Disclaimer: I do not own Avengers or GoT. They are just fun to work with.

Pairing: Loki/Daenerys

Summary: Read and find out!

Chapter 1: A Fallen God

Earth. Midgard. It didn't matter what anyone called that place. It was bleak and insignificant. An exile. Loki sneered down at the mortal world ruled by the humans. Truthfully, it was a pity. Such creatures had no business in the line of ruling. They were made to be ruled after all. Why else would such pathetic creatures continue to be content with the mundane activities of mortality? They had submitted themselves to the grand delusion that they were all free. And yet not one of them had the slightest idea of the dark and sinister force that was watching them right now.

Loki stood to his full height as he paced the Asgardian rooftop on which he was perched. His perceptive eyes were constantly scanning the constellations, narrowing when he noticed how brightly Earth stood out among them. From this angle it was easy to view all the stars that were spread beneath Asgard, including the mortal realm of mankind. Had he the urge, Loki need only leap off the roof and he would be submerged in space, wandering the stars for all eternity. He may have been a Master deity of illusions and power, but that vast and empty stretch of nothing was enough to make even Loki step back from that perilous edge.

Loki grimaced slightly as he realized that he would soon have to jump off of that very edge. It shouldn't be long now, he thought, as he eyed the flickering stars and planets. He was awaiting a certain event before he would dare attempt to leap off of such a height. A red comet was coming. Red comets signaled a shift in the balance of worlds and mimicked the celestial event known as the Great Convergence. During the Great Convergence, the nine realms overlapped and the laws of physics would overturn during a rare occasion of the worlds aligning. It was very easy to travel between worlds during such a time but, unlike the Great Convergence, the red comet would only appear briefly. Loki would have mere moments to use this rare opening to his advantage and create a portal to leave this realm.

Until that time, Loki used his own abilities to peruse the Earth with ease frowning when he realized that, despite his attack on New York mere days ago, the mortal realm was relatively unscathed. It seemed the humans thought they were safe now that the danger of the Chitauri had passed. He bared his teeth in utter agitation as he glared at the blue and green orb situated thousands of light years away. So, he mused, they think that no matter what, their precious Avengers will protect them?

How little they knew.

As hilariously unaware as they were however, Loki tired quickly of this game. This puny realm was merely a stepping stone in his plans. It was a pebble really, one which he intended to shake from his boot very soon. The unfortunate band of misfits, the Avengers, thought they had him all figured out.

Loki smiled evilly at the memory. His alleged "plan" to rid the world of its freedom had failed quite miserably, or so he had led them all to believe. His true plan was already well underway. Loki knew that he would never get back to Asgard through sheer force of will. No, he would need to be taken as a prisoner. The fastest and easiest way to do that had been to declare war on Thor's precious Earth. His own brother saved him the trouble of trying to fight his way back into Asgard, where he was most powerful, and had simply led him through the front gates. The Avengers would have known this, had not their pride and tiresome sentiment for mortality interceded.

Arrogance, Loki thought spitefully. A trait neither common nor befitting of such an ordinary species. They thought they had thwarted the God of Mischief? He was the most renowned magic user on Asgard! As if he would be bothered or even inclined to rule the tedious realm of the humans! In their current era, they were far less entertaining with all their science and surfacing technologies. Not to mention, the band of murderers and spies who thought they were on some justice mission, ridding the world of other murderers and spies. It was enough to make even the God of Mischief raise his eyebrows. Again, it all came back to the arrogance of the species. These humans thought they knew better? During their mythological age, humans had worshiped Loki's people as gods.

Thor's people, he corrected himself quickly. His adopted brother actually respected the humans. He was weak just like them. He may have he seemed powerful with his taut muscles and his mighty hammer, but really what was power if not used? It became the opposite of useful. His brother and the useless humans he had chosen to protect would eventually fade out of existence. Really, Thor should be thanking him. Loki had forced his brother to finally put all the blonde muscle to good use. Humans no longer worshiped them, but they would not easily forget the day that Loki showed them how simple it would be to destroy them.

There's a thought, Loki mused. He clicked his teeth together in contemplation as he once again pondered the world beneath his feet. It almost looked peaceful. That would all change. Soon everything would change. Thanks to his fallacious plans to take over Midgard, Thor convinced Odin to bring Loki back to Asgard along with a perfect and limitless power source. The Tesseract. To leave it in the hands of the humans would be a death sentence. They had already witnessed firsthand the destruction of its power. Amateurs. Once they returned to Asgard, Thor had towed Loki in chains to a prison cell to await judgement. As he had done so many times before, Loki skilfully eluded his captors with one of his illusion tricks. It was quite laughable, though Loki was sure this would be the last time he would benefit from this particular ability in the presence of his brother. Thor looked positively murderous as Loki's image faded before his eyes. Intentionally avoiding any bloodshed so as not to incur the further wrath of the Asgardians, Loki disappeared into the depths of the city. But not before snatching his sceptre, the very weapon that had helped him achieve his goals on Earth and incidentally would also help him with his next plan. He would need the staff's power to reach his next destination. And he was relying on the connected power of the Tesseract for his return.

For a long time, Loki had a far more delicious idea in mind than taking over Asgard, or Midgard for that matter. He had his eyes set on a greater prize. The nine realms all existed as part of an intricate tree, as Thor had once named it, all connected and all unique to the stars of their galaxy. But only in this galaxy. At the apex of this tree, however lay a portal which extended beyond the nine realms and into another galaxy. Although the Asgardians had not ventured so far into this portal to know its full boundaries yet, they had traveled far enough to ascertain the existence of a tenth realm.

They had named it Hygard for although it lay beneath them, it bore a certain resemblance to both Asgard and Midgard. It also required a tremendous amount of energy to travel to this realm, one which could certainly result in a one way journey if Loki's power source faltered. But truly, this world was a prize. It opened the door to the possibility of a whole new series of realms, worlds where Loki could easily establish himself in the supremacy role he rightfully saw himself in.

The Asgardians however had pushed no further into this realm other than to establish its existence. They had no need to examine it any further since they already ruled the the nine realms of this galaxy. There was little else known about this new realm but Loki was anxious to find out. Hygard presented far more interesting endeavours then Midgard, even from the brief glances that Loki had managed. It seemed that this world was possessed of both mortal and immortal beings, old gods and new gods (though they seldom made an appearance) and creatures of immense power and beauty. Undoubtedly, this world would prove a far more worthy realm to rule than the pitiful planet of the humans. For although it seemed Hygard was indeed inhabited by humans, these were no ordinary humans like the ones found on Earth. They had not become encumbered by science and technology. Instead, their world possessed power in the form of magic and darkness. This world was still ruled by kings and gods, and was in a constant state of disaster whether by mythical beasts or from the dominion of throne usurpers. It was positively medieval and ripe for plucking. Loki's fist clenched around his sceptre and he returned his attention to the task at hand. His sceptre would only get him a part of the way. For Loki to arrive at Hygard in one piece, he would need to expend a vast amount of his own energy. It would leave him weak and inevitably vulnerable when he first arrived, but the magic of Hygard would provide both he and his weapon a gradual recharge. And when he was once again at his full potential, he would bring Hygard to its knees. As a bonus, rather than enslave Earth, he would simply unleash the full ferocity of the tenth realm upon them. Now all he needed was for one final boost to his strength for him to travel to Hygard. The red comet, which would trigger a powerful flux in the atmosphere and open a short-lived portal between worlds, was his best chance. And it was happening soon.

Loki glanced at his sceptre as it began to glow, signalling the celestial event. He steadied himself against the roof as he prepared himself for the jump. Although he had fallen forth into space before, he recalled that it was not a pleasant experience. He slammed the base of the sceptre onto the tiles beneath his feet, shattering a few on impact and shooting energy in an outward spiral around his body. This would ensure he was not thrown from the rooftop when the comet shot past but it would not hold for long.

The sceptre glowed more brightly and began to shake in his hand as the comet approached and, although Loki could not yet see it, he could feel the space before him beginning to shift. The comet would tear right through the fabric of reality, allowing Loki one shot to get to Hygard. If he missed or hesitated, it would mean certain oblivion. Power continued to build and the energy surrounding Loki suddenly condensed as he struggled to maintain the minor level of protection that the energy shield provided. He would need to maintain it until the last possible moment. The temperature of the atmosphere continued to climb as the comet streaked a path across space, approaching Loki at light warp speed. He gripped his spear tighter as his eyes could make out the distant trail of the comet at its approach. It looked like the coming of the dawn. Time seemed to stand still and for a moment, Loki wondered if the comet had already passed.

His doubt crumbled however when a split second later the red comet streaked through space, scattering the energy that Loki had accumulated and ripping a portal in its wake. Loki's spear was almost ripped from his hand as he held tight to his weapon, gazing into the tear of reality and the world to which it led. Hygard shone through the portal with unnatural beauty and Loki's eyes widened in appreciation. The tenth realm was much brighter than the space he was about to leave however he lacked the time to harp on this for long. Knowing he had only moments before this power surge was over, Loki clasped the sceptre tighter, tearing it free from its firm wedge on the rooftop. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes in resignation before leaping into the open vortex. His stomach churned as he fell through space, rapidly gaining speed as he plummeted deep into the realm of Hygard.

A God was coming.