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M!DB/Vilkas Post Marriage Celebrations
Date: 2013-07-14 11:06 am (UTC)-The legendary stag nights.
-The drunken reception party that ends in a brawl.
-Farkas giving the DB his own personal take on the shovel talk.
Re: M!DB/Vilkas Post Marriage Celebrations
Date: 2013-07-14 01:11 pm (UTC)Second of all: What is this "shovel talk" of which you speak, my dear Anon? I've never heard of such a thing.
Re: M!DB/Vilkas Post Marriage Celebrations - OP
Date: 2013-07-15 12:50 pm (UTC)Re: M!DB/Vilkas Post Marriage Celebrations
Date: 2013-07-14 11:29 pm (UTC)However as I am a creepy writer in a basement somewhere, I have no idea what the stag nights or the shovel talk is, if anon would kindly explain~
Re: M!DB/Vilkas Post Marriage Celebrations
Date: 2013-07-14 11:52 pm (UTC)I'm assuming the Shovel talk is just a 'hurt him and I'll kill you and bury you in the garden in little-teeny-tiny pieces' talk given by the best man/family/friends but feel free to correct me OP!
Re: M!DB/Vilkas Post Marriage Celebrations - OP
Date: 2013-07-15 12:56 pm (UTC)The stag night doesn't always end in being tied to a lampost but I'm assured that drunken nakedness is traditional.
Re: M!DB/Vilkas Post Marriage Celebrations
Date: 2013-07-17 12:14 am (UTC)The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (0/7)
Date: 2013-07-17 09:30 am (UTC)I'm going to go ahead and encourage anyone thinking of filling this great prompt to do so, because I can imagine a million hilarious scenarios with this group. My take was the one I've got the most experience with: small get-together gone off the rails.
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Ahem.
So it started because Torvar showed up one day with a staff shaped like a giant rose and a wedding ring he didn’t have any use for. That’s the story we are choosing to tell, in any case: it was all his fault. All of it. He’s proud of it so it’s alright.
The man had been missing for nearly a month, and right when Aela was packing up to go search for him again, because Shield-Brothers are Shield-Brothers no matter how many poor life choices they make, am I right, friends? Well, he kicked in the front door and greeted everyone with open arms. Or tried to, and ended up hurting his foot on those blasted doors that are far heavier than they look.
Now, the Harbinger of the Companions has some responsibilities, despite what some may believe, and in this case, it was obvious something had to be done about such profound lack of discipline, such disrespect for the honorable ways of the Companions, and about showing up after a month without any signs of life, carrying something that was clearly a Daedric artifact.
At least that’s what I thought, but Vilkas just sighed and shook his head and let Njada do the disciplinary punching. “Delegating is an essential part of my job,” he said.
“And last time the Vigil of Stendarr had to get involved, and those are a worse pain than anything our Shield-Siblings can concoct,” he also said.
What they planned, as it turned out, was to give us that one or eleven decisive pushes we needed to quit humming and hawing and finally get on with becoming the married couple we already clearly were. Or so they say. A staged emergency that ended in a real concussion we’re not going to discuss and an episode of my dear brother in law cornering Vilkas and being scarier than even a former werewolf has the right to be, and we were on our happy way to sanctify our union at Riften’s temple of Mara, and everyone rejoiced.
But first, a toast.
The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (1/7)
Date: 2013-07-17 09:33 am (UTC)“Another one!?”
“Yes, shhh, another one. Just go with it. Alright, I want to make a toast! To our own… two, yes, two Shield-Brothers, who are great, great fighters and great drinking buddies, and, erm… yes, that. To them!”
He downed his tankard in one go, among a cheering crowd, and the Companions rose as one to strike their weapons on their shields. Someone asked how no one thought to take their weapons at the door, and Ergnir recognized with dread the nasal voice.
Njada heard him too. She spun to face the Redguard man. “Because! We’re Companions. That’s why, you. It’s who we are.” Her speech was slurred, but her stance was steady.
He sniffed. “Who you are, right now, is a group of drunkards.”
He went down in a single punch. The Redguard’s wife jumped onto Njada with a shout and a beautiful diving strike, and a circle soon formed around them, goading them on as they traded blows and Farkas wished aloud they could recruit her. It truly had been a beautiful punch, thrown from the shoulder with a solid weight transfer, right on the jaw.
Vilkas grabbed Ergnir’s faced and kissed him, hard against a column.
Married.
Re: The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (2/7)
Date: 2013-07-17 09:34 am (UTC)“Hey, there.”
A heavy hand settled on his shoulder, and he‘d been about to ask Vilkas what on Nirn had happened to his face when he realized he was staring at Farkas.
Farkas, who had an impressive black eye, courtesy of Njada, and was now staring Ergnir down like the small and ridiculous thing he truly was.
“Hey.”
Farkas regarded him with a calm smile, his head cocked slightly to the side. “I know you’re a good man, Ergnir, who kills dragons and doesn’t” a hiccup “afraid of anything.”
Ergnir nodded, thinking on how nice it felt, his brain seeming bob inside his skull with the movement.
“But Vilkas is my best brother,” he went on, “and if you go and hurt him, or make him sad, I will make you afraid.”
He stopped nodding. Farkas wasn’t smiling anymore. “Huh?”
“I mean that I will maul you. You know, because I’m a werewolf? Well, I was, but if you hurt my brother, I will make Aela change me back and then I will maul you.”
“I think I understood.”
“With my teeth.”
“Yes.”
He nodded again, fast and biting his tongue to make sure it wasn’t a dream. Sadly, it didn’t hurt. He’d probably had more than it is wise. Farkas smiled at him again, so wide he squinted his eyes, and clapped his shoulder hard enough for it to hurt through all the armor.
The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (3/7)
Date: 2013-07-17 09:36 am (UTC)Before he could reply, Farkas hoisted Ergnir on his shoulders, and a tankard was placed on his hands. A circle formed around them and they were dancing, singing something about a maiden on her first wedding night. A bawdy song and not really appropriate, but Vilkas was part of this circle too, and he was laughing. Ergnir had never seen him dancing on a table before. Not even after the Cure.
It lasted little, as Torvar jumped on and said he knew of this one game, and suddenly people were jumping from table to table, from the tables onto the chairs, from the chairs onto the stools, and Keerava was yelling at them to get the Pits off her bar. Or maybe the inn. And then they were outside.
It was raining, again, and he bumped his head on the doorway because Farkas didn’t bother to put him down. In fact, he was skipping down the bridge with Ergnir still on his shoulders, until Vilkas told him he’d like his husband to make it alive to their marital bed. There was cat-calling and whistling, and clapping along to some song Ria was singing.
She was nowhere near as innocent as they had thought when she first joined. The guards called their names when they passed by the door, turning left because someone said they wanted to see the garden the Harbinger’s husband had grown. It was a strange thing for Vilkas to be proud of, he thought, but it was a nice garden, in any case.
“So many flowers! Let’s lie in the flowers!”
Njada was laughing and muttering, stretched out face down in the garden, moving her arms and legs in the mud like she was trying to make a snow-Mara. Farkas chose that moment to lose his balance, and Ergnir hit the floor with a wet thud.
The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (4/7)
Date: 2013-07-17 09:38 am (UTC)Curses and shouting and approaching bootfalls followed their trail of broken forest and stupidity, and Athis shouted back something in some language that was clearly not Nordic and also clearly incredibly filthy. Arrows and steel bolts whizzed past them, hitting the trees but miraculously none of them, it seemed. The said that Sai the Lucky looked out for the drunks, after all.
Aela threw back her head, laughter hoarse and loud catching and spreading like fire across their group. She was the only one still somewhat sober, not tripping on roots or cutting her feet on the rocks. Ergnir was slipping on the mud, bleeding from several cuts, bruised and sure to feel it well into the following week. But Vilkas ran at his side, smile wide enough to hurt, and nothing else mattered.
--
“That was spectacular!”
“Hold still, ice-brain! Why did you punch that wall?”
“The banner was taunting me.”
--
They were hiding in a cave that reeked of corpses and bear, strangely all of them together, in one piece. Ria was covered in blood, but it wasn’t hers, and if Ergnir looked a little closer, there was the outline of a bear lying in a corner. She was also strangely lopsided, until Ergnir realized it was him lying on the floor of the cave.
Someone lit a fire from the remains of a previous hunter’s campfire, and Ria once again surprised them with the variety of ways one can say “having sex” and then put it to rhyme. She danced with Njada until one of them slipped, and then it degenerated into a grappling mud fight, or improved into one as some might say.
The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (5/7)
Date: 2013-07-17 09:40 am (UTC)That’s when Ergnir realized they were back in Whiterun, somehow, not far from the Battle-Born farm. He was covered in blood and mud and it was still dark, so something wasn’t right: a single night could not possibly be that long. He looked around for the rest of the Companions, aware he didn’t remember how they’d gotten there. He spun too fast and nearly vomited, not for the first time judging by the foul taste in his mouth.
“Where in the – Ria!”
She turned to him with a smile, not wearing any shoes, and did a dance on the spot. Too graceful to be as plastered as him, he thought.
“Ria what… what day is it?”
Someone was racing, it seemed, a couple throw stones away, but he couldn’t tell who they were. Vilkas was nowhere to be seen.
Ria laughed, doubling over. “It’s Morndas, my friend!”
There was shouting, and one of the racers, who turned out to be Aela, was punching someone in the face. They’d been at this for three days.
He limped towards the river, and found his husband sitting on a stone, a dead wolf besides him. Torvar wasn’t far off, inexplicably hollering at the ground about his sore foot. Vilkas was looking at his own hands, but he looked up and smiled when he saw him approaching. He grabbed Ergnir by the middle and held him close, burying his face on Ergnir’s shoulder.
“Well, look who decided to remember me. I didn’t know you were so fast,” he muttered against his skin. Ergnir tangled his fingers on his husband’s hair, and would have cared more about the nonsense if he didn’t have Vilkas’ arms around him, his body a comforting weight against Ergnir’s chest, his lips dragging on Ergnir’s neck. And if both didn’t have erections to kill a dragon with.
“Now, what in Oblivion are you talking about, hm?”
“The race. You beat Athis and Aela before you fell down and vomited, and they’re fast, those two.” Vilkas bit hard his neck, and he inhaled sharply and shuddered.
He looked over to where Aela was helping the Dunmer up off the ground, and their new guard friend was standing off to the side, shaking his head but not intervening. Apparently that’s how Companions decided who was second best.
The night was warm and torchbugs flittered lazily around them. Ergnir rested his forehead on his husband’s, relishing the quiet, and kissed him, biting, licking inside his mouth. When Vilkas moaned, it was low in his chest, and he could feel it too if they were naked. Ergnir straddled Vilkas for better support and attacked the clasps on his armor, wishing to undo them. To think the man he was straddling was his husband, his man, drove him wild. He groaned in frustration.
Torvar picked that moment to wander up to them, smiling. “The banner and I have reached an agreement.”
The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (6/7)
Date: 2013-07-17 09:41 am (UTC)“Nooo,” a sob “leave the guard alone! He’s my favorite!”
“HOW CAN YOU TELL!?”
“I need you two to move along. Now.”
The guard had his face covered by his helmet, but if they could have seen him they’d see he was making the face one makes when confronted with a turned over cart full of cabbages that have to be picked up one by one, only for some idiot to crash into it and turn it over again. He was trying to herd a violently emotional group of people who faced down monsters and hardened criminals for a living and for fun, people who ordinarily had the organizational skills of an Argonian on Daril and were currently drunker than they’d been since last month, at least. He was doing it as well as a man picked for his job because he couldn’t run, fight or think could do, which meant that Torvar was climbing the roof of Warmaiden’s and Athis had him convinced he didn’t speak a lick of Nordic, “f’lah”.
It got ugly when Njada tried to set the man on fire, it seemed, with the extra exploding lights she’d acquired from the Khajiit under suspicious circumstances. The guard tried to grab her arm and Ria lunged at him, shouting about honor and sisterhood. She was missing half of her armor, but she had the hat that one drunk Argonian had stolen from a bandit camp on a dare.
Vilkas pulled on his arm and guided him to a dark corner behind Warmaiden’s, far from the noise. Ergnir tried to object, with a smile, about abandoning them.
“They’ll be fine. Ria once killed a charging bear with a stick, love, they’ll be just fine.”
“I’m not worried about them –”
The rest of his sentence was cut down by Vilkas’ teeth, biting at him in a kiss that only grew closer. And if the guards or a passing beggar heard them panting in the dark, they left them to it.
The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (7/7)
Date: 2013-07-17 09:42 am (UTC)Finally, there was some quiet.
Vilkas and Ergnir walked hand in hand towards the Mead Hall. The streets were awash in the cold morning light, silent and still. The training yard behind Jorrvaskr looked demolished; Tilma knew better than to bother with it right before they came back, and she always somehow knew when they’d be back. They righted a bench and took a seat on their favorite nook of the wall, their backs to the sunrise beyond. They’d seen enough of them together, and would see many more if the gods smiled down upon them. For the moment, they leaned on each other, enjoying the rare private moment in their busy life.
There was a crunching of stone under boots, and when he opened his eyes, Ergnir saw Torvar with his rose shaped staff, smiling at them. Farkas was standing to his right, wearing nothing but the banner, and Aela to his left, wearing nothing at all. It was fortunate they’d come back, still, because when she ran off nobody wanted to go looking for Aela.
“Guess what I forgot about!”
A groan.
He waved the staff and aimed it at a spot in front of him. They should have really asked him about the staff, they realized, when a Dremora appeared before them, smile showing off his sharp teeth.
“What!”
Vilkas jumped to his feet, reaching for a sword that wasn’t there. They’d left them as collaterals at the meadery when they showed up pounding on the door some time before the racing incident, now Ergnir remembered, too short on gold for everything they wanted to buy. The man had taken all their weapons, telling them to come back for them when they were sober and had the coin. He’d also said something about a service to the Hold, but they’d already had a barrel in their hands.
But there was nothing to worry about, as Torvar would reassure everyone over drinks when this tale was retold, because him and his drinking buddy were old friends, really, and the staff had been a gift from another old friend. Indeed, the Dremora carried with him not a weapon, but a cask of the strongest, nicest wine they ever tasted before or since.
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And that’s how the story of The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration ends, and how the story of The Rescue of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn from Solstheim, also known as The Time Aela the Huntress Punched All the Werebears, begins.
Re: The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (7/7)
Date: 2013-07-19 06:46 pm (UTC)I love this so much. I'm giggling and laughing, and loving the little details about all the different Companions, and Farkas' Big Brother speech and Vilkas, oh, Vilkas...
A!A I doff my hat to you.
Re: The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (7/7)
Date: 2013-07-22 11:46 am (UTC)Re: The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (7/7)
Date: 2013-07-20 02:23 pm (UTC)Re: The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (7/7)
Date: 2013-07-22 11:55 am (UTC)Re: The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (7/7) - OP
Date: 2013-07-25 02:48 pm (UTC)Re: The Marriage of the Harbinger and the Dragonborn and its Celebration (6/7)
Date: 2013-08-25 08:30 pm (UTC)I love this a lot.