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This is a really vauge and obscure kind of ask but could you write anything for Styr? The wildling thenn that only was in a few episodes, but he was always interesting to me..
A Wild Heart
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- Summary: You always followed your twin. You even went with him into the heart of the Free Folk territory without a question. And in the process of following Jon, you catch someone’s attention.
- A/N: Nothing is too obscure for me, dear anon. I got you. ❤️
The wind bites as you ride through the snow-covered hills, the cold seeping through every layer of fur and cloth you wear. Jon is beside you, his face hard beneath the shadow of his hood, eyes ever watchful as he scans the land ahead. You've always been the more reckless of the two, your spirit untamed as wild as the lands you now find yourself in. Jon, for all his brooding, has always been the one to pull you back, to keep you grounded when your instincts urge you to run free. But even he can't fully hide the unease in his expression as you venture deeper into the world of the Free Folk.
The air is thick with tension as you arrive at the camp. The smell of smoke and meat drifts toward you, but the eyes that follow your every move are not kind. You feel them sizing you up, wondering what a woman from the south is doing here, with your dark hair that mirrors Jon’s and a face they've learned to distrust.
As you dismount, Jon stays close, a silent reminder of the bond you share, the only constant in this unfamiliar world. But even your brother can’t protect you from the attention of him. You feel it before you even see him—Styr, the Magnar of Thenn. His gaze burns like a brand as it settles on you, piercing through the layers of snow and distance. There's something unsettling about the way he watches you, something raw and primal.
You’ve heard the stories, of course. The Thenns are not like the other Free Folk. They have a culture of their own, strict and unyielding, and Styr is their leader, their Magnar. His name carries weight, whispered with both fear and respect among the people of the North. But none of that truly prepares you for his presence in the flesh.
When you finally lock eyes with him, it's as if the world stills. He’s tall, impossibly so, his body draped in furs, his head bald and his face marked with deep, harsh lines that speak of a life of constant struggle. His eyes, though—those cold, sharp eyes—are what pin you in place. There’s no warmth in them, but there’s something else. Interest.
Jon stiffens beside you, his hand falling casually to the hilt of his sword, but you know better than to show fear. You meet Styr’s gaze, refusing to look away even though every part of you screams to do so. You will not be cowed, not by anyone, least of all by this Magnar who seems to think he can read you like a map.
"Your sister," Styr says, his voice rough and low, directed at Jon. "She has fire in her."
Jon’s eyes narrow, but he doesn’t speak, waiting for you to answer for yourself. You straighten, squaring your shoulders, your breath coming out in visible puffs of air as you take a step forward, closer to Styr.
"I have more than fire," you reply, your voice steady, though your heart hammers in your chest. "I have steel too."
A small smile, more a curl of the lips than anything else, tugs at the corner of Styr’s mouth. "A bold one. We’ll see how long that fire lasts beyond the Wall."
It’s a challenge, and you know it. You feel Jon's concern in the air between you, but you press forward, unwilling to shrink in the face of this man’s provocation. "It'll last as long as it needs to."
There’s a flicker of something in Styr’s expression—amusement, maybe—but it passes as quickly as it came. His eyes sweep over you once more, a slow, deliberate appraisal, before he turns and gestures for the others to follow him.
Jon moves to walk beside you, his steps heavy with warning. "You don’t want to get too close to him," he mutters under his breath. "The Thenns... they’re different."
You glance at your brother, seeing the worry etched in his brow. "I can handle myself, Jon."
He doesn’t reply, but the tension between you remains. Jon is your twin, the one who’s always tried to protect you, even when you didn’t ask for it. But you’ve never needed saving, not from men like Styr, or from anyone else.
Later, when the camp settles and the fires burn low, you feel Styr’s eyes on you again. This time, he doesn’t try to hide it. He approaches you with the slow, deliberate movements of a predator sizing up its prey.
"You think you’re strong," he says quietly, his voice barely more than a growl. "But strength in these lands is not the same as in the South."
You lift your chin, defiant. "Then I'll learn."
He steps closer, so close that you can feel the heat of his body despite the cold, and your heart skips a beat. There’s something dangerous in his proximity, something that stirs beneath your skin, a tension you can't name.
"You will," Styr murmurs, his gaze never leaving yours. "Because if you don’t, you won’t survive."
His words linger in the air between you, a promise as much as a threat. You don’t flinch, don’t look away. Instead, you hold his gaze, the fire inside you burning all the brighter for the challenge he represents.
In the silence that follows, you realize something that both excites and unnerves you: Styr, the Magnar of Thenn, doesn’t want to break your fire. He wants to feed it.
- A Wild Heart - You always followed your twin. You even went with him into the heart of the Free Folk territory without a question. And in the process of following Jon, you catch someone’s attention. - mild 13+
