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Fill: It's Still Ulfric 5/6
Date: 2013-08-08 01:52 pm (UTC)Once Ulfric had armour that fitted him properly, the Legate permitted him to take a small party of scouts or hunters every second day, so that the Quaestor could familiarise himself with the terrain. None of the men and women Ulfric picked were mer, and none of them were Rikke.
Rikke tried not to feel insulted or neglected - after all, it would be highly irregular for a Quaestor to take someone of the same rank on a scouting trip but given their relationship, and the fact that before his abduction they had been inseparable except by duty, one might think he would relish the opportunity to fight back-to-back with her again.
"Well, he hasn't spoken his mind to me, Quaestor Rikke," the Legate replied irritably, when Rikke wondered aloud why Ulfric was avoiding her. "The only one he talks to is that damned Housecarl of his."
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Galmar opened the tent flap and glared at her. "No. He won't see you tonight. Stop chasing him."
"It's not him I'm after, tonight. Walk with me, Galmar," Rikke replied in steely tones.
Galmar ducked back inside briefly, presumably telling Ulfric where he was going, and joined her outside again. "Make this quick. He needs me," he said bluntly.
"And not me? By the Nine, Galmar, does he think I ratted him out to the elves?"
Galmar sighed, and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He looked a decade older than he had just a few scant weeks before, prior to Ulfric's abduction. "Of course not, woman. But a man has to have some pride. He needs to get back on his feet before he can ask for a hand up. You know you cannot force a Nord to accept help he hasn't asked for.
"He tolerates me because I've always been there. You? You're new, you're different, and for you he needs to be strong and independent and worthy. That is going to take time. Lots of time. You are probably the second best thing that ever happened to him, after me, but you need to be patient with him. They stomped all over him - body and mind - with dirty great big torture boots. He's still Ulfric, but he's not your Ulfric - not yet.
"Wait, Rikke. Wait for Ulfric to come to you. If you push too hard he'll pull back completely, and that won't help anyone. Please," Galmar pleased with her.
"I - I need to think about this," Rikke stammered, wondering if that was a speech Ulfric had prepared for Galmar, or if Galmar really saw it that way.
"Take your time," Galmar said, gripping her shoulder as he passed her to return to Ulfric.
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Fill: It's Still Ulfric 6/6
Date: 2013-08-08 02:22 pm (UTC)"Galmar," Ulfric addressed his Housecarl a few mornings later. "Have you heard about the action down near Anvil? I have requested to transfer there, to be in the thick of the fighting. My Thu'um will be of more use there against the Dominion than here against the Healers. Or in the Reach against petty rebels."
"And have you spoken to Rikke about this?" Galmar asked pointedly.
Ulfric seemed to deflate slightly at the mention of his lover. "Rikke. I - no, I have not spoken to her, Galmar. I - I would not ask her to tie herself to one as deformed as I. And - it - it is for the best if we end things now. Before - before it gets ... difficult."
"Difficult for whom? You haven't given her a chance since I brought you back to her," Galmar pointed out. "She pesters me morning, noon and night for word of you, your wounds, your recovery, your heart and your head. She will not take this well. Or did you intend for her to join us?"
Ulfric looked alarmed. "And place her at the heart of the danger? Never, Galmar!"
"Ulfric, may I be frank and honest with you?"
"As if you are ever anything else," Ulfric muttered, nodding.
"She loves you and you love her. Stop being an idiot and let her love you."
"I ... must think on what you have said to me," Ulfric murmured, and left the tent.
He didn't tell me where he'd be going, or for how long. He's getting better, Galmar thought, approvingly.
*-*-*
Galmar went about the business of preparing for travel, occasionally glancing uphill to the fallen tree where Ulfric and Rikke sat, conferring privately. He hoped Ulfric wouldsee sense and bring Rikke - or stay here with her - because it was so much easier to look after his Jarl's son if someone else helped him do it, someone else with Ulfric's best interests at heart.
Later, after he had eaten, Galmar was on his way back to the tent when Rikke stopped him. She was pale and shaking in livid rage. She drew back her arm and slapped Galmar as hard as she could, staggering the bigger man. She was drawing back to repeat the action, but Galmar was quicker, grabbing her and pinning her so she could hurt neither him nor herself.
"I let you do it once, but do not think to raise a hand in anger against me ever again, Rikke," he said through gritted teeth.
"He'll take you but not me? Are you a better fuck than I am?" Rikke spat.
Galmar tightened his grip, knowing he would leave bruises there in the morning. "Do not make the mistake of thinking you are the only person who loves Ulfric - and do not make the mistake of thinking that my loyalty was won in bed. I've known him my whole life, you've known him barely a year. He needs time. Time to heal and time to remember who he was before the thrice-damned witch-elves took him. You did not even lift a finger to help bring him back!"
Rikke fought and squirmed, and finnaly got free from Galmar's grasp. "He and I are nothing to one another, save one Quaestor to another, now."
Galmar nodded sadly. "That's a shame. You were almost as good at looking after him as me."
"You leave tomorrow, I take it?" Rikke asked, all the fight going out of her.
"At daybreak, or so he tells me," Galmar nodded.
"Take care of him, for me, will you?"
"Only every minute. Rikke, maybe when this damned war is done, you and Ulfric might find some common ground again," Galmar said hopefully.
"I hope so, friend."
"So do I."
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Re: Fill: It's Still Ulfric 6/6
Date: 2013-08-09 03:44 am (UTC)Re: Fill: It's Still Ulfric 6/6
Date: 2013-08-09 12:17 pm (UTC)Thank you for the comment :)
RE: Fill: It's Still Ulfric 6/6
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