Skyrim Preferences and Smut

"Green is your colour" Miraak x Ldb

jealous Miraak? Jealous Miraak 💖 plus I'm definitely going to write a one shot later with miraak and a baby dragon)

If someone was to go around asking just what it was a dragonborn, no, what two dragonborns did with their free time they'd likely get many answers.Most would guess that the Dragonborn pair would be out helping some unfortunate soul. Others would assume they'd take their part in whatever political issue was present. Perhaps some would even guess the two would be spending their time to meditate on the voice, ponder the inner working of what it was to be both human and dragon.

No matter what the masses would guess, they'd likely be mistaken in this case. Instead of some grandeur quest or political scheme, the two dovahkiins were engaged with the striking simplicity of hiking.

Between the familiarity of your homeland and the comfort of finally returning to your love after days away was more than you could hope for. Even if your "love" was more interested in interrogating you. Of course, you should've known him better. A year being back in the land of mortals did nothing but intensify his underlying separation issues. No matter how much he didn't want to admit it, you grounded him. You gave him a stability that made him weak. So, going off to some remote part of the hold with a random companion at your hip made him nervous to say the least. Even if he said it was perfectly fine.

Regardless of what he said, in the kindest words, he pretty much griped the entire way up the mountain side. Luckily it was a familiar path for you two, one of the first places you took him after your arrival on windhelm's docks. It was a nice view for sure, a sturdy rock formation protruding off the mountain. A natural overhang of thick stone protecting you from the fall of snow or whatever else the weather may offer.

"Ready to take a break yet?" You were well aware he was still in the middle of some ridiculous explanation telling you that he most definitely wasn't jealous of some other man and that you were completely mad if you thought so.

It was his scoff that made you turn. Yet another thing you should've known better to do. Nothing quite gets under the eldest dovahkiin's skin like being interrupted.

The instant your eyes met it became a challenge to not laugh and thank the gods simultaneously. The will to praise the divines came from his own decision to leave his beloved mask at home whilst the sudden desire to laugh was caused by...well..for starters his hands were still held up, froze mid gesture as though further emphasizing the fact you interrupted him. Secondly his face was red in a way he just couldn't blame on the chilly air. The bits of his dirty blonde hair he had loose were beyond tussled, likely from him running his hands through it, and finally his breathtaking, unnaturally glowing emerald eyes were heavily hooded by the intense furrowing of his brow.However, no matter how comical it was there was no denying he was angry.

You didn't really expect him to answer you now and his arms transitioning to being crossed only confirmed your suspicions. It was when he rolled his eyes you realized he wasn't just angry actually, he was hurt. Upon this clarity a deep pang hit your chest, guilt suddenly creeping in your gut. The feeling only worsened the longer you stared at him.

This certainly wasn't how you planned your "off day" to go.

Nevertheless you set down your knapsack with a resonating crunch from the small pile of snow it landed on. For a moment you were tempted to fixate on the bag, hell, anything to distract you from the fact you were the one completely at fault. Sure, he was complaining and probing for questions but..it was fair. Annoying, but fair. You definitely wouldn't appreciate him going off last minute with some attractive company.

Considering such things you sighed, eyes hesitantly going back to his clearly disgruntled bulky form. A small frown laced on your lips as you took a couple steps toward him, just enough to stand about toe to toe. It was discouraging to see how his expression was unfazed despite your close proximity. Nowadays he's usually quirk a brow or give a tiny smile.

Putting all your effort into being steady you put a trembling hand on his chest. Without even thinking about it your fingers gingerly clenched the thick material, a habit you acquired ever since the first time he kissed you. Perhaps the gesture triggered a similar thought in him as well, because even though he was angry he couldn't stop himself from relaxing against your touch.

"I..I'm sorry for that." He swallowed hard, curious to see if you would drag out the apology any further. He didn't think it was appropriate to necessarily beg for forgiveness over it of course, but he wouldn't be totally opposed either way. "I should've been listening."

Your other hand rose to cup the side of his face, your thumb tracing the pronounced diagonal line of his cheekbone. "You're important to me.." you sweetly cooed, understanding it didn't fully absolve you of brushing his words off. Thankfully it was somehow enough to cause him to soften, leaning into the hold of your hand ever so slightly with an abrasive brush of his stubble.

Now it was his turn to sigh. A dense puff of white smoke seething through his nostrils as he did, highlighting just how cold it was around you.

"As you are to me, my dovah jud.." he somewhat grumbled, anger ebbing away in the matter of a few seconds. Realization came to him as well. Not only did you both earn and deserve his trust but there was only a handful of times you both could spend together without the worry of what comes next lurking in the back of his mind. He'd be a fool to take any bit of it for granted and he'd be damned to ever be considered a fool.

Besides, the longer he looked into your glimmering eyes the more he felt himself be subdued into a gentle calmness.

"I was wrong for dismissing you like that. Miraak, I'm also sorry if I made you feel like I didn't want you there with me." There it was, the magic words that completely unbound him from his desire to stay agitated. A serene look in his eyes replacing the previously harsh glare as he let his arms encircle your waist. "The last thing I meant to do was hurt you."

"Very well." He hummed, slowly beginning to grin just like you anticipated. Soon enough he only further reassured you of his forgiveness by giving a quick kiss to the tip of your nose. "And yes, a break would be most appreciated now." Finally an answer to your question.

Much to your relief he unwound his arms from your waist in favor for taking a seat against the cool stone under the rock formation, beckoning you over immediately. You gladly obliged of course. Tucking yourself into his side, delighted by his warmth you were more than apt to finally rest. You were truly elated whenever he cast one of his arms around you once again, this time pulling you as close as he could.

A few moments of peace went by until....

"Zu'u los hin arhk hi los dii dovah jud."