Whiterun Guard X Reader: Arrow to the Knee

Magical Socks

authors note:

I can't believe how many of you were waiting for me to update this book for years! I definitely write a lot differently than I did when I first started this book, so I hope you guys don't mind the slight change too much!

Any opinions on what you would love to happen in the book?

Y/N Point of View:

We sit down at the loud tavern awaiting our drinks. Everyone seems to be hollering something about someone feeding their pet horker sweetrolls, and it's hard to even hear my own thoughts. The guard takes off his helmet and places it on the stool next to him in one swift motion, then looks at me with tired eyes.

"How are you feeling?" I ask him with utter concern.

"I'd be a lot warmer and a lot happier with a bellyful of mead." He pouts as he tries to signal to the waitress to come over, but she and the bartender are too preoccupied with taming the riot about horkers that had started in the other end of the tavern.

I reach out of my seat and behind the bar as I pull out two bottles of mead from a shelf under the bar. I slam the two bottles in front of us and the guard stares as me in shock.

"Oh, I am sooooo telling on you!"

I roll my eyes as I pop open the bottle, "I'm the thane and the Dragonborn. Do you really think anyone really cares that I stole some mead?"

The guard slaps some gold on the counter and gives me another stare.

"Oh, will you stop whining!" I say somewhat playfully. He raises his eyebrows and gives me a fake grin before he cracks and gives a genuine laugh and chugs the drink in front of him.

"What does the evil cheese guy want?" He asks childishly as he swirls the bottle in his hand around. It seems he has gone back to his goofy personality, but I was worried Sheogorath had really traumatized him. Meeting a Daedric prince is a lot to take in, but he seems to have bounced back to his normal self relatively quickly.

"He wants us to retrieve his," I clear my throat for cliche suspense, "magical socks."

"Magical socks?"

"Absolutely."

"And you're acting like this is normal?"

"Finding someone's lost dog, eating random plants, babysitting a guard, and finding socks: it's all in a days work for a Dragonborn."

"I hope they are clean socks..."

"ew." I make a disgusted face towards the guard until we both bust out into a fit of laughter.

"And do you just happen to know where these magical socks are?"

"Actually, I was told the details would be in a flute."

The guard nearly spits out his drink from laughter before calming himself down. "Sorry, I was just choking at how serious a daedras' missing socks are-"

"Sure~"

"Whatever you need, Dragonborn. Just say the word." He gives me another laugh as he grabs another drink from behind the bar.

(the next chapter may feature a very drunk guard doing very drunk guard things ;) )