Just a Skyrim fanfic: Extended cut

Jailbreak

(Leonidas is riding on a horse, but he stops at a river to get himself and his horse some water)

Leonidas: Just a little bit more, and I'm out of here

(Then a thief named Lokir hops on his horse)

Leonidas: HEY!

Lokir: HYAH!

(The horse gallops away with Lokir on it)

Leonidas: Damn you!

(Leonidas runs full sprint, but he can't keep up with the horse)

(Leonidas then takes a shortcut through some trees and waits patiently)

(A few minutes later)

(Leonidas then runs up, leaps into the air, and tackles Lokir off of his horse)

(They both go rolling down a hill until they finally hit the ground)

(The horse runs away, leaving both of them behind)

Leonidas/Lokir: NO!

Lokir: Now how am I going to get out of here?!

(Leonidas punches Lokir in the face)

Leonidas: You would steal from me?!

(Lokir punches Leonidas in the face)

(Leonidas headbutts Lokir)

(Lokir throws another punch, but Leonidas grabs his hand, squeezes, and breaks his fingers)

Lokir: (Yells in pain)

(Leonidas then punches Lokir in the stomach, and knees him in the face)

Imperial Soldier: These fools are fighting! Stop them!

(Leonidas surrenders. Lokir does the same)

Hadvar: No uniforms. And they weren't part of the ambush. What should we do?

Imperial Captain: Put them with the others until we find out who they are

(Leonidas and Lokir both get tied up and thrown into an imperial prisoner cart)

(Some time later)

(Leonidas wakes up)

Ralof: Hey you. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right? You walked right into that imperial ambush, same as us. And that thief over there

Lokir: Damn you stormcloaks. Skyrim was fine until you came along. The empire was nice and lazy. If they hadn't been looking you for you, I could have stolen that horse and been halfway to Hammerfell

Leonidas: MY horse. And I caught you. If the imperials weren't there I would have beaten the life out of you

(Lokir sighs)

Lokir: As much as I despise you, the both of us shouldn't be here. It's these stormcloaks the empire wants

Ralof: We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief

(Lokir nods towards Ulfric)

Lokir: And what's wrong with him, huh?

Ralof: Watch your tongue. You're speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak. The true high king

Lokir: Ulfric? The jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they've captured you...

(Lokir comes to a horrifying realization)