[Red Keep]
Okay, I'm officially lost.
For hours I tried to find a way out of this labyrinth. Swear to All-Father that when I get out of this dungeon, I'm gonna squash that spider if he haven't already under those rocks.
Should never have believed him.
This is all happening because of Stark. If only he had done listen to me back then. Now he was rotting inside the dungeons and here I am rotting here cuase I decided to help that fool.
Thor was angry, there was no doubt about it, he really could have saved himself from all this trouble if only he just left stark and his daugthers to their fate.
However, he decided to help. He wasn't sure why. Maybe it was that he got attached to the girls, especially Arya, perhaps its was becuase he value Ned's Character, its hard to fine men who honor truth and their duties in this world after all.
Or maybe, it was just cause he thought that he could do anything with the power he possessed and this was just the outcome of his reckless arrogant decision.
I couldn't say which exactly it was. However, even now I haven't regretting my decision. If nothing then I'll at least make sure that the girls are alright.
Another groan let out of my mouth before I got up again, ready to get further lost in this bottomless darkness.
At least Mjolnir's with me.
Did I just think of the hammer as a person? Sigh. Well, it can lighten up the place, so maybe it's not completely out of place.
Time passed in here was lost to me. Thor's natural sense of time wasn't very good, and I have learned it firsthand. Makes sense when years would be hours for a asguardian—100 years is nothing for someone who's gonna live for 5000 years or so.
As time went on, my anxiety was getting the better of me. Not the fact that I'll be lost in here forever—if nothing else, I could always try to break my way out of here.
The anxiety was about Stark. To be more accurate, the girls. What if Cersei acted in this time and get to them ?
If the girls are under her clutches then saving them will become hard. That means going against the entirity of the King's landing by myself.
If I don't find a way out of here, then that would be the only outcome. I have to hurry.
For hours, I just kept on following the narrow dark routes, repeatedly hitting dead ends and suppressing myself from solving this problem like Thor would—with a lot of smashing involved.
Until… I smelled something. The place was smelly to begin with—trapped air and all—but this smell was different.
"It's like rotting flesh?" I pondered, but that wasn't right either. Still, it was something—better than nothing. So for the first time, I decided not to use my eyes and gave my other senses a try to save the day.
After another three dead ends, I finally found the place. And I could say that because this place smelled the most.
However, after seeing what my nose found, I wasn't that motivated anymore. It was a skeleton. Not just one, but many. Lying here—Odin knows for how long.
Were they trapped here as well? I sighed.
After giving them another glance, I was ready to move on when I noticed something interesting. Something I might have never given a second thought before coming here. I noticed the clothes those skeletons wore—at least what was left of them—were not rags or poor-quality fabrics which most of the lowborn wear in the city.
Curious, I got closer to examine the skeleton. I was no Lara Croft, but I could tell that these people would have been important in their time. So the question is—how did these important people end up getting trapped here?
My knowledge of Game of Thrones was only up to the first few seasons, so I'm certainly not lighting up any bulbs inside my head.
"However, it's worth checking out what I'm dealing with here just in case." With that in mind, I looked around the area, trying to figure out who these people were. Maybe I could find a way out—at least a clue.
Most of the skeletons were mere guards. The armor they wore and the clothes they had were enough evidence for that. So I skipped them all for the sake of finding the one they must have been protecting—or came down here to kill.
And I found it. A relatively smaller skeleton with tattered clothing—no armor—which meant this person could be a woman.
I searched and found an expensive-looking dagger. Not like the one I had from little finger, but I was happy to pocket this one too free of charge. But then I saw something the skeleton had in its robes that almost made me freeze on the spot.
"This…"
An oval object with a scale-like pattern on it. It looked like a rock if I didn't know better.
"Odin's Beard. A Dragon Egg…"
Well, I shouldn't be surprised. This is, after all, the castle where Targaryens used to rule. It would be suspicious if there weren't dragon eggs around, right?
It sized almost similar to an ostrich egg, however, the patterns on it obviously told me that it was no egg of an ordinary bird.
If it's really a dragon egg, then I certainly got something of a treasure here. As long as I can hatch this thing, that is. The red comet hasn't appeared till now, so maybe I got a chance—however, I've got no idea when.
Sighing, I placed the rock-like egg aside and searched around a little more. Got nothing, but I did find something interesting. These skeletons—they had many of their bones broken. At first, I thought it just happened over time. Then I noticed a strange trend—it was their legs. All of their legs were broken.
This definitely took me by surprise when I noticed the similarity. So—what could break all their legs together?
"Falling from a high enough place," I muttered to myself and looked up. Only now did I notice that the ceiling here was much higher than in those narrow lanes.
"Could it be…" I shook Mjolnir a little and immediately the light it was emitting was gone. It took some time for my eyes to adapt to the absolute darkness of this place until my Asgardian eyes spotted an almost negligible hint of light up at the ceiling. The light wasn't much, but in the complete darkness, when knowing where to look—I caught it just fine. And that apparently was enough for me to break out in a big grin.
"Seems like it was fate for me to find you, my friend." I looked at the dragon egg in my hands and gave my best grin to it.
But that grin didn't last long. When I brought back Mjolnir's light and measured just how high that ceiling was…
"I might have been saying this way too many times nowadays but, Odin's Beard…"
…
[Castle Black]
By the time the first horn sounded in the morning, Castle Black was in chaos. Shouts filled the courtyard, black brothers running from one end of the keep to the other, voices rising in panic. Dead men were being dragged out from the shadows—throats cut, eyes staring blank into nothing. And worst of all, Bran Stark was nowhere to be found.
Rob was the first to storm into the yard, his face pale with anger and fear. "Search everywhere!" he barked, his hand on the hilt of his sword. "Turn over every stone! He cannot be gone!"
Jon wasn't far behind, chest heaving as if he had run the whole way. When he heard the words, his heart dropped. "Bran?" he demanded. "Where is he?!"
The black brothers only exchanged grim looks. No one dared to answer.
"Gone," one of them finally muttered. "We looked everywhere, there is no sigh of the boy. Nothing else was taken, there was nothing to take anyways, just the boy."
Rob's rage burned hotter. He didn't want to hear it, didn't want to believe it. Bran, after everything, snatched away again? He clenched his fists so tightly they shook.
"Clegane!"
"Where is the bloody Hound." He shouted.
But before anyone could answer, another guard came rushing from the cellar. "He's gone too! The cell's empty."
Jon turned sharply. "FUCK."
Rob's face darkened like a storm cloud. "That cur," he growled.
They knew that first time around Bran was behind it but this time ? It has to be the Hound himself. Bran was in his chamber the entire time. There is no way he could have come in contact with the Hound after.
Before his anger erupt, another voice butt in.
"Lord Stark." Came one of the night watch ranger, face looking like frozen over ice.
"What ?"
"The Lannister my lord. He's gone."
"What !" Rob felt like his mind was spinning by now. Even that imp was gone.
What this explained, this has to be those bloody Lannister's tricks. Nothing else explains it.
"Fucking Lannisters."
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