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14. The Hangover.

A/N: I am totally method-writing this chapter and there are builders drilling outside just to add to my misery...unfortunately a random guy called Sam didn't challenge me to a drinking contest last night nor were there grumpy, jealous, muscular Nords- bit of a disappointment I'll admit ;) But I'm feeling much better after my unexpected hiatus so thanks for being patient. Have a tiny morsel as we start to move ~~slowly~~ towards dessert...

My head hurt.

My head really hurt.

And something was repeatedly poking me in the shoulder in time with the persistent throbbing coursing through my head.

Maybe if I just lie really still it'll go away.

I was still being poked.

Mumbling obscenities under my breath I rolled away from the poking and promptly crashed to the floor.

Ouch.

My blurred vision cleared to reveal a horned and impressively tall Daedra, skin mottled with livid red swirls, grinning down at me.

Oh, shit.

I fought to get the tangled blankets from around my legs off and warily I pushed myself off the floor, taking stock of my surroundings. My room in Breezehome. That was something. At least I hadn't been whisked off to Oblivion or Shor-knows-where. And that grin looked very familiar….
"Sam?"
Memories of last night came flooding back in snatches and dribbles of conversations, images, all swirling about in my head. And a very bad feeling crept over me.
"Sam Guevenne. Sanguine. I should have guessed."
"Oh, don't feel bad, little Dragonborn." He smirked down at me, "You were somewhat intoxicated after all, but don't worry this wasn't for nefarious, evil purposes, it was just to encourage you to go out into the world and spread a little mayhem and merriment. And you did just that! I haven't been so entertained in at least a hundred years!"

Greaaaat. That makes me feel soooo much better.

"So all of this was just a prank?" My temper was rising and whilst the groggy, rational part of me knew that it probably wasn't the best idea to start a fight with a Daedric Prince the growling beast within me was urging me to leap across the room and rip his face off.
"Just a prank? Just a prank?" Sanguine was theatrically gesticulating at me like the travelling mummers that came round Bruma every Heart's Day, "The Daedric Lord of Debauchery does not deal in mere 'pranks.' This was just a bit of fun, Dragonborn but maybe a little bit of influence from good old Uncle Sanguine could help you adjust your course a bit. Make you realise that life is only worth living if you actually live."
I scowled petulantly at him, "That's stupid advice, it doesn't even make any sense."
"Doesn't it?" He grinned at me again, "My bad."

And then he was just gone. No theatricalities, no warning. Just vanished, leaving behind one very grumpy Dragonborn who was too busy wondering how much worse my day could possibly get.

Turns out my morning could get much worse. By a lot. As I headed up the stairs to Jorrvaskr, the wooden doors opened and Ria stepped through, laden with packs and weapons. I glanced around for somewhere to hide but no luck. She had already spotted me and was bounding over to me. And the only cover nearby was Heimskr's tent.

And no power on Tamriel would compel me to set foot in there.

"Hey, Igne. How's the hangover?" Ria was almost annoyingly happy for so early in the morning.
"Oh. Uh, it's fine."
I plastered a weak smile on my face which trailed off as I caught sight of Vilkas heading through the door behind her, great sword on his back. He stopped dead in his tracks, staring at me.
"Did you at least have fun with that cute guy?"
She laughed and winked as I winced, my cheeks flushing, utterly silent. Ria's gaze flickered awkwardly between me and Vilkas, but she carried on talking, her voice sounding slightly strained, "Vilkas and I are just off to Morvarth to kill some vampires."
I didn't reply. Vilkas was staring at me with the oddest expression on his face, as though I was a total stranger to him. Then finally he spoke, "Go wait at the gate, Ria. Igne and I need to talk."
She shot him a wounded glance but did as he said, muttering a quiet goodbye to me.

He was angry. By now I knew the signs like the back of my own hand. His face was tight. Jaw clenched, hands curled into fists, but body still, watchful and wary as a wolf the second before it attacks. Part of me quailed before his gaze and part of me was growling, urging me to fight. I suppressed both urges, keeping my face impassive and my gaze locked on him, waiting for him to speak first.

"How was the wedding?"
Said with ice-cold politeness.
"What? Oh, you mean...I'm not married. Or engaged." I blurted out, "I mean, I was drunk and my... friend thought it would be hilarious to screw my life up."
"Is that a euphemism?" He replied, still frosty, though his eyes had softened a tiny bit.

Maybe. Or more likely it's my wishful thinking.

"No!" I cleared my throat, "Look, you wouldn't believe me if I told you everything that happened last night."
"Try me."
He was deadly serious.
"So if I said the guy I was with was the daedric prince of debauchery who had gotten bored and decided the funniest thing in the universe would be to mess up my personal life in every way, shape and form then you'd believe me?"
He let out an exasperated sigh, "Fine. Don't tell me." Then in a murmur so quiet I had to strain to hear it, "I don't know why I bother."
"It's the truth, Vilkas." I cleared my throat, and decided to try to lighten the mood, "If it helps, I think my supposed fiancé was a Hagraven."
His gaze finally met mine and I thought I caught a twitch of his lips.
"Truly?"
"Truly." I smiled weakly at him, "You know what my luck's like."
He nodded, slowly.
"I-look, whatever I did last night, whatever I said to you- I can't even remember it and I didn't mean it. And I'm sorry."
His eyes searched my face for what felt like eternity. All I could do was stand there, frozen in the light of the rising sun, silently asking him to forgive me.

Finally he nodded and I all but sighed with relief. Not sure of what to say next, I glanced away, wiping my hands on my stained leather breeches. I looked back as Vilkas moved into my space, strangely silent for a man clad such in heavy armour.

"I really am sorry."
"I know. I am as well."
I frowned slightly, "Why are you sorry?"
He gave a soft laugh but didn't reply, instead reaching for my chin to tilt my head gently up. A strange spell had come over us. The air between us felt tense, electric, like the build-up to a storm. My eyes met his and my hand drifted up to slowly pull his head down towards mine.

Damn my duty. I want this. Now.

Well Know that yours is one of the best Vilkas fic with DB I've read, I see that you have not continued, but I hope that you read all these beautiful requests and come back for us! Please, please, I need to know how it goes!PLEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

My eyes drifted to his lips, which were now barely a hands width from mine, and he swallowed, leaning further down. My eyes drifted shut in anticipation, heart beating wildly in my chest. His lips brushed mine, soft and warm...

"THEY ARE LIKE MAGGOTS WRITHING IN THE FILTH-"

Heimskr's voice cut through the air and I flinched, Vilkas jerking his head up and away, both of our hands instinctively reaching for weapons and I bit back a curse, trying to pretend that my disappointment was at my loss of control and not that we had been interrupted.

"You should be going." He looked slightly stunned. As you would be! You spend all your time together bickering and fighting and now what do you go and do? Kiss him! Who does that outside of bloody romance novels?! I had to escape. Maybe there's a dragon nearby that could swallow me whole.

"Right." Vilkas took a step back, then hesitated before turning, "Don't get into any more trouble whilst I'm away."
"You know me."
"That's why I mentioned it." I managed a weak smile but he was already walking away and my heart sank with every step. And I turned back to Jorrvaskr more lost and hurt than I wanted to admit to myself.

're finally back, magnificent chapters, please do not stop now ..... but we know that the revenge of the blood and silver is near .. you've made great jealousy of vilkas. I look forward to the new chapter and you strength

Welcome back my wonderful chef and thank you for this enjoyable snack! I just love jealous Vilkas! I'm glad you're feeling better :)

you can not figure out how long waiting for this! I'm happy you're back now and wait for the rest! everything ok?

finally!! I'm happy for the jealousy of vilkas, and the sweet igne deserves a sweet love! although I think for now Aela and her revenge will the two lovers busy! welcome back I'm happy you're okay!

a great return!! you leave me speechless and with a thirst in the soul! hope you can give us more great chapters as soon as possible, I want their relationship to become strong and passionate! Ohohohoh great!

I love your work and I look forward to a new update! I know it might be difficult but I'd like you to put even the thought of vilkas, maybe now that things between them are being developed more intense! 're great ""

oh I think that these chapters are sweet! I know that there could be a mission against the blood and silver, but the two are really close now! please do not make us wait!

My great writer you okay? I hope you are well! I really miss your story, but I hope that there are no health problems! you soon! : 3

I miss your story!

OP is starving and really really misses her chef :( please continue this fine meal

I really hope everything is ok! we're waiting for you! :)

I hope you'll come back soon! I just need your sweet!

it's been a bit of time! I hope you update soon! we miss you!

I wish there was a sign on your part! coming back? I really hope a new chapter! : 3

PLEASE please continue this! OP is absolutely starving for her Vilkas menu!

I hope you are still there even after a long time because we are all here waiting for you!

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There's still hope for your story? I look forward to this because I love it!

Merry Christmas great chef! I hope your return, for now wishes and hope for a nice new year!❤❤❤❤

I continue to hope that this has not been abandoned! come back soon!

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