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witchthewriter · 5 months

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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝'𝐬 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐬/𝐨 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

Warnings: violence

a/n: nsfw included (ha duh)

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ESFP

Gryffindor

Neutral Good

Aries Sun, Sagittarius Moon, Capricorn Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Trusting other's wasn't easy for Uhtred. Well, until a person saves his life.

・It didn't seem like a big deal at the time. The decision was easy to make. With four men against thirty, it was more than an unequal fight.

・Standing out of sight, you grabbed one of your silver-tipped arrows and aimed.

・The leader of the large group of men faltered in his step. His gaze trying to locate the source of the arrow, which had landed exactly where he was about to step.

"Hiding is cowardice," the man bellowed. His thick furs unable to hide his fear.

With a raised eyebrow you huffed, not taking the obvious bait.

・You saw one of the men raise a dagger and as he was about to throw it, you released another arrow. Straight into his shoulder.

・Then the fighting started. It only took ten minutes for it to stop.

・You didn't just have great aim with an arrow, you were deadly with daggers as well.

・Now years later, you're found by Uhtred's side. Where he goes, you go. There isn't an issue with him bringing you along on his travels - he knows you can look after yourself.

・A favourite of Finan's, Osferth's & Sihtric's. As you were the only person Uhtred would listen to. Truly listen to.

・And allow himself to be told off by.

・So the three men think you are some sort of powerful being.

・Osferth actually had a bit of a crush on you for a while. Whenever you spoke to him, he would blush.

・Finan and Sihtric teased him relentlessly, and Uhtred overheard them one evening. But he was not jealous. Not in the slightest.

・Osferth nearly died on the spot when he heard Uhtred speaking though.

"I think anyone could fall in love with them. They make it so easy."

・However, it did take a while for Uhtred to tell you about his past. A long, long while. It came in little packages. As if he couldn't say too much at once.

・Showing emotion wasn't one of his great strengths

・But gods forbid if anything happened to you

・There was a time that you had been kidnapped and he nearly tore himself apart trying to find you. All logical thinking had disappeared.

・He knew he couldn't live without you, but knowing that it was a possibility, hit him like a physical blow.

・You are his heart, the person that he always wants to be around. There is no him, without you.

・For years he did not know what his destiny was.

・But now he knows.

・It's you.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Overly arrogant, flirty (Uhtred) x Absolutely unfazed (You)

"Give me attention." (Uhtred) x "If the world knew you were like this, they'd be shocked." (You)

"Wtf did you do now?" (You) x "It was an accident!" (Uhtred)

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

You Save His Life & He Could Not Get You Out Of His Head

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Lívstræðrir by John Lunn, Eivør

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point.

・Uhtred is a giving and passionate lover. As soon as you get time to yourselves, his hands are holding you tight against him. Lips attached to yours in a firm and feverish kiss.

・Behind closed doors is where you see Uhtred's full abilities.

・It's not as if he cannot please you while travelling, it's that he cannot reach the limits that he can when he's able to be fully naked and without interruption.

・At home, with the warm glow of the fire in your joint chamber, he shows you how much he loves you.

・Your naked form underneath his, chest to chest, heart's beating in the same rhythm.

・If you've been apart for a long time, then Uhtred cannot keep his hands off of you, nor can he endure your clothing. Sex is rougher, slightly quicker, but that doesn't mean once is enough.

・No, once is never enough for Uhtred.

・There never goes a night without him at least making you cum. Thrice.

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lexyleblancc · 1 year

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Prank wars -TLK headcanons

Summary: The men of coccham are growing restless in their downtime, so Finan comes up with the most brilliant idea; prank the baby monk.

If you have any other suggestions for headcanons regarding the TLK men or the TLK men x reader then let me know!

- Finan and Sihtric are pretty ruthless when it comes to pranking Osferth

- poor baby monk never sees them coming

- coccham is quiet and the men can find themselves bored quickly most days

- pranks vary from different extremes

- banging pots and pans beside Osferth’s head while he’s sleeping, stealing his shoes or clothes when the warrior-monk is bathing, “forgetting” to tell Osferth that they are needed early for meeting with Uhtred

- the pranks are almost always Finan’s idea, the man can’t sit still for longer than 2 minutes without getting antsy

- sihtric is along for the ride, the pranks make him laugh and he’d rather be helping than be on the receiving end of finans boredom

- osferth is typically a good sport about it, laughing with his friends after the initial shock of things.

- however after one prank in particular leaves osferth a blushing mess attempting to hide himself behind some bushes after the two steal all of his clothes, several woman passing by while laughing, osferth goes to uhtred

- the baby monk tattles on his friends

- osferth comes clean about all the pranks his friends have pulled on him

- it’s uhtred’s idea, much to gisela’s disappointment, that osferth and himself team up

- thus the start of the coccham prank wars that will go down in history

- the now dynamic duo go out of their way to prank finan and sihtric 10 times harder

- finan wakes up with a baby goat in his bed

- sihtric is greeted with a pile of horse shit on his front door, the man’s boots ruined after that one.

- finan and sihtric retaliate just as bad

- osferth woke up to find all his breaches gone, strung up in the streets of the little village

- uhtred jumping back in shock when he knocks over a pile of sparing weapons, making the man deal with the cries of his children for hours until his wife finally comes to save him

- gisela has to put an end to the prank war weeks after it started

- the village in a state of chaos due to their four most reliable warriors running around like a group of headless chickens

- the prank’s definitely died down for awhile

- but on the road gisela isn’t there to scold them

- and finan and sihtric are out for revenge

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transfinan · 9 months

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Every time Finan interacts with Uhtred he's so gentle. Like he can be so brash when he's joking around with the others and everything but anytime Uhtred is a little sad it's like he immediately shifts to comforting mode, his voice gets softer, he makes cautious physical contact, eye contact etc.

Kind of makes me think more about what their relationship was like on the slave ship, did keeping an eye on Uhtred help Finan get by? Was caring for someone else a comfort and a distraction for him?

When they finally escaped together he said they were bonded, and that rings so true when you look at how connected they are emotionally.

#It took everything I had to write this out coherently #I wasted to just post a screedshot and go 😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭😭🥺😭🥺😭🥺😭💔💔💔#Crying sobbing tearing up the floorboards etc #the last kingdom #Tlk headcanon #uhtred #Finan #Finan the agile #Finan x uhtred

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bubblestopia · 1 year

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you confess your feelings to them [headcanon]

characters included: Aemond Targaryen, Ewan Mitchell, Ettore, Osferth

warnings: sexual interactions - it is Ettore, how could it not be sexual interaction

A/N: I was in class and thought to make some head canons about Ewan Mitchell himself and his roles because they all have different personalities. please don't be too harsh on judging it, i’m still learning so be patient with me. reblogs and comments are grateful appreciated, I am always open to new ideas and suggestions. I suppose I should mention that english is not my first language.

Aemond Targaryen

When she met the prince, her heart couldn't stop racing. She found him fascinating. For her everything he did or said it was majestic. On the other hand, Prince Aemond was finding the girl a bit strange, all she was doing was staying in garden admiring the flowers and the sky. He couldn't understand why but couldn't complain too much, she is to be soon his wife. He wasn't too happy, but it was the duty as a prince. Luckily for him, they didn't had to spend too much time together, all they had to do is dance occasionally and produce heirs, that's what he thought.

On a sunny day, she organised a little picnic for her and Aemond, she wanted to spend time with her betrothed and know about him more before the union. When Queen Alicent found out what the girl was doing, she obligated her son to go saying it will be a good opportunity to bond with her. That's how they ended up on thin blanket, with cookies and tea around them, admiring the roses.

“Thank you for your presence, My Prince” she thanked to loose the silence. “It is my pleasure, My Lady” he lied and she knew that his mom made him come, but at least he is in the garden with her. “I asked the maids to get us your favourite cakes, I didn't know you like strawberry shortcake” she giggled. He looked at how innocent she was, her laugh was a bit weird but he wouldn't mind hearing it again. “Maybe next time we can have your favourite sweets, My Lady” She was a bit shocked and didn't knew how to respond, she just hummed with a smile.

The rest of the day was spent with small talk about their likes, she found out that Aemond was interested in books, historical books. That was something she had to remember for the future. At the end of the day, when the two of them were heading off to their chambers she stopped him. “I like you,” she said “And no, I’m not expecting a reaction. And yes, I am aware that we will get married even if I didn't liked you, and this was our first real conversation. But I am just stating the fact that I like you” He was looking at her with a bit of confusion, she took a deep breath and continued “I like you, and I am not expecting for you to like me too but I hope that you will find affection for me, your future wife, so that our marriage wouldn't be too hard to bare” she added. “I will go my way now, have a good night, My Prince” She lowered her head and she said it, still with a silly smile on her face. Aemond was too stunned to speak, he didn't know how to react, did he liked her? No, it was too early for him, but will he do his best to know her more and love every aspect of her? Yes, he went to his bed that night, with a promise in his mind. To fall in love with the girl that poured her heart out for him.

Ewan Mitchell

It was your first day on the set, not as an actor, just the girl who gets everyone everything. It was interesting to see the actual actors work and have fun, wishing it was you who played the beautiful characters, wishing it was you who brought fiction to life. But you are still learning, and the first step is to get them their coffee. Everyone knows who you are, why you are there and what's your job. Most of them like your personality, you always smile to them, encourage them and give kind words. You can say that you are their friend, even if you aren't an actor. But in one specific case, you are a best friends. Ewan Mitchell. You two found out that have similar hobbies and personalities, and you defiantly clicked on the first day. It was obvious to everyone that you liked him, but somehow he didn't realised.

It was time to get everyone their coffee and tea, you had to memorise what everyone liked so it would make your job easier. You were heading to the privet room of the set, where everyone is gathering to take a brake, share stories and opinions about the new cut. “Two cubes of sugar?” Milly asked “Yes, as always” you assured her. Getting everyone in the room their drink, you were left with one in hands “Does anyone know where Ewan is?” “Try outside, I heard him wanting to take a fresh breath” One of the producers said. You thanked politely and head outdoors. It didn't took too long to find him standing on grass next to a tree.

“Your tea will get cold, you knew it was that time of the day” you shared with the now relaxed guy. “I apologise, I wanted a brake from the noise” he muttered. With a small smile on your face handed the cup to him and giggled “Typical you” you paused for a second and continued “You know that there are clips of you, your character, on Internet with funny sounds? Apparently everyone finds you good looking” “I can't understand why, I am just a guy, nothing special” you hummed and replied “They do not lie, the fans, but they can't see how special you are behind those looks of yours” he looked at you with amusement and laughed “You can't be serious” Not wanting to continue on your silly thoughts, you laughed but a bit sad, hoping he didn't noticed.

After getting back on the set, and shooting four more scenes, it was time to go home. Your rutine was simple, and it was including your friend too. Somehow the way to each houses were in the same directions, and it was safer to get there together. Walking in silence as usual, some drops of water landed on you, stopping to look up, you started laughing like a kid. You always enjoyed rain, you found it peacefully. A silly ideea got into your head and a plan was made. Not long after, rain started pouring and soaking both of you.

“Ewan” you called his name while stooping once again. This time he stopped and looked back “You will get a cold if we don't get home now” calling once more his name “I’ve been in major denial for months now, denying this feelings in my heart” He was looking at you confused “I do not understand” You laughed at his unawareness. “Ewan Mitchell, since I met you, and I discovered how much we are alike, I found out that I like you” the rain made the girl to say her feelings a bit louder than intended “And it’s not just a silly little crush, I know it is more, and you don’t have to like me back, but I don’t want you to hate me and...” she wasn't stopping adding reasons over reasons “The feeling is mutual” you took a step back “What? Could you repeat that again?” he did and he got closer to her “But now we need to get inside, hoping not to get a cold. Otherwise who will get my tea how I like it at the exact time every day?” you were still in shock but he took your hand gently and made sure to get you home safely.

Ettore

You are a criminal, like everyone on the ship, but the difference between you and them is that you are shy and silent like a bunny. You never used the Box, you found it imature and a waste of time. All you want to do is do your daily jobs and don’t let anyone even realise that you are there. Unfortunately for you, he started watching you. He was watching from the dark, waiting the right moment. You watched him as well but only when you passed by him. In your opinion he was handsome but you could never imagine yourself with someone like him.

When you were asleep he was touching himself, thinking of you. For Ettore you were a prey and he loved the feeling of a predator. That thought made him obsessed over you, all he wanted was to have you, to own you. He even started following you everywhere, keeping a generous space for you to not notice him, but you did. Every time. It wasn't scary although you preferred to be alone.

One day when you were taking care of the garden he entered and leaned over the wall, examining you. Every move you make. “It is rude to stare” he hummed and replied “I can't help it, you are relaxing to watch” Knowing he is saying random stuff but that didn't stopped you from forming a blush on your cheeks. That day was the start of your nightmare. He was following you everywhere, like a lost puppy, he was too close for your own good now. You didn't mind it that much. At least he wasn't talking or touching, only following.

After a week he finally talked “This is experiment is stupid” “In that case you could just hope it will finish soon” That was the beginning of a weird friendship. You believed he was stupid in the head. Always complaining and making sexual jokes. Ettore was hoping you would beg for him, for his attention, but nothing, that was making him desperate to take you and destroy you.

The night after taking care of the garden together and making silly conversation, he decided it was time to own you. Because of a stupid medical problem you had to stay alone in a room, that was making it easier for Ettore in completing his plan. You were sound asleep when he got into the one bed room, he started touching your body, putting his cold hand under the loose shirt you were wearing. The friction made you gasp and wake up to find him towering you. You actually were expecting that, you knew what was in a mind of a criminal, it was easy to know what he wants. He grabbed your chin and covered brutally your mouth “Don’t take out a sound” His blue eyes were staring deep into your soul and that made you have goosebumps. Shaking your head, assuring you will be quite, he took off the hand from your face but not until getting an easy slap on your cheek.

“Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for this moment” He loved the scared look on your face. Ettore didn't know what he wants more, to make you beg for him, or just take what he wants. You on the other hand didn't mind what he was trying to do, in fact you were loving it. Someone making you to be submissive was your weakness after all. He was now on top of you looking straight to your eyes. Lingering with your lips open, slightly touching but not kissing, your breath was heavier with the every second that passes. “Fuck it” whispering you get your hands around his neck and push his head so that you can kiss him. He looks surprised for a moment but not long after Ettore gets his rough hand on your neck squeezing a little. The other hand travels along your body until it reaches the waistband of your trousers. He slides in to feel your cunt. “How pathetic, look at you, all wet for me” He laughs at your reactions. Trying to look away to hide your embarrassment, Ettore grips one more time on your neck and forces you to look at him.

“Don't look away, not when you have those glossy eyes.” He demanded “You are so pretty under me” He pushes one finger against your core, teasing you, making you suffer. “Please Ettore” you cry out-loud “Please what? hmm use your words pretty girl”, “Please stop teasing” He giggles, getting closer to your ear “I will stop teasing, if you will be only mine”. Your desperation was reading through your shaky voice “Than make me yours Ettore” He didn't waited any longer and pushed two fingers in her now soaked wet hole.

In the end birds of a feather flock together.

Osferth

Since you were young you were treated badly, your mom who died was only a one night stand to your dad, who had a wife and kids. Uhtred didn't had an option than just to take you in his house, to not let you suffer more on the streets. His wife didn't accepted, you were his bastard after all and she didn't cared if you were dead or a whore. You were obligated to go in adventures with your dad, so that his wife wouldn't see you around the house. You weren't a loved child, that could be the main cause of your insecurities and shyness, always thinking no one would ever love you.

Following Uhtred everywhere, like a lost puppy, end up on meeting Finan and Osferth, your now only friends. Talking with them was scary at first, especially with Finan, but in time you opened up to them and now it was easy to talk with both of them. Osferth wasn't treating you like a bastard, like others would. Him knowing exactly how it feels, he made sure to protect you from that word. Uhtred decided that you would have better days if you don’t go home anymore, so the two boys took you in their care. They were alway making sure to protect you and it was fun to be around them.

Finan was always making fun of Osferth when you weren't around, laughing at how oblivious his crush on you was. “You need to look at yourself when you are around her” he laughed “Always blushing and acting tough when you are like a lamb” Osferth didn't said anything only looking down “You two act like teenagers, why not confessing to her?” he stayed a moment to think for the right answer. “She is the most beautiful lady I ever saw, she is gentle and caring.” He lowered his head and smiled “How could she love someone like me, she deserves way more better than a monk” Finan laughed and finished his beer.

On a warm night, everyone was at the small tavern to celebrate a victory. Getting drunk, kissing women, dancing and singing. But you were outside, behind the building, collecting and admiring some flowers that you found on the grass with some drops of dew. Humming an old song that you somehow remember. “Why you are not inside, celebrating?” You flinched at the sound of the new voice, dropping the flowers of a pure blue. “I could ask you the same” he wasn't looking at her, only at the flowers now on the grass, getting down on his knees to pick them up “What flowers are this time?” Every time on your journeys you liked to pick up flowers and press them on your book, and when you were getting the time to search for their name and some facts, you were writing those down. It was your passion and Osferth liked that a lot about you, he would always ask about the blossoms, he loved when you were telling him all the details and your face would light up.

“Forget-me-not” you answered with a smile “It has a beautiful meaning to it actually” the girl looked into his eyes “If you give them to someone, it has to be special. The flower itself means true love and respect” he hummed and looked again at the pure blossoms. “We should get inside, otherwise Finan would suspect something out of this reality” When he got up to head off to the tavern, you called out his name. “I want you to accept this flowers Osferth” with a small smile on face and a dreamy look you confessed. He couldn't say anything, he was too amazed. In a milion years Osferth couldn't think you would say those words, even if they are not the traditional ones, this meant more to him. He took you by the hand and looked into your eyes.

“I promise I will search every kingdom until I find the perfect flower for you My Lady.”

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levithestripper · 2 years

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Misc. The Last Kingdom Headcanons

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warnings: gender-neutral reader, suggestive themes, mentions of oral sex [m! & f! receiving], mentions of penetrative sex, safeword, dacryphilia mention, creampies, mirror sex, dirty talk/degradation.

relationships: leofric/uhtred, leofric/reader, osferth/reader, osferth/finan.

included characters: leofric and osferth.

length: 1.8k || read on ao3

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part one [you're here] || part two

a/n: i finished game of thrones so i was scrolling netflix and found this show. tbh it's pretty good but they keep killing off the best characters. i really should be used to that by now lmfao.

Leofric has a rather big family, consisting of two younger sisters and a baby brother. Since he’s the oldest, he’d look after them before he left to be a soldier in Odda’s army.

His sisters needed someone to do their hair for them in the mornings, so he’s surprisingly good at braiding hair. Don’t tell anyone that he secretly loves doing it.

Leofric would also play fantasy with them when he wasn’t busy. He would play either the heroic knight coming to save the day, or he’d be the villain, and one of his sisters would be the hero.

Being the oldest boy, Leofric did most, if not all, of the chores around the house, including household chores. He can cook, clean, and badly sew, in addition to farming, cleaning the barn stalls, and guard duty. He’s not good at sewing in the slightest, but if there’s a hole in his clothes, he can easily fix it himself.

Leofric secretly really cares about the Arseling—Uhtred—more than he’d like to admit.

Once he moved to serve under Odda’s rule, his family would travel every few months to visit him. His parents aren’t around too much growing up, but they still support and love him nonetheless.

When Uhtred found out about his hair braiding prowess, Uhtred started to ask him to braid his hair too. It took only a little bit of begging before Leofric caved in, but only under the condition of being allowed to put flowers in the braids he made.

To be completely transparent, he’s never been with a man like that before, but he’s thought about it one too many times for it to be a phase. In all of his fantasies about it, Leofric has always imagined himself on top.

When he first met Uhtred, he couldn’t figure out if he found Uhtred stupid because he was stupid; or if it was because he was having a gay crisis. Turns out, it was both. There’s just something about that idiot that makes his heart beat faster and makes his palms sweaty.

He didn’t only have eyes for men, however. Leofric is attracted to more than his fair share of women as well. Why only pick one when you can have the best of both worlds?

Leofric is an amazing lover, no doubt about it. He knows how to listen and will center all of his actions around making his lover feel good. To say he’s a service top is an understatement.

He really enjoys going down on his lover, regardless of their gender. It’s one of the easiest ways to get them off and he likes to do it, so it’s a win-win for both parties.

When it comes time for the main event, Leofric prefers to do it in a position where he can see your face. Shoving your face in a pillow makes him feel as if he’s forcing himself upon you, so he prefers to be able to see the pleasure on your face rather than having to imagine it. It’s more romantic this way, too.

Believe it or not, Leofric is a real romantic in bed. By his appearance, one would think he fucks just as rough as he looks, but they’d all be wrong. He wants nothing more than to take his time and to ensure that you both enjoy the entire experience.

His favorite positions are any and all variations of missionary. Depending on the mood, he’ll fold you in half with your legs resting on his shoulders, or he’ll have your legs wrapped around his waist while he nestles his face into the crook of your neck.

If he truly cared for you, Leofric would marry you before bedding you. Honor and all that bullshit.

After he marries you, with permission from King Alfred and Lord Odda, Leofric would find himself a good estate/plot of land to build you a home on.

He would build you a giant hall filled with everything you ask for and more. He puts you in control of all of the decorating since he’s absolutely terrible at it.

He incorporates gardens and flower beds into the design of the main hall for you as well.

When it finally comes time for you two to move in, Leofric will pick you up bridal style and carry you across the threshold of your new home. Don’t tell anyone about how big of a sap he truly is.

The night you move into your new home, Leofric hosts a huge feast in your honor. Everyone who is anyone is in attendance, including Uhtred, Hild, Father Beocca, and all of Uhtred’s men.

Osferth has really bad allergies. Don’t ask him to do anything remotely stealthy during the spring because he will sneeze and fuck it up.

Despite all of his friend’s teasing, he’s not a virgin in the slightest. He’s been with a fair amount of women in the past, so he knows what he’s doing and he’s good at it.

He lost his virginity to Finan. It happened a year or so after Osferth joined the group. They were holed up in a village with nothing to do other than stare at each other and the four walls surrounding them. Osferth had finally had enough of Finan teasing him about it, so he gave him some of his own medicine.

Finan sat next to him with crossed arms, a smirk plastered on his face. “You’re not convincing anyone, baby monk. You act all tough but melt at the sight of a woman that’s thirty yards away,” he teases, his accent thickening as he laughs.

“Oh yeah?” Osferth chewed on his bottom lip, stewing over his choices. Making up his mind, he climbed into Finan’s lap, legs straddling the man’s hips. “If you’re so convinced I’m a virgin, Finan, then why don’t you take it?” he offers, mimicking the Irishman’s smirk.

Finan’s hands went to his sides immediately, pulling him down to grind against himself. “Is that what you want, baby monk? Positive you can handle what you’re askin’ of me?”

He nods, spreading his fingers across Finan’s chest. Osferth grinds back on him, hips moving with the pace Finan had started. “Mm? It sounds like you’re not up to the task. I could always ask Sihtric—”

The Irishman flipped them over suddenly, pinning Osferth beneath him, hands firmly above his head. “Quiet, Os. Before I make you be quiet.”

Sihtric and Uhtred slept in the stables that night. Turns out it didn’t matter; Osfeth’s loud when he bottoms.

Osferth will go down on you without question. He loves doing it, it’s like one of his favorite pastimes. He just can’t get enough of how you taste, how you smell, the sound of your whimpers and whines. He won’t stop until you either call the safeword or start crying.

His favorite position is either doggy style or spooning. Osferth likes the intimacy of sex in the spooning position, it makes it feel more like lovemaking rather than fucking.

If you let him, he’d cum inside of you every chance he gets. Osferth likes watching it drip out of you after he pulls out. If he’s feeling bold, he’ll finger his spunk back inside you, ensuring everything stays inside where it belongs.

Believe it or not, Osferth is the king of dirty talk. No, seriously, he is. He loves the romantic parts of sex just like any other man, but sometimes he needs to indulge the nasty, filthy part of it with you.

Imagine: he has you naked and kneeling in front of a full-length mirror, forcing you to stare at the reflection of yourself getting pounded from behind. His hands are wrapped around your waist, thumbs and forefingers gripping the fat of your hips. Osferth’s snarky smile is plastered across his lips as he watches his cock slide in and out of you over and over.

“Aw, my love, look at you,” he smirks, “getting fucked on all fours in front of a mirror-like a common alehouse whore.”

It’s safe to say that this only happens when he’s in a town with an inn. There’s no way in hell that he’s doing this when there’s a chance of Uhtred, Finan, or Sihtric overhearing.

Just like his uncle Leofric, he’ll save enough silver to buy a house wherever Uhtred has settled down for the time being. If you get married while they’re still on the road, he’ll do his best to find a nice village or town that the two of you could explore together for a couple of days.

Osferth will 100% marry you. Hands down, no questions about it. Getting married has been one of his biggest goals in life, so getting the opportunity to complete that with you makes him insanely happy.

He cries when he sees you walk down the aisle at the wedding. Finan, his best man, has to help him keep it together so he could get through his vows without breaking into tears. Please give him tons of extra kisses, he deserves it so badly.

Osferth’ll set up your tent for you every night. He makes a point to always pitch your tent as close as possible to the fire to keep you warm. He keeps plenty of furs available for you as well. Almost an entire trunkful of their traveling supplies is just furs and extra furs. You can never have too many in his book.

His adoration for you is so, so obvious and it’s adorable. Finan will ride next to you on the road to tease you about it, never wandering out of Osferth’s earshot.

Whenever Finan teases him about it, Osferth lights up like a damn torch. It’s all in good fun of course, regardless of how relentless Finan is with his teasing.

No matter how many times you tell him you can handle/enjoy the gentle teasing his friends give you, if Osferth feels like they’ve gone too far, he will tell ‘em off. He’ll still be respectful about it, but all respect will be thrown out of the window if he catches anyone, friend or not, questioning your honor fists will fly.

Osferth’s snarky little smile will show itself whenever he’s the one who gets to do the teasing. He can’t help himself sometimes, it’s just too damn easy to get you flustered. His favorite way is to back you up against a wall with a hand next to your head, effectively caging you in. He leans in real close to your face, his nose almost brushing against yours. Osferth then starts to whisper against your soft lips, words ranging from sweet nothings to filthy, lust-filled ones based on his mood.

“Oh god, my love. Look at how pretty you are, pressed against me like this.”

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unusual-raccoon · 1 year

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Modern!Osferth Headcanons

(Plus bonus drabble)

Guess who's rewatching The Last Kingdom for the 63rd time? I'll give you a hint - it's me! Guess who also had the brilliant idea at midnight for a modern babysitter!Osferth x Uhtred idea? Also me.

So, without further adieu, here are some modern!Osferth rambles/headcanons:

Osferth is still devout in his faith. It keeps him sane in a way, it's been a touchstone for most of his life. He's in between jobs and living alone.

He doesn't have much in the way of family. His father got his mother knocked up when she was young, and his father was married.

His mother was sickly and died when he was young.

He spent a lot of time in orphanages/churches under the care of nuns (Has been praying the gay away ever since) until he was taken in by his uncle.

His uncle Leofric, worked as a Prison Officer in London, got stabbed in the neck and killed during a riot when Osferth was only fifteen.

He has a sizable chunk of change in his name from a wealthy father he never knew. (He refuses to touch a dime).

Osferth spent a lot time in soup kitchens (eating & volunteering), spent many a year cutting his own hair to save money (forgive his bowl cuts), and just overall scraping by on odd jobs and the like.

He reconnected with his half-siblings as an adult, or tried to. He and Edward don't really get along (he thinks Edward is a terrible father - not that being a bastard gave him much ground to stand on). He and Aethelflaed absolutely clicked right away.

He is the bestest uncle to Aelfwynn!

Very good with kids, he is a big baby himself at heart, but also super independent because he's used to doing things on his own.

Aethelflaed is super supportive of Osferth (she just think's he's neat) and runs the "Osferth needs a DILF" fanclub

Have I mentioned he is very good w kids, loves trashy romance novels, can cook quite well, is modest about it (secretly thinks he'd be a kick ass housewife)

--- (How he's gotten involved with Uhtred)---

he met Gisela at the soup kitchen - it's a hike for him, but nothing compares to the loving atmosphere.

Was secretly intimidated by her.

Accidentally thought he had fallen in love w her when she showed him pictures of her babies and they made meals together and she asked him about his life - then he realized he has not known motherly affection in a long timeeee ;_;

Gisela would tell him about her lovely little family and how Stiorra was a nightmare to potty train in comparison to her brother

Gisela would show him pictures of the family and he would 'ooh' and 'aah' over pictures of the babies - promptly reminded he is gay when he saw a picture of her husband.

He'd been devastated when he discovered she had passed. She had been to the soup kitchen in a few weeks and he'd sent a few texts to see if she was well, but had merely chalked it up to being a mom of two youngsters.

He misses the funeral service, but figures it was private and reserved for family only.

Osferth, himself, imagined he landed somewhere between a work friend and gum stuck to the bottom of her shoe.

Still, he kept her in his prayers every night.

They hold a small gathering in the soup kitchen amongst other volunteers that have heard the news of Gisela's passing.

He mourns in his own way, and figures he should be better at it by now.

Still, he manages.

Until he sees Gisela's family walk into the soup kitchen...

Bonus Drabble:

Uhtred is a young, freshly widowed (fuck cancer) single dad to two beautiful children. Young Uhtred (Junior) is four and Stiorra is two. He misses his wife dearly and as a result ends up revisiting many places that remind him of Gisela.

He ends up at a soup kitchen where she often volunteered, the soup kitchen was supported by a local church and while Uhtred had his gripes about Christianity, his wife never did. Gisela loved all people, sometimes with a warm embrace, sometimes with a stern rap of her little knuckles.

The place is small and cramped and he recalls the scent of whatever's being doled into bowls because it used to stick to Gisela's clothes. It's warm in the air and heavy in his lungs, like thyme and bay leaves and sweet carrots and his heart aches.

There's a man - well, a boy who doesn't look older than 17, gangly, awkward, flaxen hair that spirals around his head like a halo, bowed as he chats with an older woman while he pours a heaping ladle's worth of soup into her bowl. The boy's face is familiar, vaguely. There's a spot next to him behind the counter where Gisela should've been.

A woman on line lets him ahead with a sympathetic face - the kids are with him, Stiorra held on his hip, her arms around his neck, and Junior holding his hand. He feels mortified, guilty.

Uhtred tries to back away, feeling terribly out of place and mourning every inch of the woman he loved. When the boy behind the counter spots him, his eyes are blue, startlingly blue - it's like a peek of the sky through a blanket of fog. A soft, angular face like looks like it belongs in a Renaissance painting with high cheeks and sharp cheekbones and pink rips.

Someone else waves them over, Junior gets a bowl, Stiorra does too, the woman that serves them tries to give one to Uhtred but he politely declines.

They sit, they eat. He blows on the little spoon for Stiorra and offers a small smile when she demandingly tugs on his hair, squirming, doughy little fist swinging for the spoon. Junior is able to handle eating on his own, like a big boy, (mostly).

Uhtred is cleaning the kids up and preparing to leave when he noticed someone had come over.

"Um, excuse me, sir," A timid voice begins, high and boyish, pale long fingers wring the sleeves of an aged brown sweatshirt, "I don't mean to - a-are you Uhtred?"

Uhtred stares warily at the boy, at his flaxen hair and ears that have since turned pink.

"Yes," He answers flatly, and he instantly feels cruel for the way the young man winces.

The nuance of conversation bypasses the children and Junior's hand springs up with a wave, as he says, "Me too!"

The boy smiles a timid, growing thing - less afraid.

"You volunteer here?" Uhtred asks though he knows the answer. Gisela had spoken of the friend she had made at the soup kitchen, and realizes why the boy's face seemed familiar. He'd never been bothered by it, his Gisela was a lovely woman and charmed many.

"Um, yes, sir, I...do." The boy answers, he swallows thickly, Adam's apple bobbing along the pale, elegant stretch of his throat.

He casts considerate blue eyes over to the children, to Junior who babbles about wanting to visit Thyra and Beocca, and to Stiorra who is dozing against Uhtred's shoulder...

"I," The boy begins, slim, pale hands listless as he tugs on a loose thread in the sleeve of his sweatshirt, those high sharp cheekbones that appeared chiseled from marble, redden, his lips, his very pink lips twitch with words unspoken, "My deepest condolences."

Gods, how many time had he heard that same sentiment over the weeks since his wife's passing? How many people had meant it? Uhtred's nostrils flare with every breath he struggles to take in and out with the fissure of pain that splits his chest.

He clears his throat roughly. He blinks away tears that makes the earnest blue eyes of the boy standing across from him dance like sapphires.

"Thank you," He says, it's a genuine thing that bubbles up without him meaning for it too. Many people loved Gisela, it was an easy thing to do, but it finally felt as though someone knew. Knew the agony of losing her. Like the sun had been torn from the sky.

His phone buzzes in his pocket, it's Hild. It could be a thousand things, a lapsed permit or zoning issue, the company has had enough hiccups, let alone after the death of his wife.

"I need to-" Uhtred motions to his phone, the boy nods politely.

"Of course," He says instantly in understanding.

He's still holding Stiorra when he stands, it was late and raining and it's too loud inside the hall.

"I can watch them," The boy offers, sort of perking up like a moping flower kissed by sunlight - it only becomes obvious then how tall he is. Rightfully, he should be distrustful. He struggles, but his phone buzzes in his hand another time and Uhtred reluctantly hands his daughter over. He watches as the boy gingerly supports her weight, Stiorra's open mouth drooling on the boy's shoulder. He sways gently with Stiorra in his arms, bending and shifting like a reed in the wind.

"Uhtred?" He hears the boy call gently, "do you think you could help me keep an eye on your sister?"

"I can!" Junior answers eagerly.

"Clever boy," Uhtred can picture his son's wide smile, "I can be so forgetful - Oh goodness, where has she gone?"

"Right there," Junior begins to giggle, "Where? Uhtred are you trying to trick me?"

"There!" Junior squeals in laughter that Uhtred hadn't heard in weeks. It's a balm for his soul.

Uhtred answers Hild's incoming call, the phone pressed to his ear.

"How are you holding up?" Is her first question, he strives to be noncommittal with just about everyone but Hild. So, when he answers, he does so honestly, openly. He can hear the tightness in her throat.

"Did you want me to order something? I can be over in," there's rustle over the speaker, "twenty."

He smiles, he loves her all the more for the effort.

"Not tonight, but soon," He swears. He knows, despite everything he's going through, there are still people in his corner, his sister, Beocca, Hild: his relentless supporters.

"I know you're going to ignore me because you always do-"

"-I do not"

"But, have you considered hiring a sitter?"

"Hild," He sighs, he'd abhorred the idea for a time. His own fragmented upbringing left a general distrust of strangers that was easy to default to under duress.

They bicker for a bit, back and forth was their way and the normalcy alleviates some of the ache in his chest.

He wants to reject the idea of needing help, of shouldering responsibilities alone, of being anyone's burden. He rubs at his eyes, a cool sheen of rainwater on his skin.

Inside the soup kitchen, the scent of thyme and bay leaves and sweet carrots is in the air, the warmth in the room fells buttery in the comfort it provides. He can hear his son's voice, laughing, can hear other laughter too.

Stiorra's asleep on the stranger's shoulder. Little hands drowsily clinging to the brown fabric of the sweatshirt.

Hild's voice rattles in his head.

The boy's smile is wide, unbidden, so very youthful. He see's Uhtred and his smile dims, a coy curl of his lips lingers, like an echo, throat bobbing, tongue catching on pink lips, eyes like sapphires still dance.

"Papa!" Junior yelps, delighted, clinging to Uhtred's leg in an instant, "I counted more than Oz!"

"He did, I'm afraid - you're too clever for me." The boy answers, a sheepish way about him, he sways like a reed, right on over to Uhtred's side. Stiorra is very carefully handed over.

"Did you?" Uhtred asks, "How high?"

Junior makes a pensive little face, beside him, the boy, Oz, mouthes fifteen exaggeratedly.

"Oh! All the way up to fifteen!"

"Fifteen?" Uhtred gasps, "Auntie Hild isn't going to believe it."

The children had already been ready to leave before Hild had called and it doesn't take much to tug the lapels of his coat around Stiorra and hold out his hand for Junior.

The boy offers a polite smile, pink mouth pressed together, the scent of thyme and bay leaves and sweet carrots hanging on his sweatshirt, a patch of drool on his shoulder where Stiorra had slept.

"Well, um, goodnight." He says eventually, crouches down to bid a separate farewell to Junior. He rummages through the pocket of his sweatshirt, and pulls out a biscuit wrapped in wax paper.

"I nicked this from the kitchens," He admits, Junior looks affronted, scandalized, but the boy laughs, "It was supposed to be my treat for after, but," Junior's eyes go terribly wide, hopeful, "You did count to fifteen - so, I suppose, you've earned it."

"He can't, he's-" Uhtred begins, but that gangly boy looks up at him from the floor with smiling sapphire eyes and pink lips and says "It's gluten-free."

Uhtred feels...odd.

"Are you allergic as well?" He asks as Junior asks endlessly if he can eat his treat now.

The boy flushes, "Er, no, I-" He rises to his full his height smoothly, hands pushed off the faded knees of his jeans, "I grabbed it after I saw you come in, Gis-" His jaw tightened, tendons flutter under the pressure, "Another volunteer mentioned how someone in her family also had Celiac's..."

The odd feeling persists, its pressure, its hands stemming the flow of blood the open wound the passing of wife had left in him.

"Anyway, I-I only wanted to pay my respects," the boy sighs, flaxen head hanging before he offers a small, sad smile.

"Wait." Uhtred calls, his voice carves through the air.

The stranger turns towards him again, fluorescent lights catch on the delicate braid of a golden chain just barely visible around his neck, tendons jump in neck and the chain dances like motes of sunlight.

"What's your name, boy?"

Those pink lips part in a gentle smile.

"Osferth, sir." He answers.

"Osferth," He repeats sagely.

Hild's voice rattles in his head. Uhtred extends his hand and the boy examines it before shaking hands with him. The touch is soft and lingers in his palm like silk.

"Good to finally meet you."

This was just a silly little headcanon/drabble (1.8k still counts as a drabble, right?) idea, but like, idk, i might be tempted to add more?

#my writing #my drabbles #the last kingdom #osferth #tlk osferth #uhtred of bebbanburg #uhtred ragnarsson #my headcanons #modern au

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ivyithink · 1 year

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back to my roots (drawing alfred and aethelflaed interactions, cause they melt my heart)

also the 1st season squad is very important to me, i love them a lot

+ moments from books that were stuck in my mind while i was drawing))

#my art #my doodles #yeah i am ignoring the golden hair description cause even though it might’ve been even more visually striking i reference the show #for characters’ looks #my brain won’t let me break this self-imposed rule sorry #but aren’t they so sweet?#i’m definitely not thinking about how it would feel to remember a moment like this after they both are gone #absolutely not thinking about that uh-uh #and yeah i’m #trying to depict more historically accurate clothes while using 21st century language #mad lad behaviour #i love the interactions between uhtred and little aethelflaed in the books #there aren’t many of them but they are kinda hilarious #love the one where he basically wants to tell alfred to fuck off but can’t do it cause aethelflaed is laying in her dad’s lap and watching #uhtred like a hawk #and the scene where she tells uhtred she wanted danes to come closer to their hiding place so she could watch him chop their heads off #what a kid right?#i don’t actually mind their relationship in the show and 5th season absolutely broke my heart #but fond uncle uhtred and bright little menace aethelflaed is one of my most beloved headcanons for sure #wholesome #the last kingdom #tlk #tlk alfred #tlk aethelflaed #tlk uhtred #tlk leofric #tlk iseult #tlk hild

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raptor-one · 2 years

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Sorry if these are out of character!! I’ve Just been thinking about how Leofric would interact with everyone if season 1 went a lil different,,,

#also sorry for any typos! I read over them a few times but I tend to still miss things even after rereading lol #also also would love to see your guys own headcanons about this in the tags or replies!!#the last kingdom #leofric the last kingdom #sihtric the last kingdom #finan the last kingdom #Osferth the last kingdom #uhtred the last kingdom #my art #fan art #digital art #rubesiplier

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lordxbebbanburg · 1 year

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Introducing Uhtred of Bebbanburg

Dane | Lord of Bebbanburg | Warrior | Married to Alfred of Wessex

( ╳┊❝ Int: Uhtred of Bebbanburg ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Photo: Uhtred of Bebbanburg ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Musing: Uhtred of Bebbanburg ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Headcanon: Uhtred of Bebbanburg ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ About: Uhtred of Bebbanburg ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Pairing: Uhtred & Alfred ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Pairing: Uhtred & Sihtric ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Pairing: Uhtred & Leofric ❞. ) ( ╳┊❝ Pairing: Uhtred & Finan ❞. )

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witchthewriter · 5 months

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𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: also I have no idea why it won't let me do proper spacing between dialogue, I truly apologise!

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ESTP

Gryffindor

Chaotic Good

Cancer Sun, Virgo Moon, Gemini Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Finan isn't one to mince words; he's quick talking and incredibly witty.

・When he's around you, it's as if he's on overload - almost word vomit. He has no filter and cannot think before speaking.

・Once it had gotten so bad Osferth had to step in and pull him away, with a gracious, "Uhtred wishes to speak to you Finan."

"What is wrong with me?" Finan muttered under his breath as he let Osferth guide him away from you.

"Many things," Osferth said with a grin, "but that my friend...I think you may be in love."

・When Finan realised what he was feeling was attraction, he calmed down a bit. Because he had been attracted to people before, it was no problem.

・But the word vomit, and the blushing continued.

・And that was not normal for Finan.

・So he went to the only level-headed person he knew...Uhtred...

・Uhtred laughed at him:

"Finan, you make me laugh," the Lord said, pulling off pieces of bread and shoving them into his mouth.

"I'm happy I may entertain you Lord, but I'm ... serious..."

"Oh-"

・Uhtred sat back and stared straight into Finan's eyes.

"Finan."

"Yes, Lord?"

"You are in love."

"No, no that cannot be."

"But it is."

"Well fuck."

・The Irishman did all he could to not love you - stayed away from you (didn't work, he felt like something inside of him was missing, tried to look for the negatives in you ... but couldn't find many. He even thought about marriage... and it did not freak him out like it normally did).

・He knew what he had to do.

・He had to speak to Sihtric.

・All the while, you were somewhat oblivious to Finan's 'problem', only saw him scurrying around camp with an anxious look on his face.

・Osferth said Finan was having stomach troubles and you nodded your head, in complete understanding.

・When Finan got to Sihtric, he was out of breath and red in the face.

"Sihtric, my friend. My brother, I'm in trouble."

"What is it Finan?" The younger man's face was bewildered, and his hand clasped Finan's shoulder.

"I - I am in love."

"Oh fuck."

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Mo Gile Mear

#witchthewriter #headcanons #finan headcanons #finan the agile #finan the agile headcanons #the last kingdom #the last kingdom headcanons #the last kingdom fic #the last kingdom fanfiction #the last kingdom x reader #finan #sihtric #uhtred #witch the writer's headcanons #reader insert #s/o would include #crush #finan the last kingdom

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apolloanddaphnis · 3 months

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Sigtryggr x Uhtred's Daughter Headcanons Part I

Disclaimer: She is Uhtred and Gisela's daughter, a year older than Stiorra. Because of this I don't see the harm in naming her instead of calling her 'y/n', because I doubting 9th century times of Saxons and Danes with Dane parents she will be named Ashley or Cameron or Soledad, most of these languages didn't even exist yet.

With that rant aside, I am giving her the Norse name Kelda, and because she is Uhtred and Gisela's daughter she's going to resemble them.

Kelda is the oldest child of Uhtred and Gisela

When their mother left for Valhalla she took on the maternal role.

She looks after her father because he cannot look after himself when it comes to eating and getting enough sleep.

She encouraged Young Uhtred's dream of following the path of the nailed God, and was always trying to convince her father he must be supportive, and that he has that rebellious nature he inherited from him, and being a Rebel in this family means being a Christian

As much as she wanted to smother Stiorra for whining and complaining about being stuck with the children and in hiding, she refrained and understood how frustrating it could be. She prayed to Snotra at least ten times a day for guidance and wisdom.

She needed Stiorra though, for she's more of a warrior than Kelda.

Stiorra does what sisters do and taunt Kelda, saying she's too soft for a Dane and they would never want a flowery wife, Claiming she's better for a Saxon man.

Kelda rolled her eyes but she did worry.

She spends many time in the forest, worshipping the the huldrefolk, the skogsrå, Freya, and the nature deities. Often found dancing ritual circles outside, often naked.

She is very beautiful but doesn't see it herself, a womanly soft figure she resents, wanting to be petite like Stiorra like her mother was. Her breasts could hardly ever even be confined by her dresses.

And how she wished her hair were smoothe like silk like Stiorra and her mother.

Instead wild curls that tangled down to her wide hips was what Kelda possessed. A golden brown color amd usually adorn with flowers or prettily plaited. She washed it everyday with a lye soap she made with mint and lavender herbs, the lye is what caused her light brown hair to have a goldness to it. She would bathe in honeysuckle oil water she made as well and wash her face four times a day with chamomile soap and water. She dedicated these grooming times and beauty spells to Freyja.

Stiorra felt it to be silly and vain of Kelda, but these routines kept her constantly tumultuous life going, to being Uhtred's daughter, a little sane.

Kelda sewed herself dresses usually a similar color to cornflower, it was as her favorite as well as earthy blush tones, all made her hair color more pronounced, looked lovely against her sun-kissed skin (since she was always outside), made her very fully rosy lips appear more rosy, and her warm doe brown eyes appear almost golden.

She used to be very fond of Finan, and would learn Gaelic from him , but when she became older she realized how silly she was and felt nothing for him but familial love.

When she, Lady Aelswith, Stiorra, and Aethelstan were kidnapped, she was very afraid but only for the others not herself.

She vowed to do anything to protect them.

The stares of Haestens men did make her weary though, the way they'd comment on her sweet smell or her soft hair, or comment on her breasts. Stiorra squeezed her hand when she saw her sister tear up in fear of being taken by force.

But miraculously the journey to Winchester, or what was left of it, she was unharmed they all were.

When they arrived, she felt ill of the wild pregnant shieldmaiden, the Goddesses warned her she could feel it. But she stood in front of Stiorra and Aethelstan protectively looking brave and showing no weakness.

Catching the eye of the warlord, Lord Sigtryggr of Ireland.

His icy blue eyes had the most difficult time removing from this maiden who was obviously Freyja herself in the flesh.

He looked stoic to all in the room but all he could think of focus on, was how well her developed body filled out her torn blue dress, looking like a tempting huldrakall with her thick blood colored lips beckoning him like a spell, wild and beautiful goddess like hair with a color that reminded him of the sun lighting the earth, wanting to smell the locks. He looked into her wide, innocent eyes, lidded with long eyelashes and a pretty dark shade of the earth. Her cheeks are round and rosy despite her sun-kissed skin and Sigtryggr hardly recognized himself, for no maiden has ever made him feel this way. Unable to breathe, forgetting his plan and reason.

Brida demanded them to prove that they are Danes and asked the other girl who Frigga's handmaiden is, he was impressed with her correct answer proving her Dane heritage. She insulted the beauty and called her a Saxon outright. But she surprised Sigtryggr and all in the room when her sweet, soft voice spoke back with firmness. "I am a Dane like my sister, I worship Frigga and Freyja, I dance in midsommar for Sól and braid flower wreaths, I give myself to Freyja's Magick, pray at her alter. And right now I look to Snotra for guidance!"

His heart never raced so fast, and Brida seemed to recognize the girls claiming them to be the Dane-Slayer's children.

Brida wanted to throw the beauty to the men but Sigtryggr didn't let her, calmly demanding her presence with him.

Little did he know, she too could hardly take her eyes off of him as well.

#tlk sigtryggr #sigtryggr ivarsson #sigtryggr #tlk #eysteinn sigurðarson #sigtryggr x reader #sigtryggr x oc #sigtryggr x kelda uhtredsdottir #kelda uhtredsdottír

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angelsworks · 10 months

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Hi again! If you don't mind, could you write yandere Uhtred headcanons thanks in advance I look forward to it!

Yandere! Uhtred Ragnarsson x Reader

Last kingdom Masterlist -> Here

Type: Headcannon

Requested: Yes

Summary: How Uhtred behaves as a yandere and how he chases his obsession.

Warnings: Stalking, abuse of power, breeding kink, etc

Note: I like this idea. If you’d like I’d love to do some sort of short blurb about it. Or Uhtred with an unwilling darling.

It’s in his blood to take what he wants. He’s a Dane after all. For all the adventures he’s had, he’s met no one like you. No one that makes him feel the way you make him feel.

It’s strange at first. A feeling completely foreign to him.

Passion, lust, desire were all familiar among the feelings he felt for you. But this? This devotion, obsession, strange need to be linked to every part of you.

He definitely goes to see Brida to talk of his feelings. Confiding in her that he wonders if you’ve put some curse over him. It’s then that she proposes the idea of soulmates. The idea of destiny.

The thought resonates with him deeply. The idea that destiny had tied you to him. The idea that you are his.

From then on it’s his main focus to get your attention, to gain your favour.

He returns to where he had last seen you and makes excuses as to business he has there.

While Uhtred is no English man he tries his best to woo you in their ways.

Bringing you flowers, trinkets, furs and animals from his hunts. Anything he thinks will impress you. It’s all part of his endgame.

When he finally wins you over he can convince you to move to his home in Cookham. Once there there’s no chance you can leave him.

He owns the ground you now walk on. The town is filled with people loyal to him. Surrounded by guards who answer to him. There’s no chance of escape, ever.

He hopes it will never come to that.

He introduces you to his friends. His says your name with such love and adorations. It’s clear to anyone how deep the Dane cares for you.

You haven’t been in Cookham long before Uhtred demands asks you to marry him.

Of course you say yes. He gives you no reason not to.

The ceremony is small and intimate, filled with only his closest friends in the traditional Dane manner.

The after party however, is filled with people from all over the land. It’s then that Uhtred starts to drop his facade. Over the course of the night he dials up the PDA to 100. Finding any excuse to hold you or touch you.

Most at the party see it as normal newly wed behaviour. Yet he knew the truth. He was marking his territory to every man in that room. To every person who had even the slightest idea that you could be theirs.

From then on he makes it clear to everyone, everyday, just how much you belong to him.

Almost every night he makes love to you in every which way. Filling you to the brim with his seed.

It won’t be long before you’re walking around, plump and pregnant with his child. Just the way he wants.

Thats just the start of what he has planned for you.

#angelsworks post #dark #the last kingdom #yandere uhtred #uhtred ragnarsson x reader #uhtred the last kingdom #yandere the last kingdom #yandere Uhtred Ragnarsson

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I love how Sihtric's fighting style is so feral and animalistic, even when he hasn't fully gotten into the fight yet. In contrast with Uhtred's graceful, fluid and somewhat flashy style or Finan's nimble dexterity, Sihtric often relies on brute, almost crazed strength in battle; slashing madly with his ax, rolling around on the ground with his opponents, slamming men into walls etc.

Thus, my secret headcanon is that he's actually a beserker (a warrior devotee of Odin who goes into a trance-like state in battle where they channel and fight as a ferocious animal, often a bear or wolf). He's been initiated into the mysteries but he doesn't allow himself to fully enter the trance so he doesn't accidentally kill any of the people on his side.

Sihtric is deathly afraid of hurting any of his friends, especially the Christians/non-Danes who may not be able to understand what is happening quickly enough to disengage and avoid him until the trance is over. So he channels the bear; sacred to Odin, but he holds the fog back from completely enveloping his mind.

#sihtric #sihtric kjartansson #arnas fedaravicius #the last kingdom #tlk #seven kings must die #tbf I just like the idea beserkers so maybe this is me just trying to insert the thing I like into the show I like #TLK never mentions or alludes beserkers not even in passing

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levithestripper · 2 years

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Misc. The Last Kingdom Headcanons Part 2

masterlist

warnings: gender-neutral reader, some parts are modern!au, talk of having children (no pregnancy mention), season 4 episode 5 + 9 spoilers only (spoilers start at the last three paragraphs for aldhelm's section.

relationships: leofric/reader, leofric/uhtred, osferth/reader, aldhelm/reader, aldhelm/aethelflaed.

included characters: leofric, osferth, and lord aldhelm.

length: 1.2k || read on ao3 ⤷ if you want to be added to the taglist click here

part one || part two [you're here]

a/n: the creators of this show need to pay for my therapy or else.

⤷ Leofric

Leofric isn’t a man you’d expect to find in a jewelry store. The first—and only—time he would find himself inside one is when he’s shopping for an engagement ring.

If you’re not a ring person, he’ll buy you an engagement piece in whatever form of jewelry you prefer. Even if you dislike all kinds of jewelry, Leofric’ll find something to propose to you with. He could care less about what it is, as long as it’s something that makes you feel special.

Leofric is a dog person for life; one can change his mind. He’d love to have a couple of big dogs of his own, but as of right now, he’s too busy to take care of them properly. If he could choose, his favorite breeds are Irish Wolfhounds or any kind of Mastiff.

His favorite flavor of ice cream is definitely raspberry. His favorite fruit is raspberries; they’re easy to find and delicious. He doesn’t put anything on it, either. It’s perfect, just the way it is.

In a modern!au, Leofric would love to take you on dates to the zoo or the drive-through to catch a late-night movie.

When he takes you to the zoo, his favorite exhibits are the lions and snow leopards. He loves to see them slink around their enclosure or watch them sit and relax in the shade with each other. He could sit and watch them for hours; he finds them comforting.

Leofric enjoys taking Uhtred to late drive-in movies after a nice dinner date somewhere. Leofric drives a dark blue pickup truck with a big flatbed, which is perfect for this sort of thing. Once they park, he lines it with pillows and blankets so they can relax and watch the movie in comfort. Not wanting to keep his car on all night, Leofric sets up a small handheld radio so they can hear it.

⤷ Osferth

Osferth isn’t a ring person, so when he goes shopping for engagement jewelry for you, he gears more towards necklaces. Whenever you’re wearing one, he can’t help but look at how it sits on your neck and collarbones.

He enjoys buying jewelry for you, so he’d become a frequent customer in the local jewelry store. You’d have to ask him to stop because if he has enough silver, he will buy your more.

Unlike his uncle, Osferth is a cat person through and through. If he could spend the entire day with them, he would, in a heartbeat. He loves it when they sit on his chest and make muffins. Whenever Uhtred can’t find him, the first place he looks is the barn, always finding him curled up with the barn cats.

Osferth’s favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip. Literally, everyone thinks it’s horrible, but he doesn’t give one fuck about what they think about it. He will eat an entire pint of it without remorse.

When it comes to dates, he loves taking you on simple, domestic dates, like shopping or a farmers market. He loves to take you shopping, ‘specially for clothes. Seeing you model the clothes you picked out outside the dressing room for him makes his heart throb with affection.

Don’t even bother trying to pay for anything you want to buy. Osferth is paying for your things, and you don’t have a choice. But if you genuinely want to pay for something, he’ll agree to go half and half. He pays for the first activity, then you pay for the next, and so on, and so forth.

But his favorite kind is when you both stay in and watch a movie or TV show together, snuggled up on the couch. Ultimately, Osferth doesn’t care what the activity is as long as he’s with you.

⤷ Lord Aldhelm

When it’s time for Aldhelm to buy engagement jewelry, he’s more traditional about it. Of course, if you don’t like rings, he won’t get you one. But if you do like them, he’s through the roof.

He really enjoys ring shopping, don’t ask him why. He likes fantasizing about all the different possibilities that he could get, imagining what ring would look best on you. In his opinion, all of them would look stunning, but he doesn’t have that much silver, unfortunately.

Aldhelm is so excited to marry you that it’s not even funny. All he wants to do is live out the rest of his life with you in Mercia.

He’s the biggest family man you’ll find in all of England. He’d love to have children with you, but if you’re incapable to have your own/don’t want to, he will just as happily adopt children with you.

If you don’t want children at all, don’t be afraid to tell him that. He loves you, and you come first, so if you don’t want kids, he supports you. Sure, he’d love to have kids to call his own, but that’s not a must for him. His top priority is that you are the happiest you can be, and he’ll do anything to achieve that.

Aldhelm doesn’t see ‘family’ strictly as the traditional nuclear kind. Sure, a family can be parents and their children, but a family can also be a couple and their pets, a group of friends, or a found family sort of dynamic.

If you asked him if he’s a cat person or a dog person, Aldhelm wouldn’t be able to give you a straight answer. He can’t seem to pick between them! How can he be expected to choose between two fluffy, adorable creatures? If he could have a cat on his lap and a dog snuggled to his side at the same time, he’d die a happy man.

Ideally, Aldhelm would love to have a dog and a cat of his own. He could care less what kind of dog (he loves them all equally), but he’s always wanted an orange cat. He can’t get enough of how stupid they are.

His favorite flavor of ice cream is birthday cake. There’s just something about it that makes it better than any other kind for him. He’s a sucker for sweets, so it’s the perfect flavor. Don’t leave anything sweet where he can reach because it’ll be gone before you know it. Cookies, candy, you name it, he’ll eat it.

Aldhelm can be found snacking on something 24/7. This man is never not hungry. He always has a snack in his pockets, no matter where he is or what he’s doing. He’s like a walking garbage disposal.

After battles, you can find him sitting in a patch of clean grass, chewing on a strip of salted and dried beef. You don’t even need to ask; to have one; he’s already handing it to you. It has sort’ve become a silent tradition between the two of you.

Napping with him is a must. He loves his sleep, but sleeping with you is even better. He’s an amazing cuddle partner, causing you to never want to leave his embrace. Aldhelm is a walking furnace, so combined with the furs on your bed, you’ve never been this comfortable in your life.

After King Aethelred dies, Aldhelm is finally able to properly confess to the Lady Aethelflaed. Much to his surprise, she accepted his advances eagerly, sending him over the moon and beyond.

Once Aethelflaed is crowned Queen, she’s even more worn out than she was before, so the time she gets to snuggle up and nap with Aldhelm is her favorite.

Their alone time consists mostly of making out. Aldhelm can lay in bed and kiss her for literal hours and not get bored. There’s just something about her that’s intoxicating.

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+ · 。~ my besties aethelstan and cynlaef

pairing: cynlaef x f! OC (platonic), aethelstan x f! OC (platonic?), other characters mentioned | genre: headcanons, fluff, a tiny bit of angst, humor, found family | warnings: none | wc: 1k+ |

synopsis: being uhtreds youngest daughter and being best friends with aethelstan and cynlaef.

note: These are just some headcanons for a Wattpad fic I have for my OC (Eisa ) Uhtred’s youngest daughter. I’m thinking of also publishing it here. Just let me know in the comments if you guys would like that. My requests are open!

thank you @ivarthebadbitch for letting me use the lovely gifs <3

☆ Eisa first met Aethelstan when they were children (8). He was extremely quiet and timid, and she was loud and mischievous. He found her quite intimidating, but that didn't stop her from trying to befriend the quiet boy.

☆ The two of them got closer when her dad took him in.

☆ Eisa and Aethelstan met cynlaef a few years later and the three of them immediately hit it off. Cynlaef was only a year older than the two.

☆ The three of them only got closer as time passed. They even had a reputation of always being up to no good when the three of them were together…which was always.

☆ Trouble always seemed to follow the three of them. And when they did get in trouble they were always sent to uhtred or finan, the two boys would send Eisa in first knowing that the two men couldn't stay mad at her for long.

☆ The three of them knew everything about each other. To the point that they knew what eachother was thinking, just by looking at each other. A talent that annoyed a lot of people.

☆ The three love to bother Young uhtred, they were always testing his patience.

☆ They also loved messing with Finan, especially when they were bored. The trio would act extremely nice to finan to the point that it gets suspicious, making him think that they did something. When the trio never did anything.

“Okay what are the three of ya shits up to?”

“Nothing uncle finan, Why?”

☆ The innocent smiles they would give Finan would make him groan in anger and leave, mumbling curses to himself. Leaving the trio to laugh and enjoy the ale he left behind.

☆ In all honesty the trio was finan’s nightmare and god did they love it. Finan had no way near enough patience for them.

☆ Eisa, Aethelstan and cynlaef were the designated babysitters for sihtric and sidgeflaed. Most of the time it wasn't too bad, the kids really liked the trio, but sometimes it got a little…chaotic. Aethelstan and cynlaef were in charge of the entertainment and Eisa was in charge of watching over them all. (Yes including Aethelstan and cynlaef)

☆ The trio was also in charge of walking anyone back home if they were too drunk, Well it was mostly Aethelstan and Eisa because somehow cynlaef would end up drunk too.

☆ When it was summer the trio was almost always found by the river; probably trying to push each other in. Eisa would even convince finan, sihtric osferth and Uhtred to join. And if they were lucky young uhtred would join.

☆ Annual and accidental sleepovers were big in the trio's friendship!

☆ Eisa would be sleeping peacefully in her bed, Aethelstan would be sleeping on a fur blanket in front of the fireplace in eisa’s room with a book at his side, Cynlaef would be hunched over at eisa’s desk or asleep next to Aethelstan.

☆ Eisa’s father uhtred many times would go check on her in the middle of the night only to find the two boys asleep on her floor.

☆ He definitely wasn't happy about it first but he slowly got over it…very slowly.

☆ The trio has so many inside jokes.They would be in a corner just laughing and talking about them and finan’ osferth and sihtric would just be watching them with a confused look, trying to understand what they are saying. (they don't)

☆ Eisa and cynlaef tease Aethelstan all the time for being a ‘good boy’. He always listens to uhtred and the others.

☆ Eisa and Aethelstan tease cynlaef all the time when he does stupid things or says stupid stuff. (I'm sorry he just gives off such himbo vibes?!?!)

☆ And Aethelstan and cynlaef like teasing Eisa about the small crush she had on sihtric when she was younger. It would usually ends with her embarrassed and shouting at the two and them running for their lives.

☆ There is just a lot of teasing in the friendship and it's all out of love ofc.

☆ The three of them love training together. Well more like Eisa loves training with them.

☆ When Eisa had an ax or sword in her hand it just made her 100% more intimidating, and she was really good with them too.

☆ So most of the time Eisa trained with sihtric while the two boys watched with wide eyes.

☆ Eisa liked to tease them saying that sihtric was the only one who could keep up with her anyway.

☆ Christmas/yule was the trio's favorite time of year. They would plan so many things.

☆ Snowball fights? Yes.

☆ Making snowman? yes.

☆ Throwing snow at Finan and young uhtred when they least expect it? Yes.

☆ Stealing warm ale from the ale house and drinking it in eisa’s room? Yes.

☆ They would spend months finding each other perfect gifts. Aethelstan always got Eisa the best gift, they were a lot more personal. (something that cynlaef teases him about when there alone)

☆ Sitting next to each other at the feast and messing with finan, Whenever finan would get distracted they would take his cup of ale and switch it with water, sometimes they even got sihtric involved. The trio would end up blaming it on osferth.

☆ Sitting next to the fire together and listening to Finan and Sihtrics horror stories.

☆ Uhtred puts the three of them on lookout duty as punishment whenever they get in trouble. Little does he know that they actually enjoy it. The trio could make any situation fun if they tried.

☆ They definitely get yelled at many times for being too loud or laughing at serious times, well mostly Eisa and Cynlaef…Aethelstan is too much of a good boy.

☆ There is so much trust in this friendship.

☆ Cynlaef and Aethelstan like to think that they are the ones protecting Eisa but in reality Eisa is the one protecting them.

☆ Eisa and Aethelstan helped teach cynlaef how to read.

☆ Cynlaef likes teaching Eisa more about the gods, Eisa loves listening and he talks a lot so it works out perfectly.

☆ Cynlaef is the first person Eisa and Aethelstan would go to if they needed uplifting.

☆ Even with his carefree spirit cynlaef could be intimidating if he needed to.

☆ Cynlaef is such a flirt! Eisa and aethelstan loved watching him make a fool of himself when he flirts with the woman at the ale house.

☆ Cynlaef used to playfully flirt with Eisa all the time and it never bothered her because she knew he was joking. But when cynlaef noticed that his flirting with Eisa was bothering Aethelstan he stopped. (Eisa ofc didn't know this)

☆ When it's just cynlaef and Aethelstan, Cynlaef loves to tease Aethelstan about Eisa all the time and how differently he acts around her.

☆ Aethelstan is extremely protective of the people he loves, he will do anything to keep them safe.

☆ Whenever Aethelstan is upset or angry Eisa can always find him training or at the dock, watching the water.

☆ Aethelstan hates being alone, it reminds him of his childhood where he had no one. Now that he has people, he doesn't want to leave them.

☆ Aethelstan often sneaks into eisa’s room at night whenever he gets nightmares.

☆ Aethelstan will have late night talks with eisa where he talks about the small memories he had of his mother, or things about his childhood he wouldn’t tell anyone else.

☆ Cynlaef and Eisa can tell when something is bothering Aethelstan because he becomes quieter than usual.

☆ Aethelstan loves reading to Eisa and cynlaef.

☆ Aethelstan is an observer, he likes watching the people around him.

☆ Eisa loves to draw, her room has many drawings everywhere, most of them being Aethelstan.

☆ The trio has their own special spot in the woods, they often go there when they have nowhere else to be. The boys can often find Eisa there sitting down and leaning against a tree drawing.

☆ Eisa has a fear of lightning and thunder so they always come over to stay with her so she's not alone.

☆ Whenever Eisa leaves to go visit Stiorra and Sigtryggr the boys just wander around, not knowing what to do now that she’s gone. The others notice a change in them and bring it up a few times.

☆ Finan thinks it's funny how they deny it but go back to pouting a few minutes later. The point is they miss eisa when she’s away for more than 2 days. They're kinda clingy.

☆ When she comes back from her visit, they demand to spend the day with her and if she can't they would go back to being pouty and huffy.

☆ Eisa’s favorite person is Sihtric. ( it doesn't really go along with the genre of headcanons, but i just had to say it)

☆ Going horseback riding and having races…the boys won’t admit it but Eisa wins most of the time.

☆ They get yelled at almost once a week for being late to their duties.

☆ Eisa having to get used to the fact that no boy will ever step close to her because of all the intimidating men she’s surrounded

☆ Late night conversations that would last for hours, talking about random things or more…emotional things. The three of them had been through a lot and they feel very comfortable talking to each other about it.

☆ Their friendship means a lot to them, and they will do anything for each other.

- Time for that cute trend I saw -

Cynlaef: golden retriever

Aethelstan: black retriever

Eisa: black cat

Cynlaef: sun

Aethelstan: stars

Eisa: moon

Cynlaef: sunshine

Aethelstan: sunshine protector

Eisa: protects both

Cynlaef: gets lost.

Aethelstan: tries to help but gets them more lost.

Eisa: human compass

Cynlaef: smiles

Aethelstan: blank stare

Eisa: smirks

Cynlaef: ale drinker

Aethelstan: water drinker

Eisa: tea drinker

Aethelstan: reader

Eisa: writer

Cynlaef: hates both

Aethelstan: “What is it?...Why are you laughing?”

Eisa: “I just think it's adorable when you act all tough”

Cynlaef: can't stop laughing.

note:

So this was very fun to write! And I hope it was fun for you to read!

As I said in the beginning, these are some headcanons for my oc and a Wattpad book I'm working on. I have published it, but the first chapter isn't out yet.

my Wattpad account is the same as my username and the story is called "Bleeding stars."

I love aethelstan and cynlaef and i can't wait to write more about them! I also love my oc Eisa, and I really hope you like her so far. I'm super excited to show you more of her and her story!

I do hope you enjoyed this! Likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

#the last kingdom #aethelstan #cynlaef #the last kingdom x oc #aethelstan x oc #cynlaef x oc #aethelstan the last kingdom #aethelstan tlk #cynlaef the last kingdom #cynlaef tlk #the last kingdom oc #the last kingdom fluff #headcanon

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