#tlk headcanons

𝐔𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝

・You were with the medics when it happend. Eadith too.

・You were all at the back of the battle, waiting for injured people to help

・It was against battle rules to hurt or maim the healers on either side.

・But it happened.

・And you were hurt quite badly; a large slice on your arm, bruised legs and ribs.

・When Uhtred was given word, he left his post and went straight to you.

・Eadith was there, looking after you. Although she was hurt herself.

"What happened!" He bellowed, kneeling beside you. Uhtred looked over you himself, and took your hand in his.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault." His head hung low but you moved his hair out of his face.

"No, no it's not."

・You tried to sit up but you winced doing.

"I'll never let this happen again. I swear it."

𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧

・You were having sword lessons with Uhtred

・And you had been advancing at a quick pace. And Uhtred was impressed.

・However, a new sequence was added and you thought you could handle it.

・Except it was a bit too difficult for you making Uhtred accidentally cut your arm.

・He was apologetic, but Finan came over and exploded.

"Be careful with my wife! Look at her, she's bleedin'!"

"I'm sorry," Uhtred said again, "I'll go get the healer-"

・Finan gave him a hard glare and led you over to a place to sit.

"Are you okay?" He asked with pure concern.

"It's just a cut, Finan, I think I'll survive."

𝐒𝐢𝐡𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐜

・He wasn't there to see it.

・A group of drunk men started talking about Sihtric and his lineage. Then someone started calling him names because of his appearance.

・You couldn't just sit there and keep your mouth shut.

・He was your husband, and you were proud of him.

"Keep his name out of your mouths." You had shouted it at them.

・They just laughed at you.

"Fuck you all," and that's when it hit you. Someone had thrown their cup at you and it landed on your face.

・You had a deep gash on your cheek and Sihtric had just walked in to see it happen.

"What the fuck!' He shouted, running toward you.

・He assessed your face, then ripped part of his shirt to press against your cheek.

"I'm going to kill whoever did this, now who was it."

𝐎𝐬𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡

・The guards were unpleasant.

・Extremely so.

・Especially when you had confronted them (to get their attention for the group)

・You had been making a big fuss over nothing and yet the three of them started on you at the same time.

・You were a good swordsman, you had been training with Uhtred everyday.

・Except the timing was off, and the guards attacked all at once.

・You took a beating until the guys showed up.

・Osferth was horrified, you were bleeding heavily, but you didn't let it get you down.

"I'm fine-"

・Osferth couldn't speak, he fell to the ground and wiped the dripping blood from your face.

𝐀𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐦

・You had been learning how to heal from an open-minded practitioner. (Women weren't allowed to be healers)

・Many different people came to the healer's home for help

・You thought you had seen it all until a guard you had known recognised you.

"Oi, what is she doing here?" He said gruffly.

"She's learning the ways of healing," your teacher said.

・But that didn't suffice, he had gone from angry to irate.

"Women aren't allowed to be healers."

・This close-minded idea was dangerous, and it showed that day.

・It was embarrassing.

・You ended up falling over and hitting your head, trying to get away from the man.

・Your teacher had no experience with violence, so he had gone to get someone. And that happened to be your husband.

"What happened?" He said sternly, taking out his sword and glaring at the guard.

・He ran away, but was stopped by a bunch of soldiers.

・Aldhelm ran to you, "let me help, let me help you."

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐜

・Kneels beside you, makes sure you're still breathing.

"C'mon lass, let's get you some help."

・Picks you up in his arms and carries you to the healer.

・His own heart is racing, but he's trying to keep a straight face. Leofric wouldn't be able to handle you getting worse.

・He hadn't seen what the blow was, but he knew it must have been pretty bad if you could barely keep your eyes open.

"Keep looking at me, just keep your eyes open-"

・He was running, and soon was shouting for the healer.

・When the healer was there, he beckoned Leofric inside.

finan

when drunk, this agile fuck is anything but. he'll come home stumblin' in with chris norman and suzi quatro, burp, and barely catch the tumbling vase when he bumps into the dinner table. big brown puppy eyes will scan the place to locate you while he gains some semblance of balance, trying to blink out of the drunken stupor, feeling ever so blessed when he, in his rat-arsed haze, finds a whole three of you lying on the bed.

"fuck me," he breathes, then hiccups, unable to take his eyes off of your smaller frame heaving slightly in your peaceful slumber as he hopscotches out of his boots before he loses his footing and plumps down on the mattress with a thud. his large hand greedily reaches across, squeezing a handful of your arse. "ma beautiful missus."

"piss off," you croak wearily, swatting away his hand, earning a feigned sob.

"no fair," he mutters as he clumsily rolls closer, sneaking an arm around your belly and tugs you into his warmth. "ya can't mean i can't touch my wife when she lies 'ere so fine."

you'd roll your eyes if you cared to open them, but can't help the flutter in your stomach when you're enveloped in his comforting presence. you writhe out of his bear-like embrace, snuggling into the furs though it's hard not to immediately miss his touch. "wash up and maybe i'll let you sleep up here tonight."

finan grumbles as he lazily leans back on his elbow, admiring you for a moment longer before finally complying. "as the missus wishes. but if yer gonna lie with your arse out like that there won't be much sleepin'."

osferth

not that he's a lightweight, but this babe is definitely having a hard time keeping up with the rest of the boys. he buckles under their pressure and is the laughing stock when he pukes, or falls asleep at the table, or stumbles over his own feet, but as long as he's the one making them laugh their asses off, osferth's happy.

he's even happier, though, when they finally let him off so that he can return to you. a warm embrace reserved just for him, cuddling up under the furs, feeling your soft skin against his own—he's so blessed. heaven on earth? you are it, he is convinced.

he'll be still as a mouse when he returns home, press a soft kiss to your forehead and whisper that he is home so you don't get startled by his low rummaging about. as he starts undressing and delicately folds his clothes over the back of a chair (cause he's a good boy and doesn't leave messes behind), he's watching you with lovesick eyes and a sheepish smile, thanking his god for giving him a woman as good as you.

when he slips into bed and the dip on the mattress moves you closer, he tenderly wipes the hair from your face, instantly melting when you tiredly lean into his touch, sighing softly. "hi, love."

you hum peacefully in response and wriggle closer so that he can hold you. as you drowsily nuzzle your face into the crook of his neck, planting a sleepy kiss under his jaw, the headache and nausea disappear in an instant, and he falls asleep while you body molds to fit in his cradling arms.

sihtric

stealthy as ever, he quietly enters your home and slumps down on the stool by the fireplace, languidly ridding himself of his clothes. he's so focused on not making a sound that he doesn't notice the bed squeak when you move or the floorboards creak when you approach him from behind.

he inhales sharply when he feels your soft touch on his shoulder before your lips press against his throat, inadvertently moaning raggedly before suddenly flinching away, grumbling, "noo—i 'ave a wife."

you giggle, pinching his strong chin beneath your fingers, lifting his glossy gaze to meet yours, mismatched eyes intense despite the blurry lens of intoxication he's looking through. "you're a lucky one then, huh?"

a contented sigh of relief escapes him, a small and lazy smile curling his lips as his strong and calloused hands firmly pull you into his lap, possessively snaking around your form, holding you impossibly close as he breathes in your scent. "the luckiest. you are my wife." a chuckle escapes you, interrupted by a gasp when you feel him ground you down on his hardening length. "will my pretty little wife let me get even luckier tonight?"

⤷ Leofric

Leofric isn’t a man you’d expect to find in a jewelry store. The first—and only—time he would find himself inside one is when he’s shopping for an engagement ring. 

If you’re not a ring person, he’ll buy you an engagement piece in whatever form of jewelry you prefer. Even if you dislike all kinds of jewelry, Leofric’ll find something to propose to you with. He could care less about what it is, as long as it’s something that makes you feel special.

Leofric is a dog person for life; one can change his mind. He’d love to have a couple of big dogs of his own, but as of right now, he’s too busy to take care of them properly. If he could choose, his favorite breeds are Irish Wolfhounds or any kind of Mastiff.

His favorite flavor of ice cream is definitely raspberry. His favorite fruit is raspberries; they’re easy to find and delicious. He doesn’t put anything on it, either. It’s perfect, just the way it is. 

In a modern!au, Leofric would love to take you on dates to the zoo or the drive-through to catch a late-night movie. 

When he takes you to the zoo, his favorite exhibits are the lions and snow leopards. He loves to see them slink around their enclosure or watch them sit and relax in the shade with each other. He could sit and watch them for hours; he finds them comforting.

Leofric enjoys taking Uhtred to late drive-in movies after a nice dinner date somewhere. Leofric drives a dark blue pickup truck with a big flatbed, which is perfect for this sort of thing. Once they park, he lines it with pillows and blankets so they can relax and watch the movie in comfort. Not wanting to keep his car on all night, Leofric sets up a small handheld radio so they can hear it.

⤷ Osferth

Osferth isn’t a ring person, so when he goes shopping for engagement jewelry for you, he gears more towards necklaces. Whenever you’re wearing one, he can’t help but look at how it sits on your neck and collarbones. 

He enjoys buying jewelry for you, so he’d become a frequent customer in the local jewelry store. You’d have to ask him to stop because if he has enough silver, he will buy your more.

Unlike his uncle, Osferth is a cat person through and through. If he could spend the entire day with them, he would, in a heartbeat. He loves it when they sit on his chest and make muffins. Whenever Uhtred can’t find him, the first place he looks is the barn, always finding him curled up with the barn cats.

Osferth’s favorite ice cream flavor is mint chocolate chip. Literally, everyone thinks it’s horrible, but he doesn’t give one fuck about what they think about it. He will eat an entire pint of it without remorse.

When it comes to dates, he loves taking you on simple, domestic dates, like shopping or a farmers market. He loves to take you shopping, ‘specially for clothes. Seeing you model the clothes you picked out outside the dressing room for him makes his heart throb with affection.

Don’t even bother trying to pay for anything you want to buy. Osferth is paying for your things, and you don’t have a choice. But if you genuinely want to pay for something, he’ll agree to go half and half. He pays for the first activity, then you pay for the next, and so on, and so forth.

But his favorite kind is when you both stay in and watch a movie or TV show together, snuggled up on the couch. Ultimately, Osferth doesn’t care what the activity is as long as he’s with you.

⤷ Lord Aldhelm

When it’s time for Aldhelm to buy engagement jewelry, he’s more traditional about it. Of course, if you don’t like rings, he won’t get you one. But if you do like them, he’s through the roof.

He really enjoys ring shopping, don’t ask him why. He likes fantasizing about all the different possibilities that he could get, imagining what ring would look best on you. In his opinion, all of them would look stunning, but he doesn’t have that much silver, unfortunately.

Aldhelm is so excited to marry you that it’s not even funny. All he wants to do is live out the rest of his life with you in Mercia. 

He’s the biggest family man you’ll find in all of England. He’d love to have children with you, but if you’re incapable to have your own/don’t want to, he will just as happily adopt children with you. 

If you don’t want children at all, don’t be afraid to tell him that. He loves you, and you come first, so if you don’t want kids, he supports you. Sure, he’d love to have kids to call his own, but that’s not a must for him. His top priority is that you are the happiest you can be, and he’ll do anything to achieve that.

Aldhelm doesn’t see ‘family’ strictly as the traditional nuclear kind. Sure, a family can be parents and their children, but a family can also be a couple and their pets, a group of friends, or a found family sort of dynamic.

If you asked him if he’s a cat person or a dog person, Aldhelm wouldn’t be able to give you a straight answer. He can’t seem to pick between them! How can he be expected to choose between two fluffy, adorable creatures? If he could have a cat on his lap and a dog snuggled to his side at the same time, he’d die a happy man.

Ideally, Aldhelm would love to have a dog and a cat of his own. He could care less what kind of dog (he loves them all equally), but he’s always wanted an orange cat. He can’t get enough of how stupid they are. 

His favorite flavor of ice cream is birthday cake. There’s just something about it that makes it better than any other kind for him. He’s a sucker for sweets, so it’s the perfect flavor. Don’t leave anything sweet where he can reach because it’ll be gone before you know it. Cookies, candy, you name it, he’ll eat it. 

Aldhelm can be found snacking on something 24/7. This man is never not hungry. He always has a snack in his pockets, no matter where he is or what he’s doing. He’s like a walking garbage disposal. 

After battles, you can find him sitting in a patch of clean grass, chewing on a strip of salted and dried beef. You don’t even need to ask; to have one; he’s already handing it to you. It has sort’ve become a silent tradition between the two of you.

Napping with him is a must. He loves his sleep, but sleeping with you is even better. He’s an amazing cuddle partner, causing you to never want to leave his embrace. Aldhelm is a walking furnace, so combined with the furs on your bed, you’ve never been this comfortable in your life.

After King Aethelred dies, Aldhelm is finally able to properly confess to the Lady Aethelflaed. Much to his surprise, she accepted his advances eagerly, sending him over the moon and beyond. 

Once Aethelflaed is crowned Queen, she’s even more worn out than she was before, so the time she gets to snuggle up and nap with Aldhelm is her favorite.

Their alone time consists mostly of making out. Aldhelm can lay in bed and kiss her for literal hours and not get bored. There’s just something about her that’s intoxicating.

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Leofric has a rather big family, consisting of two younger sisters and a baby brother. Since he’s the oldest, he’d look after them before he left to be a soldier in Odda’s army.

His sisters needed someone to do their hair for them in the mornings, so he’s surprisingly good at braiding hair. Don’t tell anyone that he secretly loves doing it.

Leofric would also play fantasy with them when he wasn’t busy. He would play either the heroic knight coming to save the day, or he’d be the villain, and one of his sisters would be the hero.

Being the oldest boy, Leofric did most, if not all, of the chores around the house, including household chores. He can cook, clean, and badly sew, in addition to farming, cleaning the barn stalls, and guard duty. He’s not good at sewing in the slightest, but if there’s a hole in his clothes, he can easily fix it himself.

Leofric secretly really cares about the Arseling—Uhtred—more than he’d like to admit.

Once he moved to serve under Odda’s rule, his family would travel every few months to visit him. His parents aren’t around too much growing up, but they still support and love him nonetheless.

When Uhtred found out about his hair braiding prowess, Uhtred started to ask him to braid his hair too. It took only a little bit of begging before Leofric caved in, but only under the condition of being allowed to put flowers in the braids he made.

To be completely transparent, he’s never been with a man like that before, but he’s thought about it one too many times for it to be a phase. In all of his fantasies about it, Leofric has always imagined himself on top.

When he first met Uhtred, he couldn’t figure out if he found Uhtred stupid because he was stupid; or if it was because he was having a gay crisis. Turns out, it was both. There’s just something about that idiot that makes his heart beat faster and makes his palms sweaty.

He didn’t only have eyes for men, however. Leofric is attracted to more than his fair share of women as well. Why only pick one when you can have the best of both worlds?

Leofric is an amazing lover, no doubt about it. He knows how to listen and will center all of his actions around making his lover feel good. To say he’s a service top is an understatement.

He really enjoys going down on his lover, regardless of their gender. It’s one of the easiest ways to get them off and he likes to do it, so it’s a win-win for both parties.

When it comes time for the main event, Leofric prefers to do it in a position where he can see your face. Shoving your face in a pillow makes him feel as if he’s forcing himself upon you, so he prefers to be able to see the pleasure on your face rather than having to imagine it. It’s more romantic this way, too.

Believe it or not, Leofric is a real romantic in bed. By his appearance, one would think he fucks just as rough as he looks, but they’d all be wrong. He wants nothing more than to take his time and to ensure that you both enjoy the entire experience.

His favorite positions are any and all variations of missionary. Depending on the mood, he’ll fold you in half with your legs resting on his shoulders, or he’ll have your legs wrapped around his waist while he nestles his face into the crook of your neck.

If he truly cared for you, Leofric would marry you before bedding you. Honor and all that bullshit.

After he marries you, with permission from King Alfred and Lord Odda, Leofric would find himself a good estate/plot of land to build you a home on.

He would build you a giant hall filled with everything you ask for and more. He puts you in control of all of the decorating since he’s absolutely terrible at it.

He incorporates gardens and flower beds into the design of the main hall for you as well.

When it finally comes time for you two to move in, Leofric will pick you up bridal style and carry you across the threshold of your new home. Don’t tell anyone about how big of a sap he truly is.

The night you move into your new home, Leofric hosts a huge feast in your honor. Everyone who is anyone is in attendance, including Uhtred, Hild, Father Beocca, and all of Uhtred’s men.

Osferth has really bad allergies. Don’t ask him to do anything remotely stealthy during the spring because he will sneeze and fuck it up.

Despite all of his friend’s teasing, he’s not a virgin in the slightest. He’s been with a fair amount of women in the past, so he knows what he’s doing and he’s good at it.

He lost his virginity to Finan. It happened a year or so after Osferth joined the group. They were holed up in a village with nothing to do other than stare at each other and the four walls surrounding them. Osferth had finally had enough of Finan teasing him about it, so he gave him some of his own medicine.

Finan sat next to him with crossed arms, a smirk plastered on his face. “You’re not convincing anyone, baby monk. You act all tough but melt at the sight of a woman that’s thirty yards away,” he teases, his accent thickening as he laughs.

“Oh yeah?” Osferth chewed on his bottom lip, stewing over his choices. Making up his mind, he climbed into Finan’s lap, legs straddling the man’s hips. “If you’re so convinced I’m a virgin, Finan, then why don’t you take it?” he offers, mimicking the Irishman’s smirk.

Finan’s hands went to his sides immediately, pulling him down to grind against himself. “Is that what you want, baby monk? Positive you can handle what you’re askin’ of me?”

He nods, spreading his fingers across Finan’s chest. Osferth grinds back on him, hips moving with the pace Finan had started. “Mm? It sounds like you’re not up to the task. I could always ask Sihtric—”

The Irishman flipped them over suddenly, pinning Osferth beneath him, hands firmly above his head. “Quiet, Os. Before I make you be quiet.”

Sihtric and Uhtred slept in the stables that night. Turns out it didn’t matter; Osfeth’s loud when he bottoms.

Osferth will go down on you without question. He loves doing it, it’s like one of his favorite pastimes. He just can’t get enough of how you taste, how you smell, the sound of your whimpers and whines. He won’t stop until you either call the safeword or start crying.

His favorite position is either doggy style or spooning. Osferth likes the intimacy of sex in the spooning position, it makes it feel more like lovemaking rather than fucking.

If you let him, he’d cum inside of you every chance he gets. Osferth likes watching it drip out of you after he pulls out. If he’s feeling bold, he’ll finger his spunk back inside you, ensuring everything stays inside where it belongs.

Believe it or not, Osferth is the king of dirty talk. No, seriously, he is. He loves the romantic parts of sex just like any other man, but sometimes he needs to indulge the nasty, filthy part of it with you.

Imagine: he has you naked and kneeling in front of a full-length mirror, forcing you to stare at the reflection of yourself getting pounded from behind. His hands are wrapped around your waist, thumbs and forefingers gripping the fat of your hips. Osferth’s snarky smile is plastered across his lips as he watches his cock slide in and out of you over and over.

“Aw, my love, look at you,” he smirks, “getting fucked on all fours in front of a mirror-like a common alehouse whore.”

It’s safe to say that this only happens when he’s in a town with an inn. There’s no way in hell that he’s doing this when there’s a chance of Uhtred, Finan, or Sihtric overhearing.

Just like his uncle Leofric, he’ll save enough silver to buy a house wherever Uhtred has settled down for the time being. If you get married while they’re still on the road, he’ll do his best to find a nice village or town that the two of you could explore together for a couple of days.

Osferth will 100% marry you. Hands down, no questions about it. Getting married has been one of his biggest goals in life, so getting the opportunity to complete that with you makes him insanely happy.

He cries when he sees you walk down the aisle at the wedding. Finan, his best man, has to help him keep it together so he could get through his vows without breaking into tears. Please give him tons of extra kisses, he deserves it so badly.

Osferth’ll set up your tent for you every night. He makes a point to always pitch your tent as close as possible to the fire to keep you warm. He keeps plenty of furs available for you as well. Almost an entire trunkful of their traveling supplies is just furs and extra furs. You can never have too many in his book.

His adoration for you is so, so obvious and it’s adorable. Finan will ride next to you on the road to tease you about it, never wandering out of Osferth’s earshot.

Whenever Finan teases him about it, Osferth lights up like a damn torch. It’s all in good fun of course, regardless of how relentless Finan is with his teasing.

No matter how many times you tell him you can handle/enjoy the gentle teasing his friends give you, if Osferth feels like they’ve gone too far, he will tell ‘em off. He’ll still be respectful about it, but all respect will be thrown out of the window if he catches anyone, friend or not, questioning your honor fists will fly.

Osferth’s snarky little smile will show itself whenever he’s the one who gets to do the teasing. He can’t help himself sometimes, it’s just too damn easy to get you flustered. His favorite way is to back you up against a wall with a hand next to your head, effectively caging you in. He leans in real close to your face, his nose almost brushing against yours. Osferth then starts to whisper against your soft lips, words ranging from sweet nothings to filthy, lust-filled ones based on his mood.

“Oh god, my love. Look at how pretty you are, pressed against me like this.”

One is that, since there is a tradition to have (royal?) cubs betrothedsince they’re very young, a cub from some other pride was betrothed to Mheetu,and he was brought to that other pride. Nala and Simba grew up together (or atleast, it started off this way), so it probably makes sense. Since ithappened before the events of the movie, he wasn’t mentioned. Simba and Naladidn’t know the exact reason for why he disappeared (since they didn’t knowabout the tradition back then).

Another theory is that he was raised by his father, also in a differentpride (or maybe as a rogue, which would be a little weird). I mean,Nala’s father is clearly not in the pride, so he had to be from somewhere else– or left the pride at some point (does divorce exist in the TLK universe?).Maybe he had some sort of an agreement with Sarafina, that the first-born cubwould stay with her, but he would take the second-born.

And the third theory is that he was hidden and later, sent away duringScar’s reign. That theory would include him as Nala’s much youngerbrother who was born just before or during Scar’s reign, and Scar wasn’t awareof his existence. We all know that Scar’s reign was a disaster, so Sarafinawanted her cub to have a better future, and kept his existence a secret untilhe could live on his own (or maybe she secretlygave him to another lion/lioness who wasn’t from the Pridelands).

Concerning Scar being his father… It depends on what an individual fanprefers :) I’m usually hesitant to ascribe many cubs to Scar, I usually “narrowit down” to the possibility that Nuka (and only Nuka) is Scar’s.