A Mead Filled Occasion

"I need you to be perfect today." A hushed husky voice breathed against her skin - his eyes taking in the sight before him while his fingers brushed the against the soft skin of her bare breast. In the silence following his words, a servant behind them poured a large bucket of steaming hot water into the extra large tiled bathtub, courtesy of Illyrio Mopatis.

Looking away from her breasts and to her shimmering violet eyes, a fire burned within him - a fire that absolutely begged to rule. "Can you do that for me?" She merely stared at him with a hint of uncertainty in her eyes, her shell pink lips parted. "You don't want to wake the dragon, do you." A threatening tone lingered through his words, chilling her right to the bone. Oh how he wanted to laugh right in her face and show her who was boss - yet it was her special day.

"No.." She quickly stammered, unable to take his gaze that felt like ice daggers piercing her skin. She watched with a stoic expression as he took his hand off her breast with a slight nod of his head, turning on his heels, and briskly leaving the bath room. Finally.. Was the thought that rang throughout her mind, running her free hand down the bumpy skin of her arm.

"When they write the history of my reign, sweet sister, they will say it began today!" Viserys' voice echoed off the marble walls of the bathing room, dispersing through the sounds of the bustling city outside. Then he was gone.

There wasn't a moment where Daenerys Targaryen felt remotely comfortable - not with him.

Turning on her hardened heels of her feet, she faced the large bathtub, columns of steam lifting off the water and greeted her flushed face. Silken drapery flowed through the room along with the nippy air, hugging the curves of her body tightly. A sour look plastered upon her face. I don't like the cold. She thought as bumps doted her skin, coating every inch of her body.

Looking down at the water, it called for her. Not with words, not with a message written in the steam bubbles, but something allured her into the water. Bringing one foot up onto the step of the colorfully tiled tub, she knew this would work. The other foot came, then the other. Without regret in her bones, she dipped her foot into the still steaming hot water, not feeling a single thing.

"The water is too hot M'Lady! Please!" The servant called out as she rushed back into the bathing room with an arm full of fresh towels, waving her hands around to catch Daenerys' attention. Throwing the towels down onto the floor, she rushed over to the tub feeling the need to pull her out of the water.

But Daenerys didn't budge.

...

Only hours after her relaxing bath, it was time. Daenerys stood next to her older brother Viserys, and as cool as she looked on the outside, she was absolutely terrified on the inside. Thankfully he did not see her trembling, nervous fingers fidgeting about. The gentle wind blew about the group of three that stood alongside each other, and they stayed quiet - all for different reasons.

Her brother was up to his regular scheming, she was to be wed off to a man she knew nothing of for an army - an army for his little sister! But she'd never, ever go against the sayings of her brother, because she would awaken the dragon, apparently. This is why she was standing in a foreign place, to meet a foreign man, for a foreign wedding she took no part in planning.

But it was beautiful here, she had to admit. Being raised on the streets with her brother was not a great place for a young girl with high ambitions - and this was the place she always dreamed of! Her violet eyes shone brightly as she took in the sights before her, taking in the beautiful gowns women wore, the large golden walls of the Asgardian castle, and the beautiful houses that lined the streets. A lot more beautiful than the rugged streets and dirty alleyways she knew so well.

It was only then in her deep thoughts the castle doors swung open with a loud ear piercing creak, and heads snapped upwards to view who walked out of the doors. As if a mysterious bright light shone through the open doors, three figures walked out from them, making them seem even more Godly than before. It was Odin, the All-Father with his wife Frigga to his right then his youngest son, Loki, to his left.

She blinked roughly - surely she was not marrying him! And she did not mean that in any bad way - but he was far better off with any other girl, wouldn't he be? Why would Odin marry off his son to a girl off the streets for an entire army?

Illyrio stepped forward with a large smile spread across his face - he needed to seem warm to the All-Father, the ruler of all the realms for God's sake! Opening his large arms wide, he began to speak with a skip in his voice. "May I present my honored guests! Viserys Targaryen of house Targaryen, third of his name. The rightful king of the Andals and the first men. Then his sister, Daenerys of house Targaryen!"

Feeling a tight hand wrapping itself around her delicate wrist, she whipped her head over her shoulder, only to see her brothers smug smirk staring right back at her. "You see him? The one in the green and gold? They call him the God of Mischief - equipped with a silver tongue that could fool the smartest man!" His face contorted into one much eviler looking at his own comments. "And you will be his Queen."

Daenerys blinked, it was all she could do when she scanned over her brother's face. Was that supposed to comfort me or scare me?

"Frigga.. Loki.." Odins voice boomed like she had always imagined, turning back to gaze up at the Godly figures in front of the stairs, Daenerys watched as they turned away and left back inside the castle.

"Hey! Wait! Where are they going!?" Viserys stammered as he rushed forward to Illyrio's side with a worried face, his eyes full of bewildered curiosity. I need that army! "Did they like her?!"

Illyrio chuckled wildly, resting his large chubby hands on his protruding belly. "Trust me, your Grace, if they did not like her, they would have done something about it." He waved it off like it was nothing as began walking away from the castle. He showed no concern - yet the two Targaryen siblings writhed with emotion.

Dany's nose crinkled. And how would you know such a thing? Crossing her arms over her chest, she followed like an obedient dog behind her brother and the obese man.

"Well then. When will they be married?" His footsteps alongside his sisters and the fat man's steps sounded atop the red cobblestone walkway beside a large sight-seeing cliff - quite a beautiful view if you had time to sit and look, Daenerys thought.

"Soon." The man stated simply, his worn sandals dragging along the rough earth beneath them. With a small chuckle and a glance to the younger man over his shoulder, he spoke again. "Just do not show such haste to the Prince. I fear he may see through you."

With his nose turned upwards in a snobbish way and his fingers curling around the handle of his sword, Viserys scoffed. "You think I don't know that?! I'm no fool, Illyrio. I give his son a wife, and he give's me access to his army! It's as simple as that." Or so he thought, as least. Really, it's a fool proof plan. He thought to himself with a smug grin growing on his face.

"I don't want to be his Queen." Daenerys finally spoke out during their long chat, immediately regretting her haste decision when her brother spun around on his heels with a disgusted face. Swallowing her fear, a pleading look found it's way to her features. Would it be so hard for him to call off this wedding? Oh how she hoped her brother would do that for her!

"I want to go home." She whispered, well really it came out more as a stutter, when those fierce eyes of his watched her unblinkingly.

"So. Do. I. I want us both to go home, but they took that from us. Now tell me sweet sister, how do we go home? Viserys snarled with a curled lip, taking an angry step towards her, while she stepped backwards.

"I don't know-"

"With an army! With King Odin's army." He cut her off with a gentle, lying smile. His long slender fingers raised up and stroked her pale cheek while his eyes still watched her, angrily at that. "I would let all of his soldiers fuck you, all hundreds of thousands of them, and even their horses, if that's what it took!" He spat, whipping his hand back down to his side, yet he kissed her forehead.

Stupid girl. He grimaced as his long legs brought him further and further away from his sister - and he was rejoyced at the fact that he would gain an army so quick!

So she was left alone once more, alone to bear the cruel words he always threw at her. But would could she do? Dany licked her lips and turned to face the ocean - such a calming scent she always thought.

...

"Frigga, what do you think?" The old but wise bearded man spoke softly to his wife, so gently, as if his normal voice would shatter her in a million pieces. His rather large burly hand caresed the beard that grew from his chin and stroked it gently, deep in thought. Sitting upon his large golden throne, he had a big decision to make. "She is, his daughter."

He looked at her with his good eye as she tapped her fingers together aimlessly, her blue eyes scanning over her husband. "Yes that is true. Aerys Targaryen was a terrible, terrible man. Who's to say, she could be exactly like her father was."

Odin nodded, taking in every detail. "Yet it is her brother who seemed to take over him more than her - she seemed awfully quiet." He stroked his beard once more. "She would also be a great asset to Asgard, she would become a key to the East."

As if she did not hear the last thing he said, Frigga went rambling on with a smile upon her face. "She did seem quiet, didn't she. Perhaps that is what Loki needs - a nice quiet woman to settle him down." She chuckled. "And perhaps she'd even stop the never ending venturing between Loki and Thor that always seem to get those two into trouble. Grown men.."

Odin licked his parched lips. "Then I guess it is settled then."

Frigga nodded curtly and picked up the hem of her dress. "Oh I'm so excited!" She looked over her shoulder and made eye contact with her son. "It is settled, Dear Loki!"

...

She never knew the inside of the castle was to be this extravagant! It was the evening Viserys, Illyrio, and Daenerys had arrived in Asgard - and already their wedding was taking place! Sure she was definitely unnerved, and anxious, and terrible scatterbrained, but the sheer size of the castle's Grand Foyer helped her forget about all of that. Her violet eyes scanned the ceiling of the foyer, and it seemed to touch the stars, along with the never ending stretch of golden walls. Not to mention the long, dark wooden tables stretched out as far as the eye could see, and decked with the city's finest foods!

Oh she'd never seen anything like it! Despite her current situation, she was ecstatic. A small smile played on her shell pink lips as she watched the citizens of Asgard enjoy themselves at her wedding - her wedding! She never thought she'd see the day. As she was lost in her thoughts, kitchen workers hauled out the large vats of mead into the foyer, taking at least four people to roll the large thing out. A horde of people went rushing to get their fill of their goblets, only the finest mead was broken out for special occasions - and this was definitely one!

In no time, at least half of the crowd was starting to feel their buzz, and even a fight broke out between two totally wasted men - but that was sorted out with the guards as quick as could be.

Daenerys stood like a statue, however. She stood next to her new Husband, Prince Loki, on the left side of the large golden Throne of Asgard. Neither said a word, yet both had a lot of things to say. On the right of the Throne, stood Frigga. The Queen of Asgard.

She was a good mother so she'd never admit that she had an almost favourite child - and that was Loki. Frigga knew she did not birth Loki herself, but she had such a special bond with her little boy. Thor was his fathers son, loud and obnoxious, but Loki was quiet and caring, and loved his mother to bits. She was oh so very proud to call him her son. And her heart warmed knowing he had a good wife by his side - or at least she prayed she would be a good wife.

Then came the gift giving - and there were so many. Daenerys' eyes grew large at the sight of the growing gift pile beside her and her husband, and they were all so beautiful. Her mouth hung open for a few moments as golden jewellery, silken dresses, hand-made pieces, and lots of more golden items. Two men made their way up the steps towards the Throne, holding up a large beautifully carven wooden box.

As the men made their way up, Viserys scoffed at a fist fight that erupted in the crowd of gleeful Asgardians. He liked to drink, a few drinks here and there, but these people swam in their mead! He'd never do that.

"An Asgardian wedding is considered a dull affair if most were sober, your Grace." Illyrio chucked with his hands resting upon his large belly, seeing the silver haired man's look of disgust. Though his face did contort, he cracked a small grin and proceeded to watch the idiots go on.

With a heavy sigh, the two men set down the ornate box, catching the curiosity of the royal family. Wiping their sweaty brows with the back of their hands, the men crouched beside the box and cracked it open. Inside were three eggs sitting upon a silken white sheet that lined the insides.

The first egg that caught Daenerys' eye was a deep green coloured egg with burnished bronze flecks scattering the scaled surface. Enthralled, Daenerys crouched beside the box and picked up the rather heavy egg, inspecting it's surface with her glowing violet eyes. They're the most beautiful things I've ever seen..

She wasn't the only curious one, as Loki's dark brow raised at the sight of the three eggs that laid there. The egg he saw was as black as the midnight sea, with swells of blood red amongst the surface. Odin however, was not as pleased with the arrival of these things. He saw the pale cream egg that lay in the middle of the box, with rivers of gold than ran throughout the crevices of the scales.

"Dragon eggs, Daenerys, from the Shadow Lands." Illyrio stepped forward to face the newly-weds with a smile upon his porky face. Odin scoffed at the comment, yet he kept his opinion on the matter to himself - since it was his sons wedding and all.

"The ages may have turned them to stone, but their beauty remains."

Daenerys nodded silently, still looking deep into the colour of the egg she remained holding. She couldn't help but notice that it matched the colour of her new husbands eyes - she secretly, so secretly, loved it. "Thank you." She whispered and carefully set the egg back down into the chest. These eggs were now her most prized possessions, and she'd have to take the most utter precaution with them.

Loki let a few more hours pass until he finally excused himself and his new wife from the party, growing tired of the never ending banter from the crowd of happy people below them. And besides, Loki noticed how late it was getting.

Yet something made him want to stay - ever since the talk he had gotten from his mother earlier on in the day. 'Oh Loki, you know, you aren't officially married until you take her maidenhood - I know this is something you'd want to hear from your father, but he is terribly busy at the moment.' Oh he really didn't need to hear that from his mother, or hearing that at all.

But he had a lingering feeling in the back of his mind that the tension was going to raise sooner or later - so why not now.

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AN: Yey, I re-wrote it. And I'm hoping it's better, because I think it's better. Reviewwwww?