Reverie

See me down, see me out
See those wings you gave me
Watch me fly across the sea
Count the ways you made me

I walked in circles, walked the line
Tripped through tangled heart strings
Made an enemy of time
Made a mess of all things, all things

As the guards pushed the two very heavy doors open for their Queen, she found her mind vacant of any emotion. It wasn't that she didn't have the ability to feel, rather she was currently feeling too much to even handle it all. Daenerys slowly walked through the opened door, her glossed over eyes gazing around lazily for a moment to try and think what she wanted to do. There was a lot of things she wanted to do but she lacked the requirements to do so. She took a deep breath and a faint smell of lavender filled her nostrils - she still smelled of the old woman's store, and knowing her husband he'd ask her where she went. She wandered around until she found the doors that led to the bathroom, through the small crack they had she noticed the large ivory claw foot tub standing in the middle of the room.

"You." She pointed to a female servant that was stepping evenly down the hallway with fresh sheets clutched in her hands. The woman whipped around and promptly bowed to her. "Will you run me a bath please." The woman looked back up and nodded to her with a dainty smile, her small but quick feet made their way around the corner where Dany could not see her anymore. Satisfied, she turned back around and pushed the doors open, then gently pressed the back of her foot to close the doors behind her. Like a zombie she reached up and untied the knot behind her neck with just her one hand, while the other began to let loose the braid she donned on the side's of her head. While the woman returned with two other women behind her, each carrying two buckets each of steaming hot water. While they took turns slowly pouring the water into the glistening tub, Daenerys let her dress fall off her body, falling into a small heap on the floor at her feet. She stood idly naked before these women in a numb state. She just wanted to bathe. When the two extra women finished off their buckets they bowed and scurried away, leaving her with the one she had asked in the first place.

The only sound in the bathing room was the sound of the soft pads of Dany's feet against the cold hard marble that lined the floor. Her right index finger slowly traced the lip of the bathtub which was clammy with the heated moisture of the water, when she brought her finger away form the tub it was hot and wet. With both hands she gripped the lip of the tub and hauled one leg over the side and into the deep abyss of the steaming water she had long waited for. From the corner of her eye she could see the woman raise her hand in protest but snatched her hand back to her chest, either remembering Dany had a high tolerance to heat or she didn't want to annoy her Queen. The heat sent hot shivers up her leg and to her brain - her last bath a few nights ago had not been this hot since she forgot to grab an extra dress for afterwards and bounded off as quick as she could, when she returned the water had cooled down. She hauled her left leg over the rim of the tub and slowly took a seat within the hot water that only reached her shoulders. She thought perhaps seeing that old woman was a bad idea after all.

As the servant came to her side and began to wash her hair Dany fell into her thoughts once more. Perhaps she shouldn't have pried so hard to get the truth about his past. Maybe he didn't tell her for her own good because he knew she'd get upset over it, and upset she was. She rubbed her arms slowly as the woman continued to wet her long silvery hair. She had also realized how much older Loki was - even though he even said he was more than a thousand years older than her, but she was only nineteen! His own daughter was older than her! She frowned while she wiped her face with the hot water, hoping it would conceal the wetness her eyes had. "I forgot to bring a dress with me. Would you fetch it? I want the white one with the dark wooden collar." The woman nodded and went off, leaving Dany all by herself. Was it normal to feel depressed about things that occurred in the past? She wiped her now extremely wet eyes with the back of her fist and sniffed in a rather frustrated manor. He's right. I shouldn't feel pity..

Daenerys wiped her hands down her face again before she dippd her face under the water.

After she pulled her dress over her head and made sure it fit snugly around her figure, she leaned over the side of the tub while she clenched his fists around her soaked hair. She gently ringed it out into the water that lay still within the ivory tub, splashing little droplets onto the fabric of her gown. While she began to wonder if Loki and Rhaenerys had returned, she flicked her hands over the tub to rid them of the extra water they held before she left the room.

...

A small smile graced the Prince's lips as he watched Rhaenerys intently as she insisted she try to walk around on this uneven dusty ground beneath her sandals. She'd stand up proudly with so much determination Loki was amazed – then she'd try to walk around but fall promptly to her butt. He grimaced as she placed her tiny palms down to push herself back up. He noted how each time she fell her face grew slightly more grumpier looking. Loki himself was seated upon a dusty old forgotten pillar on the outskirts of the town with a greatly placed palm tree overhead to somewhat protect them from the heat. Rhaenerys crawled up to him and stood up, placing her dusty hands on his knees, leaving tiny little hand prints on the dark fabric, while she looked up at him with her bright lilac eyes and began to speak baby talk to him. It was too bad he could not understand such ramblings, unlike the many other languages he was fluent in. "Uuoh." She mumbled to herself as she felt her legs begin to sway, but she pressed on with attempting to keep her weight balanced on her short legs.

Loki presented her with his outstretched hands right in front of her, and she gladly accepted them, beginning to shift her weight correctly on her little feet. "There you go." He spoke softly, his heart growing warm with pride. He hadn't felt such pride in a long time - his grimace dispersed for a moment.

Pressing his arm against the eerie looking black wooden door of the large tree, he wondered if this would even work. His green eyes glanced down to the long stretch of fabric that was draped over his left arm, it matched his eye color. He licked his lips before he hesitantly pushed his arm forward, the door on the tree swinging open to reveal a much larger space than it seemed. The warmth inside of the house magically built within the tree hit his face in an unexpected manner - it was much different than the snow that fell in blankets just outside. His hesitation grew to higher levels as he curled his long fingers around the edge of the door, gently closing it behind him to preserve the warmth this house held.

This house seemed like a quaint elegant little home to the unknowing eye. It had beautifully carved wooden end tables where they met with the ends of long red plush couches that were propped against the wall and underneath said couch laid a red and brown and gold weaved carpet that looked like it had seen better days. Candles and wall sconces lit up the golden painted walls that shot straight up the 'trunk of the tree.' There was a red brick made fireplace on the left wall, with a flickering fire that crackled and jumped every so often and in front of the fireplace laid a set of different carved fire irons that still looked brand new. As the Prince gazed around he noticed nothing out of place and silently paced through the homely room with the cape still draped over his arm. He stopped in front of a wooden door on the right side of the parallel wall that had an inviting golden knob, which he had hesitantly grabbed and pulled open, revealing a much different room. This room was dark and much colder without a fireplace like the first room. He stepped inside and swallowed any thoughts of regret that boiled up. There was a long dark wooden table against the left wall with a few different chair pulled into it neatly. Candles that housed purple flames were oddly placed around the walls of this room and it bugged him every time he stepped inside, but he reminded himself that he would not be staying for too long.

"It's about time you visited." He heard a distinct familiar voice ring through his ears and vibrate through his skull. He had hoped she went out to gather herbs at this time but it seemed like his luck ran out. He looked up and laid his eyes upon that woman that stood before him with crossed arms, her face looking rather judgmental. He wasn't quite in the mood to be chewed out by her at this particular time but he supposed he deserved it. "How long this time, two years? I don't know why you bother coming back." She barked snarkily with a lopsided grin, bringing a steel goblet to her blood red lips.

"It's because I've been busy - I can't say the same for you though." Loki narrowed his eyes and also crossed his arms over his chest, preparing to stand his ground against his (still) wife. "I wouldn't call raising a child hard work compared to what I have to do."

Angrboda opened her mouth to throw a retort to the God but was interrupted when someone else entered the picture. Loki inwardly grinned when she wasn't able to have her way in the fight. After the little footsteps that bounded into the room quieted down, he glanced over and looked upon the face of his daughter, Hela. She smiled up at her father so innocently, entwining her fingers together in front of her to bide the awkward tension that filled the sorceress' room. Kneeling down so he could face his daughter eye to eye, Loki smiled warmly at her.

"I brought you something from another realm, Hela." He gently slid the cape off his forearm and presented the fabric to her, worry starting to eat at him when he thought perhaps this wouldn't work and he had just gotten her a regular old cape. "Go ahead and touch it."

The eleven year old girl cast the man a curious expression on the half of her face that could actually make an expression and tentatively reached out with her right arm, her little fingers curled up nervously. "It's fine." Loki told her firmly yet something in the tone of her voice reassured her. She stretched her arm out and pressed the pads of her fingers against the soft fabric her father held and a jolt of electricity jolted up her arm and down her spine, she then recoiled her arm and cradled it against her chest fearfully. Loki saw the split second difference the cape had made - it was almost like small but noticeable shingles of clear, fair skin appeared on her blackened skin, and the black of her eye had begun to clear away into something she could actually see out of - but when she recoiled her arm the dead half remained. Loki reached over and took her hand in his own and drew it closer to the cape, letting her fingers graze over it once more. "It feels weird at first - but if your mother would be so kind to retrieve a mirror for us, you'd see the importance of this cape." He glanced over just in time to see the wondrous angered face of Angrboda with a roll of her eyes as she turned away to find a mirror.

His wife returned with a hand mirror clutched between her fingers, to which Loki reached over and snatched it away from her. "Wow." He heard her say in an almost amazed tone, something he hadn't heard from her in a while. She crossed her legs as she leaned against the table, taking a small sip of her drink. "It's amazing that you did something to contribute to our daughters welfare."

Loki would have retorted to her but his attention was still on the newly made face of Hela. Positioning the mirror so it was in front of her face, he watched happily as her eyebrows raised and her mouth widened in shock. With her right hand, she grazed her fingers along the clear skin of the left side of her face in disbelief. "It's gone!" She grinned happily as she continued to touch her face as her vision grew in the eye she couldn't see out of for the whole eleven years of her life. "And I can see.."

At that moment of his life Loki swore he could never be prouder.

Being ripped from his reverie abruptly, Loki's attention was drawn forward when a tiny little hand smacked itself upon his chin, and the owner of the hand stared up at him with bewildered lilac eyes, as if her hand did that all itself. She snickered innocently as she drew her hand back while her little legs took a few steps back, amazingly. When her snickering came to a halt, she reached out and grabbed onto his fingers once more as she tried stomping around happily.

"You're doing great Rhaenerys." She took those words into mind as she unclasped her fathers hands in a sudden burst of determination. She held her own weight, Loki noted, as she stood for a moment without a single wobble or a tremor. He wondered what she thought right now, as she outstretched one leg in front of her body and carefully pull her other leg beside it. She tightened her little fists happily while she murmured things he did not understand. Loki crossed his arms over his lap as he continued to focus his eyes on her intently, wondering how he could ever miss this pride with Hela - he was so young, he didn't think being there for her first steps would matter at all. But watching Rhaenerys try her best at walking just as the others did stirred an emotion within him he couldn't quite grasp, he knew it was relating to pride, but another feeling stemmed from it. Perhaps it was something only a parent could feel.

Rhaenerys clapped her hands together when she finally took a few steps without Loki's assistance or without a wobble. Her face bubbled with pride as she stepped over towards him and hugged his leg, gripping the fabric of his black trousers firmly. An innocent giggle came forth when Loki and gently picking her up and sat her on his lap, placing a small kiss on the top of her head. As happy as he was he had a nagging feeling erupting within him that announced that Daenerys may or may not be upset that she wasn't there to see their daughter's first steps. He contemplated returning to the manse but when something glimmered from the corner of his eye, the nagging disappeared into nothing.

It was the boat he had seen in the open waters earlier from the mapping rooms window, it was docking now which came to a surprise to the God, since the last time he checked all the docks had been taken up by lesser ships. Slowly, it floundered through the cramped open area surrounded by the different docking stations until the dock workers managed to get the attention of the crew on deck and get the thing tied up. It really was the extravagant ship he had barely seen earlier, when it reared from around the part of land. It was large, nearly as large as the ships he had Thor would sneak upon to the different places the guards and soldiers went off to. It was a fine piece of work and he just had to have it.

Standing up with Rhaenerys in his arms, Loki began to make his way towards the docks, already formulating many plans in his mind on how to get this ship in his possession. Would he go the 'good' way around this situation, and pay for the ship? He shook his head slightly, no, he wasn't good at the nice approach. He stepped foot upon the wooden docks and paced down the aisle slowly with his eyes scanning the boat. It was marvelously carved, with a golden figurehead of a naked breasted woman looking out to the city. Figureheads always showed how much wealth the owner of the boat had - and this one was made from solid gold, something that only told the God his job may have become harder.

"I see you taking a liking to my boat." A voice hit his ears while he was busy adding up the pros and cons of what he was doing, and Loki turned around to face a scruffy looking man, who clearly did not look like he was the real owner of this boat.

Loki grimaced and whispered softly to his daughter. "Now Rhaenerys, watch your father go to work."

...

Proudly, Loki strode into the manse he called his own empty handed - little Rhaenerys walking quickly beside him, clenching his trousers tightly for aide since his legs were much longer than her own. While they walked, Loki thought how ridiculously lousy mortal were at spotting obvious lies, since Loki was not the proud owner of the largest ship Qarth had ever seen. He swore that with his lies, he could even convince these mortals to give up their children.

Daenerys was sitting in the lounge room on a deep purple faint couch, running her fingers through her still damp hair from her bath, when she saw her daughter and husband enter the room. "Rhaenerys!" She gasped with wide eyes, opening her arms to the little girl that bounded into them hurriedly with a grin on her face. "My sweet, you can walk!" She wrapped her arms around her baby girl as Loki began to speak.

"It didn't take her too long to grasp it. It'll be easier for her to learn these things were her status." Loki smiled at the two as he took a seat on a burgundy colored chair, paying no mind to the servants that brought in trays of cheeses, biscuits, fruits and wines. What he said was true, children that came from families with heritage like Loki's learned much more easily, it was in their blood.

"Like talking?" Daenerys smiled as she showered her baby with kisses, then placed her beside her so she could lean over and retrieve a few grapes in her hands.

Loki nodded as he smoothed out the fabric of his tunic. "Once she starts she wont stop. Aside from that, I've acquired a much larger, luxurious ship for us.

"Oh..?" She questioned with a sly smile, popping another grape into her mouth happily, then ran her fingers through her daughters silky hair. "And how much was that?" Well, she already knew the answer to that question, but for her own sake of not breaking down and cuddling him after seeing that old woman, she would ask him the oddest questions. Her brows knitted together when she realized he had basically isolated himself across from her for no apparent reason.

"The owner was easily persuaded, I suppose." He stated as he crossed his left leg over his right leg absentmindedly. It only reminded him of the old days when Thor and him would sneak around the city and give people false deals in order to obtain things they wanted, sculptures, ornate paintings, things they did not need. They kept collecting and collecting until Frigga entered their room to wake them up since they had slept in and saw their messy room. Loki chuckled when he remembered how upset they were when Frigga commanded everything be taken out with the trash.

Daenerys smiled as she popped a grape into her mouth again, taking the time to actual look around this room. The golden painted walls were lined with paintings, each had a different eye grabber. There were the many faces of rulers passed, of the Norns, the creatures that roamed the forests. There was a painting in particular she did not enjoy, for it sent shivers down her spine. It was a man with a pig head, whose long nails were dug into the flesh of a mans arm tightly, he held the other man down with his weight while he attacked the neck. There was blood pouring down the mans body while his face was contorted with agony, twisted up and wet with tears. She frowned and looked away. The floor of this room was lined with carpets, thick and thin, small and large, one color or an assortment of colors. In each corner of the room were large ivory planters that shone underneath the dulling sun outside, large plants stemmed from the dirt that was patted down, small pink flowers bloomed in odd places on the stems. They gave off a refreshing scent she quite liked. She then laid her eyes upon her husband. She thought about the paintings and the beautiful sculptures that were in this room - how they were sold for thousands and thousands of dollars, traded, imported, fought over, and it only made her think about how lucky she was to have him as a husband, even though her maidenhood was sold to his family. Her thoughts then wandered over to what she learned earlier - the agony he endured, the pain and heartache of basically losing his child. Why was he sitting there all alone?

"Come and sit with us." Daenerys said to him with a silky but warm voice as she scooted over on the couch, leaving him a spot where the faint couch curled upwards, tapping the cushion lightly. She watched happily as he stood up from his chair without a word and paced over, taking a seat beside her on the comfortable couch. I don't want you to be alone anymore. Silently, she nudged him so he was leaning back against the curled up part of the couch and nestled her face into the crook of his neck. She slowly traced her left index finger over his chest before curling her fingers inside and kept it laying on there. I'll always protect you and our children.

She awoke in a somewhat foul mood the next morning in her and Loki's bed, who surprisingly was still in bed even when the sun had already peeked out. She draped the thin blankets over her body as she crawled to his side, then plopping herself down at his side, even if she was still fully naked. The skin on his chest was cool when she placed her cheek down onto it, but it felt burning hot against her warm skin and sent shivers down her spine.

"You're awake?" His icy voice pierced the silence that was enveloped in their room, startling her to a point where her head snapped up, their eyes meeting.

"I am." She said, carefully placing her head back down on his chest. "I want to leave today." She grew to love this city after living in it with her daughter for almost a year, but now the smells that radiated the city just absolutely repulsed her. She hated awakening to nose stinging, jaw clenching aromas that did everything but make her like it. "Let us go to Pentos today. The weather is fine to take to the ocean."

As he idly drew circles on her bare shoulder with his index finger, Loki contemplated whether or not this would be a good idea strategically. She was right, from what he could see out of the large open doors to the balcony on the far side of their room he could see the rays of sunshine already beaming through the silken curtains - lovely weather to board the ship and get away to another city. They didn't have any unfinished business to take care of here in Qarth - not that he knew of at least. Would Pentos put of a fight? His brows furrowed for a moment as he thought that maybe they'd arrive to a full army to greet them - but then he remembered he didn't quite care if they put up a fight. They'd win anyways.

"If you wish for us to leave - we will leave."

AN: Somewhat filler chapter, I know, but there isn't much to do until Pentos arrives. Maybe there's some Hela lovers out there that will be pleased that I did that? I don't know :p Also, for those of you who are thinking 'wow, she didn't portray Angrboda and Loki's relationship correctly' please know that I made their relationship to the way I saw fit, especially since I wrote that there was tension between the two after Boda had presented Loki with a deformed daughter.

Song in the beginning is 'Do you' by Carina Round.

Also, I know this is posted on Monday and that's only cos I went job hunting all yesterday. :/ Sorry guys!

Disclaimer: I don't own THOR or GOT