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From: (Anonymous)

When Derkeethus closed his front door and approached the group near his porch, emotions were high as he had expected. Hrefna was dwarfed by the dragons by now, yet she still walked freely among them, planting a kiss on each nose as she said her goodbyes.

“When I'm big, I'm going to come and see you,” she promised, resting both hands on Gaafyahzin's head. “Be safe, okay? Don't eat anything you shouldn't.” The dragon clicked appreciatively, nuzzling the child's stomach.

“You as well,” he agreed. “Become strong enough to fly on my back when I see you next.” Hrefna beamed, and kissed the top of his head once more before hurrying over to Finn.

“You visit us too!” she commanded, throwing her arms around the Breton's waist. “You're not leaving Skyrim, you have to come back and see us!” Finn laughed, scooping the girl into her arms.

“Of course, Hrefna, you'll see me again soon,” she promised. The girl then looked up at Ulfric, tilting her head a little. She had always been suspicious of the leader of the rebellion, but in person, he wasn't nearly as frightening as she had imagined. He was shorter, too.

“Thanks for taking care of them, Jarl Ulfric,” she finally said, bowing her head before moving towards Derkeethus. The Argonian looked among the group, unsure what to say.

“Do you have everything you need? I can make you some more food, it's a long trip,” he began. Finn shook her head, smiling warmly.

“Please, don't trouble yourself. You've given us more than enough.” She grinned, taking her friend by the arms. “What do you think, Derkeethus? It'll be nice to have some quiet in the house again, don't you think?” Derkeethus huffed, looking down at where the dragons were stretching out their large wings. He hadn't had much experience with hatchlings, but they certainly looked strong enough to fly across the continent.

“It'll take some getting used to,” he replied, shaking his head. “I'll miss the little brats, now that you've gone and gotten me used to having them around.” The Breton threw her arms around him, giving him a comforting squeeze and resting her head on his shoulder.

“Thank you for everything, Derkeethus. I owe you more than I can even begin to think of,” she murmured. Her friend returned the embrace.

“You don't owe me a thing, Finn. Travel safely, will you? I want to see you again soon.” Finn nodded, pulled away, and wiped her eyes.

“You will,” she assured him, turning to her family. “Is everybody ready?” She was met with a noisy chattering from her children and a wordless nod from Ulfric, and smiled broadly. “Okay. We've got a lot of walking to do, so you three are free to fly--”

“Fly as well, monah,” Inkahlok interrupted her, tucking in his wings. Sulpaazov approached her father in the same vein, offering her back to him. Ulfric's eyes widened as he watched Finn swing her leg over the dragon's broad neck.

“Are you certain you can carry me?” he asked Sulpaazov lowly, looking at the girl as she adjusted to her new steed. “If you get tired, let me off.”

“Geh, bormah. I can do it,” the dragon assured him.

“Inkahlok's done it before, don't worry!” Finn called over in agreement, her voice mixing in with the beating of leathery wings as Inkahlok and Gaafyahzin lifted from the ground. “They're strong enough!” Ulfric nodded once and climbed onto the remaining dragon's back, gripping tightly as he was taken away from solid land. Derkeethus and Hrefna, calling their goodbyes, grew smaller and smaller, as did Darkwater Crossing, until the three dragons and their parents were cutting through the cold air, wings beating as they moved towards the Throat of the World.

From: (Anonymous)

The air was freezing and the sun starting to set when the small family landed at the peak of the mountain. Paarthurnax had watched them circle above him without a word, and only spoke when Finn and Ulfric had dismounted and Ulfric had fallen face-first into the snow.

“I imagine you have never ridden a dovah before,” the elder dragon remarked, watching the man struggle back to his feet. “Give yourself time, we have plenty.” Finn smiled as she helped him to his feet, hoisting his arm around her shoulders.

“Your legs are asleep,” she added cheerfully. Their own dragons gathered around them, clicking curiously as they watched their bormah stumble towards the Word Wall.

“How do legs sleep?” Inkahlok asked. Before either human could reply, Paarthurnax spread his wings, landing on the ground in front of them.

“The speech of the julle will always confuse me as well. How do you fare, kiirre? We have a long journey ahead,” he said. Finn felt a familiar lump in her throat, and clasped her hands together as Gaafyahzin spoke.

“We are ready, Paarthurnax. Our monah has prepared us well.” Paarthurnax nodded slowly, humming as he observed the first tears falling from the Breton's eyes.

“You have prepared them well,” he agreed. “They will be safe, Dovahkiin. But I can understand why you mourn.” Finn nodded, unable to speak, and covered her face as Ulfric's arm tightened around her. The hatchlings turned back, hurrying to her and speaking at once as they nuzzled her legs.

“Monah, we will meet again!”

“Do not grieve for us, monah!”

“We will think of you, always!”

The force of their perceived affection soon knocked the two to the ground, and Finn couldn't help but laugh through her tears, embracing her hatchlings as they clambered over them.

“I know, kiirre brit, I know...gods, I am so proud of you all...my hunne...” she whispered. Ulfric smiled as well, reaching to stroke Gaafyahzin's back as he approached them.

“Our kiirre...” he echoed, unsure what more to say. “You will...be in my thoughts for the rest of my life.” There was silence for a moment, interrupted only by Finn's weak giggling and the clicking of the dragons, and Ulfric looked up to see Paarthurnax nodding his stoic approval.

“The journey will not take longer than two weeks,” he rumbled. “Return to this peak then, and I will tell you what happened, young parents.” Finn nodded, letting her hands drop away from the dragons at last and rising to her feet.

“I'll be here,” she promised, biting her lip. “...I'm ready, Paarthurnax.” The ancient dragon spread his wings and lifted himself from the ground, roaring once towards the sky.

“Then, kiirre, we depart. Join me, and we will greet Valenwood with the new day!” he announced. The dragons looked up in awe, before turning back to Finn, who was openly crying even as she spoke.

“Go on, my kiirre,” she agreed. “Bo. Fly.” The younger dragons took off as well, roaring as they circled the peak of the mountain before finding their place under Paarthurnax's wings. Finn and Ulfric stood in silence, huddling together for warmth and watching the group of dragons grow smaller, smaller...smaller. Their hands tightly holding, they both felt the same pride, knowing that there would be little issue on the trip to their new home. Surprisingly, there was no fear in the air.

“We should do this again,” Ulfric murmured musingly, looking off into the sky long after the four had disappeared from view. Finn leaned into his chest.

“We should find more baby dragons?”

“You should marry me,” the Jarl corrected, “and we could live this again with children of our own.” Finn rolled her eyes affectionately, tightening her grip on his hand as they looked off the edge of the mountain.

“I think I want to recover before I start pushing out kids,” she teased. “But marriage...that's in the cards, Ulfric Stormcloak. That's in the cards.”

The orange sky turned to blue before they stopped looking at the sky and started down the mountain once again.

A/N: Holy crap, I can't believe I finished this! It's been a really long time since I updated this, so a lot of the more regular readers are gone now, but if you stumble across this—thank you for the chance to write one of my favorite fills, and I hope you enjoyed! Cheers!