Winter Is Coming

by Kagirinai-Eternal

The Stark words: "Winter is coming". But Jon wasn't a Stark. He was a Snow. A bastard. A brother to the heirs of Winterfell and a Brother of the Watch. He was a warg and a Wildling. And, unknown, but most important, he was Winter's champion.

10. 10: BUNNYMUND

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Disclaimer: Sadly, I am not the genius behind A Song of Ice & Fire, nor one of the ones behind Rise of the Guardians. All I own is my own insanity, which I claim proudly and fully blame for this convoluted mess.

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Chapter Ten: BUNNYMUND

The sun beat down mercilessly, coaxing beads of sweat onto his forehead. Grumbling to himself, Bunnymund raised an arm to wipe the moisture away, flinching as skin met skin. If someone had told him a week ago that he would be transported to another world and stuck in the body of a human, he would have called them a ratbag liar and probably threatened them with his boomerangs. And, yet, here he was, walking through a forsaken desert, leading a horse and cart and looking very, very human. He shuddered, the feeling traveling up in phantom pains to his ears that were no longer there. He had nothing against humans, as a whole, but that did not mean he wanted to be one. They were gangly, awkward creatures; he had lost track of how many times he had tripped over his feet, subconsciously trying to walk on his toes. Enough to fracture his fragile patience, he knew that much. His temper was not helped by Tooth's endless chatter behind him, her tongue rolling through a language he did not know.

"Oi, Tooth. If you're gonna' talk the whole time, at least teach the ankle-biter English. Can't help feelin' like you're talkin' 'bout me."

There was a long pause, and then Tooth spoke up sweetly. "I would never do something like that, Bunny."

"Why don't I believe ya?"

"Because you're grumpy and hot and trying to teach yourself how to walk again."

"I can walk jus' fine," he protested, stumbling as his heels unconsciously rose once more. Tooth at least had the decency to mask her laughter behind false coughs, but the little ankle-biter chuckled openly. Despite himself, Bunny couldn't stop the faint smile the sound brought to his face.

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A/N: *kicks this chapter around until it's bloody and unrecognizable* Ugh. I hate this one; so freakin' bad. So I'm going to blame it on churning out so many chapters today and hope you'll forgive me. And on the fact that poor Bunny is trapped behind language barriers, because my firm head-canon is that Westerosi and English are not the same thing.