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F!DB/Human!Alduin, "There Are No Endings" (9/?)

[(Anonymous)]

A/N: Shout out to restoration magic as aphrodisiac A!A, as I am of the same school of thought. No smut yet, though.

To be honest she was glad when she could finally end the spell. The Dragonborn knew she’d ended a little abruptly, yanking her magic back to herself to cut off the intimate connection. A groan from Alduin indicated that he must have felt it too. He didn’t say anything though, even if he set that unnerving gaze on her in a way that seemed to signify great affront. She doubted many had pulled away from the great Alduin before he was ready, and even if he did not remember, it was clear certain aspects of his personality were still firmly intact.

“Thank you for your healing... female. You said that you know me. That my name is Alduin...”

The Dragonborn flexed her hands briefly, trying to work the tingle out, but it did little good. She knew she’d been trying to avoid looking at him, facing the fact that Alduin had returned and she had just spared him. She was increasingly glad that she hadn’t taken a housecarl with her on this little adventure, because she didn’t have the foggiest idea how she would have explained this. “You are Alduin. I don’t know how, and I don’t think I want to know. What matters is that you are the World-Eater, and the oldest of the dragons. I killed you in Sovengarde and now you return as man.”

Those red eyes seemed to contemplate her for a long while, and she refused to fidget underneath their scrutiny. The World-Eater looked at his hands, his body, and he seemed to only dimly understand. Though still when he looked up he was determined, “Say I am who you claim. Say I am Alduin, World-Eater, what now? It is clearly not who I am any longer.”

Again that voice, it filled her head, too great and booming for the body of a mortal man. “I’ve not decided. Not yet.” Her eyes filtered upon the sprawled corpses of bandits. “Well, whatever we do we clearly can’t stay here. You are coming with me, and I’m keeping my eye on you.”

“Fair enough, female. I didn’t have time to think of accommodations before I was paralyzed and taken prisoner by these…bandits. Your plan will be acceptable.”

Condescending tone aside, the arrogant man-dragon’s words brought the Dragonborn come to an awful realization: he was going to be –staying- with her. Divines, she hadn’t even thought of what she was going to do about accommodations… there was no way she was having her arch enemy living with her in Breezehome.

Who could she talk to about this? There was no way she could discuss it with Delphine. The old Blade would murder her in her sleep if she knew Alduin had returned and she’d left him alive. The Greybeards were also well out. They may not be as quick to kill as Delphine, but they were also slow to act. They had no perspective on practical matters and preferred to contemplate the world instead of belonging to it.

So once again her thoughts turned to Paarthurnax. Of everyone she knew he was one do the few who seemed regretful about Alduin’s passing, but he’d also helped her defeat him. It really made him the only choice. Despite her liking of the old Dovah, the thought of visiting him again so soon made her sigh. One of these days, she was going to have to examine her tendency to keep council with dragons.

For now she turned around, gesturing Alduin forward. Until she was sure, she wasn’t going to give the World-Eater her back. “You first.”

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Having the bodies of dead bandits all around made her nervous, she may have killed my have killed most, but there was no telling when scouts or a raiding party may return. But unfortunately Alduin did not appear to have much in the way clothes left, and Skyrim was no place to wander in smalls. That left them looting the den for a few supplies before their departure. Not to mention she hadn’t packed expecting to have others to feed, and they were at least two days ride from Ivarstead.

Despite the Dovah’s looks of interest she immediately nixed any of the sweetrolls or raw cuts of meat lying about the bandit den. She grabbed mostly root vegetables, herbs and salt. Game they could catch on the road if necessary, but wasn’t taking any changes on the dubious roasts the scoundrels had left behind.

Re: F!DB/Human!Alduin, "There Are No Endings" (9/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Skyrim was no place to wander in smalls

Nope... but damn.

Re: F!DB/Human!Alduin, "There Are No Endings" (9/?)

[(Anonymous)]

I wonder if Odahviing will recognize him?

Re: F!DB/Human!Alduin, "There Are No Endings" (9/?)

[(Anonymous)]

I wonder why he had to come back as human... So curious. I love this fill.