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skyrimkinkmeme) wrote2012-02-17 04:29 pm
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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."
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Old Scales 20/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-14 01:15 am (UTC)(link)Several times it made him blush bright red and Gunnar had laughed himself to tears. And quite a few more times the blood rushed the complete other way and Gunnar laughed at Vilkas’s discomfort, completely oblivious to the real source of the source of discomfort.
It got so bad that the knight nearly cried at the sight of Riverwood.
“Here we are” Gunnar announced.
“Finally” Vilkas sighed.
“What was that pup?”
“Nothing old man”
They walked to the Giant’s Inn and went in to see it empty save the man behind the counter and an older bar maid.
Gunnar went over to the bar maid
“Hello, I’d like the attic room” He said.
Vilkas looked up and saw no attic, so why was the old man asking for it? Was that code or something?
“Attic room eh? We don’t have an attic room, but you can have the one on the left. Make yourself at home” The bar maid said, jerking her thumb towards the indicated room.
“Thanks” Gunnar said, handing her ten septuims before walking over to the room.
Vilkas followed, closing the door behind them. The old warrior plopped down on the bed and sighed deeply.
“I think we’ve been dooped” He said almost dejectedly.
“Really?” Vilkas said sarcastically.
“Really! I mean who here could have gone through those ruins without getting killed by those Drauger?”
“Maybe we missed them”
“Gods, someone out there is running around with the horn and I have no clue who it is!” Gunnar groaned.
The door suddenly opened and the old bar maid walked in. She looked with a judging eye at Vilkas before her eyes settled on Gunnar.
“So you’re the Dragonborn I’ve been hearing so much about” She said before reaching into her pocket and pulling out the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller and holding it out for Gunnar “I think you’re looking for this”
“Yeah, thanks” Gunnar said, taking it. He stashed it in his bag before walking for the door.
“Hey! Wait!” The bar maid said, stepping in his way.
“What?” Gunnar groaned like a child.
“You’re not even interested in why I have the horn?” She asked.
“…no” Gunnar stated so bluntly that Vilkas chuckled.
“At least hear me out, I went to a lot of trouble to get that horn”
“And so did I, if you haven’t noticed” Gunnar said.
“Will you just listen to me?”
“Fine, let me hear it” Gunnar sighed.
“Not here”
“No thank you then”
“Gunnar” Vilkas said, fighting back laughter.
“Oh fine, where do you want me?”
The bar maid beckoned them to follow to what looked like hers or the bartender’s room. When they all three stood in there she glanced at Vilkas
“I’m afraid you’re friend shouldn’t hear this” She said.
“If pup can’t stay then I’m leaving” Gunnar threatened.
“…Fine, close the door”
“Now you’re ordering me around girly? I’m afraid you’re a bit early for that” Gunnar smiled confidently.
The bar maid only stared stunned at them before scowling and going over to the door and slamming it shut herself. She then stormed across the room and opened the wardrobe to open a secret door. She roughly waved them through and both the Companions followed, grinning at each other.
They went down a set of stairs and into a stocked room. On the table was a marked up map and a black bound book. The bar maid went over to the table and leaned against it before glaring at Gunnar.
“The Greybeards seem to think that you’re the Dragonborn. I hope they’re right” She said.
“They Greybeards are right. I am Dragonborn” Gunnar said as though it were obvious.
“I hope so. But you’ll forgive me if I don’t assume that something’s true just because the Greybeards say so” She scowled at him “I just handed you the Horn of Jurgen Windcaller. Does that make me Dragonborn, too?”
“No… and that’s a terrible argument” Gunnar said. She sighed before entirely giving up on the argument.
“What do you want with me?” Gunnar said.
“I didn’t go to all this trouble on a whim. I needed to make sure it wasn’t a Thalmor trap” She sighed again before pushing forward “I’m not your enemy. I already gave you the horn. I’m actually trying to help you. I just need you to hear me out”
“This is going to take a while” Vilkas sighed, already seeing the defiance in the old warrior’s eye.
Re: Old Scales 20/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-14 09:38 pm (UTC)(link)And I love Gunnar like you can imagine. Please A!A update soon; I'm dying to read the rest.
Re: Old Scales 20/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-14 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Old Scales 20/?
(Anonymous) 2013-02-15 09:34 pm (UTC)(link)Please keeping updating dear author!