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Summary: "Don't be scared." Will was holding onto the dragon’s massive head like it was the only thing holding the beast back from burning Mike into a crisp. He probably was. "Get closer, he won't attack you. Cleryon's just anxious."
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(A collection of drabbles featuring Stranger Things/HoD-GoT fandom fusion).
Notes:
#1: This is your fault @jazz-penguin. <3
#2: I’m sorry for any clichés or english mistakes.
#3: Title inspired by Maester Aemon's quote: "What is honor compared to a woman's love? What is duty against the feel of a newborn son in your arms . . . or the memory of a brother's smile? Wind and words. Wind and words. We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy."
I had a dream last night that all of your fix it’s for Westeros happened in the same verse, dream logic smoothed out the kinks. But, woo, that was fascinating, especially when it brought in a time travel fix. I think the people who were the same person ended up being twins or some such? I’m really not sure how it fit the Avengers fix in, given it happens a generation before the others. The Time Travel really made things weird.
... So Westeros probably exploded, yeah? Given that there were at least 3 versions of Jon Snow running around even without counting the original... that poor continent.
Magnus can’t believe Alec walked him and his team--their friends, Simon, Maia, Luke just to mention a few-- to their deaths, only to prove a theory of dead man walking.
Turns out it was true if the letter he received by raven was anything to go by. And now they were on the brink of death.
Not if he had anything to say about it, Magnus thought.
Catarina’s yelling pulls him out of his worrisome musings.
“You can’t go,” she tells him as he approaches his dragons, giving them time to wake up but silently urging them, eager to reach Alec and their friends, before it’s too late. He doesn't even want to think about that. Magnus ignores her and gets close to Asmo.
Catarina tries to reason with him. “The most important person in the world can’t fly off to the most dangerous place in the world. You can’t win the throne if you’re dead.”
He turns around to face her, back straight and tone defiant, with a hint of fear, for their friends, for Alec, who has been unexpected support and source of everything he didn’t know he needed.
“And what would you have me to do!?,” he screamed at his counselor. “To stay here and do nothing?”
“Sometimes nothing it’s the hardest thing to do,” Catarina screams back. “If you die, we’re all lost. Everyone, everything we’ve worked for, Your Grace.”
Magnus takes a deep breath to center himself. “You told me to do nothing before and I listened to you. I’m not doing something again. I’m not one to stay here and do nothing.”
With that, Magnus turns around and climbs on Asmo’s back, looking back at Faya and Asrael, his other dragons to check they’re in sync.
“Sōvegon.” Fly.
With a shriek, the dragons approach the edge of the cliff at the command and launch themselves into the sky, taking them and Magnus to probably the most dangerous place in the world, to save the stupidest man in the world and his friends.
Magnus only hopes he isn’t late.
Distantly, the image of Catarina standing on the edge of the cliff watching him fly to certain death and probably throwing everything they’ve worked for, sears in his mind.
He also hopes he doesn’t die.
The deafening sound of the white walker's grunts and his friends screams of battle is probably the last thing Alec is going to hear before he dies.
They’re crowded on a little cliff, white walkers everywhere and trying to climb to get to them. Fighting simultaneously, their swords and hits trying to delay the threat, waiting for a miracle to happening.
For Magnus to come to their aid.
Maybe the raven didn’t make it in time. Maybe Magnus won’t come, after all, he owes them nothing. Maybe he’s coming and won’t make it, either. There are too many possibilities.
The only thing he knows for sure it’s that he’s going to die, here, with his friends, at the mercy of the supernatural.
Alec takes a deep breath and grips his sword tighter, resolved on not going down without a fight.
Is in that moment with walkers approaching and back to back with his friends, when he hears it and feels every single hair in his body stand despite the freezing temperatures. Just in time, he crunches down for fire and roars to fill their surroundings, dragons burning every white walker in their path.
He looks up and sees Magnus riding Asmo, while also commanding his other dragons, Faya and Asrael. It’s inexpressable, the feeling he gets watching Magnus in all his majestic glory, circling the icy field and incinerating the enemy.
He gives another lap and then burns a path towards them, burning any walker that dared to stand in his way. Asmo roars, crawling his way up the cliff--don’t ask Alec how-- and spits fire to all the walkers behind them.
It’s time to leave.
Everyone gathers their weapons and bags--and the walker they’re taking as evidence-- as Alec gets closer to the dragon, minding the fire coming out of his mouth. Just then, Magnus peeks over and he lets out a breath of relief at seeing Alec unharmed.
He offers his gloved hand to Alec, to pull him up on Asmo’s back and Alec lets himself feel hope for the first time since the attack started, looking up at Magnus’s determined expression and his stretched hand.
Fic title thingy. Because I have one more. "Men of Ice." Also, you're amazing and I'm very intimidated by your amazingness.
Men of Ice. Okay, so I read this and I immediately went “Men of Ice...and Fire.” So this would def be a GoT fusion fic.
You’d have Steve going up to the wall to chase after Bucky, only for the both of them to get frozen in some mystical pond on the other side of the wall and unthawed on accident decades later. Peggy could be the wife Steve leaves behind, who through some kind of ice magic, slows down the progression of her aging. She never gives up on her quest to find Steve. She’s the leader of a tribe of warrior women, who make their homes in the forests of the frozen north, forever searching for Steve Rogers. Darcy is the ward of Lord Anthony Stark. (Eh? Starks in Winterfell, ehhh?). She doesn’t know her true parentage, and is thus raised as a bastard. She runs away to the capital to become a handmaid to the queen. She finds out through careful perusal of the library that her true father was none other than Bruce Banner, former court physician, who was banished in disgrace for experimentation, and rumored to have done the worst of the experimenting on himself. Her mother, Lady Elizabeth of House Ross is since remarried and refuses to meet with Darcy for months. When she finally meets her mother, Darcy discovers the plot of the king to eradicate her father’s line from existance. The experiments Banner had done might not have been as bad as the records made them seem, and there is the small matter of the prophecy. If Darcy were to marry a man of ice, a man out of his time, their children would bring about the fall of the king’s rule. And bring peace to their lands. Unfortunately, she has no idea how to find a man of ice and out of time.
Meanwhile, Steve and Bucky emerge from the frozen pond. Bucky is carted away by the brotherhood of the Hydra, and Steve is left for dead, only to be found by a group of people living north of the wall. He is soon reunited with Peggy, and together with his newfound army, they march on the brotherhood of the Hydra to save Bucky from their clutches.
Darcy escapes in the dead of night back to House Stark in the north, only to come face to face with the famed Steve Rogers of legend, once thought dead, but alive again. And seated to his left? James Barnes, a man with blue eyes like ice, an arm made of metal, freshly thawed from ice and completely out of his time.
