"I can't. This is wrong," Ælflæd whispered, her hands trembling as she pushed Sihtric away, though her fingers lingered for a heartbeat too long. Sihtric frowned, hurt flashing across his face. "How is it wrong?" "Because the Danes took everything from me," she said, her voice cracking. "My home. My family. I'm supposed to hate you. I'm supposed to hate all of you. My faith demands it. My people demand it." He stepped closer, but slower this time, as if approaching a frightened animal. "And what do you demand?" She swallowed. "God says it is wrong." "Does he?" Sihtric asked gently. "Or do men speak for him?" Her breath faltered. "If loving me brings you peace instead of pain... if it makes you feel alive instead of hollow... how can that be wrong?" he continued. "I am not the man who hurt you. I would burn before I ever became them." Silence fell between them. Nothing about him felt dark. And that terrified her more than anything. The Last Kingdom Season 1 - Female Oc x Sihtric Kjartansson

Freya has always belonged to war. To blood. To blades. To the gods that never answered. But when Sihtric Kjartansson enters her life, she begins to wonder if there is more to living than surviving. And in a world where loyalty can be bought, broken, or buried, wanting something for herself may be the most dangerous choice she ever makes. (s2-5+seven kings must die)

She had known many names throughout her life - men had the tendency to rename her. Her brothers had renamed her first, stripping her of her pagan heritage as they tried to make a god-fearing child out of her. Thore Ivarson had renamed her after he had claimed her, his sword cutting through flesh and bone of the ones she had once known as family - until she couldn't even remember their names. Everyone had tried to mould her to their liking; twisting and stretching her bones and skin, cutting out parts they didn't want and adding those they wanted her to embody. For as long as she could remember she had been a pawn in the hands of men to whom she bowed and to whom she obliged. For him she always had been a shadow that he wanted to bring into the light, his fingers barely grasping her even when she stood near; her face always hidden with only her eyes burning themselves into his mind until he believed the Three Spinners themselves had woven his dreams. Sihtric Kjartansson found himself entangled in the dark tendrils of her bing, drawn to her by whatever higher power had taken hold of them both and ignoring the obsacles that awaited him when he would be able to reach her. Little did he know that the greatest obstacle would be found in herself, for who could rely on a person that mistook poison for love and love for poison? "What was your sweetest lie," he whispered. "That I loved you," she answered with her heart erupting into countless pieces. Everyone knew that the Shadow-Wife of Thore Ivarson was not capable of love. But Zvora Vranek wanted to be. Sihtric Kjartansson x OC @plavvusa

REWRITING ✵ 'You will find me when you return, even if you're a thousand years late.' In which Lynette the bastard daughter of Ælfric is given to Earl Kjartan of Dunholm in hopes to keep some semblance of peace among the two Lords. Quiet and reserved Lynette kept to herself out of fear, always obeying and doing as told to do. Through the orchard of thorned flowers that is her mind Sihtric Kjartansson, the bastard and ignored son of Kjartan, managed to cut the thorns and make home between the foliage of mysteries that obscure her. ---- #1 in thelastkingdomfanfic #1 in sihtric #1 in uhtredragnarsson #4 in sihtrickjartansson #5 in tragiclovestory

There are two types of slavery. Finan had experienced the physical kind; forced to work to the bone, tortured with labour day after day and given no name but his new occupation. Lyssa was a slave to marriage, to her husband, to the men in her life and she ached for freedom despite knowing that she was stronger than them all; that she could kill them with her sword. Finding her brother, Uhtred, the Dane-Slayer, was the plan. Finding Finan the Agile was not. In her was a kindness he longed for and him a now physical freedom that she dreamed of. Finan is running from a past and Lyssa, a present. What could they possibly find in each other that they could not create themselves? Finan the Agile x OC [Mid Season 2 - Seven Kings Must Die]

In a world of power and peril, Sihtric and Embla are drawn together by forces they cannot control. Secrets, loyalty, and desire pull them into a story where every choice matters.

"I don't know who I am without duty." In which Æthelflæd's lady-in-waiting finds an unlikely family in Uhtred's band, and must learn to live for herself. sihtric x fem!OC

When Signe was young, Earl Ragnar banished her father Kjartan and half-brother Sven from his land. But instead of condemning her to the same fate, he took the girl he was already fond of and raised her alongside his own children, as well as the Saxon slaves Brida and Uhtred. Years later when Earl Rangnar is killed, a devastated and enraged Signe joins Uhtred on his quest to reclaim his birthright and to kill the man who took their family from them. To kill her father, Kjartan *** - Eventual FemOC X Finan (but unbelievably slow burn - as in, we start in season 1 and he doesn't appear until season 2, sort of slow) - multiple love interests. (?) - I think I accidently made the Fem OC have an emotional affair with Alfred.

"Lord, I would never say this to a Saxon, but she needs you. She is of two worlds, if someone were to find out, she'd be dead...She needs you, lord." Lord Aldhelm, one of the greatest warriors of Mercia, was a mysterious man. Not much was known about him, outside of his role. Only a few knew about his secret, bastard child, Saehild. He hid her well throughout her youth. But she was a ever growing warrior of her own, becoming as strong headed as her father, and inheriting his heart. While the changing lands are out of his control, can Aldhelm protect her for much longer?

༺♰༻ She had travelled far and wide, through lands that reeked of iron and incense, where saints bled and sinners prayed. She had warred with angels and supped with devils, her blade wet with mercy and vengeance alike. She had watched kingdoms crawl gasping from the womb, only to be cradled by the wrong kings, crowned by unworthy hands. She had seen men die with her name fumbling from their lips, a final breath wasted on a woman made of storm and bone. She had known cruelty so intimately it had become her second skin and now, somehow, she was beginning to know love. It frightened her. It softened her. Perhaps that was why it felt like dying. Maybe, she thought, she'd choose love anyway. Reciprocity- it all came down to that in the end, Karasteinna supposed. Love was not conquest nor surrender, not giver nor receiver but the trembling place between. As with lovers: when it is right, you cannot say who is kissing whom or whose soul is devouring the other. You only know that you are both burning and for once, neither of you minds. the last kingdom finan x oc season 2 - ??? smut warning