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She smiled but said nothing more. Without her, she would have her business running again as she was the one who led the Stormcloaks to victory over the province. The poor woman wasn’t bitter about it like she should be but it still made her sad with guilt. She shouldered her pack and returned to her home, the fire in the hearth burning bright making her sigh.

She would leave tomorrow then and find whatever ore she could. For now, she was going to relax, happy that she drove a dragon off and had momentarily helped a friend. She earned her time to spend her evening de-stressing and she grabbed a book and a carrot, falling into her bed as the night began to cover the city.

She was asleep when her housecarl came in and up by the time she had gone to bed. She left her a few gold as her pay for the month and took off in the early morning towards Riverwood, the sky still dark and the sounds of the nocturnal wildlife echoing in the air. Halfway to the sleepy town a dragon’s roar drew her eyes up but there was nothing near making her frown.

She quickened her pace, running up the winding trail and the roar came again, sounding off the mountains towards Falkreath making her sigh. Damnable worms. She was hoping when Paarthurnax had taken over she would have more allies but still the dragons saw her as a meal. The Elder dragon from yesterday, in fact, was the first that didn’t immediately attack. It made her curious but not so much as to seek the monster out to see why.

She still wondered about the dead deer. Was it an offering? Or was it merely showing her what he was capable of? Whatever it was, it was odd.

She reached Riverwood and took to the Trader, her friends greeting her immediately and she was invited to breakfast which she happily took. They talked of the dragons, of the trading slowing down and of the new High King of Skyrim before she had to leave. Before she did, Carlotta grabbed her hands.

“Thank you for coming in,” she said. “Lucan has been a bit more depressed since the trading has slowed. It… It means a lot to us.”

“Yeah… Yeah, not a problem,” she said before Faendal came in making her leave the lovebirds alone. She looked back at the Trader, guilty, before continuing down the path to her home. Nothing else came to her and she was left alone, forgetting the problems of others until she came across Marcurio on the deck.

“You’re wanted in Markath,” he said as he gave her a note and she took it, annoyed. “Have fun!”

“You couldn’t have denied this?”

“Sorry, horker-butt,” he grinned making her glare at him. “You said accept all letters. So I do! As your humble, low-paid servant.”

“Ass.”

He only grinned and went back to drinking up her wine.

--

She had to bathe after the work she had done, the stench of dead goats and briarheart blood fresh on her skin. Of course she had been called to clear the roads of forsworn as the damned new Jarl of Markarth was too cheap to pay his own guards to do it. She got a measly hundred septims from the task making her annoyed but she couldn’t protest. He had given her gold, which she almost didn’t expect, and allowed to purchase property in the city which she declined. Markarth wasn’t for her.

Right now she had to scrub her skin and get herself dry when a roar drew her eyes up and she sunk into the water, watching the skies. There were sounds near of a fight, the roar of a dragon expelling fire all too familiar to her ears and she frantically looked around, not wanting to meet such a beast while naked when a shape came from the sky.

It’s body was bronze, it’s frame large and she dove under the water praying to Talos it wouldn’t see but the thump of a dragon landing shook her even in water and she surfaced, gasping as the Elder dragon was before her, golden eyes locked on her.

She stared as he bowed and dropped three bodies before her making her recoil in the water. She recognized them as forsworn from their ragged skins but without them they were just mangled flesh. She stared at the Elder dragon in a bit of horror and he bowed deeper at her, wings spreading as he did.

“W-What is that?” she asked and he leaned back up.

“Mortals were watching you,” he said and she gaped stared at him. “Their sticks were raised and their eyes full of bloodlust. They were going to attack.”

She could only stare slack-jawed at the dragon. She wasn’t surprised that she was going to be attacked by the forsworn as the bastards never left her alone but she was shocked that the dragon had killed them; that he not only did that but brought their bodies to her as if she was one of his brood or he was trying to impress her. She turned, shielding her naked body from him before she had no choice but to get out of the water.

She did so awkwardly, grabbing her rag to dry herself off before she started tugging on her armor. He watched her, curious, and she found herself flushing.

“Haven’t you seen a naked girl before?” she asked and he looked to her, his head tilting a bit. She sighed. “Never mind. Why are you here?”

He stared at her, breathing out making her turn at the sound and he raised his head up. “You were going to be attacked.”

“Yes,” she said, flushing still. “But what do you care? I’m a mortal. I’m the dragonborn! Why should you care what happens to me, as a dragon, what I kill and absorb?”

“I do not wish… for you to perish,” the dragon rumbled and she flushed even more, her cheeks turning red. She found herself stomping a bit.

“What do you want from me, worm?!”

“I am unsure,” he said, seeming to be embarrassed himself before he launched from the ground, dust flying up making her shield her eyes. He roared something though she did not catch it and he flew off into the mountains surrounding Markarth, going back to his claim, wherever that was. She stood, dumbfounded before hurrying back to the plains of Whiterun after she fully dressed. She almost wanted to go and ask Paarthurnax on what in the heavens was with his kin but she decided not to.

She instead made her way back into Falkreath to her manor by the lake ignoring Marcurio’s quips at her when she stepped inside.

--

Over the next few weeks she didn’t encounter the Elder dragon even after she went back to the few spots they met, her curiosity getting the better of her. She relented after a while and visited Paarthurnax to inquire but his response left her frustrated. He had merely stared at her a while before chuckling.

“So, that is how it is.”

“What?” she asked, glaring at him but he said no more. He merely sat upon the word wall reflecting on the differences of their languages until she got tired and left, giving him a leg of a goat before she did which he gratefully took.

Now she was back in the plains of Whiterun, the shadow from Dragonsreach stretching far to the mountains and she heard a roar from above. She paused and looked up, almost hoping to see the bronze dragon but instead she caught the sight of red and black scales shining in the dying sun. An Ancient dragon. She spit a curse and grabbed her bow, diving down into the tangled gold brush, hoping it hadn’t seen her but it did.

It let out a roar of almost triumph, pleased it had spotted a meal and it dove down, the furnace in its belly lighting up as it spewed fire across the plain causing flowers and bramble to ignite and turn into ash. She had dodged it, seeing its line of fire from miles away and as it passed overhead she aimed and let her arrow fly. It stabbed into the back of its tail and the magnificent beast roared and turned sharply.

It let out another rush of fire, her foot nearly catching as she dodged again and she held in her breath as she shot, missing it by inches. The dragon circled, coming back only to bring its body up and it hovered, its wings beating hard as it took aim and shot a blast of fire form its maw. This time she couldn’t dodge it completely and she covered her face as her body got caught in the fire, the heat intense making her shake but her armor saved her from melting. Her blonde hair, unfortunately, was caught and the ends singed a little and she hissed as the dragon took off overhead leaving her no time to try and get a shot in.

She decided to head up into the mountain, to try and use the terrain to her advantage when a roar tore through the air. It wasn’t like the Ancient dragon’s and she looked to see another dragon coming.

“Gods damn it,” she spat, the thought of having to fight two irritating her further when the dragon coming went straight for the one already circling her. The sun shone into her eyes blinding her from seeing clearly but as it came closer she recognized the shape. It was an Elder dragon. Her breath caught in her chest and the giant beast went straight for the more powerful dragon, slamming into it at full force causing the other to roar in shock.

The Elder blasted fire at its superior kin, his claws tearing at his scales and the Ancient dragon shook off its shock and attacked right back, the two circling each other before meeting, a fury of claws and roars echoing against the mountain. She could only stare useless as their fast motions left it impossible for her to aim and provide back up.

It didn’t matter as the Ancient dragon tore at the Elder’s wings causing it to fall and her to shout. The dragon went down, crashing against the ground and the Ancient followed, wanting to finish it off. She pulled out her bow, inhaling before she shot and her arrow flew nearly straight, hitting the red lizard in the neck. It howled but she kept shooting making it fly up and leave the Elder.

Her bronze savior didn’t relent, though, and as soon as it righted itself, blood dripping from its shoulder and wing, it roared and shot fire at the dragon circling. She ran to his side, her chest burning as she looked at him.

“Are you alright?” she cried and he looked to her.

“Shoot your arrows and use your voice!” he snarled at her. “He wants you as his meal, sister kin! And he will not relent until you or he is dead!”

She flushed but listened to his words. She grabbed her arrows, aiming as it circled again and she held her breath as she shot again. She got his wing and the dragon was forced to land, slamming into the ground sending vegetation and dirt into the air. She ran towards the downed beast, shooting arrows as she did and when she got close it reared.

It let out a roar that shot through her bones but it exposed its neck, the pain it was obviously feeling too great. She shot once, cutting into its throat before her last arrow was aimed at its right eye. She held in her breath, time seeming to slow, and she let it fly.

The dragon let out a screech but fell, the ground shaking as it collapsed. It breathed once, blood pouring from its mouth before it stopped and lay still, fire and blood filling the air. She merely stood back, breathing out as she did and once its scales started to melt, the bones collapsing she knew it was dead. She sheathed her bow and instead of going to loot the corpse she turned to run back to the Elder dragon who saved her, the soul of the Ancient dragon following her as she did.

He was up, using his wings to crawl but she met him before he got far, her arms being thrown around his snout making him stop. “You stupid dragon!” she shouted, her face pressing against his warm scales, his hot breath hitting her body. “You could have died!”

His initial shock seemed to lessen and he growled, the reaction making her shake as it ran through her. “So could have you, sister kin. Did you not think of that?”

“I’ve fought dragons before!” she snapped as she looked up, his golden eyes shining under the sun and she found herself staring into them, her grip softening until she was merely leaning against him, their eyes connected. She swallowed. “Why are you here? How did you come to my aid so fast?”

His shoulders rose then sank, a low sigh coming from his body. “I have been watching you, sister kin. From afar.”

She blushed making him tear his eyes away and he pulled up forcing her to let go. His eyes were on the sun, the shadow of Dragonsreach now shifting to become further away and he snorted. “Night will be here soon. It will not be safe in the open.”

“Can you fly?” she asked and he looked down to her before he spread his wings to test. His shoulder seemed to bother him, his scales missing from the cuts but he was able to hover before he set himself back down. She came to his side, reaching back up to touch him and he let her, his eyes on her constantly as she did. She found herself petting his neck feeling his muscles even from beneath his scales. He swallowed and she watched his neck react making her curious and she began running her hands over more of him, coming back up to his head where she looked into his left golden eye.

He continued to watch her, silent and she found herself speaking. “Will you tell me your name?”

He thought about it for a long time before he translated. “Your mortal kind would call me something odd. A serpent soul of the earth.”

“What is your dragon name then?” she said and he breathed out, the brush and flowers near her moving from his breath.

“Vithgolsil.”

“Vithgolsil,” she repeated and she rubbed his cheek, smiling down at him before a howl from the wilds drew her eyes up. “I suppose I should let you go, my savior. I should go back before a pack of wolves come and thinks we’re easy prey.”

“I will take you back,” he said and she looked to him.

“That would be a bad idea,” she said. “If the guards of the city saw you, they will try and kill you.”

He breathed out, thinking. “I will take you to the gate.”

“Again, they will kill you,” she said and he seemed to become annoyed. She found herself smiling before a thought entered her head. “I live in the woods of Falkreath as well. You could take me near there, if you’re so adamant.” He tilted his head and she gave him a warm smile until she realized he was confused based on her direction. “Do you not know Falkreath?”

“I do not understand that word,” he said. “What is a Falkreath?”

“It’s a Hold,” she explained. “South of here, surrounded by mountains and thick green forests.” He relaxed, a low rumble in his throat and she frowned. “What?”

“The Fog Forest. I know it well,” he said and she flushed. Of course. The dragons had their own names for things, they didn’t follow the mortal naming system and he turned to her making her look to him, her fingers still touching his scales. “Where is your nest in the Fog Forest? I will take you there.”

“By the lake,” she said and he lowered his neck.

“Climb upon me, dragon kin, and I will take you,” he said and she obeyed. It was awkward climbing on to him for he was a lot bigger than Odahviing was but when she had settled, her hands gripping his sharp black horns tight she found him more stable as he rose. She leaned down against him, his beating wings filling her head and he took off slow, the wind not catching her hair until he began to rise and fall with the air current, forcing her to shut her eyes.

“Tell me, dragon kin, where to land when you see,” he voice came through the wind but her eyes watered as she looked down and she found herself just waiting until she saw the lake, tightening her grip on him as she did.

“Land near the lake!” she asked. “On the south side!”

When he landed she was nearly thrown off and she yelped but held herself steady. He lowered himself down, giving her a worried look but she reassured him as she slipped off. He raised himself up, scales still shining in the blue twilight sky and she found herself watching him, blushing a bit.

“Vithgolsil,” she said his name and he his eyes moved down to her. “Why did you come help me today? Why are you helping me?” His tail twitched a bit and he began to brood, taking her words in. She found herself growing impatient. “Do you want something from me?”

“I am unsure,” he said quietly and she folded her arms.

“Are you unsure if you want something from me or are you unsure of how I will react at what you truly want from me?” she said and he went back to meeting her eyes, her words still rolling in his head. She pursed her lips. “Do you want me to be yours?”

“I do not understand your questions very well,” he said and she found herself tightening her grip on her arms before she stepped forward, touching his snout again. She leaned down, placing a small kiss between his nostrils and he watched her, curious. She moved, kissing his cheek, the scales hard and cold but she didn’t mind. He pulled back after a minute and his tail twitched further as he stared her down. She said nothing but she waited for his response.

“Mortals do that to each other,” he commented. “What is it?”

She smirked. “A sign of affection,” she said. “Something mortals do you each other when they like each other. Or when they are thanking one another.”

“Like?”

“Yes.”

There was a low grumble in his throat and he looked away before looking back, almost flustered. He leaned down, his snout hitting her making her yelp and a low purr came from his throat making her stop and he rubbed against her as if he was nuzzling her. She felt herself flush before she leaned over and pressed her cheek against him again, imitating.

“That it how we show affection, dragon kin,” he said, his voice running through her bones. “Your tiny licks are odd and more provoking than affectionate.”

She laughed. “Of course a dragon would see a kiss as offensive.”

He breathed out, his breath warm against her and she looked up, their eyes meeting and she found herself blushing as her heart beat a bit faster in her chest. He pulled back leaving her standing awkwardly before he nuzzled her neck, his protruding teeth sliding over her skin and she reached up, touching his jaw.

“I came to you, dragon kin, because I wanted to protect you. You defeated the World Eater and are a leader but your body is tiny and brittle,” he remarked making her flush. “Leaders should not fall before their underlings.”

She found herself looking up to him. “You want to become my underling?”

“The age of a single dragon commanding us all is over,” he rumbled. “I do not wish to serve Paarthurnax. I do not want to brood on mountains for odd mortals. But you, dragon kin, still fight. I wish to fight.”

She rubbed his jaw, her fingers scratching his under his chin making him purr and she rubbed her cheek against him again. “Having another dragon under me?” she mused. “You would come when I call?”

“I would be at your beck and call.”

“Even if I am not fighting?” she asked. “If I… just want to ride on your back or take in some affection?”

“I would be at your beck and call,” he repeated again making her smile. She stepped back, looking into the Elder dragon’s eyes before she nodded. He wasn’t lying and she found her cheeks turning red.

“Then I will shout your name to the sky when I feel like it and I expect you to come,” she said with an almost arrogant air but his respectful bowing made her regret her harshness. She opened her mouth, wanting to apologize but she realized it would be odd. He likely didn’t understand her fully anyways and she dismissed him. “I’m going to return to my home. Thank you for bringing me here, Vithgolsil. It was sweet of you. I will leave you to go back to your roost.” He nodded, pulling back but she stopped him. “But… before you go…”

“Yes, dragon kin?”

“Although nuzzling is a dragon’s affection, kissing is mine. You’ll have to get used to it,” she smirked and he tilted his head at her but said nothing, his wings spreading. She stepped back, allowed him ample room to take flight and he rose into the air, his great wings beating sending small pebbles flying and he took off around the lake, roaring as he did causing some of the deer near the lake to run in fright.

She took off back to her home, the walk not far and she entered through the door on the deck, the smell of a burning fire filling her lungs and she dropped her knapsack as she went to her bed. As if on cue, Marcurio showed up and gave her a look, his arms folded.

“Where were you?” he asked and she flopped down on her bed, smiling.

“Kissing a dragon.”

He stared at her before he rolled his eyes. “Okay, fine. Don’t tell me. Unless this is some sort of riddle. Are you sleeping with some Argonian?”

She smirked. “No. I have been literally kissing a dragon.”

He gave her a judgemental look. “You’re strange.”

“Says the man obsessed with horkers!”

“I jest about them! Not make out with them!” he snapped and she rolled her eyes.

“Whatever, Horker lover.”

“Dragon slut,” he snapped and she found herself laughing.

“Ivory whore.”

“Scale lover.”

“Fishmonger.”

“That’s a job, not an insult,” he snapped and she merely giggled. “Whatever, I’ll leave you and your lizard lover alone. Just don’t bring him home here for a date. The house can’t accommodate it.”

“Will you get lost already?” she said in a light tone and he left her making her fall back on her bed, thinking about what he said before her thoughts moved to the Elder dragon she now could call. It pleased her to have another dragon in her arsenal as Odahviing was getting grouchy about when she called him when she didn’t want to hire a carriage but she really found herself preoccupied by his affection. The nuzzling and how genuine it had been and it made her smile.

She supposed it was the dragon in her. The men and mer of the land didn’t beckon her as they only saw her as a means to conquer but a dragon wanted to serve her and protect her. She pulled off her armor and kicked out her blankets, curling in her bed. Everyone wanted her to protect them so for a beast of legend to be taken to wanting her safe… it made her cheeks red and her head light.

She fell asleep with a smile on her face. When she woke, she would call him and see how it went from there. She was interested in his roost, how he had been watching her and how well he fought. She found herself giggling like a child, the prospects encouraging and she buried her face in her pillow as she did.

What if she even came to fall in love with the dragon? She giggled at her silliness but her cheeks remained red and her heart light.

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That was adorable A!A!
This anon is eager for a sequel! :)

that was adorable on all accounts, bravo author!anon!

OP is late to the party but OH MY GOD was this an amazing fill!! Thank you sooo much A!A I don't even know what to say!

I totally ship these two like crazy!!

Ahahahahaha "fish monger". Sequel maybe? It's begging for one.

By Talos that was so sweet! I loved it! Aaaaah! <3

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