Probably he was going to be beaten or killed. But, that was a woman that was worthy to die for. He walked, straight to her, and smiled at her sight. For fuck sake, she was magnificent. Like one of this giant beasts from the north. There she was, with her amazing size, her powerful arms able to break a man in half.
Brienne turned towards the ginger bearded man and a smirk of disgust twisted her lips. She rolled her eyes annoyed. He didn't notice her signs of disaproval... What signs? She was able to break him in half if he annoyed her. He will know if he was anoying her. That's something he liked about her too: she was not subtle. Everything was cristal clear with her. And cristal-clearly she haven't shown a single drop of interest in him.
"Madam, I have to speak clear to you".
Brienne raised her eyebrows considering it. Finally, she grunted: "Speak".
Tormund tried not to think too much what to say, it will probably spoil any possibility he had to not be killed.
"You are not a woman that can be seduced", he started.
Brienne tilted her head and frown. Was that an insult?
"You are powerful, for fuck sake! So powerful! Not only your arms", he stared at the rest of her with an admirative grunt. "Your will can not be bent with petty stupid compliments or presents, like flowers or pretty dresses. Flowers... What use can you give them? They can not even be eaten!"
Brienne crossed her arms on her chest and cut his wandering thoughts. "Finish your speak". Tormund looked her back in the eye.
"Noone will ever seduce you, madam. Your will is too strong for that, and, fuck, it makes me horny.
Brienne was too surprised to answer, so he took her silence for an invitation to carry on with his wise talk.
"You will be the one to choose who is worthy, without considering any of all this stupid things like poetry or flowers".
"Why are you telling me this? What do you want?"
"I want to have children with you, I want to be close to you... live a life close to the most amazing woman I have ever met. But I know it's not my decision".
Brienne looked him in the eyes, hard stare and frowned brow.
"Are you finish?"
Yes", grunted Tormund. "I will go have some beers".
And he turned away.
"Stop!"
Not a drop of kindness or diplomacy, more like a barked order. The ginger bearded man turned to her voice. She took a step towards him and uncrossed her arms. Her expression was still hard and distant.
"What are you doing this evening?"
He didn't think so much the answer.
"Anything you want me to do, madam."
"Lets have dinner alone and talk."
He smiled openly.
"I can cook. Stew is my best"
She approved with a nod.
"I will bring mead, then"
"Perfect"
With another nod, she turned around to resume her activities. Tormund walked to the common quarters. He was going to need a lot of persuasion to kick out of the kitchen the chef, but, for fuck sake, he was going to make the best stew of his life, even if he had to kill someone to add it to the ingredients.
"Let's hope that won't be necessary"