A/N: Well still owning nothing sooo. On with this non cannon story! Have fun reading cause out of nowhere a brother Loki never mentioned just jumped out of the ground like a daisy! Ahem…. Anyway. I'd like to present the next chapter, have fun. I'll be sitting here watching the ride. Remember hand feet and heads in the ride at all times. And they're off!
Title: Rest My Little Wolf
Chapter Seven: Open Arms
(Loki wakes from his faint)
Loki groaned he felt like he'd just crawled out of a Thalmor dungeon. He cracked his eyes open to be meet with the soft glow of a fire and hushed but frantic voices. Aela's scornful voice rang out.
"You fool! I smell like a wet dog, and Loki can't be moved! And that one you picked up, who's he? We don't have time for this!" Her hissed anger got an angered growl as a response.
"I won't le you destroy him. He's not Silverhand the scent didn't stay with him, he smells like Loki, a sibling perhaps!" Vilkas snarled back Loki sat up slowly, the gashes all over him making the movement slow, and sluggish. He looked over to the fire on the other side of the cave Vilkas had a bundle held against his chest and looked like a wolf protecting its wounded cub. Loki smiled at the thought before a flash of agitation shot through him.
"Vilkas, you claim that could be my sibling, may I see him?" Loki asked sanding with a soft hiss of pain. Farkas stood up from next to the fire Loki had been laying by, quickly moving to help the smaller man, who batted away the offered help. Mutterers of 'I am not an old woman!' came from Loki and laughter echoed from Farkas.
"Loki, I-"Vilkas was about to babble out an apology but Loki held of a hand. A soft friendly smile graced the pale man. He knew Vilkas felt horrible the worried eyes that flashed emotion told him everything. Vilkas had already berated himself enough without Loki's input.
"I know, brother, I know. Now let me see him please. If he really is who I believe he is I will need to talk to him." Loki stated a grim look clouding his face, his yes darkening. Vilkas reluctantly uncurled his arms from around the tightly bundled form in his arms, letting Loki sit next to him and shift the unconscious man over to his own lap.
"By the Nine… I can scarcely believe it." Loki whispered looking at the peaceful look that was settled on the youthful face before him. Tears sprang to the emerald eyes, Loki couldn't help the sob that escaped him, and soon it was full blown crying, tears streamed down his face. That must have been what woke the bundled man, because then a soft rasp was heard.
"Don't cry little Brother; everything's going to be fine. I promise." Loki blinked and smiled at his older sibling's hazed golden eyes, he had their fathers looks, Loki looked a lot like their mother, but the two had always been close. When Loki had come home to find only death he'd given up hope of seeing any family ever again.
"Ulfric told me you'd joined us, I nearly hit him. I yelled at him instead; you know he actually hid behind Galmar?" Loki's brother said smiling up at his younger sibling. Loki looked shocked then started laughing.
"Ulfric did what? I do not believe it." Loki chuckled as his tears of mixed relief and pain became forgotten. He blocked out the three others who watched the easy exchange in awe, never had they seen Loki so open.
"Okay, so he didn't hide exactly, he did take a step back though. I stopped yelling and started laughing hysterically, and then Ralof came in and gave me the report and note you'd left. I let Ulfric look it over but still kept it. He apologized he couldn't get word to me about you sooner by the way, Ralof I mean." Loki grinned at the memories that came up of Ralof and him running from Alduin.
"So I hear my little brother is the big bad Dragonborn. It true?" Loki blinked and eyed his brother for a moment. A grin settled on his face.
"Yeah, I am Dovahkiin." Loki said when the dragon tongue left his lips the ground rumbled, his voice seeping into the earth causing it to shudder in response to the flow of power. Loki's brother's eyes widened in wonder and awe, and then he said something that caused Loki's gut to twist.
"It is true. You'll defeat Alduin, bane of kings. Loki I knew when Mother made me swear I'd find you again you'd be different, but I never thought this would happen." The awe that was clear in his brother's eyes caused Loki to cringe and look away. His brother snapped from his awe and worry washed his face.
"Brother… Dreavin, I am sorry." Loki said his voice tight as if it hurt him to speak. Loki couldn't look his brother in the eyes, knowing the cruel fate that had befallen their mother. He'd failed to save her; it was him who had her blood staining his hands and very soul. Loki clenched his jaw his eyes wanting to water again.
"Loki, what do you apologize for? I know of nothing ill that has come from you or your actions. Brother what's wrong?" Dreavin tried to sit up but the beating he'd taken while trying to hunt Loki down had taken a toll and he hissed as pain shot through him. Loki looked at him in panic and began to fret, his hands glowing a soft gold and his lips softly reciting incantations of healing.
"Sorry! Dreavin just relax, I healed most of the damage but do not try moving, I can not tell the extent of the damage yet." Loki murmured quietly as he adjusted his bundled brother fretting like a mother would to a child. Dreavin wasn't having it.
"Loki for the love of Talos! Stop! I'm perfectly fine! I know my leg is broken in at least two places; my left arm is useless until it can get checked, and I have a few bruised ribs but they'll heal! I don't need you fretting like a mother hen!" Dreavin hissed glaring at Loki as the younger stopped in shock. Loki started laughing and the cold look slipped off Dreavin's face as he joined his brother in hysterics.
"What in Oblivion are you two on?" Aela snapped finally getting tired of it all.
Loki stopped laughing almost instantly, and then Dreavin stopped right after, his face looking at Loki with a sadness lingering in his tarnished gold orbs. Loki's face was now schooled and placid; Dreavin pursed his lips knowing that it must mean something had happened. Something he'd have to hear.
"I am not on anything, Aela. I am just relived my Brother by blood is still here and not dead." Loki said coolly, his eyes not betraying anger or any sing of what he felt to Dreavin.
Dreavin sighed deeply looking around for the first time since opening his eyes. He looked at the tall scornful looking woman Loki had just addressed, she seemed ruffled and she turned her back muttering something he didn't catch before slipping away into the shallow cave and laying down with a well used bow. He made a mental note in his mind not to piss her off.
"Vilkas, Farkas, I would like you both to meet Dreavin, my older Brother." Loki said, his voice sounding tired and soft like a sigh in the wind. Dreavin shot a worried look to his little brother, seeing how tired the younger looked.
"Hey, you took a beating, you sure you don't want Loki looking you over? He's a good healer." Vilkas said his whole demeanor spoke of a young love flustered man. Loki smiled at the tell tail sings rippling around his friend. Loki forgave Vilkas for last night; he'd repaid Loki by saving him from his own hot headedness. Dreavin looked at the large man and suddenly blanched.
"Holy crap you're with a Companion!" Dreavin gasped, at his own shout a pain blooming in his chest from bruised ribs. Vilkas twitched in response, as if he didn't like the pained response.
"He is a Companion, a great one to." Farkas piped up as he walked around to plop down next to Loki, near Dreavin, which earned a tightening in Vilkas that Loki noticed. Loki grinned; he recognized this he'd gone through it with Brynjolf.
"I meant no offense..." Dreavin was still pale and now looked at Farkas. Loki shook his head rolling his eyes.
"You know Dreavin the Companions aren't unbeatable, nor are they as pure as one always thinks." Loki muttered the corruption part to himself but Dreavin heard him and frowned. He knew Loki had become a werewolf, he'd seen him, but that didn't make Loki a monster.
"Loki I know you may be a Werewolf but pull your head from what ever dark place you stuffed it for the warmth because I don't care what idea you have in that dimly lit skull of yours you're not a monster." Dreavin sat up careful not to put weight on his broken leg, or to even try moving his left arm. He batted away Loki's immediate worried response to try and get him to lie back down.
"I'm fine." Dreavin hissed through clenched teeth, as he sat up his body aching like hell, but it was going to ach whether he was sitting up or lying down. He was starting to sweat, his skin blanching from the light tan to stark white.
"You need rest." Vilkas chimed growing more worried for the stranger as his wolf crashed around in a fit inside his head. Loki smiled at Vilkas knowing what was playing through his mind to a good degree. Dreavin nodded his face still paler then it should be.
"I probably should but I'm not until I'm sure my brother's head is out of his ass." Dreavin half joked but truly he wanted to make sure Loki was okay before he did anything else. Loki just shook his head letting out a chuckle.
"Deavin, how did I get my head up my ass this time?" Loki asked looking at him with a grin, but worry shone I his eyes. He wished his brother would just lie back down. Dreavin was always stubborn but this was ridicules.
"Dreavin please, you do not help yourself by doing this." Loki said clenching his hand to resist the urge to help his Brother. Loki was slipping further into his habits he'd picked up in the Deserts, and everyone was seeing it.
"Yeah. But I'm helping you, and that's good enough for me. Ulfric took upon himself the duty of informing me of mom's and father's deaths. He told me they both died in your arms. He said it nearly broke you, then you went on a rampage against the Thalmor, you got caught and Ulfric came with his own elite to save your sorry hide." Dreavin said his eyes flashed at the mention of the Dominion. But his voice became tight, as if he was in pain.
"Loki, I know what its like to see someone you care for, family even, die for you or in your arms. But you should never throw away your life. You know Ralof nearly broke into hysterics after they got word of you capture? Ulfirc nearly shouted the palace to the floor yelling out orders. Or so I'm told." Dreavin had gotten paler and his slight grin at the end of his little speech couldn't cover it up.
Dravin was tired and he knew Loki hadn't meant to cause him pain. But when he'd heard what had happened he'd cried, he'd actually broke down in front of Ralof and Ulfric and everyone, he'd been so relieved and so scared his brother was alive, after such a gap in contact he knew his brother was safe.
"I am sorry, I was despaired at the time my mind did not think clearly nor did my heart, forgive me my brother." Loki had tears in his eyes as a vice tightened around his heart at sensing his brother's despair. Loki didn't want to know but he had to ask, or Dreavin would tell him anyway.
"He is dead?" Loki stated more than asked looking every bit as wounded and tired as he'd been feeling. Dreavin pursed his lips and looked down; he blinked a few times taking a deep breath he nodded.
"In my place. He took a Thalmor blade through the chest to protect me. I'd been shot in the side and was down, an easy target. He got in the way. My men rallied and drove the Thalmor troops off, but none of them were healers of any caliber. I tried my best to stop it, but death is inevitable when you lose that much blood. I'm sorry Loki." Dreavin closed his eyes and slouched, his body looking ready to collapse in on itself. Loki hugged him careful not to agitate the injured arm.
Dreavin brought up and good arm and pulled Loki closer, resting his head on top of his younger brothers, who now probably felt centuries older and he'd be right. Loki looked younger than twenty and yet his words spoke of someone centuries older. He rubbed Loki's shoulder as his brother cried.
Dreavin closed his eyes and began to hum an old tune their mother would sing to them when they were young boys. Loki stifled his despaired sobs to listen to the humming, before quietly Loki began to sing the words, barley a whisper.
Loki finished the song him and Dreavin holding each other tightly, Loki still looked like he was crying but his sobs had ceased. Both looked exhausted, Vilkas shifted his position, slipping an arm around the bundled Dreavin, who yelped in surprise. Loki stood with Vilkas swaying on his feet, he gave Vilkas a weary look then held out his arms and motioned to Vilkas to hand him over.
"No. I'm holding him, you'll drop him." Vilkas stated with a flat look his voice betraying slight agitation. Loki growled at him swaying on his feet and almost groaning in pain. Farkas got up and held Loki steady, this time Loki just gave in and leaned onto the other for much needed support. Loki walked over to his bedding and pointed to the spot next to him. Vilkas frowned he opened his mouth to say something when Loki held up his hand silencing him.
"Let him get to know you first, Vilkas." Loki muttered rubbing at his tired eyes. Loki looked over to Aela who was giving Vilkas an icy glare.
"We will be moving tomorrow, I will carry him, alright?" Loki called to Aela, who just gave him a grunt in response; she turned her back to him and the fire and fell asleep.
"Um… "Dreavin said looking at the dark haired man holding him close, the man was built like a warrior no doubt about it, but the gentle hold on him spoke of a lot more. Dreavin felt his face heat up as the pale blue eyes settled on him. He suddenly wanted to be vary small, those pale blue orbs were as intense as fire, but as calm as a forest lake. When was the last time Dreavin found a good looking man with eyes like those? Well a single man anyway, Ulfric was taken damn it all.
"That is Vilkas, do not worry about him. He would not hurt you nor would he ever want to." Loki snickered as he watched Vilkas eye Dreavin with that look that just screamed 'I want'. Loki noticed Dreavin start to blush and begin to shift uneasily, as if unsettled.
"Can I be put down, please? Not that I think you'll drop me, but this is embarrassing." Dreavin muttered trying to hide his face under a fold in the blanket that wrapped around him. Vilkas let his cocky smirk light up, as he leaned down and placed Dreavin next to Loki's 'bed'
"You know, Loki isn't the only wolf here, and when you smell like that it can be rather hard not to take a nibble to see how you taste." Vilkas murmured in Dreavin's ear, nipping at the shell. Dreavin sucked in a quick breath, going from a soft pink to a full on blush. Loki blinked at Vilkas in shock and nearly doubled over laughing when his brother went bright red and froze, his gold eyes blown wide.
"Vilkas, I think that you are going to give Dreavin a heart attack." Loki chuckled trying to hold back but failing miserably. Vilkas shrugged and pulled away, although it was reluctant.
"You should look him over tomorrow; it'll be easier on everyone if he's healed." Vilkas stated pulling up his normal attitude. Loki rolled his eyes and shot a wink to his brother, who was still flushed. Loki stretched and pulled his things together, finding a few spare furs he made a make shift bed next to his, helping his brother shift onto it.
"What was that for?" Dreavin asked quietly, hoping not to draw attention to himself, he didn't see the other one, Farkas, anywhere near them and hopped that even with wolf senses no one would hear him.
"Well brother I think Vilkas has taken an interest in you." Loki piped up lying down on his own bedding, being careful not to agitate any of his own bruises or gashes. Loki placed his head on his crossed arms his face looking up to the flickering shadows cast on the ceiling by the fire. He glanced at his brother, a smile on his lips.
"You two would be good together, give him a chance. Vilkas is a good man, and we both know you'd never sleep with a woman." Loki joked, chuckling at the muttered retort from his brother.
"Neither would you, pain in my ass Virgin." Dreavin muttered and Loki started laughing. Dreavin glared at him, muttering about crazy thick headed were-pups.
"I Have not been so innocent for a while brother." Loki muttered laughing while Dreavin sputtered.
"Who!? When? Have you married?" Dreavin sputtered looking at Loki with an owlish expression. Loki ducked his head wincing.
"No… I've not asked, nor do I have an amulet of Mara from Skyim, I wear the one I was given by a Khajiit named Frasha one of Father's friends. I don't think he realizes that my amulet I have is one for Mara yet, but I'll be getting one from Riften's Temple soon. I hope." Loki says to Dreavin letting his eyes drift closed as sleep claims him. Dreavin lays there listening as Loki's breaths even out, and he knows his brother is asleep. Slowly Dreavin drifts off as well. Both Bothers hoping tomorrow would be less eventful then the earlier day.
Dreavin took a while to sleep however, thoughts clouding his mind. How the hell did his little brother get his cherry popped before him? What would Loki say if he found out? Who the hell bedded his little brother!? But the one that troubled him most, who would be present at Loki's eventual marriage that could represent their father or mother?
A/N: Wow, I finished two chapters with the net still down. Hope this is making up for the delay! Frensha is pronounced Fra-shaw.
Emerald Out!