When Vilkas finally opened his eyes, all he could see was tanned skin, all he could smell was Gunnar and all he could feel was the pleasant warmth of the old warrior’s arms around him. And he felt at peace.

Finally, he had the old warrior to himself, all to himself. There weren’t any secrets or silly feelings in the way. Now there was just them… and that strange father kink on Vilkas’ end.

He stretched his legs a bit and nuzzled his face deeper into Gunnar’s warm chest.

Yep, this was perfect.

Vilkas continued to slip in and out of a light slumber, as his continuously boiling beast blood would allow, until Gunnar yawned and started stirring. The old warrior stretched what he could without relinquishing his hold on the knight, but his arms did eventually leave the knight so he could stretch them out. Vilkas groaned from the loss of heat.

“Morning to you too” Gunnar chuckled sleepily.

Vilkas shifted around until he was looking at the smirking old warrior and just gave him a sleepy scowl.

“Morning” He grumbled.

Gunnar just grinned widely before capturing Vilkas’ face in his hands and pulling him closer for a spine tingling morning kiss.

“Actually… I think its late afternoon but…”

“It’s morning to us”

“Good point”

The two took a moment to work the stiffness out of their limbs before groggily getting up and getting dressed. It took a bit longer then it usually would have since Gunnar kept copping feels and Vilkas kept smacking the frisky old man. But eventually they got back into their armor. Though when Vilkas tried to stand he felt a bit of pain, to which Gunnar laughed and then helped him stand and kept him on his feet long enough to get used to the pain.

“When we get back to Jorvashkr I’ll let you sleep some more sonny”

Vilkas couldn’t help but blush from the nickname

“Seriously, sonny?”

“What? I think this one suits you so much more then pup”

“I think I like being called pup better”

“But this way I can make you squirm so much more”

“You are an evil old man”

“You’re the one that loves this evil old man”

Vilkas huffed before grabbing that cheeky old warrior around the back of his neck and craning his head down enough that Vilkas could steal a quick kiss.

“Yes I do, though I have no idea why”

“Please, who could resist all this?” Gunnar grinned.

“No one, but they better or they’ll have me to deal with”

“I think I rather like it when you get feisty”

“Perverted old man”

“Why yes I am”

Vilkas couldn’t help but smile.

Yep, it was definitely love or else he really had no idea how he would put up with this strange Nord.

When they left the room, the man behind the counter was expressionless but Delphine couldn’t even look them in the eye. Vilkas couldn’t help but blush when he recalled his little… loud confession. Gods, people were going to think that Gunnar and he were father and son… and that they were sleeping together.

Gunnar came to his rescue, throwing an affectionate arm around his shoulders and throwing a rather cheery smile at everyone that gave them looks.

“Don’t worry sonny” Gunnar said as they left the inn and started heading towards Whiterun “I’ll protect you… as if you were my own kin”

“You evil old bastard!” Vilkas groaned, burying his burning cheeks in his hands.

“You love me and you know it!”