I simply must share this before I forget the details of the dream. So here’s the thing, I’ve watched a few YouTube vids of the two, though not every scene, and for reasons I cannot fathom(I wasn’t even watching GoT last night), I had a shockingly vivid Ygritte x Snow dream.

Note: This is a dream, so ignore the impossibilities of the details that follow please.

Note 2: I embellished it slightly, because this being a dream means some of the details are quickly lost.



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There she was.

Ygritte.

She was as beautiful as Jon Snow remembered. The fiery red hair. The freckles on her cheeks. The fierceness in her eyes. It all brought a longing ache to his heart.

And just as deadly too. The arrow gleamed on her bow as she aimed it dead at his heart.

Why did we come down to this, Jon thought as he unsheathed his sword.

“You fall, Snow,” was Ygritte’s only warning as she loosed the first arrow.

He had trained for this moment a thousand, thousand times. And so it was instinct that led his sword arm to chop down on the arrow. With a snap, the arrow arced back at its master, sinking into her shoulder.

Jon twisted his body to the right as a second arrow whizzed by his ear. A third came straight at him, but again he swung his sword up, sending it back at Ygritte.

Over and over she fired, and over and over he deflected them at her again, all the while inching closer to his former lover.

Now they stood not three meters apart. Four arrows were stuck in her body; all non-vitals, and she barely registered them. Instead, Jon Snow felt each one keenly within him.

One of us is going to die, he realized. Ygritte’s teeth were bared as she nocked another arrow. She would not stop. She would never stop till her bone was dust, for she was a true spearwife.

Jon flung his sword aside. She raised her eyebrows.

“I can’t do this,” he said. “I can’t. I won’t kill you.”

“Pick up your weapon or I will kill you where you stand.”

“No.”

She raised her bow slightly, just enough to let him register the arrow pointed at his throat. This close, and without a weapon, there would be no evading this one.

“Pick up your sword,” she said with gritted teeth.

“No,” he said, and he took a step closer. “I won’t hurt you anymore, Ygritte. I won’t. I would rather die.”

“Pick it up!”

Another step.

“Stop you crow!”

Another step. His tears fell freely now.

“Damn you!”

Now he stood before her, his arms opened wide. The arrow was squared under his jaw and he was at her utter mercy. And he saw the wetness on her cheeks as well.

Jon Snow abandoned all caution and fell to his knees, letting himself fall forward onto her.

The arrow never came. It was her arms which wrapped around him as her bow clattered to the side. Their bodies quaked together.

Jon Snow was home.