[One-Shot] Sword Arm
Title: Sword Arm
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Type: Video Games
Characters/Pairing: Hadvar, Ralof, Alvor
Word Count: 961
Genre: Friendship
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: A young Hadvar tries to get young Ralof to practice with him.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Elder Scrolls V: Skryim nor the characters, just borrowing them from Bethesda for a little while.
Author's Notes: The challenge over at fan_flashworks has closed.
Prompt: fan_flashworks : #44 - Games
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“Hey boy! Here!” The blacksmith called to the youthful Hadvar, who had just started dashing down the main road of Riverwood from his family home, his thoughts somewhere on a child’s errand. The brunette child rushed towards his uncle’s smithy, climbing the stairs in twos with his long, lanky stride.
“Yes uncle?” Hadvar heaved, his brown eyes large and full of life. Alvor chuckled and patted the boy on the shoulder with a sooty hand, and offered the boy two wooden swords he’d spent all night crafting much to Sigrid’s disapproval. “Uncle?” Hadvar questioned, opening his arms to receive his gift.
Alvor chuckled and ruffled his nephew’s hair, “You are growing up so fast.” He leaned back examining the boy, before grinning largely, “One is for you and the other is for that friend of yours.”
Hadvar looked over the craftsmanship in his arms, before nodding excitedly, “Thank you Uncle Alvor!”
“No problem. Now, run along, or don’t you have somewhere to be?” Alvor turned and waved dismissively, heading back to his work. Hadvar watched as he uncle pulled the chord of the bellows, heating the coals of the fires, before he turned and hoped down a couple of stairs, heading off to meet with his friend.
He ran along the small planked bridge and around the saw mill, towards the banks of the river, where he could see the mop of blond hair of the boy squatting there by the edge. Hadvar raced faster, dumping the wooden swords aside before he stopped, bracing his hands on his knees to catch his breath. Ralof didn’t look up from the water, instead poked the sandy rocks underneath the surface with a stick.
“The water is cold,” Ralof mumbled, making Hadvar raise a brow at his somber tone, before he found a spot on the grass beside the boy, stretching out his lanky legs.
He snorted and stared up at the blue cloudless sky of mid-afternoon. “When is it ever warm?”
The blond youth grumbled and tossed a wet rock at him, “I was just saying.” Hadvar laughed slightly, picking the rock from his lap as he tossed it in the air, catching it. Ralof gave him an annoyed look before going back to poke at the rushing water.
A silence fell between them as the sounds of birds overhead took flight, “Hm, the fish are lively, you thinking about fishing today?”
Hadvar shrugged, “No, not really.”
The blond glanced at him, before he poked vigorously at the sand, “Oh.”
Hadvar sighed and sat up, drawing back his arm as he tossed the rock out across the water, watching it skip a few times before sinking, “What’s wrong with you today?”
With a depth breath, the boy mumbled out. “Gerdur started working at the mill with papa.”
Nodding his understanding, Hadvar rested his arm on his bent knee, staring at his best friend, “What about you?”
Ralof tossed the stick and stood up angrily, “It’s not something I want to do!”
Quickly standing, he tried to calm the blond, “Come, let’s practice our sword arms.” Hadvar rushed to where he had dropped the wooden swords his uncle had crafted, picking them up and offering one to his friend.
“Hadvar?” Ralof raised an unsure brow, hesitantly taking the wooden sword, watching as Hadvar settled into an imitation of a battle stance, which caused him to start laughing.
The brunette boy grumbled and shifted his footing, brushing off his friend’s laughter, “Come on. I’ll go easy on you.”
“But I don’t really want to,” he sighed, intending to drop the sword on the ground.
“Stop with your games!” Hadvar growled, his anger sparking. He pointed to Ralof and then the sword, “You’re going to have to get better if you want to join the Legionnaire.”
Ralof glanced at the sword he held, before tightening his grip and shifting his footing, “Alright, have it your way.”
“Prepare yourself,” Hadvar nodded at him, shaking his sword in his direction in a taunt, his youthful features filled with a smirk of superiority.
He narrowed a serious boyish expression on his friend and tried to mimic Hadvar’s stance, but he just felt awkward, yet he wouldn’t back down. Not if Hadvar was going to dog him about not wanting to do it, so he’d just have to beat him at his own game and then do whatever he wanted later
The blond launched, expecting to catch Hadvar off guard, but he parried him just as quickly as his strike would have hit it’s mark. His friend and adversary knocked him down to the river bank and backed away, aiming the wooden blade at him in preparation.
Grumbling, Ralof sat up, “I thought you said you’d go easy on me!”
Hadvar laughed, “I am so get up and let’s go again.”
Filling with annoyance, Ralof climbed to his feet and attacked head first, Hadvar parring his swings each time, laughing at him all the same, “Come on, we’ll be out here all day if you keep this up.”
Without even realizing, the two boys spent several hours playfully sparing, before Ralof ended up tossing the sword into the river in a fit of anger at losing to his friend again. Hadvar watched as the strong current carried the sword downstream and out of sight under the bridge.
His friend turned to him with a surprised apologetic expression, “I didn’t mean…”
Shaking his head, Hadvar flung his sword into the river.
“I’m sorry,” Ralof toed the soft ground of the river bank in shame before Hadvar ruffled his hair.
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” he gave his friend a soft smile, before looking down at the water, “How about we fish instead?”
Ralof swallowed before nodding, “Yeah, that’ll probably better.”
Originally Posted to: fan_flashworks on April 18, 2013.
Author: kryss_delrhei
Fandom: The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim
Type: Video Games
Characters/Pairing: Hadvar, Ralof, Alvor
Word Count: 961
Genre: Friendship
Rating: G
Warning: None
Summary: A young Hadvar tries to get young Ralof to practice with him.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Elder Scrolls V: Skryim nor the characters, just borrowing them from Bethesda for a little while.
Author's Notes: The challenge over at fan_flashworks has closed.
Prompt: fan_flashworks : #44 - Games
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“Hey boy! Here!” The blacksmith called to the youthful Hadvar, who had just started dashing down the main road of Riverwood from his family home, his thoughts somewhere on a child’s errand. The brunette child rushed towards his uncle’s smithy, climbing the stairs in twos with his long, lanky stride.
“Yes uncle?” Hadvar heaved, his brown eyes large and full of life. Alvor chuckled and patted the boy on the shoulder with a sooty hand, and offered the boy two wooden swords he’d spent all night crafting much to Sigrid’s disapproval. “Uncle?” Hadvar questioned, opening his arms to receive his gift.
Alvor chuckled and ruffled his nephew’s hair, “You are growing up so fast.” He leaned back examining the boy, before grinning largely, “One is for you and the other is for that friend of yours.”
Hadvar looked over the craftsmanship in his arms, before nodding excitedly, “Thank you Uncle Alvor!”
“No problem. Now, run along, or don’t you have somewhere to be?” Alvor turned and waved dismissively, heading back to his work. Hadvar watched as he uncle pulled the chord of the bellows, heating the coals of the fires, before he turned and hoped down a couple of stairs, heading off to meet with his friend.
He ran along the small planked bridge and around the saw mill, towards the banks of the river, where he could see the mop of blond hair of the boy squatting there by the edge. Hadvar raced faster, dumping the wooden swords aside before he stopped, bracing his hands on his knees to catch his breath. Ralof didn’t look up from the water, instead poked the sandy rocks underneath the surface with a stick.
“The water is cold,” Ralof mumbled, making Hadvar raise a brow at his somber tone, before he found a spot on the grass beside the boy, stretching out his lanky legs.
He snorted and stared up at the blue cloudless sky of mid-afternoon. “When is it ever warm?”
The blond youth grumbled and tossed a wet rock at him, “I was just saying.” Hadvar laughed slightly, picking the rock from his lap as he tossed it in the air, catching it. Ralof gave him an annoyed look before going back to poke at the rushing water.
A silence fell between them as the sounds of birds overhead took flight, “Hm, the fish are lively, you thinking about fishing today?”
Hadvar shrugged, “No, not really.”
The blond glanced at him, before he poked vigorously at the sand, “Oh.”
Hadvar sighed and sat up, drawing back his arm as he tossed the rock out across the water, watching it skip a few times before sinking, “What’s wrong with you today?”
With a depth breath, the boy mumbled out. “Gerdur started working at the mill with papa.”
Nodding his understanding, Hadvar rested his arm on his bent knee, staring at his best friend, “What about you?”
Ralof tossed the stick and stood up angrily, “It’s not something I want to do!”
Quickly standing, he tried to calm the blond, “Come, let’s practice our sword arms.” Hadvar rushed to where he had dropped the wooden swords his uncle had crafted, picking them up and offering one to his friend.
“Hadvar?” Ralof raised an unsure brow, hesitantly taking the wooden sword, watching as Hadvar settled into an imitation of a battle stance, which caused him to start laughing.
The brunette boy grumbled and shifted his footing, brushing off his friend’s laughter, “Come on. I’ll go easy on you.”
“But I don’t really want to,” he sighed, intending to drop the sword on the ground.
“Stop with your games!” Hadvar growled, his anger sparking. He pointed to Ralof and then the sword, “You’re going to have to get better if you want to join the Legionnaire.”
Ralof glanced at the sword he held, before tightening his grip and shifting his footing, “Alright, have it your way.”
“Prepare yourself,” Hadvar nodded at him, shaking his sword in his direction in a taunt, his youthful features filled with a smirk of superiority.
He narrowed a serious boyish expression on his friend and tried to mimic Hadvar’s stance, but he just felt awkward, yet he wouldn’t back down. Not if Hadvar was going to dog him about not wanting to do it, so he’d just have to beat him at his own game and then do whatever he wanted later
The blond launched, expecting to catch Hadvar off guard, but he parried him just as quickly as his strike would have hit it’s mark. His friend and adversary knocked him down to the river bank and backed away, aiming the wooden blade at him in preparation.
Grumbling, Ralof sat up, “I thought you said you’d go easy on me!”
Hadvar laughed, “I am so get up and let’s go again.”
Filling with annoyance, Ralof climbed to his feet and attacked head first, Hadvar parring his swings each time, laughing at him all the same, “Come on, we’ll be out here all day if you keep this up.”
Without even realizing, the two boys spent several hours playfully sparing, before Ralof ended up tossing the sword into the river in a fit of anger at losing to his friend again. Hadvar watched as the strong current carried the sword downstream and out of sight under the bridge.
His friend turned to him with a surprised apologetic expression, “I didn’t mean…”
Shaking his head, Hadvar flung his sword into the river.
“I’m sorry,” Ralof toed the soft ground of the river bank in shame before Hadvar ruffled his hair.
“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it,” he gave his friend a soft smile, before looking down at the water, “How about we fish instead?”
Ralof swallowed before nodding, “Yeah, that’ll probably better.”
Originally Posted to: fan_flashworks on April 18, 2013.