I walked into Jorrvaskar immediately smelling ale and metal. A few heads turned my way but then turned back to the two girls fighting. I felt someone tap me. I turned,
"Who are you?" The voice was coming from a nord with long dark hair and stern face.
"Alexander Mothril," I stated, "where do I go and with whom do I speak to join the companions?"
He grinned, " Altmer in the Companions?"
I answered, " Yes ,I hope."
He stared for a moment as if deciding how to react. Then he laughed, "I am Farkas," he turned and gestured for me to follow, " you should speak with Vilkas, my brother, and Kodlak, our Harbinger."
I made a mental that he had a brother named Vilkas and then followed him down some stairs into a hallway.
He stopped, " They should be down there, " he smiled "but by the way," his smile faded, "Vilkas may not welcome new recruits so openly."
I took note of that as well then walked towards the open doorway. When I stepped in I saw an older man that I assumed to be Kodlak and an attractive man that looked quite similar to Farkas, that I assumed to be Vilkas. "Who are you?" The nord I assumed to be Vilkas asked, rather angrily.
"Alexander Mothril, " I said, "I was told to come here to speak to someone about joining the Companions." I straightened up. Vilkas seemed frustrated and Kodlak seemed unsure.
"Vilkas, go test his sword arm." Kodlak ordered not breaking eye contact with me.
"We don't have time for this whelp." Vilkas practically snarled. Farkas was right about his unapproachability.
"Vilkas," Kodlak said, "I didn't ask you."
"We don't need an elf here." He puffed.
"You said it yourself," Kodlak sighed, growing frustrated, "we have open beds."
Vilkas huffed and stood up. He walked past me and I followed. He led me up the same stairs and then outside. He drew his greatsword and took a battle-ready stance. "Take a few swings at me so I can see your form." He ordered.
I pulled out my master daedric greatsword and mocked his stance. "Are you sure?" I asked raising my eyebrows.
"Of course I'm damn sure whelp!" He swung at me and I easily dodged it.
"Nordic brute." I laughed, jumping out of his way.
"Damn elf!" He shouted clumsily swinging at me. Again I easily jumped out of the way. I swung one powerful and he fell to the ground panting.
"Gods," he puffed, "you've proven yourself whelp." He stated standing up.
I grinned, "So I'm in?" I asked while putting my prized sword back in its sheath.
"Not quite yet," he said looking away.
"Is there a reason you will not look at me?" I asked frowning.
"I-uhm- no." He mumbled.
"Then speak to me with honor, Nord." I ordered turning his head up to me. He jerked out if my grip and scowled at me.
"No," he said, "your no higher than Ria here, High elf."
"That does not mean you should put aside common decency to look at someone when you speak to them," I stated, frustrated. As an Altmer that grew up around the Thalmor, respect and dignity was our upmost concern. I ran away when I realized that was not my life, nor my destiny. My destiny was to travel and adventure.
"I just-" he yelled, "I just don't like looking up to you." He offered calmer. I chuckled.
"Why are you laughing?" He asked angrily.
"You should have just said that," I laughed, "you Nords and your pride." I laughed again. He scowled at me.
"What made you want to join the companions?" He asked.
"So you can be friendly?" I asked sarcastically.
"Aye, you have to give me a reason for...elves." He seemed like he had some overall opinion of elves. I am to prove it wrong.
"Why is that?" I asked stepping back inside behind him.
"I-" he started, " I would rather not say."
I frowned, "It seems I am not the only one with a scarring past."
He turned to me, "Maybe we will both reveal on a later date." He grinned and winked at me. Was he flirting? No. Although Nords are to prideful to accept all forms of love, Altmer are very open to homosexuality. In fact I have bedded a few men in my life. I do not, however, prefer men. But I would be lying if I said I did not notice Vilkas stunning form. I was quite eager to see him under all that armor. Oh and the things I would do to-
"Would you like one?" He asked, snapping me out of my rather personal thoughts.
"What is it?" I asked glaring at the reddish bottle.
"Ale," he replied wiping his mouth after he had taken a rather large gulp, "don't you have ale where you come from?"
"Yes," I answered, "It does not look like this though."
I took took a swig and coughed. It was much stronger brewed in Skyrim.
"Careful, elf," he laughed, "or you'll be 'revealing' faster than you'll care to admit."
I slowed down on the ale. Although after about seven slowly drunk bottles, I was very lightheaded and it seemed like the world was spinning. I could feel myself talking but I had no idea what I was saying. I could see Farkas looking startled at something I said. And Vilkas looked shocked. "Woah..." I heard Vilkas, "...right now...lets go...here..." I could see myself rubbing all over him. He swatted me away. When we got to a more private place I lustfully kissed him, him tangling his now ungloved hands into my long hair and me pressing his groin against mine and grinding. I heard him again, "My room..." The world blurred out.
A/N: I am so sorry it took me so long to update. School is stressing. I'm out of school now and ill try to update more regularly. Thanks for reading
Alexander: Good day, please review. It would be greatly appreciated.
Vilkas: Oh and this is rated M for a reason -sexy look-...
Me: you two need to get a room. So, yep. Oh by the way that review button wants you... Click 'em... Do it...
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