Two weeks later, the quartet of northern men loaded into an inn. It wasn't the first inn they had stayed in for the journey but they had still spent a few nights in a row camping in the open, so they were pining for a nice, soft bed and a professionally cooked meal.
"We need something to eat and drink", Lord Moss said as he entered the building in this unassuming village. The room was entirely ordinary, nothing out of the ordinary which they had grown accustomed to. A few tables to sit at, a bar and a stairway up to where the rooms for staying overnight were.
"Yes milord", a young girl, maybe fifteen said as she handed some mugs to other guests, "mom! We have a party of four, carrying the stark crest!"
Looking at her closer, Jon saw she had an athletic build, she had clearly helped with farmwork or something similar. She had long, black hair and piercing grey eyes. Freckles ran over her nose and she had a carefree smile on her face.
"Oh~? You fancy the barmaid?" Barry asked, seeing his gaze linger on the girl.
He shrugged, still not looking away, "she is pretty, yes but- well I won't ever see her again"
"That is exactly why you should pursue her! When I was your age, I traveled to a small village due east. I don't even remember its name but there I met Doris, beautiful red hair, she had. We had fun together and I never saw her again. These are special memories which you will cherish for the rest of your life!"
Jon scoffed, banishing the thought from his mind and sitting down at one of the tables, followed by his guard.
Soon, four servings of food were left in front of them plus some ale. The food was good, not amazing but good.
Barry and Ser Gary started a drinking contest with some of the locals. It was kind of funny, seeing these grown men drink themselves silly like high school kids having stolen their dad's liquor. The young girl kept glancing at him. When she got close enough, he could hear her heart racing. Seems as though, even though he wasn't interested, she very much was. It was kind of cute but he shot it down. Too worrisome.
As the day turned to night, he went to his room, practically sinking into the bed after having slept on the ground for several nights.
His eyes closed and he drifted off into sleep. That was until he awoke to the feeling of pleasure. Groggily, he opened his eyes and saw the bar maid riding his cock. His face grew pale, "get off me, you wench!" This couldn't be happening! This wasn't how he wanted his first time to happen, whilst he was oblivious.
"*moan* I can't stop *moan* now! It feels too good. Doesn't it feel good milord? Mmmm!" The girl was out of her mind, lost in pleasure. Fury rose inside of him and he flung the girl away from him. In his rage, he may have flung her too hard. She still moaned but this time in pain as he had flung her across the room. He shuddered. He felt so violated, just a living sex toy for that girl. As he gazed upon the naked girl on his floor, he didn't feel arousal, only disgust. He pulled his pants back on and grabbed her by the throat. Within him, anger was boiling.
How dare she?!
He was a god, not some dick on a stick!
He squeezed and the girl lost color in her face, struggling, gasping for air. He wanted her to suffer for what she had done. He detested rape of any kind and this most definitely had been rape. He wanted to watch as the life drained out of her. She deserved it, didn't she?
But as she watched her slowly go limp, he felt his conscience claw its way to the front of his mind. He was better than this! He let go of her throat but it was too late. She had stopped breathing.
"Shit!" He muttered, "I have to get her out of here"
With a wave of his hand, he and the girl went invisible or rather, he put an illusion of nothingness around them. He carried her corpse out of the inn and into the street. No one was around, so he laid her down in a ditch and walked back to the inn, where he went back to sleep.
In his dreams, he relived the events of that night, only in her body. He could feel his own hands strangle him, the air he so desperately needed not allowed to enter his lungs. He could hear his heartbeat pounding in his skull. He awoke the next morning, drenched in sweat.
What he had done in that fit of rage back there would haunt him for the rest of the way to kings landing. He woke up screaming more often than not and when he closed his eyes, he could see her cold, lifeless eyes staring back at him. Loki had killed before but there was something about that kill that hit hard. Maybe it was because he used his bare hands for it, maybe it was because he did it himself, not just watch it in a memory bug what he knew was that with that first kill, something inside him had broken.
When they arrived in the city, he was overwhelmed with sensations, everything was so loud, so bright and most of all, it smelled like shit, an overwhelming stench even to non-enhanced senses. The red keep was overlooking the gigantic city, visible from every part of the city.
"This is it, the sleeping dragons inn", Lord Moss said, "from now on, you are on your own kid"
'Kid', that was his new nickname for Jon. Calling him bastard didn't feel right, so he defaulted to Kid.
"Thank you three for safely bringing me here. I have grown fond of you. We will see each other again, i promise it"
"Yeah kid, have fun"