Okay guys. I know this isn't as late as I usually post chapters, but I've been busy with school work :c Please don't kill me!
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Late at night, Loy finally returned. He stomped to the room and put his bed roll down on the floor. He knew that he should let Alese explain, but he was too annoyed.
"Where have you been?" Alese eyes were red, and her face was blotchy. His heart ached, he wanted to hold he close and tell her everything would be okay.
"I was with Danica" His head was ruffled again. Her lip started to quiver, and tears stung her eyes.
"Are you fucking kidding me?" she stood in front of him. Tears were now spilling down her cheeks. She pushed him out of the way and stormed out of the room. Seconds later he heard the door slam. Shit, what had he done…?
Alese was running. She didn't even know which way she was going. Her face was soaking wet with tears, running up the stairs, she tripped and head her head off the stone steps. Something warm dribbled down her forehead, she lifted her hand up, and it came back bloody. Attempting to get up, she felt a strong hand on her shoulders. Turning her head, a familiar face was standing over her.
"Vilkas?" she couldn't focus properly.
"Uh..no, Farkas…hi" Just then, he picked her up and carried her to Jorrvaskr. He was rough with her, not gentle and kind like Loy was…well, used to be. She was able to focus more when she got inside. Farkas basically dropped her on the floor; he then helped her up while apologizing. He then mumbled something about the blood dripping into her eyes.
"VILKAS!" Farkas' voiced bellowed throughout the hall, it made her skull sing with pain. She clenched her teeth.
"What, ice-brain?" Vilkas appeared out of nowhere, rubbing his eyes.
"Um, your girlfriend is here…I mean your girl…friend" He nodded towards the girl. Vilkas had a look of pure confusion on his face, and then he saw Alese cowering behind Farkas. Farkas was standing triumphantly in front of his brother.
"What?" He didn't look at her.
"She's hurt her head" Farkas grabbed her by the shoulders, and pushed her forward, a little too hard. She tumbled to the ground. Farkas' mouth dropped open, he mumbled and tried to pick her up again.
"Leave her be Farkas, you'll hurt her again" Vilkas rushed over to Alese and carefully helped her up. Farkas gave Vilkas a look which reminded Alese of when her mother told her to do her chores. 'Ice-brain' folded his arms and stomped off.
"Are you okay? Why are you crying?" Vilkas wiped her tears away with his huge hand. He grabbed some cloth and carefully wiped the blood away. For a while she lay in his strong arms and cried, her head hurt like hell, and Loy wouldn't believe her. Eventually she fell asleep.
Vilkas sat with her for hours, running his fingers through her hair, trying to clean the blood up. Maybe she'd had an argument with her friend? When he heard movement, he decided he should put her to bed.
She awoke a few hours earlier in his room; a smell of ale and mead filled her nostrils. Vilkas was reading something. Dragging his finger over each line of the page, maybe he couldn't read very well? She stared at him for a while, he finally noticed her.
"You're awake" He said gruffly. He stretched his arms and yawned.
"Uh, I know" Well this is awkward.
"I'm really sorry-" She started to apologize.
"How's your head?" He was still looking down at his book. Alese's fingers traced the wound on her skull, a small cut, but very swollen.
"It's okay" He looked up at her and smiled.
"So what upset you last night? Was it me?" This question made her eyes fill with tears, how could Loy even think that she would do something with Vilkas? He was far too old for her, and he was pretty much an alcoholic.
"I had an argument with Loy…" Alese told him everything, blurted out every detail. Eventually Vilkas caught on that Loy was more than a friend so he got a bit angry, but tried not to show it.
"He doesn't deserve you, you're far too good for him" Vilkas had a plan forming in his head. Maybe Alese would like him now? Or maybe start to? They both stayed silent.
"I'll go get you some breakfast, what do you want?" He stood up, and cast a huge shadow over the entire room.
"Anything but mead" They both laughed and Vilkas left the room.
A few minutes later he returned with a sweetroll and some freshly baked bread. She nibbled the bread, and only licked the icing off the sweetroll. Vilkas knew why she was so skinny and small. While she ate, Vilkas told her some stories about his adventures, raiding bandit camps, killing wild bears and even delving into nordic ruins, she listened for hours. Alese wished for the life of an adventurer, but she'd probably die within the first day.