GOT Thor Travelling

After everything settled down, Mance Rayder sat across from me in another large tent. Around us sat many more wildling men who must have been the heads of the many different tribes by the way it looked. A fire crackled in the center. The air inside was thick with smoke, sweat, and tension. His men still watched me carefully, hands never far from their weapons, but none dared to speak or moved, for that matter.

I was yet to even summon Mjolnir, which no doubt was still at the place where they ambushed me and Osha. It wouldn't take very long for the hammer to come to me, so I'd rather not reveal that card now.

I could constantly hear grumbling from the side. This was from none other than Tormund, who now was sporting a broken nose and glaring daggers at me.

"Don't look at me like that. You had it coming with how you hurt me before."

"You don't look hurt," he growled.

"This body? No... my pride. You have no idea."

Another growl later, he finally shifted his glare while still muttering about a broken nose and a tough son of a goddess, or was that bitch?

Finally, Mance leaned forward.

"So… tell me again. What exactly is your plan?" he asked. I knew he already knew; it's just that he wished those other Free Folk to know my plan. I, for once, couldn't figure out the man. I knew he wished to save his people. Even after not being from beyond the Wall and once being a man of the Night's Watch himself, these people believed in him. There must be a reason for that.

I nodded and began. "The Free Folk cannot stay beyond the Wall. The army of the dead would sooner or later come after you all. I'm sure many of you would be aware that they raise the dead to fight for their own. You know your people will die if they stay. I want to help you get them south—safely. Not as enemies or as hostages but as survivors."

"We don't kneel to anyone," suddenly a man growled on the side, and many added to his voice.

"Nice, I sure can say that I resonate with that notion. So if you don't wish to kneel, then don't. You wouldn't have to do that, any of you," I said with all my conviction.

"And who are you to promise us that?" another asked.

"I'm Thor Odinson. There is a piece of land south of the Wall called 'The Gift.' It's a perfect place for habitation for your people, if you so desire. Inside those lands, it would be your rules. You don't have to kneel to anyone, and you don't answer to anyone.

"However, any action taken outside that land, be it your tradition or not, I can't overlook. That means no killing, looting, or kidnapping wives. That's all I can promise," I replied. It's very strange to know that these people actually use kidnapping as a way to get married.

More grumbles and snorts were raised from others, not to mention the mountains of disagreements and distrust.

Mance, on the other hand, kept on listening, his face unreadable.

"But that's not all," I added. "I also want to go farther north. I want to see this army of death with my own eyes. I need to know what we're facing. We can't fight it blind."

Mance raised an eyebrow. That was not what they talked about. "You want to go closer to the dead?"

"Yes."

He stared at me for a long moment, then laughed quietly. "You are either the bravest man I've ever met—or the stupidest."

"Maybe both," I said with a grin.

He didn't smile.

"And you expect me to believe a man like you?"

"There are no men like me. And yes, I want you to believe me, to take the Free Folk south of the Wall."

My earnest and simple statement once again brought silence to the tent. Mance leaned back and looked into the fire. Odin knows what he was pondering.

"You took down a dozen of my best men without drawing a weapon. That hammer of yours, none of my men were able to lift it, not even giants. You speak our tongue, all of our tongues. No one does that, not even the most learned among us could do it that well. And yet you do it, a man who by all means should be a southern lord, perhaps royalty by your looks and mannerisms. You're a riddle, Odinson..."

"I actually pride myself on being more of an open book personality. Everything you wish to know is in front of you. I don't do lies or schemes. What I do, I'll tell you to your face," I said softly.

"Says the man who can talk our tongues because of magic."

"Of all the people I have seen, the men beyond the Wall should be the least amazed that magic exists. After all, you all live so close to it. I thought the blood of the First Men ran inside you all, does it not?"

He looked at me again, studying me like I was a puzzle he couldn't quite solve.

"I've met many men," he said. "Kings, lords, killers. But none like you. You talk different. Act different. Think different. And most of all, you hit different."

At this, Tormund grunted, showing his agreement.

Mance rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "You want my help. You want to take my people south and walk into the frozen north alone. That sounds like madness. My people would never follow that plan."

"I don't need all of them," I replied. "Just a few. A guide. Maybe a scout or two. I'm not looking for an army but a person who can show me the way. That's all."

The tent went quiet.

Finally, Mance smiled slightly. "Maybe you are mad. But there's something about you… something I can't ignore. So here's what I'll do."

He leaned forward again.

"I'll test you. I have something in mind. If you pass, I'll believe you. Maybe even help you."

I nodded. "What kind of test?" I asked, ready to do whatever is necessary and be done with it. Hope he doesn't ask for some sort of magic trick. That I can't do.

As Mance was just about to tell me, we all heard the tent flap open and someone came in. A feminine voice rang out.

"Thor..."

By sound alone, I knew this wasn't Osha. But if not her, then who?

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[King's Landing]

Cersei Lannister sat alone in her chambers, staring out the window. The sky was cloudy, and the city below looked grey and tired.

It felt like they had been caged inside their own castle. It was getting better. After letting the Faith Militant be formed, the situation in King's Landing had finally begun settling down. However, this also meant that the Faith Militant were running rampant in the city.

However, this was no longer her mess to fix. It was Tyrion's. And if he couldn't, which was most likely the case, then he'd be the target of their father's ire. She was, in fact, looking forward to it.

As for the city getting invaded or going out of control, she didn't care. It was only a matter of time until her father came back and took control of the city once again.

And on one of these days, she got the news she had been waiting for a long time—news about the maid who vanished years ago after her son died. The mystery regarding this was so much that she didn't even dare hope that her son was alive. All she wished now was to find her son's body. That was all...

Finally, her guards returned. Dirty, tired, and quiet, they entered the room and bowed low.

"Well?" Cersei asked coldly. "What did you find?"

The lead man stepped forward. "Your Grace… we followed every trail we could. We asked in the villages. We spoke to innkeepers and old townsfolk. The maid—the one who served you—she was seen. Seen with a child," said the man.

Even Cersei knew that after decades, any clue they could have found, even if they were coming from the people who actually met the maid, the facts could easily be distorted and lost.

Many of the clues they found could very well be false, for all they knew. But still, she wished to know.

"Where?" she snapped.

He looked uneasy. "She traveled north. Past the Riverlands. Past the Neck. We believe she crossed into the North."

Cersei stood up, her fists clenched. "The North?"

"Yes, my queen. She had a child with her. All the memories and accounts are hazy and uncertain at best, but after cross-checking with much evidence, we can say that she most likely went to the North."

Cersei's eyes narrowed. For a long time she didn't say anything until she finally spoke.

"Leave me," she said quietly.

The men bowed again and left, not needing to be asked twice.

As the door closed, Cersei turned back to the window, her jaw clenched.

"Why does it have to be the North..."

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