AT: I know, its been such a long time. Actually just found inspiration recently out of nowhere. I hope you all have been doing great, especially after this damn pandemic and everything in between. Now, I have been deeply into the elder scrolls lore and also a song of ice and fire/game of thrones, though I confess I am more knowledgeable of the former. Jaime is such a fascinating character, and one that could be even more developed. Regardless, I bid you welcome and am welcome to be here to share. I also dont have a beta so apologies in advance heh. Hope y;all enjoy it!
A few images went through his mind. It was foggy; it even felt foggy, and cold. The white walkers had probably wounded him and he was slowly dying. He could only remember himself and Brienne fighting in desperation as the walls were breached and the dead poured in.
Jaime Lannister felt terrified, and frustrated. Why couldnt he just die already? He felt no pain but what was terrifying was the void. It was endless. No sound, just a void.
He felt himself walking around, his eyes trying to grasp it all. Maybe he was dead, after all. He just needed to finally hit it. He thought of Brienne, the night of passion they shared, the smile she gave him when they woke up. It was special.
Jaime tried to concentrate, and suddenly there was a cacophony of sounds, voices, terrifying screams and sobbing. The last one had him shedding tears. It was Brienne. It was her voice.
Yes, he was dead indeed. He tried to see if he could feel his body, and managed to feel his right hand. Even felt himself closing his right fist. Then death was a sure thing.
Suddenly, there was a burst of light, so bright that he was blinded for a few seconds.
"De voluntate domini draconis, intrabitis." The words were spoken in a soft growl and they also appeared on his mind at the same time.
He was shocked to see a huge white dragon bellowing in the distance, but what was even more confusing and terrifying was the other lights around him.
All of a sudden, the entire void went even darker than before and he could no longer think.
Gasping, Jaime opened his eyes wide in fear and terror. He tried standing up but could only lift his head slightly. The former Lannister knight felt goose bumps all over his skin. Feeling grass, he tested with his left hand and indeed it was tall, long grass. The area looked like the Riverlands but was cold, very cold.
Unsurprising, the walkers brought the cold with them. He just hoped he was not going to turn into one of those... monstrosities.
Shivering and coughing, he started crawling. By instinct he used his right hand to move a stone out of the way. His mind then went blank.
Eyes wide, he looked at his hand and there it was, not the golden shit they put on him to glorify his war wound. Must be a dream, then, he thought. Or perhaps he was in one of the seven hells, and they will take it away as soon as he'd find happiness in it.
Slowly but surely he began to stand up. His entire body felt like it would collapse at any time. Jaime was an extremely stubborn man, however, so he continued. The sounds of nature came in and he was extra confused now.
Birds? Wolves? How come? They had not been seen since the white walkers had gone through the wall. Maybe the Riverlands still had some animals left?
His eyes widened as the sun began coming out. There was a huge city with impressive walls in the distance. He was especially taken with the palace at a hill. It reminded him of Casterly Rock, but a shittier version of it. Still looked impressive but... He was narrowing his eyes. Which one, though? He had not seen a city as such. It looked... nice, but he was not an architect. Hed always leave that to his little brother.
Jaime shed a tear. He hoped his little brother survived. He missed him already. What would Tyrion think in this situation? "Quick brother, there might be a brothel there!" He slowly smiled. His slow steps finally made it to a sign.
"Whiterun? What the bloody hell?" He whispered. There was no city, especially of this size, in the north or Riverlands with that name. "Riverwood?" He was more confused than ever.
He finally took a look at himself, and he was wearing nothing but a white tunic and some pants with boots. No armor. "What the bloody fuck? Did Tyrion put something on my wine?"
Maybe he was under a spell due to milk of the poppy? It could probably explain the strange hallucinations, though he was no healer.
"Greetings, young one." A voice purred behind him.
Jaime turned his head and then let out a scream, falling on his behind as a cat looking demon man looked at him. His mind was scrambling for answers now more than ever, and suddenly, the world went black. Just before so, two other cat demons surrounded him and the main one was looking at him with a tilted head.
Voices, some loud and very growly, but others softer. He was surrounded by them. He even felt them around.
Of course, he felt silly but he could literally feel presences around him. There were three in fact, but he must be hallucinating again.
"The Khajitt begged the guards, Vilkas, get Danica." A feminine voice spoke firmly.
A growl sounded. "Why me? Why cant ice brain go fetch her?" A man growled back at her.
"Ah Vilkas, you dont like being ordered around? The tables can turn." Another growly voice spoke, amusement all over it.
A door was opened, its cringe sound coming to Jaime's ears.
"You two are hopeless!" Another feminine voice echoed. It sounded almost authorative but also with a touch of kindness. It reminded him of Brienne when she would get in a foul mood. He wondered where he was.
A hand touched his chest, and could hear her muttering while the others probably stared.
The feeling that came was unlike anything he ever had before. It was peaceful, tranquil, almost like staring at the ocean from Carterly Rock. It was also cool, like when the wind came around him during the fight with the Smiling Knight at the forest. A surge of emotions almost overwhelmed him.
Slowly, he opened his eyes and they widened. A hooded woman smiled at him, her brown eyes warm and kind. He turned and saw another woman with red hair, strange armor sporting a slight smile, her icy blue eyes fixated on his.
The big man beside her smiled widely while the smaller one scoffed.
"The stranger is alive!" The big man bellowed.
The shorter man growled. "Shut up, idiot! You are going to scare the milk drinker!"
"Ugh! Like Danica said, you two are just hopeless!" The red haired woman snarled.
Jaime could not believe it. He had his right hand, and there were four people looking at him, intently.
"Where am I?" Jaime whispered, hoarsely. "Who are you?"
The smaller man stepped forward. He was wearing fancy looking armor, heavy and had a sword and shield in his back. He growled, "We are the ones asking the questions.."
All of a sudden, the hooded woman slapped his chest. A pang kind of sound echoed. Despite not being injured in the slightest, the man backed off.
"Vilkas, he is wounded and needs potions, and care. You and your idiotic questions need to go elsewhere, got it?"
The man named Vilkas just walked away. Jaime asked again, "Please.. where am I?"
"You are in Whiterun, city in the province of Skyrim." The hooded woman smiled softly. "Did you hit your head by any chance? Feel any pain there?"
Jaime slowly shook his head. "Not my head, but my body feels numb."
She nodded while the red haired woman stepped forward. "The cat folk were alarmed, said you got spooked and fainted at their presence. Another reason the jarl will have them outside."
"Never seen a khajitt before eh?" The big man asked with a smirk.
"Enough, let him rest." Danica spoke quietly, then smiled at Jaime. "Rest, alright? You can ask once you feel better."
"Is my right hand... good?" He asked, with raw emotion. The red haired woman approached and smiled while touching it with her own. "It is."
He felt himself nodding before closing his eyes and another bout of heavy fatigue came over him. He was asleep before he even knew it
Of course the gods would curse him to be in a land so similar to the blasted North. He hated the cold, hated their so called honor. That same insane honor that almost got an entire house butchered to extinction. Stupid Eddard still had the honor to spare his sister. And then she turned insane, spiteful and paranoid.
Cersei would remain the bane of his existence but he was at peace, and even hoped she was dead by now. It would surely make the world a happier and better place.
Maybe he hated Stark more now because he didn't get rid of Cersei when he should have. He would have been enraged at the time, but he was an utter idiot then. Still was in some things.
After a few boring days, he was completely fascinated with the priestess, as she told him about her position of healer. He saw how she worked around his wounds, and then those of others. Her assistants were after her in a sort of frenzy, speaking and performing so called spells to cure.
"What exactly are you doing?" Jaime had asked her as Danica healed a man from an ax wound in the arm. He knew they were spells, and had to make do with the fact that magic was all around here.
He was definitely not in Westeros anymore. He was not sure whether to be overly happy about it or utterly terrified and sad. Could Brienne have come as he did? Tyrion? He hoped they would but at the rate of how things were going, he doubted it.
"It is in the Restoration tree of Magicka, Jaime." Danica was as kind as she was patient. "An underrated art, to be sure. Most go for destruction spells or conjuration."
Danica almost danced around as she tended to a wounded farmer and then a sick guard. When Jaime heard her mutter a prayer, he resisted the urge to sneer. Gods? Of course they were superstitious people.
"To whom do you pray?" Jaime asked. "You have a god of healing I take it?"
"Ah, goddess Kynareth, wife of Shor, and patron of sailors, travelers…" Danica smiled at Jaime's curious expression. "A believer in the gods?"
"Not exactly." Jaime muttered. Where were the gods when Aerys killed hundreds and almost succeeded in burning tens of thousands? When the Mountain raped Princess Elia and killed her children? When the walkers assaulted and destroyed everything in their path? Nothing but complete shite. Regardless, Danica respected his thoughts and went on to speak about some books she had in her temple.
Jaime Lannister was never one to read but had to at this situation, as he was bored out of his mind and Danica refused to let him spar with Aela. He struggled, some of the words fumbling about but Danica, as always, helped with a calm spell. He began devouring books left and right. Tyrion would have been so proud of him, seeing the usually scoffing Jaime reading in frenzy about Restoration, Conjuration, and Alteration. He was so fascinated but then Aela came to visit.
"Ah, up and about, outlander?" She smirked as she approached him with a bag of goods. "The cat folk wanted you to have this. A gift they said."
After learning of the khajitt, Jaime nodded and accepted the gift, but not without saying, "Thank you Aela, but my name is Jaime, Jaime Lannister."
She smiled and he smirked back at her.
Might be the start of a great friendship, Jaime thought. "So, Aela, care to tell me about your Companions?"
Aela smirked and began to tell the tale. Jaime had always liked stories, especially those of war and glory. He found it here as his smile grew wider with the tale.
Jaime had few options, that much was certain. It had been a week since he had been found like a wounded pup. He felt himself becoming stronger but more agitated. He continued reading, and even Aela came to visit from time to time or held conversations with Danica.
Where would he live? Streets? Jaime was used to military life, but he wanted to continue having a warm bed and meals. According to Danica, they lived off primarily donations and the will of the city. Probably the ruler, jarl or whatever they called the man.
Swallowing his pride, he asked Danica, "Could I work here? I can clean, can serve as a guard if need be."
Danica smiled. "You could help around, Jaime. We sure do need it. In exchange there will be food, a bed and a good fire for you."
Jaime smiled warmly at her, his green eyes sparkling in delight. He had a place to stay, and it would be with such a warm character like Danica.
"Really Danica? He is up and about! He can spar now!" He heard Aela speak with amusement and irritation.
Danica made a scoffing sound. "All you want is more recruits for the Companions."
A goofy grin came onto Jaime. Joining the Companions?
Hell yes.
So, I read a couple of stories of crossovers and I will strive to not make it cringe or really Mary Sue out of Jaime. I am still writing a bit more but Id like your input in how you'd see this story play out. Adios!