AN: No smut in this chapter. Well, some. But perhaps not the way you are expecting.
Jon woke up to find an intruder in their camp. A grey skinned diminutive figure stood at the entrance of their tent, holding a candle sized source of light in its hand. He could see its lips moving, but could hear no sound.
The action likely had some magical effect, so he did not wait to identify it. He took a deep breath, pushed Nora off of him, then in the quickest movement he could, jumped at the intruder. There was no more time to see and think as his hand was around its neck, picking it off its feet. It struggled, shouting in a more audible tone.
It pushed its hand inside its bushy hair, and pulled out something. But Jon was quicker and knocked it out of his hand. The little object broke and started letting out smoke.
"Get away from the smoke!" He called to the girls who were waking up drowsily from the commotion.
He threw the creature to the ground and secured its hands. Then realised that it had started to silently sing again, so had to gag it as well.
The next few minutes were spent on checking up on Mya and Nora who were having trouble staying awake. Munda had woken up relatively easily, then with a cry of "Domu!" ran off to check on her wolf.
Jon cursed, then after another look at Mya, who nodded, ran out after her. They found another Child lulling Domu to sleep as wines grew from the earth to wrap around the wolf. It was easy enough to subdue for the two of them, but whatever it had done meant that Domu still wasn't waking up.
When they returned, they found that Nora had inhaled some of the smoke and was having trouble walking as well.
So it was with more roughness than was entirely necessary that he handled the Children and started their interrogation.
The two intruders spoke very broken Common, so it took some time, but he learnt that they were sent by Bloodraven to bring him while putting the girls to magically enforced sleep. They assured him, repeatedly, that the effects could be lifted anytime and even faded away with time.
He put a sword against one of them and made the other undo everything they had done. And only when Nora and Domu were fine did he consider their persistent demands that he come with them.
This sudden attack, no matter how benign their intentions, had made him more careful. But he still needed to reach the Greenseer, and thus had to follow the Child. So he and the others decided that some of them would keep one Child as a hostage while the rest would follow the other Child to where it wanted to take them.
Still, there was one more point of contention. He had wanted to go alone and keep the girls in relative safety. The idea did not please his wives, especially not Munda who was still angry at her father for sending her away to safety. He was quick to relent after that.
He and Munda followed the Child into the alcove of weirwoods. Before they knew it, they had gone from walking between the trees to beneath them, and then inside actual caves. Munda's axe was never too far from the Child and Jon was glad that she was aiming her anger away from him.
Eventually, they reached a bend in the cave and they stopped at the sounds coming from inside it. He looked at Munda just to make sure that they were both hearing the same thing, and she seemed just as nonplussed as he was.
He turned to ask the Child about it, but found that it had disappeared.
"Fuck." He cursed, and the sound echoed which startled Munda. The fierce girl let out an uncharacteristic eep, then glared at him.
With no other option, they walked around the bend and Jon saw a sight that he had both suspected from the sounds and had never wished to see.
On one corner sat a large, naked woman, at least 10 feet tall, playing what looked like drums to some rhythm. Around her, males and females of several species and some half breeds cavorted in what could only be called an orgy party.
An emancipated looking old man sat on a throne growing from the roots of the tree.
He had expected as much. What was surprising was the Child bouncing on his lap as they both made noises akin to a dying animal.
"Jesus, fuck."
The old man looked up and muttered, "Jon Snow. You are early. And not alone like I'd asked."
"You didn't ask." Jon protested. "You sent those two to kidnap me and incapacitate my friends."
"What's the difference?" He shrugged.
"You are Bloodraven, are you not?"
"I have been known by many names and taken many–"
"Yes, yes. But Brynden Rivers. Son of Aegon and Melissa. That is you, is it not?"
"Rude child." He sighed and then the motion turned it to what he feared was his reaction to orgasming inside the Child still bouncing on his lap with no regards to their intrusion.
"Is he dying?!" Munda asked with an expression of disgust.
"He better not. I've come too far for it to end like this."
The Child climbed off of him and he muttered.
"I have seen how I die. It is not today, and not like this." The man declared, trying to sound dignified with his shrivelled little cock still uncovered.
"No, I die like a Targaryen, burning in dragonfire!"
"Truly?" He asked surprised. "By which dragon?"
Bloodraven looked at him consideringly.
"The Cannibal."
"It's alive?! Does it have a rider?"
He examined him again. "Not yet it seems."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"To put it simply? I have seen you riding Cannibal as you burn me to ashes."
Jon realised that his dick had gotten inexplicably hard. But he had gotten used to the sensation.
He took a step back, his hands tight around the hilt of his sword. Munda, who had been understandably distracted by the orgy, also readied herself for battle.
"What are you planning, kinslayer?" He demanded.
"Don't tempt me boy." Bloodraven flexed his hand and one of the roots started moving towards two Children close to him. The tentacle-like appendage grabbed one by the hand and pulled it towards him.
The Child squeaked in surprise as it fell face first into his lap, then started bobbing its head up and down.
"No, if I wanted you dead, you would know it." He shook his head. "I might not look it, but I am old."
"No shit."
"You definitely look it."
He and Munda countered, but were ignored.
"For almost a century now, my life has revolved around visions and dreams. Between Targaryens and Blackfyres, I have seen too many fools see a vision and fight to avoid it, but then end up causing it."
That line of thought resonated with him, so he relaxed his stance.
"Sometimes I think we are just puppets in the hands of gods, being played against each other by prophecies. Did you know, Jon Snow, that part of the reason my brother rebelled was a dream where I cut down his sons?"
Jon shook his head. He had never even heard of such a theory.
"So he rose in rebellion and so I killed him and his sons to save the realm."
The sadness in his voice was so palpable that he had to ask,
"Do you regret it?"
"I did not back then. I hated him for his treachery. And those arrogant, entitled sons of his would not have made any better kings. But time has a way of making you forget your hatred."
Jon looked around the room again and said. "I imagine that frequent orgies help with it as well."
Bloodraven replied by making those dying animal noises again, which he took to mean that the fossil was orgasming again.
"So are you trying to kill us or not?" Munda asked, not enjoying the topic she had little context for.
"I won't succeed even if I try. Something strange and very unlikely will occur and you'll escape. Perhaps the girl will not. You will stumble upon Cannibal and return to avenge her. It will go something like that."
Jon goggled at the man who must have seen so many stories that he's become genre savvy.
"So what are you going to do?"
"It is as good a death as I'm likely to get. I might as well guide you to Cannibal and see if you can tame it."
"Isn't that a bit.. defeatist?"
"Ever since I had that vision thirty years ago, I have been living my life to the fullest." He said as he pulled the Child on to his lap.
"Yes, we can see that." He and Munda said simultaneously.
"I might as well see a dragon return to House Targaryen."
"Fine. Where is Cannibal? How do we find him?"
"Not so soon, boy." He looked at Jon expectedly.
"What?"
He sighed. "You really are clueless about politics, aren't you?"
Jon stiffened and went over their interaction again.
They had arrived, Bloodraven had given them information about his dream, then told them some tidbits of his past, then told them about Cannibal's existence, about the manner of his death and about his intentions for Jon.
He had spent too long with these straightforward Freefolk who would just ask for what they wanted. Or he must have developed a twisted view of Bloodraven as some sort of possible mentor figure.
Because their interaction till now had been entirely about Bloodraven giving him information without asking anything in return.
His hand moved protectively to Munda, a warg.
"What do you want, great uncle?"
"You!" Bloodraven asked in exasperation. "Why are you here?!"
Bloodraven pushed away the Child on his lap and leaned back into his wooden throne.
"I was expecting you to go south and make war. Or to one day show up on Skagos to claim the Cannibal. It's puzzled me something furious since I saw you leave the Wall and come looking for me!"
"So I ask you, why did you suddenly leave everything you knew and somehow manage to find me in the middle of nowhere?"
Oh.
He had gotten a bit distracted. And thought if the issue was important, Bloodraven would bring it up himself.
Bloodraven's outburst brought the music to a halt. He saw the Children, Giants, human-child hybrids, human-Giant hybrids pause the revelry and shift away from the frustrated greenseer.
He really didn't want to think about their parentage.
"I… saw some visions." He started.
"Of course you did!" Brynden interrupted, exasperated.
"It was about the Others. They were gathering an army, attacking the Freefolk and driving them South. My wife has confirmed that there could be truth to my visions. Munda has heard tales of some people claiming they were attacked by wights, though few believed them."
Brynden nodded, unsurprised. "And?"
Jon frowned.
"What do you mean 'And'?" Munda asked the question he wanted to ask. "They could be attacking my people even now!"
"So?" Now Bloodraven sounded exasperated.
"They do that every once a while?"
"What?"
"It never fails to surprise me just how little history your people manage to retain." He said with an expression of being put upon.
"Every few centuries, some of the White Walkers take it upon themselves to drive away the humans on their land."
"What of the Long Night? They almost destroyed humanity."
"What of the Long Night? Every race in Westeros has tried to destroy another race. First Men, Andals, even we Valyrians couldn't help but conquer the continent.
They failed to destroy humanity and have been destroyed as a race. There's less than a dozen of them still alive, and they barely procreate fast enough to make up for their deaths."
Jon felt like he needed a break to just absorb all that. It had raised more questions in his mind than it had answered.
Did they have a king? Was a dozen really a small number? How many wights can one Other even control?
Before he could decide on what to ask, Bloodraven speaks first.
"Was that it? You came all the way here to ask about White Walkers?"
"Yes. Pretty much."
"Just… go find the dragon."
"Skagos, right? That's rather far."
"Not for us. The Weirwoods here connect to the Weirwoods on Skagos. You can be there in half a day."
"Truly?" Jon asks, a little disbelievingly at the convenient transportation mode.
Bloodraven just shrugged. He realised that Munda had become strangely silent in the past minute, so he turned to look at her. His wife was looking all flushed, taking in deep breaths as she rubbed her thighs against each other.
Munda had turned sixteen during their travels, even as he had turned eighteen. He could tell that the end of her puberty had been good for her. Her breasts had gotten bigger, though they were still smaller than Mya's large ones or Nora's prodigious teats. They heaved as she looked at him with lidded.
He went to support her, and she grabbed him tightly.
"What's wrong with her?" He demanded.
"Ah, that must be the aphrodisiac smoke kicking in?"
"What?"
AN: So I went a little back and forth on how to portray Bloodraven. In the fandom he can be anything from a Merlin figure who sacrifice his honour and humanity to protect the world to a shadowy mastermind intent on world domination. Here he is just mostly selfish.