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Re: Fill: It's Not About Size, It's What You Do With It That Matters 2 of 2
(Anonymous) 2013-06-28 11:29 pm (UTC)(link)The room was barely wider than the bed, the foot of which blocked the inside of the doorway.
"That is not a room. That's barely a bed," Galmar complained, "It's tiny. I doubt I could fit in it alone, let alone with my wife."
Keerava shrugged. "You should have paid up before the ceremony. You knew two Jarls and their entourages would be staying the night - or one of them you knew for sure anyway. There is no other bed. You cannot have mine. I need it. Make hatchlings in here or on the grass outside. No refunds if you go outside."
Rozenn ignored the griping conversation, and simply clambered into the room, hopping nimbly over the foot of the bed. "Galmar!"
"What, Breton?" Galmar asked irritably.
"It's a bed. Let's just use it!" Rozenn glared at him.
Keerava smirked. "Seems your wife prefers to contemplate you than your accommodation, Nord Bear Man. Consider yourself lucky."
"Now Galmar!"
Galmar rolled his eyes and chuckled. He closed the door on Keerava's retreating back.
"It's too small, Breton," he said fondly.
"Not caring," Rozenn replied, dragging her gold-trimmed blue tunic over her head and tossing it to the side.
Galmar growled appreciatively, and started unhooking his armour. His armour hit the walls and slid to the floor much more loudly than Rozenn's tunic.
Rozenn, standing on the bed, dragged Galmar closer for a searing kiss that left them both panting.
"Lie down, my love, flat on your back," Rozenn ordered.
"What - Ohhh," Galmar murmured, smiling against her lips.
"Comprehension dawns, does it, Bear Man?" Rozenn teased.
*-*
In the tap room Ulfric Stormcloak turned bleary eyes to the stairs when Balgruuf the Greater clattered down like a dragon was chasing him. Windhelm's Jarl lifted his ale in a silent toast.
"Still not stopped?" Ulfric asked quietly.
The question was rhetorical, as a rhythmic thumping could be heard through the ceiling.
"I get the feeling all the dragons in the land would be killed in a week, were they to go hunting together," Balgruuf said sourly.
"Nonsense, Balgruuf," Ulfric scoffed. "They'd never get beyond sharing a bedroll to deal with the dragons."
"How'd you get down here first?" Balgruuf asked resignedly.
"You forget, Galmar's been my Housecarl all our lives. I have a long memory of the inn's thin walls in Ivarstead. Balgruuf... Shall we agree never to speak of this night again?"
"I'll drink to that."
The rhythmic thumping grew quicker and quicker until a particularly loud crash sounded right above the Jarls' heads.
"I'll be damned. She really is a dragon, isn't she?" Balgruuf wondered.
"Keerava won't be pleased."
*-*-*
The next morning Galmar awoke to a nice warm armful of Breton, sleeping peacefully across his torso. He ran his hands up her sides, to stroke the nape of her neck.
"Not now, love," Rozenn mumbled sleepily. "We've already broken one bed."
"Hush, wife," Galmar whispered into her hair. "Just enjoy it while you can."
*-*-*
A/N This was meant to go a completely different way, but Ulfric and Balgruuf's bromance just crowded my Muses.
Extra tags: Char: Ulfric Stormcloak, Char: Balgruuf the Greater
Re: Fill: It's Not About Size, It's What You Do With It That Matters 2 of 2
(Anonymous) 2013-07-04 12:57 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: It's Not About Size, It's What You Do With It That Matters 2 of 2
(Anonymous) 2013-07-04 08:23 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: It's Not About Size, It's What You Do With It That Matters 2 of 2
(Anonymous) 2013-07-10 02:28 am (UTC)(link)A!A :D
(Anonymous) 2013-07-10 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)Normally *all* I write is crack/humour, which is why As Bad As Any Elf and Old Fashioned Way are taking forever to gel for me, and I'm trying to bring more humour into my ficbits because the two big fics are much more serious.
When I first played and saw Galmar for the first time my immediate response was WERE!BEAR EXCELLENT! And then I realised it was armour. :P