Taken-part 1

Characters- Tormund x Reader

Summary- Tormund Giantsbane finds more than just weapons and food on his latest raid. He finds you.

Word Count- 6k

Warnings- Kidnapping, non-con/dub-con, attempted assault (by someone else), Explicit lemons in the next part. That’s right I said lemons. This part is mostly limes.

Author’s Note- This was written for sherrybaby14′s 6K challenge. The prompt I picked will appear in part 2. I am a casual watcher of the show. I have not read the books yet. This is non-canon and is basically just a way for me to write Tormund in a smutty way. lol. Just sit back and try to enjoy. This is my first GoT fic so if you like it, let me know! Thanks!

**Formatting is messed up on mobile. I’ve tried to fix it. Sorry, guys. It looks fine on desktop.

Screams rent the air. Bloodthirsty cries of men rose above the din of destruction outside. Crouching in the cellar, your sweat-slicked palms covered your mouth, silencing the sounds of terror that threatened to erupt as you listened to the echoes of death. The sounds of Wildings.

Growing up in The Gift, legends of Wildling raiders had always ended in Rangers from the Night’s Watch and the villagers banding together to defeat the barbarians from beyond the Wall. The wall kept you safe. And the watchers on the wall would always come to your aid. You grew up safe with that knowledge.

The daughter of the local tavern owner, life was somewhat easier for you than your friends. You never went hungry, but your father worked you to the bone. He refused any offer of marriage for you, knowing anyone he hired after you would demand pay and work half as hard. The old gods had cursed him with a daughter instead of sons, but in you, he had a cook, washerwoman, and barmaid for the price of none. Why would he ever part with that?

Grateful to escape the fate of the other young women in the village, you worked tirelessly to keep the tavern clean and well stocked while your father enjoyed the fruits of your labor. The stew and bread served at the establishment was as sought after as the meads and wines thanks to you and a few hearty herbs in a small window box garden. The knowledge of how to care and cultivate them was all you had left of your mother. Someday, after your father was gone, you had planned on taking that knowledge south and building a new life; one that would never involve selling yourself to a man either in marriage or a brothel.

Over the past few years, however, legends had turned into reality as reports of Wildings south of the wall began occurring with more frequency and moving further south than ever before. More and more villages were abandoned as small folk sought the safety of settlements near a great house like Winterfell. But your father refused to listen to reason like so many others whose fathers and grandfathers before them had worked The Gift to provide for the Night’s Watch.

Now you were hiding behind barrels of wine, beneath the stairs under the trap door that lead to the kitchens wondering if your father was still alive. If he had managed to hide or find his way to safety. You knew he would not survive a fight.

A sudden crash from above broke you from your thoughts. Heavy footfalls shook the ceiling above you as you heard the tossing of furniture and the rolling of barrels. Gathering your black cloak around you, you hugged your satchel of prized possessions, praying you would live to escape from this nightmare.

Light flooded the stairs above you, as the trap door swung open. Dirt rained down with each fall of the heavy footsteps that now descended, step by step. You prayed to gods old and new to keep you hidden, tucking your chin to your chest, trying to conceal your face. Fighting your instincts to following the intruders progress around the cellar, you squeezed your eyes shut and focused on keeping your breathing shallow and silent.

You were sure he was taking stock of the wine, mead, and food stocks that were kept down here. When they left, you would have nothing. But if you were lucky, you would have your life.

You weren’t.

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Taken-part 1