Disclaimer: I do not own anything created by Bethesda. The OC created for this story (Signe) is mine.
This was originally a fill that I wrote for the kink meme. It's my first ever fanfic, so I hope you like! Nice reviews are welcome! :)
Argis sipped his mead, his lips quirked upwards in a smirk of amusement as he listened to the drunken rambling of Cosnach. Kleppr rolled his eyes good-naturedly as he wiped the bar.
"So...you're a housecarl now eh?" Said Kleppr.
Argis nodded, eyebrows raised. "Yyeap." Argis took another sip before exhaling loudly and folding his arms behind his head. "Never thought I'd see the day, always thought I'd die with a sword through my guts."
"Heh." Kleppr leaned forward on the bar, and Argis noticed the 'I've-got-gossip' expression on his face. "I heard that our new Thane's a bit of a hottie. Tiny, too."
"Get out of it you dirty old bastard, I heard that!" Yelled his wife.
Argis chuckled, then chugged the rest of his tankard before slamming it back on the bar. "Well my friend, I'd best be off to my new home, Vlindrel Hall. I hope Miss Dragonborn keeps me busy!"
Too late: Kleppr took the opening. "Oh I'm sure she will, my boy...I'm sure she will." Argis heard the distinct sound of a hand slapping flesh as he exited, and he let out a throaty chuckle.
Beautiful or not, there was no way he'd get involved with his boss - the ability to do his new job well depended on having his mind focused on how to protect her, rather than how to please her in bed.
Standing with his back to the front door to Vlindrel Hall, he absent-mindedly tossed the key up and down in his hand, admiring the view of the ancient Dwemer city. He sighed contentedly, wondering how this new life would feel. He knew he'd miss being in the thick of battle with his men and women, and he'd miss the comradeship. He also knew he'd have a little bit of trouble accepting leadership of another; he was used to being a leader of men, but now that his left eye was blind, he was unfit for leadership. He was a very proud man, and carried himself with an air of authority and masculine grace. Nevertheless, he would do his best to take his new role seriously; to protect the Dragonborn. Dragonborn! What an honour, to work so closely with the fabled legend, the saviour of Skyrim! He turned around, and pushed the key into the lock.
Once inside, he admired his new surroundings before checking to see that his belongings had been placed in his new bedroom. He frowned when he saw the stone bed; even in his old quarters he'd had a nice, soft bed. He hoped the Dragonborn would take him journeying; he could earn some extra coin and purchase a nice bed for himself. A double bed, perhaps! He dug around in the wardrobe and pulled out some pelts and a bedroll, throwing them onto the stone bed. "That'll have to do, for now." He said. "What were the Dwemer trying to prove by having beds like that anyway?" He huffed, and kicked the edge of the stone bed. Of course, it didn't budge. He left the room, and decided to whip up a storm in the kitchen - his new Thane would be due soon, and she'd no doubt be hungry, just as he was. He hoped that by cooking something delicious, he'd make a good first impression. He liked to cook - he was no gourmet chef but his cooking was always tasty and nourishing.
After he ate, he sat by the hearth with a few bottles of ale, deciding that this spot, this chair, was his favourite new chair.