First ever self insert and story in a while now. I a total ASOIAF fan for years and for weeks this idea been in my head to make a story.

First thing I have to say the SI is going to be born more a century before the books. So Targaryens still on Iron Throne and the SI actions will have an effect on the future. Several SI stories had inspired this including one call a Farmer's tale.

I don't own the books and G.R.R.M does.

Didn't expect this!

177 AC, The North

Being reborn into another life was never something I ask or ever dream of but I go to bed sleeping. And I woke up as baby in some medieval house to poor farmers.

I spended the first years of my new life relearning how to walk and talk. My new parents had eight kids by the time I was five with me being the fifth born and third son. Even worse than being reborn was learning I was in Westeros and a Northerner.

The only good news was all my siblings were alive by the time I ten, my new home is a small farm near your usual dirt poor villages of some dozen or so families. Dad grew rye, wheat, potatoes and raising some livestocks.

We also had the usually livestocks like pigs, chickens, two old horses, a cow and some sheep.

We were all golden haired through mom and three siblings are a lighter shade than dad and the rest of us.

My new name is Harthacnut but shorted to Cnut by my siblings. Rolf was the eldest son, Dacy the eldest daughter follow by Ulf, Ragnhild, me, Emma, Gunhilda and Harold.

It sucked at first growing up again in a non modern world but I found it more simple and exciting in ways.

By six I was helping around the farm and we did ok. Oh there were hungry years and the winters were cold but we first men endure it.

In my past life, I used to watch tons of history shows and documentaries. I learn enough farming tips to hint my new father on what he could to improve the family farm.

After several hints he actually had ideas himself and had us soon using our trash as fertilizer for the crops. Rolf and Dacy are twins who stick together. And come up with the idea of making pottery after they discover a source of clay near a river one day.

Mother and the girls had us collect baskets of it and they make pottery, dishwares and little statues after some tries and errors. We raise some coins from selling the extra they make.

Our farm in the Rills, twelve days from Blazewater bay, one day from a river, four hours from the village and two weeks from the Lord Ryswell's hold.

Some petty lord rules the local area and collects taxes for House Ryswell and House Stark. We pay in goods since most small folks never have much coins or wealth in general.

My older siblings enjoy messing with me as normal older brothers and sisters do. I also mess with the younger ones too and at ten crafted a crude guitar to play songs.

My family finds me odd with all my ideas or occasion inventions. Mother encourages me to try out my ideas, which leads to us making elderberry wine after collecting enough of them.

In my time here in Westeros I learned to eat the common meals of a small folks and I find that porridge sucks. Especially during the bad winters of eating gruel like I was Oliver Twist.

At twelve years old I am taller than kids my age and begin taking up the trade of a hunter.

In past life, I was good at hunting, I prefer guns but I don't know how to make gunpowder and Westeros is dangerous enough without it being invent by me.

With a short bow and simple traps. Me and Rolf were hunt in the hills when we could and often return with small game.

I made a crude Ushanka out of the rabbits I caught. The family soon like it and had me make more with adding animal fat to waterproof them. Also the religion of the first Men pretty simple, I never was religious in my old life and praying to a Tree felt much simpler.

Maybe because it not organized like the Faith of Seven or worshipping a god who encourages raiding people like the Ironborn Faith. Another thing I did was learning how to read and write.

If I got to be a poor farmer's son I want to be literacy and only my mother really supported me as the others saw no need to be able to read or write.

From a merchant I learned the basics of reading and writing after I pay him in furs. At this point the twins are sixteen, Ulf, fifteen, Ragnhild thirteen, I was still twelve but look older, Emma is eleven, Gunhilda is nine and little Harold is six.

Our parents are already looking for matches for the twins. Rolf has his eyes on the daughter of a sheep farmer and Dacy sweet on village blacksmith's son. Mother and father have different ideas than them.

They to want Dacy marrying the son of mom's sister who married to a wool merchant in Barrowton. Their pretty well off compared to us and even offer a bride price for her. For Rolf they want him to wed the daughter of a tanner and he not really on board with it.

Unsurprising I find myself passing messages for the twins when I not farming or hunting. Around that time I also invented blue Jeans to wear.

There nothing like the ones I known but their cut and sew closely enough. Mother and Dacy helped me with them and their made from sturdy cotton we brought from the yearly traders that come to the village.

I use natural blue dye made from a plant and with the leftover scraps of cotton also created boxers.

Don't even get me started on what passes for underwear in Westeros. My brothers and father soon after seeing me around with them wanted some too. Rolf stolen my favorite pair for one of his dates with his shepherd girl. A cute brunette named Alys, she thin, tall and has a small bust.

She also a nice girl who really likes Rolf, by my fourteen name day we expanded the house adding more rooms including at my suggestion a bathroom with a metal tub I pay with my earns from my trade. And convince everyone to bath each day with soap.

The girls love it and were the ones who took the most time in there. The farm at that point was doing better, we had plenty of food, herbs and more livestocks too. By that time I was making longer hunting trips into the rills and beyond. My friends Mycah, William and Theo were often joined me especially if I was planning detours on the trips.

Mycah is the village tanner's youngest while William and Theo are twin sons of the local butcher. I befriend them at a younger age and take them with me for their skills.

I were kill the animal, Mycah skins and tan the hide. While the twins cut the meat up and salt the pieces. We all end up with coins in our pockets and after one really fruitful trip brought a baggage horse to carry our supplies and catch home.

This goes on until after I turned fifteen. One day a merchant comes to the village and I decide to offer my service as a guard when he mentions he going to Deepwood Motte, he brush me off but I insisted until he agrees. Mom and father weren't so happy but agreed to let me go after an short argument.

I joined the merchant the next morning with my bow, arrows, long dagger, a bag of clothes and food. The caravan consist of three carts, nine horses, the merchant, three of his workers, his eldest son and seven guards including me.

The first day I spend walking next to the cart or riding on one throughout the day. Others chatting with the other guys their not much to do, by the fourth day we out of the rills and on the kingsroad. The next days we stopping at Inns and passing other travelers on the road traveling like us.

More than one person ask about my jeans and hat. By the third week we in the woods close to Deepwood, the merchant skip stopping at Winterfell so I didn't get to see the castle or even a Stark but I seen patrols of men with their coat of arms on their tunics.

I really by this point missing cars cause in a day or two I could drive to Deepwood Motte than spend the better part of three weeks walking there.

Two days into the woods as we replacing a broken wheel we attack. A guard named Alvin saw movement in the woods around us and raise the alarm.

I am standing next to a cart eating when a man in rags and fur come out of a bush screaming and coming at me with a rusty sword. I threw my cup of ale at him and as he distract for a moment I rush him with my long dagger. I thrust my dagger in his belly and drive him into a tree.

My blade goes to the hilt after this. He screams and blood soon on my hand then the ground as I pull out my blade he drops to the ground dying. For a long moment I realize I just killed someone but my mind remembers we under attack quickly. I grab my bow, string the bowstring and notch a arrow then aim at a bandit fighting with another guard call Rodick. I fired almost point blank and get the bandit in the throat, I jump on the cart and fire another arrow hitting another in the chest.

I shoot two more arrows and fell two more attackers as we rally and throw them back. Three more fall to my bow before their back in wood and out of my sight.

My hands shake after the fight, we lost Alvin and another guard Brandon to them. A check of their fallen tells us their wildings from their gear and the Merchant Edmund had us change that wheel fast. We also quickly buried our dead and found some silver on the wildings.

I also loot a serviceable sword and a shield with the badge of House Glover painted on it from one. The next day we weary watch the trees and everyone was armed. The road we pass a hamlet that was attack and destroyed. Nothing but still smoking ruins of buildings and a few bodies we hasty buried out of respect.

The day after we pass another wood hamlet where the men with makeshift weapons stopped us. They mistook me as Glover soldier cause of the shield when I was scouting ahead of the group. Their leader asked us to tell Deepwood that the wildings had been raiding in unexpected large numbers and if we can take their women and children.

Edmund agrees only after they offer him some silver and goods. With a score of children and women plus we extra wagons pull by old horses we continue to Deepwood as fast as possible. The kids stare at me in awe as I walk near them with my bow ready.

More than once I shot at movement behind bushes or in the woods from the road. And I was rewarded with wounding a Wilding who we drag, strip, gag and tie up in a cart. Edmund thinks we might get something for bringing one alive to Lord Glover. On him we found some coins, a looted sword, helmet and mail. He cursed a lot as we tied him up and said we be dead.

Edmund handed me the mail and helmet to wear. The mail looks like what I always seen on TV and movies. The helmet open face and shape like a spangenhelm. A guard Harrison helps me get the byrnie on and now I feel how heavy it is. We get to Deepwood Motte without anymore trouble and at the gate, we see more small folks waiting to get in and a few ask us if Lord Stark sending help.

It look like a very unusual large group of Wildings somehow got passed the wall and raiding the coast plus woods.

Once in the settlement, Edmund pays me and tells me he won't be leaving anytime soon with Wildings raiding in Wolfswood.

I disappoint by the news since I hope to catch a ride with him back to Winterfell or kingsroad. He offer to house me until he leaves but I told him I just look around to see if any other merchants are leaving soon. Edmund wishes me luck and we part after I say goodbyes to the guys. At the marketplace I have no luck in finding merchants to hitch a ride with. Most won't leave the safely of the town or alright have enough guards.

In the end I grab by a red face city guard " What in bloody hell are you doing idling around here boy, Lord assembling men at the barracks" he shouts at me and half drags me to a set of buildings.

I try to explain I not a guard but he points out my shield and equipment. " well doesn't matter if your not one of my boy, I need all the men I can get and since you're already armed your joining me" a man in his thirties say to me. I notice he better equipped than most of the fighting men already here and the armoured fist of the Glover on his chest.

" what your name " he asked and I tell him "Harthacnut of the Rills milord"

"Well Harthacnut, I Eddard Glover Lord of Deepwood Motte and I need men to hunt these Wildings… So can I count on you" he say in a stern tone.

I nod my head and he grin. " good, now Bjorn get Harthacnut here ready, we leaving soon. " he said and leaves him the city guard.

Bjorn gets me a spear and tell me to get in rank. Before he off to find more men or do something important.

Couple hours later Lord Glover leads over four hundred men out of the town. Three quarters of us are infantry and rest are cavalry. I assigned to the scouts because of my skills as a hunter.

I sigh at my bad luck, thought being a guard be easy with the North in peace but now I be drafted in a medieval lord's army off to fight barbarians.

Next chapter be soon and Harthacnut be meeting more folks and fighting. And the year currently is at the end is 193 AC.