Damn, I am really sorry this chapter has taken so long in getting up. I have had a hard time writing so I took a little break and this chapter came to be. Hopefully that means my block is gone. Hope everyone enjoys this chapter, let me know what you think.

Argis relaxed in still in bed in Vlindral Hall, they had just got back last night. Both were exhausted when they stepped into their home. Their armor, and equipment were still lying on the floor in the entryway. He glanced at Jorik and found him still deeply asleep, looking peaceful. He had been floored when he found out that Akatosh and sometimes Talos talked to him while he slept.

Slowly he got out of bed, trying not to wake Jorik. When it was safe and he knew his husband still slept, he cleaned up their mess, and taking a seat at the table with both his and Jorik's armor piled on the floor to be cleaned.

He grimaced as he picked up Jorik's leather armor, and shook his head. These things needed to be thrown out, not cleaned. The leather was too worn to be of use anymore. Argis looked into the bedroom and grabbed a coin pouch off the stand. Trying to be as quiet as possible he tried to escaped outside, with Jorik still asleep.

"Where you going?" Jorik slurred sleepily. He cracked one eye open watching Argis move around the room.

Argis startled for a moment, "I'm going to purchase you new armor. You need it," He answered.

"No, we'll go to Whiterun for that. Eorland Greymane is one of the best armorers in Skyrim," Jorik muttered.

"Jorik, you need armor before then, getting to Whiterun isn't that safe," Argis grumbled.

Jorik growled low, watching his husband smirk. "Your voice is strong, but you are a dragon in a 'joor' body, a mortal's body Jorik," Argis reminded him. His ire deflated with those words.

"Fine, I'll come with you to get armor," Jorik grumbled as he slid out of bed.

~oooooooooooo~

Argis grinned as he sat in his saddle. This time they were riding horses instead of walking. It was a nice break after travelling all across Skyrim on foot. He watched the sky and Jorik, they were out in the open and there was a good chance a dragon could come flying by at any time. He hoped that didn't happen any time soon.

His grin grew as Whiterun came into view, three days on the back of the horse was a lot better than five to seven days on foot.

They had spent a week in Markarth for some much needed rest. Then the letter had come, Jarl Balgruuf had wanted to speak with Jorik. Argis wasn't sure how he felt about that.

The last time they had spoken alone Jorik had slept with Balgruuf. He wanted to be there when they spoke, but he didn't know how to ask without causing problems. He trusted Jorik, but it was the history between the two of them.

~ooooooooooooooooooo~

Jorik sat with Kodlak, "Are you ready yet, to do your initiation?"

Jorik laughed softly, he hadn't forgotten about it, but other things had come up, never giving him time to do what he wanted. "If we are to do it, best to do it now. Who knows what message will find me in a day's time."

"Go find Farkas, he will be your shield sibling in this test," Kodlak ordered and watched the son of his old time friend walk out. Jorik reminded him so much of a younger Aden. He had hoped that Jorik would be a full member by now. He really needed the man's help, he now knew how to cure himself and the others. He couldn't send Vilkas, the boy had a temper, Farkas didn't know what he wanted, and Alea, she would never be cured, it wasn't her nature.

With a sigh he left his room and headed upstairs where everyone would be. He needed his family around him right now. His last dream had disturbed him, he knew his time was coming soon, but didn't know how it would come. All he knew it was sooner than he wanted. He needed to make sure his family was secure before he left.

What better way to do this than having Jorik watched over them. He was a well-respected man, a good fighter, and his name alone would help rebuild the Companions.

~oooooooooooo~

Jorik followed Farkas outside, "I'll need to stop at my house for a few moments," he said as the headed towards the main gate.

"Oh? Will it take long?" Farkas asked, he knew Kodlak wanted this done as quickly as possible.

"No, just need to let me husband know that I'll be gone for a bit," Jorik answered with a shrug missing the shocked look on his companions face.

"You're married? When did that happen?" Farkas sputtered, he had always thought Jorik was single.

"Almost a year now," Jorik eyes widened when he realised how long they had been together. It surprised him to say the least.

Farkas went silent, waiting outside as Jorik went inside. His eyes widened as another nord, just as large as he was stepped out. He had a nasty scar across one eye, a ebony sword strapped to his hip and a shield on his back. He wore steal armor of good make. He didn't need to ask, everything about this man said warrior. He wondered if this man was willing to join the Companions. Later after talking with Jorik he would ask him, now was not the time.

"Where are you heading?" Argis asked.

"Dustman's Cairn, shouldn't be too long. I should be home by nightfall, or morning," Jorik answered.

"If you are not home by tomorrow night I'm going searching Jorik," Argis warned. He didn't like the idea of his husband going out without him.

"If I am not back in three days then come searching," Jorik stated.

"Not a chance!" Argis growled, glaring at his husband and walked back into the house.

"Then we better make this quick, because I don't know how long it takes to walk there," Jorik muttered.

~ooooooooooooooooooooo~

Dustman Cairn was not pleasant. He wished Argis was with him, especially when he saw the word wall. Draugr lay dead at their feet, lots of them, but that was the usual when it came to places like this.

Out of everything, even finding out all the circle of the Companions were werewolves, the word wall worried him the most. "Farkas, leave the room," Jorik ordered, he didn't want to hurt the man and he didn't know what would happen when he listened to the voices calling to him.

"Nope, can't do that," Farkas stated with his arms folded over his chest.

"Then stay there, don't interfere, and if this turn too odd, go get Argis," Jorik came close to pleading. He hated it, but anything less and he wasn't sure the stubborn nord would listen to. Relief swept through him when Farkas nodded slowly. No words were exchanged, there wasn't a need for them now.

Jorik took a fortifying breath and walked towards the word wall. The voices grew stronger, the voices of the souls he had absorbed, a constant white noise to him now was loud. A word burned bright, glowing with old magic, dragon magic. YOL, fire. He felt the warmth in his chest, the burning in his mouth and knew he could breathe fire as a dragon does. He opened his mouth, shouting yol and fire burned the wall. He felt the dragon souls pleasure. One soul taught him the meaning, showing him what it meant to a dragon, filling him with that knowledge. He knew this word as he dragon knew it, not as a mortal like the greybeards.

"Jorik?" Farkas called out, watching the man warily. He didn't know what was going on, but for the past few minutes all the man had been doing is speaking a strange language. Now that he was silent he hoped that meant whatever was happening was done. He hoped anyways.

"It's ok Farkas. We should head back to Whiterun and give the fragments to Kodlak," Jorik murmured, slowly turning from the wall. He stared at Farkas, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes, and worry. He wondered what this meant for him becoming a full member of the Companions.

"So you are truly dragonborn? I had heard the rumors, but thought it was rumors," Farkas uttered.

"Yeah, I'm dovahkiin." Jorik answered. "We should head." He didn't want to explain, he really didn't want to talk about it, especially with the souls within him. They were there, talking to him, still teaching him. They didn't see Farkas as worthy of this information. He knew he had to be very careful, he could control himself better now since accepting who he was, but that didn't mean he still couldn't lose control.

~oooooooooooooooooooo~

Vilkas stood at the doors of Jorrvaskr waiting for his brother and Jorik to show up. A slow smile came to his face as he seen his brother and Jorik walking towards. He was surprised to see another man with them. He wondered if this new man he had went with them on the mission. He didn't think so, he brother knew this was a test for Jorik.

His eyes widened when he noticed that Jorik was holding the hand of the other man. But what threw him off even more was Jorik's amber eyes. He had never seen anything like them, slits for pupils, and amber covering the rest.

"Follow me and we will finish," Vilkas stated as they stopped before him.

"Whatever you have to do, I would suggest we do it quickly. Jorik has to leave very soon," Argis warned him, he looked worried at his husband. He knew these eyes well and knew they could cause problems.

"What's going on?" Vilkas asked, his eyes narrowing when a low rumbling growl came from Jorik. It wasn't the same rumbling growl they could do with their wolves help, this was deeper, more threatening. This was nothing no animal he knew could do.

"Just leave it. Whatever you have planned let's get it done now," Argis stated, placing a warning hand on Jorik's shoulder.

Vilkas nodded slowly, he was surprised that his own wolf didn't rise and meet that warning growl instead his wolf hid deep within him, shaking in fear. He glared at Jorik, never wanting the man to know how much this change affected him and his wolf.

Vilkas led the way with Farkas following right behind him. Argis held Jorik's hand tightly, making sure Jorik knew he was there. Right now it was his job to protect them and his husband and he would do his best.

Argis stood beside Jorik, as a ceremony of some type was going on. He was pretty sure this was Jorik's induction into the Companions, so he kept silent and watched Jorik closely. As soon as this was done, he would take Jorik out of Whiterun and into the wilds where he wouldn't be able to harm anyone until those dragonsouls were finished teaching him whatever there was to teach. He was pretty sure Jorik had come across another word wall, and knew this teaching thing could take a few days.

~ooooooooooooooo~

Kodlak walked over to the couple, watching Jorik carefully. "What's going on?" he asked Argis.

"Jorik needs to leave for a bit." Argis answered him.

"Lost nid faas wuth fahdon. sil do dovah tol Zu'u lost krii los mindaht zey. Zu'u fen daal das wah hiif hi." {Have no fear old friend. The souls of the dragons that I have killed are teaching me. I will return shortly to help you.} Jorik stated, a rumble to his voice that shook the ground slightly.

"What did he say?" Kodlak asked, his eyes widening. He glanced around when everyone stopped and listened. He could see their wariness and fear. He didn't blame them, he was worried too.

"I didn't understand all of it, but he says not to fear, something about the dragon souls and he will be back shortly, or something like that. I am still learning the dragon language. He's been teaching it to me, but it's not easy to learn," Argis explained, he was surprised that Jorik actually spoke with this older man. Usually he threatened, insulted, or growled at them, but this man seemed to have Jorik's respect.

Argis watched the man for a moment and decided to explain, if Jorik trusted him, then he would too. "Jorik is dragonborn, what all nords were raised to believe of that honor isn't what it really is. Yes he does the shouts and takes dragons souls, but those souls speak to him, sometimes they take over like now. When they do this, they are teaching him, right now he is more dragon that man." Argis tried to explain.

"Dragonborn, with the soul and blood of a dragon in a mortals body. I had always wondered and now I understand those words. I'll be awaiting his return," Kodlak murmured and watched the two men walk away.