Adventures in Skyrim with Kolfanna! (Would like to add that I imagine Vilkas the way he looked in mali0723's Vilkas replacer on Nexus so check it out if you want to venture into my mind)

This episode: Vilkas goes out without a Shield-Sibling

"Vilkas, I need you to give me your armor," I said.

"Here," he replied, handing me his Dwarven armor off the floor.

"Not this armor," I informed him, "The armor you're wearing."

His face red, he asked, "Why do you need it?"

I rolled my eyes.

"I need to clean them," I told him, "You do know we're married and I've seen every side of you, mentally and physically?"

He chuckled and left the room.

When he returned, he was wearing regular clothes.

"You're not gonna run around without a shirt for an hour this time?" I asked as I placed his armor in the washtub to carry it outside.

"N-No," he stammered.

I eyed him suspiciously before heading out the door to soak his armor.

When I left it out to dry and returned inside, I approached him from behind.

"Vilkas, why is there blood on the back of your shirt?" I asked.

He turned around quickly, his face red.

"You weren't supposed to know about that," he said.

"Up to the bedroom. Now."

I took his hand and dragged him up to the bedroom.

"Take off your shirt," I demanded.

Looking defeated, he removed his top.

I saw what seemed to be a slash from a greatsword.

"Vilkas, did you go out without a Shield-Sibling again?"

"Kolfanna, I-"

"No, Vilkas. Did you go out without a Shield-Sibling?"

He nodded slowly.

I slapped his shoulder.

"I told you not to do that. Every time you do, you add a scar to your back!" I scolded, walking downstairs to wet a washcloth.

"Kolfanna, please."

"No, Vilkas. Stop talking."

I took the wet washcloth and started cleaning the wound. He winced at my touch.

"Vilkas, don't do that ever again," I said, taking a bandage and putting it on his back.

He chuckled slightly.

"Yes, dear."

"Don't laugh at me," I whined.

This made him chuckle more.

I poked him slightly, as this slightly agitated him.

"Hey!" he exclaimed.

I giggled as he poked my shoulder.

Soon, we ended up upstairs and Vilkas was attacking me with tickles as I tried to run away.

"Vilkas, I will not hesitate to shout at you! Stop!" I laughed.

He incessantly continued.

Though I wasn't serious about shouting at him, his tickles cause me to accidentally shout, "Fus ro dah!"

Vilkas was flung across the room, along with the blanket from the bed and a bowl on the table.

"Oops," I giggled, "Did I hurt you, baby?"

He shook his head and chuckled as he stood.

I stood and walked over to him.

As he hugged me, I rested my head on his shoulder.

"I really didn't mean to shout at you," I said.

"Sure," he chuckled sarcastically.

(A/N: Hellu and welcome to another series! This, as you can see from the title, is a Skyrim fic which will consist of several short stories. Not sure if they'll all be connected, but the majority will be. Hopefully you enjoy! Bai!)