A Saint To A Sinner

2.13

The four of them made their way to the square to watch Uhtred fight Bloodhair. Y/N watched in nervousness as Uhtred fought with a blunt sword. She hated it. The more she watched the fight, the more she realised one thing. This wasn't a fight between Uhtred and Bloodhair. This was a fight between the power of Dane and Saxon. The power of truth and right.
"We're going to end up keeping Skade. Are we not?" Y/N whispered to Sihtric, her eyes watching the fight, as she hid behind Sihtrics arm. Holding him tightly.
"Uhtred needs to rid himself of the curse." Sihtric clenched his hands. His knuckles turned white as the Danes shouted for Uhtred's deaths. Y/N turned her body to face him. "I reckon Uhtred fancies her."
"You gossip worse than Finan, woman." Y/N grinned as Sihtric turned to face her. Sihtric broke a smile before shaking his head. Watching the fight.
"She might be right, though." Osferth said, wincing at the fight. Y/N grimaced too, when Uhtred fell, clutching Sihtrics arm, again. The fight was becoming brutal, and Finan had enough.
"Right yu dirty bastards. Yu wanna play that game." Finan disarmed one of Ragnars' men to take Uhtreds sword. Uhtred took the sword, slashing Bloodhair's shoulder, kicking him to the floor. Bloohair grabbed the axe, accepting his failure.
"It's over." Ragnar pushed Uhtred to the floor, ending the fight. Y/N and Sihtric looked at each other. A confused expression formed on their faces. As they watched Ragnar allow Uhtred to leave quietly.

Sihtric pushed Y/N forward, heading to the horses. It was better to get out than stay and fight Ragnar.
"I guess Skade will have my horse." Sihtric shook his head in humour as he lifted her up before sliding in behind her. Y/N frowned when she watched Skade get on her horse. Wishing Uhtred would have gifted her one.
"Skade. He must remain cursed. It is your duty." Bloodhair called out.
"He has defeated you twice. It is over. I belong to Uhtred now." Y/N looked at Finan as he climbed on his horse. Giving him a look of discomfort. Finan tried to reassure her that none of them wished for her to be here. Brida shot a spear at the gates, shouting at Uhtred. Y/N knew the bond between them was fully broken now, and it was all because of the Lady Athelflaed. The Lady Athelflaed was being threatened by her husband and asked for Uhtred's sword and support.
"What is funny." Sihtric whispered. His breath tickled her ear. "That Uhtred likes to save women more than fighting in a battle."
"That is true." Y/N could hear the smile in Sihtrics voice. It made her smile. She was glad they were happy again. Even if it was for a short while, while they journeyed to Wincelcumb. Although, Y/N was still upset with the fact Skade was still around. It bothered her. She worried whether Skade would place another curse back on her or target her husbands.

Y/Ns anxiety increased when they stopped to set up camp. She tried to distract herself by making conversation with Thyra, but her annoyance of Skade could not ease her mind.
"Finan." Y/N called. Her voice was quiet. It was too quiet that he didn't hear her. It was only when he turned around, he pulled her into his arms. Planting a kiss on her forehead. Finans eyes searched hers, noticing the worry and the avoidance of his gaze.
"I know yu don't like her here." Finan whispered into her ear."I am trying to help Uhtred break the damn curse. I swear it to yu woman, but the bloody witch is getting stronger." Finan was right. Skade was getting stronger, the more she toyed with Uhtred.
"Do you think Uhtred loves her?"
"It is the curse. I know it is." Y/N grimaced at Finans words, as she watched Uhtred lead Skade off into the distance.
"Siht." Y/N called Sihtric over. "Do you think she uses a doll?"
"A doll?" Finan asked, not understanding what his wife was talking about.
"She means a poppet. They are the form of the person. In the shape of a doll. Though I have never seen her use or make one." Sihtric looked back at the spot Uhtred was.
"That's it. We kill her and bury her alive." Sihtric and Y/N laughed at Finan's phrase. The phrase he would use when he had no idea what to do.
"I'm serious, Sihtric." Finan said, clutching Y/N closet towards him. Her head fell against his chin, looking at Sihtric, who rolled his eyes.
"If we kill her. Can I cut your beard off." Y/N said. Finan huffed, still liking his long beard.
"No yu can not."