Skyrim One-Shots

Farkas x Reader(Female) ~Usherings~

Vilkas scoffed, giving his brother an incredulous look before taking another swig of his mead.

Farkas shook his head. "She doesn't like to drink, brother, so I won't either."

The other Nord grumbled something under his breath, shuffling in his seat.

The celebration around them was in full swing, the hall of Jorrvaskr booming with noise, laughter, and drinks. 

And yet, Farkas could not seem to focus. On anything other than you, that was, and he didn't want to seem like an utter creep. Vilkas had drunkenly stated he needed to just go and kiss you, which was an absolute no.

His twin may be a complete cocky bastard, but he wasn't and he didn't want to ruin his chances with you because of a piece of backfiring advice from his brother. Gods knew how many times Vilkas had gotten drinks dumped on him, fearful gazes and quickly made excuses to run off.

See, Farkas didn't like being a dick, where his brother seemed to naturally excel at it.

With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair, watching the middle crowded hall with a steady eye.

He frowned. Where had you gone?

Within a few moments, he had found you again, casually chatting up Aela and an invited quest: Lydia-  your housecarl, he remembered. After a few heartbeats of watching too long, his fellow Sheild-Sibling caught his eye and gave a narrowed glance.

And just like that, she knew.

Vilkas barked out a heavy laugh. "Oh, brother, and you've hidden for months, only to be found out in seconds. Great job."

"Shut up, Vilkas, go mess with some poor lady who doesn't want to toss with you," came the responding huff.

"Well, well! If I doubted it before, I don't now. You really do like-"

A deathly sharp glance.

Vilkas didn't finish his sentence, mouth forming into a thin line of irritation as silence settled between them once more.

He stood abruptly.

"I'll tell her if you don't," the dark-haired man stated, and Farkas felt his stomach drop.

"Vilkas," he muttered, "Vilkas sit down."

"I'll do it, because you're too damn scared to do it yourself."

"Brother, please don't-"

Vilkas started to walk towards the trio of women.

Farkas shot up from his spot, at his brother's side in a single, long stride. "Fine. Just... If things don't work out, I don't want to talk about it."

A prideful scoff. "She stares at you all day, Farkas. I can hardly imagine why she wouldn't say yes and you'll be getting-"

Embarrassed, the taller brother rubbed his face, "Don't even start, Vilkas."

"I will unless you start walking, brother."

With a sigh, Farkas trudged away from his twin and off towards your direction with his werewolf senses perking in interest.

You always smelled so nice.

He merged into the crowd of people before making it to stand in front of Aela, Lydia and you (though your back was facing him), a small smile on his face as he got closer. Aela gave him a tiny grin, whereas the housecarl sniggered and elbowed you.

You turned, those brilliant eyes widening as your face flushed from your nose to your ears, a quick apology coming out of your lips as a habit and nerves alike while you started to smile.