Hey all! This is just going to be kind of a fluffy, sexy story with our lovable twins and their eventual lovely ladies. Hope you enjoy!
It had been a long twenty years at Jorrvaskr for Vacenya. She'd been dumped on their doorstep not long after she was born, with a note asking them to take care of her, and while the Companions were her family, sometimes it just wasn't easy.
The twins, Vilkas and Farkas, were a couple of years older, and while Farkas had taken an instant liking to her, quickly becoming best friends, Vilkas was another story. From the first moment she could remember, the two had fought, aggressively, it didn't matter how many times they were told to get along, it made no difference, the fights only getting worse as they got older, and both were more than a match for each other.
Vacenya had grown into a tall powerful Nord woman with long, dark, red hair, tied up in a neat but wild bunch to keep it away from her face and fierce green eyes that often became the hint that trouble was coming. She walked with the easy grace of a predator and new Companion's usually stayed well clear of her, finding her even more intimidating than Aela.
This all got on Vilkas' nerves. He was equally as tall and powerful, black hair cut just above his jaw line and silver eyes flashing dangerously whenever he saw her. Farkas was much the same as his brother, new Companion's often having difficulty telling them apart, but Farkas was slightly bulkier.
Vilkas got particularly upset when Vacenya was introduced to the circle, even though she knew they were werewolves anyway (having witness Farkas turn a couple of years before) and he fought for all it was worth against it. But he had been overruled and when she turned eighteen, like him and Farkas beforehand, she was blooded into the pack by Skjor.
It had taken them several hours to get her under control and even longer than that for her to turn back, exhausted but no less willing to come back with anything he threw at her.
They thought that both of them being werewolves would ease the tension, instead, it seemed to make it worse, poor Farkas often getting in the middle to break them up, arguing that he didn't want his brother and best friend killing each other. But both their senses were powerful now, simply sensing each other in the same room setting them off.
Two years on, Kodlak had had enough, and they were both seated opposite him, arms folded.
"Now, I don't know why you two still do this," The old Harbinger started. "But I have had enough. This nonsense has to stop."
They remain silent.
"You need to need to learn to work together, with the way your antics have been, you are lucky that you haven't revealed us to all of Whiterun!" Kodlak was normally a peaceful man and both of them had the highest respect for him as their father figure, but now, he was angry. "Now, I don't care how it happens, but you two are going to learn how to get along."
Vacenya refrained from rolling her eyes. "With all due respect Kodlak, I think it would just be easier if we avoided each other."
Kodlak's grey eyes flash at her. "You may think all you like Vacenya, that does not change anything about the situation." He shoots a look at Vilkas as well. "From now on, until I can see that you can work together, you will only be paired with each other."
Both looked outraged.
"Kodlak, you can't-"
"That is completely unreasonable-"
"She won't even trust me in-"
"Enough." Kodlak says calmly and both fall silent. "Aela and Farkas both got hurt in your last fight and I will not see it happen again. If no solution is made, then I will be forced to make a decision on who should leave." He gives a stern look to Vacenya, knowing that a lot of the problem came from her. "Something that I have no desire to do, but will if I must. Do we agree?"
They refused to look at each other or answer Kodlak.
He sighs. "You two are both adults now, I would've thought that you would start acting like it."
"Agreed." Vilkas says quietly looking at Kodlak.
Vacenya snorts. "Fine."
"Good enough." He nods. "The first mission that comes along, you two will be doing it together. Now, I suggest you play nice for the rest of the day."
He dismisses them and Vacenya instantly storms ahead, grabbing her two swords along the way and heading to the training area. Vilkas watches after her, his silver eyes dark.
Once outside, Vacenya found Farkas sitting at a table, flushed, his great sword next to him. He looked startled by her fury.
"Vacenya? What's wrong?" He asked, his deep voice full of concern.
She says nothing. As much as she loved Farkas, at times, the two were too similar, and right now, she didn't need a reminder. She approaches the training dummy and starts to hack away, Farkas, knowing better, stays seated, watching.
Vilkas came out not much later. He stares at her. "Good to see she took the news well."
Farkas looks at his brother, seeing the dark look of anger in his eyes, he was equally as startled. "What news?"
Vilkas sighs and sinks into the chair across from him. "Kodlak has had enough of the fights. We are to work together until we can come to an agreement."
Farkas's eyes went wide. "But that's…that's-"
"Necessary." Said Vilkas darkly. "She may not be willing to see it but this has been going on for far too long Farkas. We are not children anymore." He watches as she practically cut straight through one of the dummies. "We need to work this out."
"I am not denying that brother, but sending you two out alone, with no one there to break up a fight, should it happen…" He trailed off, a look of concern on his face for his brother and his best friend.
Vilkas sighs. "If that is what happens, then it happens." He looks as his brother with a weak smile. "Let's hope it doesn't come to that, eh?"
Farkas returns the smile. At least they could agree on something.
A day later, Vacenya found herself impatiently waiting for Vilkas at the doors to Jorrvaskr. They'd received word of a cave nearby that needed clearing of bandits and they had been 'volunteered'.
Vilkas finally appeared at the stairs and Vacenya pushed her way out the door, so he would have to hurry to follow. When he caught up, he gave her a sideways glance.
"We are meant to be working together Vacenya." He said.
"And we will be, doesn't mean that I have to follow you." She said, exiting the city, a slight snap in her voice.
"Technically-"
"What? Just because you're older? Or because you're a man?" She turned on him.
Vilkas scowled. "You know that the order has nothing to do with that. It's to do with our level of control, something of which you don't seem to have."
"I have excellent control."
"That's why I've had to stop you several times."
Vacenya snorts and looks away. "If I recall correctly, you're the reason that happened."
He grits his teeth and runs a hand through his hair, the argument going nowhere. "Fine. Whatever. Look, we are meant to be working together, let's not start this on such a bad note."
"I was doing fine, you were the one who argued." She shoves past him and keeps walking, Vilkas rolls his eyes and follows.
They walk in silence for a while, through the open fields of Whiterun. It was a nice day and the breeze kept the temperature pleasant.
"You wouldn't think that it would get colder soon." Vilkas says, more to himself than Vacenya.
Vacenya laughs. "What? This is what our conversations have turned to? The weather?"
"Would you prefer fighting again? I was simply making a statement." He says, keeping pace with her.
"Not used to walking in silence Vilkas?" She shoots him a smile. "You should be for such a mighty hunter."
He frowns. "We aren't hunting Vacenya, we are on a task."
"Same thing."
"No, it's not. Look-" He sighs, stopping himself, realising it wasn't worth the effort. She had always taken to the wolf side well, she spent a lot of time with Aela and Skjor because of it.
Vacenya notices his silence and finds herself unsettled by it. "What?"
"We've had the argument before Vacenya, I'm not going to get involved in it again." He says calmly.
She frowns. "You know, if you had listened back then, it would've saved a lot of time."
"I'm not getting into an argument."
"I'm not asking you to." She snapped with a frown. "See, this is what I mean by not listening." She increased her pace. He kept his temper down and followed.
They reached the cave and stood outside for a moment.
Vilkas looked both confused and worried. "I can't hear anything."
"Nor I." She says and sniffs the air. "There is blood in the air. Someone beat us to it?"
"Only one way to find out." Vilkas starts to head down. Vacenya does not follow. He turns. "What?"
"I'm not sure." She couldn't pin point what was wrong, but something was certainly setting her wolf on edge. "Let's just go have a look, I guess we'll find out soon enough."
Vilkas snorts. "You know this is the closest we've come to agreeing on something."
"Shut up."