A little bit more about this other AU i made a little while ago.
Idk i found a pose i liked for them and i imsgined a small snippet of 'em hdjsjsjss
Words of fire, words of binding
"wife"
Daemon called.
Viserys blinked and grunted. He wasn't used to be called like that by anyone. Yet, the thundering sound of his... Housband's wings made him turn to the entrance of the cave.
Viserys had long gone silent since an attack of a dragon hunter, who happened to have injured his chest before his housband arrived. He had learnt not to speak, not to peek outsode the cave, and most important, to mimetize with his suroundings
"no wife. I am no wife" he signed with his fingers as the tall, slender figure of his brother approached him with a smile, throwing aside the preys he had catched for his clutch maker mate as he surounded him with both his arms
"yes you are. You are wife. My wife" he growled gently against his lips. Viserys looked up at his brother, taller, muscular and more... Dragon-like.
And him? He was just... Dragon-like enough, Daemon used to say. Long blonde hair, a short tail, horns and scales onto his ears and face. Also, his most valued hability: laying eggs
Viserys couldn't complain, tough. Even if their last clutch just had a little dragonling surviving, Daemon seemed thrilled to have at least a little descendant of his own. Viserys was so absort on his own thoughts, he ditn't notice that his brother's kisses where heading south. He looked down, just to find himself lifted from the ground, his eyes looked from Daemon to his chest, and from his chest to Daemon's mouth, he tried pushing gently, but Daemon was on his way to put more dragonlings on his belly already.
Could he complain?
...
No
Could he complain on being called "wife"
Most certainly.
Shut out for my friend @mermaidslabyrinth for encouraging me indirectly to explore this topic further more ✨🫂🩷