The Broken (Bran Stark x Reader)

Chapter 7: Not Human Anymore

At night you would wrap yourself in as many furs as possible in order to trap your own warmth. You could never understand how the wildlings survived up here beyond the wall. Let alone why anyone would willingly live in Winterfell. It's not like there is a wall keeping them trapped there. Bran seemed to like the cold, but it was starting to affect the others also. Meera held onto her brother tightly, and he held onto you even more.

It was becoming impossible to sleep again no matter how tired you were. Your body was growing weak once more, yet Jojen insisted you would survive. You saw doubt in his eyes when he said it though. Sometimes you thought you even saw fear. How important was this mission to him? Important enough to sacrifice if he had to?

"___." Jojens soft voice whispers. Your eyes look up to him as they were already adjusted to the darkness. "You're not sleeping." He stated the obvious.

"No." You agreed.

"You need to."

"I can't." Your voice was somber and hollow. It was as cold as the air surrounding you.

"You don't trust me, do you?" The boy asks knowing the answer.

"No." You repeat. Jojen sighs.

"Father always told me there are more important things in the world than ones self. That there were bigger purposes one man could never understand." Jojen says "father was always looking at the bigger picture."

"Why are you telling me this?" You wonder.

"Do you know why so many people wanted your father dead? Why they want you dead?" Jojen asks with a curious tone. You rise a brow in confusion. It was obvious why people wanted you dead.

"Because I'm a Targaryen." You answer quietly. You still had your childhood fear of someone overhearing. Even though everyone knew, if you were caught calling yourself that you would be punished greatly.

"Because you had a claim to the throne" he corrects you "they weren't worried a baby was going to take the claim to the throne, they're not even worried the girl you are now is going to take that from them. But, in the bigger picture, when your older, and more people hear of your claim, you could rebel. You could rise up and take it, just like Robert had." He answered "that's why they wanted you dead. That's why they took away your name. Because, they knew one day in the future it could be of importance."

"But, what we're doing has nothing to do with me." You say confused as to why he's saying this all now. Jojens eyes peered down at your own. He looked at you as if he had the answer to everything.

"How do you know that?" He asks.

"Because, you said it was all for Brans visions." You respond.

"It's because what's in those visions. What those visions mean. It's more than just us dragging a cripple along a trail. It's more than a bird with an extra eye. It all means something." He says.

"I don't understand." You admit "you're not making any sense."

"It's not for us to understand." Jojen peers over to look at Bran "it's for him to."

"What if I die?" You ask "what meaning will that have?" Jojen looks down at you once more. He saw the invisible flames that engulfed you. They were eating away at him too. His time was near, and he knew it. He sucked in his lips slightly before speaking.

"___." He says softly.

"Yes?" You scrunch your brows as the boy leans into you slightly.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" He asks. A light blush appears on your face.

"No." You whisper.

"Well, if you're so convinced you're going to die..." Jojen trails off as his lips lightly brush into yours "maybe we should give it a try?"

"Jojen." You say breathlessly. Before you could speak again his lips crushed into yours harder. You didn't pull away. For the first time in weeks you felt warmness again.

The morning came and you awoke to a missing Summer and Meera. You saw Jojen prepping a fire. He smiled at you when he saw you were awake. You returned the smile before looking over at Bran. He was slumped over a tree. His eyes painted white. He was warging Summer.

"How long has he been in there?" You ask Jojen.

"A couple of hours." He responds as he throws another log in the fire.

"How long have I been asleep?"

"A couple of hours." Jojen repeats. "Longer than usual."

"Should we wake him?" You wonder. "He can't warg Summer for that long." Jojen looks at you for a moment before nodding his head. He walks over to the younger boy and shakes him back and forth. At first Bran does not respond, but after a couple of moments he gasps for air as he is ripped back into reality.

"Why did you wake me!" Bran whines.

"You can't Warg summer for that long." You answer. Bran looks at your angrily. You understood his anger. Sometimes you wish you could be in that Dragons body forever. But, you knew it wasn't possible. Not now.

"You'll lose yourself." Jojen agrees. "You'll forget what it's like to be human. You'll forget us."

"Sometimes Id like to forget." Bran admits "I like to run around like I still have my legs."

"There are mort important things than legs Bran." You tell him. Bran raises a brow at your comment. A flutter in his chest caused him to let out a soft breath. Bran often worried if you hated his legs. He wondered if you thought less of him. Even wondering if you hated him. Or worse, if you didn't even think of him as human anymore.

Though Bran loved to be inside of Summers body, he still wanted to be a human. As long as you were around. At least, to you. So long as you were here Bran promised himself he'd be here too. Even if that meant leaving his legs behind.