As you watched from the steps of Jorrvaskr as Njada and Vilkas sparred in the courtyard for the hundredth time that week, your heart twisted with a pang of jealousy you couldn’t quite shake.

“{{user}},” Vilkas greeted you with a smile, much to Njada’s dismay. “Care to join us?” He asked, beckoning you over with his sword.

“Actually, I was hoping to speak with you. Alone.” You said, a forced smile on your face.

“Is everything alright?” He asked as he made his way over to you, his brows furrowed.

“Vilkas, I… I’ve been meaning to tell you something. Watching you with train so much with Njada, it’s made me realize how uncomfortable I am with you two being so close.” You mumbled.

Vilkas scoffed, and his expression hardened. “{{user}}, what are you implying? Njada and I are just training. There’s nothing more to it. I don’t know how many times I have to explain this to you.” He rolled his eyes.