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The Other Woman -- F!DB/Alvor -- 10a/?

[(Anonymous)]

Before she knew it, Danica had been at the Stormcloak camp for a week. She had only intended to spend a few hours, maybe a day. But the hours had stretched into days, and the time had simply disappeared.

And if she was honest with herself—which she mostly was—she was still there because of Ralof.

The man was a professional flirt.

Danica had decided to make some money and help out in a few ways. She repaired and improved equipment for the soldiers. She hunted and fished and gathered what she could to fill their stewpot at night. (That first evening she had been almost afraid to ask what they were eating, and since then she had made efforts to improve their meals.) She had even brewed some restorative potions to help the men in the infirmary. In short, Danica had done everything she could to help the camp, and make coins to help her when she finally left.

The men were grateful, and most expressed it with coins or small items as thanks. They warmed up to her—even the crotchety guard from the first day—and often included her in conversations.

Ralof made a point of seeking her out wherever she was and eating meals with her. Once or twice, he tagged along on her hunting and fishing trips. She knew he was busy, and that he had his own tasks to take care of, but she was incredibly grateful for the company. He was a good companion, seemingly understanding when to talk, and when to be quiet. He teased her, and told jokes so bad she couldn’t help laughing.

But through it all, she couldn’t help thinking about Hadvar. She just wanted to forget, and sometimes she even succeeded. But then Ralof would do or say something that made her think of Hadvar.

It was ridiculous. She was being pathetic. Clinging to thoughts of a man whom she hadn’t known even half as well as she now knew Ralof. But she had learned that feelings were tricky things, and they were hardly constrained by things like logic and practicality.

“Danica,” Ralof had said as they fished in the river she’d been told led right past Windhelm, Ulfric’s seat of power. He hadn’t looked at her, he’d just stared out over the water. That was when her stomach had clenched. She didn’t want to complicate her life further. Didn’t want another man getting involved. “We need to... talk.”

She sighed, and resisted the urge to run. “Alright,” she managed. Her stomach was twisting, she didn’t want to deal with this. She didn’t need to leave another broken heart in her wake.

“I just,” Ralof turned to her suddenly. “Danica, I’m sorry if I led you on, but I’m attracted to men, and it’s not that you’re not a very pretty woman but I’m not interested...”

He drifted off as she began laughing. It was a laugh of nervousness, and relief. Oh, gods. He had been worried he was leading her on, and she had been worried he was getting attached and the whole situation was so absurd that she couldn’t stop laughing for several long minutes. When she finally thought she had herself under control, she’d dared to glance at his face, and he looked so confused and appalled that it had set her off in new peals of laughter.

“Oh Ralof,” She finally said, studiously not looking at him so she could keep her amusement in check. The words came out in a hurried jumble, seeming to spill from her lips. “I was so worried that you thought I was trying to-“ she cut herself off then. “I’m in love with someone else.”

Strictly speaking, she wasn’t sure that was true. She didn’t think she loved Hadvar, and she certainly didn’t love Alvor, but it was so much less complicated to explain that she “loved” someone than it was to face whatever muddled feelings she did have. Men were confusing, infuriating, and all to attractive. Some small part of her was a little disappointed that Ralof was off the table, but that bit of disappointment was overwhelmed by a feeling of relief.

These Riverwood men would be the death of her.

“Oh,” He looked deflated. “Couldn’t you have, I don’t know. At least acted a little disappointed that I uh-“

Danica snorted.

The Other Woman -- F!DB/Alvor -- 10b/?

[(Anonymous)]

“Ralof,” She rested gloved hands upon his shoulders, squaring up their bodies so he faced her fully. “If my life were not already incredibly complicated, I would be devastated by your confession. You are a handsome man, and a wonderful companion, but I don’t think we would be a good fit for each other.” He smirked a little at that.

“I don’t know, love.” He cocked an eyebrow at her, his humor quickly returning. “I think we would fit just fine if I were interested in lady-bits.”

Danica laughed, and Ralof went right back to flirting and teasing her mercilessly. The rest of the evening passed comfortably.

It wasn’t until later that night that everything caught up with her.

She missed her family. Even her mother. She wanted to curl up by the fire and talk to her father, and have him tell her that none of these men were worthy of his baby girl. His only daughter. He would tell her that she had screwed up, but that she could learn and grow from this, as she had from dozens of other mistakes. She imagined it all, visualized the conversation she might have with her father, if he were there, and the ache receded.

She thought of Hadvar, and of what she might find if she went back to Riverwood. Would he still be there? Could he still be angry with her? Of course he would be. She had known him for less than a fortnight and she had seduced his uncle, then she had run off. Leaving the aftermath behind.

She couldn’t go back to Riverwood. She had burned that bridge.

She was faced with some choices. She could join the Stormcloaks, and support the men who had helped her here. Perhaps work under Ralof, or some other commander.

She could go back to Whiterun, and finish what she had started. The Jarl had asked her to speak to his mage, and she hadn’t paid much attention to what he’d told her. She would have to ask him to repeat himself, but it would likely be worth doing.

Or, she could go find the Imperial headquarters, and join forces with the faction of her family. She could “join the family business” so to speak.

Still undecided as to her future, Danica drifted off into sleep... and dreamed of Hadvar.

Re: The Other Woman -- F!DB/Alvor -- 10b/?

[(Anonymous)]

I love this fill.
Continue please

A!A

[(Anonymous)]

Thanks for the comment, anon. I have every intention of finishing, I've just lost track of my creativity.

Hopefully I'll have more soon.