Dragon Age One Shots

That's Dwarven For...

First fic request from for a "Fluffy one shot with Alistair where the warden (dwarf if possible) is very much out of her element but still wants to be a badass and alistair just finds her totally adorable and confesses his love to her by accident."

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"What are you doing?" Alistair asked the confusing woman hiding in the bushes when small hands grabbed his arm and yanked him into the grass. For being such a tiny thing she had a terrifying strength, the much taller human nearly face planting into the mud.

Natia eyed him up before she spun on her squatting haunches to gaze out through the tall grass. "There is a dangerous beast about," she whispered to him while fishing for her daggers.

"What?" He moved to scoot closer to see, but a warning glare from the rogue kept him pinned to the ground. "Is it wolves?" he tried to whisper back to her.

"No." She slid closer, the point of her tiny swords pushing the grass aside as she stared across a field.

Cupping to her shoulder, Alistair struggled to sit up and slowly stared around what looked like nothing more than an idyllic field. They were camping near some farms, most of which weren't happy about having a Grey Warden near their stoop but weren't about to try angering said Gary Warden neither. It was a "You scratch my back, I won't set yours on fire" arrangement.

Alistair tried to peer through the swarm of trees encroaching upon the fenced in fields. "Is a bear hiding in there?" he asked, pointing towards the shrouded forest. Bad things came out of forests. Blood-sucking leeches, for starters. It was no wonder Morrigan felt at home in there.

Natia opened her mouth, probably about to tell him he was being silly, when her head snapped to the open area. "It is on the move," she thundered in that thigh-quaking voice. Confused, Alistair gazed out at the same pastoral image from before.

It looked like one of those paintings the blandest of Sisters would have up in their offices. All green hills, blue skies, and dots of cattle munching on grass. What did the woman see in...?

The thought struck Alistair just as Natia launched to her shortened legs, daggers drawn. "I will end you!" she screamed, running full bore at a lazy cow lifting its brown head from the sound. The jaw continued to chew cud in the face of an armed dwarf coming at her.

"Um, Natty," Alistair began, his eyes darting back to the farmhouse. While he wouldn't turn down fresh roast for dinner, it was unlikely the owner of said cow would be happy about its sudden demise by dwarf.

But she didn't hear him, her weapon brandished, her head high. She ran as if the void itself chased her at a cow silently chewing in her direction. Natia gave a feral roar, her legs bunched to launch her onto the cow's back, when she paused. Cow and dwarf stared across the narrow distance, neither blinking even as flies buzzed around them.

"You do not attack," she thundered as if sad the animal wasn't impressed by her display. Spinning her daggers in her hands, her cute face scrunched up in thought, she turned back to the extra Grey Warden panting as he ran to catch up.