Skyrim One-Shots

Vilkas x Reader ~Happy Accidents~

The dark-haired and broad-shouldered male slammed your side with his shield, the roar of the other Companions who were watching echoing in your ears seconds later.

You skidded on the dirt, barely on your feet as you staggered, cursing. You flipped around the dagger in your hand, face drawn in concentration as you tried to ignore his taunting smirk and piercing eyes.

The basis of this training was over-coming an opponent with a major advantage, and so far, Vilkas with his armor and sword was obviously superior.

All you had was a dagger. No armor, no shield (Vilkas didn't fancy a shield, but fuck, did it hurt), nothing.

So, you had to be fast, and you had to be smart.

Without revealing who you really were.

At this point, your options were very, very limited.

He charged once more, and you slid to the side, barely able to swipe a dull hit between the plates of the armor his back before nearly behind smacked by his shield once more.

Your sides, both being hit multiple times in the last 2 minutes, screamed and whined, bruises sure to form tomorrow in dark purple.

No ribs were broken yet.

You narrowed your eyes, then grimaced.

"Giving up yet, ____?" he taunted, and you snorted.

"You'd best be insane to think I'm letting you break my streak, twat," you retort, getting a low whistle that would most certainly be from Torvar as you quickly ducked under a sword and shot to the side.

You crashed the hilt of your dagger into his side, using a small amount of your Dragonborn strength.

Before he could react to the dent you'd left, you were slamming your foot into the back of his bare knee, the leg instantly bucking in response.

With a yelp, you dodged the edge of his shield, a swear leaving his mouth as you both started to circle each other.

"How's that side feeling, whelp?"

"Terrible," you answer with a wide grin, dashing out of the way so you wouldn't get sliced to bits be his sword.

A miscalculation on your part ended on him being able to tear the fabric of your light tunic, the linen easily now showing a rather unmodest part of your breastband and cleavage.

He attempted to play it off, trying to act like it didn't affect him.

You shook your head, "C'mon, Vilkas, that was a low blow."

He huffed, "Your problem."

"No," you barked, sliding away from a strike, "you're a dammed pervert!"

"____-" he started, beginning to grow unfocused, and you scoffed.

"Don't ____ me, you're a dirty whore."

"Seriously, it was an accident-"

"Oh sure," you dragged, scowling as he completely dropped his guard, "you accidentally ripped my shirt."

"Look, I didn't-"

"No, no, it's good to know you apparently haven't been laid in a good long time if you're resorting to this. Go find a whore or something."

He flushed the slightest bit, either from anger or embarrassment while some of the other Companion members cackled in the background. "I swear to-"

"Who? Dibella? Oh, you're just disgusting, Vilkas!" you exclaim loudly, and he groans, throwing his shield and sword to the ground.

"Gods above, you've got to be-"