Hey there!
So, this story is a far-cry from my usual Doctor Who one-shots that I post every Saturday, but I just couldn't help myself.
I saw Snow White and the Huntsman a few hours ago (two to be precise) with my best friend (who goes by the pen-name of Thea Cullen), and this little drabble popped into my head mid-movie when we realized that the Huntsman didn't have a name. Here's my take on how Snow finds out the Huntsman's name. It's a little fluffy, so beware the fluff, and is set the night before Snow eats the apple.
Stay amazing!
OnyxvanGem
Dedicated to Thea Cullen, who was the one with which I saw this movie, talking through the entire thing. We really irritated the other people in the theater, but it doesn't matter! This is how the story was born!
I own nothing but the idea! (Ha, hadn't had to say that in a loooong time! XD)
Also, I have gotten several reviews telling me his name is not Jim. I wrote this before I knew his name was Eric. I have no intention of changing my story, so please stop telling me. I'm sorry if it sounds rude, I'm just kinda getting fed up.
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Snow White and the Huntsman walked through the snowy forest, William and the dwarves following behind a little ways. Snow was enjoying herself, but the huntsman seemed to be just as moody as he always was. So, on a whim, Snow turned to find out what was wrong.
"Huntsman, are you okay?" she asked quietly. The huntsman ignored her for a moment before shaking his head and looking up at her questioningly.
"Sorry, princess…were you talking to me?"
"Yes, of course I was, Huntsman. Who else here goes by the name of Huntsman?" she asked as if it was obvious. The Huntsman snorted, looking at Snow as if she was crazy. "What?"
"You honestly believe that my name is Huntsman?" he asked. Snow White stared at him for a moment, taken aback. "You did, didn't you? I knew it."
"No, of course I knew your name wasn't Huntsman," she said, her cheeks flushing slightly.
"Well, my name isn't 'Huntsman'. 'Huntsman' is my title," he explained as if he were explaining it to a child. "My name isn't Huntsman, just as your name isn't Princess, that William lad's name isn't Duke, and the dwarves do not go by the name Dwarf. Really now, princess, use your head."
Snow White felt a small wave of embarrassment wash over her. She turned away to storm off and talk to William, who, certainly, wouldn't flat out insult her, when, suddenly, Snow felt a calloused hand grip her wrist.
"My name is Jim," the huntsman said quietly and Snow looked up. She furrowed her eyebrows a little, staring directly into 'Jim's' endlessly blue eyes, unwilling to break the gaze.
"Jim?" she breathed and he nodded.
"That's right. I'm Jim. Jim Jamison. It's nice to meet you," Jim said and Snow breathed a quiet laugh.
"Nice to meet you too, Jim. I'm Snow White." They shook hands.
"Hey, let's set up camp," one of the dwarves suggested and Snow looked away from Jim. It was time to go to sleep now, and Snow would dream that night of a man named Jim.