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Stoick sighed, as he entered the hut. The smell of food wafted into his nostrils and made his stomach growl, today had been a very long day. The chieftain turned, when he saw the two children curled up asleep on his dragonskin chair. Dany was curled up, beside Hiccup as he sat there with a protective arm around her. The two children asleep, and breathing softly. He smiled, as he went over, and picked up the both of them in his arms. He'd make a note to the carpenter for another bed. Even so, he tucked the two of them into bed when a raven with a scroll tied to its leg perched itself on the window. He knitted his brow, and went over to the raven and reading the message. A summon by the king, to meet him alone in the capitol...he shouldn't have been surprised. Nevertheless, he immediately started forming a plan for how he was going to approach this.

Green eyes glanced down at the children, asleep in their beds. The night Valka was taken he'd sworn to always protect Hiccup from all harm...now another child needed and depended on him, and he would protect both of them. For in another time and another place, his son would have been an orphan had Drago Bludfvist had his way. He turned and left the room...he needed some letters to deliver. He was not going to go meet Robert alone that was for sure.


Stoick forged on ahead into the throne room, green eyes focused and demeanor calm as he walked with purpose. It had taken a few days to cross the sea, and then make his way to King's Landing in order to meet with King Robert the Fat himself. The Viking tribes of the Barbaric Archipelago did not consider themselves a part of the Seven Kingdoms. Hell, they often raided the Westerosi ships and garnered quite the reputation. A reputation Stoick took great pride in, as the nobles within the throne room cowered slightly at the sight of him and the other viking chieftains. Though the Vikings weren't as feared as the Dothraki of Essos, the Vikings made a name for themselves as plunderers, pillagers, warlords, conquerors, to be a viking was to command strength before their enemies. Even so, Stoick knew why he'd been summoned here, before the throne of Robert Baratheon himself. He'd recently taken in the last of the Targaryens...and a threat to Robert on the throne. Which was why, Stoick did not come alone, and brought allied chiefs from their tribes. Oswald the Agreeable of the Berserkers, Mogadon of the Meathead tribe, and Bertha of the Bog Burglars. Strength in numbers was also something they practiced.

" I thought I told you to come alone." Said King Robert.

" You are not my king, I do not take orders or suggestions from you." Said Stoick, making Robert glare at him. The king sat straighter, as he glared at the viking chief. " I brought them here in case things took a turn for the worse, the Viking tribes of the Archipelago protect our own."

" She is Westerosi, not a viking." Said Robert firmly, as he immediately got to the point. He had no time for pleasantries or minced words, like most of his advisers in his court. Targaryen or not, the girl was born in Dragonstone and was once the princess of the Targaryen dynasty. She belonged in this land, not with them.

" To be fair, your grace, Vikings do not believe in slaughtering children. We do not send assassins after little boys, and then slit their throats. We do not threaten little girls with the promise of death. Westerosi or not, as long as the Targaryen girl remains under the care of Stoick Haddock, she is a viking and is one of us, as far as we're concerned." Said Mogadon, with an affirmative nod, Stoick's gaze never breaking from Robert's as the king glowered at the vikings.

" I had my reasons for going after the Targaryens." Said Robert,

" Ah yes, we know the reason why the war was fought. Because Lyanna Stark chose to bed with Rhaegar Targaryen instead of you." Said Bertha, making Oswald snicker. Robert immediately stood and his kingsguard reached for their swords.

" Hold thy tongue woman. " Spat out Robert.

" How does it feel, Queen Cersei? To know you will always be second best, to a dead woman?" Asked Bertha, Cersei remained tight lipped as green eyes flashed to her husband. Robert clenched his hands tightly into fists.

" I said hold thy tongue, Lyanna did not choose to go with Rhaegar. The bloody bastard kidnapped her, raped her, and killed her while his father murdered her father and brother. The war was fought to end the Targaryen's reign of madness!" Yelled Robert in his loud booming voice, as he glared at the vikings for talking ill of his beloved Lyanna and disgracing her memory. " A reign that girl would have been a part of had they lived, she deserves to be punished."

" No. She is a child of four, she does not deserve whatever it is you have planned for her. She is an innocent child, who has done no wrong and who does not deserve to die, just to quench your lust for blood. She may be Targaryen by blood, but she is now my daughter. Mine. If you or any man even thinks of touching one hair on her head, then I will crush their skulls with my bare hands. I will fight to defend her, to protect her to the bitter end." Said Stoick, his eyes never leaving Robert's. Even Cersei herself was shocked slightly at this. She looked to her own father who met her gaze. Her father had never shown her such love and dedication, and they were related by blood. Yet this man, who was not related to the child, nor was he indebted to the Targaryens...was willing to risk his life for a little girl.

" Why do you protect this girl? When I asked you for help in bringing down the Targaryens you refused. All of you." He replied. " Every Viking Tribe told me, that you did not want to fight in our war, yet here you are defending a traitor. "

" A child is not a traitor." Said Oswald fervently. " Though I cannot speak for the other chieftains, I can speak for myself. The Berserkers did not fight with you, but we did not fight against you either, we stayed within our waters not wanting to sully ourselves and spill our people's blood over another man's war. A war which frankly would not have affected us, except for whoever's flag flies on those ships we raid. "

" The point we are trying to make is simple, Daenerys Targaryen is a member of the Hairy Hooligan tribe now, she is my daughter and if you raise a hand to her and pose a threat. Then you will make it our business, and with the combined efforts of the Hooligan, Berserker, Meatbag, and Bog Burglar tribes. We will crush any and all obstacles in our way. We will not stop, we show no fear, we will destroy any who oppose us." Threatened Stoick, at this Robert glared daggers at the man. The two men glared at each other, knowing that neither would come to a solution nor a compromise.

" You would wage war to protect the Targaryen girl, then so be it." Said Robert, when Jon Arryn stepped forward. They had just won a war four years ago, a war that had cost them many lives and that had been drawn out. Not to mention the fact that, many of their armies were low in numbers and still needed time to replenish those numbers. A war right now, especially over a child would be nothing short of madness.

" Your grace, we are still healing from a war waged four years ago. Dorne still mourns for Ellia and her children, The North still mourns their dead, and the other houses are still recuperating what they've lost. The Vikings are just as savage as the Dothraki, they have fought dragons and other dangers that surround the Archipelago. It would be most unwise to go to war with them, especially over a child who no longer has claim to the throne. " Said Jon, before turning to the vikings. " Let the vikings keep the child, she is nought but a Targaryen alone in the world."

Robert sat upon his throne, as Jon did have a point. Even if he disliked it, the Targaryen did infact pose no threat. She was a female, and females could not inherit any land or throne. Not only that, she'd be hunted down the moment she even dared set foot on Westeros. So, he sat back down his eyes still glaring at Stoic the vast.

" Fine, keep the little cunt. However, mark my words and heed them well...you can't protect her forever, a time will come when your guard will be lowered. When you will not be able to keep her safe anymore. Should she ever set foot on Westeros, I will have her head delivered to you on a silver platter." Threatened Robert.

"Then I will just have to make sure she never sets foot on Westeros." Said Stoick, before turning to leave with the other chieftains.


Weeks later

" When is father coming back?" Asked Daenerys, as she sat atop Hiccup's shoulders shielding her eyes from the sun as they stood at the dock. It had been many days since Stoick's departure, and frankly the both of them were worried and missing their father. It wasn't like him to take so long. Hiccup sighed, and squinted his eyes trying to see but...well...he just couldn't.

" I don't know Dany." Said Hiccup.

" There ye are, I was wonderin' where you'd run off to." Said Gobber.

" Gobber, when's dad coming home?" Asked Hiccup worriedly, as Daenerys rested her chin on her brother's head. Both children looked up at Gobber, who sighed and gently placed a hand on Hiccup's shoulder.

" Listen, Stoick is much tougher than he looks and he-" Gobber was cut off by the sight of the chips coming in. Both Hiccup and Dany turned and their eyes immediately lit up, Dany jumped off of Hiccup's back before running. The two children happily ran, laughing as they did so before making it to the docks. Stoick looked up and smiled softly, as the two children were happily making their way over to greet him.

"Dad!"

"Father!"

" You're home!"

" What was it like!?"

" We missed you!"

Both children immediately ran over and hugged him tightly whilst enthusiastically bombarding him with questions, making him chuckle as he hugged both of them.

" Settle down both of you, I missed you too. Tell me, what have you been getting up to since I left?" Asked Stoick, affectionately as he held both children's hands whilst walking along the dock and heading up towards the village.