A Son of Ice and Fire

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Chapter 12: Twin turmoil

Tuffnut

The waves had been calm since we had left Meereen. Johann's dull stories had made the journey feel so much longer than it was. We'd spent the first few days hearing the trader babble on about tales of mystery and adventure of his many travels and smiling on, but as days turned to weeks it was now nothing but white noise above the constant roars of the ocean. Despite its large size, there were only five or so crew members who were manning the ship and it was going so slowly it was driving me insane. Me, Ruff and Dagur even offered to help to get us home quicker, but Johann said we were guests on board so refused the request to help.

"I can't handle this anymore Ruff! We've been onboard for weeks now and some days it's like we're moving backwards." I stomped around the room, slamming my hand on the desk.

"Calm down. Calm down. We'll be at Pentos by the start of next week. From there we can hitch our way back to Westeros and be back in no time." Ruff walked over trying to confort me, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"Ughhhhh." I growled at her, "this ship is the worst, I'd rather be back in the pits."

"Stop being such a baby, we'll be back home soon."

"Why are you so excited to go home all of a sudden? What they did to us? What is there for us anymore? Don't say that you're going back for him?"

"Tuff just shut up. That has nothing to do with him. You know that is in the past." I could see the tears growing in her eyes, but as she shook her head her stern expression returned.

"He'll have moved on, you should do the same. I'm sure Dagur would be very happy to be your rebound."

"HOW DARE YOU! After all I have ever done for you, sacrificed for you. Don't pull that card on me brother. I'm warning you."

I could see her anger, her face pulsing red as she growled. Her long, knotted hair locked with mine as we butted heads. "ALL YOU'VE DONE FOR ME. IS THAT RIGHT SISTER?"

"IS THAT RIGHT? IS THAT RIGHT? WITHOUT YOU I WOULD STILL BE AT HOME. I WOULD STILL HAVE A LIFE. I WOULD STILL HAVE FINN. My Finn. YOU TOOK HIM FROM ME."

I couldn't help chuckling, obviously a bad move as Ruff pulled back then struck me in the face with a strong right hand. As I lay on the floor holding my mouth as the blood from the split lip dripped through my fingers, Ruff came again. I scuttled back, but the wall was at my back. I'd never seen her like this, even when we were forced to leave home. The rage in her eyes. her hands shaking, but still clenched into fists.

"YOU'VE COST ME EVERYTHING." Ruff yelled. Her arm primed to strike again. I didn't even resist, just sat there to take it. A left, then a right hit my cheeks as she just screamed out. I could feel my head spinning, everything fading to black. I saw her pull back once more. This was the last one I could take. As she swung I saw an arm grab her waist and pull her away. Her knuckles skimming off of my skin instead of the direct impact she had planned. She kicked and yelled, beating the arm, and fighting it. I saw her brake free and charge. One final blow and I was gone. Out to all but the darkness.


Ruffnut

"STOP. JUST STOP RUFF." The voice from behind followed by the man's arm grasping at my waist again dragging me back. I kicked and fought again, but his second arm stopped me in my tracks. I turned to Dagur who was restraining me back. "That little bastard will pay for what he has took from me. The life I can never have now. It was all his fault. "

I turned back to Tuff, slouched against the wall. "IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT. YOU HEAR ME? YOU HEAR ME?"

There was no response. It was only then I saw his hands dropped to his side. He hadn't even fought. His usual smug grin lay flat, blood soaking his lips and chin. Scratches and marks over both sides of his face. I did this. Me. I just did this. My feet lost all hold and I fell, only the arms wrapped round me breaking my fall. My hands shaking, the drips of blood falling off of them and splashing onto the wooden floor. This was Tuff's blood. On me. What have I done?

"TUFF! TUFF! SPEAK TO ME. SPEAK TO ME."

The arm around me released and I rushed over to Tuff, shaking his head as the tears rolled down my face. I pulled him close to me, my hands still shaking as I ran my trembling fingers through his hair, then onto his face as I tried to hold his chin up.

"TUFF PLEASE. PLEASE. I DIDNT MEAN IT. IT WAS NEVER YOUR FAULT. NEVER." I turned to face Dagur, pleading him to help, "HELP HIM, PLEASE HELP HIM," the tears still flowing, forming a small puddle soaking slowly into the floorboards. "HELP HIM."

Dagur ran over and picked Tuff up, whisking him up across the room and up the stairs to a bed. I was till sat there, staring down as the puddle tinted red with the blood dripping from the fingers. The reflection of the monster who did this staring back. What even am I? Who would do something like this? Who could even want to be near a monster like me? May the Lord of light forgive me, I know Tuff never will.

I slept there that night, as a punishment to myself for the horrors I had committed. Shamed to the core I cried myself to sleep.


"Come on, your brother wants to see you." I rose my head from the wood and looked up to see Dagur standing in the doorway. He was still dressed in the dirty brown tunic from the night before, patched red in several places with blood.

"How is he?" I asked gingerly. I've lost my temper many times at Tuff but never anywhere near this far. I'd just about got over my old life, but bringing up Finn and all I lost back home drew something demonic out of me. That wasn't me. I was starting to like Dagur. His smile, his company. But I'd ruined everything. Mission accomplished for a Thorston. I couldn't look up. I wouldn't see the look in his eyes. The look of disappointment. I couldn't face that.

"He's fine, better if he sees you."

"What, so I can break some bones this time. Maybe paralyze him. Kill him. Why would he even want to see me after what I did?" I could feel the tears building, but after yesterday there was nothing coming out.

I was laying down facing the wall, trying to curl up into a corner and disappear from the world. I closed my eyes and hoped he'd just leave. I couldn't face him. Then I felt it as his hand grabbed mine. He gripped it and just held it there, "I'm here, just let me in."

"Why don't you hate me," I sniveled, "I hate me, I can't brush that off as a mistake. I nearly killed him." I sat up and turned to face him, "I nearly killed him, Dagur, my own brother."

"That same brother has been asking for you since he woke up. I lost two brothers years ago, what I would do to see them alive and well. Tuff isn't really, well, at the minute, but he is alive, and he needs you. I don't know what happened or what he did to make you that mad, but he needs you, and you need to be able to get past this. Put what's in the past, in the past.

"The past is what I can't get over. I don't think I'll ever be over it."

"Then let me in. That anger you have is good for fighting, but when there's only friends on board it isn't good for you. Tell me what happened, maybe we have more in common than you think."

"I don't want to blame Tuff, I never have. He only did it to save me."

"Did what?" Dagur asked, leaning in.

"It was two and a half years ago, I was fourteen. I fell in love with someone. He was a bit older, but we had something you only get once in a lifetime. The day had come when he was going to ask his father to allow him to marry me. It was the happiest day of my life. His father is a good man, and saw how we were and agreed to the union. The day before our wedding night was the day everything changed. I was so happy that night, getting to bed early so I could wake up early in the morning for the big day. In Lord Hofferson's castle I was already imagining a life there. It was two hours later that night, a high Lord's son, who was visiting for the wedding snuck into my room. You can guess what he planned to do. I awoke to him ripping away at the sheets of my bed. I didn't know what else to do so I just screamed. Tuff was next door and he burst through the door after hearing me scream, with his sword in his hand. The boy started to pull out a dagger to hold at me, but Tuff had already run up and sliced through him. I don't know what happened to the boy. I didn't care. That's where the guards found us. The high lord was furious. He called for us to be executed. We pleaded our case, but he had fingers in many pockets so to say. Lord Hofferson did everything to prevent him taking Tuff's head, but at the cost of exile. Tuff was ordered to leave the country or face the punishment of death. He was so scared, so scared. He cried himself to sleep that night, blaming himself for ruining my life. I couldn't just let him run off into the wild to die so when he ran, I ran too. Ran away from home, from friends and family, from Finn. He's all I have left, and I nearly lost him. Lost him for what?"

"Family is family. I only wish I had someone left in my family who cared."

"Okay then, tell me your story. What drove you to fight in the pits of Meereen?"

"Hate. A lot of hate. Especially for my…"

"APPROACHING SHIP." Yohann's loud, yet very nervous announcement summoned me and Dagur to the top deck of the ship. We got up the stairs to see the boat heading directly for us.

"YES, LOOKS LIKE IT's OUR LUCKY DAY. I CAN WIPE THAT NAME OFF OF MY LIST." Dagur yelled

"Your what?" I asked perplexed

"Look here." Dagur said, stretching out to reveal his heavily scarred forearm. As I looked closer, I could see it wasn't just random cuts, but carved initials protruding from the skin. A list of six names, three with a large horizontal line cut across them. I guessed these were the initials of people he had already dealt with. Three sets of initials remained. RB, SH, SJ. He pointed at the latter. Grimacing as he pressed his finger deep into the skin over the letters.

"Who is the lucky guy." I teased

"The 'lucky guy' is the monster commanding that ship coming towards us." His grimace turned to an almost maniacal grin. "Spitelout Jorgenson, it is long overdue that I wipe your name off of my list…"