A Saint To A Sinner

2.21

Nothing made sense to her. The more she thought about it, the more confused she got. She replayed every conversation and every thought in her head as she tried to understand bow they were all cursed, but she could not see it. She did not see how Skade had the power to destroy them all through Uhtred. The only thought she had was that Y/N was cursed through Uhtred which meant Finan and Sihtric were cursed through her, but she had broken the curse, so that should mean it was broken for her husbands. Unless, Y/N was connected from Sihtric or Finan, which meant they were still cursed.
"What are you thinking about, Y/N? You look like your coming up with a plan to escape." Osferth grunted, pulling her out of her noisy thoughts. Y/N moved her head to the left, seeing Osferth on the otherside of the room in his bed. Both wrapped in bandages underneath the fur.
"Are you cursed?" Y/N asked, watching his face scrunch up.
"I don't think so." Y/N moved her head to look back at the ceiling, shuffling her legs to get comfortable.
"Why do you ask?" Osferth watched her squint at the ceiling as she tried to figure out whether they were still cursed.

Finan eventually appeared, bringing in cups of ale and food to them. Osferth shuffled upwards, allowing Finan to place his food on his lap before he turned to his wife, a concerned look on his face.
"I got yu something. Father Beocca said it should help with the pain in yur stomach." Y/N took the vile in her hands, staring at it.
"Fin. My shoulder hurts more. I don't need it, now." Finan laughed, his head falling to her stomach. Y/N stroked his head, appreciating the vile, as he still made an attempt to make her feel better.
"Let me help yu sit up." Finan gently lifted her, helping her sit up. Finan moved the bandages to see how the wound was doing.
"This or ale?" Y/N took the vile and sniffed it. A strange scent was found within the vile. A metallic like smell. Y/N poured the vile in the ale, deciding to mix the two together before drinking it. Making the ale taste sour, causing her to splutter.
"Maybe don't do both, ey?" Y/N looked at him, trying to read him. To find any sign of him being cursed.
"What are yu looking at me like that for?"
"Are you cursed? Like, so you feel anything uncomfortable?" Finan placed his hand on her forehead.
"Are yu sick? Maybe the wound is deeper than I thought."
"I'm serious, Fin." Finan sighed, forcing the cup back to her lips. Y/N sighed. It did not make sense to her. Maybe Sihtric was just paranoid, or maybe he was cursed to, and it was getting to him. That she did not know.
"Where is Sihtric?" Y/N asked, looking at Finan, who scratched his beard. "Finan, where is he?"
"Sihtric will come to visit yu in the morning." He promised as he looked back at Osferth, who pretended to be asleep. "Sihtric is a little drunk, though. After his pride was hurt when yu saved his arse." Y/N rolled her eyes as she pulled the fur from her legs, trying to get up. Finan pushed her slightly, not wanting her to get up.
"I will go to him."
"No yu will not. Yu have to rest Y/N." Y/N smiled gently. She needed to see him. She did not want him to worry about her or blame himself. He trained her to be a warrior, and she succeeded in that because of him.
"Finan. I can not let him blame himself." Y/N reached for her shoes. "Just for a few moments."

Finan pulled his cloak around her to keep her warm as they walked to the Alehouse, where they found Sihtric alone, buried in his cup. Y/N looked at Finan, who shrugged at the state of him.
"I told yu."
"Surely it is not just me that's bothering him." Y/N whispered to Finan, who gave her look, warning her. She knew it was the curse that was bothering him, but she wasn't there to argue with him this time. She only wanted to comfort him.
"I do not need to be scolded like a child." Sihtric said as they approached him. Y/N sat down opposite him.
"I am not here to scold you." Y/N said as she looked at him. Noticing how pale and tired he looked. His hair was a mess. It was still covered in dirt from that fight.
"Well, that is a first for you." Sihtric spat. Y/N shook her head at Finan, telling him not to say another word to him. She knew he was angry, but she did not wish to start an argument in front of the prisoners.
"Can I not see my husband?" Y/N asked, trying to reach for his hand, but he pulled it away.
"You have seen me. Now you can go." Sihtric glared at her as he lifted his cup up.
"Yu do not have to speak to her like that." Finan whispered. Y/N scratched her eyebrow, not knowing what else to say or do.
"Speak to her, like what? Like she does not speak to me in such a way!" Sihtric challenged glaring at Finan. Y/N shook her head, feeling Sihtrics frustration.

He had every right to be angry at her, so she accepted it. Even if that meant sitting in silence until Uhtred arrived.
"How are you and Osferth, Y/N?" Uhtred asked, sitting down at the table.
"Well enough." Y/N said quietly.
"He's sleeping. As should Y/N be and the rest of us." Finan crossed his arms, looking between Sihtric and Y/N. "Just as soon as he's recovered, we should attempt to recover Skade. Y/N will go back to Winchester and stay with Father Beocca." Y/N sighed at Finans decision. Knowing she would not be able to fight again for a while.
"Once again." Finan ignored Sihtrics comment before he carried on, looking at his wife worriedly. "So long as she is free, Lord, yu are cursed."
"Skade is with the Danes. We can not reach her. We will not chase her to our deaths." Y/N knew Uhtred was defeated, but she did not expect him to give up so easily.
"Death will find us regardless." Y/N looked at Finan warily. Sihtrics temper had started to rise again over the topic of the curse, and it worried Y/N.
"Do you have something to say to me, Sihtric?" Uhtred looked at Sihtric, concern written on his face.
"No, he does not." Finan warned Sihtric, but Sihtric would not listen and continued to push. "Except that enough of us have already died."
"Yu are a warrior. Death is a hazard." Finan interrupted, silencing Sihtric. Y/N watched Sihtric carefully. She could feel the anger. The way he clenched his hands and un clenched them.
"I've decided to go to Ragnar. I must help him find peace."
"All you will find at Ragnar's graveside is ghosts." Y/N breathed in looking between Sihtric and Uhtred. Y/N gave an apologetic look at Uhtred, who nodded at her. Uhtred knew Sihtric was not in the right frame of mind.

"No man who serves Uhtred can rest, not until Skade is reclaimed." Sihtric taunted.
"Sihtric, you are drunk and tired." Finan whispered. Y/N got up when she saw Uhtred stop, her hands resting on the table, feeling an argument was about to rise.
"Yes. I am tired." Sihtrics voice started to raise. "Of marching north and then south. Being called a traitor for abandoning my wife! For what." Sihtric spat at her. Finan placed his arm on back, grabbing her tunic to hold her in place. Y/N clenched Finans cloak around her before pulling Finans arm off of her.
"Then leave." Uhtred said.

Y/N moved around the table to stand behind Sihtric.
"Enough. Both of you." Y/N said. Her voice was harsh as she tried not to shed the tears that were threatening to fall down her face.
"If you are unhappy in my service leave."
"I have fought for you!" Sihtric stood up, shouting at Uhtred. Y/N moved round to grab Sihtrics arm, putting herself in front of him.
"You fight because you enjoy it." Uhtred challenged, stepping closer.
"You'd dismiss me as easy as this." Y/Ns arms tightened around both of his, holding him in place.
"Stay or go, I do not care." Sihtric moved forward, causing Y/N to grab his face, making him look at her.
"Look at me, Sihtric." Y/N pleaded as she held his face. She felt his jaw clench in her hands as his eyes locked with hers.
"Sihtric. Walk a way. For me." Y/N whispered.
"Stay or go, Sihtric Kjartansson. It is your choice." Uhtred challenged. Y/N shook her head, releasing Sihtrics face as she looked back at Finan, who was trying to calm Uhtred down.
"Make it." Uhtred challenged, causing Sihtric to harshly remove his hands from her.
"If you wish to make the square, Uhtred of Bebbanberg, let us do it." Finan pushed Y/N behind him, keeping her away from Sihtric.
"No, there will be no square made. No fighting, just sleep." Finan stressed as he watched the two stare each other down.
"Good, Jesus." Finan shook his head, pulling Y/N away, concern falling on his face. "Yu bed now."
"Fin, I will not leave him like this." Y/N stated when she heard Uhtred call his name.
"Enough, Uhtred!" Y/N shouted, almost risking it all, just to protect him. "He will come with me to Winchester." Y/N said, almost challenging him. Her arm blocking Sihtric from Uhtreds wrath.
"I will leave first light, but I will return. And if you are here still, then I will kill you."
"I said he will go to Winchester." Y/N said again, watching Uhtred walk away.

Y/N turned back around to look at Sihtric. His eyes darkened in anger as he chucked his cup across the table.
"He has cursed us all." Sihtric shouted. Finan shook his head, running his hands through his hair as he sat down at the table, giving up with Sihtric. Y/N followed, taking the cup of ale and drinking the liquid quickly. Hoping it will divert the pain from her head or her shoulder.
"She had cursed you all and Uhtred allows it." Dagfinn said, laughing at them.
"Shut yur mouth." Finan said, looking at his wife, who shook her head.
"Abandon him boy. It is your only chance. You're a Dane. First and laughed." Y/N looked at Dagfinn, then to Finan, feeling completely fed up with the situation.
"I give up." Y/N said as she got up, feeling completely frustrated with the situation. Leaving Finan with Sihtric.