A/N: Well, I'm so happy! Well not really, but with out our net up I've gotten so many chapters and story things up and formulated that I'm just giddy! I hope what I've gotten done over my absence makes up for the delay. Anyway Loki senses all is not right, his brother is falling hard for Vilkas and Aela is still a female dog. Well read review do as you wish I'm going to hide now. I OWN NOTHING!
Title: Rest My Little Wolf
Chapter Nine: The Axe and the Stone Man
(Ysgramor's Tomb)
They'd fought many wolves that dared attack the group and Loki being Loki had harvested the pelts. When they had drawn closer to the frosted coast that held the entrance to Ysgramor's Tomb the scrawny black pelts turned white, and several sabers had attacked them by the time they reached the old crypt. The ribbons of light were a rainbow of reds, yellows and blues, the lights cast a strange glow over the ground. Loki's instinct to run had seemed to only grow as they drew closer to the old ruin.
"I don't think we should rush through this carelessly. Something is telling me that caution is going to be a friend." Loki was restlessly pacing, they hadn't entered the tomb yet, and everyone was confused by Loki's strange behavior. They nodded at the truthful statement though.
"Loki lead them, you're best suited." Vilkas said as he walked past the sputtering surprised blond, into the crypt doors. Loki rushed up behind him, too shocked for words.
"Wait what about you!?" Loki shouted the ground rumbling as his voice took on an edge of the rumble of the dragon tongue. Everyone shot him a glare that clearly said shut up, and Loki clicked his jaw shut. Realizing he was not in control he took a deep breath as Vilkas launched into an explanation.
"I can't go farther. Kodlak was right I was letting anger rule my heart and can't go any farther with a grief ruled heart. So return the axe to Ysgramor and continue without me." Vilkas shifted around uncomfortably.
"You think there will be any danger?" Farkas asked looking at the tomb entry walls, which most likely hid a door, like they harbored ghosts. Vilkas and Loki burst up laughing and Aela just shook her head.
"Probably, this is the tomb of Ysgramor's finest; they're probably waiting to challenge you. I wouldn't doubt they've known this day would come." Vilkas shrugged it off looking at Loki he nodded and the young Nord took a deep breath. He looked at the statue and took a step forward, and slid the ax into the cold stone hand of Ysgramor's statue, when the stone door slid open Loki showed no surprise having been in many ruins and having already spotted the camouflaged door. He stretched and began walking through the trails to the inner chamber.
As he came to the last chamber he was only being followed by Aela. Farkas having turned back at the giant web in the door way, unable to deal with the spiders that waited beyond, so he'd gone to wait with his brother. Loki stretched ignoring the burning in his arm from the slice he'd gotten from a Companion's ghost. He twirled his blades advancing down the steps expecting to see another challenge. What he got was a cold kick to the gut.
Kodlak, or at least his ghost, stood next to a brazier that held a blue flame. Loki stumbled and fell to his knees, tears springing to his eyes. He felt guilt rush through him at the sight of the misty blue translucent figure. Aela stopped behind him, muttering in disbelief. Kodlak looked up from warming his transparent hands by the blue fire; he gave a gentle smile, beckoning them forward. Loki sluggishly got to his feet, his blades feeling like led rocks.
"Well, my boy, you've made it. Me and my fellow Harbingers have been hiding here, from Hercine. "Kodlak gestured around them, Loki's eyes swept the room he thought he might have seen a vague outline of other's but to him it seemed the vast chamber was empty save Aela, Kodlak and himself.
"But… There is no one else here, Harbinger." Loki states looking around again before meeting Kodlak's fatherly gaze. He felt uncertain and was still ravaged by guilt.
"Oh there are. You see only me because your heart knows only me as Harbinger. If Vignar were here I bet he'd see a few dozen." Kodlak's light joke eased Loki's erratic nerves, getting him to smile and nod.
"I bet he would…" The joy fled him quickly he looked at Kodlak with a great weight in his heart, he nearly collapsed again. His blades slipped to the ground Loki pursed his lips trying hard to fight back tears, he bowed his head. The blue transparent form refused to let him forget his mistake.
"Grief weighs heavy in your heart, my son. I understand, but the guilt you let cloud your mind, heart, and soul is another matter. My death was inevitable, it would have come eventually. Besides I lived a long full life, and died with an axe in my hand and courage in my heart." Kodlak grinned at that and Aela nodded remembering the battle well. Loki met the gaze with a searing pain in his heart and images he should not have been able to know flash in his mind, Images from Kodlak's mind of his final moments.
"I don't blame you, my death was the working of the Silverhand, and you've exacted suitable revenge for the theft of the Fragments of Wuuthrad. I hold no blame in my heart, Loki." Kodlak walked over, a pale mist seeming to cling to his blue wispy form. He patted Loki's shoulder, a warm smile on his features, when Loki nodded his heart and mind finally clearing as he let the reassurance sink into his being.
"How do I cure you?" Loki asks straightening up and picking up his blades, sheathing them. He now stood tall his heart feeling lighter than it had in many months, no longer feeling like a stone in his chest. The fire that Kodlak had seen nearly a year and a half ago flared to new intensity within Loki's soul, finding a purpose and rekindling like a bundle of dry twigs had been thrown onto it.
"You still have the heads?" Kodlak asks eyeing Loki's bag with slight hesitance. Loki grins slightly his eyes flashing with a fierce light that portrayed his spirits awakening. Loki nodded, pulling out a dry head that had a frozen look of utter disbelief plastered on it. Kodlak had a soft smile when Loki looked back up. Loki had grabbed it remembering Kodlak mention that the heads might hold the key in curing their Lycanthropy.
"Throw it in the fire, and it will undo the cruse, for me at least. I'll join the fight to free the others trapped here. Maybe when we meet in Sovengarde you'll join me in that fight." Kodlak stated it like a fact and Loki grinned nodding. He walked over to the fire and tossed the head into the blue flames.
As the head dissolved into blue smoke, ash and embers the flames flared as if suddenly filled with new life. Loki was transfixed by the flame; it was the same searing blue of his shout… He sensed it before he felt it, a primal power filled with unquenchable hunger and rage. A searing pain ripped through his shoulder as a misty red wolf about the size of a large pony slammed into his side, biting into him.
His control nearly shattered, it was like a fire seared his shoulder and then came in waves through the rest of his body. With a bellow Loki flipped over pinning the red wolf to the ground momentarily. He pulled away when the wolf's jaws let go. He turned pulling out one blade, his injured arm limp at his side, it caused too much pain to move, he couldn't deal with the pain with his wolf so close to the surface. Twirling the ebony blade effortlessly he lunged forward, slashing with a grace only a skilled fighter could achieve.
Aela assisted him firing arrow after arrow at the beast as he slashed, it lunged erratically at one then the other. Suddenly it made a decision, it lunged for Loki, who pulled himself into a defensive position only for it to whirl around and launch itself at Aela, and neither had expected it. Loki ran forward and screamed.
"Yol!" The blue flames burst from his lungs with the speed that could outmatch any arrow Aela hopped to ever shoot. It caught the wolf mid-leap, consuming the wailing beast in seconds, it dissolved it a shower of muddy purple sparks, and blue and red whips of smoke. Loki staggered feeling like there were two rocks, one on each side of his head, slowly pressing together and crushing his head.
Collapsing to his knees he pulled his hands up to hold his head ignoring the pain that seared his shoulder like fire. He felt a cool hand on his shoulder that felt like it was ablaze, and looked up through the dizzy fog.
"Thank you." Kodlak whispered a smile on his face. Loki looked down a sob nearly escaping him. It was final; Kodlak was with the heroes of legend in the halls of Sovengarde's mead hall. Loki held his still throbbing arm close as he got up he looked at the blade leaning down and grabbing it he sheathed it only to look up and see Kodlak still standing there his arms crossed and his smile wider.
"I've need to appoint a new Harbinger before I depart for good." Loki let out a pained wolfish whine, his inner beast close to the surface. Kodlak chuckled he patted Loki on the shoulder, his gaze locking Loki's.
"I don't know who would make a good leader for the pack Kodlak. Vilkas is a good leader, but hot headed and quick to anger, Farkas is too much brawn and well forgive me Aela but you have a short temper as well, and I have a habit of getting people I care for killed." Loki looked away from Kodlak who frowned with disapproval at the last sentence.
"No my Harbinger, you are stronger than you realize, and that is why I know you will lead the Companion's to greater glory. Thank you and good bye."Loki looked at Kodlak in shock and amazement as the blue shadow dissolved. Blinking Loki slumped into the wall behind him. He slid down it, Kodlak's touch had eased the burn but his head was still pounding like hell. With a few deep breaths Loki opened his eyes looking up to meet Aela's astonished gaze.
"Did I hear right? He named you Harbinger?" She asks as Loki gets a miserable look in his eyes. He didn't want this; it was only one more burden weighing him down.
"Yes. Unless you disagree?" His asks hoping to get out of his position; Aela smirked and shook her head. She knew what Loki was trying but couldn't help him; it wasn't her place.
"No, my Harbinger. I'll stay here a while, you should look around a bit then get up to Farkas and Vilkas." She walked away to explore the large chamber. Loki stood, looked at a spiral stair and walked up knowing these crypts often looped. He searched a chest at the top finding Ysgramor's shield and an ebony blade along with a strong health potion, which he quickly downed. Those things were immortal. Loki felt the potion go to work immediately, healing the gash in his shoulder; he'd have to mend the armor once he got back to Riften.
Walking down a tunnel and pulling a leaver revealed an entry back to the starting area. Loki looked at a third door that had opened quickly went through it before Vilkas and Fakas noticed him and he found himself on top of the small little mound of an island a dragon chair near him. The word was already whispering to him, he walked up placing a hand on the stone, feeling the meaning of the word rush into him. With a shiver he opens his eyes a smile on his lips. The second word of Fire Breath and its glow filled Loki with steady warmth.
Walking back down to Vilkas and Farkas revealed the two looking at the new doors confused. Loki smiled and gave a weak greeting; still feeling like his head was getting hit by a hammer. Vilkas nodded toward the door but Loki shook his head.
"I want to set up camp here, right in this chamber. We need to wait for Aela, and my head wants to explode." Loki mutters feeling exhausted. He pulled out his three traveling furs, laying out a large Grizzly's fur, then on top of that a wolf fur. Pulling off his cloak and rolling it up he made a decent enough pillow, and then his black bear fur made a blanket. He'd think about the Harbinger issue later.
It took Aela a few hours but finally she felt content enough to come back up the steps to her pack. Loki had been asleep since he'd comeback from the dragon chair, Vilkas and Farkas had settled down as well, but both were still awake when Aela came.
"He's in Soverngarde?" Vilkas asks not even twitching; it surprised Aela as Farkas sat up looking at her expectantly.
"Loki wouldn't have come back if he wasn't. We have a new Harbinger." Aela states looking over at Loki with a new respect reflected in her eyes. She walks over and shakes his shoulder, waking up the sleeping blond from his nap. Looking up his eyes not focusing, he felt as if he hadn't slept in a week, but at least his head no longer felt like someone were taking a hammer to it, only a soft persistent throb remained.
"You're our new Harbinger?" Vilkas states shocked, not having expected the Nord to accept the title when he couldn't stay. Loki frowned at Aela, not wanting the other's to know just yet until he had a plan on how to deal with the new title. Loki brought his knees up and began rubbing at his temples.
"Kodlak named me Harbinger yes, but I don't know how I'm going to manage that without breaking my heart. Again." Loki sighed wanting to curl back up and sleep longer, but now that he was awake he doubted he'd be getting back to it. Looking up he saw Vilkas giving him a strange look along with Aela and Farkas. Scowling Loki shook his head feeling aggravated because his wolf was howling and worsening his headache.
"Long story short, near death experiences are not fun." Loki stated quickly packing up his things, as Vilkas and Farkas did the same. When everyone had their things packed and they were ready they left, but Loki turned back and quickly grabbed Wuuthrad, having a bad feeling about leaving it behind.
They came out of the crypt into a white wall, it was a blizzard. Loki blinked blinded for a moment; he really, really wanted to curl up now. His head stared throbbing again, the whiteness before him hurting his eyes and brain. A feeling of danger slammed into his gut.
"Get back into the ruins!" Loki shouted just before an arrow came whizzing through the white wall like a black blur that slammed into the wall to his left, barely three inches from his ear. Vilkas pulled out his ax and sword but Loki pushed them back, not wanting to fight when their advantages became hindrances.
"We have no advantage draw back into the ruins!" Loki roared louder this time as Farkas drew his claymore. Again Loki pushed them back as several more arrows zipped past and clinked harmlessly against the wall behind them. They needed the enclosed space and clear air, the white cover that was hiding their enemies was not helping them. Loki was able to get them back but at a cost.
"Ah, fuck! Even their damn arrows have silver!" Loki hissed in pain as he grabbed his shoulder where an arrow had struck true. He leaned against the wall in the entrance room huffing as his wolf howled for blood.
"Think you can get that out of your arm?" Aela asks looking at the shaft knowing it must have hurt. Loki nods and holds the shaft pushing himself back into the wall. Holding tight to the base of the arrow shaft Loki quietly counts to three takes a deep breath and wretches out the arrow. Loki howls in pain as he reopens the older wound as well wanting to kill something, he clenches his teeth, and takes a few deep breaths. By the Nine, Loki hisses in his mind that felt about as bad as when Mercer had stabbed him. Muttering a fast healing spell Loki makes sure his arm is fine before he moves away from the wall.
"I'm gonna kill them… Wait I know Clear Skies!" Loki suddenly sprung up from his pacing and began formulating a plan in his mind not noticing the weird looks he was getting until he looked up. He blinked as the other three just seemed to look at him like he was crazy.
"Loki…. What are you on?" Aela asks shaking her head at his moment of mood swing insanity. Loki just whirled drew his blades bursting out of the entrance he let out a roar in the Dragon tongue to the skies the blizzard seeming to slip from a white wall to a clear sky in moments. The others burst forward with Loki as they charged the startled and stunned Silverhand.
The battle was a setup. Silverhand archers were up above on the cliffs and while the brother's covered Loki and Aela while they picked off the archers more and more Silverhand flooded the area. Loki felt his stomach lurch as their escape was quickly blocked off.
"Shift, it's the only option! One at a time protect your Shield Siblings!" Loki roared then spewed blue flamed at a large clump of Silverhand, the flames flinging them into others who ran wild running into more, the effect was devastating but not enough.
Aela shifted tearing large holes through the silver hand, most of the first line not brandishing silver weapons, but more kept coming in and the number of silver armed men was increasing rapidly but with the archers dead the advantage was wearing thin. Loki protected Farkas as he turned next even more devastating than Aela and more Silverhand fell, but still more came as if the river of blood and mountain of bodies was only a beginning.
"Shift!" Vilkas roared as he impaled a Silverhand cutting off another's head before spinning to decapitate another. Loki obeyed his anger rushing forward like a rampant river, and he was even more devastating than Farkas and Aela combined, his wolf almost rabid with hate.
Vilkas cried out and fell and something even more dangerous than his wolf snapped within, suddenly the blur between beast and man became a clear sharp line and clarity and control reined. Loki was in total control because he and his wolf were no longer two different beings, they had somehow combined.
"Fus… Ro Da!" The roar thundered from Loki's wolfish snout his voice slightly grating and growlish but nonetheless devastating. He stormed through the Silverhand half decapitating several with wide sweeps from his clawed hands. Vilkas was on the ground a bad gash in his side, one that would kill if not healed soon, because it was bleeding badly.
"How?" Vilkas croaked seeing Loki's pale form splattered with red looming over him but in place of amber his eyes were their natural green. Loki shook his head and howled several white snow wolves descending out of nowhere to aid the pack.
"Do not waste energy speaking." Loki barked placing a claw near the gash slowly and in a strange wolfish voice reciting a healing spell to dumb down the damage, almost healing it two thirds of the way before stopping unable to do more at that moment.
"Potions, drink them, and if you move I'll raise you from the dead to kill you myself if I must." Loki snarled turning back into the now slowly thinning Silverhand as slowly a huge pack of snow wolves gathered to aide Loki. The fight raged on for many more hours, until finally the Silverhand had all fled or lay dead.
"What in Oblivion was that!?" Aela asks after her shift ends as she slips into her armor gaping at the pale werewolf that had eyes that sparkled like green gem stones. Farkas looked like he was about to explode, after he was clothed, with surprise and confusion.
"I do not know…" Loki growled his voice distorted and slightly hard to understand but as Loki talked more in this form it became easier and slowly his natural voice came from the wolfish muzzle. The pack of white wolves vanished at the snarl Loki issued towards them. They were not dumb enough to attack him.
"I can move now right?" Vilkas asks grudgingly from the ground Loki turned and crouched next to the still injured man gently nudging the wound with a cold nose and deeming it almost healed he nodded and tried to get his thoughts sorted and in order.
"So what happens now, can you shift back?" Vilkas asks wearily looking the slightly changed wolf up and down. Loki now looked even more man like, but the fur now covered him completely instead of leaving large exposed patches of skin. Loki's fur had paled to snow white and his eyes were green but now glowed, quite literally. Besides that the werewolf was unchanged massive and broad and strong with claws that seemed to cut through anything.
"I do not know." Loki whined knowing his sift should come to an end soon but not feeling that tail tell tingle. Loki growled at the confusion that raged in him at he dropped to all fours and trotted in circles not at all pleased with the way things had turned out.
"Well maybe you can control when and how long you're in beast form now too." Farkas piped up uncertain and just wanting the snarling wolf to calm. Loki looked up almost looking exactly like a white wolf until he again stood and shook his head.
"Maybe…" Loki stated then tried to concentrate on himself when he wasn't in beast form, smooth pale skin and a sly grin and his ever moving hands and no tail in sight, normal rounded ears and blond hair. A stereotypical Nord minus the blue eyes.
"Oh wow… um Loki you should open your eyes now…" Vilkas mutters his voice filled with awe. Opening his eyes Loki gasped in astonishment as he looked down at his chest that was paler almost albino the scares were now vey faint silvery lines. Looking over he grabbed his armor quickly pulling it on and blushing profusely at the snicker's coming from Aela and the appreciative hum that Vilkas had practically purred.
"Um… Your hair's snow white like your fur…" Farkas stated after Loki had dressed looking discreetly away until the other had finished pulling straps into place. Loki looked confused before pulling his long hair, which was now past his hips and down to his knees, over his shoulder. True to his word, Loki's hair was pale as fresh fallen snow.
"Oh by the Nine why must the Deadra play with me like a toy, have I truly no purpose besides being the gods damn play thing!" Loki roared suddenly pissed beyond words at how unfair and cruel this was. Everyone jumped not have expected such a reaction, but Loki wasn't finished.
"Damn you Hircine damn you to the Void! Make sure I'm yours huh? Well fuck you and Nocturnal too, just fucking kill me now, apparently I'm stuck anywhere but with my father and brothers anyway you bastards!" Loki screamed to the skies his chest heaving with his cries of rage. The other's stood in shock as Loki just howled defiance to the Deadra and Divines alike. Loki seemed bent on insulting every single one of them, until Farkas walked up to him.
"You know you don't mean half of what you're saying." The dark haired Nord stated flatly not bothering to fight back when the enraged albino turned on him slamming fist after fist into his chest and jaw.
"I mean every word! Those bastards all act like the world means nothing!" Loki screamed continuing to pound Farkas with his fists. Now Farkas was blocking but not attacking back just allowing the other to throw his rage and confusion and shock into a flurry of violence. He just let Loki pour out his emotions until Loki was doubled over panting and calm.
"I'm sorry Farkas…" Loki gasped feeling shame burn his insides. Farkas shrugged bruised but not overly hurt by Loki's onslaught, he'd only have a bruise or two not much to worry about.
"Nothing to say sorry for, Loki, you needed an outlet I made one." Farkas stated shrugging. Loki gave a shaky grin knowing what the other meat, having allowed the other to try and beat him into submission when the other had become so frustrated with Skjor's death. He'd let almost all the Companions beat on him when Skjor's memory had burned too hot to ignore. Loki smiled seeing why Farkas so easily brushed off the pounding.
"I thank you, brother. It seems I need to pray when I get back home. I have a lot to apologize for." Loki sighed standing straight and putting his hands on top of his head looking up at the sky with uneasy twitchiness. Farkas just nodded giving the other time while Aela and Vilkas stood in shock. Had the ice for brains really just done something so ingenious?
"Well we should get moving I guess no point in staying here." Loki sighed looking back at the tomb with a gaze that screamed longing, but for what no one knew. Loki and the gang headed back along their path home to Whiterun after looting the bodies, Loki eagerly picking up as much silver as would fit in his enchanted bag. Everyone else having an enchanted bag and knowing what Loki was going to do with it piled the remaining silver into their own bags collocating other items that they'd want as well. Soon loaded with silver and gold and other items, Loki having enough random ingredients to make at least sixty powerful cure disease potions.
Loki to say the least was 'happy' again and would become quite and bow his head for hours on end while they traveled, no longer in a hurry they had slowed their pace and rested for a healthy amount of time before pressing on. Loki was praying asking forgiveness for his moment of blind rage accepting he deserved any punishment for his heretical rant. He looked at the skies hoping he'd someday be given forgiveness for how wrong he'd lived his life.
Everyone was asleep, or so he thought when he looked up at the sky silent tears streaming down his face. Vilkas watched in fascinated horror and went to move but a silent hand was suddenly at his shoulder. Looking over he spotted Farkas who shook his head and pressed a finger to his lips before looking back at Loki. Vilkas turned back to the slightly younger man and watched carefully as Loki gushed out his secrets.
"Please, I know I've consorted with Deadra and sinned, and I have no explanation other than my own stupidity. I ask for forgiveness from all Nine Divines. I know I deserve no such chance but if not for me I pray for the Companions and the Guild, all my family, please guide them to true happiness." Loki prayed his voice a soft whisper. Vilkas shook his head and got up Farkas following suit and the two sat by their Harbinger offering silent support. Loki just chuckled and looked up at the sky he looked at one man then the other and shook his head.
"Can't sleep?" Loki asks both brothers nod and suddenly Aela was standing behind them. She sat by Vilkas and looked over at Loki, a hard look in her eyes.
"If anyone one on this world deserves to be forgiven by the Divines it's you Loki, you've gone through hells unimaginable to do the right thing. You of all people should get a second chance, and the Nine be damned if they don't think the same." Aela nodded in her stubborn way and Vilkas and Farkas chuckled in agreement. Loki just smiled and shook his head before looking up at the sky they were less than a day's march from Whiterun.
"So should we just march? It's obvious none of us can sleep." Loki stated standing and stretching waiting as the other's picked up their things and they headed out. They reached Whiterun just as the sun was setting and their weariness was catching up to them, Loki looked at his house and walked in and dumped his bag into a pile that he sorted and put the items in their corresponding storage places.
He looked up and smiled his brother was limping down the stairs bating away Lydia's help. Seeing the leg Loki went over to his brother scooped him up, with mild difficulty, and walked him to a chair. Setting the other man down gently Loki began healing the remaining damage, ignoring his brother's aggravation and bright pink face. When he finished he smiled sweetly and grinned at his sweet brother before hoping up and holding out a hand.
"Want to come with me to Jorrvaskr? Vilkas is there." Loki asks cheerily trying to get rid of the scowl painting his brother's face. Dreavin's face lit up and the gold that had looked rusted and dark suddenly brightened and the playful twinkle that normally lit the gold came back and to an all-time high. Loki had the creeping feeling that Vilkas had done something the last time Dreavin and him had been alone. He helped his brother up and they slowly walked to Jorrvaskr together, both talking about recent events and catching up. Many of the people smiled and began whispering as the brothers past, Loki caught snatches of the conversations and his smile grew.
"That's the Thane! I wonder who he's with, such a handsome man…" was one snit bit but "Oh goodness look at that! I think the Thane has found a lover, quite a catch too!" Was another popular one as well, although a few 'way to goes' were muttered. Loki was surprised no one realized Dreavin was his brother. Getting to Jorrvaskr Loki lead Dreavin around to the training yard to see a rather interesting picture. Farkas had been pinned to the ground by Vilkas and the two were rolling in the dirt in the training yard, most likely training, but knowing how close the two twins were he doubted that greatly.
"Such brotherly love is so rarely seen." Loki joked laughing when Vilkas made the mistake of looking up and paid for it by getting pinned by a triumphant Farkas. Farkas being a bigger and therefor heavier build easily kept his brother pinned while looking up at Loki. Loki smirked at the flush on Farkas's features and looked at Dreavin a smile that screamed some kind of teasing was going to be going his way soon.
"You get one twin you get the other." Loki chuckles at Dreavin's look of clouded desire aimed at the wrestling twins who were in a rather compromising position. Vilkas's hands pinned above his head by his twin, Farkas straddling his brother's waist as the other struggled and wiggled trying to break the hold on him, only making the show all the more suggestive. Loki walked over grabbed Farkas and pulled him off his brother then helped Vilkas to his feet.
"You know you two you should keep you relationship in your bedroom." Loki joked before suddenly Vilkas just growled playfully and tackled him, forgetting for a moment why he was here he played with Vilkas. They wrestled for a while both matching each other until Vilkas had slipped up enough for Loki to flip him under him and pin him down with a triumphant 'ha!'
"Should I be jealous?" A velvet voice chuckled looking up Loki gasped in shock; Brynjolf was leaning against Jorrvaskr's wall looking at Vilkas and him with amusement in his forest eyes. Loki was shocked and Vilkas knew better than to push his luck like he had at the cave and stayed still choosing to look at Dreavin.
"No, but I don't understand why you'd leave Riften… "Loki got up and again helped Vilkas to his feet hardly taking his eyes off the red headed thief worried Brynjolf would assume the worst. Brynjolf smiled alluringly and opened his arms motioning for Loki to come to him. Loki not being one to refuse his rouge lover's affections moved closer and let himself be pulled into a tight hug and heated kiss. Loki forgot everything but Bryn and pressed close the scent of leather intoxicating.
"Oh, well this is awkwardly cute in a, 'I'm perving on my younger brother' kind of way." Dreavin chuckled looking away from his brother as the red headed man devoured Loki's lips. Loki pulled away from his lover blushing and suddenly realizing he needed to tell Brynjolf of the new development in his Lycanthropy. Brynjolf looked confused looking from Dreavin to Loki.
"This is my brother Dreavin, I had given up hope he was alive so I just let the thoughts of my family slip away, but Dreavin is my older brother and well my only remaining family by blood. I hoped to introduce you two later when this mess was sorted out Brynjolf." Loki pulled away entirely blushing when he realized how intimate his position had been. Dreavin looked Brynjolf up and down assessing his worth.
"So you're the one who popped my brother's cherry?" Dreavin asked bluntly not overly impressed Brynjolf's eyes narrow and he draws himself to his full height. Loki tried to get between them but Farkas held him back shaking his head. Loki whined but relented blushing at the dog like noise glad when it earned him no attention. Dreavin didn't back down, only straightened as he glared back at Brynjolf.
"He chose me; I only took what was willingly given." Brynjolf growled warningly, Loki heard the low tone and shifted on his feet uncomfortably while Vilkas and Farkas eyed him snickering quietly as his slightly different and aroused scent hit their senses. Dreavin scoffed and one hand went down to his dagger while he eyed the other man.
"And yet you fail to make sure to keep him in an honorable position. He should have been married before his virtue was stained. He deserved no less as his last name is Soulbain." Dreavin had just killed Loki. With that name was disgrace, disgust and loathe, Brynjolf would hate him for it if he knew of it's back ground. Farkas and Vilkas gasped and Loki closed his eyes and let his head drop forward. His whole world was now getting destroyed by his cursed bloodline, why, why had Dreavin said that foul name? It had earned him nothing but death, pain, and constant fear.
"Loki… Why have you never told me?" Brynjolf asked sounding completely shocked. Looking up Loki saw Dreavin pale and suddenly look at him fear evident on his face. A silent conversation ensued, Dreavin looked at Loki, 'you never told them?' Loki grimaced, 'no', Dreavin closed his eyes his head falling forward to hide his face, 'well shit'.
"I… It is a blackened name no one bears it without shame. I'd hoped to be rid of it after leaving Skyrim… But blood it seems never lies." Loki looked at the ground letting his emotions shut down as he waited for the verbal beating he'd surly receive. Even Dreavin tensed and became stone still doing much the same as his brother, letting his thoughts blank as well until he was a shell.
"Loki, I see no issue with the name, after all, the Soulbain family only looked after their hold as befit their positon, and they were the head family in Fakreath. I can't hate you for a name, your actions speak louder than your bloodline. I do hold issue with you not telling me." Brynjolf chastised walking over and gently lifting the younger's chin so they could look one another in the eyes. Loki was shocked it was a secret he guarded as fiercely as his wolf blood, but if Brynjolf knew the full story maybe this wasn't so bad after all.
"I… I never thought someone would understand… No one knows much about my bloodline and sneers as soon as they hear it. I'm used to keeping it unknown because the pain of watching a friend turn on you is just… I got tired of it all; I guess it just became too ingrained to just ignore it. I'm sorry I never told you." Loki stated looking away only to hear a slight hum before Brynjolf pulled back, only for Loki to get tackled by a large twin who was grumbling about thicker heads then his.
"Farkas you giant get off!" Loki cried after recovering from shock but the other Nord just hugged him tighter and said something about the pack never deserting their alpha. Vilkas chuckled and pulled Farkas up then did the same for Loki pulling the confused man into another hug.
"Kodlak happened to be friends with your family. We know all about the truth so we really don't care." Vilkas states as Farkas begins to flirt casually with Dreavin soon joined by Vilkas as they leave Loki to Brynjolf.
"Any other secrets I should know?" Brynjolf asks playfully, Loki blushes as he's pulled into a tight embrace. Loki nods then pulls Brynjolf into the underforge, forgetting his brother's predicament.
"So you wish to marry before you are taken?" Vilkas asks getting the gold eyed Nord to blush and fidget as Farkas just eyed him. He knew Loki had left with Brynjolf and so decided to move in on Dreavin. Truthfully Dreavin's words had only been a challenge to see Brynjolf's reaction. He fidgeted more as the thought of the twins going at it flinted across his mind. Taking a shaky breath Dreavin tried fighting his blush as he shook his head.
"No, I just wanted to see if Brynjolf would change after hearing about marriage, the Soulbain problem afterwards was unpredicted. I'd assumed my brother had already told you all." Dreavin rambles blushing brighter as Vilkas chuckles and glances at his brother who suddenly has a knowing smirk.
"Would you like to come with us?" Farkas asks deciding they might as well test the waters. Dreavin let out a strange noise somewhere between a whimper and a sigh as his eyes widened. Blinking as he shivered at the thoughts running through his mind he nodded moving closer to the twins who both suddenly sported wolfish grins. They could smell the others sudden change and knew with certainty their wolves would finally be content, in the sex department anyways.
"Well then…" Vilkas purred his wolfish grin turning to a victorious smirk as he moved forward and picked up the other man who didn't struggle since Farkas had his lips over his to silence any kind of protest. Dreavin melted as the two men quickly moved into Jorrvaskr then into their room. By this time the alternation of Vilkas nibbling on his neck and lips and Farkas's slightly rougher nips and kisses Dreavin had been reduced to a humming puddle. Vilkas put him on his feet after Farkas had shut and bolted the door to keep others out.
"You know with a scent like that I'm surprised no others have been after you." Vilkas states playfully as he quickly pulls off Dreavin's shirt. Dreavin chuckles and allows the first article to be stripped from him but brings up a hand and deftly avoids the two sets of hands like a barmaid avoiding her drunk and leering admirers. Dreavin snickers as Farkas just huffs and waits eyes watching ambers. Vilkas chuckles and stands by his brother waiting for Dreavin who still has his hands up and hip cocked as if expecting an advance.
"I'm only wearing a pair of boots and pants. I think you need to lose some armor before I lose anything else." Dreavin chuckles as Farkas just shrugs and pulls his gloves off before attacking the straps that held his steel armor on, and with a speed that surprises the Stormcloak, he is out of the under shirt and armor. Vilkas has his under shirt on looking at his brother with a look similar to annoyed affection. Farkas looked over and growled impatient with his twin's hesitance, pulling off the garment himself which resulted in the two scuffling slightly. It ended quickly Vilkas pinned down, hands at either side of his head and Farkas looming above him a grin on his face before Vilkas growls and slams their lips together. Dreavin watches with rapt attention as the two struggled for dominance; ultimately Vilkas is the winner, although Farkas is still on top.
Dreavin groaned at the show and suddenly two sets of amber eyes were on him measuring him up and appraising his lithe form. Dreavin's build was similar to Vilkas's but he was taller and therefore his body looked slighter, but the twins could tell the man they'd picked was strong. Both watched as Dreavin's attentive stare turned into a lusty look that was complemented nicely by a sly smirk as he kicked of his boots and crossed his arms waiting for the two men in front of him to strip down till Farkas was only wearing the deer hide leggings he wore under his armor and Vilkas was down to his lower steel armor. Now blushing and nervous Dreavin pushed his pants down his hips, only in his undergarments.
"You weren't lying you have a chance of giving Loki a run for his money in the scares department." Vilkas states surprised but suddenly having the urge to lick and trace the scares until Dreavin was scarlet with need and embarrassment. Dreavin swallows down his anxiety as he sees his two interests look at him longingly.
"No, but alas I'm down to one piece, what of you?" Dreavin tries to pull back his earlier teasing side but falters slightly the worry of his lack of experience came back to bite him in the ass. Dreavin takes in a sharp breath as Farkas grins devilishly and stays in place, not removing his leggings as Vilkas takes off his last piece of armor.
"Your scent says you're scared." Farkas speaks up body tensing as his eyes look Dreavin over as if searching for wounds, while Vilkas growled and tensed as if expecting an attack he looked towards the door, both had amber in their eyes. Dreavin chuckled uneasily and looked down not at all wanting to admit his secret aloud.
"I'm fine and the only thing that scares me is losing my virtue." Dreavin admits slightly off handedly although his sudden tension follows a heavy wave of fear scent. Vilkas and Farkas go from worried to grinning. Dreavin had still been looking down and was suddenly pinned to the wall he'd backed into. Blinking up Dreavin feels panic before seeing both brothers' eyes glittering with want and interest. Vilkas is the one who has him pinned though that didn't bother Dreavin.
"You seemed to act like you'd had plenty of your share of pleasure." Vilkas growls thinking of someone other than him or Farkas touching their little Soulbain. Farkas hums in agreement as he waits for his brother to make a move. Dreavin swallowed again and made a strangled noise when Vilkas leaned in and nipped at the side of his throat; the movement of the tanned skin pushing Vilkas to react.
"I hated feeling vulnerable, and it kept the other troops off my back." Dreavin squirmed as Farkas joined in Vilkas's teasing by licking the other side of his throat. Vilkas chuckled at the explanation and gently bit the column of flesh earning a soft gasp and a still body. Farkas ran a hand down the exposed side hooking a finger under his last article of clothing pausing to meet gold eyes with amber, met with a nod he quickly pulls them down and both he and Vilkas pull back.
"Well, well seems Loki has quite the looker for a brother." Farkas hums eyeing Dreavin with sudden hunger as he looks over the well endowed man. Vilkas hummed his agreement before both stripped so Dreavin's discomfort might lessen. Dreavin let out a whimper seeing both men fully nude almost made him rethink his choice, they were both well endowed and muscled to perfection. Hoping he wasn't drooling Dreavin let his eyes wander over each twin in turn appraising the sinful bodies with careful attention.
"Oh by the Nine I'm doomed." Dreavin hummed feeling himself rise to attention from the hungry looks and touches that still seemed to linger on his skin. Vilkas moved closer and guided Dreavin to the bed, getting him to lay on his back. Dreavin felt slightly uneasy knowing he would be submitting to two men who could easily kill him.
"Don't worry; Loki would kill us if we hurt you, not like we have that in mind…" Farkas puffed looking and wanting to touch but refraining from doing so until Vilkas had given him the okay. Dreavin chuckled but let his head fall back as Vilkas suddenly descended on him, licking nipping and teasing his chest with teeth, tongue and devilish fingers. Dreavin whimpered as Vilkas moved and motioned Farkas forward when it was two instead of one Dreavin nearly fainted. He gave in allowing the twins to take and give as they pleased.
Meanwhile Loki was having less fun than his brother. Anxiety ripped at his gut as he tried to explain the reason of his distress to Brynjolf. Said thief leaned against the wall of the underforge and waited as Loki paced trying to sort his thoughts. Coming to a decision Loki explain why he looked different starting from when he entered the tomb to when he shifted back into a human. Brynjolf stood for a moment in shock before moving forward and running his gloved fingers through Loki's hair that he now noticed had indeed paled, which was hard to believe, to snow white.
Looking down to the younger thief's eyes he felt a pang run through him, they had indeed changed and he felt guilty for not noticing sooner. Leaning down he kissed the soft lips as a way to sooth the paler man. Loki relaxed greatly but started fidgeting and had to pull away. Breathing hard and fast Loki was blushing badly, Brynjolf's scent was hitting him hard.
"B-Bryn… I… Oh Talos I hate heightened senses." The white hared Nord moaned resting his flushed face on his mate's shoulder which didn't help since his nose was still close to the intoxicating man and his alluring scent. Letting out a soft whimper Loki pushes himself against Brynjolf wanting to make up for his absence. Brynjolf let out a soft groan as Loki put pressure against certain parts that had been aching to be touched in the week and a half his mate had been gone.
"Loki is there somewhere we can take this?" Brynjolf groaned the feeling of Loki rubbing against him driving him crazy. Loki hummed and blinked the daze from his eyes nodding sluggishly and pulling his cloak around him as Brynjolf did the same the two quickly left heading for Breezehome. As soon as they entered Loki called down Lidiya and told her he had his lover over so she should go to the Inn tonight, which was one order she took without complaint. When the door clicked shut Loki rounded on Brynjolf kissing the other heatedly, wanting and needing the assurance he was still wanted. Brynjolf was surprised but not at all upset with the attention the other was giving and seeking.
"Bryn… I… Oh..." Loki panted as he rutted against Brynjolf not being able to hold back the dog like action and blushing bright red because of it, his instincts were running higher than was normal now that he was no longer two different beings. Brynjolf liked the less shy way his lover was going on about this, liking the way the other rubbed against him and tried to muffle his whimpers in his neck.
"Little wolf is there a bed I can take you to so I can make up for your first time being in a cave?" Brynjolf whispered in a pale ear getting the other to moan and pull away eyes glazed over and literally glowing with the need and want he held for his mate. Brynjolf felt his breath leave him seeing Loki in such a state, and the fact his emerald eyes were glowing in the dim firelight. Loki tugged Brynjolf's hand and then quickly moved up the stairs and took a right. Brynjolf blinked in shock but then bolted after his wolf.
Loki waited by the door when Brynjolf zipped in he slammed the door closed and jumped Brynjolf, unable to hold in his need. Brynjolf didn't care and stumbled back until he hit the bed and fell back which momentarily broke their kiss but Loki looked torn between kissing him again or stripping him. Brynjolf grinned as he grabbed Loki's hips and ground up into the other Nord, whose eyes widened as he threw his head back letting out a shocked moan.
"That's right, just submit, my little wolf." Brynjolf growled Loki let out a whimper and went lax in Brynjolf's hands letting the older man flip them so he was topping. Loki whimpered and wiggled trying to get some kind of friction. But Brynjolf pinned his hips down with his hands and grinned.
"Please!" Loki cried trying to buck his hips but still pinned down all he managed was to get just a little closer. Giving in he went limp against the furs on his bed looking up at Brynjolf pleadingly.
"Please what?" Brynjolf had an evil smirk on his lips that made Loki whine and squirm blushing as he looked away from Brynjolf not wanting to admit his desires out loud. Brynjolf growled leaning down to roughly kiss Loki who moaned at the much wanted contact. Pulling away Bryn smiled as his lover struggled to lean further to follow him and continue the kiss.
"Please fuck me!" Loki blushed as the words slipped past his lips only for Brynjolf to chuckle as he leaned down to kiss the other. Soon both had stripped each other and Brynjolf was making sure to take his time in pleasing Loki. By the time Brynjolf was about to finally take the younger man Loki was a complete mess his eyes glowing in the dim light silently begging to be taken after being pulled over the edge twice. Brynjolf chuckles a slightly evil smirk on his face as he just sat back against the head board.
"Bryn?" Loki pants pushing himself up onto his elbows to look over at his lover confused. Brynjolf gestured to his lap a smirk on his roguish lips. Loki blushed and shifted his position so he was on his hands and knees but his lover guided him so he was in his lap. Panting from their activities Loki momentarily wondered what Brynjolf was doing as he positioned Loki's hands on his shoulders. Loki was about to ask what Brynjolf was doing when the devilish smirk returned and he felt Brynjolf penetrate him.
"By the Nine!" Loki moaned burying his face in the crook of Brynjolf's neck as he moved his hands to the wall. Feeling like he'd die if Brynjolf didn't do something he took it upon himself to move, thanks to the beast blood he wasn't as fragile as Bryn was treating him although he did enjoy the gentleness he needed his mate. Rolling his hips he sets a quick pace using the wall to steady his movements, all the while moaning his lover's name.
After everything Loki was just astonished Brynjolf still wanted him. After they'd finished Loki laid next to the other panting looking up at his roof blushing for what he'd done. When he had reached his peek he'd bitten Brynjolf who instead of wilting had reached his own climax. Looking over sheepishly he struggled to get his sluggish muscles to obey him and move so he could sit up. Ignoring the sting in his backside in favor of looking at the other man worriedly, specifically the wound near the Thief's neck.
Brynjolf was sitting on the edge of the bed with one hand over the bite to his shoulder while looking up from his angle Loki could see the man's expression and saw he was thinking. Crawling up to him he removed the hand to see a silver mark of a crescent moon made from a feather with a paw print of a wolf in the center, but only red irritated skin around the silver mark instead of a bite. Surrounding the moon and paw was a dragon it's wings curling around the moon as its tail dipped down to run along Brynjolf's neck just to flick the spade at the end into the hollow of his throat.
Blushing Loki leaned down to lick the red irritated skin hoping to convey his apologies. Brynjolf jerked out of his musings blinking as he looked over his shoulder at Loki startled. Loki cringed looking like a scolded dog but Brynjolf just smiled. Loki visibly relaxed seeing his mate wasn't angry with him.
"Loki, did you know about my, eh, problem?" Brynjolf asks gesturing to his shoulder. Loki assumed he spoke of his enjoyment of physical pain. Slipping forward so he was sitting next to the other thief he shook his head.
"I had no idea, it just happened. I think when my wolf merged with me certain instincts came with it. I guess I wanted to mark you as mine… And get marked as yours. I did not just say that aloud." Loki blushed, blinking like a confused owl when he'd admitted the strange want to be marked as the Thief's. Brynjolf chuckled and looked over at the blond feeling contentment thrill through him when the other shyly met his gaze.
"If you want me to who am I to refuse?" Brynjolf has a predator's smirk and a glint in his eye as he quickly turns and pins down Loki whose breathing had become quick and shallow due to his mate's sudden dominating demeanor. He bared his neck blushing and feeling slightly strange because of the submissive position and let out a whimper when he felt Brynjolf move closer. Hesitating for a moment the redhead looked into his lover's eyes seeing the trust he leaned down all the way, kissing the juncture of Loki's shoulder and neck before biting down hard.
Loki's eyes widened before he threw back his head and clenched his jaw as his eyes snapped closed. Brynjolf felt a strange rush run through him as he tasted the blood from his lover, he pulled back a sudden want to lick the wound caused him to pause. Loki was beneath him quivering and panting the perfected picture of a needy lover and yet he felt strange as if he were beginning to burn up. Loki felt it and his eyes snapped open as alarm bells went off.
"No… Not this! Stay here!" Loki rolled them so Brynjolf was on his back and slipped away panic and fear evident in his eyes. Brynjolf lay still and blinked the burn was slow to spread but it was beginning to get closer to his heart. Loki suddenly appeared above him a vial in his hand hovering over a dazed Brynjolf.
"I'm so sorry." Loki whimpered hoping this worked he took a dose of the cure disease into his mouth and held it there before kissing Brynjolf trying to get the other to swallow the potion. Brynjolf swallowed and Loki pulled back hoping it hadn't been too late. He watched as Brynjolf's eyes glazed over. Suddenly Loki was back under the other man. Brynjolf leaned down and licked the bite that was already well on its way to healing, but instead of the sharp sting Loki had expected a soft thrill of pleasure ran through him. Moaning he blushed as Brynjolf let out a dark chuckle of approval.
"Submit!" Brynjolf growls by Loki's throat Loki's eyes widened and he jerked in surprise only to hear a threatening growl and feel a warning nip to the spot below his jugular. Stiffening Loki growled but suddenly he felt teeth scrape his throat and he whimpered but didn't go limp. Brynjolf growled and bit lightly Loki stiffened further for a moment growling but then went limp under his mate. Brynjolf hummed in approval but kept his teeth on Loki's neck until the white haired man stopped growling and bared his neck further.
"Bryn…" Loki ventured uncertain of the man's mental state. Brynjolf hummed as he licked the side of Loki's neck getting the pale blond to squirm. When the man leaned back Loki could see the feral light in the dark eyes and began to fear, but Brynjolf soon wiped that from his mind when he thrust into his slightly lose hole.
"Ah! By the Nine, Bryn!" Loki cries out in slight pain at the harsh thrust. Brynjolf let out a soft whine as he kisses the side of Loki's neck, Loki knows he is sorry for the pain but why was the thief acting like this, the potion should have worked. Brynjolf kissed him and in moments Loki's instincts took over and soon the two were battling for dominance. Brynjolf won when he thrust again and hit Loki's sweet spot, getting the blond to give in and submit. The next half an hour passed and they were finally able to rest.
Loki was almost passed out from the rough but incredible fuck but he felt Brynjolf stir next to him and made a strange noise somewhere between a groan and a low cry of pain. Loki rolled onto his forearms so he could look at his lover scared of what he might be going through. He pressed a hand to the man's shoulder feeling the heat slowly fade and he sighed in relief when Brynjolf crashed. Loki curled up and pulled a fur over them wanting to rest after all the excitement.
The next morning Loki woke first and went down to his alchemy lab to brew a few potions he may need for Brynjolf. Suddenly arms snaked around his waist. With a jerk Loki turns his head hand with his Alchemy knife turned ready for a defensive jab, only to stop short. Brynjolf looked down smiling before looking back up. Normally neither did things like this, comforting embraces, unless they were about to sleep so Brynjolf doing this meant something.
"You scared me." Loki admits relaxing into the embrace and turning back to his potion, unwilling to allow it to blow up in his face like some novice. Luckily it was a low maintenance potion and the small pause he'd taken had not affected it. He finished it and leaned more fully on the table, having felt the lips at his neck the whole time he'd been brewing. He arched his back pressing skin to skin and purring at the contact. He wanted Bryn, no doubt about that, but what was with this behavior that was so unusual? Brynjolf's hands run down over Loki's chest resting on the slim hips and pulling them back to reveal how hard the Master Thief was. Loki shivers and moans quietly but doesn't want to ruin his alchemy table by breaking it.
"Bryjolf if you're going to fuck me please not against my Alchemy Table; I might break it." Loki groans as Brynjolf grinds into his ass. Loki feels the skilled hands of the other Nord slip slightly lower to slip to the inside of his thighs, massaging while getting ever closer to his hard on.
"Ah… Bryn not like this, please, at least take it to that damn chair. Ngh!" Loki bucked gasping as one of Brynjolf's hands finally rubbed his growing arousal. Brynjolf keeps them pressed together as he slips to the right and the uses soft gestures to coax Loki up on his knees into the chair.
"Bryn, what are you planning?" Loki groans looking over his shoulder slightly upset by the loss of contact as he feels Brynjolf pull away. Brynjolf unties his own pants stroking himself to complete hardness as he looks over his lover in his current lured position. He smirked at the image of Loki arched one hand stroking his own cock as his other stretches his own hole. He slides forward and unties the blond man's pants tugging them down to his knees and with a little wiggling from Loki, completely off. This left Loki in only that strange amulet he always wore.
"Prepare yourself while stroking yourself to your own rhythm for me?" Brynjolf murmurs into a pale ear gently nipping the shell and tracing it with the tip of his tongue. Loki gasps but pulls himself up so he could indulge his mate. He'd treat Brynjolf to such an erotic fantasy; he wanted to keep the red head and was willing to do something like this to do so.
"Like this?" Loki asks uncertain of himself as he rubs at his entrance with a hesitant fingertip. He wrapped a hand around himself and pushed past his barrier gasping at the feeling. Even if it was his own fingers in him his instincts felt this was wrong, only his mate was supposed to touch him there. He moaned as he brushed his prostate, arching into the air and stroking slightly faster as he added a second finger scissoring them to fit the third. He quivered and moaned head hung low as he watched his hand glide over his own cock.
He heard Brynjolf moan quietly and added the final finger not minding the familiar burn as he bucks into his own hands feeling a coil tighten. He just needed a little more. He opened his eyes not remembering closing them and looking at Brynjolf, who was stroking himself as he watched Loki take himself with his own fingers. Loki came with a chocked call of Brynjolf's name.
He feels the other at the back of his thighs and withdraws his fingers holding onto the back of the chair and groaned as he felt Brynjolf fill him. By the Nine he could die happy after Brynjolf fucked him one last time. Brynjolf stroked his twitching cock back to life enjoying the fact it had taken Loki looking at him for him to cum. Loki looked over his shoulder with hooded eyes as Brynjolf begins slow smooth thrusts loving the shivers he feels when he prods that special spot. Loki rocks back to meet him half way and Brynjolf loves the soft noises the almost albino is making. He speeds up in an instant to a brutal pace making the Thief under him scream.
Loki is barley holding himself up on the chair after Brynjolf had his way with him and so Brynjolf picks him up. Loki holds onto his lover as he's carried back to the master bedroom and dropped on the bed. Brynjolf climbed on top of him and kissed him, deciding he hadn't satisfied his craving just yet he flipped Loki onto his hands and knees and took him again. Loki submitted to Brynjolf each time he took him, not caring what position he was put in only wanting Brynjolf to claim him in anyway.
It was finally afternoon Brynjolf let them rest Loki just flopped down and closed his eyes groaning when he felt a pair of arms wrap around him. He couldn't do anymore, he was completely spent. Brynjolf chuckles and begins petting Loki's hair back running his hand down Loki's back. He knew the other was troubled about something; it was in the way he moved.
"I know there's something bothering you. So I decided to get you to the point you couldn't resist." Brynjolf chuckles at the soft huff and decides to pet the pale almost scarless sides, he'd been rather adamant in tracing the ones he remembered, and getting Loki to moan helplessly.
"Yes, it's hard to explain, but the spirit of Kodlak before he traveled to Sovengard, named me Harbinger. I'm the leader of both Thieves and Companions. I have no idea what to do." Loki groans relaxing and closing his eyes feeling like a boneless pile of goo after what Brynjolf had put him through. At first he'd feared it had been the beast blood but no; Brynjolf hadn't shifted, so it couldn't be that. The other had wanted to get him relaxed so they could talk. Loki had a fleeting thought he wouldn't mind that conniving behavior if he got fucked like that more often.
"You could still run both traveling between here and Riften on a horse takes less than a day. And based on what I understand the Companions are pretty self-efficient, and being Harbinger is more an honorary title than much else. It just means you settle disputes between the pups." Brynjolf jokes lightening Loki's mood. Loki chuckles as he turns in Bryn's arms so he was face to face with his lover. He smiles and nods; he'd buy a horse and make monthly trips to Whiterun, Suddenly Dreavin's question popped up. Marriage, how would a free spirited thief like Bryn respond to such an advance?
"When Dreavin asked about marriage you didn't decline the idea… But you also didn't make any indication you wanted to be married." Loki let the rest of his thoughts hang unsaid between them but knew by the flash in the green eyes his lover had caught his uncertainty. Brynjolf brought up a hand brushing back the snow white hair Loki had tried to hide behind, and leaned down drawing the younger thief into a tender kiss different than the other's they had shared, this one was filled with all the care he held for the Dragonborn. Loki felt his breath leave him, they'd shared possessive, heated, smooth and worried kisses, but nothing so desperately tender and mild.
"I love you Loki. When you had died those few days I'd felt as if my world had shattered and yet we had hardly been friends for very long, I'd brushed off my feelings as a mentor's love for their protégé, though deep down I knew the only one in all Tamriel I wanted was you. Then Mercer told us you were dead and my heart just broke. I didn't want to think you could die, didn't want to acknowledge that you were mortal like the rest of us. If that says anything I think it says I don't care if we're wed or not, you're the other half to my heart and soul." Brynjolf's small speech had Loki holding his breath, at the end Loki had to blink away tears, he'd always wanted to hear a confirmation, but this was more than that.
It was a pledge that no matter what Brynjolf would remain by him and he felt his heart suddenly swell as if wanting to burst. He leaned up and kissed Brynjolf it was a sweet kiss one that was calm more an exploration of each other than a battle of dominance that Loki would always give to Brynjolf. Brynjolf felt Loki stir and he could never deny the other always managed to light that fire in him.
"I only wanted to know if you didn't want marriage but a pledge of your heart and soul are just as sweet if not sweeter. Thank you." Loki murmurs as he complies with the gentle pressure urging him to lie on his back. Neither Loki nor Brynjolf noticed the star of Mara outside in the sky shine brighter as the two re-explore each other taking time to map every aspect of each other in no rush as they slowly climbed to their release instead of the frenzy they normally felt.
Then finally after they'd come down from their high they settled for a rest it was late in the evening anyway, and an early start tomorrow would be a good plan if they were to sort everything out anytime soon.
A/N: I hope twincest and a shit load of citrus made up for the long gap. I mean in the game they just say brothers they never state that Vilkas and Farkas ARE NOT twins, and besides Fan Fiction is for twisting the original story… Right? You all still love me don't you?