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"Something Like Parents" 2/?
Date: 2012-08-04 02:56 am (UTC)“Welcome back, Thane Finn. That's quite the package you have there,” one guard observed, leaning back on the wall as the Breton smiled cheerfully at him.
“Well, you know. Spoils from fights and all. What'd I miss?”
“We had a brawl up at Candlehearth. Haven't seen one of those in a while,” the second guard chimed in, listening closely. He could have sworn he had just heard a distinctive thump from inside the crate, but it hadn't sounded again, and the Thane was suddenly speaking particularly loudly.
“No kidding! Anyway, I need to go see the Jarl, so I'll leave you to your duties. Have fun!”
Once she was through the gates, Finn felt the pressure in her chest lighten again, and sighed with relief. The dragons were getting restless. She was just surprised they hadn't burned a hole through the crate yet. Trying to ignore the curious looks from passersby, she hurried to the palace, hoping she hadn't come all this way just to find out he was on another one of his trips to Solitude.
Thankfully, Ulfric Stormcloak was on his throne and consulting his steward when she arrived, crate and all. His lips turned up in a rare smile at her disheveled state, and he rose, coming down to greet her.
“What brings you here, Thane Finn?” he asked, his focus more on the crate. Finn glanced over at the steward, then leaned forward a little.
“I need to talk to you in private,” she whispered. Ulfric nodded, an eyebrow raised, then turned back to the steward in question.
“If we receive visitors, tell them I will only be a moment. Hopefully.” As Jarl and Thane vanished into the privacy of his quarters, the Nord looked down at her, this time openly tapping on the crate. “What is this, Finn?”
“This is what I need to talk to you about. I found...something...while I was out today.” She placed the box on the floor of Ulfric's bedroom and proceeded to pry the lid open, revealing its live, squirming contents. For the first time since meeting him, she saw her Jarl's jaw drop.
“By the gods<\i>, Finn, you brought dragon hatchlings into Windhelm?!” The Breton raised a hand to quiet him, looking at him pleadingly.
“I'm sorry! But their mother was dead and I didn't know who to go to, and you know the language so I thought maybe--”
“Why me, then? You speak to the Greybeards! Why wouldn't you take them up there, instead?”
“I...actually didn't even think of that,” Finn admitted, blushing a little. “Okay, you got me. But please, no matter what I do, you need to help me!” Before she could resort to grovelling, the most social of the three babies climbed out of the crate, its eyes set firmly on Ulfric.
“Bormah!”
“I am nobody's bormah!” Ulfric complained, indignant. Finn stifled a giggle, tilting the crate so that the other two could climb out as well and approach the Nord. “Finn!”
“They like you,” she teased him lightly, sitting cross-legged to watch the interactions. “I couldn't help it. They're a bit...cute, aren't they?”
“'Cute'?” Ulfric echoed, amazed. “They're dragons.” As he continued to lecture her, Finn frowned, the idea suddenly hitting her full force.
“Dragons,” she repeated, nodding. “I need to take them to Paarthurnax.” The name surprised even Ulfric, who looked up at her in disbelief.
“You speak to--” he began, only to go silent. Of course she spoke to him. She was Dragonborn, after all. “Very well. Take them to the Throat of the World.” He had only just moved to stand when Finn leveled him with a hopeful look.
“Will you come with me, my Jarl?” she asked, knowing that the formality might just be enough to convince him. He scoffed, picking up a dragon gingerly and returning it to its box.
“You should know better than that, Finn,” he pointed out, catching onto her game immediately. “Still...yes, I will come with you.”
Re: "Something Like Parents" 2/? (a!anon)
Date: 2012-08-04 02:57 am (UTC)Still, I hope you like it, OP. Next part will be up soon, hopefully without italics!
Re: "Something Like Parents" 2/? (a!anon)
Date: 2012-08-04 04:24 pm (UTC)Re: "Something Like Parents" 2/? (a!anon)
Date: 2012-08-05 06:58 am (UTC)I squeed. Really.
And Paarthurnax + 3 clumsy, cute baby dragons, all with a little Ulfric and an amusing DB? Sounds like a good time.
I wonder what Alduin would do if he knew.
Re: "Something Like Parents" 2/? (a!anon)
Date: 2012-08-06 10:40 pm (UTC)Re: "Something Like Parents" 2/? - OP
Date: 2012-08-04 11:46 pm (UTC)A!A, this is perfect in every possible way and I love it to little itty bitty pieces. Please excuse me while I shamelessly fangirl over both you AND the fill. <3
"Something Like Parents" 3/?
Date: 2012-08-07 02:00 am (UTC)“I haven't made this climb in years,” he reminisced now as they set off again, the cold winds starting to batter them and hinting that they were getting closer to the top. “Decades, even. I imagine the Greybeards have hardly changed, no matter how long it's been. I wonder...” He trailed off, and Finn glanced up at him, though he had his back to her. From what she had heard, his training with the Greybeards hadn't ended on the friendliest of notes, and his voice had taken on a more nostalgic, even wistful tone. It wasn't like him. She frowned a little, watching for something that would give away his emotions for once, but he simply drew his blade again, his eyes on a pair of Frostbite spiders just ahead.
“Norok bormah,” one of the hatchlings remarked from atop Finn's head. The Breton had to pause again, the language still not entirely fluid in her mind.
“Geh, rinik krilot,” she eventually came up with. “Nuz voth pogaas rahgol--”
“You realize I know what you're saying, Finn,” Ulfric called over his shoulder, starting up the mountain once more. Finn smiled to herself, hurrying to catch up with him while balancing the dragons.
“I'm just entertaining them, you know,” she remarked. “I didn't see you talking to them when it was your turn.”
The Throat of the World was bitterly cold, and the winds were enough to stagger the little band of travelers. A quick Clear Skies shout fixed this right up, leaving Finn to take a better look around.
“Paarthurnax?” she called out, her gaze up at the sky. His perch was empty, and there was no responding roar... “...Damn it.” Of course. He had warned her that he'd be moving around a bit these days, and that he wouldn't be able to tell her when he would and wouldn't be at his regular spot atop the mountain. She hadn't considered that when the idea had come to her, naturally. Her feet quite literally throbbing with pain, she took a seat on a nearby rock, letting the hatchlings dart around on the ground as she let herself pout for a moment. For lack of a better idea, Ulfric took a seat beside her, watching her despair silently.
“...You're ridiculous,” he said bluntly. Finn nodded silently, watching the closest dragon emit a slight puff of frost from its throat before looking confusedly back up at her. “If you insist on keeping this up, I'll take you to the Greybeards.” He regretted it instantly-- the Greybeards would be less than pleased to see him after all this time-- but the Breton's face instantly lit up, and she unwittingly threw her arms around the Jarl of Windhelm and victor of Skyrim's civil war.
“You're nicer than you let on!” Finn said triumphantly, beaming. Of course, she did blush when she realized what she was doing, but simply pulled away and grinned nonchalantly, standing again and looking down at the dragons. “Tiid wah daal, dovahkiir!” As they started off again, Ulfric forced himself to stand once more, humming thoughtfully in response to their interaction.
She had an outstanding grasp on the language, he thought decisively.
Re: "Something Like Parents" 3/?
Date: 2012-08-07 08:22 am (UTC)It should be "Bormahu Norok" (Our father [is] fierce[est]!), not Norok Bormah (Fierce[est] Father)
OH! And it should be Dovahkirre, not Dovahkiir (the extra Re indicates plural).
I only say this because I've filled a couple of prompts that wanted dragon language as a large part and my Inner grammarian demanded I learn the language as perfectly as I could.
Other than that, Great (and correct) usage of the Dov-Tinvaak. And Cute fill, as well!
Re: "Something Like Parents" 3/?
Date: 2012-08-08 01:30 am (UTC)Re: "Something Like Parents" 3/?
Date: 2012-08-11 07:24 pm (UTC)Re: "Something Like Parents" 3/? - OP
Date: 2012-08-10 11:24 pm (UTC)Re: "Something Like Parents" 3/? - OP
Date: 2012-08-14 06:03 am (UTC)This is so cute! Please continue A!A!!!
"Something Like Parents" 4/?
Date: 2012-08-22 10:31 pm (UTC)“I need to go inside,” she told her companion, wringing her hands a little. “Would you...wait out here, with these ones?”
“That would probably be best,” the Jarl agreed, taking a seat on the cold stone steps. Finn smiled now, almost sadly, and gave him one more look before vanishing through the large doors. In the silence that she left behind, he looked down at the dragons, watching them fall over each other in their play. For whatever reason, Finn's complaint about his lack of talking came to mind, and the words he remembered so well followed.
“Drem yol lok, dovahkirre,” he offered. The hatchlings looked amongst themselves for a moment, before the most outgoing of the three approached him slowly, a glint in its small eyes.
“Drem yol lok, bormah. Monah los gut?”
“Niid,” Ulfric insisted, pointing back at the fortress behind them. “Monah los tinvaak voth Faal Onik Muz.” The hatchling seemed satisfied with this, and took a seat on the step beside him. The Jarl sighed a little, holding out a hand tentatively and watching as the dragon eyed it just as curiously. Maybe Finn wasn't entirely crazy for finding these little beasts endearing...or maybe he was just as crazy.
Before he could think about it more, a set of small teeth clamped down on his finger.
“Master Arngeir,” Finn greeted the elderly man as she approached his favorite stone chair. The Greybeard looked up from his book, nodding his own greeting as the Breton came out of the shadows.
“What brings you here, Dovahkiin?” he asked, closing the book gently. Finn sighed, not even sure where to begin.
“I may as well just put it simply,” she decided aloud. “I came across a dead dragon on my travels, as well as three live hatchlings. I've...taken them in, it's safe to say. I've come to ask for help.” Arngeir raised an eyebrow, rising from his chair.
“You plan to raise dragons?” he echoed, frowning. “I have seen this tried by some in the past, but few dare to even spare a young dragon their blade, let alone adopt them.” He paused, turning away and thinking for a moment. “Where are these hatchlings?”
“Outside,” Finn replied, deciding that it would be best to keep Ulfric's identity quiet for the time being. Arngeir shook his head, sighing.
“Hm. Dovahkiin, I have never doubted the quality of your character. You have a strong heart, that much is more than clear. But to try and take on such a task would have you struggling more than you can imagine. I'd recommend taking them to Paarthurnax, but we have already sensed that he is...away. With that in mind, Odahviing may be considered as an option, now that he has sworn his loyalty to you.” Finn bowed her head, her fists clenched at her sides as she let the words sink in.
“I...I have nothing but respect for your advice, Master Arngeir,” she replied, a sharp undertone to her voice, “but I know that I can do this. I have all the help I need, as a matter of fact.” When the Greybeard remained silent, she turned away, trying to make her small frame larger as she walked away again. “That's all, then.”
“Gods be with you, Dovahkiin,” she heard him murmur to her back.
Re: "Something Like Parents" 4/?
Date: 2012-08-23 12:38 am (UTC)Re: "Something Like Parents" 4/?
Date: 2012-08-23 05:56 pm (UTC)Not so endearing any more, are they? I hope he didn't lose the finger!
Should I be worried that I didn't need to go look up the dragon language? Probably.
"Something Like Parents" 5/?
Date: 2012-08-24 12:36 am (UTC)When Finn began down the steps again, she found herself watching Ulfric Stormcloak hopping around on one foot. She blinked, rubbing her eyes, and smiled broadly as their hatchlings nipped playfully at his other ankle. This was the Jarl of Windhelm, the possible High King of Skyrim, and here he was, jumping around like a child and actually smiling for once. Finn stayed put for a few moments, enchanted by the sight until the dragons caught sight of her and half-flew to her side, calling for her in their high, raspy voices.
“Drem yol lok!” she said cheerfully, crouching to scoop them up as Ulfric followed behind, straightening out his coat. “I knew you'd like them.”
“Hm,” he replied dismissively, his focus intently on the wall behind her. “What did the Greybeards have to say?”
“Exactly what I thought they would. We should get going, if we want to get off this mountain before sunset.” As she traipsed off through the snow again, she grinned over her shoulder. “I hope you have a bit of extra space in that palace of yours!” Ulfric sighed, following close behind and watching the hatchlings warily.
“What am I going to do with you...?”
Ulfric still couldn't believe that he had actually been convinced to set a room aside in his own palace for three fire-breathing dragons. Yet here he was, tossing a few old blankets from the stables over a pile of hay and trying to ignore Finn's distaste for it.
“The Jarl doesn't have anything better than that?” she complained, patting the blankets. “They're rough! I hear this place is full of furs.”
“Furs are expensive, Finn,” Ulfric shot back, laying a palm on the shorter girl's head. “If you want them to have furs, use the ones from your bed.” The Breton shrugged, taking a seat and pulling the nearest dragon up into her lap. Now that she had become an impromptu mother, she was planning on staying in Windhelm, which meant she would be making use of that warm guest room she liked so much. She hated to admit it, but he was right.
“We should name them,” she said, willing to change the subject. Ulfric allowed himself a small smile, holding out his hand to her instead.
“What we should do is sleep. You look especially exhausted,” he informed her, helping her to her feet. Finn nodded in agreement, reluctant all the same, and looked down at the three dragons.
“I just hope they don't get nervous during the night. Gods know what they'll do,” she sighed. “Pruzah vulon, dovahkirre.” Once they had locked the door, she looked almost worriedly up at her Jarl. “Well...good night.” Ulfric's lips tightened a bit at her response, and he laid a hand on her shoulder, hoping to silence her fears.
“It's going to be fine. You know that,” he said, surprisingly soothingly. Finn smiled weakly, nodding.
“I hope so.” On that note, she wriggled out from his grasp and breezed by, vanishing up the stairs and leaving the Stormcloak to think in her wake.
Re: "Something Like Parents" 5/? - OP
Date: 2012-08-28 02:25 am (UTC)can't wait to see what happens next!! :3
"Something Like Parents" 6/?
Date: 2012-09-14 10:30 pm (UTC)“...Good morning,” the Jarl said, his eyes widening as the largest of the three ripped an entire leg off of the goat and swallowed it whole. Finn smiled up at him, pointing down as they continued to feast ravenously.
“Good morning! I can only imagine how hungry these ones are. We didn't feed them last night,” she observed, taking a seat on the floor and watching them continue to make work of the roast. Ulfric approached cautiously, opting to stand behind the Breton instead, and crossed his arms.
“Finn, what do you expect to do with these dragons?” he asked. The question had been eating at him since she had arrived with that damn crate, but the time never had seemed quite right to ask. The Dragonborn seemed to have no problem answering it, however.
“Hm? Well, I'm going to train them. Since they're young, I figure I can probably give them commands the way one would with a dog or a horse. But I also want to teach them Common. Paarthurnax speaks it, so it's not impossible,” she added, noting her Jarl's skeptical expression. “And then, most importantly...I want to name them!”
“Name them?” Ulfric echoed, suppressing an eyeroll. Leave it to Finn to have her priorities so skewed. Nonetheless, she stood again, grabbing a second roasted goat and tossing it to the hatchlings, who continued to eat as if they had never done so before.
“Yes, Ulfric. We can't just call them Dragon One, Two and Three, can we?” Before Ulfric could reply, she pointed at the slightly lighter of the three, who was gnawing on the back of the goat. “That one's female, so I was thinking something a bit more peaceful than her brothers. I came up with 'Sulpaazov'-- Sun, Fair, Trust. What do you think?” Ulfric frowned, giving Sulpaazov another dubious look.
“How do you know their genders?” he asked, honestly confused by the entire matter. Finn shrugged, gesturing at the smaller horns that adorned the dragon's head.
“Female dragons have smaller horns, and more of them,” she explained, before pointing at the remaining two. “Do you have any ideas, by chance?” Ulfric would never want to admit it, of course, but his focus was on the largest of the group, the more sociable, and the reason his fingers were bandaged at the very moment. He knelt beside him, laying a hand on a scaly back and earning a curious look from the hatchling before he looked up at Finn again.
“Inkahlok,” he said simply, gesturing at the hatchling. “Master, Pride, Sky.” The Breton blinked, surprised, but only beamed with delight.
“You wanted to do this, didn't you?” she said excitedly, reaching down to pat the dragon as well. “Inkahlok. Fine by me.” They turned in unison to the only unnamed of the three, a smaller, shyer male who had taken a large chunk of meat as his own. “What about him?” She took a seat again, scooping the hatchling into her arms and holding him up to look at him. “I think he's honorable. We should have honor in the name.”
“If that's what you think,” Ulfric replied, squinting a little to look for the honor in the dragon's face. “Do you know what Gaafyahzin means, Finn?” The Breton looked up at him, a smile dawning on her face.
“Ghost, Seek, Honor,” she recited slowly, letting each syllable roll off her tongue in both languages. “Gaafyahzin. I like it.” She stood again, leaving Gaafyahzin to his meal and looking proudly up at her Jarl. “You're good at this, bormah.”
“Oh, quiet,” Ulfric said, fighting a smile as he looked down at the hatchlings again. “Finn?”
“Hm?”
“You realize you have to teach them their names now, right?” His thane looked down as well, crossing her arms and biting her lip as she considered this.
“...Damn it.” Now her companion smiled openly, raising an eyebrow at her.
“I'm sure you can handle it...monah-se-dovahhe.”
Re: "Something Like Parents" 6/?
Date: 2012-09-15 01:20 am (UTC)Oh gods, update soon!
Re: "Something Like Parents" 6/?
Date: 2012-09-19 10:44 pm (UTC)Re: "Something Like Parents" 6/? - OP
Date: 2012-09-20 01:11 am (UTC)Re: "Something Like Parents" 7/?
Date: 2012-10-09 02:18 am (UTC)Ulfric looked up from his throne, raising an eyebrow at his steward. Jorleif had been stubbornly silent for a while now, his brow furrowed as if something was troubling him, but it wasn't too often that he expressed his problems to his employer as openly as he was about to.
“Yes?” the Jarl asked, his deep voice almost frightening Jorleif back into silence. No, no, he had come this far...
“I've been hearing some...strange things from inside the storage room as of late.” To his surprise, Ulfric sat up straighter, the look in his eyes changing instantly as he continued on. “It started around the same time Thane Finn returned from...wherever she disappears to. When she came back with that crate?” Ulfric nodded wordlessly, looking back down and thinking quickly as Jorleif continued. “My Jarl, if she's brought something back, it's in everyone's best interest that you don't hide it. She's--”
“Don't worry about it, Jorleif,” Ulfric interrupted, raising a hand to silence him. “Finn knows what she's doing, and so do I. If trouble arises, you will be the first to know. Trust me.” With that, he stood, moving down the steps from his throne and towards the living quarters. “Is that all, then?”
“...Yes, my Jarl,” Jorleif answered reluctantly, lips tightening as he watched Ulfric disappear through the adjacent doorway. Something about his behavior recently just didn't sit right with him. And knowing that Breton was the one with such a hold over him just made things stranger.
“Gaafyahzin, drem! Him zeymahu ni hokoron!”
As Ulfric ascended to the second floor of the palace, he frowned at the sound of Finn's scolding voice. Turning the corner into the hallway, he found his Thane holding the smallest of the hatchlings up to her as Sulpaazov sulked at her ankles. His heart catching a bit, he stormed forward quickly enough to send the three into a frenzy again, much to Finn's dismay.
“I was trying to scold!” she complained, scooping Inkahlok into her other arm to stop him from flying off and hitting a wall again. “What's wrong?”
“What are you doing?!” Ulfric hissed, gesturing down the hall. “Anyone could come up here and see this! Be careful!”
“You said I could train them here,” Finn pointed out, suddenly deadpan. Ulfric knew from the look on her face that she was ready to go on the defensive, but Jorleif's warning rang fresh in his ears, and he settled for arguing.
“I said you could train them in the spare room! Hide them again, now!” he ordered her, earning a reproachful look.
“You also said you'd help!” she shot back now, hugging the dragons to her chest. Three sets of eyes were searching the two humans, as if trying to figure out why they were suddenly so loud with each other. “What have you been doing?!”
“Running the city, Finn. That's a priority of mine, you realize?!”
“I understand that, but...taking care of dragons isn't easy, Ulfric! J-just a little help would be--” She paused, realizing that her voice was shaking, and huffed furiously, turning away. “Fine.” She stormed off, her hatchlings in tow, and the Jarl felt suddenly uneasy.
“Where are you going?” he called after her.
“I'm taking them out to train in the woods! Is that too much as well?! Oaf,” she added irritably, returning with the crate in her arms and breezing past him sullenly. As she darted down the stairs, nimble even with the wait, Ulfric sighed, suppressing an eyeroll and watching her go.
“So stubborn,” he muttered, shaking his head. “Truly.”
Re: "Something Like Parents" 7/?
Date: 2012-10-10 06:29 pm (UTC)Re: "Something Like Parents" 7/? - op
Date: 2012-10-16 08:49 am (UTC)Re: "Something Like Parents" 8/?
Date: 2012-10-18 11:43 pm (UTC)“What happened?!” he asked worriedly, all anger from before gone. Finn wiped her eyes and bowed her head, only to start crying all over again, and gestured at the crate between them.
“Inkahlok...” she sobbed, hugging herself for comfort. “H-he got so excited to be outdoors again, and he ran off...he can't even fly yet, but I lost him! I couldn't find him anywhere!” She ended on a wail, falling to her knees beside the crate and hiding her face. His mouth dry as he remembered the lively dragon he secretly liked so much, Ulfric crouched in front of her, taking a hold of her shoulders.
“Shh,” he soothed, helping her to her feet again and hoisting the crate up. “Don't cry. Here's what I'll do for you.” He handed the box back to its rightful owner, watching Finn's tearful eyes flash with confusion. “Take them back to their room, and wait for me there. I'll go find Inkahlok, and I won't come back until I do.”
“...Huh?” Finn frowned, not entirely sure she had heard right. Ulfric motioned at the stairwell simply, already fastening his cloak around his shoulders.
“You heard me. Go to the spare room with these two and wait. I'll bring him back, you have my word.” Before the Breton could reply, he swept from the room, leaving her to process it all.
“...Het. Come on,” she murmured, gesturing for the remaining two to follow her as she half-stumbled up the stairs.
Ulfric could see his breath rising in the freezing air as he wandered through the woods, arms crossed and his cloak loose on his shoulders. He couldn't help but wonder if Inkahlok was accustomed to the cold yet, if he was uncomfortable in the face of such weather, and shook his head irritably.
“He's fine,” he muttered to himself, before stopping in his tracks, wondering. Finn had been teaching them their names, which means that Shout would work, in theory...clearing his throat, he raised his voice, and for the first time since the end of the war, the Thu'um returned to him.
“In! Kah! Lok!”
The words were accompanied by a burst of power, and for a moment, the cold air seemed to tremble. But then, the silence returned, and Ulfric groaned, trekking forward again. In the distance, he could hear the menacing chatter of Skeevers, along with a high, hoarse voice...
Wait.
“Bormah! Bormah, het, het!” That was all the invitation the Jarl needed to hurry after the sound, soon hearing the scratching of claws as the hatchling fought viciously against a small pack of Skeevers. Ulfric drew his sword as well, cutting the vermin down in a few quick slices, then knelt beside the dragon as it observed the now dead creatures.
“Dilon hokoron...” he purred, pleased, before returning his beady gaze to Ulfric. “Drem yol lok, bormah.”
“Kos hiu ni krah, dovahkiir?” Ulfric inquired, scooping the hatchling into his arms and starting back again. Inkahlok curled up against his chest, watching the dark scenery as they started back towards the city.
“Aam...Daar su'umu iiz,” he remarked, letting a puff of air float up from his nose. “Mu daal nu?”
“Geh,” Ulfric affirmed with a nod, before trying his luck with the hatchling. “'Home,' Inkahlok. Mu daal 'home.'” Inkahlok frowned at the Common word, looking suspiciously up at the Nord for a moment.
“...Home.”
When he pushed the door to the spare room open, he found Finn curled up in the rough blankets, an arm draped over Sulpaazov while Gaafyahzin slept by her stomach. Inkahlok squirmed from Ulfric's grasp, eager to return to his siblings, and the Jarl crouched beside the sleeping Breton.
“You are a perfect fool,” he grumbled, scooping her light body off of the floor and carrying her from the room.
He wasn't sure what inspired him to take her to his bed instead of her own. At three in the morning, he could safely say his only intention was to sleep, but having Finn in the bed beside him, fast asleep and warming him as he looked up at the ceiling, was more comforting than he would have ever guessed. He leaned over to ruffle her hair, allowing himself a smile as he dozed off.
“Mother of dragons...” he murmured simply.
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