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After Bebbanburg

Note: reaaaaally struggling to get back into my writing flow after the line between Arnas and Modern!Sihtric was so awfully thin last weekend. So here's some SKMD!Sihtric as I try to get back into it again.

Warnings: fluff/angst. mention of blood and death.

pairing: SKMD!Sihtric x you (f)

summary: Sihtric came back after the battle of Bebbanburg.

wordcount: 2,3k

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'Valhalla came too close.'

You had been waiting for days. Days that felt absolutely endless. Days of anxiously waiting for your husband to return from battle. You were prepared for every scenario. You always feared he'd get severely injured, and this time was not any different. Except Sihtric was older now than the last time he had fought in a shield wall. And you were terrified of what injuries he would come back home with. If he even came back home at all. Too many innocent lives had been lost prior to this battle already. Would the gods spare your husband? And if so, then why?

But the gods did spare him.

And you ran outside when you heard some sober cheers and the sound of hooves stomping into the camp that was made for the wives and children of each warrior. You first saw Finan, the Irish man, who had only recently lost his wife. He hadn't been doing well ever since. You and Sihtric had kept an eye on him, as well as Uhtred, and even though Finan would tell you he was okay, you all knew better. You worried Finan would have lost his mind in the battle of Bebbanburg, and that he would not make it out alive. But he survived. However, his face told you that he probably wished he hadn't. You watched Finan approach with a concerned, colour deprived face as he sat upon his horse, riding along next to your husband, who looked just as concerned and even slightly lost, you thought. And you tried to figure out what was wrong as you made your way over to Sihtric, who ordered the warband behind him to a halt with a gesture of his hand. And then you realised you didn't see Uhtred anywhere. You gasped and clasped your hands, impatiently and anxiously waiting as you watched Sihtric dismount.

Sihtric gave the reins to a young boy as he laid eyes upon you, and as the boy took the horse to the stables, Sihtric took off his leather gloves while he walked over to you. Walked. You knew something was truly wrong then, as Sihtric would always run to you when he came back, no matter how tired he was. And you knew he was tired, but you could also tell he wasn't just tired. You saw a different kind of exhaustion and he was unsteady on his feet as he closed in on you. Your vision became blurry with each step closer he took, as with each step another injury became visible, and you teared up more and more. Sihtric grabbed your arms as soon as you were in reach and he fell down to his knees. He wrapped his strong but sore arms around your waist without speaking, and he pressed his blood stained face into your grey tunic, leaving traces of battle behind. You carefully brought your hands up to his head, but you refrained from touching him as fresh blood dripped out from several cuts.

'S-Sihtric,' you finally breathed as he squeezed you tightly, and you placed your hands on his broad, armoured shoulders.

'My love,' Sihtric sighed and looked up at you with his empty, mismatched eyes.

Everything around you faded for a moment when you stared at each other. Both feeling relieved yet afraid. You were relieved he was back home again, but afraid at what cost when your eyes darted over his face. Blood came out of his right ear and ran down his neck. A large cut next to his right eyebrow caused the same fluid to run down his cheek. His forehead was smudged with blood, not just his own you figured, as well as the other side of his tired face was painted red all the same.

And Sihtric was relieved to have you in his arms again, but he was afraid of what would happen to Uhtred. And when you finally remembered how to speak, you asked where Uhtred was.

'In the cart,' Sihtric swallowed hard, 'he's alive… but… I need to take care of him, we need to… he…'

You watched Sihtric struggle to find the right words, and you hushed him when he tried to speak again.

'People will take care of him,' you reassured your husband, 'but you need to be taken care of too. Come,' you urged him to stand up.

Sihtric reluctantly agreed, and you helped him back up on his feet. You wrapped your arm around his waist and pulled his arm around your neck, in an attempt to support him. But Sihtric was a well built man, muscular, tall and all dressed in chainmail and leather armour. You both knew you could not carry him to the tent all by yourself if his feet gave out underneath him. You groaned in your desperate attempt to hold him up, and Sihtric let out a pained moan.

'S-stop,' he breathed, 'I can… I can walk, my love,' he said, stubbornly and not wanting to show you his pain.

Regardless of his words, you still tried to support him as much as you could, and you stumbled to the tent you stayed in at the camp. You helped him sit down on one of the wooden stools and you ordered someone nearby to fetch warm water and clean rags. Then you kneeled down in front of him.

'Are your legs or feet hurt?'

'No,' Sihtric said softly, and you carefully took off his leather boots.

You tossed them to the side and the water and rags you had asked for were brought in. You ordered the young lady who served you to close the tent and to prepare some food and hot tea. You moved up a little and started to unclasp the leather belt around your husband's waist with care. Your eyes darted over Sihtric's leather armour, and you were relieved when you couldn't find any cuts or holes that would suggest he had been stabbed. You slowly removed the heavy belt, his knife and axe still attached and painted with blood from the men he had killed only hours before, and you shoved it to the side, next to his boots.

'Are your arms hurting?' you asked as you rolled up his sleeves a little.

Just because you couldn't see any blood, didn't mean he wasn't hurt.

'Just bruised and sore,' Sihtric confessed, 'no cuts.'

You gave him a firm nod, and Sihtric watched you closely and quietly. His big, tired eyes completely locked on you and every movement you made. He watched how your delicate fingers untied the laces of his leather arm braces, and everything slowly became quiet in his mind again once you had taken both of his braces off and looked up at him. His cold, blood stained and trembling hands slowly reached up to your face, and you let out a soft sob when his fingertips touched your warm cheeks.

'Kiss me,' Sihtric whispered, and his breath hitched in his throat while his huge eyes stared down at you, 'please,' he whined.

Your fingers curled around the neck of his leather armour, and without any hesitation you pulled him down towards you. You crashed into a kiss and your eyes closed at the feeling of his cold and chapped lips pressed against yours. His hands trembled their way down to your neck, and he pulled you even closer up to him. Tears rolled down your cheeks at the taste and touch of your husband, while Sihtric tried his hardest to not break down as he desperately tried to kiss your face everywhere he possibly could.

'My wife,' he breathed, and his lips brushed lightly against yours, 'my love,' he moaned against your lips before he captured you in another firm kiss.

'What happened there?' you sniffled after he broke the kiss, your hands holding his cheeks while his blood stained forehead leaned against yours.

'Death,' Sihtric simply said, 'Death happened,' he leaned slightly back and looked at you while tears escaped his eyes, and he gently caressed your face. 'It came too close,' his voice broke as he whispered, 'Valhalla came too close,' he sighed and buried his face in your neck as he pulled you in his arms, finally allowing his emotions to run freely.

You fought your own tears as you felt him tremble, and you wrapped your arms around him.

'Valhalla wasn't prepared for your arrival yet,' you whispered and kissed his cheek, 'and I wasn't ready to live without you yet either.'

'I wasn't ready to die without seeing you again,' Sihtric sniffled.

'You will not be dying any time soon,' you cupped his cheeks, 'I will not allow you.'

Sihtric smiled softly at your words, and pulled your lips back to his again for another tender kiss. Then you took one of the rags, wetted it and wrung it out before you cleaned his feet and his hands. And as he had told you, he indeed didn't seem to be injured there, except for some bruising on his hands and wrists. You kissed both his hands and then moved up to kneel in between his thighs, to untie his dirty, leather armour. All while Sihtric kept his eyes on you, keeping track of your every movement, every breath and every change of expression on your face.

'Are you hurting here, my darling?' you asked and carefully pressed your hands onto his armoured chest.

'Just bruised, my love,' Sihtric said, and he moved along with you to slip out of the leather protection and chainmail underneath, which had saved his life more than once.

He took off the tunic he wore underneath it all, and you let out a soft gasp at the sight of his bare, muscular, bruised and battered torso.

'Sihtric,' you whispered as you reached out, 'you're… you,' you were about to cry, but Sihtric was quick to hush you.

'No,' he said softly, 'don't. It's fine. Just bruised. Nothing that won't heal.'

You swallowed hard and collected yourself again to carefully bring the wetted rag up to his neck. You slowly removed the stains of blood, sweat and dirt off his sensitive skin, and then you moved on from his left shoulder to his right shoulder. Sihtric hissed lightly at your touch as a sharp pain shot through his body and he flinched.

'It's not broken,' you said after an inspection of his shoulder, 'but you need to take it easy for a few days, sweetling.'

'How am I supposed to take it easy,' Sihtric whispered with a cheeky smile as he held your chin with his tattooed fingers, 'when all I want and need is to make love to my wife?' he leaned in and pecked your lips, 'my beautiful wife,' he murmured and kissed you again, 'tell me?'

'I guess you will have to abstain,' you teased and got up to get a clean rag.

'Hm,' Sihtric hummed as his eyes followed you, 'I don't think I'm strong enough.'

He smiled and bit down on his lip as you returned to him. And instead of letting you kneel down on the floor again, he pulled you in his lap. You straddled him and chuckled softly as you brought the rag up to his face.

'You're strong enough to survive battles,' you smiled as you cleaned his forehead, and you saw Sihtric struggle to hold back a grin.

'Maybe,' he said as seriously as he could, and tilted his head playfully to the side, 'but that doesn't mean I am strong enough to resist you.'

You felt his already warmed up hands sneak under your tunic, move up your thighs and on to your waist. He chuckled softly and leaned in to nuzzle your nose, then leaned back and took off his hammer pendant, which he hung around your neck before he pulled you closer again.

'Come on,' Sihtric smiled and pecked your lips, 'the gods brought me back for a reason,' he said, 'perhaps, to bless us with another pup?'

'I surely hope not,' you laughed and continued to wipe the blood off his face.

Sihtric furrowed his brow, 'You don't want another pup from me?'

'Sihtric,' you chuckled and placed your hands on your hips, 'you're a great father, but you have not been around much for our other pups when they were young-'

'That is not my fault,' he quickly said.

'I know,' you agreed, 'but I will not give birth to another pup and go through most of it without you again. I don't want that anymore. Not now that I finally have you all to myself again.'

Sihtric smacked his lips and looked at you while you wiped the last blood off his neck.

'We know how to prevent pregnancy,' you continued, 'don't think I will stop using the potion just because the gods brought you back to me again, they may just take you away if there would be another battle.'

'Reasonable,' Sihtric smiled, 'but then can we at least enjoy the act of humping?'

'Perhaps,' you threw the rag in the large wooden bucket, 'after your shoulder heals up.'

'You don't mean that,' your husband murmured as he brushed his lips against your neck.

Your heartbeat quickened when you felt the soft, slow, open-mouthed kisses your warrior left while his facial hair tickled your skin. You smiled, moved your hands up to his hair and untangled his braids one by one, while Sihtric smothered you with his lips and held you close with his big hands. And when you had taken out all of his braids, you leaned back and tucked strands of his long, wavy hair behind his ears and you pecked his lips. You grinned and got up, to which Sihtric groaned and quickly pushed himself to stand up, despite the discomfort he still felt in his body after the battle. He took off his breeches and snuck up behind you, wrapping his arms around you before you could move down onto the bed.

'You haven't fully cleaned me up yet,' Sihtric chuckled in your ear.

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