Pocket Adventure ( of Aphid and Kor )
Story: Pnu-flu-culosis
Summary: Aphid catches a nasty flu and Kor fears losing his big brother. This story is of the incident that Aphid embarrassed Kor with, when the little brother stated they haven't cuddled since they were kids-Aphid corrected that remark, haha, much to Kor's chagrin.
Part One ( of three. It's a short. )
Nineteen year old Kor sluggishly dragged his feet as he toted a large stack of freshly cut wood logs in his arms.
He was ready to be off work for the day, get some supper, and relax.
It wasn't that the work today was particularly grueling, or even this whole past couple weeks that they took up the work here. No, their work has been fairly easy, even with the continually dropping amount of other laborers due to a sudden strike and spread of flu.
Kor was just in a bummed mood because of that flu.
Not that he's caught it, because he hasn't, but Aphid has been on protective high alert because of it.
Kor adores his big brother. He does.
He loves him more than anything, and he's grateful that the feeling is obviously mutual, but Aphid's protective streak can get a bit… smothering.
Or perhaps Kor can simply be more combative ever since he hit his puberty, but either way, sometimes Kor feels like his big brother needs to relax.
Well, actually, Kor has always felt poor Aphid needs to relax.
But especially on this nagging when the older brother's smothering instincts—oops—mothering instincts kick in…
The past two weeks have been nothing but work and straight to their hovel. Constant vigilance on cleanliness, strict orders to keep the distance between himself and others… especially from that pretty barmaid that was on her way to the tavern and naughtily offered him a "refreshing drink"
…But it has been frustratingly easy to abstain the tavern since Aphid most definitely restricted that place altogether at the first sound of flu.
Which, yes, was certainly for the best since another person comes coughing out of there every night.
It was bound to spread like wildfire in this little bumpkin town though, and Kor was pretty sure they would inevitably catch it no matter their vigilance, so he wasn't sure why Aphid was being so strict. They've survived a bout of flu and other ailments before…
Well, Kor did actually know why Aphid was on his worry bit.
They were working in Windhelm the winter season before last, probably the worst season to work in that city, when a wave of illness swept through.
It wasn't quite the flu; it was something like a love child of the flu, pneumonia, and tuberculosis, consummated in passionate and fiery anger.
It was indiscriminate and took the lives of old and young alike.
But although it was indiscriminate, the city only locked down the Grey Quarter, where controversially the Dark Elves resided and the poorest or out-of-town laborers worked. Where Aphid and Kor were working.
Miraculously, neither Kor nor Aphid caught it, but they were boxed in while watching those around them grow sicker and news of it ravaging on through the rest of the city trickled down to the Quarter.
Aphid was sympathetic from the start, but as soon as it snatched hold of and took a seemingly healthy Nord teen around Kor's age, he couldn't hide his frazzled worry.
And watching the even younger, the little kids, suffer through it and the bubbliest of those that they got to know.. perish…It sickened the soft spotted older brother probably more than the sickness itself could do to him.
This year, it was obvious that this flu or flu-like illness tapping its fingers on the bumpkin town was more than whispering the what-ifs in Aphid's mind.
But Kor was pretty certain this was just a typical mild flu; the irritating hallmark that seemed to coincide with the start of transition from autumn to winter in these more fluctuating zones.
Aphid at least seemed to be slightly confident of this too, as he hasn't just upped and got them going to the next town.
Though they were currently somewhat stuck between travels, trying to replenish their funds after Kor decimated their pockets paying for the unintentional mayhem he inadvertently caused three weeks ago in the town over.
The teen had confidently took another's daring challenge that their homemade secret ale brew could knock any Nord on his ass in two drinks.
Kor drank six.
And the only images and sounds his mind could recollect after the fourth, was breaking that darer's hand in what was probably suppose to be a respectful congratulatory handshake…. shouts that Kor somehow broke the main support beam of the tavern… falling into and breaking a grocer's stand outside …. knocking over a lit brazier onto the town's crowned hydrangeas …. accidentally punting a chicken, or hopefully not someone's cat …. nearly vomiting into the town's well, but redirecting directly onto the town's sweet little old flower gardener when she approached to stop him…. And Gods know what else in between the blackness of events that Kor rather hoped stayed in the abyss of his mind.
Aphid had assured him he wasn't intentionally violent during any of it, but he was quite obstreperous.
And Kor was thoroughly surprised his brother let him off the hook for it all.
Somewhat let him off, that is.
Of course, Aphid took advantage of the next day hangover to scold him fiercely and head piercingly… And made Kor labor through the day with that hangover, making all the repairs and apologies he could manage.
But both their wallets took a hit for the remaining repairs, including that of the medical compensation for the darer….
And yet Aphid seemed to be content the hangover was punishment enough, much like the first time Kor ever took more than a sip …. at age twelve …. because of a dare from that fellow farmhand, Hric…
Kor believes he was let off waaaay too easy for both the incidents, but he was never going to say it out loud. Especially considering on this particular incident, Aphid had offhandedly suggested that, grown or no, he ought have grounded him a day for every septim they lost to this.
But perhaps the universe has picked up the leniency and is now grounding him itself.
He really wanted to do something other than read a book tonight.
Reread, actually.
The bookshelf in their hovel was definitely more shelf than book—the proprietor was obviously not much of a reader. Their rental agreement was more of a yes/no card than an official and orderly parchment, but at least it was cheaper than cheap.
Alas though, Kor was restricted to this boredom, for as soon as he set this wood load down, Aphid was going to order him straight home.
He was approaching near his older brother now. Aphid was sat at a carpenter's bench, sawing and sanding previous logs into workable ply for the workers building new structures in this small town.
When the older brother saw Kor coming, he straightened and stretched out his back and lowered the thick neckerchief that guarded his breath from sawdust so he could talk to the younger brother uninhibited.
"Geesh, little brother," he said, "You get into a rhythm? That's double what they need."
"Nothing else to do," Kor grumbled and then sarcastically added, "They can build double the places I can't go."
"Oh come on now, grumbles," Aphid replied, "with the drop in workers taking off with the flu, you can build the places you can't go on your own."
"That doesn't make sense," Kor retorted.
"Neither does all this complaining when you're up on your feet feeling nice and healthy," Aphid retorted right back.
Kor sighed and rolled his eyes.
"I'm allowed to be mildly irritated at the inconvenience," he said.
"Mhm, yes, you are," Aphid replied, "….just like I was. About three weeks ago."
Kor sighed again and lazily dropped the heavy load of logs next to Aphid's workbench, and was just about to turn tail for home before Aphid could even say it, when Aphid suddenly erupted into coughing fit.
Kor spun back towards his brother with an instant look of worry, but Aphid quickly began waving off what he knew Kor was thinking and pointed at the work station.
"Du-dust," he coughed out, "Kicked u-up the dust."
"Oh, opps…," Kor realized, "….Sorr-"
The dust suddenly assaulted his sinus too and made him give a sneeze.
And suddenly, strangely, out of nowhere, he felt something grossly wet splat upon his back.
Kor whirled around to see a skinny young Orc fellow holding an empty vial in his hand. Definitely most likely having just been emptied on Kor's back.
Kor and Aphid knew this fellow, somewhat. He was in the town over three weeks ago as well.
A traveling merchant, but with aspirations to become a great alchemist.
He was maybe a notch…below… novice.
"Shor's Bones, Mazub!" Kor damned him and stepped further back from the Orc and closer to Aphid, "What on Nirn did you just toss on me?"
Aphid stood up and glowered at the Orc too.
"Yes," the tall Nord said insistedly, "What exactly did you just throw on my little brother?"
Aphid sniffed towards Kor and recoiled.
"Ergh! Mazub! What DID you throw on him?!"
"Clears the sinuses, huh!" this Mazub chirped, "It's a concoction I'm sure will treat those pesky flu symptoms!"
"We don't have the flu," Kor replied and Aphid added, "Though I'm afraid you might have just given him something peskier. Is this corrosive, by the way?"
"No, no, no," Mazub explained, "The urine is alkaline, I believe."
"Urine?!" the brothers both exclaimed in unison.
"Whose urine?" Kor then asked but then shook his head, "Wait, that doesn't matter. Urine?!"
"A sprinkling of crushed stink beetle..," Mazub began listing off ingredients, "..a smear of slug slime, a dollop of garden mulch, a teaspoon of barefoot stomped mud, and a cup of boar urine; one part from a female in heat, other part from male after rut…Oh, and a pinch of spicy pepper flakes too."
Aphid and Kor both looked to be at an utter loss of words.
Mazub simply stared back at them as Aphid seemed to be trying to piece together something very sternly worded for the Orc, but finally instead, the tall Nord turned towards his little brother and gave him a nudge.
"Straight home," he ordered, "burn that shirt, and take a bath."
"Urrgh," Kor huffed.
"Don't 'urgh' me," Aphid replied, "What are you 'urghing' me for anyway? He's the one that dowsed you."
"Sorry," Kor explained, "I was just hoping to get out of earshot today before I heard one more 'straight home'."
Aphid gave him a pat on the back, but was absolutely mindful not to touch the ick upon it.
"I know, I know," the older brother said, "You were probably tempted to drop that wood pile atop me before I could utter a word, but-"
"No," Kor cut in, "…I don't abuse my brother."
Aphid didn't miss the cheek of that comment and playfully returned it with a flick to Kor's ear.
"Ow, hey!" Kor yelped, "See, always with the hitting."
"I do not always hit you," Aphid replied, though his rebuttal was also a volley of light smacks on Kor's arms and knuckle jabs to his ribs.
"You are literally hitting me right now!" Kor nearly laughed through his feigned pain.
"Straight home, kid," Aphid gave him a shove.
Kor laughed a little as he stumbled forward, but then he turned to the Orc still standing about.
"Hey, Mazub," he said, "How come only I got a free sample? I sneezed like once, but HE coughed like FOURTEEN times."
"Heeey!" Aphid gave a warning finger to Kor as Mazub gave a rather simple reply.
"That was my last vial. I need more urine before I make the next batch. However, I-"
"Uh-uh, no howevers. Shop's closed," Aphid cut in and pointed for Kor to go off yonder, "Get your hind end to the house."
Kor began walking, but snipped back with a smirk.
"What about the rest of me?" he wisecracked.
"Get!" Aphid stomped sternly, though smiling.
"And burn that shirt!" he added as Kor hustled away.
Aphid stayed behind a bit longer to finish the bit of wood he was working on, and he probably gave Mazub some firm tips on customer service, but by the time he made it home, Kor had bathed, ate supper, and was absentmindedly fanning the pages of a book cover to cover - and yes, he had burned that shirt.
"Hi, warden," Kor greeted Aphid with a snarky remark but playful tone.
Aphid gave that remark an eye, but played into it with his retort.
"What are you doing out of your cell?" he asked.
Kor gave the small interior of their hovel a look over and questioned back, "This isn't the cell?"
Aphid pointed towards a standing cupboard at the wall.
"Nope. On with ya. Get back in there," he ordered, ".. .Go on now, before I take away your fresh air privileges entirely."
Kor feigned a laugh.
"Flu might do that for you, when I inevitably catch it," he said.
"Hey," Aphid then replied in a much more serious demeanor, "no, not a joke."
"Sorry…," Kor apologized and then motioned towards a basin in the corner, "…I got the bath ready for you. Poured it pretty hot, so it should still be warm."
"Aw, thanks, little brother," the older brother smiled, "My arms have just about had it. Wasn't looking forward to pumping the water."
Although their hovel was pretty primitive within a town that was already considered rather backwood, within an already backwood country such as Skyrim, it did have a decent water pump. A manual one, but it did its job.
However, their work here was already pretty taxing on the arms.
"Mhm," Kor replied, "You're welcome, twiggy arms…. Though my arms are pretty shot, too. I'm not even going to mess with my swords tonight."
"….Mess with your sword?"
"…..Really, Aphid?..."
"Oh, yes, I forget. It's only funny when you do it, right?"
"Yep," Kor nodded, "…It's just weird when you do."
"Uh-hu-"
"And lousy. Mediocre."
" …."
"Just embarrassing, honestly."
"…Okay. I'm gonna take a bath now," Aphid stepped on from these jabs.
"Don't forget to scrub the embarrassment out your mouth," Kor still teased.
"Keep talking, little brother," Aphid warned, "And you'll have a mouthful of embarrassment when these twiggy arms drag you off that bed and make you eat soap."
Kor blew a raspberry with his lips.
"Jeez, I try to do something nice for ya…"
As Aphid bathed, Kor went back to idling with the book until he decided to at least polish the blades of his swords, since he was too slugged with sheer boredom to even bother mindlessly hacking a tree with them.
He paused momentarily when he heard Aphid have a small coughing fit again, but Aphid insisted it was just still some sawdust clinging to his uvula.
Kor wasn't sure why he was jumping at every cough of Aphid. He thought he was certain it was just a mild flu stumbling about out there, but perhaps he was a bit leery like Aphid of the what-ifs.
But if Aphid was sure his cough was benign….
Although, the older brother did have that darn habit of often downplaying his troubles and worries to spare his little brother from them.
Kor wasn't sure what to think, if to think much of it right now, but he did find himself noticing Aphid lingering in the bath.
Aphid rarely just soaked in the tub. He usually just got in, washed up, and got out.
But he was actually slunked back for once and just soaking there; his eyes looking absently towards the ceiling.
He looked just a little more tired than he usually does.
At least Kor maybe thought he did.
"Are you sure you're alright?" the little brother asked as he put away his swords.
"Hm? Yeah. ...I'm alright," Aphid answered, though sounding a bit subdued.
"You don't sound it…"
"Kor, baby brother," he assured with a small laugh, "I'm alright. It's been a day. Week. Fortnight…You know this. And it's just about bedtime. I'm just tired, is all."
"Alright, if you say so," Kor relented, "….There's a pork chop still left-"
"I'm proud that you still ate some chops after that appetizing porky aroma was dowsed on you," Aphid cut in, "…Do we still have some cheese?"
"Uh…yeah."
"Ah, yes, good. Can you make me some cheesy potatoes, please?"
" ….."
"Pleeeeease, sweet little brother? Please, please, please?"
"…Alright, fine."
"Aw, thanks! You're the best!"
"Uh huh…."
Kor prepared Aphid's meager supper while the older brother finished his soak in the bath, but hey, at least he asked to flair up that plain ole starch with some cheese.
Kor then decided to plop back onto his bed and actually give the book he had been fiddling with another read, finding himself drifting off a couple chapters in.
He was more tired than he was bored at that point and he hardly come out of his slip into slumber when Aphid came by, whispered his goodnights-not being one to skip doing so-, and slipped the book out of Kor's hand to nudge him into a more comfortable position.
Kor tossed over and possibly incoherently said his goodnights back and was out like a wet candle, though he swore his sleep drunken brain registered a commotion somewhere in the night.
Something that he swore sounded like… Aphid hacking with coughs, but outside.
Kor hadn't pulled all the way awake, nor could his brain really decipher if the noise was real or simply dreaming, but before any solid conscious thought could form, he was out again until morning.
When his mind finally decided to join him in the waking world, he popped up like a lose spring coil and looked about for Aphid.
Everywhere but his bed first, as the older brother was almost always awake in the morning before the younger one, even if Aphid went to sleep last.
Kor scanned.
No Aphid.
Kor finally looked to Aphid's bed and saw him still slumbering.
Oh no ….
And as if the noise didn't register until Kor saw him, he suddenly heard the irregular breaths Aphid was taking through his mouth.
Oh no, no ….
Kor immediately got up from his own bed and stepped near Aphid's.
He could see how clammy his brother's skin was and knew the light rosy flush of his face wasn't just a trick of the light.
Oh no no no ….
Kor's own breath began to quicken until he thunked his own head and mentally shook himself of the initial panic.
Calm. Calm down. It's just the flu. Not that Windhelm pnu-flu-culosis.
Besides, that was two years ago. It wouldn't be popping up again, and all the way out in these sticks, would it?
Kor shook his head again.
He decided to put that thought out and just assess his brother's fever.
He placed his palm upon Aphid's forehead, and the older brother stirred to the touch.
He was a little sluggish on the coming to, but as soon as he did he swatted Kor's arm away and scooted further onto his bed.
"Ah-wait-no! Don't!" he said as he did so, his voice hoarse, "No, don't get close."
"You're sick," Kor stated.
"It cropped up during the night," Aphid explained, "Ugh, guess it wasn't just sawdust..…I'm sorry, Kor, but please keep back from me…and sorry for hitting your arm like that, too…"
"Aphid…," Kor gave a little sigh and spoke matter-of-factly, "If you're sick, then I have it too."
"..Not necessarily.."
"Aphid, we're practically elbow to elbow as is, even without this cramped hut," Kor explained, "…but besides …. I, uh,.. drank from your canteen yesterday while you took a break from the bench…"
Even through the feverish gaze, the older brother managed to set that stern glare upon Kor.
"You what?" he just as sternly asked, "After I specifically said no drinking after each other until this-"
"I know, I knooow," Kor replied, "…but it was right there and I left mine here and I was really-"
Aphid suddenly slumped forward a bit, his supporting arm giving way, but Kor reflexively caught him even if Aphid only would have hit the bed.
"Aphid?"
"I'm alright, I'm fine," he said but he wobbled a bit as he sat up, "…just a little bit dizzy."
Kor again put his palm to Aphid's forehead and tested it with the front and back of his hand and with his wrist.
"You sure it's not a lot a bit?" the younger brother asked, "… you definitely have a bit of fever."
Aphid kicked off the blanket draped on him and scooted to the edge of the bed.
"Well, I'm sure that warm cozy thing isn't helping much," he said.
He began to try and get up, but Kor suddenly put a firm hand on his shoulder to prevent him from doing so.
"Uh-uh, what do you think you're doing?" the little brother said, seeming like he was trying to imitate his big brother's sterner tone, "Get back in that bed."
Aphid arched an eyebrow at him and seemed a little humored.
"Well….," he replied, ".…I have to pee, for one…."
"Oh…," Kor let go of his shoulder and allowed him up, "….So what's two?"
Aphid began moving away before he answered.
"Take care of you," he replied as he reached the door to step outside, "I can't be sick."
Kor rushed him and quickly slammed his hand upon the door to stop him in his tracks.
"Oh no, don't you start that," he snipped back at his older brother, "Aphid, I'm not a baby. Not even nine. I'm nineteen, as you always seem to forget, and can manage myself."
"I know that, baby brother," Aphid replied, "I just mean you're gonna be sick too."
"And? We've caught the flu together before. We've had headcolds together. Stomach bug. We even both fell into that poison ivy togeth-AH, and remember when both of us got a tick on our-"
"Bah-ah! Stop," Aphid actually clamped a hand over Kor's mouth, and his feverish hue looked maybe a slight redder, "…Urgh. I aaalmost had that completely out of my memory bank…..But Kor, little brother, who took care of who during all those ailments we suffered through together?"
Kor didn't reply. Not because Aphid's hand was still over his mouth, but because he felt quite a bit guilty for the answer.
Kor was quite a sweet kid, but he was also quite pitiful when sick. Aphid has always had so much weight on him, and Kor regrettably didn't make that load any lighter when sniffles and sneezes jumped in the basket.
Aphid saw the guilt in the teen's eyes and gave him a smile.
"It's alright, little brother," he said, "That's how it's suppose to be."
The guilt turned to a sudden defiance as Kor finally removed the hand from his mouth.
"Well not this time!" he said, "I'm going to take care of you. You hear me, Aphid Jordsvar?"
Damn that Aphid for not being able to hide his amusement at his little brother's apparent imitation of him.
"Heard what I said," Kor added which actually cracked a chuckle from Aphid.
"We'll get through it together," the big brother replied with a hint of that chuckle still there.
"I feel just fine right now," Kor stated, "so that 'together' means your hind end in that bed, and me at the bedside funneling soup—and not potato soup- down your throat. You hear me?"
"Kor…"
"Heard. What. I. Said. So until I get sick,- or no actually-, even then, I'm in charge. One hundred percent. I'm the boss, big brother."
Aphid almost looked like he was going to clamp his hand over the boy's mouth again, to stop this role reversal before it erupted him into a coughing fit of laughter, but instead he placed his hand on Kor's shoulder.
"Alright, alright," the older brother conceded. A little, at least. "I'll rest, okay?...But all of that last bit….yeeeah, no—ow!"
Kor had flicked him on the ear.
"Boy, did you just-," Aphid began to scold, but suddenly wobbled again.
Kor braced him and dropped his stern act.
"Whoa, I'm sorry, are you alri-"
Aphid gave the door they've been stalled at a few hectic slaps.
"I'm about to burst here, boss," he said, "Can you please let me out now?"
Kor obliged with an obedient little shuffle back from the door and a quiet "yep" but whispered just before Aphid closed the door from the other side, "then you go straight to your cell.".
The door had shut then, but Aphid gave it a knock that surely meant "I heard that"…
When Aphid had come back in and washed up, Kor actually managed to get him to lay back down without much effort…. although Kor did have to physically usher him away from trying to start breakfast for him.
But Aphid refused breakfast for himself. He didn't even want to nibble on any bread, but he did take the big mug of water Kor offered him and at least agreed he'd stay hydrated.
"Alright, I'm going to step out to the sawmill real quick," Kor told his brother as he then prepared a cool wet rag for him, "and let Gormund know we're out now too. When I get back, I'm going to put on a pot for chicken and broth and you're gonna eat some if I do have to funnel it down your throat…"
Aphid didn't say anything, but did make a faint huff that mimicked Kor's usual backtalk.
Kor plopped the wet rag right onto the entirety of Aphid's face in response.
"And you better stay in this bed, Aphid," the little brother demanded.
"….yes sir, little brother," Aphid mumbled under the rag, but had a small smile when he rolled it up to his forehead.
"I'm serious, you know," Kor replied, "You are sick."
"I know."
"And I don't want you working yourself sicker through it, especially when I'm perfectly capable of taking care of you now-"
"Hey, hey now. I know. I'll behave, alright?"
Kor nodded his head to that and the brother's bumped forearms as if sealing a deal.
"Alright," Kor said, "I'll be right back."
"Safe travels," Aphid replied with a bit of humor in his tone, as the sawmill was only about a four minute walk from where they were.
"Stay in bed," Kor reminded as he turned around to leave.
"I'll have to empty my bladder more than once a day, you know," Aphid reminded him as well.
Kor slyly tossed a tin pot from the table towards Aphid, it managing to clang in an upright position just about a foot from the bed.
"Safe travels," Kor humored back at the brother and slipped out the door.
He made it down to the sawmill to see Scunvald, Kor's wood chopping partner, idling where Gormund usually stood supervising the mill.
"Hey Skunk," Kor greeted…with the endearing nickname he's come to call him.. , "Gormund's gonna break a plank over your head if he catches you in his favorite stand-around-and-stare-at-the-real-workers spot."
"Looks like I've been promoted to the do nothing spot," Scunvald replied.
"Huh?...Oh boy, is Gormund sick now too?"
Scunvald's expression turned a bit more somber.
"It's Gunndar," he said.
Gunndar was Gormund's son, a hardy young man just a smidge older than Aphid, and was the loader that would fetch the ready ply from Aphid and bring it to the construction workers.
He had taken off a couple days ago with this flu.
Kor furrowed his brows just a bit.
"He not handling his sniffles well?" he asked.
"You could certainly say that," Scunvald replied and explained, "…Gormund checked in on him this morning, and ….hoo…. Found his boy looking as grey as a Dark Elf and as whistly as a nirnroot. Said when he got him 'round enough to life, a glop of bloody phlegm and spittle practically plopped out of his mouth."
Kor's eyes certainly widened with concern.
The images of the Windhelm victims heaving and hacking crimsom splats came to mind.
"Yeah, worrying, no?" Scunvald commented, "Guess I better start washing up a little more... But seems like most everyone's done caught it now. I'm just here to tell the working lot to take their arse back home… So, go on. Before you and ….wait, Aphid's not with you ….Oh."
Scunvald got the gist pretty quick.
"I was coming to...," Kor began to explain, but Scunvald waved it off.
"Ah, I'm sure he'll recover fast," he said, "I've heard him holler for you all the way from this mill to the chop block. He's got some strong lungs... You too, with the way you yelped when our log pile started rolling for us yesterday."
Kor halfheartedly chuckled, but was obviously a little rattled.
"Hey, besides," Scunvald added, "I've yet to hear anyone else besides Gunndar get so sick. Maybe he drank whatever that foul gunge is that Orc's been splashing on everyone….Or maybe that pungent ointment is on to something..."
"…Maybe…," Kor gave another lukewarm reply.
Scunvald looked as if he wanted to give Kor a reassuring shoulder pat, but minded the distance instead.
"You just go take care of that brother of yours," he said, "…but wipe that look off your face. He's gonna think you've come to put him down like a rabid dog."
Kor swiped a hand down his face as if he was literally wiping the expression away.
"Yeah, no, you're right," he nodded, "Besides, he sees me looking upset, he's gonna be the one trying to make me feel better... And I bet his restless ass is already out of bed trying to take care of something while I'm not there…See ya when I see ya, Skunk."
"See ya," Scunvald replied, "Give Aphid my well wishes."
Kor waved over his shoulder with a nod but mumbled a reply.
"Gonna give him my boot to his kneecaps if he's out of that bed…."
Author's Note:
What with all the cruddy things going on lately ( around me and with me ), I just wanted to write something with my favorite pair of brothers here. Coming up with their life and antics, especially their overly, sickeningly, or embarrassingly sweet moments, just makes me feel better.
There is still the part 4 of the Grelod backstory coming out, but I'm paused on it at the moment. Considering its mood and not so sweet content, ya know.
Anyway. With this story, I mean, the summary and cuddle comment is pretty much it, yo. I mean. That's the story. But I'm writing it out because...well, just because. As I have stated.
Kor Bjergsen and Aphid Jordsvar are two OCs of mine within my Elder Scrolls universe and fanfictions.
Elder Scrolls (c) Bethesda