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"Jon, what are you standing there for? Your daughter is kicking up a storm," groans Daenerys as she reaches out him with an outstretched arm. "Come soothe her with that northern voice I love so much."
"A daughter?" Jon asks. "You sound very sure that we'll be having a princess," smiling as he comes up behind her to press his hands against her belly on either side, and rub in gentle, slow circles.
"I am," she replies, hands covering his, pressing them a little bit harder against her stomach until he feels two kicks in answer. He's learned to trust his wife's intuition, and simply hums in agreement.
"I think we should name her after my mother, and yours, but I'm unsure how to honor them both." Dany's eyes narrow slightly in thought.
Jon kisses her cheek in appreciation for wanting to include his mother, and murmurs, "What have you come up with so far?"
"Rhaeanna?" A pause. "Rhyella?" She shakes her head, then hesitantly says, "Lyella?"
He repeats the name against his wife's soft skin, and smiles. "It's beautiful, Dany. I think it will suit our daughter very well."
She lets out a contented sigh and draws his arms tighter around her, snuggling deeper into his embrace. "Lyella Targaryen," she whispers, her own smile widening.
Jon brings her hand up for a kiss, before linking their fingers together and resting them against her belly again.
"Stay with me a bit longer?" She asks, voice soft.
Jon closes his eyes and presses his lips to her head. He pulls her closer against him and says, "As long as you need me, my love."
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Right boys, you’re all here. Today, this is my fucking wedding day. Nevertheless. Nevertheless, John. Despite the bad blood, I’ll have none of it on my carpet. Now, for Grace’s sake, nothing will go wrong, Those bastards out there are her family. And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your houses, your fucking kids, you do anything… […] No cocaine. No cocaine. No sport. No telling fortunes. No racing, no fuking sucking petrol out of their fucking cars. And you, Charlie, stop spinning years about me, eh? But the main thing is, you bunch of fuckers, despite the provocation from the cavalary, no fighting!
♕ All Hail Daenerys of the House Targaryen, First of Her Name, The Unburnt, Queen of the Andals, the Roynar and the First Men, Queen of Mereen, Khaleesi of the Great Grass Sea, Protector of the Realm, Lady Regnant of the Seven Kingdoms, Breaker of Chains, and Mother of Dragons ♕
DAY TWO (Tuesday, July 28th)
Dragons and Direwolves | A Song of Ice and Fire | DoS: Training of Targlings
Daenerys & Loki Interludes
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“Can you tell me about her, your mother? What was she like?”
“Frigga was--My Mother, was one of the brightest lights of Asgard. Strong. Kind. Blessedly, endlessly patient with a mischievous son that caused her nothing but trouble for longer than she deserved. She was the wisest person I knew. And I...I loved her beyond measure. I just wish she had known how much.”
“The way you describe her, I have a feeling she knew, Loki. I have no doubt. She knew.”
“Where did Thor disappear to?”
“Oh, my children were feeling restless and Thor offered to entertain them. Would you care for some wine?”
“Ah, then they’ll be occupied for quite some time. Yes, I would, actually. Your Midgardian spirits have grown on me, particularly this Arbor Gold.”
“Is there anything else that has grown on you, my lord? Besides our fine wines?”
“Well...there is a particular woman I’ve grown quite fond of. Silver haired. Delicate but with the strength of dragons in her blood. Fire made flesh, as it were. One of the gentlest hearts I’ve come to know.”
“Is that so?”
“Oh, yes. Quite so.”
“Loki? Loki, my love? Are you asleep?”
No answer but a slight, contented sigh.
Loved him straight into a deep sleep, did I? Daenerys giggles, and feels remarkably proud of herself. She leans forward and presses a kiss against his nose, breathing in his comforting scent, then settles in closer against him as she follows him into slumber.