So here is the second chapter for tonight. I thought about splitting it into two chapters, but I needed a happier ending. So I place them both together. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter, leave a review and let me know what you think.

A/N: There is only a four or five more chapters to this story to warn my readers. I hope to get them out in the next couple of days before I have to works nights on Sat and Sun.

Argis sat in front of the fire thinking about the past few weeks. Jorik had never went to see Lydia's body. He had went to the funeral but stay in the back keeping a cold silence. Balgruuf was there to and wouldn't give Jorik his wish of going to jail.

They hadn't been in Whiterun more than three days before they left again. They had just retrieved the elder scroll and were now heading to see Paarthurnax. But through all this his husband was very distance. They barely talked, nor did they banter anymore. They didn't even share a bedroll anymore, Jorik usually stay up long into the night.

He didn't know what was going to happen with them, but he was at a lost. He had tried to talk to him but it got no where, all he got was a leave it alone. So he tried to stupidest things, seduce his husband and maybe things will go back to semi normal, that was a joke. It only made things awkward between them for a while.

Now he was sitting staring at the fire scared that he lost Jorik. He glanced up when there was movement, Jorik was just coming back from hunting. "Jorik, this can't keep going on. You need to talk about this," Argis stated.

"No I don't. I went to Lydia's funeral and it didn't help," Jorik spat.

"And you think you are not the only one hurting that she's dead? Do you think you are the only one affected by what happened?" Argis snarled.

"No I know I am not," Jorik answered softly.

"Then why use it to push me away?" Argis asked and slowly shook his head when Jorik didn't answer him. He sat there and let the silence consume him. He hated this silence but was beginning to be used to it even though he hated it. It wasn't a comfortable silence, these silences always held tension.

"I push you away because I can't forgive myself for what I did," Jorik answered quietly and walked away.

"And yet everyone else has forgiven you," Argis said to his retreating back. He saw him stiffen for a moment and then continued on with his escape. That is exactly what it was, an escape. "You can't run forever Jorik, some time you will have to face what bothers you," Argis called out his warning.

~ooooooooooooooooooooooooo~

Argis woke to a cold morning, he glanced around quickly to find the fire out and no sign of Jorik. He got up quickly to find his pack gone and his horse. He didn't need to be told, he knew already, Jorik had went to face Alduin alone. He clutched his stomach at the sick feeling he was having. He thought about rushing up to High Hrothgar, but knew that would be futile.

Slowly he packed up the gear and then started emptying out the tent. He stopped when a parchment caught his eye. It lay beside where his head had been while sleeping.

Argis,

I am going to fight Alduin on my own. I needed to do this. You were right I need to face what is bothering me. My killing Lydia is slowly killing me, I know this and hate it. After I have defeated Alduin I am going to stay up on the Throat of the World and speak with Paarthurnax. Hopefully the old dragon can help me through this.

I will be returning to Whiterun, when I am not sure. If you wish to leave I understand and don't blame you one bit. Living with me of late hasn't been easy on you. I see the worry and sorrow in your eyes and know I am the cause of it. Out of it all you've helped me the most but now it is time for me to help myself on my own. I hope you can forgive me for this choice and I hope I can come back to you as the husband you deserve not the one that you have been living with.

Yours

Jorik.

Argis felt a tear slipped down his cheek and hope filled him. He reread the letter and folded it neatly pacing in his pack. He knew he had no choice but to wait at home and he would. He wasn't going to leave Jorik, he didn't want to. He knew his husband was still under all the turmoil and that gave him hope every day, though there was some days when that hope dwindled.

He finished packing up the camp and loaded up his horse. Trying not to think of the danger Jorik was about to face he leapt into the saddle and headed for Whiterun. It was the only thing he could do.

~ooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~

Jorik glared at the retreating large black figure. Alduin, "Where does that ass think he is going?" Jorik snarled.

"He is gone to regain his strength," Paarthurnax answered.

"Where would he do that?" Jorik asked still watching the retreating figure.

"Sovngarde," the old dragon said. "Somewhere he has a portal that allows him entrance into Sovngarde. I don't know where it is, or how to get to it. You'll have to find another dragon for that information."

"Any suggestion on how I get a dragon to talk and which dragon would know?" Jorik asked tiredly. He thought this was going to be easy, but it didn't seem to be.

"Dragonsreach can hold a dragon, it did once. Use the trap there for a dragon," Paarthurnax explained.

"Ok, Balgruuf isn't going to like this. Now which dragon would know?" Jorik asked.

"Alduin's lieutenant, Odahviing. He will know," Paarthurnax stated with a toothy grin. "Your shout will have to be strong to impress him."

"There is no worry about that, the souls and you have taught me a lot," Jorik stated with a fierce grin.

"Then go capture yourself a dragon," Paarthurnax stated and took wing leaving dovahkiin alone on his mountain.

~ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~

Argis curled up to the pillow Jorik always used. It still had his scent on it. He knew it was sappy that this pillow helped him sleep, but no one knew so that was fine with him. The weeks had passed very slowly and still no sign of Jorik.

The Jarl had sent messengers, and stopped by personally quite a few times looking for Jorik. What surprised him more was Vilkas and Farkas stopped by every day to keep him occupied so he wasn't dwelling on Jorik not being there.

He chuckled lightly, rolling on his back, Vilkas had tried getting him to drink. He hadn't succeeded but that wasn't the point, the point he actually had fun at the tavern with the people he blamed not long ago. He had forgiven most of them, but not Alea or Skjor. Those two he couldn't forgive, and they knew it. They avoided him, not once apologizing for what they did. They acted like it was nothing, when that was furthest from the truth.

Argis body stiffened when he heard the front door open. He grabbed his sword and shield before his feet even touched the bed. It wouldn't shock him one bit if it was another thief. He had already despatch two of them. He walked slowly towards the stairs, straining to hear any sound.

Slowly he took the stairs, his blade at ready. His eyes narrowed when the strangers back was towards him. A helmet covered his head, he almost thought it was Jorik but he knew his husband would never wear heavy armor. He found it too bulky.

He walked over to the man and quickly placed his sword against his throat while the other arm was wrapped around his chest. "Move wrong and you die," Argis threatened.

"It's been a while," Argis stumbled back a few steps, his eyes widening at the sound of Jorik's voice.

"Jorik?" Argis whispered, he had lost hope that Jorik was going to show up, but here he was. For a moment he wondered if he was still sleeping upstairs and this was a dream.

Argis watched warily when his husband took off his helmet and turned to him. There was a light in his eye that he never thought to see again. He knew now this was a dream and didn't want to wake from. This was the best dream he had in the longest time and he planned on taking advantage of it for as long as it lasted. At least he would have his husband in dreams if he couldn't have in real life.

Argis took a step towards Jorik, reaching out lightly touched his cheek. The soft smile was still there. He moved closer hesitantly, so afraid that a wrong move would stop this dream. He groaned when he felt Jorik's hand on him, cupping his face tenderly. He didn't hesitate meeting Jorik's mouth with his own, he needed this.

His fingers laced through Jorik's thick dark hair while the other hand held his chest plate so he didn't try and escaping. He felt Jorik try and break the kiss, but forced him to stay, he didn't want to lose this moment.

"Wait a moment," Jorik panted breathlessly.

"Not now," Argis growled, and claimed Jorik's mouth once more. He found the latches of his armor, quickly undoing them. He didn't want speeches, he wanted his husband before this dream ended.

"Argis, wait…" Once more Jorik was cut off by Argis. Jorik sighed and gave in, they could talk more later. He helped Argis strip him of his armor, and quickly divested Argis of his clothing. There was nothing else to stop them as they met in a frenzy.

~ooooooooooooooooooooooo~

Argis woke slowly a smile on his face. He grinned as he thought of the dream, it had been so realistic that he almost believed it actually happened. He knew it was a dream, he knew it wasn't real.

His thoughts came crashing to a complete stop when he moved. His lower back was sore, the furs needed changing desperately…. His eyes widened, his breath caught. He glanced wildly around the room to find no Jorik.

His body was telling him what happened last night had been real, but Jorik wasn't here. A look of disgust crossed his face when he thought of the implication. That he had done it all to himself…. He didn't want to think he was that desperate. He didn't think he could go that low. Sure masturbating was normal for any male, but to do the other stuff so that he was sore in the morning was a too much.

With a dark scowl he crawled out of bed, gritting his teeth against the pain. He wasn't going to allow himself to take a healing potion, he deserved this pain, he had brought it on himself. Slowly he dressed himself into regular clothing instead of his usual armor. He didn't bother grabbing his shield…. His eyes narrowed, his shield and sword were not where they usually were.

He went downstairs, his scowl darker than it had been.

His eyes widened. His breath caught and he stopped dead in his tracks.

Jorik was here! His husband was here in this house. Had it been a dream? No it couldn't have been, he had been awake. He had to have been.

"Jorik?" Argis said tentatively, unsure what had happened last night.

"Argis… we need to talk," Jorik said as he looked up at his husband. He smiled slightly, Argis looked so confused, and it was understandable. Their last time in each other company had been strained.

"Why are you here?" Argis asked, regretting the words as soon as they left his mouth. He watched the light die in his eyes.

"I came to talk, but it didn't turn out how I planned," Jorik answered slowly, uncertainty written all over his face.

"I didn't let you talk. I thought it was a dream and didn't want it to end," Argis answered truthfully, his voice cracking with his admission.

"Paarthurnax talked with me for days. He forced me to see my error, the hard way," Jorik said slowly. "I owe you of all people an apology. With my hatred of myself I made you suffer with me and I had no right to do that. I never meant to make you suffer, but with my narrow-mindedness you suffered with me. "

"Jorik…" Argis tried to interrupt but didn't succeed.

"No Argis, don't trying and make what I did anything less. I hurt you, I know I did. You accused me of running, and you were right. I left that morning to see Paarthurnax, without you. I needed to do this on my own and not lean on you. I needed to find me and accept what I had to do. You had forgiven me, everyone else but me," Jorik explained.

"I know. I read your note," Argis said, taking Jorik's hand into his. He squeezed it lightly tugging Jorik to his feet. "I forgive you," he whispered against Jorik's mouth before giving him a chaste kiss with all his pent up emotions.

Jorik pulled Argis close, burrowing his face against Argis neck. Peace fulfilled him as Argis held him tightly. He swallowed thickly fearing to tell his husband about the next part of his news. He didn't know how to lighten the news, or how to say it so Argis didn't worry anymore. He had already put Argis through enough.

He smiled softly as Argis took a seat on one of the furs on the fur and pulled him close. For now he wouldn't say a word of what he had to do. Tomorrow they would talk more, tomorrow he would include Argis into his plans. Tonight was there's.