For the SkyrimKinkMeme, in response to the following:
I want a male DB. A Male DB who is MANLY. He is a MANLY MAN who only does MANLY things, while posing all MANLY, while all that watches swoon at his MANLINESS.
Now I want this MANLY MAN... to shriek like a little girl and run away in terror at something utterly ridiculous.
Bonus if his LI (Preferably Vilkas, Farkas, Byrnjolf, or some other male, but pick whoever fits best... or leave it gen, if wanted) is there when it happens and is all -.-" about it.
For maximum fun, don't google the title.
Liam Smythesson was the bravest, strongest, most powerful man in Skyrim. He laughed in the face of Elder Dragons, dispatched trolls without breaking a sweat, could demolish entire civilizations using only the Thu'um.
And yet, Liam was not perfect. He had a weakness, though it was a closely-guarded secret. It was, perhaps, the best kept secret in all of Skyrim.
That is, until one beautiful Fredas, out on the grassy plains near Whiterun.
That was the day that Liam's facade crumbled.
It had all started so well, with the sun shining down on their backs and warming them as they traveled across the plain. They were heading to Rorikstead, and it should have been uneventful.
But of course, that's when things go wrong.
And they did. Spectacularly.
One moment, they were walking along, and the next, Liam was Shouting.
"Fus... Ro... Dah!"
Vilkas dodged out of the way, staring at his Shield-Brother like he'd gone mad. And maybe he had. There was nothing there, had been nothing there. But Liam was panting, and the look on his face was something that Vilkas had to admit was akin to fear.
"Liam?" His voice was calm, steady. The sort of voice you use to soothe a horse once it's spooked. The sort of voice you use when speaking to someone you think is crazy.
"I'm not crazy, Vilkas." Liam was petulant, and his lips may have slippd into the barest hint of a pout, but it was gone too fast for Vilkas to notice.
"I didn't say you were, Harbinger."
"But you were thinking it."
"I might have been."