Hello there and welcome to 'A Tale of Fire and Ice'. I am quite excited as I am a dear fan of Loki/Daenerys fics and fan videos. I am still having writer's block with the two Hobbit fics that are In-Progress but are not dead, I promise you that!
Notes:
*Asgard is another kingdom and not a realm due to the setting of the fanfic.
*The ending of this chapter is different than what happened originally because Loki is nice and love to his wife.
Disclaimer: I do now own Game of Thrones nor Thor and all original characters and locations in both settings.
Enjoy!
Illyrio, Daenerys and Viserys wait outside the mansion, awaiting Prince Thor and his brother, Prince Loki.
"Where is the prince?" Viserys asked, squinting his eyes.
"The princes of Asgard aren't known for their punctuality." Illyrio spoke, looking up at the prince for a moment. The princes of Asgard ride up on strong, fine horses.
"May I present my honored guests? Viserys of House Targaryen, the third of his name. The rightful King of the Andals and the First Men. And his sister, Daenerys, of the House Targaryen." Illyrio slightly turned.
"He's a savage, of course, but he's one of the finest killers alive. And you will be his queen." Viserys whispered into his sister's ear.
"Come forward, my dear." Loki watches as Daenerys walks toward him. She does not hesitate and looks straight at him, although there is fear on her face. Loki gazes at her and then leads his horsemen on a charge away.
"Where's he going?" Viserys cries, running down the steps toward Illyrios.
"The ceremony is over." Illyrio answers the rightful king.
"He didn't say anything... Did he like her?" Viserys asks, looking down at his host.
"Trust me, Your Grace. If he didn't like her, we'd know."
Illyrio walks down the stone path with his two guests, Viserys and Daenerys.
"I give him a queen and he gives me an army.
"I don't want to be his queen. I want to go home." Daenerys speaks up, causing both men to turn.
"I want us both to go home but they took it from us. So tell me, sweet sister, how do we go home?" Viserys stepped closer to his little sister, looking her in the eye.
"I don't know." Daenerys answers, looking down at the ground for a moment.
"We go home with an army. With Prince Loki's army. I would let his whole army fuck you, all 40,000 men and their horses too, if that's what it took." Viserys chuckled, giving Daenerys a brotherly kiss on the forehead and walks away.
Prince Loki and Princess Daenerys sit beside each other, watching the celebrations of their union take place. Daenerys looks stricken at everything around her while as Loki looks entertained.
"Illyrio, when do I meet with the prince? We need to begin planning the invasion." Viserys watches the celebrations with great interest.
"If Prince Loki has promised you a crown, you shall have it."
"When?" Viserys turned his head.
"When their omens favor war." Illyrio answered.
"I piss on Asgard omens. I waited 17 years to get my throne back." The sex and violence intensify. Two men fight to the death over a woman each is trying to rape as Prince Loki watches avidly.
A knight in Westerosi garb appears, It is Jorah Mormont, bearing books.
"A small gift for the new Princess of Asgard. Songs and histories from the Seven Kingdoms." Ser Jorah nodded.
"Thank you, ser. Are you from my country?" Daenerys asked, looking up at the knight.
"Ser Jorah Mormont of Bear Island. I served your father for many years. Gods be good, I hope to always serve the rightful king." Ser Jorah nods and steps to the side. Daenerys is presented with a chest with three dragon eggs in it.
"Dragons' eggs, Daenerys. From the Shadow Lands beyond Asshai. The ages have turned them to stone, but they will always be beautiful." Illyrio explained for the Princess.
"Thank you, Magister." Prince Loki rises and strides forward. Daenerys follows him, looking sick with fear. Prince Loki leads her to a white mare.
"She's beautiful…" Daenerys whispered, looking up to the Prince who only smiled. The Prince gently lifts Dany onto her horse and mounts his as Viserys walks over.
"Make him happy." Viserys looks up to her fear- stricken sister.
Prince Loki and Princess Daenerys make camp at a cliff. Loki sets up a tent and bedrolls as Daenerys stands by the cliff, watching the sunset.
She hears footsteps but refuses to turn, refuses to go into that tent that means she must give herself to him. He stands in front of her and places a hand on her chin as she closes her eyes.
"Daenerys, look at me." Loki speaks with a soft, silky voice. A single tear slides down her cheek as she opens her eyes.
"We don't have to, only if you want to… please don't cry." He whispers, wiping the tear from her cheek.
"Go and sleep, my love." He pointed to the tent and she looked back up at him.
"I've set out two bedrolls, instead of one." He answered the question lingering in her mind. She turned, tears staining her cheeks as she walked to the tent, disappearing from his sight.
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