LION TRAP, game of thrones

𝐗. river

Sansorr roared and his sword thundered against Jaime's. He was able to withstand the force for a moment, but then Jaime parried the attack and his sword was knocked out of his hand. It landed with a dull thud in the grass.

"Come on. You're fighting a one-handed man. You're embarrassing yourself."

"Damn asshole, miserable Lannister scum, stick your sword up your ass," Sansorr snarled, but Jaime kicked the sword toward him with his foot.

"Continue."

With a pained groan, Sansorr picked up the sword again and faced Jaime.

Once more, he tried to imitate the movements Jaime had taught him earlier, but he lacked the damn elegant dexterity with which Jaime moved. On top of that, he was smaller, and for the first time in his life, he wondered if his arms were too short.

His only advantage was that since he had escaped Tywin, he had gained weight and exercised more regularly. His arms had grown thicker again, and he was pleased to find a hint of softness around his hips and belly. Yes, he was built heavier than Jaime, and if he wasn't a good swordsman, then he would just have to use his only advantage.

Sansorr dropped his sword and threw himself at Jaime, who fell to the ground beneath him. They wrestled briefly, then Sansorr had wrested the sword from him and pinned the blond beneath him.

"You're not fighting fair. And you almost threw yourself in my sword, you madman," Jaime groaned, and Sansorr rose from him laughing, holding Jaime's sword provocatively loosely.

"But I won."

"I just didn't want to undermine your confidence," Jaime claimed proudly.

Sansorr shook his head, laughing, then placed the sword in Jaime's outstretched hand. "You're so considerate, Blondie, it's almost unbelievable."

"Again," Jaime demanded, and Sansorr groaned theatrically before facing Jaime for what felt like the hundredth time to practice with him in the small clearing near their camp.

They were close to Riverrun and would probably reach it the next day. A small stream flowed appropriately across the clearing and then disappeared back into the forest. From a distance, they could hear the sounds of the Lannister soldiers in their makeshift tent city.

That morning, Jaime had quickly finished his duties, then dragged Sansorr away from his breakfast with Bronn and ordered him into the forest. Sansorr had expected something a little different, but Jaime really just wanted to practice his sword skills.

He could almost hate Jaime for it, but unfortunately he wasn't smart enough to do so. And so he even enjoyed this miserable event.

Their blades clashed again and again, Sansorr's sword fell into the grass again and again, and Sansorr had to pick it up again and again. He didn't miss the opportunity to unleash his most creative curses on Jaime. Soon, the Lannister's grim expression gave way to an amused look that was still arrogant but also exhilarating.

"I give up," Sansorr groaned at some point, dropping his sword and raising his hands.

"Not surprising."

"Fuck you."

For once, it was Jaime who laughed.

Sansorr rolled his eyes and walked over to the stream, kneeling down and washing his face, which was sweaty and dirty.

"The stream also runs through the camp... Just a warning," Jaime said behind him, and Sansorr spun around. Jaime's pretty face was contorted into a broad grin.

"Oh gods. No."

"Yes. But no problem, Sansorr. You're not the cleanest man anyway."

Sansorr lunged at Jaime, put him in a headlock, and tried to push his face into the water.