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Skyrim: Spring In Eastmarch
"...why did I ever allow you to do this?"
He could feel her body shake as she tried to stifle the laugher...laughter at his expense. Still, it was warm, the moss-like softness of tender tundra plants under his back was as soft as a baby's basket, and having her curled up in the crook of his arm, braiding his hair was soothing to the point of being a spell. As her small fingers pulled bits of his hair from his temples, he could smell the purple mountain flowers clutched in between her forefinger and thumb, the aroma sweet and nearly overtaking.
"Hmmmm, I don't know, my Jarl. Though the rumor is you're...fond...of me." Iona slyly answered, and he opened his eyes just enough to catch a wry grin on her white muzzle.
Ulfric chuckled. "Pffft, rumor." He pulled her even closer but managed his best impression of a disinterested tone, "are you quite done impugning my majesty yet?"
She sat up and nodded, tail slowly shifting behind her, practically swaying in amusement. "I think you should ride back into Windhelm. Just like that." A toothy and crooked smile crossed her face as she looked at the loose braid at the left of his face, tiny purple blooms in the links of the golden silk chain, and she felt her breath stutter somewhere in between her chest and her throat.
...it was still hard to believe. This...whatever...was hard to believe.
If he'd noticed her being practically frozen, enamored, he didn't mention it with word or deed, only sat up and leaned with his elbows on his knees, a playful and wicked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You know, it's Nord custom for a warrior to give the object of his affection a bouquet of purple flowers."
She watched as he twisted around, gathering a few lupin stalks and an assortment of other wildflowers, nonchalantly bunching them in his hand before returning his gray gaze to her.
The purple blue of the lupin...the storm gray of his eyes...and the purple in his own hair...she'd never forget it. Gods, did he want her to forget how to breathe?!
"Ulfric...that's...well...nice." The pink pads of her fingers ran over the satin blooms of one of the huge stalks of sky blue blossoms.
"Aaaand it's also customary for him to hit her in the face with it." There was a challenging growl under the last few syllables, and it called her from the daydream of staring at the flowers to meeting his playfully furrowed brow. There was a slight tension in his shoulders then...like a sabercat ready to spring.
"You wouldn't..."
"...we'll see," the Rebel Jarl laughed, leaning forward and kissing her, the wind blowing some of his loose hair into her face. She felt herself melt against him, practically felt her being seep into the land underneath her, becoming one with it as she knew his own soul was.
Before he gently tackled her to the ground behind her, she thought of it then, how not so many months ago, he'd off-handedly promised to show her personally spring in Eastmarch. Promising that one day she'd see something so very cold, so very stark in nature be so wonderfully warm and very very soft.
GAY, Wielder. This shit is GAY.
Anyway...YES...actual viking courtship. Hitting each other in the face with flowers. They knew how to have a good fucking time.
He could feel her body shake as she tried to stifle the laugher...laughter at his expense. Still, it was warm, the moss-like softness of tender tundra plants under his back was as soft as a baby's basket, and having her curled up in the crook of his arm, braiding his hair was soothing to the point of being a spell. As her small fingers pulled bits of his hair from his temples, he could smell the purple mountain flowers clutched in between her forefinger and thumb, the aroma sweet and nearly overtaking.
"Hmmmm, I don't know, my Jarl. Though the rumor is you're...fond...of me." Iona slyly answered, and he opened his eyes just enough to catch a wry grin on her white muzzle.
Ulfric chuckled. "Pffft, rumor." He pulled her even closer but managed his best impression of a disinterested tone, "are you quite done impugning my majesty yet?"
She sat up and nodded, tail slowly shifting behind her, practically swaying in amusement. "I think you should ride back into Windhelm. Just like that." A toothy and crooked smile crossed her face as she looked at the loose braid at the left of his face, tiny purple blooms in the links of the golden silk chain, and she felt her breath stutter somewhere in between her chest and her throat.
...it was still hard to believe. This...whatever...was hard to believe.
If he'd noticed her being practically frozen, enamored, he didn't mention it with word or deed, only sat up and leaned with his elbows on his knees, a playful and wicked smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "You know, it's Nord custom for a warrior to give the object of his affection a bouquet of purple flowers."
She watched as he twisted around, gathering a few lupin stalks and an assortment of other wildflowers, nonchalantly bunching them in his hand before returning his gray gaze to her.
The purple blue of the lupin...the storm gray of his eyes...and the purple in his own hair...she'd never forget it. Gods, did he want her to forget how to breathe?!
"Ulfric...that's...well...nice." The pink pads of her fingers ran over the satin blooms of one of the huge stalks of sky blue blossoms.
"Aaaand it's also customary for him to hit her in the face with it." There was a challenging growl under the last few syllables, and it called her from the daydream of staring at the flowers to meeting his playfully furrowed brow. There was a slight tension in his shoulders then...like a sabercat ready to spring.
"You wouldn't..."
"...we'll see," the Rebel Jarl laughed, leaning forward and kissing her, the wind blowing some of his loose hair into her face. She felt herself melt against him, practically felt her being seep into the land underneath her, becoming one with it as she knew his own soul was.
Before he gently tackled her to the ground behind her, she thought of it then, how not so many months ago, he'd off-handedly promised to show her personally spring in Eastmarch. Promising that one day she'd see something so very cold, so very stark in nature be so wonderfully warm and very very soft.
GAY, Wielder. This shit is GAY.
Anyway...YES...actual viking courtship. Hitting each other in the face with flowers. They knew how to have a good fucking time.
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I see, it's kind of hard to tell for me sometimes and you're welcome. I hope to see more kissing pictures from those two someday, keep up the good work.
Oh by the way, I hope you don't mind me faving this again, I really wanted this to be on the first thing on my fave's list for the day, because it's the kind of human x anthro romance I'm always searching around for.
Oh by the way, I hope you don't mind me faving this again, I really wanted this to be on the first thing on my fave's list for the day, because it's the kind of human x anthro romance I'm always searching around for.
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