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I've never written for Skyrim before but damn, always a first time!

Characters: Altmer F!PC, Nenya, Jarl Siddgeir, Helvard, Legate Skulnar
Genre: Humor, Fluff
Relationships: General
Summary: The Thane of Falkreath comes back from a morning hunt for meat to last the months of winter.

Tags: char:F!PC, char:nenya, char:siddgeir, es:skyrim, kink:fluff

BG: My Altmer mage, Kjersti is the only Thane of Falkreath I actually try and make act like a Thane. She takes Siddgeir’s verbal abuse with stride but I blame that on her aloofness. She literally had done nothing else but remain in Falkreath, wiping out encampments and doing bounties when required as well as slaving over her house (which must be perfect). One day I’m sure she can go to the College of Winterhold to learn magic but until then… all her found gold is to benefit Siddgeir’s treasury.

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“We’re back!” Kjersti cried as she entered the hall, snow falling off her cloak to stain the stones as she struggled to bring in the nearly-frozen elk carcass. The warmth from the hearth fire hit her senses head on and she immediately began to sniff, her nose running and her cold cheeks feeling painful as she blundered in. Helvard came after her, carrying another elk over his shoulder with ease while he tried to grip the legs of her kill. He didn’t seem bothered by the cold, his scaled armor stiff against his skin and his cheeks a bit red but other than that he was just as if he walked out into a summer’s day.

It was the only thing Kjersti envied about the Nords. She dropped the elk unceremoniously on the floor which caused the Steward of Falkreath to quickly skitter out of the Jarl’s bedroom, a paper still in her hand as she checked the door. She shivered and stayed at a considerable distance.

“Kjersti! Helvard! Oh…” she looked disappointed for a moment. “Is that all you got? Two elk?”

“No,” she shook her head, snow falling off to wet the floor some more before she nearly scrambled to the hearth, her fingers clenching painfully as she tried to warm them. “There’s a whole cart full, as was instructed. I think we have seven in all?” She looked to the housecarl who only nodded before exiting to go get the others, his elk placed gently by the door near hers. “That should be enough, shouldn’t it?”

“I certainly hope so,” Nenya commented, pondering until the Jarl exited his chambers, his winter furs now donning his body making Kjersti stand up and bow. He gave her a look.

“You’re cold?” he snorted and she flushed. “Honestly, you elves. It’s barely even brisk out, grow some skin.”

“Siddgeir,” Nenya warned but as usual he ignored her and strolled into his wine cellar. Kjersti only gave a small laugh before she leaned further into the fire. She had to take her gloves off during the hunt, unable to properly conjure a spell with them on and she regretted it now that the feeling was coming back. She blew on her fingertips as if it would help but it only seemed to make them more painful. Nenya took pity.

“Here,” she strode over, tucking the paper under her arm and took her hands, rubbing her warm ones against them making her sigh. “By the eight, you are cold.”

“That’s the punishment I get for favoring magic, I suppose,” she lightly commented but Nenya shook her head.

“I would favor it as well if I traveled. It’s a comfort to have,” she rubbed a bit harder. “But we are thankful you use it. Weapons alone cannot protect Falkreath, what with more rogue necromancers and witches on the loose.”

Kjersti frowned at her words. “Has there been a report of any again?”

She sighed, rubbing her hands a bit longer before she withdrew and took the paper again, handing it to her. It was a rough decree. Kjersti pursed her lips as she stared at it. She still couldn’t read for the life of her.

“Um.”

“We’re putting out a bounty on the bandits at Embershard Mine since,” Nenya let out a heavy sigh as she said it. “They’re not paying enough...”

“Oh.”

“But there is also a secondary bounty of a supposed witch living in the old Falkreath Tower. I believe it’s near your manor.”

Kjersti fiddled her hands, bringing them near the fire again as she thought of the location. There was one main entrance but who knew how many ‘people’ could hole up in it. She knew she might have to take a trek later that evening to survey it before deciding her best course of action to take on infiltrating it which made her shiver. Her mind drifted to the snow banks she would have to break through and she felt her previous joyful mood fade.

Her Jarl came back out of the cellar with a bottle of mead in hand. “Are you still by the fire? Honestly, do you work at all?!”

“Sorry, my Jarl,” she bowed, forgetting where she was and she nearly tumbled into the fire which made Nenya yell. Siddgeir merely laughed, taking a drink before striding confidently to his throne.

“Sometimes I wonder how I made such an idiot my Thane,” he chuckled and Kjersti flushed again, fidgeting with the neck of her cloak as Nenya straightened her. “Well… You do bring in good coin so I suppose that is a plus.”

“Thank you, my Jarl,” she bowed again, this time not towards the fire and Nenya gave him a look.

“Siddgeir, she does more than that. Honestly, can’t you be civil to your own court?”

He took a long drink, staring at her while he did and when he finished he merely shrugged, the bottle being lightly rocked in his hand. “Nenya, remind me when I should, as you commoners say, give a shit? Now put out that bounty already. I want that bastard dead and everything else in that dirty little hole.”

Kjersti looked up. “I can go clear out Embershard.”

She really could, it wasn’t that far from her manor. It just meant she would be entering it at night which she figured would help cloak her a little and make it easier to annihilate them. Siddgeir seemed to brighten a little. “Oh good! Then I don’t have to shell out any coin for that deed to be done!”

“Siddgeir,” Nenya glared at him. “If she clears it out, she gets paid.”

“Please, she’s my Thane and she’s to do what I say, right Kjersti?” he asked in a falsely sweet voice. She let out a small laugh and undid the clasp of her cloak, letting it slip off her shoulders. “So, be a dear will you? Go murder those coin-hoarding idiots. Make sure their heads roll.”

She smiled at him. “Of course, my Jarl.”

“Kjersti,” Nenya snapped at her, her disappointment obvious. Kjersti looked away, embarrassed but she never could really say no to the man who did give her a deed and title. “Siddgeir, I’m putting this bounty out and whoever does it will get paid.”

“Not from my pocket,” he growled and the two glared at each other before Nenya exited to her room, muttering as she did.

She could only smile, still finding their constant bickering an amusement and she brushed the rest of the wet snow off her cloak, setting it by the fire to dry before doing her duty as Thane; she gave Siddgeir the gold she had found while hunting, a garnet in the package from a wolf and he in turn gave her a pleased look and pocketed the paltry coins and jewel, taking a sip from his mead. She stood beside him, substituting as housecarl while Helvard worked, bringing in the rest of the elk carcasses. Siddgeir gave her a look once the last one was in.

“Any of those trophies?”

She pondered. “I do not believe so, my Jarl.”

“Try harder next time,” he muttered as he relaxed his bottle now almost empty. Once Helvard finished, he traded her spots and the elk were dragged into the old wine cellar, Legate Skulnar sacrificing his table so the butchering could begin. Kjersti worked alone on it, used to skinning and cutting the meat and she set aside a bucket for entrails, all which would be fed to Siddgeir’s hunting dogs. She made a separate bucket for the legs; treats the dogs would appreciate before working on dividing the prized meat.

The best cuts would be for Siddgeir alone; the rest were for the court. Such was the way of life for them but she didn’t mind. She wasn’t a large fan of meat anyways. She knew sometimes Helvard seemed disappointed with his share, and the Legate would be allowed one good cut so he never complained but between Nenya and herself, whatever was left was fine. She had a habit of letting her own housecarl Rayya eat most of her rations anyways since she preferred potatoes and cheese.

She took her dagger and dug it deep against the ribs, cracking them open so she could wedge a wooden stick between them, cutting out the lungs. Her arms became stained and when she withdrew she could feel the Legate’s eyes on her and she gave him a smile. He only smiled back at her.

“Pity you won’t join the Legion,” he said quietly as she took a drink from his tankard. “Having a woman like you on our side would be a great honor for the empire.”

She dropped the organs into a pail that she would have to dump in the woods later. “Sorry, Legate Skulnar. I told you I swore fealty to Siddgeir and I cannot break that,” she turned the carcass around and began scraping the veins away from the marbled flesh. “No matter how many times you ask.”

“I know,” he remarked and he took another drink. “It’s just a shame.”

She grinned and continued, hacking away until she had the first cuts ready. When she came out to inform Helvard, her Jarl gave her a look. “You stink of blood.”

“Sorry, my Jarl,” she bowed and he rolled his eyes.

“Where’s the hide?” She went and fetched it, the head still attached and she brought it for him to see. He gave her another look. “The tongue is hanging out.”

“Apologizes, my Jarl,” she brought out her dagger, ready to cut it when he put up his hand.

“Do that back in there, you barbarian! You damn elves, I swear on the eight!” She ran back to do the deed before properly bringing it out. He merely studied it and waved her off. “Tell Nenya to clean that up. You can get rid of the head, it’s too small to interest me but keep the horns.”

“Yes, my Jarl.”

“And hurry up. I can smell your doings from here,” he waved her off and she could only smile, rushing up to interrupt Nenya and her piles of paper so she could help with the hides.

Between the two of them, three elk were finished and the cuts and hides presented to Siddgeir. He did away with the heads, saving the horns but when Kjersti was hauling the other four out to the guard house with the help of Helvard, he stopped them to check the kills.

He picked out one. “Cut off its head, from the neck,” he instructed. “I want that to hang in the hall.”

She looked at the massive beast; it was one she had killed with a frost spell but it wasn’t that impressive. In fact it seemed a little small but before she thought to protest, he gave her an answer. “It’s merely for show until you get something better. You should go kill a dragon for me… that would show up that idiot Balgruuf from Whiterun.”

She tried hard not to laugh in disbelief and when he glared at her, she quickly recovered. “I-I will need some straw and leather to mount it,” she replied and he gave her a look.

“Go pay for it, then,” he snapped at her. “And get it done by tonight. I want to wake up tomorrow and see it.”

She felt the corners of her mouth twitch. “Y-Yes, my Jarl.” There went her plans to catch any sleep that night.

“Good,” he looked at the floor and gave her a disapproving look before moving back to his throne, the white sabre and fox furs that made up his robes sweeping the floor. “And Kjersti?”

“Yes?”

“Bring me whatever loot you find from Embershard as well. The armory is depleting,” he complained and she bowed.

“Yes, my Jarl.”

“You’re dismissed.”

She obeyed, exiting the hall with the elk and Helvard fetched the pails of waste, handing them to her so she could go empty them in the woods near the abandoned tower, the snow that had piled up still difficult to break through.

She stopped when she stood on the path that allowed her to see all of the small town of Falkreath, looking to the mill where Bolund was struggling with strapping some lumber to haul and then to the smoke coming from the inn, the sounds of Delacourt’s flute echoing in her head. She took in a breath, feeling her nose go numb and she exhaled, letting it hang in the air. The sun was going down, leaving only hues of gold in the air and she found herself smiling.

She loved her Hold.

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This was cute, A!A! I actually had no idea there was a Legate there so I had to go look, ha ha. The more you know! I also enjoyed Nenya a lot. She always seemed like such a sweetheart!

Thanks again A!A~

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