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I hope you don't mind this anon to set camp here A!A; because I can't wait for the rest of this!!! This is starting really good. :D

Sweet mother of Talos! I can't believe someone is filling this. So if you just heard a scream in the distance don't worry about it, that was just me dying from excitement and joy. lol

An hour or two passed in the Alchemy room, Asta wrapped up in her own thoughts and flipping through the pages.

All that achieved was the pressing need to get the Thalmor out; they seemed to love keeping explicit, meticulous records of everything- including the ways they'd tortured the Jarl; what day, what they did, the result.

What little bit of chicken she'd actually managed to stomach was threatening to kick back up.

A logical question would be 'How does the Dragonborn get into Windhelm while being right under the Jarl's nose?'; She wanted to know what he really thought; not what he wanted to sell to her.

Thankfully, Asta had made the answer ridiculously easy for herself. Anytime she was on 'official Dragonborn business' as it was called, Asta always donned a cowl. Nothing special, but it covered everything except her eyes. No one outside of Whiterun knew what she really looked like. Blue eyed female Nord of average female Nord height, probably blond judging by the eyebrows.

Very distinctive.

She could hide in plain sight; Surely Ulfric wouldn't remember their brief encounter in Helgen, and he certainly wouldn't guess she was the Dragonborn. The scar that traced her cheekbone and twisted down parallel to her mouth was invisible when she wore the cowl. There was nothing remarkable about her eyes- no flecks of green or gold, or interesting shade of the color; as far as he would be concerned, she'd simply be another blond haired, blue eyed Nord. Dime a dozen.

It was almost child's play.

So, it was settled then. She was going to Windhelm.

Standing, Asta turned back towards her chest of potions and scrolls and ingredients before hesitating slightly. Fingers danced delicately across the simple latch on the chest, before retreating as she decided she would take the dossier with her.

Opening the doors, the Dragonborn made a beeline for the stairs, heading straight to her own room. Lydia's door was open, and it was dark with the exception of a glow coming from the side of the door frame her bed was on; probably lit a candle so she could read, or clean a weapon. It wasn't quite time for sleep, but the entire town was winding down for the night.

“Lydia, I'm leaving in the morning.”

“Do you wish me to accompany you, my Thane?”

“No; I'll just be making a trip to Windhelm. Nothing too important.”

Lies. But Lydia liked to fret, so Asta tended to drop a little... well, a lie here and there so she'd feel better. Though she was very aware that the Housecarl did not approve of her Thane running around without her (and therefor rendering her virtually useless), she couldn't bring Lydia with her.

It wasn't as if Housecarls (who had a strong possessive streak of the person they're suppose to be protecting) were common; they were reserved solely for Thanes and Jarls, and while he would know she was no Jarl, it wouldn't take too much guessing. Everyone knew that despite all her wandering, the Dragonborn always came home to Whiterun, that she was Thane of the town which insisted on holding the war in a deadlock. No one (dragons included) ever caused problems with Whiterun, knowing that Asta would come kicking down their door.

All she wanted was peace, and while not her first choice, she was not averse to using short term violence to achieve the long term goal of prosperity.

Have the Dragonborn, have the town. Have the town, have the war.

She wouldn't be someone's pawn in this little game.

Mongrel scampered up the stairs (he was still having some difficulty completely comprehending how to go up and down them) after her, following his mistress into her bedroom. Knowing he'd sit and paw at the door if she shut him out, she waited for him to clear the doors before shutting them.

Might as well sleep early; there was nothing else to do, and she planned to leave at dawn; Windhelm was a long ride.

Having not left the town all day, Asta was dressed in a simple green dress. Reaching behind her, the stays in her bodice were quickly loosened, the dress falling to the floor.

Lifting and folding the thing, she put it away before slipping into her nightshift- a light, breezy thing as summers in Whiterun weren't as freezing as in other places; and even if it did get nippy, she had bedfurs and a large, furry space heater.

Deciding to pack now, rather than later, Asta wandered about her room and stuffed things into her bag. The dossier at the bottom, clothes, light armor, potions, a few pieces of jewelry, and daggers. Casting a longing look at her Drainblood Battleaxe, Asta sighed wistfully. No- that would be an enormous give away. She had a lovely selection of enchanted daggers she could handle just as well. Her bow and quiver were downstairs- so long as she didn't walk out the door half-asleep, she'd grab them before leaving, in addition to packing food.

Setting her pack down in the chair near the door, Asta blew out the candles before crawling into bed.

“Come on Mongrel- we have a big day in the morning.”

I swear it will get interesting in the next chapter or two. Yay Ulfric OuO

Yay! Glad you like it, and glad Asta is meeting your expectations :)

And yes; as much as I love the stories of the doe-eyed 18 year olds who don't know the holding end from the stabbing end of a sword, I wanted a DB who's lived life a bit before the whole Civil War and Dragon thing.

this was so wonderful!

oh! the story is compelling and describe their emotions really well! this chapter was fantastic, I look forward to another! You're making good the interest of vilkas for books, and at the same time he has found the perfect partner! great!

that fantastic story! I can not wait to know how Igne will continue its revenge, the story of mates is one of my favorites! I look forward to!

really nice! the story is well written and would be a fantastic meeting them again years later, in the Guild of Thieves! I'd be curious to see the feelings of the two! see you soon!

Thanks! ^.^ I'm glad you like it.

This is good, more please~<3

Her body was betraying her but she could not give in, she would not -

"Gods!" She cried as the orc thrust two fingers into her tight heat without warning. Her muscles clenched around them, trying to draw them in deeper. He began moving his fingers in and out, watching her face as she grew more flushed and her breath became ragged.

"Is she tight?" Another orc demanded.

"Almost too tight." The orc said with relish.

Vianna told herself not to, that she'd loose all upper ground if she did, but gods she was close to coming. And then when the orc's thumb starting rubbing her swollen clit in time with his fingers' thrusts...the voice returned in her head. It told her that she had no upper ground anyway, that it had been so long since she'd felt a man inside her and that she deserved some pleasure after all her travelling.

She let go and her body spasmed. She let out a shriek and her hips ground against the orc's hand, riding out her orgasm on his fingers.

When she came back down from her high, they were all laughing. Tears of shame pricked her eyes but she blinked them away, pulling at her restraints once more.

The orc leaned over her again and licked the sweat from her neck, from her collarbone, from the top of her breasts and she willed him to go further. She couldn't let herself beg but so was close to cracking and her pussy was throbbing with need once more, her nipples almost painfully hard. The orc looked up at her and she knew what he wanted; he wanted her to beg. Until then he wouldn't lick her nipples. Vianna swallowed thickly, thinking about how he wouldn't suck them into his mouth and run his hot, wet tongue over them...oh, gods! Begging was starting to look like a viable option.

"Enough of this shit!" Another orc to her left said angrily. "Just fuck her already! I want my turn."

"Alright, alright." The orc over her stood up and Vianna could have cried at the loss of his tongue.

But suddenly, she became far more preoccupied with the orcs stripping around her. She counted six of them (not including the chief watching further away) and found herself getting more nervous at the idea of being fucked by them all, rather than repulsed. Instead of feeling wrong and dirty, she was starting to be afraid that she physically couldn't keep herself conscious for all of them. If the first orcs' attentions were anything to go by, she'd be having several orgasms tonight and if they were all as strong as the first, she was not sure she would get past the third orc to take his turn.

As they all kicked their boots off, they pulled off their shirts or their armour tops and Vianna couldn't stop herself getting a little wetter at the sight of all those huge muscles and those broad shoulders. She wondered what it would be like to hold on to those shoulders, to have her legs wrapped around that solid frame while she was fucked, quick and rough, against one of these walls...

Oh, Dibella help me.

Vianna's jaw slackened when, one by one, they removed their breeches and revealed their throbbing cocks. She had never seen any so big, so thick. Her immediate thought was:

"You won't fit in me. None of you will fit."

The first orc laughed and tossed his breeches to the side. Even as he spoke, Vianna couldn't tear her eyes away from his huge member. "You sound disappointed, little Imperial." He gave another throaty chuckle. "Don't you worry, we'll fit." He stepped back up the edge of the table, stroking his cock slowly. "And it looks like it's up to me to break you in. Ready for this, little whore?"

12. Grief

I woke in an unfamiliar bed, though the wooden ceiling hinted that I was back in Jorrvaskr. It was much bigger than my bed in the whelp room and I was utterly cocooned with soft pillows and blankets that carried a strangely comforting and familiar scent.

Vilkas

Groggily I pushed myself up, my head felt like tiny explosions were going off in it, my mouth was as dry as the Alik'r desert and my tongue felt like it was carpeted in fur.
"Go tell them she's awake."Njada's voice snapped me out of my stupor and I pushed myself up in time to see Torvar disappear out the room.
Njada's cool gaze swept over me, "How are you feeling?"
"I'm fine." My voice croaked like an old man's. I glanced down at myself, all traces of injuries van-ished, skin clean and covered in my own nightshirt.
"Falk Firebeard and Arcadia patched you up. You were pretty out of it, feverish and shouting."
"I don't remember. Where-?" I broke off, barely able to think.
Njada took pity on me, "The Circle are just finishing with Skjor's funeral. They wouldn't let us attend or pay our respects, told me and Torvar to keep an eye on you and Ria and Athis to go fetch supplies from the town. Kodlak said he'd check on you once they finished...Now drink this."

She thrust a bottle at me and I tasted one of Arcadia's bitter concoctions. Grimacing I drank it and Njada passed another foul tasting bottle and then some water, pure and refreshing. I drank it all, greedily, "Can I get some more, please?" Njada eyed me warily and nodded as she picked up the pitcher, headed for the door, "Stay there."

Eternity passed. I was hot. Burning. Like the silver. I cut off that thought before it dragged me down a dark path and tried to think rationally. Fresh air. Pleased that I had sorted that out I swung my legs out of bed, feeling as weak as a kitten, and gingerly stood. Something dark caught my eye and I glanced down to see that the floor was covered in dead crows. I couldn't make any sense of it, and my head spun but I forced herself to take a step and then another, trying to avoid the dead birds. After a painfully long time I managed to stagger to the door-frame and clung to it, trying to regain my bearings.

Left. I need to go left. Right, this may have been a mistake

I stepped out into the corridor, everything sounded like I was underwater and my head was swimming. Clutching the wall with one hand I kept staggering on.
"What are you playing at, you stupid girl?"

Ah, that sounds familiar.

"I'm fine, Grumpy." There were three blurs in front of me, two with black fuzz surrounding their head and one with grey. Farkas, Vilkas and Kodlak. "I just wanted some fresh air. But the birds kept getting in my way."
A gentle hand was laid on my head and Kodlak spoke, "You're freezing, Igne. You need to go back to bed."
I shook my head. Why couldn't they tell that I was on fire? "I'm fine. I just need some air."
Then I was scooped up and carried unceremoniously back down the corridor and dumped back on the bed before I could even register what was happening to me.
I glared at the blurs and at the potion bottle thrust at my face.
"Drink." That was Jarl Grump-face. I scowled and drank the vile thing and almost immediately the burning subsided and my head began to clear.

The blurs resolved into the three men, staring at me with varying degrees of concern.
"Feeling better, little Igne?" Even Farkas looked concerned. I nodded, faintly embarrassed at my earlier behaviour. "Good, Lyd would have dismembered me if we'd have got you killed. She worries about you."
I smiled weakly at him. Kodlak looked his usual composed self but Vilkas was still scowling at me.
"Did you have Skjor's funeral?"
Kodlak nodded, "We thought it best not to wait."
"And Aela?"
A shifty glance between the three of them hinted at an undercurrent I wasn't aware of. "Furious," the Harbinger shifted uncomfortably, "Igne, the Silver Hand...did they...hurt...you?"
It took me a moment to realise what he meant. I shook my head, fighting against the flash of memory of cruel prodding hands, "The others arrived just in time. Thank you, by the way."
"Any time, sister," Farkas patted me on the head.
Kodlak sighed, "I should go speak with the others. Farkas, you need to go tell Lydia that Igne's awake."
"With pleasure," Farkas winked at me and I smiled weakly. Both of them left, Farkas ruffling my hair as he did, leaving me alone with a silently fuming Vilkas.

Vilkas stared at me for a long time, expression unreadable, almost cold, "Why did you do it?"
"Do what?" He was angry. At me. And I didn't understand why.
"Take the blood." He shook his head, "You knew what it meant, why I hate it and you still took it."
I stared at him incomprehensibly for a moment before my brain kicked in, "I didn't take anything. Aela and Skjor made me."
If I thought I'd seen him angry before then I was sorely mistaken. His face darkened further, growling deep in his chest, "I'll kill her."

What? Shit!

He went to stride to the door but I was faster, scrambling out of bed and slipping in front of him, hands pushing against his chest in a attempt to stop him "Vilkas, please! Don't." He glared down at me, and I almost took a step back from the sheer fury in his face. "Vilkas. It's done. It's already cost Skjor his life and Aela will have to live with that knowledge. It's okay." I managed a small smile, "It's okay. Just calm down. Please." I wasn't sure why I added the next words but they slipped out anyway, "For me?"

The fury in his eyes was replaced instantly by shock, mirrored on my face and I felt my face flush, acutely aware of how close we were and of my hands now resting on his chest. I couldn't move. Couldn't breathe.

"I-" There was something fragile, delicate between us and I was terrified that that if I said the wrong thing it would break. So I did what I always did when things got complicated; I ran away.

I ran from Vilkas's room, leaving him standing in the doorway, head spinning with too many thoughts and unwanted feelings. He didn't follow or call out to me and part of me knew that he was as confused as I was about whatever was going on between us. My feet took me to Aela's room and I knocked, though I still wasn't certain what I wanted to say or even what I was doing there. The door opened and Aela was there, face pallid and drawn, fearsome warpaint washed away, "Igne. What do you want?"
"I just wanted to see how you are."

She didn't reply, staring at me impassively for a long moment before turning back round with a jerk of her head, leaving the door open. I entered the room, shutting the door behind me. Neither of us sat, both eying each other somewhat warily. Someone had to make the first move though and I blurted out, "I'm sorry Skjor died."
At the same time Aela said, "I'm not sorry I turned you."
"I didn't think for one second you were."

We glared at each other briefly and Aela was the first to drop her gaze, "I didn't know the Hand were waiting for you outside the Underforge. When we went to find you, you were gone but Skjor caught their scent, said he's follow them whilst I went and got the twins. He felt guilty, I think. He was a damn good man and he didn't deserve to die like that."
I nodded dully. Nobody deserves to die like that.
"Are you angry with us?" She sounded merely curious, that it didn't matter to her one way or the other what I felt.
"Yes. But I'm angry at myself mostly and I'm angry at the Silver Hand."
"They're still out there, you know. They have two more hideouts like that hidden away."
My eyes met hers.
"Kodlak is watching me. I'm being confined to quarters for the moment and all I want is for the bastards that did this to pay. All of them."
"So what do you suggest?"
"Fancy doing some hunting?"
A slow smile spread across my face, I was tired of being timid, tired of being weak and I wanted vengeance. Hunting sounded good.
"You know what? I think I do."
"I knew I could count on you, sister. Give me a day or so and I'll tell you the hunting ground."
She extended her hand to mine and I clasped forearms with her in a warriors embrace, "Partners?"
"Partners."

Thank you all for your lovely comments! They make my day! *does happy dance*

The updates may be a little slower from here on out- I'm stuck working nights for the next two weeks :( and my poor brain gets confused with the time-switch ;) but I am working hard for you OP and wonderful readers!

Umph! I'll be in my bunk ;)

Looking forward to more A!A

Oh, I'm sad but I'm happy! Your wonderful fic is tugging at my poor tormented heartstrings!

And I'm with Liriel- I totally should have seen that Eola was Madanach's daughter but I didn't.

Laughter rippled through the night and the smell of honey wine lingered in the air. What had started out as an awkward afternoon had slowly dissolved into lazy conversations over a meal and drinks. Nikolai knew he could thank the mead, which he made sure was free flowing. It eased Argis. The man mellowed with booze and loosened up, something Nikolai had learned early in their companionship. Drinks rarely happened between them as Argis knew it softened him. He was always on guard; always making sure nothing would bring his Thane into harm’s way.

The corner of Nikolai’s mouth quirked as those thought filtered through his mead addled mind. He glanced at his near empty tankard before watching Argis down the rest of his own. There seemed to be little concern now. “Perhaps we should sleep,” Nikolai sighed as he drank his wine. “I was thinking we head towards Windhelm in the morning; see what we run into along the way.”

Argis shrugged and reached for the bottle of mead. “There is still half a bottle left. Can’t let it go to waste, can we?”

Nikolai smiled and shook his head when Argis offered the drink, “I’ll let you finish it. I may have neared my limit.”

The slight smile that was on Argis’ face faded and a look of concern took its place. He wet his lips before taking a quick drink from the bottle. “Somethings troubling you.”

“No, just reality setting in I suppose.” Nikolai moved away from the edge of the bed, patting it as he did so. “Come, let me undo your braids.”

Argis stared at Nikolai for a moment, unmoving and unsure of how to respond. With a sigh he downed the last of the wine and moved to the bed. He sat with his back to the young Nord and glanced at the empty bottle. ‘Not enough in the world.' The thought was fleeting but it was there. Argis felt Nikolai’s finger snake through his hair as he slowly began to work. He let his eyes drift shut with a deep breath and quickly found himself lost in the sensation. He heard Nikolai’s voice but his words didn’t register. “Hmm?”

“Your war paint, I think it might be best if you washed it off before sleeping. It’ll make a mess of your face and of the bed.”

“Is there a mirror in here,” Argis asked as he opened his eyes. He turned to watch as Nikolai slipped off the bed and began peering in the dresser.

“Doesn’t look like it.”

Argis snorted, “Damnit. Well, it’s a cold night; I doubt I’ll sweat it off so there won’t be a mess.”

“I can help if you’d like.”

“It’s okay. I’ve done it plenty of times before,” Argis chuckled. “You ever see me putting this on when we’re camping?”

Nikolai smiled, “I guess I never have. Are you fine sharing a bed? I mean, if you’re uncomfortable I-”

Argis let himself fall onto the covers of the bed, once more shaking his head. “It’s dry, clean, and there’s enough room.”

(damn limits. Also, I am happy people are liking this! Argis is my guy and I am more than happy to fill!)

“I suppose there is.” Nikolai collapsed onto the bed beside Argis. He let his head roll to the side and studied his companion. It was rare to see him like this and it was shocking that he had done so after what had transpired that afternoon. While he could tell by the rosy hue in Argis’ cheeks that it was the wine, he had hoped for more. With a sigh Nikolai raised his hand and looked at the ring on his finger. “Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.”

“You’re thinking that now?” Argis mused.

Nikolai turned his hand every which way, watching the ring catch the light. “You didn’t have to agree, Argis,” he replied, turning his attention once more to the older man.

“You had me back into a corner. Besides,” Argis looked at Nikolai, “I’m not too keen on the idea of leaving you in someone else’s care.”

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said,” Nikolai laughed.

Argis cracked a smile, “Don’t get used to this. It’s the wine, and you know it.”

“I suppose I’ll have to see to it that you enjoy a drink more often.”

“Temptation isn’t something I give into easily anymore.”

Nikolai grinned, “Anymore?”

“I’ve learned my lesson. Wine and I usually aren’t the best of friends.” Argis replied. "I found myself in trouble after a rough night."

Nikolai rolled onto his side, "What kind of trouble?"

"This was long before I met you," Argis chuckled. "Someone, I don't remember, challenged me and a few others to a drinking game. It ended with just me and this other person, I took the last drink and passed out. Woke up halfway across Skyrim owing some people some money and found a family claiming I took advantage of their daughter."

"No wonder you don 't join me at taverns that often."

"I worry about you, though, when you do go by yourself. I just don't want to end up causing trouble or lose control of myself."

Nikolas laughed, "You wouldn't be first or the last to have that happen at a tavern. Besides, I'd look after you if anything happened. Losing control of yourself once in a while is a good thing."

"I suppose you could be right."

When Ariella woke she was warm and she was glad. It made her think she was back home, the High Rock summer sun shining on her from her window. It was the first morning she had woken warm in a long time, since she left High Rock in fact.

It seemed like such a long time ago now. It had maybe been two or so months but it felt like much longer. While she did miss home quite a bit she had started to see Jorrvaskr as a kind of home.

Probably due to the company.

She smiled to herself, yes certain people had definitely influenced that. She had been so negative when she was first forced to join and so far she had been pleasantly surprised.

Everyone here had a story to tell and in her spare moments she did try to keep a journal. Her writings however didn’t do justice to the people; at times like those she wished she favoured art more than logic.

Despite her newfound comfort in Jorrvaskr she still had gripes about it; for instance the quarters. The cramped nature of the whelp quarters didn’t bother her yet the fact that it was underground did.

That meant it got seriously cold for her. She was sure the Nords of the companions wouldn’t mind but she did. She had been trying to save up for a few pelts to get for her bed yet the saving process was painfully slow.

Ariella’s mind was a bit sluggish from the warmth; usually the chill woke her quickly. Despite her insomnia she found she wanted to fall back to sleep or at least stay where she was a while longer.

Yet she pushed those wishes aside. She had something to do today, something important… It took her sluggish mind a bit to remember but her testing quickly came to mind.

She was mixed with fear and excitement as she thought about what was to come today. She was supposed to ask Vilkas about the plan for today last night yet she had been too anxious to talk about it.

Vilkas.

As her mind mulled over the man for a moment another question surfaced.

Why am I warm?

Her eyes opened quickly, confirming what her slowly waking body was already realising. She was met with the image of a familiar brown tunic her hands clutching to it. She then registered the weight of a strong arm draped across her body.

She risked a peak up and sure enough Vilkas was sleeping, her heart quickened in pace. She went to pull away but found she couldn’t for whatever reason.

Honestly she liked this feeling. She rested her head back on his chest and felt his arms tighten around her despite him still being asleep. Even though the squeeze may have just been a reaction in his sleep it sent sparks through Ariella making her stomach do flips.

After a far too brief moment Vilkas did wake up instantly pulling himself away from her. The cold hit Ariella, unwelcomed but it should have been expected. She was the one clinging to him after all, making a fool of herself.

“Ah sorry, I must have fallen asleep here.” Ariella said sitting up, turning away from him to hide the red she was sure was on her cheeks.

“Hey I fell asleep too, it’s no problem.” Vilkas’ voice was thick with sleep yet still soothing and caused her skin to goose bump. “Oh I was thinking we leave after breakfast in say three hours?”

“I’ll see you then.” Ariella wanted to leave and got up to do so but she stopped in the doorway. She hesitated for a long moment yet Vilkas waited. “What do I bring?”

“For the testing? I’ll help you organise your pack after breakfast.” Ariella nodded, still refusing to face him. She then left to retreat to where she should have slept.

I've been a bit behind with the meme, so I read your entire story in one go. You're a good writer, and I like the depth you're giving to the characters. Washing the dishes, indeed!

I also like stories which go outside of what is possible in the game, and particularly fix-it stories. There's no reason for Ulfric to be killed except that it's what the (bloodthirsty?) storywriters at Bethesda decided. So while I'm thanking you for your writing, I should also thank the OP for this prompt.

It did take Ulfric's comment of "Six hours?" and Audric's flush before I was certain that he'd been doing more with Brynjolf than simply drinking and catching up. As a great lover of slash I would like to see something a bit more overt. If you're not comfortable with writing explicit scenes, then perhaps you could include some cuddling or kissing? Though it doesn't even need to be sexual as such - just a longing glance or teasing pose, or thoughts in one of the characters' heads.

I shall be waiting impatiently for an update!

Oh, ouch. Absolutely spectacularly painful, which I'm sure is what you were aiming for.

I had no idea what you're talking about before I got it translated by friends who watch mecha anime, but I must CONGRATULATE you on writing a HILARIOUS prompt :D

I hope you find SOMEONE who can do it JUSTICE!

Heh. Looking forward to the next installment. And if any of them include Martin in any shape or form (just talking about him would be enough!), you'd have my eternal gratitude :)

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