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Worship and desire

Osferth x Fem!reader

Summary: You and Osferth have been in a secret relationship for some time. After a long day of traveling, Uhtred’s crew settle down in a secluded forest for the night. When the men fall asleep, you pull your lover away for some…quality time.

Warnings: NSFW. Cock worship. P in V sex. Outdoor sex. Praise kink. Blowjob. Mentions of religion. Lowkey subspace.

Authors note: Just a silly little thought that’s been on my mind. Enjoy ❤️

“Where are we going, my love?” Osferth whispered as you drug him deeper into the forest. You didn’t answer and continued to guided him through the trees until you were far enough away from the sleeping men.

You softly pushed him against a nearby tree, pressing yourself against him. Your gaze was full of lust and desire. You wanted him. You smiled up at the man, finally getting a moment of alone time with him after so long.

“Hi.” You said, your breath fanning onto his lips because you were so close to him. He laughed, “Hi.” He replied as he pulled you closer by your waist. Your arms slung around his neck and you pulled him into a fierce kiss.

Your lips moved together. All of your emotions pouring out into it, your bodies connecting as one. The kiss was hot and wet and messy, just how you liked it. “I’ve missed you..” you mumbled against his lips, which made him smirk against yours.

“I missed you too, my sweet lady.” He said into the kiss. Your hands were all over him, as were his. You both had gone so long without touching each other, you were burning in desire. “Osferth..” you whined as you pulled away from him and stared up at him with lusty eyes.

“Yes, my love?” He asked, your hands held his face and caressed his cheeks. “I need you..” you said as your hands trailed down his chest and your head dipped into his neck, nipping at his soft skin. His breath shuttered at your words, making you let out a little giggle at his nervousness.

No matter how many times he had laid with you, he was still so shy. Your sweet little monk.

You felt his cock harden in his trousers. You knelt down on your knees in front of him, your eyes never leaving his. Your actions made his own eyes go wide because he knew exactly what was about to happen.

You yanked down his trousers to pull out his semi-hard cock. “We’re doing this here? Right now?” He asked with a ‘are you crazy?’ Look on his adorable face. You only nodded your head with that crazed look in your eye.

You pumped his cock in your warm hand, making him throw his head back in pleasure. “Look at me, sweet boy.” You demanded with a soft voice. His gaze fixed back onto you. As you stared into his eyes, you licked the tip of his cock. The salty taste of his pre-cum made you close your eyes and groan, as did he at the feeling.

You began to kiss along his length, savoring the feeling of it against your soft lips. “Such a pretty cock, baby..” you mumbled, licking up his cock and kissing the tip. He gaped at you with a look as if he were in love with you. He was in love with you.

“I love it so much..” you sucked on the tip, licking up all the pre-cum that leaked from it. You moaned and whined as you sucked his cock, the feeling of it in your mouth made you all needy and whiny. Your undergarments were practically soaked in your own arousal. “I love you so much..” you said as you ran a finger down a vein.

“I love you too!” He breathed out. He was whimpering and groaning as you bobbed your head on his cock, stumbling on his words as he spoke, “just…just l-like that.”

You took your mouth off him and began stroking him again, your eyes were pleasing with him, a pout plastered on your messy and wet lips. You looked angelic, like the most perfect being that ever walked this earth. He thought he had died and gone to the heavens when he was blessed with your presence. You were truly a gift from God.

“It’s so perfect..” you said as you gazed at the tip of his cock, watching a bead of cum drip down the side of his cock, which you quickly licked up. “You’re so perfect, Osferth.” You gleamed as your eyes fixed onto him, looking fucked out as can be.

“N-No, my love. That’s you..” he stuttered. A soft smile came from his panting lips. You giggled as you shook your head, disagreeing with him.

“Please, I need your cunt..” he begged for you. His begging ignited something inside you. You quickly nodded at his pleads, giving his cock one more kiss before standing up.

He pressed you against the tree and bent you over. Osferth hiked up your dress and stopped at the sight of the growing wet spot on your cotton panties. His fingers reached for the spot, the tips of them rubbing against the cotton, making you moan out.

“Please, Osferth..” now you were the one begging. His hand yanked your panties to the side and grabbed his cock, running the tip over your dripping slit. He pressed himself into you, the first thrust making you both moan in pleasure.

He started at a slow pace, like he was making love to you. You often adored when he treated you with such kindness and devotion but you wanted to be fuck tonight.

“Os, baby? I need you to fuck me. Hard.” You said with an urgent tone. He nodded his head, fulfilling your need as swiftly as he could. His once soft thrusts turned into hard and deep ones.

He continuously hit that one spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars. Your moans grew louder and echoed into the darkness of the night. “Fuck! Right there, sweet boy. Keep fucking me like that!”

He fed on your praises and savored the feeling of your wet and warm cunt as he fucked it as if we’re a toy. “Lord-“ he groaned out, his cock throbbing inside of you as you clenched down onto him.

A smile was painting on your fucked out face as he slammed his hips onto yours, your ass jiggling at the motion. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he gave you a particularly hard thrust, almost hitting your cervix.

“Your cock is so good, Osferth! You fuck me so well!” You moaned as you gripped onto the tree in front of you. You felt your arousal drip down your thighs and the wet sounds of your cunt mixed with his groans only added to the pleasure you were feeling.

“Holy-, don’t talk like that, my love. I’ll finished too quick.” He breathed out as he held your hips hard, he was definitely going to leave bruises with his death grip on them.

“I’m so close! I want you to finish with me..” you gasped. The two of you were so near the edge of your peaks, so close to finishing together. His cock was throbbing inside of you and you were clenching onto him like you life depended on it.

“-‘m cumming!” You barely managed to shout out, your cunt spasmed onto him and your legs began to shake. Osferth fucked you through your orgasam as he chased his own, groaning at the feeling of your mixed arousal dripping down his balls.

“Fuck!” He quickly slipped out of you, jerking himself off onto your back, His spend shooting out onto your ass and back.

You both panted as you caught your breaths from the intense sensations. You shook as he took a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaned you both up. He leaned you up to press a delicate kiss on your cheek and held you close to him by the waist. He moved your cotton panties back in place and fixed your dress.

“I love you, my beautiful lady.” He whispered into your eyes, pressing his lips anywhere he could reach. “I love you too, sweet boy.” You said as you leaned your head back and rested against his shoulder, savoring the moment together.

• • •

You had finally woken up and walked out of your shared tent to see the men huddled around the fire and eating some breakfast.

“Oh! Look who finally decided to wake up!” Uhtred laughed, which made you roll your eyes and sitting down next to him as you hit him in the arm. “She needed her beauty sleep after the…rough night she had last night. Baby monk here really did a number on her if you didn’t hear it last night!” Finan laughed as he shook Osferth who was beside him.

Your eyes went wide and Osferth went red. They had heard you. You were sure you went far enough so they didn’t.

“I think we all heard it..” Sihtric sighed.

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przeorysza · 27 days

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Uhtred + text posts

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icarusignite · 1 year

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Hey Author, I wanted to ask if you could maybe write a story about ! Sihtric x reader! Could you perhaps write something where the reader is the younger sister of Ragnar, Uhtred and Thyra. In sihtric's age.

Maybe she could have met him in the forest when the two were children and became best friends from that day on. Nobody knew about it because the families are no longer good. Years later, when Kjartan kills the parents of the reader and Uhtred. the reader goes with him and Brida. She is younger than Uhtred and brida maybe Uhtred could teach his little sister to fight and she will be a shieldmaid maybe even the best!!!

When sihtric joins uhtred, the reader is very happy. Sihtric loves the reader, but thinks she would never want anything from him, so he marries his wife from the series

The relationship between the reader and sihtric becomes very bad due to the married

The reader is angry because she doesn't like his wife, she’s jealous and she is very hurt. And she makes him feel her anger!!! Maybe we could have a little fight with his wife, that would be cool.

At some point I don't know how they could confess their feelings for each other.

I love drama in story’s like that. I hope you like it too and it gave you ideas to write it. Maybe you could say if you write it.

Thank you, your reader 🫶❤️

#drama #brokenheart #anger #bestfriends #love

I am so jealous that she is his wife. I just don't like her😑

I have to put my cell phone away, otherwise it will be broken later

I wrote a similar request to another author, but I thought I could also ask another one, hope it doesn't bother you! 🫶

Heyyy finally got this done. It is longer than I expected lol cuz I wanted to give them a shared background story lol. I tried to add all the requested components but his wife just isn't his wife yet so he was planning to marry her but then ofc he changes his mind after the reader rages at him. I love angry confessions lol.

Cheers, hope you enjoy the story 🫶

Word Count: 4.8k | AO3

In the heart of the forest, the sun shone through the canopy of leaves and the birds sang a merry tune. A group of children ran through the underbrush, their laughter echoing through the trees.

"I saw a wolf, Uhtred, I saw it, it had sharp teeth and yellow eyes!" Brida shouted excitedly, brandishing the branch she held in her hand as a pretend sword.

"Brida, Uhtred, don't let them get to me," Thyra shouted from the platform the children had built in the trees. "And protect my little sister!"

"I am a warrior like Father and Young Ragnar. I don't need Uhtred to protect me!" you shouted back at Thyra, who only rolled her eyes at your childish antics.

"Father and Young Ragnar are much bigger than you, you cannot possibly be like them!" Uhtred laughed.

You crossed your arms and glared at him until he raised his hands placatingly.

"Now then, what shall we do about the wolf?" you grinned. "I say we skin him and gift his pelt to the lady of the hall."

Your hair whipped around your face as you fought your imaginary foes, eyes bright with determination and a fierce sense of bravery. You took careful steps, your feet moving in sync with your makeshift sword, as you circled around the supposed wolves who were coming for your sister. Suddenly you heard the sound of branches snapping and twigs crunching underfoot, signalling the approach of another person to your little corner of the forest. You instinctively raised your branch in front of you, ready to defend yourself and your friends against any potential enemies.

"Did you see that?" Uhtred's voice wavered and everyone's necks turned in the direction the noise originated from.

A figure stepped out from behind the trees, making Uhtred and Brida freeze.

"Uhtred?" Thyra's panicked voice came from her spot in the trees. "What is happening?"

"Stay up there!" he warned, grabbing your hand along with Brida's and pulling back a few steps.

"It's Sven, Kjartan's son," Brida breathed.

"Sven?" Thyra's voice shook.

"He won't hurt you," Uhtred reassured.

You pushed Brida and Uhtred forward, "But he'll kill you, so go!"

"What, we're not leaving you!"

"And I will not leave my sister. Just go, please."

Several other young boys, Sven's friends presumably, tore out of their hiding places, giving chase to Brida and Uhtred as they sprinted away. One of the larger boys made his way toward the tree Thyra was in. You ran after him, hoping to get to him before he reached your sister. You tackled him to the ground but he easily threw you off to the side before going to haul Thyra out of her hiding spot and toward Sven.

"Don't touch her. Don't you dare touch her!" you shouted, and another boy grabbed you by the hair and yanked your head upward.

"Shut your yapping mouth or you'll be next bitch," he murmured into your ear.

Thyra whimpered as Sven cornered her against a tree, sword in hand.

"Uhtred! Uhtred!" she wailed and it made your heart race.

You knew Sven was going to do something to her, you could see it in the smirk he sent your way just before he reached forward and ripped the top half of Thyra's dress off her shoulders. A broken sob escaped her mouth and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to make herself small. The sight set your nerves on fire. With an animalistic screech, you headbutted the boy who was holding on to you. When you slammed your head against his nose, you heard a satisfying crunch and he howled in pain as blood gushed down his face. You gave another holler before you ran and threw your entire weight onto Sven, forcing him away from your sister and managing to knock him onto the ground. You watched out of the corner of your eye as Thyra fled the scene, screaming for Uhtred and Brida to come to your aid. One of Sven's friends pulled your small frame off him easily, and dragged you deeper into the forest, pinning you against a tree with his arm across your neck, suffocating you. You twisted in his hold and kicked him between the legs, making him drop you so that you could crawl away. Sven was right there though, and he grabbed your jaw, turning your head so that your eyes met his. He was several years older than you and now you were frightened.

"Hmm, you're not as pretty as your sister, but I suppose you'll do," he snickered.

You closed your teeth around his arm, biting down until you tasted blood. He swore and when he went to pull you off, you drew back to punch him. And then you were raining blows down frantically upon him before he had a chance to get up. His hand scrambled around for his sword and brought it up in a deadly arc across your face. You flinched at the burning sting and he used it to his advantage in order to throw you off him. He stood there frozen for a moment, just watching your crouching form on the floor, your hand pressed tightly to your cheek as you took in deep shuddering breaths and blood seeped from between your fingers. Perhaps he then remembered who your father was because he turned and ran, his cruel friends following close behind.

"Are you...are you alright?" came a timid voice after a while, and it made you jump.

"Who-Who's there?"

You blinked through teary eyes to spot a young boy around your age step forward from behind a nearby tree. He looked at you with concern, his eyes taking in your injury.

"Are you okay?" he asked again softly.

You shook your head, fresh tears streaming down your face. You were terrified, hurt, and you couldn't quite remember the way home so you were also lost.

The little boy took a step closer, his eyes reassuring, "Don't worry, I'll help you."

You cringed away from him, "Who are you."

"I am Sihtric. I won't hurt you."

"Can you help me find my way back home, I don't remember the way," you whimpered.

Sihtric took your hand and started to lead you out of the forest. You clung to his hand tightly as he led you through the forest. You were still scared, but somehow his presence brought you a sense of comfort and safety. As you emerged from the dense cluster of trees, you could see your home in the distance. Your heart leaped with relief, and you began to quicken your pace, Sihtric keeping pace with you, never once letting go of your hand. As you drew closer, you saw both your parents standing at the door looking out anxiously. When your mother caught sight of you, her eyes lit up and she rushed towards you, scooping you up into her arms. You winced, your left hand still pressed up against your face. She let out a gasp and carefully pried your hand away, and showed the angry red line, that ran from your cheekbone to your chin, to your father. Earl Ragnar swore loudly before taking up his sword and leaving the house in a fury to confront Kjartan and his son, already having been told the story of what happened by the other children.

"Is-is Thyra okay?" you whispered to your mother, making her smile affectionately.

"Oh my darling girl, look at the state of you, and you're still worried for your older sister. Thyra is perfectly fine, she just had a bit of a fright, now let's get you inside and cleaned up hmm?"

Sihtric lingered outside your door, uncertain of what to do. Your mother noticed him standing there and approached him, still clutching you in her arms.

"Thank you for bringing my daughter home," she said, her voice kind. "You're a very brave young boy."

Sihtric just shrugged, looking a little embarrassed, "It was nothing, I'm just glad she's okay."

As he turned to leave, you grabbed his hand.

"Wait," you said. "Will I see you again?"

"If you like...?" he gazed up at your mother in hesitation.

Your mother nodded, her lips turning upward, "You are welcome here anytime."

You grinned shyly, the memory of your adventure already fading into the background, "We can explore the forest together then, just like real warriors."

With a wave goodbye, Sihtric turned and disappeared back into the woods, leaving you with a newfound sense of wonder and the excitement that comes with making a new friend. From that day forward, Sihtric became one of your closest companions, spending endless afternoons exploring the forest and getting into all sorts of adventures. You always looked out for each other, and the bond you forged that day in the woods never wavered. Even though his father had been banished by yours, he continued to find ways to meet with you in the forest, a place where he didn't have to be Sihtric Kjartansson, a bastard child of Kjartan the Cruel. He was just Sihtric, your friend, and perhaps more, judging by the lingering glances you both often exchanged.

This continued up until that fateful day when your entire world was burnt to the ground. You had lost everyone, your parents, your grandfather, and your beloved sister. Your older brother Ragnar the Younger had been away and you felt yourself all alone in the world, that is until Uhtred and Brida took you in. Uhtred felt a strong sense of responsibility for you, being one of the last surviving members of the family that had so lovingly raised him. He had been unable to save Thyra from being taken but he swore to himself that he'd never let harm come to you.

As the years went by, your childhood wish came true. You had indeed become a fierce warrior, and Uhtred made sure that you knew how to protect yourself and others. You fought in the Battle of Edington against Skorpa and made a reputation for yourself, but the young boy with whom you had spent your childhood days remained a fond memory you found yourself often reminiscing.

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It was in King Guthred's camp in Cumberland where Sihtric finally found you again. He had been sent there to infiltrate the camp and abduct Uhred but when his band of spies attacked, you were the first one there to save your brother, along with Hild, Halig, and Clapa. He had recognized you immediately, the fierce young woman with sharp piercing eyes reminded him of the little girl in the forest whom his half-brother had maimed. However, when you first saw him, you had only looked at him with disdain. He was just another miscreant to you, sent to harm your brother, and you could not imagine him as your childhood companion. He felt his heart sink at that, at the malice in your eyes, at the fact that you did not seem to remember him at all.

Once he had sworn his allegiance to Uhtred, he made his way to the great hall, where you sat conversing with Gisela. He wanted to talk to you, to hear you speak. Gisela caught sight of his yearning gaze on you and gave him a knowing look. She excused herself and left you sitting there all alone, giving Sihtric an opportunity to take her spot. He settled himself beside you, taking a moment to map out the planes of your face. He had waited years for this moment, to see you again, but now that it was happening, he was unsure how to proceed.

You looked at him and raised an unimpressed eyebrow, "I hear that you will fight for Uhtred now?"

Sihtric nodded.

"You better not betray him, or I'll stick a knife in your throat while you sleep."

A laugh burst out of him and he looked at you with soft eyes, "You are exactly as I remembered."

"Am I now?"

"Do you not remember me?"

You sighed, "Of course, I remember you. How could I ever forget?"

"Well the way you were looking at me like you wanted to take my head off, certainly didn't feel like you remembered me."

"You know you did try to hurt my brother."

"Right...I'm sorry for that by the way. You have my word, I will never betray him."

You twirled your dagger between deft fingers, "I'll hold you to that."

Sihtric laughed again, "Gods, I've missed you."

Your heart skipped a beat. You had always felt something for him but never dared to act on it.

"You did?" you asked, surprised.

He nodded, "I thought about you all the time, wondering where you were and what you were doing. If you were well. And then I heard the stories, of your brother's victories, and they always spoke of his brave sister who fought beside him."

You felt your heart swell with happiness. For the rest of the day, you and Sihtric continued to converse, your exchanges growing more relaxed as you fell back into the familiar comfort of knowing each other. You both shared stories of what you had been doing since you last saw each other.

Sihtric hesitated for a moment, then gathered up his courage to ask you the question that had been weighing on his mind ever since you had been separated, "Are you perhaps with someone now?"

"Why, are you asking because you're interested?" you gave him a playful smirk.

Sihtric's cheeks flushed red as he stumbled over his words, "I... well... I mean... that is to say..."

"Relax, I'm just messing with you. And gods no, me with someone? What an absurd idea. Although... I might be open to offers."

You winked at him.

His eyes widened in surprise and he cleared his throat nervously, "I, uh, I wasn't... I didn't mean..."

"My brother does enough of that for the both of us. Someone's gotta stay sensible and keep him out of trouble, especially since Brida isn't here to do it anymore."

You chuckled at his discomfort and reached out to touch his arm.

Relief washed over him, and he smiled shyly, "That's good to hear."

You shoved his shoulder, "Good to hear? I am glad my lack of companions brings you such joy Sihtric."

"That is not what I meant and you know it."

"Oh really, so what did you mean then?"

You bat your eyelashes playfully and he rolls his eyes.

"You haven't changed one bit."

"Perfection doesn't need to change Sihtric."

"Oh very funny."

What he didn't say out loud was that you were indeed perfect. To him at least. He had spent the past few years of his life missing you and he couldn't bear the thought of losing you again. He kept his admiration to himself as he listened to you speak, feeling a deep yearning in his chest. He wanted nothing more than to tell you how he felt, to take you in his arms and never let go. But he was afraid. Afraid of ruining the friendship he had just rekindled. Afraid of the disappointment he would feel if you rejected him. He wondered if you knew how he felt. Did you have any idea of the effect you had on him? He doubted it. After all, you had been children when you had last seen each other. Maybe you had moved on and found someone else. Maybe you didn't even remember him the way he remembered you.

As the next three years went by, you fell into an easy routine with Sihtric. He was part of Uhtred's inner circle and you were his beloved sister so the two of you were seldom separated. Your teasing banter and friendly competition entertained everyone in the group and soon they were all making bets regarding which one of you would be bold enough to confess to the other. The feelings you two had for one another were obvious to everyone, everyone except you and Sihtric it seemed. Even your brother often sent teasing smiles your way when he paired you with Sihtric for tasks. Perhaps this was why the entire group was flabbergasted when Sihtric asked for Uhtred's blessing to marry.

Uhtred had mentally prepared himself for Sihtric to eventually ask for your hand. He would ask you for your opinion of course and if you were agreeable, he would have been more than happy to bless the union.

"Who is it that you wish to marry Sihtric?" he raised an eyebrow.

Finan sniggered behind him, sure that his companion would utter your name. You were all on the road back to Winchester and it had been a dull journey so far so he was curious at this new turn of events. You had to admit, you found your heart racing at his request as well. You held your breath, not daring to hope.

"Sidgeflaed, Lord," Sihtric replied.

"Sidgeflaed? The whore in Winchester you've been spending a lot of time with lately."

"She says she loves me, Lord."

Finan snorts and Sihtric squared his shoulders defensively.

"I swear, she says she loves me!"

"She would. Sihtric she's a whore," Finan chuckled. "What she loves is your silver."

The entire group burst out into laughter.

Sihtric kept his attention on your brother, "I wish to marry her. She says she loves me and I love her."

Uhtred noticed your rigid form out of the corner of your eye. Your knuckles were white from how hard you were gripping your horse's reigns and your jaw was clenched tightly. He could tell that something was bothering you and he had a feeling he knew exactly what it was.

"I will speak to Gisela when we arrive at Winchester and then perhaps I will let you marry your girl. But in the meantime, you are to give her no more of your silver."

You felt a pang of jealousy and sadness at his words. He had chosen someone else. You thought that perhaps now since you had been reunited, he might've chosen you. You kept your emotions in check long enough to flash Sihtric a strained congratulatory smile, but inside you struggled to hold back tears. And then your sadness turned to anger, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of betrayal. How could he marry someone else when you had loved him all along? You wanted to scream at him and ask him why, you wanted to beg him not to marry this other girl, you wanted to run away and never see him again, you wanted to see him every day of your life. Instead, you kept a placid smile on your face and once you all reached your destination, you were the first one to bolt home, leaving your brother to deal with your horse.

Gisela looked up in surprise when you burst through the door and rushed to your room, the door slamming behind you. Once you were in the private confines of your chambers, you let the tears flow freely. A few moments later, there was a soft knock on the door. You quickly wiped your tears and tried to compose yourself as your brother's wife, entered the room. She had been there for you ever since she married Uhtred, almost like a second mother.

"Oh, my darling, what's wrong?" she asked gently, placing her arm around your shoulder.

You sniffed morosely, "Nothing, I'm fine."

"Well, you don't look fine."

"It's really nothing. I am just being immature, it's no big deal."

Gisela's lips turned upward as she ran her fingers through your hair, "I have two kids under the age of seven. I think I can handle immature."

You just shook your head and leaned against her, allowing her to pull you into a tight embrace, her comforting scent calming you down. Just then, someone cleared their throat loudly and Gisela looked up to see her husband smiling down at her.

"Am I interrupting something?" Uhtred asked.

She shook her head, "No, your sister is just upset, but she refuses to tell me why. Perhaps you can shed some light on this matter?"

"No, you can't tell her. She's going to think I'm being childish," you whined from the crook of her neck.

Uhtred sighed in fond exasperation, "Sitric has asked for my permission to marry."

Gisela's brow wrinkled in confusion. Shouldn't you have been happy if that was the case? She had watched you become close to him over time and she knew how fond you were of him.

"To marry someone else," Uhtred clarified.

Her eyes widened in understanding as she rubbed soothing circles on your back, "It's okay love. It's okay to be upset. You are a strong and resilient woman and you can get through this."

"Shall I refuse him?" your brother asked, making you shake your head frantically.

"No, I am just being selfish. I want him to be happy, and if... if that other girl is the one he loves, then I will try and be happy for them. I don't want to get in his way."

"If you say so."

After Uhtred left you alone with his wife, you wrapped your arms around her once more.

"Thank you, Gisela. You're always so kind to me."

Gisela smiled at you warmly, "Of course, my dear. That's what family is for."

Over the next few days, you made it your priority to avoid Sihtric at all costs, going out of your way so that your paths didn't cross, and when meeting him was inevitable, you made sure that you interacted with him as little as possible. Your tone when addressing him was cold and clipped, only saying what was necessary. It was obvious to everyone that you were trying to distance yourself from him and eventually even Sihtric picked up on your strange behaviour.

He had been trying to find a chance to talk to you alone ever since his first announcement regarding his matrimonial plans. He sensed the strained tension that lingered in the air whenever you were around him, and it filled him with a sense of despair. He was doing this all for you and now you wouldn't even look at him. He thought that by marrying someone else, he would be able to take his mind off you. He didn't want to push you into something you did not want and ruin your friendship by confessing his feelings but now it seemed that he had only made things worse. He had to make things right again somehow. As luck would have it, he spotted you walking down the street alone one day. He called out your name, hurrying to catch up to you.

When you turned around and saw him coming towards you, you tried to quicken your pace, hoping to avoid him, but he was much too fast. He grabbed your arm and pulled you into a nearby alleyway, away from prying eyes. You aggressively yanked your arm away from him and glared.

"What are you doing, Sihtric?"

"I had to talk to you," he responded, his voice low and urgent. "You've been avoiding me, and I need to know why."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," your voice was flat as you fixed your eyes on something over his shoulder, avoiding eye contact.

"Damnit would you at least look at me when I'm speaking to you."

"No."

"Why are you acting like this? Would you please talk to me."

"Just leave me alone Sihtric. Go spend time with that whore you've been humping. You should get to know your future wife some more," you spat out.

Sihtric flinched at the venom in your words. Your entire body was tensed and you blinked rapidly a few times as if to hold back tears.

"I can't leave you alone," he said, his voice rising. "You're my friend. I care about you. I need to know what's going on."

"I am not your friend, don't you dare call me your friend. You do not care about me at all!"

"How can you say that? What have I done? Would you at least tell me?"

Your face hardened, "If I was really your friend, you would have told me about Sidgeflaed. You never even mentioned her."

"Is that what this is about then? You're upset that I told your brother before I told you? If that's the case then I'm sorry you had to find out like that," he approached slowly, arms reaching toward you.

You shoved him away, "You don't get it, do you? You still don't get it."

"Then explain it to me... please."

"You're marrying her! How could you marry her? If you really cared about me, you wouldn't be breaking my heart like this!" you screamed at him then, and tears streamed down your face.

"What?"

"How could you marry someone else Sihtric? How could you do that to me when you know how I feel about you? Do you expect me to attend your wedding with a smile on my face? Congratulate you for every child you have with her?"

"What do you mean I know how you feel about me?"

You turned to walk away, and Sihtric couldn't hold back any longer. He grabbed your arm again and spun you around to face him, pushing you against the wall, his face inches from yours.

His voice rose in anger, "You know what, no! You don't get to say something like that and walk away from me. What did you mean when you said I know how you feel?"

"You know very well what I meant. Do not humiliate me any further," you gave him a weak laugh.

Realization dawned on his face as his eyes widened.

"You have feelings for me?"

You shrugged nonchalantly, "What does it matter? It's not like you feel anything for me."

Sihtric scoffed derisively, "That is the furthest thing from the truth."

"Huh?"

"Don't act like you don't see it. Like you never saw the way I've always looked at you."

Your eyes narrowed in anger, "How dare you? You never once told me how you felt. How dare you blame this on me?"

"I'm not blaming-" he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm sorry okay. I'm sorry I hurt you."

"That doesn't change anything. You're still marrying her."

Your voice broke at the last word and Sihtric's heart clenched at the sight of your melancholy expression.

"I'll try to be happy for you. I swear it. You-you should be able to be with the person you love most and I will make my peace with the fact that it will never be-."

"I don't want to marry her!"

"But-"

"I thought that by marrying someone else, I could forget about you. I was wrong. I can't forget about you."

"Oh don't pretend to care now."

Sihtric tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear and ran his fingers down your jaw.

"I care about you more than anything," he whispered, stepping infinitesimally closer. "I love you."

"You do?"

"Weren't you listening silly girl? It's you I love, it's you I wish to choose."

"I don't appreciate being called silly," you sulked. "And you're really not going to marry her then?"

"No. No, I can't keep lying to myself."

"You really hurt me you know."

"I know, and I'm sorry," Sihtric begged, his voice pleading. "But please, just give me a chance to make it up to you. I love you. I always have, ever since we were children, and even when I couldn't see you, I never stopped thinking about you. I just didn't want to ruin what we had by telling you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You had always secretly hoped that he felt the same way, but had convinced yourself that he didn't. Now, standing in front of him, you could feel the tug of your shared history and the depth of his emotions.

"Please, just one chance. Let me show you how much I care about you. I promise to never take you for granted again," Sihtric continued sincerely.

"Okay," you murmured, your voice softening. "Okay, I'll give you a chance but if you hurt-"

"Never. I will never hurt you again."

Sihtric brushed the remaining tears from your eyes tenderly and smiled, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. He couldn't resist the pull he felt, because then he was leaning in and pressing his lips gently against yours, unsure if you would reciprocate.

You were caught off guard by the suddenness of the kiss, but as his lips moved against yours, you felt your heart stutter in your chest. You closed your eyes and kissed him back, allowing yourself to be swept away by the rush of affection you felt for him.

You both stood there for a few long moments, lost in each other, oblivious to the world around you. When he pulled away, Sihtric grinned.

"I suppose I'll have to ask your brother's blessing again," he looked into your eyes hesitantly. "That is if you would do me the honour of allowing me to be yours?"

"Yes. Yes of course."

"Thank you."

He pressed a delicate kiss to your scar and then you were pulling him back towards you by his collar, mouths pressed in a passionate embrace as you both gave in to the undeniable attraction that had been simmering beneath the surface for years.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," he mumbled against your skin like a prayer.

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fuzzy-set · 3 months

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a lil sketch

#the last kingdom #uhtred of bebbanburg #alfred of wessex #alhtred #uhtred x alfred #tlk alfred #tlk uhtred #my art

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auroracalisto · 1 year

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she’ll have the world if she wants it

uhtred ragnarsson x fem!reader, 1.9k words tw: pregnancy, canon typical violence, blood, kidnapping, general worry and distress a/n: this was requested by @elbereth-bluebird! i started writing it as soon as you sent in the ask, so i apologize for it taking me forever to finish. i love uhtred.

The confession slipped through your lips before you had half the gall to stop yourself. Eadith stared at you with wide eyes, lips slightly parted as she glanced over your shoulder. The men continued on laughing over the fire, ignoring you for the time being. Osferth stoked the smoldering embers as Sihtric threw on a few more pieces of wood, bringing the fire to life once more.

Uhtred was all smiles, glancing your way—not that you saw. Your eyes were glued onto Eadith’s face as terror spread through your body.

It was as if time itself had stopped, mocking you for the confession that had left you moments prior. Did you anger something far greater than mortal life? Surely not.

But the look your dearest friend gave you made you think otherwise.

Would she tell? No.

You hoped not, anyway.

"You are with child?" she repeated, hand raised over her mouth as she whispered. She could never be too careful (the men liked to eavesdrop every now and then, even if it were to just be reading lips—Finan had a knack for that, but she only figured it out recently). "And the father? Does he know?"

"No, and—and I do not want him to find out. Not now." You fidgeted in your seat, tension eating at the back of your throat as you fought the urge to cry. This could ruin him. This would ruin him, and he wouldn’t ever look at you the same.

Eadith reached forward and took ahold of your hands, worry akin to the fire that raged close by. "Who..." she trailed off, thumbs gently brushing against your knuckles as she searched your face.

You looked away from her, skin burning as your nerves ran through your body. You did not need to say anything to your dear friend. She would know with a response like that.

Him.

"Oh," she breathed out, a smile forming soon after. "Had I'd known, perhaps I would have given the two of you more privacy the other night—"

You slapped her arm in retaliation, eyes wide. "Eadith!"

She let out a soft laugh. The realization that it was indeed him made it all the better. You would be taken care of, even in the worst of winters. When the summer days came, sun glaring down and burning your skin, he would be there to lend a hand.

He was good for that, if not anything.

"When you decide to tell him, he will be elated. I promise you, my dear friend. A child is a gift,” she said.

You may not have found it within your heart to realize this, but she knew all was well. He would never let you want for nothing.

You clenched your jaw. You couldn't tell him. Gift or not, there were other pressing matters at hand.

Between King Alfred and the constant threat of war, you were certainly an afterthought; a hump to keep his mind off of things for the night.

You loved him; you did. You had known it for some time now, and it had blossomed the first time you saw him. Perhaps it would be safe to say he was the love of your life, even if he would never see you in such a light.

Perhaps that is why you knew you needed to keep it a secret. He was far more than you and the child that had begun to grow inside of you not too many moons ago.

"Promise me," you said, voice lowered back to a whisper. "You mustn't say a word of this, Eadith. I... will once I am ready. But for now, the time just isn't right."

"I will not say a word," she said, placing a hand over yours. "Your confidence in me will stay strong, Y/n."

You gave a faint smile. "I know."

It all happened so quickly.

The Danes had arrived well within the night, and while some were able to escape safely, many did not. Confusion was high as they couldn't understand how they found them; Uhtred had found a place to camp that should have been safe. And yet, there he stood, looking at the destruction in front of him, the blood of slain men soaking the earth. They had left nearly as soon as they arrived; a warning, perhaps. A raid on a camp that was meant to entice fear in Uhtred's very soul. A warning for the English King that waged war against them.

But Uhtred worried little about that. King Alfred could deal with it when the moment came for him to act. He had proven that time and time again, almost to the point of downright annoyance. No, the trivial act of war enticed him little at this very moment, especially when all of his friends had been accounted for, save for one.

The only one that mattered far more than his brothers—than the ones he spilt blood with.

You.

Where were you? Where had you gone? He hadn't found you amongst the bodies that littered the grounds.

Perhaps he had overlooked you, and you rested off to the side of the bloodbath with Eadith. Or maybe, you did lie amongst the dead, waiting for passage to the afterlife.

If only he could think straight—maybe then he would find you.

Eadith left the sanctity of her horse, and Finan, searching for you—her dearest friend. She looked at the bodies, the untouched tents, the people still alive and well.

When she couldn't find you, she ran to Uhtred, calling his name.

"Have you found Y/n? Have you seen her anywhere?" Her voice came out in a rush—panicked.

Uhtred shook his head. If she hadn't seen you, then the only other place you could be would be with the Danes that came.

You wouldn't have been the only one taken, but perhaps you were the most important. They weren't there just for a warning. They were there to send a message that would shake Uhtred to his core. They had his lady.

Lost in his thoughts, he barely reacted when Eadith grabbed onto his arm.

"My Lord, she is with child," Eadith said, heart pounding in her chest.

Uhtred's head snapped back to look at her.

"You are not in earnest," he retorted, staring at her in disbelief.

She pursed her lips, hand still gripping his arm. "I am, my Lord," she said. "She told me just last night. I swore to keep it secret, but since she is missing—"

"—my Lord!"

Sihtric's voice came from behind the two. Uhtred looked over his shoulder, eyes wide. The Dane pushed a nearly unconscious man to the ground, scowling.

"He hid amongst the trees, but he will talk," he said, chin held high as he looked at Uhtred. "He will lead us to the Danes."

Uhtred clenched his jaw, moving away from Eadith. "Wake him. They have Y/n."

It couldn't have been more than a few days. The Danes that had captured you hadn't touched you. In fact, a woman came around, saying something about how because you were Uhtred's woman, she wouldn't do anything to you. Unless Uhtred never showed. He would know where to find her as soon as he realized it—perhaps as soon as he found the bait.

He wanted a deal, she had said. Something that would benefit both of them in due time.

But perhaps this Dane had the wrong Lord. Uhtred never took kindly to his men being killed, and he wouldn't take kindly to whatever had happened that night.

You had only managed to see a blur of blood and the sound of screams still plagued your mind, but beyond that, you knew nothing.

You knew not of where you were, or who had captured you. You just hoped that wherever Uhtred was, he was safe.

For now, you would be, too.

You hoped.

The gods had looked upon Uhtred the morning he infiltrated the Danes' base. It looked as if he had opened a slaughterhouse (especially when they began to fight back), but he cared little about the blood spilled.

The fool who had captured you bore a gruesome reality—Uhtred wouldn't hear him out. He had little regard for those who took what was rightfully his.

As soon as the man took his last breath, he turned to look at his trusted men.

"I'm to find her," he said. "There shall be no more blood spilled, unless they give you trouble. Keep guard until I return."

With a simple nod from Osferth, Uhtred was on his way.

And when he finally found you, high up in the fortress tower, the relief he felt was immense. He had never known his heart to be filled with such joy, seeing you alive and well.

You stood from your small bed, eyes wide as you watched the blood-covered Lord walk in, watching you and taking you in as if you'd disappear once more in the blink of an eye.

"You are fine?" he asked.

At your nod, he couldn't help but smile.

"You are with child?"

Your lips parted as you stared at him. He knew. He knew, and he had come to rescue you. Uhtred was rescuing you. You nodded once more, and the man met you where you stood, his arms wrapping around you. He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, unable to stop himself from smiling.

"Let us leave," he said. "We have a long journey back to Coccham."

"Coccham, my Lord?" you question, looking up at him curiously.

He smiled. "I do believe it proper for a woman to find comfort in her time of need," he said. "I plan to see it through."

You fought the tears that sprung to your eyes as you buried your face in the confines of his chest.

He rubbed circles on the small of your back, smile disappearing as he stood there, holding you.

“You were not going to tell me?” he softly asked, peering down at you.

Your head tilted back, eyes locking with his. “When the time was right. I would have.”

“And you are lying to me?” he raised an eyebrow as he spoke, lips pursing together.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, heat blossoming on your face as you pulled away from him.

“May we leave, my Lord?” you asked, holding out your hand to take ahold of his. “I am growing quite tired of these quarters.”

He chuckled softly and took your hand in his. “Yes. We’ve much to discuss on the way.”

The sight of your friend was a beautiful thing, indeed—up until the realization that she told Uhtred the one secret you had begged her to keep.

“Eadith!” you exclaimed, pulling your hand away from the careful hold of Uhtred.

He just watched with a smile as you went to your friend, looking towards his own.

“You’re to be a father, then, hm?” Finan grinned, slapping his shoulder as he spoke.

“Not for the first time,” Osferth interjected, arms crossed over his chest. But he smiled at the man, nonetheless.

“Will you marry her, Lord?” Finan asked as Sihtric came over to the bunch, wiping dried blood off of his face with a damp cloth.

“If she’ll have me,” Uhtred said.

Sihtric rolled his eyes, a scoff escaping him. “You’ve to hear the way she talks with Eadith. She will have you. No question, Uhtred.”

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#the last kingdom #tlk fandom #tlk uhtred #alexander dreymon #uhtred of bebbanburg #uhtred ragnarsson #uhtred son of uhtred #uhtred #tlk season 3

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dirtytransmasc · 1 year

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little things I noticed in The Last Kingdom that make me smile;

Sihtric and Finan have matching hair beads (they go along the top of the ear)

in the episode 4x8 (around 34:41) Sihtric keeps Osferth standing when he starts to pass out cause Finan got him so drunk. He pats him and tells him to stay awake, and then proceeds to watch him quite closely for the rest of the episode

after the slave ship, Uhtred never makes Finan row again, even during emergencies

Finan is always takes care of Uhtred (feeds him and gives him his cloak when he's sick, checks over his injuries after Edward has him tortured, hugs him and helps him mourn after losing *insert a list of characters Uhtred has lost over the span of the show*

Sihtric treats aethalstan like a little brother. when they were being hunted down, and we're corned by eardwulf, presumably about to die, he hands him a dagger but makes the stereotypical bug brother "I want it back" comment. he pretends to be grouchy with him but protects his life and childhood with his own.

furthermore, when running from eardwulf Sihtric and Finan both hold his hand while they run.

finan treats aethalstan like the child/children he lost (we know prior to the slave ship he was married with children, but we don't know much)

osferth is used to having no one when he first joins the group so he tends to drift away, anticipating being rejected, so the others physically draw him in and show him rather then tell him they love him. particularly finan.

Sihtric always looks to finan when nervous or unsure. they click their weapons before battle so Sihtric knows he has someone to fight for, to live for, to go back to.

it was finan that helped him find his faith, even if Sihtric was a pagan and Finan was a Christian.

Sihtric started having some sort of trauma response to being tied up and Osferth immediately started trying to calm him down despite having to armed men with orders to watch them die or slit their throats if it took to long, standing 5 feet away from them.

Sihtric, Finan, and Osferth are considered "Uhtreds pretty boys"

pyrlig became a priest in attempt to retire, then met Uhtred, and he was forced to throw retirement out the window and hasn't known peace since

the boys loves Hild like a big sister/mom

Uhtred has been shown to form deep connections with his horses

no matter how much osferth grew, he remained the groups baby, and they loved him to peices.

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did i do something wrong?

this doesn't mean anything.

i'd really like to keep seeing you.

Uhtred of Bebbanburg

i'd really like to keep seeing you.

this doesn't mean anything.

did i do something wrong?

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Your coarse fingers rubbed against the dirt staining your arm, vainly brushing it away as you stood up from the forest floor. You'd been smart enough to wiggle your pants back on before falling asleep, unlike the man resting on the fur sprawled out on the ground. Uhtred had no shame, you'd learn that fairly quickly. Even as a boy when Earl Ragnar had yet to declare him as a son and his only title was slave, Uhtred had displayed a personality only a Dane could possess. He got lucky in the looks department otherwise, you were sure no woman would ever take him as a husband.

"Enjoying the view?" He asked tiredly, pawing lazily at the fur coat covering his manhood from the world.

"You should get up before Young Ragnar comes lookin', Uhtred." You kicked at his leg gently while awkwardly angling your arm to reach your back and swipe at some leaves still stuck on your skin. The forest had never been your preferred place but home hadn't been an option and Uhtred was the impaitent sort.

"We'll be fine, (Y/N)." Uhtred sighed softly and turned to stare at the branches overhead. You shook your head at him and retrieved your undershirt from the floor, shaking it free of twigs and leaves before slipping it back on and tucking it into your pants. Uhtred's bright blues moved away from a chirping bird to watch you finish dressing, one hand shooting out to pin your coat onto the ground before you could pick it up.

"Uhtred." You called warningly and arched a brow at him.

"I'd really like to keep seeing you." He murmured with that familiar boyish grin and you tugged your coat loose from his grip. You would've been free to take his offer. Earl Ragnar may have viewed him as a son but Young Ragnar had the claim to his lands and treasures. Uhtred was free to do as he pleased as long as he didn't bring shame to Earl Ragnar's name or proved loyal to his Saxon blood. But unlike Uhtred who was by all means a second-born son, you had the duties of a firstborn.

You sighed. If he'd been born a woman instead of an infuriating man, perhaps you would've been more keen. "This doesn't mean anythin', Uhtred. You caught me in a good mood is all."

"What- What do you mean?" His brows furrowed and he pushed himself up into a sitting position. "Did I do something wrong?"

"You did nothin' wrong. I just can't have you trailin' after me like a lovesick fool. Earl Ragnar would have my head or my father would have yours. I don't want problems between our families. Besides, Mother's been pesterin' me to pursue that friend of yours. Brida, was it?" Another slave turned friend, but she had an attitude your mother greatly respected and was beautiful enough to have your father's approval. Uhtred's face fell and he scoffed in disbelief. Dejection didn't look pretty on him. You crouched down in front of him and delicately cupped his face, bringing his lips to yours for a kiss before pulling away.

"(Y/N)-"

"Leave it be, Uhtred."

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Uhtred, Finan & Sihtric in Seven Kings Must Die

↳ “Let’s go play kingmaker, once again.”

#tlkedit #the last kingdom #seven kings must die #perioddramaedit #uhtred of bebbanburg #uhtred #finan #sihtric #tlk uhtred #tlk finan #tlk sihtric #gifshistorical #dailytlk #**#tlk

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halfmylife · 1 year

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I Waited For You

Pairing Uhtred x Reader

Summary You have loved Uhtred for some time but when he finally tries to move on from Lady Aethelflaed, he chooses another woman.

Warnings angst (I’m not sorry)

A/N I had this idea a little while ago and thought I’d write up some angst

Finan had been the one to break the news to Uhtred and he could hardly believe it. You had made it quite clear that by the end of the day you would no longer be in Rumcofa. Uhtred would not have it. Panic started to settle inside of him as he stormed towards your lodgings. He could not lose you, you were one of his oldest and closest friends. Never would he understand why you wanted to leave so suddenly.

He barged through your door, without even bothering to knock. There was no time for such pleasantries. The sudden bang didn’t even startle you, you had been so stuck in your own mind, packing whatever you could that you almost pretended as if he weren’t there.

Maybe it was easier that way.

“Finan told me you were leaving, tell me it is not true.” His gaze followed you around the room as you stuffed everyone of your belongings into sacks. There was little for you to take other than clothes and a few keepsakes but you packed it nonetheless, wanting nothing to do with this place.

“It’s true.” You didn’t bother to look up at the man who stood in the doorway watching you. There was no time for a conversation, let alone time to listen to his poor excuses.

“Why? You cannot leave, Rumcofa is your home.” What a joke. Rumcofa was never your home. Finan and Sihtric had managed to settled down and have a family so it had become their home. Uhtred had somehow managed to make this his home despite all odds but it have never been home to you. Uhtred was your home.

“It was but not anymore.” No longer was he your home, not after everything. It hurt too much to even look at him. Time and time again you had given everything for him and where had it gotten you? Far away from family and alone.

“You cannot go, you won’t be safe anywhere.” That was always his answer. Maybe when you first met he would’ve protected you, you used to be defenceless but now after years on the road and living with them, you had been taught a great many things. Protection was no longer a necessity to you.

“And what would you have me do? Stay?” You threw your final clothes into the bag, tying it shut far too aggressively. “I have been here too long.”

“Stay here.” Out of the corner of your eye, you could see him step forward. “Stay here for me.”

“For you?” Finally you looked at him and you regretted it instantly. His eyes were searching your own, hoping to find answers that were no longer there. “Uhtred that is all I have done. All these years I have stayed because of you. All these years I have waited for you.” You tried to hide the shake in your voice as you spoke but it became more evident as more words fell from your lips.

“Waited for me?” He shook his head, confused. Had he truly been so clueless? Had you not given him everything?

“Are you truly that blind?” The sadness soon turned to anger as you looked at him. All this time you had been there for him, displayed your affections so openly only to be turned away over and over again and he had no idea?

“Y/N tell me what you speak of, please.” He begged, stepping forward once more. You could take no more, the confession spilling from you before you could stop it.

“From the moment we met I have had eyes for no man except you. I felt like you were the second part of my soul, the piece missing from my own broken heart yet you never felt the same.” This time your voice did not shake but the tears in your eyes gave your heart away. “I watched you fall for Gisela and I kept my distance, swore I would not destroy your happiness over jealousy. Then when she died I stayed with you in your grief. I abandoned my heart to fix your own and thought that maybe in time you would feel something instead your heart found Lady Aethelflaed and mine was left more shattered than before.”

Once the words were out they hung in the air, taunting you in the uncomfortable silence. It practically scorched you the way he looked upon you. It was pity. Even now whilst you confessed it all, he only pitied you.

“Y/N.” His voice was barely a whisper but you didn’t want to heart it.

“No Uhtred. I have waited so many years. I kept my distance and remained kind for your happiness because I cared only for you. I thought after her vow of chastity that you might move on and you did.” The last few words were venomous as you spoke them and you remembered hearing how he had spent his previous evening. “Except it was not me. It was the tall woman you humped.” All that time you had waited only for him to go running to a woman he hardly knew. Had you not been there for him every time?

“I did not want to.” Part of you wanted to believe him, that perhaps he truly didn’t want to hump the woman and it was part of the process of moving on. How was that supposed to help?

“Is that supposed to make me feel better, Uhtred?” You snapped, not caring for any reason or excuse he had for humping the woman. Whether or not he wanted it was no longer a concern to you.

“What do you want me to say?” His voice started to rise to match your own but in his eyes remained the confusion and the sadness dancing together like old friends.

“Nothing. I do not care for your words anymore.” Words could not undo the damage. Words could not mend a broken heart. There was nothing that Uhtred could say to make you change your mind. “I have broken my own heart for you too many times and I cannot stay any longer to do it all again.”

“I have no feelings for her.” You didn’t know if that was worse. It wasn’t about what he felt for the tall woman. It was about loving someone who never loved you back. “Does that make you feel better?”

“No it does not.” You sighed. The tears threatened to spill from your eyes once more but you blinked them away. “Nothing you can say will make me feel better and you cannot change my mind.” That was it. You grabbed your bag and headed for the door.

“Please.” Uhtred managed to grab you by the bicep, stopping you in place. “I have lost too much I cannot lose you too. I need you.” You knew how much he’d lost, you had been there for all of it. Every time he mourned it was your shoulder he cried on, every time he was angry, you were his voice of reason but that didn’t matter anymore.

“Do you need me to mend another broken heart? Do you need me to fill the emptiness others have left?” That was all you had done and still it was not enough for him to love you. You snatched your arm away from him, shaking your head as you took a step back. “I won’t. I won’t be a third choice that has been by your side all this time only for you to disregard again. I cannot do this any longer.”

“Y/N, don’t go.” He called out to you as you marched out the door, he was quickly behind you, still calling your name as you headed to the stables.

“It’s too late.” You said quietly as you secured the bag onto your horse. It took you a moment to steady your breathing before you looked at him again. “Perhaps in another life I might’ve been your love but I have not been blessed with such a fate.”

No it had been a curse. It was a curse to fall for a man who only ever had eyes for another woman. You had watched him fall in love so many times but it was never you.

“There is still time.” He stepped forward cautiously, taking your face in his hands. It was gentle and warm. Everything you had ever wanted was in his hold yet you wondered if he even meant it.

“I have wasted so much time waiting for you.” You spoke in a hushed voice, the confession feeling like a dagger through your heart. “I have loved you Uhtred in all these years but you’re not mine and you never will be.”

Tearing your face away from him, you walked the horse from the stable and out into the open. You never looked back, not even when he called your name. No more would you wait for him. Your peace had been spoken, a weight off of your shoulders. Perhaps now you could find your happiness or perhaps you had just left it behind.

#the last kingdom #tlk #the last kingdom fanfic #tlk fanfic #uhtred #uhtred of bebbanburg #uhtred the last kingdom #uhtred x reader #reader insert #x reader #reader fic #tlk uhtred

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king-alfred · 3 months

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"I would never have given you up."

#the last kingdom #king alfred #uhtred #alexander dreymon #david dawson #alfred x uhtred #tlk #tlk gifs #alhtred #1x03 #season 1 #tlk alfred #tlk uhtred #tlk fandom #my gifs #tlk season 1 #and he never did!#<3

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loveslibrarywp · 4 months

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Too good

Osferth x fem!reader

Summary: Osferth can’t bring himself to kill another in an ambush to save Æthelflæd. You couldn’t help feel bad for the monk and choose to comfort him.

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff. Mommy issues Osferth.

Authors note: This lowkey doesn’t make sense but I love Osferth with all my heart soooo.

Lady Æthelflæd had been captured by the Danes, which Uhtred had been tasked with bringing her back to her father, the king.

Uhtred and his men hid about the docks in order to ambush the Danes. You and Osferth hid in the bushes, away from the fight to keep safe. Had you been brought with them, they wouldn’t let you fight even thought you had been training. So, they set Osferth with the task of defending you.

You didn’t mind being stuck with Osferth. He was a kind and gentle man, and fairly attractive for a monk. He was quite nice to look at, actually, but you would never say that to his face.

You watched the battle begin with one of Uhtred’s men sneaking up on a man pissing in the river and stabbing his straight through the stomach, making you wince at the sight.

Then, Uhtred and the others came out from behind a crate and fighting off the other guards. Osferth quickly pushed himself out of the bush and followed the men, holding his sword incorrectly.

You wanted to stop him, but that would draw too much attention. So, you didn’t. Your gaze trailed on him as he stood there, taking the sight of men fighting in.

The poor boy looked so lost and scared, like a kicked puppy. You wanted to so badly run out and pull him back with you but you didn’t need to bout yourself in danger as well.

You saw him look down at a man crawling towards him. You began to panick, clutching the dagger on your side. But to your surprise, Osferth had stuck his blade in the man’s neck and began stabbing him repeatedly before Uhtred called out to him, “you! That’s enough!”

Osferth looked up, scared, “He is not your kill.” Uhtred said as he pointed at the man. He stalked towards him and picked up the discarded axe, “That is not how you wet your sword!” He scolded, Osferth looked as if he would burst into tears at any giving moment.

Uhtred snatched the sword from his hands, “find your courage!” He shouted as he shoved the axe into his grasp. “Or find your cross and go back to the monastery as Alfred would wish.” He spat.

Osferth was near tears, which made you feel for him. “Osferth!” You whisper-shouted to him, catching his attention. His expression was filled with sorrow and tears. You waved your hand for him to come to you, which he did.

“Osferth…are you alright?” You asked as you brought him back into the bushes and the empty space in them. “I’m sorry, I am weak..” he cried, your face was covered with a sympathetic expression. You quickly took him into a tight hug.

He grasped onto you as his body shook with tears, you quietly hushed him and rubbed his back as his face buried into your chest. “It is alright, sweet boy.” You whispered into his ear, kissing the side on his head.

He began to wondering if this was what a mother’s love would feel like. He clinged onto you for dear life, as you were the only thing he wanted right now, the only thing that cared for him.

He had thought you were so beautiful, it couldn’t be a motherly relation he had felt with you. His heart would pick up in pace whenever you were around and his eyes would drift onto you whenever you were in the room. Your soft touch lit his skin on fire and your voice made his heart flutter.

“You did well for your first time, my sweet. You just need practice.” You cooed at him, taking his face in your hands to make eye contact. His beautiful blue eye were glossy with his tears and his cheeks rosy red. He hadn’t looked more angelic than he had in this moment.

Your fingers wiped his tears from his cheeks and your thump flicked over his bottom lip, making your eyes drift down to them. You hadn’t known Osferth for much time but something pulled you to him, like fate.

You smashed your lips onto his, which surprised the boy. Your lips pecked his over and over again, savoring this moment. He didn’t pull away once, he couldn’t, not when he had the most beautiful girl in the world kissing him.

His kissed you back as much as he could, his breath being stolen by you. Once you broke the kiss, you rested your forehead onto his. “You’re too good for this world, sweet Osferth.” You whispered.

“I do not like killing, my lady. If that makes me weak, then I am weak.” He confessed, which made you giggle, “it is okay to be weak, sweet boy. You are strong in faith, which is honorable.” You smiled at the man in your arms.

“Does this mean you feel for me?” He asked, referring to the kisses you shared. You nodded, “Yes, my sweet boy. Perhaps God has put us together for a reason.” You caressed his cheek, placing a soft kiss on his head.

#osferth #osferth x reader #osferth x you #osferth fanfic #the last kingdom #tlk #tlk fanfic #tlk fandom #tlk uhtred #ewanverse #ewan mitchell #ewan nation #aemond targaryen

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hikaruchen · 11 months

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TLK Uhtred/Alfred log (do they have a ship name may i ask)

(He’s thinking about Uhtred’s shabby church in Cookham)

The king himself (aka my pathetic babygirl)

===NSFW Bottom!Alfred ===

Why am i so obsessed with these two silly stubborn gays

#tlk #tlk uhtred #tlk alfred #uhtred #alfred #uhtred ragnarsson #alfred the great #king alfred #uhtred x alfred #alfred x uhtred #the last kingdom #hikaruchen #hikaru tlk

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icarusignite · 1 year

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Valhalla Bound

Finan x gender neutral reader

Summary: During the ransacking of Rumcofa, you save Osferth thus exchanging his fate for yours. aka you die and Finan’s reaction to that lol.

A/N: this is my very first attempt at an xreader so apologies if I got the tense or anything wrong. Leave your thoughts in the comments <3

Dedication: for @finanhasmyheart , sorry for the angst 💀

There was blood. There was so much blood. You clutched your stomach as a groan escaped your lips. Osferth was immediately at your side, his eyes clouded with guilt as you had just taken the blade meant for him. The men who had stormed Rumcofa fled and the screams of the broken souls they left behind permeated the air. There was an echo of a shout, your name. You couldn't really hear much though, everything was a faint buzz to your ears. You slumped to your knees, and someone grabbed ahold of your forearms to gently lower you to the ground.

"You're all right! You're all right!" someone was saying frantically.

Everything hurt and distraught hands scrabbled at your leather tunic trying to find the site of the wound.

"Help!" someone hollered again.

You lifted your head blearily. It was Finan. Sweet Finan with his eyes full of tears. He was saying something, screaming something but you couldn't quite understand. He cradled your head in his lap, one hand supporting your neck and the other wrapped around your shoulders.

"It's all right, you're going to be all right!" he muttered, his fingers carding through your hair repeatedly.

"Shh. You're too loud," you winced.

He looked at you in disbelief, his eyes wide. Osferth was there too, frantically trying to stem the blood flowing from your abdomen. He couldn't see the wound. There was simply too much blood. Finan only stared though, he could not pull away his gaze from yours. He pressed his forehead against yours, holding you close, and felt as your skin started to lose its warmth.

"No no no, you can't die on me. Please you can't die."

Blood trickled from the corner of your mouth as it lifted in a half smile, "I'm sorry Finan."

Finan's eyes filled again, "Why would you do that? Why did you put yourself in harm's way like that?"

"...Had to...had to save the baby monk."

Osferth stifled a sob at your words and Finan's hands clenched around yours.

"You have to stay then. So that you can keep protecting him. You have to stay because he will need you again. I will need you. Please."

"It is as the gods will it Finan. There is not much I can do to contest their will."

"No, please no. Please don't go," Finan shook his head, a look of self-loathing settling over his face. "I should never have left you alone. I should never have left your side. I'm sorry."

You reached up to brush the tears away from his face tenderly, "None of that now. You have to promise me that you won't blame yourself. Or Osferth. It is no one's fault. It is simply destiny."

"To hell with destiny, to hell with the gods, I just need you to stay... please," he was begging now.

A violent bloody cough burst out of you before you could speak again, "Careful now, blasphemy won't help me where I'm going now."

Osferth found your sword lying a few yards away in the muddy ground and he brought it to you, helping you to wrap your stiffening fingers around its hilt. Finan simply rocked you in his arms, his sobs echoing in the wind.

"No no no, please. Please don't leave me. I will never get to see you again. I can't bear the thought of never seeing you again."

"You will see me after. Although I do not hope to see you on the other side anytime soon," you chuckled weakly, trying to stay humorous.

It was ironic really, you had always been the more serious one in Uhtred's group. The fearsome Dane with the no-nonsense attitude. It was Finan who always found a way to lighten the mood and make everyone laugh, who saw the bright side of every situation and yet now all he could see was darkness. A darkness that threatened to pull him under and smother him. He cupped his blood-stained hands around your face and kissed your forehead, his tears mingling with yours.

"No. I really will never see you again. You will go to Valhalla and I will never see you again!"

A wheeze rattled through your chest and you clutched his arm tighter. It was getting cold, so very cold.

"You think...you think your God will let me drop by and say hi. You know...when you're in heaven, a long time from now," your voice was barely above a whisper now.

"Don't say that. Don't you dare say things like that..."

"I really am sorry though. I'm sorry, I truly did want to spend the rest of my life with you. I just...thought we'd have more time."

You took his hand and brought it to your lips, breathing your last against his skin. When you finally went still in his arms his shoulders slumped, like the life had bled out of him instead of you. His chest heaved in shallow uneven breaths as he reached out to close your eyes for the very last time. Eyes that would never light up at the sight of him, that would never flutter when he kissed you, that would never convey their love to him again. Eyes that would never soften with kindness when you helped Osferth improve his sword skill or twinkle with mischief when you joined Sihtric in the occasional prank. Your eyes would remain cold and dead just like the rest of you, devoid of any warmth just like his life. Finan held you close for quite some time. He could hear the movement around him, those who were still alive gathering the bodies of those who were not. He felt a gentle hand on his shoulder prompting him to look up.

"It is time...," Osferth mumbled.

Finan nodded, taking a moment to collect himself before gathering you up in his arms and standing. The other Danes had been laid out in a neat row but he could not bear the thought of putting you down, for doing so would give your death the air of finality he so desperately did not want to. Father Benedict started to recite the funeral rites and Uhtred's son informed him that the Danes had their own rituals. It was this that finally snapped Finan out of his internal turmoil. It would be selfish of him to deprive you of that, you deserved to be at peace. He pressed a farewell kiss to your forehead and lay you down on the cold unforgiving ground, a whimper bursting from his chest as he did so.

"I'm sorry...it's my fault," his voice cracked with grief.

He stumbled away only to collapse down a few paces away, pulling his knees to his chest as soft sobs racked his body once again.

"That should have been me lying there instead..." Osferth settled down next to him. "It is my fault. If I had been stronger, if I had been faster. If I had only been more capable of protecting myself and others this wouldn't have happened."

Finn gave him a sidelong glance, "This is not your fault baby monk. It is mine."

Osferth let out a bitter laugh that bled into a lament, "We can exchange blame all we like. The fact of the matter remains that it should have been me."

Finan watched the pyre that carried your body being set aflame and as the tendrils of smoke reached out and caressed the sky, he wondered if God would indeed be kind enough to let you two meet someday. Maybe He might. It was that hope, that maybe, that would keep him going until he saw you again.

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