A/N: Well I recently got ridiculously obsessed with Game of Thrones that I had to write something. I adore the Stark family so much and it hurts every time I think about them (I am always going to be in denial about Ned and Robb. ALWAYS) so I decided to write a sort of short fanfic about my favourite Starks. It is completely fan material with very little plot, just lots of family fluff and some hurt/comfort. I have already FINISHED – yes you heard me FINISHED (bad track record) this piece and I shall post it in 12 short parts, posting one new part a day hopefully. So yeah hope you enjoy. Also I know the events are totally non-canon and I basically crapped over the map of Westeros to get this to work the way I wanted, so yeah. Whatevers! Family fluff!

Noxious Snow

Part 1

"Watch your footing brother, you don't want that Greyjoy taking advantage," Robb Stark advised as he watched intently from the side-lines of the sparring match between Jon Snow and Theon Greyjoy. It was needless to say that he was already rooting for his younger half-brother rather than the self-proclaimed master of promiscuity in all his arrogance; it really wasn't exactly a competition to pick favourites. With sharp eyes fixated on the quick moving combat and arms folded in concentration, Robb continued to verbalize every flaw Jon was making while giving helpful hints and the not so occasional praise when he slipped in a hit to his opponent. The match went on as the sound of clashing blunt swords echoed throughout the practice court between ragged pants and the crunching of dirt as boots quickly changed their position between stances. Theon cracked a smirk as he swung his blade horizontally through the air, only managing to the cut the space between as Jon gracefully arched his upper body out the blade's reach, twice, as the second swing was just as easily predicted to come from the aggressive attacker. As Theon went for the third repetitive strike, Jon swerved his body around the end of the sword letting it stab an empty spot as he impulsively grabbed hold of Theon's arm and plunged a strike from his own sword down, knocking the other's weapon from his fingers, disarming him. With a precise and strong movement, Jon kicked the back of Theon's knee, forcing him onto the ground before finalizing his victory by holding his blade up to Theon's throat.

"I win," Jon grinned, holding his position for a few extra seconds just too really rub in his triumph before finally retreating. Spinning the blade around in his hand Jon took notice of the scowl that plagued Theon's features as he picked himself off the floor and dusted himself off before – like a child throwing a tantrum – kicked the dirt at his feet after stomping a foot on the ground.

"Well done brother," Robb praised, clapping his hands. Blue eyes gleamed with pride as he patted Jon on the shoulder. Smiling, Jon placed the blunted sword back in the rack along with the other various sized blades feeling the adrenaline rush starting to simmer away.

"So how does it feel Snow, to finally become a woman – I mean man," Theon mocked picking himself up off the floor, clearly referring to Jon's long curly hair. He was always such a sore loser, that, and having such a foul tongue never really went all that well together in times like these.

"I don't know Greyjoy how does it feel to finally become a man? The only other man I see here is Robb," Jon retorted turning around in one fluid motion and placing his hands on his hips, barely finding an insult in Theon's ridicule, having gotten far too used to the man. Theon's eyebrows crumpled as he took a livid step closer to the other male, "watch it bastard, I'm older than both you and Robb," he snarled, gritting his teeth. In no longer than another breath, Theon was face to face with Jon who looked utterly unimpressed and not even the slightest bit intimidated by the invasion of personal space at the male he literally just beat in combat.

"Don't call him that Theon," Robb sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. He had heard this nickname one too many times. Despite its truth he still didn't find it appropriate for someone he cared so deeply about, especially when the word still so clearly hurt Jon even if he didn't show it.

"Why not? It is what he is after all, Lord Stark's enormous," Theon leant closer not noticing Robb straighten up beside them, "filthy," he spat the word out as Jon's eyes broke contact with Theon's to look over his head at the new visitor, "mistake."

"And what Theon is my enormous filthy mistake?" Lord Stark questioned raising an eyebrow, giving his signature scolding look. Theon froze, the colour from his face drained as he swallowed hard, which seemed to amuse both Jon and Robb.

"Well?" Ned continued. Choking on words, Theon turned around with a jitter in his step. With a gaze that was locked on the floor, he shook his head vigorously, "n-nothing my Lord…I was just…taking my leave," he stuttered before darting off in a direction that didn't mean cruel punishment for insulting the great Lord Stark of Winterfell. Eddard Stark paid little attention to the leave of his ward before turning his sight to Jon by gracing his face with a warm smile.

"And how is my son on his eighteenth name day?" Lord Stark placed a hand on Jon's shoulder while the other was purposely out of sight behind him.

"I'm good, thank you father," Snow answered crisply mirroring his father's expression.

"That's good to hear, I have something for you," Ned stepped back to reveal the present he had been hiding. Holding it flat out in his palms to show its great length and it's ivory carved wolf at the hilt, Jon's dusky grey eyes lit up as he took in the view of the glittering Valyrian steel that burnt brightly in the sun's glorious light. Snow felt his jaw go slack as it took him all the control he could muster to not let his mouth fall agape to this amazing, completely out of his league gift.

"There is no use just staring at it, take it," Eddard chuckled urging the item forwards. Finally breaking eye contact with the sword, Jon looked up at his father with some rare form of disbelief before shaking his head, "I can't accept this."

Taken back by Jon's reaction Ned frowned, "and why not?"

"Father, this is such a lordly gift, wouldn't it serve better suited giving it to your true heir rather than your bastard son?" Although it hurt to say such words and to turn down a gift that Snow would definitely be more than willing to accept under other circumstances, he knew he had no choice.

"Is that what this about? You may not be a Stark by name Jon, but you are a Stark by blood and that makes you every bit apart of this family as Robb. I am giving you this sword because you are a great swordsman and you deserve a weapon that will complement your skills," Lord Stark clarified not backing down on the matter. Snow's eyes shot towards Robb who was stood beside him, expecting to see maybe a glimmer of envy or anger but he found nothing but a reassuring smile that too urged him to take the lordly gift.

"Don't worry about Robb, Jon, I have discussed this with him and he agrees with me on this," Ned explicated as Snow looked to his brother for further assurance.

"You are a better swordsman than me Jon, but I'm a better lancer," Robb added with a quiet chuckle, nudging his half-brother on the shoulder. Feeling certain and reassured, Snow slowly raised his hands, treasuring the moment as he took up the dazzling sword feeling its weight and balance. With a step back he turned to his side giving his new weapon a few swings to try it out in motion finding it perfect to wield. His face brightened up exponentially, "thank you so much, father," he beamed with merriment in his voice.

"You're welcome Jon, now how about we go to dinner to celebrate the rest of this day with a feast? Oh and make sure you both eat well, you'll need the energy," with that, Lord Stark headed back into castle with a small grin tugging at his lips.

"I wonder what he meant by that," Robb uttered standing at Jon's side.

A/N: Hope you enjoyed this short little bit, if so a small comment would be highly appreciated (it would be nice to get at least one comment before I finish it all . lol)