Good Morning Sweet Princess

It was usually a rare occasion when Princess Daenerys actually admired her appearance - she was used to the constant insults thrown her way when she grew up, so she had a low self esteem to start off with. But these were new days, as if she'd been reborn into a new person, feeling different not only inside but outside. She slowly stroked the large swell of her abdomen, admiring the perfectly healthy glow it gave off. Her child was growing healthy and strong - getting reassurance from Loki that their child was developing well.

Though she had to scold him when he grew curious of their child's gender, ever since he had mentioned that he could tell the sex ever since she was four months along. Dany promptly shook her head, insisting that their child would remain a surprise until the day she finally birthed it. She could only hope he told the truth that he understood it was a surprise, and that he would not ruin it for himself.

"Hello there my child." Daenerys cooed gently to her stomach, rubbing it lovingly to rouse the little life within her. On cue, the foetus reacted to it's mothers voice and touch and shifted it's position. "Are you ready to come out yet?" She grinned happily as she reached over to peel the hot blanket off her legs. "I want to meet you."

"As would I." She heard Loki comment from his place on the other side of their bedroom, arranging his freshly shined armour out in front of him on the white marble table, looking over his shoulder to gaze over at her. "You look as if you are going to pop."

Daenerys laughed. "I feel as if I am going to pop." She replied, letting her hand rest upon her bump delicately. "And the little one has begun to grow restless. I think it's a sign."

She watched as he raised a brow and look back to his precious metals. "Have you chosen a name then? I want you to name it."

"Me?" She questioned with a worried smile and a slightly furrowed brow. "I would have to abide by my family traditional naming system. Name's in my family usually ended with an 'erys', have an 'ae' somewhere in the middle of the name, and if not either, they can begin with an 'rh'."

Loki turned around and leaned against the table where he kept his armour. "That's fine." Daenerys received a small nudge from the child, as if it was greeting it's father from the sound of his voice. She smiled and beckoned him over with a small wave of his hand. In a few strides, Loki had made his way over to their bed and took a seat on his side of the bed, looking down at her silently.

She closed her eyes to focus - to really really focus on the best name she could come up with. This was a name for her child! It would be stuck with it for the many years to come. Tapping her chin, she looked up at him. "How about we put all three of the suffixes together to make a daughter's name, Rhaenerys - and Rhaego if it's a boy - in honor of my eldest brother, Rhaegar." Her stomach turned to knots, not because of the baby, but would he actually like those names? They weren't like any names she had ever seen in Asgard, and certainly didn't take to Loki's heritage.

She watched him blink, his face not giving any of his thoughts away - but what was she thinking, she could never tell what he was thinking anyways. "Those are lovely names." He finally concluded with a smile directed at her.

"Then we have names!" Daenerys sighed a happy sigh with a smile, inching her way closer to him to rest her head upon his unarmored chest.

...

"Daenerys, there's a place I must take you." Loki had announced as he took a step into the large library of the castle, where Daenerys now spent a huge lot of her time with a book in her hand. He smiled when she looked up at him in surprise, a raised brow and parted lips. He had to admit she looked positively adorable with that expression.

Making sure the worn red bookmark was in place in between the dusty old pages of the book, she gently closed the book and set it down on the table beside the chair she sat upon. "Oh? Where is it?" Curling her fingers around the armrest of the chair, she carefully stood up to her feet, making sure not to hit her eight-month protruding belly on anything. Waddling over to where Loki was standing, she felt him place his hand on the small of her back.

"That would ruin the surprise, Daenerys." He told her with a smug grin on his face - for that was the same thing she had told him when I wanted to know the gender of his child. His grin grew when he saw her roll her eyes at him - pregnant women and their hormones.

"Alright." She told him quietly as he began to lead her out of the library and towards the large doors on the west side of the castle. Opening the large doors to the large castle, her most favorite place in all the nine realms - yet this is not where he was taking her. "But I've been to the gardens before." She informed him a matter-of-factly as she crossed her arms over her chest, still following right behind him.

"The garden is not what I am actually bringing you to." Loki told her, still walking through the large beautiful gardens that were in full bloom at the moment - it looked so colorful, every shade of every color seemed to be present in the flower beds beside the gravel walkway.

Running her fingers through the blue river of silk of her dress, she picked up the ends that were dragging along the ground and remained a respectful pace behind Loki - her legs were just not long enough to keep up with him! That, and that she was hauling around a big pregnant belly. What could he possibly be showing me? I've seen all there is it see. Her brows furrowed when she made out a figure beyond the large blossomed trees - Odin stood beside his wife speaking in the tongue of the Gods, that's when she saw the long strip of red fabric in the group with his parents, Thor.

When Loki and Daenerys walked past the small patch of large trees, her confusion grew, not to mention worry. Why are they all here... And now staring at me..? Looking over, she noticed a beautiful woman she had not yet - a woman with curly blonde hair tied back off her face. Quickly tugging on Loki's hand, she whipped her head to look at him, her violet eyes large and filled with worry. "Loki, what is going on?" She quickly whispered, her fingers now tightly holding onto his hand.

Loki could only smile and wave off her worried face she had. "There is nothing to worry about." He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

The gorgeous woman stepped forward with a wooden bucket hoisted upon her hip, holding it like a life-line. Her perfectly shaped lips opened and she began to speak. "The All-Father and Queen Frigga have informed me that your time has come." Daenerys raised a curious brow. What time? "They have granted you permission to have a golden apple."

Dany's single brow continued to be raised. "I don't understand, what's a golden apple?"

The woman cocked her head. "Oh, you don't know? My name is Iðunn, I am the Goddess of apples and youth. I'm surprised you haven't heard of my golden apples before..." Her voice was silky smooth, quite a calming voice to hear in such a curious predicament. The woman sunk her hand into her bucket and when it came back out, she was holding a glorious golden apple.

"Daenerys, it is a rare occasion when we allow somebody to take a bite from a golden apple." Odin informed her with a stern face, folding his arms behind his back and taking a step forward. "When one takes a bite from the golden apple - and succeeds, they will gain forever youth, immortality. But that is only if you are kind-spirited and have good intentions. If your soul deceives you, the bite from the golden apple will kill you on the spot. This will prove yourself to the whole nine realms that you are worthy to the spot in our family."

She took a long breath in. I might die today? She laid her hands atop her large belly and thought hurriedly. But if I take a bite - I will gain immortality, and I wouldn't have to age and watch my children and Loki live on without me... Dany raised her gaze to her husband - her eyes screaming 'why would you make me make such a decision'?!

Oh how he just wanted to tell her it was all fine and dandy and that she had nothing to worry about at all - but he wanted her to make this decision on her own. And no, he was not worried that she would be dead on the spot from a single bite of the apple because he had his wife all figured out. She was as pure-hearted as they came, and there weren't many of those people left in the realms, especially not coming from Westeros and Essos. She had no evil bone in her body, but terrifying when her motherly instincts were kicked into gear when she felt threatened.

Daenerys' face turned sour when he did not look like he cared at all that she could be gone within the coming minutes! She reached out and took the apple from Iðunn's outstretched arm and looked at it suspiciously. Rubbing the surface, it was like any apple, she noted. Dany pursed her lips together and her brows furrowed before bringing the fruit closer to her lips. This is it.. Her violet eyes peeked over to look at the many people that stood and watched her intently - she needed to prove them wrong! Absolutely wrong!

Opening her mouth, this is really it, her teeth touched the delicate skin of the fruit. Daenerys took a small bite from the apple and felt a rush of adrenaline and warmth spread throughout herself, quickly swallowing the bite before she lost all feeling of her body.

"I've got her." Loki smiled when he caught his now unconscious wife before she even had the chance to hit the floor. He held her body carefully bridal style, as her head slowly lolled and rested upon his chest. I knew you could do it Daenerys... "Looks like she isn't like her father at all." He announced with a small chuckle, still looking down at her beautiful resting face.

Frigga was the first to make her way over to Loki with a great big smile on her face. "Loki, I'm so happy for you." Standing up on her tippy-toes, she gave her son a kiss on the cheek before patting his shoulder and walking away through the gardens. Thor merely gave him a 'nod' and followed behind his mother.

"I doubted her at first." Odin began to speak from where he stood underneath the tree, taking three steps towards him. "I did not want the likes of the Targaryens having any association with my family and kingdom. I believed today would be the day she died." He spoke gently, looking at his son with a caring look in his eye. "But she proved herself this day and proved that she is different from the ways of her father. I'm proud."

Loki gave his father a curt nod and a broad smile - a broad smile that almost screamed 'I told you so!' He watched Odin leave through the large thicket of the trees and disappear into the crowd of garden guests. He licked his still smiling lips and looked down to the unconscious woman that lay peacefully in his arms. Seeing her alive and well in his arms made his heart swell with loads of love. Leaning down, he placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. "I am so proud of you Daenerys."

...

"He has left for Jotunnheimr with Thor and the Warriors Three, my Princess!" Heloise gasped and took hold of Daenerys' arm with all of her might, helping to hold her upwards instead of flopping down onto the ground. Her bright blue eyes looked to the other hand-maiden holding her other arm with a panicked look. But needless to say, Daenerys was even more panicked than the two women.

"What?!" She gasped, biting down on her lip while she clenched her eyes shut. "Why would he be gone at a time like this?! Aughh!" She threw her head back in complete despair, taking rapid shallow breaths. Dammit Loki! Her two friends hurriedly ushered her to her awaiting bedroom, careful not to let Daenerys lose her footing and trip over the hem of her dress, they could only imagine the trouble they'd be in with the Prince.

Daenerys had never imagined her labor to be this intense - and this excessive! It first started when she was taking a nice, peaceful stroll through the royal gardens, where she could always find that blissful serenity, but when the first wave of contractions hit her, it wasn't so serene anymore.

Helping Daenerys lay atop the silken sheets of her bed, Heloise back up slowly. "I will find the Queen!" Picking up the hem of her pastel orange dress, she dashed her way to the door with her red hair swinging behind her wildly. Her footsteps slowly faded away into nothing, the only thing that was sounded was Daenerys' breathing and occasional pained groan.

"You don't have to worry Princess, the Queen said she had an army of midwives assembled for you!" She patted her friends hand. "They will do you wonders."

A few contractions later, there was finally activity happening in Daenerys' room. Heloise ran back in with her chest raising and falling back down heavily - she had ran all the way to the Queen's chambers in a desperate attempt to get her friend help. Frigga then followed in with around five or six women behind her, all carrying the needed supplies they needed for the birth.

Slowly making her way over, Frigga took a seat beside Daenerys and the bed and clasped her hand within her own. Her hands felt so soft - but all Daenerys could really think about was crushing hands - but she remained centered. "Don't worry my dear Daenerys, the midwives I've gathered are by far the best in all of Asgard!" She smiled ever so sweetly and reached over, tucking a loose strand of silver hair behind her ear. "They will take care of you and your child."

"Thank you." Her voice was raspy at this point, but it was hard trying to hold in all of the pain you were feeling while trying to hold a conversation! Wriggling in closer to the soft sheets and pillows beneath her, Dany took a deep breath. How can women do this? Frigga took it upon herself to get up from the bed and take her leave - not wanting to embarrass her poor daughter-in-law by being in the same room.

Walking back down the hall, Frigga almost jumped for joy. A grandchild! My first grandchild! Oh what a joyous day~! Her little baby boy, Loki, was to become a father! Her smile tugged down into a frown. Where did that silly boy run off to!?

Her face was already coated a thin sheet of sweat by the first push she gave hours after the midwives had arrived, but today just really wasn't her day. But Daenerys still fought through the horrid pains that came with bringing a child into this world - and she only hoped she wouldn't end up like her mother - dead after birth.

Letting out a long, broken breath, her head hit the pillow, her eyes glued to the ceiling above her. Why must this be so hard? Tears began welling up on the sills of her eyelids - what if that really happened?! Dany took another long breath and pushed again, harder than any other push she gave earlier. With said huge push, she gripped the delicate sheets with her fists and let out a cry of pain that everybody in the whole room heard loud and clear.

"Princess, I see that the baby's head is crowning!" The 'head' midwife announced, looking up at looking Daenerys directly in the eyes. "It wont be too much longer!"

With a faint nod, another large breath was taken and another large push was given, her chin pressed against her chest. "Oh God's!" She cried out as she let her head hit the pillow once more, all the while her face was as red as a tomato. I can't do this, I really can't do this...

"The head is out Princess!" The midwife said gently, carefully taking the child's head in the palm of her hand. "Just a few more pushes."

Licking her lips, that was enough determination to get her through the rest. If the head was already out, there was nothing else left, right? Stretching her fingers out and letting her lungs take in another deep breath, Daenerys pushed with all of the left might she had, throwing her head back as she did. Luck was thankfully on her side this fine day, because that push she just gave was enough to pass the child's shoulder, letting the midwife pull the baby out from there. Oh by the God's, I did it! Too tired to crack a smile, she mentally smiled as wide as she could.

Her baby was taken to a table to be cleaned by the second and third midwife after a loud cry was heard - signaling a pair of strong and healthy lungs. While her child was being taken care of, the other two midwives made their way over to Daenerys to make sure she was not bleeding out and to help her pass the placenta.

Faintly turning her head to the side, all Daenerys saw was the Midwives backs. "I want to see my child. Bring it to me."

She watched with a stoic face as the midwife turned around with a broad smile and a bundle of blankets in her arm - her baby wrapped in a red cotton cover. With the uttermost caution, the little bundle was placed from the midwife's arms and into Daenerys' awaiting arms. "It's a girl." The woman whispered and backed away from the two with a caring smile, folding her arms behind her back.

Choked, Daenerys' eyes immediately teared up. "Rhaenerys.." She whispered almost inaudibly, tears now pouring down her cheeks and onto her collarbone, but really, she could care less. The most beautiful child she had ever seen in her eighteen years of life was in her arms, and it was hers! This daughter was her creation, her and Loki's little creation. Her heart swelled five times it's normal amount with love, love and pride and more love! Running the back of her index finger along her daughter's cheek softly, Dany pulled her baby closer to her chest. "The child of my body... I can't believe I made you."

This little girl made Daenerys love her husband even more - if that was possible. Rhaenerys was their flesh and blood, their little girl.

"You were a lot of work.." Daenerys whispered, bringing her lips to her daughter's forehead carefully. "But you were worth it."

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AN: I included the golden apple like I wanted to! :) I really liked itttt, hah.

Disclaimer: I don't own THOR or GOT.