When Vilkas roused himself fully awake from his strangely resting sleep, he was horrified to discover that he was in a rather... undignified position. Said position being curled up like a child against Gunnar's side, head lying atop the older Nord's chest. What was worse was that Gunnar had an arm slung around him like a father would a son, sleeping comfortably enough to be snoring loudly, chest rising in such a rhythmic pattern that Vilkas had no trouble using it as a pillow.
Not so strangely, Vilkas found the fatherliness rather appealing and as much as he wanted to deny it, his morning wood didn't. Gods damned he had a problem, namely the one current snoring softly and holding him close and he needed to get away from before said problem noticed that he was a problem. Gods, he didn't need to be teased anymore than usual.
The knight slowly, as not to disturb the old warrior, tried to sit up. But the arm slung around him was iron clad in strength and no matter how much Vilkas pushed he was kept against the older Nord's chest. And after several tries, Vilkas huffed in defeat and resigned himself to lying where he was and desperately hoping that Gunnar wouldn't notice the erection pressed against his hip or at least that the old warrior would have some sort of decency to not say anything.
Vilkas glanced over to where his brother was to see his twin lying next to the older Nord, using a thick arm as a pillow and sleep rather peacefully. Lucky bastard didn't even seem phased by the situation or the handsome man besides him. Did anything bother his slightly slow but loveable brother?
Gunnar muttered something before curling the arm around Vilkas and dragging the knight effortlessly on top of him much to Vilkas delight/horror, who yelped loud enough in surprise that Vilkas suddenly found himself eyes to eye with a wide awake Gunnar.
The older Nord blinked once and then opened his mouth
"...Morning pup" Gunnar said.
"...morning" Vilkas muttered. He could smell Gunnar's potent natural scent this close and it was far too enticing to be good.
"...I'm sure that this is my vault" Gunnar yawned before letting his arm relax, letting Vilkas roll off the man and move so that the older man wouldn't notice what his presence did to the knight.
Gunnar yawned again and then shifted his other occupied arm, rousing Farkas from his slumber.
"Rise and shine Farkas" Gunnar said rather cheerily.
Farkas mumbled sleepily and sat up, rubbing at the already smeared war paint on his face.
"Someone's rather chipper" He sleepily noted.
"Well, a long time ago someone told me a very great piece of advice" Gunnar said, scratching at his stubble.
"Mourn for the dead for a day before living the rest of your life head strong with their memory in your heart"
Gunnar smiled faintly
"Besides, I think there are some Silver Hand members that deserve a good ass kicking and I can't be depressed to do that"
“You’re going to take revenge against the Silver Hand?” Vilkas asked.
“I wouldn’t say revenge, just knocking them around until they realize that messing with the Companions isn’t healthy” Gunnar smirked brazenly.
“Revenge is never the way” Vilkas said seriously “The Silver Hand will just retaliate”
“Not if they don’t know what hit them” Gunnar smirked.
~*~
Vilkas grew concerned enough to venture an audience with Kodlak. And the old harbinger gladly made time to talk to him.
“What is it Vilkas” Kodlak ventured.
“I… I think Gunnar and a few others are going to seek revenge against the Silver Hand for Skjor’s death” Vilkas said gravely.
Kodlak sighed, showing no signs of shock from hearing this news. The old harbinger sighed deeply, like he knew this was going to happen before rubbing his temples.
“This is… grave news and can only lead to more death” Kodlak groaned.
“What are we going to do Kodlak?” Vilkas asked, concerned.
“I shall speak to Gunnar once he gets back, for now I shall talk to Alea” Kodlak rose to his feet, his old joints popping “But I would like to ask you a favor”
“Anything Harbinger”
“I want you to root out any of the others that also seek revenge and send them my way” Kodlak said
“We must root out this seed of hatred before it causes more grief”
Old Scales 33/?
Not so strangely, Vilkas found the fatherliness rather appealing and as much as he wanted to deny it, his morning wood didn't. Gods damned he had a problem, namely the one current snoring softly and holding him close and he needed to get away from before said problem noticed that he was a problem. Gods, he didn't need to be teased anymore than usual.
The knight slowly, as not to disturb the old warrior, tried to sit up. But the arm slung around him was iron clad in strength and no matter how much Vilkas pushed he was kept against the older Nord's chest. And after several tries, Vilkas huffed in defeat and resigned himself to lying where he was and desperately hoping that Gunnar wouldn't notice the erection pressed against his hip or at least that the old warrior would have some sort of decency to not say anything.
Vilkas glanced over to where his brother was to see his twin lying next to the older Nord, using a thick arm as a pillow and sleep rather peacefully. Lucky bastard didn't even seem phased by the situation or the handsome man besides him. Did anything bother his slightly slow but loveable brother?
Gunnar muttered something before curling the arm around Vilkas and dragging the knight effortlessly on top of him much to Vilkas delight/horror, who yelped loud enough in surprise that Vilkas suddenly found himself eyes to eye with a wide awake Gunnar.
The older Nord blinked once and then opened his mouth
"...Morning pup" Gunnar said.
"...morning" Vilkas muttered. He could smell Gunnar's potent natural scent this close and it was far too enticing to be good.
"...I'm sure that this is my vault" Gunnar yawned before letting his arm relax, letting Vilkas roll off the man and move so that the older man wouldn't notice what his presence did to the knight.
Gunnar yawned again and then shifted his other occupied arm, rousing Farkas from his slumber.
"Rise and shine Farkas" Gunnar said rather cheerily.
Farkas mumbled sleepily and sat up, rubbing at the already smeared war paint on his face.
"Someone's rather chipper" He sleepily noted.
"Well, a long time ago someone told me a very great piece of advice" Gunnar said, scratching at his stubble.
"Mourn for the dead for a day before living the rest of your life head strong with their memory in your heart"
Gunnar smiled faintly
"Besides, I think there are some Silver Hand members that deserve a good ass kicking and I can't be depressed to do that"
“You’re going to take revenge against the Silver Hand?” Vilkas asked.
“I wouldn’t say revenge, just knocking them around until they realize that messing with the Companions isn’t healthy” Gunnar smirked brazenly.
“Revenge is never the way” Vilkas said seriously “The Silver Hand will just retaliate”
“Not if they don’t know what hit them” Gunnar smirked.
~*~
Vilkas grew concerned enough to venture an audience with Kodlak. And the old harbinger gladly made time to talk to him.
“What is it Vilkas” Kodlak ventured.
“I… I think Gunnar and a few others are going to seek revenge against the Silver Hand for Skjor’s death” Vilkas said gravely.
Kodlak sighed, showing no signs of shock from hearing this news. The old harbinger sighed deeply, like he knew this was going to happen before rubbing his temples.
“This is… grave news and can only lead to more death” Kodlak groaned.
“What are we going to do Kodlak?” Vilkas asked, concerned.
“I shall speak to Gunnar once he gets back, for now I shall talk to Alea” Kodlak rose to his feet, his old joints popping “But I would like to ask you a favor”
“Anything Harbinger”
“I want you to root out any of the others that also seek revenge and send them my way” Kodlak said
“We must root out this seed of hatred before it causes more grief”
(grrr writer's block...)