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Did she have a threesome with Bronn and Tormund!?
lol. Bronn's missing shoe makes you think that? You'll have to read to see lol.
"Should we tell him?" Asked Brienne.
"Fuck no. He won't be able to keep his almost pretty little mouth shut. He'll cause them to go hunting my Sheila."
"My Sheila?" Asked Brienne, sounding hurt.
"Tell me what?" Asked Jaime.
"Tormund, are you and Sheila…" Brienne trailed off, unable to finish.
"Well, you made it clear that you want weak little princes and princesses, rather than great big monsters that would conquer the world. And my Sheila already birthed me three cubs. They might look nothing like me other than the red tint in their fur, but they're mine."
"This is insane. You can't seriously think you fathered bear cubs," said Jaime.
"Jaime's right. Tormund, you are not the father," said Brienne.
"Fuck that. Bart told me when he arrived back to her. He might not know how long a baby takes to bake in the oven, but I know he wasn't back to her in time to be the dad. It has to be me," said Tormund.
"Who the fuck is Bart? And back to who?" Asked Jaime.
"You got a lot of empty space in that head of yours, don't you? Bart is/was Sheila's ex. He came back to her," explained Tormund.
"What the fuck? You talk as though they're human. They're bears," said Jaime.
"And you talk as though you ain't ever made a friend outside of humans. And I am even doubting that you've made a human friend," said Tormund.
"Bronn. Bronn was my friend. Why do you have his shoe?" Asked Jaime, eying Tormund with suspicion.
"Jaime, you'd have to have been there to understand. Tormund has an uncanny ability to harmonize with bears. After the tragic events of the other night, we safely spent the night in Sheila and Bart's den."
"What the fuck?" replied Jaime.
"Yeah. That's right. Brienne and I spent the night together. She played fetch with my cubs, and then we all four had dinner together. I ate slow. You see boy, eating can be a call to mate all on its own. Seeing how much I could work my tongue on that long pig bone made Brienne slick as a baby seal." He eyed her cautiously. "Hey, it was that, right? Not the sounds of Sheilas and Bart's lovemaking?"
"Tormund! Stop! You can't say such things in front of Jaime!" said Brienne, blushing.
"Are you both fucking high on weirwood paste?" Asked Jaime before turning to Tormund. "I don't give a sevenths hell about whether you fucked a bear, think you fathered a cub, or whether the four of you all took turns fucking each other! I just want to know, what the fuck happened to Bronn?"
Tormund shrugged. "That's not of your concern."
"Bronn's his friend. He deserves the truth," said Brienne.
"Fine. Bronn's dead," said Tormund.
Would love a review. I feel this is one of the best chapters of this fic so far. Also, there will be 2 more chapters then this will finally be finished! :)