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"Nothing But Trouble" M!DB/Farkas M!DB/Vilkas 8/10

[(Anonymous)]

The horse galloped closer, and Vilkas put all this strength into trying to push the dragon off. And then the weight of the creature was gone, as it pulled its head back in pain, and he saw an arrow jutting from the side of the creature’s jaw.

And then someone was at his side, and he’d never been so pleased to see the newest Companion. For all his faults, and Vilkas could find many, he could not fault the Breton’s courage, as he struck at the creature. Vilkas landed a blow, and it took to the sky again.

There was no time or breath to waste speaking. Dyce tracked the dragon with his bow, and while his first shot went wild the second one hit, before they were both obliged to run from the dragon’s breath.

But when it landed a short distance away its fate was sealed. Dyce hacked at it and it snapped at him, turning its head from Vilkas, exposing the long, pale underside of its throat. He didn’t hesitate. Mustering all his remaining strength, he sliced through it, hot dragon blood welling and gushing up over his hands, splattering his face. The dragon writhed and Dyce stumbled as its claws clipped him, and then its head hit the ground, twitching.

Vilkas prodded it with the tip of his sword. It didn’t move. He heard Dyce sheath his weapons. What a story this was going to make back at Jorrvaskr. Vilkas was about to turn to Dyce to tell him so when he saw something strange start to happen to the dragon. It’s skin started to peel off, and beneath it was a blinding light.

He stepped back, and realised the entire dragon was starting to glow.

“Shit! Look out!” Vilkas didn’t hesitate. He tackled Dyce out of the way, shielding him with his armour and his larger form. Dyce made a surprised yelp as he landed on the grass. It didn’t make a difference. Vilkas stared as the light streamed from the dragon and into Dyce’s body.

Dyce started laughing. Or he tried to. Still winded from battle, he only managed the most breathless chuckles between gasps for air. Vilkas could hear his leather armour creak as he breathed. He seemed all right. Vilkas felt his own heartbeat begin to slow and he got to his feet, retrieving his sword which he’d dropped in his attempt to save Dyce from, well, there was no hiding it now.

“Dragonborn.”

Dyce groaned and covered his face with his hand for a moment before slowly getting to his feet. It was still raining, and Vilkas turned his face to the sky to wash off the dragon blood.

“Well, now you know. Wolf.”

Vilkas narrowed his eyes, “How do you know about that?”

Dyce told him, concisely and without inflection. “Don’t worry, you keep my secret, I’ll keep yours.”

Vilkas looked at the smouldering skeleton of the dragon, “I don’t think you can keep this a secret.”

Dyce looked at him, water starting to bead at the ends of his hair. “I know. But I try. This isn’t me. It’s something extra that’s just been foisted upon me.” He shook his head helplessly, “And there’s nothing I can do. I can’t stop the souls, I can’t help but read the words.”

He had a look on his face that Vilkas understood. He knew how it felt; the way the skin tightened at the temples, the way it was hard to move your jaw. It was the face of a man who’d forgotten how to cry and wouldn’t let himself even if he remembered.

“There’s no end to it,” Vilkas found himself speaking. “You realise this is the rest of your life. You can’t take a break. You can’t endure because you know it will end. You just endure it because you have to. And you can never escape the fact that it might ruin everything that you value about your life and yourself.”

They stood there, feet apart, talking in the rain, neither taking his eyes off the other.

“I don’t understand why it’s me,” Dyce said. “Or what will happen in the end. How many words are there? I have immortal dragon souls inside me. I’m just a man.”

“I can’t trust the others. They are barely tame now, and Kodlak’s getting old. I don’t know if I can control them if I have to. What if I have to kill them? Farkas doesn’t see the danger. I’m glad he doesn’t. He’s not good at worrying; he’d want to fix it, but see no way for it to be fixed.”

Re: "Nothing But Trouble" M!DB/Farkas M!DB/Vilkas 8/10

[(Anonymous)]

Goddamn it!!! Dyce!anon! This is Kink-meme! I am NOT suppose to be crying while reading it! Fuck you! (In the nicest possible way, you know) There better be some hot sexytimes.
Sobbing, before motherfucking breakfast! Honestly!