TRAINING THUNDER WITH EGG
PAIRING: Egg x Dunk’s Sister (Fraternal / Growing Bond) WORDCOUNT: ~1600 words TAGS / WARNINGS: #Fluff #SiblingEnergy #FriendlyCompetition #TourneyAshford #HorseTraining #InnocentBond #LightAngst #DunkAndEgg SUMMARY: After the first joust at Ashford, Egg and Dunk’s sister slip away to the camp where the trio sleeps. There, with Thunder, they begin a playful training session that quickly turns into a friendly competition. Between laughter, teasing, and determination, their bond grows stronger than ever.
The roar of the crowd still echoed faintly across the Ashford fields when the first joust ended. The clash of lances, the thunder of hooves, the cheers it all lingered in the air like the last sparks of a fire.
Egg could barely contain himself.
“Did you see the way he leaned before impact?” he said breathlessly, practically bouncing as he walked beside Dunk’s sister. “If he had adjusted his balance just a little more ”
She laughed softly. “You sound like you were the one riding.”
“I will be,” Egg said quickly, lifting his chin with stubborn pride.
They had slipped away from the spectators once the crowd shifted toward the next match. Dunk was busy speaking to another hedge knight, leaving the two of them free to wander back toward the modest camp where the trio slept.
Thunder, Dunk’s massive warhorse, stood tied near their tent, lazily flicking his tail.
The moment Thunder saw them approach, he huffed softly.
Egg’s eyes lit up.
“Can we?” he asked eagerly.
She tilted her head, pretending to consider it seriously. “Only if you don’t fall and embarrass yourself.”
“I never fall.”
“You fell yesterday.”
“That was different.”
She grinned.
“Oh? And how exactly was it different, Your Grace?” she teased softly, knowing full well he stiffened whenever she joked about his secret title.
Egg blushed faintly. “Don’t call me that.”
“Then don’t act like it.”
He huffed but he was smiling.
They approached Thunder together. She stroked the horse’s neck gently.
“Easy, Thunder,” she murmured. “We’re borrowing you.”
Egg moved to the other side, trying to mirror her calm confidence.
“You’re too stiff,” she observed. “Horses feel that.”
“I am not stiff.”
“You look like you’re about to charge into battle.”
“Well… maybe I am.”
She rolled her eyes playfully.
“First lesson: breathe.”
She stepped closer behind him, gently adjusting his shoulders. “Relax here. If you’re tense, Thunder will be tense.”
Egg swallowed, trying very hard not to freeze at the closeness.
He inhaled slowly.
Thunder snorted but remained calm.
“Better,” she said approvingly.
Egg’s chest puffed slightly.
“See? I told you.”
She smirked. “You needed me to tell you.”
He mounted first with effort. He was still small for his age, and Thunder was enormous. She steadied the stirrup for him.
Once seated, he looked proud beyond reason.
“Now what?” he asked.
“Now,” she said, stepping back with her hands on her hips, “you try not to slide off.”
He glared down at her.
“I will not slide off.”
Thunder took a few steps as Egg gently urged him forward. The movement was heavier than a training pony powerful, commanding.
Egg’s face lit up.
“He listens!”
“Because he’s kind,” she corrected. “Not because you’re good.”
“I am good!”
“Oh?” She folded her arms. “Prove it.”
That was all it took.
Egg nudged Thunder into a slightly faster pace, circling around the camp area. Not fast enough to be dangerous but enough to feel thrilling.
“Careful!” she called. “You’re leaning too far forward!”
“I’m not!”
“You are!”
He adjusted immediately.
She smiled softly.
When he finally slowed, she approached again, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“My turn.”
Egg narrowed his eyes.
“You’ll fall.”
She gasped theatrically. “You dare?”
She mounted with far more ease than he had light and balanced. Thunder seemed to respond naturally to her.
Egg crossed his arms.
“That doesn’t count. You’re taller.”
“That’s not how horses work.”
She nudged Thunder forward, guiding him through a slow, controlled circle.
Egg watched carefully competitive fire sparking in his chest.
“Faster,” he challenged.
She glanced at him.
“You sure?”
“Yes.”
Her grin widened and Thunder moved into a quicker trot.
Egg’s competitive spirit ignited fully.
“That’s not even fast!”
“Oh? Then what is?”
She leaned slightly, adjusting her balance effortlessly.
Egg stepped closer, eyes sharp.
“If you were in a joust, you’d need stronger legs.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Is that so, little knight?”
He froze at the teasing tone.
“I’m not little.”
“You are.”
“I am not.”
She laughed and Thunder gave a stronger huff, sensing the energy.
“Alright,” she said, slowing the horse. “Let’s make this interesting.”
Egg’s eyes gleamed.
“How?”
“Balance challenge.”
She dismounted and handed him the reins.
“Stand in the stirrups while Thunder walks.”
Egg blinked.
“That’s dangerous.”
“You just said you never fall.”
He stared at her.
She tilted her head innocently.
Competitive silence.
Then,
“Fine.”
He climbed back up.
Thunder began walking slowly under her guidance.
Egg carefully rose in the stirrups, wobbling slightly.
She tried not to laugh.
“I’m steady,” he insisted.
“You’re shaking.”
“I am not shaking!”
Thunder shifted slightly.
Egg wobbled harder.
She reached instinctively, steadying his leg.
“Careful!”
He caught himself barely.
When he finally sat back down, breathless, she clapped once.
“Impressive.”
Egg blinked.
“Really?”
“Yes. You didn’t quit.”
That mattered more than winning.
He hesitated.
“Your turn.”
She smiled slowly.
“Oh?”
“You think you’re better.”
“I don’t think. I know.”
He scoffed but there was admiration in his eyes.
She mounted again and rose into the stirrups as Thunder walked.
She wobbled once.
Egg immediately stepped closer.
“See?”
She shot him a look.
“Quiet.”
Thunder flicked his ears.
She steadied herself but not as easily as she had hoped.
Egg grinned triumphantly.
“You’re shaking.”
“I am not.”
“You are.”
The irony was not lost on either of them.
When she finally sat down again, slightly flushed, they stared at each other.
Then both burst into laughter.
Not mocking.
Not cruel.
Just pure, shared joy.
“You almost fell,” Egg said between breaths.
“You almost did too.”
“But I didn’t.”
“Neither did I.”
Competitive.
But kind.
Thunder snorted loudly, as if judging them both.
They took turns again pushing a little further each time. Faster circles. Sharper turns. Testing balance. Testing nerve.
Not reckless.
Just enough to feel brave.
Eventually they collapsed into the grass, side by side, Thunder grazing nearby.
Egg stared up at the sky.
“One day,” he said quietly, “I’ll ride in a real joust.”
She turned her head toward him.
“I know.”
“You don’t think I’m too small?”
She considered that.
“You are small.”
He groaned.
“But you’re stubborn. And you learn fast.”
He smiled faintly.
“That’s good?”
“That’s very good.”
A quiet breeze passed over them.
“You get competitive,” she added lightly.
“So do you.”
“I was testing you.”
“I was testing you.”
They both smiled again.
Egg turned slightly toward her.
“When you cheer for Ser Lyonel…” he began carefully, “…you don’t cheer that loud for me.”
She blinked with surprised.
“Egg…”
He looked away quickly.
“I’m not jealous.”
“You sound jealous.”
“I’m not!”
She studied him for a moment.
Then she gently nudged his shoulder.
“You’re my little knight,” she said softly. “That’s different.”
He frowned slightly.
“Different how?”
“When I cheer for him, it’s for the show.”
She tapped his chest lightly.
“When I cheer for you, it’s because I believe you’ll get there.”
Egg went very still.
“Oh.”
Thunder shifted closer, lowering his head near them.
She smiled.
“You don’t need a crowd,” she added gently. “You just need someone who knows you can.”
Egg swallowed, eyes bright.
“I’ll beat you next time.”
She laughed.
“You can try.”
He turned on his side, propping himself up.
“Tomorrow. After the next joust.”
“You’re on.”
They shook hands dramatically as if sealing a knightly oath.
In the distance, the sound of the next match’s cheers rose again.
But here, near their small tent, it was quieter.
Safer.
Egg looked at her one last time before standing.
“I won today.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“Oh?”
“I didn’t fall.”
She stood too, brushing grass from her skirt.
“Neither did I.”
He smirked.
“Rematch tomorrow.”
She smiled back.
“Rematch tomorrow.”
And as they led Thunder back toward the tethering post, both of them knew something had shifted , not into romance, not into rivalry .
But into something steady.
A bond built on laughter.
On competition without cruelty.
On belief.
And for the first time that day, Egg wasn’t thinking about princes, or tournaments, or other knights.
He was thinking about tomorrow.
And how he would stand taller.
Because she would be watching.
A/N : Here's my last imagine of Egg and sister reader of Dunk. Hope you like it ! Don't forget to LIKE, SHARE & SUBSCRIBE ! Lot of Love ! ❤️❤️❤️
