The Forest Child {Sandor Clegane Story}

Together

The group had been travelling north of the wall for a week now. Still they found no sign of the white walkers. Natari had spent the morning walking with Jon, discussing matters in whispered tones as Sandor marched on at the back with the wildlings Tormund.

"You're the one they call the dog"  Tormund announced excitedly.

"Fuck off" Sandor grunted.

"They told me you were mean. Were you born mean or do you just hate wildlings?"

Sandor turned to glare at the strange man, grunting, he looked back to the front of the group and continued walking.

"Did you trip into the fire when you were a baby?"

"I wasn't tripped, I was pushed".

"And ever since you've been mean".

"Will you fuck off" Sandor growled this time.

"I don't think you're truly mean, you have sad eyes".

"You want to suck my dick is that it?" Sandor asked and stopped walking again.

"Dick?" Tormund repeated with a slight confusion.

"Cock" Sandor tried to explain.

"Ah dick, I like it" Tormund smiled.

"Aye, I bet you do".

"Nope, it's pussy for me. I have a beauty waiting back for me at Castle Black. Yellow hair, blue eyes, tallest women youve ever seen" Tormund continued to smile as Sandor returned to walking.

"Brienne of Trath. Your with Brienne of fucking Trath".

"Well, I'm not with her yet, but I see the way she looks at me".

"How does she look at you, like she wanted to carve you up and eat your liver?" Sandor scoffed.

"So you do know her. I'm going to make babies with her. Think of them, great big mountains. Have you made babies with your woman yet?"

"No"

"Why not? You'll want to hurry up, your dick might freeze off soon" he chuckled.

Later that night the group had stopped to make camp. The further north they went the less shelter they found from the freezing winds though, and stopping almost felt as painful and continuing on their walk.

"You're freezing to death" Sandor grunted as he sat down behind Natari and wrapped his legs and arms around her.

"I've been colder" she smiled and leant her head back into his chest.

"You should have never come with us woman".

"And miss watching Tormund annoy the crap out of you each day. Nope, I'm exactly where I belong. With you" she smiled.

"Aye, he's a mad fucker".

"What do you both talk about?" She laughed.

"Dick apparently, and then... babies. He's apparently going to have some with your big friend brienne".

Natari couldn't help but laugh loudly at that. "Poor man, she'll break his wildlings heart. I cannot help but wonder, what did you have to add to the conversation about babies?".

"Not much. Tormund said we ought to soon before my dick freezes off though".

"Umm yes, that would be most terrible. I missed your dick" she smirked and giggled her bottom back against him.

"You want a baby?" He asked her.

The question took Natari completly off guard and she looked at him in shock. "I want you Sandor. I don't really think the timing would be great either. You know with all the white walkers, dragons and lannisters".

"Aye, but after it all".

"After it all? God's I not allowed myself to think that far Sandor, but yes, I guess I would. I imagined I be ever bored once all this ends. We will have lots of babies, at least 4, two boys and two girls, tall, brave and pretty" she smiled and turned back to face him.

"Aye, let's hope they get your face" he teased.

Suddenly their small bubble of warmth and peace was disturbed.

"Ahead, walker ahead" one of the wildlings shouted.

Quickly Sandor stood up and pulled Natari up to his side. Staring out ahead, at the edge of the frozen lake, a single walker approached them. Slowly, more and more appeared from the misty darkness around them as Natari pulled out her sword.

"Natari remain behind us" Jon yelled at the other men now pulled out their sword.

Sandor pushed Natari to stand behind the group as Beric set his sword a flame. Shaking with fear at her first sight of the monstrous dead, Natari clinged tighter to her sword. Sandor was the first to attack. Using his large and heavy sledgehammer, he quickly took down three with one swing. There were hundreds of them ground closer now though and a dread began to build inside them all.

The hundreds quickly grew to thousands and soon the circle around Natari had broken. She had to fight now, fight or die. Charging forwards, she cut down two straight away, and then quickly another and another. Jon was stood close to her side, and with her brother next to her, Natari felt a new strength raise inside of her.

Suddenly one grabbed onto her leg, looking down Natari saw the half cut body of a walker clinging to her ankle. Quickly, she slammed her sword down into his skull, then instantly an idea grew inside her mind.

"The ice.. Jon we have to break the ice. There are too many" she cried out.

Jon looked down at his feet and nodded. "BREAK THE ICE, BREAK THE ICE AROUND US. STAY TO THE ROCKS AND CRACK THE ICE".

Natari would never be able to break into with her blade, and began cutting down any walker that came to near as the other men began to smash into the ground around them. One wildling and one of Berics men were pulled into the icy waters by the walkers and another brotherhood with banners was pulled back into the mob of the dead.

Suddenly Tormund was being pulled into the frozen water as several walkers piled on him. As he cried for help Natari looked over at Sandor. "Help him" she cried.

Sandor heard his cries and her plea, smashing through the dead, he quickly reached down the crazed wildlings and pulled him back to his feet.

Despite their attempted to break through the ice, the flood of walkers still approached them. Natari had moved to Sandor side now at the stood atop the rocks and looked down at the thousands of dead. They both knew in that moment they were going to die.

"I told you woman, I told you not to come. We'll be dying together now" Sandor sighed.

"I wouldn't want to die any other way" she insisted and reached out for his hand.

Despite their current situstion, Sandor couldn't help but turn and smile at the woman, the love of his life and his reason to carry on.

"Marry me" he announced and quickly turned around to kill three walkers with another simple swing of this weapon.

"What?!" Natari gasped.

"Marry me woman. We'll likely die here, so fuck it and marry me" he repeated again and threw down his sledge hammer and cupped her face.

"Yes you mad bastard. Shit, of course, yes" she laughed at him as he quickly reached down at slammed his lips to hers.

As they both quickly deepened the kiss, believing it to be their last, a ear spliting roar raged across the lake. Pulling back, Natari looked up with Sandors arms still tightly around her and saw saviour.

"We will not die today" she smiled at Sandor as fire suddenly rained down from the sky and a dragon flew high above them.