GOT Thor Travelling

"I heard he beat the Hound," Arya muttered to her sister as they, along with the others, stood watching what was about to unfold.

"Be quiet," Sansa chided, worry clear in her eyes upon learning the news. At first, a big smile spread across her face, hearing how strong the person she liked brought a certain unknown pride to her. But that joy was immediately squashed under the realization that she was already spoken for Joffrey.

If that wasn't enough, her sour mood turned to heart-palpitating worry for her knight with the shiny hammer when she learned that Thor had been summoned by the King.

Now, she was just praying that nothing bad happened to Thor and that the King would show mercy.

"Maester Luwin, how is Clegane?" Ned Stark asked, a complicated expression on his face. When he first heard that Thor and Sandor had fought, he wasn't overly concerned. As long as the royal family wasn't disturbed, other matters could be sorted out easily. But when he learned that Thor had not only beaten the Hound but had also shattered his chest plate and broken a few of his ribs, he immediately rushed out.

"He'll live, my lord. He just needs a little time to heal," Luwin replied, his gaze turning toward the man responsible for the injuries.

"What do you have to say for this?" Ned Stark turned to me and asked.

"Good thing I held back on the last attack," I shrugged. Hearing this, the others were dumbfounded, and Ned was clearly getting angry.

"Hahaha..." However, that was when laughter broke out.

"Aye, I saw the poor breastplate. Almost looked like one of my works when I was your age," Robert grinned.

"Reminds me of what I did to that dragon spawn. My hammer struck true back then, and unlike you, I didn't hold back. The entire armor was crushed in, and his ribs were shattered." Robert grinned wider, reminiscing about what he did to Rhaegar at the Trident.

It was clear that he wasn't angry. The way he was drinking said it all—he didn't even want to be here in the first place; he was more or less dragged along.

"You almost mortally wounded one of the King's entourage. What do you have to say for that?" Ned Stark ignored his friend and turned back to me.

"First, it was a spar—we weren't fighting for real. Second, I wasn't the one who asked for the spar; it was your prince Joffrey who wanted to bet with me and asked me to fight his dog. And third, I told you I held back. He wouldn't have lived if I hadn't," I replied, looking him straight in the eyes.

"Lies! He attacked me, and the Hound tried to save me!" Joffrey spoke up, opening his dustbin of a mouth again. There were too many witnesses for him to lie, and I was sure Ned Stark already knew what had actually happened.

Cersei stood beside her little lion, and by the look of it, she didn't even know what was going on—but she was going to take her son's side anyway.

"And what reason would I have to attack you?" I looked at him with slight irritation. His expression showed he had a million excuses lined up, but I didn't let him speak.

"And let's say I did want to attack you. Do you really think you would be standing here, breathing, completely safe and unscratched, if someone like me—who put your dog in the nursing room—was after you?"

A silence spread across the room. My gaze locked onto Joffrey, and he didn't dare to say another word.

"Don't try to twist the facts, you—" Cersei started, stepping in to defend her son.

"Enough, woman. We all know what happened there. Half of Winterfell was watching the fight, for god's sake," Robert interrupted. Like Ned, he already knew the truth—it wasn't hard to figure out.

"Tell me, what were the terms of the fight, and what led to it?" Robert finally asked, glaring at me.

"Your son couldn't lift my hammer. I told him no one could besides me, but he didn't listen. He challenged me, claiming he could, only to fail just like everyone else. I saw a chance to make some profit, so now the crown owes me 1,000 Gold Dragons," I said with a smile.

Robert's eyes moved to the hammer I was holding. This was the first time he had actually looked at it. When he heard that someone from the Wall had beaten the Hound, he was intrigued, so he came along. But the moment he laid eyes on Thor, he felt something strange.

For starters, the boy—just turned man—was incredibly handsome. More than that, Robert saw his own past inhim. He wasn't that handsome back then no, but the powerful build, the hammer at my side—it certainly didn't help that teenager even resembled him to some degree, with almost the exact same blue eyes.

'No wonder Ned asked me about my firstborn…' he mused.

But there was more than just appearance. Even the nonchalant attitude he had reminded Robert of his younger self.

Now, he was quite interested in the strange hammer. Robert had more experience with a hammer than anyone here—maybe even more than Winterfell's smith, Mikken. He could see it was exceptionally made, but at the same time, it looked impractical.

However, the deformed iron breastplate before him said otherwise. Now he was really intrigued to see the boy...no the man use the hammer in a real fight. He wanted to ask more about it but restrained himself.

As I explained the situation, Robert became more and more amused.

"Wait a minute, you mean to say that the Hound is lying in bed with half his ribs broken just because he messed with your hair?" Robert asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't like people touching my hair," I shrugged.

"Hahahaha…"

"You're a funny lad."

"Fine, the matter is settled," Robert announced.

"But father—" Joffrey immediately protested, only to shut up when Robert glared at him.

Cersei, standing beside him, also wanted to speak up, but she restrained herself. Earlier, she had merely been trying to support Joffrey, not going directly against Thor. Even she didn't know why, but she didn't want to take any hasty actions. She had strange emotions regarding the handsome teenager with long blond hair just like her family and piercing blue eyes like his pig of a husband. This reminded her of something, something which she didn't want to remember.

"So, what did you want me for?" Robert finally asked when most of the people had left.

"Just to see what we brought from the Wall," I said, turning to Benjen, who was now glaring daggers at me.

Of course, before coming here, he had given me an earful—an earful that almost turned into full-blown shouting when I told him why I had done all this in the first place: to meet the King.

"From the Wall?" Robert looked at the cage placed in front of him by Benjen. Even Ned seemed confused, giving his brother an inquisitive glance, but Benjen just looked at him as if to say, "You'll know soon."

"What is it?"

"A proof that winter is coming..."