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"Nothing But Trouble" M!DB/Farkas M!DB/Vilkas 9/10

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“I don’t like fighting dragons. I’m not strong enough to wear thick armour, I can’t call upon magic or anything like that. Every time I see one, I think I’m going to die in its mouth. But I don’t feel I have any choice. I feel trapped. And I have people I don’t really trust telling me they know what’s best for me.”

“It’s like Kodlak and I are the only ones who see this for what it is. And Kodlak has other things he’s working on. Part of me wishes I didn’t regret things so much. That I could just strip down and run with Skjor and Aela. I can’t afford to make a single mistake.”

There was no hiding the truth in this rain. No holding it back.

“Farkas worries about you. He doesn’t think the way you leash your beast is healthy. He asked me to help you. I don’t know how, I had some half-arsed plan to fuck some sense into you. But I don’t know what I’m doing. About anything.”

“I know how you feel.”

And with that, there was nothing more to say.

Dyce heaved a sigh, “Where the fuck did my horse go?”

“I need to collect the furs I dropped, let’s go and look for it.”

“Strictly speaking, it wasn’t entirely mine to start with.”

They plodded on through the rain in silence, and while Dyce’s horse was nowhere to be found, Vilkas found the bundle of furs, not yet ruined by the rain. It was impossible to know exactly what time it was as the sun was hidden behind all the clouds, but the temperature was dropping; it was getting later.

“There’s a hunter’s camp near here in a cave,” Vilkas said.

“Mm.” They’d been talked out.

The cave was currently uninhabited, but the last occupant had thought to leave a pile of firewood, which given the current weather was very lucky indeed. Vilkas tended to his furs, laying them out to dry, while Dyce built up the fire. Vilkas had meat in his pack, and cooked up some venison. Dyce dug around in his pack and produced some potatoes that were only starting to grow and they baked them in the coals, passing the single bottle of mead they had between them back and forth.

When the fire started to die down, they didn’t say a word as they stripped off and crawled into Vilkas’s bedroll. They touched each other for a while, and they got hard, but it wasn’t about that. They both knew it was just an excuse, and shortly Vilkas draped an arm over Dyce’s shoulders and Dyce pressed his stubble against Vilkas’s chest and they went to sleep.

It wasn’t a night to be alone with the truth.

~~~

Dyce woke up slowly. Well, his brain did. Vilkas had his arms wrapped around him, and Dyce draped a leg over the Nord’s hip. He thought he was dreaming at first. One of those dreams that woke him frustrated and warm, but while he was definitely warm, there was nothing much frustrating about the situation he eventually woke to find himself in.

Still sleep-addled, Dyce ground himself against Vilkas’s stomach, and Vilkas’s cock was pressed against his thigh. Dyce groaned and opened his eyes, but there was nothing to see. The fire was out. Dyce opened his mouth and kissed Vilkas’s chest.

“Hmm.” He felt rather than heard the rumble in response. Uncertain as to Vilkas’s opinion on the whole thing, Dyce wriggled up along the Nord’s body, intending to talk to him when he woke up. Instead, when he tilted his head up Vilkas pressed his lips against Dyce’s mouth firmly but slightly off-center as they felt around each other in the dark.

“So do you still want to fuck some sense into me?” Vilkas asked, his voice still thick with sleep.

Dyce rocked his hips against him, “What do you think?”

He felt Vilkas raise his head. “It’s pretty cold out.”

“I’ll get the fire going,” Dyce offered, and to his disappointment Vilkas took him up on the offer. He huddled close to it as he built it up again, and the flames cast flickering shadows on the wall.

“Have you got anything to help?” Vilkas asked.

Dyce winked, “Never venture into the woods without it.”

Vilkas shook his head, “I don’t want to know.”