A/N: Hey everyone! I am SO sorry I haven't updated in so long! Lets just say I got a really discouraging PM and there was life drama and so on, so forth. However I've decided that screw that PM! I choose how I write my characters. Especially Koudelka. So for those of you who enjoy this story for what it is, please continue to read and enjoy! Love you guys.

lita2extreme: Thank you for the review! *Gives cookies* I'm happy you enjoy them how I write them.

Lvl34potato: Thank you for taking the time to review! Your name still makes me giggle when I see it. And yeah, it's hard to see Ulfric up and leaving, but he trusts Galmar enough to 'babysit'. Galmar the Ultimate Wingman of the 4th Era?! I think so!

This is only my second go at anything on FF, so don't mind too much. It has no beta, so if an error is bothering anyone, feel free to private message me or send me an email! :)

Please enjoy and all reviews are valued! It's really encouraging to have feedback!

Disclaimer: I do not own or profit off anything I'm writing. However Koudelka is mine and you may not use or take her for your leisure. Thank you!

Important!: This chaper is based off a 3 word or item prompt from my friend. Her items were Dragon Bones, Mead, and Campfire. This was the result. It was surprisingly fun and helped my writers block! So from now on I will be accepting 3 word or 3 item prompts in reviews! Ill pick one each chapter. If it seems popular enough I'll continue to do it. The winning prompt with be rewarded with their own cake! \o/ yay. Good luck! Of course if your item is two words like dragon bones was, it counts as one.

Chapter Rating: K+. There's just alcohol in this chapter. No sexual themes. Just fluff.

It was Wuunferth who peaked her curiosity on the effects of dragon bone consumption.

So obviously it was Wuunferth's fault, right?

Right.

At least that's the logic Koudelka was prepared to use if Galmar happened to rise from his slumber. The assassin bit back more giggles as Ulfric tried to speak again, covering his mouth and shushing him. The Nine forbid Galmar waking.

The Stormcloak Leader, Assassin, and General had been on the move to return to Windhelm from their victory in Solitude. Obviously the journey could not be made in a day, which put the group at a campsite.

Koudelka had been alone sorting through her things in her tent for mead that she had brought for a small victory celebration... Or a way to drink off defeat. However, while she has rummaging for mead, she came across some dragon bones from an earlier kill on her way to Solitude. Elder Dragons were awful to fight...

"This subject is fascinating, Dragonborn! What is this? A rib bone? I've never had a chance to test it, but I hear ground dragon bone in potions will make them multitudes stronger, might I keep this speci—"

She had dismissed the Court Mage's rambles to steal some Deathbell to use in her poisons. Now however... She had a bone, but no potion. The assassin glanced at the mead bottle in her other hand, then behind her at the tent flap. She giggled and took out her small apothecary supplies.

When Koudelka emerged, she had eight bottles between her fingers and one tucked under her arm.

"For a swift assassin you sure take a while to fetch a few bottles of mead." Ralof teased, earning a swift clonk over the head with his bottle before she handed it to him.

"Be nice before I slip something in there Ralof!" The woman threatened teasingly, earning a laugh from everyone around the fire as she passed out the rest of the mead to the soldiers. She took her place at Ulfric's side and handed him the last bottle that she had tucked under her arm.

He thanked her with a nod.

She hid a laugh with an uncharacteristic chug of her own drink.

Galmar leaned back and stared at her flatly from Ulfric's other side.

Koudelka could swear the Stonefist brother was psychic. The woman disregarded it and continued to drink with the rest of the group, occasionally slipping an uneventful glance at her lover. It was about an hour or so later she let out a disappointed sigh as everyone started to head to bed, and Ulfric was still... Ulfric. Nothing had happened. If anything the man seemed extra sober. The soon to be High King hadn't spoken a word since he finished his mead.

'Perhaps the bones had an opposite effect?... That could come in handy later for turning health potions into poisons if I run out of Deathbell.'

Soon enough, after Galmar bid them goodnight with a suspicious eye on Koudelka, it was only Ulfric and his assassin side by side at the slowly diminishing campfire. The male seemed to not have noticed, and looked deep in thought. The assassin leaned against him lightly, causing him to instinctually tuck her under his arm. She welcomed the half-embrace, determined to cheer up the sober leader. It was her fault he was like this after all... However Ulfric beat her to saying something.

"You remind me of a lemon tart."

...What?

"Ulfric... Have you been sitting here the past hour pondering what dessert I am?..."

The rebellion leader shook his head and Koudelka sighed in relief.

Then Ulfric chuckled.

His drunk chuckle.

"I've also decided Galmar is a corn muffin." He stated factually.

The woman dead panned. Not only was Ulfric slightly drunk, he was completely wasted. Wasted to the point of serious sober ponders on dessert people.

"Wait.. Where'd everyone go?" Koudelka snickered. The dragon bone multiplied the alcohol effects! By at least tenfold. The man had only had one bottle too.

"Oh Ulfric... They all went to sleep. I think it might be a wise idea for you to do the same." She removed his arm from it's place around her shoulders and tried tugging the man to his feet.

Turns out he was heavier than he looked.

"Ulfric! Come on." She urged. The man didn't budge, but looked up at her.

"I don't believe I'm ready to sleep yet. I still haven't chosen what Revyn is." He murmured.

The woman smiled softly and tugged his hand again. "You can think about that in bed silly." This time the man followed the pull and stood, stumbling lightly. He laughed and she giggled in reply.

The assassin gently guided the man to their tent which was shared with Galmar and sat the man quietly on the bed. The three officers gave up having three large tents to make sure all the soldiers had shelter. Which meant they needed to be cautious of the sleeping bear occupying the left side of the large tent.

"Shh... Shh, we're going to wake up Galmar..." Koudelka whispered as she stripped off the furs around his shoulders. He let out another laugh and she snorted back a laugh of her own. Nothing was funny but...

She pushed him back to lay on the bed, turning to leave him be to sleep off the alcohol. However that wasn't in Ulfric's plan book, considering he wrapped an arm around the woman's waist and tugged her down on top of him. She giggled and muffled the noise by burying her face in his neck.

"Mmm... Stay with me." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. Of course, staying meant a night filled with pointless laughs and kisses, quiet hushes and muffled words but...

How could she refuse such a request?

I hope you enjoyed this one, I may do a little more serious chapter next time, but feel free to review and leave those 3 word prompts. One will be chosen at random! Also! Cookie points to whoever can guess why I picked someone like Revyn instead of someone like Galmars brother or a Cruel Sea!