The Grand Deal

Spare me your judgements and spare me your dreams
Cause recently mine have been tearing my seams
I sit alone in this winter clarity which clouds my mind
Alone in the wind and the rain you left me
It's getting dark darling, too dark to see
And I'm on my knees, and your faith in shreds, it seems

It had been thirty seven days, eight hours, forty six minutes, and twelve seconds. Thirty seven days, eight hours, forty six minutes, and thirteen seconds since Loki had let go of Thor's weapon, Mjolnir. Still, he fell through space. Endless, endless space. Endless nothing, black, a dark shadow clouding his eyes. A glimpse of a far away nebula would come and go - but they were still too far away.

No blood magic, black magic, or soul magic could get him out of this predicament, unfortunately.

The God had no idea when this falling would come to an end - if it did at all. Space was a large place which never stopped expanding, which led to his little shreds of hope to wither away.

It was serene, to say the least. He was not used to this serene atmosphere - no hustle and bustle of the castle that surrounded him constantly, no Thor boasting in his ear. It only made him want to read a large spell book, which with his usual busy schedule he kept was hard for him to do. However, he had no books on his person at the time.

There was some hustle and bustle the man missed, hell, he'd even call it 'good' hustle and bustle. He missed the crying of his daughter - which some parents would scoff at the thought of missing that ear shattering cry, but when you have been away from your child for as long as he has, you'd miss it. He cherished those memories.

Another thought drilled it's way into his brain - what was happening with his child and wife? Were they safe? Were they in harms way? Would they face ultimate punishment for his actions? It worried him so as he clenched his eyelids shut at the repulsive thought.

But if anything did happen to his family, the God would find any way to get revenge. That was something he promised to himself, which was not a regular occurance. He sniffed rather angrily, taking a deep breath where there was no air.

And he continued to fall.

...

Qarth was a fine place. Daenerys found it absolutely beautiful - but nothing compared to Asgard, of course. Yet this city was more homely, the people were not as stuck up as the citizens of Asgard. A thick aroma wavered around the crowded streets of the city smelling highly of spices that were brought in by the ships and sold immediately at the small stores on the sides of the street. However, if you were not in the mood for the heavy whiff of assorted spices, you could travel to the outskirts of the city where the salty smell of the ocean would fill your nostrils. She loved it.

While Daenerys idly strode through the center of the city, Rhaenerys was rested upon her mothers chest with a hand supporting her on her bottom. With her own tiny little hands, she gripped her mothers silken dress to insure herself that she would cling to her mother if she failed to keep her up herself. Her hair was coming in now more than ever, as black as the midnight sky, yet it shone underneath the sunlight. She stood out from her mother, to say the least. And unlike what her mother had thought, her eyes never darkened their color, remaining a brilliant lilac color.

Daenerys looked down to her pride and joy and smiled, even though her weary eyes may have said otherwise. Rhaenerys was up almost all night were her irreversible crying fits she had almost daily - something Loki was usually able to calm down. She took a long deep breath of the thick smell, trying to ease her nerves. Was she a bad mother? Daenerys thought she was at least - she couldn't even put her daughter to sleep properly for God's sake!

Prying her eyes away from the amazingly silent baby she had in her arms, she gazed towards the beautiful setting sun. While she watched it slowly go down, Rhaenerys began to get drowsy, her head swaying slightly to stay alert. "It's time to go back home then." Dany said to her little one as she turned away from the scene and began walking towards the room she acquired in Qarth.

Once she made her way there, her dragons cried for their mother echoed through the room and heads peeped out from their large cages in the corner of her room. "Hello." She greeted them sweetly as she paced through her room to reach the barred crib beneath the window sill, gently laying Rhaenerys on her back. "I'll feed you in a second, Rhaenerys." She smiled as she told her concerned looking child, letting her fingers slowly drag along the metal rod of the crib before pacing her way over to the three cages containing her dragons.

She poked her fingers through the wires of the cages before picking up a dice of fresh meat, placing it down before them. She watched with pride filling her violet eyes as the three happily chewed their meat and swallowed it quickly, before looking back at her with pleading beady eyes. "One piece of meat is enough for one night." She chuckled before petting all three of them lovingly before returning to the child on the verge of tears.

"Now now Rhaenerys, I'm here." Dany gasped playfully before scooping her hands underneath her fragile baby body and pulled her close. Sadness filled her being. All she saw was Loki now. She saw Loki in her daughters face, the face that harbored features of her deceased husband. She licked her lips before snuggling her close and very tightly, making sure Rhaenerys felt the love emitting from her mother, hoping it was enough love to fill the void that was empty from Loki's love.

Kissing the baby's forehead, Daenerys found it time to feed her.

...

No no, he was sure that they were dead. There is no way they would have been kept alive for the treason Loki had committed... Unless Odin had kept Daenerys alive for questioning and demanded Rhaenerys be kept alive as well. Yes, of course, they were certainly alive. Frigga would have definitely made sure of that. Hm, unless Odin talked her way through her opinion on the matter, scaring her into submission. Then his daughter and wife would not be alive at the moment.

Loki's body felt numb. Every nerve had become dull, all of them throughout his body. Yet he felt so much pain. All he knows is what he sees now. He wasn't sure of anything anymore - except for the fact that Odin would pay for his affliction. The God was frigid and dead on the inside that could only be quelled with a wife's loving hug and solid ground.

He angrily rolled his eyes to himself - he thought himself weak now. Could he really not tolerate a simple fall through space? Through nothing? He always spat to himself that he never had peace and quiet, but now he had it, and he had no use for it! Had Daenerys really weakened him? He grew up independent and could take care of himself, where feelings would never hold him back on what he needed to do. Yet now he was plummeting through space wishing he could just lay his eyes upon their faces again, instead of formulating a plan or a seed of hope in his mind.

Crossing his arms over his chest, he closed his eyes to meet the same black scene. These were the things he thought about while he slowly deteriorated through deep space.

...

"Here we go.." Daenerys whispered to herself as she took a much needed seat on a wooden bench that sat underneath a large tree, sitting Rhaenerys down upon the bench beside her, now that Rhaenerys was old enough to hold herself up. Rhaenerys lazily flipped a golden coin between her fingers, ever so often gazing at her reflection on its shiny surface with a timid smile on her face.

As a gesture of love, Rhaenerys happily placed the golden coin in her mothers lap,not fully knowing it was her mothers in the first place. With big hopeful eyes, she stared at her mother in hopes she would notice this gift in her lap. She saw her mothers eyes were no where near the little gift that was in her lap, instead, they were rested upon a man on the other side of a large flowing fountain.

He was a dark skinned man. Daenerys knew who he was, his name was passed around through the women's mouths quite alot in the bazaar of Qarth, he seemed to be quite a popular man. Xaro Xhoan Daxos. His chocolate eyes were fixated on her, never once glancing away. He was a very relentless man, she gave him that. He would try and try and try to woo Daenerys with whatever means necessary. Flowers, offerings of gold, ships, everything. But nothing worked. Hell, she still wore her wedding band and continued to speak as if she was never widowed.

A sly smile worked it's way onto his lips as she looked away from the desperate man, looking down to the toddler than looked at her with anxious eyes. Rhaenerys lifted her hand and tapped the golden coin lightly with her index finger, her eyes were desperate for her mothers attention. Picking up the golden coin, she smiled and turned it in between her fingers. "Thank you Rhaenerys."

The tot smiled brightly and clapped her little hands together, feeling quite accomplished with herself. Squinting her eyes from the suns hurting rays, she glanced to the other side of the bench, spotting a spectacular red leaf that had slowly floated down. It caught her toddler attention, and it gave her drive to go and grasp the little leaf. Throwing her hands upon the bench, she began to crawl her way over to the other side of the bench, where the mysterious leaf lay, just waiting for it's new owner to come and take it.

But then she felt an arm snake around her waist and quickly pull her back to her mothers boring side. How could she do that?! She whipped her head around to glare at her mother, smacking her mothers arms gently in an attempt to get her arms away from her. Daenerys' arm did not budge from her daughters wait - causing even more frustration within the tot. "Hmph."

Yet Rhay was still filled to the brink with determination, reaching over to the leaf with all her might. Her tiny fingers stretched out, nowhere near the shaking leaf. Focusing all her might to get this leaf in her possession, and slowly, the little leaf shook violently before swaying over to graze her fingertips. "Mmm!" She hugged the tiny leaf close to her chest, while Daenerys was left stunned.

...

Clutched in his trembling long fingers, was a grand scepter. With it's sharp turns and gentle curves, the God found it more beautiful than Gungnir itself. Loki's tired, worn out eyes studied every crevice of his own lance and admired it's originality, it was unlike anything he had ever seen. From it's long elegant golden shaft to the sharp silver cuts in the hard metal on the top, then the beautiful glowing orb fixated between the silver metal pieces.

He made a huge promise for this staff. Could you say the God was nervous? Of course. Not only nervous, but still extremely exhausted and his body ached like he had never felt before. Maybe he crossed the line with his deal - could he really provide Thanos with the Tesseract? If he could not pull this off the whole Chitauri army would turn against him... But that glimmer int he scepter said otherwise to the God, giving him reassurance that he could take over the mortals on Midgard.

Loki darkly chuckled to himself, letting his heavy lids fall closed as he let his head fall back tiredly. These puny mortals were not expecting his presence on their forsaken rock, and Loki gave himself the duty of implementing order to them - the right order. The entirety of the human race was to be under Loki's command, and he quite liked the sound of that.

Daenerys' eyes had shot open as if lightning had struck the top of her head and ran down through her body to her toes, her face white as a sheet. She didn't enjoy the dreams where Bilgesnipe's ravaged the castle while the God's slept. She let out an unhappy sigh as her heart rate slowed down to normal because Loki had always promised her that Bilgesnipe's would never gain entry to the castle. With that comforting reassurance, she rested her face back down into the fluffy pillow beneath her head, only just hearing the distant cries of her newborn. Her eyes rolled back into her head lazily, snaking her arm out to rest it over top of the duvet.

Finally gaining some sort of vision, she saw the face of her husband sleeping away in front of her, their noses only a few centimeters apart. They were so close she could feel the slowly steady breaths against her face. Oh - he was just so beautiful! Her violet eyes went over ever flawless feature that belonged to him, his creamy skin down to the lashes that rested upon his high cheekbones - they were features she grew to love. She noticed how in his sleep his brows would furrow for a moment, then return to normal. Dany grinned - perhaps he was dreaming about Bilgesnipe's like she had.

With the same timid smile on her face, she reached over to his face and gently cupped his cheek within her warm palm, feeling his icy cold skin sent shivers down her spine. It was oddly refreshing. Her eyelids fluttered shut for a moment, savoring this time with him in this serene time of the night. That was, until a louder cry erupted from down the hall. 'Oh, Rhaenerys!'

Once again her eyes pried open only to be met by a pair of stoic green eyes. Quickly retreating her hand off his cheek, she stuttered for a moment. "Did I wake you..?"

As he wrapped his long arm around her frame, he shook his head gently. "No, the little one did." His reply came in a tired tone, which was blatantly obvious thanks to the raspy voice that came from his lips, which she found extremely sexy. As he tiredly sat up from his bed, Daenerys followed suit, wrapping her arms around his lean torso.

"I'll get her." Daenerys murmured as she hesitantly removed her arms from around him to peel the duvet off her legs and throwing it off towards his side. As she stretched her legs right down to her toes, Loki had other plans. His arms had wrapped themselves around her waist as quick as a snake and dragged her back over to his side, then the next thing she knew was she was back lying down on their bed.

"Loki-" She grimaced with a small girlish giggle following, but before she could finish was she was going to say he had interrupted her with a chaste kiss.

"I'll get her." He announced to her in a whisper with a devilish smile upon his exquisite face, before her brought his lips gently back down to hers.

Reaching her arms up, she wrapped them around his neck gently, letting their kiss deepen. But of course, she could still hear Rhaenerys' small cries for her parents down the hall, so Dany just had to speak between their kisses. "But.. what.. if she's hungry?"

Loki merely pulled away and stared at her with a stoic expression. "Then I will come back and get you if she needs to be fed." He said with a matter-of-factly tone to his voice, a smug smile played on his lips. He climbed over her body and lazily reached over and gripped the soft blanket between his fingers, pulling it over his wife's body.

"Alright, if you wish." She smiled as she pulled the blanket all the way up to her nose with a grin on her face, watching as he smiled and turned slowly, walking out of the door and down the hall.

The God slowly padded his way down the hallway with his eyes glued to the dim marble flooring beneath his feet. Rhaenerys' little cries still went on, echoing through the connecting hallways. He threw his head back as he walked - she never really needed anything when she awoke at unimaginable times in the night. She either needed to be rocked back to sleep, or to be held for a little while - it just got so repetitive.

As he neared the doorknob, she could her her desperate little sighs and heart broken little baby whimpers, and it warmed his heart, thinking to himself that it was all worth it in the end. Turning the golden knob to her nursery, he gently pushed the door open and his eyes spotted her crib instantly, seeing her tiny little body laying within it while her limbs flailed around.

A smile grew upon his face when he made his way over to the fixture, peering inside with his curious green orbs. She stared up at him with a distraught face, big wobbly tears hanging on for their life at the corners of her eyelids and her tiny little fists were clenched so tightly. Loki carefully placed his large hands underneath her little body and picked her up slowly, holding her right up to his chest. "Why is it you're crying?" He asked, even though he knew she was never going to give him a reply just yet.

Her blotchy red cheeks did however clear up, along with those large tears and clenched fists, her big beautiful eyes now displaying happiness when she looked upon his face. Rhaenerys reached up and waved her tiny little hand in front of his face happily, keeping her stare fixated on him.

Maybe she cried a lot during the night because it was a chance for Loki to see his daughter in privacy. He smiled to himself as she carefully wrapped those tiny digits around his index finger. Hmm, perhaps that was the reason she cried loudly, because she never got enough daddy-daughter time with Loki.

"You don't need to cry, Rhaenerys." He commented softly, rocking her gently in his much larger arms to quell her still irritated nerves. She was so lucky to have gotten her mothers eyes, those beautiful, radiant lilac eyes. Now that was something you didn't see very often. Forget the green of his eyes, hers were just luminous and innocent.

As her father rocked her as gently as she could, her little black brows furrowed for a moment, yet her genuine little smile still resided with a now firm grip upon his chin. She liked this man, not like the other large scary men that resided in this castle.

As minutes passed in this serene atmosphere, Loki found himself more tired than ever. He raised his arms and gently placed a kiss upon her forehead with a smile. "You need to sleep now, it is very late." He instructed her carefully, laying her back down into her adorned crib, tucking her in with her little red blanket. "Good night Rhaenerys, I love you."

As his eyes scanned back over the weapon in his hands his eyes became wet. Loki blinked furiously - why were they wet?! He pursed his lips together as the memory coursed through every brain cell. He missed her - and just the thought of his little Princess still being alive up in Asgard gave him the drive to conquer this planet and to get her back in his possession - he would do just about anything to make that goal a reality.

AN: The song in the beginning is "Thistle and Weeds" by Mumford and Sons. Review if you liked ! :)

Disclaimer: I don't own THOR or GOT.