"Daenerys?" Loki had questioned, striding into their bedroom. "You look quite shaken." He took a seat on the edge of the bed beside her, raising an eyebrow. She just faintly smiled, keeping her arms around her stomach protectively.
"Just a run in with my brother is all." She spoke hesitantly, unable to look Loki in the eyes. His curiosity grew, also poking at his anger.
"A run in? Of what type may I ask."
She sighed heavily. "He laid his hands on me. But I'm sure the baby is fine." She turned her gaze towards him, to see his features harden, most likely with anger.
There was silence for a few minutes. She sat silently, continuing to caress her swollen belly with love. "I'll make sure he pays accordingly." Loki had finally said, done with seething for the time being. He didn't want to bring Daenerys down anymore. Dany just smiled and nodded, quite liking the sound of that.
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When Frigga had found out about Daenerys' pregnancy, she had immediately embraced her son and daughter-in-law, then planned a big bash for the two, in celebration of the child.
It was much like their wedding, though Loki and Daenerys were not as close as they were now.
This bash was extravagant, there was dancing, long dining tables decked with food, vats of mead and wine galore, and the people of Asgard were having a grand time.
Daenerys was sitting with her two closest friends she had made in Asgard, Heloise and Gytha. They were laughing and having a good time, while Loki was talking with his brother and Fandral.
Heloise was gushing over the baby bump Daenerys had, wishing she was lucky enough to find a good man to settle down with and start a family while Gytha was braiding Dany's hair lovingly.
They were having a wonderful time until Viserys had wandered into the grand foyer where the party was, he was stumbling a bit. Obviously drunk or injured, though if injured he would not look like a giggling idiot. Loki watched him darkly from where he was standing, his emerald eyes had darkened with anger. He could feel the tips of his fingers tingling with anger, ready to use magic in a split.
Viserys stumbled around a bit, his purple eyes gazing around in bewilderment, looking around for his infamous little sister. His hand was tightly gripping the handle of his sword, which was tucked into the belt on his green tunic.
"Where is my sister!?" He yelled, whipping his head around to find her. Some people just scoffed and turned away, continuing to chat away with their friends and family. Daenerys stood up, leaving her friends to watch in awe.
Viserys stomped over to her angrily. "I want my crown Daenerys! I want that army or I am taking you back!" He screamed, getting into her personal bubble, not that he cared.
Jorah, then came over, rushing to Viserys' side. "Calm down Viserys." He warned, putting a hand on Viserys' shoulder. Viserys whipped around, his hand had already un-sheathed his swords, pointing it at the man angrily.
"Don't you touch me!" He advised, letting the tip of the sword drag along Jorah's jaw line. He then turned back to his sister, letting the tip of the sword rest on her swollen stomach. She immediately backed down, slowly taking a seat beside her friends once more.
By this time the guests of the event had shut up, their eyes watching the two in the front of the foyer. Not one person had taken a bite of their food, or a sip of their mead.
"I. Want. My. Crown. It was promised to me Daenerys!" Viserys roared. "I will take you back if I do not get it. I'll cut that baby out and leave it for him."
Daenerys gulped and said nothing, she knew if she added fuel to the fire he actually would cut her child out. So she stayed quiet, letting the sword rest upon her stomach.
By this time Loki had made his way over, anyone could tell by his posture and face he was livid. "Oh, you'll have your crown, I promise you that." He stated, crossing his arms around his chest.
Viserys smilled and sheathed his sword, with a small chuckle. "W-well that's all I wanted." A grin tugged at his mouth and he shrugged. Loki's green eyes looked over to the guards, who nodded in response and walked over, both taking hold of Viserys' arm.
"Daenerys, look away." Jorah walked over to her side and warned her, knowing fully well what was going to happen. Dany just shook her ahead and rested her hands on her stomach.
"No." She said, making sure her eyes came into contact with Viserys. His violet eyes shot over to her.
"Dany! Dany please!" He had begged, only moments before had the guards snapped his arms over their knees forcefully. "No!"
With a small signal of Loki's hand, something began happening to Viserys, he began screaming in pain. From no where, steaming hot gold had began pouring out from his scalp, quickly forming around his head, and within moments, he was dead.
The guards let his broken arms go, sending him straight to the floor with a thunk, the gold had hardened to a make-shift golden crown. Perfect way for him to die. Suffering.
Loki turned on his heels and walked to his wife, acting as if nothing had happened, pulling her body close to his. She closed her eyes and rested her head on his chest, wrapping her arms around his form.
The Asgardians down below had all resumed their partying, though most had gathered around Viserys' dead body, laughing and making jokes. Daenerys smiled and nuzzled closer to him, where he just kept his protective arms around her small frame.
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Never had Daenerys actually admired her appearance, usually she gets insults about her appearance. But she felt different now. She slowly stroked her large swollen stomach, admiring how her child was growing healthy within her. Loki had told her the child was perfectly healthy and strong.
She had to scold him when he wanted to focus in on the child and know then gender, she wanted it as a surprise. Loki had listened, promising he would only focus in to tell if the child was healthy.
"Hello there my child." Daenerys said sweetly, rubbing her stomach to rouse the little one. As if right on cue, the small one shifted around a little bit under it's mothers touch. "Are you ready to come out yet?" She grinned happily and wrapped herself in more blankets on her bed. "I want to meet you."
"As would I." Loki had commented, as he was sitting on the edge of their bed. Daenerys smiled and turned around to face him. She patted the spot beside her on the bed, the soft silky linens feeling heavenly. He smiled and crawled over to her on the bed, carefully laying down beside her. "You look as if you are going to pop."
Daenerys giggled. "I feel as if I am going to pop." She commented as she reached over to pull his hand onto her belly. "And the little one has begun to get restless." Loki smiled.
"I can tell, it is moving around quite a bit in there." He turned to his side to face her better, and to move his hand around without too much work. "Do you have a name for the child? I want you to pick one."
"Me..?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. "I would have to abide by the other names of my family. Usually an 'erys' at the end of the name, or an 'ae', and if not those two then it would start with 'rh." She explained.
"That's fine." He received a small kick from the child within her, as if greeting it's father.
Daenerys stayed silent for a while, her mind wandered to all the names she was thinking of. It would be something her child would like forever, yet it can't be something too common. Dany laughed. "How about we put all three of those together for a girl. Rhaenerys. And Rhaego if it's a boy, in honor of my eldest brother Rhaegar."
Loki's green eyes widened. "Those are lovely names." She smiled and nodded.
"Then we have names." She turned onto her back and shimmied over, right up against his chest.
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"He has left with his brother and the warriors three to Jotunnheimr, Daenerys." Heloise panicked, holding her friend up by her arm, Gytha holding her other arm by her side. Daenerys began panicking.
"What? Why would he go at a time like this?" She took a deep breath as her friends had led her towards her bedroom, making sure she didn't loose her footing.
Daenerys had gone into labor, feeling a sharp pain in her abdomen, then feeling the pains of contractions. She first felt it when she was sitting in the royal gardens, terrified, she waddled back into the castle, not finding Loki but had found her friends.
Heloise laid her down onto the bed carefully. "I will go find the Queen!" And with that, she had dashed off, her red hair swishing behind her as she left through the doorway. Daenerys took small shallow breaths, feeling as if she was going to have a panic attack.
"Stay calm Daenerys, the Queen said she had an army of midwives for you. They will do you good." Gytha hushed her, letting Daenerys take her hand and immediately squeezing it. Dany just shook her head.
A little while later, Heloise had returned with Frigga and four midwives, all carrying things needed for the birth. Frigga had gone straight to her daughter-in-law, taking a seat on the edge of the bed and gently placing her hand over Dany's. A coat of sweat already on her forehead.
"Don't worry, my dear Daenerys. These midwives I've gathered are by far the best in all of Asgard." Frigga smiled and moved a lock of white hair from Dany's face. "They will take care of you and your child."
"Thank you." Daenerys mumbled, biting her lip from the pain she was feeling. Frigga nodded silently and slipped away and out of the room, letting the midwives do their job.
Frigga walked down the hallways, as happy as can be. This would be her first grandchild, and she was enthralled. A smile tugged at her lips, her dear son Loki was to become a father. Though, Frigga did wonder where he went off to.
Daenerys was hard at work, pushing with all her might to birth her first child. Nothing yet. She had been in labor for a few hours now, bearing the terrible pains that came with bringing a child into this world.
She let out a long breath, letting her head hit the pillow. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes, the pain just kept coming and coming.
"Princess, the baby's head is crowing." A midwife had announced. "Not too much longer."
Daenerys faintly nodded. Taking in a deep breath, she pushed once more, her chin pressing against her chest, her grip tightening on her friends hand. She gave this push all of her strength. Then once again, her head hit the pillow as she let out a small cry.
"The head is out Princess." The midwife said, gently taking hold of the child's head. "Just a few more pushes"
Daenerys took a deep breath once again and pushed, not as hard as the last, but enough to pass the baby's shoulder, letting the midwife pull the baby out. A small whine was heard promptly after, as the midwife hurried over to a table to clean the child. Another midwife caring for Daenerys, checking her vitals and making sure she wasn't bleeding out.
Daenerys turned her head on her pillow, only to see the midwife's back. "I want to see my child. Bring it to me."
With that, the midwife turned, holding a small bundle wrapped in a red cotton blanket. She strode over, carefully placing the child in Daenerys' awaiting arms. "It's a girl." She said, taking a few steps back to allow them some breathing room.
"Rhaenerys." Daenerys sounded, her slender index finger reaching over the blanket to stroke the girls chubby cheeks. Her heart immediately swelled with love for the small one. She never knew she was capable of such love. She loved Loki, with all her heart. But this girl was something they had created, their own flesh and blood. Their little girl.
Said little girl had Daenerys astonished, she was simply the cutest little thing. From her button nose down to the black tresses of hair sitting upon her head. Her eyes matched her mothers, hers were a lilac color, much lighter than most Targaryen, though they would most likely darken with age.
Rhaenerys took in a small breath, still getting used to breathing air, and looked around. Her tiny fists clenched the blanket wrapped tightly around her body, weakly kicking her tiny legs around.
"You were a lot of work." Daenerys informed her with a smile, petting the baby's small hand, to which she had un-grasped the blanket and held onto her mothers finger tightly. "But you are worth it."
...
Daenerys was now standing, only half an hour had passed since she birthed her little girl. She was standing in front of the window, watching the Bifrost for her husband to return home. In her arms Rhaenerys was sleeping soundly, cutely moving once in a while in her sleep.
So far nothing.
Earlier in the day Thor was going to be named King, which had been interrupted. News of a break in, from Frost Giants. Daenerys hadn't seen Loki since the event, he had disappeared along with his brother, his father, and a few guards.
She wasn't angry with him for missing the birth of their daughter, she just wished he could have been there to share the happy moment. Dany carefully pulled a chair up to the window, her legs growing weak from standing.
She cradled the little one close to her chest, averting her gaze from the window to her daughter. "You are more beautiful than anything." Dany smiled and kissed her forehead. She sighed and leaned against the chair's back, watching out the window once again.
And to her surprise, something was happening inside of the Bifrost. She kept her eyes peeled, looking for any signs of Loki. There was a big blue flash, the light spread across the rainbow bridge, then it was gone. Her brows furrowed and she looked closer, seeing Sif, Fandral, Volstagg, and Hogun emerging. No Loki yet.
Another light spread about a minute later, a very bright light, then it faded away. The next person to emerge from the Bifrost was Odin, he walked angrily, with his staff in hand. Then Loki had exited the Bifrost, unharmed by the looks of it.
Dany's heart began to beat faster as she stood up, he had no idea she had birthed their child this day. She made sure her child was comfortable as she shifted her in her arms, then began walking out of her room. The halls of the castle were empty, no sound except her bare feet hitting the marble floors. A small smile tugged at her lips, she couldn't hide her happiness that Loki had returned.
The doors of the castle had burst open, the walls shook with the shear power Odin had hit them. Something bad must have happened.. Dany thought, her pace quickening to the front of the castle.
She saw Frigga rushing to her husbands side, then promptly being pushed away by him. He clearly wanted to be left alone. Frigga brushed herself off and went after him, trying to pry him the information of what exactly happened. She knew he had to retrieve their sons and friends, and she had realized Thor was not with any of them.
Then Daenerys' eyes trailed back to the door once more, where the God of Mischief had briskly walked in. Silent as ever. He began making his way towards his room, that's when he saw her.
Dany stood, holding the small bundle in her arms, looking like she would never let it go. Loki took a sharp breath, realizing he had missed the birth of his first born child. He quickly walked over to her, his green eyes big.
"Daenerys.." He said, peering into her violet eyes. "I'm so sorry."
"It's alright. As long as you're here now." She sounded, bringing her gaze down to the sleeping child in her arms. "This is our daughter."
Loki also brought his gaze down, seeing his little girl for the first time. He mentally cursed himself for not being there, to see this beauty come into the world.
"Do you want to hold her?" Dany questioned, her loving gaze fell upon his awe stricken face. He thought about that.
"I do want to, but I don-here." Daenerys interrupted him, placing the small sleeping bundle into his arms carefully. Loki's eyes never left the flawless face of his daughter. All Dany could do was smile and rest her head on his shoulder, also watching the little girl kick gently in her sleep.
"I think we should go to bed." Daenerys said tiredly, hesitantly lifting her head off his comfy shoulder. "I haven't rested since I woke up this morning." Loki lifted his gaze up.
"Yes, then we shall sleep."
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AN: Well, here we go. This is really only the beginning of the story. Eheheh. I'm really and truly sorry if there are spelling mistakes in there, when I'm typing, my fingers type something differently than what I'm thinking. The most common would be 'me' and 'my' if you haven't noticed. But alas, thank you for the reviews. I love them ! :D
Disclaimer: I think you know by now I don't own the Thor characters, or Game Of Thrones characters. I mean come on.