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Who was the one to propose: Alek; Drogo has a constant fear she’ll say no and is too afraid to risk it, so Alek is the one to finally pop the question.
Who stressed more over wedding planning: Drogo; he’d want everything to be perfect, but he wouldn’t become a groom-zilla over it. Mostly, he’d just want to make sure the wedding is what he thinks Alek deserves.
Who decorated the house: Drogo’s mom; to be honest, I can’t really see either of them ‘decorating the house,’ and Mama Drogo would be all over that.
Who is more organized: Drogo; Alek just throws her things here and there after a long day with the Companions, and though Drogo may be tired too, he’d make sure they weren’t living in a pig sty.
Who initiates bedroom fun: Alek; she’s much more forward than Drogo when it comes to sex and whatever kinky shit she comes up with.
Who suggested kids first: Drogo; he’s getting up there in age and would want to have kids as soon as they could. Alek would be hesitant at first, but she’d eventually give in.
Who’s more dominant: Alek; it doesn’t matter what it is, she’s got control, but every now and then she’ll let Drogo take over.
Who’s the cuddler: Ooh, this one’s hard. They both are cuddlers and love holding each other.
What’s their favorite non-sexual activity: Besides cuddling, they love cooking together. Drogo has more of a knack for it than Alek, but doing it together usually ends up as some sort of food fight and they have a ton of fun.
Who kills the spiders: Whoever finds them, neither of them has an issue with spiders.
Who falls asleep first: Drogo; he’s always most comfortable when Alek’s wrapped in his arms or vice versa, so it doesn’t take long for him to fall asleep. Alek, on the other hand, has a much harder time falling asleep, though it’s been easier when Drogo’s with her.
Who is louder? Alek; she doesn’t hold back.
Who is more experimental? Alek; if Drogo has ever wanted to try something new, he’s kept it to himself, but Alek has no problem voicing new ideas.
Do they fuck or make love? They make love; each movement is filled with passion and desire that goes far beyond simple lust.
Who is more likely to be caught masturbating? Alek; her more carnal urges occur more often than Drogo’s, and she’s more likely to give in to them.
Who comes first? Alek; Drogo puts her pleasure ahead of his own, and if he comes first, he makes sure to do whatever he can to help her finish.
Who is better at oral and who prefers it? Drogo is better and Alek prefers it; Drogo has a way with his mouth that Alek is constantly amazed by.
Who usually initiates things? Again, Alek is usually the one to start anything.
Who is more sensitive? Alek; her wolf-blood keeps her senses on edge, so she’s far more reactive to anything he does.
Who has the most patience? Drogo; with most anything, Drogo can keep his cool and wait, whereas Alek just can’t, she has too much of a temper.
“You're hiding something from me”
A deep blush ran across her cheeks and her stomach sunk to the floor as her mind frantically sought an explanation or a lie that would get her in the clear. “I, uh…” Nothing. Blank. With a defeated sigh, she admitted, “Fine. I am hiding something, but I just- I can’t tell you.” Tearing her eyes from his gaze, she looked down at her tangled fingers, “If you knew, then you wouldn’t feel the same about me anymore. You’d be afraid of me or run away or call me a monster or… kill me. I just can’t.”
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“Oh, uh, thank you,” she replied bashfully. “I think you’re... not so bad yourself.”
"If these ruins frighten you, take comfort from the knowledge that I am here."
“Are you… I hope you’re kidding.” Craning her neck to look over at him, she smirked and shook her head, “I’m fine, Drogo.” With a light chuckle she added, “Why? Are you afraid? Are you the one that needs to be comforted?”
"It’s a promise"
Her lips widened into a smile as she turned over to her side and saw Drogo was still fast asleep. His broad chest rose up and down in a slow, steady rhythm; sunlight peaked through the window and drew a long line of light along their bed and over his torso. She propped her elbow up against her pillow and rested her head on her hand while her other hand lightly traced along his abdomen.
His body shivered under her touch and his eyes fluttered open, revealing his stormy gray irises. He let out a long yawn and stretched his sinewy arms over his head before reaching out and pulling Alek against him. “Since when are you awake before I am, love?” he asked, his voice still heavy with sleep. A hand reached up and rubbed his eyes as he continued, “We’ve never had a lazy day, you know. How about we do that today? Just lay in bed all day with each other?”
Alek chuckled lightly, but was reluctant to agree; her beastblood rarely ever allowed her more than a moment to relax. “I don’t know… “
He squeezed her lightly and placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “Please? You deserve a day off from it all. Promise me you’ll at least try? And if you can’t, then I won’t push.”
A defeated sigh escaped her as she gave in, “Fine.” She turned her body so she was partially resting on his and gave him an innocent kiss, mumbling, “It’s a promise,” against his lips.
"Thanks for not giving up on me."
"Oh, believe me, I came close," she said lightheartedly with a smile on her blood-stained face. Her hand rested against his warm tan cheek, gently caressing it with her thumb while her other hand applied pressure to a deep wound in the side of his abdomen. Her reserves were spent and her strength was gone, otherwise she’d have tried healing him herself. "I will never give up on you," she assured him. The battle was over, and only a handful of Stormcloaks remained; they were busy wading through the rivers of red that now ran through Solitude, looking for faces they recognized. A few cries of agony resonated against the city walls, but in between the wails was a silence so absolute, she swear she could hear Drogo’s heart beating faintly. "It’s all over now, Drogo. Our dreams of a family… they can happen now," she breathed with glassy eyes. "You’re going to make it through this, and we’re going to find ourselves a home and finally settle down. We’ll visit your family in Windhelm; your mother and sister will be so happy." Tears rolled down her face as a heavy gripped hers and squeezed it gently. "You’re going to be fine."