There was nothing like the sound of a dragon in the distance to wake you up after a long day's travel.
Eren jerked his head up, startling out of his almost sleep (which would have been terrible, considering he was standing in the middle of a road), and let out a long sigh. He pulled out his sword, preparing for when the dragon inevitably saw him and attacked him. That was kind of what dragons did.
But it didn't. He saw the dragon land with a mighty roar, but it didn't land near him. No, it landed a good distance from him. He began to run toward it, seeing sparks flying, clearly visible in the dark. There must be a mage nearby. A mage definitely wouldn't be able to take on a dragon alone. Dragons were tough, and mages... weren't.
As the dragon came into view (a frost dragon, he noted), he saw a Breton fighting the dragon, dodging it's bites and attacking it with lightning magic. Lightening magic probably wasn't the best thing to use against a frost Breton was wearing heavy armor and had a warhammer at his back. Eren idly wondered why he wasn't using that instead of magic.
Eren rushed onto the scene, taking into account the dragon's wounds and the Breton's wounds, and readied his sword.
"Yol... toor... shul!" Eren shouted, feeling fire shoot out of his mouth at the words. The fire illuminated the dark around him. The frost dragon roared in pain and made to fly into the air, but Eren quickly jumped onto it's neck and drove his sword into the beast's head, effectively killing the dragon.
He jumped off the dead dragon's body, noting how quickly this one went down compared to the other ones. The battlemage must have weakened it quite a bit. He searched around for the Breton, smiling when he saw that the man was currently healing himself. He watched as the dragon's skin began to flake off, burning and rising up as the soul flew toward his body. He felt a rush of power as he absorbed the dragon soul, closing his eyes for a moment to relish in the feeling.
"You..." Eren turned swiftly at the sound of the Breton's surprised voice. The man was short, shorter than most Bretons. He had a surprised look on his face, his gray eyes widening. His hair was as black as the night sky above them.
"You're the Dragonborn," the man stated. Eren cocked his head. This man would be very attractive, if now for the scowl settling on his features.
"Ah, yes," Eren grinned and rubbed the back of his head shyly, "I am."
The Dragonborn was a rare person who was born with the soul of a dragon, but the body of a mortal. Eren had found out that he was the Dragonborn (or "Dovahkiin") when he killed his first dragon, and promptly absorbed the dragon's soul. The dragon souls gave him the ability to use the Thu'um, shouts that gave him various abilities, such as the fire breath he used before.
The Breton gave him a once over, and Eren could feel himself getting embarrassed over the attention. The moment was over quickly, however, as the man just shrugged and made his way down the road. Eren followed him.
"So, where are you headed?" Eren asked, feeling a strange urge not to leave this man.
The Breton looked up at Eren with a sour face, "What's it to you?"
"Damn, just curious. Not everyday you meet someone else on the road at this hour, let alone fighting a dragon," Eren said, suppressing his anger at the man's blunt rudeness.
The Breton ignored Eren.
Eren sighed in frustration, but continued walking alongside the short, angry fellow. Traveling together was safer than traveling alone, even if you were the Dragonborn. Plus, this road was the one leading to Falkreath, which was where Eren was going. Sure, he was going there on a thieving job, but hey, he had to make money somehow. And thieving was quick and easy, and paid even more than mercenary work.
A half hour passed, and the man still hadn't said anything.
"So," Eren said, gazing down at the man, "What's your name?"
In response, the short Breton just glared at Eren.
Eren sighed again and looked up at the twin moons. They were as beautiful as ever, large and bright in the night sky. It was perfectly clear tonight, stars lighting up the sky and an aurora clearly visible, although they were rare in this area. Eren had always loved the night sky. It was more visible here, in Skyrim, than it was back in his homeland. The skies were clearer.
"Levi," The man's voice startled Eren, making him jump a little.
"What?" Eren asked, hand over his heart, as if that would calm it down.
"My name," The short man turned and glared at Eren, "It's Levi."
Eren felt an odd little surge of joy well up in him, and smiled happily. Levi. The name suited him perfectly.
"My name's Eren," Eren said, smiling. The Breton, Levi, ignored him, as Eren expected by now.
The next hour passed pleasantly, walking in silence, except for the occasional comment from Eren, which went ignored and unacknowledged. The sun was beginning to rise, and Eren could feel his stomach rumbling. He got a cheese slice out from his bag and cut it in half with a knife he had been carrying, offering half to Levi.
Levi stared at the cheese for a moment, "Was that knife clean?" he asked.
"Yep," Eren said, popping the p, "I only use it for food, if that's what you're asking. I haven't killed anyone with it."
Levi warily took the piece of cheese. Eren could understand his wariness. It could easily be poisoned or something like that, Eren supposed.
Eren began to munch on his cheese, sighing happily at the full feeling it gave him. He also had some bread on him, but that was all the food he had and he still had about an hour before he got to Falkreath. He would save the bread for later.
Ten minutes later, Eren's feet began to hurt. He hadn't taken a break since, what, noon? It was in the early hours of the morning now. Eren knew he needed to take a break after walking for so long, but he also knew that Levi would most likely keep walking. He didn't know why, but the thought made him sad.
However, Eren was pretty sure if he didn't take a break his feet would start bleeding, so he sat down on a nearby rock. As Eren expected, Levi kept on walking. Eren sighed, missing the silent companionship already as he watched Levi's figure get even smaller than before.
He sat there for an hour or so, watching the colors in the sky change and massaging his aching feet, feeling a sort of anger arise in his chest as Levi. He had saved the man's live and given him food, and he just leaves him as soon as he can. Sure, Eren's met plenty of people on the road, but Levi...
Well, Eren wasn't quite sure. Deciding he'd been sitting around long enough, Eren got up, stretched, and continued on his way to Falkreath.
A/N: Posting this on AO3 too! Don't get offended but I debated posting it here at all tbh my thoughts were: "Do people still use or has everyone switched to AO3... fuck it lmao"