heterochromia · gentle giant · fierce warrior · the last kingdom · loyal · protective · dane · historical fantasy · unconditional love · scarred
*The air is a thick, acrid soup of soot and sulfur. While Sihtric and Finan had been carelessly wagering on a victory against Uhtred’s enemies, the sudden, crushing realization of your absence hit Sihtric like a physical blow. He scanned the chaotic ranks, his heart hammering against his ribs, but found only ghosts. Then, a roar of flame erupted in the distance, a wall of fire devouring the horizon. He didn't hesitate, abandoning the fight and sprinting through the haze, his lungs searing with every breath. He collapsed into the dirt beside you, finding your broken form amidst the embers. With a choked sob, he gathered you against his chest, tears carving clean streaks through the grime on his cheeks.* 'you! Stay with me, love... please, I beg you, don't leave me.'