Durotrigian.

Hail Thor

the last kingdom is like. forehead touches. osferth staying behind and making uhtred soup. destiny is all. lord. finan’s accent. sihtric’s soft smile. I am uhtred son of uhtred. are you his brother. we are bound I’d say. men comforting men. men showing emotion. sihtric bringing his wife flowers. finan tearing up bread and making sure uhtred eats all his food after he’s been ill. hild tending to uhtred’s wounds during sunset. you are half my life and all of my madness. now i’ll never be taken from you. hild saving serpents breath. I knew you would return. sihtric mending osferth’s broken arm. the boys being pure embodiment of saxons and danes living in harmony. uhtred worrying & wondering if there has been word from finan. you could never fail me sihtric. it is how we live that matters. uhtred settling finan’s fears of the plague. sihtric dropping ten feet from above to scare uhtred for shits and giggles. finan giving uhtred his cloak. osferth gently talking sihtric through his panic while captured and hung upside down, telling him he’ll be alright. winchester is a better place when you are here. the boys always drinking and eating meals together. going lengths to protect the ones you love while making personal sacrifices.

it’s like. how do you know he will come? because it is uhtred. finan tenderly smiling at osferth when he’s lying in a cart, wounded. he was my king… I loved him. stiorra and the boys drinking themselves beneath the table. his grave is to be marked as that of an ealdorman. aethelflaed kissing uhtred’s cheek. iseult helping alfred even though alfred hated her. alfred remembering iseult years after her death, grateful she saved edward. uhtred clutching ragnar’s sleeve. did you think we would abandon you? sihtric’s glee; we are to spy? men weeping. men hugging. beocca’s forehead kisses. we will name our first child uhtred. no you will not. no we will not! soft glances. you are too good a woman for god alone. aelswith loving aelfwynn even though she looks like erik. aldhelm and his gentle, unselfish love. brida and uhtred holding hands. it was the hope of this meeting that has kept me going. eadith standing up against her brother for men she’s only just met. alfred raising a cup. to uhtred, the true lord of bebbanburg… a man I have never understood, but without whom I would not die a king.