Sandor Clegane x Reader

Waiting for the end

After a while, I ride on his back again. He doesn't mind. Says I'm light as a feather. Sandor stops to tie his shoe and picks me up again. Tormund approaches. 

"You're the one they call "The Dog." 

"Fuck off," Sandor grumbles. 

"They told me you were mean." 

"Damn right." I laugh. 

"Quite, little dove." 

"Also told me you got a soft spot for this one here." He points to me. 

"Aye." Sandor nods. 

"So, where you born mean or you just hate wildlings?" 

"I don't give two shits about wildlings." He turns to him. "It's gingers I hate." 

"Gingers are beautiful." He argues. 

"We are kisses by fire, just like you." He points his finger at the scar. 

Oh boy. Sandor smacks it away. 

"Don't point your fucking finger at me." He grumbles. 

I giggle lightly on his back. He's so sensitive about it. He walks us away form Tormund. But he follows. 

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

This isn't a good path to go down. 

"I didn't trip I was pushed." He says, letting me down off his back. 

"And ever since you've been mean." 

I walk between him and Tormund. 

"Will you fuck off?" 

"I don't think you're truly mean. You have sad eyes." He does. 

Sandor stops. I stand behind both of them facing each other. 

"You want to suck my dick, is that it?" 

"Dick?" He questions. 

I giggle. 

"Cock," I explain. 

"Ah, dick. I like it." He says. 

"I bet you do." Sandor jokes as he resumes walking. 

"Nope, it's pussy for me. I have a beauty waiting for me back in Winterfell. If I ever get back there. Yellow hair, blue eyes, the tallest woman you've ever seen. Almost as tall as you." 

That sounds like.. I put my hand out and stop Sandor. 

"Brienne of Tarth?" I ask. 

My brows furrowed. 

"You know her?" 

"You're with Brienne of fucking Tarth?" I ask getting in his face. 

He looks down at me. 

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

"How does she look at you?" Sandor asks. "Like she wants to carve you up and eat your liver?" 

"You do know her." He smiles. 

I turn around shaking my head. 

"We've met." 

I cuddled up next to Sandor's side. His arm around me. We resume walking once more. My fingers laced with Sandor's. 

"I want to make babies with her. Like you and yours." He points to me.