she smelled of iliacs and gooseberris.

Jon narrowed his eyes. “You knew my father?”

“Aye, knew him well. Fought with him on the English coast.”

Jon felt his mouth go dry. “You were there?” he asked. He swallowed and glanced at the reins still in his hands. Between his legs, his stallion moved with impatience.

“I was there,” Davos nodded solemnly, “an’ I know of t’ wealth we left behind. Jon-” he spoke swiftly, stopping him before he could ask the question, “I never knew you’ mother. Do not ask me ‘bout her. All I know is how t’ get there and back.”

“One axe will get neither of us back,” Jon said slowly, still his mind was elsewhere. It was lingering on the image of his father - how different he must have looked on the battlefield to what he looked from home. All Jon knew was the gentle man that Eddard had been the last years of his life.

“You’ve no ears?” Davos asked, forcing Jon back to the present. As he eyed the old man, Davos smiled. “Aye boy - when you mentioned raidin’, mine heartbeat was not the only one to quicken. There are many men here who do not respect your brother. ‘Tis what you said - he is soft. He is a hare, but you-” Davos pointed to Jon, his chopped finger grazing his chest, “-you’re a beast, boy. A wolf. That’s someone we can follow.”

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Here’s a little teaser of the Jonerys!Viking AU project @dracoignisworld and I are working on! It’s going to be much longer than anything we’ve done before and this is just a tiny snippet of some of the characters that will be involved.

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