Rebirth

I am ill
After swallowing cups of pride
Inside it paints me
With the bitterness I loathe

Standing alone with clenched fists and tears streaming down her face, Daenerys stood as furious as ever. Her body shook gently with terrified tremors that jumbled her bones, while fury jolted through her every nerve. "Stop this!" She cried for possibly the tenth time since this battle had begun, slapping her hands against the magical barrier that protected her from the line of fire.

When Thor had apparently returned to put Loki in his place, Daenerys caught wind of it almost instantly, quickly begging a servant to watch Rhaenerys so she could have a chance to break up their fight. She picked up her dress and bounded out of her room faster than she ever had before, her chest rising with her panicked breathes. Once she made her way to the exit, the eyes of civilians caused her to look up to one of the castle's towers - where Thor had been thrown violently through the wall.

When she arrived Loki and Thor had been fighting on the rainbow bridge - that's when Loki's eyes laid upon her. "Don't do this!" She yelled out to him, about to step out onto the rainbow bridge, and that's when Loki had set up the magical barrier to protect his wife.

In a quick blink of her eye, Odin had appeared at her side and walked through the barrier with no problem - but he didn't dissolve it for her. It all happened so quick, and the only thing she could see now was Odin, appearing to be holding something from over the side of the rainbow bridge. Where was Thor? Where was Loki?

Tears began to well up in her eyelids at this point. Her bottom lip quivered daintily when she heard her brother-in-law yell Loki's name at the top of his lungs. She watched eagerly as Odin pulled Thor up from the side of the bridge - but Loki was no where to be seen.

Thor looked at her with a sullen pair of eyes, his face unchanged. The barrier dissolved and she gulped thickly, letting the tears roll down her face. Racing over to where the two men stood, she carefully leaned over the side of the bridge in hopes to catch a glimpse of the man she loved. But nothing.

"What have you done?!" Dany stuttered as she whipped her head to the side to pry an answer from the God's. "Where has he gone?!"

"He's done now, Daenerys." Odin answered for her, plain and simple. He watched as she let out a disbelieving sigh of air mixed with a choked out cry. It was to his surprise when a half hearted (though it seemed to him like she meant it) punch hit his cheek.

"One day you're going to be killed, and I promise I'll have a part in it!" Daenerys cried out impatiently, burying her face in her hands before quickly making her way away from the bridge.

Thrusting her back against the heavy swing doors of her bedroom, Daenerys violently rubbed the tears away from her blotchy cheeks. Peeking through the cracks in her fingers, she spotted the servant through her tear filled eyes. "Please leave now." She announced before trudging her way over to the beautifully ornate crib her daughter lay in and scooped her up into her arms protectively.

"Oh Loki..." The words almost never left her trembling lips when realization hit her hard - her husband was gone! As slow as ever, she sat down on Loki's side of their bed then laid down carefully with the child in her arms.

Once Rhaenerys was laid onto her back beside her mother, Dany snuggled into the heavy duvet that was spread wide across their bed - it still smelled of him. She inhaled deeply because she knew this was the last time she would probably get to smell that intoxicating smell she grew to love before servants would change the sheets. As the tears continued to drip down onto the soft linen beneath her, she outstretched her arms over her head and grasped his pillow, pulling it underneath her head.

She felt so alone - she had no one to protect her any more like he would, no one that genuinely cared about her well being, no one to give her love like he did. He was really everything she could have asked for, plus more. He was, in her mind, perfect. Even though she's heard those scandalous things people say about him - how different he was from every other God in Asgard, how he did not fit in with their rules and morals. That was all true - but everything that made him completely different made him better than them.

Her brows furrowed and she came to the conclusion that Thor should have stayed banished in the first place, so her husband would still be here by her side with his arms around her.

The next thing this heart-broken Targaryen knew was that two very large hands had wrapped themselves around her upper arm and pulled her right from her lying position abruptly. As the two men, which she noted were guards, began to drag her away, her scared violet eyes spotted the earlier servant take her place with Rhaenerys. "Where are you taking me?!"

In a miserable attempt to shake off the guards, they only tightened their painful gloved grips. "You have threatened treason against our King." One had threatened sternly, both pairs of eyes looks straight down the hallway. "You will be punished."

"But I've just lost my husband, how do you think I'd react?!" She spat, mustering up all her raging emotions to try and make a plea to these brainwashed guards. Not only were they brainwashed by Odin, they had absolutely no hearts at all! What if they lost their wives, then were being dragged off to be punished for a mistake made in anger?

"Treason is dealt with the uttermost seriousness."

Before she knew it, she was on display for the whole Throne Room to see. All the eyes - the judging, hating eyes were raining down upon her with furrowed brows thinking 'what a scandalous family.' They'd pull their embroidered shawls closed and turn their backs to the silver haired woman, raising up their noses in a snobbish manner.

Odin's face was dark when he stared down upon his daughter-in-law, his single eye showing absolutely no emotion towards her. Frigga, however; stared down at Daenerys with a deep scowl that showed off the few gentle wrinkles that lined her face. Dany merely shook her head at such disrespect - if Odin had fallen into the abyss of space she would have done the same!

"Daenerys Stormborn.. Of House Targaryen." A man stepped out from the small cluster of noblemen that held straight faces. "You have committed crimes against Asgard and the King. These crimes are punishable by death." Daenerys' nose wrinkled.

"We, the Jury of Asgard, have found you guilty of your crimes. We cannot take any chances with the daughter of Aerys II.. Jury member four."

Another man emerged from the crowd with an equally stoic face, his hands entwined over his navy blue robe he wore. "I have decided." He announced with an almost smug look upon his chubby face, his eyes glancing up to the All-Father, hoping he would notice. He looked back at the woman standing alone before him. "Death by fire."

The growing crowd cheered to themselves with happy smiles upon their faces - they would have a divine show tonight! While they gossiped and giggled, Daenerys cried to herself silently, her head bowed low so they may not have the satisfaction of seeing those tears. They are just looking for a reason to rid of me!

"What of my daughter?!" It finally erupted from within her when her tears stopped appearing, her usual violet eyes fiercely glaring up at the King. Surely Frigga would not let any harm come to her grandchild!

Frigga stepped forward, her face unchanging even though she was battling hell within herself for this. "She will be passed on to a family that cannot have a child of their own." She swallowed her pride as a mother and stepped back to her husbands side, fighting the strong tears that fought to pass her eyelids.

"You will be allotted a few hours with your daughter." Another man had announced before the guards let go of Daenerys' arms.

...

Daenerys re-entered her bedroom a new woman. She was still, perhaps, a broken hearted mess on the inside, but she had a plan.

Scooping up the child that stared up at her mother with bright lilac eyes, Daenerys sat back on Loki's side of the bed and placed many kisses upon her forehead. The entirety of the time she kissed and cuddled and showered her princess with love, her eyes glanced at the three eggs that sat so gallantly in the chest against the wall.

They were catching her attention more and more each second - just begging to be taken out of the chest as they shone underneath the dim light of the flickering wall sconce. Taking a deep breath, she tore her eyes away from them and cuddled her daughter for her and for Loki - knowing she was almost about to lose both her parents in the span of a day.

"Your daddy and I love you, Rhaenerys. We love you sooo much." She whispered, gently stroking her daughters tiny little head, adorned with fine black hair she got from Loki. She just looked up at her mother with eyes full of blissful innocence while she slowly grasped at the soft blanket wrapped around her body, gracing her mother with newborn love.

Gently swinging her legs over the side of their bed, she hesitantly laid her feet upon the cold marble flooring - that crib staring her down every time she took a step towards it. "You're not going to see me for a little while..." She whispered to her tot as gently as she could, as if she hoped Rhaenerys would not hear her so she would not understand why her mother was currently placing her down into her crib.

Staring up at her mummy with her brows furrowed a little, she unclasped her blanket and lazily reached up to the woman with stretched out little fingers. All she wanted to know was why her mummy was putting her in her crib when she clearly wasn't tired - and she was hungry! Rhaenerys sucked in her lip that began quivering and outstretched her other arm, frantically waving them around to catch her mothers attention. She heard the words 'I love you' escape her mothers lips before the woman stepped away from her line of sight.

Slapping her tiny little hands down upon her blankets with all her mighty newborn strength, she let out the loudest wail she could muster to get her mummy to reappear before her to give her love and attention and to be fed - another wail cracked through the serenity of the room.

Her heart ached immensely but if she stayed with her perfect little bundle any longer than she'd explode with tears and unneeded emotions. She emotionally saddled up and looked to the pair of guards standing in her doorway. "Carry that chest for me." She commanded them, pointing to the chest that held her beloved stone eggs. "If it's the last thing I get, you could do that much for me."

The two men looked at each other with a none caring shrug and marched over towards Dany's box, each taking a side and heaving the chest up. "Lead the way."

She paid little attention to the servant that entered the room to care for the little Princess because jealously burned within her - it was her job to take care for her young, not for these worthless servants to be mothering your child! The walk down the hallway seemed like time itself had slowed down - she wasn't even sure of her theory would come to fruition! She could have been walking into certain death whilst thinking she could get through this. Her nose crinkled at the thought. I could actually die today.

When she spotted Jorah looking at her with saddened eyes she thought for a millisecond that her pan was all for nothing, that there wasn't any hope that she would survive this atrocious burning, that she should have just fled the city with her daughter while she had the chance. "Are you sure about this..." He whispered as she passed by, his brows knitted together in concern for his Queen.

"I'm not." She told him sternly before the guards ushered her over to the center of the city square, where a large wooden contraption sat with a menacing aura hanging around it. She gulped and stepped towards her large chest even though Jorah's worried glare pierced her hope in the plan she had. I am the blood of the dragon - I will live through this and avenge Loki's death.

"I need help carrying my third egg." She ordered the two guards with her head held high - she was going to be put out looking like she was upset. Cradling the two eggs in her arms, her face contorted into a confused one when the guards merely stared at her with puzzled eyes.

Stepping forward and staring at the last cream colored egg, the guard broke the silence. "Princess, what do you think will come of this to bring these eggs to the pyre with you?"

She looked at him with a dark, clouded expression upon her usually serene features. "I am still your Princess, as you called me, so if I want to be put to rest with my wedding gifts, then that is what will happen to me." Turning away from the men briskly, Daenerys promenaded towards the doused pyre that stood menacingly with a crowd of anxious bystanders. Though if she were to die today, she thought, at least she could be with Loki in the After World.

As unnerving and degrading this ritual was, Daenerys Stormborn stood with an odd sense of pride flowing through her veins when she took her place standing in the middle of the pyre with her eggs at her feet. Even as the guards tied the itchy rope around her shoulders, binding her to the plank of wood her back was against. Loki made her prideful - even as she mourned his passing, pride surged through her just knowing the fact that she was married to him, something these people clearly did not respect. I am the wife of the great Loki.

She smiled to herself, though to others it came across as a crazy woman anxiously awaiting her public burning. Even the questionable face of the All-Father stared down at his daughter-in-law, not quite understanding her faulty expressions she gave off. He huffed to himself, reminding his curious thoughts that she was to be burned soon enough.

Her violet eyes met his single stoic eye and they shared a tense stare down - as the longest seconds of her life passed, her grin grew wider as the man continued to stare at her in shock that she was not on her knees crying over her misguided soul that would be vanished to Helheimr. It was no effort to give this man the sweetest smile she could muster before a robed man stood before the pyre, reading an old in in his old Asgardian tongue - it was their rights to the after life.

As the robed man raised his right arm, thoughts clouded the woman's mind, thoughts of her family. Not just her family, but her relatives, her ancestors - was she going to see their withering souls in Helheimr if she ended up burning to death this day? Was Loki in Helheimr or was he allowed entry to Valhalla? The mans fingers snapped and the doused pyre lit up, the last thing her eyes saw was the smug face of the All-Father.

...

The beautiful round moon creeped it's way through the blanket of stars and darkness, settling in on the middle of the sky up above the man behind the tree. However, the illuminated streets were the least of his worries, what worried him, was the large ash pile in the middle of the city center. A still rather large plume of black smoke slowly arose from the burned down pyre, which still sent chills down the mans spine - and his hope was slowly swindling as the center stayed eerily silent.

Licking his lips, Jorah straightened his back against the rough bark of the tree, the soft crunching of the guards boots passed by his small mound of earth beside a linen shop.

"Let's check the mess." A guard whispered to his patrol buddy as the two sauntered over to ash pile.

"Mmm." The other grunted as they entered a meters radius of the black eyesore, both men immediately raising their armor clad hands to cough into them, the thick smoke piercing their lungs. Still, they pressed forward to inspect the damage - which Jorah could not have.

The Mormont rounded around the tree just in time for a loud ear shattering screech to break the eerie silence - which was another thing Jorah did not need whilst doing this self administered mission. "What was that?!" The guard stuttered as both men scrambled backwards, their hearts stopping for a long moment.

"I don't know!" The other cried as he looked at his friend in disbelief - all the while Jorah made his way through the center of town, unseen by the two. The loud screech cracked once more - and that's when the man struck. Jorah's blade went through the mans back as smooth as butter, the guards life ending with a prolonged grunt then sliding to the earth beneath him.

The widowed guard raised his greatsword to the air and flung it down as hard as he could, Jorah just barely missing the strike. Stepping to the side quickly, Jorah's sword clashed with the mans greater steel, both men nearly unable to resist the others power.

While the men fought, neither noticed the head of silver that stood from the pile of rubble, stark naked, and looking unharmed. Although ash covered about ninety five percent of her body, no burn of any degree could be spotted on her skin. The only thing that touched her skin was four sets of claws that belonged to two winged creatures.

Three beautiful creatures were given life this day - the day their mother was sent to die. Daenerys thought that was so fitting.

She tapped her green dragons head gently with her index finger when it nudged her neck for attention, the corners of her lips slowly curling upwards happily. When a low exasperated cry filled the air, her attention was now drawn to the two bodies that lay in a heap - killed by Jorah's blood stained blade. Her eyes met his and she saw a widespread range of emotion they conveyed, his brows know knitted together while he liked his lips.

"Daenerys..." He whispered, almost in shock that his liege stood before him without a single scratch or scar dotting her skin. All he could think about was Viserys at this point - he proclaimed his blood had the ancient blood of the dragons, yet here Daenerys stood, with that very blood flowing through her veins. Diving his fingers down to the belt loop of his trousers, he tugged gently at the silken dress he knotted there just in case she were to survive this, and held it before her. "Did you know you would survive this?"

Quickly stepping into the watery like dress, she adjusted the straps on her shoulders before looking upon his curious face again. "I had a feeling.. Even before Viserys died." Reaching behind her back with a wince, she placed her hand on the small of her back gently, stretching her spine out that was followed by a relieved sigh. Had she known she'd be trapped in there until the dark hours, she would have picked a better position to sit in.

As the two both stared at the scaled creatures that whimpered for their mothers attention - a man approached them. "Daenerys, Ser Jorah." His voice sent chills through the two's spines - had they been caught?! Were they to be brought before the All-Father once more?

Daenerys' head snapped to the side, her violet eyes grew to the size of dinner plates, and a sharp intake of air was taken into her lungs. He raised his brows high upon his forehead while he spread his arm out for them. "If you would follow me."

Her brows quickly met in the middle and her bare feet rushed her over to the portly mans side, inspecting him once over to make sure her suspicions were right. "You.." She whispered, partly unsure of her actions. "Were the one who chose my punishment. How did you know...?" She knew it could have been pieced together quite easily for any other person - but only a select few in her dynasty ever got the dragon blood, he could have been so wrong about his punishment.

He chuckled and looked at her over his shoulder as the three continued to walk down the empty cobble streets. "I just knew, Daenerys Stormborn. Now please, we only have a small window of opportunity to get us to point B."

"I want my daughter." Her tone was now stern with the man that didn't seem so adamant about getting the woman's child back. "I will not follow you until I have my daughter back with me."

The man frantically waved his chubby little fingers around. "Where do you think point B is?" He hushed her and turned a corner sharply, eyeing the two guards that were approaching down the street, unknowing two of their own were killed this evening. He continued to waddle through the streets, crossing his arms into the large sleeves of his robe. Daenerys and Jorah still hesitantly followed the man until he stopped in front of a decorated door.

"We are here." He announced rather proudly, swiveling on his heels to face his door and pressed his hands against the doors - pushing them open. They were greeted with a woosh of warm fireplace heat, which to Dany, wasn't all that refreshing. She had enough heat for one night.

Walking in, Daenerys' eyes never left the man. "I want to see her right now."

The man merely looked over at the large staircase at the end of the hall, where a pair of woman's feet now appeared. Slowly, the woman came into full view, striding down the hallways with a little bundle cradled in her arms. "Here. She whispered to the anxious silver haired woman before her, extending her arms to her and placing the little tot into her arms.

"Oh hello.." Dany smiled and pressed her lips to her daughters forehead, earning a small happy sigh from the little one that warmed Daenerys' heart. There was nothing more fulfilling than her child's laughter. "I'm here." Rocking the surprised Rhaenerys, she lifted her eyes up to the man. "Why have you done this?"

"Well, I would hope that when you return to Asgard with an army, you would remember who has helped you."

"How are you so sure we would make it out alive?" Jorah piped up with a single raised brow, fingering the hilt of his sword.

The man smiled at them with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I am a powerful man. I have connections threaded through this city - and I have spoken with such connections. I've skillfully arranged a ride to the outskirts of the city, towards the docking area, a ship would be awaiting you arrival there."

Jorah was sold. Said man turned his head to get an opinion from his liege, licking his dried lips absentmindedly.

She closed her eyes - thinking maybe if she did so it would help her have a clear mind for such decisions. This place was no home for her anymore, it never was her 'home.' She did not belong there, even when Loki was there to stick up for her name, but without him, she was nothing within the confinements of that castle. She could not stay there, she could not stay within the city secretly. No, there was no way she could stay here an longer. She wanted to go back to the Big House, with the large red doors and the lemon tree that stood gallantly outside her window.

"Jorah, where would we go?"

She watched as he cocked his head both ways as he thought about that question. "Depends on where that ship will be docking."

"It will be docking in Qarth." He turned and saw his wife returning to their little group with a handful of clothes. "My wife has fetched you some more appropriate clothing - we wouldn't want you sticking out like a sore thumb, especially with that hair of yours. As for those dragons... I have cages just fitting for them."

Daenerys stared at Jorah for a moment longer. "We will get on that ride."

AN: Next chapter! Song in the beginning is 'Buffalo' by Alt J.

Disclaimer: I don't own THOR or GOT.