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Call of the Blood 3.1/?

[(Anonymous)]

The following morning had Lydia shaking me awake again. Damn it, Lydia. My head hurt like hell and my muscles throbbed with a dull aching pain. Deciding to stay in bed for five more minutes, or half an hour, I tugged my blanket over my head trying to block out my annoying Housecarl. Then my body involuntarily curled around itself as a gust of cold air washed over me. Lydia had yanked the blankets off.
Evil woman.

I pushed myself to a seated position, rubbing my sleep filled eyes and grumbling under my breath about certain Housecarls that were too happy in the morning. She shot me a unfazed glance, "You have a meeting with the Companions at dawn, remember?"

No rest for the Dragonborn.

Once I was up, dressed and fed I headed up to Jorrvaskr. Most of the citizens were already awake, despite the early hour, helping the weary Legion clean up the debris and mess from the battle. Waiting at the steps of Jorrvaskr were two familiar figures. Tall, dark and far-too-happy-for-this-time-in-the-morning was waiting with tall, dark and clearly-not-a-morning-person-as-well.

At least we have one thing in common.

"Good morning, Igne. Morning, Lydia." The giant of a twin greeted us, tone far too cheerful for this early and this soon after a battle. Neither of the two Companions showed any signs of injury or tiredness and I envied them. I, on the other hand, looked like something that had been dragged through a hedge backwards. By a dragon. The Companion continued, "I'm Farkas and my brother is Vilkas." The saturnine twin let out a small huff that I guessed was his greeting. Farkas gestured at us to follow him and he led us round the longhouse to a large training yard overshadowed by a cliff. The clash of a hammer striking steel sounded from above and I guessed that that must be the elusive Skyforge Adrianne was always grumbling about. Farkas stopped in the centre and his twin moved up from behind us to stand next to him.
"Kodlak wanted us to have a look at you in one-to-one combat first. So you'll be fighting Vilkas. " He moved past me, leaving his twin and myself in the centre of the yard, clapping me on the shoulder with his hand as he passed. "Don't worry, you'll do fine."

Right.

Call of the Blood 3.2/?

[(Anonymous)]

Lydia and Farkas took a seat together on the bench, Lydia grinning slightly. I rolled my shoulders a few times, hoping to relax a little and trying switch my brain back into combat mode. Vilkas took a position in the centre of the courtyard, nonchalantly holding his greatsword in one hand, "The old man said to have a proper look at you, so let's do this. No magic, no tricks. Just have a few swings at me so I can see your form. Don't worry, I can take it."
The bastard was mocking me.
Fine.
I swung my sword, aiming at his neck with an overhand cut. He effortlessly batted my sword away, knocking me off balance and exposing an opening in my defence but he didn't press the attack, choosing to wait, contemptuously sneering at my effort.
I'll show him.
I feinted another blow at him, ducking under his deflection and turning my body into his as I aimed a cut across his abdomen. I had thought I was quick but he was faster, grabbing my wrist with his left hand before I could even make the cut, and twisting it until my sword clattered to the ground and he moved behind me. Instinct kept me fighting and I aimed a kick at his groin. It caught him on the thigh and he barely even noticed. A second later I felt the cold edge of his sword resting on the back of my neck. Then I was shoved roughly away, almost sprawling to the ground in an undignified tangle of limbs, pride wounded.

"You'll never make a Companion." It wasn't even said angrily. Just a mere statement of what he perceived to be fact. There wasn't anything I could say to that. Oddly I felt like crying, like a child getting scolded by a teacher they'd disappointed. He continued on, "I saw you fight in the battle as well as just now, you're weak. Your combat skills are poor and without your little tricks or your Housecarl to watch your back you wouldn't last a second in real fight."
His words struck a chord within me, more than that, they hurt.
"You think I don't know that?!" I snapped, snatching my sword up from the ground and turning back to face him, "Why else do you think I'm here?"
"To save yourself some money from our services in battle?"
"Vilkas-" His twin interjected from the side-lines, a warning note to his voice, but I was already swinging my sword at Vilkas. He barely managed to block my furious blow and I swung again the second I felt the pressure between our blades change, all my anger channelled at him. Again he caught my blade with his. I was just about to make a third swing when he effortlessly deflected my blade towards the ground and stepped back out of range.
"Better." His eyes stared down at me as I stood there, panting and utterly confused.
What the-?
"You might just make it. But for now, you're still a whelp to us, new blood. So you do what we tell you. Here's my sword. Go take it up to Eorlund to have it sharpened. And be careful, it's probably worth more than you are."
And just when I thought we were getting along.
"You want me to take your sword just up that rock? The one that we are literally standing under? What's the matter-don't your legs work any more?"
The man actually growled at me, stepping in so close that all I could see was his armour and his face leaning over mine, blotting out the weak sun, "I gave you an order. Is that a problem, whelp?"
For a moment, as we glared into each other’s faces, I actually felt like storming out. But I didn't. I'm no quitter. I'll show you. Jaw clenched, I snatched the sword from his hand and stormed up the hill in a huff.

Call of the Blood 3.3/?

[(Anonymous)]

When I returned Vilkas and Lydia had all vanished but the older, bald man called Skjor was waiting for me under the eaves of the porch with Farkas.
"There is one last part to your test, girl."
I bit off a groan. Another test? Really?
"What do you mean?"
"Last week a scholar came to us. He said he knew where we could find another fragment of Wuuthrad."
Wuuthrad? Was that the broken greataxe over the stairs? Better to keep quiet than to reveal my ignorance.
"He seemed a fool to me but if he's right than the honour of the Companions demand that we seek it out."
"So you want me to retrieve it?"
"This is a simple errand but if you carry yourself with honour on this quest you will be a true Companion." He stared at me for a long moment, assessing me before carrying on, "Farkas will be your shield-brother on this, whelp. Try not to disappoint. Or get yourselves killed."
And on that cheery note he left leaving a smirking Farkas.
Two can play at that game.
I widened my eyes, "So, you're going to be my shield-brother?"
"So I'm told," he replied dryly, reminding me more of his brother, "Let's see if you impress."
"Oh, I'm very impressive."
Pity I'm being sarcastic.

Re: Call of the Blood 3.3/?

[(Anonymous)]

You said this chapter would be kinda boring, but I loved it! I really liked how Vilkas acted a little meanish and how the DB was actually stung by his words. I really love grumpy, meanish Vilkas! I hope you're having as much fun writing this as I'm having reading it A!A! I'm always excited for new updates!

Re: Call of the Blood 3.3/?

[(Anonymous)]

I'm definitely enjoying it and thank you for the feedback! It's a challenge to write something that doesn't stand alone as a one-shot- I have to think about plot and continuity and not as much smexing- but I get to make Igne and Vilkas's relationship develop thanks to your beautiful prompt. :)

Vilkas is a grumpy meanie to write at the moment but underneath it all he's a big softie really...he just needs a trigger to make him realise it ...Muwhahahhahaha-release the plot bunnies of doooooooom!


Totally had too much caffeine