One of my favorite scenes is when Tormund meets Sandor Clegane, the Hound.
Youβve got the Hound being his usual grumpy, scarred, miserable self, and then thereβs the romantic Viking, Tormund.
His obsession with Brienne is the highlight of the later seasons for me. He is literally imagining their giant babies while standing in the middle of a frozen wasteland.
It breaks my heart that she stayed stuck on Jaime when she could have had a wildling king who worshipped the ground she walked on.