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What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 20/??
(Anonymous) 2013-02-11 12:29 pm (UTC)(link)The words burned through Ulfric’s fantasies now. He’d nearly given in, nearly forgotten everything about them both other than their physical existence, just a breath apart. But the dragon’s soul. He couldn’t forget that Dyce was potentially his greatest enemy. He couldn’t forget the power of his Thu’um.
Forced to trust him with his secret, Dyce had honoured his request for silence, but Ulfric couldn’t grab hold of him. Always he looked beyond the war, but not in the same way Ulfric did. He refused to be cowed, refused to be bound; he chose, always, chose to obey when he did, chose to disobey when he didn’t. It was increasingly clear to Ulfric that he’d chosen who was going to win this war, also.
Ulfric thought he understood power and the kind of man who wields it, but in some ways Dyce was as frustrating as the Greybeards had been. Held back, interested in other things, unconcerned by the vagaries of politics and willing to shout and bare his teeth to fight against being forced to be any other way.
And what did Dyce concern himself with? Matchmaking and food. Sarcasm and petty theft. Sex. Talos, Ulfric knew he could ask and Dyce would agree. And the knowledge drove him mad.
Fucking gorgeous.
How could you take something like that at face value? No one would speak to a potential king like that and mean only what he said, surely. What could you trust about a man like that? Where was the certainty? Ulfric didn’t even know what he was risking, what vulnerabilities he’d opened up. When he was vulnerable Skyrim and her people suffered, that’s all there was to it.
They were riding on Solitude. His troops stretched out behind him on the road, under Galmar’s watchful eye. Sometimes they were greeted with cheers and flowers and sometimes with barred doors and windows. But they had nothing to fear now; Skyrim was all but theirs, the Imperial forces pushed back to the northernmost edge.
He’d had Dyce ride with him, at the head of his army, and at first he’d been good company, if unreliable. Half the time he fell back to talk to people he recognised and tell jokes and flirt. As they tracked north, up through the Reach - no, they didn’t stop at Markarth; Ulfric averted his gaze and kept going, at this late stage he would not betray himself - Dyce grew quieter, and more withdrawn.
Eventually, they camped within sight of Solitude’s walls, the Blue Palace remote and peaceful over its stone arch, the harbour glittering blue and white. When Ulfric had last been here, he had defeated a king.
Galmar had his maps and his strategies, the troops were organised and briefed as the sun sank towards the horizon. Tomorrow they would take Solitude or die trying. The Imperials would know they were there, so they built their fires high, and the hills rang with the songs of battle.
Ulfric and his generals met in the command tent. Three Nords, one Breton. Ulfric would not have imagined Dyce would stand with them like this when he’d first sworn himself to Ulfric’s service, but Galmar had seen him grow into the role of a leader of men. When called upon to do so, he ran into battle screaming at the top of his lungs.
“We won’t need to lay siege on the palace,” Ulfric said. “It will be enough to take the fort, and see Tullius defeated.”
“What about Elsif?” Yrsarald asked.
“She is not a fool, and she will not order her people to fight to the death. She will be treated fairly.”
Dyce didn’t say a word throughout the proceedings, he merely stared at the map of the city spread in front of them. When their strategy was agreed on, they left to get some food. Ulfric remained, staring at the map by candlelight, listening to the voices of the men and women at his command outside.
He blew out the candle and was about to leave the tent when he heard Ralof speak.
“Dyce, you’ve been there and come back. Tell us about Sovngarde?”
A hush fell over the gathering, and Ulfric could hear clearly the crackle of the fire. He found himself holding his breath.
“I’m no bard,” Dyce said. “But I’ll do my best.”
Ulfric drifted forward, but stayed within the tent, not wanting to impose his presence on the gathering. He watched as Dyce was given mead and the soldiers simultaneously tried to give him space and lean in closer.
Re: What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 20/??
(Anonymous) 2013-02-11 02:44 pm (UTC)(link)But yeah, there it is- Dyce absorbing the Dovahsil and Dragonrend. Two parts of Dyce that Ulfric can never understand, or have. In some ways they are kindred souls, but in many more ways, they're not.
One thing that Ulfric doesn't understand, but it coming around to recognize, is Dyce's generosity. Dyce is very generous. He does want to help most of the people he comes across. He is willing to share pleasure-sexual and otherwise, with almost anyone. Which is why he said what he did about Helping Ulfric.
And what Dyce doesn't understand, but is coming to recognize, is that Ulfric isn't so polotically careful because he wants to be. It's because the need for it was literally beaten into him. Ulfric's life is not his own, just like Dyce. And if Ulfric screws up, makes a bad judgement call, or is simply lazy at the wrong time, People will suffer and die. Dyce is having trouble dealing with the fact that men are joining the army to fight on 'his side', he doesn't yet see that Ulfric is carrying that burden a hundred times over. And just like Dyce can't stop being Dragonborn, Ulfric can't stop being Jarl, and soon, King.
They're getting more and more alike. But I don't know if that means they're getting closer. And brilliant you, Dyce!anon, is carefully playing with the difference between the two.
You're setting us up so beautifully for the next section- the fields outside of Solitude, the battle come morning, and Dyce now talking of Sovngarde. A place some of those men will be seeing the very next day- and everyone knows it. I love the image of Ulfric listening, hiden, from his tent to Dyce's voice, because it's such a good metaphor for their whole story. Dyce with a crowd-Ulfric alone. Dyce being seen-Ulfric hidden. I also love how Ulfric knows his presence would change the nature of the gathering, so he holds back, because that's a whole lot of Ulfric's life: sacrificing himself for the greater good, and its usually completely unseen.Beautiful, beautiful imagery.
So, Ulfric's torn, Dyce is troubled. They're both hot, and they're both bothered. Let's see where this can take us. (She said innocently) Brilliant, Dyce!Anon, simply brilliant.
Re: What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 20/??
(Anonymous) 2013-02-11 08:48 pm (UTC)(link)Complete agreement with everything said here.
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-11 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)Re: What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 20/??
(Anonymous) 2013-02-13 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)*goes back to devouring fic*
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-11 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)Re: What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 20/??
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