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 falsehood 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 really pissed really 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. The solemn nod was only half the answer.
"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 he should have with his side the way it was. To top it all off his wolf was raging inside him at the worst possible time. So all in all it was one of Loki's worse days. When they reached his home Loki went to his room peeling off his armor and slipping into a random pair of soft leather pants before flopping onto his bed after telling his Housecarl to go away he was fine.
"Loki, please talk to me. You're acting…" Brynjolf couldn't even think of an adequate word to describe Loki's odd behavior. Loki rolled onto his front burying his face in the blankets and furs. Brynjolf sat on the edge of the bed running his gloved hand through Loki's golden hair. He truly wished Loki would talk to hi already, but he held back knowing his little wolf would speak eventually.
"I've always gotten into battles I thought were just, I've never wanted to actually kill some one in cold blood before…" Loki trailed off rolling onto his side to face his lover. Loki looked at him with a mixture of shame and exhaustion. His eyes told Brynjolf every thing, "Until just now. As soon as my wolf saw him I knew he was the one who killed Kodlak, and something in me snapped. The only thing I wanted at that moment was for him to be dead at my feet by my own hand." Loki looked disgusted by the admission he rolled over to face away from Brynjolf unable to look the man in the eyes.
"Loki, it doesn't mean," Loki sat up and cut him off his yes narrowed as he s[poke with authority.
"It mean's I'm starting to mix with my wolf, that is one of the sings, if I can't see the line between my and it then I'll become a murderous beats of Hircine." Loki hissed his anger quickly evaporating and Loki looked away muttering his apologies. Pulling loki into a tight embrace Brynjolf looked down at him with a guarded gaze.
"I swear I'll do what ever it takes to keep you sane, but I'll need you help Loki. Tell me what to do." Brynjolf held the stunned wolf close, so close Loki could feel the steady beat of the man's heart, and sense the protectiveness of the man before him. Loki looked him square in the eyes.
"Stay with me, no matter what happens, and always remind me of who I am." Loki sated his voice not wavering just like his open eyes did not break the stare between him and Brynjolf smiled his eyes finally opening again.
"I'll do my best… My Thane." Brynjolf murmured grinning as Loki chuckled quietly, getting the little plan immediately. Loki fell behind a false innocent face.
"And how, my dearest friend, do you plan to do that?" Loki asked looking up at Brynjolf with 'innocent' curiosity shinning in his emerald eyes. Brynjolf chuckled pushing back the man into the bed, and crawling over him.
"I'll show you exactly what I plan on doing." Brynjolf chuckled before descending on Loki who was caught off guard by agile hands and was soon just to dazed to care about light and dark or anything, just about what Bryn was making him feel and what he could do for his lover in turn.
"Bryn… I… ohh!" Loki was writhing beneath his mate trying to war him he wouldn't last much longer. Bryn stopped his ministrations, running a hand lower, pressing gently at Loki's core.
"Loki..." Brynjolf's voice was rough with need and he trailed off asking the silent question with his lust darkened eyes. Loki whimpered at the new contact but nodded vigorously he needed Brynjolf. Loki pressed against the thief's hand desperate to get some kind release. Brynjolf kissed him hard and let the day get consumed by need.
Loki lay their panting after Brynjolf had made sure to go for four rounds. Four bloody times, he got Loki to reach his height, not that Loki was complaining. He was completely relaxed, he didn't want to move. But of coarse Brynjolf, the ever vigilant voice of reason, told him otherwise.
"Come on Loki, the Guild will go wild if we don't talk to them soon." Brynjolf whispered barely pulling together the will to sit up and search for his missing cloths. Loki groaned as he sat up, wincing at the welcome pain in his backside. The delicious pain reminding him to whom he belonged.
When they were both dressed in their armor Brynjolf hesitated by the door. He took a deep breath before looking Loki in the eyes.
"With Mercer gone, Karliah and I thought you're the best candidate we have in the Guild for the Next Guild Master. What do you say?" Brynjolf looked to Loki with a set jaw, unsure of what the blond would say. Loki looked at Bryn for a while in silent shock. Straightening Loki looked his lover in the eyes.
"I… I see no reason why you don' want the position, Bryn. But if it is what the Guild wants so be it. I accept." Loki bowed his head in respect closing a fist over his heart in salute. Brynjolf smiled quickly kissing Loki before slipping out unnoticed by the city, quickly to the graveyard and then the Guilds entrance waiting for Loki.
Loki waited for a minute having seen a not attached to the front of his door, it was actually to notes. The first told him his Housecale was at the inn trying to wash out her brain, he chuckled at that blushing.
The second note had the picture of a Wolf's severed head on a sharpened spike, at the top. Under the disturbing picture the note read: We'll get you eventually dog, if it's the end of our order for the death of your filthy hide so be it. We're close to finishing off your pack little pup. – The Silverhand
Loki felt a chill run through him, he pocketed the note looking around the market nervously, wanting to desperately be out of the sight of prying eyes. He almost ran to where he knew Brynjolf waited, keeping in the shadows, no one noticing him. Brynjolf looked concerned when he saw how pale his lover was but when Loki shook his head he backed down.
When they entered their home they were bombarded with voices. Loki winced while Brynjolf blinked in shock. Feeling cheated.
"Loki! Thank the Nine you're alright! We heard about what happened and were so worried!" Was the general theme of the greetings, after all, it was the whole Guild screaming their Greetings. Brynjolf frowned crossing his arms and cocking his hips at his colleges' behavior. Loki pressed back into Brynjolf not sure of how to respond to the attention, Brynjolf wrapped his mate in a protective embrace.
"Well I know I was missed." Brynjolf stated with a roll of his eyes. He rested his head atop Loki's who was blushing about the shade of a summer sunset. Everyone in the Guild chuckled, everyone happy to see the last two of their best three back with the family.
Vex stalked up and looked Loki right in the eyes. Her arms were crossed and her stance bespoke quite rage.
"Mercer?" She asked staring straight into Loki's eyes. The man's grin dropped and his eyes became dead serious, his lips set in a line. His eyes meet hers not breaking the locked connection.
"Dead. Beheaded, sorry I couldn't bring it back for you." Loki stated at the relief that flooded Vex's golden eyes, smiling at her shocked expression, and laughing with her when she broke down into hysterics. Vex hugged Loki around the shoulders, hanging off his taller frame. For a few seconds Loki was too stunned to react but he soon returned the hug before Vex let go she quietly whispered a thank you. Loki gave her a smile as a silent welcome.
"Where's Karliah?" Loki asked looking around for the little Violet eyed shadow. Brynjolf frowned pulling Loki back to him, acting possessive, which actually help cool Loki's growing anxiety. Loki leaned into the arms and nearly cried tears of joy when the Dark elf walked up grinning at them knowingly.
"Here I am." She stated her eyes glittering with mischief and Loki half glared at her.
"Don't you da-" Loki started his eyes blown wide as a flush took over his face, but Karliah stopped him mid sentence.
"I hope Brynjolf's skills in bed hold up to the rumors." She smirked as Loki went from a soft pink to a full blown rosy blush. Loki looked at her in embarrassed silenced, when it finally started.
"You got to see him with out his armor on?"Their fence gasped wide eyed, Vex grabbed the front of his Nightingale cloak, "Details! I need details!" Sapphire looked at him in renewed respect, "Damn, and here I thought you were a pathetic virgin." Loki was blinking in shock at all the noise. Then he frowned and glared at Sapphire.
"Yeah, I was a virgin until recently your point?" Loki said glaring at Sapphire defiantly. Sapphire gapped like a fish with about half the whole Guild while Delvin just chuckled, congratulating Brynjolf on a job well done. Brynjolf pulled Loki back to him yet again and sent the rest of the Guild a cold glare.
"He. Is. Mine." He stated keeping it short and sweet; Loki blinked and turned his head to look at Brynjolf over his shoulder a cute blush sweeping over his face.
"Yeah, I'm yours." Loki muttered shaking his head a small happy grin settling on his face. His wolf puffed up with pride and let out a happy howl, Loki didn't show his discomfort with the shrill ringing noise in his ears, only shrugging. Karliah noticed the amber glint, having a nasty habit of finding it now.
She gave Loki a concerned look before walking out with everyone else as they emptied to the bar to get drunk in calibration of not only the fact Mercer had met his fate, but Loki's popped cherry as well. Loki only had one Black Brier reserve deciding against getting drunk. A single strong flagon of mead was enough for him; he didn't like having his senses numb.
All that train of thought flew out the window when Dirge said Delvin could drink more than Loki. Loki got challenged by Delvin and things spiraled down from there. By the end of the Night Loki had literally drunk Delvin under the table, but Loki was also completely wasted. And Loki had a habit of being a very flirty drunk.
Brynjolf found Loki sitting in his lap giggling uncontrollably and flirting nonstop with him. Brynjolf being half as drunk as Loki got it into his head that Loki needed some attention and proceeded to kiss him senseless in front of the whole Guild. While the girls cheered most of the men rolled their eyes and told Brynjolf to find a room, Loki was to drunk to care at that point.
"Fine, I'll just slip out with Loki se you all tomorrow." Brynjolf stated with a grin before slipping off with Loki in tow, not like he needed to drag Loki. They some how managed to sneak to Loki's home without being seen. Loki grabbed Brynjolf when the door shut and smashed their mouths together, not caring and desperately wanting some attention.
Brynjolf gladly obliged dragging them into Loki's bedroom, knocking over a chair or two in the process, not willing to break contact with Loki. When they finally reached Loki's bed, their cloths had been ripped off had thrown every where, and few a frenzy of rough and mind blowing hours past by in the blink of an eye.
When they woke up the next day Loki wanted to hide in a dark corner because his head felt about ready to explode. His wolf's grumpy howls weren't helping in the least. Loki whimpered and curled into a tight ball.
"Fuck the Guild, I'm not getting up. My head will explode. My damn wolf won't shut up!" Loki sounded ready to cry his head hurt that bad. And where Brynjolf might not be in such bad shape he didn't feel a whole lot better. Slowly Brynjolf crawled out of bed and found Loki's supplies pouch, rummaging around until he found to health potions.
"Here this'll help." Brynjolf muttered not fully awake yet, his mind fuzzy from the hangover. He downed the potion, cringing at the strange flavor it left. He looked at Loki who sighed in relief. He grinned as the fog and haze lifted from his mind with the wash of energy invoked by the potion. He leaned down looming over his lover, when Loki opened his eyes he jumped at how close the other man was.
"By the Nine! I'd swear you were trying to give me a heart attack." Loki squeaked, flattening out into the bed wincing when his still slightly hung-over mind panged in protest. Brynjolf laughs at him leaning down to kiss him on the forehead.
"Come on, we need to go to the Guild and sort out the mess left by Mercer." Brynjolf whispers into his lover's ear running a hand up Loki's side before going on "That is if you can stand after last night." Brynjolf chuckles at the remembrance of the rough and glorious night. Loki moans at the touch and Brynjolf almost jumps him.
"But…" Loki whined as Brynjolf pulled away quickly strutting off to find his Nightingale armor. Loki drug himself out of bed sluggishly looking for his scattered armor.
"Oh by the Nine!" Loki heard his Housecal yelp. Diving behind Brynjolf holding his cape in front of them both, he peaked out to see that his Houscarl had covered her eyes. Her face was bright red mirroring his.
"um… Sorry I thought you were still at the Bee and Barb…" Loki mumbled from behind Brynjolf's shoulder. She peaked out from behind her hand.
"You know my Thane; maybe I should just live downstairs. If you need me call me okay." With that the Housecarl scurried back down to the basement. Loki nodded quickly running to the front door where his mask and gloves were grabbing them he hunted down his leggings.
"I can't find my leggings." Loki said calling out to Brynjolf on the other side of the room trying to find his shirt. Brynjolf shrugged pulling up the lost article of clothing, Loki let out an exclamation of joy giving Bryn a swift kiss, slipping into the tight armor.
"My..." Brynjolf got cut off by Loki dangling a piece of armor in front of him. Bryn grabbed it thanking Loki with a rough kiss that was sure to leave the abused lips bruised. Loki hummed in contentment as they began to walk out the door, to run right into some Silverhand scout.
A/N: Well hope you enjoyed this chapter; have fun giving me a review? Please?