“If it gets much colder, I may not be able to hold a weapon,” groused Stenvar for the fiftieth time since they’d entered the cave.
Bridget frowned, looking up from the chest that she had been rummaging through. “Um, Stenvar, you are a Nord, right?”
The expression on Stenvar’s face was a mixture of outrage and disbelief. “Of course I’m a Nord!”
Bridget shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. “Just checking. For a Nord, you sure grouse about the cold a lot,” she pointed out, blowing on her fingers to warm them before pulling her gauntlets back on. Though, she had to admit he had a point. It WAS cold.
Stenvar bit back a growl, glaring at the Breton. “I’m not the one turning blue,” he bit out.
Bridget shot a look at Stenvar and blew out a breath of exasperation. “Fine. We’ll light a fire. We’ve cleared the bandits…now it’s just a matter of gathering the loot,” she admitted, glancing around. “So, where should we bed down for the night?”
Stenvar’s blue eyes narrowed at the woman. The night? She never stayed on the road overnight—she always took a room for them at an inn or they slept in one of her houses. But it made sense, they were at least a day’s journey from the nearest town and it was getting dark outside. “There looked to be a place a little further in and off the main cavern. We could sleep there,” he added, leading the way back further into the cavern.
Bridget nodded, following the big Nord. For all his belly-aching, she liked Stenvar. He had been a good friend to her ever since she’d arrived in Windhelm and he was very good at helping her to stay alive. “So, Stenvar, have you always been so sensitive to the cold?” she teased, stepping over one of the bodies they had left in their wake.
Stenvar glared over his shoulder at the woman. “I’m no more sensitive to it than any other Nord, Bridget. But you are turning blue. If we don’t get you warmed up soon, you’ll be no good to me.”
Bridget chuckled. “Right. Lay it all on me. I’m a big girl, Stenvar, I can handle it.”
Stenvar shook his head, finally finding the branch off the main cavern he’d been seeking. The tunnel forced him to crouch slightly for fear of slamming his head into the rocky roof and he could hear Bridget huffing slightly as she hurried behind him, her packs laden with their shared goodies. Finally the tunnel opened up, dumping them into another cavern, smaller than the main one, that had been used as a camp of sorts. There were furs and bedrolls laid near a firepit replete with a cooking spit and pots. “Aye, this’ll do.”
Bridget stepped out from behind Stenvar and nodded, a smile curling across her lips. “Yes, Stenvar. It’s nice. Private. Quiet.” She stepped down towards the firepit and dropped her bags, rolling her shoulders and stretching towards the ceiling with a wince. “Almost like our own little hovel away from home.”
Stenvar watched her openly, enjoying the way her body moved beneath her clothes. He didn’t often have an opportunity to so blatantly watch her and he was enjoying it immensely. Dropping his own packs, he reached into one of the pockets of the pack and pulled out his flint. Fortunately the now dead bandits had been kind enough to provide a great deal of firewood and kindling and he soon had a cheery blaze burning in the firepit. Settling down onto a fur, he motioned to Bridget. “Come, Bridget. Warm yourself by the fire.”
Bridget nodded, settling beside the big Nord. It was nice. They didn’t do this very often, she thought tiredly, already reaching into one of her packs for some food she’d cooked earlier. She knew that she shouldn’t pass up this opportunity of a blazing fire to do more cooking but the cold and the day’s events had tired her out. Handing some of the wolf steak to Stenvar, she took a bite of her own share and chewed. “This is nice.” Her head fell against the shoulder of his armor, resting there as she stared into the fire. “You’ve been a good friend to me, Stenvar. That means a lot.”
F!DB/Stenvar "Warming Up the DB" 1/? (Stenvar/F!DB)
Bridget frowned, looking up from the chest that she had been rummaging through. “Um, Stenvar, you are a Nord, right?”
The expression on Stenvar’s face was a mixture of outrage and disbelief. “Of course I’m a Nord!”
Bridget shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips. “Just checking. For a Nord, you sure grouse about the cold a lot,” she pointed out, blowing on her fingers to warm them before pulling her gauntlets back on. Though, she had to admit he had a point. It WAS cold.
Stenvar bit back a growl, glaring at the Breton. “I’m not the one turning blue,” he bit out.
Bridget shot a look at Stenvar and blew out a breath of exasperation. “Fine. We’ll light a fire. We’ve cleared the bandits…now it’s just a matter of gathering the loot,” she admitted, glancing around. “So, where should we bed down for the night?”
Stenvar’s blue eyes narrowed at the woman. The night? She never stayed on the road overnight—she always took a room for them at an inn or they slept in one of her houses. But it made sense, they were at least a day’s journey from the nearest town and it was getting dark outside. “There looked to be a place a little further in and off the main cavern. We could sleep there,” he added, leading the way back further into the cavern.
Bridget nodded, following the big Nord. For all his belly-aching, she liked Stenvar. He had been a good friend to her ever since she’d arrived in Windhelm and he was very good at helping her to stay alive. “So, Stenvar, have you always been so sensitive to the cold?” she teased, stepping over one of the bodies they had left in their wake.
Stenvar glared over his shoulder at the woman. “I’m no more sensitive to it than any other Nord, Bridget. But you are turning blue. If we don’t get you warmed up soon, you’ll be no good to me.”
Bridget chuckled. “Right. Lay it all on me. I’m a big girl, Stenvar, I can handle it.”
Stenvar shook his head, finally finding the branch off the main cavern he’d been seeking. The tunnel forced him to crouch slightly for fear of slamming his head into the rocky roof and he could hear Bridget huffing slightly as she hurried behind him, her packs laden with their shared goodies. Finally the tunnel opened up, dumping them into another cavern, smaller than the main one, that had been used as a camp of sorts. There were furs and bedrolls laid near a firepit replete with a cooking spit and pots. “Aye, this’ll do.”
Bridget stepped out from behind Stenvar and nodded, a smile curling across her lips. “Yes, Stenvar. It’s nice. Private. Quiet.” She stepped down towards the firepit and dropped her bags, rolling her shoulders and stretching towards the ceiling with a wince. “Almost like our own little hovel away from home.”
Stenvar watched her openly, enjoying the way her body moved beneath her clothes. He didn’t often have an opportunity to so blatantly watch her and he was enjoying it immensely. Dropping his own packs, he reached into one of the pockets of the pack and pulled out his flint. Fortunately the now dead bandits had been kind enough to provide a great deal of firewood and kindling and he soon had a cheery blaze burning in the firepit. Settling down onto a fur, he motioned to Bridget. “Come, Bridget. Warm yourself by the fire.”
Bridget nodded, settling beside the big Nord. It was nice. They didn’t do this very often, she thought tiredly, already reaching into one of her packs for some food she’d cooked earlier. She knew that she shouldn’t pass up this opportunity of a blazing fire to do more cooking but the cold and the day’s events had tired her out. Handing some of the wolf steak to Stenvar, she took a bite of her own share and chewed. “This is nice.” Her head fell against the shoulder of his armor, resting there as she stared into the fire. “You’ve been a good friend to me, Stenvar. That means a lot.”
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