Discoveries

"Dovahkiin…" a voice whispered.

Jorik glanced around, searching for this new voice.

"Dovahkiin…"

Jorik's eyes narrowed as he listened to the raspy voice. It wasn't a voice familiar with him, but with the amount of people trying to talk to him through his dreams he wasn't surprised in the least.

"Who's there?" Jorik yelled out.

"Ahrk fin Kel lost prodah, do ved viing ko fin krah, (And the scrolls have foretold, of black wings in the cold)

Tol fod zeymah win kein meyz fundein! (That when brothers wage war come unfurled)

Alduin, feyn do jun, kruziik vokun staadnau, (Ulduin, Bane of Kings, ancient shadow unbound,)

Voth aan bshlok wah diivon fin lein!" (With a hunger to swallow the world)

"I know Aldiun is back, what is the point of this warning? I learn nothing new," Jorik bit out.

"Do you really believe that Dovahkiin?"

Jorik moved forward through the mist, he heard screams, frenzied shouts, and whimpers of fear. He kept walking seeing men, women, running and cowering. Jorik stopped and glanced around when he heard the beat of wings. Darkness covered him, his body shivered in fear as he met dark, cold, dead eyes. He knew this dragon, seen him in his dreams many times. Alduin, the dragon he was supposed to stop.

"Dovahkiin," the dragon's voice boomed out mockingly. Jorik shivered in fear as he stared at the menacing dragon. He didn't know what to say, threatening this dragon at the moment seemed like the wrong thing.

"Joor mey!" Yes he was a foolish mortal for standing against this dragon. He knew this now, there was no way he could defeat this dragon. His powerful soul called to him, but not in the same way as all other souls. Instead it was that soul wanting his, not his wanting the dragons.

Jorik closed his eyes awaiting for the killing blow, then a cool wind came out of nowhere, soothing his, erasing his fear. Slowly he opened his eyes, golden scales stood in front of him. Akatosh….

Jorik bowed low to the god, "What is it?" he asked quietly.

"Now you understand," Akatosh's voice boomed out.

"That your son's soul is like nothing I have never felt before? Yes, I felt it, it wanted my soul."

Akatosh smiled down at his chosen one. "When you finally do what we have been asking of you…"

"You're saying if I let the dragon souls take me over then I will be able to defeat Alduin…" Jorik whispered, horrified at what he was hearing. It looked like he had no choice. He thought of Argis and knew there was no way he could live in the same house without putting the man in danger. "Then so be it…"

Jorik gasped for breath when he awoke. He glanced around him quickly and sighed when he found Argis watching him worriedly.

He stared at Argis, his eyes hardening in resolve. The decision had been made, soon it wouldn't be safe for Argis with him here. He got out of bed, still not saying a word to Argis, quickly he packed his bag, putting his armor on and left the room.

Jorik glanced at Lydia, she was cooking something not paying attention when he entered the room. He went over to the lockbox where he kept all of his keys and important information. "Lydia, if I die, would you be Argis' housecarl?" he asked quietly.

"Yes my thane," Lydia answered slowly with a confused look. Jorik nodded, grabbing the keys and walked back upstairs.

Argis stood at the top of the steps with a worried look. Jorik stared at him for a full minute before holding out his hand to Argis. "All my houses are yours, anything in any of the chests are yours to do with as you wish," Jorik stated, before turning and leaving the house.

Argis stood there dumbfounded, his eyes never leaving the keys in his hands. His gaze switched to the door that Jorik had just walked out of. He didn't understand it, it made no sense to him.

Argis didn't think, he only reacted, the cold feel of the metal key pushing him into motion. He raced out the door, quickly glanced down the street for Jorik. He found the man walking towards the gates, his shoulders hunched within themselves. No longer the proud nord he knew. Quickly he ran towards him, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcing him to turn towards him. He braced himself for a shout, or angry words. He would have preferred that to the empty look in his eyes.

"Why are you running?" Argis asked, trying to hide his fear that Jorik was just about to disappear permanently.

"Running? I wish. It would be so much easier. No. I am going to hunt down Ulduin, and to do that I have to quit fighting my dragon nature. It's not safe for you to be around me anymore," Jorik explained.

"Isn't that for me to decide? I have seen you when you are Dovahkiin, and not once have you harmed me. What makes you think you will now?" Argis yelled his frustration.

"When the souls take over I have no control," Jorik bit out. "You've seen what happens when I lose control. Do you really want to push your luck?"

Argis smirked as Jorik's eyes changed once more. He waited for the growl and wasn't disappointed. He walked close to his husband, slowly lifting his hand to his cheek, those amber eyes watching his every move. He could see the warning in them and didn't care, he knew, on some basic level that Jorik wouldn't harm him. "I don't see you harming me right now," Argis stated and slowly laced his fingers through Jorik's hair, he tugged gently until those amber eyes met his.

"Be careful Argis, my control is not limitless," Jorik bi out.

"No, but those souls are calling to you and yet you still have control. Go figure," Argis answered with a smug smile.

Jorik heard Argis' word and stopped. It couldn't be this easy, there was no way it could be this easy. None of this had been easy and yet the man before him made it sound so easy. He didn't believe it at all. There was no way something he had been fighting for months could be this easy, he didn't trust it. Argis was letting his guard down to easily. And yet, the souls were there pressing against him, but they didn't want Argis' blood.

Argis smirked when there was no answer. The ancient look in his husband's eyes unnerved him somewhat, not as bad as it used to. "This key is yours, the houses are ours," Argis stated as he grabbed Jorik's hand and placed the key against his palm and closed his hand around it.

"It's not sa…."

"I don't want to hear it that it's not safe. That's bullshit. The gods wouldn't have given you this gift if you couldn't control it," Argis bit out with a scowl.

"You put too much faith in my control," Jorik growled.

"No. You don't put enough faith in yourself," Argis argued back with an intent look. Behind those ancient eyes he could still see Jorik, the man he was starting to know. The man that was his husband, the one he held at night to keep nightmares at bay. He could still see him in there and knew he was right.

Argis jumped when someone cleared their throat and then flinched when he heard Jorik growl. He glanced over his shoulder and noticed two guards standing there at the gates, no more than a few feet from them. They had heard everything. Argis didn't know what to say, or do, he had just aired out Jorik's most personal fears in front of these guys.

"Be gone!" Jorik ordered, his voice booming out, the beginnings a thu'um.

Argis' shoulder slumped. He couldn't believe he had been that stupid to have this argument in front of people. This should have been done in private, not where rumors would start spreading and quickly. "I'm sorry," Argis murmured quietly, a deep sigh leaving him.

Jorik took a step closer, placing his hand on Argis' cheek. He forced the man to meet his eyes, "You've done no wrong," Jorik answered, his voice sounding deeper than usual. He could feel the souls pressing, but not the same way. When he walked out the door he allowed them to have their way, to take him over, but they didn't. He could still feel them there, but their knowledge filled him, old memories that weren't his flitted through his mind. He didn't feel the same, but more. It was the only way he could explain it to himself, it made no sense, but he was glad that he could still think rationally.

Argis met those amber eyes and saw that Jorik really didn't care. He was surprised at that, most would have been embarrassed, or angry, but Jorik wasn't.

"I should go," Jorik murmured as he stepped away.

"No, we are going back to the house. I am going to pack my bag, and then we leave," Argis stated, giving him a challenging stare.

"You like living dangerously don't you," Jorik muttered with a shake of his head. He went to turn but stopped, the souls were no longer pushing against him, it was like they were quietly waiting and content.

Argis saw the astonished look on Jorik's face and chuckled. He didn't need to be told that the souls were pressing against his husband anymore. His one eye was green while the other was milky white. His eyes clear of turmoil that usually lurked there. Argis moved up beside his husband and couldn't hide his smug smile.

He knew things had just changed, but wasn't sure how. To be honest he didn't care, he was happy Jorik was finally listening to the higher powers. His smug smirk turned into an outright grin. He felt sorry for Alduin, that dragon had better stay the hell away from Jorik. Argis was placing his bets on Jorik, there was no way that overgrown lizard would defeat his husband, not now.