A/N: Well I know I messed with the story line, but I don't care, because it fit my purpose. Well any way as I was saying. I understand that Karliah should have given Loki the key then her and Bryn leave and Loki has to go through that gauntlet and save the guild yada yada… but my little split off was worth the lemon right? Any way! You might have guessed who's howling.
Disclaimer: If I owned the game you really think it be rated M? They'd need to make a new rating for it. That's all I have to say.
Warning! Sadistic behavior in this chapter!
Title: Rest My Little Wolf
Chapter Four: Over a Dead Body
(Out side Riften, Loki and Bryn are just arriving after the long walk)
Loki was getting worse as they approached the front gate of Riften. The howls driving his inner wolf mad with the desire to run free. Loki tugged at its chain telling it to shut up and behave, it growled back at him. Loki flipped it off getting tired of this endless game. Spotting Karliah with the three horses gave him a welcome reprieve from the madness within.
"Shadowmane, my pretty girl! How'd you get here" Loki called running up with the Nightingale cloak flying out behind him like a pair of wing carved from shadow. Brynjolf chuckled walking up behind the younger man with amusement shining from his eyes. Karliah nodded to him smiling at Loki's jubilant behavior.
"She came here on her own with Nightmare and Terror in tow." Karliah answered, shaking her head as Loki began to stroke the mar's side, running his hand over the black velvet smiling as the horse nuzzled his hurt side.
"I'm fine girl, no worse for wear then when I last saw you. I hope the boys are treating you good." Loki said looking over to the deep brown Terror and the dark gray and black spotted Nightmare. The two male horses tossed their heads snorting in unison, as if offended at even the thought. Loki smiled continuing to pet his beloved horse murmuring to her softly. The mare nickered at him now and the as if she was speaking right back Loki would answer her nicker.
"I can't see him being a thief at times. He's just so innocent." Karliah said laughing softly at the young man's behavior. Brynjolf nodded chuckling when Loki hugged the horse around her thick neck before turning away to run up to them a grin etched onto his face.
Loki was bouncing on his feet his cloak settling around his frame, making him look mysterious and strange, unless you knew him that is. Loki always wore a long black cloak that easily concealed him from preying eyes. That fact was well known by the entire Guild and most of Riften.
"Let's get go-"Loki was cut off as an arrow came flying from the woods and imbedded it's self into the wall near Loki's head. Loki spun on his heel grabbing his bow from his back, noticing an arrow and drawing it back, aiming into the wood, searching for movement. A flash of metal caught his eye and he could finally take in their scent as the wind shifted. More Silverhand, it was a wonderful day to be a werewolf.
"Silverhand." Loki snarled letting the arrow fly for the flash of metal, smiling in a feral way when he heard the cry of pain, the Guards rushed to his aid, while Karliah notched her own arrow, ready to fire at any who dared unveil them selves, Brynjolf rushed forward, barring his teeth as Silver hand swarmed out of the wood. Loki dropped his next arrow as one of the Silverhand caught his eye, the man wasn't a stranger, in fact, Loki had nearly run him over before.
This man had been fleeing from the attack on Jorrvaskr. Loki felt anger swell into full blown rage. He dropped his bow drawing his blades and leaping at the man with a battle cry that stopped some of the ill prepared hunters dead in their tracks.
"You!" Loki screamed as he slashed with his blades, spinning in a deadly whirl as he cut through any enemies in his way, on a dead path for the familiar man. The Guards and Brynjolf got out off the way of Loki as his rage grew when the man proved to be elusive, dodging behind his fellows and running back and forth, Loki was to pissed to think straight, this man was the one who killed Kodlak, he just knew it!
"Loki duck!" Karliah called letting fly an avenging arrow, Loki didn't think twice he dropped down letting the arrow bury its self into the Silverhand's shoulder. He got up slowly and towered over the man the normally calm emeralds were narrow and wild amber slits.
"I'm not going to kill you. Yet. But unless you want to be in a good deal of pain I suggest listening to what I have to say." Loki's voice was a low rumbling growl, several of the Guards close enough to hear Loki stepped away in fear, knowing the famed Stormblade. The wounded man spat at Loki, who proceeded to kneel down grab the arrow shaft and twist it deeper into flesh and muscles. Everyone flinched at the scream the Silverhand emitted; Loki just gave a twisted grin.
"If you want to live I want to know a few things. I'd like the answers fast, got it?" Loki asked running a finger over the arrow shaft to make his point.
"Alright! What ever you wanna know!" the man screamed grabbing at his wounded arm. Loki smiled, nodding at the fear in the semi-strange mans' eyes. He wasn't a cruel person, until you messed with what was his.
"First, are you targeting the Companions again, second where are they, and third, and also the question that will decide your fate, are you the one who dealt the final blow to Kodlak Whitemane, the last Harbinger of the Companions?" Loki asked his eyes narrowed as the man began to sweat, his heart beat speeding up, Loki knew those sings the man was panicking, and he was scared. The howl echoing in his mind accompanied by a sharp tug at his chest were the only things distracting him, he had to keep his wolf back.
"Yeah, we're going to attack 'em, but I don' know where or when." The man stuttered, Loki could tell the man was just typical for an axe swinging brut. No brain but plenty of brawn. Resisting the strong urge to eyes and cut the man's throat Loki asked him again.
"Not what I asked. So I say again, are you the one who killed my Harbinger and where are The Companions!?" Loki hissed pushing on the shaft to cause the man some pain again smiling at the man screamed.
"I have no clue I swear on my Grams grave I don't!" The man was actually crying but Loki's face and heart remain ice cold.
"Alright however," Loki paused tugging the arrow out sharply pleased by the man's scream, he even smiled. Pulling out a wickedly sharp Daedric dagger he pressed it to the wounded mans throat.
"I know for a fact you, a Sliverhand piece of trash, would never forget the details of such a great Companions death. Now tell me if you did it!" Loki screamed lifting the man up by his scaled armor pressing the blade closer to the man's skin. The man looked at the Guards who were walking away then back to Loki.
"You're gonna kill me either way so why's it matter?" The man snarled weakly. Loki just snorted, his amber eyes narrowing further.
"Because If you did kill him then I won't kill you like this. You'll face me on equal ground and you'll know the wrath of all the Companions before you die." Loki's narrow amber eyes trained on the man's eyes, looking for a bit of false hood so he could just kill and be done with it all.
"yeah I'm the one who got the old fool." Seeing no lies Loki dropped the man and stalked a few feet away. He tossed his arrows, dagger and twin blades to the side turning back to the injured man.
"No weapon on me and you'll have your sword, perfectly fair, don't you think?" Loki mocked the man his hands held out to his sides, while sneering at the Silverhand. Who was getting real pissed off real fast.
"Die you stupid dog!" He roared running at Loki with his blade high and ready to swing down in a deadly arch. Loki smiled slipping behind the man easily, kicking his square in the back, causing the other fighter to stumble forward and fall face first into the dirt.
"Come on, you can do better than that!" Loki snickered, laughing at the man openly as he charged again, sweeping his blade out, Loki dove down, ducking the blade, bringing up his fist to hit the man right in the jaw, probably dislocating it completely.
Loki grabbed for the blade, done playing, knowing the last sweep and been a close call. The man moved back lashing out and luckily Loki's armor was able to take the hit, because if it hadn't his arm would have been cut in half.
"No more games." Loki hissed running at the man and driving his elbow into the man's gut he grabbed the silver sword and stabbed the man through the heart, ending the duel. Loki panted with adrenalin, blinking as his wolf retreated to the back of his mind content with the blood shed. For now.
Loki frowned at the dead man blinking in confusion, when his wolf got so close he would sometimes black out with his inner efforts too focused on keeping his transformation from happening. Luckily none of the Guards had been paying much attention. But Kariah and Brynjolf were. Loki felt his shame surface as he figured his wolf had played with the man while Loki fought the wolf in his mind.
"I take it back, you're not innocent." Karliah stated in shock. Having never seen Loki so out of it, Brynjolf had seen something similar so he wasn't as shocked but was still pretty speechless. Loki winced when he stood, the bruise that was forming on his arm only half of it.
"Loki, was that you or your wolf?" Brynjolf asked blinking in shock as Loki rubbed the bruising arm. Loki looked at the dead body.
"Just be glade my wolf didn't eat him." Loki answered, looking to the side while rolling his arm in an attempt to restore feeling to it. Karliah's violet eyes widened and Brynjolf frowned in worry.
"Loki, are you alright?" the words were out of Bryn's mouth before he could think them over and Loki stiffened. Bryn gave him a worried look trying to gauge damage, not succeeding in the slightest.
Loki shrugged; he gave a small faltering smile to them, but wasn't giving a solid answer yet. Shaking his head he walked over to the stables to calm his horse before she hurt one of the other horses or the stable boy. After Shadowmane had been calmed Loki told them he was going to go to his house and take a quick nap, he was tired after the fight with the Silverhand and his wolf. Brynjolf knew Loki looked tired, but that didn't mean that was his real reason for trying to avoid them.
Loki let Brynjolf follow him, beyond the point of caring at the moment and jus wanting to sleep for a week, he'd done more moving than h should have with his side the way I was, and to top it all of his wolf was raging inside him at the worst possible time. So all in all it was one of Loki's worse days.