Y/n's POV
Year 866
I woke up later that night just before I was brought into a huge pagans hall. My hands were bound behind my back as the Dane carried me over his shoulder. I looked up at the sound of cheers and screams glancing around in fear before my eyes landed on my brother who was also being led into the hall but by rope that was around his neck.
I went to speak but he shook his head so I stayed quiet as the Dane walked towards the stairs. I watched as a king was strung up and fighting Dane's, though he was barely fighting. I saw a priest handing from a beam, arms straight and nailed as if he was on a cross.
"Leave her! She is to live. Some of these young ones can come in useful." The Dane said as he put me down on the ground un-binding my hands and removing the rope from Uhtreds neck. He took us by the back of our shirts and marched us up the stairs and put us down in two seats opposite an older man.
"Father, these are the children I spoke of." He said.
"The ones who almost killed you? And you're leaving them with me?" Uhtred turned to me with wide eyes at the man's words to which I shrugged off, now not being the time to explain things.
"I've never seen anyone get the better of you yet." The Dane called before leaving us there with the older man.
I glanced over the railing of the upper part of the hall watching as the Dane's celebrated their win at Eoferwic and tortured Christian prisoners as if it were some sort of game.
"Cut me some chicken. Careful, the blade is sharp. It can kill a man." The man opposite Uhtred and myself said. I turned to look at him holding a knight towards my brother and that's when I saw that his eyes were clouded over. He was blind.
"The chicken is on your platter." Uhtred said after taking the knife and cutting the cooked chicken that was on a separate platter before placing it on the platter in front of the blind man.
"Have you always been blind?" I asked in a quiet voice as curiosity got the best of me.
"Oh, I see enough. So who have they
been killing below?" He answered before asking us to tell him what was going on below.
"Prisoners." My brother said as a woman was strung up and lifted off the ground by the rope that was being pulled over a beam by a few Dane men below. They let go of the rope and she fell to the floor in a disturbing sound of blood splattering and bones breaking.
"Just now a king." I said as I watched a Dane with a bald patch on top of his head swing his sword at the chained up king that had been fighting the Dane's.
"Did he die well?" The blind man asked.
"No." I whispered.
"Then he shouldn't have been king." He dismissed before shoving more chicken into his mouth. "Tell me, who sits in the middle of the hall?" He asked but the question went unheard as a Dane shoved a Christian over the railings behind us. He fell to the floor with a splat and a small yelp escaped my lips. "Is it the big man and a small man?" He asked, ignoring my yelp.
"Yes, and a grey man sits in between them." Uhtred answered as I cuddled up to his side.
"If you get to live, you should beware of the big man. Ubba. My advice for you is to never cross Ubba and never, never fight him." The blind man warns us, his cloudy eyes stare at us almost as if he could see straight into our souls.
"If we get to live?" I asked in a small voice.
"He listens to no one but the gods. Men who take their orders from the gods are unpredictable." He explains though Uhtred ignores him and asks once again.
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From Cradle To The Grave~ Sihtric Kjartansson x Reader
Fanfiction~ SLOW UPDATES ~ Chapter Lengths Vary ~ Uhtred and Y/n were born twins to the lord Uhtred of Bebbanburg. After the Dane's won the battle of Eoferwic the two were ransomed to the Earl Ragnar and brought up as if they were Danes. While living among th...
