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Unhappy Marriages

[(Anonymous)]

(sorry if this is posted before the end of the Fill-a-thon but I have this fear I will forget...)

So Skyrim seems like the kind of place where marriage is pretty essential and hence not always happy.
I was some forced marriages, perhaps from unrequited affection, some angst, some lovin', perhaps awkward loving were no real love in shared (from at least one of the parties).

I imagine a bit of resentment, distance and angst here.
Pretty dumb prompt, but feel free to do with it what you want A!As.

OCs, NPCs and DBs all welcome here.

The Ties That Bind (Minifill!) 1/2

[(Anonymous)]

So I just threw this together because in my head I've been toying with them for a while now, I chose Idgrod the Younger and Sirgar (he's the son of the Jarl who takes over if you follow the Stormcloak questline). Its rushehd but I hope you like it! :)

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The Ties That Bind

Idgrod will never admit she’s a little frightened of him.

Which isn’t fair, she knows that. He’s never done anything wrong to her, never hit or shouted at her, never forced her into his bed - there was always the lingering worry he would when his family first approached her Mother. It’s not his fault he’s tall, broad and muscled from his days as a miner. It’s not his fault his family took away her childhood home either.

Their first introduction was awkward.

His family weren’t even from Hjaalmarch, and as the dust settled from the civil war alliances were built once more. Idgrod had always known her life meant nothing but the security of the hold, now that meant lying with a man she hated.

No, that’s not fair either.

She doesn’t hate him. In his own way he can be charming. He blushes and blusters and lets Joric have his old room back, allows the poor child some familiarity for when everything becomes too much for him. When it comes to ruling, it is her judgement they take, because he was born to be a miner, and she to be a Jarl.

They share a bed, and he is not shy about coaxing her to the point where her mind melts and nerves explode with sensation. In those moments she loves him because those wicked fingers know each and every stroke and caress that sends her shuddering around him. She can fool herself into thinking she’s not empty inside because he fills her so completely and brings her to the point of such bliss it can take hours for the simmering bitterness that gnarls around her heart to return.

She cannot love a man who fears despises magic so openly. Nor a man who loathes to read.

When news of the Dragonborn’s husband’s death arrives, the stories soon follow of how she stormed Sovngarde to see him again. The bard’s sing of it for years, a woman with the soul of Dov unable to live without the love of her life.

All Idgrod can think about is the relief she’d feel at her husband’s death. With that brings guilt more painful than any cruelty he has made her endure.

Sirgar turns to her in his grief when his parents finally die. He realises she can’t comfort him on this, the wounds inflicted on her own parents by those usurpers make it impossible. The resulting argument is so intense Joric flees the city. She doesn’t find her brother again for weeks. He’s safe, staying in Windstad manor and talking enthusiastically to a little girl his own age, like his mind’s finally clear of everything that’s plagued him since he was a little boy. The housecarl calls it puppy love and Idgrod can’t help but hate herself for feeling jealous of children .

After their second child, making them parents of two healthy babes who squeal and then suddenly walk so much younger than what she had been expecting, Sirgar doesn’t touch her. No longer is her husband hopeful that they will one day grow to love each other. A small part mourns that optimistic part of him; he’s a harder man without it.

The Ties That Bind (Minifill!) 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

When he is of age, Joric runs off to find his bride in the Dragonborn’s daughter. He can barely hold a sword, and his nephews are beside themselves in excitement over the romance of it. Sirgar gifts him the sturdiest horse they have and frets when he leaves. Idgrod can’t help but smile at that, but in the back of her mind she knows he does this to remove any threat Joric might have on his children’s claim to the Hold.

Her hair turns grey and soon their sons old enough to fight in the second Great War, Sirgar tells her he’d have never married her if he’d known that this was the life they’d have. She laughs, and that night they entwine themselves between the sheets and lose themselves in each other.

For four months she entertains herself as being in love with him, she’s smiling and they make love instead of slaking lust upon each other as they did all those years ago. Kissing is enjoyable and Idgrod thanks Mara for finally answering her prayers. There is excitement as his hand runs over her stomach, praising all the nine gods as he presses his lips against most intimate areas. Things that she used to hate about him suddenly don’t matter; he has given her two children and has never wavered from her. He could have hurt her but he chose not to.

When he dies, suddenly and in his sleep, aged only 44, it takes her an hour of staring at his corpse in surprise until she gathers her wits and finds someone to inform the priest. The days flash by in a flurry of activity for a Jarl’s funeral. Mourners come in their droves, he was a good king. Likeable and modest, he had been one of them, once upon a time before his parents… before he married a Jarl’s daughter.

Her sons return from the war and weep openly for their father. The wisest is crowned, and soon any unrest within the Hold is smoothed over. She can hear her husband’s words pouring from the mouth of the young Jarl. It’s a good thing; there had always been unrest when her own Mother was ruler.

The relief she’s always known she’d have is there, though sadness lingers somewhere too. A passing grief that a person feels when realising an acquaintance has died, a sadness in knowing that he deserved so much more in a wife.

Hjaalmarch no longer needs her to sacrifice everything for the sake of stability. Now, as she leaves the home of her childhood with only a small pack and a purse full of coins, the world waits, and she is free.

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I hope someone has a longer fill than this, it's got so much potential and is a fave kink of mine :3

Re: The Ties That Bind (Minifill!) 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Passer-by anon just saying... that was lovely. :)

Re: The Ties That Bind (Minifill!) 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

This is really, really good, and so believable. Awesome fill.

Re: The Ties That Bind (Minifill!) 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

Beautiful, sad and incredible. I loved it.

Re: The Ties That Bind (Minifill!) 2/2

[(Anonymous)]

well-crafted! I thoroughly enjoyed every word!