I had faced giants, undead, and even horny teenagers during my time here… but nothing quite as troubling as this red-haired girl named Ygritte.
I had an inkling that I knew her the first time I saw her, as soon as she entered that tent. But even after knowing her name, I couldn't figure it out until she said this:
"You know nothing..."
Yup, I now knew who she was. She was Jon's girl back in the show. Not anymore, though, the story has shifted way too much for that to happen, but well, who knows?
Whatever, that wasn't the issue...
Ever since the fight with the giant, the Free Folk had started looking at me differently. Some with respect, some with fear. The common thing between those two groups was that they tried to keep their distance most of the time. Maybe it was Mance's doing or they just didn't wish to interact with me. I didn't know, but this girl... she kept on trailing me, pestering me.
If she hadn't told me why, then I might have just thought that I had a Yandere on my hands here. However, that wasn't the case. In fact, this was even worse.
"Ronald," she had said the first time we spoke. Bold and sharp-eyed, the kind of girl who didn't back down from anyone. "Where were you? You disappeared moons ago."
She did something that not many were capable of—shutting me up with no comeback for the time being, even after months of practicing to beat Game of Thrones in their verbal jabs.
If that wasn't enough, then she almost gave me a heart attack when she said this almost in front of Mance and the other Free Folk.
And who is this Ronald? Never heard of him. I tried a quick search of the memories I had been given, but couldn't find anything in there.
I laughed at first, thinking it was a joke. "You must be mistaken," I told her. "My name is Thor. I come from Asgard."
But she didn't laugh. She stared at me like I had gone mad. "Asgard? Is that the name you made up to sway those northern gals?" she said with a frown. There was a hint of something dangerous in her eyes.
Perhaps my Yandere theory wasn't completely baseless. I'm not sure what she's speaking about, but I had a bad feeling. The girl was trouble.
Since then, I'd been avoiding her like the plague. I took my meals early or late, made excuses to train away from the camp, and always kept an eye out for her bright hair. Yet, somehow, she always found me.
It was true that I had no recollection of the memories of the person this body belonged to. At first, I just thought that this was Thor's body, period. However, that didn't explain why I looked like Thor in his late teens.
That didn't explain why I had to play this ridiculous system's games to get power. If this was Thor's body, then shouldn't I naturally be as strong as him?
That's where my suspicions started. I had a feeling that this wasn't Thor's body—at least, the System Template of Thor explained that much. Otherwise, what was the point of giving Thor his own template?
I tried to search through my memories. Thousands of years of memories were hard to decipher. I couldn't do it when I first arrived, but ever since, I had enough time to recollect almost everything I had in my head. I couldn't find anything about this Ronald guy.
The only two people's memories I had were my own and Thor's.
However, what that girl revealed—about this Ronald guy disappearing the same date I woke up north of the Wall—painted a very clear picture. I wasn't reincarnated but rather transfigured.
Transfigured into this Ronald guy's body.
Sigh. It would have been much easier if I had his memories too. At least I would have known how to act around this girl Ygritte, because she was a stubborn one.
Today was no different.
I was by the river, trying to clear my mind when she appeared again, arms crossed, her breath fogging in the cold air.
"You've changed," she said.
I didn't look at her. "People change."
"Not like this," she said. "You talk different, act different. You don't recognise me. You almost fucking killed a giant bare-handed. By the old gods, Ronald, what happened to you?"
I clenched my jaw. Her words made my thoughts spin. Though only suspicions, the way she acted around me—all familiar—made me feel that I had really stolen this Ronald's body.
I had no remorse or anything. I didn't do it willingly or anything, everything was an accident. However, that didn't help me while dealing with her.
Her following me all day long wasn't the issue. It was her opening her mouth in front of others that worried me.
That thought unsettled me more than I wanted to admit.
I turned to her, trying to stay calm. "Maybe this Ronald died… and I'm someone else now."
She looked at me like I had just confessed to being a ghost. "Maybe you're just lying so that you didn't have to explain why you left after stealing me."
Cough Cough...
"Maybe I am," I said, forcing a smile. "Maybe I'm not. Though if it were up to me, believe me, I wouldn't even dream of thinking about leaving a beautiful maiden like you behind." I grinned.
Only to get smacked on the head by her.
"Quit talking like that. You don't talk like that." She growled.
Lady, how am I supposed to know how this Ronald guy is supposed to talk? And why the fuck did he have to knock you up before handing his body to me? I can't help but curse.
"So how am I supposed to talk?"
"Not like that. You're too lordy... noble-like. Quit it."
"Okay, okay... I wouldn't have left someone so pretty..."
Snap...
"I said quit it..." She interrupted me again. What did I do this time?
"What?"
"You never call me pretty." She frowned.
"Then I was a moron of the highest order."
"I wouldn't doubt it even if someone says it otherwise..." She rolled her eyes, but still, the edge in her eyes never left.
"You're not him?" she asked, with a rather complicated face this time around. The man in front of her looked exactly like Ronald. However, he didn't behave like him at all.
That, with the fact that what he did—beating a giant bare-handed... by the old gods, her heart leapt out of her chest when she suddenly saw him facing one in the ring—she almost ran toward Rayder to pull his dick out, but he did it.
She knew Ronald. He was strong, always had been. But not this strong.
She was conflicted.