“Bulwark”
Agris the Bulwark X Reader
A/N: I got a few notes telling me I should write Skyrim stuff and I’m in an Agris mood. This is kinda short but I just wanted to see if I still had my skills. Anyway enjoy <3
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You were awoken by the smell of apple cabbage stew filling Vlindrel Hall, the home you shared with your housecarl, Agris. You tried to take a deep breath of it in, but all you could do was cough. Agris heard and practically ran into the room.
“Hey hey, lay back down. You haven’t recovered yet.” Agris said reaching out to put his hand on your back. Recovered? Oh, that's right.
The snow had gotten so high that you couldn’t even feel the ground. Trudging through it, attempting to make it to Winterhold, where you told Agris to wait for you. The last thing you remembered was seeing the door of the Inn and then you passed out.
“You’ve got a really bad cold,” Agris said, snapping you out of your thoughts, “and some serious frostbite on your legs.”
“Yeah that sounds about right,” you whispered. Silence filled the room as Agris just sat there looking at you.
“I have no idea what I look like, but I can guarantee you look worse,” you said, “what's wrong Ag?”
Agris laughed at the nickname you had given him. You’d always been funny like that. He sat down at the edge of your bed, before sighing and looking up at you.
“I just wish I had been there to help you ya know? I’m supposed to be your housecarl, your protector, a “Bulwark” but I’ve done a pretty shit job at it. You're always protecting me. I wanted to protect you for once.” he said. He looked down at his knees, not wanting to make eye contact with you.
Suddenly, he heard you burst out laughing, then violently cough. You took a drink of water and grabbed his cheeks and pulled his face close to yours, touching your foreheads together.
“Ag, listen,” you started, “you are the best ‘protector’ a person could ever ask for, but you're too caught up in your duties. You aren’t just my housecarl, you're my friend. I care about you more than you’ll ever know.”
You two sat there in silence for a few seconds, staring into each others eyes. Suddenly, Agris put his hand on the back of your head, pulling you into a kiss. Your eyes widened and you slowly melted into it.
As you pulled away for air, you stared deep into his eyes. “I love you,” he said. You blushed and smiled, “I love you t-” you stopped. Agris looked at you confused. “What’s that smell?” Agris inhaled through his nose, smelling something burning.
The stew.
