Skyrim (Dragonborn!Reader Insert)

1. Helgen

A sudden bump on the road jolted you out of your dreams. You looked around with dazed eyes, trying to figure out your situation. You were in a wooden cart, being pulled by a horse and an soldier in brown chain mail armor driving it. A man with dark brown hair, tattered clothes, and a dirty face sat in front of a man with nice fur armor and a dark cloak. The man had a cloth covering his mouth, and his eyes held a tamed fury ready to strike. Wait....how did you get here? The last thing you remember was watching your little brother play some silly game...

"Hey, you, you're finally awake." a voice said.

You looked up at the man who spoke. He was handsome, with shoulder length blonde hair, blue eyes, and pale skin.

"You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there." he jerked his thumb at the man sitting next to him.

The thief's nose wrinkled in disgust,"Damn you Stormcloaks...Skyrim was fine until you came along. Empire was nice and lazy. If it weren't for you, I could've stolen that horse and been half way to Hammerfell."

Okay you were totally lost.

"We're all brothers and sisters in binds now, thief." The man in front of you rolled his eyes.

"Shut up back there!" the soldier in the front barked.

You were all silent for a time, then the thief turned his attention to the man in front of him.

"What's wrong with him, huh?" he asked, earning a glare from the man.

"Watch your tongue!" the guy in front if you scolded,"Your speaking to Ulfric Stormcloak, the true High King."

"Ulfric...the Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. If they've captured you..." the thief's eyes widened with horror,"Oh Gods! Where are they taking us?!"

The Stormcloak sighed solemnly,"I don't know where we're going...but Sovngarde awaits."

You gulped, and the thief kept on rambling.

"This can't be happening, this isn't happening!" he cried.

"Hey," the Stormcloak said,"What village are you from, horse thief?"

The thief looked at him, tears pricking his eyes,"Why do you care?"

"A Nord's last thoughts should be of home."

The thief was silent for a while, then he spoke,"R-Rorikstead...I'm...I'm from Rorikstead."

Suddenly, a voice rang out as you neared the gates of a village.

"General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!"

"Good, let's get this over with." a voice replied.

"Shor, Mara, Dibella, Kynareth, Akatosh. Divines, please help me!" the thief whimpered.

The Stormcloak scoffed, looking over his shoulder in disgust at two horses and their riders; an elven woman in fine dark robes, and a slightly aged man in fine armor.

"Look at him...General Tullius the military governor..." he sneered,"And it looks like the Thalmor are with them. Damn elves, I bet they had something to do with this."

As you passed by them, you made eye contact with the elf, and she smirked, making your eyebrows scrunch together in anger. The way she looked at you so snobbishly...it made you want to snap her neck...

Your gaze was torn away when the cart screeched to a halt, and the thief began to panic.

"W-why are we stopping?!"