Skyrim One-Shots

Marcurio x Reader (Female) ~The Woman of Scars~

Her steps were silent when she approached. He didn't even know she was in front of him other than the quiet tsk that left her mouth after a few seconds of waiting. 

Marcurio looked her up and down.

Black as night leather armor (was that steel on it, too?), an ebony sword at her hip, a bow at her back and a pack made of a wolf pelt with it. Her eyes were cold, a hood covering the rest of her face save for a single strand of hair flickering by her eye.

He scowled, leaning his back onto the wall behind him. "500 septims."

She tossed the money on his lap in a large coin purse, making him wheeze a bit in discomfort due to the none too soft impact.

"Come," she murmured quietly, already starting to walk out. He scrambled to regain his wits, standing and jogging up to catch her.

She opened the door of the Bee and Barb wide with a single hand, indifferent as she turned sharply to lead him out of Riften. The night air whispered of chill and the thieves that no doubt watched with glorious intent- this woman seemed to be loaded!

"Where are we going?" he hissed, "It's kind manners to tell someone where you are-"

"I do not care."

He muttered curses under his breath but continued following with a scowl. She'd paid, he reminded himself, that was all the encouragement he needed.

When she got past the Riften Gates, two horses waited. She untied them from their trees within seconds of deft finger work and handed the reigns of a white mare to him before leading her own horse to the path and pushing herself onto the saddle in a single motion.

He did the same, following her rather fast trecking across the main path with a frown.

"What are we doing?" he called.

She didn't glance back. "Going to ruins."

"Nordic? You do know, I know quite a lot about them from the library of-"

"I'm sure," she interrupted monotonously, genuinely uninterested and almost tired. 

Marcurio scoffed. "Why did you pay for my services if you seem to know so much, then?"

She stiffened on her horse. 

"Tense subject, then?" he taunted.

"No."

"Well, you should tell me about it, if you don't care."

"No."

"Do I even get to know your name?" he barked.

There was a hesitant pause. 

"____," came the mutter.

"I like it," he hummed.

"You won't."

He rolled his eyes. "And how would you know? For all you know, this whole cold-stone act is turning me on."

She did not respond, and off they rode.

''''

He tried to spark conversation for the duration of the ride, create anger, or make her laugh, and nothing worked. She refused to speak or react.

Silently, they'd stopped near Shor's Stone to settle under a canopy of trees and stone. She gathered wood, he lit it a fire, and she disappeared for a half-an-hour.

She came back with a dead young adult doe on her shoulders, eyes still as expressionless as they had been since the start of their journey mere hours ago. She stripped the animal of its pelt and harvested the meat, nestling the meat to cook atop the fire and promptly going to her pack and pulling out a bedroll and laying it out for herself.

She looked at him, sitting beside the fire as the sun rose, and promptly sighed while she stood and thwapped him on the back.

He turned, anger glimmering in those eyes before she spoke. "Sleep. I'll save meat for you in the morning."

Marcurio blinked, confused. "On your bedroll?"

"Yes," she raised a brow, "I'll buy another when we reach Whiterun, but for now you have mine. Don't wreck it, please."

"So you can be sociable," he marveled.

She snorted. "I've been tired and hungry for hours."

"You could've rented a room at the inn, gotten food their too."

"No, the Thieves Guild don't much like me. If they found out I was there, they'd probably steal all my shit."

She flicked off her hood, revealing a face he'd never expected.

Cute, he mused.

"They know your face?" he reckoned.

"They know more than I'd like them to."

"Why'd you hire me?"

"I recently got a pretty nasty injury- didn't want to risk dying while I was on this trip," she explained with a sheepish smile.

"Can I see?" he blurted.

She snorted. "If you'd care to take an hour to get this armor off, be my guest."

He huffed. "That isn't fair."

"It's a scar from Alduin," she chuckled, "the World-Eater. Huge batshit dragon eating people. Destroyed Helgen. Took a nice bite on my abdomen before I killed him."

"You're... You're the Dragonborn?" he questioned, wide-eyed.

She shrugged. "Not that extraordinary, really. I look normal, talk normally; all that. I just don't have very many friends."

"Well, Miss ____," he winked, "you gave me gold. I'm your friend now."

She laughed quietly. "Most of the people I know try to use me for their causes- you know, the war, money, status- etcetera. I've always been on my own, so buying your service kind of feels like a hit to the pride, but I have to. Sorry about earlier, should've been a bit nicer."

He waved it off. "No, no, I'm a dickwad. No need to apologize."

"You did seem a bit... Sassy."

"Oh, that's offensive that you'd put me that low."

"Oops."

"Ruthless, aren't you?"

She giggled lightly. "I suppose."

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