A/N: A big thank you to everyone who reviewed! I hope you'll like where this is heading...

I also decided to make a video-trailer for this story. You can watch it here (just remove the blanks in the URL): youtu. be/ uaXXGCPhqMg

or search for something along the lines of "Vikings Game of Thrones sea dragon"...

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10 Snow and Ice

Viserys' funeral was not far in the past, the blackened wreck of the ship could still be seen out in the fjord. The season had turned once more, and the winter had the town of Kattegat in its claws. The roofs were covered in snow, and the people inside were beginning to freeze.

Daenerys' dragon was the main attraction for the whole town. Of course everyone had heard the stories of mighty dragons, slain by brave men like Aslaug's father or Ragnar himself. But no one had ever seen one in reality.

The little dragon had at first refused to eat properly, until Dany had remembered something her brother had told her once: Humans and dragons were the only species that ate their food roasted. Once she had taken care of this, Viseryon was growing steadily.

Dany was sitting in front of the hearth in the middle of the great hall, eating a bowl of soup, while Bjorn was sitting behind her. The dragon was flying around in the twilight underneath the roof of the great hall. Occasionally, they could hear the sound of his wings, but for the most part, Viseryon remained hidden in the shadows.

"Even with my brother dead", Dany suddenly broke the silence, "There still remains the question when we are going to sail to Westeros."

Every set of eyes turned in her direction. Dany felt herself blush slightly, before she faced her father-in-law.

"Just because my brother cannot become King of Westeros anymore, this doesn't mean that the seven Kingdoms don't need a ruler", she argued, "The murder of my father still needs to be avenged, and as the last of my family, I now hold the claim to the Iron Throne."

"Don't worry, my love", Bjorn tried to calm her, "We will bring this King Robert to justice."

"When?" Dany wanted to know.

"I don't have to tell you that we can't set sail before the ice hasn't broken in the spring", Ragnar explained, "But I think we will try and make our way there…"

Once the decision had been made, they began their preparations. The boats were being repaired and equipped as good as they could do during the dark months of winter, weapons were forged and sharpened. New ropes and sails were fabricated, and even Dany spent many hours on the loom, working on a new sail for Ragnar's ship.

The days went on, each one as cold as the others. Their work seemed never to end, there was always something to be done in preparation for the great expedition in spring. Riders were sent out to the surrounding towns, inviting the Earls to join in the greatest expedition the people of the northmen had ever undertaken.

Soon it was clear that Lagertha would join them, in her own right as Earl of Hedeby. Several others agreed as well, Earls and their men, independent boat crews, pirates and sellswords. All were joined by the expectation of the great glory, and by the desire to meet the famous King Ragnar Lothbrok.

Finally, the spring was about to begin. Most of the days, it was warm, the sun was shining steadily down on the people of Kattegat.

"In a few weeks, the Earls will come here", Bjorn told his wife, "Then we are going to set sail, once we are ready."

"I can't wait to see the land of my ancestors", Dany agreed eagerly, "I wish it wouldn't take this long."

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In the meantime in the seven kingdoms:

After the death of King Robert Baratheon, the Usurper, his son Joffrey executed Lord Eddard Stark, Hand of the King, on grounds of high treason against the crown. Lord Tywin Lannister was appointed Hand, but he had his youngest son Tyrion, the Imp, take the place while Lord Tywin himself was occupied with fighting the civil war against the Stark forces under command of the heir to Winterfell.

Considering that the line of succession was not clear, both brothers of King Robert had made claims to the Iron Throne, and were openly rebelling against their nephew Joffrey. For the moment, all four parties were about equally strong and facing each other in a standoff.

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The day they had been waiting for had come. The Earls that had decided to join them in the attempt to raid Westeros arrived, one after the other. The fjord was swarming with ships of all forms and sizes, their colorful banners were flying in the wind. Servants were carrying around ale for the crews, and supplies were loaded onto the boats.

In the evening, Ragnar had planned a feast to welcome his allies. The great hall was not nearly big enough to accommodate everyone, so the entire town was filled with drunk warriors. Occasionally, fights broke out, but nothing too serious happened.

"You shouldn't be drinking that much", Bjorn cautioned Daenerys, "When we set sail tomorrow, you will be glad if you're not nursing a hangover…"

"Don't worry, I didn't get seasick the other time either", Dany replied laughingly, as she gulped down another horn of ale.

"We'll see", Bjorn smirked.

To most of the Earls, Viseryon was a strange and admired sight as well. None of them had ever seen a real dragon before, even though many had ancestors who had claimed to have fought against dragons.

Finally, the feast died down. Dany gave a last piece of meat to her dragon, before Bjorn carried her into their room. She was already almost asleep when he laid her in the bed, and her eyes closed entirely as she felt her husband snuggle up next to her. The last thought that crossed her mind that evening, was how much she was going to miss all this comfort for the foreseeable future.

In the morning, the fjord was covered in mist. It was cold, the breath made clouds in the air. Angry winds crashed into the sails and let the banners fly restless.

"Not the kind of weather I had hoped for", Ragnar admitted to Bjorn as the overlooked the fleet.

"The gods chose the winds", Bjorn reminded his father, "We can only guess what it means, and we can only make the best of it."

"You're right", Ragnar sighed, "Still I wish it would have been different."

They returned to the great hall, where Dany was just packing her stuff together. Although crippled, it was unthinkable to exclude her from this expedition to her homelands.

"I've already began packing your bundle as well", she smiled as Bjorn entered the room, "But I could use some help with finding the rest."

"Of course", Bjorn replied, before planting a kiss on his wife's neck as he walked past her. He quickly gathered the rest of their belongings that they would take with them, and soon both bundles were finished.

Bjorn carried the bundles to the ship on the pier and stowed them away, before he returned and carried Dany out there as well. Finally, everything was ready and everyone was waiting for Ragnar to give the signal to set sail.

A servant brought a bowl of water to the ship, and all of the crew took turns in ritually washing their hair and faces. Once they had all done this, Ragnar stepped onto the ship, the ropes were loosened and the ship was staked off the pier into deeper water.

Oars were bringing them outside the fjord and as they reached the open sea, the sails were employed. The winds filled the fabric and the boats gained speed. They looked to the sky and watched the still little Viseryon circling over their heads. The dragons were returning to Westeros.

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A/N: As I hinted before, I actually made an effort on speeding up the plot a little by having the vikings attack Westeros earlier...

Admittedly, I'm not entirely happy with this chapter, but in this place there needs to be a small filler before the actual raid on Westeros. And I don't want to let you wait any longer.

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