Someone wrote in [personal profile] skyrimkinkmeme 2013-08-08 12:22 pm (UTC)

Fill: It's Still Ulfric 1/?

Summary: During the Great War, Galmar is forced to be intermediary between Ulfric and Rikke, neither of whom know how to deal with the aftermath of Ulfric's torture.

Set in the Rozenn-the-Breton 'verse, although this is a standalone in which she does not appear. (It should also be a quicker one to write than OFW, but I won't swear to it^^)

A/N: So this is a sort-of sequel to The Old Fashioned Way (Part 4, Page 16). It's not necessary to have read it, although it might be a help (Nonny's fixing her lore!fail in this one). I'm including it in my Rozenn series, but Rozenn herself will not be making an appearance (well, not unless she bullies me).

Tags: Char: Galmar Stone-Fist, Legate Rikke, Ulfric Stormcloak, mentions of Elenwen; Kink/Genre: Angst, h/c; Relationships: het, friendship; Series: Rozenn-the-Breton.

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Nobody paid much attention to the man galloping into the Legion's camp in the Colovian Highlands: couriers and sellswords often arrived unexpectedly to deliver news or bolster the ranks.
Quaestor Rikke stood up from the fire, following the path the sweating beast took towards the Legate's tent with interest, once she saw the unconscious man tied to the horse's hindquarters. She strode in the direction of the Healers' tents.

The Healers' tents were conveniently located to the rear of the Legate's Tent, and an unscrupulous person might sit in the shadows behind one of the Healers' tents and hear everything that was spoken in the Legate's tent. Rikke was not normally so unscrupulous, but the rider had the look of a friend of hers, and if the unconscious man slung behind him was who she suspected, then she needed to learn all she could about his condition.

"Auxialiary Galmar Stone-Fist and Quaestor Ulfric Stormcloak reporting for duty, sir," came Galmar's hoarse voice.

"Hmmph. Your charge is unfit for duty, Stone-Fist," came the Legate's snide tones.

"My charge begs to differ, Legate," Galmar rumbled angrily. "Would you so dishonour him after all he's been through to get back to you?"

"Your charge, Auxiliary, is not even conscious. I see no dishonour in refusing the services of one unable to give them. Take him to the Healers. Get their report on his wellbeing and I might consider permitting his return to duty. Dismissed."

Rikke stayed in the shadows, listening to Galmar's furious growling litany of complaints as he dragged the unconscious Jarl's son to the First Healer. Why is Ulfric here, and not back in Windhelm, if he is so damaged? she wondered.

About to walk around she paused, hearing Galmar instructing the First Healer.

"No-one is to use Healing magic on Ulfric. You hear me? No-one. You may consider that an order from the Jarl of Windhelm for his son's treatment!"

This raised still more questions about Ulfric, and Rikke needed answers. There was only two men with any answers for her, and one was unconscious. She just hoped Galmar would be in a talkative mood.

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