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The Other Woman -- F!DB/Alvor -- 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

The trip to Whiterun was uneventful. She managed to get in to see the Jarl with much less fuss than she had expected, and had soon passed along Alvor’s message. The Jarl had agreed to send a detachment of his men to Riverwood, and she’d breathed a sigh of relief. Danica had not been looking forward to potentially having to tell Alvor that his request had been declined.

The Jarl had then given her new tasks, and though Danica had smiled politely and agreed, she had escaped before dealing with the court mage’s request. He had given her the details, and she would get to it, but there were some other things she needed to take care of first.

Her main concern dealt with, Danica allowed herself a bit of time in the town of Whiterun to explore. It was an interesting town, with respectable shops and stalls, a decent tavern, and even a group of warriors; the Companions, apparently. She’d picked up some things on her way to Whiterun—namely meat, leather, and alchemy ingredients—and sold those to the local merchants before turning around and spending that meager coin on some necessities; namely, armor and basic survival supplies. Feeling better about the future now that her pack was full of useful goods, Danica turned her sights back on Riverwood.

Regardless of Sigrid’s warning, or maybe because of it, Danica wanted to see Alvor again. Even if she never acted upon her silly impulses, never actually seduced the man—though she was tempted—she longed to spend time in his company.

When she got back to town, she went straight to the forge. Alvor had been sharpening a sword, but he looked up at her, and smiled.

“You’re back. What did the Jarl say?” Alvor set aside his work, and began wiping his hands on his apron, giving her his full attention.

“He’s sending men.” Danica took a few steps into the forge, trying not to feel so awkward. She’d thought about this conversation during the walk back from Whiterun. She’d contemplated what she’d say, and how she could get on Alvor’s good side; not that it seemed like it would be hard. “Need any help around the forge?”

Now that the words were out, the felt silly, and Danica immediately wished she could take them back.
“Yes, actually. How about you smith me an Iron Dagger. Here’s everything you need.” He handed her an iron ingot, and some bits of leather.

She smiled. Her father had believed that real warriors knew how to craft and maintain their own weapons. Her mother had not been pleased when she had stained her apron with ash, and she had given Danica an earful. But her mother was not here to complain, and the clothing she wore she had purchased with her own coin.

“I’m not sure I know what to do. Can you show me?” It was a calculated move on Danica’s part. Alvor quirked a brow at her, but stood and took the single step it required to stand beside his forge. He stood behind her, and guided her hands through the process. She barely heard him as he talked her through the motions and explained steps she already knew.

Her attention was instead absorbed by the feel of his chest where it brushed her back, of his hands encircling hers. She was not a petite woman, but Alvor dwarfed her. She wondered if he guessed at what she was feeling, and what he would do if he did. As the dagger took shape, her infatuation with the smith deepened.

The iron dagger was formed, and they moved to his table to work with the leather. Their heads were bowed together, and he was guiding her through wrapping the leather strips around the hilt when they were interrupted. Danica’s mind had been drifting, imagining other things they might do with the bits of leather, and better uses for their time. She was jerked back to the present, and reminded that they were out in the open rather suddenly and with the uncomfortable weight of fear in her belly, she turned to see who had caught her.

The Other Woman -- F!DB/Alvor -- 2b/?

[(Anonymous)]

Hadvar stood at the foot of the stairs leading to the smithy. He was frowning, his gaze flitting from Danica to Alvor and back, clearly trying to decide what was going on between his uncle and their guest.

“Thank you for showing me how to craft a dagger,” Danica smiled at Alvor, and stepped away from him. “I appreciate the lessons in smithing.” Alvor nodded mutely, and she wondered if his thoughts had been similar to hers. But this was neither the time nor the place to ask. “What brings you here, Hadvar?”

“Uh,” Hadvar seemed almost hesitant. “Sigrid asked me to tell Alvor that supper was ready. And-“ again, he hesitated. “I was wondering if you would join me for dinner at the Sleeping Giant Inn.”

As if on cue, Danica’s stomach growled. She was not eager to endure another meal at Sigrid’s table, and she did not have the coin or time to acquire her own. Hadvar’s invitation could not have been more convenient.

“I’d be glad to.” She turned to Alvor. “Perhaps tomorrow you can show me how to sharpen that dagger?”

“Come by tomorrow evening, I’ve got a few things to take care of earlier in the day.”

That settled, Danica crossed the porch and joined Hadvar. Things were going better than she had expected.

She just hoped things kept going her way.

Re: The Other Woman -- F!DB/Alvor -- 2b/?

[(Anonymous)]

Sneaky Danica....
Please continue

Re: The Other Woman -- F!DB/Alvor -- 2b/?

[(Anonymous)]

Aye. More please! :)