, but we are all sold out,” he answered.

Aisling sighed. She shrugged and Finan really liked the way her grey t-shirt hugged her every curve and how her jeans hugged her hips. She stepped closer to him. “Guess I will just have to settle for a kiss than,” she said, her voice getting a tad louder and echoing in the centre.

“I don't think my wife would like that,” Finan answered.

Aisling shrugged. “I am sure her and I can work something out.”

Finan nodded. Aisling walked forward and wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. He kissed her back and held her body against his. He smiled against her lips as he heard a gasp come from the crowd of women watching. Aisling smiled as well and nipped his bottom lip.

“Have I scandalized the Devoted Finan Divorced Wives Club?” she asked as she sucked on his bottom lip and let her tongue stroke his.

Finan hummed. “Oh most definitely,” he answered as he grabbed her ass and squeezed both cheeks. “But I don't give a damn.”

Aisling laughed. She pulled away from the kiss and looked around. She frowned. “Where are our daughters?” she asked.

“With Osferth and Eadith,” he smirked. “They are getting along.”

Aisling rolled her eyes. “You are enjoying setting them up much too much,” she said.

Finan leaned in and gave her another peck. He looked up and saw the women still watching. He pulled away. “She's my wife!” he called out.

Aisling turned and waved. She wrapped her arm around his waist and leaned against him. “Can't have them thinking I wasn't real, now can I?” she asked as she turned and looked up at him.

He smiled down at her. “I keep telling you, these bake sales are great places.”

Aisling smirked. “Wherever you are is a great place,” she answered.

Finan smiled. He leaned down and kissed her again. She wrapped her arms around him and held him close.

I think I need to sign up for even more bake sales.

#cherry pie’s hot fic summer #the last kingdom #the last kingdom fic #@deans-ch-ch-cherrypie

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itbmojojoejo · 1 year

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Teeny sneak peek at part 3 for Crimes of Passion below the cut if you want it :)

I don't have a set schedule for posting this chapter as it is not complete and still has a wee way to go, I've been unable to do any writing since sunday but I am back on it today xo

“We should go.” Sihtric whispered softly pressing his lips gently to the shell of her ear and untangled himself leaving Runa led alone in the bed.

Sitting up with a satisfying ache in her body she watched the tiny dust particles rise shimmering through the stream of light like stardust before settling back down onto the bedsheets, her mind felt eerily empty going through the motions of dressing and washing the ruined make up off her face relying on her muscle memory to complete the tasks.

Shifting uncomfortably in her peplum outfit tightening the rushed bow in her hair holding together the crumpled messy curls Sihtric stood by the door holding their bags and immediately took her hand into his as they left guiding her through the hallways keeping her close in the elevator. He didn’t release his hold on her until they reached the passenger side door of his car, his thumb tapping off her skin before slipping away, the unwanted ache of instantly missing his touch hitting her again.

“I can han-“ She started to speak but Sihtric was out of the car and opening her door before she could even get her words out, she frowned slightly climbing out of her seat feeling as though he wanted to be rid of her quickly with as little conversation as possible.

#the last kingdom fanfic #sihtric x oc #finan x oc #runa talk

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lauwrite1225 · 3 years

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Somebody to die for.

Finan x OC; The Old Guard inspired Alternative Universe

Summary : Victoria’s life is rather simple until she has a car accident from which she ends up miraculously unscathed. A series of weird events animates her daily life, everything seemingly bringing her to a strange man. Until this very man knocks at her door.

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A/N : Happy Sihtric Saturday, and a Sihtric moodboard to go with it! I am so sorry i disappeared from Tumblr! I posted on Ao3 the chapter and totally forgot to do it here and then kept pushing back the moment because of work... Sorry again and here is the chapter!

Warnings : death, blood, violence... A lot of ugly things lmaoo

Chapter 12 : I'll find you here inside the dark

The sound of the rain falling on the car’s roof makes Vicky grow impatient. They are parked in front of the building serving as the foundation headquarters in Munich for thirty minutes now, waiting for one of the employees she has drawn to potentially come out of it. Victoria is pretty sure that they aren’t keeping Finan here, nor doing all their experiments she has been seeing through Sihtric’s memories, giving her shivers, but somewhere more isolated. But obviously she wasn’t able to locate the place with Sophie and so they turned to a more lopsided plan: following one of the employees who would hopefully get there.

“We’re going to spend the night here.” She sighs, sinking in the backseat.

“It’s not even midday.” Osferth replies, staring at her in the rearview mirror.

“With that shitty weather it feels like it.” She childishly replies, her only way to fight her frustration.

For three days she has been seeing Finan in her dreams weak and tortured. She knows Sihtric is using him to make her come by herself and Finan pretends to hold on not wanting to alert her. It makes her heart squeeze to see that he is protecting her despite his own suffering. It reminds her of his promise and how he truly meant it.

“Là!” Sophie suddenly says, pointing at a man with a long coat and brown curls. “It’s one the scientists, no?”

Vicky narrows her eyes and leans forward, her hand gripping the passenger seat. “It does look like him.” She confirms, her gaze following him as he stops next to a car.

“Then we follow him.” Osferth declared, starting the car once the man had driven away.

Vicky sits back correctly in her seat, heaving a sigh of relief. If they want to be sure to take them by surprise, they have to find out where they are before the end of the day and not give Sihtric the chance to possibly know where they are. The whole drive, Vicky kept her eyes covered to not give the Dane any clue of where they were.

Osferth keeps a good distance between them and the man’s car to not be noticed. Though, when they are out of the city, the monk fears that they start to be too obvious, so when the man turns at a crossing, Osferth drives straight and they use Sophie’s phone to search what Vicky could describe as a mansion in the area. When they find what looks like one, the monk parks the car at a reasonable distance and they get out of it. He opens the trunk and unzips a bag in which they have hidden guns. Osferth hands her the one Finan has kept from the attack in London. She observes the weapon between her hands. She has never used one like this before, only the old rifle, and she is now wondering if she’ll be able to use it. But most of all, will she be able to kill someone if she has to?

“Vicky?” Osferth's voice brings her back to reality as he is now handing her a magazine for her Colt. “It's just in case, you won't have to use it if it goes as planned.”

She takes it and puts it in her pocket. “But you will?” She asks him.

Osferth hesitates, his fingers tightening around his own revolver. He doesn't have to speak for her to understand that it doesn't please him more than her to have blood on his hands, but they have to. He shakes his head, instructs Sophie to wait here in the car and to not hesitate to leave if things go wrong. She reluctantly accepts his last demand before pulling him down in a kiss.

“Fais attention.” She whispers to him. (Be careful)

He smiles at her. “Promis.” (Promised)

Then she turns around to take Vicky in her arms. “You too, be careful.”

Victoria nods the most confidently she could, but her hands are shaking. Sophie waves them goodbye as they start to walk away in the forest. Osferth is silent beside her and she can almost hear her heart beating hard, her guts twisting in her stomach. She's about to do the bravest, or maybe craziest, thing she has done in her entire life, something she has only seen in movies until now. And if in theaters it generally are the good guys that win at the end, she doubts reality to be so kind.

After several minutes walking between the trees, they finally perceive the mansion. They crouch behind a bush at the end of the forest to observe the area. The building is huge, three floors and a basement Vicky remembers from her dreams, where Finan should be.

“First we free Finan.” Osferth says, making Vicky look at him. “Then, Sihtric. With luck he'll find us first.”

“Alright, but how do we get in?”

“By force.” He answers staring back at the building.

“Alright.” She says after a heartbeat, they are so close now.

“Let's go then.”

Osferth stands up and walks toward the mansion, Vicky close behind him. They cross no one until they step in the hall, the man they have followed to come here. He stares at them with wide eyes, about to ask them what they are doing here but Osferth pulls out his gun. The man drops his pile of documents to raise his hands in sign of peace.

“Bringen Sie uns zu Ihrem Gefangenen und wir werden Ihnen nicht wehtun.” Osferth explains to him, turning the barrel of his gun peacefully. (Take us to your prisoner and we won't hurt you)

Vicky looks everywhere at once, scared that someone else arrives while the man hesitates. But he finally agrees and Osferth kindly smiles at him when he takes the lead toward the basement. He hides his gun in the inner pocket of his coat but stays close behind their now hostage. They take a long corridor, Vicky's breath becoming more and more erratic at each step. This plan can fail in a thousand different ways and she seems to keep discovering a new one the closer they are from their goal. Feeling her anxiety, her friend briefly glances at her.

“Everything will be fine.” He reassures while the man struggles with his keys.

“Sie werden Sie erwischen.” He stammers, looking at them however with more confidence. “Es sind überall Kameras, jemand wird es schnell genug bemerken.” (You're going to be caught. // There are cameras everywhere, someone will know soon enough.)

“Machen Sie sich um uns keine Sorgen.” Osferth replies but the German keeps staring at him, this time more defiant. (Don't worry for us)

He suddenly turns around and raises his fist wrapped around the carabiner to try to hit Osferth in the face. Vicky doesn't have the time to warn the monk that he has already moved aside grabbing his wrist and pushing him against a wall. She closes her eyes when she notices that the monk pulls out his gun and jumps at the shooting sound resounding. Her heart beats even faster in her chest and she dares not opening her eyes.

“He isn't dead, Victoria.” Osferth says after she hears him taking the keys from the man. She opens her eyelids and he is handing her the rattling of keys. From the corner of her vision she perceives the man, bleeding out but still bleeding as he lays unconscious. “You go downstairs to fetch Finan. I stay here to cover you.”

“I thought you were fetching Sihtric?” She frowns at him, taking the keys.

He briefly looks to the other side of the corridor. “The sound will have alerted others, it's better to keep the way clear. And Sihtric might stand with them.”

Vicky takes a deep breath and nods before opening the door, calming the shake of her hands. She turns for one last approving sign of her friend before climbing down the stairs appearing behind the door. She runs, careful not to stumble and fall, but she can't prevent the want for everything to be over. When she reaches the end of the stairs, she hears footsteps approaching and when two armed men appear right in front of her, she's paralyzed. They bark something in German at her and as she doesn't answer, they point their guns at her. The one on the left shoots her in the middle without more hesitation. The strength with which the bullet hits her makes her stumble and fall back, gasping for air and of surprise.

She feels the panic running in her veins, the pain growing in her stomach as the men approach her. But slowly, the ache eases and she calms down, searching for a way to get away from this situation. She remembers how Finan killed the men in her flat and decides that it might be her best solution. She slows her breath and closes her eyes, pretending to be unconscious. One of the men kneels at her side and starts to go through the pockets of her jacket while the other speaks something in a walkie-talkie. Victoria tightens her grip on the carabiner and then throws her fist in the man's jaw.

The shock of pain knocks him and he falls next to her. She sits up, wincing at the still sharp pain in her stomach and meets the other's wide eyes. He shouts at her and before he can shoot her again she grabs her Colt. Without thinking, not even taking the time to aim, she pulls the trigger and hits the man in the thigh. She watches the man fall to his knees, crying out in pain, not realizing what she just did.

She shakes her head and leans over the knocked man to take the keys hanging on his belt. She then stands back on her feet, following the path Sihtric did in her dreams until she finally recognizes Finan's cell's door. She heaves a relieved sigh and unlocks the cell before pulling the door open. Her breath runs short when she finds Finan sitting in a dark corner, his head falling forward.

“Finan?” She calls him as she steps carefully towards him.

He doesn't react, even when she kneels in front of him. She studies him briefly, his clothes are dirty and torn in parts, his hair is messy and his beard has grown out of control. She slides her hands behind his ears, her thumbs grazing over his cheeks, to lift his head.

“Finan, come on, wake up.” She says as he still doesn’t react. She nervously looks behind her shoulder, fearing that men could arrive. She shakes his shoulder with one hand but nothing again. “Come on, we have to leave.” She urges him before resting her forehead against his, feeling his slow and difficult breath on her face. “Please, I need you.” She begs him.

She looks up to the ceiling when she hears agitation upstairs. She swears, realizing they have no more time. She gives up the kind way and decides to wake him up, so she slaps him across the face.

“Wake up!” She shouts at him, her voice startling him along with the blow.

Finan opens his eyes abruptly, gasping for air and raising his hands to push her away instinctively but she moves faster than him and grabs his wrists. He stares at her in the dark, narrowing his eyes until he succeeds to recognize her.

“Vicky?” He whispers, his voice hoarse.

She smiles tenderly at him, brushing back the hair falling over his forehead. “It’s me.”

He huffs, though it sounds more like a sob as he leans forward to bury his face in her neck. She holds him tight, enjoying their reunion despite the urgency of the moment. Feeling his weight in her arms, even if his state is still worrying her, warms her heart with relief.

“We have to go.” She says, moving away but keeping her hands on his shoulder. “Can you stand?”

When Finan nods she stands up and stretches her hand to help him, though he still has to lean against the wall to succeed. His legs shake a little but he gives her a lopsided smile as if everything is fine. It isn’t, but Vicky knows they don’t have another choice anyway. She grabs his hand to wrap his arm around her shoulders while her own encircles his waist. They slowly walk out of the cell, Finan’s body heavier against hers at each pace. When they reach the stairs, she notices how his gaze hovers over the two unconscious men before falling on her. She pinches her lips, not proud of it but it was necessary.

“Osferth waits for us upstairs. He covers us.” She explains to him before they start to climb the stairs.

When they finally are on the first floor, the fight’s noises have faded and only a few unconscious or dead men lay on the ground. She bites her lips nervously, not seeing Osferth. He might have left to find Sihtric after all so she doesn’t sink in more worry and keeps walking, careful to avoid the bodies on the floor. When they reach the end of the corridor, the monk appears in front of them, breathless and covered with blood.

“Oh Christ.” He whispers when he studies Finan still held by Vicky.

He moves to take her place which she gratefully gives him. “You haven’t found Sihtric?”

“I did, but he lost me.” He admits.

“But I have to meet him!” She protests, raising her hands annoyingly.

“I know.” Osferth affirms to try to calm her. “But we have to leave before reinforcements arrive.”

Victoria grips her hair nervously, hesitating between following Osferth’s command or running on her own after Sihtric. But Sihtric is a warrior as good as her two friends and she’s far from overcoming them even in training. If the Dane captures her, all of this would have been for nothing. She sighs and reluctantly accepts to leave. She takes the lead of their escape, her Colt lifted at eye level, ready to shoot whoever would present themselves. There’s a heavy silence in the mansion as they head to the front door and the same expending on the outside. It doesn’t reassure Vicky who keeps looking around until they are in the forest. When they are far away, they allow themselves a break, especially for the Irishman. He leaves Osferth’s side to lean against a tree, his fingers curling on the bark as he throws up the little content of his stomach, exhausted by the effort. Vicky comes to rub his back kindly while he takes back his breath and composure, chewing her inner cheek in worry.

“Sophie is waiting for us in the car, it’s not far.”

“Alright.” He mutters, straightening his back. The concerned look that they both give him doesn’t go unnoticed to Finan. “I’ll be fine.” He assures them, waving a hand.

Vicky and Osferth don’t object, even if they doubt the truthfulness of Finan’s affirmation, they don’t have any other choice than continue to walk. It obviously takes them much more time to join the car, both of them supporting the Irishman and it’s a real relief when they finally see the car with Sophie waiting outside. She immediately runs to them to check if they are all fine.

“Bordel, are you all alright?” She asks them, her eyes however lingering on the man between them, grimacing slightly.

Osferth grabs her arm tenderly, his thumb rubbing the fabric of her jacket. “We are, but the further we are from here, the better it will be.”

She nods and they all take place in the car, taking back the road quickly. All the pressure on Vicky’s shoulders seem to disappear as she stares at the landscape outside, leaving her totally drained of energy. She briefly thinks of the two men she fought in the basement, her guts squeezing at the idea that they could be dead by now, because of her, but the thought fades as soon as she turns her head to Finan. He has already fallen back to sleep his cheek pressed against the window. She knows they are still in danger as she failed to meet Sihtric, but right now she can’t help but feel like nothing more can happen to them.

Tag : @for-bebbanburg @osferth @maggiescarborough @finansarms @dumbledoreisnotmyhubby @solinarimoon

#somebody to die for #finan #finan x oc #the old guard #the last kingdom #fanfiction #finan the agile

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