Game of Thrones Imagines

The Mother and the Maiden - Tormund x Reader

The Mother and the Maiden could be cruel aspects of The Seven, or at least they were to (Y/n)'s eyes. Not only had they made him brave and funny, but they had made him undeniably handsome, with the most stunning pair of eyes (Y/n) had ever seen; and if that wasn't cruel enough, then two of the female aspects of The Seven had to make you fall in love with him. Damn you Mother, damn you Maiden, why did you have to create a man such as Tormund Giantsbane.

Most non free folk couldn't see what (Y/n) saw in Tormund, especially not her brother Tyrion, who had never liked the way the big red man would look at his sister whenever he thought no one was watching; but to (Y/n), Tormund's boldness, his ruggedness and out spoken nature, only attracted her to him more, and the Mother and the Maiden knew this.

They knew that (Y/n) would love every crease and line on his skin that made him look older than his true age, they knew that every wrinkle around his eyes would draw (Y/n) to him like a moth to a flame, and (Y/n) was sure that wherever the holy women looked down from, they were smiling at the fact that (Y/n)'s heart would beat so violently in her chest every time she saw Tormund, that she could swear that at any moment it would burst from her chest.

(Y/n) had joined Tyrion as he had journeyed back to the wall with Jon after the war was won, making a new life for herself with the free folk, preferring to live with them than in Castle Black, loving the freedom she had never had whilst she was under the ever watchful eyes of her father and older brother and sister.

She had first met Tormund when they had been introduced by a hesitant Tyrion, the little lion instantly regretting it once he had seen the lust filled looks in the big wildlings eyes as they wandered (Y/n)'s body; but unbeknownst to her brother, from the moment (Y/n) had set eyes on the wild man she was smitten, his every movement, his every gesture was like a graceful dance, his smile more perfect than any that even the most celebrated artisans could paint, and she knew there and then that she were looking at The Seven's greatest creation, a walking, talking image of perfection.

Sometimes (Y/n) thought that Tormund knew what he was doing to her heart, that he knew what the mere mention of his name did to her body and soul; but deep down she knew that Tormund was just as much of a victim of the Mother and Maiden as she was, and that he had no idea that he held her heart in the palm of his hand, no idea of what a god he was in her eyes, no idea of how much she loved him. Damn you Mother, damn you Maiden.

The two had stood side by side, as they fought the scourge of the Night King and his White Walker's, they had been together when the King fell, Tormund taking her into his arms as the day was won, his lips crashing into hers until Tyrion had dragged her from Tormund's grasp, only to leave the pair wanting more.

(Y/n) had learnt much about the traditions and ways of the free folk during her time with them; but as a Southern lady, and unlike Cersei, she had been brought up never to express her feelings on love and sex, her family always ensuring that she remained a maiden until her father was able to find the right man for his highly prized lioness, and even though her father, Cersei and Jamie were now dead, (Y/n) could never bring herself to tell Tormund what she desired more than anything, especially when Tyrion always seemed to have his eyes on her.

"In the name of the gods, (Y/n), will you please just go and talk to him, it's painful watching you two moon over one another like two love struck children. It's not like he'd bite your head off or anything, actually he's more likely to be delighted if you actually went and said something to him properly; but you'll never know unless you try." Jon chuckled softly as he came to stand next to her, shaking his head as (Y/n)'s eyes dropped back to the sword in her hands.

"What are you talking about, I don't moon over anyone, I've got too much to do with having to fix all the things around here to have time to moon over anyone." (Y/n) replied with a huff, doing the very best she could to make it seem as if she had no idea what her friend was talking about.

"You know, you are only lying to yourself, and you can't pretend (Y/n). Everyone knows that you have your eye on Tormund and have had since the day you met him. I mean, it's not like he doesn't feel the same........" Jon began, smiling broadly as (Y/n)'s eyes flew up to meet his, a pink hue heating her skin as she looked between Jon and the big man that sat around the large fire, drinking and laughing with the others.

"Tormund likes me too...? I mean....... so you're telling me that Tormund likes me?" (Y/n) asked, smiling as Jon nodded his head.

"You're all he ever talks about, (Y/n) this, (Y/n) that, and the gods help us all if he can't find you for any reason. The other day when you were late for the meeting in the castle, we had to stop him from sending out a search party for you, he was so scared that something may have happened to you. To be brutally honest, it's driving the rest of us all insane, so if not for your own sakes, at least for ours." Jon told her, as he took the sword from (Y/n)'s hands and almost forced her up from the chair.

"But what about Tyrion, he won't like it." (Y/n) said nervously, as she scanned the group for her brother.

"Believe me (Y/n), Tyrion won't mind as long as you are happy, and this is a new world (Y/n), if you love him, go take him." Jon told her, almost pushing her over to the wildling.

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The Mother and the Maiden could be cruel aspects of The Seven, or at least they were to Tormund's eyes. Not only had they made her brave and funny, but they had made her exquisitely beautiful, with the most stunning pair of eyes Tormund had ever seen; and if that wasn't cruel enough, then two of the female aspects of The Seven had to make him fall in love with her. Damn you Mother, damn you Maiden, why did you have to create a woman such as (Y/n) Lannister.

Tormund loved everything about (Y/n), and had done from the moment he first laid eyes on her; he loved her smile, he loved her laugh, the way the beautiful pink hue would kiss her cheeks every time the two of them spoke; he loved the way she would lay her hand delicately on his arm if she needed to lean across him, the mere touch of her fingertips setting every one of his nerves on fire. Damn you Mother, damn you Maiden.

Tormund had often found himself cursing at the great Mother and Maiden for giving (Y/n) that beautiful smile, for giving her that twinkle in his perfect eyes, and for how she would bite her bottom lip, an act that would make his mind numb, make him forget anything other than (Y/n) Lannister, make him remember all the long lonely nights had had dreamed of what could be, dreamed of holding her in his arms and never letting go. Damn you Mother, damn you Maiden.

Normally he would have just taken (Y/n) up into his arms, carrying her to his tent so that he could fill her with beautiful babies; but every time he tried, Tyrion had been there, staring the big man down, like a shadow watching his every move; but now, as he saw (Y/n) walk towards the fire, he couldn't see the little lion anywhere, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Hello Tormund." (Y/n) said softly as she came to sit by his side, Tormund's skin tingling as her mere closeness did wonderfully awful things to his body.

"(Y/n)." Tormund replied, as he passed her the jug of ale that lay at his feet.

"I was wondering, hoping, whether you would like to, I mean want to......... with me I mean.........." (Y/n) began, only to find herself cut off midsentence as Tormund's lips crashed into hers, his strong arms wrapping themselves around her as she felt herself hoisted into the air, the other wildlings cheering as Tormund made his way to his tent, pushing open the flap and dropping (Y/n) onto the great pile of furs that lay on the floor.

As he closed the opening of the tent, his eyes looking over every inch of the woman before him, he couldn't help but whisper to the heavens.

"Thank you, Mother, thank you Maiden."