Chapter 7 is here! This is turning into a really fluffy story, and I am loving it I hope you do ti!
Chapter 7
Tormund was a man of his word; he didn't let Jon move further then the chamber pot for nearly a week after he had been injured. The first few days Jon had enjoyed the rest and time to recover but by day five he was getting bored and itching to get out of the small hut. As much as he loved Tormund's home, he wasn't used to being idle for so long. The healer came every morning to check on him and Tormund visited when he could and was of course at home each evening but other than that he saw no one else.
Tormund explained it was because he didn't want to overwhelm Jon while he was still recovering, but Jon got the feeling it was because Tormund realised Jon needed some time to settle in before meeting a lot of new people.
Luckily Tormund turned out to be enjoyable company, which surprised Jon not at all. The wildling entertained Jon every evening with crazy stories that sounded like half-truth, half make believe. Jon even shared a few stories from his own childhood, he knew they weren't as interesting as the ones Tormund told, but the wildling always seemed riveted, listening with rapt attention and laughing in all the right spots. It made something warm settle in Jon's chest.
He'd come to think of Tormund's cabin as his own home over the last week, well maybe not home, but definitely a place that he was comfortable, that he felt safe. He was dreading what would come next, when he was healed enough that Tormund would let him leave the cabin. He tried not to think about it as he lay awake that night, waiting for Tormund to fall asleep beside him before he slowly, oh so slowly sidled closer until he was pressed up against the wildlings side. The steady breathing and warmth like a beacon calling to him.
When the week was over, Tormund wore a look on his face like he'd been sucking on a lemon as he helped Jon from the bed. His leg still pained him, as well as his arm, but the rest had done him good.
"First stop, the baths, you stink" Tormund growled, keeping a firm grip on Jons arm, in case he fell, as they made their way outside.
Jon laughed incredulously, letting the cold air wash over him.
"You're the one who wouldn't let me out!"
"Still, doesn't change the fact you are smelling particularly ripe."
Jon blushed, embarrassed.
He tried to take in more of the village as they walked, Tormund grinning and waving at everyone they passed. Jon tried to smile as well but he had a feeling it came out as more of a grimace. The snow was mostly cleared from the ground where they walked, he thought the sheltered location and work of the wildlings contributed to this.
His leg started to pain him after only a few steps, and he knew it would take some time to get his strength back up and for it to fully heal. He made sure not to give any indication to Tormund that he was in pain, in case the wildling tried to ship him back to bed for another week. Luckily, they didn't have to walk far, arriving at a large cave entry, that miraculously led to a series of heated underground pools.
Jon's mouth dropped open in surprise as Tormund led the way to a smallish pool towards the back, passing other pools and caves, a few with wildlings already bathing in them. He couldn't believe that this was an option, hot water to wash in whenever you wanted, what a luxury.
"This pool is warm, but not too hot. You won't be able to stay in long, but it shouldn't disturb the progress your leg is making."
Jon nodded in understanding.
"I brought you a change of clothes" Tormund explained, untying a sack from his belt that Jon hadn't noticed earlier. The red head started pulling things out and Jon was blown away at the thoughtfulness.
"Thank you" he said softly, looking down.
The red head just snorted, "no point getting you clean if you're just going to put those filthy clothes back on."
Jon realised as he watched that Tormund had brought a change of clothes for himself as well.
"Are you right to get undressed?" Tormund asked, causing Jon to splutter.
"Of course, I bloody am."
"Just checkin" Tormund laughed as he began pulling off his own clothes.
Jon turned away and began stripping, chucking everything in a pile as quickly as possible before carefully climbing into the pool. Tormund was still pulling off his things when Jon turned around, letting out a small groan as the heat leeched into his body.
The wildlings eyes swung to him at the noise and didn't leave him as he pulled off the last of his clothing and climbed into the pool as well.
"This is amazing" Jon said softly, awe colouring his tone.
"Ay, we're bloody lucky" Tormund said, finally looking away from Jon as he let himself sink further into the warmth. His red beard billowing out around him.
Jon felt a tingle run through his body and he forced himself to look away. That is until something lobbed into the water nearby, splashing him in the face.
"Soap" Tormund explained. "Wash up, it's nearly time to hop out."
Jon wanted to protest, but he knew the hot water probably wasn't doing his wound any favours, even if it felt amazing on his sore muscles.
Jon washed quickly but thoroughly, scrubbing himself down and doing his best to ignore Tormund's gaze burning a hole into him. He rinsed out his hair, thoroughly enjoying the feeling of being clean, just as Tormund moved to pull himself out of the water, heavy cock hanging and causing Jon's breath to stutter in his chest.
Sure, he had seen other naked men before, though none quite so openly as Tormund, who practically flaunted himself in front of Jon, as he pulled a small piece of material out of the bag and quickly began drying off.
He felt acutely inadequate, turning slightly to hide himself as he moved to climb out as well, thankful that the pool was quite shallow and didn't strain him too much. Tormund chucked the towel, smacking Jon in the face with a damp squelch.
"Thanks" Jon grumbled as he dried himself off as much as was possible with the already damp material, trying his best to ignore the fact that Tormund had just rubbed this all over his own body. He kept his back turned to Tormund as he quickly pulled on the clean pair of pants. Only turning back as he pulled on everything else.
Tormund moved closer, "how are you feeling?"
"Good, leg feels OK. Good to be clean again."
Tormund nodded. "Let's go get you some food and I'll take yeh for a walk around the village. Everyone's been dyin to meet yah."
Jon hummed in response, his usual reticence nature coming out at the prospect of people who weren't Tormund.
They followed the path back down to the village and was immediately stopped by Asher, Birch and Oren. All three leering at him.
"Good wash?" Oren smirked and Jon looked confused.
"Yes?" He answered uncertainly, glancing at Tormund.
"It's always good to let everything breathe" Tormund boomed, "though Jon's cock nearly disappeared from the cold!" The red head wilding cackled uproariously as the other wildlings joined in.
Jon flushed crimson, shame washing through him, so Tormund had seen him. He tried to brush away the feelings of hurt and betrayal that washed over him. Who cares what Tormund thought, or that he was comfortable telling people about Jon's apparently lacking…cock.
His shoulders hunched and he pulled his hood up, effectively hiding himself behind material and dark curls.
Tormund wrapped his arm around Jon's shoulder and gave him a shake, "don't go getting shy on us now princess."
"Fuck off" he grumbled, as Tormund laughed again. Jon pulled away; he knew they were just joking around but for some reason it hit a little too close to home.
Jon started hobbling off, no real idea where he was going but not wanting to be in that conversation anymore.
"Oh, don't be like that" Asher laughed, moving with the others to catch up to Jon. "I'm sure your cock is plenty lovely. Probably as pretty as you are" the wildling laughed eyeing Jon up and down. "Just because Tormund didn't appreciate the view, doesn't mean that others won't."
Before Jon could respond a snarl ripped out from somewhere behind him, and a fist came flying, colliding with the side of Asher's head and sending the wildling flying into the surrounding bushes and snow. Jon stumbled back in surprise, Oren catching his arm to prevent him from taking a tumble into the snow as well.
Tormund stood over Asher, chest heaving. The red head reached out blindly, Oren shoved Jon closer until Tormund's hand wrapped around him and yanked him into his arms. Holding Jon impossibly close, hand's running up and down his back as though trying to reassure himself that the younger was there.
Jon just melted into the embrace, giving Tormund what he needed even as his mind raced. Asher pulled himself up from the ground, rubbing his sore head. He didn't look angry though, mostly just amused. He clapped Tormund on the shoulder, laughing as he walked away.
Oren and Birch followed after Asher and Tormund slowly began to relax, releasing his tight hold on Jon.
Jon looked up at the wildling, reaching up and smacking him harshly on the side of his head.
"Don't talk about my dick to no one, that's private" Jon growled, staring Tormund down, before turning and following after the others.
Tormund stood frozen for a moment, seemingly dazed, before hurrying after him.
Other wildlings approached as they walked, eyeing Jon sceptically, sometimes suspiciously. Tormund introduced everyone, and Jon did his best to remember names, though most of them were lost on him. Jon was surprised to see several children running around, though he wasn't sure why, logically he knew children must be born here for there to be any kind of village at all.
"The bear slayer" an older man grinned, gripping Jons arm. "That will help keep us fed for weeks."
"I'm glad" Jon said shyly.
Eventually, what felt like the whole village gathered around the communal cooking area, sitting on logs or on the hard ground around the fire.
"So boy, how'd you come across this lot?" A young woman, not much older than himself asked.
Jon shrugged. "They kidnapped me" he said bluntly.
Several wildlings around them laughed.
"He was far too pretty to leave behind!" Tormund boomed, to raucous laughter.
"So, what do you plan to do with him now?" someone called out.
"He's clearly from a rich family, someone will be missing him. Let's ransom him back" someone else called and Jon stiffened at the words. He was stupid to forget that was why he was brought here.
"No!" Tormund growled. "He is of the north; we will not be ransoming him back."
Jon's eyebrows rose in surprise.
There was general grumbling at that, some commenting on his hunting skills and loyalty to his dire wolf, others complaining of the food and supplies they could have gotten if they'd ransomed him back.
Jon ignored all of it. Instead focusing on the wildling beside him. Tormund wasn't going to ransom him back. He felt an overwhelming fondness well up in his chest and didn't resist the urge to lean into the large man's side.
Tormund glanced down, wrapping his arm around him and pulling him close.
Eventually people started to disperse, grabbing food and settling into their own conversations as they ate.
Tormund made to feed him, but Jon flinched away glancing around at all the people sitting around them.
"Ignore them" Tormund murmured, pushing a piece of meat against Jons lips. Jon couldn't resist, he had gotten used to Tormund feeding him whenever they ate together. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the taste of meat, spices and Tormund's fingers against his tongue.
A loud whistle brought him out of his stupor, but before he could react a large hand was gripping the back of his head and another piece of meat was at his lips. He opened obediently, the hand pulling lightly at his curls as he chewed.
A throat clearing nearby had Jon opening his eyes and turning his head, a man stood before them, a cheeky grin spread across his face.
"Tormund" he greeted with a nod.
"Abel."
"Hello Jon, I'm Abel" the man introduced himself cheerfully. "I've nearly finished your blanket with that beautiful bear fur."
Jon's face lit up at that.
"It will look spectacular on your bed."
"That'll keep us warm" Jon laughed as he turned to look at Tormund, gaining him an impossibly soft look.
"Oh, yes. It will definitely keep you both warm" Abel said, his grin growing even larger.
"Hope it wasn't the bear you fucked, Tormund. Not right taking her back to your bed when you're otherwise spoken for" Abel hooted, causing several wildlings around them who had heard the conversation to start laughing at them.
Jon sat staring at Tormund dumbstruck.
"You fucked a bear!?"
