No, not as such. The old gods aren't the Seven, there's not so many rules.
[Jon did have some faith, more now perhaps than he'd ever truly had in Winterfell (it seems to him that the weirwoods have more power in the wild beyond the Wall), but he's not exactly religious. There's nothing truly organized about worship of the old gods.]
[His family hadn't been particularly religious and he'd pretty much given up on even the idea of god when he'd seen his mom in the hospital. And after.]
Not everyone gives a crap what a bunch of things that may or may not be there and probably don't give a damn about anyone anymore think.
I suppose. [Well, to each his own. Jon shrugs. It's strange, but it's also not the first time he's encountered the opinion.] Thank you, for the potion.
You wouldn't. [He still inches back a hair though so he'll have a slightly better chance of blocking just in case.] And I won't have kids, I've already told you. [VOWS, STILES. VOWS.]
You'd be pretty surprised at what can change in five years. Or ten. Or whatever.
[He grins, then holds both hands up. No, Jon, he wouldn't. As a bearer of a penis, he knew just how much that hurt so no, no dick-whacking today. TODAY. God, you better hope he never gets turned into a girl]
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[Jon did have some faith, more now perhaps than he'd ever truly had in Winterfell (it seems to him that the weirwoods have more power in the wild beyond the Wall), but he's not exactly religious. There's nothing truly organized about worship of the old gods.]
Do you not keep any gods, Stiles?
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[His family hadn't been particularly religious and he'd pretty much given up on even the idea of god when he'd seen his mom in the hospital. And after.]
Not everyone gives a crap what a bunch of things that may or may not be there and probably don't give a damn about anyone anymore think.
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[No. No babies. Keep small fragile screaming things away from him.]
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A baby? What would I be doing with a baby?
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I have no idea. What would anyone be doing with a baby?
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I do hope someone has given you The Talk by now, Stiles, you're a man grown.
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[Yes, Stiles had done the freaky-freak dance all of once before coming here. And it had been in rather extenuating circumstances.
But it still counted.]
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I've only ever met one man who thinks he's as funny as you think you are.
[Jon doesn't know whether it would be perfect or a disaster if Pyp and Stiles ever met.]
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[Jon. Jon, stop being cute.]
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[Stiles first tbh.]
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[Snigger. Was he sniggering? He was totally sniggering.]
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It would be sweet if it was only a poorly told joke that could do that.
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Hey, words can hurt, bro. You just need to know the right ones.
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Aye, but if they're too right, they're like to get you killed. Men can be touchy about such things.
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Men are touchy about everything. We just pretend we're not. We're terrible liars.
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Or make sure you don't ever have kids. Ever.
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[He grins, then holds both hands up. No, Jon, he wouldn't. As a bearer of a penis, he knew just how much that hurt so no, no dick-whacking today. TODAY.
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[He was expecting a no, but some niggling little voice thought he might get it.]
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... Once.
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