The Thief and the Hero
Fandom: Elder Scrolls Series (Skyrim with DLCs)
Author: Ahsoka1248
Rating: T
Genres: Romance, Adventure, Fantasy, Action, Friendship
A/N: This story is a femslash about a Dragonborn and an OC who is a thief and is also the sister of Brynjolf. It is partly inspired by Altair's sister's story A thief stole my heart, in that the OC thief I used is Brynjolf's sister, same as the Dragonborn Qassanda is in A thief stole my heart. So, this is a shout out to Altair's sister. Thank you for writing that story, this one would likely not exist without you.
Svalla, a Nord thief who was the younger sister of Brynjolf, second in command of Riften's thieves guild, snuck through the city of Solitude, utilizing shadows, buildings and walls to sneak past guards and intending to break into Proudspire Manor, a house belonging to a mysterious adventurer who had become Thane of Solitude in the past month. When she came to the door, she easily picked the lock and slipped in. But before she could take anything more than a single ruby, a female voice called out.
"Jordis? Is that you?"
A green haired Nord woman walked right into her as she crouched.
"Wait a minute. Who are you? What are you doing in my house?"
Svalla didn't answer, but merely spun around and exited the house, vaulting down the stairs as the woman came running out with her ebony sword drawn. Svalla vanished into the maze of buildings that was Solitude, cursing.
Two days Later...
Svalla walked through the wilderness, hand on the hilt of her elven sword.
"Get back," a female voice cried out.
"I can't wait to count out your coin!"
Svalla drew her sword, and approached. She saw none other than the green haired woman who lived in Proudspire Manor. She was backed up against a wall of logs, swinging an iron sword at some bandits as they approached. One of the bandits had a gash on his arm and a hole in the shoulder of his fur armor. A bandit lunged, swinging an iron warhammer overhead. The woman ducked under the blow, stabbing out with her iron blade. One of the other bandits stepped into the blow, bringing his shield up to deflect the iron sword. The bandit swung an ebony sword at the woman, who brought the iron weapon up to block. The ebony sword sliced clean through the iron blade, which Svalla guessed belonged to the dead bandit laying nearby. Svalla sheathed her sword, drawing her longbow. She set an iron arrow to the string and took aim at the bandit with the hammer. She fired, her arrow piercing his throat and dropping him to the ground. One of the bandits bit the cap off a vial with his teeth and poured the contents onto his axe, without the green haired woman noticing. Flame haired Svalla turned her bow to face him, but before she could let off a shot, the man swung his axe, slashing open the green haired woman's arm. The other woman cried out in pain, dropping the iron blade just as Svalla fired. Svalla's arrow found its mark in the bandit's side. Lowering her bow, Svalla drew her sword and tapped into her conjuration to summon a familiar. She lunged, swinging her sword. One of the bandits went down, her sword slicing through his neck. Svalla's familiar ripped out another man's throat. She lunged at the one of the three remaining bandits, wrapping her arm around his neck and driving her elven blade clean through his fur armored back. He fell to the ground as she twirled away, ripping her blade clean. She rushed the one that had the ebony sword, slicing open his back. She snatched up the ebony sword as he fell to the ground. She tossed it to the injured green-haired woman, who caught it. The woman's eyes narrowed as she watched Svalla. Svalla sheathed her blade, and then put her hands up.
"Let me help you. You're injured. I think you were poisoned. Let me help."
"I know you. You're the woman who broke into my house," the green haired woman growled, "stay back."
"Let me help you. I'm not going to hurt you."
Svalla poured a good deal of her energy into convincing the woman she had no ill intentions, which was the truth.