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A Gentle Flame in the Wild North

Pairing: Tormund Giantsbane x reader

Summary: A wounded Tormund Giantsbane returns to camp after a victorious battle, catching the attention of a gentle-hearted woman who typically avoids him due to their conflicting personalities. Despite their differences, she finds herself caring for him, leading to a slow-burn romance as they navigate the realities of war and discover the depths of their feelings for each other.

Warnings: Contains scenes of violence and injuries from battle.

Word count: 867 words.

: ̗̀➛ All the writing is my own. Please do not repost it anywhere else without my consent.

: ̗̀➛ English is not my first language - nor my second, third or fourth.

The air was thick with the scent of blood and victory as the survivors of the battle returned to the camp. Among them, Tormund strode, his red beard matted with sweat and blood, his great frame bearing the marks of the fierce conflict. He was hailed as a hero, yet his eyes betrayed the pain he sought to conceal.

You watched from a distance, your heart heavy with worry. Your interactions with Tormund had always been strained; his rough mannerisms clashed with your own gentle nature. As a southerner thrust into the harsh realities of the North, you found solace in quiet moments and simple pleasures, far removed from the wildness embodied by Tormund.

But now, as you witnessed him returning wounded and weary, a new emotion stirred within you - compassion. Despite your differences, you couldn't ignore the ache in your heart at the sight of his suffering.

When the camp finally settled, you found yourself drawn to Tormund's side, driven by an instinct you couldn't quite comprehend. As you approached, you saw him wince with each step, his injuries more severe than he let on.

"Tormund," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper. "Let me help you."

Tormund grunted in discomfort, but he made no move to stop you. In the flickering lights of the campfire, you began to tend to his wounds, your gentle touch against his weathered skin.

"You shouldn't be wasting your time on me, love," Tormund muttered, his voice gruff yet tinged with gratitude.

"I don't consider it a waste," you replied, your eyes meeting his. "You fought bravely out there. You deserve to be taken care of."

As the night wore on, you worked in silence, the only sound the crackle of flames and the occasional hiss of pain from Tormund. But despite the lack of words, there was a quiet understanding between you, a shared bond forged in the crucible of war.

Days turned into weeks, and still, you remained by Tormund's side, tending to his wounds regularly and offering quiet companionship. With each passing moment, the barriers between you began to crumble, replaced by a growing sense of understanding and connection.

In those quiet moments, as you sat by his side, you learned of Tormund's past - of battles fought and victories won, but also of loss and longing. And in turn, you shared pieces of yourself, opening up in ways you never thought possible.

Slowly but surely, a bond began to form between you, forged in the fires of adversity and tempered by the trials of war.

One evening, as you sat by the fire, Tormund spoke, his voice softer than usual. "Thank you, love. For everything."

You smiled gently, the warmth of the fire reflected in your eyes. "It's the least I could do, Tormund. You've been through enough."

"I never thought I'd find someone like you in these frozen wastes," Tormund admitted, his gaze meeting yours. "Someone who sees past the wilderness and finds the man beneath."

You felt your cheeks flush at his words, a flutter of something unfamiliar stirring in your chest. "You're not as wild as you pretend to be, Tormund. There's a kindness in you that few people have."

As the days passed, your bond with Tormund only deepened, until it seemed as though you were two halves of a whole, destined to be together.

But even as you reveled in the newfound warmth of your connection, a shadow loomed on the horizon. Word arrived of a new threat, one that threatened to tear apart the fragile peace that had settled over the North.

As the camp stirred with preparations for the coming storm, you found yourself standing alongside Tormund, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

"You don't have to do this," Tormund spoke, his voice gruff with concern. "It's too dangerous."

"I'm not going to leave you to face this alone," you replied, your voice steady despite the fear gnawing at your heart. "We're in this together, Tormund."

And though the road ahead was uncertain, one thing remained clear - together, you would weather the storm, bound by a love that defied all odds.

As you gazed into Tormund's eyes, you saw reflected in them the same depth of feeling that burned within your own heart. And in that moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty of war, you knew that no matter what the future held, you would face it together, united in a love that was as wild and untamed as the North itself.