Gunnar quickly became popular among the other Companions for his cheerful personality and his near supernatural strength with his greatsword. He finished jobs in record time and always made sure to pick up any job that became available no matter difficulty or pay.
The older Nord also became rather popular around Whiterun as he helped resident. He shut up that annoying bard at the tavern, found a lost sword, killed bothersome bandits and generally lent his hand whenever one was needed.
Vilkas tried to avoid him for sanity’s sake, unless the man came to him for a job but then he was strictly professional and generally avoided slobbering over him like Njada, Alea and even Ria seemed to do. Those three took every chance to talk him up and down and trail after him like pups. What was worse was that Gunnar seemed completely oblivious, smiling that heartwarming smile and talking in the friendliest of tones.
And as if their first match never happened, Gunnar chatted amicably with Vilkas and always came to him first for jobs. The older man didn’t even seem dissuaded by Vilkas’ gruff attitude and curt responses, and always took the job that was offered. He always got everything thrown at him done and came back smiling and as chatty and brass as ever.
Vilkas was hoping that his played distaste for the man would eventually turn him towards some other Companion, anything to make fate stop teasing him with the aged warrior, but fate would have none of it as the man persisted.
Fate was even crueler to offer incidents of temptations.
Such as the time Vilkas walked outside to find Gunnar stripped to the waist, his sun kissed muscles glistening with sweat and sparring with Farkas who was in a similar condition. They were sparring, taking light practice swings. Vilkas was hypnotized by the fluidness of the movement of the older man’s impressive muscles, and couldn’t help but stare. When the two finished, deciding on a even draw, Gunnar caught Vilkas staring and gave him a wide grin. Vilkas started and then quickly scowled… and then Gunnar yelled
“Ah come on! You know you want a piece of this!” And then stroked his muscular chest sensually.
Vilkas had to quickly run away to hide his blush.
The next incident was when he was forced to deliver the payment for a job to Gunnar. Apparently he had told Alea that he had done the job and then stumbled off to bed without it. She threatened to twist Vilkas’… personal bits off if he didn’t so he grudgingly agreed to first thing in the morning.
He went down to the whelp quarter, and found the door closed which should have been the first warning sign that something was wrong, but pushed it open anyway… and found Gunnar in nothing but his breechcloth. His hair was a mess, his good eye was still bleary from sleep and his broad jaw stubble with morning fuzz.
However, nothing could change the fact that the older man was practically naked right in front of him. Strong, long legs perfectly muscular, a few barely noticeable scars, bare sculpted chest and his muscular arms all on display for any person’s viewing pleasure.
“Morning pup” Gunnar had sleepily grumbled.
Vilkas had stared at him, completely oblivious to anything, until Gunnar loudly cleared his three times and finally managed to garner Vilkas’ attention. When the knight looked up to the older man’s face and not his godly body he was faced with a sleepy but sly smirk
“See something you like pup?” Gunnar smirked.
Vilkas tossed the coins at Gunnar and ran away, hearing Gunnar’s rich laugh following him all the way up stairs.
And then the incident that only lasted a short minute but still haunted Vilkas’ mind for weeks afterward.
Vilkas had walked outside and found Gunnar’s back to him and facing Athis and Tovar. Gunnar was fiddling with something on front of him while Athis and Tovar stared with adamant attention. The knight was about to ask what in the name of Oblivion they were doing when the rather loud sound of a buckle being undone and then Gunnar said
“See? Mine is bigger”
Athis and Tovar muttered something and Vilkas ran to get something for his bloody nose.
Then Fate proved herself quite the bitch when Skjor came to him the information on another piece of Wuuthrad and sending him with Farkas.
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timeasmymeasure
Old scales 9/?
Date: 2013-02-03 03:33 am (UTC)Gunnar quickly became popular among the other Companions for his cheerful personality and his near supernatural strength with his greatsword. He finished jobs in record time and always made sure to pick up any job that became available no matter difficulty or pay.
The older Nord also became rather popular around Whiterun as he helped resident. He shut up that annoying bard at the tavern, found a lost sword, killed bothersome bandits and generally lent his hand whenever one was needed.
Vilkas tried to avoid him for sanity’s sake, unless the man came to him for a job but then he was strictly professional and generally avoided slobbering over him like Njada, Alea and even Ria seemed to do. Those three took every chance to talk him up and down and trail after him like pups. What was worse was that Gunnar seemed completely oblivious, smiling that heartwarming smile and talking in the friendliest of tones.
And as if their first match never happened, Gunnar chatted amicably with Vilkas and always came to him first for jobs. The older man didn’t even seem dissuaded by Vilkas’ gruff attitude and curt responses, and always took the job that was offered. He always got everything thrown at him done and came back smiling and as chatty and brass as ever.
Vilkas was hoping that his played distaste for the man would eventually turn him towards some other Companion, anything to make fate stop teasing him with the aged warrior, but fate would have none of it as the man persisted.
Fate was even crueler to offer incidents of temptations.
Such as the time Vilkas walked outside to find Gunnar stripped to the waist, his sun kissed muscles glistening with sweat and sparring with Farkas who was in a similar condition. They were sparring, taking light practice swings. Vilkas was hypnotized by the fluidness of the movement of the older man’s impressive muscles, and couldn’t help but stare. When the two finished, deciding on a even draw, Gunnar caught Vilkas staring and gave him a wide grin. Vilkas started and then quickly scowled… and then Gunnar yelled
“Ah come on! You know you want a piece of this!” And then stroked his muscular chest sensually.
Vilkas had to quickly run away to hide his blush.
The next incident was when he was forced to deliver the payment for a job to Gunnar. Apparently he had told Alea that he had done the job and then stumbled off to bed without it. She threatened to twist Vilkas’… personal bits off if he didn’t so he grudgingly agreed to first thing in the morning.
He went down to the whelp quarter, and found the door closed which should have been the first warning sign that something was wrong, but pushed it open anyway… and found Gunnar in nothing but his breechcloth. His hair was a mess, his good eye was still bleary from sleep and his broad jaw stubble with morning fuzz.
However, nothing could change the fact that the older man was practically naked right in front of him. Strong, long legs perfectly muscular, a few barely noticeable scars, bare sculpted chest and his muscular arms all on display for any person’s viewing pleasure.
“Morning pup” Gunnar had sleepily grumbled.
Vilkas had stared at him, completely oblivious to anything, until Gunnar loudly cleared his three times and finally managed to garner Vilkas’ attention. When the knight looked up to the older man’s face and not his godly body he was faced with a sleepy but sly smirk
“See something you like pup?” Gunnar smirked.
Vilkas tossed the coins at Gunnar and ran away, hearing Gunnar’s rich laugh following him all the way up stairs.
And then the incident that only lasted a short minute but still haunted Vilkas’ mind for weeks afterward.
Vilkas had walked outside and found Gunnar’s back to him and facing Athis and Tovar. Gunnar was fiddling with something on front of him while Athis and Tovar stared with adamant attention. The knight was about to ask what in the name of Oblivion they were doing when the rather loud sound of a buckle being undone and then Gunnar said
“See? Mine is bigger”
Athis and Tovar muttered something and Vilkas ran to get something for his bloody nose.
Then Fate proved herself quite the bitch when Skjor came to him the information on another piece of Wuuthrad and sending him with Farkas.