Athena, the goddess of wisdom and war. That was where Athena Rangarsdóttir got her name from. The brave beauty knew how to use a sword and it was her weapon.
( THE LAST KINGDOM )
( season one - season five )
( finan x fem!oc )
( cover by @evanschri...
▃▃▃▃▃ ‧₊˚⊹ ‧₊˚⊹ ▃▃▃▃▃ THE LAST KINGDOM 𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 ─── ❛ battle of tenttenhall
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SERPENTS TONGUE ₊˚.༄𖥸 ── 𑁍₊𓄹 -- ❪ the last kingdom ❫. 𓄹 ╭ ‧₊˚⊹ 你好，欢迎光临 ╰ ✦ the Lady of Mercia╭ ᘒ ✦
Athena's mind was running with many thoughts, making her restless. She laid awake, unable to find sleep as she laid the side of her face on Finan's chest, idly drawing patterns on his chest with her fingers.
All she could think about was how Uhtred was now the Lord of Mercia. Athena knew Uhtred only accepted to make sure Æthelflæd and Ælfwynn would be safe, which Athena could not fault him for.
But Uhtred was more than Mercia.
Finan's hand traced up and down her arm, feeling goosebumps as he did so as Athena continued to draw patterns on his chest. His brown eyes were closed, but he was not asleep. He could tell she was wide awake, too. "Can't sleep?" He asked quietly, breaking the silence and opening one eye to look down at her.
Athena shook her head against his chest, pursing her lips. "No." She uttered, continuing to trace patterns onto his chest.
Finan sighed deeply, his chest moving beneath her as he did so. He continued to run his hand up and down her arm and gently squeezed her bicep. "You're quiet tonight. Somethin' on your mind?" He murmured, keeping his voice quiet.
"You could say that." Athena hummed, slowly nodding her head as she lifted her head, glancing up at him as she rested her chin against his chest.
Finan moved his hand up to Athena's jaw, his hand resting against her cheek as he tilted her head up to look up at him. "Talk to me," Finan said gently, his eyes searching for something in hers—any indicator to the thoughts that were running through her mind.
"It is complicated." Athena sighed heavily, moving to rest her arms on his chest, her chin on her arms. "Do not worry." She sent him a reassuring smile as she stared up at him.
Finan raised an eyebrow at Athena's reassurance, his thumb gently tracing along her cheek. "We've been married how long? And you still don't think I won't worry when you're troubled?" He lightly teased, making Athena roll her eyes. Then, Finan's expression softened. "If ya worried, it's something I worry about as well. You can talk to me."
Athena tilted her head to the side with a soft smile, slowly nodding her head. "I know." She breathed out, her brows furrowed. "I just worry for Uhtred."
He frowned a little, his hand finding hers as he intertwined their fingers. His dark eyes continued to search hers, his thumb brushing over her hand.
Finan had known her for many years, now. He could read Athena like an open book, and he knew exactly why she was worried for Uhtred. "About him becoming the Lord of Mercia?"
