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Fill: F!DB/Farkas: Kicked Wolf 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

AuthorNon's Note: Galmar Muse is pissing me off, so I'm going with this fill before continuing that one. I need to be mean to my Muses. Also, I would very much appreciate any and all feedback, and please let me know if I need to amend my tags at all.

Tags: genre: angst, race: nord, char: farkas, char: female dragonborn

"Now we can journey together to Sovngarde when the time comes! I believe I will stay here a while and meditate upon Ysgramor, my love," Farkas said happily.

Idunn smiled uneasily and swallowed hard. She left Ysgramor's Tomb without a word. She began to trot, then jog.

He wants me to join him in Sovngarde? He expects it... But I can't! Even without the Beast Blood's ties to Hircine... Idunn ran harder.

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Farkas felt like a changed man when he returned to Jorrvaskr. Vilkas met him in the mead hall wearing a serious expression; he had never been comfortable with Farkas and the newest Companion sharing a bed.

"The Harbinger wishes to see you, brother. She asked that you join her in the Underforge."

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Idunn was meditating before one of Hircine's Totems when Farkas entered the great stone chamber.

"Idunn, my love? You wished to see me?" Farkas called softly.

The tall, dark-haired Nord stood and turned in a single, graceful movement. Farkas grinned warmly and dragged her close for a passionate kiss.

"Want to desecrate one of the Totems?" Farkas asked in a deep, lusty growl.

"No, Farkas," Idunn said seriously. "There are things we must discuss."

Farkas gazed at her, his mate, his love, and he felt chilled to the bone.

"What's wrong, Idunn? Have I done something? Is this- Is it because of the Frostbite Spiders?"

Idunn shook her head. They walked to the gap that led to Whiterun's plains. Without meeting his eyes, Idunn took Farkas' hand in hers. He squeezed her tight. With her free hand she fished in her pack and produced a sword, a beautiful thing, wrought of Ebony, with red magickal runes running along the blade, and featuring a peculiar circular design under the pommel that looked like a moon in eclipse. That design looked like something he'd seen once before, but it was Vilkas who remembered things from books.

"What is this?"

"I'm not surprised you don't know it on sight. They are very rare. It is a Nightingale Blade. The Nightingales are an elite part of the Thieves' Guild. We answer to the Daedric Prince Nocturnal: we entered a special covenant, and shall serve her unto death and after," Idunn spoke quietly, without emotion or inflection, and refused to meet Farkas' gaze.

"My love?"

"I cannot meet you in Sovngarde, Farkas. I have already made arrangements for my afterlife."

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