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"Something Like Parents" 13/?

[(Anonymous)]

The trip back down the mountain was mostly silent. Inkahlok had returned to Ulfric's shoulder a few minutes before, but his siblings remained with Finn. The Jarl watched her back worriedly, wondering just what to say to her in light of this news. She was obviously distraught, but her furrowed eyebrows and tense shoulders gave him the idea that trying to soothe her was a bad call this time.

“Monah lost krosis,” Inkahlok murmured, resting his head atop Ulfric's. The Nord nodded wordlessly, reaching up to stroke his wings. When the hatchling lapsed back into silence, however, he couldn't help but wish that he'd speak again. The quiet was starting to be too much to bear.

“Finn,” he finally called, hurrying forward to walk at her side. The Breton looked stubbornly down, her hair falling out of its ponytail and into her face. “What are you thinking?”

“I don't know,” she admitted quietly, only to shake her head. “That's not true. I know what I have to do, but I don't know how I'm going to handle it.” She stopped abruptly by one of the emblems and took a seat, ignoring the cold. “Ulfric...I'm their mother. They should be able to count on me to stop them from being hurt. If I can't even do that...”

“It's not the same situation, Finn,” Ulfric interrupted her. “You're the mother of dragons. That isn't quite the same as having Breton children to care for.” He moved to wrap an arm around her, only to rethink it and settle for laying a hand on her shoulder. “Paarthurnax spoke truly. You won't stop being their mother the day they fly out of Skyrim. They're bound to remember who you are to them.” Finn's eyes were welling up by the time he finished talking, and she gritted her teeth, trying to stop the tears from falling.

“I didn't imagine it would come to this,” she whispered. “When I took them in...I never thought I'd actually care.”

Me neither, Ulfric thought, unconsciously reaching for Inkahlok again. Now he did embrace her, and she pulled her knees up to her chest. The only noise for a few minutes was Finn's weak sobbing and Inkahlok's worried mumbling. Neither parent expected the silence to be broken by Sulpaazov.

“Monah,” she began quietly, nudging the Breton's knee. “W-why...why do you cry?” The words came out clumsy and awkward, but the sound of Common from one of her hatchlings was enough to shock Finn out of her sadness.

“Sulpaazov...?” she murmured, scooping up the hatchling. On her shoulder, Gaafyahzin tilted his head as well, confused by the strange language his sister was emitting.

“Tinvaak se muz,” he complained. Finn turned to Ulfric, amazed, and nodded.

“Tinvaak se muz...” she agreed.

Upon their return to the Palace of the Kings, Finn had retreated to the hatchlings' makeshift bedroom. Ulfric found her laying on the rough blankets, surrounded by her dragons and recalling an adventure for them.

“Your bormah, your father...I met him in the tower, once I had gotten away from the Lein-Naak, the World-Eater,” she said cheerfully. “His voice had the same suleyk, even then. I didn't know who he was, but I assumed he was some bron mul, as most of them are...do you understand so far?” The hatchlings chattered in both Common and the Dragon language now, excited at their mother's dramatic escape from both her captors and Alduin. Ulfric stayed in the doorway for a moment, tempted to join them. He doubted Finn would tell them about how she had jumped through the roof of an inn, acting as though the fire she had to pass through didn't even exist. She had the same suleyk, he thought with a hint of affection.

Still, he left her to tell the story, and returned up the stairs. Truth be told, it made him just a bit nervous. He still didn't want to think of that girl and those dragons as his own.

Re: "Something Like Parents" 13/?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh Ulfric! Give in! You know you can't resist Finn and the baby dragons. You're the Bormah! Time to step up, man!

I LOVE this so much! I love all the sweetness and the angst and the love blossoming. It's just so good! Thank you for continuing it and please post more!