Summary: They weren't really that different after all, once you got right down to it. Set in the same universe as "Bedtime Stories".
Riverwood. Home. He was going home. Ingolf mentally cheered the moment he'd been given the news. Despite the loss of the Stormcloaks, all the boy truly wanted from the start was to go back home. Talos willing, he'd make it from Kynesgrove to Riverwood without a problem. Without dragons, without wolves, without bandits. One thing nagged at him though, the prospect of seeing his brother again. He hoped he would see him again, despite their opposing views. To Ingolf's knowledge, Morten hadn't been killed in combat, but still he worried. Would their previously warring factions have gotten to his head? No. No, Morten wasn't like that. The boy who once agitated a cow and rode it like a horse when they were young? No.
Home seemed much closer now. He could see the gates in the distance, after a week's worth of on-and-off travel. With the rest of his remaining energy, Ingolf sprinted to town, tripping over his own feet and collapsing on his face just in front of the gates. He was too tired to stand, but as if the very Divines themselves had intervened, a familiar, roaring laugh sounded just in front of him. He looked up at the man, his dark brown hair cut short and his face scarred, but it was still the same brother he'd left years ago. Morten grinned.
"You look like you need a bit of help, huh?"
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A/N: I should be doing my essay, but this was just too great an idea to pass up. Sorry if it's not what you're looking for, or too short.
Imperial!OC + Stormcloak!OC microfill -- "Homecoming"
Riverwood. Home. He was going home. Ingolf mentally cheered the moment he'd been given the news. Despite the loss of the Stormcloaks, all the boy truly wanted from the start was to go back home. Talos willing, he'd make it from Kynesgrove to Riverwood without a problem. Without dragons, without wolves, without bandits. One thing nagged at him though, the prospect of seeing his brother again. He hoped he would see him again, despite their opposing views. To Ingolf's knowledge, Morten hadn't been killed in combat, but still he worried. Would their previously warring factions have gotten to his head? No. No, Morten wasn't like that. The boy who once agitated a cow and rode it like a horse when they were young? No.
Home seemed much closer now. He could see the gates in the distance, after a week's worth of on-and-off travel. With the rest of his remaining energy, Ingolf sprinted to town, tripping over his own feet and collapsing on his face just in front of the gates. He was too tired to stand, but as if the very Divines themselves had intervened, a familiar, roaring laugh sounded just in front of him. He looked up at the man, his dark brown hair cut short and his face scarred, but it was still the same brother he'd left years ago. Morten grinned.
"You look like you need a bit of help, huh?"
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A/N: I should be doing my essay, but this was just too great an idea to pass up. Sorry if it's not what you're looking for, or too short.
Tags: m!PC , stormcloak , imperial , nord