She wanted a storm to match her rage.

Chapter Four

"Are you sure that I can't see him?" His little brother had asked for what seemed to be the hundredth time as Jaime dragged his whetstone over the blade of the sword as he tried to think about anything other than the stranger that had fallen from the sky. He had been at the center of everything that had been happening at the Rock as of late.

Cersei had been showing some interest in him as well and that made Jaime want to go and hack the impossible man's head off while he slept. But he was under guest right and Jaime would rather die than break that, he would be hated and despised and this strange man wasn't worth that even if he did have an effect on Cersei that Jaime did not like.

To be fair, it was not limited to his sister. All of Casterly Rock seemed to be in love with the stranger who had fallen out of the sky and Jaime was fairly certain that it was going to drive him into madness. His own Lord Father had spent every morning with the strange man ever since he had woken up and he was not quick to say what they had spoken of, Lord Tywin kept his own council most of the time and when he did not he would only speak to his brothers and to his sister.

Jaime was his son and heir and yet Lord Tywin had told him nothing, he had simply told him that his duty was to ensure that everything was kept calm and that his brother and sister were kept away from him while the Lord of Casterly Rock and his siblings decided what it was that was the best to do for the rest of the family.

"Jaime, are you listening to me?" His little brother spoke again and Jaime could not stop a smile as he looked down at him and saw that Tyrion looked so very offended that Jaime had been ignoring him. "I said could I go and see the man that fell from the sky? I was with you when he fell from the heavens, but I haven't been able to see him since."

"I heard you little brother, and the answer is the same as the last time you asked me. No." Jaime said as he reached down and ruffled his hair, and try as he might he was not able to stop himself from smiling as a heavy pout settled on Tyrion's ugly little face. "Our Lord Father told us that we were to stay away from him until he said otherwise, and he has not said otherwise has he?"

"No." Tyrion coincided with another pout, crossing his arms over his chest and looking very disappointed indeed. "But it's not fair! Cersei got to go and see him, and she got to see him when he was awake!"

That itself was true, and it was enough to bring back a frown so dark and heavy that Jaime doubted that even his little brother would be able to wipe it of off. Cersei had been there when the strange man had awoken and she had not stopped talking about it, whispering and laughing about it with her ladies that their Father had insisted on having her keep company with.

It wasn't as if they had spoken with one another, after all. From all that Jaime had heard, it sounded like the man had woken and then Uncle Tygett had hurried Cersei away from the room to inform their Lord Father that the man was awake. It didn't sound like they had time for a thrilling discussion, and yet his sister acted like she had learned all the secrets of the strange man from a single spoken word.

"Jaime." His name being spoken made him turn his attention away from his blade and his little brother for the moment and towards his Uncle Kevan who seemed to have crept up on them without either of them noticing. Jaime did notice, however, that his uncle did not look well. He had always been rounder than Lord Tywin and quicker to loosing his breath.

But now his skin was pale and a thin layer of sweat coated him. Jaime frowned as he rose from where he was sitting. "Yes Uncle? What would you have of me?" He had a horrible feeling in the pit of his stomach that he was not going to enjoy this, at all.

"Your Lord Father wishes to speak with you and your sister, your Aunt Genna has already gone to fetch her. Come with me, quickly now." Uncle Kevan said nothing else, he simply turned around and made his way back into the keep that contained his Lord Father's apartments and solar. Jaime told his little brother to hurry on to his lessons before he followed after his uncle as quickly as he could.

Jaime didn't think he had ever seen the castle this quiet before, it was like a storm was about to break just on the horizon. He didn't like it, Casterly Rock was a place where he had never needed to feel any sort of fear. The ancient castle of House Lannister was the mightiest stronghold in all of the Seven Kingdoms. What could ever do them any sort of harm here?

Maybe men that could fall from the sky. That thought made Jaime frowned and he tightened his grip on the hilt of his blade, he did not mean to draw it but the weight of it made him feel better. It made him feel like he had some strength, some amount of choice in whatever was going to happen next.

In the strongest part of the castle, at the highest point of the Rock, there was Lord Tywin Lannister's personal apartments and his solar. His Father was already sitting behind his desk, his pale green eyes were glowing in the light of the candle that was burning on his desk but they were still as cold as a glacier. Cersei was sitting on the other side of the desk, her golden curls falling around her face in soft waves.

Jaime sat down in the chair next to Cersei and he wanted to reach over and take her hand in his but Lord Tywin was ever watchful, his hands folded in front of his chest. When he spoke, you listened. "What I am about to tell the both of you does not leave this room, is that clear to you?"

Jaime and Cersei nodded as if they were one person and Lord Tywin continued on. "The man who fell from the sky, he claims that his name is Thor. And, he claims that he is the god of thunder." Their Father shook his head then. "Now I would normally treat this as foolishness, some jest or a lie spoken to gain influence and power but what I have seen him do...If the only thing left to explain what I have seen is the impossible, then the impossible is what it must be in the end. He is, what he says he is."

"He can not return from where he came, or so he claims. And that is fortunate for us, as we must work quickly." He turned his full attention on to Jaime. "Jaime, I want you to befriend him. He claims that he is older than me and that yet may be true, but age is not in itself wisdom. Speak with him, spar with him, jest with him. Making him another brother."

His golden flecked eyes then moved from Jaime over to Cersei. "Your task Cersei, is to make him love you." The word turned cold then and Jaime's heart must have skipped a beat as his hands clenched tightly into fists at his side, and he tried his hardest not to scream out his rage. Or to march out of this room, draw his blade, and shove it through the god's heart.

"I thought I was to marry Rhaegar, you promised me that I would be his wife and that I would be Queen. You promised." Cersei did not look as angry as he felt, though she did seem to be irritated. Her own green eyes narrowed at their Father.

"Why be a Queen, when I mean to make you a goddess?" That made Cersei's face go blank for a moment as her father's words began to sink in, but then she began to smile. "We were kings once, but then the dragons came and we were made nothing more than lords, sworn to nothing more than the Iron Throne and whatever dragon sat upon it, be they brilliant or a madman. Well, even dragons must bow to the gods and now we have one. And House Lannister will be high above them all now."

"Yes Father!" Cersei said with a smile, as gleeful as a girl.

"Yes Father." Jaime said, only just able to keep his face neutral and his tone calm.

They were the both of them dismissed then, leaving Lord Tywin to speak with his younger brother alone. The twins made their way to their own apartments, in a lower level of the keep and once they were alone and away from any eyes, Jaime went to Cersei and took her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead and then dipping down lower to capture her lips.

She was so warm, it had been to long since they were together. Jaime never wanted to let her go ever again and it seemed that Cersei did not want him to either. Her hand came up to rest on the back of his head and pressed him close to her. He was hers and she was his, nothing could tear them apart from one another. Nothing.

"Jaime." She whimpered against his lips, resting her hands on his chest and pressing against him with all of her strength which was not enough to move him. "Jaime, let me go."

Jaime didn't want to let her go, he wanted to hold her all the tighter and keep kissing her until their lungs burned. He wanted to have her out of her dress and fall into bed with her. He wanted to run his fingers through her golden hair until the world came to an end and he wanted to keep her at his side for the rest of time but in the end Jaime had never been able to deny Cersei and so he let her go.

Once she was free of his hold, Cersei pulled back from him. A lovely red flush on her face and her lips swollen from their kisses. Her green eyes were alight, like someone had lit a pair of candles behind them. Once Cersei had caught her breath, she spoke. "Do you think it's true? The man who fell from the sky, this Thor, that he is actually a god?"

"I don't know." And that was the truth of it, he didn't. The only gods that Jaime knew of were the Seven, and none of them claimed to be a god of the weather. There was the Warrior and the Father and The Maiden and the Mother and the Smith and the Crone and the Stranger. But other lands must have their own gods as well, perhaps he was a god from one of those lands.

But if Father believe that he was a god, then he had to be. Didn't he? Lord Tywin was not the sort to be take in by a mummer's farce or trick. "Father thinks that he is and I did see him fall out of the sky, so did our uncles and Tyrion." Well, if the truth was to be told they saw something fall out of the sky and then when they came to the clearing where he had come down, so it might have been that something had fallen and then the man had laid himself in the clearing.

But Father had not seen that but he was convinced that Thor, and what sort of a name was that, was indeed a god. He must have seen something that convinced him.

And it seemed that Father's belief was enough for Cersei who nodded and turned and walked over to a chest near the bed and knelt to open it, pulling out a handful of dresses and furs. "You should go and speak with him then, Father wanted you to befriend him after all." And just like that she was gone, in her own world and Jaime frowned.

All the same, she was right in that Father commanded him and so Jaime made his farewells and left the room and began to make his way to the larger apartments that Thor had been moved to. They were the apartments that were normally reserved for the royal visits and no one had lost sight of what it was that meant. The guards on the door let him in, apparently Lord Tywin had already sent word that he was to be let through.

Jaime didn't know what to feel when he walked into those apartments and saw that Thor was wearing the gold and crimson of House Lannister, not so much that he was wearing it and more so the fact that the colors truly seemed to fit him. He was tall and golden, he looked like a Lannister. Though his eyes were blue while all of the lions of the Rock had green eyes instead.

"My Lord." It seemed the safest mode of address to use, he was hardly going to call him his god. "I am Ser Jaime of the House Lannister, I am the son and heir of Lord Tywin Lannister. My Lord Father thought that you might enjoy a walk, he felt that perhaps you were feeling somewhat caged inside of here. I could show you the rest of the Rock."

The god stared at him for a moment and then grinned and nodded before he jumped up from the chair that he had been sitting on. "Yes, I think I will enjoy that. Let us go on then, Jaime son of Tywin!"

Was there truly a reason to be shouting like that? All the same, Jaime forced himself to smile and then turned and walked out of the apartments with Thor following behind him. As they walked, it seemed that the god was sort of a chatty sort. He seemed to be asking a thousand questions, some were about House Lannister, some were about the rest of the houses in the Westerlands, some were about the other Seven Kingdoms and the Lands across the Sea and indeed some were just about Jaime himself.

When one question was answered, there was always another one that needed to be answered. It reminded him of his little brother, and that thought was enough to make him smile. They were coming out into the yard and Jaime was wondering where he should take him to, perhaps the Golden Hall, when a cry of sheer joy and excitement pierced the air.

Tyrion half ran and half waddled over to the pair of him, his mismatched eyes were wide and filled with joy as he stared up at the god. "You're him, aren't you!? You're the man that fell out of the sky!" Jaime noticed he was hopping, that was how excited he was and despite himself, despite everything, he couldn't help but smile.

"Yes, little one, yes I am." Thor said, and Jaime could not deny that he was surprised at the amount of warmth and tenderness in the god's voice for his little brother. Most everyone who met Tyrion spoke to his with a voice filled with barely disguised distaste and disgust, they saw the swollen head and the stumpy limbs and the mismatched eyes and they wanted to be as far away from him as soon as they could be. "But I hope you know that I don't make a habit of it."

"Can you fly? Do you live in the sky?" Tyrion's voice was quiet now but with each question that he asked the awe in his voice grew with each and every question that he asked and Jaime waited for Thor's patience to grow thin but it never seemed to, whenever his little brother had a question he answered it. Yes, he could fly. No, he didn't live in the sky. He lived somewhere very far away, a land called Asgard.

Jaime sat back and watched the pair of them, silent and unnoticed as the god of thunder from Asgard and the Imp of House Lannister from Casterly Rock entered into their own little world. He did not know how long he stood there watching, but soon enough the spell was broken when the Maester came into the yard yelling for Tyrion. Telling him that he needed to attend his lessons or his Lord Father would be must wroth with him.

Jaime knew his little brother well enough to know from a glance that he did not want to go at all but fear of their Father, and a promise from Thor that he would answer any more of his questions that he had later, was enough to convince Tyrion to go with the Maester. Once Tyrion had gone and Thor had risen to his full height, which was taller than Jaime, he spoke. "That was kind of you."

"Your brother, I take it?" Thor asked and Jaime nodded. "I have brothers as well, three of them and both of them are younger than me." His voice had grown quiet, sad and he glanced up at the sky. "I will see them again soon, of course. But they do seem to be taking their time when it comes to finding me, perhaps something has gone wrong."

"You said to Tyrion that you could fly, if that is so. Why not just fly back to Asgard?" If Jaime could fly, then chances were that he would always stay in the air and never come back down again. No, that was wrong. He would fly till he found a place in the world that was just for himself and Cersei and take the both of them there.

"It is not so simple as that." Thor said with a sigh. "If I could return to Asgard through mere flight, then I would have gone. There is a bridge, that I must cross in order to get there but it is closed to me at the moment." For such a tall and strong man, he looked so vulnerable for a moment. "And I have never known it to be closed to me, unless my own Father has exiled me. If so, then I will never be able to go home."

"I'm sorry." Would Lord Tywin ever do such a thing to him? He had banished Uncle Tygett once, for a long time when he had been caught trying to show Cersei how to use a sword and Aunt Genna and his Father had not spoken for years over some argument they had which meant she had stayed at the The Twins for longer than he had ever known her too, but he always let them back in after a time.

Would Jaime ever do such a thing to disappoint Lord Tywin in such a way? And if he was banished, where would he go? To the Twins, he supposed. There was no where else he truly could go. It was a horrible thought, and not one that he wished to entertain any longer. But it wasn't just a thought for Thor, it was what he was living in that moment.

"I am sure that's not true, I imagine that they are working on fixing this bridge you speak of as soon as possible and you will be home before you know it." Jaime sighed and crossed his arms. "And, until that happens, well you are welcome to stay here for as long as it is you wish."

Thor smiled at him then. "Thank you Ser Jaime Lannister, son of Tywin. You are kind as well."

And then, funnily enough, Jaime Lannister found himself smiling as well.

End of Chapter Four.

I hope everyone enjoys this chapter, I really enjoy writing about Thor and the Lannister siblings getting to know one another. Next chapter we swap focus over to Cersei.

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DiscordantSymphony