The Wild Wolf

The youngest son of Eddard Stark and Catelyn Tully. "All I want is for my family to be safe and if that means I have to take the life of another then so be it." This is a semi- independent blog for Mafia! AU Rickon Stark.

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i see your wolf dog fetched a treebranch

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i see your godfather fetched a bromstick. 

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"I don’t think I ever loved you."

"You never loved me."

"You’re not being fair."

"This is the right thing to do, and you know it."

"There’s nothing you can do about it now."

"I just wanted to be your first pick…"

"Did I ever matter?"

"You weren’t meant to get involved."

"Get a grip of yourself."

"I can’t stand to look at you."

"Get out of my sight."

"How dare you talk to me like that!?"

"You make me sick."

"You need to put yourself first."

"I won’t let you give up."

"Why won’t you believe me?"

"Please, just trust me, just this once."

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Through the panic and pain, a small dose of relief flooded his veins as he ran after Bran. His lungs burned, but it was a good burn, it meant he was alive. The sun he cursed moments ago before entering Thieves Row became a welcomed friend. His relief wilted away under...

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Rickon was confused by his brother's apology. Bran hadn't been in the wrong when he yelled for he had every right to. He wanted to tell him that there was no need to apologize but the thought slipped his mind when his older brother grabbed his hand. A wave of affection seared through his veins. Bran had him feeling like a child again and for a moment he could pretend they were kids again and they had yet to learn how cruel the world was.

When Bran let his wrist go, Rickon was tempted to grab his hand not wanting to let that feeling go just yet. Instead he met his brother's gaze grinning, and lied straight through his teeth, "It's nothing an ice pack can't fix." Now that the adrenaline was wearing off the pain in the back of his head was returning with vengeance. That fact was something he was not willing to share with Bran. I can deal with it at home, he thought to himself.

 Rickon knew something was bothering his brother, but Bran rarely ever voice his problems, and he did not want to burden to him more than he already had. In the end it didn't matter that his brother may not open up to him, Rickon was worried about him. "Are you okay?" 

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Leave a “HEY” in my ask box

and i’ll put my ipod on shuffle and tell you your life soundtrack.

LIFE STORY: Opening Credits:  Waking Up:  First Day At School:  Falling In Love:  Fight Song:  Breaking Up:  Life’s OK:  Getting Back Together:  Wedding:   Birth of Child: Final Battle: Death Scene:  Funeral Song:  End Credits:

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Since the moment school ended the day had gone spiraling down. Rickon had to bite his tongue and keep from snapping at the other teenagers who refused to let Bran and him have a chance on the bus. It irked him to no end and he felt the sudden urge to punch one of them,...

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Through the panic and pain, a small dose of relief flooded his veins as he ran after Bran. His lungs burned, but it was a good burn, it meant he was alive. The sun he cursed moments ago before entering Thieves Row became a welcomed friend. His relief wilted away under Bran's glare. It was rare to ever see his older brother furious and guilt clawed at him. He hadn't meant to worry him, he hadn't meant for either of them to get hurt. Family comes first. He screwed up big time, he should have listened to Bran.

Rickon could handle getting hurt, but what if Bran had gotten hurt as well? He's my brother. I'm supposed to protect him. He slipped the brass knuckles off and placed it in his pocket as he walked beside Bran. He had to say something, he couldn't leave it like this. "I'm sorry." Yet those two words weren't enough. They didn't come close to how much he regretted for putting them in headless danger. It didn't matter that they made it out safely, in the end it was danger that could have been avoided if he had listened to Bran.

"I didn't mean to..." Words were never his forte not like they were to Bran and Robb. He relied more on actions to convey what he felt, but so much had changed over the years. It was so much easier when they were younger, when he used to grab Bran's hand or hug him. Rickon didn't know when he became so hesitant to reach out to Bran. Bran, who was closest to his age, who made time for him, who never made him feel like he was forgotten. For the first time in years Rickon reached out to his brother, his hand inches from touching Bran's shoulder, but before making contact he let his hand fall back to his side. "I'll make this up to you... somehow. I promise."          

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The long walk back home was about to begin. Well, for Bran at least, it was more like a long ride back home. He got a call during lunch from his mother apologizing profusely before saying that neither her nor their father was going to be able to pick them up that day. His mother’s voice was laced...

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Since the moment school ended the day had gone spiraling down. Rickon had to bite his tongue and keep from snapping at the other teenagers who refused to let Bran and him have a chance on the bus. It irked him to no end and he felt the sudden urge to punch one of them, but refrained from doing so. He had been taught better than that and didn't want to have to explain to his mother why he did. Luckily Bran and him decided to walk.

Rickon knew he should have voiced against going through Thieves Row, but the heat had gotten to him and the want to reach home soon clouded his judgment. He had momentarily forgotten why he hated walking through alleys until he felt gazes drilling holes on his form. The only time they took this route was with Robb or Jon, but that was years ago and the one time he found himself in an alley...  A chill went down his spine as he remembered the feel of hands wrapped around his throat, squeezing. He gritted his teeth and pushed the memory away. Just concentrate on getting out of here safely. He kept close to Bran.

Halfway through their journey the mug happened. Rickon couldn't move as his body tensed. Anger coursed through his veins as he continued to watch the three large guys rob the poor business man. He clung to that anger desperately. He heard Bran's words, but it didn't make the situation easier. "You're right, we can't." He couldn't walk away. "But we should when we have the chance no matter how small." Rickon reached into his pocket and grasped the brass knuckles he kept with him at all times. "I'd rather try and know I did something to help instead of wondering what if." He slipped on the brass knuckles. "I'm sorry Bran."

Rickon didn't give Bran a chance to respond as he ran forward. He slipped his backpack off and grasped both straps with his hands before swung it with all his might from behind one of the large men and hit him on the head. He had never been more thankful to his teachers assigning him homework that forced him to carry his Geometry, English, and History textbook home. Just as the second one turned to look at him Rickon slammed his foot down on the man's kneecap and punched the man in the throat when he went down.

It was the third man who got him and slammed him against the brick wall, knocked the air out of his lungs and caused the back of his head to hit the brick. For a moment he thought he heard Bran yell as pain exploded in his head, a curse slipped through his lips. His entire world tilted sideways, but went back to straight when he felt the man's hand around his throat, squeezing. His heart constricted. No, no, no. He felt like a seven year old again. Not again! Not again! He scratched at the man's arm, he kicked. Never again! The will to live clawed at him as he reached for the man's head and pushed his thumbs into his eye sockets. The man let out a foul curse as he let go and pressed his palms against his eyes as if trying to ease the pain. Rickon fell to the floor as he struggled to breathe. We have to get out of here. He got up on all fours and crawled. "Go!" He yelled at Bran as he struggled to get on his feet and run to him.    

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He missed their banter, but didn’t know how much until she began to tease him back. “I didn’t know either, but it seems when we hang out I find new things about myself. I don’t know if that’s a good or bad yet." Rickon narrowed his eyes playfully at her before...

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"No, I'm good. I have to lose the calories I gained for practically inhaling the ice-cream." He got up from his seat and stretched his arms above his head. "Thanks the offer though."

"Give Tommen my greetings." He grabbed the empty paper bag Shaggydog held in his teeth and threw it in the trash as he made his  way toward the door. Shaggy left his side and padded toward Myrcella. "If you ever want to hang out or need to vent again you know how to get in contact with me." He said as held the door open and waited for Shaggy to join him. "Drive safely." Rickon smiled at her one last time before they began their journey back home.