Don't Heed Judgement
It was astonishing how quick it took Daenerys to fall in love with her child. At least she thought it was astonishing - how beautiful the child in her arms was. Little Rhaenerys. The name rung through her mind, growing on her. It suits her so well.. She told herself that her baby looked just like a 'Rhaenerys.'
How did you ever come from me? You are too cute. Daenerys smiled and kissed her daughters forehead, gently stroking the very fine, black strands of hair that sat upon her head. She stared down lovingly at the radiant face of her daughter that slept silently in her mothers arms, her little brows twitching ever so often in her dreams. She had the sweetest little button nose in the middle of her round chubby little face. Her cheeks were blotchy red, and upon those red cheeks, rested her long curled eyelashes. I guess you get it from your father..
Who was still absent, even hours after Rhaenerys was brought into this world. Daenerys didn't know exactly where 'Jutunnhemir' was, or what was of of significance there for Loki to be gone for the most of the day - but he had better have a good reason for it.
The little one stirred in her light sleep, her eyelids clenching before they cracked open a little bit, gazing around the room tiredly. Stretching out her tiny fingers into the warm air, she looked up and glanced at her mother with her tired lilac eyes, a small pout making it's way to her lips. Rhaenerys understood who this woman was from the voice she spoke with. Reaching up to her mothers much large fingers, she gripped them tightly with her little one's. Her little brows furrowed, inspecting these long extensions off her mothers hand curiously but gave up promptly after she realized she didn't care.
With the uttermost caution, Daenerys sat up in her bed, letting the heaps of duvets and silken sheets topple over. Carefully (even though it hurt) Daenerys swung her legs over the side of her bed and slowly scooted off the side, placing her feet down onto the cold marble. Heaving her daughter up into her arms gently and giving her forehead a delicate kiss, she padded over to the large window overlooking the city, hoping her husband would be back soon. "You know your dad is probably off on some big adventure.." She whispered in her daughters ear, snuggling her closer.
Gazing out the window with her tired violet eyes, she spotted the silent bifrost, sitting in all it's glory. The only thing that knew where her husband was - well, Heimdall knew, but she didn't quite like the man much. The large golden sphere scarily empty, not even a light or sound was emitted. Today was supposed to be the day Thor was to be named King of Asgard, and all Daenerys heard was that an attack from the Frost Giants happened, so the brothers, the warriors 3, and lady Sif ventured off to the cold wasteland to gather answers from the race.
And Daenerys didn't like the sound of that - especially if Loki hasn't arrived home yet. And no, she wasn't at all angry with him for missing the birth of their daughter, but it was a special moment she wished would include the both of them. She sighed. What can I do.
Cradling her daughter against her chest protectively, she tore her eyes away from the window - feeling a nervous lump in her throat begin to form. "Do you know how beautiful you are~?" Daenerys smiled and nuzzled her nose against the much smaller nose of her baby, giving her a little kiss along with it. Right when she raised her gaze back towards the window the Bifrost had began spinning and a brilliant bright light appeared. Oh please be him, please be him..
When the light became dim and the contraption ceased spinning, four figures came briskly walking through the entrance. Sif, Volstagg, Fandral, and Hogun all walked down the path of the rainbow bridge, and all four looking rather shaken. Clutching the child closer, Daenerys took a deep breath. No Loki yet.. With her eyes peeled, she leaned closer to the window to try and see anybody inside the large golden sphere. A large form boomed down the rainbow bridge with anger emitting from his entire being - it was the All-Father with clenched fists and furrowed brows. Loki isn't there...! Dany's heart began racing as she thought of the possibility of losing him- leaving her with a newborn in a castle of people she had no ties to. Blinking away the tears, she began to turn away from the window - but saw something rather interesting.
Loki coolly exited the Bifrost, unharmed by the looks of it, but by his facial expression, she saw something was wrong. Licking her lips, she realized something was missing. Where's Thor? Oh what am I thinking, I have to introduce Loki to his daughter.. Turning on her heels, Daenerys practically skipped (though not really) out of her room from pure anticipation - I have a family!
Making her way down the hallway, a smile tugged on her lips. It was no use trying to hide her growing happiness at the moment - because her heart was just overflowing with love! When she finally made her way to the large entrance of the palace, the doors swung open, smashing against the golden walls with a loud Clang! What happened... She thought when Odin stormed inside, the wall sconce's all flickering when he entered, an angry aura following behind him. Frigga rushed over to her husband's side and placed her hands on his shoulders, only to be shoved away from one flick of his wrist. It must have been bad.
The woman picked herself up and continued to rush over to her husband's side in a rush, questioning "Where is Thor?!"
Tearing her eyes away from the couple, she looked back to see Loki slowly make his way in the castle silently, looking quite solemn and sullen. For once the God of Mischief had nothing to say - absolutely nothing. But that did not speak for what went on within his mind.
Watching his parents leave the grand foyer of the castle, Loki took a much needed deep breath. Thor.. His brows furrowed. You are so stupid, getting yourself banished. Rolling his eyes with a slight shake of his head, he turned on his heels and began making his way to the west wing of the castle where he resided - and that's when he saw her.
He saw his wife standing in the doorway to the west wing of the castle, no longer sporting the large pregnant belly, but instead holding a small bundle in her arms protectively. Oh no.. His green eyes widened, quickly walking towards her with an even more shock filled face than before. Taking a sharp breath when he realized she was indeed holding a baby, he looked up at her with slightly pleading eyes. "I'm so sorry.."He peered into her eyes and could only read an understanding vibe from her.
"It's alright." She spoke calmly to him, a genuine smile making it's way to her features. Loki noticed how tired and worn she looked - but he meant no ill feelings towards the observation, only ill feelings towards himself. Daenerys indeed did have bags hanging underneath her eyes, only growing darker with the loss of sleep and energy she experienced. Not only that, but there was a slight tremor her body did once in a while - begging her to sit down for a rest. "As long as you're here now."
Looking down at the sleeping tot in her arms, he realized he was a father now. "This is our daughter." Licking his lips, sucking in a silent breath, and gulping thickly, he mentally cursed himself for being absent for this event - when this beautiful little child was brought into this world. Suddenly his chest felt heavy, a lot more heavier than it was moments ago - perhaps it was the newly made burden, knowing he now had all the responsibilities of a father.
"Do you want to hold her?" She questioned with a raspy voice, but she managed to pull her smile back together. She watched him with caring eyes, watching as he thought about her question for a few moments - a few moments too much for her liking.
"I do, but I don't think-"
"Here." She spoke softly, knowing her little one was on the verge of waking up, and Daenerys was just too tired to want to put her to sleep. Ever so carefully, she placed the tiny bundle in his arms, complimenting herself mentally that she pulled that trick off. She watched happily as Loki stared down at their newborn child, and she wondered if he was thinking the same thoughts when she too first laid eyes on her. Resting her head on his shoulder, she drilled deeper into her thoughts - would he like her? Would he reject her because she is a girl?
Tightening her grip on his arm, she peered up at him. "I would like to go to bed." Hesitantly pulling away from him and looking back up to his green orbs. "I haven't rested since I awoke this morning."
A few moments later, he looked back to his wife with a small little smile on his lips. "Yes, of course."
After she finally managed to lay Rhaenerys into her large golden crib on the other side of their bedroom, Daenerys sighed a happy sigh that she could finally get some long awaited shut eye. Tiredly peeling the heavy dress off herself and changing into a much lighter night gown, she curled her fingers around the edge of the blanket and pulled it up. She dove right into her bed and a wave of fresh/cold air greeted her body, enveloping her in a soothing hug. This is wonderful.
Slowly turning herself around to face Loki's side of the bed, she watched as he too slid into their bed, only half pulling the blanket onto his body. His brows were furrowed - there was something on his mind, she could tell. He didn't once glance at her, not at all, which worried her. Is he angry with me for producing a girl? Before she could question his mood, he beat her to the point.
"How are you feeling?" He turned his head on the pillow and his eyes softened and his brows weren't furrowed any more.
She blinked and gazed upon his face for a second. "I'm incredibly sore everywhere." She smiled with a small chuckle, remembering how much pain she was still in. And everywhere was not an over exaggeration, her loins ached immensely, her legs were ridden with pain shooting through each nerve, her abdomen hurt so bad she didn't dare move it, and even her feet were still as sore as they were when she still carried around her large stomach. She described it as hell.
She immediately noticed the guilty look he had on, but he still smiled at her. "Well, you're alive - and that only means you did a wonderful job."
That's true. Since there was a growing amount of women dying during the birth of their child, or even worse, their child would be born deceased. "Yes, I suppose."
"What do you mean? Of course you did a great job, Daenerys." Oh he knew her and her moods so well, his furrowed brows returning once more.
"It's just... Are you angry that we have a daughter? And not a son?" Daenerys quickly blurted out, covering her mouth quickly afterwards. " I'm not angry, it's just.."
"Daenerys." Loki started with the serious tone she only knew so well, holding her nervous hands to his gently. "It would have been great to have a son, but I do not see anything bad with having a daughter born first. Like you said months ago, if it was a female you would name her your heir to the Iron Throne and to our families riches. So no, I'm not angry we have a daughter."
She nodded silently and carefully moved her way over beside his body, wrapping her right arm over his chest. "I'm glad then." Daenerys whispered ever so silently before closing her eyes for the last time and falling asleep. In her deep, much needed slumber, she didn't notice Loki never once shutting his eyes.
...
Heart beating, fingers clenching the silken sheets, and eyes as wide as dinner plates, Daenerys stumbled back away from the large golden crib that housed her few-days-old daughter. With trembling knees, Daenerys found her feet once again and blundered back over to the tiny bed. Clasping her hand over her mouth with a gasp, she watched as the blue slowly faded away, off Rhaenerys' skin and never showed up again. Blue skin...Blue skin!
"That's not normal, I know it isn't!" Pressing the palm of her hand against her chest firmly, she waited for her heart to return to normal before reaching down into the crib cautiously. Rhaenerys waved her little hands around in the air curiously, finding a lock of her mothers hair and gently tugging at it to get a closer look, but to no prevail, her mother quickly pried it away from her fingers. Daenerys then lifted all articles of clothing that her daughter was wearing to make sure no blue colour remained - and none did!
Daenerys eyes met with her daughters big lilac coloured eyes - eyes that would likely darken with age to match her own. "Oh Rhaenerys.." She whispered gently to the newborn, giving her small forehead a sweet kiss. "You scared me half to death." When she finished changing the little one out of her little adorned night wear, she dressed her in another over-the-top dress the Queen brought over, claiming she never had a daughter to dress up.
Deeming her wear appropriate, Daenerys held her little one close to her chest as she left her bedroom, rubbing her daughter's back soothingly as she did. As soon as she approached the doorway, two guards pushed it open for their Grace, holding it open until Daenerys stepped through and left the castle.
Meanwhile...
"We mustn't lose hope that your father will return to us.." A soft whisper broke through the uneasy silence that hung between the three, catching the curious green eyes of the man that sat across from her. "And your brother."
Loki peered up from his unnerving stare directed at Odin and led it towards his mother - acting as if he had not found out their secret they kept hidden from him. "What hope is there for Thor?" No, he didn't care at all about any false hope his mother was going to shove down his throat because he knew there was none, there could be none. In fact, Thor could be cast down upon Midgard forever for all he cared. But alas, Loki used his famous facade's on his mother so her trust would not stray far.
"There's always a purpose to everything your father does." Frigga stated, reaching her arm up to elongate it over the frame of the golden bed her husband rested in. "Thor may yet find a way home."
The God of Mischief had to restrain himself from the slightest roll of his eyes. Thor was an oaf, he could not find himself out of Midgard that easily.
Standing up from his seat beside his fathers bed, Loki decided he has had enough false hope and pity for his adoptive family for one day. He straightened out his armour before turning on his heels and making his way to the golden exit. Halfway to his getaway, around ten guards and opened the doors to the grand room, stepping aside for the head of the King's Guard. The man drew closer to Loki, and each step presented a new thought in the God's mind.
The man knelt before him, in his hands, was the one and only staff - Odin's staff.
Whirling around calmly, Loki raised a single brow to his mother. "Thor has been banished - the line of succession falls to you. Until Odin awakens, Asgard is yours."
Looking back at the grande staff that was presented to him, he grinned mentally. And when he felt the cool chill of the metal against the palms of his hands, Loki knew everything was falling perfectly into place.
...
"Queen Daenerys." A guard had announced as he and his patrol member stepped outside to the royal gardens. Reaching up with his sweating hand, the man lifted up his golden metal visor. "You have been summoned by the King."
Her brows raised suspiciously. "I'm not the Queen, Queen Frigga is." Daenerys announced with an unsure tone, was this a joke? She took a few steps forward towards the guards while gently rubbing circles on her daughters back.
"Prince Loki has been bestowed the title of King after the line of succession fell to him. You are hereby Queen Regent for the time being." The other guard now announced, mimicking his patrol buddy and pulling his visor up. "If you would follow us, your Grace."
The two guards spun around and stepped down the hallways leading to the Throne room, with a confused woman right behind them.
When the guards stepped aside to resume their place on the outskirts of the room, Daenerys saw fully what the two had meant. Upon that throne sat her Husband with his golden horned helmet and the staff of Kings in his hand. Her once suspicious look upon her face changed, and now a quaint smile rested upon her lips when their eyes met.
"Ah - Daenerys." Loki's voice rang throughout the large room with an echo that followed. "Come here Love."
With a toothy smile, Daenerys began to make her way up the intimidating Throne her husband sat upon, her silken dress flowing behind her. The role of power suits him.
When he pat his lap, she instantly took a seat on him. She didn't want to seem eager - but she was still so tired and sore after having her child, that added with she wishes that she was spending more time in his presence. Adjusting her napping little one close to her chest, she leaned over and rested her head upon the cool metal that resided upon his chest happily.
"Are you happy?" She heard him question her in that silky voice she loved, the voice that made her comfortable in any environment she was in.
She took a moment to answer that question. "I'm not in any position to not be happy, if that's what you're getting at. We have a beautiful healthy newborn daughter, we aren't in any danger, and you've been granted the title of King." She smiled happily with a small charming chuckle. "I love you."
He found it odd that he ever found love in an arranged marriage, especially with a woman as young as Daenerys was. Usually he couldn't stand them, they were just too much to control, plus they were usually overbearing to an unhealthy extent. He was glad he came across such a catch.
Gently running his fingers through her silken silver hair, he placed a kiss on the top of her head. "I love you too."
It was only later on in the day when Rhaenerys began to throw her usual once a day fit. "Hush now little one." Daenerys cooed softly, rocking her little Princess softly in hopes to quell her irritated nerves. "You have no need to cry - I just fed you." But a mothers gentle words would not move this tiny one, who kept bawling her little eyes out with fists waving around in the air.
Dany paid no mind to the faint sound of footsteps that drew closer to her bedroom - probably somebody coming to ask for her daughter to be more quiet! Licking her lips, she kissed her baby's forehead and continued her soothing rocking. It was times like these where she doubted her mothering instincts - she could never get Rhaenerys to hush up!
"Little one, why is it you're crying?" That familiar voice sounded from behind her back and she instantly witnessed the results. That familiar voice caught the full attention of the newborn in her arms, those big lilac eyes peering over her mothers shoulders to see her father appear!
With a loving smile, Loki slid his arms underneath Rhaenerys and brought her to his chest, adoring those beautiful eyes she got from her mother. Said eyes were instantly rid of all negative emotions they once held and were glued to the gleaming golden horns of her fathers helm. She reached up in a feeble attempt to just brush her tiny fingertips against the cold metal, but just earned chuckles from her parents that admired her determination. Letting out a puff of saddened air, she tucked her arm back into her fluffy blanket.
That's when the proud eyes of her parents turned to shocked one's, her mothers especially. Starting from her neck, her usual creamy ivory skin colour began to change - something Daenerys already witnessed.
"I don't know what's happening!" Daenerys panicked, her hands fussing around worriedly, not know what to do when her daughter became this way. She quickly pressed her hand gently to Rhaenerys' face in hopes it would go away - but it didn't, not for another moment. Panicked violet eyes quickly darted to the face of her husband in hopes his knowledge would suffice and could help their daughter.
She was shocked when Loki didn't seem quite to scared to see their daughter turning blue. "I do." He mentioned while he watched as her blue skin seemed to fade away completely. "I learned I am not of Odin and Frigga. King Laufey is my real father."
Dany's brows furrowed, but to Loki's surprise, she did not faint. He had hoped he could keep this a secret from her - since it was not a fact he was proud of.
After a moment of silence, she spoke. "That does not change my love for you." She smiled genuinely in hopes Loki would remove that embarrassed look off his face. "It doesn't change anything." She watched as that frown turned around and formed into an almost invisible smile, but he remained silent. "You are my husband, and my King."
Carefully, she embraced the God, wary of the small child in between them. "My house's past is nothing to proud of.. I would hope I was never judged upon that."
"If Odin or I judged, I don't think we would be standing here right now."
Her smile broadened. "Then think of that when you worry about my judgement." Standing up onto her tippy toes, she placed a small kiss upon his lips.
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AN: Wow I give you guy's permission to kill me. That was really long, I'm really sorry. :C
Disclaimer: I don't own GOT or THOR.