The Name Game (n/p)

He tries - or does he? It'd be more of an insult if he wasn't so adorable.

Char: Iron Bull, Val’Aishlym

Thinking Loudly, Shouting Silently: Inner Machinations of Val’Aishlym

The Name Game

Val’Aishlym grumbled irritably to himself as he walked the courtyard aimlessly. He had just come from the war room, frustrated that he’d have to go do some kissing up to shemlen nobles. He wished he didn’t have to do it " why did they think he would be able to suddenly know how to placate a human noble? Did they not listen to him when he had said the first time he ever truly interacted with humans was when he went to the Conclave? Did they completely overlook that minor detail?

“Boss.”

Val’Aishlym looked up to see the Qunari warrior waving over at him. He was surrounded by his Chargers " he guessed they were training. Was he calling him over? Shrugging his shoulders " because he could use the distraction " Val’Aishlym made his way over.

“Hello Iron Lung,” He said, causing the Chargers around him to snicker. Iron Bull raised an eyebrow.

“The Iron Bull,” He corrected before saying: “I wanted you to show them that move you did on me the other day. Crazy s**t, but if a tiny little elf can take me down - I think it’d be useful for everyone to know.”

“How was this even put to practice?” Krem asked with a smirk. “What did you do to warrant it?” Iron Bull coughed. “You won’t tell us. Inquisitor, what did he do?”

“He challenged me,” Val’Aishlym said, shrugging. “You broke my bed, Iron Wall.” Val’Aishlym turned to frown at Iron Bull. "Stone is not comfortable to lay on."

“Iron Bull,” Iron Bull corrected again while the Chargers around him laughed.

“Must have been one hell of a rut,” Krem snickered. Val’Aishlym looked at him in confusion.

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“We’re fighting her right? Please tell me we’re fighting her, boss!” Iron Bull shouted with glee as he watched the dragon roar and fly over their head. They were currently making their way to the Griffon Wing Keep in the Western Approach. They being Lavellan, Dorian, Iron Bull, and Cassandra. Val’Aishlym rolled his eyes up and sighed.

“Keep your pants on, Wrought Iron.”

“Iron Bull,” Iron Bull grumbled as Dorian snickered.

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“What does Taarsod…What you said when we fought the dragon….what does it mean, Brick Bull?” Iron Bull rolled his eye up. They were in the tavern, just back from defeating the high dragon in Western Approach.

“Iron Bull,” He stressed. He narrowed his eye slightly. “Taarsidath-an halsaam. It means ‘I will bring myself sexual pleasure later, while thinking about this with great respects’”

The elf’s face glowed red and not just from the alcohol buzzing in his veins. “You " why " You shouted that while we " Wow….”

“Yeah…I know….Kinky b*****d, I am.” Iron Bull gave a loud guffaw before throwing back the rest of his drink.

"Your name is annoying - you don't even look like a bull," Val'Aishlym complained. Iron Bull raised an irritated eyebrow.

"Really now? What would you call me then?"

"Dragon," He exclaimed loudly, drawing the attention of everyone in the tavern. "Your horns look like the high dragons not bulls."

"Iron Dragon, huh?" Iron Bull snickered. "Why didn't I think of that."

"Cuz you don't think, Cast Iron."

Author's Note

Inspired by the fact I say his name different every time I say it...well try to say it...

Notes: Some of these pertain to the storyline of the game, some don't. Some are AU, some I wish happened. There will be male x male relations in this story. If you do not like it, then skip them or just don't bother with the story. The ampersand (&) between two character names in the Char part is a warning of sorts. It means these two characters are shipped together in that particular chapter or drabble. I hope you enjoy - I certainly enjoyed writing this.

n.p. = no pairing