#little songs and poems abt the dragonborn!

[denouemente]

they'd stopped in a tavern, just to get some food before they camp out for the night, and then that stopped turned into ásgeirr getting a pint of ale, which turned into the two of them sitting at one of the tables, taking in the ambience of the tiny tavern in the middle of nowhere. but even here he could tell people were whispering about him, eyes flickering over to the dragonborn and his company while their lips move. it's him, isn't it? he swears he hears one of them say, which makes him form a sort of half - grimace on his face before he takes a drink. “ do they think i can't hear them? ” he mumbles, face in his mug, lavender eyes staring over the rim at demetrius, his most trusted companion. “ for all they know, me and the dragonborn just have an unfortunate resemblance. ” he takes a drink, his partner's face obscured from view for just a moment. in that time, he left, though, and ásgeirr looks around the tavern, trying to find him. shouldn't be that hard, not with how huge he was.

he sees @sanctos across the tavern, talking to the bard. odd. he raises an eyebrow, watching him with a slightly cocked head as he makes his way back over. he almost looks smug. “ what was that about? ” he asks, watching demetrius settle back in his seat. it's time to remember who you are. ásgeirr opens his mouth to ask what that could possibly mean, but he's distracted by the strum of a lute, and the singing of the bard. our hero, our hero claims a warrior's heart! i tell you, i tell you, the dragonborn comes. ásgeirr sets his mug down, watching his companion as he feels most, if not all of the eyes in the tavern turn towards him. he knew he was the dragonborn — he'd defeated alduin, absorbed his soul, spoke with dragons as though they were fellow nords, and yet, it feels odd. he dislikes it. all the things he did before accepting the greybeard's call should surely disqualify him from this deification, right? “ you didn't want to pick one where you're featured, dima? ” ásgeirr asks after taking another drink, trying to drown out the sound of the song that fills the warm air. “ once the song is done, let's go find a good spot to camp. we should still do it while there's some light. ”