White Wolf of Windhelm

Chapter 2

Hiding and Hunting

"Viktor Stormcloak…" Farkas awed as Viktor waved his hand.

"It's just Viktor now, Farkas." The blond Nord frowned as Farkas continued to stare. "And yes, before you ask," he sighed, "I've slain five dragons." Viktor pulled a small necklace out of his pocket and slid it across the table.

Farkas handled the jewelry with surprisingly gentle hands. The whole necklace was made with dragon scales and hide. Multiple colors adorned it near the clasp and a strange wolf medallion hung from the end.

"Hircine gave it to me." Viktor said after downing another cup of mead. "Not long after my cousin's betrayal of his own bloodline…"

"Betrayal?" Vilkas growled lowly as Viktor curtly nodded once.

"Aye, that's why I'm here." Viktor paused and glanced off at the rest of the Companions. "I was with Ulfric a few days before he was captured. He tried to kill me because of this curse…" He reached out and took the medallion from Farkas subsequently to hand it to Vilkas. "He learned of my werewolf blood and how close I had become to Hircine to stop him."

"To stop the Stormcloak movement?" the hall grew silent and Viktor nodded.

"I don't support the empire, but my cousin's vision is no better my friends."


For many weeks, the only Companions that trusted Viktor were Farkas, Vilkas, and Kodlak. On several occasions both Vilkas and Viktor could be seen seeking out Kodlak's advice or his company in general. It was in this time Viktor admitted he was a wanted man and that any had tried to bring him down on his journey to Whiterun including members of the Dark Brotherhood and the Thieves Guild.

"I don't blame Brynjolf." Viktor sighed as he tapped his fingers against his stein. Vilkas caught the slight glimmer in his eyes as did Kodlak. "He's a good man trying to make do with the treachery collapsing the Guild from the inside."

"Did you seek him out for protection?" Vilkas asked as Viktor ran his ringed hand through his dirty blonde hair.

"Aye, I did." A bit of hurt showed briefly in his eyes, "Brynjolf and I have known each other for many years. We met in the Bee and Barb one Turdas. It was more of a drunken fight than an actual meeting." Viktor laughed. "The bastard beat me."

"Why would he break such a strong bond?" Vilkas felt himself drawn in by the older Nord's story and how he managed to match his facial expressions with it.

"Bryn and I became more than just friends and great thieves." Viktor coughed and rested his hand on the small table. An enhanced pickpocketing ring gave off a soft green glow. "I was more to him than I realized and I ruined it."

"The ring..."

"He gave it to me to keep my skills matched with other members of the Guild." Kodlak watched as the man twisted the ring with one of his fingers. "Things changed after Brynjolf discovered a traitor in their midst. He was colder to me and then came wind from another member that he thought it was me." He stopped his story when Tilma approached.

"Viktor, you must clean your wounds." The woman smiled softly and placed a bucket between his feet. She didn't wait to hear if Viktor needed anything else because Najida was carrying Skjor down the stairs with Alea at his other side.

"Lover's quarrel?" Viktor laughed lightly and Vilkas hung his head slightly to avoid any eye contact. "Never mind brother, back to my story."

Vilkas listened to the man talk long into the night. Kodlak moved them in the wee hours of the morning so he himself could rest. Vilkas opened the door to his bedroom and found Viktor had brought another bucket of water to clean his wounds.

"Let me help you." Vilkas stated as evenly as possible.

Viktor nodded for his arms to tired and flimsy from drinking. "Brynjolf and I were to be wed before the news of a traitor came about."

Vilkas paused in mid scrub, "I'm sorry to hear that brother." He grunted and continued to scrub the dirt away from Viktor's chest wounds.

"Aye, maybe Mara has shunned me because of my ties to Hircine." Viktor frowned as Vilkas glanced up at him. "But you brother, can rid yourself of this curse. Then I'm sure Mara will bless you with the gift."

Vilkas smirked and coaxed the dirt out of Viktor's arm hair and motioned for him to continue his story. "The tension between us eased enough where we rekindled our friendship. Then my battle with Ulfric tested him yet again." Viktor frowned and turned his head away from Vilkas. "The price on my head in Windhelm is enough to make kings and queens across the lands jealous." He exhaled and Vilkas brushed his own hair away from his eyes. "I wasn't surprised when Bryn said he was giving me up."

"He what?" The small wash cloth dropped into the bucket with a sopping sound. "How could he trade you?"

Viktor smiled and returned his gaze back to Vilkas. "Bryn had a change of heart brother." He wiped an unshed tear from his eye. "At the last moment, he led me away from the Riften guards and told me to run." Viktor stilled Vilkas's hand from scrubbing. "And I never looked back."

"Does a part of you still…" Vilkas stopped. He felt like the inquisitive little boy Farkas was when they were children.

"A part of me still harbors feelings for the man." Viktor stood slowly and handed Tilma the bucket when she passed by Vilkas's door. "But I won't allow myself to feel that way about another ever again." Vilkas moved to the side so he could slip into the spare bed. "I'll just have to accept Mara's choice for me." Viktor covered his brief pain with a smile. "I am tired Vilkas, I'll continue my story tomorrow."


"Ah Viktor," The blonde shivered at the sound of Brynjolf's voice so close to his ear. "You've only been with a lass." He nodded and tensed slightly as Brynjolf gently dragged his palm down to Viktor's lower back. "Don't worry". His voice soothed Viktor as he felt Brynjolf's hand shift around the water of the small pool.

It was a burglary job Delvin had found for Bryn a few days before. The mission was to steal several gold items strewn about a bandit camp outside of Markarth.
Both men had stopped by the pool to bathe and relax after managing to take down two giants and a mammoth.

Viktor tensed at the slight intrusion of Brynjolf's finger. "Relax Vi, I'm only trying to help you…"

Viktor nodded and willed himself to relax. He groaned shamelessly as Brynjolf added a second and then a third finger and huffed when the master thief stilled his hips with his free hand.

"You're so eager Lad." Viktor moaned as Brynjolf quickly turned the semi incapacitated man around and pressed his back into the rock wall. "Shall we?"

Viktor nodded and Brynjolf speedily grasped Viktor's hips in his hands while the blonde Nord fisted his hands in Brynjolf's short red hair.

"Bryn!" His throat was hoarse as he cried out over and over again. Brynjolf smirked as Viktor threw his head back and continued to moan. "Please Bryn.. Please I…"

"Has it been that long Lad?" Viktor nodded and grasped the man's shoulder in one hand while shamelessly touching himself with the other." Oh Vi… I.."


Viktor gasped as she tensed underneath his bed sheets. He hadn't dreamt about his first time with Brynjolf in years.

"Viktor, are you alright?" Vilkas asked as he rolled over. Viktor nodded and wiped the sweat from his brow and hoped his arousal wasn't visible.

"Yes brother, I am fine." He said shakily as he shifted to his opposite side again. "I'm sorry to have woken you."


1,331 words without this addtion. I don't know how you guys will take the additon of Brynjolf into this but I felt it was better than making it primarily Vilkas and Farkas based. yes, my horrible slash skills have come back. :/