Okay, i'm gonna try to make this one longer, as in a thousand (or more) words.
and for the cat bit, i just had to
third P.O.V.
A now full-grown cat stretched, coming out from his hiding spot under the desk in the room. He didn't make a sound as he padded to the bowl of milk always there. Occasionally it would be just water, but Tiger didn't seem to mind.
The cat, however, never got to dip his tongue in the white substance, as he got tackled by his ginger-furred mate.
Jynx had, unknowingly to Alduin and Vincent, had a cat the entire time, and that cat had kittens. And, the day she returned, she gave one of the kittens to them. She was a dark ginger, with emerald green eyes. Her fur, when she was in the sunlight, looked like a flame, and so they named her Fire.
Fire and Tiger had bonded, and by the time they were fully grown, they had become mates. And now, Fire's belly was swollen with unborn babies.
Vincent watched the two from his perch on their bed, as Tiger gently played back with his burdened mate.
Alduin was talking to some dragons outside the room. Apparently there's been a slight problem, with a small band of humans resisting the dragon's rule and were rebelling. Alduin was telling them that he would deal with them personally.
He came back in, going to the bed where Vincent was lounging.
"I have to go." He said softly, placing his knee on the bed and leaning down over his mate. Vincent looked up at him and smiled, winding his arms around his mate's neck. Their lips met briefly before Alduin pulled back gently.
"I could go with you." Vincent suggested, tilting his head to the side slightly, looking into Alduin's red eyes.
Alduin pressed a nuzzle into Vincent's jaw, a purr building up. "Do you want to go? All I will be doing is eliminating them before their numbers and influence grow."
"Yes. I love it here, but I want to go." He smiled, leaning up slightly to place a peck on Alduin's lips.
He smiled softly before pulling the other fully off the bed. Vincent let him pull him off the bed, feeling his wings wrap briefly around him, with a searing kiss to go along with it.
Vincent then pulled away, going to his armor stand and pulling on his deadric attire.
Alduin was in his dovah form, watching Vincent. When he was done, he himself turned into his dragon form, nuzzling Alduin affectionately. Alduin nuzzled back before finally flapping his wings, ascending into the air. Vincent followed, using his legs to go higher.
They flew in silence, their wings touching as they moved.
They landed down outside an ancient tomb. Vincent transformed back with Alduin, his hand on the hilt of his sword.
They entered, Vincent killing the guard with his dagger. Alduin moved forward, peering around the corner, seeing a small group of hooded humans, each holding candles, a low hum as they chanted.
***timeskip*** (srry, i'm not good at fight scenes)
There were too many of them. Alduin was surrounded, and so was Vincent, but across the room from each other.
Alduin was panicking, his instincts were in full control as his mate remained in danger. The ceiling was too low for him to use his wings, and were pinned besides. His growls were loud and echoing though the room as he continued to try to force his way through to his mate, regardless of his own wounds. His instincts were roaring, his eyes blazing.
His shouts were doing little to detour them. Alduin was forced to his stomach, his arms forced behind his back under his wings, his struggles not doing anything to get them off him.
They dragged him away, the mass of them blocking any chance of seeing if Vincent was all right. They lead him down to a throne-like room. In the back of Alduin's mind, the part that was still thinking rationally, noted the walls, unscripted with his defeat on top that mountain that sent him forward in time.
It was the Blades.
As soon as he thought it, that side of his brain shut down as they forced him to his knees, two people on each side, holding his arms out. He was stripped of his light armor, only in his black slacks and boots. Blood, both his and not his were splattered over his chest, dripping down his jaw.
He was about to start shouting when he heard the sound of a body being dragged across stone. He managed to look past one of the goons and see Vincent's motionless body be dragged up and placed next to him. He was out cold, blood running down his face from a wound somewhere on his head, hidden by his hair.
Now that he knew where he was, now the rage wanted to protect, to take him out of this mess.
"Well, we never thought you would come here." A blond said, coming into the room, an old man following her.
"Delphine, is that who I think it is?" The old man asked, a hand on Delphine's arm.
"Yes, Esbern. I do believe it is." Alduin growled low and menacingly in his throat, baring his teeth as he tried to pull his arms free from the grips of the mortals, narrowing his eyes into slits.
Fire filled his mouth, light smoke curling around his lips as he prepared to let it out, waiting for them to get closer, and they did.
Delphine came forward, leaning down to look closer in Alduin's face, noticing the smoke. Then he blew the fire out, directly onto her face, causing her to shriek and pull back. The men holding his arms, in shock, dropped him. He caught himself before pushing himself back up and kicking all the men in the way of his mate to their backsides. He then threw himself over them, standing protectively over Vincent, sucking in another breath and letting out his worst breath of fire, hearing all of them screech in pain. He quickly gathered Vincent in his arms, and backing the way they had come, somehow making his way out.
Alduin could hear them running behind him, so he quickly spread his wings open and started to fly, holding Vincent closer to his chest.
He made it back to the castle, landing and heading to his bedroom. He stopped one of the servants and told them to get Peloikiv and send him to his bed chambers.
He past Odahviing, telling him to round up the most powerful of the dragons, and meet him in the meeting room.
Alduin then went to their room, placing Vincent gently on the large bed. Peloikiv coming in a moment later. He didn't ask, just went and started to examine Vincent, his hand gently threading through his hair.
"…Well?!" Alduin snarled when he didn't say anything.
"He has a cut, but it's shallow and will heal quickly. I'm more concerned, however, about the bruising around it. Being stuck on the head is dangerous, even for the dov."
"Is there anything else wrong with him?"
"Besides a few cuts and scrapes? Nothing. The only major wound I'm truly worried about is the one on his head."
"Keep watch over him, I have some business I have to attend to." Alduin said, nodding his head in appreciation before taking his leave.
Later, Alduin was back in the room, having sent a handful of dragons, as well as many human men, to take the place out and destroy it. He, thinking back on it, knew who they were, for Jynx had mentioned something about an Esbern and Delphine. They were Blades, and apparently been recruiting in her absence.
The Blades. Alduin scoffed. They couldn't defeat him, so they sent him forward in time like cowards. But he had to hand it to them, if it wasn't for their little stunt, he wouldn't have ever gotten Vincent. And now, Alduin don't think he would ever truly live anymore if it wasn't for Vincent. He was his entire world now.
Alduin gazed over at Vincent, who was still on the bed, still unconscious. Alduin wasn't really that worried, as it was only a few hours, and he had taken a "rather nasty knock to his head." As Paarthurnax had put it.
Alduin went down to the kitchen, Peloikiv was still in the room, watching over his dormant mate. He ate a quickly, grabbing a bottle of wine, and before making his way back up to his room.
But Peloikiv was outside the door, waiting for him. "Vincent's up," He started, but got pushed aside before he could finish, "no, wait!" He tried as Alduin pushed open the door, his red eyes eager. Alduin beamed at his lover, who tilted his head, his eyes blank.
"Lokaal, you're up." Alduin purred, coming forward trying to plant a kiss on his mate's lips. A frown pulled at his lips when Vincent ducked, a weird look in his bright blue eyes. "Liin, whats wrong?"
Vincent didn't speak for a moment, before he swallowed, and spoke softly and slowly. "I'm sorry…but….who are you?"