"Why did it have to be you? I mean, out of everyone, why did it have to be you? Baylor would have been a delight. Genmund would have been wonderful. Dantis would have been fun. But nooooooooo. I had to get stuck with you." (Y/n) groaned, as she pulled the old, moth eaten blankets around herself. Trying her best to warm up, using the small fire that Tormund had been able to rustle up. The cold still cutting through her despite her furs.

"Look woman. Ya not the only one that's not happy about this situation. I would rather be stuck with havin ta face the Night King and his hoards again. But we both lucked out now, didn't we?" Tormund groaned in return. The big red man dropping down onto the floor, on the opposite side of the fire. Doing his best to ignore her.

"Well, if it wasn't for you, we wouldn't have got stuck here in the first place. Would we? Ser I know what I'm doing. Ser I kill giants. Ser I'm such a damn know it all, and I know where I'm going, Giantsbane. (Y/n) hissed in reply, as she remembered that if there was one thing that she hated, it was being cold. And being cold and stuck with Tormund Giantsbane, just made it all ten times worse.

The mission was supposed to be simple. Just go out on a patrol beyond the Wall. Nothing seemingly new. Jon insisting that (Y/n), and Tormund were the best ones for the job. And that spending some time together, might just thaw out their frosty relationship.

To begin with, it had gone well. The trip into the frozen lands had proceeded without a hitch. Yet, when it had come to returning home, Tormund had insisted that he know a better way. A way that was safer, quicker. But that had not been the case. The track had become impassable. Their horses falling into a deep crevasse. The pair finding that they had had to change their plans quickly and make a run for it through an opening that that neither of them recognised. Unfortunately having to take refuge in an ancient rundown wooden shack at the base of a steep hill. A shack that was now snowed in, with no communication between the waring duo and Jon, the Nights Watch, or the other Free Folk.

"Don't ya ever stop complaining? I mean, seriously. And ya nag too. Sometimes I would swear that we were married............"

"Oh please. I wouldn't marry you even if you were the last man in the world. And I do not complain or nag. Also, I will have you know, that being married to me would be like a dream.........."

"Aye, it would be a dream alright. I believe that those dreams a called nightmares." Tormund scoffed. Interrupting the interruption. The Wilding smiling smugly, as (Y/n) growled under her breath.

"Has anyone ever told you, that you are a pompous, arrogant ass. Who has a face that closely resembles a Wight's backside? And that you have the manners of a Kings Landing gutter rat!" (Y/n) exclaimed, as she got to her feet. Deciding that she had already spent more than enough time looking at Tormund's face. The female warrior choosing instead to search their refuge, looking through the cupboards and boxes of the run down shack, in hopes of finding something that could be more edible than the dried meat that she had in her bag.

"What are ya looking fa?" Tormund sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as (Y/n) banged cupboard doors and threw boxes.

"Something.........anything.........."I don't know." (Y/n) replied. Doing her best to ignore the Tormund's continued grumbles.

"There ain't gonna to be anything. This place probably hasn't been used in a hundred years. We're just lucky that it's still standing. I.........."

"RUM!" (Y/n) suddenly declared, as her freezing fingers brushed away the dirt from the label. The full bottle of spirits, promising warmth, and an escape from the big man's constant whining about how bad a warrior she was.

"And given the vintage, I would say that this place hasn't been used in two hundred years. I'm surprised that this isn't just vapours. Someone like Tywin Lannisters, would have paid a fortune for a bottle like this." (Y/n) chuckled, as she made her way back to the fire. Dropping unceremoniously to the floor, and slowly, ever so slowly, separating the bottle from the stopper. (Y/n) taking in the heady aroma and sighing happily.

"Hey! I hope ya gonna share that. I'm as cold as you are, ya know." Tormund grumbled. Sniffing and pulling the old, tattered blankets tighter around his shoulders.

"Share? Why? You said that there wouldn't be anything. If I had listened to you, I wouldn't have found this. Anyway, you're Free Folk, you should be used to the cold. And you would probably only complain about having to drink out of the same bottle as me. But don't worry. If you turn into a great big block of ice, I'm sure that Jon and the others will be able to thaw you out. Though why they would bother, I don't know." (Y/n) retorted. Finding herself gasping slightly as she took her first gulp of the brown liqueur. The liquid burning her throat slightly as it went down.

"Mmmmmm, smooth." She croaked. Trying to recover her voice as the rum hit her stomach and sent a pleasant warmth through her body.

"Come on, (Y/n). Hand it over. If ya gonna to get drunk and more annoyin than normal, don't ya think that its fair that I be allowed ta get drunk too, so I don't have ta remember putting up with ya. Let's call it a temporary truce. We can go back ta hatin one another after tha others pick us up." Tormund reasoned, as he got to his feet and made his way over to (Y/n)'s side of the fire, dropping down next to her.

"You mean, you'll actually stop whining and complaining for five minutes if I allow you to have some of my rum?"

"Aye"

"Oh, now that is something that I have to witness. The great Tormund Giantsbane being able to keep his unwanted, and uncalled for opinions to himself for once. Here you go then. Let's hope this shuts you up." (Y/n) replied, as she handed Tormund the bottle.

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"No! He didn't. Really?" (Y/n) laughed, as Tormund regaled her with yet more stories about the little lion, Jon and some of the other Free Folk.

"Oh, he did. And she punched him too. I swear that he had that black eye for a month." Tormund laughed heartily, as he happily grabbed the offered bottle, and took another swig.

"I am going to have to remember that, so I can use it to tease old Vigold. That is if they ever come and rescue us." (Y/n) slurred slightly. Closing one eye as she tried to stop the room from spinning.

"And the one with Tyrion and the donkey. That was so funny." (Y/n) snorted, as she nearly fell over backwards. Not really caring whether the story was true or not, just caring that it sounded like something Tyrion would do.

"You know. I didn't mean it earlier." (Y/n) said, as she looked up at Tormund.

"Mean what?"

"That your face looks like a Wight's backside. It actually looks more like a horse's ass.......... No. Really. You're actually sort of handsome in a certain light. Admittedly, that light would have to be pitch black. But you are handsome. And it wasn't completely your fault that we ended up here. It could have happened to anyone. And sometimes, when you aren't being utterly obnoxious, I even quite like you. And I'm still cold." (Y/n) told him. Tormund moving slightly closer, as he placed his finger under her chin and looked into her slightly bloodshot eyes.

"And you, maybe ya don't nag. Or complain. And ya a betta warrior than I tell ya, ya are. That bein able ta fight by ya side, is an honour. And in tha light a this fire, ya aren't too bad either. And sometimes, well sometimes I have actually wondered what it would be like ta kiss ya. I mean, if ya could shut ya mouth fa a few seconds that is."

"You.......you want to kiss me?" (Y/n) asked, as she moved even closer. The only thing between the pair the old blankets and furs that were trying to keep in the warmth of the dying fire.

"Aye. Like this." Tormund replied. His lips crashing into (Y/n)'s as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to his body. The blankets being thrown off as the run down shelter, suddenly became a lot steamier.

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"Have you found their tracks yet, Gorolf?" Jon called out, as he and the others made their way through the snow. All of them knowing that they couldn't let the two warriors spend yet another night out in the freezing temperatures.

"Aye. It looks like they lost tha horses back there and had ta go on foot. I can see what is left a their footprints, they go down this pass." Gorolf informed the Lord Commander. Jon looking out over the vast expanses of white.

"You don't think that they've killed one another, do you? I was only trying to help. I thought that if we could get the two of them to work together, they might actually be able to get along." Jon sighed as he looked at the little man by his side. Knowing that he had only had the best intentions for his two friends. The Lord Commander hoping that nothing had gone wrong.

"No. I think (Y/n) loves annoying Tormund up to much, to kill him. And Tormund would get bored if he didn't have (Y/n) to complain at. They are probably just holed up somewhere, completely ignoring one another." Tyrion replied, a smile coming to his face as he saw the ramshackle shack.

"A place just like that." The little lion continued, as he and the others raced through the snow.

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"Well, my, my, my. Will you look at that? Tyrion chuckled, as he looked around Jon. All eyes staring down at the naked pair under the blankets. Tormund and (Y/n) happily asleep in one another's arms.

"Looks like your plan to help them get along worked, Jon." Tyrion added, as he bent down and picked up the empty bottle of rum.

"Do you think that we should wake them?" Jon asked. The Commander not sure what else to say as (Y/n) moaned slightly and snuggled further into Tormund's side.

"No. Let's go and light a fire. I missed breakfast for this, and I am starving. Plus, I don't think that they will mind being stuck here together, for a little longer." Tyrion chuckled as he headed back to the door. The others following behind and leaving the stuck pair to sleep. All knowing that this was going to make for a very interesting journey back to the Wall.