| Viserya Targaryen |

Vikings/ GoT/Outlander| On Wattpad-https://www.wattpad.com/user/welldamnroe | German-American writer|

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Man, young Ian from Outlander has my heart like damn & seeing as there aren’t a lot of fics about him & me having no self control, I decided to make one called’ “Mo Ghràdh” on Wattpad, my username is Welldamnroe—same as on here- https://www.wattpad.com/user/welldamnroe

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So it has come to my attention that a lot of people have been liking my post about Joe from Man of Medan and I’d like to let you guys know I have posted the book already on Wattpad called “ It Lies in the Mist”

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Sooo was anyone gonna tell me that Alexander Ludwig is starring in MIDWAY or was I just suppose to find that out myself on YouTube at 12 o’clock at night...

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Honestly, I’m about to jump in this bandwagon to write a fic for Joe from Man of Medan cause he deserved freakin better 👏🏻 So I’m gonna start working on one 👏🏻👏🏻

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HEAVY IS THE CROWN

Chapter One : ‘ The Dragon Of Kattegat ’

| VIKINGS |

| GAME OF THRONES |

[ Season 4B - Ep 2 ]

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KATTEGAT

| A YOUNG GIRL OF JUST FOURTEEN stands within the entrance to the great hall—her body leaned against the wall with her youthful face just barely peering out from the darkness of the inside. Viserya Targaryen, the old revered leader called her. The daughter that proved a Targaryen and a Stark could indeed come together. A child casted from her homeland with no land, no wealth, no army, no crown, with only a name to cling too and three dragon eggs. Kattegat became the home she needed to help her grow and one day to help her reclaim back her families throne.

Viserya had earned the title, the princess of Kattegat after Ragnar had taken her in as his own. And once her dragons were hatched by her on that fateful day, she earned another title, ‘the mother of dragons ’ much like her mother Daenerys. Someone she barely knew of, someone that her teacher, Father Beocca—a priest sent to guide Viserya on the way of god, had never taught her of. He only recited the good things Daenerys had did and that was all—never once opening up about anything else as he kept his lips sealed like it were some sacred door. Beocca would do the same about her father Jon. If as speaking of her family would bring bad fortune. But it often made Viserya wonder, if her mother and father were so great than why was she casted away and to a land where all she held was fear among the people.

Viserya fidgeted with the silver armring that contrasted well against her delicate pale skin— The armring being something Beocca didn’t want Ragnar to give her for her path was in that of God. Of course Ragnar claimed it was fake but Beocca knew better. She curled the ring back in forth around her wrist as she scouts the nearby businesses and bustling people for the familiar face of her stepfather Ragnar. With disdain plastered across her face, she rests her arms across her chest still patiently awaiting his return.

Her brothers were no where near and were off elsewhere doing their daily business, leaving her to fend for herself since Lagertha had left. She was the youngest out of all of her brothers, with Ivar being the second youngest and of course they held it against her. Since Ragnar saw Viserya as something scared, she was to never venture off on her own. The only time she were allowed to leave was when Beocca arrived for teaching and for that to happen, Ragnar would take her far from Kattegat away from the people. Afraid that if they found out that he was raising a Christian child, they may try to over throw him and kill Viserya.

Strands of her silver hair danced along with the cool breeze that brushed through Kattegat. Most of her hair flowed freely with there only being one little braid, signaling the victory of her dragon’s births. The clothes she wore look more fit for a boy than a young princess.

Her amber eyes slowly fixing on those that pass in front of her. Each one seeming to give side glanced to one another. As said before, even though she was crowned princess of Kattegat, no one had truly accepted her believing she was a demon and a curse set upon the people by Christians. It was truly the work of the Aslaug however, the queen and mother of Viserya's stepbrothers. And perhaps with the subtle help of Floki.

She turned the people’s hearts against Viserya as she hated the little dragon princess with all her heart for when Ragnar had bought Viserya home as just a babe, she pleaded endlessly with him to discarded the child—but he did not heed to her. And when her dragons were born, the people feared her more even when Ragnar pleaded with them that she was sent by their gods to help them. The young dragon princess that could not be burned they called her. The unburnt...

Viserya felt as if her patience was truly being tested, Ragnar should have been here by now to tell her of the upcoming trip he had planned for her and her brother Ivar. Something he had just mentioned out of nowhere and that only her and Ivar were going. She felt something was off about it, more importantly off about Ragnar.

Her dragons whined in the back shifting her from her thoughts. All three of them having perched themselves up on a makeshift tree made out of broken down chairs. A smile played across her lips as she listened to them chirp and coo back in forth at one another.

The one black as night with reddish golden eyes was named Ragno after her stepfather. He slightly stretched his wings out as he meekly yawned with a little squeak escaping. All three of them had to be no bigger than a dog, they were growing so fast just as she was. The golden cream one was named Daenerys after her valiant mother. The little dragon puffed out a little burst of smoke as she burped to which Viserya couldn’t help but giggle.

The last one that was bundled up on the lower tower of tree was named Aegon, after her real father. Aegon being the true name of Jon and she only learned that after she annoyed Father Beocca enough times. He was a greenish color with striping that came down to form what look like the shape of a dagger. Unlike his brother and sister, he seemed to be the laziest and would whether have Viserya cook his food for him instead of him using his fire.

Viserya sighed in defeat as she turned away from the entrance, no longer having the will to wait any longer and began walking towards her dragons. But nevertheless, even if she didn’t have the love of her people, she still had the love of her children, her dragons. The squeals of Ragno and Daenerys filled the air as they watched Viserya grab a bowl and fill it with freshly diced up meat.

Aegon woke up immediately upon hearing the joyous calls of his siblings and groggily joined— watching her every move as she sat down beside them. They happily flipped their wings away, eagerily watching as Viserya took the pieces out one by one. With a flash like lightening, She threw the small piece of diced meat into the air and smiled as she watched Ragno leaped up and smother the slice with fire before engulfing it whole. The other two patiently awaited for their turn and it came, with both swooping up to catch their already dead prey. Ragno perched himself beside Viserya whilst the other two begged at her feet.

Too engrossed by the nagging, hungry mouths of her dragons, Viserya did not hear the incoming of feetsteps the person hastily making their way towards her. Only when the curtains to where she slept where moved, she jolted back in response. Her dragons stopped and lowered their heads before hissing loudly at the intruder. But it wasn’t an intruder, it were Ragnar instead.

“ Viserya, how many times have I told you, no dragons on the bed.” Ragnar merely grumbled as he walked pass her. Viserya only groaned in exaggeration as she helped perch Ragno back up on the stand. She turned and watched as Ragnar paced around gathering supplies.

“ Gather your things we are leaving. Now!” He suddenly raised his voice, as if there were no time left in the world. Viserya slightly jumped away from him. He noticed this behavior and quickly crumbled under what he had did. Ragnar gazed upon Viserya, still the same shy little amber eyed and silver haired girl that Beocca had bought to him that fateful day. The day after Athelstan had passed away, leaving Ragnar empty.

Just a little babe wrapped in a blanket, innocent to the world. He remembered the way he held her, the way her eyes gazed upon him wonder, a sight that reminded him of Gyda.

He placed his hand against her cheek, “ It is alright my little dragon, I did not mean to raise my voice at you.” Ragnar said trying to comfort her to which Viserya nodded and hugged him.

“ What about Ragno and Daenerys and Aegon, can’t I bring them with me?” Viserya whispered in his ear. Ragnar shyly broke away from the hug and glanced to the floor, motioning his head back in forth.

“ They will only use up all our resources, little dragon... I” Viserya cut him off immediately,

“ But they are my children, I can not leave them.” She desperately pleaded with him, placing her arms across her chest in a pouting motion. Ragnar sighed heavily before glancing over to the dragons as they awaited atop the stand.

“ Fine, you can bring them. But you must care for them yourself.” He calmily said before getting to his feet and fetching the little wooden cage. “ Here is where they’ll be placed most of the time, and when it’s feeding time they can come out.” He firmly spoke as he handed her the cage.

Viserya wasn’t entirely happy about having to shove her dragons into a tiny wooden crate, they were far too big for that option but nevertheless if she wanted to go, there were sacrifices to be made.

Then again it wasn’t like she was fairing any better, she was facing the same fate. She placed the wooden crate down upon the fur bed and began enticing them with the promise of meat and when they realized they had been fooled, their sorrowful cries filled the hall. Even against their cries, she slowly latched the door.

“ Maybe the journey won’t be too long,” she whispered even against her mind telling her different. “ Hopefully, England won’t be so bad and maybe Ragnar will let us explore.” She exclaimed before grabbing the cage and following Ragnar out.

Ivar was already patiently wanting with his mother nearby when Ragnar made her stop by one of the shops and wait as he went to the crew of the ship.

Her dragons fumbled around in the crate, each banging into one another. Their little cries intrimingled with the voices of the people nearby. This was the furthest her dragon’s had ever been.

She anxiously watched as Ragnar and the crew started preparing the ship for the long journey ahead. One she did not realize would bring pain. Along her wondering and watching, she did not notice Aslaug in the corner glaring at her. And even from afar the hatred could be seen upon the queen’s face.

Aslaug couldn’t stop but glare at Viserya as she stood there waiting beside the shop. She hastily grabbed Ivar by the shoulders, “ Don’t you ever trust her. She will be the downfall of us all, i have foreseen it. She is not one of us and she never will be.” Ivar blankly stared her, confused at his mother’s reasoning.

She leaned down and looked her son dead in the eyes knowing he wasn’t quite there to listening about her ramblings, “ She will be the downfall of us all, in my dream I saw fire, fire was everywhere. It engulfed the very nation and people screamed in agony as they were covered in fire by her dragons. Our people, not the Saxons..” Aslaug hastily replied, keeping a firm grip upon Ivar.

She hunkered closer to her, “ Your father will not listen to me about her, do not be him and make the right choose when you have the chance... Because it will not be our side that she’s on but the Saxons.”

Ivar looked at his mother wide eyed before slowly glancing to Viserya. He only furrowed his brows at young girl, the girl whom he called a sister before looking back to his mother, annoyed with her persistence. Because sometimes visions are not always correct....

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- Sorry this was sooo short but I had to get this filler chapter out before anything else!

- Excuse my crappy writing here lmao hope you enjoy!!