[FIC] The Devil Takes Care of His Own: Oghren

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Title : The Devil Takes Care of His Own [AO3]
Series: Dragon Age
Characters: Lachlan Surana (HOF); Oghren
Rating: General
Word Count: 544
Summary: Oghren's old pal makes it to Vigil's Keep.
A/N: Part 2/8

“Blasted ‘spawn!” Oghren shouted as he swung his axe in a full arc. It connected with the neck of a genlock, popping the head clean off. He charged at the next one, shoving the spear point atop his haft straight into its chest. It didn’t resist or struggle at all before collapsing into a heap at Oghren’s feet. Obviously the ‘spawn were too scared of his might to fight back! He hopped along to the next one. Gripping his axe tightly he pulled it all the way back ready to separate the top and bottom halves of the hurlock in his sights. It burst into flames. Ancestors! They were just killing themselves now rather than fight him. The hurlock dissolved into black bones.

“There you are, you oaf,” came a voice.

Oghren looked up from the pile of ashes at his feet and, by the stone, there he was. The old pal he saved Ferelden with, Lachlan Surana. Oghren let out an excited yell of triumph. The keep would be cleared of the ‘spawn and he’d become a Warden himself now that Lachlan was there. The elf wasn’t alone either. Alongside him stood a real babe of a human with big cute eyes and big other parts, and some bloke covered in feathers. “Oh ho! So that’s what took you so long, Lach? Well, the ‘spawn have no chance at all of infesting this keep now.”

“Oghren, don’t shorten my name.”

“Right, only yer boyfriend can call you that, huh. Wouldn’t do to have ya fallin’ in love with me, yer right.” Oghren laughed. “This beauty on the other hand is welcome to fall head over heels for all this.” He shook his hips around to show her what he’s got.

For some reason her face scrunched up. The feathered guy’s eyes were wide in shock, definitely intimidated. And Lachlan rubbed a hand on his forehead, probably trying to resist his charms for the hundredth time, must be getting tough.

“Oghren, just report the situation.”

“‘Course. The ‘spawn started seeping in a few days ago, but the numbers grew the closer you got to arrivin’. Almost like they knew ya were comin’, but in that case they shoulda ran the other direction! Now that you’re here we can find where the bastards are crawling out from and send ‘em back to the void.”

“None of the transfers from Orlais have arrived yet?”

“Nope. It’ll just be you and me saving the world again.”

“Wait,” the girl cut in, her voice like a melody, "he’s a Warden?”

“Not yet, but Lachlan here is gonna let me join. Aren’t ya buddy?”

“Surely not,” the woman said.

Lachlan shrugged his shoulders. “Who am I to tell him ‘no’”

“T-the Warden-Commander that’s who,” the woman choked out.

“Listen Mhairi, there’s a fifty percent chance he’ll die so why not let him try.”

What a jokester Lachlan was! Of course he’d let Oghren join the Order, he was always doing favors for his friends. Why, he dragged Oghren along all around Fereldan looking for that ox-man’s sword and for hours in the deeproads looking for that golem’s thaig!

“It’s settled then! Get to brewin’ up that Warden concoction! I’ve never met a woman or a drink I didn’t like!”