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"what do they call you?" ser duncan asked, nursing a bowl of soup. the fire had warmed it nicely, not that he'd mention the small detail to his traveling companions. "nothing important—" "'the runaway bride', 'the warging westerling', 'the valiant vixen', 'the dancing wolf'..." egg interrupted, staring up at the stars as he touched his fingers to keep count. "seven hells, i didn't know there were so many," kathryn replied, setting down her cup of ale. "i prefer 'kathryn'. i don't need any of those... fancy aliases." with her answer, egg quieted down and ate his own soup quite happily. "how do you know all those names?" she asked, leaning forward so that her elbows touched her knees. her fiery hair moved with the slight breeze, dancing like the flames in front of her. "have you been following me, young man?" "following? gods, no," egg laughed, slightly taken aback by her astute observation. "i just hear things. i'm small, you know? people forget i'm there." kathryn narrowed her brown eyes, not believing him but she didn't pry. instead, she sat back and hummed in acknowledgement. "i like kathryn far better than any of those fancy names," duncan finally chimed in, earning a small smile from kathryn. "well my favorite is 'the whimsical wolf'," egg half-joked. the three of them were silent. duncan tensed, worried egg had offended the young woman. he opened his mouth to apologize- kathryn started laughing. "you have a bold squire," she said to duncan. duncan faltered before laughing in relief, "yes, miss, i do."

let's pretend i didn't go m.i.a. for months!

kathryn was said to have three brothers; one was biological, the other two were not.

uhtred was her biological brother, the other wolf of bebbanburg. he often put her needs before his own. even when he dragged her from their home and got taken in by ragnar the fearless, he didn’t regret anything. so long as she was by his side, he would be fine.

ragnar the younger wasn’t around a lot during the eight years kathryn lived in loidis with his family. however, whenever he returned from voyages, he would spoil her with trinkets and necklaces that he got while raiding. when his parents had died, his first thought was kathryn. she was only ten, he traveled home immediately.

when she was in winchester, ragnar visited only once. her brother, uhtred, had been kidnapped and sold. kathryn delivered a vision to help ragnar find him (after being held hostage by alfred to get him back).

once kathryn left winchester, ragnar was beyond relieved. he was terrified that she had become a saxon and had abandoned her upbringing, but that was far from the truth. he continues to visit her in cuccham and often invites her to his unruly dane parties — “you must enjoy life hrafn! you can’t keep staring at your irishman all evening.”

edward was raised alongside kathryn when she was placed in winchester. for fourteen years, the two grew close and would often find ways to avoid boring classes. once edward’s father passed and he became king, he offered a place in his court to kathryn. she declined, not out of impoliteness but because she knew if she stayed in his court, she’d never leave. she offered to continue leading negotiations when needed, and edward accepted. however, it is rumored edward would do anything should kathryn ask.

a king, a danish jarl, and the man who could gain allies who were both saxon and dane would move heaven and earth to protect their sister.

edward the elder. ragnar, the lion of loidis. uhtred the daneslayer.

(mentions of memory loss . . .)

“i can’t remember that,” eddie huffed, his hand running through his hair exasperatedly. 

“we both know the cause of your memory issues—”

“don’t say it,” eddie interrupted her. “i- i can’t just leave him. he needs me, kate. he needs me just as much as i need him.”

“he’s giving you false memories and even taking some altogether,” kathryn replied, trying so hard to remain calm. “he’s killing you, eddie.”

“what am i supposed to do?” eddie looked at her, his blue eyes glassy with unshed tears. “what if we do get him out and my memory gets worse, hm? what if he’s the only thing that can keep it together after all this?”

the room fell silent. eddie ceased his pacing, and kathryn had stiffened.

“are you not scared?” kathryn asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“of course i’m fucking scared,” eddie replied after a beat. “he can change memories so far back… my childhood…”

he paused.

“…even of you.”

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i uploaded this birthday post on time on tiktok but as i was going through what to post here, i really wanted to add this. i love this post so so so much and had a lot of fun making it. so it's a second birthday i guess?

finan loved her. he didn’t care that she was from another world than his own. . . he had learned to crave a part of it—a part in it.

uhtred and him were bound; those were the same words he said to ragnar the younger after they were saved. so how could he fall for his sister? uhtred’s only blood relative? it was pure betrayal.

kathryn felt similarly. after years in winchester, the only thing she wanted was a true bond with her brother. once she moved to cuccham, she was able to have that. however, she also harbored feelings for the irishman. she felt as though she was betraying her brother by wanting to have his right-hand man for herself.

she would never make finan choose between uhtred and herself, which is why she’d stay silent about her feelings. even after arguing with uhtred tearfully about how she was trying not to be selfish, she kept her feelings under lock and key.

roy had warned her that seeking revenge was a dark road. frank griffin had wronged both of them; he'd taken her parents and stolen roy's life. but he knew she should stay clear of such a menacing path. after all, she had taught roy that being kind was harder than being cruel.

but one night. . . roy left her ranch to seek him out. she wondered if all his talk about revenge was some attempt to convince himself not to go.

“he left without sayin’ goodbye,” she whispered, still sitting in the tall grass.

“he told truckee,” her grandfather said gruffly. truckee had been coming over for a few years now to learn how to read from kathryn and even help out in the stables. roy had helped the boy get over his fear of horses. . . now he was gone.

“alice’s son?” she looked up at her grandfather, “he told truckee, but he couldn’t tell me?”

“it’s easier to say goodbye to someone when our hearts aren’t tethered to them, sweetheart,” adam replied, sinking to his knees next to her. “he would’ve stayed the moment he saw those tears in your eyes.”

kathryn was quiet for a long moment, her eyes out on the horizon. she kept hoping she’d see a distant figure.

“do you think he’ll come back?” her words were barely audible.

“if he survives frank griffin and doesn’t come back, he’ll have to deal with me,” adam replied, earning a reluctant smile from kathryn.

"i love him," she whispered.

"i know."