Skyrim One-Shots

Vilkas x Reader ~In The Woodlands(2)~

2 years later

With a sigh, you entered the Bannered Mare, Lydia at your side.

"You know," she hummed, throwing a casual arm around your shoulders as she walked, a grin curling her lips and her voice coated with innocent interest, "you should join up with the Companions. I'm sure Farkas wouldn't mind- he'd see me more often."

You scoffed, rolling your eyes and feeling the warmth of her arm around your bare neck. "I'm sure he'd love that, Lydia. However, I very highly doubt you would do anything but fuck him."

The housecarl screeched indignantly, slapping your back hard enough to feel it but not to leave a mark as she marched off to find her lover, completely uncaring of the drinks she was so excited of earlier that day.

You sighed, shaking your head as you moved your way around the crowded inn, apologizing here and there to anyone you bumped into while trying to get to the bar.

All of the seats were filled, save for one, next to a broad-shouldered man in armor with shoulder-length dark hair. You carefully moved the stool to give him space but hopped onto it easily your feet resting on the bottom bar of the seat.

The bartender, a middle-aged woman, glanced to you. You dipped your head in greeting, smiling. "The normal," you requested, to which she chuckled and headed off to the ample area behind her.

The Bannered Mare always smelt like a warm home- nothing like other inns that reeked of piss and alcohol and sweat. The hearth in the middle of the main room was a bit of a hazard, but no one had ever fallen into it. The crackling fire and loud laughter of the people out, some guards, some salesmen, some farmers, made everything seem normal. Made you feel good.

This place felt safe. Its environment was friendly and carefree, wild but disciplined. 

The man next to you, whom you did not look to out of respect, smelt of forests and rich leather. From the corner of your eye, the unfocused look caught minimal information other than the fact he had an elbow propped up to you and that arm held a mead loosely. He took swigs of it here and there but mostly gazed off to the walls in front of him.

A Skyforge sword rested at his side.

A companion, no doubt.

The innkeeper returned with a tankard of a mix of both mead, wine, and a shot of the hardest drink she had. You reached into a pocket, throwing to her which she caught easily.

There was a double take from the man, who raised a brow before going back to minding his own business.

"I'm not even going to ask," came the mutter under his breath.

You heard it and glanced to him, laughing lightly, only to recognize his face. You blinked, confused as you tried to grasp a name.

"Vilkas?" you questioned after finally grasping the name, to which he turned his head, silver eyes meeting with yours.

He took in a sharp breath. "Give me a minute and I'll have your name," he said.

You waited a few moments.

"____," he lightly hit his free hand to the counter. "I remember you. You certainly look better."

A soft smile escaped your lips. "A Companion. Damn, and my friend was just trying to get me to join."

There was a loud holler of your name from across the room, to which you turned slightly along with Vilkas. You flicked Lydia off, who was gleefully sitting in Farkas's lap while the poor man beamed bright red.

A quiet chuckle, deep and rumbling, echoed from Vilkas. "So, you're the new thane," he deduced. "Lydia has done a wonder on my brother, I'd say."

"My housecarl has told me every single detail," you smiled forcefully. "It is hard to sleep at night after she runs her mouth."

"Oh no," Vilkas muttered abruptly, looking to a corner of the room where a nasty fist-fight had broken out. The entire inn started to cheer, almost ear-shattering.

The innkeepess let out a groan. "Seriously? This is the second time this week." 

You placed two fingers in your mouth, letting out a sharp, piercing whistle that tripled the crowd's noise level.

People turned, confused.

"Play nice," you barked. "Let's not send someone home with a broken jaw, friends."

The room quickly resorted back to previous chatter, the two people who had started to fight being pulled away from each other and kicked out by some off-duty guards.

Vilkas looked you up and down, narrowing his eyes. 

You met his stare, raising your brows.

"Your sheath isn't tied right," he said simply before returning to observing the room, leaving you scrambling to fix it.

A trainer, all right. Exactly how Lydia had described Farkas's brother, though she always failed to mention a name. 

Quietly, you chucked, taking a drink out of your tankard. "After 10 years, you'd think I'd get it right, but never."

He glanced at you. "That does seem tragic," he stated quietly, teasingly.

You scowled, looking to his armor. "Your clasps aren't the at the right length," you countered.

He whipped his head around, "Don't-" 

Vilkas looked to his shoulders, then stiffened.

"Fine," he muttered. "Fine."

You blew a mock kiss with your hand. "Just what you needed, a good defeat in the realm of conversation."

He rolled his eyes, taking a drink of his mead. "You're lucky I'm mostly drunk otherwise I'd be throwing you to the ground, ____. I'm too tired to care."

"Morning people," you muttered.

"Oh, don't tell give me that shit."

"Whatever," you huffed. "I'm going to talk to Kodlak tomorrow, find out if I'm any good. I've been getting bored of normal city life."

Vilkas clicked his tongue. "Great, great. Of course, I want to try to train you in," he muttered.

There was a dark stare in response.

He didn't react.

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Alright, might not be a smut chapter- I know I keep pushing it off, but I'm trying! Much love!

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