Jonmund Week 2020
Day 2: Lazy Day/ Domesticity [Chieftain AU]Ao3 Link
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Tags: Jonmundweek2020, #Day2, Lazy Day, Domesticity, Post Season 8, living beyond the wall, Tormund is chieftain/king beyond the wall, Jon is happy, established relationship, Chieftain AU, possessive Tormund, hair braiding, Wildling traditions, Ghost is the best boy
Jon awoke to the sensation of fingers carding through his hair in a soothing, repetitive motion. Starting at the roots and down to the ends of the strands. It was extremely relaxing and it almost lulled Jon back to sleep, but he could feel his lover's body pressed up against his back and a warm arm settled across Jon's waist.
"I like your hair loose like his, its meant to be wild, just like you." Tormund's voice was heavy with sleep and it roused Jon fully from the grasps of sleep.
"Is that why you refuse to pull your hair back? You think it will tame you?" Jon asked amused as he wiggled around until their bodies were pressed tightly together and Tormund could still stroke his hair.
"It almost tamed you, I didn't care for that bun of yours," Tormund admitted as he brushed Jon's curls off of the other's forehead.
"Well, I liked that I could see your face but nothing else." Tormund amended as he planted a kiss to Jon's neck getting a content sigh in return as Jon all but melted against him.
"Having it loose again makes me wonder how I got any fighting done before I pulled it back." Jon mused as he fought back a sound akin to a purr when Tormund tugged lightly at his hair as he worked out a stubborn knot in his curls.
"I have an idea, just relax for me pretty crow," Tormund crooned and Jon tipped his head back, eyes falling asleep as he settled under the furs that kept away the chill of the morning. Ghost snuffled from his place stretched out across the bottom of their cot. Tormund began to lowly hum a song with a melody that was familiar from the fires that the Free Folk gathered around nightly. Jon was working on understanding the words, but he knew the melody well enough.
Jon got lost up in the melody and the pulls on his hair as Tormund twisted his curls about, weaving and lacing them together. Every so often Tormund swore under his breath when a wayward curl got out of place and it made Jon smile like an idiot.
"Don't move," Tormund growled and Jon's smile just widened, as he couldn't decide if Tormund was talking to him or his hair, either way, it was amusing. Jon raised an eyebrow as something clinked together but Tormund's noise of success made the curly-haired man decide not to question it.
"Almost done," Tormund murmurs and Jon smiled and reached back to pet at Tormund's thigh. Tormund's fingers brushed over Jon's neck and his large palm shifted around to rest in the hollow of Jon's neck. Jon closed his eyes and leaned his head back once he was sure that Tormund had finished with his hair.
"Finished?" Jon asked curiously as Tormund kissed at his temple.
"Yeah, you look like a properly tamed crow now," Tormund sounded smug and lifted Jon's hand to brush his fingers across the careful rows of braids that had been formed in his unruly curls, cool touches of metal bumped at his fingertips every so often.
"So you're my tamer then?" Jon asked teasingly as he turned his head to the side to steal a proper kiss from the Chieftain. One the chieftain happily gave, large hand cupping Jon's cheek tenderly and the two shifted until Jon was straddling the Chieftains' lap and cradling Tormund's face in his hands.
"I could never tame you Jon Snow, nor do I wish to," Tormund said truthfully in a low, raspy voice as they made direct eye contact that held unspoken words and promises.
Jon swallowed as he felt his emotions bubble up in his chest and he had to swallow again when Tormund stroked at the braids he had woven into his hair. Jon knew braids meant something different in Wildling culture and it made his heart warm at fact that these braids claimed him as Tormund's and only Tormund's. Jon opened his mouth to say something when Ghost flopped down onto the two of them, forcing them to fall sideways with surprised noises.
"Ghost!" Jon laughed as he petted his Direwolf's fur with a bright smile; he always smiled when Ghost was around.
"Always butting his nose in when things were about to get good," Tormund grumbled good-naturedly even as he scratched Ghost behind his one good ear and got a tail wag and a happy yip in reply.
"I think he wants to cuddle with us," Jon guessed as Ghost wiggled his large body until he was sprawled over the two and purred contently.
"I think so too," Tormund chuckled as he and Jon adjusted for Ghost's large form until the three of them were comfortable and Ghost was purring up a storm as he got pets and scratches from the two who shared soft kisses every so often but were now content to stay in bed for maybe the rest of the day if they could manage it.
"I love you," Jon whispered mostly into Ghost's fur but by the bright smile that graced Tormund's face, he knew that the other heard it.
"I love you too my little crow," Tormund moved in to steal another kiss and Ghost let out a pleased noise at the sight of the two humans together.