Game of Thrones Imagines Book Two

Only the strong - Part 4 - Tormund x Reader

This part is all Tormund. But don't worry, next time it will be all love for Jon.

"Nice ta see ya again too, (Y/n)." Tormund chuckled, as he finally and reluctantly, extracted himself from the lioness' grasp. (Y/n) pulling the big Wildling over to one of the tables and sitting him down.

"What are you doing here, Tormund? And why are these two rude fools with you?" (Y/n) asked, holding onto the red heads hand. Tormund chuckling as it appeared obvious that the last lioness, had no intention of letting him go.

"Jon sent us. He got a note from ya brother sayin that ya had left. That he hadn't seen or heard from ya since ya left tha city. Tha little man was worried. Said that he had sent word ta tha other cities ta try and find ya. That Jon was his last hope a findin ya." Tormund explained. (Y/n) feeling guilty that she had never sent Tyrion word that she was well. That she had never advised him of where she had been, or where she intended to go. She knew, that given the fact that she was the only family that he had left, that Tyrion would inevitably be concerned after all this time. But she had to admit that she had been enjoying the freedom of the open road. The freedom from being a lady. From all the memories that filled the Red Keep. From the recollections of Jon. But most importantly, the freedom from being a Lannister.

All her life she had been surrounded by her family. She would be the first to admit that they were nothing like the Starks. That to many, it wasn't much of a family at all. Nothing that most would really describe as a loving pride. But despite her father's distance. Despite the fact that the twins had been much closer than any brother and sister should ever be. She had loved them all, as much as she loved Tyrion. And each loss, apart from the death of that evil little shit, Joffrey, had touched her deeply. Yet, as a Lannister, there had always been so much expected of her. So much pressure to act, think, and be a certain way. And now, now that she had cut her hair and journeyed beyond Kings Landing, she had managed to forget what she was. Managed to find out that there was more to life, more to the world. And she had been enjoying it too much to send Tyrion a note, just in case he had found some way of pulling her back to the capital.

"I can understand Tyrion being concerned for my wellbeing, but why would Jon send you to look for me? I am sure that there are many more things to concern the mind of the Lord Commander, than me. I am surprised that he even remembers who I am. That is probably why he sent you. He knew that you would at least remember what I looked like." (Y/n) sighed, as she finally let go of Tormund's hand. Her eyes flying up to look at the big man as he began to laugh.

"I swear that you and him, are too alike fa ya own good. Jon is as worried about ya as tha little man is. He sent patrols out ta every town and village that tha recruits fa tha Watch might stop at before they get ta tha Wall. He wants us ta bring ya back with us if we found ya. And now we have, so let's get ya out of ere." Tormund explained, as he got to his feet. His brow furrowing as (Y/n) shook her head.

"I'm not going with you, Tormund. You can go and tell the Lord Commander that I am fine. That he can send my brother a note to advise him that I am well. But I am not going with you. I have other plans. Plans that do not involve seeing Jon Snow, or whatever else he wants to call himself. I am quite happy here. Neesa and her husband have been the most congenial of hosts, but I will be leaving tomorrow. Making my way back south. Journeying across the Summer Sea. Maybe make a home in Essos. Somewhere with better weather than this." (Y/n) replied. Tormund's turn to shake his head as he looked at the defiant lioness. The hurt in her eyes evident for all to see, despite how hard she tried to cover it.

"Ya gonna be stubborn about this aren't ya? Wouldn't it be easier......."

"Of course, I'm going to be stubborn. I am a Lannister. I was born stubborn. And I have no intention of making anything easy." (Y/n) interrupted as she got to her feet.

"So, you can go tell the Lord Commander that I am fine but have no need to see him."

"Ya are coming with us, milady, cos we have our orders. The Commander said that if we found ya, we were ta escort ya ta Castle Black. So, ya coming back with us." One of the men told her, coming forward. Tormund choosing to sit back and watch what was to come.

"Is that right? And who do you think you are to tell me what to do? Hasn't anyone ever told you two........gentlemen, that if you want someone to do something, then it pays to be polite. And I can assure you, that if either of you even attempt to touch me, I will make you regret it." (Y/n) told the man and his cohort. The lioness picking up the sword that she had dropped when she had laid eyes on Tormund. The two crows looking to Tormund. The big red man doing nothing but smile and shrug.

"I did tell you boys that this one has claws. But if ya want ta take ya life in ya hands and see if ya can make her go with us. Then ya can be my guest." Tormund chuckled, as he put his feet on the table. Rolling his eyes as the crows drew their swords.

"We have our orders. Tha Commander said ta bring ya, so ya goin, whether ya like it or not." The other man told the lady, as he came to his friend's side. Both of them foolishly believing that the lioness couldn't be as fearsome as her reputation.

Suddenly the tavern was in disarray. Tables and chairs thrown from one side of the room to the other. Broken glass and tankards littering the floor as the sound of clashing metal filled the air. The grunts of the crows filling the tavern, as they desperately fought against the lioness.  Tormund happy to see that (Y/n) had not lost any of her ferocity, or skill since he had last seen her. That a life in the city with her brother, had not changed her. That the lioness was still the lioness. Her claws as sharp as ever.

"You boys need some help?" Tormund called out, as he got to his feet. He too knowing that Jon had insisted that if (Y/n) were found, then she was to be brought straight to him so that he could make sure that she was well. And if Tormund didn't do something, it was obvious that the two idiot crows were going to lose the fight, and that he wasn't in the mood to have to fight (Y/n), or listen to Jon. The big man knowing that his friend was not going to be able to tell (Y/n) how he felt, if she got the chance to leave.

"Never send a crow ta do a Free Folks work." Tormund complained, as he made his way up behind (Y/n), spun her around, and threw her over his shoulder. The big man doing his best to hold onto his squirming and kicking runaway Lannister, as he made for the door.

"This is how ya stop a lioness. Now, behave lass. This ain't gonna hurt a bit. In fact, ya probably gonna like it." Tormund chuckled, as he heaved the still kicking, screaming and complaining (Y/n) over his horse and tied her down. Making sure that she wasn't going to get lose until they were stood before Jon.