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"PROPERTY OF RIKKE" right on the forehead

Grab a marker and write something on my muse! ( Anywhere over my muse’s body. )

Ulfric grumpily tried to rub the marker ink off his forehead, but obviously failed to do so, as it seemed Rikke had made sure to use a permanent marker. A few minutes and visibly irritated skin later, he gave up and retreated to his chambers to weep for the next week or so.

#legatexrikke #crack #[ don't worry he secretly likes it ]#answered

🏨 -legatexrikke

Send 🏨 to cuddle up in bed with my muse.

When the sound of the door opening reached his ears and the cold breeze from the hallways briefly spread across the room, it took him a second or two to open his eyes. He had not been asleep yet – instead he had been waiting to see whether or not Rikke would join him before he could doze off. Admittedly, he had been half asleep already, for he had underestimated the merciless urge to fall asleep once more.

However, he had managed to stay awake long enough to notice how Rikke got comfortable in the bed and cuddled up to him. In return, Ulfric contently snuggled up to her, and a deep, peaceful sigh escaped him after he fixed the blankets and the furs so that neither of them would be cold tonight. It had been a long time since he had last felt this comfortable, and for the first time in a while he dared predict that this night would be rid of restlessness and nightmares for a change.

#legatexrikke #answered

ღ for Rikke

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Victory. It was said to be one of the sweetest things in mortal existence. Especially when one had invested so much time, spent so much effort, and sacrificed so many things to achieve it. Ulfric had never understood this idealistic view on victory. To him, it always brought along bitterness, despite the relief that predominantly characterised it. This time around, it was no exception. Tullius was dead, Elisif had surrendered, and the Empire had taken a critical -- if not fatal -- blow to its very core. By Talos, he had even managed to spare Rikke's life! There had been at least two feasts to celebrate Stormcloak dominance in the last week, and Ulfric expected no less of his home town. Yes, victory was good from that perspective.

Yet neither Ulfric nor his second-in-command had forgotten about the challenges they were soon to face. From experience they knew the fierce fire that burned in the hearts of the Empire's Legionnaires, and they held no doubt that there would be random attacks from left-over Imperials in the upcoming few weeks. Additional to this inconvenience, Ulfric was well-aware that the Aldmeri Dominion was not going to take kindly to the news that their puppet Empire had fallen to a bunch of obstinate, Talos-worshipping rebels. The Jarl would be surprised if the Altmer did not arrive on Skyrim's doorsteps within the span of a year.

But that was a matter to worry about another time, Ulfric decided as he finally set foot inside the city of Windhelm. The cheers and the congratulations and the chants mostly passed him by without him really taking anything in. He smiled gratefully and he thanked people for their praises, but more so out of habit than anything. His mind was elsewhere. Once he approached the large bronze doors of the Palace of the Kings, he glanced up, wondering in which room they had put her. He had sent off a large band of rebels to escort her here, to the Palace, to be locked up in one of the visitor bedrooms, well looked after. Many had disagreed with his decision, telling him that an Imperial Legate deserved no such merciful treatment. But Ulfric did not see just some Imperial Legate in her; all he could see was the woman he once loved -- and perhaps still did love.

"They arrived a few days ago. She's been locked up in the second room on the left of the Northern Section," Jorleif informed the Jarl once Ulfric had managed to make his way inside, past the guards and the wooden table, out of sight and hearing of the cheerful crowd outside. Ulfric nodded to show he understood, then hesitated visibly. Many wanted to see Rikke beheaded, in public, where they could shout their accusations and insults at her, as if it were a satisfactory way to avenge the deaths of their families.

"I assume all went according to my commands?" Ulfric asked -- or rather, demanded -- as he stared Jorleif straight into his eyes to make sure he could see whether his friend was lying. Jorleif stiffly nodded, and Ulfric was unsure what it meant. He was going to have to find out another way. He told Jorleif to make sure all of the guests were appointed a room and plenty of food and drinks, before heading to the Northern Section of the Palace of the Kings Upstairs. He considered heading straight for his room, but even before he could make that decision, he already found himself halting in front of the two guards that were guarding Rikke's door. "Go take a walk, lads."

#legatexrikke #starter #[ I'm sorry it took a few days! ]#[ I hope you can work with this! ]

If Rikke owned Ulfric for 24 hours he'd get the scolding of his life

REBLOG IF YOU WANT TO HEAR WHAT YOUR FOLLOWERS WOULD DO IF THEY OWNED YOU FOR 24 HOURS

Good! He deserves that!

#legatexrikke #[ to be fair he deserves a punch in the face too ]#[ and Rikke would be one of the few people able to do that without Ulfric getting all aggressive ]#answered

"Ulfric, close your eyes." -legatexrikke (i saw that dog post and well i have an idea)

"Why...?" he replied, suspicion plain in his voice, despite the fact that he did as she told him to and closed his eyes expectantly.

#legatexrikke #[ hehehe ]#answered

seduction meme: "I'm joining your side" -legatexrikke

Try to seduce my Muse. Then they will respond and rate you:

Never been less turned on | Ugh no | I’d give you a try | Yes, yes, YES | I’M READY NOW DAMMIT

#legatexrikke #[ hehehe ]