Chapitre 7: awkward morning
AN:
This is a little chapter I meant to put with the last one. However, after thinking about I thought why not make it it's own thing?
I do hope all of you enjoy the chapter :)
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RAGNAR
Waking up the morning after my initial meeting with Daenerys was odd to say the least.
Number 1 on the strange list was I couldn't feel brightfyre's warm scales and his deep rumbling breath from behind me. But I quickly passed that off as him probably being hungry. He hasn't eaten anything since we've arrived and I know a big, juicy whale would help him.
Number 2 on the strange list was my body feeling heavier than it was supposed to. I'm fairly confident I know after a week or so in this body how it's supposed to feel.
Furthermore, I don't own any armour. Only my usual getup I had on since my arrival, with a slight change in base colors. This means I shouldn't have anything on me to weigh me down.
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All those questions were answered though when I opened my eyes.
After blinking away the sleep and morning sun, I look down to my chest where the added weight is most prevalent only to receive a shock.
On my chest lay the head of Daenerys Targaryen. The queen of the ashes, mother of dragons, and the breaker of chains was soundly asleep on my Chest with those beautiful puffy lips slightly parted. A cute little snore escaping the gap in her lips.
Being this close to her also allows me to smell her scent, an overpowering scent of lavender that I assume to be from the clothes she wore.
I feel the young women move and bury her head in the cook of my neck instead of using my chest as a pillow.
Now I can feel her soft, short breaths as they come out. An added problem as it feels good. I slowly take a few deep breaths to calm myself down. 'Naked Old women and puppies dying. Naked Old women and puppies dying. Naked Old women and puppies dying.' I repeat the montra in my head to stop the flow of blood that started rushing below my belt line.
I didn't know what to do to get out of this. While I'm certainly not gay, I also don't want to cause any undue stress or trauma to the woman who's gone through enough.
This situation is made even worse by the death grip she has on my tunic that has her knuckles a pale white like my own hair.
With this lock on my clothes, there's no way I'll be able to get her off of me. I inhale before letting out a deep sigh, a sigh of my exasperation at the situation I find myself in.
Truth be told I still have trouble coming to terms with the fact that I'm in this world full of dragons and politics and death. Sure, everyone loves to imagine themselves here and what they'd do if in my situation, but actually being here? Seeing the dragons everyone loves so much up close? Feeling their hot breath and smelling the sulfur that hints at their ability to breathe fire. It's all insanity. This is compounded by the knowledge I'll be battling against such a beast when the hightowers make their move.
In short, it's all nuts.
Not only that, but aside from the humans trying to grab any shred of power and influence they can, there's a 10,000 year old entity named the night king who wants nothing more than to kill every living thing on the planet.
I'm broken from my thoughts as the dragon queen who's doing her best version of a koala with me playing the tree, begin to stir.
In a matter of moments I see those beautiful purple eyes open and begin to take stock of her situation.
Deciding I don't need more trouble, I 'fall' back to sleep before she can figure out if I knew or not. I'd rather leave this alone and let her be on her way. Even if it means taking nova.
While I enjoy the black dragons company, I will not be confined to westeros as dany will probably be. I can't be. There's too many plotters for me to not create realm wide harrenhalls for a small offense.
I hate how the lords treat people of this time. And any of them attempting to talk down to me will not go over well for them or their house.
I also hate how Daenerys still hasn't moved away from me. In fact? I believe she's closer. I can feel her taking in my own scent as she's still in the crook of my neck.
I hear her let out a satisfied purr/sigh. In truth I know not how such a thing is possible, but this is coming from a guy who can command a dragon the size of vermithor to do what he pleased without fear of being killed and eaten.
Deciding I'm done being a teddy bear, no matter how beautiful the snuggler may be, I open my eyes and go through the routine of 'waking up' before looking down at Daenerys and speaking, ""is there a reason you decided to use me as a pillow?""
She all but jumps away from me to her feet when she hears my voice,her face beautiful shade of tomato red.
I decided not to tease her anymore and put my hands behind my head, trying to plan for my next moves. I'm tired of this storm battered island.
So lost was i in my plots of murder and conquest, I don't notice the look the dragon queen is giving to me.
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DAENERYS - lastnight
As ragnar moves away from me I feel odd. What man doesn't want to sleep close to me?
I look over at him and notice he's already alseep, after I see that my mind goes mad. I'm in the time of the dance of dragons. The height and beginning of the end for my house.
In truth I don't know how to feel. While I want to see my ancestors, I know what would happen. I name myself Daenerys Targaryen, king viserys will force me to be wed to one of his banners, and I'll burn kings landing to the ground again. That isn't something I want.
But what else is there? Stay on this gloomy island,no thank you.
In honesty I need to sleep. I'm tired. Not just from my trek to find the dragons and ragnar, but from everything that happened before.
The war of the dawn.
Burning kings landing.
And finally being stabbed by the one person I thought truly loved me. Would never betray me. Yet it happened.
I look back over at the man who moved a good 10 feet away from me. In truth he looked eager to do so, and while I'll never admit it, it stung. Why wouldn't he want to be by my side if I allowed it?
Before I even know what's happening I'm on my knees at this right side.
Slowly, I trace the contours of his face. The sharp cheeks and defined jaw.
I've never gotten to just admire someone before. My entire life since I can remember has been about evading death or fighting it head on. And here, on this admittedly shitty island, I've found a man who wants nothing to do with me. A man who didn't want my death or my bed.
Such a thing was strange. I'd never met one like that. Too fast to know? Ha! I'm a queen who spent her life needing to learn to read people to survive. I know he isn't bad.
I decide then and there I won't let my past hold me back. I also was going to go to his bed if he didn't want to come to mine. Not only that, but with my dress I was cold in the night air, even with the dragons acting as bedrolls for us.
I slowly make my way beside him, wrap my arms around his chest and neck before laying my head on his chest and putting his right leg in between mine.
He didn't even move. And I'm thankful. I don't know how I would've dealt with the situation had he actually been awake to see me move to him.
I slowly fade off into sleep, a dream of a red door and the laughter of children filled my mind as I become unconscious.
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Morning
After a better sleep than I felt like I've had in years, I open my eyes and almost freak out at the situation.
I'd forgotten I decided to use the calaeris as my pillow.
I decided I wasn't ready to deal with this so early, for the early dawn sky was just peeking over the horizon, which led me to put my face in a more comfortable position where his neck and shoulder meet.
Once there I can smell pine and mint. A rugged and beautiful combination. One I find myself entranced with. I take big, deep breaths of the scent and feel an actual purr bubble out of my throat.
So lost am I in the scent I don't notice his stirring until it's too late and am broken from my revelry when I hear him speak, ""is there a reason you decided to use me as a pillow?""
I jump to my feet away from him and look into those glowing purple orbs. He doesn't look angry by my actions. Nor saddened. Gods! Why can't I read his face anymore? I can feel the heat rise to my cheeks the longer his question goes unanswered.
Eventually he lets out a sigh of exasperation and puts both hands behind his head before saying words that freeze my blood, ""so, when do you think you'll leave?""
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An: a quick one that I needed to get out. I know it's not the longest chapter. But I feel writing these little ones in the beginning is easier for me to set up an intro.
Hope you enjoyed.
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