[North]
Bran found himself back in the forest with the Hound. He was confused and a little scared, seeing this time he might really be kidnapped.
Only after leaving the castle black that he learned that the person who kidnapped him right under his brother's nose was none other than Sandor.
Bran thought that the angry man was out of revenge for what happened to him, and he was under that condition becuase of Bran of course, however, to Bran's utter disblieve, the man didn't hurt him.
Instead, just dragged him along.
"Where're we going?" he asked, but no reply came.
He had been asking this from Sandor ever since he was literally picked like a sack of potatoes and dragged out of Castle Black—somehow, without alerting anyone.
"You think Tyrion will find his way to Mole's Town ?" He asked, knowing that Sandor wasn't planning on going back to south, the imp thought he has lost his mind and promptly took his leave, alone.
Again no reply came from the brooding man.
"At least you can tell me where you're going. Not like I can tell it to anyone," Bran asked again, annoyed with the situation.
"Beyond the Wall." And then suddenly the reply came, making Bran do a double take at what the big man said.
"Why?" Bran, after staying quiet—more like not sure what to say in reply to that—finally asked.
To which once again no reply came. He only got another grunt from the man before he moved on, making him follow him.
Sighing, Bran just kept up with him.
He didn't know what happened with Sandor, but he was not only acting different but also looking slightly different as well. There was a tense expression on his face, which one could only see if observed closely.
"Raven."
After walking in silence for Old Gods knows how long, finally Bran heard his voice, making him snap his head to the big man walking in front of him in the forest filled with nothing but snow.
"Raven…?"
"The Three-Eyed Raven. You saw it?" he asked with a little excitement in his tone. For Bran, this was proof that he was not just following some wild dream he had—that what he was doing had meaning, that he wasn't hallucinating.
"I saw it."
"The Raven?" Bran asked. Something told him that Sandor wasn't talking about the bird.
"Not the Raven…" Sandor shook his head. He himself wasn't sure what to call that thing.
Bran paused. There was no reason for his mind to go to the horror he saw in his dreams. But those exist beyond the Wall. There is no way those things exist here, and yet his mind went to those walking dead.
"Keep up, boy. We have a long journey to cover." Suddenly Bran heard this and saw Sandor kept on marching forward with large strides.
"What did you see?" Bran asked again. Now he had to know.
Sandor didn't reply. He almost looked like he was afraid to talk about it—much like Bran had seen him acting in front of fire.
"Hammer…" After a long time, finally the Hound spoke.
"What?"
"The Hammer… didn't you read that book? Tell me more about it."
Bran squinted his eyes, confused why the man who still yesterday was calling him crazy suddenly became so interested in these old stories.
He had two thoughts about keeping his mouth shut, treating the big oaf the same way he was doing to him. However, he restrained himself.
Him knowing what Sandor saw was more important than the petty revenge he had the chance to get.
"What do you wish to know?"
"Everything…"
…
[Red Keep]
It was night when suddenly a muffled sound spread across an empty hall room. In the silence of night, no one knew when a place where armor was displayed quietly shook, and more sounds of thumping resonated.
Finally, after some time, the armor couldn't stand the constant thumping and toppled over, revealing an oddly placed marvel in the well-polished and pristine floor of King's Landing.
Before I knew it, I punched the opening one last time and it broke open, finally giving me a way out.
"That was much harder than I thought." I pulled myself up before flopping down onto the marble floor and taking a deep breath, finally inhaling some quality air for once.
Climbing that wall with a dragon egg and Mjolnir—plus breaking open the secret entrance—took way too much from me than I anticipated. That was a steep and long climb. No wonder those people all broke their legs. Once I looked around me, I figured that I was in one of the halls of the Red Keep.
This further cemented my idea that those people were important. Not just anyone would have a dragon egg with them after all. Dare I say, I found a Targaryen corpse down there. A long-forgotten one at that.
Musing aside, I quickly got up, ready to find my way out of here. However… maybe I should give Lord Varys a little visit before I do that. I mean, he must be awfully worried for his good friend's health, right?
"Only fair that I tell him I'm perfectly fine by the grace of the World Tree." I muttered to myself—even I didn't know the kind of venom that was dripping from my face.
The only problem is that even after over a month of staying in this castle, I barely knew the place. Wasn't the best with large places like this, especially remembering my way around. Finding Varys' quarters here would be significantly problematic.
Sighing, I got ready to move. Though this might be an empty hall, the same can't be said for the entire Red Keep. There were definitely going to be patrols around that I'd run into.
I don't think this time around the guards will give me those respectful nods like after I won the tournament. If not for Ned Stark being an absolute idiot, I still wouldn't have afforded this luxury for long. Sooner or later, Baelish's absence would be noticed, and they would have connected the dots.
Granted, that could have taken a long time—but the Spider broke the deal. So he has all the reasons to put the blame on me. I was never some sort of genius planner or anything. Should have known this would happen sooner or later.
Shaking my head, I started moving. Had to find my way around this place somehow. It's not just Varys I needed to find, but also Ned Stark. The only reason I even asked Varys about Stark's location was 'cause I lacked any direction in this labyrinth of a castle.
Ridiculously easy to lose yourself in its design, and exceedingly difficult to find one's destination. And it turns out sneaking around wasn't Thor's forte. Almost got caught the moment I got out of the room—and many more times after.
The only thing stopping these guards from spotting me was the shade of night and my Asgardian senses, which could spot the guards even in the dark and from long distances.
After 30 or so minutes of futile attempts, saying I was kind of lost wouldn't be wrong. I wasn't—I knew that—I still knew how to get out of the castle. What I failed to locate was Varys' quarters.
Soon, I arrived in front of an expensive-looking door—no doubt this was an important person's room. Most likely the King's or Queen's. Probably their children. A dangerous place to be. If someone found me here, then calling me out as an assassin wouldn't be far-fetched.
Quietly, I just wished to leave the darn place when I heard a peculiar noise from inside. Part of me just wished to get out of here, but my more logical side told me to at least hear what this was. I've seen far too many clichés in movies to avoid this kind of situation where I could miraculously get some heaven-defying secret.
"AH… AAH… Ummm."
'What the…' I snapped my ear away from the gate and pursed my lips.
"There, there, right there. Harder."
Okay, no heaven-defying secret—but still something I wished I didn't want to see… and yet couldn't help myself. Ah, Thor's body reacted much stronger to these urges.
The door wasn't completely closed, so maybe… a little peek? For academic reasons, of course. But then, surprisingly, I stopped myself.
Whether it was me or Thor, we weren't some peeping tom. I would either just let the lady have her fill, and Thor would graciously join her to help out. But not a peeping tom. That's not something I'd do.
"Thor… Thor…"
'The fuck…?' Just when I convinced myself to get going, I heard this—making me go stiff. For a second, I thought I was found out, but the continuous moaning from behind the door proved that wasn't the case.
That voice…
I saw the gate wasn't completely closed… and gulped.
'Since this is somewhat related to me, then maybe I should check it out.' Never felt this conflicted before. One part of me was kind of hesitant to go in, and the other wished to just ram in with my cock out.
I'm confident that the latter was the Thor part in me talking. Ultimately, I decided to just get a quick look.
Slowly sneaking inside, making sure not to make any noise, I saw a woman—naked—playing with herself in the most obscene way possible. Doing wonders to my blood, which decided to redirect itself from my head to… somewhere else.
And if the visual feast wasn't enough, then the moans just drove me crazy. I hadn't masturbated ever since I came here, and in Thor's case—not having a woman to share my bed in 3 months was unheard of.
Gulping, I restrained myself and at least bothered to see who this woman was. And not just stare at her long, beautiful legs—and what was between them, of course.
And when I saw her face, still calling out my name while pleasuring herself, I stiffened. A chilling feeling spread through my spine when the face of the woman was revealed.
Cersei…
There was the queen of the seven kingdoms, laying down on her silk bed with legs open like a common whore, pleasureing herself and calling my name no less.
The queen was beautiful, there was no doubt about that, probably one of the most beautiful women in the entire Seven Kingdoms. Maybe only the likes of the Flower of Highgarden and the Mother of Dragons could compete with someone like her. She competed with them while being significantly older, in an era where makeup didn't exist.
Yes, she could make any man hard with her allure, I found myself no different. I had no feeling towards her, none, but lust. That what I felt when I heard her calling my name in those moans.
That face she was making, a face of pure bliss and she was imagining me.
I felt tightness around my chest, hot surging feeling emerging from inside my body.
I just couldn't take it anymore. My eyes just wouldn't turn around. Staring at her like a man possessed with lust and only lust in my eye. I snapped.
Just Snapped.
The fact that she was dangerous, vile, cunning and Odin's know what more was kicked out of the window. She right now only looked like a whore ready to be fucked.
So I snapped.
"Fuck it… just fuck her."
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