Toss a Coin to Your Witcher (Completed)

Proud

Geralt's brothers remained silent for a good minute before Coen broke into a smile and slapped him on the shoulder.
"Eskel is going to rip him apart, you know that?"
"Hey, i'm tougher than I look. I mean, I've been handling this sour puss for 8 months." Coen chuckled lightly and clapped the Bard's back. 
"I bet you have." 
"No, I meant- oh, har har." Jaskier rolled his eyes and Geralt even cracked a small smile. "I'm famished, do you have something other than brown sludge?"
"Oh, i'm sorry your majesty, is our sludge not good enough for you?" Lambert grumbled with a tone that was somewhere between joke and spite.
"As a matter of fact i have quite the review for whatever it is you're running here." Jaskier said playfully, and Coen and Gwain sniggered. "But I suppose I'll hold off until judgment seeing as my hosts are so warm and friendly. I'm looking at you Vesemir." He pointed to the older Witcher who was leaning almost casually against one of the stone pillars that held up the arched roof with a huge scowl on his face. "Life and soul of the party that one."
Geralt slid his bowl across to Jaskier and demanded that he "Sit down and shut up."
"Grumpy much. Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed." Jaskier said with that stupid grin of his that made Geralt want to kiss him. He held back the urge and swivelled on the bench so that his back was to his brothers.
"You would know. You took up 70% of the bed and you're half my fucking size." Geralt grumbled so that the others might not hear, but they had picked up their food and joined them at the table.
"Lovers squabble already?"
"Fuck off Lambert" Geralt said, but it was light-hearted. 
"So, are you going to tell us how you met?" Gwain asked, with a tone that suggested to Jaskier he mostly found it all very funny.
"I flirted his socks off in a bar." Geralt scoffed at the words and decided to let his guard down a little and enjoy some time with his family without pretending to be emotionless.
"I distinctly remember you saying 'you don't want to keep a man with bread in his pants waiting', that was what really reeled me in." He said, eliciting a roar of laughter from the other Witchers. They ate in silence for a while before Merek finally asked what they were all thinking.
"What happened there?" He pointed to Geralt's shoulder, still firmly wrapped in cloth, blood staining parts of it. 
"Griffin. On the border of Temeria."
"You took one on all by yourself?" Asked Everard prodding at his bowl of food disinterestedly. 
"Well I didn't have a choice, it attacked." Geralt noticed Jaskier wasn't bragging about his part in helping him, he must have scared him into silence with what he'd done at the campsite. "Besides, I wasn't all by myself." He looked slyly over to the Bard.
"No... The Bard?" Lambert seemed in a state of complete and utter shock. He stared at Jaskier, who was studiously ignoring them, tearing at hard bread and dipping it in what seemed to be some sort of mushroom stew.
"Leapt onto the creature's back with one of my swords. I would have been done for otherwise." He said it with such evident pride that all eyes fell on him, including Jaskier's. "The fuck you staring at? Eat your damn food." 
There was a low rumble of laughter from all the Witcher's, but they headed the warning and put their heads back down to stare into the bowls. Jaskier stared at Geralt, utterly confused and flushing with joy as his Witcher showed him off to his family. 

After lunch - Jaskier hadn't realised just how long he and Geralt had slept - his Witcher led him down a series of winding halls and pushed him to a dark, smoky room. 
"You wanted a bath..." He grumbled, gesturing to the room. At the far end there was an alcove cut from stone - like an indoor cave, Jaskier wondered if it was cut directly from the mountain - in which a gleaming pool of water sat, it was fed from a small channel cut in the rock though where that water came from Jaskier couldn't guess. The stone floor in this room at least was clean and well maintained, and steam was rising from coal pits in the near corner, in the other was a wooden bench and low table.
"What the- And here I thought Witcher's were all as unhygienic as you." Jaskier laughed, already sitting down to take his boots off. He seemed utterly desperate to leap into the water.
"Oh, they are. This place is very rarely used, so you'll have your privacy." Geralt turned his back and looked ready to stride from the room when Jaskier caught his arm. When the Witcher turned, he found Jaskier had already gotten down to just his breeches, and sweat was breaking out across his brow from the sweltering heat. 
"Stay."