First off, please excuse my attempted grasp on the Dragon language. I'm working entirely off of the wiki page on it. Bwah. xD Title: Something Like Parents Summary: When the Dragonborn stumbles upon three orphaned dragon hatchlings, her emotions get the best of her and she takes them home to Windhelm. But babies are pretty hard to control, especially when they breathe fire and can eat anything placed in front of them. Finn's going to need some help. Tags: char: f!pc, char: ulfric_stormcloak, race: breton, race: dragon, kink: crack/humor
Finn's work had been thankfully stolen from her that day. Somebody had found the dragon before she stumbled along, it would seem, and the massive corpse was still laying sprawled across the forest floor. As soon as she took a step towards it, however, the skin began to flake and burn away, rewarding the Breton with the familiar aura of the beast's soul. Once it had faded away again, leaving Finn with a rather content feeling in her chest, she could finally hear what she had missed at first glance.
At first, she thought that some especially loud baby birds had been dropped from a tree during the battle. The pitiful squeaking was coming from somewhere behind the fallen dragon's tail, a sad enough sound to make the Dragonborn sheathe her weapon and approach it cautiously. What she found was...admittedly not too far from baby birds. If baby birds grew up to be enormous, fire-breathing bringers of terror.
“Oh, gods,” she murmured, watching as three baby dragons, each no larger than her arm, clambered over each other in a panic. She took a cautious step forward, snapping a twig under her boot, and in an instant all six eyes were focused on her.
“...Monah?”
Finn searched her brain desperately, trying to summon as much as she knew of their language. If she remembered correctly, 'monah' had been the word for...mother...
“Oh! Niid!” she retorted quickly, crouching nervously and watching the dragons swarm towards her. She felt her heart sink a little as the largest of the three clambered up onto her knee, its tail swishing excitedly. Damn it all, why did they have to be cute...the more she looked at them, the more she couldn't help but think that she couldn't leave them behind. Evidently, they were recent orphans, and if they managed to survive, some over-enthusiastic hunter would make quick work of them. She frowned now, reaching out to pat the scaly head of the nearest hatchling as it too climbed up her leg, trying for her shoulder.
You are an amazing fool, Finn, she thought helplessly, holding out her arms. “Het,” she said aloud, nodding down. The babies seemed to understand instantly, and hopped clumsily up to weigh her arms down. Groaning, she forced herself to stand, starting off back the way she came.
She knew exactly who would be able to help her. She'd just have to find the easiest way to smuggle three baby dragons into Windhelm.
"Something Like Parents" 1/?
Title: Something Like Parents
Summary: When the Dragonborn stumbles upon three orphaned dragon hatchlings, her emotions get the best of her and she takes them home to Windhelm. But babies are pretty hard to control, especially when they breathe fire and can eat anything placed in front of them. Finn's going to need some help.
Tags: char: f!pc, char: ulfric_stormcloak, race: breton, race: dragon, kink: crack/humor
Finn's work had been thankfully stolen from her that day. Somebody had found the dragon before she stumbled along, it would seem, and the massive corpse was still laying sprawled across the forest floor. As soon as she took a step towards it, however, the skin began to flake and burn away, rewarding the Breton with the familiar aura of the beast's soul. Once it had faded away again, leaving Finn with a rather content feeling in her chest, she could finally hear what she had missed at first glance.
At first, she thought that some especially loud baby birds had been dropped from a tree during the battle. The pitiful squeaking was coming from somewhere behind the fallen dragon's tail, a sad enough sound to make the Dragonborn sheathe her weapon and approach it cautiously. What she found was...admittedly not too far from baby birds. If baby birds grew up to be enormous, fire-breathing bringers of terror.
“Oh, gods,” she murmured, watching as three baby dragons, each no larger than her arm, clambered over each other in a panic. She took a cautious step forward, snapping a twig under her boot, and in an instant all six eyes were focused on her.
“...Monah?”
Finn searched her brain desperately, trying to summon as much as she knew of their language. If she remembered correctly, 'monah' had been the word for...mother...
“Oh! Niid!” she retorted quickly, crouching nervously and watching the dragons swarm towards her. She felt her heart sink a little as the largest of the three clambered up onto her knee, its tail swishing excitedly. Damn it all, why did they have to be cute...the more she looked at them, the more she couldn't help but think that she couldn't leave them behind. Evidently, they were recent orphans, and if they managed to survive, some over-enthusiastic hunter would make quick work of them. She frowned now, reaching out to pat the scaly head of the nearest hatchling as it too climbed up her leg, trying for her shoulder.
You are an amazing fool, Finn, she thought helplessly, holding out her arms. “Het,” she said aloud, nodding down. The babies seemed to understand instantly, and hopped clumsily up to weigh her arms down. Groaning, she forced herself to stand, starting off back the way she came.
She knew exactly who would be able to help her. She'd just have to find the easiest way to smuggle three baby dragons into Windhelm.