Skyrim One-Shots

Ulfric x Reader(Female) ~Hard Nights(3)~

An ear-ripping scream pierced and echoed through the halls of the Palace of Kings, the guards all jostling with unease at the sound. The High Queen was never one to cry at pain, no, she always bore it in silence.

Her screams, though? She was in utter agony, and from the rumors of twins, it was more than understandable. Most women who gave birth to twins died within either hours of the birth or from an illness not long after.

High King Ulfric, however, was stubborn enough that he would literally refuse to let her die under any circumstance. He'd take his own life before letting her die, or his kids. If he was faced to pick between his own children and his wife, he...

He would heed your advice, which would probably save the kids and then you and him would die together. Ulfric could stand that. He could die with you.

That was okay.

You dying in childbirth, though? Uh-uh.

Already, you had broken his right wrist, and he had made some bullshit excuse for the irregular jutting bone and stated it was just bruised. Ulfric knew the difference between bruised and fractured, and that wrist was gone.

Done. Sure, it hurt, but you were literally pushing out a human. He did nothing but piss you off during your nine months, being so annoying you were nearly ready to strangle him, overly protective, clingy, needy, or generally too concerned about your needs and well-being that it grew tiring very quickly.

Ulfric didn't like pregnancy. He found that out as soon as you started to show (which, for having supposed twins, wasn't as large as most of the nursemaids expected) he nearly lost his head worrying over you.

Mainly, the fact that you weren't showing as much as he expected you to threw him off guard and he was freaking out. Galmar had punched the breath out of him too many times to count because he was acting like an absolute idiot or ass. There seemed to be no in-between with him, and Ulfric was able to accept it.

Your grip on the covers increased dramatically and he lightly dabbed your sweat-glistening forehead with a cool washcloth, carefully offering a hand and positioning it so you wouldn't break his other wrist.

Hopefully, though-

"And we've got one! A boy!" Ulfric's head whipped around as the loud cry echoed through the room and the nursemaids went to clean him and cut the chord, the boy screaming bloody murder the entire time.

"Good lungs! Healthy weight, too!" one of the nurses exclaimed.

"Holy shit," Ulfric muttered. "Holy shit."

You let out a quiet noise, your eyes clenching shut as you winced and bit your lip.

And then, just like that, only a few minutes later, more screaming. Already, his children were so upset they were sobbing themselves off.

"Girl!" one of the nurses announced again, and a baby (it was purple and red!) was gently placed into your arms as you tried to even your breath, your head falling back to the backboard of the bed as you let your eyes close and held the boy tight.

Mere moments later, a newborn girl, his very own child, was handed to him, wrapped in a blanket and still crying a bit. Her brother, however, was still pretty loud. 

With some quiet ushering from you, he quickly quieted. Some magic you pulled.

Dammit, all the names he had planned just flew out of his head. Ulfric just wanted to marvel at the fact that he now had two children, a future son-in-law to terrorize, and a future daughter-in-law to terrify.

Gods above, which one of you thought it would be a good idea to give him kids? Absolutely not.

He was going to fuck up. Oh, Talos, he wasn't good with kids.

He had never even had much interaction with a child! How do you grow a child? How do you-

He was panicking. The High King, Ulfric Stormcloak, was panicking, and it was not minor.

No, he was having a mid-life crisis, and he was having it in this very moment. It was like he was just smacked with a bag of stone! Most people, they had a span of a few years, or whatever, but no! Ulfric was going through a literal mental crisis!

"Ulfric," came the quiet murmur from you. "You look so stupid right now," you giggled.

He gave you a sharp look. "These... things... are going to grow up to be adults?"

"Yeah. They're called your children."

"They're going to hate me."

"I think you're panicking, Ulfric."

"How do you grow a child?" he blurted abruptly.  "Why would you- I don't understand!"

Hysterics. Pure hysterics.

The nursemaids, who were cleaning up and getting ready to go back to their normal tasks, all let out heaps of laughter, along with you, who was damn near wheezing.

"Ulfric- Ulfric, calm down," you choked out between laughs, "it's going to be fine."

"No it is not, ____!"

"Ulfric, you're okay," you cackled.

"I don't-"

The newborn girl let out a loud cry, and Ulfric froze.

Too much movement.

Too much talk.

Gods, he was already failing at this!

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rip ulfric, he's going through a breakdown lol

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