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Old Scales 24/?
Date: 2013-02-18 02:32 am (UTC)Vilkas first grabbed a few light things to eat from the kitchen, quickly wolfing them down before going outside. He was going outside to train, to get his mind straight or at least off Gunnar. He’d likely stay out there for a few hours before going and taking a few jobs within the hold so he could return to his own bed that night so he could try his damned best not to dream or fantasize about that old warrior.
He opened the back doors, surprised to see Gunnar was sitting at one of the tables just outside. He was reading through a book, occasionally flipping a page.
Vilkas gathered what bravery he had left and went over to the old man’s side.
“Morning” He greeted.
“Huh?” Gunnar looked up at the knight standing next to him, one eye bleary with sleeplessness “Oh, Oh! Morning pup!” His grin had to be the brightest and most beautiful thing in Nirn.
“Have you been reading out here all night?” Vilkas asked.
“It appears so” Gunnar sighed, rubbing his eye and setting the book.
Vilkas took a seat next to Gunnar and glanced at the book. It was a known book on shields, and Vilkas wondered why the man would be reading such as thing.
“So pup, why are you up so early?” Gunnar asked.
“I wanted to train” Vilkas said.
“I thought we were going out and adventuring today” Gunnar teased.
“…I didn’t… I thought you would be mad at me… about last night”
“Nah! You were worried about these old bones” Gunnar grinned “And I love you all the more for it”
Vilkas’ face burned a bright red, which made the older Nord laugh hard and loud.
“I kid pup, but if it makes you feel better I don’t think I’ll be taking the blood” Gunnar smiled “Too much trouble for my simple soul”
Vilkas couldn’t help but let out a relieved sigh. So he wouldn’t have to worry about one more soul signing itself away to Hircine. And even if he would be cursed to be a glorified hunting dog, at least Gunnar would be here he would be belonged, with all the other great warriors.
“Though, now I’m trying to look for a cure with Kodlak” Gunnar smirked.
“A cure? Is it possible?” Vilkas asked.
“Not sure, we’re looking into a few things right now so we can’t say for sure” Gunnar sighed “But we’re trying”
“To be cured… that would be amazing” Vilkas breathed.
“Then I’ll make sure to find it, just for you pup” Gunnar teased, winking at the knight.
He scratched at his stubble covered jaw and then along the scar over his bad eye.
“…Can I ask what happened to your eye?” Vilkas asked, trying to keep blood from going where it wasn’t supposed to.
Gunnar chuckled, rubbing the prominent scar.
“I was hoping to avoid this…” He chuckled nervously.
“What’s wrong?”
“I lost my eye to a werewolf” Gunnar grinned.
“…oh” Vilkas said.
“Don’t worry, it was when I was younger then you” Gunnar smiled.
“And how old are you?” Vilkas smirked.
“Now now, no need to go down that road” Gunnar laughed.
They laughed together, until the sun finally rose and Whiterun finally arose for the day. And when Kodlak came outside, looking for the two, they were chatting amicably.
“Good morning to you two” Kodlak smiled.
“Morning Harbinger” Vilkas greeted.
“Morning my fellow old man” Gunnar grinned.
“Off adventuring for the day, or are you willing to take a few jobs for me?” Kodlak asked.
“We can take a few jobs” Gunnar said “What’cha got?”
“We’ve got two near Windhelm that both require two Companions, willing to take them?”
“Absolutely” Gunnar grinned before turning to Vilkas “Better pack pup, it’s going to take a few days back and forth”
“Right, you better be ready to go when I am” Vilkas smiled before getting up and leaving to pack, leaving the Harbinger and the old warrior.
“So, what do you think about my problem?” Gunnar asked.
“About you liking him?” Kodlak asked “Like I said, here in Skyrim we accept all kinds of love, however Vilkas isn’t one for talking out his problems and feelings, so I have no clue if he’s interested in you”
“Damn, well I’ll keep pressing him until he spills” Gunnar sighed before getting up and getting ready to leave.
(*evil laugh*)
Re: Old Scales 24/?
Date: 2013-02-18 06:13 am (UTC)Old Scales 25/?
Date: 2013-02-19 03:01 am (UTC)First he attacked a group of Thalmor, freeing a prisoner they had with them. Then along the same road they were attacked by a group of vampires. Both times Gunnar went in laughing and swinging his sword about and then picking through the bodies afterward for any loot.
“You encounter vampires often?” Vilkas ventured after Gunnar had pulled a sizable ruby from the pocket of one.
“Recently yes, but I haven’t gotten around to help those vampire hunters near Riften, so I haven’t been killing a lot”
“And do you always try to kill Thalmor squads?”
“When I can” Gunnar said, taking some of the dust coming out of one of the vampires’ wounds to stick in a small bag and then put in his pocket.
“Any other outlandish stunts I should know about?” Vilkas sighed.
“Hmm… I pick on Giants”
“Oh sweet mother of the Nine”
To top things off, there were also strange encounters. Like the time they were walking along a road, talking about some past war stories. Gunnar had quite a few, and while they were actually mundane, it was still interesting to learn about the man’s history.
And while Gunnar was detailing out an attack he had fought against an enemy fort when out of nowhere, a mammoth dropped out of the sky and hit the ground, dead.
“Well” Gunnar said, looking down at the feet he had almost lost “That would be the third time since I got here”
“…This has happened before?” Vilkas asked.
“Yes actually” Gunnar grinned.
“…Want help cutting out the tusks?” Vilkas sighed.
And then there was the incident where they watched a group of Imperials fight a Giant and a strange occurrence happened. As they sat watching, the Giant slammed his misshapen club down onto the ground and then one of the soldiers went flying upwards, straight up into the air.
“Huh” They said before moving on.
Other than that there was little of incident, but it still made Vilkas wonder if the older Nord was really cursed or just had that rotten of luck.
At least the bitterly cold winds of Windhelm seemed to sweep away all the strange oddities, and as they approached the memories were forgotten.
“Have you ever been to Windhelm pup?” Gunnar asked as they approached the main gate.
“Never inside the city itself, but I’ve been to one of the farms” Vilkas said.
“Oh! So I can treat you to an old friend after this is all done” Gunnar grinned, his smile mischievous.
The job was first to get rid of a skeever infestation in the alchemy shop, The White Phial. It was easy, though the shock of it had done a number on old shop keep’s poor health. Gunnar took a few extra moments to help calm the old man down and then help him into bed, much to the relived delight of the much younger assistant.
The next job was to slay a rouge bear that had managed to find its way into a resident’s home. It was easy to take care of but the employer offered a nice chunk of extra gold in exchange for help cleaning up the mess the bear had left and Gunnar was in no hurry. It actually took longer to clean up then to kill the bear, and by the time that they were done the sun was setting.
“Alright, ready to head home?” Vilkas asked the old man after they had been paid.
“Not yet, remember my old friend?” Gunnar grinned.
He led the way to the Palace of Kings, home of the Jarl of Windhelm Ulfric Stormcloak. And Vilkas wondered if the two actually knew each other… but then realized that Gunnar was probably much older. So maybe someone else?
Gunnar walked right through the front doors, grinning at the soldiers as they passed, and then into the main hall where the Jarl, his housecarl and his advisor Galmor were sitting and discussing their plans.
“Ulfric Stormcloak!” Gunnar boomed, startling all three men.
Ulfric looked up and then broke out in a large grin.
“Gunnar ‘One-Eye’ Blessed-Shield” Ulfric grinned.
The two approached each other, Ulfric crossing his arms across his chest and Gunnar placing his hands on his hips.
“So, how’s my fellow solider?” Ulfric smirked.
Re: Old Scales 25/?
Date: 2013-02-19 04:33 pm (UTC)I wonder how he's going to behave in front of all of this fine, past-expiration date candy.
Re: Old Scales 25/?
Date: 2013-02-20 02:19 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 25/?
Date: 2013-02-20 05:27 am (UTC)Old Scales 26/?
Date: 2013-02-21 02:56 am (UTC)First, Ulfric claimed Gunnar’s attention and Gunnar seemed to lose all interest in all else besides catching up with his friend. And since Galmor and the housecarl stuck to Ulfric like glue, the old warrior had their attention too.
That meant Vilkas was off to the side, sipping miserably from a bottle of mead, trying not to feel jealous that Ulfric had more history with Gunnar nor try to think of the possibilities of the two having been together.
At least by listening to the stories that Gunnar shared, much older than those he had earlier, the knight started sponging up more history of the old warrior.
Like Bless-Shield had come from his parents, who had been warriors turned priests and had become quite famous before disappearing all together, likely having lost their minds. Or that Gunnar has an older brother, though thankfully he was nowhere to be found as Vilkas didn’t want to have to tiptoe around another of the same fine blood as the older Nord. Or even that Gunnar had gone as One-Eye before his soldier service because he had already lost it before hand.
Still, even knowing about the old warrior couldn’t really help his mood, as after each new little tidbit of information Gunnar and Ulfric shared a hearty and close friend laugh and Vilkas felt that much more left out. Gods, why’d Gunnar even bring him here if he was only gonna talk to the Jarl?
“So, why’d you quit being a priest?” Ulfric asked.
“I told you Ulfric, being a priest isn’t healthy on the mind after a few years” Gunnar said “I was seeing some strange things”
“And hallucinating is bad enough to make you of all people quit?”
“I wasn’t just hallucinating… there were… other things…” Gunnar looked up briefly at Vilkas before looking away, probably remembering their own talk about the subject.
However Ulfric still caught that and looked over at the knight. His stormy eyes appraised the knight for a moment before he spoke
“Who’s this?”
“This is pup!” Gunnar said, visibly grateful for the change in subject “He’s with the Companions”
“Ah, yes, I believe that I’ve heard that name somewhere… you did a job here a few months ago right?”
“Yes, Jarl Ulfric” Vilkas said flatly.
“Right, killing a bear that had gotten into one of the farms, quick and clean kill” Ulfric said, not even phased by the rather disrespectful tone.
“Anyone can kill a bear” Galmor said “And just about every warrior out there can do it quick and cleanly”
“Yes, but let’s not forget that pup is still young” Gunnar snapped, smacking Galmor’s thick arm “And besides, he uses a shield mister battleaxe”
Galmor scowled at Gunnar, however, before it could escalate Ulfric interrupted.
“None the less, from what I heard he’s part of the Companions, a very honorable faction of warriors dedicated to honor and glory in battle” Ulfric said.
Vilkas wanted to feel some pride for the compliment, but he was too busy trying not to be jealous of the man.
“And if Gunnar can tell this man about his past that he can tell me, then he definitely deserves praise” Ulfric smirked.
“What?” Vilkas said dumbly.
“Getting things out of him is worth then trying to pull teeth from a dragon” Ulfric scowled playfully, nudging the old warrior in his ribs.
“Hey, I’m an open book” Galmor defended “It’s just I’m not so proud of a few chapters… or they’re too garbled to read”
Ulfric just rolled his eyes and Vilkas allowed himself a small smile of victory.
The old warrior had been willing to share a little bit of those chapters with him, at least.
“Anyway Ulfric, we’re expected back sometime, so unless you’re offering to feed and house us for the night” Gunnar said “We’re heading out”
Vilkas nearly cried in joy. Finally he’d be back to having the old warrior to himself!
“Like I’d let you get away so easily after so many years” Ulfric smiled “Of course I’ll feed and house you for a night”
Vilkas went back to bitterly sipping his drink.
(sorry about the lateness, my muse decided to run off and I had to hunt her down ^^;; But everyone will be happy to know that I’m roughing up the smut scene now and it’s looking good :D Anyways, I’m off for the night!)
Re: Old Scales 26/?
Date: 2013-02-21 04:22 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 26/?
Date: 2013-02-22 12:20 am (UTC)ps Ulfric is talking about the Companions when Gunnar introduces him, right? Cause if Vil goes by pup elsewhere...
Old Scales 27/?
Date: 2013-02-22 04:16 am (UTC)At least Gunnar was at his one side to make things easier. He laughed and joked, straying from telling stories, and simply tried to ease the tension that was primarily oozing from the knight.
Ulfric was trying to make things harder as he always found a way to say things just right that would get the old warrior straying towards telling a revealing story of a more recent date. And though Gunnar was usually quick with catching himself, the Jarl of Windhelm kept at it.
Finally, after stuffing themselves with food and ale, Gunnar declared that with their early start tomorrow morning, that he and Vilkas needed to head off to bed.
Ulfric first offered a spare room in one of the palace’s wings, but Gunnar refused. He didn’t want to be on one of the chilly rooms of the palace, he wanted a roaring fire over comfort. So the Jarl then offered the floor in front of the kitchen as a joke, Gunnar accepted anyway and refused anything else.
So a few moments later the knight and the old warrior were sprawled out on their bed rolls in front of the kitchen fire.
The old warrior, much to the knight’s delight and bane, had stripped to a pair of trousers and his boots. Vilkas stubbornly remained in his armor until after some nagging from Gunnar he finally stripped to his protective underclothing.
For awhile they simply enjoyed the sound of the fire popping as it ate the remnants of the dinner’s firewood with the faint echoes of Ulfric’s voice as he and Galmor talked of war.
“So pup, what do you think?” Gunnar finally asked, speaking softly.
“About?” Vilkas asked in return.
“Ulfric”
“Ah… proud, stubborn… perhaps a bit near sighted and swept up in his passions” Vilkas said.
“Humph… just like he was back then” Gunnar sighed.
“…Back then when you two were soldiers?”
“Yeah, we were close friends back then”
“So, if you were close friends, why didn’t you tell him about your priesthood?”
“Because… he already knows that I’m… unstable… I didn’t want him thinking that I’m too broken to function” Gunnar sighed.
“I think you’re fine” Vilkas said.
Suddenly the knight felt something rough and warm against his cheek. He looked and saw the older warrior’s fingertips there.
“And that’s why I told ya pup” He heard Gunnar say.
~*~
Sometime later that night, after Vilkas had managed to hid what a simple crease had done to him and Gunnar had finally fallen silent, the knight finally started to drift off into a slight slumber.
He managed to do so for about an hour before Gunnar’s groaning woke him up.
It seemed that another nightmare was plaguing the old warrior’s mind. The knight, as he flipped onto his stomach and lifted himself onto his arms enough to see Gunnar’s dreaming face, wondered if it would reveal a locked part of Gunnar’s past.
“Voices…” Gunnar groaned “Nine voices… in my head”
Vilkas reached out, hesitantly, and touched the older Nord’s aged cheek.
“What are they saying?” Vilkas asked softly.
“Destinies… so many… changing… twisting… too many voices” Gunnar groaned.
Was he dreaming of his time as a priest? When the visions threatened to break his very sense of reality?
“It’s alright old man” Vilkas sighed, stroking the stubble covered cheek.
That seemed to sooth him, as he stopped groaning and relaxed. He remained still for awhile, all the while Vilkas took full advantage and continued to stroke the man’s face, and it seemed that the old warrior had fallen asleep again.
Vilkas was about to do the same, feeling some guiltily pleasure from having soothed the old warrior during a nightmare, and had almost crawled into his bedroll when it happened.
Gunnar seized, his large frame convulsing and his handsome face contorting in pain.
With his eye still shut, it was obvious that he had been claimed by another nightmare, only worse.
Re: Old Scales 27/?
Date: 2013-02-22 09:03 am (UTC)*flaps pitifully and hopes for more soon*
Re: Old Scales 27/?
Date: 2013-02-22 08:35 pm (UTC)Re: Old Scales 27/?
Date: 2013-02-23 12:34 am (UTC)Best dragonborn ever!!!
Re: Old Scales 27/?
Date: 2013-02-23 01:05 am (UTC)Old Scales 28/?
Date: 2013-02-24 07:33 pm (UTC)The old warrior was still curled on his side, clutching his gut and groaning deeply like he had just taken a war hammer blow there. His face was pinched in what appeared to be utter agony, but surely a nightmare couldn’t inflict such pain onto a man, so maybe the older Nord was remembering the pain?
“Gunnar?” Vilkas whispered again, shaking the older Nord’s shoulder firmly.
Gunnar groaned again, a deeply hollow sound at the back of his throat, and muttered something against his bed roll.
“Gunnar? Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Vilkas asked him.
Gunnar groaned and curled up further.
The knight tried everything to wake the old man. He tried talking to him, shaking him, lightly smacking his cheeks, tapping his forehead and even holding his nose. But nothing seemed to get through to the old man as he continued to groan and hold his gut.
“Gunnar, please! Wake up!” Vilkas said desperately.
He leaned over the old man’s body and tried to see if he could perhaps catch some of the old man’s mutterings, to see if perhaps it would give him some clue as to what was ailing his dreaming mind this time. The knight had to lean over him to the point that he could feel Gunnar’s harsh breathing against his ear.
“…Out…mine… out…mine…want…here…” It was all the knight could catch, and none of it seemed helpful.
“What do you want out Gunnar?” Vilkas asked close to the old warrior’s ear before quickly leaning down to hear the answer.
“Him…. Out…get… him…painful…” Gunnar managed between his clenched teeth. He coughed wetly and said something quite clearly
“Get Talos out of my head”
Oh…oh… Gunnar seemed to be remembering the time when he was possessed. Vilkas remembered that Gunnar has said that it wasn’t a pleasant experience and it often left him incapacitated for a while after. But… Talos? The old warrior had been evasive about the god he prayed for… but
“It’s alright Gunnar, Talos isn’t here” Vilkas said, trying to focus on the old man.
“My head”
“Talos… isn’t… here” Vilkas said firmly.
“Not… here…” Gunnar groaned.
“Not here” Vilkas repeated.
“Not here? What’s not here?”
Gunnar say up, making Vilkas get off him, looking rather confused. His face was still beaded in sweat and his one eye was bleary with sleep and his short hair ruffled and sticking out in tuffs, but he still looked rather handsome and all the more confused.
“Ah” Vilkas started, not quite sure what to say.
“Okay, I guess first things first, why the hell were you one me” Gunnar quirked an eyebrow and flashed the frazzled knight a large grin “Unless you were trying to take advantage of my sleeping form to”
“GODS DAMN IT YOU PERVERTED OLD MAN!” Vilkas roared, blushing bright red.
“Okay, okay, no need to wake up the entire castle” Gunnar grinned “But seriously, what happened?”
~*~
Gunnar sat looking at the fire, his lone eye reflecting thoughtful thinking.
“So… I was having a nightmare and you were trying to help?” Gunnar asked.
“Yes” Vilkas said.
“And I started talking, right?”
“Yes”
“And you were able to tell what I was remembering because of my talking?”
“Yes”
“…I guess I have some explaining to do” Gunnar grinned weakly.
“You better old man, or I’m never stepping foot out of Jorvashkr with you again” Vilkas threatened.
“Dear gods, I’ll get right on that” Gunnar chuckled.
“Seriously Gunnar” Vilkas sighed “I just found out that your god go choice was Talos and that you’ve been possessed by him before, not to mention that one nightmare you had when you were talking about killing kids!”
“Wha?”
Oh shi…
“While you were recovering, you had a nightmare, you talked in your sleep about killing kids and I think about killing your captain afterwards” Vilkas sighed.
“…oh yeah” Gunnar muttered.
They were silent for a long moment before Gunnar sighed deeply.
“I…I’ll tell you what I can, but as you can guess there are some things that are still just too painful or blurred to talk about, okay pup?”
“It’s probably the best I can get out of you, so I’ll take it” Vilkas said.
Gunnar grinned softly at the knight and scratched at his ruffled hair
“What I’m about to tell you pup… is only known to me, a few handful of people and the dead, so listen closely and carefully”
Re: Old Scales 28/?
Date: 2013-02-25 05:21 am (UTC)Re: Old Scales 28/?
Date: 2013-02-25 04:58 pm (UTC)Re: Old Scales 28/?
Date: 2013-02-26 01:39 am (UTC)Old Scales 29/?
Date: 2013-02-27 01:27 am (UTC)Vilkas would have been lying if he has said that he wasn’t interested in anything Gunnar was willing to share. After all, judging by what Gunnar had said it would basically be a secret between them. It’d be something for them to share.
“Where to start” Gunnar finally muttered.
“Where ever you feel comfortable” Vilkas said, pressing for the old man for details.
“Heh, that doesn’t make it any easier” Gunnar chuckled.
He scratched at his stubble, and then looked around with his good eye nervously before looking Vilkas and sighing. He scratched at his stubble again and opened his mouth again
“DRAGON!”
“Thank the Nine” Gunnar sighed before jumping to his feet and running from the room, grabbing his greatsword on the way out.
Vilkas gaped dumbly at the door before grumbling and following after the strange old warrior.
~*~
The dragon was perched on Candlehearth Hall. It snapped sadistically and playfully at the Stormcloaks that came to shoot it with arrows.
Gunnar, with Vilkas on his heels, rushed right up to where he would be perfectly in the dragon’s perspective. It was a brash and stupid thing to do, but the look in the old man’s eye highly suggested that he wasn’t thinking straight.
“Hey there scaly!” He yelled.
The dragon turned its gaze towards the brazen old man and pulled back it’s scaly lips in a mockery of a smile.
“Such bravado for a human” It growled.
“Such confidence for an overgrown, fire breathing lizard” Gunnar shot back.
“What?!”
The dragon drew back it’s head, ready to breath fire upon the foolish old warrior. But Gunnar only grinned widely before opening his mouth.
“FUS RO!”
The old warrior’s voice rumbled through the air light thunder, but struck the dragon like lightning, sending it tail over horns off the building and onto a (thankfully) clear patch of stone behind the inn. And with the dragon down on soldier level, said soldiers were eager to go after it. The befuddled dragon was victim to a dozen or so bold Stormcloak soldiers and two Companions until it knocked them away with its wings and took to the skies.
“Dragonborn, we will fight again another day” The dragon yelled form the safety of the skies before fleeing into the distance with great haste.
“Ha! I’m so damned good that even dragons won’t face me!” Gunnar laughed at the sky, that bright and sunny smile making the late night feel less like the town was almost victim to a dragon attack.
The Stormcloaks let out a rowdy cheer around them and Gunnar practically glowed under the attention. Seeing the old man beaming, so soon after seeing him suffering through a nightmare and then cagy about talking about his past, it was rather confusing. But seeing him happy again made the knight push all those thoughts aside.
He placed a hand on the older Nord’s shoulder, catching his attention.
“You are going to tell me one day, right old man?”
“Yeah, yeah, I will, gods your worse than a wife”
Gunnar laughed loudly as Vilkas blushed bright red.
~*~
Within a week they were back in Jorvashkr. Gunnar was back to his usual self, laughing, smiling, teasing and generally making everyone want to jump his old bones. And though Vilkas knew better, you would have sworn that the man didn’t have a care in the world.
Actually, he was pretty much back to the Gunnar everyone had fallen for except for one key thing. He was occasionally seen in deep talks with Kodlak, both sounding deadly serious even in hushed whispers and people began to worry.
What could Gunnar possibly want to talk to Kodlak about?
(Hey-o, so someone said that it was starting to drag and well, I finally found a different prompt to get out all my Must-Write-Gunnar-History urges so we’re back to the actual story :D, anyway I should have that prompt up and going soon and as always, enjoy this *shortish* segment)
Re: Old Scales 29/?
Date: 2013-02-27 10:02 pm (UTC)Re: Old Scales 29/?
Date: 2013-02-28 05:15 am (UTC)Old Scales 30/?
Date: 2013-03-01 08:22 pm (UTC)“Yes lass?”
“When was the last time you slept?”
“That last time I closed my eyes”
“And when was that?”
“Umm… two days ago?”
“Gunnar!”
“I’m fine, just trying to solve a problem”
“You need sleep! And when was the last time you ate?”
“About two days ago”
At that point Alea gave up and stormed away from the old man as he smiled innocently. The other Companions just sighed and continued about their work as the old man started to read again.
Something had claimed the older Nord’s mind and it seemed to forbid any rest. He had been going through dusty old tomes and yellowing journals night and day nonstop and nothing anyone could say would stop him.
“You go talk to him Vilkas” Alea snapped at the knight as he and his brother scrubbed mud from a recent job off their boots.
“Why me? You know how he likes to watch me squirm”
“Yes but at least you’ll have his attention” Alea sighed “Besides if he keeps going at this rate he’ll likely kill himself”
“Alea has a point brother” Farkas said “And I can go with you to make you feel better”
Vilkas huffed. Gunnar had been exceptionally playful with him as of late. He took every opportunity to tease and joke with him. The old warrior had even developed a habit of late of swatting his ass rather hard every time Vilkas walked by. And the poor knight, much too flustered to talk to even talk to the old man anymore, had started avoiding him just to get away, which only made matters worse.
“Fine, but I doubt that I’ll be able to get anything from him” Vilkas snapped, trying to quiet that little voice in the back of his head that demanded any attention from the old man.
The brothers gave up on their boots, simply slipping them back on, and went over to where the old man had set up his workplace for the day. The table to his side was stacked with books and journals and bottle of mead.
The old warrior seemed to be intently perusing through the words of the journal in his hands, but when the twins stood before him he peaked and then broke out in a huge grin before putting the journal aside.
“What can I do for you pup? Farkas?”
“Why am I pup?” Vilkas suddenly interjected.
“Because I see you as an adorable pup” Gunnar grinned “And Farkas is well… Farkas”
Farkas grabbed his brother’s arm as the knight tried to retreat and forced him to stand before the old warrior.
“Fine… Gunnar, when was the last time you got any sleep?”
“Two days ago” Gunnar smiled innocently.
“And ate?”
“Two days ago”
“You’re supposed to eat and sleep EVERY day old man, or are you already getting to the age where you’re forgetting those things?” Vilkas snapped.
“I’m not that old” Gunnar sighed, “Besides, I’m working on a problem”
“Surely this problem can let you take care of yourself,” Farkas said.
“It can, but I feel like I’m really close to a solution”
“No buts” Vilkas said firmly “You’re a Companion, as Companions we are supposed to be the best warriors that Skyrim has to offer and if you’re not at your best”
Gunnar let a warm smile spread across his face.
“You’re not going to let it go are you pup?”
“No”
“Alright, I’ll go get some shut eye” Gunnar relented, getting to his feet.
He looked Vilkas right in the eye
“You’re so cute when you worry about me”
Vilkas blushed a bright red
“I was no worried! Alea has been the one”
“I get it pup” Gunnar grinned.
He picked up several of the journals, two of the books and one of the bottles of mead and tucked them under one arm.
“These are for later”
He picked for two of the other bottles and handed them over to Farkas who took them with a slightly confused look.
“Those are yours”
Then he turned back to the still slightly flustered knight. He placed a hand on Vilkas’ shoulder and looked his dead in the eye. The older Nord smiled and the knight couldn’t register the since of dread before that hand on his shoulder was suddenly behind his head and yanking him forward.
Their lips crashed together for but a second before Gunnar let go
“That was mine and I’m off to bed” Gunnar grinned wildly before turning to Farkas “Oh yeah, tell Alea when I wake up I’ll be willing and able to go hunting with her and Skjor”
And with that he left, leaving the frozen knight and a very confused Farkas.
“Ah, Vilkas? Are you alright?”
If only he knew
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Date: 2013-03-05 11:25 pm (UTC)“I’ll go on in ahead, try to scatter their attention and then you two come in behind me and strike when their confused” Skjor said.
“That’s suicide and you know it old man” Gunnar said.
“Well, what’s your plan then, older man?” Skjor asked, glaring at Gunnar through the darkness.
“Hmm… we could draw them outside with a distraction, pick them off as they funnel out the doors” Gunnar suggested.
“And what about the people deep inside the fort?” Skjor shot back.
“We’ll make it loud” Gunnar grinned.
“Skjor is right Gunnar” Alea finally piped in “If we get them confused it will be easier for the two of us to go through and deal with them”
“Sigh… fine but you’re going to get yourself killed” Gunnar sighed with fatherly disappointment “So remember to duck”
“Don’t know how, but I’ll think of something” Skjor said before unsheathing his sword “I’ll be back”
Skjor jumped out from behind the trees and charged the fort. Silver Hand members yelled warnings as the old Companion came charging through, killing one of two before heading forward into the fort. Alea and Gunnar watching as he ran, wondering if they’d ever see him again.
“Alright lass, let’s make this count” Gunnar said, unsheathing his sword.
~*~
Vilkas, the miserable little knight, lay face down in his bed trying to quell his blushing as his mind kept repeating the kiss with Gunnar.
It had only lasted a second, and was probably done more as a joke then anything, but his mind kept going back to the small details that happened within that one second.
How warm the older Nord’s lips were against his own, the roughness from them being slight chapped, the slight prickle of the man’s stubble as it brushed against his cheek and the overwhelming wave of Gunnar's natural smell from him being so close. And the shock of it was overwhelming and electric, addicting, and he wanted it again and again.
But he couldn't get flustered by that perverted old man! It had to be another of his teases, another way to watch him squirm. There was no way that a delicious older man like him would be interested in men, let alone someone as young and experienced as the knight. Damn it, and not after Vilkas had made it quite clear that he wasn't interested.
He sighed into his pillow and wished everything was as easy as fighting off bandits or the creatures of Skyrim's wilds.
Knock, knock
"What?" Vilkas groaned loudly into his pillow.
Whoever it was just opened the door and came in anyway, leading Vilkas to believe that it was his brother because no one else would have the audacity to enter his room so boldly.
"Brother?" Farkas asked.
"What?"
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine"
"Are you sure? You ran off pretty quickly after Gunnar left"
"I'm fine brother"
"You're lying"
"I'm not"
Vilkas heard Farkas sigh deeply before stepping closer. The knight's bed sunk under additional weight and Vilkas was unceremoniously shoved aside as his brother made room for himself. Soon the brother's lay side by side on the bed, much like they once had when they were much younger.
"What’s wrong brother? You've been acting strange since Gunnar showed up" Farkas asked his brother.
"I haven't" Vilkas defended hastily.
"You avoid him at all costs, you get flustered every time Gunnar speaks, and you've been unusually quiet and irritable ever since" Farkas noted "And I know you're the smart one, but even I've noticed"
"You wouldn't understand" Vilkas sighed.
"So make me smart breeches" Farkas said, playfully punching his brother.
"...I'm...I...it's too embarrassing" Vilkas muttered.
"What? The old man got some dirt on you or something?"
"No..."
"Then what?"
"It's nothing brother"
"To oblivion it's not! Brother please, tell me what's wrong?" Farkas snapped, smacking his brother upside the head.
Vilkas sighed deeply into the pillow and then lifted his head to look his brother in the eyes.
"I" He started.
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