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The Old-Fashioned Way 11/11

[(Anonymous)]

Ulfric forced himself not to fight the two pairs of hands holding him down; he heard the spell begin, but couldn't hear much more over the roaring in his ears. It had been years since he had felt such helpless fear. He didn't know how long he was treated for, but he felt Ralof's hands ease off his shoulder, and Galmar slip a hand down to grip his fist.

"Ulfric?" Rozenn was calling his name, and likely had done so several times. "Ulfric, can you speak?"

Ulfric let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, and croaked out what might have been a yes.

Galmar pushed him upright into a sitting position and held a tankard to his lips. Sweet mead filled his mouth. Ulfric swallowed, feeling an immediate improvement. Something about the sweetness made him feel better... Or... "Was this mead dosed with a healing potion?"

Galmar chuckled and Rozenn laughed. "Maybe. Maybe not. Does your leg feel better?" Galmar asked.

Ulfric tested it on the bed. It felt considerably better. He nodded.

"Want to try putting your weight on it?" Galmar asked, while pushing Ulfric to the edge of the bed.

"What if I say "No"?" Ulfric asked.

Galmar shoved him. "Tough."

Ulfric stood, glaring at his Housecarl. "An improvement. Thank you, Thane Rozenn."

"What happened to General Stormblade? Not that I like the name, mind," Rozenn asked, coming to lean happily against Galmar.

"You don't look it. In that get-up you look like a mage or scholar or a Thane," Galmar answered before Ulfric could even examine his reasoning.

"And the leg, High King? Better?" Rozenn asked again.

"Much. I think perhaps it will be a long time before I ask for another healing, but I would ask that you be the one to perform them," Ulfric replied.

"Of course, Ulfric. Unless I can teach the Thu'um for Ice Form to every healer in Skyrim, nobody else would be brave enough to try healing you!"

"You and Galmar - you will always keep me humble," Ulfric muttered.

"Someone has to," they chorused. Ralof snorted.

Ulfric glared at the young Nord. "See that all our things are packed. We need to get back to Windhelm as soon as may be."

"Yes, High King!"

"Now, High King Ulfric, if you don't mind..." Rozenn said as she went to a dresser and opened a drawer.

"What?" Ulfric asked even as Galmar said out of the side of his mouth "Don't ask."

"You can change our sheets. I don't want to bed my husband and catch your scent, do I?"

"Don't you have a steward for that?"

"The Steward didn't use my bed."

"Now I remember why I liked Ralof's suggestion of going to Riverwood. Nobody there would dream of speaking to me like you two do."

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A/N: And that's it. There is more in this 'verse, depending on which prompts catch my eye and imagination. Thank you to any and all who read and followed and cheered for me and Galmar and Ulfric.

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Author's Note: *facepalm*

[(Anonymous)]

Just reread the Wiki about Ulfric and realised that the Thalmor took him before the Markarth Incident.

*clears throat*

Yeah. My bad. I *do* have a retcon plot!fix for this, but it will not be in this fic (mostly because there be no editing while Anon'd) so it'll be in my next one, on Page 5.

Aside from my slight lore!fail any feedback would be appreciated.