Goodnight Sweet Prince

"Daenerys!" An angry voice echoed out through the hall leading up to her bedroom, and it sounded like it was coming closer to her room. The doors were closed, yet she saw the lock on the door unhinged. Licking her lips, she quickly jogged over to the door - just in time for it to be slammed open in her face. In came the raging bull Viserys, pulling along behind him by her hair. "Daenerys!"

The girl he dragged along was a friend of Daenerys' - well, really, she was just a servant that she befriended, but still! She cried aloud and grasped at his strong hands in a feeble attempt to untangle them from her hair. "Viserys!" Daenerys cried out with a gasp to go along with it. With a strong flick of his arm, he sent the woman flailing to the floor hard, leaving her to silently weep beside herself. Looking over her shoulder, Dany beckoned her other hand-maiden to to help the other up. "Heloise, please take her away."

Swallowing thickly, Daenerys looked back at her brother. "Why did you hit her?!" Taking an ever so small step towards him.

"How many times do I have to tell you, you do NOT command me!" Viserys seethed, his angry fire within him grew immensely. Oh how he just wanted to hit someone to ease this itch he had!

"I wasn't commanding you, I just wanted to invite you to supper tonight." It was then her tone turned into a plead, because she saw that look in his eyes - he would do anything to quell his rage at this point. Scared beyond belief, she took a step back. It had been a few months since the announcement of her pregnancy, her motherly instincts had kicked in pretty well, and at this moment, she was scared for her child's life.

Turning his head in an angry whip, he noticed something on the dresser. "And what's this?!" He picked it up fiercely and gave it a once over.

"I had them made for you-"

"These robes?! You're going to dress me now!?"

"Please-" The robes he held in his hand interrupted her as they were whipped in her direction, along with a heavy piece of fine jewellery.

"Next I guess you're going to dress me in a ridiculous helm!?" He spat, walking right up into her personal space. His eyes burned with anger and hate towards his little sister, how did she turn out to be an incompetent little slut?!

Her face contorted into on of disgust. "You have no right to a helm, you've won no battles!" Feeling personally insulted, her courage boosted through the roof, not to mention those motherly instincts that were currently working their magic. Besides that, she loved the helms here in Asgard, they were wonderful!

"You do not talk back to me!" He spat almost silently, raising his opened palm and slapping his sister right across the face. Daenerys was sent flying across the room and onto the floor with a yelp of pain when she landed. Pouncing right on top of her, Viserys' flame ignited into a wildfire. He took a deep breath in through in nostrils and held down her flailing body. "You slut! You've woken the dragon!"

Daenerys tried, she really did try to reach down and protect the small swell of life, but her brother grabbed her wrists - he was just simply stronger than she was. Her heart skipped multiple beats - it ran a mile a minute when he continued to beat her down, not once giving what he was doing to his pregnant sister a second thought, because he simply didn't care. Oh please, God's! Let my child be safe!

Then a switch flicked on inside of her brain - something she never felt before. I am the blood of the dragon. She repeated in her head for a moment before turning her head, something gold caught her eye. Quickly wriggling her wrist free from his hold, she wrapped her delicate fingers on the heavy jewellery he had flung at her earlier and BAM. She swung it as hard as she could at his temple and scrambled out from underneath him, quickly smoothing out her dress.

His violet eyes were wide with absolute shock as he stared up at her - and she looked menacing! Terrifying even! He'd never seen her in such a state!

"I am the wife of the great God of Mischief, and I carry his child within me. The next time you raise a hand to me, will be the last time you have hands!" Daenerys growled, her face was now glowing with rage and protectiveness.

In a shocked state, Viserys rose to his feet and promptly left her room in a scared state, looking like a dog with it's tail between his legs.

Letting out a distressed sigh, Daenerys let the tears well up in her eyes as she took a seat at the end of her bed. She scared herself - not Viserys, but what she did just a few moments terrified her beyond belief! Rubbing the small bump on her abdomen, she let the few tears roll down her cheeks. I hope you're alright me sweet... Please tell me you are alright.. As if right on cue, AND for the first time, she felt a movement. A very small, but noticeable movement.

Daenerys gasped and a wide grin spread on her face. It was to her, simply unexplainable - the first real connection between her and the child within her. Enveloped in an amazed/loving atmosphere, she stroked the swell with the uttermost caution yet she wanted to let it know she was there and well. "You're real." She whispered soothingly, the corners of her lips curling upwards yet again. "You're really there. I'm sorry if he hurt you, I'm so sorry. But I promise he will not lay a hand on me or you again." Because if he does I will make sure he will be hurt back.

Feeling another small nudge from within like an answer to it's mothers words, the smile resided on her lips until she heard footsteps ringing out through the vast expanse of hallway that lead up to her bedroom. Viserys. In a quick flash, she hoped down onto her feet with her arms protecting her stomach. I am the blood of the the dragon, he cannot hurt me. Fire does not run through his veins - I am the last dragon. The footsteps drew closer to the door of the bedroom and her heart raced a mile a minute. Seconds seemed like hours while she stood waiting to fend off another attack from her brother.

Click. The doors handle turned sideways and slowly the door opened a crack and light poured through. I am the blood of the dragon. Fingers curled around the edge of the door and a body entered the room carefully.

"Daenerys?" She heard a familiar voice sound out through the empty room and she immediately felt better - safer. Letting out a sigh, she quickly sat back down on the edge of the bed. I'm safe for another day.

"You look quite shaken." Loki examined her carefully, he knew something was wrong. The first thing he saw was that she looked remarkable paler than usual, which was a sign of fear in most mortals. Next thing was she wasn't and didn't look him in the eyes once - there was something she was trying to hide form him, obviously. His eyes darted around the room for anything else suspicious that would help the evidence he had already collected and spotted a few garments laying on the floor, along with a piece of jewellery. He raised a brow and knew something bad happened.

"Just a run in with my brother is all." She told him almost hesitantly, slightly fearing what he would say if he found out she couldn't do anything about Viserys beating her. Loki however, wanted to keep prying the situation.

"A run in? Of what type may I ask?" Entwining his hands behind his back, Loki stepped closer to their bed and in front of Daenerys where she sat. Although this was the first time he had ever seen her in such a distressed state, he absolutely hated the sight.

Letting out a shaky sigh, Daenerys answered his question. "He laid his hands on me - but I know our child is fine, because I felt it move for the first time."

Loki's eyes narrowed and his brows furrowed. He could feel his anger boil beneath his skin and his temperature rose. He could feel the streams of dark magic within him fizzle at his fingertips - absolutely begging to bring the demise to somebody that deserved. Licking his lips, he took a few steps closer to the bed and took a seat beside her, as he told himself to steady his changed heavy breathing. "I... Will make sure he pays accordingly."

Nodding slowly, Daenerys continued to stroke her stomach lovingly. She had a feeling way back in the crevices of her mind that Viserys was truly going to regret ever laying a hand on the wife of Loki.

...

Only a few days after Daenerys' run in with her brother, Frigga planned and executed the ceremony to celebrate the coming new addition to the royal family. In other words, a great big baby-shower (though it was for everybody, not just females). Clapping her hands, Frigga's eyes sparkled when she saw the great big festivities hall decorated with everything she wanted and in all the right places. "Oh Odin, don't you just love parties?" She smiled a great big toothy smile when she made her way over to her husband, placing her hands within his.

The man chuckled at his wife's excitement of such little things. "I believe it is you that loves these parties."

On the other side of the room Daenerys sat with her two closest friends and hand-maidens, Heloise and Gytha. It seemed that when you put these three together gossip usually ensued - but that's what young women did in Asgard. Loki, on the exact opposite side of the large hall stood alongside his brother and Fandral talking about God's know what. Perhaps recent outings?

"Oh Daenerys, you are so lucky." Heloise gushed with a sweet smile on her lips as she rubbed Daenerys' baby bump. "So lucky to have a man and an impending family. I can only hope the same will happen to me."

The entire night was going oh so well, the food was delicious, the guests were entertained, until the large doors swung open wildly. A white haired man came stumbling in like a goofy moron, his feet seeming like they weren't working very well. He's drunk, I can see that clearly. Giggling like an idiot, he stumbled in further to the event - even though he was certainly not invited, that Loki made sure of.

And when Loki saw that hopeless mortal blunder into his families event, he could feel his anger boil over once again.

"Where is she..." The man grumbled as he looked around the large room with his blurred violet eyes, fingering the hilt of his sword as he did. "Where is my sister!?" He roared with a slightly goofy tone, whipping his head around in every direction to try and get a glimpse of the younger Targaryen. Most of the events guests just turned their heads away and scoffed, thinking they didn't need another drunk idiot.

"Ah! There you are!" Viserys cried with joy as he stomped over to her, still fiercely gripping the heated handle of his sword. When he arrived in front of her she promptly rose to face him, standing as stiff and hard as a gargoyle. His nostrils flared angrily as he stared at her for a brief moment, digging his nails into his sword tightly. "I want my crown Daenerys! I want that army or I am taking you back!"

Jorah, fearing things might escalate into something more than just a screaming match, hurried over to Viserys' side. "Calm down Viserys." Jorah warned the man quietly, placing his gloved hand atop the angry man's shoulder. Jorah's cloudy blue eyes scanned the guests - some were paying attention, but the God's paid close attention to the bout with narrowed eyes. His eyes met a pair of dark green eyes that stared at the trio coldly - Jorah could only imagine what the Prince was thinking.

Viserys, however, had different plans. Whipping around to face the Mormont, Viserys unsheathed his sword and pointed it at Jorah threateningly. "Don't you touch me!" He advised, his words laced with fury. But what scared Jorah the most was that Viserys was being serious about all these threats. Letting his sword drag along Jorah's jaw line, Viserys scanned him once before spinning on his heels to confront the woman. The shining tip of his sword was slowly placed on the delicate swell on Daenerys' abdomen, resting there while Viserys stared down upon her.

At this point, all the party guests had shut their lids and listened in on the fight - not one fork or spoon was lifted off their plates, nor a sip of mead was taken.

"I. Want. My. Crown. Daenerys, it was promised to me!" He spat, his eyes were as wild as a wild animal and just about as dangerous as a live dragon. He was livid with his actions and words and his hair was disheveled. "Or I'll take you back! - I'll even cut that baby out and leave it for him!"

Gulping, Daenerys quickly back down from the man. She was shaking in her skin - even her bones trembled with fear for the man. If she said one thing, she knew, that it would be adding fuel to the fire - he would and could cut her child out from inside of her. Please Viserys, don't do this. They'll have you killed if you continue. She thought, hoping he would see the despair in her eyes and put his sword away. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw something she didn't want to see in this particular moment. Loki was stepping forward to the scene with a dark aura emanating from him, she could really see the anger from within him. You've done it Viserys, you've really done it.

When Loki stood in front of the three, he breathed in deeply from his nose, strangely feeling the need to cool himself down. He watched as Jorah backed away to Daenerys' side - Loki could see the knowing in his eyes - knowing Viserys would meet his fate on this night. He even watched as Daenerys' eyes glazed over as she too got the hint that something awful was bound to happen, wrapping her arms around her pregnant belly carefully.

"Oh, you'll have your crown, I promise you that." Loki informed him with a little façade - he even changed the tone in his voice, because if he used his menacing tone, Viserys would run for the hills. Crossing his arms over his chest, Loki raised a brow at the man.

A toothy smile now replaced the ugly frown that once resided there, and a chuckle was emitted. Placing his sword back into his holster, he began to speak to the three. "W-well that's all I wanted." He stated simply with a sheepish smile, licking his lips somewhat nervously. He shrugged and turned away to make his departure only to face two rather large, scary guards looking down at him. Whipping his attention over his shoulder to look at his brother-in-law, he saw the God nod silently at the guards with a sinister look in his mischievous eyes.

"Daenerys, look away.." Jorah whispered to the Princess, bending his knees to better get his voice to her.

"No." She whispered, her eyes trained to the guards that took hold of her brothers arms. Rubbing her belly, she did not blink. Her heart rate stayed the same and she did not gulp down her fear. His scared violet eyes met with hers.

"Dany! Dany please!" He screamed at her, absolutely begging for forgiveness. The guards brought both of his arms to their knees and SNAP. Both of his arms were now broken on the inside, leaving him quite defenceless against the powerful God before him. The blood left his face, leaving him pale as a brand new piece of parchment paper and matched the shade of his hair. "No!"

As if he could care less, Loki simply made a small wave of his hand which seemed to do nothing, well, only the people that didn't know him would think as much. But the people who did know the God of Mischief, simply raised a brow and thought 'oh, what does he have up his sleeve now?' A scream erupted from Viserys' parted lips as he began to feel something that eyes could not yet see - something inside of his head was melting his brain, he was sure of it! But if you looked closer you could see a molten golden liquid beginning to seep through the pores of his scalp, and soon, most of his head was encased in the hardening liquid.

His screams ceased and he took his last, raspy breath for hair, his violet eyes rolling up to the back of his skull. The guards let go of the man's arms and Viserys' dead body failed to the hard marble beneath him. Clank! The gold had melted around the Targaryen male's head and formed a makeshift crown, clunking right on the floor coolly.

Briskly turning on his heels, Loki faced his unshaken wife and walked towards her, really acting as if he had not murdered his brother-in-law. As Daenerys opened her arms to welcome him back to her, he pulled her body close to his - only feeling a mild pang of guilt that he had just made her the last Targaryen. Closing her eyes, Daenerys rested her head upon the cool golden metal chest plate on her husband's chest and wrapped her arms around him.

The Asgardians, however, loved a show. A large group of spectators made their way over to the dead body of Viserys Targaryen, pointing and whispering about him - such a shame, one said, the dragon is dead.

Upon hearing this, Daenerys scoffed inwardly and buried her face deeper to Loki. He was not the dragon... Fire does not kill a dragon.

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AN: Yay! Good night Viserys!

Disclaimer: I don't own THOR or GOT.