Reunited

Nobody said it was easy
It's such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said it would be this hard
Oh, take me back to the start.

I was just guessing at numbers and figures
Pulling your puzzles apart
Questions of science, science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

Tell me you love me, come back and haunt me
Oh and I rush to the start
Running in circles, chasing our tails
Coming back as we are

With sea sick snake legs Daenerys flopped out of her Bargemaster's large bed and hurriedly wobbled her way over to her port window on the wall to her right. With her left hand clutched the small sill of the window, she ran her right hands fingers through her tangled silver-blonde hair with a gentle sigh escaping her lips. Normally she wouldn't have been so sick on board a ship, but she thought perhaps the excitement of getting her daughter and dragons were the push to make her stomach turn over. Her eyes fluttered open to the bright view of the scene before her - land. Her eyes not only saw the land that slowly approached with every wave and rock of the boat, but the gleaming castle that beckoned her off in the distance. Her lips curled upwards.

Finding proper footing, she pushed off the wall in front of her and swiveled around to meet the small carved dress, made from one slab of polished dark wood. She quickly pulled open the top drawer and pulled out her dress with haste, changing out of her night attire and into her loose silky one.

After her less than anticipated meal that left her stomach more queasy than ever, she stepped out to the skimpy wooden board dock that connected her ship with the dock to the land. The salty wind whipped around Daenerys as she slowly and carefully walked down, even though many men before her had used this board walk. Not knowing what exactly to do, she just rubbed her arms slowly with the palms of her hands until she spotted Jorah speaking with a tanned man at the end of the dock. "Jorah, how will we find this Court wizard?" She spoke with uncertainty, something that made his head whip around.

She watched as he licked his dry cracked lips and run his fingers down his smooth steel plate armor. "The Court wizard usually has a separate building for his use of magic.. If it is not that, then he most likely has an abandoned wing of the castle all to himself." The began walking down the dock. "We're going to have to be careful from now own, my Queen, for all we know it could have been Odin who sent this Pyat Pree."

Dany nodded slowly, as if she didn't know that already but she thanked the Norns she had him by her side. In her hand she held a soft sky blue shawl bundled up carefully, her favorite one she owned. Draping it over her mop of glimmering silver hair that she was so famous for, Dany hoped it would somewhat conceal her identity until she recovered what she came for. The small group of followers she had brought stayed back on the creaking boat as they watched their Queen board a horse drawn carriage to take her into the heart of the city.

She ran her fingers through the soft silk of her shawl nervously, her scared violet eyes darting from every figure that passed by slowly as the carriage trotted over top the rough country cobble. Had Odin put out scrawls of paper for her arrest – dead or alive? Daenerys licked her lips at the mere thought. No one here was looking at her with odd eyes, perhaps since they were farmers and far enough from the city that Odin didn't deem it necessary to inform them of Daenerys' impending arrival. Hell, she didn't even conjure up a plan to retrieve what belonged to her! She was going to burst through the front gates and expect them to just hand the four over to her? She exhaled rather loudly, combing her fingers through her hair. As far as she was concerned she was blindly stumbling into her death.

Just as their carriage entered the outskirts of the city, Jorah requested to be let off for a brief moment to ask a stall owner if they knew of this court wizard. Daenerys watched with suspicious eyes as the portly man nodded and stared off toward the castle, pointing off in that direction, saying something to Jorah before the man thanked him and came back to their carriage. "Separate building, yet still on castle grounds. He said it was built with grey clay bricks, ones that have lasted through the centuries odd enough."

She nodded slowly, the memories making their way back. "Yes, I remember the one now... I don't remember it ever having windows.. Or even a door for that matter." As the carriage started back up again, Dany watched out to the small children that played tag together in the dirty alleyways, or even hitting each other with their dulled down wooden swords. She smiled to herself as she imagined Rhaenerys doing the exact same thing one day. Their parents would call from their high up balconies for them to come inside for dinner was ready, she could smell it, and the children would drop their toys and bound in through the semi open doors.

"There it is, just like he said." Jorah announced as he twisted his body around in his seat to view the eerie looking building that stood on it's own, away from the golden castle. Daenerys remembered fully now, that dark green moss that grew through every crack and crevice, in between the clay stones, casting long shadows on the building.

As she felt the carriage come to a halt slowly, Daenerys' heart began to pump buckets of adrenaline through her body, she darted out through the open space of the carriage and rounded around the building, finding a mysterious heavy door beckoning her. Quickly clasping her hands around the handle, she swung herself inside and closed the door with her thigh quickly, holding it there until she couldn't hear Jorah's protests any longer. She took a deep breath of the dingy old air inside this long circular building, crinkling her nose in the process. It was a stale smell she didn't quite like.

Light.. She thought to herself as she saw a flicker of yellow cascade down the walls of brick and the cackle of a tiny flame began. Carefully making her way up the hastily made steps, she reached up and took hold of the wall torch that was mysteriously lit. The warm light spilled onto her face as she brought it close - she could see herself with her daughter in the near future. Whipping her head back around to face the spiraling steps. "I want them back!" She shouted with narrow eyes as she slowly stepped up the crumbling stairs. "Here I am! Are you scared of a little girl?!"

Who ever Pyat Pree was did not answer her calls. Nor did that big scary Odin pop his head around the corner. Instead she heard the distant cry of her dragons, mixed with that little voice of her daughters. Her eyes widened to the size of dinner plates and she raced up the last few couple of steps. Quick as could be, she grabbed the large brass handle of the door she was faced with, throwing it open with wild eyes. No dragons nor daughter. Instead a small pedestal stood in the middle of the room. The cries of her loved ones echoed through her ears, but her eyes deceived her. Where are they?!

Taking a shot in the dark, she placed her timid hands on the small brass handle and opened it, to be met with a chilly snowy room. She entered and her brows furrowed. "What is this place..." She whispered to herself. mentally telling herself that this was indeed the real sound of snow crunching beneath her boots. The room had large pillars in the middle that supported the half crumbled ceiling, with stained glass windows on adjacent walls of each other. When she reached the middle of the room she was outstandingly surprised. She'd never witnessed real now, only hearing stories told by the men of the streets in Pentos where she grew up.

She dropped her torch and paced forward - the Iron Throne stood so gallantly, waiting for it's rightful Queen. The crumbled parts of the ceiling were topped by its sides, loose bits and rocks were strayed upon the seat of the throne. her violet eyes widened in awe as she reached out to touch the cold arm of the throne with the tips of her fingers. The cries of her children rang through her mind once more. I have to get them.

Slowly backing away from the throne, she whirled away and made her way to the door hurriedly, the cries growing louder for their mother. Pushing the door open, she was once again met with snow. It wasn't the room with the grey stone pedestal like before, but this was definitely outside. She blinked furiously. How..! It was a blizzard around her, so bad that she had to raise her arm to cover her eyes while she trudged through the weather, already feeling the cold wetness seep through the tips of her boots. Daenerys decided she didn't like the cold weather that much.

She saw a small shack off in the distance but once she grew closer she noticed the shack had elegantly made golden doors. Calling upon all her strength she pushed on the thick heavy set doors she was faced with, her palms already beginning to get stuck the the freezing metal. She remembered these type of doors back when she was living in the castle... Once the doors were pushed open, warmth spread around her entire being. What is going on here..

It was the brilliant warmth of the castle gardens that she fell head over heels for when she first walked through. She stepped down off the singular marble step and let her boots crunch down on the soft gravel, but her feet wouldn't take her any further. Her violet eyes wavered for a moment before her head began to compute what she saw. She saw Loki seated upon a dark grey marble bench beneath a blooming pink tree.

In his arms was the newborn Rhaenerys, snoozing quietly in her fathers arms. Her breath hitched in her throat before she dare took another step to the two. She thought she'd never see him again. The soft crunching of gravel beneath her feet instantly gave her away. He turned to look at her, his beautiful green eyes soft. "My love." His voice startled her. It was single-handedly the only thing she's wanted to hear since he dropped down into the abyss. It was so soft and so gentle, so loving. She missed it so.

He looked almost the same since the last time she saw him. He looked as if he had not been in battle, or fallen into any abyss of any sort. Her brows furrowed as she hesitantly continued to walk slowly toward him. He was supposed to be dead, was he not? Odin had confirmed it himself! Her eyes began to sting and the image of his face burned in her mind. "This... This isn't real.."She stuttered, sitting beside him on the bench underneath her tree. "Y-you're gone.. Maybe I am dead and I just don't know it yet.." Her eyes were now fully watered up, feeling her nose tingle a little bit. "Maybe I am with you in the after world.."

Daenerys spotted that brilliant smile upon his lips again - something she almost forgot over the long time she had seen him. "Or maybe I refused to enter the after world without you by my side." His eyes calmed her down momentarily. She watched as his eyes flicked around to watch a bird that had landed nearby. "Maybe this is a dream, I do not know." He looked back over to her just in time for her to lean her forehead against his lovingly. "You are the love of my life Daenerys, that I know and really care about. If this is a dream I'll kill the man that tries to wake me."

She let her lilac eyes flutter open as she pulled her face away from his. Drawing a much needed breath of fresh air she sat up from her seat and slowly walked away, only looking back to Loki once - he stared at her with hurt green eyes. It was torturing her to be within his presence any more. She needed to find her babies and begone. She wiped a stray tear and ventured forth.

Daenerys was back in the room with the stone pedestal and the many doors surrounding it. "Oh...!" Her three beautiful dragons and daughter were sitting upon the pedestal, waiting for their mum.

"Mmm!" Rhaenerys cried out happily to her mother with outstretched arms, her tiny fingers clasping at the air. Daenerys rushed over and touched her hands to her daughters flushed cheeks, making sure she was unharmed. Daenerys smiled and knelt down, immediately bombarding her little face with her kisses. All the while all three of Dany's dragons happily caressed their heads against her shoulder.

"They missed their mother." A shrill, eerie voice sounded out through the cramped room. "They want to be with you." A tall, lanky man had appeared right behind Daenerys, his head didn't have a singular hair upon it. His thin cracked lips were stained a deep shade of purple, mysteriously. They matched his purple robe that hung off his bony figure.

At this point Daenerys jolted upwards at the mere sight of this creepy man, her back facing her daughter and dragons protectively, her fists clenching. "Do you want to be with them?" The same voice she just heard from the man in front of her sounded from behind her. She whipped her head around to find an exact replica of the man before her. It wasn't something she was surprised to see - she had seen Loki use this trick many times in training.

"You will be with them." The other purred rather happily. "Our magic is strongest in their presence, and they are stronger in yours. You will be with them through winter, summer and winter again."

Daenerys felt a cold metal on each of her wrists, and to her surprise, she was shackled up like an animal to the wall. She gulped thickly. Both of the men begun to pull the chains so her arms were exactly horizontal with the wall. "Welcome home, Daenerys Stormborn. I am sure the All-Father will have great plans for the Mother of Dragons when he finds out we found you."

Her heart raced within the confinements of her rib cage, turned her gaze over her shoulder nervously to peek at her pride and joy. Her little Princess that she would fight tooth and nail for. A seedling of a plan developed in her mind immediately and her eyes flashed a darker violet. When she slowly looked straight once more, Pyat Pree was staring at her black dragon with mischievous eyes.

Her lips parted slightly and there was a mischievous glimmer of her own in her eyes. Her lips curled upwards before she spoke. "Dracarys." Her voice was raspy but it only backed up her image. Her black dragon huffed a small cloud of pitch black smoke happily before he did as he was told. He screeched loudly before a burning orange ball of flame was emitted from his toothy mouth, aimed at the robed man. He quickly smacked at the fire on his robe in a feeble attempt to get rid of he flame but he failed - it only spread as he did so. The last two dragons mimicked their brother and burst the fire through their mouths, hitting the man in the face and feet. He screamed in complete agony with flailing limbs, letting his legs turn to jelly to try and roll around on the dusty cobble floor to aid his fight.

His screams vanished completely as his heart stopped beating and his flesh was burnt down to a crisp. Her shackled fell to the floor, lifeless.

She smiled to herself proudly before turning on her heels with a sassy tone, facing her four beloveds. "My baby girl.." She whispered to Rhaenerys gently as she planted more kisses on her forehead, while Rhaenerys smiled at her mum that she had missed so much. "I love you.." Dany whispered soothingly as she began rubbing circles in her back with her thumb, burying her face in her daughters soft as silk hair. "I'm so happy little one.."

She cracked her eyes open to view her dragons, three sets of beady eyes staring up at her curiously. She thanked the Norns all three dragons were alive and well. With a slight nod of her head, the three had flapped their little wings and perched on their mothers shoulders with their long talons digging into her skin. Quickly, she looked around the small room for an exit, because she needed to get the heck out of there, for the building had caught fire.

...

This was... Peaceful. Finally he had some time for himself in the library while the guards had to rotate their shifts with each other, even though Loki thought that they did nothing, they just stood there like gargoyles. Loki imagined their lives outside of their job to be just as dull as they were. It was only then Loki remembered his life was quite dull at the moment as well, either he was in the gardens are sauntering off to the library. He liked doing those things but perhaps the guards spoke ill of him like Loki thinking those ways of them. He shrugged it off and glanced down to the green dyed leather bound spell book he held in his hands. It was a spell book for fire apprentice's, which Loki was well passed that stage, but he had all the time in the world now, and he chose to sharpen his skills in this dingy library.

Loki had finally invested his precious time on getting his long black locks trimmed back down to the appropriate size he liked. The entry holes to his lips were somewhat recovered now, the redness had dulled down, the swelling dispersed, and the spontaneous bleeding during the night had fully stopped. He wore his usual dark green tunic with loose fitting black trousers and buckled back boots, it was only what he was permitted to wear.

As his eyes scanned over the many scrawled words within the leather bound book something struck inside of him, and he tossed the book aside to the dark mahogany table lazily. Perhaps he didn't need to reread a book meant for fire apprentice's. Throwing his head back, he spotted a purple book one shelf up, to which he reached up and slid it off the shelf. Myth and Religion: Norse Gods. He rolled his eyes and tossed that one to the table as well, thinking to himself that he wouldn't dare torture himself with a Midgardian take on his world again.

Off in the distance he heard a different pair of footsteps beginning to head his way, to Loki's own library. They certainly did not belong to any guards, or he would hear the clanking of their steel plate armor. They were fast paced and heavy - and Loki had a feeling it was somebody he really didn't want to see right now. The large dark wood doors that led into the library suddenly burst open, revealing a distraught Thor

"Brother!" His voice sounded hard and stern which went along with his scrunched up face. "Father has requested we join the guards outside, someone has set the Court Wizard's quarters aflame. This time it was not the youth - he fears it may have been sabotaged."

And why must I accompany you? Can you not handle this on your own? Loki failed at his own wager against himself, that he could not be disturbed today, unlike most days. Loki would have audibly sighed at Thor if he could.

Thor gazed at the guards standing at the doorway. "I will watch him from here. I will return him after we've dealt with things." Loki's brows furrowed, absolutely hating the way they spoke of him like an item, yet Loki still stood to do as he was told, he had no other choice. Loki walked towards Thor slowly, glancing at him coldly before turning the corner outside the doors to unlock his bedroom. After he pulled his heavy golden armor, he turned back to follow Thor down the silent hallway.

Thor already had Mjolnir clutched tightly between his thick fingers, aching for a good fight today. Sadly there had been no Bilgesnipe's attacking the outer city walls lately so Thor was stuck around fighting in the challengers arena for the time being, and he usually never got enjoyment from those. Almost excitedly, he led Loki out towards the front entrance of the castle. They watched as a dark plume of black smoke lifted off the tall brick building off in the distance, giving the skyline a nice new addition, Loki thought. Thor let out a grunt of anger before they pressed on.

Loki could really care less about this court wizard Pyat Pree, he was an absolute fool and a moron. He thought himself much higher than that bald wannabe sorcerer. He smirked only a little when they arrived outside the large building, black smoke still pouring out from the top of the building like a lit cigarette.

Loki crossed his arms over his chest lazily while Thor went off into the side bush to find any evidence of sabotage, or even the saboteur. He watched dully as Thor's head cocked upwards to something suspicious and he went off like a pig that found it's truffles. Surely Thor didn't need his 'baby' brother by his side, now did he? He was a big boy now that could handle situations by himself. So he hung back, intending to watch that idiot's building burn to ashes.

There it is! Daenerys cried to herself as she wrapped her sky blue shawl around her daughters sleeping face to protect her from the growing cloud of smoke within the staircase of the building. It had taken several minutes for this door to appear! She bounded down the last few steps towards the door and scrambled out with choked coughs, her lungs burning from the heavy smoke. She gasped for the fresh air that now surrounded her being, already feeling the healthy air tend to her damaged lungs. She nervously looked down to the toddler that lay sleeping against her chest, not making a peep whatsoever. She's safe.. She smiled to herself as she threw her head back and let her eyes flutter shut.

Loki watched with a puzzled expression on his face as a figure emerged from a door that had appeared out of nowhere in the side of the building. They were shadowed from the side of the building, but now that he sharpened his eyes, he could see the figure was oddly disfigured. Where the shoulders should have been there were weirdly shaped creatures of some sort. He took several long strides to the side to better his vision as the mysterious figure stood up from the trampled grass beneath it's feet, and his heart rate and curiosity raised. Who had killed this sorcerer?

From the apparent figure that stood he could tell it was a woman holding something... His black brows knitted together for a moment. He made out a small child in the arms of the woman and that piked his curiosity even more. The woman took a cautious step forward and the sunlight poured onto her blackened figure, giving away her more obvious feature, like that long wavy silver hair... Loki cocked his head to the side slightly as he continued to scan over her. She resembled someone he knew, or used to know.

He could hear his heartbeat in his ears as ideas whirled through his mind. Was that really her? But he had heard stories about her being dragged off to the city center! Then that little girl in her arms... Rhaenerys? Damn this thread that sealed his voice that begged to be let out.

Even though her lungs still burned, Daenerys dare not take a breath of this refreshing air. Loki? She shook her head as she continued to stare at the man she had seen not too long ago. Had she not actually retrieved her daughter and dragons, but opened another trick door? This was a different Loki than she had seen earlier on in the day - the one in front of her looked paler, if that was possible, and that thread in his mouth... Her brows furrowed. "You aren't real." She whispered to him almost inaudibly, watching his cold green eyes narrow. When she heard the cracking of leaves to the far right, both her and Loki's head snapped over, seeing Thor emerging from the small brush with Jorah and her follower in tow. Those two were smart to submit to Thor, they'd be dead if they had not. Dany protectively concealed her daughter from the man, unsure if Odin had sent him to get Rhaenerys back in his possession.

Thor, aware now that his sister in law was present, shifted his gaze between his brother and Daenerys, his hand clutching Mjolnir tighter than ever. "What is this?" Thor croaked with a confused tone with one brow raised, still looking between them. He wanted an answer now. He looked at his sister in law and noticed she too was thoroughly confused, just by the look on her face. She glanced between her 'dead' husband and Thor. "I thought they burned you." He pointed his weapon at Daenerys.

"They did." Daenerys replied to the God, tearing her eyes off Loki and looking Thor straight in the eyes. She felt threatened by that weapon pointed at her, but she was in no position to tell him to put it down. She thought back to her dragons that still perched themselves upon her shoulder and one upon a crumbled piece of building at her feet, thinking she could possibly use Dracarys... No, it wouldn't work on him! He was a God and she was just... Daenerys. Torn out of her thoughts by a loud noise, she popped back into reality and looked ahead, surprised.

Thor's head drooped down in an instant with Mjolnir following suit, hitting the earth with a 'thunk.' His body was frozen, paralyzed. She took a long much needed breath of air before she tore her eyes away. She gently shook, though not noticeable to the men in front of her. Daenerys snuggled her nose into the warmth of the shawl that was draped around her daughter.

"Daenerys.." Jorah's voice was soft, to soothe her out of the shaken trance she was enveloped it. He pressed his firm hand to her shoulder and raised a brow at her. He cautiously slipped his hands underneath Rhaenerys' arms and took her from her mothers warm arms, and he stepped aside to let Daenerys pass.

Her violet eyes trailed back up to the man that stood in silence, those jade eyes glued to her already. His face donned a pain expression, though she wasn't sure if it was because of the thread he had crisscrossed through his mouth or because he missed her. She gradually made her way toward him, though hesitant at first, she was sure that this wasn't a mirage she was seeing. She stood a foot away from him which was more than she could ever hope for since she fled Asgard a little over a year ago. Angry and frustrated tears welled up in her eyes when she looked closer to that antagonizing thread that she wished so badly to rip out with her own fingers.

She reached up and pressed her shaking palm to the cold skin of his cheek, feeling him warm up to her touch. "What have they done to you..." She whispered with a raspy, shaken voice on the verge of breaking down because the man in front of her was the man she loved and the man that was supposed to be dead.

When Loki thought maybe his heart had fought the hurdle that he called Daenerys, here she was. Alive and well right before his eyes. He had seen many things in his years and he certainly did not expect this to happen. Ever. He stared upon the face before him. That flawless face he fell in love with stared right back up at him. He witnessed the times in her face, in her eyes, he could see the hurt she struggled through. He noticed the three dragons as well, could they have been those eggs she received at their wedding?

Without warning he reached up and tucked a lock of the silky silvery hair behind her ear almost casually. She merely continued to stare upon his face in awe that he wasn't still in the endless abyss. He looked back over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of the golden castle, the centerpiece of the city, where Odin sat so unknowingly. Loki smirked and looked back to the goddess he was glad to call his wife.

He closed his eyes and imagined the impending pain he was about to endure, but he knew that this would be worth it. He could not live a proper life with this damned thread holding his lips together! He reached up with both of his hands and took hold of the black thread with his long slender fingers, tightening his fingers on the thread. With a boost of self assurance and just in time as Daenerys stepped away from him, Loki ripped the dainty thread in half. Sliding his fingers over to the other end of the thread he tore that one as well. Taking a deep breath, he held both ends of the thread and began to pull it through the holes in his lips. He stood there in silence for a moment as he looked down at the thread that lay limp in the palms of his hands, half surprised Odin hadn't done something to make them unbreakable. Loki turned his hands vertically to let the threads fall through the air like feathers, laying unevenly in the crushed grass beneath them.

He quickly wiped the prickles of blood that appeared at the small dots on his lips before he spoke. "We must go." He didn't notice but something flashed in Daenerys' eyes. She fought back the smirk that begged to appear because that voice that escaped his lips taunted her so – it was that raspy voice she found so irresistible. "If you don't want Thor to awaken with us still here."

"Yes.." She mumbled before taking a few hesitant steps away from him before swivelling on her heels and jogging over to Jorah, taking the bundle away from him and cuddling Rhaenerys to her chest. Was she really going to get out of this alive... And with her husband? Had she just gotten her husband back? She was still puzzled beyond belief as she continued to stare at him as he made his way over to the carriage, the drivers face white as a sheet. She looked back to Thor, who still stood paralysed on the spot before she climbed into the carriage.

Her head grew a bit blurry when her 'deceased' husband climbed into the carriage and demanded the driver take them to the docks as fast as he could. "Y-yes my lord!" The man stuttered before climbing into his front seat and whipping the horses attention upfront.

Licking his lips slowly, the satisfied God's eyes drifted down to the only thing that caught his attention – his daughter. She had grown so much! The last time he saw her was when she was only a week and a half old... Now she was a little over a year old. His features softened but his blood boiled within. If Thor hadn't come back to Asgard he would have been here to protect them, to watch her grow. "Here.." He heard Daenerys' soothing voice sound through the carriage as she carefully moved the sleeping toddler into his arms, and he noticed how much heavier a one year old was than a week and a half old. Loki could feel the warmth come back into his chest like he used to feel before he fell into the abyss of space and it spread through every vein and every nerve that ran through his normally chilled body.

Slowly, Loki led his eyes away from his daughter and looked upon his wife once more. "I thought you were dead." His brows were furrowed but he saw the slight curl of her lips.

"I thought you were dead! They told me you were gone." A smile grew upon those shell pink lips as she crossed her arms over her chest and her eyes darkened a shade or two. Loki noticed something different about her but he couldn't quite put a finger on it.

His lips ached but he still smiled at the woman. "I was unsure of my own fate when I had let go of Thor's weapon. I fell through space for an unimaginable amount of time."

"Well what happened?"

The waves of memories he really didn't want to tell her resurfaced and his brows furrowed. The faces of the Chitauri army clouded his mind – the Other rang through him. "I found myself in a place I did not know existed. I made a deal that sounded so simple, to have their army while I provided them with the Tesseract." Perhaps she did need to know this part, she deserved to know, but he'd leave out the explicit parts. "I arrived on Midgard with the Chitauri army.. Needless to say I ended up with the disadvantage. I was brought back here and Odin had my mouth sewn shut." He glanced back over to her. "Now tell me, how did you manage to get punished for death?"

Daenerys chuckled along with a smirk. "Well let's just say I learnt that they do not appreciate when somebody lays a hand on their King and threatens to have his head on a spike."

Loki's mouth spread into a painful toothy grin and laughed, now that was something he did not expect to hear from her. "And what about the punishment itself – how did you survive that?"

"The blood of the Dragons runs through my veins." She looked over her shoulder to the three dragons that sat on the floor of the carriage, picking at a small mouse they caught in the grass before they boarded the carriage and she smiled. "Fire cannot kill a dragon."

Ah, that's it. Loki could now see what was so different about his wife. She was no longer that outspoken woman he was first wed to. Now she was fierce, he could see it in her beautiful violet eyes. She was a strong woman now, and she would make a fierce Queen.

"Do you have a plan?" She questioned him as she looked back into those heart warming green eyes she had been waiting to see for quite some time. Oh how she just wanted to dive right into those long arms and cuddle him all day and night and forget about the world around them. They were both presumably wanted criminals now, so they had to get far away and quick.

"Well, you still need to take back what is rightfully yours." He spoke with a grin on his face, this sentance piked her interest. "The Iron Throne."

AN: Well I'd call this one the season finale since it's a little over 6000 words. Just a big thank you to those reviewers, followers and faves! It's you guy's that make me continue! I hope you like this chapter because it took me a long time to write haha. Finally Daenerys and Loki are back togeher, which I've been waiting for a while now, and I know you guys have.

Don't worry, there will be Avengers flashbacks conerning their reactions to Daenerys/Rhaenerys. A lot of you have been asking for that and pleaaase don't worry! I've got them all in my head for the upcoming chapters!

Disclaimer: I don't own THOR or GOT.