The Adventures Of Fjord

Alduin's Greeting Pt 1

A/N     

Look at that beauty! That's some Alduin concept art I drew myself. Yes, I did edit his looks a smidgen, but whatever. On to the story!

               Fjord cursed under his breath. Some random jerk had gotten in here before he did, and now there was nothing but a note with cryptic instructions instead of the horn. He had better get out of here, and resume the wild goose chase. He crouched down, and began sneaking past the countless Dragur lining the walls.

             Foahdinok sat in the snow outside the crypt. He was starting to get bored with being a "watchdog", as the mortals called it. Numerous paranoid thoughts crossed his mind about Fjord. No, I mustn't concern myself with him. Mortal lives are fragile and combustible. I mustn't get attached to him.  To cure himself of his troubling thoughts, he began to roll back and forth in the snow.

            Fjord walked out of the crypt with Dragur dust down his armor, cobwebs in his fur, and a single scrap of paper clutched in his hand. He was in a rather bad mood, evidenced by how tight he gripped the paper. Fjord noticed a large dragon rolling in the snow, and flinging it everywhere, and some hit him in the face.

"You done yet?" Fjord rolled his eyes. Foahdinok immediately stopped rolling in the snow, and composed himself. He seemed to be rather embarrassed.

"Er, yes, I am done. You didn't see that." Fjord snorted.

"Whatever, you big hatchling. I need to go to Riverwood, to rent the attic room, supposedly." Foahdinok took offence to being called a hatchling, and huffed indignantly.

"Why might you need to do that?" Fjord sighed. This would take some explaining.

"It's a long story. In short, some dumbass took the horn and wants to meet me for it." 

"This could be a trap. I will drop you off near the town, but shout for me if you need... Er, some destruct- I mean assistance."

"Yeah, it probably is. Who the hell cares anymore? I literally have a dragon as my ally."

"Well, hurry up and get on." Fjord mounted Foahdinok's back, straddling him. He tucked the strip of paper into his bag, and then tapped Foahdinok with his foot.

"I am not some common steed. Tell me to fly, verbally." Fjord rolled his eyes, and tapped him again.

"I give the orders here, Foahdinok. " The dragon sighed, and took to the air. Fjord could feel him smirking as he said something about it being a rough ride...

An hour later, Fjord was feeling rather dizzy. Foahdinok had taken to doing loop-de-loops and spirals as revenge. Passive-aggressive jerkface....  

"What's wrong? Am I going to make you sick?"

"No, but if you don't stop, I will personally try to get sick all over your horns." This was all the convincing Foahdinok needed. He started flying much smoother, and Riverwood was now in sight. Foahdinok got a gleam in his eye, and began a steep dive. Fjord, being the unprepared mortal he was, gripped his horns tightly and let out a small squeak of surprise. The wind bit and clawed at his exposed fur, whipping it into odd formations on his face. As soon as it had started, it stopped. He heard a small "thmp" noise, and promptly fell off of Foahdinok and into a snow drift.

             Foahdinok had to bite his tongue to hold back his laughter. The little Joore had fallen face-first into the snow. The Khajiit got up, and when he saw Foahdinok's muffed laughing, he shot him a deadly glare. This did not dampen the dragon's mood, especially after seeing the snow stuck to his already messy fur. The Khajiit grumbled something about "Going to the inn to do the stupid thing" and then stalked off toward the inn.