I Dream of Only You, My Dovah

by Emerald Ryuu Feather

A wonderfull dream turns into a wakeing nightmare when Brynjolf learns his protege was killed by Karliah. Brynjolf can't accept the death of the man he'd fallen for. Or can he? Just when Brynjolf caves the face of the woman who took his Dovahkin from him reapperars with a deep and dark secret. Mercer's betrayle, and a said to be dead Dragonborn. Why is life so crule? Yaoi and Smut!

5. I Accept

A/N: Okay I know this must be really annoying but I'm doing a time jump, well a backwards jump anyway. Hope you enjoy this chapter. Well in my summery I stated Brynjolf accepted Loki's death, so accept the lie he must! Enjoy!

Title: I Dream Of Only You

Chapter Five: I Accept

(Day before Loki and Karliah show up, Cistern.)

"I know he's gone, Vex, quit worrying." Brynjolf grumbles as he sits by her on the Cistern's edge. Vex just shrugs, before she looks at him.

"What ever you say, will you stop hurting your self over him now?" Vex drawled, trying to fake indifference. Every one was. No one would show their sorrow, in fact everyone had gotten drunk soon after Mecer had left saying he was going to hunt down Karliah. Brynjolf had stayed in the corner refusing to accept the Dovahkiin was gone.

But here he was finally giving in to the pain, and letting it go. Vex patted his shoulder, before getting up and going back out to the Flagon to keep everyone in check. Delvin needed the back up anyway, and Brynjolf looked tired.

Brynjolf looked around before slipping out of the Cistern via coffin exit. He looked around as he slipped into the hall of the dead, walking to the shrine of Arkay, God of the Dead. He knelt before the small statue, and prayed that Loki was safe in Sovngarde and no longer burdened with the pain he'd been holding onto.

Brynjolf had known that Loki was holding onto something from the past but had never had the chance to discover it; all he could hope for was that the valiant man could rest easy among the other heroes in Sovngarde. The young man deserved it. After all he'd done for the Guild and after all the horrors he must have faced as a solider, he deserved his peace.

Brynjolf regretted not being able to share that peace with him though. For how could a lowly Thief stride the halls of the Grand Sovngarde? Brynjolf had thought he wouldn't mind a life outside of the mead hall, but now he wasn't so sure.

"Rest in a pleasant after life my dear friend." Brynjolf whispered as he got up from his knee he turned and left. The beautiful inscribed gold diamond amulet Loki had gifted to him resting around his neck for the first time since he'd received it. Loki had been a dear friend to every one in his life, even if it were cut short Brynjolf would make sure that legacy was remembered by any who asked.

Byrnjolf was finally accepting the truth. Or was he?

A/N: Is that good fluff? More in next chapter hope you liked! Metaphorical Nutella to all my readers and reviewers, I'm so happy of your support. Please leave a review, and I'm going to fix the mistakes in this story after the next (and last) chapter is posted. Thank you again, Emerald out.