The Christmas present to my babies: Ariane and Marcela! Hope you enjoy!

They were having an argument. Again.

''I'm sick and tired of this wandering! Soon enough we will be out of food and water and die in this miserable desert!''

''Then please, share with me your knowledge of the secret founts of water and your maps for this area. Yes, Loki, we are wandering like beggers but that's the only thing we can do now! I've already sent my ko's to search for any kind of city and now we must wait!'' Daenerys replied tiredly. They had been having this discussions for almost a week, and Loki's mood hadn't improved since his fall. Maybe falling like a red comet from the sky make people prissy, she though with a smile, while observing him take of his boots and lie down in one of the leather rugs. Loki sighed.

''I am sorry Daenerys, but all this riding is slowly killing me. I don't understand how you can keep up with the dothrakis!" he mumbled and closed his eyes.

That gave Dany a very. . . interesting idea. The kind of idea she, until now, only had near Drogo. Aproaching him slowly, Dany sat near his hips.

"It gets easier with time, Loki." she wispered.

"I've been on very long huntings trips and adventures, but anything like this." he said, looking at her from under his lashes.

"Do you want some advice?" she asked, smirking slightly.

"What do you have in mind?" Loki asked, closing his eyes.

Daenerys didn't answer, instead, she sit on him,straddling his hips. Loki's eyes shot open.

"What in the name of.."

"Shhh, Loki, didn't I say that I would help you?" she asked, in a hushed voice. She proceeded to hold his hands above his head. "Now, the most important thing to not make yourself hurt when riding is letting your hips move with the horse and hold tight to the reigns." she finnished giving a little smile to the shocked, and a little flushed, god. Then she moved.

Loki let a strangled moan as the leather moved with her hips and rubbed him in all the right places. 'Where did she learned that?' he though with a cloudy mind. The steady friction in his waist was maddening and then she stopped.

"Do you understand?" Daenerys asked, her violet eyes almost a plumm colour. He nodded breathless.

"Good, now get some sleep, yes?" she said, already walking away from the tent and the stunned god.