My first fanficton...yay! First thing's first: I do not own the Elder Scrolls. It would be cool if I did, but I don't. Second, this story will eventually be rated M because of sexual content, some form of torture, and I intend to have Brett kill someone with her underwear. I just have to figure out how. Third, all the translations are at the bottom in bold. A lot of the phrases are used multiple times, but they're the same each time, so I didn't rewrite them. I'm open to any suggestions, but please keep your criticisms nice and constructive. I'd also like to shout out to Myrielle, who writes the fabulous fanfiction Dragonrend, for the wonderful idea of having Tom Hiddleston as HumanAlduin. I can't picture anyone else now, so I, ahem, *borrowed* him for a while.

There are already four chapters written and translated. It has begun. *insert evil laugh here*

EDIT: I put the translations of the Dragon Language in the body itself. Whenever a Shout is used, I've also included the name of the Shout.

Pain. That was all that Brett could comprehend as she began her return to consciousness. Her body, which felt oddly bent, seemed to be aflame with agony. She wanted to move, yet was afraid to. What if she injured herself further, or drew the attention of whatever done this to her? The pain was only compounded by the strange way her body was positioned. Why was she bent that way, anyway?

"Dovahkiin." ["Dragonborn."]

The word made her feel like her brain was about to implode. The voice that said it only exacerbated her misery. She could recognize the voice, would be able to recognize it until the end of everything. It gave her the nudge she needed to try to move. When she did, she heard the faint clink of chains.

"Alok, Dovahkiin." ["Arise, Dragonborn."]

'Why am I not dead?'

A strong hand with long fingers gripped her chin and forced her face up. "Dovahkiin, I told you to wake up," Alduin said serenely. His grip tightened until it was almost painful. "Now, wake!"

She groaned as he roughly shook her. Slowly, she forced her eyelids open.

Standing before her was Alduin, but not as she had ever seen him. He was not the dragon she knew, but he was still, undoubtedly, dovah. He looked like a man, but a tall man, as tall as an Altmer. His hair was ebony, dark as hers, except, while hers was highlighted with red, his was highlighted with blue. It was brushed back from his face, and fell straightly down his shoulders. His face was finely wrought, with high cheekbones and elegant brows. His skin was pale, and his eyes glowed red, as red as they had always been. He was wearing long, flowing robes that were the same black as his scales, and there was a cuirass that fell over them that looked as if they were made of his scales.

She was chained. The World Eater was standing in front of her, grinning triumphantly. This was absolutely wonderful.

Alduin raised an eyebrow when she looked at him. "Nice to see you in the land of the living, Dovahkiin."

"You liar," she spat venomously. She looked at her chains: Her arms were pinned over her. Woozy as she was, she fought against her bonds.

He slapped her. Hard. Her head slammed into the stone wall behind her. Yet, when he spoke, his voice was calm and clear.

"Dein hin jot vobexaan, joor," ["Keep your maw closed, mortal,"] he said. "You'll avoid a lot of pain that way."

She shifted in her bonds, anger bringing color to her normally pale cheeks. "Since when do you care about sparing me pain?"

He looked bemused. "It is only fair that I tell you what will get you punished and what won't."

"Punished?! Hin pahlok-" [Your arrogance-"]

He laughed. "My arrogance? Coming from one who calls herself a dovah yet wears the mantle of a mortal whose only worth is to be a slave."

"And yet our souls are the same," she retorted. "What does that say about you?"

"That I am far better than this...half-breed that my father has seen fit to put before me," he said. "You are nothing but an abomination of nature, Dragonborn. A soul housed in a body that can never hope to contain it."

"FUS!" ["FORCE!" {Unrelenting Force Shout}]

He held up a hand, and a ward materialized, blocking her Thu'um almost effortlessly.

"YOL!" ["FIRE!" {Fire Breath Shout}]

He brought up the ward again, brushing her anger away carelessly.

"FO!" ["FROST!" {Frost Breath Shout}]

Her Shout was blocked again. "Are you finished yet?" he asked, still as calm as ever.

She wanted to scream that no, she was not done, that she wouldn't be done until she'd Shouted him into a million pieces. But her throat felt raw, and her lungs were on fire: She knew that there was no way that she was going to be able to muster up the energy for another Shout.

Finally, she said, "For now."

He smirked. "Good."

She relaxed in her chains, her wrists rubbed raw by the metal. "Why am I here?"

"Because I want a new pet," he said, knowing the words will anger her. Instead of rising to him, though, she looks at him nonplussed.

"Do you? Then perhaps you should find one less keen to bite."

"I prefer to train my pets myself," he said. "Though you should think twice before trying to bite me, mal geini." [my little one."]

She snorted. "As if I would even want you in my mouth..."

His face darkened. "That, however, is not up to you."

Brett knew she had touched a nerve, but was unsure why. "Look, either kill me or leave me be," she said impatiently. "I'm tired of this conversation."

He smirked down at her. "Oh, but I like this. The great Dragonborn, bound in my chambers, and at my mercy."

"I will not serve as your amusement," she spat. "Do what you wish to me, but I'll look straight through you as if you're not even there."

His smirk only widened. "I believe that I can change your mind."

"I'd like to see you try."

"You would? Very well," -he waved his hand over the manacles on her wrists, and they opened; she fell forward, her weak arms barely able to stop her fall- "I shall take you to him. After all, he's been asking to see you, anyway."

She was confused, and she felt a sinking in her stomach. "Who?"

"You shall see," he said simply. "I should warn you about trying to escape. You are in Skuldafn, which is high in the eastern mountains. You could never climb down, and attempting to do so would only end in your death," -he motioned her forward- "Follow me, joori." [my mortal."]

Brett did as he bade, though her numb legs made it difficult. For the first time, she took note of what she was wearing: It was a simple blouse, white cotton, with a pair of loose, badly-fitting black breeches. She was barefoot, but the stones beneath her feet was warm, so she wasn't uncomfortable. So she wasn't well-dressed, but at least he had given her better clothes than the Imperials had. Still, she would have given every septim she had hidden in Breezehome to have her cuirass with her.

A thought sprung to her mind, making her head buzz. "Who undressed me?!"

The only word to describe Alduin's look was mischievious. "Does it truly matter?"

"You know damn well that it does!"

He laughed coldly. "Drem. I had Briibronbrendon [Beauty North Specter {Beautiful Northern Specter}] do it."

She furrowed her brow. "Briibronbrendon?" [Beauty North Specter]

"My mate."

She looked amazed. "Your mate?"

A proud look crossed his face. "One of them. I have many."

While she was still fuming over the revelation that he had allowed someone to undress her (which seemed at the moment like a bigger sin than kidnapping her and holding her captive), he led her through hallways and various rooms of a Nordic ruin. Except that this ruin wasn't...ruined. Everything looked like the ruins she was familiar with, just a lot cleaner. It was amazing, like she had stepped back in time.

"Just through here," he said. "He'll be so thrilled to see you..."

"Why won't you just tell me-?!"

She stopped midsentence, because her question had just been answered. The doorway he had beckoned her through led to a remarkably large room, which was the size of one of Whiterun's districts. The door on the other side of the chamber was huge; a mammoth could easily past without its tusks brushing the sides. But it wasn't the size of the room that caught her off-guard. It was who was in the center of the room.

It was Paarthurnax, looking bloody and badly beaten. He was in chains that held him to the floor, preventing him from moving. If she had thought that she'd been bound, she was wrong. The chains probably outweight the old dovah.

"Paarthurnax!" she exclaimed, dashing to his side. "Oh, Paarthurnax, what did he do to you?" -she tried to heal one of his wounds, but found that her spells fizzled at her fingertips- "The one time I really need magicka..."

Paarthurnax nuzzled her. "Drem, Dovahkiin," ["Peace, Dragonborn,"] he said. "I will be fine," -he looked her over- "Oh, how I had hoped that Alduin had been lying, that he had not captured you."

She glanced back at Alduin, who was hovering just behind them. "How could you do this to him?! He's your brother!"

"After his treachery, he should count himself lucky that he's alive," he said coldly. Suddenly, he smiled evilly. "Though it appears that he has served a purpose. You're crying, Dovahkiin."

She wiped her face angrily. "Let him go. Keep me, but let him go."

Paarthurnax started. "Niid, Dovahkiin-" ["No, Dragonborn-"]

"Don't bother, Paarthurnax," Alduin said. "I don't intend to let either of you go."

"At least let me tend to his wounds," she said.

"Niid," ["No,"] Alduin answered. "I prefer him like this. His pain will serve to remind him of the treachery he committed against me, his only kin."

"You aren't his only kin!" she shouted. "He has me!"

"Geh, rok dreh?" ["Yes, he does?"] -he glanced at Paarthurnax, a bemused expression on his face- "Is this true, zeymah? [brother?] Have you taken this one under your wing? Hin mal briinah? [Your little sister?] How precious..."

"I've proved a better brother to her than you ever were to me, Alduin," Paarthurnax said angrily.

For the first time, Alduin bristled. "I made you my second in command!" he snarled lowly, advancing upon them. "You were my highest lieutenant, and my most trusted advisor. Yet you betrayed me," -he grabbed Brett by the arm, snatching her to his side- "Perhaps I should kill the girl, zeymah. [brother.] I could make you watch as I slowly tear apart your new sister."

She fought his grip. "Let go of me!"

"Hold your tongue," he hissed, "lest I tear it out!"

"Leave her alone, Alduin," Paarthurnax said. "It is no fault of her own that she was chosen to be the Dovahkiin."

"And it was not my fault that I was chosen to be the World Eater, yet you would have me dead," he said. "A sword cuts both ways, Paarthurnax," -he turned to walk away, yanking her with him- "Come, I've seen enough of my brother. Tahrodiis mey rok los." [Treacherous fool he is."]

She fought wildly, trying to get back to Paarthurnax. "No!" she shouted. "No, let me stay with him!"

"Niid," ["No,"] he said. "Both of you must behave before I let you see each other again," -he yanked harder, which sent her tumbling- "We leave now, Dovahkiin. Uv hi aus bahi." [Or you suffer my wrath."]

"Do not worry about me, briinahi," [my sister,"] Paarthurnax called. "Just think of yourself."

"Kos horvutah, zeymah," ["Be trapped, brother,"] Alduin mumbled to himself. "Dahmaan rok losaus, joor. ["Remember his suffering, mortal.] If you attempt to escape, I shall kill him...just as, if he tries to escape, I shall kill you."

"What do you want with me?!" she said. "If you wish to kill me, then do it. But don't toy with me like I'm a foolish little girl!"

He laughed. "You are a foolish little girl, Dovahkiin," he said. "As for what I want, it is simple: I want you to suffer. And you shall suffer, in every way I can think of. You shall suffer until you beg me to kill you just to end the pain, and until you do my every bidding eagerly and obediantly," -the familiar smirk twisted his lips- "You shall be my most faithful worshipper."