### 1. A Touch from Another Life
The dream was too vivid.
Jon stood in a snow-laden pinewood clearing, North wind singing like an elegy. Ahead, a shadow formed — not with flame, not with prophecy, but familiarity.
A woman.
Furs. A bow strapped across her back. Fire-kissed hair.
Eyes that once made him abandon vows and kingdoms.
He whispered, "Ygritte?"
She blinked. The smile came last. "You're slower here."
When he reached to touch her — she stepped back.
"You died," he said, his throat closing.
Her voice wasn't cruel. Just tired. "Not exactly. One of you let me die. Another kept me in fire. And now… he sent me to see what you gave me up for."
Jon's heart pounded.
The corrupted alternate version of himself... had sent her. As both a curse and a test.
And Ygritte?
She remembered everything.
### 2. Harem Interrupted
Wanda was the first to sense it.
In the sanctuary corridor — where she studied layers of cosmic rift energy, building unstable fusion simulations — her chaos tether spasmed like a struck nerve.
She grasped her chest. "Jon's flame signature… just split."
Daenerys arrived moments later, her silver eyes concerned beneath a veil of firewoven silk. "I felt it too."
Sif broke the tension. "He's in the Grove. Alone. With someone."
When they reached him, he wasn't alone.
Ygritte stood cloaked beside him.
Alive.
Halved by magic. Whole through memory.
And Jon? Frozen… like a ghost cornered by dreams.
Daenerys didn't move.
Wanda blinked slowly. "You… brought her back."
"No," Jon murmured. "She was sent. By... the other me."
Wanda's voice darkened. "So the attack has already begun."
### 3. The Wolf and the Flame
Ygritte did not bow. Did not cower.
She looked at each of the women surrounding Jon — chaos incarnate, a reborn dragon, a Norse warrior-queen, a shapeshifter lounging on a terrace — and smirked.
"You lot all burn. That what keeps you by his side?"
Daenerys stepped forward. "We don't stay because of flame. We stay because he doesn't run from ours."
Ygritte looked at Jon bitterly. "Except from mine."
"You died in my arms," Jon said slowly. "That was never running."
She approached him. Closer than any of the others dared to. "Then give me one night. One memory. To say what death stole."
Wanda's hands curled into crackling red runes. "No."
But Jon held up a hand.
"She has the right to closure. Not the claim."
### 4. One Night Beneath the Ice Forest
That night, under the aurora forging the edge of their dimension, Jon and Ygritte walked alone into the sacred Stonepine Grove.
They said little.
Until she stopped and whispered: "You're softer. And stronger."
"I've loved again," he said. "But I never stopped loving you."
She touched his chest — the runes now pulsing under his skin. "And this? Do I belong in there?"
"You didn't ask for power. You just loved me. That was always your strength."
She leaned in.
A kiss.
Soft. Like cold tongues melting. Like memory begging to be real.
> One night.
They shared fire — not god-flame, but mortal passion. Not destiny, but grief soothed with skin.
As they lay together, Ygritte whispered:
"Don't mourn what we were. Make peace with it. So when your war comes — none of us hold you back."
### 5. After Passion, Tension
He returned at dawn.
Ygritte vanished — not dead, not alive — but faded into flame-emotion, returning across the weave of timelines. She left nothing behind but a piece of herself lingering in his heartbeat.
Wanda greeted him wordlessly.
She didn't ask. She didn't cry.
But when he approached to touch her face—
"You don't need to explain," she said coldly. "You just need to understand we still have to fight a version of you who will burn us before he chooses."
"That wasn't my choice."
"No," she said, stepping back, "but it's the one that made every other one harder."
### 6. Arya's Convergence
Later, in the Forged Sanctum, Arya approached him.
This time, not with blades. With closeness.
"I'm not angry you left. I'm not angry she returned."
Jon swallowed. "Then what?"
She stepped so near he could feel the heat of her breath. Her lips barely parting. "I'm ready."
Jon blinked. "For what?"
"To join you. See how much fire I can hold."
He nodded silently — and took her to the bond chamber.
There, the last threads between them — warrior and protector, brother and sister, shadow and sun — were undone.
She kissed him not like kin but confession.
Small. Relentless.
Their connection flooded with heat.
> Not lust.
> Power shared in obsession and trust.
When she collapsed against his chest later, breath shivering, she whispered:
"I'm not meant for love."
"You are now," he replied.
### 7. In the Shadows of Another War
High above, beyond this universe's barrier...
The Other Jon looked down at the memory echo fading from this world — Ygritte's fire spark slipping through portal-gates.
Beside him stood Corrupted Dany. Diseased Wanda. Silent Arya.
Behind him?
A towering construct—a throne made from broken Mjolnir, cloaked in berserker Odin runes.
"Now he knows what I gave up for the world I built," he said, flexing a gauntlet pulsing with dragon-blood.
"And now… I'll take his queens one at a time."
He snapped his fingers.
And the first assault began.
Targets lit up:
- **Sersi** — in the Eternals Runic Vault
- **Mystique** — in her espionage corridor
- **Wanda**—in her power cradle
- And Jon… mid-flamemark trance.
Because war was never going to knock.
It was always going to step through the fire.