#torstein

Pairing : Torstein x Northumbrian Princess!Reader

Summary : Your father plans to marry you to a Barbarian in order to keep peace and security in his lands. You however, have a different idea.

Warnings : Arranged marriage, angst??, attempted running away.

Word Count : 1087

How dare he? How could he do this to you? Your father, King Aelle had all but promised your hand in marriage to one of the North Men who had invaded your homeland in return for peace, security and the promise that they would never return to Northumbria. You felt betrayed, disgusted. You had always known you would marry for political purposes rather than love. You were the King’s eldest daughter after all, but you had always imagined it would be to a neighbouring Prince, not a Barbarian who spoke a different language.  

“Princess please! come back inside.” One of your ladies maids begged as she quickly followed behind you as you made your way throughout the royal gardens. Your father was hosting a feast for the north men and had planned for you to meet your future husband, you had other ideas. “Over my dead body.” You replied fiercely, holding up the skirt of your emerald green gown to help you move at a quicker pace. Your long, wavy hair was flowing behind in the wind. 

Your ladies maid bit her lip helplessly as she looked around, seemingly hoping to find someone who could help her. You were stubborn, everyone at court knew it. Your stubbornness seemed to be a trait inherited straight from the King himself. “Hilda, please. Go away.” You said bluntly to the younger girl, quite frankly she was annoying you and slowing you down in your plan to escape. The maid looked embarrassed as she looked at the group before she curtsied and turned to run away. You knew you didn't have long, Hilda would no doubt be running to your father at this very moment. 

With the green fabric still held firmly in your grasp, you ran. As fast as you could towards the end of the castle grounds, there was a secluded area which had branches growing like steps. It would be easy for you to climb over the wall and to maybe seek solace in the Kingdom of Wessex maybe? You were certain your old friend Aethelwulf would help, he had always held a soft spot for you. Maybe you could offer marriage for your safekeeping. 

As you reached the secluded part of the garden, you grinned triumphantly as you quickly grabbed onto one of the vines and began to pull yourself up. This was perfect! You know it was a fool proof plan. Or so you thought, as you lifted your foot to push yourself up onto the next branch, the ribbon on your shoe got caught. You tried to pull your foot up to free the ribbon, but to no avail, your foot was very much stuck. 

“Fuck.” You grumbled to yourself as you tried to reach down with one hand to grab at the fabric but it was no use, you couldn’t reach and you were relatively high from the ground. You threw your head back in frustration as you once again tried to kick your leg free. You groaned as you had no luck. Could this day get any worse? You thought to yourself. Apparently it could as a deep laugh behind you made you jump. 

Turning your head to see who had caught you, your (e/c) eyes narrowed as you glared at the north man standing behind you, watching you as if you were the jester himself. “Go away.” You spat as you once again tried to pull your leg away from the jagged branch. The beast of a man watched in amusement as he tilted his head to the side. After a few more moments of struggle, from you. The man seemed to think enough was enough and began to walk towards you slowly. 

“Leave me!” You shouted at him. If looks could kill, he would be dead and buried. The man held his hands up in surrender, showing you that he meant no harm. Your eyes locked with his blue ones. As he finally came to stand next to you. You gulped nervously, would he kill you? Force himself upon you? You had heard stories of what these Heathens do when they invade other parts of the country. 

The man spoke, his voice deep as he bent down and lifted the skirt off your dress a little up your leg. As you went to swat his hand away, you almost lost balance, the man quickly steadied you with his spare hand. Your eyes met his once again, he looked at you with a look you couldn’t quite decipher. He spoke again but this time it didn’t sound quite as harsh. The language barrier however was a pain. You wished you knew what he was saying. 

The man bent down and once again, lifted the fabric of your dress up slightly, this time however, you kept quiet, watching his every move intently. He pulled at the ribbon of your shoe and moved it around a little. Your breath hitched, feeling his fingers against your skin. A few seconds later, your foot was free. You quickly jumped down from the vines and smoothed your dress down. Standing tall, you looked back to the stranger. As you took in his appearance, you realised he wasn’t exactly hideous. He had shoulder length golden hair, his beard suited him. He was taller than you, ridiculously so, with wide shoulders. One thing you noticed though, was his eyes. They were kind. 

“Thank you.” You said as you held both of your hands together in front of you. Your hero, ironically enough, flashed you a smile. He pointed at himself before he spoke. “Torstein.” You looked at him confused, before you realised that was most likely his name. “Torstein?” You repeated as you pointed at him, causing him to smile widely and nod enthusiastically. You couldn’t help the smile that slowly graced your face before you pointed at yourself. 

“(Y/N).” 

Beloved father

The Siderian (horse-sized big cat) Torstein with his three daughters (in front) and his youngest son (in the back). Torstein loves kids and he often takes care for others' cubs as well, but now he has some precious time with his own family: Lydia (light cinnamon, left), Hazeli (cinnamon tabby, left, lying in the grass), Shali (fawn tabby, right) and Torben (blue-and-tan in the back).

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