She was a dream, the calm in the storm, since being a babe, the youngest of her siblings, Young Ragnar, Uhtred and Thyra. A girl much too gentle, her brothers would say. A girl just too pretty, her sister would giggle. And then it was all gone, up i...
" YOU CAN BE BOTH DANE AND SAXON, UHTRED OF BEBBANBURG. "
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YOUNG RAGNAR had been the first to ever hold the youngest of them all, a sister by the name of Tova, during a storm that only calmed— as he claimed to his family after their return— at the sound of her first cry. Perhaps the story had been exaggerated out of a brothers pride, for their Mother had fainted, but it stuck, and so did the tune they all sung to her as she grew.
The calm in the storm, my girl, they'd say as she offered them the flower chains she would make or as her hair was braided and she never complained, only thanking her Mother for the beauty of it. It could also just be down to the fact she was the youngest, remaining the baby even when Uhtred, another brother, was adopted into the family.
Too gentle, her brothers would say in agreement. Too pretty, her sister would giggle, blessed by the gods. They didn't seem to look beyond that, being the youngest, her responsibilities came after everyone else's, the last to have to pick something up if anything was left.
A dream that ended all too soon.
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HER FIRST FRIEND had been him, a bastard brother of her tormentor, by the name of Sihtric. As children, before his Father's family had been banished for a crime Sven had committed upon Tova's sister, Thyra, they had been hesitant friends — Tova always eager to grab his hand and invite him on her adventures in the woods, and Sihtric, who brought the hesitation in only on the fact he never witnessed such affection upon him, lingered behind but never left her, it'd be his small fingers that squeezed around hers first.
And he didn't let go even when she was taken prisoner, despite the look of betrayal she had given him when he had rushed to visit her, recognising her friend even after so many years they had been separated. He had explained everything to her to the best he could, but he was simply a bastard, he had no worth and he, too, was a victim of the same tormentors.
That had led to a moment that would again, separate them. He had been beyond desperate after only a week of seeing her being beaten, stealing the key to the door and forcing her to leave, begging that she set herself free.
I'll find you again, he had swore on Thor's Hammer, the necklace that hung around his neck, and after they laid together, her hands being the ones to hold onto his a little tighter, giving up on asking him to accompany her escape, she was gone.
Both remembered his promise.
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YEARS LATER would be how long it took for Tova to find her brothers again, to be buried between their protective hugs as they rejoiced in the survival of their sisters. While they had found Thyra, in the very place the cages remained in, Tova had found them, her bright blue eyes bouncing from one man to another until spotting them.
A slave, Uhtred had been sold to be. Along the way, he had met a loyal Irishman, Finan, who had introduced himself to her, his eyes lingering a little too long for the likes of Uhtred who had smacked him, covered in blood and dirt from the horrors of the behind that they had left.
Finan, a man of charm and long temper, basked in her smiles and laughs at his words in the darkest of situations. To take her mind from Thyra, from the worry of her brother's torment, he was the anchor she found in between it all. They shared different beliefs, different gods, but they became bound regardless.
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IT WAS STRANGE, how a heart could call for two people to comfort it. How your hands reached for two different sets when you awoke from a nightmare, how it wasn't just one you worried and sought out but two — a growth that hadn't been easy, for her nor them, not anybody looking in and spying. That was what they found themselves in.
But they had to find each other first. They would gladly do it again and again.
— cast,
frida gustavsson as TOVA RAGNARSDÓTTIR " I HOLD YOU TO A PROMISE ."
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imagine : RORIK SIHTRICSSON " MOTHER ! "
( SEASON 1 — ONWARDS )
— i couldn't help myself, i am rewatching the last kingdom after the movie and i tried resisting the urge to publish this, but found i am weak— so here you are! tova, my newest oc. i have worked hard on this character & its plot, so please don't steal —!
this is a poly fic — finan, tova and sihtric, not a love triangle to clear any confusion! this fic will start from season one sort of, but season two is the hit-off with everyone.
