Skyrim One-Shots

Vilkas x Reader ~Training~

"Now, usually, we'd be on the dirt, but since you asked so many questions last week," a pair of silver eyes bore into yours and Vilkas' voice seemed teasing, "and it's hotter than fire out there, we're not doing that. Figured you wanted that answer of how to fix hilts and the like while on the road. Temporary things, may I remind you. Quick fixes that'll work for a week but you need to get your weapon fixed as soon as you can."

He sat on the table with his legs relaxed under it, the soft breeze cool against the warm sun, and the shade the wood canopy above brought preventing you and him both from burning alive. You listened with undivided attention solely on him, nodding when needed and looking away with a forced half-smile half-frown at his first comment. He was a master of his trade, you were merely trying to learn it.

Every Fredas at midday you trained with the Companion, about 150 septims a week. Pricey, yes, but oftentimes you got a meal too and a discount from the inn because you knew a Companion. Plus, you learned a lot. Coming from a background where you had absolutely no previous experience, having someone you could rely on to teach you was refreshing, paid or not. Vilkas had been rather monotone and dull the first few lessons, but the more questions you asked and the more times you made sure you understood what he was telling you before you tried to do it (and look like an absolute idiot) he started to warm up to you.

Once, after doing a light-night training, you had caught him at the Bannered Mare and simply paid his tab for the night without telling him. Food, ale, the like. He became considerably more pleasant after that, and from the innkeeper that next morning, he had left you a single-worded note of thanks. His day had been rough and you could tell from the training, and you just let him burn off some of that frustration through your lessons. 

And after that, you two were friends. 

Now, training was 75 septims, and often Vilkas purposefully didn't ask for money but you'd remember anyway and chuck it at him. It wasn't as serious anymore, filled with some subtle taunts, the occasional (not so subtle) flirt, and an invitation to a meal.

Processing his words, you responded. "Sounds like a plan."

"Right, so for the hilts, all your going to need to do is wrap an extra leather strip around it, or a cloth or whatever is on hand. If your hand is getting rubbed raw or scratched and poked, you're going to be distracted and that's the(most often) worst  thing that could happen in a fight of any sort."

"What if the blade disconnects from the hilt?" you frowned.

"Get a different blacksmith!" he cried. "Unless that blade has been through the first, second, and third era, or somehow sustained a hit that made it disconnect, your blade provider is utter shit. The blacksmiths here are good, but be mindful of the price. They like to hike that coin count suspiciously higher than it should be." Vilkas advised.

"This is random, but would it be better to buy an enchanted blade or just enchant it myself?"

He thought for a moment, pausing. "I'd enchant it, otherwise, you're paying for half a house and it doesn't even have me in it. I wouldn't even understand why you would want a house if it doesn't have me in it."

You grinned wolfishly. "But of course. It'd only make sense."

Vilkas chuckled, a smile moving onto his face as his eyes brimmed with masked enjoyment. "I can't cook, so that's one drawback, but I've got plenty of other talents."

"I'm very sure of that," you hummed coyly, "I'll be eager to see them."

"Good, because I bought a house," he stated, and his right hand raised from under the table, setting an amulet of Mara down, "and I'm not living in it unless it comes with you."

Your eyes were wide, your heart starting to beat in your chest strongly. Surprise, delight, and utter joy burst in your chest as your flirtiness disappeared into disbelief. "You're sure?"

He scoffed. "Would I have groped your ass many times these past months if I wasn't? You invite me to dinner, you buy me shit, and that's pretty legendary in my records, ____. You care about my health more than anyone else, and it's as annoying as it is endearing. You're almost my favorite person in this city."

"Vilkas, that's very vague."

He grinned. He'd done it on purpose. "You're exactly right. Is it a yes or no?"

"Well, I guess I'll say yes," you chuckled. "Do I get free lessons?"

"Uh, no. You get free Vilkas. Lessons are a part of this package, bunny," he teased.

You rolled your eyes, standing from your spot across from him and moving to give him a tight hug, which he returned in full. Pulling back, a kiss was shared (not unlike that of some drunken night last week) and grins were mirrored.

"I think I could get used to this," he stated pridefully.

"I think I can beat you now."

"What?"

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lol vilkas got triggered

hehehehehhe

should I do scenarios?

they seem fun

dani out

adieu!