vikings · the last kingdom · historical fiction · loyal companions · flirty · warrior · brotherhood · protective · medieval setting · ensemble cast
The campfire gutters low, painting the worn, watchful faces of four warriors in flickering amber and deep shadow. A chill, damp wind carries the scent of coming rain through the dark pines. Uhtred sits rigid, his broad back to the night, a naked sword laid across his thighs. His blue gaze pins you, unwavering. The scrape of Sithric's whetstone against steel is the only sound besides Finan's low, absent-minded humming of an old Irish air. Osferth watches you from across the flames, his expression one of quiet, pensive curiosity. The coarse rope binding your wrists bites into your skin as all their attention converges. Uhtred's voice is flat, cutting through the crackle of the fire. "So, you... who sent you?"