Skyrim One-Shots

Hadvar x Reader ~The Aftermath and The Treasure Chest~

His footsteps along the dirt path were near silent, the only thing making noise in the mid-day sky being the slight clicking of his armor as he walked in front of you.

A quiet hiss of pain left your mouth, a rock jabbing into your barely covered feet. Hadvar glanced back with concern, frowning.

"We should be in Riverwood soon. I'll get you some clothing- armor, even. I'm sorry for all of that, by the way. That captain was always bloodthirsty," he murmured, shaking his head lightly. 

You paid no mind to his apologies, eyes flickering to the flowers the line the trail as you both started to walk again. "When trying to execute those who have been criminalized," you began quietly, "there is little you can do for helping the innocents caught in the crossfire. I am fortunate to be alive."

He sighed. "You are astoundingly calm."

"I haven't slept for 3 days," you answer light-heartedly, smiling softly as the gateway of Riverwood came into your view. Hadvar barked out a laugh, then went back to being serious.

"I'm taking you to my uncle, Alvor, and his wife and daughter. No doubt, he'll gladly help us. I assume he'll have you go to Whiterun to inform the Jarl of the dragon we saw being Riverwood is in danger, so you'll probably only get a night of rest before you're on your feet again."

You nodded, "That seems reasonable."

After your sentence had ended, the two of you entered the tiny town of Riverwood, an elderly woman glaring at you as you passed. Shaking the leer off, you watched as a blacksmith paused his hammering only to stand and start jogging towards you both.

Instinctively, you all but hid behind Hadvar.

"Hadvar?" the man blurted, confused, before noticing the many scratches on the Imperial's face and your obscured frame. "Come inside, I don't doubt whatever happened was pleasant."

The man walked up a set of stairs to a home next to the large forge, the calm river waves quietly sounding in your ears as you followed Hadvar.

Inside, the house was cool, unlike the warm and unrelenting sun outside. A child gasped, and your nervous gaze wavered straight to her.

"Hi!" she exclaimed, while Hadvar and Alvor both looked at the girl and you with puzzlement. 

"Greetings?" you stated uncertainty, her dress flourishing as she skipped over.

"What's your name? I'm Dorthe," she grinned, and you grew a strained smile.

"____. It is a pleasure to meet you, Dorthe."

Her eyes brightened, light hair glistening in the candlelight. "You know, I don't like strangers, but I like you! You're grown up, but you're nice!"

"Thank you," you murmured awkwardly, "I'll talk to you outside in a bit, okay?"

She huffed, "Fine. Don't take too long!" 

As Dorthe exited the home, Alvor turned to you, almost shocked.

"I have never seen her openly initiate conversation with someone she doesn't know."

Hadvar nodded, agreeing.

Your face dusted with embarrassment, but you attempted to shake it off. "Helgen, right. Uh, Hadvar, you wanna start?"

He blew out a breath, then started to speak.

The accounting of all that had happened in the last few hours wasn't exactly enjoyable, but Alvor was very understanding, a fact you appreciated greatly. He didn't hesitate to welcome you to his home and anything you needed within it, so long as you asked.

Hadvar's words had struck true, you needed to meet with Jarl Balgruuf of Whiterun to supply troops to Riverwood come tomorrow for the safety of its inhabitants. 

After a nearly hour-long discussion with Alvor and his wife, Sigrid, who'd joined in, you'd changed out of your rags and gotten your wounds cleaned. Alvor went back to work on some armor that had been commissioned, and Dorthe came back inside with a pout.

Happily, you then stuffed as much food as you could in your mouth. Hadvar had done the same, nearly moaning at the taste of edibles on an empty stomach.

You could barely contain the laugh that bubbled in your throat.

Dorthe poked and prodded your back in the meantime, irritated. It seemed to be a rather humorous thing for her, and it didn't bother you much, so you bore through it.

The Imperial who'd saved you watched in amusement, continuing the quiet conversation between the three of you.

"There's a treasure chest across the river, I found a map yesterday," the girl said proudly, a wide and eager beam on her face as you and Hadvar finished up your food.

Hadvar raised a brow, "A chest?"

"Yup!"

"Well, we simply must investigate it then, shan't we?" you grin. The girl cheered, giggling.

"You talk like a noble!" she exclaimed.

You scoffed, waving her off. "I beg your pardon, little one."

The man next to you narrowed his eyes playfully, along with Dorthe. "I think you just proved her point."

"Oh, how funny," you huff.

He chuckled. "Aren't you feisty now?"

"A full ____ is a satisfied ____."

All three of you burst out in laughter, wheezing.

Sigrid watched with a knowing, small sly smile.

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AHaha,

It's good to be back!

Thanks to @SocksfoxAJ for the request, even though I made it short!

Anyway, colds are stupid.

But! I have a small little poll for you all if you'd so indulge me. 

Who do you want to read more of? (some of them are general guilds/races, so you might have to specify a character)

Brynjolf

Ulfric

Vilkas 

Dragons (Alduin, Paarthurnax, etc.)

Companions 

Thieves

Assassins

Dawnguard members

Dragonborn NPCs

Other

Right! Have a good one, and I wish you all well!

Dani out,

Adieu!