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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."
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"Something Like Parents" 31/31
(Anonymous) 2014-12-19 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)“I imagine you have never ridden a dovah before,” the elder dragon remarked, watching the man struggle back to his feet. “Give yourself time, we have plenty.” Finn smiled as she helped him to his feet, hoisting his arm around her shoulders.
“Your legs are asleep,” she added cheerfully. Their own dragons gathered around them, clicking curiously as they watched their bormah stumble towards the Word Wall.
“How do legs sleep?” Inkahlok asked. Before either human could reply, Paarthurnax spread his wings, landing on the ground in front of them.
“The speech of the julle will always confuse me as well. How do you fare, kiirre? We have a long journey ahead,” he said. Finn felt a familiar lump in her throat, and clasped her hands together as Gaafyahzin spoke.
“We are ready, Paarthurnax. Our monah has prepared us well.” Paarthurnax nodded slowly, humming as he observed the first tears falling from the Breton's eyes.
“You have prepared them well,” he agreed. “They will be safe, Dovahkiin. But I can understand why you mourn.” Finn nodded, unable to speak, and covered her face as Ulfric's arm tightened around her. The hatchlings turned back, hurrying to her and speaking at once as they nuzzled her legs.
“Monah, we will meet again!”
“Do not grieve for us, monah!”
“We will think of you, always!”
The force of their perceived affection soon knocked the two to the ground, and Finn couldn't help but laugh through her tears, embracing her hatchlings as they clambered over them.
“I know, kiirre brit, I know...gods, I am so proud of you all...my hunne...” she whispered. Ulfric smiled as well, reaching to stroke Gaafyahzin's back as he approached them.
“Our kiirre...” he echoed, unsure what more to say. “You will...be in my thoughts for the rest of my life.” There was silence for a moment, interrupted only by Finn's weak giggling and the clicking of the dragons, and Ulfric looked up to see Paarthurnax nodding his stoic approval.
“The journey will not take longer than two weeks,” he rumbled. “Return to this peak then, and I will tell you what happened, young parents.” Finn nodded, letting her hands drop away from the dragons at last and rising to her feet.
“I'll be here,” she promised, biting her lip. “...I'm ready, Paarthurnax.” The ancient dragon spread his wings and lifted himself from the ground, roaring once towards the sky.
“Then, kiirre, we depart. Join me, and we will greet Valenwood with the new day!” he announced. The dragons looked up in awe, before turning back to Finn, who was openly crying even as she spoke.
“Go on, my kiirre,” she agreed. “Bo. Fly.” The younger dragons took off as well, roaring as they circled the peak of the mountain before finding their place under Paarthurnax's wings. Finn and Ulfric stood in silence, huddling together for warmth and watching the group of dragons grow smaller, smaller...smaller. Their hands tightly holding, they both felt the same pride, knowing that there would be little issue on the trip to their new home. Surprisingly, there was no fear in the air.
“We should do this again,” Ulfric murmured musingly, looking off into the sky long after the four had disappeared from view. Finn leaned into his chest.
“We should find more baby dragons?”
“You should marry me,” the Jarl corrected, “and we could live this again with children of our own.” Finn rolled her eyes affectionately, tightening her grip on his hand as they looked off the edge of the mountain.
“I think I want to recover before I start pushing out kids,” she teased. “But marriage...that's in the cards, Ulfric Stormcloak. That's in the cards.”
The orange sky turned to blue before they stopped looking at the sky and started down the mountain once again.
A/N: Holy crap, I can't believe I finished this! It's been a really long time since I updated this, so a lot of the more regular readers are gone now, but if you stumble across this—thank you for the chance to write one of my favorite fills, and I hope you enjoyed! Cheers!
Re: "Something Like Parents" 31/31
Re: "Something Like Parents" 31/31
(Anonymous) 2016-07-11 08:30 pm (UTC)(link)