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F!NordPC/Erik

[(Anonymous)]

F!NordPC is very badly injured and just manages to escape from *insert enemy here*. She gets on her horse and manages to ride to Rorikstead where she promptly faints from blood loss or injuries etc. and falls off. Cue Erik (pre or post Slayer – doesn’t matter) being the hero and saving F!NordPC's life; something which she is very thankful for (hint hint)
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Erik/F!DB: "Many Thanks" 1/?

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Lina stumbled from the cave in a daze, clutching at a gaping wound in her abdomen and reaching for another arrow that stuck out of her shoulder. She had gone in expecting bandits, that much wasn't up for debate...but the ambush had caught her embarrassingly off-guard, as had the chief's greatsword hitting her square in the stomach.

“Damn it all...!” she hissed through gritted teeth, looking back over her shoulder as the shouts grew louder. Her father had always been firmly against the idea of fleeing, and it had rubbed off on her over the years—but the pain of staying would far outweigh the pain of running. “Jalo! Jalo!” Her horse's ears pricked up at the sound of her name, and she trotted to the Nord's side, whickering anxiously as the bandits grew near. Lina pulled herself into the saddle with blood-stained hands, groaning all the while, and instantly dug her heels into the steed's sides. Jalo burst into a gallop obediently, carrying her wounded master as far from the scene as her hooves could handle.

When she slowed again, Lina looked around, trying to ignore the dizziness that continued to build and blur her vision. She had seen these hills before, she knew that much...but from where?

She eased the horse forward, wincing with each movement, and looked back down at her torn armor. The bleeding was slowing down, at least, and it looked like it hadn't stained Jalo's saddle. She shifted a bit now, a pang in her shoulder reminded her of the arrow that still lay there.

“Gods damn it,” she whispered, pulling her horse to a stop. She needed to deal with that, before moving any more ripped her skin. Closing her eyes and biting her lip, she tightened her hand around the shaft, and pulled hard.

Despite her best efforts, she screamed when the arrow was freed. If there had been any question about the damage before, it was certainly gone now. Jalo's ears folded against her head at the sound, and she hurried forward in her fright, leaving Lina to collapse on her neck and hang on for her life.

As her vision finally clouded, she could still make out the tiny shapes of roofs getting closer. A town, she realized with a rush of relief. It was no small miracle.

“Jalo,” she said hoarsely, urging the mare forward once more. “There...take me there...”

“Erik,” Ennis said sharply, looking up from the fence he was repairing. “Are you almost finished with that wheat?” The younger man, who had been struggling with the last bale, looked up with a bashful smile.

“The wheat? Ah...yes, Ennis. Just...finishing up here, then I'll bring it in.” His part-time employer looked down again with a shrug.

“Good, good. I'll pay you when you're finished,” he muttered, too focused on his task to hear the rush of hooves. The redhead, however, looked up, only for his eyes to widen and his jaw to drop.

A blood-stained horse was trotting towards them, eyes white with terror and ears against the top of its head. In the saddle, an equally bloody woman lay motionless, her arms hanging limply around the horse's neck. Erik hurdled the fence in his rush to get to them, grabbing Ennis' attention as he did. The farmer looked up, his confusion instantly turning to shock as he took in the sight.

“What in Oblivion happened here?” he asked, watching Erik grab the loose reins and stroke the horse's head.

“Steady, steady,” he soothed, until the steed was quiet and still. “Ennis! There's someone on its back! She's breathing!” He took in the unconscious Nord's face, his own lined with concern, and began to lead the horse forward cautiously as Ennis dashed up.

“By the gods, she's a mess,” he sighed, staring at her. “Do you suppose your father can clean her up?”

“I'm sure someone can,” Erik replied quickly. “Let's move.”

Re: Erik/F!DB: "Many Thanks" 1/?

[(Anonymous)]

OP had given up on this prompt ever being filled! Thanks anon :D

Erik/F!DB: "Many Thanks" 2/?

[(Anonymous)]

“…for when she wakes up.”

“Assuming she does. That was a nasty cut, and…”

“…lucky we found her when we did…”

Lina’s brow furrowed as she listened to the snippets of conversation that weaved in and out of her consciousness. Her eyelids felt very heavy, and there was a dull stinging in her abdomen that reminded her of her last memories before. She had been attacked…she had made it onto Jalo’s back…maybe she was dead?

No. If she was dead, she wouldn’t still be in pain. And the realm of Oblivion she had undoubtedly been sent to would likely be much louder. She forced her eyes open, gasping in pain and attracting the attention of the two men at her bedside.

“Easy there,” the older of the two said, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder to keep her from sitting up. Lina stared dazedly at him, forcing her mouth to move.

“…Where…where am I?” she said hoarsely. Her throat was unbearably dry, and the younger man seemed to pick up on this.

“Do you need some water?” he asked, handing a goblet to her. “We’ve made you some food, too. You don’t have to eat if it’s too hard on you.” Lina took the drink gratefully, gulping it down so quickly that it made her lightheaded. She was aware enough to look down, surprised to find that her armor had been removed and that a thick bandage enveloped her torso.

“What happened?” she asked, grimacing as she sat up in bed and pushed her matted blond hair out of her face. The older man took a seat beside her, while his son looked on with concern.

“I was hoping you could tell us that,” he said. “My boy Erik here found you passed out in the saddle of your horse, covered in blood.” The Nord woman’s eyes widened, and she looked around wildly.

“Where is Jalo?”

“Outside, with the cows. She’s being taken care of, don’t fret.” The man motioned for her to look back at him. “My name is Mralki. As I said, that’s my son, Erik. You’re in Rorikstead right now, in Frostfruit Inn. We brought you in off of your horse and bandaged you up. We think you’ve lost quite a bit of blood.”

“I…I see…” Lina sighed, leaning back on her hands. “My name’s Lina. I got attacked by bandits. The one who cut me open caught me off guard. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have happened.” Erik eyed her curiously, and she looked back at him, tilting her head. “Thank you for saving me. If you hadn’t helped me, I probably wouldn’t have made it.” The boy blushed, and she couldn’t help but feel a little bit enamored with this shy, endearing stranger.

“I couldn’t just leave you like that,” he replied, his voice trembling slightly. Before he could say any more, Mralki rose to his feet.

“I’m glad to see you awake, but I do have an inn to keep. I’m right outside the door if you need anything, but besides that, I’ll have Erik wait on you. You don’t mind, do you, Erik?” His son shook his head eagerly, and he nodded approvingly. “Excellent. Hope you feel better.” With that, he left, leaving Erik to look nervously over at their new guest.