AU ;; for robb

[handandahalf]

Jon fled the Wall without looking back, his thoughts bent Southward to where his father's head was moldering outside King's Landing, where his sisters were vanished or dead, where the only family he knew for sure he had left had just declared himself King in the North. Robb's face breezed through Jon's mind as he rode hell-for-leather South; Robb

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[_kinginthenorth]

Robb had learned, by now, to expect the unexpected; still he was not prepared to hear that Jon Snow had come to Riverrun. He feared what his mother would say, and knew that he had little enough time to plan his response.

But all that fled his mind when he laid eyes on his brother, looking haggard and tired but so very present, so real. It was all he could do not to run and embrace him, and Grey Wind let out a joyful bark that could leave no one in doubt of the young king's true feelings.

[handandahalf]

Jon ran a hand through his ragged hair and tried not to grin; he wanted to show Robb the respect that was his due, but with Grey Wind bounding toward him the tug of relief upon his heart was too great to resist. He all but jogged to meet the Young Wolf and threw his arms around him, pounding his shoulder. "Gods, it's good to see you," he said, pulling back with a wide smile. "I've been in the saddle so long I almost forgot where I was riding to until I got here."

[_kinginthenorth]

Robb muffled a surprised noise in Jon's sweaty shoulder and hugged him back hard, clapping him on the back before they stepped away. "We're going to have a lot of explaining to do," he warns his brother softly; there was something dull and weary and tense about the lines forming on his face, as young as he was. "But truly, I am glad to see you."

[handandahalf]

"As I am glad to be here," Jon agreed. "Whatever needs explaining, I'll talk their ears off, only for gods' sakes feed me first," he laughed, swiping the hair out of his face. "A bath probably wouldn't go amiss either, unless you're comfortable with your lords bannermen thinking your brother's turned into a marsh-man."

[_kinginthenorth]

"My Northmen are used to looking like marsh-men, by now," Robb said dryly, but embraced him again. "Food, a bath, and a bed for you, though the last I cannot promise you will be able to find in good time."