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-Rosey

Chapter 8

Two weeks had passed since Vilkas and Hana had left for High Hrothgar. Lockan had been busy with training the new whelps or running errands while the two had been gone.

"Do you think that they have killed each other yet?" Aela laughed as they sat the old wooden table.

"Nay, I doubt they have killed each other, though a dagger has probably gone flying, most likely towards Vilkas," Farkas mused.

"Aye, probably." Lockan muttered. He took a sip of mead from his tankard and looked into the raging fire pit. The hall had been quiet while Hana and Vilkas had been gone. No one was threatening to kill anyone, well apart from Njada and Athis. The two had been at each other's throat since Lockan joined the Companions.

It was Skjor that had found him with the bandits 15 years ago when he was only 11. He was tall for his age back then and had a little bit of height on Farkas. Now being 27, he was only just taller than the twin but still gave him a hard time in a fight.

At first, Lockan was very sceptical of the whole group of warriors being his new family. He never really liked Vilkas or Farkas when he lived with his parents and seeing them run around with Hana. He was just being a typical big brother and looking out for his sister. But now, since growing up in his teens in Jorvaskrr, he ended up being great friends with Vilkas and Farkas.

Kodlak, like for Vilkas and Farkas, was like a second father for him. He always went to him if he ever felt uncomfortable in the place or if something troubled him. Aela on the other hand, he admired her greatly. She had always been able to boss him around but he didn't mind. He knew that she had more experience through the Companions, and was an expert when it came to a bow. Sure he was hopeless at it, but he showed her up when it came to using a sword. He laughed at the thought of when he had managed to beat Aela in a sword fight, only to being rewarded with having to help Tilma around the hall.

The great doors that lead into Jorvaskrr opened, letting the frigid air from outside. Skjor walked through the door and closed it with a thud.

"Ah Skjor, back from you failed attempt again?" Aela teased.

"Oh ha ah huntress but I'm not here to talk rubbish," he said, his one good eye scanned the Companions at the table. "Members of the Circle, meet me at the Underforge in 10 minutes."

Lockan looked at Farkas with an eyebrow raised. Skjor hardly ever called for the circle to meet, only when it was important.

Lockan nodded his head towards Skjor, thoroughly confused as why Skjor wanted to meet.

0o0

"You can't be serious!" Lockan demanded an answer from Skjor. "Skjor, she has only been in the companions for less than 3 months!"

Lockan was fuming at Skjor, never had he ever want to choke the bastard in his life.

"Aye, I'm dead serious. She already knows of us thanks to him." Skjor pointed at Farkas who only looked down, his long hair covering his face.

"Lockan, it would be a great opportunity for your sister. She has proven herself to us and she said that loved wolves." Aela tried to calm him.

Lockan threw an icy glare towards Aela who backed off slightly.

"But you're talking about my little sister. The only family I have left in Skyrim who I particularly want to be killed in the hands of the Silver hand!" He raged, "I don't give two shits if she loves wolves or not, she is not joining!"

"Aye, we know that. But you saw how has been acting. She hasn't told a soul and has wanted to know every last detail about us. Isn't it obvious that she may want to join." Skjor argued, making Lockan think for moment at what the old man had said. It was true that she had been asking either him or Farkas about the circle but that was still no excuse."

He sighed and looked between Aela and Skjor. "Fine, but you cannot force this on her. She has her own mind and you cannot trick her into doing so." Lockan confirmed.

"Aye. We would never do that the young lass. If she says yes, I will be her forebearer, only seems reasonable," Aela nodded her head.

"I agree," Farkas said from behind them, pushing off the damp wall. "But my brother won't be happy with any of you if she decides to say yes, and knowing her, she will."

Lockan glanced at Farkas and admitted that he was right. "Aye, your brother said it has been nothing but a curse." The beast blood than ran through him did not allow him to have a restful sleep and the call for the hunt was always there, not to mention his wolf spirit judging his every action.

"So its agreed," Skjor stated as he clasped his hands together. "When she arrives back, we will bring her here the next night. Agreed?"

Lockan nodded, the same went for Aela and Farkas.

0o0

Skjor and Aela left the underforge leaving Lockan and Farkas behind in the dimly lit space. Farkas shifted and was about to leave when he heard Lockan clear his throat. Farkas turned and looked at the man. He had been good friends with Lockan since he arrived in Jorvaskrr and known him well enough from hanging around his sister.

"Of all people, I never thought you, of all people, would be alright with this whole thing." Lockan glared at Farkas who stood his ground.

Farkas snorted at Lockan, "I never said I was alright with it, I said Aela should be her forebearer if Hana agreed. I'm not happy with it but it will be her decision. You should know that I wouldn't be happy with one of my closest friends to become a beast and put into constant danger."

Lockan nodded and then looked at the ground, Farkas knowing that something else was on his mind.

"What?" Farkas asked with eyebrows raised.

"I want to know what's between you and my sister. I know that you two are close but Vilkas had seen you with her the night when you got back from receiving the shard."

Farkas stunned for words, he started feeling heat fluster across his face but only laughed, confusing Lockan. He should have seen this coming. "Oh right, that night. Aye I did kiss your sister, but mind you both her and I didn't go past that any further. I had tripped and we both landed on the ground when I taking her down to my room, we laughed for a good few minutes and she stumbled to her room. That's all that happened."

Lockan, eyes wide, stared at Farkas and chuckled slightly.

"I love your sister, but not in the way you think. What happened that night was only due to too much mead. She is too much like a sister to me and I wouldn't be able to do anything like that to Hana." Farkas laughed when he saw Lockan had relaxed, his shoulders dropping slightly. "Should have known Vilkas would be the one to have a huge fuss about it."

Lockan raised an eyebrow at the comment. "Why do you say that?"

Farkas only laughed more, his laughter echoing around the pair. "Haven't you seen the way he acts around her? The constant glaring and the snarky comments. He has done that since we were younger being around your sister."

"And what makes that any different?"

Farkas chuckled and looked up at Lockan, his dark eyes scanning the twin. "It means either two things. One that he just doesn't like your sister and tolerates her or," he paused, "Two he has an interest in Hana."

In an instant, Lockan started laughing, Farkas joining in. "For someone that is constantly told he is not smart, I'm starting to think you do have brains in there. And I guess that would make sense, he has always had his different ways in showing a liking to someone." Lockan sighed.

"Aye, you're not wrong," Farkas smiled. "Come on, let's go back to Jorvaskrr, this place reeks like the ratway in Riften."

As they made their way back to the hall, Farkas said quietly to Lockan, "100 septims if I can get him to admit it." He jeered.

"Deal!" Lockan laughed.

0o0

Another week had passed since their meeting. Lockan was starting to get anxious, constantly having to do something to keep his mind off his sister. 'What if another dragon attacked? She might have fallen off the side as well as Vilkas. The two may have killed each other already.' Lockan laughed at how stupid he was being. He cared greatly for his little sister, and never wanted anything bad to happen to her.

He wished that he could help her out with her being all high and might Dragonborn, but he wouldn't know where to begin. He felt horrible that he had sent her out of Jorvaskrr in an argument. Lockan knew that she would be able to handle herself but she was knew to Skyrim's foreign land and beasts, after only just returning.

Lockan looked up when he could hear the faint sound of two people arguing. 'And they're back' he laughed and got out of his seat. Vilkas was the first to enter, his heavy steps echoing through the mead hall.

"You're bloody sister!" He shouted at Lockan, "You can't say anything without getting a bloody dagger thrown at you!"

"That one is on you, you damned wolf! If you had kept your mouth shut and hadn't scared me, I wouldn't have thrown it a second time!" Hana yelled from behind Vilkas. Lockan looked Vilkas's hand, red swelling blisters covered his hand in a line, obvious that the dagger had been made of silver.

"You two sound like an old married couple," Lockan laughed at the pair, almost falling off his seat. Hana stormed over to Lockan, grabbing for her waist frantically. She stopped halfway, her eyes wide.

"Is the little fox looking for her dagger?" Vilkas smirked, holding it with a linen cloth, "Never am I ever giving you back your dagger even if it was my last day in all of Tameriel!"

'Not like you will be able to anyway,' Lockan thought to himself and started to frown. He looked towards his sister, her hair was a mess from the raging wind outside and blood covered her forehead. Her eyes were filled with, Lockan could have almost thought he saw specks of fire in her eyes.

Vilkas on the other hand, was not as much of mess as his sister. He didn't have his usual black war paint on and his hair was slightly tangled at the ends.

"Don't start you too, I don't want to have to send you on another trip together," He nodded at Vilkas and looked back towards his sister, "It's good to see you again Hana," He got up, and hugged her and slightly hitting her on the back of her head.

"What?" She questioned, her eyes trying to look innocent.

"You know exactly what, and I was hoping that you would have at least tampered with your attitude problem."

"I have! I only threatened to kill him twice!" She wined.

Lockan laughed and relaxed his broad shoulders. "So what did you find out at High Hrothgar?"