Gunnar, Alea and Skjor were standing a ways away from the Fort where the Silver Hand were encamped. Alea and Skjor sniffed out several members outside and a large number within the fort.
“I’ll go on in ahead, try to scatter their attention and then you two come in behind me and strike when their confused” Skjor said.
“That’s suicide and you know it old man” Gunnar said.
“Well, what’s your plan then, older man?” Skjor asked, glaring at Gunnar through the darkness.
“Hmm… we could draw them outside with a distraction, pick them off as they funnel out the doors” Gunnar suggested.
“And what about the people deep inside the fort?” Skjor shot back.
“We’ll make it loud” Gunnar grinned.
“Skjor is right Gunnar” Alea finally piped in “If we get them confused it will be easier for the two of us to go through and deal with them”
“Sigh… fine but you’re going to get yourself killed” Gunnar sighed with fatherly disappointment “So remember to duck”
“Don’t know how, but I’ll think of something” Skjor said before unsheathing his sword “I’ll be back”
Skjor jumped out from behind the trees and charged the fort. Silver Hand members yelled warnings as the old Companion came charging through, killing one of two before heading forward into the fort. Alea and Gunnar watching as he ran, wondering if they’d ever see him again.
“Alright lass, let’s make this count” Gunnar said, unsheathing his sword.
~*~
Vilkas, the miserable little knight, lay face down in his bed trying to quell his blushing as his mind kept repeating the kiss with Gunnar.
It had only lasted a second, and was probably done more as a joke then anything, but his mind kept going back to the small details that happened within that one second.
How warm the older Nord’s lips were against his own, the roughness from them being slight chapped, the slight prickle of the man’s stubble as it brushed against his cheek and the overwhelming wave of Gunnar's natural smell from him being so close. And the shock of it was overwhelming and electric, addicting, and he wanted it again and again.
But he couldn't get flustered by that perverted old man! It had to be another of his teases, another way to watch him squirm. There was no way that a delicious older man like him would be interested in men, let alone someone as young and experienced as the knight. Damn it, and not after Vilkas had made it quite clear that he wasn't interested.
He sighed into his pillow and wished everything was as easy as fighting off bandits or the creatures of Skyrim's wilds.
Knock, knock
"What?" Vilkas groaned loudly into his pillow.
Whoever it was just opened the door and came in anyway, leading Vilkas to believe that it was his brother because no one else would have the audacity to enter his room so boldly.
"Brother?" Farkas asked.
"What?"
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine"
"Are you sure? You ran off pretty quickly after Gunnar left"
"I'm fine brother"
"You're lying"
"I'm not"
Vilkas heard Farkas sigh deeply before stepping closer. The knight's bed sunk under additional weight and Vilkas was unceremoniously shoved aside as his brother made room for himself. Soon the brother's lay side by side on the bed, much like they once had when they were much younger.
"What’s wrong brother? You've been acting strange since Gunnar showed up" Farkas asked his brother.
"I haven't" Vilkas defended hastily.
"You avoid him at all costs, you get flustered every time Gunnar speaks, and you've been unusually quiet and irritable ever since" Farkas noted "And I know you're the smart one, but even I've noticed"
"You wouldn't understand" Vilkas sighed.
"So make me smart breeches" Farkas said, playfully punching his brother.
"...I'm...I...it's too embarrassing" Vilkas muttered.
"What? The old man got some dirt on you or something?"
"No..."
"Then what?"
"It's nothing brother"
"To oblivion it's not! Brother please, tell me what's wrong?" Farkas snapped, smacking his brother upside the head.
Vilkas sighed deeply into the pillow and then lifted his head to look his brother in the eyes.
Old Scales 31/?
“I’ll go on in ahead, try to scatter their attention and then you two come in behind me and strike when their confused” Skjor said.
“That’s suicide and you know it old man” Gunnar said.
“Well, what’s your plan then, older man?” Skjor asked, glaring at Gunnar through the darkness.
“Hmm… we could draw them outside with a distraction, pick them off as they funnel out the doors” Gunnar suggested.
“And what about the people deep inside the fort?” Skjor shot back.
“We’ll make it loud” Gunnar grinned.
“Skjor is right Gunnar” Alea finally piped in “If we get them confused it will be easier for the two of us to go through and deal with them”
“Sigh… fine but you’re going to get yourself killed” Gunnar sighed with fatherly disappointment “So remember to duck”
“Don’t know how, but I’ll think of something” Skjor said before unsheathing his sword “I’ll be back”
Skjor jumped out from behind the trees and charged the fort. Silver Hand members yelled warnings as the old Companion came charging through, killing one of two before heading forward into the fort. Alea and Gunnar watching as he ran, wondering if they’d ever see him again.
“Alright lass, let’s make this count” Gunnar said, unsheathing his sword.
~*~
Vilkas, the miserable little knight, lay face down in his bed trying to quell his blushing as his mind kept repeating the kiss with Gunnar.
It had only lasted a second, and was probably done more as a joke then anything, but his mind kept going back to the small details that happened within that one second.
How warm the older Nord’s lips were against his own, the roughness from them being slight chapped, the slight prickle of the man’s stubble as it brushed against his cheek and the overwhelming wave of Gunnar's natural smell from him being so close. And the shock of it was overwhelming and electric, addicting, and he wanted it again and again.
But he couldn't get flustered by that perverted old man! It had to be another of his teases, another way to watch him squirm. There was no way that a delicious older man like him would be interested in men, let alone someone as young and experienced as the knight. Damn it, and not after Vilkas had made it quite clear that he wasn't interested.
He sighed into his pillow and wished everything was as easy as fighting off bandits or the creatures of Skyrim's wilds.
Knock, knock
"What?" Vilkas groaned loudly into his pillow.
Whoever it was just opened the door and came in anyway, leading Vilkas to believe that it was his brother because no one else would have the audacity to enter his room so boldly.
"Brother?" Farkas asked.
"What?"
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine"
"Are you sure? You ran off pretty quickly after Gunnar left"
"I'm fine brother"
"You're lying"
"I'm not"
Vilkas heard Farkas sigh deeply before stepping closer. The knight's bed sunk under additional weight and Vilkas was unceremoniously shoved aside as his brother made room for himself. Soon the brother's lay side by side on the bed, much like they once had when they were much younger.
"What’s wrong brother? You've been acting strange since Gunnar showed up" Farkas asked his brother.
"I haven't" Vilkas defended hastily.
"You avoid him at all costs, you get flustered every time Gunnar speaks, and you've been unusually quiet and irritable ever since" Farkas noted "And I know you're the smart one, but even I've noticed"
"You wouldn't understand" Vilkas sighed.
"So make me smart breeches" Farkas said, playfully punching his brother.
"...I'm...I...it's too embarrassing" Vilkas muttered.
"What? The old man got some dirt on you or something?"
"No..."
"Then what?"
"It's nothing brother"
"To oblivion it's not! Brother please, tell me what's wrong?" Farkas snapped, smacking his brother upside the head.
Vilkas sighed deeply into the pillow and then lifted his head to look his brother in the eyes.
"I" He started.