GOT ➨ Game of Thrones One Shots

[S4] Tyrion Lannister x Reader : { The Wrong Majority }

"I am no Lady, but my name is Y/N, my Lord-"

He chuckled and replied back, "I am no Lord and as you have pointed out so gently I never have been, yet you call me Lord anyway- if that is not excuse enough, then you are my- friend now. So to you my name is Tyrion."

You hesitantly took a step forward and less hesitantly a few more, until you sat yourself next to him on his prison bench, staring off, "Very Well then- Tyrion."

You spoke then of many things that troubled you, and then similarities in you that you kept within your heart.

You didn't realise how smart he was, until you began playing games with words, "okay, okay- here's a riddle for you-
What has eyes that no-one sees, is taller than the trees. Up, up it goes, and yet it never grows?" You asked, carefully staring at his face as he thoughtfully stared off, lost in his mind-

It was quite an adorable look.

You nearly slapped yourself for that- but it was true. He himself seemed quite adorable, especially now you had talked to him and been face to face with him- but so much more, too.

He was handsome, in a way. His face was so mature and sculpted, with so much detail from all his strifes- and the scar, the scar was amazing, in its own way- but his face had so much life to it!

Then his voice, which was smoothly silk and deep, and the words that came out of it majestical and thought provoking even at their dumbest-

He was witty, too. You quite fancied him for it-

You blushed at the thought and he turned to you as your train of thought ended, "A moun...tain. Correct?"

You nodded, smiling, but still blushing wildly, and he raised an eyebrow, "I never knew The Mountain would ever grow to make people swoon- though I suppose I'll be swooning when he..." He seemed to falter at this and he stared hard at the ground, afraid suddenly.

You weren't sure if it was the right thing to do, but you shakily leant to the side and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him with comfort, hoping it could console him a tiny bit. You felt his arms return the hug, his little hands on your back as he tightly squeezed you-

He was a brave man, but even he feared death, and fearing his death, you decided that you had to do something about it.

You looked about the room desperately, then walked over to a dark corner and fumbled about until you held a jagged, broken brick in your hand. You braced yourself for a few seconds, before cracking it in a hard but gentle way against your head-

In other words, gentle enough not to kill you or knock you out, but hard enough for you to draw some blood and cause a nasty injury. You winced from the pain, but turned back to the dwarf, who was eyeing you with confusion.

You knelt once more so you were face to face, "Tyrion, I know we've only just met several minutes ago, but- do you trust me?" You asked quickly, and he gave you a dire look, before slowly nodding,

"Then, well- I'm sorry for two things." You murmured, before your cheeks flushed a little pink and you pressed your lips to his, half-relieved to feel him return the kiss- his lips were dried and cracked from being stuck down here, but were still sweet to the touch for you.

You pulled back and smiled sadly, "What was the other thing?" He questioned after a moment, and you stared at the ground, ashamed by your next move, before looking back into his eyes, "This." You smacked the brick against a tough part of his head, and he was knocked out immediately, you turning away as he fell, before gently lifting him and putting him in the darkest corner of the cell, away from the wall where you had piled up and scrabbled rubble and bricks.

You lay on the floor, then screamed.

The guards rushed in and helped you to your feet, where you quickly spoke, "H-He HIT me with this brick a-and then, then-" you thrust your finger for the pile of bricks-

The fake escape route. The guards positioned you against a post in the room and slowly began walking over, both of the two of them leaning over, examining the pile-

Your face fell back to neutral and, sighing, you said, "Sorry boys." Before you smacked their heads together and hit the brick against the back of their skulls, so they fell to the ground.

Lifting the dwarf in your arms, you rushed out of the room, closing the door and locking it, then pausing, looking down at his peaceful face-

You pecked his cheek, and gently lay him into a cloth bag that once held turnips and wheat, poking a few holes in the material and lifting it once again-

This was one hell of an escape plan.

A/N: So I'm back 2 years later and I literally tweaked one line because it was making me irked. And also since I'm producing a part 2, it makes sense to slowww things down a plenty.