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Reason to fight	By : Fanfictionfan360 Category: +A through F > Elder Scrolls - Skyrim Views: 6142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Reason to fight
Why would a Redguard fight for Skyrim? Why would he fight against the Empire for the Nords freedom? Why would he risk his life time and time again for a people who spared no love for him when he would have been given a more comfortable place as a Legionnaire?
Mathias had been asked these questions many times throughout his fight against the Empire under Ulfric Stormcloaks flag and his answers were always the same, every province should be run by their native people, his homeland of Hammerfell was run by a Redguard, Cyrodiil was run by an Imperial, the Summerset Isles were run by an Altmer so why shouldn't Skyrim be run by a Nord?
Many Stormcloaks and Nords mistook his reasons for fighting the Empire as sharing their deep seated hatred of it, on the contrary Mathias held no hatred for the Empire having planned to actually joined the Imperial Legion as a weapon smith from when he was a child until the moment of his wrongful capture and execution sentence
Despite his near neutral thoughts on the Empire he spared no love for it either, his capture and immediate call for execution was the first clue on how corrupt and desperate the Empire was becoming, it was dying fast and was determined to get its claws into Skyrim so it could survive a few more years before dragging another province down with it, this was something Mathias could not allow quickly abandoning all ideas of joining the doomed Empire, Tamriel needed a new leadership and Mathias decided on the one group truly dedicated to overthrowing the invading Empire and the fascist Thalmor who puppeteered it
These were just a few of the reasons the Dragonborn aligned himself with Ulfric Stormcloak but the main reason was a far more religious one, the ban on Talos worship that the Imperials forced upon Skyrim to appease the Thalmor, being a spiritual man openly carrying an amulet of Talos Mathias found the forced ban of the Gods worship unforgivable, no one had the right to enter another peoples land and ban their faith, if anyone tried to ban ancestor worship in Hammerfell there would be more than a simple rebellion, it would be all out war against the invaders
Those who opposed the Stormcloaks and supported the Empire had very valid reasons in the Dragonborns eyes, if the Empire was too succeed in reclaiming Skyrim and somehow returning to its full strength it would been a new age of peace throughout Tamriel, others would say that the Stormcloaks were simply bigots who wanted every other race but their own thrown out of Skyrim or worse but Mathias had met Ulfric and enough Stormcloak soldiers to see that it wasn't bigotry that fuelled them but fear, they were scared of other races entering Skyrim and diluting their proud culture even further than it already was, statues of Talos were being torn down to appease the Thalmor and any who opposed it were imprisoned or put to death on the spot, something Mathias would not stand for
These were the reasons Mathias gave out to any who asked with a prideful smirk and eyes full of soul, as far as he was concerned Skyrim deserved its independence and he would fight to his last breath to do so, giving his entire heart, soul, voice and sword to the fight to ensure the Empire received the death it needed and the Thalmor paid for their crimes against non-Elves and even to non-Altmers
Little did anyone know that Mathias never gave his true reason for fighting, the one cause Mathias would give his life for in a second and at that moment she was crouched on a boulder across from him as they surveyed an Imperial camp
Aela was a proud Nord as well as a proud Skyrim nationalist, in her eyes Skyrim belonged to her people not an Imperial emperor giving his orders a hundred miles south of his armies, she had proven time and time again that she would give her life for Skyrim and whilst Mathias was with her he would make sure he would meet the sword first
The two Werewolves had put aside their heavy Dragon bone and Daedric armour to make sure that they could stalk their prey with greater skill, Aela wearing her old Ancient Nord armour whilst Mathias went against armour in general crouching only in a pair of leather pants, both were barefoot to further silence their steps and whilst Aela carried her Falmer Bow Mathias was completely weapon less relying on his natural strength in the hopes of silently taking down his prey
From their vantage point they observed nine Imperial soldiers within the camp with three Stormcloak soldiers held captive around the campfire, their wrists bound and their weapons nowhere in sight, Mathias and Aela silently signalled to each other with small hand gestures and subtle eye and lip movements, their lupine sight giving them near perfect night vision, Mathias signalled for Aela to keep her bow aimed at the centre of the camp whilst he took care of the four Imperials who had broken away wondering closer to their position
The huntress nodded quietly notching an arrow and aiming it for the Imperial closest to the captives, her keen hearing picked up the curt exchange of words between the Imperial and one of the captives resulting in the Stormcloak being struck hard in the back of the head with the hilt of the Imperials sword nearly knocking him into the fire, Aela clenched her jaw suppressing the urge to release her arrow now and nail the Imperial right between the eyes but attacking too early would blow their cover and leave them in a greatly outnumbered fight
The Redguard could see the anger burning within his wife softly signalling to her to not give into her urges and to keep her vigil, the four Imperials approaching them split off into two two-man groups with one remaining a few yards ahead of their position whilst the other one moved to a mere couple of metres away
"Too easy" Mathias thought as he planned his manner of attack, one of the Imperials moved closer to them than the other and both their backs were turned "perfect" Mathias deftly jumped down from the boulder he was perched on landing near silently behind the first Imperial and in a flash he stood upright wrapping his arms around the soldiers neck and twisted sharply, the thick muscle of his left arm muffled the sound of the Imperials neck snapping whilst his right hand silenced any sound the soldier made before his life was ended, the second Imperial didn't react to the sudden shuffling noise behind him which was he approaching downfall, Mathias slowly drew the dead Imperials sword from its scabbard gently placing the body down as quiet as he could
Gripping the blades hilt tightly the Dragonborn swiftly darted forward wrapping his hand around the second Imperials mouth muffling him as he drove the sword through his back and out his chest killing him near instantly before he could even make a sound, with a suppressed grunt Mathias set the body on the ground drawing his sword as well, despite fighting the Empire he did not enjoy killing Legionaries, most of them had simply joined to sustain their families and every time he ended one of their lives all he could think of was the family he could have left fatherless and husbandless
Silencing the thoughts he twirled the swords in his hands getting a good grip on them, he had toyed with the concept of dual wielding in the past but wasn't an expert on it, stepping over the second Imperials body Mathias caught sight of the two others, luckily neither had any idea of what had just happened both in idle conversation, neither had obviously had any experience of guarding something before which the Dragonborn took full advantage of
Neither knew what was coming until Mathias rushed out of the shadows with his blades held high, they couldn't even draw their own swords before their heads rolled from their shoulders and their now decapitated bodies slumped to the dirt, the sound their bodies made drew the attention of the other Imperials who now stood alert drawing their weapons, Mathias counted three wielding swords and only two wielding bows, having beaten much worse odds before the Redguard couldn't help but flash a wolfish grin
As they started to approach him he swiftly raised his blades in the air so they glinted in the moonlight signalling to Aela who responded by letting her arrow fly scoring the Imperial who was abusing the captives right between the eyes as planned leaving two swordsmen and two bowmen, with a fierce battle cry Mathias charged forward to meet the Legionaries swords clashing steel against steel, his thick muscle bound arms holding off against the Legionaries two arms to their swords
Breaking the sword lock the Redguard kicked one Imperial off of his feet before turning to the other "FUS!" one word of power was enough in this situation sending the other swordsmen stumbling off of his feet leaving him open to a fatal stab in the chest from Mathias's blades
Kicking the corpse off of his swords the Dragonborn turned to see the other Imperial being felled the moment he found his feet from an arrow to the neck, grinning in pride at his wife's skill with a bow as he turned to the bowmen, one of them aiming his bow straight at him whilst the other aimed around wildly trying to find where the arrows were coming from, grinning wolfishly readied his blades again as an arrow narrowly grazed his shoulder, they were scared and getting sloppy, he almost felt too sorry for them "for the good of Skyrim" he reassured himself as he pounced forward dispatching the first bowmen with utter ease whilst the other was felled by another of Aela's arrows
It was times like this that Mathias wondered why Tullius even tried anymore as he dropped the Imperial swords to untie the Stormcloak captives, the Nords staring at him as he undid their binds, two of them out of awe whilst one was just incredibly surprised "why would a Redguard pirate save us? Shouldn't you just loot us then leave?" Mathias suppressed a retort to the Nords ignorance, he was sick of the assumption of Redguards being mere pirates and plunderers simply because their homeland was mainly bustling ports and rolling deserts
"Bite your tongue!" one of the other Stormcloaks snapped "that's the Dragonborn you're talking to! Did you not witness his shout? Not only that he is the Bone-breaker too, one of Ulfric's most trusted soldiers!" this shut the offending Nord up making Mathias smile with satisfaction, with their binds gone the Stormcloaks stretched and flexed their arms and legs having been bound for several hours now "I thank you again Dragonborn, if you had not assisted us we would have met the executioners axe for sure"
Mathias waved off the praise turning to leave them to find their way back to the nearest Stormcloak camp, luckily for them the Imperials had kept their weapons close to where they had detained them, his lupine ears picked up the sound of approaching footsteps and the light from the fire cleared the midnight darkness enough for the soldiers to make out Aela approaching, one of them gave an approving whistle at the sight of her making the she wolf smirk and flip her hair teasingly "who is that?" the ignorant Nord gasped completely infatuated by Aela's beauty
He swiftly received a slap across the back of the head by the other Stormcloaks "idiot! That is the Bone-Breakers bride, if you actually paid attention instead of getting drunk off your arse every time we return to Windhelm you actually know these things" one of the soldiers scolded him "again you have our thanks Bone-Breaker and you two Miss…Aela I believe?" the huntress nodded to which the Stormcloak sighed in relief "we'll find our own way back to Windhelm, you've done more than enough for us Bone-Breaker, Talos be with you" he bid them farewell lighting a torch and walking off into the night with his brothers in arms
Watching them disappear into the darkness Mathias let out a heavy breath in relief, he may fight for the Stormcloak cause but it didn't mean he liked being near any of the Stormcloaks, half of them revered him to the point it was sickening and the other half looked down at him for not being a Nord, casting his gaze upon the Imperial soldiers he could tell even in the low light from their fair features and bold physique that half the soldiers were Nords themselves
Who would have thought that Skyrim could be in so much turmoil that Nords would fight to oppress their own people under the promise of peace? Aela placed her hand on his shoulder drawing his attention away from the bodies "let's leave this place love, let the Empire pick up after themselves" she knew Mathias lacked the hatred of the Empire carried by most Stormcloaks and if he stayed around for much longer he would begin to think about the Imperials side to the fight and their reasons for doing so, mainly about the families he may have just destroyed
Nodding the Redguard turned and walked away from the ruined campsite with Aela in tow, they headed east walking for hours throughout the night until snow began to heavily fall, Mathias shivered as the cold creeped into his bare skin but he braved it off, anything that tried to attack them was swiftly felled by an arrow from Aela or a blast of fire, lightening and ice from Mathias, it was kind of amusing seeing the shocked look on the last bandits face as torrents of lightening burst from the Dragonborns hands, Redguard mages were a rare breed after all
Shortly after the sunrise they finally reached their destination, the great city of Windhelm which was a great relief to both of them, the wind had become extremely biting and Mathias had lost the feeling in his feet
Hauling the city doors open they were finally out of the fierce wind but the snowfall was still the same, combing the snow out of his dreadlocks Mathias headed straight for the Candlehearth Hall, he needed to warm up quickly and didn't want to walk across several yards of freezing stone through a cemetery to reach his home of Hjerim
From outside he could hear the rowdy bustle of the Nord patrons inside warming his heart slightly bringing a crooked smile to his face, pushing open the door and stepping inside Mathias and Aela were greeted by the comforting warmth of the Inns fireplaces eternal flame, the female patrons taking in the Redguards half-naked form with appreciative looks whilst the male bar flies gave Aela the same lustful glances, they hailed Elda's attention who at first gave Mathias a questioning look from his lack of shirt and shoes but set it aside "two meads, Honningbrew, hot" Mathias ordered getting another questioning look from the bartender
"Hot mead?" she looked to Nils who in turn just shrugged back continuing to stir to stew confused himself about the Dragonborns order "nobody has ever ordered or wanted hot mead before"
Aela reached into her satchel pulling out a pouch of gold pouring several coins onto the counter "just give us the mead and make it quick" she said firmly before turning and heading up the stairs to the general drinking area
Mathias gave Elda a sympathetic smile "hard day" he explained simply, Elda nodded turning away to prepare their unusual order, the sweet smell of the Honningbrew wafted up Mathias's nostrils instilling him with a pleasant calm that only the honey rich mead could, he was a heavy Blackbriar drinker until a reveller stopped him one time outside of Riften offering him a bottle of Honningbrew and after one taste Blackbriar became nothing less than bile compared to its rival
Minutes later after heating up the tankards over the cooking fire Elda handed the drinks to Mathias who nodded his thanks heading upstairs after Aela, the hot meads steamed heavily clearing his nose and the heated metal of the tankards eased the aching in the joints in his fingers, entering the main drinking area he found his wife sitting near the eternal fireplace locked in an arm-wrestling match with Stenvar, the mercenary had an expression of pure strain and concentration whilst Aela barely looked bothered, her arm firm and still whilst Stenvars was beginning to shake, several bar patrons stood around watching the contest of strength ooh-ing and aah-ing every time one of the challengers arm went down slightly
A bead of sweat ran down Stenvars face making Aela smirk before forcing his arm down in one clean movement, the mercenary cried out in pain as his arm smashed against the table spilling his drink all over himself, Mathias couldn't help but grin when Stenvar then slammed down gold coins onto the table before walking off rubbing his arm and muttering to himself as Aela pocketed her winnings
He then looked across to the Inns bard Luaffyn, with one quick bit of eye contact and a nod from the Redguard Luaffyn smiled picking up her lute beginning to play, she knew the song Mathias wanted as he always did
"Our hero, our hero, claims a warrior's heart, I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes"
An aura of calm filled the hall as the Dunmers sweet voice filled its walls; a couple of patrons raised their tankards in salute to the song including Aela when Mathias handed her the steaming drink, Mathias joined her raising her glass to Luaffyn before sitting down taking a swig of the hot honey filled mead
"With a voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art, believe, believe, the Dragonborn comes"
"Ah! Here's the man of the hour!" a slurred voice sounded making Mathias cringe heavily, staggering up the stairs was Rolff Stone-Fist, if there was a Nord who embodied the stereotype of intolerance and hatred within the Nordic community it was that man and only he could be that drunk this early in the morning, Mathias gritted his teeth as Rolff dragged a chair from another table sitting himself between the Redguard and Aela, by the heavy bags under his eyes and the choking stench of ale on him it was easy to guess that Rolff had drank through the night, maybe got one or two hours sleep then started drinking again "word travels fast Redguard, according to the soldiers who came back last night you slaughtered a whole Imperial camp, glad you're giving them what they deserve"
Mathias merely grunted in reply taking another swig of his mead, when he had first met Rolff he had beaten his face to a bloody pulp for bad mouthing the Dunmer and Argonians in and around Windhelm but the thick headed Nord didn't seem to get the message that he wasn't in the Dragonborns good books acting all friendly with him after he had joined the Stormcloaks
"I was wondering if you could help me with a little problem I've been having" Rolff slurred downing half of his tankard in one go "there's this Dark Elf bastard that keeps harassing me every time I walk passed the Gray Quarter, something about insulting his mother and assaulting his father, I can't remember doing those things but I do a lot of things when I'm drunk, I was wondering if you could…"
"No" the Dragonborns reply was quick and blunt like a Warhammer
"No? You don't know what I was going to ask"
"I know full well what you were going to request and the answer is no, I will not harm a most likely innocent Dunmer simply because he stood up to you" Mathias growled taking another swig of his mead, Rolffs presence was giving him a headache and had made him miss the rest of Luaffyns song "from how I've seen you act I'm sure his accusations are true so in my eyes the very least you own him is an heartfelt apology"
Rolff looked at Mathias like he had told him to fuck himself with a freshly sharpened sword "apologize? To a Talos damned Elf?" he spat crudely of the floor "you're still the same damned grey skin lover you were when you first walked through our cities doors, I thought you would have learned by now that they cannot be trusted" he sneered leaning in to an inch of Mathias's face
"That's enough out of you" Aela growled threateningly grabbing Rolffs arm, the stench of ale from him was making her nauseous and his slurred voice was grinding on her nerves
Wrenching his arm from her grip Rolff spat again "shut your fucking mouth whore or I swear I'll…" the rest of his threat was cut off when Mathias grabbed him by the back of the head and smashed his face against the table, the sound of teeth breaking against wood filling the hall as Rolff slumped to the floor before staggering back to his feet "you…you bastard!" he growled holding his fists up "I'll kill you for that!" he lunged forward only to receive a blow to the gut from the Redguard
Mathias kept his fist buried in Rolffs gut leaning in to growl in the Nords ear "you can insult me, I'll take it just fine and ignore you but insult my wife and I'll skin you alive" his tone was colder than the very north point of Winterhold and harder than Skyforge steel, he relaxed his fist letting Rolff stagger back coughing and clutching his stomach "now crawl back home before you really make me angry" he warned turning his back on the Nord only to hear him run at him again, with a frustrated sigh Mathias grabbed Rolffs arm as it tried to wrap around his neck, turn around and hurled Rolff over his shoulder
The Nord hit the burning metal of the fireplace hard, screeching in pain as the heat seared through his clothes scorching his back before sliding to the floor in a heap, the entire hall had gathered to watch the very one sided brawl "hey!" Rolff spat hauling himself to his feet "I'm not fucking done with you" he could barely stand up and walk straight but still he raised his fists "I'm not letting a filthy pirate breed beat me"
Mathias's nostrils flared and his eyes turned dark, if he had weaker self-control he would have transformed into his Werewolf form at that moment from sheer anger, as Rolff lurched forward the Dragonborn shot his arm out wrapping his large hand around the Nords neck lifting him up a foot in the air, Rolff clawed at the Redguards arm as his fingers dug into his throat choking him "that's enough" Aela proclaimed trying to get Mathias to stop, whenever he got truly angry the scene was never pretty "my love he's had enough, you'll kill him!"
Her words fell on deaf ears as Mathias continued to squeeze, let the guards come, all he could think was one more minute and the Dark Elves would live a more peaceful life, just one more minute, one more squeeze
"BONE-BREAKER!" a thunderous voice tore through the hall causing Mathias's head to whip around to find its source, standing at the top of the stairs was Galmar Stone-Fist looking as imposing as ever, his tree trunk arms crossed tight to his chest and his cold eyes trained solely on the Redguard "let go of my brother, now" he growled as fearsome as the bear he know wore as a coat, he couldn't tell if Galmar had just turned up out of coincidence or if someone had rushed out to go get him
“Brother?" Mathias pondered as he relaxed his grip letting Rolff fall to the floor, they shared the same surname so it was possible, Rolff clambered to his feet clutching his sore throat staggering passed Mathias and Aela who couldn't resist giving him a quick kick to the back of the leg making him stumble "do you have business with me Galmar?" Mathias questioned eyeing Ulfric's second in command warily, he never truly got along with the brutish Nord having regular arguments with him
"Jarl Ulfric wants a word with you" Galmar replied sharply giving Aela a passing glance "alone"
The huntress gave Galmar a questioning look as Mathias just sighed heavily "Aela head home, I'll be there shortly"
Aela looked at him in confusion "my love, why would he require you alone?" Aela had always been at her husband’s side during his meeting with Ulfric, helping keep his temper in check when the Jarl said something wrong or asked too much of him, the look in Mathias's eyes showed there was no room for argument "alright my love, just don't do anything you will regret"
The Redguard smiled wearily at that, even with Aela keeping him in check he had threatened to throw a punch at more than one meeting, as Aela moved to leave she kicked Rolff again making him yelp looking to his brother for help "you started this Rolff, that I am sure of" Galmar just growled offering no assistance to his beaten sibling, with a nod to the Dragonborn they both stepped over Rolff who was now on his back clutching his shin nursing what may have been a fracture
Anyone outside the Palace of the kings could have guessed that a miniature war had broken out in its walls from the violent shouting coming from within; Ulfric had reprimanded Mathias for 'starting trouble in his city' and then the Dragonborn had once again brought up the conditions of the Gray Quarter and the fact that the Argonians were still segregated to the docks and once again his points were pushed aside, deemed unimportant next to the war effort to which he was requested to help claim The Reach for the Stormcloaks, Mathias grudgingly accepted the task knowing it was for the good of Skyrim but he had had enough trouble with the Forsworn in the past and would have no more of it if he had the option
He had dreaded the concept of having the take The Reach from the Breton population, it was long conquered Skyrim land but to the Forsworn that resided there it was their home, by attacking anyone who drew too near they were simply doing the same as the Stormcloaks did to any who tried to claim Skyrim, when he had tried to explain this his theories were again tossed aside with Galmar scolding him for sympathising with 'savages'
The meeting/argument went on for around an hour before Mathias declared he was done for the day, accepted the task he was given and stormed out of the palace too angry to even notice the snow storm had picked up again blanketing his head and bare shoulders in snow leaving Ulfric and Galmar staring in slight shock from the Redguards outburst, Galmar just grunted leaving to train with some new recruits whilst Ulfric was left on his throne to think about the points the Dragonborn had made
On the other side of Windhelm Aela entered the Gray Quarter having found herself unable to remain in Hjerim, Calder was a poor conversationalist and the huntress missed the ability to just walk down Whiteruns streets to enter Jorrvaskr and converse with her shield brothers and sisters, Windhelm was too cold for her and it wasn't the temperature for her Nordic skin and Wolf blood kept her warm, the city was claustrophobic and hard, high walls shadowing the narrow ice snow covered streets and everyone eyed others suspiciously, none greeted her as she passed apart from the occasional guard and Brunwulf Free-Winter who seemed to be the friendliest Nord in the city being as compassionate to the Dunmers plight as Mathias
The Dunmer themselves watched her very carefully, some flinching when her eyes met theirs, she held no ill will towards them or Dark Elves in general, Athis back in Whiterun was one of her most trusted shield brothers and Aela would trust him with her life
A small Dunmer child scooted away from her when Aela walked passed making the huntress stop to inspect the small Elf, the poor young girl was dressed only in rags huddling her knees for warmth "why are you outside little one?" Aela asked softly crouching in front of the child who quickly scurried away in fear
"Do not blame her miss" a voice sounded behind her, Aela turned to find Revyn Sadri behind her "I know you mean us no harm but the children here only know of Nords as bad people who want to hurt us"
Aela gave the Dunmer an understanding look before he ushered her away in case she got a bad reputation for affiliating with them, with a deep breath Aela complied bidding the Dark Elf goodbye turning to leave the Grey Quarter starting the long trudge back to Hjerim, as she left the Gray Quarter Angrenor Once-Honored gave her a mistrustful look to which the huntress glared back at the racist beggar shoulder barging passed him when he sized her up, she ignored his insults walking away as he dusted himself off, it was people like him and Rolff that made her ashamed to be a Nord at times
Approaching Hjerim Aela noticed Calder leaving in a brisk pace "I wouldn't go in there if I was you" he warned Aela as he stopped in front of her "it's like he's lost his mind" the Housecarls words were shaking with worry
"Explain yourself" Aela commanded making the Housecarl flinch
Calder shifted on his feet taking quick glances to Hjerims door as if expecting something to happen "he walked in muttering under his breath which I thought nothing of but then he started drinking" Calder explained giving the door another nervous check "he downed three bottles of beer in a minute Aela and then his mutterings got louder and angrier, he started throwing things and then he just went quiet, I think he's still upstairs in the master bedroom, forgive my cowardice but I just had to get out of there in case he had another outburst"
Holding up a hand to stop him Aela waved him off, Calder thanked her briskly walking through the snow towards Candlehearth, watching the Housecarl walk off Aela trained her keen hearing onto the large house in front of her, with her animalistic senses she could normally hear a pin drop within a bustling crowd but aside from the harsh wind and the background city noise Aela could hear only silence from the house, not a step, not a sound, just silence
Taking a cautious step through the front door Aela found the house completely silent, empty bottles littered the table and the floor around it, quietly shutting the door behind her Aela ventured further finding several items in the house scattered as if thrown around, plates and bowls were smashed on the floor and peering up the stairs the mannequin that held Stormcloak armour had been knocked over
Then the silence that filled the house was broken when she heard a faint breath coming from the master bedroom "Mathias?" Aela called out getting a grunt in reply; ascending the stairs she turned into the master bedroom to find Mathias sat hunched over on the edge of the bed with a bottle of mead in his hand
"Why am I part of this god's forsaken war Aela?" Mathias asked taking a large swig from the bottle, his voice was as low and wavering as the day the Blades ordered him to kill Paarthurnax, he hadn't spoken to them since and didn't plan on doing so in the future, the only reason he visited the temple anymore was to visit Lydia "what's the point of it all? What's the point in fighting for the right cause when it can be seen as the wrong one?"
The huntresses' heart sank at her husband's words walking forward to sit beside him "why these doubts my love?" she gently took his large hand shocked to find it shaking "why now?"
Mathias finished off the bottle and after giving it a couple of shakes to check if there was any more mead he threw it against wall finding small satisfaction in how it smashed into tiny shards "I understand Ulfric's cause but…" he took a deep breathe letting a single tear run down his cheek "I also see how many are being harmed by his cause, yes this is the Nords land, rightfully theirs but when I see how other races are treated, every time I see the Dunmer of this city…" his head fell forward causing his untied dreadlocks to fall along his chest "sometimes I think it would just have been better if I was aiding the Empire"
Clutching his hand tighter Aela drew his attention "love the Empire is broken and dying, if Skyrim fell to the Imperials they would just drag us down with them, Empires rise and fall and this one's time is over, soon enough another will rise and Ulfric will aide it as long as it fits Skyrims needs, if luck is on our side the next Empire will not bow to the Thalmor as this one did"
"They do not know that the Thalmor controls them, that's what hurts me" the Redguard stared into space with soulful eyes "the Imperials do not know that they are the Thalmor's pawns, every soldier believes that they are simply reunifying an Empire that can be saved and that makes it worse, there is a chance, no matter how small there is a chance the Empire can be saved to fight back against the Thalmor and heal Tamriel, it's like I've made the right and wrong choice and with every act to aiding Skyrim I harm so much more, I can't see the point anymore"
Aela sat listening patiently as her husband poured his heart out, whilst she would never support the Empire she understood what he meant about the Stormcloaks "every time I see the Gray Quarter I see how close minded and arrogant the Stormcloaks can be but the Empire is no better for banning the Worship of Talos, it's like both are right and both are wrong, I just don't know anymore"
The Redguard stood up resting a hand on the ball where the bottle had broken "would you have still cared for me if I had chosen the Empire?" he asked her out of nowhere catching her off guard "I had dreamed of joining the Empire as a young boy, had heard tales of the Legionnaires, how brave and loyal they were, I dreamed of becoming a soldier of the Empire and if not a weapon smith so I could aid the Empire by keeping its soldiers well equipped, if it were not what happened at Helgen I may very well have been a Legate by now, if so would you have cared for me?"
Aela stood and took his hand again turning him to face hair "my affection for you does not come from your fighting for my kind, the man I fell in love with was not a Stormcloak when he killed the Giant I had been hunting the day we first met, nor was he one when he accepted the beasts blood to join the circle or was he when he ascended to Harbinger of the Companions, I love you for your strength, your compassion and your soul" her hands crept up to cup his face "everyone regrets their decisions at some point in their life and you're no different, you made the right choice my love, you chose to fight for Skyrim, for our freedom and rights" she reached up to capture his mouth with hers eliciting a faint groan from him "let go of your guilt my love, people get hurt during war, innocents included, you must not blame yourself"
Her hands slid from his face down his neck to his toned chest finding his skin cool to the touch, with her lips back against his Aela guided Mathias to sit down on the bed moving to straddle his waist "let your guilt go my love" she breathed in his ear as he raised his arms to clutch her waist, her skin was like a pleasing fire against his ridding his bones of the outdoor chill, Aela's nails ghosted their way through his dreadlocks and along his shoulders as his own fingers danced along her back making her shiver
Capturing his mouth Aela reached back to undo her armour letting it fall from her shoulders freeing her chest, her nipples were still pebbled from the cold and extremely sensitive causing her to moan into Mathias's mouth when they rubbed against his hard pectorals, shifting her hips up Aela shook the rest of her armour off leaving her naked on her husband's lap aside from her boots, she could feel his growing arousal through his pants making heat pool in her abdomen, Mathias grunted as she shifted on his lap again creating a blissful friction on his growing manhood gripping her hips as she ground against him
Placing her hands on his shoulders Aela pushed Mathias onto his back before moving down his body to pull his pants down to his ankles freeing his growing erection, taking a moment to admire his size and girth again Aela gently blew on the head making the Redguard shudder before growling as the huntress took him in her mouth, Aela hummed around his length as she skilfully took in every inch making Mathias's back arch whilst he gripped at the bed sheets bucking his hips gently to the slow bobbing motion of his wife's head
Aela pulled her heavenly mouth off of his cock to roll her tongue along the sides kneeling next to the bed; her hot wet tongue traced the underside of his length up to the bulbous head wrapping her lips around it spearing her throat with him again making her husband bark at the feeling
She kept this up for several minutes until she felt him throb uncontrollably in her mouth, she then pulled away and gripped the base of his cock hard halting his impending release "not so fast my dear" she whispered gently rubbing the underside of his manhood allowing him some pleasure as his orgasm died away
Mathias watched as she then stood away from him taking in her naked glory, that's what he was fighting for, if he had chosen the Empire there was every chance they wouldn't have ended up together or worse could have ended up as adversaries on the battlefield if Aela's disdain for the Empire was as strong as he thought, sitting up he watched as she turned and bent over to remove her boots and the sight of her perfectly shapely behind and pristine core caused his control to snap reaching out to grab her hips
The huntress yelped in surprised when she was suddenly pulled back onto the bed and pinned under her large husband, before she could protest he growled in her ear making her whole body shake with arousal "my love…" she started before being cut off by Mathias's mouth on her throat and his hands on her legs pushing them open
"Quiet now love" he breathed huskily rubbing the tip of his arousal against her core making her keen and buck her hips, grinning softly Mathias obliged her physical please slowly pushing into her hot tight core making her gasp sharply and him groan lowly as Aela wrapped her body around his linking her heels around his lower back "Aela" he breathed starting to slowly rock into her eliciting soft pants from his wife
Her nails tug into his back as her body was slowly filled with warmth and sensation, this wasn't the brisk hard pace she was used to in their couplings but it still felt like her soul was entering Sovngarde with every deep thrust her love took into her, Mathias gritted his teeth surging deep into Aela again loving how tight and hot she was around his shaft, his muscles flexed and tensed as he repressed to urge to just go wild on her, his beast blood demanded it but it wasn't the time, this was a sacred moment between the two of them and it would not be spoiled by giving in to carnal desires
"My love…deeper" Aela panted digging her nails in deeper drawing small lines of blood down her husband's back getting a small moan out of him, in turn he gripped her hips with crushing force bruising them gaining a moan from her in turn, the heels of her boots dug into his lower back making him buck harder into her causing her back to arch harder in turn, every move having an equal and blissful reaction to each other
Their coupling lasted for nearly an hour with Aela collapsing into paradise over and over whilst Mathias held back, soon enough there came the time he was unable to hold himself off again, his stomach coiled painfully tight and his manhood pulsing near violently "Aela…I'm…"
"Release it" Aela bade bucking her hips again "give yourself to me"
Mathias's mouth crashed against hers as his body finally let go, flowing freely into the huntresses' willing and accepting body, Aela keened loudly at the hot rush of Mathias's seed filling her womb sending her over the edge of orgasm for the final time before collapsing back in a sweaty heap
The Dragonborn fell next to her breathing heavily as he brushed a strand of hair out of her face, Aela smiled at the gesture taking his hand into hers "better now my love?" a firm nod was her reply "and your doubts?"
"The Empire must fall" Mathias said surely, yes he still felt guilty for the Imperials that he felled but it needed to be done and now he was sure of it, Aela smiled lovingly at his answer nuzzling up to him as they rested
When their energy returned they got dressed and moved onto Mathias's next assigned task finding a way to blackmail Raerek into revealing a gold and weapons caravan which with the help of Ralof and several Stormcloak soldiers they captured with ease then moving on to conquer Fort Sungard gaining vital ground for the Stormcloaks
The end of the civil war was swiftly approaching and with the Dragonborns renewed fighting spirit the Stormcloaks victory seemed assured, the thought of those who would suffer from the Stormcloak victory were forever in his thoughts but Mathias did what had to be done
He had found the reason to fight again, for the good of Skyrim and with Aela by his side nothing was going to stop him
Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it
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