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tooktheblack) wrote2019-04-29 09:56 pm
tooktheblack) wrote2019-04-29 09:56 pm
001 burning cities and napalm skies
Oathbreaker. Crow. Bastard.
Jon has always chafed against the things he's been called, has always bristled at being a bastard brought up in his lord father's household and he'd always listened eagerly at the knee of Benjen Stark when he came for infrequent visits to Winterfell and told tales of ranging against the Wildlings. Jon had thought he'd be a hero too, that he'd rise high in the Night's Watch in spite of his low birth and as soon as he'd turned sixteen, he'd gone to the Wall to take his oaths and wear the black. His lord father had been proud of him and had even said the next they met, they'd talk of his mother.
There would never be another time.
News doesn't travel quickly to the Wall but it does travel and it doesn't take him long to learn that Ned Stark had been beheaded in King's Landing for treason. Jon would have thought someone like his father would at least be given the opportunity to take the black but he knows nothing about what happened down south and he knows nothing other than the cold words telling him that his lord father was dead. Mormont hadn't given him a chance to mourn and had, instead, sent him ranging beyond the Wall. The King-Beyond-the-Wall, Mance Rayder, was a much bigger threat than anything hundreds of leagues south of them.
Jon's party hadn't done so terribly, at first, but when things had turned south Jon had been forced to kill Quorin Halfhand and prove himself a true turncloak, someone willing to break every oath he'd made to throw in his lots with Wildlings. Ygritte had helped in that. The Wildling girl had tormented him at every turn and while he found her attractive, in her way, he'd also resisted laying with her. He had to keep one shred of honor and he didn't want to father a bastard or lay with a woman when the Night's Watch had asked him not to do that very thing. Of course, he'd failed in that too. If they hadn't found the godsdamned caves, he thinks he could have resisted, but the warmth and the allure of Ygritte's body had been too much for him in the end.
It's only after they've had one another half a dozen times over that he ventures deeper into the cave, almost to where the water reaches his shoulders, and finds something gleaming there just beneath the surface. Jon sucks in a deep breath and dives down, grasping it, and comes up with something he can only describe as an egg though not like one he's ever seen before.
"Ygritte," he calls out, voice low and rough. "Come tell me what this is? Have you ever seen anything like this before?"
Jon has always chafed against the things he's been called, has always bristled at being a bastard brought up in his lord father's household and he'd always listened eagerly at the knee of Benjen Stark when he came for infrequent visits to Winterfell and told tales of ranging against the Wildlings. Jon had thought he'd be a hero too, that he'd rise high in the Night's Watch in spite of his low birth and as soon as he'd turned sixteen, he'd gone to the Wall to take his oaths and wear the black. His lord father had been proud of him and had even said the next they met, they'd talk of his mother.
There would never be another time.
News doesn't travel quickly to the Wall but it does travel and it doesn't take him long to learn that Ned Stark had been beheaded in King's Landing for treason. Jon would have thought someone like his father would at least be given the opportunity to take the black but he knows nothing about what happened down south and he knows nothing other than the cold words telling him that his lord father was dead. Mormont hadn't given him a chance to mourn and had, instead, sent him ranging beyond the Wall. The King-Beyond-the-Wall, Mance Rayder, was a much bigger threat than anything hundreds of leagues south of them.
Jon's party hadn't done so terribly, at first, but when things had turned south Jon had been forced to kill Quorin Halfhand and prove himself a true turncloak, someone willing to break every oath he'd made to throw in his lots with Wildlings. Ygritte had helped in that. The Wildling girl had tormented him at every turn and while he found her attractive, in her way, he'd also resisted laying with her. He had to keep one shred of honor and he didn't want to father a bastard or lay with a woman when the Night's Watch had asked him not to do that very thing. Of course, he'd failed in that too. If they hadn't found the godsdamned caves, he thinks he could have resisted, but the warmth and the allure of Ygritte's body had been too much for him in the end.
It's only after they've had one another half a dozen times over that he ventures deeper into the cave, almost to where the water reaches his shoulders, and finds something gleaming there just beneath the surface. Jon sucks in a deep breath and dives down, grasping it, and comes up with something he can only describe as an egg though not like one he's ever seen before.
"Ygritte," he calls out, voice low and rough. "Come tell me what this is? Have you ever seen anything like this before?"
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At the moment, she didn't care. He was fitting in with them all well enough and earning trust from Mance and Tormund and plenty of the others, though Orell seemed to have his own opinions and each was allowed to have them. Unless Jon Snow betrayed them then Ygritte would continue making him follow her down into the caves where they could be alone and free to fuck the day and night away, if they so chose.
She lays along the heated pools on a rock shelf with one leg dangling down in the steaming water when she hears his voice and turns her head to look in the direction that he'd disappeared into minutes earlier.
"It's a scratch, Jon Snow. You get them when you fuck for hours like we do."
A laugh echoes off the cave walls.
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"Come and see it, Ygritte, and judge for yourself. I didn't grow up here beyond the Wall, I haven't seen everything you've seen."
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But then Ygritte finally sees it and immediately her brow furrows in confusion as she steps around Jon.
"Aye, been a free woman all my life, but I never saw an egg this big before," she replies, putting a hand on it next to his.
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Why would there be a dragon's egg north of the Wall, tucked away in the back of a cave? It makes no sense to Jon and he doesn't even think a maester could make heads or tails of it. He does know that he's going to take it with him. He doesn't think he should leave something so potentially valuable (or dangerous) behind.
"Let's take it back with us."