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Nadia walked into Haelga’s bunkhouse just in time to see the woman yelling at her niece. The redhead, who she had never met before, kept her eyes down, wringing her hands and taking the abuse the best she could. It made Nadia’s heart ache, and she leaned in the doorway, waiting for Haelga to be done. The least she could do was speak to the poor girl, after she had been subjected to words like that.

Once Haelga turned away from the girl, her eyes narrowed at the sight of the Breton. She had seen her countless times before with Bolli, and had a sneaking suspicion that their ‘friendship’ had something to do with the fisherman no longer coming to visit her.

“Can I help you?” she asked curtly. Nadia shook her head, walking into the dining room.

“Just looking for someone,” she lied. Once she was close enough to the niece, her voice grew quiet. “I heard what she said to you. Are you okay?” Svana smiled weakly.

“It’s nothing I’m not used to. This is just how it’s been.” She paused, holding out her hand to the newcomer. “My name’s Svana, by the way. We haven’t met.”

“I’m Nadia. Is there anything I can do to help you?” The Nord raised an eyebrow, surprised, and glanced over at the counter before leaning in.

“That’s not a question I’m asked very much,” she said gratefully. “As it happens…maybe if we gave her a taste of her own medicine, she’d be nicer to me.”

“How would we do that?”

“My aunt is a devout follower of Dibella. As part of her rites, she gives a small gem to every man she’s bedded, called a Mark of Dibella.” Svana paused as Haelga came into the room, and cleared her throat. “I-I’m sorry, but the bunkhouse isn’t an inn! It’s for workers who come in from outside of the city! But I’m sure they’ll set you up at the Bee and Barb.” Once the blond left, she lowered her voice again. “Sorry. Anyway, Dibella’s teachings are frowned upon in Riften, so if you could get three of those Marks, we could blackmail Haelga. Easy, right?”

“Easy enough,” Nadia agreed. “Where would I get the Marks?” Nothing would have prepared her for Svana’s answer to that question.

“I know she’s slept with Indaryn, Hofgrir, and Bolli. You should try and get them from those men.” Nadia could feel her heart stop, and her hands grew cold.

“…Bolli? The fisherman?” she asked, her throat dry. Svana eyed her curiously.

“Yes, Bolli. If it’s an issue, you don’t have to—”

“No, I can do it.” Nadia backed away, trembling slightly. “I’ll do it as soon as I can.”

Once she was outside, she slumped against the bunkhouse door, tears in her eyes. So that was how it was. She had been foolish to think that Bolli was any more loyal to her than he was to his own wife. She was a mistress, after all. She shouldn’t have expected anything more.

She trudged slowly to the fishery, dreading the conversation before she even saw his face. The delight in his expression didn’t make it any easier for her to say it out loud.

“Haelga gave you a Mark of Dibella. I need it.”

Bolli’s face paled, and his hands fell to his sides.

“I…I don’t know what you’re—”

“Don’t lie to me.” Nadia glared at him, her eyes flashing. “The Mark. Give it to me, and we won’t talk about it again.” The fisherman’s shoulders slumped to his sides, and he nodded, fumbling in his pocket for the little gem.

“…How did you know?” he asked timidly. Nadia shrugged, shoving the stone in her pocket. She felt dirty just for touching it.

“I have to go collect two more now,” she said coldly, turning away to mask the pain in her face. “I’ll see you later.”

As the cloudy sky above Riften grew darker, Bolli locked up the fishery with a defeated sigh. Nadia hadn’t come back after taking the Mark away from him, and he feared that between this revelation and their botched attempt at sex, their relationship was faltering. For some reason, the thought of losing her made him feel sick to his stomach, even when he tried to push back the feeling, and he hurried back up the docks, hoping to find her in the city.

He didn’t have to look very much. The Breton was standing at Marise’s stall, counting out coins to pay her for a hefty purchase. Bolli’s heart began to pound as he noticed that she was clad in armor for the first time in a while, and he approached her fearfully.

“Nadia,” he began breathlessly. The girl looked up at him, bit her lip, and took him by the hand, leading him to the steps of the temple.

“I was going to come and find you,” she began, her voice trembling. “I’m leaving Riften for a little while. I’ll be back, but I’ve got to go.” Bolli gripped her hands tighter, trying to keep his own voice steady.

“I didn’t sleep with Haelga after the first time I slept with you,” he said. “I haven’t had any need to. You’re all I want.” Despite his best efforts, a tear slid down his face, and Nadia looked down dejectedly. “Nadia, you satisfy me in ways that I can’t even begin to describe.”

“Good for you,” Nadia replied, shaking her head bitterly, “but we’ve let this go too far. I need to leave so we can both remember what this was. You fuck me because your wife doesn’t do anything for you. It’s nothing more than that.”

“Yes, it is.” Bolli looked desperately at the girl in front of him, trying to read her face. “You know you’re the one lying to yourself.” When Nadia said nothing, he nudged her chin up with his thumb. “Stay with me. I promise things will change.” With that, he kissed her, forgetting where he was in the heat of the moment. Nadia’s eyes widened, terrified by the knowledge that people were watching just across the way.

When he pulled away, she turned and walked. Her eyes were fixed on the city gate as she tried to pretend she didn’t feel people looking at her. And Bolli…if she turned back and looked at him, she would go running right back into his arms. She couldn’t have that.

Bolli stood transfixed by the steps, watching her go. It was only when the gate closed behind him that he realized what he had done. And he knew how quickly news traveled in Riften.

When he returned from the Bee and Barb later, Nivenor was in fact waiting for him at the table. When their eyes met, he sighed, and she rose to her feet, eyes narrow.

“How many times?” she asked. Bolli slipped his feet out of his shoes and put his hat aside.

“What?”

“How many times did you sleep with Nadia?” Now he closed his eyes, too tired to feel anything besides a dull regret.

“More than I can count.”

“I see.” Nivenor sighed, standing between Bolli and the stairs. “I should leave you. You didn’t even have the decency to keep it a secret. You kissed her in front of everybody. That’s more than embarrassing.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Bolli said quietly. “She’s gone. She left the city.” He paused, a slight anger rising as he looked at Nivenor. “Where would you go if you left me, Nivenor? Back to Valenwood? Who would fund you there? Where would you get all your trinkets and clothes?” Nivenor glared right back, her face twisting with disgust.

“Goodnight, Bolli,” she replied simply, before climbing up the stairs to their bedroom. Bolli followed her up all the same, too worn out to care.

Once they had retreated to the privacy of Kenina’s room, the Imperial took a seat on the bed, while her friend settled for the chair.

“So,” Kenina began, her smile broadening. “Marriage proposals, hm? I’m not surprised. Who’s tried to claim your heart, then?” Hadvar smirked at her, leaning back on the chair.

“Nobody who’s managed to do it,” he replied, winking at her. “What, are you jealous?” To his surprise, his friend shrugged, leaning forward on her knees.

“What if I am?” she asked, eying him affectionately. “You’ve been at my side since the moment I got to Skyrim, and you’ve been protecting me all this time. Do you really expect me to feel nothing for you when you care about me more than anyone else here?” Hadvar blinked, stunned, and rose shakily to his feet.

“…What?” he asked, taking a seat on the bed beside her. Kenina took his hand, tilting her head slightly as she spoke.

“Is it that shocking?” she asked, her eyes softening. “I love you, Hadvar. I’ve loved you for quite some time.” Hadvar’s fingers tightened on her hands, and his eyes widened as he spoke up.

“Kenina…” he stammered, his face reddening. “I…I’ve loved you for longer than I can remember. I couldn’t marry someone else, with these feelings in the way.” He leaned in, moving his hands to his old friend’s waist. “Let’s get married! We can go to Riften tomorrow, and—”

“Hey.” Kenina placed a finger on his lips, her face flushed. “Don’t get too excited on me now, okay? We’ll take this one step at a time.” She slid closer to him, pressing herself against him. “This is a good first step.” She kissed him, her tongue sliding across the inside of his lip, and Hadvar shivered with delight. He had imagined the feeling of her lips countless times, and none of them had prepared him for what it would be like to actually kiss her. His hand moved up to her back, loosening the strings that held her dress together, and she reached for the bottom of his shirt in turn, finally breaking the kiss only to begin undressing him.

“Can I do something for you?” the Nord asked breathlessly, watching her step out of her dress and undo her smallclothes. Kenina looked up curiously and nodded, only to be pulled back onto the bed and moved onto her back. Before she had time to think about it, Hadvar had dipped his head between her legs, his tongue sliding between her lips and licking generously. Kenina clapped a hand over her mouth, trying to stifle her moans so that the other hotel guests didn’t hear.

“Gods, Hadvar!” she gasped, looking down at his enthusiastically bobbing head. “Where did you learn to do that?” The best answer she got was a moan, vibrating against her clit and evoking a delighted whimper. “Mm…”

Honestly, Hadvar would have been perfectly content keeping his head between her thighs all night long. The taste of her was beyond compare, and the noises she made were making him rock hard, but he wasn’t certain he wouldn’t cum just from the feeling of her against his mouth.

“I want you inside me,” Kenina moaned, her fingers tangled in his hair. Her wet, throbbing pussy seemed to agree, and Hadvar pulled away, already craving another taste as he kissed his way up her body. She guided him inside her, looking tenderly up at him as he finally got the feeling he had thought about for years.

“Kenina…” he groaned, trying his best to control himself as he began to move. “You feel amazing…” The Imperial moaned in agreement, kicking her legs up around his rocking hips and kissing him deeply. She could already feel herself getting lost in him, yielding to him as he threw her into pleasure and passion like she had never felt before.

“Hadvar,” she whispered against his neck, planting kisses up to his face and down to his chest. “Hadvar, I love you…I love you…mm!” Her lover had thrust deeper very suddenly, earning a surprised moan, and pushed her further into the bed, rubbing the tip of his cock against a very sensitive spot inside her.

“Can you keep quiet?” he asked playfully, kissing her forehead. Kenina smiled up at him, honestly unsure but more than willing to try.

“Let’s find out, shall we?”

It really was amazing what a slight tilt of the body could do during sex.

Kenina’s head was spinning with the sheer pleasure of it all, and she was far too gone to even scream for her new lover. Hadvar’s head was buried in her neck, covering it with enthusiastic kisses, and his hands were firm on her hips.

“Gods, you’re beautiful,” he whispered when he pulled back, looking affectionately down at the Imperial’s flushed face and messy hair. “I couldn’t even begin to think you’d look this good with me inside you…I love you so much,” he added, leaning back down to kiss her. Every inch of her warm, soft skin felt incredible against his, and he pressed closer to her, trying to feel as much of her body as he could as his orgasm grew closer and closer.

It came as a pleasant surprise when Kenina reached her climax first. Hadvar held her close as she tensed up in his arms, tight and wet and aching for him, and watched with awe as her mouth hung open and her eyes squeezed shut. The sight of her was enough to give him the push he needed, and he was spilling into her before he could even comprehend that it was happening.

He couldn’t bring himself to move in the aftermath, not when his sensitive cock was still enveloped by something so sweet. All the same, he moved away slowly, falling onto the mattress next to Kenina and immediately going in for another kiss.

“Gods, I love you,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her tightly. As they drifted off to sleep together, he couldn’t help but think that he could get used to sleeping this way for the rest of his life.

Hadvar could hardly believe that he was waking up to a kiss from the girl of his dreams. Kenina was smiling up at him, still nude and beautiful, and his heart skipped when he realized that he hadn’t just imagined the night before.

“Good morning,” he sighed blissfully, smoothing his lover’s hair out of her face.

“Good morning,” Kenina replied, snuggling back onto his chest. “I was thinking, you know. After you fell asleep.” She gave him a reassuring squeeze. “I’d love to marry you, Hadvar, if that’s what you’re still thinking about, but I don’t want it to just be excitement making your decisions.” As she spoke, Hadvar rose from the bed, going over to where his clothes lay in a pile on the floor.

“It’ll be excitement no matter when I do it,” he pointed out, rooting through his pockets. Kenina laughed affectionately, sitting up to watch him.

“All the same. If you still want to marry me in a month, come up to Jorrvaskr and propose to me there.” Hadvar looked up, smiling teasingly as he came back to the bed.

“Do you really think that’ll scare me off?” he asked, placing an amulet of Mara on the girl’s lap. She looked down at it, surprised that he even had it, but only beamed even more when she looked back at him. “I’ll be there in a month, and your tough Companion friends won’t stop me.” Kenina leaned in to kiss him again.

“I was hoping you’d say that,” she murmured against his lips.

Oh, noooo!!! This is heart breaking! I'm on the edge of my seat, though! I can't wait to see what happens next!

“What exactly are we doing up here?” Erandur asked, slightly short on breath as he trudged up the mountain path. Ahead of him, Nandita looked over her shoulder, her face flushed but still cheerful.

“There’s a group of trolls that’s been causing trouble down in the towns,” she explained. “Apparently some hunters tracked them up to the top of this mountain, but they were afraid to actually go deal with them. That’s our job.” Erandur nodded in agreement, looking around at the dark that enveloped them.

“I understand, but…” He gestured around them. “Why wouldn’t we wait until morning to do something like this? You’ve never liked fighting in the dark, especially outside.” The Redguard girl paused, giving him an opportunity to catch up.

“Well, I consider it my duty as Dragonborn to keep Skyrim as safe as possible,” she said, throwing in a little dramatic flair for good measure. “As soon as I can, I go and deal with trouble, no matter where it is.” Before she could continue, she turned back to the path, only to find that they had reached the mountain’s flattened peak. “…Oh. We’re here.” Erandur frowned, peering over her shoulder to find that they were standing on a cold, rocky clearing.

“There aren’t any trolls here,” he remarked, raising his hands to cast a Candlelight spell as he stepped forward. “Not even any caves or boulders for trolls to make their home in.” He turned back, frowning at his companion. “Care to explain, Nandita?”

“I can’t,” Nandita insisted, looking around as well. “I know it was this mountain, I saw the hunters myself. Maybe the trolls…migrated?”

“Do trolls migrate?”

“I don’t see why they wouldn’t.” Erandur sighed, taking a seat on a smooth stone. Smiling nervously, Nandita went to join him, gesturing out at the view below them. “On the bright side, take a look at that. Isn’t it beautiful?” Erandur blinked, looking from the forests in the distance to the auroras gleaming above their heads.

“It is,” he agreed, allowing himself a smile. “We have enough to set up camp here, if you want to rest before we head back down the mountain.”

Once they had made makeshift bedrolls out of their clothes and started a gently crackling fire, the two traveling partners lay down to watch the stars. Nandita, for her part, was quietly thrilled, and Erandur couldn’t help but wonder about the broad smile on her face.

“I didn’t know you were so interested in the sky, my friend,” he teased, rolling onto his stomach to look at her. Nandita looked over at him, her eyes soft.

“I don’t get to relax very often. When I travel at night, I’m usually looking at the road more than the sky.” She returned her gaze to the lights above them. “You shouldn’t stay at the Temple, Erandur. You’re missing out on views like this.”

“Don’t bring this up again,” the priest sighed, lying beside her and giving her hand a squeeze. “Let’s talk about something else.” Nandita eyed him expectantly, and he cleared his throat. “Have you settled down yet? Do you have someone to go home to when you’re not out adventuring?” The girl’s face grew hot, and she glanced away self-consciously.

“I have…a housecarl. And a dog. They live in Solitude,” she said bashfully. “I’m too busy to get married, you know that. I work for the Companions, I do jobs where I can find them, and I worry about you. That takes up enough of my time.” When Erandur remained silent, she sat up abruptly, her eyes flashing. “Maybe I haven’t settled down yet, but I have the sun shining on me every day. Do you?” Erandur lay a hand on her shoulder, giving her an affectionate rub.

“Goodnight, Nandita,” he said simply, pulling his robes closer around him and curling up on the mat. Nandita pouted at him, but settled for moving up beside him and letting sleep take her away as well.

When Erandur woke up, the sun was just beginning to shine on his face, and Nandita was already awake and packing her things. The priest sat up slowly, rubbing his eyes and watching his friend turn around to look at him.

“Good morning,” she said playfully, handing him a loaf of buttered bread. “Here’s some breakfast. I have some smoked horker too, if you want protein.” Erandur took the food gratefully, loosening the hood on his robe.

“Thank you very much. What are our plans for today?”

“Well, last time I was at Jorrvaskr, my friend Vilkas told me that there was a group of Spriggans that were causing trouble in the Rift. We could go take care of those, if you’re so inclined.” Nandita beamed down at him, and the Dunmer nodded.

“Spriggans are a welcome challenge,” he said, finally rising to his feet. “That’ll be a long walk. Shall we go?” His friend nodded eagerly.

“Ready when you are.”

Erandur could see the exasperation in his face when he looked down into the lake. The only living creatures there were dragonflies and fish, along with a very shamefaced Nandita.

“…That’s odd,” the Redguard offered. “This is definitely the place Vilkas told me to go.” Erandur turned to her, crossing his arms over his chest.

“You need to explain this,” he said suspiciously. “First the trolls, and now this. What exactly are you playing at?” Nandita clapped her hands together suddenly, straightening her back and glaring at him.

“Do you think I’m lying to you?” she asked, impassioned. “Do you really think I’d lie to you, Erandur? After everything we’ve been through together?” The elf opened his mouth to protest, but she kept on going, raising her voice. “I can’t believe this! I’ve worked with the Companions for months, and how do they repay me? By giving me a bad contract and making one of my closest friends question his own trust in me! I have half a mind to walk to Whiterun right now and complain to each and every one of them!”

All of her dramatics were utterly scripted, of course, but when she looked back at Erandur, he seemed deeply apologetic.

“Nandita…” he began, moving forward to take her hands. “You know nothing could stop me from trusting you. You saved my life, after all. Of course it was just a bad contract. I’m sorry.” Nandita felt a pang of guilt, and leaned forward to embrace her friend, even going as far as to plant a kiss on his cheek.

“No need to be sorry,” she said cheerfully, pulling back and gesturing at the lake. “Look at this. We’ve found a perfect spot to have a picnic, and I was just starting to get hungry. How about we enjoy this little mishap before we go to Whiterun?”

Erandur sat with the sandwich Nandita had quickly made him, watching her as she darted in and out from between the trees.

“I have to say,” he called, “this trip of ours has been a lot more enjoyable than I imagined. I thought we’d be fighting much more.” Out of his sight, the Redguard smiled, his comment making her feel quite accomplished.

“You seem to think I spend a lot of time with a sword in my hand,” she pointed out. “Just because that’s the first thing we did together doesn’t mean it’s all I ever do.” She bounded back over to him, her hands behind her back. “For example…” She revealed the humble bouquet of mountain flowers she had been collecting, and handed it to him with a flourish. “Sometimes I give my friends flowers, just because.” Erandur smiled genuinely, a more than welcome sight to his companion, and took the bouquet graciously.

“You’re a sweetheart,” he remarked, gesturing at the pack of food she had left for him. “But you should eat too, before we go.”

The Dragonborn’s face was practically glowing as she took a seat. This little adventure of theirs was going better than she could have ever anticipated.

The armor had barely settled on the ground before Brynjolf grabbed his lover by the hips, hoisting her onto the nearest table and pulling her legs around his waist.

“I’m going to ravish you, lass,” he growled, undoing his pants as quickly as his sweaty hands allowed. His aching cock was barely out when he pushed it inside her, earning a shaky moan as he immediately gained speed.

“Gods, yes,” Rodina purred, squeezing him with her thighs as he thrust into her. His face was slack with pleasure, and his hands were trembling on the table beside her. She had imagined his face during sex countless times, but seeing it gasping above her was something beyond her imagination. “Brynjolf…” she whispered, gripping his shoulders as he shoved himself deeper inside her. He moaned wordlessly, and she giggled a bit, reaching up to silence him. “You don’t want them to hear us, do you?”

“Maybe I do,” Brynjolf groaned, slowing down just enough to make the Breton squirm desperately. “Maybe I want to make you scream, so they know what we’re doing in here.” Rodina sighed blissfully, sitting up to kiss him and pulling his hips closer to her.

“I’d much rather not be interrupted,” she murmured against his mouth, grinding on him as she spoke. “You know they’d have plenty to say if they knew about this…I’d much rather it just be you and I right now…wouldn’t you?” She punctuated the question with a thrust, and Brynjolf shoved her back down on the table to regain control.

“As my Guildmaster wishes,” he teased, although it only aroused Rodina further. She laughed, throwing her head back and arching her back as he hit spots inside her that she had forgotten existed. “Next time, though…next time I’m going to take you up to the inn and make as much noise as I want…” Rodina moaned in response, too dazed and pleasured to do anything beyond that. She knew she was close to release, much to her dismay, but she’d be damned if she didn’t get Brynjolf there with her.

“Next time I’ll be on top of you, too,” she said sweetly, trying to speak clearly through the gasps and whimpers her lover was getting out of her. “What do you think? Would you like me to ride you?” As she asked, she squeezed her muscles around him, and he trembled slightly at the feeling.

“Gods, Rodina, you’re sure you don’t want me to scream?” he groaned, leaning down to kiss down her chest. “You feel amazing…” Rodina smiled euphorically, pushing herself further against him and taking delight in how rigid he was getting. She could feel him getting harder inside of her, throbbing as he inched closer to orgasm, and she loved the way it felt. All the same, she was the first to cum, her mouth hanging open as he finally sent her over the edge. Her short fingernails dug into his back and her thighs tensed against his sides, and the feeling of her was enough for Brynjolf to finally throw his head back and moan as he pumped into her.

Neither of them managed to speak until after Brynjolf had pulled himself out of her. Still gasping, he leaned forward to kiss her again, then wiped the sweat off of his brow.

“So,” he said, playful as ever. “Any chance you actually want to go back out to the party?” Rodina grinned, forcing herself off of the table and going to retrieve her armor.

“A Guildmaster has her duties,” she replied teasingly. “Let’s go.”

Two months had passed before Bolli finally gave in and started asking around the city for his missing lover. He had kept as quiet as he could before, both to keep Nivenor sated and to keep the nature of his relationship with Nadia as private as he could. The latter didn’t exactly matter at that point, considering how many people had witnessed and talked about their kiss in front of the temple, but he was doing his best to keep his head down. He worked, he wrote business deals, he drank occasionally, and he returned to his wife at the end of the day.

But today, he dared to go up to Madesi’s stall and speak up for the first time in weeks.

“Madesi,” he began cautiously. The Argonian looked up, eying the fisherman curiously.

“Here to buy something?” he asked.

“Not today. I actually have a question for you.” Bolli paused, looking around for eavesdroppers before speaking up again. “You and Nadia are friends, right?”

“I haven’t seen her,” Madesi cut in, shaking his head. “She hasn’t been here, Bolli. Why would she be?” The fisherman’s shoulders slumped.

“I don’t know,” he began, only for the merchant across from him to speak up again.

“You kissed her in public, Bolli. Half the city was there to see you do it. You had to know that it was a mistake.” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “I respect you, but this isn’t my problem. I’d appreciate it if you leave me out of your affair from now on.” Bolli nodded wordlessly, turning away from the stall.

Despite his wounded pride, he moved on to Marise’s stall, smiling weakly at her as she organized her goods. To his relief, she smiled back at him, stepping aside to show off her product.

“Lots of new food in today,” she said. “Would you like any samples?” Before he could answer, she broke off a small bite of salmon and handed it to him.

“Appreciate it, Marise. Can I talk to you about something?” When the elf nodded, he looked around again, making a bit of awkward eye contact with Edda before continuing. “Have you seen Nadia recently?” Marise frowned, the discomfort obvious in her face.

“Bolli…Nivenor gives me enough trouble as it is, without me helping you cheat on her. I haven’t seen her, anyway. Last time she came by, she was stocking up for a long trip.” She paused, her face softening. “I’m sorry, Bolli. I’m sure you two had something special, but…she isn’t coming back.” The Nord looked at her, his expression stony, and nodded.

“I know. But that won’t stop me from worrying until I hear something,” he said bluntly, before walking away and leaving her apologetic at the cart.

He settled for sitting at one of the back tables at the Bee and Barb, doing his best to drink away the thought of the elusive Breton. At the table next to him, Mjoll offered him a small, encouraging smile, and he forced himself to smile back, nodding his acknowledgement. Before he could say anything to her, however, his drinking was interrupted.

“It’s been a while, Bolli,” Haelga said sweetly, taking a seat across from him. “I’ve missed you…and that pretty tongue of yours.” Bolli glanced up at her, then returned to his drink.

“Hello, Haelga,” he said, faking cheerfulness the best he could. To his dismay, the woman saw right through him, and leaned forward on the table.

“For Dibella’s sake,” she complained, “you’re still moping over that Nadia girl? You still have me, remember?” She reached for his hand, winking at him. “Come on, you can’t tell me that she was really better than I am. Maybe you need a reminder—”

“Haelga.” Bolli had suddenly looked up, his eyes flashing and his hand tight around his ale bottle. “Go home. I’m not leaving here with you again.” Haelga stared at him, her jaw slack as she rose from the table.

“…You promised me you would take me away from this place,” she said bitterly, her fists clenched at her sides. “You said you’d take me somewhere beautiful and start over with me.” People were starting to turn around and look now, and Bolli kept his eyes down, his face red. “You’re going to regret this, Bolli.” With that, she stormed from the inn, leaving her former lover to fight back tears all over again.

It was a cold, dark night when sleeplessness sent Bolli out into the city. He had finished the last bottle of ale in the house, his estranged wife slept alone upstairs, and the least he could do was go back to the inn and restock. When he left the house, however, he was surprised to see a leather-clad figure crouching at the door next to his. The hooded figure looked up from the lock it was picking, and Bolli could see their shoulders tense.

“What are you doing?” he asked harshly, storming over to the thief as they stepped backwards. Before he could say any more, the hood dropped, revealing the familiar, blushing face. He froze, his arms dropping to his sides as the Breton moved closer to him.

“Hi, Bolli,” she said softly, her eyes on the ground.

“Nadia,” Bolli whispered, reaching shakily for her arms. She allowed him to touch her, and looked up wordlessly. “What…what are you doing?”

“I’m working.” Nadia gestured back at the door halfheartedly. “Brynjolf asked me to come back. He said he could use my skills, and Markarth was getting a bit too hectic for my liking.” Bolli’s fingers tightened on her arms, and he pulled her away from the rows of houses. This wasn’t the girl who gave septims to the beggars, who spent extra money at Grelka’s stall so that she could get closer to leaving Skyrim, and who protected Marise from Hemming and Sibbi’s teasing. If she was working for the Guild, he feared that he was losing the part of her personality that he had fallen in love with, and that had set her apart from practically everyone else in Riften.

“You can’t work for the Guild,” he said firmly, resting his hands on her shoulders. “You’re better than that.” Nadia laughed wryly, taking a seat on a barrel nearby.

“Am I,” she scoffed. “It’s not all bad work. Sometimes we help people out. I give a lot of the money I earn to people who are worse off. It’s just another source of income.” She sighed, glancing around at the foggy town. “…Do you want to talk somewhere more privately?”

The two retreated to the fishery, curling up together on the floor of the office. Bolli finally wrapped an arm around the shorter girl, and she relaxed into his side.

“Where have you been?” he asked. “Why didn’t you write to me?”

“I couldn’t,” Nadia insisted, though the apology was clear in her eyes. “I was figuring things out for myself. Like I said before I left…we let this go too far.” Bolli sighed, pulling his hat off so that he could wipe his brow.

“Do you really believe that?” When the girl remained quiet, he studied her face, trying to figure out what he saw there. “I cared about you, Nadia. I still do. You have to know that.”

“I do,” Nadia replied softly, squeezing his hand. “But that doesn’t change what this is. You have a wife, a business…you have too much on the line to let me jeopardize it.” Bolli frowned, confused.

“You think you’d jeopardize it?” he asked, alarmed. “Nivenor won’t leave me. She’s the one with more to lose.” Nadia shook her head, leaning forward on her hands.

“We can’t do this forever, as much as you’d like to. She’ll find out.”

“She already knows.” Now the Breton looked up, eyes widening, and Bolli pulled her closer. “It doesn’t matter. We talked about it. You left town, and that was the end of it.” Nadia closed her eyes, biting her lip hard.

“Bolli…this doesn’t help. Especially now that I’m back.” She pulled away, moving a safe distance away, but Bolli only leaned forward.

“Nadia.” He looked at her as meaningfully as he could. “You’re worth it. Do you understand me? You can work with the Guild if you want, but…having you back feels like a gift from Mara, and I’d hate to see you get hurt. Please…please be careful.” Nadia finally smiled, and the sight was enough to send Bolli’s heart fluttering.

“…The job can wait,” she sighed, leaning in to kiss him.

Ulfric had just left the war room when the door to his palace swung open. At first, he didn’t acknowledge the visitor, preferring to ascend to his throne before dealing with such things. In retrospect, it was a good thing that he was sitting down when he looked back up.

Tomas was walking slowly, unable to hide the fear on his face as he approached the throne. He had a small box in his hands, which he placed at the king’s feet.

“…King Ulfric,” he said softly, his eyes down. Ulfric reached down for the box, and opened it to find himself looking at a trio of silver rings. In truth, he had no idea why the elf had decided to bring him a gift, but he nodded graciously all the same.

“Thank you, Tomas. They’re very nice,” he said, forcing himself to remain stone-faced. “Welcome back. I trust you’ve figured out whatever it was you needed to figure out in Riften?”

“Yes, your Majesty,” Tomas replied, daring to look up. “I was just doing work, making more money than I could have done here. I didn’t mean to offend.” Ulfric closed his eyes, biting the inside of his cheek to keep himself calm. Tomas had never acted subservient before, and in all honesty, it made him deeply uncomfortable. Had there been something in his letter that had changed the way they viewed each other? Perhaps—more likely, Ulfric realized with a grimace—Tomas knew that this behavior would bother him, and was doing it out of spite.

In any case, he was back. And Ulfric would be damned if he wasted this chance again.

“It’s good to see you,” he said, rising from the throne and coming closer to him. “Can I get you anything? Food, wine?” Despite his best efforts, Tomas smiled lightly.

“If you want to drink with me, your Majesty, I’d be honored to.”

The two settled in the war room, their conversation finally becoming livelier as they drank. Ulfric was relieved to see that Tomas was slowly slipping back into his normal demeanor, even if he wouldn’t stop calling him ‘King Ulfric.’ The elf leaned back on the table, relaxing as he and his king caught up on all their escapades since his disappearance.

“Galmar was wondering where you were, too,” Ulfric remarked, only half-teasing. “He was very sad when his new hunting partner vanished off of the face of Nirn.” Tomas grinned affectionately, rolling his dark eyes.

“I never meant to break his heart,” he sighed melodramatically. When he returned his gaze to the Nord, he looked much more serious. “I was always going to come back. I bought a house in Riften, yes, but I like having a home to go to in different cities, and Honeyside was cheap enough.”

“You ought to buy a property here, then,” Ulfric contended, smiling wryly. “You say you’ve earned quite a bit of money while you were away, and there’s a home available right now. Why don’t you buy it?”

“Because that’s where the Butcher was sacrificing his victims,” Tomas retorted, his face paling slightly. Ulfric merely shrugged.

“That’s dealt with, and it’s even been cleaned up. I can have Jora bless it for you, if you’re worried about it being haunted.”

“Yes, but—” Ulfric suddenly slammed his hand on the table next to Tomas, moving so that their bodies were inches apart. The elf flinched, but kept his eyes up and tried not to get distracted by the scent of wine on the king’s breath.

“You’re still my officer, Tomas,” Ulfric growled, “and people have been asking about whether I plan to make you a Thane. If you want those titles and benefits, you need to act as such. Talk to Jorleif when you have the funds.” Tomas winced, but nodded wordlessly, before squirming away from the Nord and hurrying for the door. In the emptiness that followed, all Ulfric could do was slam his fist against the table, shouting out his frustration.

“Damn it!” His temper had gotten the best of him, as it tended to do in vital moments, and he had wasted his chance.

That damn elf would be the death of him, he feared.

“That bitch Niranye keeps hiking up her prices,” Rolff slurred, leaning back in his chair. “Damn elves, always trying to con honest folk out of their living.”

At the other side of the fireplace, Tomas kept his eyes on his drink, doing his best to listen to the bard’s lute instead of the drunk’s racism. He had no idea how a man as likeable as Galmar could come from the same mother as that bastard.

“You okay? You look angry.” Somehow, Stenvar had come over from his table without him noticing, and had taken a seat beside him. The two had fought side by side before, and Tomas was surprised to find that he was still as comfortable as ever with the burly sellsword.

“I won’t be after a few more drinks,” he said with a chuckle, draining his ale and immediately opening another. “Gods, why did I come here…I need peace and quiet, not Rolff telling me why I should go back to Valenwood.” He shook his head bitterly, earning a sympathetic tongue click from Stenvar as he continued. “Windhelm is full of bastards like him. I stood right next to Ulfric when we took Solitude, and all they see are my pointy ears.”

“I usually see your sword,” Stenvar teased, grinning. “You keep me too busy to have me worrying about whether or not you’re an elf.” Tomas took a long swig, hiccupping slightly as he finished.

“I don’t even know if that’s a compliment or not,” he wheezed, swaying slightly in his chair, “but I don’t care. You’re a good friend, Stenvar. A real Nord, too.” He turned to glare at Rolff, who was currently stumbling about and toasting anyone who walked by. “Not like him. You care more about honor and loyalty than anything else. That’s what a Nord should be!” He finished his next drink, and Stenvar tilted his head, slightly concerned. From what he knew of Tomas, something was wrong besides Rolff’s comments, and he couldn’t help but wonder about it.

Before he could say anything, the Nord in question had made his way to their chairs, and he raised his tankard.

“Ah, and here’s Tomas! A drink to you, elf! You may be a tree-spawn, but at least you fight like a Nord!” he said, taking a long swig. Tomas glared at him, taking a drink himself before speaking.

“Tree-spawn? I’m not a damn Spriggan,” he grumbled, his eyes piercing. Rolff took no notice, raising his mug even higher.

“A toast to Tomas, and to my brave brother Galmar, for being at King Ulfric’s side! A toast to Ulfric Stormcloak! Reclaiming Skyrim from those filthy elves, and now he even gets to bed Queen Elisif!” He laughed loudly, and Tomas drank one more time before slamming his bottle down. Stenvar had seen the Bosmer in combat before, but he had never seen him as heated as he was when he rose shakily to his feet.

“Shut your damn mouth, Rolff,” he snarled, only for the Nord to howl with laughter.

“Why? Jealous of our dear King?” he asked. “I am too, elf, no shame in admitting it! We’d all like to be where he is, bending Elisif over a table and ramming her like—”

He was silenced by Tomas’ fist landing squarely in the center of his face.

Galmar was making his rounds, talking to the guards about any trouble they had faced, when the commotion reached his ears. Curious as ever, he approached Candlehearth Hall, only for his heart to sink. Tomas was lying at the bottom of the stairs outside, struggling even to sit up, and Rolff was approaching him menacingly, a dagger glinting in his fist and blood streaming from his nose.

“I’m going to cut your cock off first,” he growled, “then your pointy ears. You’re dead, elf!”

“Rolff!” Galmar roared, sprinting to Tomas’ aid. “What in Talos’ name are you doing to him?”

“Me? The little bastard broke my nose!” Rolff protested, wiping the blood from his lips. “Give me one reason not to destroy him.”

“Our king. That’s reason enough.” Galmar hoisted Tomas to his feet. “I’ll make sure he’s dealt with. Go get that taken care of.” As he dragged the half-conscious elf away, he groaned, rubbing his temple with his free hand.

“You’re a gods-damned disaster, Tomas,” he complained.

Galmar had barely managed to get Tomas tucked into a bed in the palace before he was out of it again. Even in his wasted state, he knew where he needed to go. Holding on to the wall to keep the room from spinning, he stumbled to the king’s chambers at the end of the hall.

Ulfric was awakened by a sudden, jolting movement on his bed. He sat up abruptly to find Tomas sprawled at the foot of his bed, reeking of alcohol. With a sigh, he turned the drunken elf onto his back, only for him to sit up and practically crawl on top of him.

“Tomas…don’t do that…” Ulfric forced the elf onto the bed beside him. “How did you get here?”

“G-Galmar saved me,” Tomas stuttered, tears filling his eyes. “Doesn’t matter. Ulfric…gotta tell you something.” Ulfric sighed, rubbing the elf’s shoulder as he sniffled.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, as gently as he could considering the stench of ale. He would have to have his sheets washed, if Tomas was planning on sleeping here. But he forgot about all of that when his drunken officer spoke up again.

“I’m so, so sorry I’ve acted the way I have,” he slurred. “I-I just…don’t know how to deal with this…you’re my king and I’m in love with you…” He lurched forward, burying his face in Ulfric’s chest and feeling the way the Nord’s heart pounded at this news. “I-I’m sorry…you should banish me…make me go back to Valenwood…” Ulfric moved so that he could look at the Bosmer’s tear-streaked face, and couldn’t help but smile affectionately.

“Why would I do that, you little fool?” he asked. “I love you, too.” Tomas kissed him, albeit sloppily, and Ulfric moved him onto his back, deepening the kiss and sliding a large hand under his shirt. Though the smell was still less than ideal, the taste of ale on his lover’s mouth was intoxicating, and Ulfric soon became greedier, grabbing at as much skin as he could reach.

“Put your cock inside me,” Tomas whimpered when his mouth trailed to his neck. Ulfric groaned, the demand enough to get his cock aching, and continued kissing down his body. “Ulfric, please…”

“Be patient,” the Nord commanded, sitting up to undress himself and watching the elf struggle to do the same. He reached down to help him, loosening his pants to reveal an admittedly impressive cock. Part of him wanted to take the whole thing in his mouth…but he could do that another time. He had heard his officer’s order, and he was more than ready to oblige.

Tomas’ back arched and his muscles tightened when Ulfric pushed himself inside him.

“Gods, you’re so big,” he moaned, wiggling his hips to feel the cock inside him even more. “Ulfric…” The sound of his needy, desperate voice was enough, and soon his king was thrusting wildly inside him, grunting and moaning eagerly as he finally took the elf he had wanted for so long. Months, even years of tension finally came out in the way he moved, jerking hard and slapping against the elf’s smooth, pale skin. Tomas’ voice quickly grew louder and higher, and he threw his head back, mouth agape in pleasure.

“Ulfric, Ulfric, Ulfric!” he chanted in time with the thrusts, reaching to pump his own cock. His lover quickly took that duty from him, leaving him to grip the sheets and shout for him as he was stretched wide by the hefty length inside him. Looking up to see his king panting and sweating pushed him even closer to sweet release, and he couldn’t help but get even louder. “Ulfric, I love you!”

And that was enough. Ulfric came suddenly and violently, shouting for Tomas as he rode out his orgasm. Somewhere in the middle, he felt his lover spill on both of their stomachs, his own screams sounding rather far away in the midst of his pleasure.

As they settled back into the bed, nude and satisfied, Ulfric couldn’t help but rest his arm around Tomas’ shoulders. The elf’s drunkenness had caught up to him, and he was already dozing off, but the king couldn’t help but feel that they had cut through their tension all the same.

Tomas’ stomach lurched the moment he woke up, and he groaned quietly, clapping a hand over his eyes to block out the sun. The sound of his weak voice got Ulfric’s attention, and the king looked over to find the Bosmer rolling around in the bed.

“Good morning,” he said affectionately, leaning down to plant a kiss on his throbbing forehead. “Did you sleep well?”

“I wish I was still asleep,” Tomas whined, burying his face in a pillow. “Too much ale…” He forced himself to look up, smiling slightly at his new lover. “In case you were wondering, I remember the way you felt inside me.” Ulfric grinned, ruffling the elf’s dirty hair.

“Glad to hear it. I was worried I’d have to remind you,” he teased, sprawling back in the blankets. Tomas smirked, rolling onto his back so that he was resting at his side.

“In that case, I’ve forgotten,” he replied. “Would you mind refreshing my memory?” Ulfric leaned down to kiss him again, but left it at that for the time being.

“You need to clean yourself up, before anything else.” He paused, biting his lip as he realized what had happened last night. “Galmar and I will talk to Rolff and make sure there isn’t any trouble. We’ll probably have to pay him a bit.” The Bosmer sighed, wringing his hands on his stomach and shaking his head.

“Gods…I can’t believe I hit him that hard,” he murmured. “I ought to at least apologize.” He hummed to himself, lost in thought. “Speaking of which…will Elisif be angry about what happened last night?” Ulfric shrugged, folding his arms behind his head and looking up at the banners above him. He wasn’t sure, in all honesty. Elisif had implied in their last conversation that she had taken a bedwarmer, and didn’t really seem to care what he did in Windhelm. But she had warned him about Tomas, and perhaps she had a point. Most of the citizens seemed to know how valued the elf was within the palace, and after Galmar had protected him the night before, rumors would almost certainly spread.

“Elisif doesn’t have to know,” he replied, moving to kiss Tomas’ neck as he spoke. “She’s in Solitude, after all. We can keep this quiet, can’t we?”

“That depends,” Tomas replied breathlessly, sighing at the feeling of his lover’s lips. “Is this the only time we’ll do this?” Ulfric kissed his way up to his face, pausing to look tenderly at him. Even hungover and messy, he was still gorgeous.

“I don’t want it to be, if that’s what you’re asking,” he replied. Tomas seemed to approve of this answer, leaning in to return the kiss.

“In that case,” he continued, “my question remains. A good Queen should know about everything that happens in her domain…especially when that includes her husband bedding his former officer.” He grinned mischievously, looking up at the ceiling. “If I was King, I’d have contacts everywhere. I imagine she has people here who report to her themselves.”

“It’s a possibility,” the Nord agreed, “but you seem to forget that I’m royalty, too.” He moved to press his chest against Tomas’, his kisses becoming more forceful. “The King of Skyrim should get what he wants, don’t you think?” Tomas’ hands trailed downwards, and Ulfric’s breath hitched as he felt smooth fingers rubbing against his shaft.

“And what does the King want right now?” he asked. Before he could say anymore, Ulfric silenced him with a deep kiss, and they both knew the answer.

JE-sus. I just. I.

WOW.

I've been waiting for this part for so long, and it did NOT disappoint. So good. SO GOOD.

And this line? "It had been some time since Ulfric had been able to enjoy someone else in his bed; the urgency of war and politics had eclipsed the urgency of lust for so long that he’d almost stopped lusting entirely." SO IN CHARACTER. ALL OF IT. ULFRIC'S DIRTY SOLDIER MOUTH AND HIS MATURE "I CAN WAIT" ATTITUDE AND HIS ENTITLED JARL ORDERING AND JAW-GRABBING (HGNNNN) AND ASDLKFJASD.

I'D LIKE TO THANK GOD AND ALSO JESUS FOR YOU. AND THIS FIC.

Nadia was gasping and whimpering as she squirmed underneath her lover. Bolli was gripping the floor on either side of her, fighting back groans as he got lost in her again. The discomfort of the floor was all but forgotten, and the two settled for tangling up with each other and looking into each other’s eyes. The tender look in the fisherman’s face was enough to bring Nadia to tears, and she covered her face with her free hand, trying her best to hide her emotions.

“Am I hurting you?” Bolli whispered, slowing down and taking her hand. “We don’t need to do this…” Nadia smiled through her tears, gripping his fingers tightly.

“I’m okay,” she whispered. “It’s just…I love you, Bolli. I love you so much.” Bolli’s breath hitched, and he pushed forward again, slowly pushing them both to climax.

“Say that again,” he murmured, greedy for the sound of those words and her voice. Nadia smiled mischievously, and nodded, pressing her hips up against him.

“I love you,” she whispered, urging him to push forward. The feeling of him inside her sent her voice shaking. “I love you, Bolli…I love you…!” Her voice harmonized with Bolli’s soft groans, and she finally came, shoving her body up against him as her lover took control. He was close behind, almost embarrassed at how long and heavy his orgasm was. The pleased look on his girl’s face, however, was enough to make any of his insecurities melt away.

Bolli sighed, spent and satisfied, as he held Nadia to his chest. The Breton smiled brightly, looking up at her lover again.

“You know,” she said softly, “we don’t have to stay here. With your wealth, we could start over anywhere we want. Whiterun…Hammerfell…Akavir…”

“Akavir?” Bolli laughed. “That’s quite a way to go.” He leaned down to kiss her. “I don’t think my boat can take us that far.”

“That’s not the point,” Nadia insisted, sprawling across his chest. “We don’t have to stay here. Say the word, and I’ll follow you anywhere you want to go.” Bolli smiled sadly at her, sitting up and pulling her along with him.

“You know I’m tempted,” he began, “but you also know I can’t. Riften needs us, darling.”

“Does it?” Nadia rose to her feet, looking for her clothes where they had been abandoned. She would probably be betrayed by the scent of fish, but she couldn’t bring herself to mind that much. “Weren’t you among the many people telling me to get out while I still can?”

“That was when you came here,” Bolli replied, looking for his trousers. “People know you here now. You protect people, you donate to the temple…you’re liked here. Even if you’re working with the Guild, people will be happy to see that you’re back.” He pulled his shirt on next, then looked for his hat. “And me…I have the fishery, and the temple…and my wife.” Nadia nodded, leaning forward on the table.

“Are you going to tell her that I’m back?”

“I’m sure she’ll know soon enough.” Bolli sighed, going back to hold her again. “Damn, it’s good to have you back.” Nadia grinned, pushing up to kiss him again.

“It’s good to be back.”

Gosh, thank you! I've also been waiting for this part for a long time, haha. And I am delighted to hear that it didn't disappoint; after screwing around with the plot for so long, I had worried the porn would fall short.

You're too kind, anon.

When Nivenor went out into the marketplace, she was stunned to find that Nadia was there as well. The Breton had her back to her, as she spoke to Madesi, and Bolli’s wife hurried to speak with Grelka.

“Is that who I think it is?” she muttered. The woman at the stall shrugged, organizing her wares as she spoke.

“Nadia? Yeah, she’s back. Why do you care?” she asked bluntly. Nivenor’s face grew hot, and she did her best to keep her temper under control.

“You know why I care,” she replied. “She and Bolli—”

“Sleep together? Yeah. We all know.” Grelka looked up from her work, barely containing her disgust. “Don’t look for any sympathy here, Nivenor. You and I both know that you have no love for the man. Don’t be surprised that he looked for it somewhere else.” When Nivenor said nothing, she rolled her eyes. “You and I also both know that you haven’t been faithful. So do me a favor and save your act for someone who doesn’t pay attention.” With that, she looked past her, calling out her typical sales pitch. “Looking to stay alive? Why take a chance? Come to Grelka’s armor stand!” The Bosmer stormed off, retreating to the safety of her own house and the comforts inside it.

After she was done speaking with the Argonian, Nadia headed back to the fishery, where her Nordic lover was working hard. Grinning, she closed the door to his office, then hurried to wrap her arms around his shoulders.

“What are you up to?” she asked cheerfully.

“Oddly enough, I’m going over the numbers that Kleppr sent me. The purchase agreement in Markarth really brought numbers up.” He looked over his shoulder, kissing her. “Thank you for that, darling.”

“Ah, that agreement brings back memories,” Nadia said lightly, her lips pressed against his neck. Bolli sighed, leaning into her kisses.

“I’m very tense, Nadia,” he purred, his eyes drifting closed. “So much paperwork to get done today…I could use a break.” The Breton eyed him curiously.

“You know damn well that someone will catch us if we do it in here,” she replied teasingly. All the same, Bolli pulled her onto his lap, burying his face in her clothed breasts.

“That’s true,” he murmured, pulling her dress down and kissing the newly exposed skin. “I’m not certain I care, though.” He pushed her onto the table, his cock already hard and ready, and the purchase agreement was forgotten for a while.

Nivenor spent most of her dinner in silence, though she kept glancing up at her husband. Bolli looked shamefully happy, and she couldn’t help but feel a dull anger.

“I saw Nadia in the market today,” she said softly. “I’m glad to see she made it back to Riften in one piece.” Bolli nodded, taking a bite of his dinner.

“She came by the fishery again to ask if she could have her job back. I gave it to her.” His play on words was certainly intentional, but Nivenor said nothing, deciding to focus on the meal in front of her instead.

“Are you going to the inn tonight?” she asked lowly. When Bolli nodded, she rose from the table, taking her empty plate away. “Have fun, then.”

If nothing else, at least she’d have the house to herself for a few hours.

The next day, Bolli frowned, staring down at the bill in front of him. Nivenor had spent even more on clothing during the past month than she had in the month before, and had racked up a new bill on jewelry from Cyrodiil. Exasperated, he rose to his feet, pocketing the sheets and stalking up to the city.

“Nivenor!” he called when he entered the house. “We need to talk about the bills!” In the silence that followed, he paused, hearing a slight shifting in the bedroom upstairs. He climbed the stairs, expecting to find his wife stirring from a nap.

Instead, she was fully nude, moaning, and bouncing on top of Hemming Black-Briar. He froze, his brain too overloaded to work, and in his confusion, Hemming looked over to find him standing there.

“Oh!” he gasped, sitting up abruptly. “Bolli…!” Nivenor shot up from the bed, alarmed, and stared at her husband, a hand clapped over her mouth.

“Oh, gods…Bolli, I didn’t want you to find out like this,” she murmured. His eyes still wide, Bolli simply turned away, letting the bills flutter to the floor as he stumbled back to the front door.

“I can’t believe Rune got caught with his hand in the strongbox,” Delvin groaned, shaking his head. “I’d expect that kind of mistake from a rookie, not him.” On the other side of the table, Nadia leaned back, grinning.

“Ah, he got caught up in the excitement. It’s hard not to do that sometimes,” she replied. “At least he had the gold to pay off the guard. It’s a pain to get our people out of jail.” Before she could defend her friend any more, Brynjolf took a seat beside them, shaking his head.

“Sometimes I get tired of working with the Black-Briars,” he sighed, borrowing Delvin’s mead for a sip. “Maven’s the only one of the bunch who knows how to keep herself out of trouble.” Nadia frowned, straightening back up.

“Did something happen?”

“Her damned son, Hemming.” Brynjolf glanced between them. “Got caught in bed with a married woman. Maven is furious.” Delvin scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“As she should be. Fool should know better to do something like that when he’s not sure he won’t get caught. Who was it, anyway? Drifa?”

“Nivenor. The fisherman’s wife.” Nadia’s eyes widened.

“Nivenor, really?” she asked. “With Hemming?”

“I said the same thing,” Brynjolf said with a smirk. “I’m surprised anybody would give that little weasel the time of day.”

“I’m not,” Tonilia chimed in from her seat. “That icy elf loves money more than she could love any man. Of course she’s bedding a Black-Briar.” As she spoke, Nadia stood, finishing her wine quickly and passing the empty bottle to Vekel.

“I’ll be back later,” she said simply, hurrying to the door amidst her friend’s confused looks.

As she figured, Bolli was seated at the docks when she came out to join him. His legs swung over the water, and he gazed dully at the horizon. The Breton hesitated slightly before approaching him.

“…Bolli,” she began softly. Her lover looked up slowly, then laughed wryly.

“I figured you’d be one of the first to know. The damn Guild pays attention to everything that goes on in this city.” He scoffed, watching as she took a seat beside him.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” Bolli sighed, pulling off his hat. “I feel like I care much more than I should. I’d care more if I found out you were with someone else, but…”

“You do care about her, all the same,” Nadia finished. “You’re allowed to feel sad about it, Bolli. There’s no harm in that.” The Nord shrugged, moving to take her hand.

“Maybe you were right about skipping town,” he remarked. “We could still go. How do you feel about Solitude?”

“It’s a beautiful city,” Nadia replied, allowing herself a smile. “But we can’t. We have a good thing going here, no matter what. We have people here who are counting on us. We owe it to them.” Bolli nodded, leaning over to kiss her.

“I’m going to stay at the inn tonight,” he murmured against her lips. “Would you like to join me, my dear?” To his surprise, Nadia rose to her feet, smiling affectionately.

“Not tonight. I’ll be working late with the Guild.” She dropped a few coins into his lap. “Buy yourself some mead in my name, will you?” With that, she started back towards the city, doing her best to keep calm.

Nadia sighed, leaning against the wall inside the Cistern. The other thieves hadn’t noticed her yet, which gave her the opportunity to take the few deep breaths that she needed. Once her heart was slow enough for her liking, she headed for the Flagon in search of the man who had become her confidant since she had joined the Guild.

“Delvin,” she said weakly, leaning against the bar that the other Breton was seated at. “Can I talk to you somewhere private?” Delvin looked up curiously, but nodded all the same.

“Of course, dear. Lead the way.” Nadia led him to the other side of the pool, taking a seat and waiting for him to join her. “You look pale as a ghost. Are you in trouble?”

“I might be,” the girl admitted, pulling her knees up to her chest. “You know what Brynjolf said earlier? About Nivenor being caught with Hemming?” Delvin laughed lightly.

“If this is about you and Bolli,” he said teasingly, “I already know that. Everyone does. Come on, now—”

“I’m pregnant.”

Now Delvin went just as pale, and he stared at the younger thief.

“You’re…pregnant.” Nadia nodded, and he cleared his throat. “Um…you’re certain it was Bolli that did it?”

“I’m certain. There hasn’t been anyone else in too long.” The Breton sighed, resting her chin on her knees. “He doesn’t know yet. I’m not sure I’ll be able to tell him, not with him finding out about Nivenor. It might just be too much for him.” Delvin’s eyes narrowed, and he shook his head.

“If he couldn’t handle that possibility, he shouldn’t have been bedding you in the first place,” he grumbled. Nadia shrugged, and Delvin moved back to take a look at the stomach she was concealing with her legs. “You need to stop working for the Guild, Nadia. At least for a little while. There’s too much stress and danger involved in the job for you to be carrying a kid around. You don’t have a house here either, do you?”

“I don’t. Where should I go?” Nadia’s eyes welled up slightly, and she shook her head. Delvin pulled her to his side, giving her an uncharacteristically comforting squeeze.

“You can stay here, but the Ratway isn’t the best place to give birth. Not that I would know.” He looked down at her as she leaned into his shoulder, sighing. “My advice for you? Go to Whiterun. They have the Temple of Kynareth there, and the city’s much…sunnier than Riften.” Nadia nodded slowly, biting her lip as she thought this through.

“I…I guess I could do that.”

“I could come with you, if you want.” Delvin grinned, clapping her on the shoulder. “We could cause trouble like always, and I could help give your kid a father if Bolli skips out on you.” Nadia smiled broadly, but shook her head all the same.

“I can’t ask you to do that,” she insisted. “Brynjolf and Mercer need you here, taking care of things.” Delvin pouted slightly, and her grin widened. “Don’t be sad, Delvin. I’ll be back before you know it.”

“So you are going to Whiterun.”

“I am.” Nadia rose to her feet, helping Delvin do the same. “I’ll finish some things up and leave as soon as I can. Can you handle the work I haven’t finished yet?” The older man nodded.

“Not a problem. I’ll split it up with the others.” He pulled his friend in for a hug. “Good luck, kid. You can do it.” Nadia nodded, returning the embrace tightly. There was plenty more she had to do before she left the city.

Nadia’s hands were practically dripping with sweat as she knocked on Bolli’s door. She had rehearsed what she wanted to say over and over, but it still didn’t sound quite right in her head. Either way, nothing had prepared her for Nivenor opening the door instead.

“Nadia…” the Bosmer said, her eyebrows raised. Nadia flinched, and took a step backwards.

“I…I’m sorry. I can go—”

“No need.” To her surprise, Nivenor’s eyes softened, and she opened the door wider. “Come inside. Let’s talk.” Nadia couldn’t help but feel an anxious tug in the pit of her stomach, but she complied, following the well-dressed elf into the main room.

“How are you feeling?” Nivenor asked, taking a seat at the dining room table.

“I’m fine,” Nadia replied, sitting down as well and resting her hands in her lap. Nivenor smiled sadly.

“I have four sisters, my friend. Even if you’re early on, there are some obvious signs of pregnancy from the beginning.” Nadia blushed deeply, and the older woman nodded. “It’s okay. I won’t say anything.” She sighed, leaning forward on her hands. “Despite everything, I can’t bring myself to blame you. You wanted what you want, and you went after it. There’s no shame in that, and I can’t be angry at you for doing what I’ve done all my life.”

“I understand,” the Breton replied. “I could say the same about you.” She paused, looking up timidly at the elf. “If you don’t mind me asking…when did you start sleeping with Hemming?”

“I honestly don’t remember,” Nivenor admitted. “I seduced him the first time I learned that Bolli had slept with Haelga. I had meant to make it a one-time thing, but…he cares about me, I believe that. He gives me more than just things. Bolli…he’s a good man, but it’s been a long time since I’ve wanted more than just his money.”

“Do you love Hemming?” Nadia asked. The Bosmer bit her lip, then shrugged.

“I don’t think so. Not yet. But what I feel for him is more than what I feel for Bolli.” She looked up, her eyes searching the girl’s face. “What about you? Do you love Bolli?” Nadia faltered, unable to keep eye contact.

“…Yes. I do.”

“That’s good. I can’t speak for him, of course, but I believe he loves you, too.” Nivenor looked over at the door, making sure they were truly alone before she spoke again. “Can I tell you something, Nadia?” When the Breton nodded, her shoulders slumped, and she leaned in. “After Bolli caught us, Hemming asked me for my hand. He assumed that Bolli would leave me, so he thought he had free rein to do so.” Nadia tilted her head, her brow furrowed.

“Will you say yes?”

“I don’t know. I’m not certain Bolli will leave me, considering how long he’s been sharing your bed. Does he know that you’re pregnant?” The Breton shook her head. “Will you tell him?”

“I haven’t decided,” Nadia replied. “He seemed pretty upset when he found out about you and Hemming. I’m not sure if it would be good for him if I told him the truth.” She paused, suddenly very comfortable telling Nivenor the truth. It was amazing, really, how candid she could be with the wife of her long-time lover. “I’m leaving soon. I’m going to go to Whiterun and stay there until my child is a year or two old.” The elf nodded.

“That’s a good idea. I was going to recommend that you leave before you start to show.” She rose to her feet, and surprisingly lay a hand on the girl’s shoulders. “This is no place for a child. I hope you find what you’re looking for in Whiterun.” Nadia smiled genuinely this time, standing as well.

“I hope you find what you’re looking for as well,” she replied, before turning away at last and returning to the city.

Bolli had grown accustomed to seeing Nadia standing at the fishery door before he showed up in the morning. As always, he smiled at the sight of her leaning against the wall, her typical distracted look on her face. However, his smile faded when he got closer and realized that her eyes were rimmed with red, either from crying or from sleeplessness.

“Are you feeling alright, love?” he asked gently, reaching for her hand. Nadia shook her head, pulling him along so that they were out of earshot of the guards.

“I need to talk to you,” she said weakly, leaning against the railing. “I needed to talk to my friend at the Guild last night, when I decided not to spend the night with you. There was…something I needed to figure out.” Bolli frowned deeply, the concern obvious in the lines on his face.

“Are you in trouble?” he asked, moving closer to her. Nadia braced herself for the worst.

“I’m carrying your child, Bolli.” She looked up desperately, watching his jaw go slack. “I found out recently, and I needed to talk to the Guild to give away my work—”

“Stop.” Bolli held up a hand, and Nadia’s eyes widened with fear. “Stop talking. I don’t need this information, Nadia.” The Breton stared at him, her palms flat at her sides.

“…You don’t…need this information?” she echoed, alarmed. Bolli finally looked up, his eyes blazing.

“First my wife sleeps with a Black-Briar, and now this?! Damn it, Nadia, I’m not going to deal with this!” he shouted. Nadia flinched, thrown off by his rage. She had never been the target of it before.

“I-I…I thought you’d be better than this,” she murmured. “I didn’t think you’d just throw me out…”

“Can you prove that it’s mine?” the fisherman asked, scoffing. Nadia fumed silently, and he rolled his eyes. “You ran off to the Guild last night, instead of sleeping with me. For all I know, one of those filthy thieves got you pregnant.”

“They’re not filthy!” Nadia raged, her fists clenched. “They’re my friends, and they’ve been a lot more understanding about this than you! And I’ll have you know that I haven’t slept with anybody else since we slept together for the first time! I’ve been loyal to you!” She stepped forward so sharply that Bolli couldn’t help but cringe, and her voice dropped in volume. “It’s your child, Bolli. You can’t deny that. And I’m going to Whiterun to raise it.” She moved away again, her face contorted with anger and disgust. “I’m leaving by carriage tonight. I don’t care if you come with me or not. But the way you’re acting right now says a lot about you.” With that, she stormed away, refusing to look the intrigued guard in the eye as she returned to the city, and Bolli stomped towards the fishery. The least he could do now was work, and keep his mind off of this dilemma.

Once the sun had disappeared, Nadia stepped out of the inn, a knapsack on her shoulder and her eyes down. The cover of darkness kept her safe as she headed for the carriage, only for her heart to sink. The stablemaster and his apprentice were the only people outside of the gates, and even they were going into their home for the night.

She wasn’t sure why she had expected anything else. As he had said over and over, he had a wife. He had a fishery. He had everything he needed in Riften. And she was just a want.

“I need to get to Whiterun,” she said softly, holding up the coins for the driver.

“Not a problem. Hop on in and get comfortable. It’s a pretty long ride.” Nadia obliged, clambering up to the wooden benches and leaning against the wall as the carriage shook into action.

“Beautiful night, isn’t it?” the driver asked, gesturing up at the stars above them. Behind him, out of his sight, Nadia was staring up at the sky as well, tears streaming freely down her face as Riften became smaller and smaller.

“Beautiful,” she repeated, quiet enough so that he couldn’t hear the tremble in her voice.

While Nadia was disappearing into the night, Bolli was rolling off of Haelga, panting and grinning.

“Gods, I forgot how good you felt,” he sighed, looking up at the ceiling. At his side, Haelga beamed, her eyes closed.

“I knew you’d be back for me in no time,” she said, resting her head on her lover’s broad chest. “You were just a bit distracted, weren’t you?” If he hadn’t just had an orgasm, Bolli would probably be angry at her boldness. However, he simply smiled, and even planted a kiss in Haelga’s blond hair.

“I was a fool to stop bedding you, at least,” he admitted. “You’re certainly the most skilled.” Haelga leaned up, pressing her bare breasts against him. “Maybe now we could leave this horrid city together, like you said we’d do.”

“Maybe,” Bolli agreed, knowing for certain that it wasn’t an option. Still, if it was possible that he would get another round, he would satisfy the insatiable woman beside him. Haelga tilted her head innocently, kissing the Nord’s bearded chin.

“It must be quite the weight off of your shoulders, being rid of both of them. Nadia isn’t coming back, Nivenor’s with someone else…” Now Bolli snapped back to attention, looking sullenly down at her.

“That much doesn’t matter,” he said firmly, convincing himself more than Haelga. “Nivenor and I slept with other people, but our marriage is still intact. I can promise you that.” Haelga rolled her eyes, moving back to her own pillow.

“Can you,” she replied sarcastically. “Then why are you back in my bed?” Bolli grinned over at her, leaning in for a kiss.

“Because you understand me, Haelga. You’re good to talk to, and your mouth is talented in other ways as well,” he teased. “Nivenor’s been overlooking my indiscretions for quite some time. It’s only fair that I do the same for her.” Despite his outer confidence, he couldn’t get the thought of Nadia’s accusatory glare out of his mind. He had a feeling that she would haunt him for quite some time. Her and…their child…

He was fortunately interrupted by Haelga’s lips on his neck. He smiled, relieved, and pulled her on top of him again. Maybe they didn’t have a future together, but he could always count on her to take his mind off of his troubles.

Bolli and Marise were talking in the marketplace the next afternoon when he was interrupted by a familiar self-assured voice.

“Hello, Bolli. Can we talk for a moment, somewhere quiet?”

The fisherman turned around to find himself face to face with Hemming Black-Briar himself. His shoulders tensed, and behind him, Marise took an anxious step back.

“I’m not very inclined to do so,” he admitted, “but if you can make it quick, I’ll gladly do it.” The two men retreated to the steps of the temple, only for Bolli to frown at him and cross his arms. “Start talking.”

“I just got back from speaking with Nivenor,” Hemming began, taking a step back to avoid the other man’s wrath. “I wanted to be the one to tell you, as a gentleman should.” Bolli scoffed, and Hemming looked away uncomfortably before continuing. “I asked for Nivenor’s hand quite some time ago. We can have your marriage to her dissolved, and then she’ll be free to marry me. She agreed to my terms today.” Bolli’s eyes widened, and he struggled to find the words.

“She…she did?” was all he managed to utter. Hemming nodded, somehow managing to look smug and apologetic all at once.

“She did. She said she’d be moving in with me tonight. I’m sorry, Bolli.” Before he could say any more, Bolli turned on his heel and dashed back home to who he thought was his wife.

Nivenor was packing her bags when her soon-to-be former husband burst into the house. She looked up, startled, at where Bolli stood, his chest heaving.

“I suppose you heard, then,” she said quietly, rising from her bag. “Hemming said that he would try and find you before you came home.”

“Is it true?” Bolli asked breathlessly, his eyes soaked with tears that he refused to let fall. “You’re going to marry him?”

“I am. He’s waited too long for me to pull him around anymore,” Nivenor explained, approaching him cautiously. “I wish I had been able to tell you about him before you found us like that. It was so humiliating.” She sighed, laying a comforting hand on Bolli’s arm. “I’m sorry, Bolli.”

“…Why?” he asked, barely managing to choke out the words. “We could have made it last.”

“But why should we?” the Bosmer asked. “Neither of us are happy. Why should we suffer through this marriage for the rest of our lives? What sense does that make?” When Bolli said nothing, she pulled away, returning to her packing as she continued. “You stayed with Nadia because she makes you happy. And I’m choosing Hemming because he makes me happy. There’s no shame in going after what you want, no matter what the priests at the temple teach you.” Bolli wiped his eyes fiercely, doing his best not to express any emotion regarding it.

“…What am I supposed to do now?” he asked bluntly. “She’s gone, and you’re leaving.”

“Go find her, then,” Nivenor said, leaning against the wall. “We talked before she left. She’s going to Whiterun.” Before she turned away, she gave the Nord a piercing look. “Do you want my advice, Bolli? Go to Whiterun, and give Nadia everything that you want to give her. Everything you couldn’t give me. You owe that to her.”

Bolli stumbled into the fishery, his eyes foggy with tears. Collapsing against the wall, he slid down and looked hopelessly up at the ceiling.

“Mara help me…” he whispered, pulling his hat off and wiping his eyes again. From behind the nearby wall, he was startled to hear an unfamiliar voice.

“Maybe she will, but I also can.” Delvin stepped out into the open, smiling wryly. “Not quite a god, though. Sorry to disappoint.” Bolli looked up, tense but too tired to actually stand.

“…I’m sorry. I can’t quite remember your name,” he admitted. He did recognize the thief’s armor that adorned the Breton, but he allowed him to sit beside him all the same.

“No problem. Delvin Mallory’s the name,” he replied. “I’m a friend of Nadia’s.” He shook his head, eying him irritably. “I was hoping we wouldn’t have this conversation. From the way she talked about you, I figured you’d go with her.” Bolli closed his eyes, resting his head against his knees.

“…I think I made a mistake, Delvin,” he said softly. The thief scoffed, stretching his legs.

“You think so? I know you made a mistake,” he said. Bolli winced, and Delvin couldn’t help but smile. “I don’t think I’m being that hard on the man who abandoned one of my best friends when she needed him most. She means a lot to me.”

“I’m sorry,” the Nord murmured, looking up at him. “I never wanted to hurt her. I never thought it would go this far.” He paused, allowing a few tears to fall as he spoke. “Nivenor left me for Hemming Black-Briar. I should have gone with Nadia from the beginning.” He sighed, leaning back against the wall. “I…she deserves so much better than I gave her.” Delvin stood abruptly, looking sharply down at the man below him.

“Then go and give her better,” he said curtly. “You’re not going to make anything better for either of you by sitting in this damn city and moping about how you screwed up.” With that, he strode back into the night, leaving Bolli to look up, stunned.

He knew what he had to do.

Bersi Honey-Hand was surprised to hear a knock on his door so late at night. He placed the vase he was cleaning aside and went to the door, cracking it open slightly to make sure he wasn’t letting in any unsavory characters.

“Oh, Bolli,” he said, surprised. “What brings you here so late?” He opened the door wider, allowing the fisherman to enter into the warmth of his shop.

“I have a gift for you,” Bolli said, reaching into his pocket. Bersi was stunned to see the paper that he slapped onto the counter.

“Bolli…this is…” He picked it up, rubbing his eyes to ensure that he wasn’t just imagining its contents. “Is this some kind of joke?”

“Not at all.” Bolli procured an inkpot and quill from his pocket, nudging them towards him encouragingly. “It’s all in order, all you need to do is sign. You’ll have complete control of the fishery and all of its assets, and if you need help with the employees, I’ve made sure that Tythis is ready and willing to help you get a hang of things.” Bersi stared at the fisherman, who was smiling brightly, and blinked incredulously.

“This…this is an honor, Bolli, but…why, after all this time?” he asked.

“I’m leaving the city, that’s why. I’m going to start over somewhere else, so I won’t need the fishery anymore. You and Drifa want to leave the city as well, and I’m giving you the means to earn enough money to do so. What you do with the fishery after that…well, that’s your decision.” Bersi gaped at him, but nodded slowly.

“…Okay,” he said slowly, dipping the quill in the inkpot. Bolli nodded triumphantly, pocketing the newly-signed document.

“Take care of your employees,” he advised him, heading for the door. “Good luck, Bersi. I hope our paths cross again one day.”

The rest of his night was simple enough. He placed the document on the dining table in Mistveil Keep, returned to his home, and packed anything he thought he might need. Most of it was gone regardless, either replaceable or taken by Nivenor. With two full bags, Bolli hurried from the city gates, awoke the carriage driver, and tossed his bags into the carriage.

“Take me to Whiterun,” he said proudly.

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