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Role Reversal 1.1/?

[(Anonymous)]

The sun had long since set over the cold land of Skyrim this evening, its disappearance behind the towering peaks seeming to come earlier than ever.

A fact that Nibenor; Bosmer, Dragonborn and Companion, was thoroughly unamused about. Like most of the elves in Skyrim, be they Dunmer, Bosmer or Altmer, he wasn’t a fan of cold weather. Especially when you were stuck out in it, with thick grey snow clouds overhead, threatening to spill their heavy loads.
“Why does this province have to be so cold all the time?” he grumbled, shuffling the small deer over his shoulders so that it covered more of them, its fading body heat just about making the temperature bearable.

Beside him, his shield brother and lover, Farkas, shrugged.

“It’s not that cold.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re a Nord, you’re built to suit this land. Me? I’m used to humidity, trees, sun.”

“You haven’t been in Valenwood for a long time now, Nib.”

“I know that. But that’s like pointing out to Athis he hasn’t been near Morrowind for a good while.”

“Yeah but Athis doesn’t complain about how cold it is.”

“Oh he does,” Nibenor muttered, stalking towards the distant light of Whiterun “just not to you.”

Farkas shook his head, choosing to remain silent on the subject.

When Nib started ranting about how cold it was, there wasn’t much that could stop him, save for getting him somewhere warm.
Or finding some other way to warm him up.

The usual activity of choice crossed Farkas’ mind and he smirked to himself, pondering over how plausible it would be to get the elf to consent out here. He glanced around, noticing a small copse in the distance.

They were a good way from Whiterun. The deer they had been stalking having moved far off when Farkas had accidently disturbed them. Nibenor had been determined to get one and so the hunt had led them miles off. There was little chance of them making it back to the city before tomorrow.

Farkas glanced up at the sky. It wouldn’t be long before it started snowing and he didn’t fancy getting caught on the open plains in a blizzard. If they did, they probably wouldn’t ever get to Whiterun, never mind tomorrow. Nibenor wouldn’t anyway.

“Nib!” his voice carried well to the elf and in return the other man stopped, turning back to his companion, looking irritated.

“What? I’d like to get home before that blizzard comes.”

“We won’t make it. We may as well take shelter. There’s a bunch of trees over there, they should give us enough cover.”
The wood elf glanced at the copse, looking unsure.

“I’ll freeze.”

Farkas smiled lightly, letting a warm hand land on the elf’s cool shoulder, the deer sliding off.

“I’ll keep you warm.”

Nibenor glanced back up at him and then, after a moment, nodded, conceding defeat.

They hurried across towards the trees in silence, they clouds letting the first few snowflakes fall just as they reached the makeshift shelter.

Nibenor panted, plopping himself down onto the ground, grateful that the carpet of pine needles was enough to soften it. The deer fell to the floor beside him. Farkas followed more slowly, wandering around the glade to collect firewood before brushing pine needles away to have somewhere to set it up. Within a few minutes there was a small campfire going and Nibenor shuffled closer to it, his slender form starting to tremble.

Farkas settled down beside him, wrapping an arm about the smaller man and pulling him into his lap. The wood elf nestled in instantly. Smiling, the Nord looked down at his partner. Nibenor was so small compared to himself that he fitted into his lap perfectly. When standing, the elf’s head only just reached his chest and the other Companions often joked that you could fit at least three Nibenors into one Farkas. A fact that the elf always pretended to be offended by. Really, he didn’t mind in the slightest. Farkas knew the elf loved their size difference, he got off on knowing how much bigger than him the Nord was. So did Farkas, for that matter, but he couldn’t help but feel some curiosity towards what the elf might think of some...role reversal.