A Saint To A Sinner

1.11

Sihtric and Finan hated leaving Y/N alone, knowing Erik and Sigefrid's men were smart and cunning. Sihtric had a feeling at the bottom of his stomach that something wasn't right once they entered London but spoke no words, praying on Thor's hammer. Finan on the other hand noticed the quietness of London, he knew it was a trap, but what, he did not know.
"And if its a trap we walk towards it." Æthlewold loudly spoke annoying Finan.
"Hey. Shut yur trap." Finan didn't want to deal with the idiot that came with them. Knowing they were to enter a trap made him nervous, it was too quiet and too predictable for Finan, but he kept his guard up.
"Æthlered!" Uhtred called over to the other side.
"Uhtred. We see not a single man." Æthlered got excited too quickly and broke the formation. Finan scanned the area trying to pinpoint what was going on, until he saw a fire. Sihtric looked at Finan before realising. A fire could be seen from a mile away. The two men looked at eachother, dread filling them when they realised where Erik and Sigefrid's men where.
"Y/N!" They both said. A sickening feeling waved over them both. They had to retreat, they both knew Y/N would not know what to do, she couldn't even fight yet.
"Æthlered the camp." Uhtred shouted before retreating to their horses, riding as fast as they could back to camp.

The closer they got to camp the worse they felt. There was not a single man left alive.
"No no no." Finan muttered jumping off his horse.
"Y/N!" Sihtric called, going in the opposite direction as Finan. Calling her name, but no answer came. Sihtric scanned every body, fearing the worst, all he could do was mutter her name, praying for a sign.
"Y/N!" Finan's voice broke as he shouted louder and louder. His heart starting to rip in two.
"Sihtric?" Finan called, but Sihric shook his head, still looking at the grass of dead men and women. And none of them were her. Sihtric looked at the woods, and a sense of hope reached him.
"BEOCCA!!" Thyra called from the woods, Sihtric stopped, his stomach turning, he needed to know where she was.
"Where is she?" Shitric demanded, his anger rising. He went to ask again when Æthlered interrupted, asking for Æthelflaed.
"Did they take my wife." Finan stepped forward, not caring for the woman, only wishing to know where Y/N was. Uhtred stepped closer, almost gently asking where the women were.
"We were running, and then she disappeared. I do not know." Finan cried out, rubbing his hands through his hair.
"And Y/N?" Sihtric wanted clarification, something in him gave him hope.
"She ran East. The Danes headed West." Finans head snapped up, watching Sihtric run straight into the woods.

Finan and Steapa followed him, spreading out, looking for her. Sihtric slowed down, trying to listen for breathing or movements, knowing she would be afraid.
"Y/N?" He called out, but there was nothing, he tried to think how far she would run. Sihtric listened again when he heard a rustle. The person moved carelessly, causing Sihtric to draw his sword incase, part of him hoped it was her. Sihtric crept quietly, lifting his sword when the person struck him across the face. It was Y/N. She dropped the sword jumping in his arms, his lips reaching hers, grabbing her face, scared it wasn't real. Sihtric could taste the blood in her mouth and pulled back to look at her. Her face was covered in blood and dirt.
"Finan. I found her." Sihtric called checking her over.

When Finan reached them, he shoved Sihtric out of the way, his bloodshot eyes looking at her, before he noticed the wound on her leg. Finan ripped he trousers, looking at the wound before looking at Sihtric.
"It must have been the adrenaline." Sihtric picked her up, carrying her in his arms.
"We'll have to stitch it up." The woman in his arms whined into his neck.
"Is she okay?" Uhtred asked, concerned at the woman covered in blood. Sihtric ignored him more concerned with her leg.
"You're the bravest woman I know." Sihtric whispered, trying to keep her awake, not wanting her to fall asleep. Finan agreed. She was the bravest woman.
"I killed that one. I tried to drag him, but he was too heavy." Y/N pointed to the dead man by the tree.
"You are a warrior." The woman hummed in response.

Finan and Steapa searched for some needles and alcohol for Sihtric to stitch up her leg. Finan might be a warrior, but he could not inflict pain on his own wife. He would rather comfort her than stitch her leg up.
"You're going to have to hold her." Sihtric placed her down on the floor looking at his wife who started to cry, she didn't want to have her thigh stitched up. Finan gave her the cup of alcohol before kneeling down next to her, placing her hands on his thighs for reassurance. Sihtric poured the alcohol on her wound, causing her to grip Finan's thighs with a hiss. Finan quickly held down her legs, knowing she would whither in pain once Sihtric put the needle in.
"Just hold on on to." Y/N screamed when she felt the needle go through her skin. "Or bite my leg." Finan growled as the woman sinked her teeth into his thighs. He didn't mind knowing she was in more pain than him.

Once Sihtric was done, he ripped his tunic underneath to act as a bandage, tying it around her thigh. Y/N lifted her head, her face covered in tears and blood.
"Are there anymore wounds." Sihtric asked, knowing it was better to stitch them all up in one go, but Y/N didn't respond, only blinking at his face.
"I don't think there are any more." Finan confirmed, checking her nose in case it was broken.
"Why?" She looked around confused. "Why am I the only one covered in blood."
"Because you're the only one who went to battle." Steapa confirmed. The battle was at the camp, not at London, hence why none of them were dirty.

Uhtred approached, telling them they needed to go back to Cookham to prepare a plan to save the Lady Æthelflaed, but neither of the men seemed to care, they where more worried about their wife.
"Sihtric. Do you enjoy torturing your wife." Sihtric sighed at Uhtred before helping Y/N up on the horse before sliding in behind her.
"Lord, it is not the time." Finan stated, his heart sunk at the state of her. Every time he left her, she was either covered in bruises or blood.
"Sihtric keeps trying to kill me. First he slit my throat. Then he tried to chop of my hand and now he's stabbing at my thigh." Y/N tried to joke, slightly exaggerating the story, causing Sihtric to tighten his arms around her.
"He did what." Finan asked.
"I did not try to chop off your hand. I knocked your sword out from your hand in training."
"I meant her throat." Finan hadn't heard the story about her neck, only assuming it came from the Danes when she was a slave.
"Sihtric threatened to kill her when he was a prisoner." Uhtred spoke up, looking at the Dane man who hid in his wife's hair.
"I love my wife dearly."
"I never said you didn't Sihtric."