Hello and welcome back once more to A Tale of Fire and Ice! I am glad some of you have chosen to remain as part of my Khalasar ;) I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Daenerys was in her bedchambers with her handmaiden who helped her into a light purple gown when Viserys entered, dragging Doreah behind him.

"You send this whore to give me commands? I should have sent you back her head!" Viserys growled.

"Forgive me, Khaleesi. I did as you asked." Doreah apologized to Daenerys.

"Hush now, it's all right. Irri, take her and leave us." Daenerys ordered, glancing over to her handmaiden who had just finished fixing her hair for supper.

"Yes, Khaleesi." Irri walked over to Doreah and led her out of the room.

"Why did you hit her?!" Daenerys questioned her brother.

"How many times do I have to tell you? You do not command me." He took a step closer.

"I wasn't commanding you. I just wanted to invite you to supper." Daenerys answered simply.

"What's this?" Viserys lifted a piece of fabric in his hand.

"It's a gift. I had it made for you." Daenerys took a step back as her brother advanced.

"Asgardian rags? Are you going to dress me now?" He growled.

"Please." Daenerys pleaded.

"This stinks of manure. All of it." He threw the piece of fabric at his little sister.

"Stop - stop it." Daenerys held her hands out, asking him to stop.

"You would turn me into one of them, wouldn't you ? Next you'll want to braid my hair." He laughed.

"You've no right to a braid. You've won no victories yet." Daenerys growled. She made a mistake, a huge one. Viserys knocked her down and jumped on top of her, hitting her.

"You do not talk back to me ! You are a horselord's slut. And now you've woken the dragon…" Daenerys fought back and at last, grabbed a necklace and hit him on top of the head, causing him to fall onto his back. She climbed on top of him, fire burning in her eyes.

"I am a princess of Asgard! I am the wife of the great Prince Loki and I carry his son inside me. The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands." She shouted before falling off of him. He stumbled out of the room as Loki and Ser Jorah ran in, watching as Daenerys sat there on the floor.

"Dany, are you alright?" Loki ran over to her and knelt down beside her, checking for injuries as Ser Jorah approached. Loki stood, his hands balling up into fists as he left the room.

"I hit him. I hit the dragon." She whispered.

"Your brother Rhaegar was the last dragon. Viserys is less than the shadow of a snake." He assured the princess.

"He is still the true King." She answered, looking up to the knight.

"The truth now: do you want to see your brother sitting on the Iron Throne?" He asked. Daenerys sat there in silence for a moment before answering the knight.

"No but the common people are waiting for him. Illyrio said they're sewing dragon banners and praying for his return."

"The common people pray for rain, health and a summer that never ends. They don't care what games the high Lords play." He responded.

"What do you pray for, Ser Jorah?" Daenerys asked, standing up.

"Home." Ser Jorah smiled as he helped the little princess up on her feet.

"I pray for home too. My brother will never take back the Seven Kingdoms. He couldn't lead an army even if my husband gave him one. He'll never take us home." She answered, leaving the room to find her husband.

She found him in a dark room, his back to her. She entered and approached him, stopping at the bottom of the steps of the stand where he stood.

"Loki…?" She asked, causing him to slowly turn. His skin was blue and his eyes were an icy blue, not the usual bright green. She walked up the steps and watched as he held out his hand, blue as well. Daenerys grabbed his hand and examined it before looking up at her husband.

"I am sorry, I truly am."

"It's alright, Loki."

"I don't want our child to grow up to be a monster like me."

"Please, don't..."

"I am the monster mothers tell their children about at night!" Daenerys took a step back as her husband shouted.

"Are you scared?" He asked, looking up to his wife. Daenerys stood in silence, trying to pick an answer.

"TELL ME!" Loki shouted, causing Daenerys to fall back down the steps, scared. She quickly stood, ran to the bedchambers and fell onto the bed, crying.

The next morning, Daenerys woke up to see the other side of the bed empty and cold. She slid out of bed and walked over to the dresser. She dressed into a beautiful green shirt that laces up at the top with black leggings and green lace up boots before leaving for the ceremonies.

Daenerys sat with her two handmaidens, Irri and Doreah. The three were talking and laughing until Viserys entered, crashing the party. His hair was ruffled, and madness lingered in his eyes.

"Daenerys!" He called, causing the music to cease and the people to silence.

"Where's my sister?" He searched the room.

"Stop him." Daenerys ordered.

"Where is she, hmm? I'm here for the feast, the whore's feast?"

"Come." One of the Asgardians approached him and grabbed him by the arm.

"Get your hands off me!" He shouted, yanking his arm from their grip.

"No one touches the Dragon!" He shouted at the Asgardian.

"Loki! I'm here for the feast." Viserys laughed.

"There is a place for you, back there." Loki pointed to the back of the room.

"That is no place for a King." Viserys shook his head.

"You are no King." Loki growled, leaning forward in his throne.

"Keep away from me!" Viserys shouted.

"Viserys, please." Dany called from her spot, causing her brother to turn in her direction and smile.

"There she is." He whispered. Viserys unsheathed his sword, causing all Asgardians to back up.

"Put the sword down, they'll kill us all." Ser Jorah tried to reach through to Viserys.

"They can't kill us." Viserys answered the knight as he approached his little sister.

"They can't shed blood in their sacred city but I can. I want what I came for, I want the crown he promised me. He bought you but he never paid for him I want what was bargained for or I'm taking you back. He can keep the baby, I'll cut it out and leave it for him." Viserys threatened.

"You shall have a golden crown… that men shall tremble to behold."Loki stood from his seat.

"That was all I wanted… what-what was promised." Viserys laughed.

"No!" He screamed as Loki walked over to the pot over the fire. He threw a belt of gold in there and watched it melt.

"No! You cannot touch me. I am the Dragon. I am the Dragon! I want my crown! Ahh!"

"Look away, Khaleesi."

"No."

"Dany, tell them. Make them!"
"No, you can't!"

"Just ... please!"

"Dany, please!" Viserys pleaded as Loki approached with the pot of melted gold.

"A crown for a King." He poured the pot over Viserys' head and watched him fall to the ground, dead.

"Princess?" Ser Jorah looked down at her.

"He was no Dragon, fire cannot kill a Dragon." Daenerys stated.

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