A/N: Boo! Teehee! Back already with another chapter! So I went away to visit my sister in New York, and that's a lot of travel time. So I've come up with a few stories/scenes to post after this, once I actually figure out how to get them on paper! *Anime sweatdrop* Anyyhow! This is kinda a fluffy thing, considering the 3 prompts practically wrote themselves. It was too cute to resist tho! So enjoy!
timeywimeyspaceywacey: I'm happy I made you cheer! It's good to know I didn't continue it for naught! Oh my lord. *Blushes* Thank you, haha, I had to stop writing a few times because I was blushing. *Facepalm* Such a shy person. My poor friend Joshie had to hear the blunt of my squeeing.
Lvl34potato: You are indeed promoted! Teehee. *Flashes new potato-weapons* NINJATATO! Thank you too for loving the lemon! Like I said to timey, it took me a lil while to write. I was so nervous over it being bad. Laila so deserved it! Koudelka deserved the loving after 7 chapters of not getting any serious lovin xD! Enjoy!
lita2extreme: Hey! I missed your reviews the last chapters, I thought I lost you! D: haha. I'm so happy to hear how much you love my story, you really made me smile a lot! I can totally understand the part about short reviews on first chapters; a lot of stories aren't continued past the first. *Glances around nervously*
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 Notes for this Chapter:
There are no individual notes, but this chapter is set before Ulfric and Koudelka really even like each other. This is kinda one of the first good experiences they have, even if it is kinda bad. I'm planning to write more about their pre-relationship soon.
Chapter Three-Word Promts:
1: Wabbajack
2: Folklore
3: Accidental snuggles.
Like I said, wrote itself xDD
Chapter Rating: K. It's all fluff and not to romantic, mostly humor!
Anyhow, enjoy!
The Jarl of Windhelm glanced up as the newer member of his army strode through their encampment near Whiterun, carrying an odd cloth-wrapped object on her back. She headed towards his mapped table to report to them. He had previously been going over plans for the attack with his general, Galmar. Said man had completely lost the Jarl's attention when their scout had returned.
Normally Ulfric wouldn't send scouts considering none of their soldiers were trained for such things but this woman seemed to have a gift with the shadows, preventing her from getting caught while snooping. However, she also had a silver tongue to match if the situation were to arise where she did get caught. It was as if Sithis himself made the assassin with his own hands.
The man had never seen her face before, aside from the Helgen incident, and for obvious reasons he didn't remember much of a stranger's face. However he did distinctly remember her eyes. This coincidentally was all the Brotherhood cowl permitted. The damn woman stubbornly refused to wear the Stormcloak armor, calling it loud and a burden. Then again, for her type of work it probably was. The woman he had been pondering interrupted his thoughts.
"You're a war-leader, not a damn Psijic. Pay attention, Stormcloak!" Her attitude. Did he mention her attitude?
By Talos! That was a charmer.
"They've received a few men from Tullius guarding the gates. They're stationed here," she pointed to the location on their map, "and here." Koudelka glanced up to confirm that the man had been listening that time, drawing a chuckle from Galmar.
Ulfric failed miserably to silence the other male with a glare.
"Stormcloak."
"Yes, yes, I've got it." Who was the leader again? He turned his head back to the woman in front of him, nodding to an area over her shoulder. "And what is that… staff?"
She huffed softly. "Personal business, not Stormcloak related." With those words, the blonde woman turned on her heel and headed out to her own camp further in the woods.
Koudelka examined the newest addition to her equipment carefully. She retrieved it from her house in Whiterun while she had been checking the guard posts, seeing as how she had just stored it without really looking at it to rush to her next quest. The heads carved into the top of the staff held a slightly disturbing expression. Aside from that, it looked like a fairly normal staff. Her brows furrowed slightly.
"I can't even feel any power in this thing…"
The lack of apparent energy made the woman wonder if the Insane god had even given her a gift, or if he had just given her a pretty stick. Maybe it really was just a stick.
She was so involved with her examination that she didn't hear the footfalls behind her until they were already too close for her comfort.
By the time the first word was out of the intruder's mouth, a charge had been fired in surprise from the Wabbajack.
A small squeak left the assassin's mouth at the flash of bright light. Seems it was more than just a nice looking staff. She opened her eyes, blinking a few times to rid herself of the odd spot in her vision.
"Oh, in the name of Talos! You must be kidding me. That's what it does?" Koudelka stared at the light reddish-tan rabbit in front of her before rubbing her forehead in exasperation. The clothes crumpled around the large rodent were a dead giveaway but she was praying to all the gods…
"Ulfric...?" She asked hesitantly.
Any hope she had was shot down when the rabbit looked up at her with abnormally green (and angry) eyes.
"Oh, fuck me." Koudelka sighed. They had a huge invasion tomorrow, and their leader had been turned into a fucking bunny.
The woman couldn't help but giggle at the idea of a miniature axe-wielding bunny Ulfric. She closed the space between them with a few small steps, kneeling before the rabbit with an apologetic smile, despite the fact he couldn't see it with her cowl on.
"You're going to kill me, aren't you?" When the furry creature nodded, she smiled wider. Koudelka picked the fluffy ball of angry Jarl up.
"Um, well according to the folklore surrounding the Wabbajack," she entered her tent and settle the rabbit onto her bed of furs, "it should wear off in a few hours… The staff is more defensive than offensive."
Koudelka was completely clueless to what her rebellion leader was thinking, but if the huffing and twitching of his nose was anything to go by, he was furious.
The assassin huffed softly and crossed her arms. "Sleep here tonight, Galmar will gut you as a bun… rabbit. You should be better by tomorrow…" She hesitated for a moment before walking out of the tent to gather the mess of crumpled clothes and carry them inside. If anyone for some reason came to her secluded camp, they would see them outside.
When she returned, Ulfric had migrated from the center of her furs to the corner, leaving room for her to lie.
"Thank you." She whispered, tossing his clothes carelessly on top of the chest she had squeezed in the small space.
This may be her fault, but she was no housewife. Especially to him.
It was late into the night, and staying up further would only rouse suspicion if the Jarl's absence was to be noticed.
Koudelka blew the lantern in her tent out, sending a quiet mental goodnight to Shadowmere. She proceeded to tug her cowl off, releasing her hair from its tangled bun. She didn't particularly care Ulfric was there considering he was a rabbit; however she aired on the side of caution and kept her armor in place. She didn't know if the man would be angry enough to hurt her when he awoke. She had learnt not to hope for the best in life.
The woman drew back the top layers of furs to slip between them. The now miniaturized Ulfric wisely moved out of her way before resettling into his previous position by her pillow. He was surprisingly calm for the situation. Then again, he wasn't left with much choice but to sleep off the spell like Koudelka had said.
"Albeit you do sort of deserve it." The rabbit huffed and snorted, which really just sounded more like an enraged squeak. The blonde turned on her side to face the temporary rabbit.
"You do, I mean, maybe I've just misunderstood your cause. I thought you were fighting for Skyrim and her people. Yet her people are of mixed races. Not just Nords. My real question to you is; what are you really fighting for? Food for thought." Koudelka finished and turned to her other side to rest for the night, leaving Ulfric to think.
When the woman awoke she assumed it was near dawn. She sleepily glanced at the small gap between her tent flaps to confirm her thoughts. The second thing she noticed was that she was abnormally warm. The Skyrim nights were not kind to those who were not well prepared. While she was mostly alright without a constant fire, some nights still made her shiver, she wasn't as resilient or built like other Nords, making her suspect she wasn't even fully Nord. Her past life was still a mystery to her though. She couldn't remember anything before Helgen.
Next she noticed strong arms wrapped around her waist and what she realized was a man's front pressed tightly against her back.
Ulfric.
Her first instinct was to throw the man off her, but when she stopped to think, maybe that wasn't such a great idea. After all, it would probably cause both parties to be embarrassed. She was confused as to why he was still there though. Most of his clothes were back on, but he returned to her when he could've just left? Maybe just he didn't desire anyone to see him leaving her tent in the middle of the night.
So she lay with him for the few hours between her waking and his own, enjoying the foreign but enjoyable feeling of warmth from another body. When he sat up she pretended to be asleep still as he pulled away from her. Koudelka missed the heat of his body, but stayed quiet as she listen to the rustling of his furs being placed back on his body. After it stopped she didn't hear the noise of him leaving the tent.
She flinched when a roughened hand cupped her cheek, but continued with her fraudulent slumber.
"I claim to fight for Skyrim, yet only protect the Nords, eh?" She fought to hold back a blush as his fingers traced her cheek a few times before withdrawing. Koudelka heard him shuffling a bit more before exiting the tent. She let out a sigh of relief.
After the large force of Stormcloak soldiers returned to Windhelm from their victorious fight over Whiterun, Koudelka was surprised at what she saw.
The Gray Quarter was under renovations.
She gave their leader a confused look, which was answered with a small smirk and a wink, causing a familiar heat in her cheeks and an unreasonable anger in her stomach for making her blush so much within a few days.
He was the most aggravating man she had ever met.
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