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The Ties That Bind (Minifill!) 1/2
Date: 2013-07-11 07:14 pm (UTC)_____
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.