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Skyrim Page 3 - "Either you're naked, or I'm drunk. Maybe both."

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For the first time, all the Companions were home but no songs of glory were sung, no mead was drank in merry, no good natured fights broke out and no laughter rang out in the night as they recalled stories of honor.

No… for the first time in many years Jorvashkr was silent.

The great mead hall was silent as the heavy rain pounded against the roof. The sheer silence that emitted from the hall made all the citizens in Whiterun on edge and nervous. Not a night had gone by where loud and boisterous noises couldn’t be heard from the old hall. Too hear it so silent…

It grew so disconcerting that a few of the citizens actually ventured towards Jorvashkr, wearing thick cloaks to shield themselves from the rain. However when they got the front doors they saw that the doors were open and no one could be seen in the main hall. However the citizens saw that there was a trail of watered down blood that led to the Skyforge. Following it they found all the Companions there.

None of the Companions had cloaks to keep the rain off their backs, letting the cold droplets ran down their bodies and saddened faces, dripping with war paint, as they surrounded the Skyforge. The oldest Companions, Kodlak, Gunnar and then the old forge master Eorlund were standing the closest. Gunnar and Eorlund were adding something to the Skyforge from small red dishes that made the fire glow a near white hot.

No one dared tread up more than half the steps, fearing to tread on the ritual though they had no clue to what they were doing.

“Bring the body forward” Someone said.

Farkas, the larger of the twins came forward holding a very large, strangely object wrapped in thick cloth and linen. Black tears rolled down his cheeks as his war paint dripped down in rivulets and he strode forward with the strange object. He sniffed miserably down at the thing as he handed it off to Gunnar. Gunnar took the object and carefully tossed into the fire.

Despite the harsh rain, the object caught fire immediately and started burning with a foul stench that was reminiscent of burning flesh, burnt alchemic ingredients and burning cloth.

“Today we commit this soul to Sovngarde” The voice was calm, deep and rich but colored with incredible sadness and age “His life has been filled with honor and glory in battle and we beg the Nine to commit him to the hall of the other great warriors and not the cursed realm of the cursed prince of the hunt”

The prayer was lost on the civilians, but as the fires consumed the body, all the Companions lowered their heads in lament.

~*~

Gunnar had only allowed himself a moment of sadness before he took the authority of a father.

He prepared Skjor’s body for cremation, informed Kodlak of the sad news, and helped Eorlund gather enough fire salts to get the fire hot enough to burn even with the rain. He even said the rites of passage for the old Companion during his cremation.

When the funeral was over he ushered everyone inside. While Kodlak and Eorlund warmed their old bones by the fires, Gunnar made sure that Alea, Farkas, Athis, Ria, Njada, Tovar and Vilkas all got dried and got to bed.

He sat with Alea as she sobbed and wailed miserably, wiping away remnants of her war paint from her face and stroking her back with each agonized scream. And when she had cried herself to sleep he tucked her in, doused the lights in her room and then went to check up on the whelps. While they weren’t nearly attached to Skjor as the older members they were still heart broken by the loss of one of their own and he sat with them for awhile, speaking calmly and soothingly until they went to bed before checking up on the twins.

Farkas and taken a bedroll and was in Vilkas’ room. The twins didn’t want to be alone, and it made it easier for the old warrior to find them both.

“There you are” He said as he entered Vilkas’ room.

The twins had already gotten ready for bed, but both were staring blankly up at the ceiling. Vilkas numbly sat up when Gunnar entered, a small part of him begging for that comfort that the older Nord could provide.

“Are you two alright?” He asked softly.

They both shook their heads.

Gunnar only nodded, expecting the answer, before going over and taking a seat on the ground between them.

He sighed deeply, unhappily, and just ran his fingers through his short and grey spotted hair. His face seemed to carry another ten years without showing it and his eyes an ocean of torment. And seeing him like that, Vilkas felt obliged to take a seat next to him and his brother.

“It’s… been a long night” Gunnar said after awhile.

Suddenly he slid an arm around each of the twins’ shoulders and pulled them in a bit. Vilkas let his head fall against the older Nord’s shoulders. He inhaled Gunnar’s natural scent and let it calm his agitated wolf.

Soon the knight found tears flowing down his face and sobs wracking his chest and then he felt the full force of Skjor’s lose hit him.

The old Companion had been part of his life for so long. He had been a friend and mentor and now he was dead because of a foolish mistake.

So the knight cried for his lost friend.

(alright… some sadness but Skjor’s death was sad ;__; Anyway I plan to finish this up before I hit post 50, so here I go!)

Beautiful chapter :)

So beautifully done. I always am sad that the companions don't have a funeral for Skjor in game. It was interesting to see Gunnar take his 'priest' personal back on.

I do wonder if at some point is Aela going to be unhappy with Gunnar commending Skjor's soul to Sovngarde rather than the hunting grounds?

When Vilkas roused himself fully awake from his strangely resting sleep, he was horrified to discover that he was in a rather... undignified position. Said position being curled up like a child against Gunnar's side, head lying atop the older Nord's chest. What was worse was that Gunnar had an arm slung around him like a father would a son, sleeping comfortably enough to be snoring loudly, chest rising in such a rhythmic pattern that Vilkas had no trouble using it as a pillow.

Not so strangely, Vilkas found the fatherliness rather appealing and as much as he wanted to deny it, his morning wood didn't. Gods damned he had a problem, namely the one current snoring softly and holding him close and he needed to get away from before said problem noticed that he was a problem. Gods, he didn't need to be teased anymore than usual.

The knight slowly, as not to disturb the old warrior, tried to sit up. But the arm slung around him was iron clad in strength and no matter how much Vilkas pushed he was kept against the older Nord's chest. And after several tries, Vilkas huffed in defeat and resigned himself to lying where he was and desperately hoping that Gunnar wouldn't notice the erection pressed against his hip or at least that the old warrior would have some sort of decency to not say anything.

Vilkas glanced over to where his brother was to see his twin lying next to the older Nord, using a thick arm as a pillow and sleep rather peacefully. Lucky bastard didn't even seem phased by the situation or the handsome man besides him. Did anything bother his slightly slow but loveable brother?

Gunnar muttered something before curling the arm around Vilkas and dragging the knight effortlessly on top of him much to Vilkas delight/horror, who yelped loud enough in surprise that Vilkas suddenly found himself eyes to eye with a wide awake Gunnar.

The older Nord blinked once and then opened his mouth

"...Morning pup" Gunnar said.

"...morning" Vilkas muttered. He could smell Gunnar's potent natural scent this close and it was far too enticing to be good.

"...I'm sure that this is my vault" Gunnar yawned before letting his arm relax, letting Vilkas roll off the man and move so that the older man wouldn't notice what his presence did to the knight.

Gunnar yawned again and then shifted his other occupied arm, rousing Farkas from his slumber.

"Rise and shine Farkas" Gunnar said rather cheerily.

Farkas mumbled sleepily and sat up, rubbing at the already smeared war paint on his face.

"Someone's rather chipper" He sleepily noted.

"Well, a long time ago someone told me a very great piece of advice" Gunnar said, scratching at his stubble.

"Mourn for the dead for a day before living the rest of your life head strong with their memory in your heart"

Gunnar smiled faintly

"Besides, I think there are some Silver Hand members that deserve a good ass kicking and I can't be depressed to do that"

“You’re going to take revenge against the Silver Hand?” Vilkas asked.

“I wouldn’t say revenge, just knocking them around until they realize that messing with the Companions isn’t healthy” Gunnar smirked brazenly.

“Revenge is never the way” Vilkas said seriously “The Silver Hand will just retaliate”

“Not if they don’t know what hit them” Gunnar smirked.

~*~

Vilkas grew concerned enough to venture an audience with Kodlak. And the old harbinger gladly made time to talk to him.

“What is it Vilkas” Kodlak ventured.

“I… I think Gunnar and a few others are going to seek revenge against the Silver Hand for Skjor’s death” Vilkas said gravely.

Kodlak sighed, showing no signs of shock from hearing this news. The old harbinger sighed deeply, like he knew this was going to happen before rubbing his temples.

“This is… grave news and can only lead to more death” Kodlak groaned.

“What are we going to do Kodlak?” Vilkas asked, concerned.

“I shall speak to Gunnar once he gets back, for now I shall talk to Alea” Kodlak rose to his feet, his old joints popping “But I would like to ask you a favor”

“Anything Harbinger”

“I want you to root out any of the others that also seek revenge and send them my way” Kodlak said

“We must root out this seed of hatred before it causes more grief”

(grrr writer's block...)

I get this feeling at Vilkas is going to damn near hate Gunnar when/if Kodlak dies now that he's warned Gunnar revenge only leads to more death.
He's probably going to blame Gunnar even more for Kodlak's death.
Either way super excited for the next update.
Also, will I be needing tissues at some point?

And that is precisly why I advocated that Kodlak NOT be killed.....Vilkas already has a daddy complex as it is why muddle the entire story up with killing his first and only true father figure? And with the fact that Gunnar is the one instigating retaliatory strikes against the silver hand and Vilkas knows this, I can't see any realistic relationship developing between the two if the Silver hand kills Kodlak. Vilkas will definitely blame anbd even begin to hate Gunnar if this happens. Just my two cents.... :-)

While I do agree with this in some part I would actually really love to see how the relationship would work.
I can actually see it as possible just very difficult

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