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Farkas | Expectations

Hi! I'm using prompts from Tumblr user, writings-of-a-hufflepuff 's prompt list 1. (Stupid Wattpad won't let me add a link and I want to give credit.) I also edited the one to "Gods" instead of "God" seeing as there are many in Skyrim.

Title: Expectations

Word Count: 1438

Pairing: Farkas x  Dragonborn! Reader

Requested?: Nope.

Summary: The Companions are invited to a celebration up in Dragonsreach for the Dragonborn, but he ends up having a better time then he thought he would.

Prompt: 4. "God, you're pretty."

                  8. "Why are you looking at me like that...?"

Farkas was well aware of the resurgence of the Dragonborn. He knew that this person, whoever they were, was going to help Skyrim. He was also aware of the Jarl's celebration for the Dragonborn, one that the Companions were required to go to.

"Why is Kodlak making us go to the keep? We don't exactly fit in with those people."

Farkas sat on Vilkas's bed, watching his twin make himself more presentable.

"'Tis an honor to be in the Jarl's presence. And it's not like we have to dress up, he wants us there as the Companions, not nobles."

"Then why are ya doin' your hair?"

"Some of us don't want to look like dogs."

"What's wrong with my hair?"

"It's nothing."

"No no, you mentioned my hair."

Vilkas let out a sigh before muttering," It could use a wash."

"See, 's not hard. And my hair's fine, maybe I'll even tie it back."

"If you say so."

The twins fell into a comfortable silence, Farkas continuing to watch Vilkas try to pull his hair back and ultimately failing.

"Do you need some help brother?"

"I'm fine Farkas," Vilkas muttered.

Farkas got up anyways, and Vilkas reluctantly placed his small bit of twine in his brother's hands.

"Just don't make me look dumb."

"Wouldn't dream of it."

He got to work, pulling his twin's hair into a small ponytail that sat just at the nape of his neck.

"There you are, brother."

"Oh. Thank you, Farkas..."

He muttered, staring at his reflection on his blade.

"It's nice... how did you?"

Farkas just shrugged and got up.

"I'll be in my room if you need me to fix your hair again."

"Alright then. Oh, Farkas," he turned to face his brother," we're all going up to the keep together so just wait in the hall when you're ready."

"Aye."

Farkas sat on his bed, having already decided that he would 'do his hair' as Vilkas suggested. It wasn't much, but he twirled the hair between his fingers, making a small braid that sat to the right of his face.