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Orla watched them leave from a balcony, a goblet of wine in her hand. She had always known the day would come, but she did not expect it so soon. Or for it to hurt so much. However, she had made a decision a long time ago. Being a priestess of Dibella meant more than just wearing Daedric Boots in bed. It was time she started living up to her reputation.
As soon as the two men had disapeared into the woods, Orla returned into the house and approached the steward.
“Roggi, I need you to do me a favour. For Hagen's sake.”

An hour after lunch the two Companions found themselves walking through the woods, pretending to look for game.
“So, you slept with my wife? Doesn't that make me the betrayed spouse?“ Farkas just shrugged. “I also slept with her husband. What does that make me?“ Hagen's eyes sparkled with mischief. “A slut maybe?“ He easily dodged the punch that was thrown at his face and caught Farkas's hand in the process. “I was just joking, relax!“
He did not, however, avoid the knee that was aimed for his groin.
“You used me, you dirty bastard!“ Farkas screamed as the other man sank onto his knees. For a few seconds he was tempted to let his anger out on the dragonborn, to just beat him to a bloody pulp, but no matter how hurt and disappointed he felt, he could not get himself to harm the other man.
He threw his hands up in frustration and punched the nearest tree. A disgusting cracking noise indicated that some of his bones shattered on the impact, but the wolf did not care. A storm of emotions raged in him. He wasn't sure whether he should fight for the man he loved, kill him, or just run away and scream. Right now he really felt like screaming. But he had already allowed himself to be vulnerable in front of Hagen once, and he had wasted no time in using that weakness against the wolf. He would not allow himself to break down in front of the other man like that again.
His thoughts, however, were cut short when a hand carefully grabbed his wrist and examined the bloody knuckles. “You really should take better care of yourself. After all, Vilkas will kick my ass if I don't take care of you.“ A blue light engulfed the injured hand, and only moments later the pain was gone, the broken skin closed, the bones healed. “Yeah, like you took care of me that night? Or a few hours ago?“
Hagen's eyes met Farkas's. “I am sorry for everything I've put you through. I really am. This... this was never supposed to go this far!“ He let his head fall in defeat and sat down on a tree stump.
“I wanted you so much... I thought once I'd have you, It would be over and I could return to my wife... love her like she deserves to be loved...“

Farkas looked up at the sky and took a deep breath. “But you couldn't.“ Hagen shook his head. “I've tried, really, I have. But I still want you. More than I ever wanted her.“ Farkas looked down at the man sitting in front of him and he knew the dragonborn spoke the truth. His eyes held all the emotion he so desperately had hoped to find in them just days ago. But now, everything was different.
“Do you love her?” he finally asked the question they both dreaded so much. Farkas was not sure if he could handle the answer, no matter what it would be. Hagen rubbed his eyes with the palms of his hands. Never before had he looked so tired. “I don't know. I thought I did. I think the world of her, and the sex is amazing, but...” He shook his head. “I don't know. I never realized something was missing before... Ah, nevermind.”
“It hardly matters. You are a married man, and no matter what happens, you will always be married to her. You should never have betrayed your wife in the first place.“ He was disgusted with himself for these words. Was it not Farkas who had yearned for the other man's touch? Was it not he who begged the dragonborn to take him harder, faster? Orla had been nothing but sweet to him, and yet he despised her. He hated her for having all he could only dream of, and for giving him no real reason to hate her.
“You are right. But I was weak. I still am.“
The wolf shook his head. “So I will always be your 'affair'? The man you betray your wife with? I can't do that, Hagen. That's not enough for me.“
“I know.“ He sighed and looked away. “I am sorry, Farkas. I really am.“
“So am I, brother. Let us just return to your house so I can take my leave.“
Hagen nodded. It was for the best, even if it broke both their hearts.

Neither of them cared about the simple fact that they brought no game, nor did they heed the time any mind. They had been gone less than two hours, so Orla did not yet expect their return. Obviously.
As soon as they opened the front door, the two Companions were met by the strong smell of sex. Hagen's eyes widened visibly while Farkas just watched his shield-brother in confusion. With unexpected speed, the dragonborn sprinted to the master bedroom and ripped the doors open. Farkas followed him only to be greeted by the most unexpected sight of Orla, completely naked, riding the steward, Roggi.

The two Companions exchanged confused glances.

Orla finally noticed the newcomers and squeaked in panic while Roggi almost knocked her off himself in shock. “My Lord... it is not what it looks like....“ he looked up at the naked woman on his lap. “Really, Roggi, so enlighten me. What exactly is it?“
It was Orla who spoke up. “No point hiding it any longer. Hagen, this farce we call marriage cannot continue. You don't love me, and Roggi is much more fun in bed than you will ever be.“ Farkas was a bit surprised that she did not even bother covering herself up, but then again, that sight was nothing either of them hadn't seen before, so there was probably no point.
Hagen's jaw dropped visibly. Farkas had to suppress a smile at the sight. The great dragonborn, speechless as his potency is being mocked.
“Fine. You just stay where you are. I'm leaving.“

Hagen turned around and almost knocked Farkas over who was standing between him and the door. He left without another word, the other Companion right behind him. Outside the dragonborn whistled for his horse, took it by its reins and led it towards the wood, waiting for Farkas to catch up.

“What in Oblivion has just happened?“ Farkas finally asked. Hagen shook his head in confusion. Had she not always loved him? Adored him? Worshiped the ground he walked on? The thing she cared the most for was his own personal happiness, so why would she...
Hagen smiled. “I think I just remembered why I married that woman in the first place.“ The wolf just frowned. “What? I don't get it.“
The dragonborn laughed. “She knew. Orla is a smart girl. She offered me a way out...“ He looked over his shoulder at Farkas. “She knew all along that I wasn't happy. When you came this morning, she probably noticed...“ he shook his head. “It doesn't matter. Let's go home, shall we?“ Farkas, still confused, just nodded in response. “You going to stay in Jorrvaskr now? After all you just lost your house...“ The dragonborn chuckled to himself. “That hardly matters, I have two more just like this one.“
Farkas crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, right, and I am a lusty Argonian maid.“ Hagen raised an eyebrow and mustered the wolf disapprovingly. “I mean it, Farkas. Dragonborn, remember? People are licking my boots all over Skyrim.“
“Please tell me you're joking. Another manor? Another steward?“
“Yes, even another housecarl and another bard.“
“Another wife as well?“
Hagen rubbed his beard in thought. “Let me think...“ A punch to his shoulder brought him back to reality. “Ouch!! No, no other wife as far as I can remember.“

He came to a halt as Farkas grabbed his hand and pulled him closer. “So, what does this mean for us?“ Their eyes met once again, just like in that fateful night a lifetime ago. “What do you want it to mean, Farkas?“ “I don't know... but I don't want to be the next person that finds himself betrayed by you.“ A split second after he finished his reply, Farkas found his lips sealed by Hagen's. This kiss was different. It was gentle, almost chaste. It was a promise for things yet to come. “I tend to be loyal to the point of stupidity. The only time I've ever betrayed anybody I loved was... well, when I met you. I will never meet anyone like you, Farkas.“
This time it was the wolf who closed the distance between their lips.

“Do you think Orla will be fine?“ Hagen shrugged. “She is a strong woman with a heart of gold. She always gets her way...“ “Like she got her way with you, you mean?“ Hagen chuckled. “Yes, like when she tricked me into marrying her. No, seriously. She is a good woman. Selfless enough to let me go for my own sake. Though I can't deny I sort of want to strangle that Knot-Beard...“
Farkas laughed and patted his lover on the shoulder. “Let it go. Forget about them. From now on it is just you and me.“
Hagen laughed and took Farkas's hand.

Orla returned to the temple in Markarth the next day. Dibella was a goddess of love, after all, and Hagen's heart had never been hers. She knew the day would come when he finally found the right person, yet a small part of her had always hoped it would be herself. However, she would always remember the happiness she shared with the man she loved, but at the same time appreciated her freedom to return to her duties. Maybe she should never have left the temple in the first place. Being a priestess of Dibella had its perks, after all, and Hagen had never appreciated her Daedric-Boots-and-trout technique. She left Roggi behind to look after the house. A smile crossed her lips when she remembered how hard it was to convince the steward to aid her with her little scheme. She did not even remember the last time she had such difficulty to convince a man to lay with her. But in the end he understood, and agreed to help her despite his fear of the dragonborn's wrath.

Orla knew she did the right thing, and Dibella would reward her with happiness. All she needed to do was believe and wait. With a proud smile and her head held high, she entered the temple. Finally the priestess had returned home.

Sorry, but I really couldn't make a three way relationship work. I'm not comfortable with something like that myself (smut is okay all ways, but in relationships I'm very conservative) and thus couldn't write it convincingly, even though I've tried.
I'm not really happy with it cause it's too sugary, but to be honest, I just wanted to get it done. Chapter 1 was fun but Chap 2 really wasn't... I hope it still turned out okay, somehow.

Aww, this Anon thinks it turned out well! And particularly loved the fact that you made Orla the most freaking noble woman in Skyrim, in the most Dibellan possible way. There's no way I could be as understanding as she is.

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