Aemond x drunk!reader | hilarity ensues
You were very drunk.
It wasn’t often you indulged, but tonight Aegon had successfully persuaded you to down goblet after goblet of wine until the hour grew late and your vision swam before your bleary eyes.
Your husband, throwing a last exasperated look to his elder brother, helped you rise from the table. “Y/N, put your arm around my shoulders. No, my shoulders, Y/N.”
With a long-suffering sigh, Aemond grabbed your limp wrist, pulling your arm over his shoulders himself. You giggled madly, egged on by Aegon’s tipsy cackles. It was just the three of you remaining in the dining hall, Helaena had long since made her escape back to her chambers.
It was with difficulty Aemond maneuvered you both around the oaken table and to the door. “Good night you two!” Aegon called after your retreating forms, raising another full cup to toast a farewell, sitting now alone inside the firelit hall.
Aemond had indulged in one glass of wine, switching to water for the rest of the evening. He had watched with increasing alarm at how quickly you’d inhaled each refill of your own drink, casting warning glares to his brother whenever Aegon refilled your cup enthusiastically.
You were having a tough time walking, much less being able to see the details of where you were being led. Your voice slurred as you tried to speak to the man helping you to your rooms. “I can quite manage on my own, thank you oh generous lord…lady…whoever you are.” You ran a hand along Aemond’s chest letting out a giggle. “Lord it is. You’re a man.”
“Last time I checked.” Aemond said dryly, hoisting you back upright as your knees buckled slightly, opening the door to your shared bedroom and guiding you through before relinquishing his hold on you. “I am also your husband.”
You collapsed onto the couch. “My husband.” You smiled dreamily; eyes taken in by the dancing flames of the fireplace. “My husband is a dragon, you know.”
“Is he indeed.” Aemond crouched before you to unlace your shoes, smiling slightly as you continued.
“Oh yes.” You lifted a heavy foot to aid in the removal of your shoes, your feet aching. “He’s tall, like this tall.” You raised a limp hand into the air above your head. “His hair is gorgeous. It’s ridiculous really, he refuses to tell me the secret.”
“Mhm. Go on.”
“Yeah…so silky and long…it’s not fair. He’s smart, like book smart you know?” You tapped your temple with a finger.
“I do.” Aemond was making a valiant effort to keep a straight face as he looked up at you from the rug, kneading small circles into the arch of your foot.
“He’s brave, he rides Vhagar.” You lowered your voice to a whisper at the dragon’s name. “The biggest lizard in all the world.”
Aemond laughed loudly at that, his voice filling the room. “Does he now? Sounds like quite a man.”
“Oh he is.” You laid back against the cushions, sighing dreamily, a little trickle of drool running down the corner of your mouth. “He is absolute magic in bed.” You sat up again suddenly, swaying as your vision spun. “His cock is about the size of a Pentosi-”
“I think,” Aemond interrupted, wiping your mouth with his thumb. “It is quite time for bed, don’t you?”
“Mmm, bed.” You agreed, trying to stand only to fall back against the sofa, laughing helplessly.
“Here, my love.” Aemond, ever patient with you, sat you upright, reaching around your waist to pull at the laces of your dress.
You slapped his hands away, a frown upon your flushed features. “No, no, no, for my husband only.”
“Y/N I-”
“No, his hands only touch.” You gestured to yourself before raising your arms like a marionette doll. “Help me to bed, Clive.”
“I’m having words with Aegon tomorrow.” Aemond murmured, knowing that arguing would be useless as he helped you stand and make your stumbling way to the bed.
He tried once more to assist you out of your heavy gown, but you hit at his chest weakly with loose fists. “I’ll tell my husband of this behavior; he’ll have something to say to you when he finds out.”
“Of that, I have no doubt.” Aemond sighed, relenting as you shook a stern finger at the bedpost.
You collapsed upon the feather mattress, curling in on yourself as Aemond tucked you into the blankets. He surreptitiously loosened the lacings of your corset so you could at least breathe properly as you slept.
It was not long before your breathing slowed, and you fell into deep slumber.
“That is going to be a hangover sent straight from the seven hells.” He muttered, leaning over your sleeping form to place a kiss to your head.
Aemond elected to sleep on the couch that night, fearing you’d wake and panic, thinking a stranger…this mysterious “Clive”…shared your bed. He stoked the fire one last time before changing and settling down under a thin throw blanket. He watched your still body for a time, listening to the occasional soft snores that left your slack mouth, until he too fell into a dreamless sleep, a slight smile still upon his lips.
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