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Chapter 13:
"How has Hana put up with you?" Farkas asked Grace. They were sitting in his room at his small bar sipping on their own bottles of mead.
"Why are you asking me? She is nearly as bad." Grace laughed, stray hair falling over her face.
Since meeting in the inn, the two have been close ever since. Frequently sending letters to each other, mainly on what events each other had been up to and the updates between Vilkas and Hana.
"So what's the next step for Hana and Vilkas? Leave them alone in Jorvaskrr?" Grace smirked and took a sip from her bottle. Farkas had to admit, she was a cute little Breton and had a fiery attitude, which he couldn't understand how she could be such a good thief. She had already stolen half of his gold, in which he had caught her out on but all in fun and games.
"Either that or lock them in Breezehome," Farkas scoffed.
"Aye, now tell me Farkas, anyone got your eye lately?" Grace asked with a wink.
Farkas could feel his face turning red slightly but laughed it off, "Do you even think before you say anything?"
"Nay, never have, now tell me."
"Nay, no one in particular at the moment," he lied ", too busy running around after Hana and her Dragonborn business. And what of you?"
Grace played with her hair for a few seconds before answering with a shrug, "There is this one Nord that I have to admit, I am very interest in. He's tall, has perfect green eyes, red hair and damn a gorgeous smile…" Grace's face suddenly went red, "Shit, I'm blabbering too much."
Farkas burst into laughter at her describing the Nord. "He doesn't by chance have an accent that different accent than most?"
Graces eyes darted toward him, eyes wide, "How did you know?"
"So you're chasing after Brynolf eh? Always thought he was in the Thieves Guild," Farkas said while sipping on his mead. "I may be the dumb one here at Jorvaskrr, but I'm not blind." He stood up from his seat as he heard his brother approaching in the hallway.
He leaned walked around the corner and greeted his brother with a smile. "What did the old man want brother?" he asked still with the smile on his face.
"He wanted to know about Hana's condition and giving me new task. Have to go to Falkreath, and Kodlak wants Hana to come with if she is up for it." Vilkas said while pinching the bridge of his nose.
"OOH! A field trip alone with Hana, I wonder what you two will get up to!" Grace laughed from behind the brothers, the sound of wood hitting the stone and laughter echoed along the walls.
"Do you want me to tell Hana that I had to pay for your fines and that you should be cleaning with Tilma?" Vilkas growled.
"Good to see you two are getting along well," Farkas sighed and looked back at his brother, "When do you plan on leaving?"
Vilkas shrugged his shoulders at Farkas, "When Hana feels up to it, so mostly likely in two days. She isn't meant to do anything for a week but you know how she is. Her brother will probably get pissed with her"
"Very true brother." Farkas nodded in agreement and looked back towards Grace who was still on the floor sipping from her mead bottle, that had surprisingly hadn't spilt everywhere.
"Get your arse up Grace, you're coming out hunting for a bit." Vilkas demanded from in front of Farkas. He nodded in agreement. It was a nice pass time the brothers had done while either bored or wanting to get away from the hall.
"Do I have to go? I suddenly feel very ill." Grace placed her hand her forhead, flickering her eyes shut.
"Aye, otherwise I find a damned bird and throw one at you," Vilkas snorted. Farkas laughed at the comment, fully knowing how much of a threat that was to the little Breton. Farkas noticed Grace's body tense at the word 'bird'.
"You wouldn't," she cooed with an eyebrow raised.
"He would, now grab your daggers." Farkas huffed and hilted his sword onto his back, walking out of the room joining his brother.
It took less than half a minute for the little Breton to be equipped with her weapons and walking out the door with an angered face.
Walking down the hall, Farkas noticed how relaxed his brother had become. His shoulders weren't as stiff as they usually were and his fists were un clenched, which was a first in a long time. It was good to for Farkas to see that his brother was happy.
The brothers hadn't really had anyone close to them as such since they're 'father' left them at Jorvaskrr to join the war. Jorgan had rescued the two twins when they were young from a circle of Necromancers. Farkas always looked at Jorgan as a father figure, unsure if he actually was their father but none the less, he knew that Vilkas had a strong hate for the man that is probably long dead somewhere.
As they walked down the, Njada was walking down to her room in the whelps quarters. "Were did you pick this Breton whore from Farkas? From the Bannered Mare?" Njada snickered, "Didn't think you would go so low since the dragonborn is already taken. Oh the 'poor' thing Hana, thinking that she is so high and mighty cause she is the dragonborn, thinking she is so hard done by."
"Watch your tongue Njada," Vilkas warned the pig headed whelp while crossing his arms.
"We all know it's true Vilkas, your brother has been jealous the whole time and has resorted to being with a sluttish Breton, not to mention that you think that you can stay with Hana. She will probably be dead in few weeks."
Farkas turned and looked down to Grace who had a snarky smile on her face. She walked straight past him and up to Njada. Her stance strong but agile.
"Njada sweetheart, do you want to know something. You can insult me all you want, it just goes straight over my head but no one, ever, insults my friends." Grace spat in her face.
"Fight me you bitch," Njada retorted back, her fists raised.
"Gladly," Grace smiled at the Nord.
"This won't be a fair fight," Vilkas whispered to Farkas, who nodded in response.
Grace stood back with her arms crossed in front of her with an eyebrow raised. Njada was the first to swing at Grace, but she avoided each hit by ducking slightly or stepping to the side. When Njada recoiled her arms back, Grace stepped in.
Farkas couldn't believe how quick she was. Grace had lunged at Njada, her right fist punching Njada in the stomach, making her stumble and curl over slightly. While she was winded, Grace jabbed her in the throat and kicked Njadas' feet out from under her.
Grace stood with her hands on her hips, looking down at the winded Nord. "Now what were you saying Njada?" Grace spat at the Nord, who only grumbled in response while getting up.
As the group walked out of Jorvaskrr and towards the gates of the city, Farkas laughed at how Grace easily took down Njada. "I now understand why Hana calls you Mighty Midget," Farkas laughed.
"Aye, same here. I haven't seen anyone take down Njada like that before. I have to say, your fighting style is very similar to Hana's. How did you guys learn to fight like that?" Vilkas nodded in agreement.
"Vilkas, it is not show and tell," Grace winked back at him, "But Hana and I did learn it from when we were travelling."
Farkas nodded in response as they walked over the bridge past Warmaidens. As the guards opened the gates, one turn to his brother. "Companion, I need to ask you to be quiet at night. I swear I could hear something howling in the hall of Jorvaskrr like a damned wolf."
Grace snickered slightly next to Farkas who just dipped his head with a slight smile.
"Aye, won't happen again," Vilkas sighed while pinching the bridge of his nose.
They walked across the draw bridge and headed towards the plains surrounding Whiterun, its brown grass swaying in the slight breeze. Farkas couldn't have asked for a nicer place to live. The holds plains had so much life and beauty to them that he could just set up camp for the night and stare at the stars some nights.
Remembering back, him and Vilkas would often stay out in the plains when they were old enough to do so. That 3 years after Hana had left that they started going outside of the walls of the city and ventured the plains. They would more often than not end up saving each other from different animals or dangers.
"So what exactly are we doing?" Grace interrupted the silence.
"Looking for somewhere to hide your dead body," Vilkas scoffed.
Farkas over to Grace who was smiling, he didn't understand why though.
"How about a game of old fashioned hide and seek?" Grace suggested while crossing her arms.
Farkas raised an eyebrow, knowing that this was probably going to work in Graces favour.
"What's the catch?" Farkas asked immediately.
"How'd you know? Easy, if you can't find me, I can crash at Jorvaskrr anytime need be. If you find me, which I doubt you will, I might show you some of my skills. Deal?"
Farkas kept his eyebrow raised at the Breton and turned to his brother who had the same expression on his face. "Not as if we could stop you from crashing at Jorvaskrr but if we find you, there is to be no more stealing from anyone." Vilkas nodded.
"Fine. Agreed." Grace smiled from ear to ear and started walking off.
Farkas and Vilkas sat down in the grass while they waited for Grace to hide.
"She does realise that even though she might be able to sneak around, we are werewolves right?" Farkas asked his brother.
"That's what makes this so funny when she realises." Vilkas laughed at Grace's stupidity. Even Farkas could smell where Grace was but she wasn't that stupid. She had a trick up her sleeve for sure. "That should be long enough."
Vilkas stood up and started moving and Farkas shortly followed. They looked in the direction of the shuffled grass from being stood on.
"Careless, absolutely careless." Vilkas scoffed. Farkas could smell Graces scent, it was strong enough that he could follow it. Vilkas nodded towards Farkas and followed him towards where Grace should be. They walked from knee height to waist high grass, making it harder to spot the sneaky Breton. Piles of grey rocks were scattered through the area. She had to be behind on of the huge rocks.
Farkas noticed his brother carefully put his sword down on the ground and crept closer to one of the rocks, pulling himself slowly up. Farkas followed suit on a closer boulder and started climbing as quietly as he could.
A scream filled the air and then laughter. Farkas looked below him and saw that Vilkas had scared the poor Breton to Sovengard and back. Grace was laying down on her back in the grass, her hand on her stomach and one on her forehead. "Damn you Vilkas!" She laughed, tears almost forming in her eyes.
"You should have known you would lose from the beginning Grace," Vilkas smirked down at her.
"Whatever Wolfy," Grace laughed and stumbled onto her feet. "Can we head back now? It's getting cold."
Farkas rolled his eyes at his Breton friend, complaining out anything she can. "Oh no, it's our turn to hide. Give up two minutes and come find us." Farkas started walking in the opposite direction and Vilkas followed. He turned around and saw that Grace was looking down and cleaning her daggers while they hid.
"Brother, you think we can run to the Underforge?" Farkas whispered to his brother.
Vilkas's face now had a smirk and nodded. Less than one second later, the brothers were sprinting across the plains towards the Underforge escape tunnel. They heard Grace yell for them that she was going to find them, but by then they were already at the tunnel. They hauled each other up the ledge and walked into the Underforge with heavy breaths.
"How long do you think she will realise we aren't out there?" Farkas asked his brother, brushing his hair back.
"Long enough hopefully," Vilkas laughed, activating the stone door. "I'm going back to the temple and see Hana, hopefully she can come back to Jorvaskrr."
"Aye, try not to get to distracted on the way back," Farkas winked at his brother which received an elbow in the side.
"You have been around Grace for too long, you're acting like her."
"Just have a go at you brother, by the way I found another spider."
"Whelp, just get Grace to do it," Vilkas whined and walked off towards the temple. Farkas laughed to himself and waltzed over to the hall.
0o0
Hana sat on the edge of her bed in the temple staring at the potion in her hand. The red glass bottle glistening in what light was in the temple. "Hana, you have to drink it otherwise I won't allow you to go." Danica coaxed her. The priestess had been trying for an hour trying to make Hana drink the potion but Hana's stubbornness kept getting in the way.
"I'm not drinking this shit. It's foul like a skeevers nest." She hissed back as she moved. Her limbs were burning from the accident days ago, not to mention the earlier events that morning with Vilkas. Moving around made pain spike through her body and bruises covered her chest and arms. Her head felt like a wagon had just rolled over it. She was in a bad way.
"Fine, you're not going back to Jorvaskrr. You're staying here for another week until you fully recover." Danica huffed, placing her hands on her hip.
"Can't I just take it later? Back at Jorvaskrr?" Hana whined.
"No. You will probably throw it into the fire and never see it again."
Danica knew her all too well. She was always the same healer that tended to Hana's wounds and knew her when she was just a child. She had pulled the same trick on her when she was younger when she broke her wrist.
The doors to the temple swung open, letting in a cool breeze. Hana peeked her head around the corner of her room and saw Vilkas was talking to one of the priests. A bright smiled appeared on her face as she saw him. He still wore his sturdy wolf armour and his Skyforge steel great sword on his back. His dark hair matted with grass, and his pale eyes still covered in the black war paint making them stand out more.
"Finally, someone who might be able to talk some sense into this girl!" Danica said while throwing her hands up into the air and walking away from Hana's room. "Vilkas, she isn't leaving until she drinks that potion I have her."
She heard the sound of heavy armour shuffling closer to her room and glanced towards the door. Vilkas leaned against the door way of her room and looked at her with a frown. She put on an innocent smile when she looked at him, knowing that he was going to scold her for not listening to Danica. He only shook his head, but she swore she could see a small smile.
"Still being a rebel then. I leave you for a few hours and already causing trouble," Vilkas smirked as he walked closer to her, leaning against the bed.
"You taste this stuff. It's crap." She said bluntly while crossing her arms.
"I'm sure it does, now drink it." Vilkas commanded her.
"Make me," She hissed at him, a slight smile forming on her lips.
Vilkas shifted from his position and sat down next to her. The weight in the bed changed and she shuffled closer to him.
"Just do what you're told woman," he sighed.
Before she could answer, Vilkas moved closer to her, tilting her head so that her lips met his. She let her grip on the bottle slip, letting Vilkas take it from her. What only felt like seconds, the kiss ended and Hana looked at Vilkas with a frown.
"No don't give me that look. I'm not kissing you again till you this." He said while holding the bottle in the air. Hana glared at him, her face still wearing the scowl.
"You're a bastard, you know that." She scowled at him, snatching the bottle from his hand and uncorking it.
Vilkas only laughed at her as she placed the bottle to her lips. The vile liquid ran down her throat slowly. What felt like centuries, she finished the bottle and gagged slightly from the taste.
"There, now can I get out of this place? Danica! Here's your damned proof, I'm free now!" She yelled at the door way with her hands raised.
She got to her feet in a hurry, not realising that her legs wouldn't hold her weight. Thankfully Vilkas was there next to her otherwise she would have fallen on her face. Vilkas wrapped his arms around her, keeping her steady. "Did you really expect that you would be able to walk straight out of here?" He asked her with a raised eyebrow.
"I can't help it I think after my actions," She huffed as he pulled hair away from her face. She looked up into his eyes that were bright as ever. The dark grey that ringed his iris was darker making his silver eyes stand out more. He bent down and softy kissed her forehead.
"I would have hoped you got out of that habit by now." Vilkas ushered as they walked out of her room. She looked at her trashed armour in a pile next to one of the work benches near a sick farmer. There was no way she would be able to wear that armour again, not even Eorland would be able to fix it. The chest of the armour had been ripped out completely and any visible fur showing was singed and burnt.
"Thankyou Vilkas," Danica nodded as she walked over to them, "Now Hana, no strenuous work for at least a week. If I hear that you have hurt yourself again, I will lock you in here."
"A week! Danica, I have duties as the Dragonborn to complete!" Hana whined.
"And I'm sure that they can wait. Vilkas I trust you to look out for her."
"Aye, I will," Vilkas nodded in agreement, "Thank you for looking after her Danica and that you had to put up with her." Hana jabbed Vilkas in the ribs, only resulting in it hurting her more than him.
"Take these with you, she needs to take one per day. Make sure she doesn't throw them in the fire, she did that the second time I gave her one." Danica said while passing Vilkas a satchel with the vile potions.
"Aye, we best be off. Thank you again Danica." Vilkas added as they left for the door.
"Kynareths blessings you two."
Hana hobbled out the door with most of her weight on Vilkas's shoulder. The potion wouldn't kick in for a few minutes so she trust Vilkas to keep her steady. She still couldn't believe that she was with Vilkas. The strong minded, stubborn, scowling twin. Ever since she was young, she was always attracted to him and never understood why. He had never talked to her and only spoke occasionally. They had only became close was because of his brother always pushing him to say something to her or help her out. When she did leave Whiterun the first time when she was younger, the twins had seen her off. Farkas had been sad to see her go but Vilkas, he looked so distraught like someone had taken something from him, in which they had.
"I can't stay cooped up in Jorvaskrr for a week Vilkas," Hana complained as she let more weight onto her legs.
"I know but Hana if you push yourself too much you will be in there for longer." Vilkas warned her as they walked closer to Jorvaskrr. A few townsfolk were walking around streets, towards their homes or making a quick dash to the markets before they closed.
"Is Caesa still at Jorvaskrr?" Hana asked. She remembered her friend staying with her hours after being healed as well as her brother.
"Nay, she left two days ago and went back to Markharth. She left you a note in your new room."
"New room?"
"Aye, Kodlak decided that since you are part of the Circle, you could take Skjor's old room, if your okay with it that is."
"No it should be fine. I don't have to put up with Njada snoring." Hana laughed, racking pain through her body making her wince slightly.
They turned the corner and started walking up the stairs towards Jorvaskrr when the shouting came from behind them.
"Vilkas go rot in Sithis realm! You bloody bastard! Wait till you get my fucking daggers to your chest!"
Hana spun around and saw Gracell, her face red with rage and her hair a mess.
"What did you do?" She looked at her man with a raised eyebrow. She had never seen her friend this mad before, it was kind of funny.
"I will tell you what happened! Him and his damned brother left me out in the plains searching for them for the past hour!" the Breton raged.
Hana burst into laughter at her friend at how she was acting. "How long have you been here for?"
"Long enough! I got here this morning only to be harassed by your boyfriend!"
Hana could feel the blush on her face making an appearance and covered her face with her hair slightly. "How do you know?"
"Well you two were snogging the whole time this morning while I went in to see you, then Vilkas got up me." She huffed and crossed her arms infront of her.
"Right and who paid for your fines?" Vilkas added.
Hana's head shot straight up and towards her friend. "Grace!"
"Don't worry I haven't killed anyone, yet." She said while eying off Vilkas. "Besides it wasn't that much."
"Can we continue this back in Jorvaskrr?" Vilkas stated as he left Hana and Grace staring at each other. "Njada should have cooled down by now since your fight."
"Bloody hell Grace!" Hana yelled at her friend.
Grace just shrugged her shoulders and kept walking a head, leaving Hana behind. 'I'm unconscious for four days and all hell breaks loose with that girl,' Hana chuckled to herself. She walked slowly up to Vilkas and he wrapped his arm around her waist. She smiled as she looked up towards his face.
"I leave you two alone and someone is paying fines and being left to die," Hana laughed at Vilkas whose smile only grew wider.
"She had that coming for her as soon as she stepped into Jorvaskrr," Vilkas shrugged.
Vilkas held the door open for her as she walked into the hall of Jorvaskrr. Everyone was sitting down eating dinner when they walked in. The hall that was once buzzing with laughter and talking ceased that even a fly a could be heard.
"And the Dragonborn is back in these halls, good to see you again shield-sister," Aela spoke up as she rose from the table and walked towards her, extending her arms for a hug. Hana gladly took the invitation and gave Aela a well needed hug. "Before you ask, I'm holding up fine since Skjors death and have accepted it. But you on the other hand, look like shit"
Hana nodded in agreement and smiled, "I very much feel it too. Word of advice from the Dragonborn, don't get hit by dragon, screws you over a lot." Hana laughed and Aela joined in.
"Even that damned dragon could dull your mind Hana," Aela laughed and gently patted her on the shoulder. Hana looked past Aela and saw Farkas walking over, a smile on his.
"Hey there little fox," Farkas smiled down at her. She hated being so small she hardly scraped his chin when standing straight.
"Don't call me little!" She whined, "I may be short but I could still flog your arse even in the condition I'm in."
"Easy there Hana, don't want to send you back to Danica!" Her brother's voice cut through the air. She turned rather too quickly and stumbled slightly, Vilkas catching her from behind. She smiled in thanks and steadied herself.
"Oh shush brother; you're just jealous that I could." She retorted back to her brother. His face k covered with dirt and war paint that he would sometimes wear, a straight line of red paint down the left of his face was smeared and fading slightly.
"You're not doing anything for the next week Hana, whether you want too or not," Vilkas added slightly pushing her on the shoulder.
"Piss off," Hana mumbled, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I agree with Vilkas, you are doing little to nothing until Turdas. You have to rest Hana so put your stubbornness and ego aside and just rest for once. You're already giving me a headache, quicker than usual," Lockan sighed putting his fingers to his temple.
Vilkas and Farkas laughed in unison around her and which angered her even more. She started tapping her foot on the ground and glared at her brother.
"Don't get annoyed Hana but even you know you're a handful on good days." Her brother added, placing a hand on her shoulder. She swiped his hand away from her shoulder, trying not to hiss at the pain.
"Yeah, whatever Lockan," She told him as she started walking towards the door to the living quarters.
The nerve of her brother telling her that she had to stay irritated Hana. 'My arse I have to listen to my brother, he doesn't know what's good for me and never will.' She thought to herself as she sat down on her old bed.
'Then why listen?' Her wolf spirit cooed at her.
'So now you make an appearance? Thought you were dead,' Hana laughed at her spirit.
'You wish child, now back to the point, why listen to your so called brother? He can't always tell you what to do.'
'For once, you're right,' a devilish grin spread across her face. She hates being told what to do, even by her own brother.
'Now you're starting to see it my way. Transform tomorrow night when everyone is asleep.'
Hana nodded to herself, leaving her wolf spirit to slowly fade away back to her conscious. For once she actually wanted to transform. Going against her brothers wishes was the best thing that she had decided to do. She knew that Vilkas would rage at her if he found out what she was going to do but she couldn't care less. She had been cooped up in that damned temple and wasn't allowed to go out and move around.
Hana can't stand sitting around and doing nothing. She felt so useless and especially being the legendary Dragonborn didn't help her cause.
Hana slowly peeled herself off her bed and changed into her usual baggy shirt, just wearing her undergarments underneath.
"What are you up to Hana" Graces voice filled her room. Hana glanced to the door and saw Grace leaning on the doorframe.
"I'm up to nothing Grace," She retorted while shuffling through her pack, grabbing her book and charcoal.
"I'm not blind; you have that look written all over you apart from the bruises on your neck, which I know aren't from the attack." Grace pointed out. Hana could feel a slight blush forming on her cheeks.
"That may be true but I'm not up to anything Grace," Grace was all to good at picking up on Hana's plans. She didn't know how she could figure it out but every time she was up to something, Grace would know.
"Hana sweetheart, you may be able to fool the twins and your brother, but you're a shit liar."
Hana just bowed her head, knowing that she wouldn't be able to get away with this one. "Fine I'm going out and transforming tomorrow night. Under no circumstances is my brother or the twins allowed to know."
"Do you really think I would tell them?" Grace said while flicking her eyelashes.
"Yes," Hana laughed.
"Oh come on. You know that I wouldn't," Grace crossed her arms in front of her chest.
"Aye, just fooling around. Can I ask for another favour?" Hana asked closing her book and putting it on her desk.
"What is it?" Grace said with a raised eyebrow.
"I need you to teach me how to sneak again, " Hana hushed.
Grace now had both of her eyrbows raised at her friend, confusion written on her face. "Why do you need to sneak into? Can't be that dangerous if you need me to teach you."
"The Thalmor Embassy."
"By the Divines, you must be joking. You have to be. You are a dead Nord if you think you can get into there without being seen by those damned Elves!" Grace swore at her friend.
"Don't you think I know that! I don't want to do it either but I have to do it for the sake of Tamerial!" Hana retorted at her friend
Grace just stood there, her arms crossed and her head lowered. "I'm not going to your funeral if you die in there."
"Thank you Grace, I owe you big time." Hana smiled down at her friend.
"Just get me something valuable from the embassy and you're forgiven and don't kill me for anything I say around you and Vilkas," Grace smiled innocently.
"Hmm fine." Hana laughed. "Just don't say anything."
Grace nodded in agreement and left the room. Hana sighed in relief once she left, once partners in crime, always partners in crime. As soon as she can, Hana was going back to Riverwood and tell Delphine she will do her bidding. A paining guilt was building up in her stomach, not only for tomorrow night but going to the Embassy. Not only had she seen the place first hand, she wasn't exactly welcome there in the first place.
She opened her drawer, grabbed her Amulet of Talos out and put it around her neck. She held the small amulet in her hand, running her fingers along the pattern of the small sword. Her mother had given her the amulet before she left Cyrodil. That was a year ago now since she left her parents and wandered to Skyrim.
She was still annoyed with her brother making her stay at Jorvaskrr for the next week and knew that Vilkas would probably do the same, knowing that she would act like a child again. She laughed slightly at the thought that her and Vilkas were together now. She rubbed along her neck where Vilkas had left his mark when she was in the temple.
Trying to hide those marks for her brother was not going to be easy, and they won't be fading anytime soon. She got up from her bed and walked over to the door to close it, only to hear whispering coming from the hall.
"Hana is not to leave Jorvaskrr under any circumstances Vilkas, if she needs Danica, she is to come here." Her brothers' voice was just audible.
"You seriously can't believe that she will stay in here Lockan." Vilkas said.
Hana leant closer on her door way, trying to listen in to their conversation.
"You cannot tell me what she can and cannot do Vilkas, I'm her brother and you, I haven't even started with."
"Don't start Lockan, I know what you're going to say. Do you really think I am stupid to hurt your sister? She will probably hurt herself first." Vilkas sighed.
"That's why she is to stay here Vilkas. She will injure herself more and I cannot allow her to sneak into that damned embassy. She will get killed! I only plan on going to one funeral and that was Skjors. I don't want to go to my sisters."
"Grace would be able to do it for her, she's a thief and has done things like this before." Vilkas suggested to her brother who grumbled in agreement. Did she hear that right? Risking her own friends life for her own business. Not a chance she will let Grace risk her life. And for Vilkas to suggest such thing? Wasn't he on her side? For the first time since she left after Skjors death, she was pissed at Vilkas.
"Aye, Grace will probably do it to. She is clever enough to do it. Well I'm off, Eorland needs me to work on something for him up at the Skyforge." Her brother announced. That was her que to go back to her bed and let the information sink in. Grace is going to need her show her how to sneak soon, cause she was going to leave the first chance she can get.
She heard foot steps coming towards her door and she lept onto her bed, ignoring the pain in her side from the landing. She closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep, hoping the footsteps would go straight past her small room.
"Hana, I know you're awake," Vilkas's voice echoed through her roof.
Hana laughed slightly and looked over at Vilkas, he still wore his armour but his great sword not on his back. "Uh ha." She sat up slowly and leaned against the wall her bed was next to. "Well sleeping seems to be the only thing I can do for the next few days," She said while rolling her eyes.
She stood up and walked over to Vilkas, who was looking all over her. Vilkas closed the door behind him, and slightly shifted closer to Hana. She wrapped her arms around his waist and gave his a well needed hug. She could feel him relax underneath his armour and his head rested on top of her, his breath tickling her hair.
"You're not trapped here, besides can't I keep you company?" Vilkas cooed at her while wrapping his arms around her waist, giving them a small squeeze.
"Hmm I don't know, you're not going to force me to drink those damned potions are you?"
"Can't promise that."
Hana looked up at Vilkas with a frown on her face, but only received a small chuckled from Vilkas in return. She felt his hands shift from her hips and slid under her shirt, stopping at the small of her back. She looked up at Vilkas, who was smiling slightly and moving his head down to meet hers, placing his lips on hers. She gladly returned the kiss from Vilkas. When Vilkas pulled away, she raised an eyebrow at him. "And what was that for?"
"Well you're being a tease with what your wearing, had to do something about it." He whispered to her. Hana couldn't contain her laughter and brushed her hair out of her face.
"Right, like when I stole that book from your room? And you scolded me for that." She laughed.
"That reminds me," Vilkas said, placing another kiss on her lips pulling her closer to him. She chuckled slightly as she kissed him back, shifting her arms wrapping them around his neck. She could feel Vilkas's hands shift from her back to her hips. "This is for when you came into my room."
Suddenly Hana could feel Vilkas lifting her up making her squeal slightly. In return she wrapped her legs around his waist so she didn't fall. Hana broke away from the kiss, trying to catcher breath slightly. She smiled at him before planting another kiss on his lips. It started off slow and gentle but increasing became more rough.
She could feel Vilkas shiftling slightly and felt the coolness of the stone pressed against her back, sending shivers down her spine. It caught her off guard allowing Vilkas to slip his tongue into her mouth entwining with hers. Hana moaned in response making Vilkas continue on. A warm sensation kept buzzing in between her legs as they continued on in the position they were in.
Vilkas broke the kiss only to start kissing along her jaw line and to her ear. She squeal slightly as he started nibbling her ear, making her laugh slightly. "Since when are you tickling around the ears?" Vilkas laughed with her.
"Always have been," she giggled. She cut short when she felt Vilkas kissing a long her neck again, sucking at her soft skin, most likely to leave more bruises along her neck and making her gasp. She moaned softly tilting her head the side and resting it on the stone wall she was pushed against.
Vilkas's calloused hands kept traveling further up Hana's back moving closer to her chest. He trailed back up from her neck with his mouth and back to her mouth, kissing her softer than before.
Hana felt Vilkas slowly peel her away from the wall, while his lips pressed to hers the whole time. Gently, Vilkas lowered her down on her bed on the other side of the room and broke away from the kiss. Hana frowned at Vilkas as he pulled away from her, knitting her eyebrows together.
"Don't give me that look little miss. You need your rest more than anyone else in this place and you know it." He said kissing her softly making her relax.
"Fine, can you at least stay here until I fall asleep?" She asked in a hushed voice.
Vilkas laughed down at her and nodded, "Aye, I can. Just let me get changed out of my armour okay?"
Hana nodded up at Vilkas. Hana started giggling as Vilkas placed a small kiss on the top of her nose and left the room. Now she really couldn't stay mad at him and mind her saying Vilkas wasn't that bad at kissing. A pang of guilt hit her in the stomach realising what her actions were going to be tomorrow night, betraying Vilkas's orders. She couldn't help but second guess herself, having just enjoyed her time with Vilkas, it would hurt her more knowing that it would certainly hurt him as well, not only leaving when she could.
'You aren't reconsidering girl are you? All because of one stupid man?' Her wolf spirit growled at her.
'Shut up you damned wolf, I'm not second guessing.' She spat back.
'You are child, you aren't fooling me. Your too attached to him, what will happen when one day he doesn't come back to you?'
Hana clutched her head, wanting her wolf spirit to go away. "Fuck off," she whimpered to herself.
She felt the weight on her bed change making her look up quickly. Vilkas was looking down at her, worry written all over his now war paint free face, wearing a plain white tunic shirt and black pants. "Hana, what's wrong?"
"Beast blood, that's all." She whimpered softly, laying down on her bed. She felt Vilkas lay down next to her, pulling her closer to his chest. She rested her head on his shoulder and let out a deep breath. As usual, he smelt of honey and smoke, making her eyelids feel heavier.
"You know you're adorable right?" Vilkas laughed, holding Hana's hand in his. Her hand in was small in his grasp.
"I try," She giggled slightly, "As well as need of new armour since my last got ruined."
"That reminds me, you can go see Eorland sometime, he may be able to help you with that." Vilkas said softly, "He thinks he can make you some armour that is stronger than your last. Even a new axe if you're lucky."
"That would be nice," she yawned into his chest, snuggling closer to him.
"You know, I'm starting to think my brother has a very big soft spot for Grace by the way that those two have been acting." Vilkas laughed slightly.
"Of course," Hana laughed with Vilkas, "Who wouldn't like your brother; he's the complete opposite of you. Nice, caring, easy to get along with…"
"What are you saying? You would rather be with him than me?" he said with a raised eyebrow.
Hana giggled slightly at his reaction, "Nay, you're fine just the way you are. I'm with you aren't I?"
"Very true, but if I hear you say that again, I'm going to have to lock you in here."
"Knowing you, you probably will," Hana laughed poking him in the ribs softly.
Hana yawned again and closed her eyes, keeping her head to Vilkas's chest. She could hear the slow rhythm of his heart beat and the movement of him breathing, making her need to sleep deepen.
"Good night Hana," Vilkas chuckled, planting a kiss on her forehead and resting his head above hers.
"Good night," she yawned, closing her eyes letting sleep carry her away and for once that night, she didn't have her reoccurring.