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What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 18/??
Date: 2013-02-10 07:13 am (UTC)Dyce stopped running. Ulfric stopped too, staring at him.
“I can bring it down,” Dyce said. He drew his blades, and watched the dragon circle around. Ulfric looked from him to the dragon and back again, standing his ground, but ready to leap out of the way.
JOOR ZAH FRUL
Dyce and Ulfric ducked as the dragon lost control of its flight and with a scream of mental anguish crashed into the ground. Grounded, it thrashed about, turning to face them, screaming frost into their faces. They split up. Ducking under the flailing wings and the wickedly barbed tail.
Ulfric showed no fear, Shouting defiance, his axe biting into the creature’s hide. Dyce caught a wing across the midsection and drove both his blades into the tough membrane, letting it carry him off his feet and crawling up onto the creature, working his way towards its body, blade by blade as it tried to fling him off.
Ulfric raised his axe, his feet skidding on the ground as he did his best to absorb a swipe by the dragon’s claws. Dyce risked standing up long enough to hurl himself towards the dragon’s back as it turned its head and reached back to snap at his heels.
The dragon heaved, and thrashed, and screamed its superiority as it once again forgot what it was to die. Dyce gritted his teeth and hung on as it hurled itself into the sky. Dragonrend still burning in his throat, he couldn’t cough up the words again just yet. The dragon whirled and climbed, trying to throw him off. Dyce ignored the way the sharp scales dug into him through his armour and hung on. Peering over the dragon’s shoulder he could see Ulfric, just a moving speck in a mass of churned snow.
An arrow sailed past Dyce’s nose. Ulfric had found his bow. He wasn’t likely to hit anything though; shooting dragons in flight took a lot of practice-
The dragon whipped its head up, and Dyce caught a glimpse of fletching protruding from under its jaw. Ignoring Dyce for now, it turned and dived down towards Ulfric, and Dyce could feel its rib cage expand as it took a deep breath.
Ulfric was running, his fur cloak and his blonde hair the only thing moving in the landscape below. Dyce. The dragon opened its jaws, its neck extended.
FUS RO DAH!
Dyce aimed his force at the back of the dragons head, and its neck snapped down, caught on the ground, and then the whole creature somersaulted over its own head. Dyce covered his head with his arms and tried to leap free as the ground raced up to meet him.
He hoped the huge crunching sound he heard was the dragon landing, and not his neck snapping. He struggled to work out which way was up and where his limbs had got to when something seized his bicep and hauled him in a direction that turned out to be upright.
His nose was bleeding; the gore half-frozen to his face.
Ulfric met his gaze for a moment and Dyce nodded.
The dragon was still alive, thrashing itself upright, roaring in rage. Ulfric raised his axe and charged the creature, Dyce at his heels. Disoriented and broken, the dragon screamed and bled, but could not rise again, and eventually thrashed and lay still.
Ulfric put his axe through the back of its head, just to make sure.
They stood over the dragon’s body, breathing hard. Dyce wiped the blood off his face onto the back of his hand. Ulfric, stood next to its head, staring at the creature, trying to drink in his victory. Damp with sweat and melted snow, his armour scuffed and scratched, and his hair tangled.
“Shame no one was here to see it,” Dyce said.
Ulfric shrugged, and then he grinned. His teeth gleamed against his beard and his eyes were alight with adrenaline and rush of victory. He tossed his axe with one hand and caught it before hanging it off his belt.
Dyce folded his arms and looked him up and down and couldn’t stop himself smiling. “Right now,” he said. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” He meant every word.
Ulfric looked him in the eye. With sudden determination he stepped forward towards the Breton and Dyce waited, a smile hovering around his lips as Ulfric raised a gloved hand towards his face.
Re: What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 18/??
Date: 2013-02-10 07:46 am (UTC)Re: What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 18/??
Date: 2013-02-10 05:18 pm (UTC)Re: What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 18/??
Date: 2013-02-11 03:29 am (UTC)Re: What's a Thief to a King? M!DB/Ulfric 18/??
Date: 2013-02-11 02:13 pm (UTC)(I'm loving having this little Dyce feast. So good!)
So, we start with the close of the serious conversation from the last section. And with it comes some important insights. Yes, of course Ulfric is trying to figure out Dyce just the way Dyce is trying to figure him out. And Ulfric's good at it. For all the things that are wrong with Ulfric, the fact remains, there was many many more things right with him. He simply wouldn't have survived if he wasn't truly exceptional.
You have a really beautiful description here: Dyce looked at Ulfric. His face was underlit by the flames, which threw into relief the lines and scars on his face, and lit the hollows beneath his high cheekbones. Ulfric earned every one of those scars, and he's not going to hide them. Not that he could, but the ownership is key.
And just when Dyce is ready to write Ulfric off, he shows yet another part of himself, (and 'Shows" really is the word here) and tells him to nurse his wounds. Yes, Ulfric needs Dyce at his peek to be of use to him, but he didn't need to show such kindness. I swear, he's got more sides to him than a Diamond has facets.
Loved the line about Ulfric sneaking up on Dyce. Again, more than the weight of its words.
What does it mean that I went to a kinky place too when Ulfric said he wanted to 'test their thu'ums?' I think they might as well pull out the measuring tape while they're at it. Check length, girth, etc.
It was not lost on me that Ulfric's method of Thu'um dueling is Dyce's usual method of fight. Duck and cover, with sneaky, precise hits. For once, the tiny Breton is the huge Hulk in the fight, and the massive Nord is the tiny bantamweight. And that's just fucking fantastic. Because it's not just you switching their roles up, it's you showing that THEY can switch their roles up.
And then, just to show it wasn't a fluke, you bring in a Dragon, and they go back to their usual roles- Dyce is attacking from behind while Ulfric's leading a frontal charge. You're a fucking madman. Seriously, you write like a motherfucker.
Two things I kind of want to see (but might not get, and that's okay) is one, Ulfric watching Dyce absorb a Dovahsil, because, really, that's what seperates the men from the boys. And I realized (and I think you're going here) Dyce just used a shout Ulfric wouldn't know. He would never have even heard of it. The Greybeards didn't have Dragonrend, and so they couldn't teach it to him. What does Ulfric make of that?
I love that Ulfric is the one person Dyce can play with shouts with- and while this was testing, it was also playing. Something niether of them get to do enough of and both need badly.
Considering how well these two fight together, I can't wait to see how well they fuck together. I doubt I'll have to wait long.:D
So, my Dyce!anon. I knew this was going to be excellent, but it's coming together even better than I had dreamed. And you're not even close to being done, are you? I LOVE a man with stamina! Oh baby! Give me more!