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Old scales 8/?
Date: 2013-01-31 10:40 pm (UTC)“Aye, I was a soldier in my youth” He said as both whelps and experienced Companions listened with adamant attention while Vilkas took a seat far away from everyone “And a damned good one at that”
“Was?” Athis asked as Gunnar gulped down a tankard of mead, his Adam’s apple bobbing with each swallow.
“Was” Gunnar sighed, wiping his chin with his forearm “Got… tired of it after awhile and took up something a bit quieter”
“What was that? Farming, hunting, husband?” Alea asked, batting her eyes innocently as Skjor glowered.
Damn, Alea was trying to snag the older Nord. She always had a thing for older men, if Skjor was anything to go by, and now it seemed the temptation of that finely aged man was too much to resist for her.
“No, I became a priest and spent my days praying and preaching” Gunnar said quite seriously.
“Which god?” Njada asked, also looking quite interested in the older man.
“I leave that to your imagination” He grinned at her, earning a girlishly smile and giggle from the otherwise brutal woman.
“What made you pick up your sword again?” Farkas asked.
“Well… I was on my way here when I was caught up in an Imperial ambush” He grimaced “They mistook me for a Stormcloak and sentenced me to death”
“You got away?” Alea asked, somewhat confused.
“Yeah… I was at Helgen” He finally admitted, throwing back another bottle of mead.
“You saw the dragon?!” Athis gaped.
Vilkas numbly listened to the flurry of questions thrown at Gunnar, not joining in on the almost fable like story he spun for everyone about the huge black dragon, fighting alongside the Stormcloaks and making his way to Riverwood and then a quest for a Golden Claw. He was just finishing up telling them about meeting Jarl Balgruuf when Kodlak joined them and started sending them all on jobs.
Gunnar got a job out at Riverwood, settling a dispute between two parties and Vilkas got a job cleaning a home out of skeevers in the Pale.
As Vilkas packed he realized that he felt conflicted. He wanted the older man but at the same time he didn’t want him. He wanted to know more and wanted to ignore him. He yearned and loathed at the same time and it drove him mad.
He resolved to ignore the man, because Vilkas didn’t even know if Gunnar liked other men the same way, and then left for the Pale.
(and with this post my exams are over YAY! So posts will be a bit quicker, but always remember that authors thrive off comments so leave me plently <3 )
Re: Old scales 8/?
Date: 2013-02-02 05:51 am (UTC)Re: Old scales 8/?
Date: 2013-02-02 09:00 pm (UTC)sorry for my poor English:)
can't wait for next chapter:D
Re: Old scales 8/? A!A here
Date: 2013-02-03 03:38 am (UTC)Alea was asking if he simply lived as a husband for a living, like the ordinary folk you find around in Skyrim, and trying to see if he was married.
Sorry for any confusion and I'm glad that you like the story <3
Re: Old scales 8/? A!A here
Date: 2013-02-03 11:04 am (UTC)Old scales 9/?
Date: 2013-02-03 03:33 am (UTC)Gunnar quickly became popular among the other Companions for his cheerful personality and his near supernatural strength with his greatsword. He finished jobs in record time and always made sure to pick up any job that became available no matter difficulty or pay.
The older Nord also became rather popular around Whiterun as he helped resident. He shut up that annoying bard at the tavern, found a lost sword, killed bothersome bandits and generally lent his hand whenever one was needed.
Vilkas tried to avoid him for sanity’s sake, unless the man came to him for a job but then he was strictly professional and generally avoided slobbering over him like Njada, Alea and even Ria seemed to do. Those three took every chance to talk him up and down and trail after him like pups. What was worse was that Gunnar seemed completely oblivious, smiling that heartwarming smile and talking in the friendliest of tones.
And as if their first match never happened, Gunnar chatted amicably with Vilkas and always came to him first for jobs. The older man didn’t even seem dissuaded by Vilkas’ gruff attitude and curt responses, and always took the job that was offered. He always got everything thrown at him done and came back smiling and as chatty and brass as ever.
Vilkas was hoping that his played distaste for the man would eventually turn him towards some other Companion, anything to make fate stop teasing him with the aged warrior, but fate would have none of it as the man persisted.
Fate was even crueler to offer incidents of temptations.
Such as the time Vilkas walked outside to find Gunnar stripped to the waist, his sun kissed muscles glistening with sweat and sparring with Farkas who was in a similar condition. They were sparring, taking light practice swings. Vilkas was hypnotized by the fluidness of the movement of the older man’s impressive muscles, and couldn’t help but stare. When the two finished, deciding on a even draw, Gunnar caught Vilkas staring and gave him a wide grin. Vilkas started and then quickly scowled… and then Gunnar yelled
“Ah come on! You know you want a piece of this!” And then stroked his muscular chest sensually.
Vilkas had to quickly run away to hide his blush.
The next incident was when he was forced to deliver the payment for a job to Gunnar. Apparently he had told Alea that he had done the job and then stumbled off to bed without it. She threatened to twist Vilkas’… personal bits off if he didn’t so he grudgingly agreed to first thing in the morning.
He went down to the whelp quarter, and found the door closed which should have been the first warning sign that something was wrong, but pushed it open anyway… and found Gunnar in nothing but his breechcloth. His hair was a mess, his good eye was still bleary from sleep and his broad jaw stubble with morning fuzz.
However, nothing could change the fact that the older man was practically naked right in front of him. Strong, long legs perfectly muscular, a few barely noticeable scars, bare sculpted chest and his muscular arms all on display for any person’s viewing pleasure.
“Morning pup” Gunnar had sleepily grumbled.
Vilkas had stared at him, completely oblivious to anything, until Gunnar loudly cleared his three times and finally managed to garner Vilkas’ attention. When the knight looked up to the older man’s face and not his godly body he was faced with a sleepy but sly smirk
“See something you like pup?” Gunnar smirked.
Vilkas tossed the coins at Gunnar and ran away, hearing Gunnar’s rich laugh following him all the way up stairs.
And then the incident that only lasted a short minute but still haunted Vilkas’ mind for weeks afterward.
Vilkas had walked outside and found Gunnar’s back to him and facing Athis and Tovar. Gunnar was fiddling with something on front of him while Athis and Tovar stared with adamant attention. The knight was about to ask what in the name of Oblivion they were doing when the rather loud sound of a buckle being undone and then Gunnar said
“See? Mine is bigger”
Athis and Tovar muttered something and Vilkas ran to get something for his bloody nose.
Then Fate proved herself quite the bitch when Skjor came to him the information on another piece of Wuuthrad and sending him with Farkas.
Re: Old scales 9/?
Date: 2013-02-03 11:21 am (UTC)Very good chapter, I was non-stop giggling while reading it :D
Re: Old scales 9/?
Date: 2013-02-03 05:25 pm (UTC)Old scales 10/?
Date: 2013-02-04 12:29 am (UTC)“He’s ready to become a full fledged member” Skjor said, obviously not happy about it “Kodlak, Alea and even myself think he’s ready for a test of honor”
“But with Farkas?” Vilkas protested, trying not to sound jealous.
“Because every whelp needs to be accompanied by a member of the circle when proving honor, Alea wouldn’t be able to concentrate around him, I don’t like him, Kodlak is too old and you’ve made it quite obvious that you can’t stand being in the same room as him for more than a moment” Skjor explained.
If only he knew
“Farkas has proven to be far better with people and let’s be real Vilkas, Gunnar is an experienced fighter and could probably do it on his own”
Vilkas only sighed, realizing that fighting with him would be useless and arouse suspicion about his actual thoughts of the older man.
“When do they go?”
“I’ll send them this afternoon after Gunnar finishes up with Njada”
“What?”
“He’s outside teaching her some hand to hand moves” Skjor explained “He’s actually a good teacher”
Vilkas thought for a moment and then went to watch.
~*~
“That’s it, keep your shoulders square” Gunnar grinned, effortlessly blocking all the hits Njada threw at him.
It seemed that every Companion and non-Companion was watching. Alea, Ria, Athis, Tovar, Vignar, Farkas and even Kodlak were watching from near the back entrance. Eorlund was watching from his forge, deciding to take a break to watch. A few citizens were watching off to the side, eyes glued to their beloved new comer as he faced against one of the lesser liked Companions.
“Don’t just rely on the strength of your arms” Gunnar said “You have to use speed and tactic”
Njada swung at him. Gunnar sidestepped and landed a light hit at her unguarded side. She grunted and stepped back quickly, holding up her arms in a more defensive position. She took a second to think and then stepped forward again, swinging at him again. Gunnar sidestepped but Njada immediately took a sidestep in the same direction, continuing her swing.
Then Gunnar swung his leg, sweeping Njada off her feet and sent her straight on her ass on the ground. She gaped up at him.
“And always remember that anything can happen in a fight” He smirked before offering a hand for her.
The crowd cheered, cheering Gunnar on despite it only being training. There were even more love struck eyes the usual and though Vilkas was one of them, he couldn’t help but think that Gunnar was more than likely old enough to be the father of most of them and couldn’t help but feel his lust the least be hampered by the fact. Fatherly or not, the man was just too damn hot!
“That was great!” Njada exclaimed… and then practically launched herself forward to steal a kiss from the older Nord’s lips. However her efforts were intercepted by said older Nord’s large and calloused hand.
“Now hold up girly” He chuckled, amused by her enthusiasm despite her usual tough demeanor.
“What?” She asked, thoroughly confused.
“What? Why were you about to kiss me dear? I was just trying to sharpen your skills?” He asked, still slightly amused but also genuinely confused.
“Ah come on old man” Njada grinned perversely “You can’t have NOT noticed how much every smart woman here just plainly wants a piece of you”
“But I already love someone else” He said.
~*~
Vilkas knocked back his forth drink, feeling the pleasant buzz at the back of his skull grow. Skjor came by and sat next to him, handing him another bottle before attacking a bottle of his own.
They sat drinking for a bit, both silent. Vilkas looked to a plastered Njada wailing at a disheartened Alea, working her way to the same condition. Ria didn’t seem that upset by the shocking news, but was still knocking them back as fast as Alea.
“So… they went” Skjor said, placing the now empty bottle next to Vilkas’.
“Aye” Vilkas slurred.
“They seem upset” Skjor noted.
“Aye”
“…So, who do you think it is?”
“Who?”
“The one he’s got moony eyes for”
Vilkas drank his mead.
He wanted to kill whoever was the person Gunnar wanted. He wanted to know who it was to want to know what attracted him, what was he missing to get the older man he so much wanted. But he wasn't quite drunk enough to admit that.
Re: Old scales 10/?
Date: 2013-02-04 01:17 am (UTC)Re: Old scales 10/?
Date: 2013-02-05 02:55 am (UTC)Re: Old scales 10/?
Date: 2013-02-05 04:51 am (UTC)(Also, I totally bet it's Vilkas that Gunnar fancies. Oh yeah.)
Any chance that you could post the next installment back over there <--- (under installment 1)? Each comment is getting narrower and narrower and it's really hard to read the story on my phone!
Re: Old scales 9/?
Date: 2013-02-04 01:25 am (UTC)Athis and Tovar muttered something and Vilkas ran to get something for his bloody nose.
I snorted. LIterally. I <3 this.