A Surprise Visit

I love the feeling when we lift up
watching the world so small below
I love the dreaming when I think of
the safety in the clouds out my window
I wonder what keeps us so high up
could there be a love beneath these wings

Over the years Daenerys had grown to love the smell of the salty ocean air - a pleasant mixture of the water that ebbed and flowed over the sand, the musty smell of dried seaweed that was caked in the crevices of forgotten driftwood and the distant smell of fresh fish being unloaded from a boat on the docks. The spice smells within the city were long gone, now that Daenerys had finally boarded her amazingly large ship Loki had acquired, taking a seat on the long dining room table with Rhaenerys on her lap. It was beautiful on the inside, she loved the fully furnished rooms it came with. Definitely worth not having to pay a cent for it. She smiled as the boat creaked almost eerily, but she knew that sound all too well - they were departing from the docks of Qarth.

Rhaenerys craned her body around to face her mother with a happy expression written on her face, a few of her fingers were hidden in her mouth. "Mmm!" She pointed to Dany, indicating she may have been trying to speak to her. Ever since Daenerys had taken to pointing it out to Rhaenerys that she was called mother, Rhaenerys had a drive to learn these words her parents spoke. She gazed up at her mother expectantly.

"Mummy." Daenerys instructed with a warm motherly smile, cuddling her close. "Can you say 'muh'?"

"Mmm!" Rhay cooed with a small toothy smile, running her little fingers through her mother silvery hair, fascinated with the colour. She honestly didn't see what she was doing wrong with her speech.

"Mum." Daenerys spoke again while she sat her daughter on the table in front of her, making them face to face. The corner of her lips curled upwards when she noted that she was growing to look more and more like Loki everyday. "Say mum now."

Happily, Rhay threw her arms up into the air enthusiastically, grinning as she did. "Mu! ... Mu-um!"

Dany laughed as she began to idly braid her hair. "Mummy."

"Mummy!" Rhaenerys screeched as loudly and as much as her small lung capacity would allow, throwing her arms up into the air happily before tossing herself onto her mothers lap, disregarding the braiding that her mother was working on. A proud smile played on her lips as she gazed up happily to her mother with her glistening lilac eyes and an enthusiastic clap of her hands. Dany's heart grew warm within her chest and she filled up with joy.

"Oh good job!" She held her only baby close to herself as she placed many kisses on her forehead lovingly. "Your father will be so proud!"

With Pentos in sight a very long time later, a large grin decorated Daenerys' lips as she filled up with giddy joy. She decided she no longer liked the long seemingly never ending swaying of the boat that riddled her with sickness, the salty smell of the ocean made her sick now as well, which she found odd since it always cleared her head, now it was just clouded. Almost half the trip Dany was resting in bed, ridden with gut wrenching sickness and nothing seemed to ail it. But knowing Pentos was just around the corner kicked the sickness right from her body, as she had jumped up and bounded to the deck of the boat.

She failed to notice Loki holding Rhaenerys on the other side of the deck until he appeared right beside her. "I see you're feeling much better." Rhaenerys greeted her mother with an outstretched arm but made no indication that she wanted to leave her fathers arms.

Daenerys smiled faintly and nodded her head. "I'm feeling better knowing that I'll be off this damned boat soon enough." Peeling her eyes away from Loki, she set them onto the city that reared into view. Pentos - the place where Viserys had first made his plans to wed her off to the son of Odin. And here she thought she would never see this place again.

"So this is, for the most part, where you grew up?"

"Yes. You see that window over there?" She questioned and pointed her index finger straight ahead to the building she immediately recognized. It was Illyrio's manse, a place where she only harbored good memories. "That was my window."

The God noticed a fond look cross her face and knew that her being in the presence of this place would uplift her spirits.

When the boat docked Daenerys was the first one off the boat. Loki didn't think he'd ever seen her in such a mood, but if she was happy, he was happy. He watched as she pet all three of her Dragon's in a child's like state of mind, as if she were running to open her Christmas presents or something of the sort. She whirled around with that same fond look on her face and they turned down to walk down the main road that connected to the docks.

Her grin spread as she pointed out another building "There's the large red temple." She had pointed out the obvious large red temple that stood so tall in the middle of the port city. Whilst she reminisced about the past to herself, Loki carefully set Rhaenerys down on the dusty earth after she wailed to be let down so she could walk on her own.

"Do stay by our sides." He told her almost sternly but nicely enough that he wouldn't scare her away from walking on her own completely. Standing back up, Loki's steadied his pace slower than usual so her little legs could keep up and had immediately noticed Daenerys was off in front of a large mansion with spikes lining the top. It was indeed the same place Daenerys was pointing to earlier.

"This is where Viserys and I stayed whilst he contacted the All-Father.. I want to see if he still lives here... Oh but I have to get my dragons if he still does live here - he was the one that gifted them to me after all." Once again Daenerys had paraded off back into the bustling crowd of people to retrieve her dragons while Loki was left standing with a singular risen brow.

Perhaps it was the thick stench of spices that could have done this to her? He shrugged it off and bent down to pick up Rhaenerys who was having a blast grabbing onto his low hanging leathers and hanging off them. "I've told you many times before not to do that, Rhaenerys."

She merely sniggered and clasped her small hands over her grinning lips. He didn't want to admit it because he truly did not want to believe it, but he was seeing more of 'himself' in her every day. He wished for her to bud the personality of her mother because he knew she'd get farther in life with those attributes, yet she was becoming such a cheeky little thing that liked to cross what he or Daenerys said just to rouse them. Though, when she let her hands drop and lazily cuddle up to his chest, she always knew when she was in the wrong, something people would tell him he couldn't admit..

"Here we are." Daenerys had popped up out of nowhere with her three dragons on her shoulders and one cradled in her arms. She took a step forward and gently rapped on the large doors before them, but she grew anxious with each passing second the door stayed closed. In a matter of seconds after Daenerys thought maybe he wasn't in, the door creaked open loudly and the portly old man appeared.

Loki remembered this man as clear as day. Well how could he not, he remembered his wedding as clear as day and all those who attended. He was still a morbidly obese man with an excessively greasy pronged beard that Loki wasn't sure if it was naturally greasy or he used a substitute. Yet he still stood by Dany's side while he felt a protective surge course through his body, eyeing him down to make sure he had nothing threatening on him.

"Daenerys!" The man cried out of pure joy with arms that raised into the air, his large potbelly jiggled when he chuckled at the mere sight of the woman and his cheeks blossomed with color. When his piggy like eyes set onto the three dragons that eyed him curiously his grin spread across his face feverishly. "My my my, I never thought those eggs I bestowed to you on your wedding day would ever hatch..Which means," he chuckled lightly, "Viserys was not the Dragon."

"No, he was not." Dany spoke gently as she lovingly tapped the head of her dark reddish/black dragon. "Viserys is dead now."

"Oh - well I assumed that much! I knew he'd never get far anyways!" He stroked the right prong of his beard and turned his gaze towards the two he had not acknowledged. It took him a few moments to recognize him but he could never forget that face. The Prince of Asgard! Though he saw the small child and did not recognize her, though he was not stupid enough to know where this child came from. He leaned in to get a better look. "And who might this be?"

Rhaenerys merely shied away from his gaze, burying her little face into the soft leathers. Loki took a cautious step back and his face stiffened. "Her name is Rhaenerys." His voice was stern and vigilant, his emerald eyes watching the man like a hawk.

"I see, I see. And you are Prince Loki."

"Indeed I am." The two men stared each other down before Illyrio stepped away and looked at Dany, who then looked at Loki seriously with a face that he read as 'don't act like that towards him, he is friendly!'

He'd back down for now, he supposed, but that didn't mean he wouldn't stay on guard.

"It would be rude of me to not invite you three inside." He stated gruffly and stepped away from the doorway, allowing the couple and child entrance to his lovely abode. Daenerys entered first and knew exactly where she was going and since Loki didn't know this place, he'd follow right after her.

As giddy as a young child, Daenerys made her way into the dining area and took her regular seat she knew so well. She'd sit her for every meal back when she lived her. She looked to the empty seat across from her and remembered that's where her brother would always sit and scheme. As her dragons hopped off her shoulders and wrapped their claws around the dark wooden arm rests of the chair, Loki sat Rhaenerys in the seat beside her mother, pushing the chair in s she would not escape through the sides and remained standing up.

Daenerys rolled her eyes at her husband's ridiculous acts but kept her mouth closed.

Illyrio clapped his chubby hands together and almost immediately a young woman scurried forward, dressed in a maid's garb, and stood in attention. "Daenerys - I assume you want the same tea you would always drink?" Dany nodded and locked eyes with the young woman, she knew her. She had been the mans maid for about two years before Daenerys left for Asgard. Illyrio shared a small glance with Loki and determined he did not want to ask the God if he required something to whet his appetite.

When the woman left they sat, and in Loki's case stood, in complete awkward silence, aside from the small hints of gibberish the youngster spoke and the huffing of dragons. Daenerys found herself relieved when the tea had arrived so she's have something to take her mind off this confrontation. She wrapped her hands around the warm mug and set it down in front of her empty plate and reached forward to the small pap boat that was provided for Rhaenerys, along with a gentle tea she could handle.

Illyrio silently took his large mug of what didn't look like tea and carefully picked up a few cookies and biscuits from the assortment tray provided. After he munched one down he looked back up to Daenerys. "So, Daenerys. What brings you to Pentos? You've strayed far from home." He waved off the servant with his free hand and took a sip of his heated wine.

"Westeros is my home." She smiled as she carefully pulled the pap boat away from Rhaenerys' lips and set it down upon the tray. "A rebellion against Asgard. Though of course I'm going to gain the Iron Throne first."

"Ahh. I see. From here I suppose you're going to cross the Narrow Sea?"

"Yes that's the plan, though I don't plan on leaving right away."

He grimaced and placed his lips against the heated mug that held his hot wine. "My manse will always be open to you as long as you remember those who help you."

Daenerys' smile broadened as she took a sip from her tea. "Of course."

When minutes turned to hours and Rhaenerys had fallen into a deep slumber, Daenerys found it time to dismiss her and Loki to their bedroom and big her good nights to her most gracious host. Loki had already made his way to their bedroom before she had even said such words to Illyrio. "I'm sorry, he must be grumpy after the long boat ride." The man smiled and dismissed her knowingly.

She clambered up the stairs and opened the door to their bedroom to see Loki laying Rhaenerys in the second twin sized bed on the other side of the room. "For your information I am not grumpy from the boat ride." He stated simply and as he stood up Daenerys (quietly) stomped over to him and smacked his chest lightly.

"Then why are you so grumpy? And why did it have to last all day?" She looked up to him with wavering violet eyes laced with emotion, but they weren't about to cry. They were almost like she wanted to make him sleep in a different bedroom. But she wasn't that kind of person to kick someone out of their bed when she had struggled to even have a bed for a lot of her life.

Loki just made his way over to the dresser and began to strip himself of his armor. "Oh you might as well keep those on since it seems like you think we're in immediate danger." Dany crossed her arms and sat on the edge of their bed, watching him like a hawk. "I've lived here for a good portion of my life and he's never caused me any harm or tried anything with me, if that's what you're worried about."

He gently placed the heavy metal pieces atop the dresser in hopes that it would keep Rhaenerys in her slumber. "I'm not grumpy nor am I worried about anything." He detailed with a smooth voice that didn't sound to her like he was angry about anything. He chose not to tell her that he wasn't too keen on sharing a house with a fat old man and a young woman as a servant to said fat man. Nor did he want to say that he was partly jealous that she had spent more time living with this man than the time they had even been married.

"Yet you were so distant from him and barely spoke the entire night. Honestly, I don't get you a lot of the times." She exasperated as she crawled to the middle of their large bed and pulled the string of the canopy on her side of the bed closed. She pulled her knees to her chest and stared at him intently until he was left in his blank undershirt and black trousers.

He swept his hand in the air and the candles that kept the room illuminated went out, leaving only the pale moonlight to illuminate their faces. "I thought you'd know by now I'm not an overly talkative person." His lips curled upwards and crawled onto their bed. He snaked his arm in between her legs that were tightly brought to her chest and pulled her down into a lying position with him.

She mentally groaned because she knew this was coming but she snuggled in closer anyways because she could never say to to the cuddles she loved. She tapped her fingers against his wrist. "Still, you should be nicer to him. He's extending his beautiful home to us."

When she didn't receive a response and she felt his breathing against her neck become very slow as if he was asleep, her eyes darted over to look at his face. His eyes were shut and she witnessed no activity behind his eyelids. Perhaps he was sleeping or perhaps he was merely pretending to be asleep so he could avoid her questions but she couldn't care less because with his warm arms wrapped around her body and his frosty breath rushing against her skin she forgot about her complaints all together.

AN: IS IT TOO CLICHE TO BLAME EXTREMELY LATE UPDATE ON SCHOOL?!

No but seriously I'm in my last year of school and I've kinda strayed away from this story because ever since GOT finished and I've been waiting for THOR 2 to come out I've lost interest and had to do work...

But I've seen Thor 2 and I've gotten my inspiration back!

Questions:

Q: Will Thor 2 play into this?
A: I took a little while to think about if I could fit Thor 2 events into this story but honestly they would either be too hard to do or it just wouldn't make sense. If I find a way you'll see. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own GOT or THOR