Joyous Occasion

Through the open window of her master bedroom, the sun shone it's bright rays against the white marbled floors, lighting the room up. The silky light blue curtains that hung around the large window blew gently in the vast space of the bedroom, making an elaborate dance along with the nippy air. What a brilliant view. Daenerys smiled to herself as her eyes fixated on the spectacular view from her and Loki's bedroom window, overlooking the morning sun and the busy streets way below.

Raising her arms as the servants asked, she continued to gaze out the window in awe that she could be placed in such a palace - from the streets to living in the lap of luxury! She could only hope Viserys had such a wonderful as she did at the moment.

The female servant stretched out a long tape around Daenerys' bust carefully, her eyes squinting at the tiny hand printed numbers along the edges carefully. In her mother tongue, the woman whispered to herself and picked up a small script of paper and squinted at that as well, writing down her observations silently. Daenerys could not care less what the servants were doing to he - she just needed them to bring their notes to the seamstresses - her dresses were growing a tad tight around her breast area.

She stared unblinking at the large sun that shone to her, admiring it.

"My Princess..?" The second servant questioned as she brought her gaze up from the other one's notes, licking her lips in the process. "Your measurements have grown larger from the last time we checked."

The first servant looked back over her shoulder to face Daenerys, her accent thick as she spoke. "My Princess, when was the last time you bled?" Pulling her shawl tighter, she looked at Dany with caring features.

With furrowed brows, Daenerys' breath hitched in her throat. She was hit with a wave of confusion - she had not been paying attention to such things! She thought for a minute before licking her lips. "Perhaps it was two moons ago..." She blinked furiously and stepped down off the stone pedestal. It can't be...!

Deep breaths. She told herself over and over again as she hesitantly looked down at her changing body. Indeed she did notice the considerable amount of weight added to her breasts, which usually only meant one thing for a woman who was already done developing. "My Princess! We believe you are with child!" She felt the woman's hand press against her abdomen gently. "Oh we congratulate you so!"

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Later that evening, Daenerys was still as confused and scared as ever. Letting her tight dress fall to the floor beneath her, she pressed her palms against her body, with trembling fingers, mind you. It had been at least three moons since their ceremony and still she felt so unprepared! It's too early. Or, this can't be right, kind of thoughts ran throughout her mind as she padded her way to the large mirror set upon the golden wall of the bedroom. Looking at herself in disbelief, she ran her hands over her body as if inspecting the area. Soon, your stomach will bulge out with the life a child. Her voice in her head told her with a sinister tone to it, trying to make herself angry over this. She pet her flat stomach. Soon you will become fat, and the Prince will break off your martial bond and take your child away from you, leaving you with no where to go, even Viserys would have no use for you any more! Her heart began to beat faster. You'll wither into nothing but ash and dust, without a job in this world!

Gasping for air, Daenerys ran away from the large mirror as fast as she could and ripped open the drawer to her armoire. Pulling out the first dress her fingers came in contact to, she pulled the wine red dress over her head and hid her shameful body. That will not happen! Dany strictly told herself as she pulled on her favourite piece of silver jewellery, that will not happen to me, I am the blood of the dragon!

Pulling on her strappy sandals, Daenerys pushed open the door of her bedroom with all of her might (that's something she hated about the castle, most of the doors were impossibly hard to open) and made her way down the hallway briskly. When she finally reached the large entrance room of the castle, she heard the loud ticking of the golden clock upon the wall. Six forty-five, I must find him before dinner. She nodded to herself before stepping into the room with a hint of regret in her mind. She could just wait to tell him, couldn't she? He could live without knowing that information for a while, right? But then again - she wouldn't want to be caught in a tangled mess where she ended up telling him at the wrong moment.

Walking towards the front entrance of the castle, she spotted him chatting with his older brother, Thor. Making her way over, both of the men looked over at her at the same time. "Ah, Daenerys." Loki greeted her with a small smile. "I haven't seen you all day."

She gently smiled and nodded at him. "I was being fitted by the seamstresses." Dany spoke somewhat worriedly, and the God of Mischief caught on quickly, as he looked at his brother with a raised brow.

"Thor, if you could."

Thor nodded with that goofy grin still residing on his face. "Of course brother, dinner time is approaching, so make it quick." He bid his farewells and was off towards the feast area to help the servants prepare for the grand dinner.

"Now, what is it you really wanted to say?" He queried with a small, knowing grin on his face.

Daenerys raised a curious brow. "Am I that easy to read?" She chuckled entwined her fingers in front of her.

Loki thought for an instant. "Well..." She raised both brows. "Yes, you are."

She snuffed for a moment. "Is that a bad thing?"

"It isn't for me." He chuckled when he watched her face grow a little disappointed. "Because if you weren't easy to read Thor would still be here standing in on our conversation. What did you really want to say?"

Clearing her throat and licking her lips, she stumbled around with her words. "Oh yes, well, now that I think about it, I'm not sure how you'd react."

His brows wrinkled for a brief moment. Not sure how I react? What is it? "I'm your husband, you can speak of any matter with me." He noticed how unsettled she looked at the moment - boy, something really must be up with her, he could tell.

Daenerys nodded. "Okay, I will tell you." She informed him, building up all the little bits of courage she had. "I've just been informed that I am with child."

A shocked expression now played on Loki's face, both brows were risen and his eyes didn't blink. "You are with child? How are you sure of it?"

"Well the seamstresses informed me that they believed I was with child, so I went and paid the medical wing a visit. They confirmed it." She tried her best to seem cool and collected but on the inside she was absolutely burning with fear of rejection she always faced. Dany chewed the inside of her cheek as she awaited a response."

He shook his head a little bit. "How did you think I'd react?"

"I don't know." She replied simply. But that was a thorough lie. She believed that once she bore him an heir he would kick her out of the castle and out to the streets, never once looking at her again.

"I would never react bitterly to such a subject, Daenerys." Loki sounded coolly, embracing her as gently as he could. He felt her breath a sigh of relief and nestle her face into the nape of his neck. "It is wonderful news."

The large clock chimed loudly throughout the entire castle, signalling that dinner was prepared and every one had to attend. Hesitantly peeling herself away from her husband, and crossed her arms over her chest. "I suppose we best get to dinner." Daenerys informed him with a small smile, as a few servants exited out from the long stretch of hallways and made their way towards the kitchens to help serve the food.

She watched as he looked back over to her with a smile. "Yes, let's." With that, the two took each others hands and made their way towards the long stretch of table that was slowly being filled with glorious meals meant for the God's. With each chair pulled out, Daenerys took her seat beside her husband quietly.

She never enjoyed the dinners with everybody of importance attending. You could say she didn't like large crowds, but she would say that she just didn't like these people she sat near. They were either too loud, or too obnoxious, or too creepily silent for her liking. Folding her hands over her lap, still silent as ever, she caught the glance of a woman that sat on the parallel side of the table with a dirty glance shot at her. Her brows furrowed as she turned to face the woman to get a better look at her - and she knew this woman all too well. Her name was Sif, and Daenerys thought were was positively an obnoxious disaster that she has ever met! She had never said a word to this woman and yet she got all the dirtiest looks in the book from her! Dany died to say something, but courage was not in her forte, so she stayed silent.

When everybody was seated at the large table, the feast begun (thanks to an obese man by the name of Volstagg). Half of the foods presented to her now made her sick to her stomach, though she noticed this occurance a few days ago, Dany only delicately ate what she felt appropriate.

When everybody felt satisfied with the large amount of food that was presented and now three quarters of the way done, they sat back against the back of their seats with their hands on their belly's. And Loki took this 'perfect' opportunity to present the news. Of course, Daenerys shrunk down to the sizeof a pea on the inside when Loki stood up from the table at the time people usually presented great news.

Frigga smiled up to her son with a gentle, warm, motherly smile and her hands clasped together atop the table. "I have received some wonderful news." Her son began with a smile upon his face that warmed Frigga heart immensely. Excited, she edged further away from her seat and towards her son. He looked at Daenerys with a smile even though she seemed terribly scared in front of all these people. "That being that my wife Daenerys is with child."

"Oh!" Frigga rose to her feet as fast as lightening once those words left his mouth and her hands clapped together. "Oh! My first Grandchild!" Racing over to her son, she enveloped him in a warm hug, squishing him harder than ever before. Her heart beat sporadically as she pulled away, her hands clenching his shoulders tightly. "Congratulations!" Pulling him close, as embarrassed as he was, placed a large kiss on his cheek.

As the rest of the family stood from the table to bid their congratulations, Odin and Thor rose as well. "Wow, little brother!" Thor boomed as happy as can be as he made his way over to Loki, both men beginning to speak to each other in the tongue of the Gods. "I am to be an uncle! And you are to be a father, how amazing!"

When Frigga (finally) let go of Daenerys after placing many kisses upon her cheeks, Daenerys looked over her shoulder to the end of the table to see her brother staring at her silently with an unreadable expression. She'd probably have his opinion on the matter later, but for now, she wanted to remain happy and wallow in this blissful feeling of being part of a family.

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AN: I like how I approached the whole pregnancy thing better this time around, than in 'Arranged Marriage' :)

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Disclaimer: I don't own THOR or GOT.