My Random Skyrim Stories

Sword Thief (Vilkas) 1

(Vilkas/femaleDragonborn, pre-relatiobship)

She was a Breton with reddish brown hair, a slim figure, suntanned skin, and hazel eyes... Vilkas thought she wasn't bad to look at, but he had almost laughed when Kodlak implied she could be Companion material... but of course he couldn't refuse the Harbinger when he told Vilkas to go test her arm...
Out in the yard, the woman had surprised him... she had clearly understood that he didn't think much of her, and it made her angry.
When angry she got a little more intimidating looking... her eyes flashed a little more green, and something about her grabbed his wolf spirit's attention... but she was still a little Breton...
And the iron sword she swung at him with was fairly pitiful... he almost laughed as he caught her attacks with his shield he couldn't really even bring himself to hit her. But she did have a surprisingly good arm... he'd admitted that much... he'd figured if she could stand up to a fair amount of training she might just make it... so he'd handed her his sword and told her to bring it to Eorland, he distinctly remembered the scowl she'd given him when he joked that his sword was worth more than she was... and then the damn woman had never made it to Eorland.
Vilkas had gone inside to tell Kodlak that he might have been right about the girl, and they'd all just never heard from her again.

That had been nearly three years ago. Farkas still sometimes gave him grief for insulting her and apparently running her off. Vilkas was still mad she'd run off with his favorite short-sword... it had been the first one Eorland had made for him when he officially joined the Companions, and it had better balance than any he'd gotten since. Even though he'd grown more into using a great sword now, he still liked swapping back to the one-handed weapons periodically. He remembered and got angry with the damn woman all over again every time he picked up another short sword that didn't have that perfect balance.

Since then several other things had happened around Skyrim... actually only shortly after the angry Breton had stolen his sword, the dragons had returned to Skyrim... fortunately so had a dragonborn. The following year the civil war had been finally brought to an end, the Dark Brotherhood was destroyed, and the Thieves' Guild rose back to prominence. Then only about a month ago, the World Eater was vanquished. Legends of the Dragonborn were spreading like wildfire all over Skyrim again.
Vilkas was disappointed he'd never managed to catch sight of the Dragonborn... the rumors he heard were quite intriguing...
She was said to be a beautiful woman of surprising power... the art of the ancient Nords, the ability to shout a man off his feet or even knock a dragon from the sky... the rumors also said that she'd fashioned her own armor from the very hides of the beasts and that she wielded a short sword in one hand and spells in the other...
Vilkas didn't care for the idea of fighting with magic... most mages he'd ever seen wore robes and hid behind their magic like cowards, thinking that made them fighters... but what he heard about the Dragonborn sounded more practical than cowardly.
However, to his dismay, he'd still never even been able to catch a glimpse of the woman, even when she'd supposedly ridden a dragon off to Sovengarde from Dragonsreach.
Farkas joked that she must be avoiding him... Vilkas had thought that to be a ridiculous idea...
Until he returned home from a hunting trip one evening and found a new but familiar scent in the mead hall...
It took only a moment for his eyes to find the source...
Sitting at the table, talking and laughing with Aela and Farkas, was that damned Breton woman who'd stolen his sword... her hair was longer now, and she had a long scar running along the left side of her face that surprisingly didn't make her less attractive... and...
She was wearing armor that looked to be made of... scales...
Vilkas blinked in surprised confusion for several moments, just staring at her until she glanced up and met his eyes...
A mischievous grin spread across her face...
"Oh, Vilkas," she called out as she turned to pull something from her enchanted gear pack, "I had Eorland sharpen your sword," she smirked as she pulled out a short sword, "I've also had to make a few adjustments to it," she added as she held it out to him...
Vilkas hadn't even realized he had walked over to her before he reached out to accept the sword... he didn't recognize the sheath... it looked to be made of the same scales as her armor, and the leather around the handle had been replaced with a similar material that had been tanned and softened... it made for a much more secure feeling grip actually...
He almost didn't recognize the blade... almost... he drew the weapon to find it was definitely skyforge steel, and the balance was familiar... it was his sword...
"What in Oblivion...?" He heard himself mutter as he looked back to the smirking woman before him.
"Oh, and you may want to be careful with it now," she said in an almost snide tone, "that's the sword I killed Alduin with... it's probably worth more than you are."