Her daughter had blue skin. Blue skin. Though it had faded away moments ago, Daenerys heart was still pounding.
She had quickly taken a seat on the edge of her bed, Rhaenerys laying in her crib soundly. Dany pressed the palm of her hand to her chest firmly, feeling the hard pounds of her heart against her rib cage. She knew that was not normal. No newborns had blue skin that faded away moments after it came.
Daenerys took to her feet once more, wishing Loki had not disappeared earlier on, and looked over the bars of the crib. Rhaenerys lay there, with her hands grasping at the air innocently. No blue skin. She turned her lilac eyes to her mother and let out a small gasp, reaching in her direction with her plump arm.
"Rhaenerys.." Dany whispered, reaching down and carefully pulling her up from her small bed. She inspected her daughter closely, looking underneath her clothing to make sure no blue skin had remained. But alas, she was her normal pale color. "You scared me." Kissing her little forehead, she changed her out of her clothing, careful not to be too rough with the delicate girl.
Dany held her little one close, deciding to get some fresh air from the royal gardens. She padded her way down the hallway, hearing the normal morning bustle of the castle, and the streets of Asgard below.
"This whole castle is ours." Dany had whispered to her baby with a small smile, her violet eyes scouring the large hall, which was adorned with banners, large floor to ceiling windows, stained glass windows, and the finest art.
Rhaenerys didn't reply, but simply kicked her legs around with a small squeal. When Dany had exited the side doors of the castle to the royal gardens, she saw Sif. Dany stayed silent, she had never liked that woman much.
Sif just scowled at her, as Dany passed her by. She just scoffed, continuing to pass by her and along the path of the garden. And so it seemed Sif did not like her back, not that she cared. She hadn't done anything bad to Sif, she had no reason to give her dirty looks.
Alas, Daenerys took a seat upon a bench with a beautiful view, overlooking the city and the mountains. "This is Asgard Rhaenerys." She shifted the little one in her arms, giving her a perfect view of the colorful flowers, the beautiful blue sky, and the large houses down below. "But I'm not from here. Your father is. I'm from way over there." She commented, pointing way past the large mountains.
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"We mustn't lose hope that your father will return to us." Frigga had whispered, sitting on one side of a grand bed, with Loki on the opposite side. Odin, had went into a deep slumber. "And your brother."
With that, Loki's green eyes peered up from his adoptive-father, to look at his adoptive-mother. "What hope is there for Thor." He questioned, his face stern, though his eyes were hurt. Quite a nice facade he was playing with her.
"There's always a purpose to everything your father does." Frigga said, her hand resting on the golden bed frame. "Thor may yet find a way home." Loki's gaze still rested upon her, he was boiling on the inside. Thor was banished, that's what he needed.
He took a silent deep breath and stood up from his chair, straightening out his clothing before turning on his heels and walking down a few steps, going straight for the archway exit of the room. He stopped when the large golden doors burst open, around ten soldiers and knelt before him. A man walked through the golden archway, holding the King's staff, and walked over to him, kneeling before him to present the staff.
Loki had just raised a delicate eyebrow, turning to face his mother once more.
"Thor has been banished. The line of succession falls to you. Until Odin awakens, Asgard is yours." Frigga spoke gently but firmly, her arm still resting upon the golden bed frame.
Loki had looked back to the man presenting the staff, taking a deep breath and slowly taking it from him, examining the staff with his green eyes. His hands were firmly gripping the staff,
"Make your father proud." She smiled, "my King."
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Daenerys slowly stood up from the bench out in the gardens, deciding it what time to go inside and feed Rhaenerys. Slowly, she briskly walked along the pathway of the garden and back inside, placing with Rhaenerys' little hands.
"Queen Daenerys." A guard stopped her in her tracks, bowing to her form. "You've been summoned by the king." Her brows furrowed.
"I'm not the Queen, Queen Frigga is." Daenerys said cautiously, a curious brow raising.
"Prince Loki has been named King of Asgard. You are here by Queen of Asgard, for the time being." He explained, still bowing to her. "If you would follow me." With that, he turned, leading the woman to the grand foyer.
On the throne, sat Loki. Wearing his golden horn, with the King's staff in hand. "Ah, Daenerys." Loki had greeted with a smile on his face. "Come here love."
Daenerys smiled faintly and walked up the steps, holding her little darling close. She stopped at the side of the throne, to which he patted his lap. Her smile grew larger and she took a seat upon his lap, leaning against his chest lovingly.
Rhaenerys gasped suddenly, her big lilac eyes glue to the large golden horns atop her fathers head. She reached up from her blankie to grab the horns, not realizing her arms were certainly not long enough.
Loki smiled and bowed his head, allowing her finger tips to brush the large horns. A small smile graced her face, her tiny hand smacking the hard metal.
Daenerys smiled and cuddled closer to her hubby, watching the guards of the grand room. Now it was her and Loki in charge. She quite liked the sound of that. Now all she had to do was gain the Iron Throne.
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"Hush now little one." Daenerys cooed softly, rocking Rhaenerys carefully to stop her crying. "You have no reason to cry." But Rhaenerys kept bawling her eyes out, her tiny fists clenched in despair . "I just fed you, I know it isn't that." Rhaenerys waved her arm at her mothers face in hopes to make her understand what she wanted so badly.
Dany heard a faint sound of footsteps, slowly getting closer to her bedroom. She turned just in time to see Loki, a small smile on his lips and he strode over. "Little one, why is it you're crying?" He questioned, gently taking the small child from her mothers arms and right to him.
Rhaenerys sniveled a bit, her bawling had stopped but her sniffling remained. Her cheeks were blotchy red from crying, and her tears had dried up. He smiled. Rhay kciked her tiny legs around for a moment before her eyes became fixed upon his glorious helm.
Then starting from her neck, her skin turned darker, into a dark blue. Loki's smile faded and his lips pressed together firmly. Dany quickly looked over at him.
"I don't know what's happening!" Daenerys panicked, pressing her index finger onto her baby's blue cheek. Loki had taken a deep breath, obviously he knew what was going on, only having found out his heritage not too long ago.
"I do.." He mentioned, keeping his eyes affixed on the blue skin of his daughter, which was now slowly fading away. "I found out I am not of Odin and Frigga. King Laufey is my real father."
Daenerys watched as his face saddened, looking embarrassed. She closed her eyes and sighed, pressing her warm hand on his cheek. He turned his gaze towards her.
"That doesn't change my love for you." She informed him, keeping a sturdy gaze on his beautiful green eyes. "It doesn't change anything."
A small smile played at his lips. He stared stared at her, admiring her, but he stayed silent.
"You are my husband. And my King." She embraced him, careful not to squish Rhaenerys in-between them, her hand still caressing his cheek. "I would hope you don't care about my family."
He shook his head. "I don't. You are nothing like your father was."
"Then think of it as that." She said, giving him a small kiss. "I think she likes you the most." She then commented, looking down the the happy little baby girl, not a tear in sight.
"I believe it would be my helm she likes the most." He laughed, looking down the Rhay. "She's enamored with it."
"Well it certainly is different." She laughed, running her finger along the long golden horn. "But extravagant."
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Daenerys stood, furious as ever. Her fists were clutched as tight as could be, she could feel her nails digging into her palms. She was trembling, anger was surging through her body, seizing all of her thoughts.
"Stop this!" She screamed, thrusting her fist at the hard blue shield, surrounding Loki and Thor on the rainbow bridge. Thor had returned from Midgard, as they call it.
They had begun fighting, when Daenerys had caught wind of it she raced down the steps of the castle, meaning to break up the fight. But alas, Loki would never let her get hurt, so he set up a barrier between Dany and the fight.
In a blink of a eye Odin had appeared on the other side of the barrier. Loki had only used a weak magic, enough to stop Dany from entering harms way.
When she looked back to the rainbow bridge, she did not see Thor or Loki, only Odin holding something from over the edge of the broken bridge. So she waited, tears welling up already, her fists continuing to be clenched.
Her bottom lip quivered, hearing Thor yell Loki's name. She pressed her palms against the barrier, eagerly watching for the return of her husband. She watched as Odin pulled Thor up, only Mjolnir in his hands, his face was sullen. Directed at her.
The barrier was gone. She raced her way over to the edge of the bridge, peering over the side. Nothing. No Loki.
"What have you done?!" She screamed, whipping her head over to Odin and Thor, she was glowing with rage. "Where has he gone?!"
"He's gone now Daenerys." Odin boomed, his gaze fixated on the fuming woman in front of him.
He only half expected the punch in the face that followed after those words. Though she had no real arm strength, she had hit her king. His face hardened as he walked away coldly, with his son by his side. Where they had left her heartbroken and furious.
"I will kill you!" She screamed, directly at Odin. Thor was at least the little bit upset over the loss of his younger brother. "I promise you that."
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The next thing she knew she was being hauled out of her bedroom by two guards, away from her precious baby that was sleeping soundly in her crib. "Where are you taking me?" She questioned, attempting to shake loose the guards, who's grip was too powerful to throw off.
"You've threatened treason against the King." One had said sternly, still dragging the white haired woman down the corridor. "You will be punished."
"But!" She gasped, throwing her head back to watch the crib grow farther and farther away from her reach. "I lost my husband, how do you think I'd react?!"
"Treason is dealt with uttermost seriousness." The other guard said, both stopping in their tracks at the same time. Above her, Odin sat on his throne, his face dark.
She saw Frigga as well, her face was not pleased. Dany just shook her head, Frigga would be just as upset as she was, she had no right to give her that scowl.
"Daenerys Targaryen. You have committed a crime against Asgard and it's King. This crime is punishable by death." A man had announced, stepping out of a small crowd of people, holding a scroll. "We, the jury of Asgard, have found you guilty of your crimes. We cannot take any chances with the daughter of Aerys II. The punishment will be decided by jury member four."
A man from the crowd emerged, his hands entwined over his blue robes. "I have decided." He spoke, his blue eyes peering up at her. "Death by fire."
The crowd had roared. They loved a good punishment. Daenerys cried silently, first she loses her husband. Then she says something out of anger, though she did mean it, then she is going to be put to death.
"What about my daughter?" Daenerys shouted, her fierce violet eyes stared at Frigga this time. Surely Frigga would not let her grandchild be put to harm.
"She will be passed onto a willing family." Frigga said, her voice on the edge of cracking. Frigga could feel the tears trying to push their way through. She begged her husband to have mercy on Daenerys. He would have none of it, saying Dany was a threat to the people. Frigga faintly shook her head and looked away, unable to take the scorching stare of Daenerys.
Daenerys just let her head hang low, tears falling to the floor beneath her like a leaky faucet. "You are allotted a few hours with your daughter." The man had said before disappearing into the crowd once more. The guards let go of her arms, making her drop to her knees harshly.
"Daenerys.." Jorah mumbled, kneeling beside her and resting a palm on her back. "We can find a way-no." She had interrupted him, looking up from the ground and to him.
"You'll be punished as well." Dany had stood up, her feet hurriedly taking her towards her room, leaving Jorah behind but the guards remained at her sides.
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She reached down into the golden crib, scooping up the flailing little girl and holding her close to her heart. "My sweet." She spoke gently, rubbing circles in Rhaenerys' back with her free hand. She took a seat on her bed, Loki's side of the bed so she could smell his musky scent once more.
She cuddled Rhaenerys with all her might, not just for her, but for Loki as well. Knowing Rhay had just lost both of her parents in two days. Then we was going to be handed off to some people Dany would never know.
The few hours had passed, and Daenerys knew it she could not stay much longer. She kissed her daughters forehead sweetly, her tears pouring onto the girls chubby cheeks.
"I love you so much, my little darling." She whispered, nuzzling her close once again before carefully laying her down in her crib. "And so does your father."
With that, Daenerys took a deep breath and stepped away from the crib hesitantly. She then picked up all three of her eggs she had received at her wedding. Then letting the guards escort her out of the room, which she knew was the last time she would ever be there.
She was lead out the doors of the castle, a large wooden contraption was set up for her nearing death. There was a small crowd, most of the people of Asgard watched from their porches or windows.
One man had lead her to the wooden contraption, not paying mind to the eggs she was carrying. They had her sit in the middle of the large wooden monster. She laid her eggs out in front of her.
She said nothing, waiting for her death as she watched the stars in the midnight sky. Her eyes glazed over, expressionless face.
With that, a man had lit the trail, sending flames down the trail and straight to the doused wooden built thing. In a matter of seconds, the whole thing was engulfed, the only thing you could hear were the cracks of the flames and the screaming of men and women who had committed crimes.
The only thing you could see, were the beautiful flames dancing over the deathbed.
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AN: Yeah. This chapter made me sad a little, I wish I could have used more 'Thor' movie in there, but Loki wasn't exactly the main focus in the movie, so I worked with little. Thank you so much for the reviews, they mean dearly to me and make me happy you like the story!
This chapter, the flames part, is what got me going onto the story, I really just went along with it but from now until the end I have everything planned. :3 I'm sorry, but I highly dislike Odin. That's why he is sort of a massive prick, excuse my language.
My inspiration came from the music.
Heartlines - Florence + The Machine
Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine
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Blinding - " "
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