Warning: This is the chapter where a lot of the warnings come into play. If you have a rape or attempted rape trigger please proceed with caution.
Other stuff: Sorry this took so long! We have the college thing and we were on holiday break...hopefully we can try to do one chapter a month, but no promises.
We tried our best trying to make Drogo sound like someone struggling to learn a new language...imagine a very heavy accent, slower speech , overemphasizing syllables and very child like/novice sentence structure.
That's it enjoy.
The weeks passed and Drogo became very proficient at his job. There were very few incidents at the bar and only occasionally did the customers try to test their bravery against the mountainous man they referred to as Khal. Drogo's work with common tongue was a different story. He could speak it now, but he was nowhere near fluent. Compared to how accomplished and elegant his phrasing was in Dothraki, he sounded sort of like a small child. He used fractured sentences and had thrown out contractions altogether. But it was good enough to hold conversations with Dany and that was all that mattered to him.
It helped too that she was learning Dothraki rapidly. True, she didn't have the natural guttural sound that was often associated with Vaes Dothrak, but she was highly adept at learning the structure of the language and could hold lengthy conversations with Drogo. Over the time spent at the bar together, the two grew very fond of each other. They talked on their breaks, when Viserys allowed them to have breaks, they talked when they opened the bar, they talked while they worked. It was a rare occurrence to find one without the other, something Viserys had not failed to take note of. And he did not approve at all.
Drogo found himself talking to Danerys as much as possible. Before, during and even after work. One part was because he was learning common much better simply participating in conversations and listening to how the language sounded. But also because the more he talked to Dany the more he liked her. He wasn't usually one to open up about himself but very gradually he did so for her. Nothing too deep, just little things about himself. Good things mainly, there was a lot about himself that he didn't want to bring up in casual conversation. His past hadn't always been as good as his present. Drogo had a few run ins with the law and he'd seen some things...things he could never forget.
Soon he knew the name of face of everyone who walked into the bar on a regular basis. He was friends with a few and on good terms with the rest. Working at the bar was probably his most fulfilling job ever. He got to work at a great bar, talk and look at beautiful women and listen to usually pretty good music. Performing on stage was his first love though. On the weekends occasionally he had a gig. Things were going pretty good for his band...but honestly Drogo was pretty stressed and tired. Driving from Dothrak to Westeros after a long day in the factory wasn't easy...tack a long night at the bar and he was exhausted by closing.
He also was feeling extra tension between himself and Viserys. Viserys was refusing to give Drogo any benefits, and he was paying him under the table which was illegal and it wasn't great money either. 6-7 dollars and hour with little overtime wasn't amounting to much. He also noticed that his little twerp of an employer seemed to yell at him about every little thing, some things he was sure just was just so he could yell at him. That and it seemed like he was trying to keep him and his sister apart as often as he could and sometimes even interrupting their conversations.
Drogo walked in and immediately Dany said that she wanted to talk to him, privately during their break. He hoped it was good...they'd been talking very intensely for a few weeks and if Drogo had the time to allot for her he would ask her out, now that he had the ability to do so.
Daenerys crafted her face into a friendly mask. She didn't want anyone, especially the cameras linking her directly to Viserys to see how truly excited she was. She and Drogo had been talking more and more and he was slowly opening up to her. Dany couldn't help but be drawn to him. Everything about his was fascinating to her and so much different than her brother. Talking with him and spending time with him had furthered the initial attraction she had to him and from what she could tell, he felt the same. At least she hoped so. If not, it would make the conversation she planned to have with him over break incredibly awkward.
Time seemed to fly by in Dany's excitement. Soon enough Jorah was nodding for her to take her break as he tended to the bar. She smiled at him and walked in controlled but excited steps to where Drogo sat by the door.
"Can I have a word?" she asked. He nodded and stood to join her, the anticipation rolling off of him in waves.
Dany led Drogo out of the bar gently by his hand and into the alley. She smiled up at him threw her lashes. ("Drogo, I really like you.") And giving what was almost a smile he responded in common
"I like you to Daenerys." The next part he wanted to say properly in Dothraki. He took her hand in his, splaying his fingers open against her palm. Her hand was so small against his.
("We should date...People in Westeros take too long.") With that she leaned up as much as she could on her tip toes and kissed him. The moment their lips touched he lifted her off the ground and kissed her back. He had been thinking of this for quite some time, just as long as she had, and it was just as perfectly imperfect as they had hoped. Most people wouldn't consider kissing in an alley to be romantic or suitable for a first kiss, but they hadn't been able to see it any other way.
They only stopped when the need for air was more pressing. It was then Dany realized he was holding her with one arm. She smiled again and he smirked, glad she was impressed.
("Yes, we should. Immediately.") She replied in Dothraki.
("Then we're dating.")
Nothing made her happier. She kissed him again but he pulled away.
"I start this kiss." She laughed and then allowed him the pleasure of initiating the kiss. This one was slower, more passionate and lasted even longer. Afterwards they were breathless and stared into each other's eyes.
Neither of them knew that Viserys had been watching the security feeds since Dany had led Drogo outside. Something within him snapped, much the same way as the pencil he had been holding. He couldn't stand to see Daenerys, who he had been lusting for forever, give herself to this Dothraki scum. In his mind he was the one who had given her everything, cared for her, loved her, and now she betrayed him like this. And what was worse, the both of them had been lying to him about it. The entire time. More than anything he despised being lied to.
The moment Drogo set Dany down and walked back to his post beside the front door, Viserys slipped out of the office. He caught Daenerys on her way back in, gripping her wrist so tightly she squealed.
"Viserys?" She asked but the elder was too far gone to be reasoned with. "Viser-!"
"Silence!" For once, she was genuinely afraid. She tried to scream for help, but his hand latched around her throat and squeezed. The pressure was enough to keep her from breathing. She gasped for air as he held her there, pinned to the alley wall.
"After all I've done for you, you little slut!" he growled. Furiously he began to tear at her clothes. Tears filled her eyes as she struggled to break free. Her sharp fingernails clawed desperately into her brother's flesh, but he hardly felt them. All he could feel was the rage that built in his chest and the lust that settled at the base of his stomach, in his groin. If only she could scream, she knew Drogo would hear and come running, but she could hardly even breathe and she was starting to fade out of consciousness... Her shirt had been ripped away and her jeans had been torn open, sliding down her hips. His pants were loosened and starting to fall when she noticed Drogo over his shoulder. As she had hoped, he had heard a few concerning noises and went to check.
The Dothraki tore the lanky blonde off of her and proceeded to do what he had wanted to do the elder Targaryen since he had first met him. Each punch made a loud, almost cringe inducing noise, sending teeth flying nearly each time. He was begging for help as Drogo gave him the beating of a lifetime. Drogo showed no mercy, and Daenerys didn't ask him to; her brother had never shown her any.
Coincidentally, at the same moment, Jon and Sam were going outside to have a smoke. Seeing this scene Jon's reflexes kicked in and he immediately launched himself at Drogo, subduing him surprisingly easily. He cuffed him and forced him against their nearby squad car, confused when the larger male suddenly stopped struggling. Daenerys was shaking her head no as she finally regained the ability to speak.
"No he didn't do anything! Let him go!" She yelled hoarsely.
"Jon let's not just jump into this without asking a few questions first." Sam cautioned since Jon had the habit of rushing into situations.
"But he was beating the guy to a pulp!" Sam shook his head and went to help Daenerys.
"Can you tell me what happened ma'm?" He handed her his jacket and she wrapped it around herself shivering.
"Yes...Viserys…" Her voice wavered as she pointed to her brother who was fading from consciousness. "He tried to rape me. Drogo" She then pointed shakily to her boyfriend now pinned to the squad car. "Saved me." Jon was completely confused...
"So you're saying the Dothraki didn't try to rape you?"
"Yes, now let him go!"
"He still assaulted the guy...just look at him..." Jon gestured with his shoulder towards Viserys who had some blood on his face. Drogo had some of this same blood on his clothes. Hearing and accepting the story Sam cuffed the bloody blonde and put him in the back of the squad car before radioing for an ambulance.
Jon eased up allowing Drogo to stand. "One request." He asked in common with his thick accent. "I make sure she is ok?" The rookie cop saw no reason why not. Dany moved from the ground and went to Drogo with tears in her eyes. She wrapped her arms around him and he laid his head on her shoulder. "Are you ok?" He asked deeply concerned.
"Yes...thank you." She choked and he was relieved. "What about you?" She asked, raising her hand to stroke the hair off of his face.
"Not first time in jail." He almost smirked at that. She choked out a laugh as she leaned up and kissed him.
"We'll come bail you out ok?" Someone had to bail him out. Though she wasn't sure where they would get the money from.
Soon the second squad car arrived and Drogo was forced into it. They took Dany as well since she had to give a statement. Her statement and Drogo's matched up perfectly. When Viserys was cleaned up and conscious he demanded an attorney before speaking. It didn't really matter since all the evidence would be against him. Now it bit him in the ass that he had so many security cameras. Retrieving the tapes was Jorah's priority the moment he heard what had happened and he no qualms about turning them over to the police.
The next day Jorah and Dany went on as usual. Sadly they hadn't been able to come up with the money to bail Drogo out. Since he had a record the bail was set higher than usual. They had both looked for a decent lawyer for Drogo, but hadn't been able to find one any of them could afford. So sadly there hadn't been much progress to report when he called her. Last night had been long and stressful for them both. Dany hadn't been able to sleep at all, the memory of what Visery did replying through her mind and even invading her dreams.
So of course when Tyrion arrived he noticed that things were very very off instantly. The first sign was that the hulking bouncer he had become friends with was missing and that everyone else in the bar seemed lethargic and distracted. They had really opened the bar to distract themselves and maybe make some money to help Drogo out.
"...Is this a bar or a funeral home?" He asked hoping to get some sort of reaction. Jorah shook his head warning him it was a serious time.
"Something happened last night...It was just tiring for all of us." Dany replied still marking off names in the phone book. Looking over, the dwarf noticed she was looking at attorneys.
"Is there a correlation between Drogo not being here and you looking for a lawyer?" You could say a lot of things about the tiniest Lannister, but you couldn't say the man couldn't put two and two together.
"Jorah just tell him!" She barked too frustrated to deal with Tyrion at the moment. So Jorah explained...taking some details out what had happened last night. Tyrion nodded.
"Hm...do you think I could count bail as a charitable donation on my taxes?"
Dany looked at him curiously. "Are you serious? Tyrion, I couldn't ask you to-"
"Well then it's a good thing you didn't ask me," Tyrion replied slapping his hand against the bar. He didn't bother sitting down. He turned around and looked up at them impatiently. "What are you waiting for? You clearly aren't going to being doing any work while you're distracted and I'm going to need a drink very soon. Let's go." He didn't wait for them to follow, only walked out the door. Dany looked at Jorah.
"Um, okay..." Dany hurriedly grabbed her purse and took off after Tyrion. Jorah stood there in awe for a moment before hurrying after her.
Drogo sat with his eyes closed against the wall of his cell. Daenerys had told him that they would get him out in time so he wasn't too bothered. The others in the cell had steered clear so far. He had come in covered in Viserys' blood which funnily enough put some people off.
Honestly Drogo was bored. He was just sitting there waiting for anything to happen. Frankly he kinda hoped he got in a fight it would give him something to do, but it seemed even in here his reputation was known and everyone stayed away. Patience wasn't one of Drogo's most practiced virtues, but he could exert it when necessary. He knew Dany and Jorah would be here soon enough. Opening his eyes he noticed one other Dothraki and decided to chat him up.
It wasn't particularly interesting conversation, but it amused them to watch the cops huff about not being able to understand them. At the very least it kept both of them from getting bored.
"Damn Dothrakis." They would complain frequently.
Finally Jorah, Tyrion and Daenerys entered and Drogo's frown lessened severely. However seeing the dwarf with them confused him. Looking at Dany Drogo's eyes seemed to ask what Tyrion was doing with them. The dwarf noticed and answered.
"I'm bailing you out. Your next question is going to be why and well I can't listen to The Four Horsemen if they're missing a horseman." He answered sincerely and with a small cheeky smile. Drogo wasn't fooled, he knew there was a favor in there somewhere. In his time in Westeros Drogo had learned about some of the familiar faces and of course Tyrion and his family was discussed. Mainly about how they were rich and a bit well...ambitious to say the least. So he also knew Lannister's didn't exactly do things out of the goodness of their hearts.
Either way, Drogo was getting bailed out and that was what mattered for now. He'd get to the bottom of this later. Dany put a delicate hand on the bars, looking up at Drogo. He almost laughed because she looked so out of place here.
("Are you alright?") she asked him quietly. He nodded with the slightest of grins. Her small hand vanished beneath his massive one.
"Away from the bars." a guard called out gruffly. Dany tossed him a steely glare before begrudgingly stepping back.
"Excuse me sir," Tyrion said, ambling over to the man. "We are here to bail this man out." He pointed to Drogo. "Who do I need to speak too?" The guard looked down at Tyrion curiously.
"You're here for... him?" The guard pointed to Drogo.
"Very good, you speak Common. Now who do I need to see?" Tyrion quipped. The guard's jaw set at his sass. Jorah tried his hardest to conceal his smile. Tyrion certainly had a way with people.
The guard helped Tyrion with the bail, honestly confused about why Tyrion Lannister was helping out a Dothraki of all people. The process took a bit of time so the two love birds started talking.
("How are you?")
("Fine, just a bit bored. I was hoping to get into a fight.") He smirked back at his girlfriend. ("The tiny Westerians seem scared of me.") In Dothraki prison no one would have fought Drogo either, out of both fear and respect. He had hoped that since he was virtually unknown here someone would have been foolish enough to try. It didn't stop too many people at the bar.
Soon enough one of the officers unlocked the cell and released Drogo. Immediately he explained how this worked to Drogo...who honestly had heard this song and dance before. More times than he cared to admit. The moment the cop was done he didn't waste any time scooping Dany up and kissing her. Their second kiss was apparently as awkward as the first. First an alley next to a bar and now in jail, very romantic places for the new couple.
("We need to find more romantic places to kiss...") He gave a small laugh.
Dany laughed, leaning her forehead against his. ("Our kisses have been perfect. Besides, from an alley and a jail, things can only get better.")
She loved that he picked her up so effortlessly when he hugged her. She doubted he even meant to, it just came with his strength.
"Alright you nauseating love birds," Tyrion said as he ambled back into the room, the guard in tow. "we're all set here." The guard looked very disgruntled. He clearly didn't appreciate being talked down to by a dwarf. There was no doubt Tyrion had talked down to him. Tyrion talked down to everyone.
Drogo smirked at Tyrion and gave Dany another quick kiss before setting her down. She laced her fingers with his as they headed toward the door. The Dothraki that had shared the room with Drogo waved his goodbye, nodding his approval of Dany.
"Let's get you something to eat," Dany said as the headed to the car.
He was surprised at how nice holding hands felt. There wasn't a word he could put on it, but it felt strange in a new and good way. Drogo was a bit hungry. They hadn't fed him since he was just in holding after all. He followed Dany out. "Where are we getting food?" He asked curiously.
"I was thinking we could go to the Palace Diner," she said as they got into Tyrion's car. It was a luxury car of course, but Drogo had a difficult time fitting into it. This was why he preferred his motorcycle. The Dothraki didn't enjoy being in such a small car. He wasn't claustrophobic usually, but it was hard not to feel it in this.
They drove to the diner with The Four Horsemen's newest album blaring through the car. Hearing his music blasting throughout the car was a compliment to him, and he wonder if Tyrion had done it on purpose or if he really did enjoy the music. Dany took advantage of the blaring music and leaned in to Drogo.
("Thank you,") she said quietly in his ear. ("For... for everything.")
("It was my pleasure.") He whispered back into her ear. Truly beating the shit out of Dany's asshole brother had been a pleasure for him. So rarely did the Dothraki get a chance to actually get revenge, especially with just cause. However he hadn't liked that Daenerys had been in harm's way. ("I'm just glad you're ok.") He squeezed her hand; a silent promise to protect her better in the future.