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"Riverwood-day 1"-Lagertha/Hadvar

Lagertha opened her eyes to the beams of light coming from a small window, she was still in Riverwood. Hadvar was still asleep on the wooden floor, facing Lagertha. This morning Hadvars staff stood rampant as he slept on. Alvor was already at his forge this morning, but Sigrid and the children were still asleep.

Gently shaking him, Lagertha managed to wake Hadvar with little alarm. She pointed downwards, towards his jewels and staff. Embarrassed Hadvar covered his groin with an unused pillow. Lagertha tried not to laugh. Both rose quietly, Hadvar took off towards the river, hoping the cold water would shock his member into hiding again, Lagertha followed closely holding her mouth afraid to laugh.

Hadvar jumped in, without checking the water for slaughterfish. Gasping loudly in the freezing water, he was unaware of Lagertha's presence on the embankment. Hadvar stripped himself and turned back to the embankment, no longer feeling his lower half from the freezing cold. Startled at the sight of Lagertha, he fell back into the freezing cold water, only to regain his footing a moment later.

"Why did you follow me!?" Hadvar asked shocked and a little angry. "What right do you have to see me in this state?! I gave you no permission!"

Lagertha sat on the grassy left, pointedly, she was not going anywhere.

"I followed to make sure you were alright, you rushed out of the house so quickly. I had hoped to help you with your... Rampant-ness."

Hadvar peered down to his still very full staff, he blushed and could not look Lagertha in the eye. "I told you there is another woman, this is all your fault by the way. Had you not seized a vulnerable moment, I would not be having this problem." Hadvar waded out of the icy river, towards a sitting Lagertha. "The least you could do is find me dry clothes."

Lagertha reached into a knapsack she had carried along with her.

"Here, I grabbed these after you rushed outside." Some of Alvors clothing, he had lent to Hadvar. Lagertha then took his hand and led him into a thick standing of trees.

"I will help you with your problem, if you let me."

Hadvar was too cold and shaken to say anything. He watched Lagertha closely as she began to kneel, helping him into a pair of trousers. She stopped at his hip and locked her eyes with his full member. Even the icy water could not tame it.

She looked up at Hadvar, straight in the eye as she got close enough to lick the cold tip with her tongue.

Hadvar shuddered at the warmth on his abused staff. He did not pull away, instead he insisted on more.

"D-don't ss-stop," he now shivered from the cold and the anticipation.

Lagertha handled his member with her mouth, guiding it in and out, deeper into her mouth, nearly to her throat. His moans told her to suck faster. Hadvar leaned into her face, hoping her to take more of him. Obliging she deep throated his cold, hard staff. Milking it, only occasionally choking herself with it she got Hadvar to his breaking point. His member throbbing with each gush of hot cum, Lagertha swallowed his seed, sucking hard to get every last drop. Only then did his member fall.

"Thank you, woman, I think I shall go to Dragonbridge tomorrow... I need to see my beloved. It has been too long now." Hadvar trudged toward the blacksmith home weary and satisfied. Lagertha, pleased with herself, sat on a patch of soft moss and started to day dream of Hadvar and his beloved, moments passed by until she heard the needles of the pine snap under weight. She glanced around, seeing nothing she became uneasy but did not move from her seat on the moss.

Lagertha jumped at a deep voice behind her.

"Well, a Nord whore alone. Abandoned by her imperial bastard. Tell me whore, why did that traitor abandon you so willingly?"

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"The blacksmith's home"-Hadvar/Lagertha (OC)

Hadvar and Lagertha made their way into the small town of Riverwood that evening. Hadvar spoke with his uncle about the happenings in Helgen, the execution, and most importantly the dragon attack.

"Uncle, we both survived the attack," Hadvar practically shouted across the small house of the blacksmith. "I do not need to be lectured on desertion and harboring a prisoner!" Hadvar was upset with his uncle's words and stepped outside to cool off.

Lagertha exited the Riverwood trader, fed and bathed, she purchased a simple tavern dress and comfortable road boots. Still sporting the newly forged steel mace Alvor had so kindly given to her. "What troubles you, Imperial." Lagertha said playfully to gain Hadvars attention.

Hadvar looked up to see the enchanting, blonde, Nord maiden. He could not peel his eyes away from her. "You... You look better now that you have bathed and eaten. Are you on your way to Whiterun now? You should be there before the sun rises if you go now."

Lagertha approached the broad shouldered man, slowly she made her way next to him on the blacksmith porch. "I was not planning to go for another day. I should lay low, make sure no one is looking for me." Lagertha studied Hadvars face and the form under his armor.

Hadvar noticed the small gap between them, he could smell the sweet smell of dragons breath in her hair. He mistakenly looked into her eyes, deep, and green as the hanging moss he had collected as a child. He found himself unable to move as Lagertha put her mouth to his. As much as he wanted to embrace the enchanting woman, he stepped away from her, unsure of his strength. "I'm not sure what you want but I don't think you will find it with me, maiden." Hadvar had regretted stepping away from her.

Lagertha simply stood and giggled at the flustered man. "My, I have mistaken you for a man, when you're really just a boy in a man's skin?" Lagertha clicked her tongue in disappointment.

"I do not know what you mean from that but I am no boy." Hadvar said sternly.

The look on Lagertha's face made him even more frustrated with himself. "I, I am sorry, I did not mean to brush off your advances, but there is someone. In Dragonbridge, she is a farmers daughter, simple, I know, but she has become my world and I-"

Lagertha cut him short in his ramble about this farmers daughter. "No need. I apologize for my behavior, I was only thinking of myself in that moment." Lagertha got close again, only to plant a small kiss on his cheek and grasped his hand with sincerity. "Tell me about her Hadvar, how can one girl distract such a worldly young man?"

They sat and talked into the night. Hadvar felt at peace talking about his beloved from Dragonbridge, how he would take her away from there and live in a city. He spoke of their first encounter, "she was a fiery Sprite, strong, beautiful, she could throw bails of her father's wheat further than any man in the town. Despite being strong, she was my gentle princess." Hadvar sighed and looked into the night longingly. "She was not happy at first with the imperial occupation in her town, so the first week all she did was sneer and and jeer at us as we patrolled. I stayed behind some of the men in case she became angry enough to fling dung at us." Hadvar smiled at the thought of his beloved throwing poop at his guard. "One night she snuck out if her father's house, to cause trouble in the barracks. I was on patrol that night and found her hiding behind some brush near the barracks. She was so angry with me, just because I was imperial and in her town. But after she calmed down and I promised drinks, I saw her delightful charm and her beauty under the tavern​ lights. It is silly, but I fell in love with her that night." Hadvar realised he was rambling, Lagertha looked to be asleep on the porch steps where they had sat.

Hadvar sighed and grunted as he picked up the strange woman he freed earlier that day, she was heavier than he expected from a half starved prisoner. He felt the toned muscles under her dress as he carried her to an extra bed inside the cramped home. He covered her, and laid on the floor next to her, his body yearning for affection, but from Lagertha or his beloved? He could not decide.

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"Escaping Helgen"- Hadvar/Lagertha(OC)

Hadvar had had enough of this silly show in Helgen, executions, wrongful and just, and now big god damn dragons. He ran through the small town gathering as many followers as he could in an attempt to escape.

The only prisoner he could keep safe followed him into the keep. "Alright prisoner, we should be safe for now. Let me take those bindings off."

Lagertha smirked, "Who says I won't kill you, right where you stand, when the bindings come off?"

Hadvar paused for a moment, weighing his options. "I just ran from a fire breathing dragon, only to be killed by a dirt covered prisoner I have just saved... I will take my chances, now please, come here."

Lagertha eyed Hadvar carefully, she knew what men would do when they thought they had the power. The bindings loosened around her wrists, enough for her hands to slip out. Hadvar against his own advice turned quickly to the chest on the wall and rummaged through it.

"Here, prisoner, take this armor. It is not much but it will protect against the dangers we will face up ahead. This place has become chaos, and there's no telling what or who will be up ahead." Hadvar handed Lagertha and imperial set of armor, which she quickly put on after not so bashfully stripping down to her garment. They fit like a pair of gloves meant for a large imperial soldier.

"Thank you, Imperial. I-"

"I am a Nord, like you, and many of the dead outside." Hadvar said that harder than he meant to. "I'm sorry, I only joined to hopefully bring peace to my little part of Skyrim. But things do not always work the way they should." Hadvar made his way towards the next chamber. "Come now prisoner, we must escape. Find a suitable weapon and meet me in the next room."

Lagertha ransacked the rest of the chests in the room, things she could sell to a small town merchant. She equipped the only iron mace she could find. If she was going to kill, she would want it done as quickly as possible.

"Are you done now prisoner?" Hadvar called from the other room. "There are stormcloak soldiers in the next room. We need to dispose of them if we are to get out of this place."

Lagertha did not like the idea of murdering her brethren in cold blooded fear, but she knew Hadvar was right, they were both dressed as imperial soldiers. The "true nords" on the other side of that door would not be so merciful. They pressed on with their weapons weilded. Cutting down any man or woman in their way. Soon they reached the torture chamber.

Ambushed by stormcloaks, Hadvar hacked away at them until they each fell dead. "Come with us." Hadvar pleaded with the torturer and his assistant.

Lagertha had not cared, she pressed on through out the under ground passages, with Hadvar on her tail.

"Wait prisoner!" Hadvar whispered with such urgency, it stopped Lagertha in her tracks. "Straight ahead, a mother bear, come back! Get low now, against the wall with you."

Lagertha snuck along the wall, hoping the bear would not see or hear her. Slowly she made it to the other end of the chamber with Hadvar.

"Thank you, Impe-... What, is your name, Soldier?" Lagertha, embarrassed lowered her eyes, realising she had never gotten her saviors name.

"Hadvar, of Riverwood. What is yours prisoner?" Hadvar said with a smirk and laughter in his voice.

"I am Lagertha, of Riften. I apologize for my manners, you did just save me, on multiple occasions in the last hour." Lagertha reached for Hadvars hand to grasp to thank him.

"Do not thank me quite yet Lagertha, we still need to get out of here, we are almost there now."

Lagertha nodded and continued forward. Finally the light of day met their eyes and they stopped for a moment to check if the coast was clear. A great, black, blur of scales passed overhead, flying low.

"Get down!" Hadvar said hurringly. The dragon flew into the distance quickly and soon the way was safe again. "Alright, I think it's safe now."

Lagertha nodded as if she knew what he meant. "Time to part ways now Imperial?" She teased.

Hadvar looked at her again, in the sunlight, Lagertha was covered in dirt and grime from being in a prison cell somewhere, her armor was too large, and she looked hungry. "Would you be kind enough to accompany me to Riverwood, I promise clothing, food, and a bath."

Lagertha had needed to bathe for weeks, and she was starving like a rabid wolf. She nodded quietly, and followed Hadvar to the small town down the hill from Helgen.

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Jarl Ulfric Stormcloak/Lagertha(OC)

Lagertha had been in Windhelm for a year, doing the Jarls dirty work, politically and literally. Lagertha however saw it as a sort of labor of love.

She had known many men and women in her years scouring Skyrim for loot and glory. Some she loved deeply in many ways. None so stoic and cold as Ulfric. How ever Lagertha's yearn for affection was sated elsewhere, the love she emmited for the Jarl was that for power, to advance her own agenda. Despite that, she had certain feelings for the towering Nord.

Lagertha being a diverse maiden chose certain people for her different needs. The Jarl sated Lagertha's need to be dominated physically and emotionally. Lagertha being a fair yet stern looking Nord beauty had caught Ulfric's attention the moment she approached him all those months ago.

(Ulfric's POV)The Jarl snapped back from his day dream, Lagertha had been on his mind more and more often the longer she stayed.

"Are you feeling well my brother?" Galmor Stone-Fist, stood next to the Jarl as a concerned old friend.

Snapping further out of his day dream, Ulfric sits up and relaxes the lines from his already stern face. "Yes, old friend, perhaps it will be a topic of discussion in the near future."

"What troubles you, I expect you to tell the man who raised you." Galmor replied, crossing his arms in disappointment.

Seeing that they were alone, Ulfric rose and gestured to his friend to walk the room with him.

"How do you feel of Lagertha, Galmor? What do you see her place here being?"

Galmor said nothing for a few long paces away from the throne. "My brother, how do you feel of Lagertha?" The edge of his mouth curled slightly, he had noticed Ulfric's distraction for quite a while. Knowing Ulfric from a young age made it easy for Galmor to read Ulfric and his behavior.

"It seems to me that the woman has made you distracted."

Ulfric almost grimaced but swallowed and returned his face to a more passive expression.

"Do not think I oppose to this distraction, a beautiful woman such as that should be kept, for your own sanity." Galmor paused to listen to his Jarls response.

Ulfric thought for a while, milling over Galmors words. "I feel for her unlike any other maid I have bedded. It is unfair for me to call her a maid or maiden, you are right in describing her as a woman. I know she is so much more now." Ulfric motioned to Galmor to sit at the dining table with him. They each took an ale to start the long conversation about Lagertha and her triumphs in the civil war and other endeavors that Ulfric is aware of.

By this time it is well into the night and the men had a dozen ales between them. Ulfric feeling a bit looser now.

"Brother I believe I might love this woman. She is a sight to behold." His accent becomes thicker the more he drinks. "She shall be my Nord Queen, Galmor. She is pure yet so talented. She brings a fire in myself that she can only tame."

Galmor leans forward as if to whisper. "Ulfric, brother, this is not one you can tame. She is not some atronach to summon when you have a need. She is as wild and dangerous as the dragons she slayed. You have not seen such a being until you have seen your Lagertha in battle. Be careful brother. For your sake."

Ulfric snapped from his drunken Haze and went into a quiet deep thought. "Perhaps you are right brother." He raised himself from the table. "Good night brother, I will speak with you in the morning." Ulfric walks steadily to his chambers, undressing himself before he lay in bed, next to the enchanting blonde Nordess. As he lifts the blankets to slip in, Ulfric notices her strong, naked body. His memory of the night before made his senses heighten, and the blood rushed to his staff. He continued to drunkenly slide into bed, slipping directly behind Lagertha, hoping she was awake or attempt to wake her.

Lagertha felt her well sized Jarl run his fingers down the length of her back, raising the hair on her arms. Ulfric kissed around her neck, breathing hard, grunting softly from the drunkeness.

Feeling her Jarls staff rubbing along the back of her thigh, she turned to see a lust filled Nord, waiting for her approval.

"Silly man," Lagertha cooed. "You know you don't need my approval. Do not use so much control my Jarl."

Her words triggered an almost primal instinct in the man twice her size. He seized her hair, exposing her neck. His size made is easy to control her position, pinning Lagertha down, Ulfric placed the head of his staff between her legs, spreading them further until it rested in her labia.

Lagertha tried to resist, playfully, having started the game between them, she knew all the rules. She attempted to fight him off, but she let him control her body for the time being.

Jarl Ulfric licked from her neck to the base of Lagertha's jaw, nibbling back down to her collar bone. This made Lagertha moan slightly. In that moment Ulfric bit down at the base of Lagertha's neck, penetrating her simultaneously.

Lagertha screamed in pain, then pleasure as Ulfric rested inside her, her pussy throbbing around his girthy member. He started slowly, increasing his speed quite quickly. Being drunk made his love making sloppy.

Lagertha raked her nails down his back and buttocks, leaving long lust trails. This is part of what she enjoyed about the Jarl of Whiterun, his need for control, especially when it came to their fucking. She enjoyed his dominance and rough love making and nature.

Her moans grew louder along with Ulfric's, as he thrusted harder, with a roughness unmatched, Ulfric fucked her into screaming his name. "Ulfric! Ulfric! Ahh!" Lagertha begged for him to cum.

"Ah! My Jarl cum for me now! Ulfric you beast!"

Ulfric bit into the top of Lagertha's breast as he unloaded himself deep inside her. He drunkenly collapsed from the sudden release, to the side of her.

"My, my, a Jarl such as yourself shouldn't be conducting himself in such a Manor." Lagertha playfully scolded the drunk and exhausted Nord, hoping for a shy smile from the man. "Fucking an unknown outsider, in your own chambers. Unwed. I might as well be your little Argonian maid."

A deep sigh rumbled from the usually stoic man. "Where else would I fuck you, woman?" In a deep baritone grumble, "and as the true high king I will bed whom ever I please." He rolled over onto his back to face this enchantress of his mind, body, and spirit. "If being unwed is such a big deal to you then perhaps we should announce our engagement."

Startled, Lagertha sat up and looked down at the drunk Jarl. "You aren't serious," Lagertha said suspiciously. "I have worked in your court for only a year, besides, you wanted this casual and so did I."

Ulfric snapped into a sober moment, realizing what he said. "I apologize Lagertha, you have enchanted me beyond my means of understanding. I should have not brought it up so casually, please, let's get some sleep. We can speak of this tomorrow and come to a resolve if you like." The Jarl turned the other way to sleep.

Lagertha laid on her back, now contemplating the proposal of a Jarl. Knowing she did not love him in that way, she will let him sleep and make her intentions clear in the morning.