This took me a lot longer to write than I initially wanted, but nothing would work out on paper :( This is my take on Grayson having just hatched the baby dragon, but it is too small and too young to be doing any King's Landing destroying. Now he is torn between letting it be a baby dragon and "if I get my chance I'm going to kill the emperor." It's short, and the dragon's adorableness is supposed to come from Baby Yoda, but I don't really write "adorableness" too much XDD
Let's Go On An Adventure
Discount Drogon
For something with the capability to bring the Empire to its knees, Grayson had to admit that the baby dragon was pretty damn cute. First of all, it was just too small to bring anything down. It was no bigger than the length of his forearm, and it could easily perch on his shoulder and weighed as much as a loaf of bread. It's claws, while sharp, were not long enough to tear anything apart. The baby dragon couldn't even breathe fire yet.
The way the dragon acted was just too innocent as well. It was always following Grayson around, and when it couldn't find Grayson, it would follow Drake around instead. It was pretty funny to watch, especially with how exasperated the mage would get when the dragon nipped at his heels looking for food. There was one instance when the dragon stole one of Drake's shoes, and the next thing Grayson knew, the dragon was curling up innocently in Grayson's lap while Drake was brandishing the torn shoe at him.
Grayson remained cool. He looked Drake dead in the eye and replied, "What do you want me to do? Make him apologize? He's a baby." He ended up giving Drake a sovereign to get a new pair of shoes so that he wouldn't turn him into a frog.
For obvious reasons, the dragon could not talk. However, its methods of communication involved pathetic mewling when it was hungry or excited. When it was tired, the dragon would stretch its tiny wings and release the tiniest yawns ever before it curled up like a sleeping cat. Sometimes, when the baby dragon was really happy about something, it cooed like any baby would.
It hardly seemed dangerous, and Grayson was growing more attached to it. His plans to ravage the Empire had been softened after finding Drake and meeting Mia, but if Grayson wasn't careful, he thought of the baby dragon as a future weapon to use against the Emperor. One day he would kill him, just not now. Right now, the baby dragon was too dang cute to be killing anyone. Grayson's plans would have to wait.
Since it was winter, Grayson figured that it was cold-blooded like all lizards were and needed a way to stay warm. Since it couldn't breathe any fire yet past smoke rising through its nostrils, Grayson reasoned that it was up to them to keep the dragon warm. He went to the market and purchased a brand new baby blanket which Drake magically enforced so that the dragon didn't rip it apart.
Should he give the dragon a name? After losing his family, Grayson started fantasizing about the day that he would kill the Emperor, and using the very dragon that he had stolen as a part of his revenge seemed like a very good plan at the time. He never thought about naming the dragon, but since he was keeping it around like a pet, maybe he should…
The main problem with that was that Grayson's names were not very creative. He tried to call it just "Dragon," but no one liked the name. Even he knew that the name was too boring. He asked his friends for ideas. Mia was all for naming the dragon, but all of her suggestions were too adorable. Yes, they suited the baby dragon, but he was hardly going to ride on the Empire one day on the back of a fearsome dragon named "Chowder." His dragon was going to be fierce and unstoppable. He wouldn't be an adorable baby forever.
When he asked Drake for name ideas, however, the mage was still salty about his destroyed shoe and told Grayson to keep his "pet lizard" away from him. Grayson spent thirty minutes explaining to Drake why the dragon was more than just a lizard with wings. By the end of that conversation, he felt like Drake still didn't get it.
He felt something nudging his leg, and Grayson looked down to find the tiny green dragon looking up at him like a puppy who wanted to play. It even had a leftover twig that Grayson had planned to throw into the fire in its mouth. It looked at him expectantly and offered the stick.
Grayson sighed before taking the stick. It was warm, but it hadn't burned in the dragon's mouth. He wondered if soon the dragon would be able to breathe fire like adult dragons would. He turned it over in his hands a few times. "Do you want to play fetch? Go fetch!" He threw the stick as far away from him as he could, and the baby dragon scampered away on its tiny legs after it.
Even a battle hardened soldier like Grayson had a hard time not smiling at this. Someday the dragon would be old enough to take down entire kingdoms, but right now it was too dang cute to be taking down any empires. His revenge could wait. Right now, he was going to let the baby dragon just be a baby instead.
So yeah on the shorter end but if it is any comfort my Grayson's kid being alive fic is pretty dang long right now.
And I elected not to name the dragon because we really don't know what Grayson's plans for the dragon are. He's talked about bringing the Empire to its knees before, and he wants to kill the emperor, and I still haven't bloody healed from the Game of Thrones finale... so much ash... so much burning... So much of it all...
CJ: I should just rename these to be "The Drayson One-Shots" because that is what this story has turned into XD I will never escape from Drayson, and you won't be able to, either. Oh, my idea with the Emperor raising the kid would be him filling the kid's head with lies, but adding an execution... oh dear... oh my... This is gonna be perfect and it is all your fault! You are enabling my feelsbreaking, gah! But thank you so much! And Clone Warsssss
~Lya200~
