Skyrim Preferences and Smut

"Baby Fever" Miraak x Ldb

(Baby dragon this time)

Winter was not a forgiving season in your homeland. Everyone knows that even through the summer Skyrim was known for its delightful flurries. So to say that it was cold would be one hell of an understatement. However despite the atrocity of the elements, you were capable of making your proud homestead comfortable. A humble fire ignited by a mere mumble of "yol" and a bottle of spiced wine in your hand.

The only thing troubling you at this point was the fact that Miraak was due back home from foraging a little over an hour ago. Sure, he was definitely able to take care of himself. Gods he was anything but defenseless. Perhaps the source of your anxiety stemmed not from what could happen to him, but what would happen to something if it messed with him.

Thankfully before your mind could wonder too far your focus was snapped back to reality by the sound of a door opening, howling winds accompanying it before an abrupt stop. Eyes still gazing into the fire you grinned, you knew who it was. Even if you didn't at first, you knew the pattern of footfalls and clinking of golden chains by heart, quickly giving away who it belonged to.

"I was just wondering where you were.." Was your breaking of the silence, a happiness you didn't realize was missing taking over.

However when he didn't answer, his large form languidly retreating to your shared quarters, the smile dropped rather quickly. He was grumpy naturally but it was unlike him to ignore you. If anything he'd annoy you to no end before ignoring you.

What could he possibly be mad about? Surely he heard you.

With an agitated huff you pursued him. Frustration growing with each step closer. Once you passed the doorway you were practically fuming. It was pitiful he could invoke such strong emotions so easily, but hey, you loved the bastard so if anyone was aloud to do this to you it should be him. Needless to say, you were still pissed.

If looks could kill, he'd likely have daggers sticking out his now bare back. His robes were full of rapidly melting snow and were now lying in a messy pile next to his boots. How'd he get undressed so quickly? It didn't matter.

Crossing your arms over your chest you cleared your throat. "I was worried." You gruffly sneered, brow furrowing.

When he didn't answer again, only looking over to give you emerald hued side eye, you were about to blow up. How dare he stand at the foot of your bed, bare save for his pants, infuriating you beyond belief?

As though sensing your impending fury, he sighed, opening his mouth to speak. Before any words could form, a distinct "squeak" stopped him. Instantly his eyes were saucer sized, now perfectly fixated on you.

"What the hell?" You muttered, arms uncrossing before you took a few hurried steps to his side.

Nothing could've prepared you for what was previously hidden. Did you gasp? Yelp? You didn't even know. For what reaction would be appropriate when there was a minuscule creature lying on your bed? What was one supposed to do when there was a...a..dragon?

Being Dragonborn didn't mean you knew what to do in the presence of another dov. Kill was definitely a first instinct but...not now. Time itself seemed to heed as you took in the details of the creature before you.

It was..beautiful? Scales glimmering in the candlelight a shiny golden-cream color. It's wide, curious eyes a kind amber hue. It was no bigger than a wolf pup, yet it stood as proudly as its tiny wings and legs would allow.

Whenever it's eyes met yours is when they really lit up. From the tiny form erupted a strangely cute hissing chirp as it inspected you, it's head tilting side to side.

"I think the little dovah likes you." Finally, your lover's deep accented voice spoke, a gentle expression on his face.

With no hesitation, one of his burly arms wrapped around your waist. His gaze however was still transfixed on the little creature, clearly amused as it approached you.

"Um..yeah, wait no. Miraak, where..?" "It's no matter, this little one didn't have a home. She wouldn't survive on her own." He mused, his free hand reaching towards the golden dragon to lovingly let the top of her little head. "It wouldn't have been right to leave her, sahrohtaar practically forbade it."

Maybe you've gone insane. That was plausible. You knew he was compassionate but you were sure that it was limited to you and yourself alone. Never in a million years would you have expected this. Besides..when did dragons mate? You were almost certain they were all male. Okay yeah, logically speaking that couldn't have been so but you've never seen a female dragon. Save for yourself of course..but that didn't really count right?

Following his arm up to his face you were even more so shocked. The look of love in his eyes was astonishing. It wasn't the love he shown when he looked at you, but you could tell it was easily as significant, just not the same type. For a man who proclaimed hatred for dragons, this was earth shaking.

"I don't know what to say..." you drawled, slowly grinning once again. You were terrified, weirded out and disturbed but..if it meant you could continue to see that gentle look in his eyes, all of it was worth it. "Does..does she have a name?" You asked, melting as his loving eyes met your own- the kindness in his smile enough to make you forget about the frozen fury raging outside the safety of your home.

He hummed tentatively at your question. A habit of his that let you know when he put great thought into something. "Yes..I was thinking, Briiviinhind." He was proud and it was obvious.

"Brii..Beautiful..shine..hope? Not really a scary dragon name, but still proper. Three words of power." Oh gods, you were slowly falling in love with the little thing. Maybe this was Akatosh's punishment for your coupling with the First Dragonborn.

"It doesn't have to be threatening love." He playfully chided, practically purring whenever you fully embraced his side. It amazes you how he managed to stay so warm, it had to be the Atmoran blood. "Just has to be fitting and..her new mother has to approve of course."

"Mother...?" Your eyes were now wide as well, lips apart as you processed. Maybe you were dragon enough after all, as much as he was at least. "So are you the father now?" The question came out oddly playful considering you were still feeling from shock.

"Well of course I am. Besides..." He paused, his smile widening to the point of exposing his scruff covered dimples as the baby dragon began its trek up his body in search for additional warmth. "Besides, i'll need all the practice I can get."

"Hmm..practice for what?" Now your interest was completely piqued.

"For when I end up putting a nestling of our own in your belly." "WHAT??" To this he laughed, a lovely pink blush on the tip of his nose and a mischievous glimmer in his eyes as he winked.

Divines preserve you.