[SKYRIM]: The Name of Time - Miraak & Female Dragonborn Fanfiction - Chapter 17: Chapter 17

The sky was scarlet red when they stepped out of the cave. The day had almost ended. Miraak told Ammra to call Odahviing to transport them but she disagreed. After a short debate, Ammra complied and summoned Odahviing.
"Thuri. It has been a while." Odahviing greeted Ammra when he arrived. She placed one hand on his snout then gently caressed it, making Odahviing purred while closing his eyes. Miraak for the first time witnessed a dragon was indeed purring.
Ammra smiled as Odahviing pressed his head on her palm. Nudging her with his snout. "I bring a company with me." She added.
"Geh, Thuri. I can sense him. The traitor." Miraak just smirked.
"At least I don't purr like some weakling." He said in a smug tone while crossing his arms.
"Thanks, Miraak, let's hope he will not drop us from the sky," Ammra replied sarcastically.
Odahviing flew them across the twilight sky. It could be a romantic dragon-riding had they been on the same page. But since Ammra was too busy with her project, it was nothing but another stressful journey. She really hoped Odahviing landed soon.
To avoid any unnecessary hostility, Ammra told the dragon to land near Tundra Homestead even though Miraak insisted they should be taken directly to Whiterun. "You maybe be the senior but Odahviing is my dragon!" Ammra told him to stop being persistent. "He'll do what I say,"
He whispered next to her ear, " 'My' dragon?" he sneered. "So he is 'yours'?" Ammra just turned her head to give him a shut-the-f*ck-up glare.
As soon as they entered Breezehome, Lydia immediately helped Ammra to put off her traveling cloak. "That damn Dibella's ritual still had its effect on me. I want to sleep soon," she grumbled.
Ammra noticed the children were not there as they're probably in Heljarchen Hall. She then made her way to her room while the first Dragonborn occupied himself by reading the books in the living room. He just had a good nap so he didn't think he'd need sleep for the night.
Meanwhile, Lydia sat across the room, minding her own business. Suddenly Ammra popped in. "Lydia, I need some massage. Would you kindly help me?" she asked from the stairs. Lydia almost choked by her ale.
"My thane put on your clothes!" she exclaimed—a combination of politeness and order. Lydia hopped to her feet to pull Miraak and brought the poor man into the guest room. "Stay here and don't step out until I tell you!" Then Lydia made her way to the second floor where Ammra was waiting. Miraak was glad to know her housecarl was someone with the right mind.
"I thought Sofie was lying when telling me you don't put on your clothes." Lydia's voice was heard from upstairs. "My Thane, you cannot show yourself to anyone only wearing a towel," she told her, half nagging.
There was a sound of cracking, Ammra grunted in relief. "Lydia, I know that. I never show myself like this to someone else. It is embarrassing."
"If you know, then why did you show yourself like that to Miraak?" there was another cracking sound but this time Ammra yelped and roared faintly.
"Lydia, are you trying to break my bone?" Lydia quickly apologized. "Do you know how Dragon Priests were trained? Ever since they were in their diapers, they had been taught anything related to Dragon rituals. They were raised for duties. Nothing else." She explained." He is Miraak. He is 5000 years old even more. He was one of those Dragon Priests. Do you think he even cares about such a thing as a woman only wearing a towel?" she paused. "Trust me! He does not care at all. That's why I thought it was fine."
Lydia sighed. "But he is still a man. And are you sure he was not affected or was it just your 'assumption' that he does not care?"
There was a long hum from Ammra. "Well, I never asked. But he shouldn't care or take interest in such a thing. Can't you see he is all about...something else? Like Dragonborn stuff, power, magic, and sort of things. I don't think he has an interest in other things, especially women. That would be funny." She giggled but Lydia remained silent.
Miraak closed his book. The conversation he accidentally heard explained everything. It was no surprise again that Ammra's way of thinking was...different.
"But what 'if' he is like other men?" Lydia asked again.
This time Ammra went silent for a long. "Oh damn! The risk was calculated, Lydia. But I just remembered I am bad at math! I always thought he was like...ice berg...and never thought if he thinks like us." She snapped. "Oh no! What have I done? I have embarrassed myself! Lydia, please kill me." Her dramatic and innocent whimper made Miraak smile. "Oh, Divines! I cannot face him! I'll pretend we'll never talk about this!"
Her little trouble made Lydia chuckled. Knowing Ammra for more than a year making her understood that sometimes her Thane tended to believe more in her own assumption than common sense.
A few moments later Ammra headed downstairs—after promising herself to always wear clothes properly. Lydia just told her about a traveling priest of Mara that happened to visit Whiterun. Ammra was planning to continue her project, finding out Mara's source of power.
"You are heading out?" Miraak asked from the doorway. Ammra quickly averted her eyes.
"Yes. You can stay here. I just need to visit the Bannered Mane for some information. Talk to you later, bye!" she spoke fast and immediately closed the door behind her. She could not stand her embarrassment.
Miraak wanted to protest when he found out she would be out of his sight. But the elder Dragonborn tried to understand her need for space to settle her own embarrassment. Additionally, she did not go far and long, so Miraak approved not following her.
As soon as she entered the inn, Ammra asked around to find the priest. Eventually, the innkeeper, Hulda, pointed her to a Breton man in a black robe who was sitting alone in the corner.
"Greetings! Sorry for the sudden intrusion. Are you the priest of Mara that people are talking about?" Ammra greeted politely. "I need to ask you about something."
The man studied her then smiled. "Take a seat. I am Sam Guevenne." He introduced himself. "Just call me Sam. And I believe, you are looking for Mara's blessing, her source of energy?" he guessed. Ammra nodded. The priest's eyes widened to see how she reacted. "Why don't take a sip too? The drink's on me." This time the man gave out a tender smile.
"Thanks for your offer, but I don't drink."
"I am sure there is something else you can drink if you cannot stand strong brew."
"Umm..well if you insist." Ammra accepted out of politeness and ordered a cup of tea.
Their drinks had been served but he had not spoken anything yet. The man kept looking at her in the eyes. His intent gaze was a combination of life and fire, making her felt as if being watched. A stare from wrathful was more bearable than this. So, Ammra waited although her hands began to tremble out of grogginess.
"I am sure it tastes better when it's warm." He said and Ammra just smiled then took a sip. She tried her best to maintain her composure. This man started making her felt odd. "So, mind telling me what actually you need and why?" he began.
"Finally!" she cheered in silence, being free from the stare & silence attack. Ammra answered his question. He listened intently and they discussed for a few seconds. Then he started to ask about another topic. To her surprised, the man was so nice to talk to. Ammra did not realize their conversation had been off topic and she felt warm. The tea she ordered seemed to have a good warming effect. The world started to spin but Ammra felt it was fun and she couldn't stop smiling.
Meanwhile, Miraak who was waiting in the living room jumped to his feet as he sensed some Deadric power nearby. He hurriedly made his way out.
Eventually, he saw Ammra was walking with a man next to him, holding her hand. They were laughing and talking. But from her voice, Miraak could tell that Ammra was drunk. He let her out of his sight for just a moment and she got herself into trouble.
Sam took her to a dark alley where he conjured a portal. Miraak ran to them and fortunately, he could enter before it was closed.
"Sam...Put me down...what are you doing?" she slurred and giggled as he carried her bridal style. Ammra saw everything but she could not help thinking everything was so fun. The fact that she was brought into another place seemed not so important and she just wanted to laugh it away.
The man chuckled. "Let me carry you, sweet roll." He flirted.
"My blade! Where is my damn blade?!" she tried to get a hold of her consciousness and control her body. Half of her sane brain cried for help. Being drunk was the worst mind control for her. But Ammra was too wobbly to fight. "Where are we, Sam?...oh...the place is so beautiful."
"You like it?" he asked and Ammra nodded while internally cursing herself. He chuckled. "We are in the misty groove. My small part of domain."
"Domain?" it made little sense in her drunken head. When she turned to him, Sam had changed into someone very different. He had two horns on his head. His eyes were a piercing dagger, as black as ebony. He was cladded in Daedric armor. A red warpaint adorned his masculine face. He smiled seeing her half-conscious face.
"You are too lightweight. Drunk because of tea." He teased but Ammra realized he must have done something with her drink. That was why he was being persistent. The sane Ammra wanted to Fus Ro Dah him out of survival instinct but another side of her made Ammra just grinned and laughed at her gullibility.
"The place is of melancholy. Gloomy, sad, but quiet and charming." Her mouth spoke whatever she had in her head. She narrowed her eyes, thinking. "It lacks warmth and it wants warmth." Sam looked down to gaze at her.
"We will have it from you soon, my dear." He said with his deep voice seductively.
Ammra did not know where he was taking her but she knew she needed help. "Miraak...help" she mumbled faintly under her breath but Sam noticed her and smirked.
"Put her down!" a menacing voice came behind him. Sam could feel a tip of a blade was pressed next to his neck. He chuckled.
"Finally, the one she has been waiting for is here." He said while looking at Ammra.
"Cut the crap, Sanguine! Put her down and leave!" Miraak growled.
He chuckled. "Fine. It is not like I can touch her anyway." He put down Ammra gently.
Never in her life, she was so glad to see her enemy. She knew that nothing made sense as her vision started to blur. But even if the Miraak that she was seeing was another nonsense, at least she felt secure. Ammra giggled and ran to him with her wobbly pace.
When she felt what she touched was solid, warm, and felt real. Ammra ended up hugging him. Sanguine just smirked seeing Miraak flustered with a red face. One of his hand wrapping her tight while another still ready to attack.
"She is so delicious," Sanguine said. "I almost want to devour her in one bite."
"Shut your mouth!" Miraak knew he was facing a demi-god being in his own realm where he basically stood no chance of winning. But screw it all! He did not care. He just could not stand Ammra being with Daedric Prince of Debauchery. He would rather have himself killed in battle with him than seeing her fall on that wretched Daedra's hand.
"Now calm down." He said deeply. "I was just taking her for a walk and getting to know her." Miraak still had his sword jabbed toward him. "Her cause was indeed something that warms my heart. No ill-will. I did not plan to harm her although I admit she is tasty." Miraak hissed.
"Get us out of here!" he demanded.
"Geez you are so stern!" he said. "Perhaps, she can warm you instead." He smiled mischievously which Miraak ignored. "She might have that immunity of our influence. I, myself, was quite surprised to find out I could not seduce her." he chuckled. "But remember this, servant of Mora, even if my kind cannot touch her, but other mortals can. So be on your guard." He passed on the same warning. "Oh dear, look at her, I really want to snatch it away from you now."
"If you try to do anything..."
"I won't." he interrupted. Sanguine turned away. "Enjoy your time. My drinks can reveal hidden possibilities someone can have. She called your name earlier. So I supposed I can bring you to a place where you can be alone together, hm?" he grinned. The next split second, a blew of gentle wind brought them back to the mortal realm. They were in front of Tundra Homestead. "Thank me later, mortal." Miraak heard his voice in the thin air.
Ammra whimpered. "Miraak...tell me you scare him away."
Few minutes. He only left her alone for a few minutes and they ended up like this! He sighed and lift her bridal style.
"Wait...I know this place." She mumbled. "I collected some books here. One day the courier sent me the wrong book. It was Lusty Argonian Maid...hahaha...you need to see it." Ammra giggled and wrapped her hand around his neck in a demanding and seductive way. "Thanks for coming...my savior." Miraak who was worried and angered by the situation felt a twist inside his stomach when Ammra put on her adoring face.
"When are you actually stop talking?!" he grunted even if her praise made him over the moon.
"Perhaps when you kiss me?" she teased and giggled, making him speechless. His heart skipped a bit. She was even more annoyingly sweet and challenging when drunk. A dragon priest like him had surely never had to face a drunkard, especially a flirty one.
He remained silent and put her on the bed. To his surprise, Ammra pulled him closer when Miraak was about to leave her side. "Don't go." She begged. "He might come again. Please stay with me." Before he could say no, Ammra pulled him onto the bed. "Just for tonight..." her face became pale. A tear suddenly ran down. "Please...I beg you."
That's it! Miraak could not resist that request.
"Damn you Sanguine! I know this is your doing!" he cursed the Daedric prince although he totally did not mind accompanying Ammra. "Lie down and sleep. I'll be here." He helped Ammra lying down. With her grip on his hand, Miraak chose to lie next to her. Ammra nudged herself closer to him and began to drift away in sleepiness.
Miraak watched her then hesitantly touched her hair, making his fingers ran through it. "How troublesome..."
The first Dragonborn submitted. As time passed, even when her grip loosened, Miraak was hesitant leaving her side. She curled up next to him like a little puppy. The more he studied her, the more annoying and sweet she was for him. The feeling was new for him and every day it grew stronger.