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( — ACT i. SCENE i )

01. SOLD LIKE A BROOD MARE

 [ I've been sold like a broodmare. ]

For those who don't know, this is GoT (I just change the names, though sometimes I'm too lazy to rewrite some) and the Thor movies put together. So, this is based off the show 'Game of Thrones'. Just saying this before anyone begins saying, "you stole it!"

"LAELIA! LAELIA! I'VE GOT SOMETHING FOR YOU!"

Laelia's brother, Aeneas, cried as he rounded the corner to the bath chambers. Laelia turned her head slightly at the sound of her name, and as he called to her once more, she went into the chamber through the curtains. "It is the finest silk from the old dressmaker in that ruddy old shop. C'mon, feel it." Laelia ran her hand across the grey silk. "Mmm, beautiful isn't it?"

She nods her head in answer, looking up at her brother, seeing his familiar blue eyes and silver hair. "You're slouching," Aeneas gives the dress to a maid and stares at Laelia until the maid is nowhere in sight. "You're a woman now." He unties the dress and lets it slip to the tiled floor, his sister's nipples hardening in the cool air. He runs his finger over the rose-colored bud, Laelia's breath coming out in a shaky manner.

"You need to show off your body; let the world see it," he whispers. "You would be married off to one of Asgard's princes in order for me to get an army to take back my throne. You would be good to him, please him in all manners. I would let him and his men - Hel! Even his horses - fuck you if that's what it took to get it. Do you understand?"

"Yes," she nods, swallowing thickly.

"You don't want to awaken the dragon, do you?"

"No."

"Alright, then. Hurry with your bath, he's going to be here in the next hour. Wear the dress!"

Aeneas walks out of the bath chamber with a flourish, Laelia turning to her steaming bath. The water still boiled slightly. She stepped up onto the edge of the large pool and once she took a step in the water, a maid hurries behind her. "It's too hot, M'Lady."

Laelia keeps stepping deeper into the bath, not feeling any pain from it, only comfort. She remembered her house's motto: Fire and Blood. The Greystones were known for their ability to walk through fire, for their ability to withstand its heat, and for their ability to speak to dragons. Dragons were long gone now, but as a gift, she was given a dragon tooth ring as a child. She wore it every day - it was too large for her when she was younger so she kept it on a necklace - but now she wore it on her finger. She prayed to the gods that her encounter with her future husband was a good one.

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LOKI AND SOME OF HIS FOLLOWERS rode through the outskirts of Asgard, in a place where they were separated by houses, not mixing amongst one another like all the others in the city. The grass was high; the winds were turbulent, and the sun was beating down on them with much more heat than they could fathom. "How can people live in these conditions?" One of his men asks. Another speaks up. "They were born and raised in this weather; they are used to it unlike us."

"Would you be quiet you oafs?" Loki snaps.

The men quickly shut up, riding into the streets of a small villa. "They live in the Great City, Aeneas, they will not be punctual."

Soon Loki and his followers reach the villa's main house, seeing a man with two people in front of him; one was a girl, whom he presumed was his future wife and Aeneas. The girl walks up to him and he realizes that she isn't wearing a bra; he could see the outline of her nipples through her dress' grey fabric. She looks beautiful to him, with her innocent blue eyes, silvery-white hair; she would make an amazing wife.

He says nothing as he turns to leave, and he hears Aeneas beginning to ramble in the background.

"Wait! Where are they going? Why didn't he say anything? Doesn't he like her?"

"Believe me, Aeneas, we would know if he did not like your sister."

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AENEAS AND ATTICUS WALK side-by-side, Laelia following close behind them like a lost puppy. She had just met the man she would marry, and she was honestly terrified at her encounter. He had looked at her with such an icy glare that sent chills down her spine; she did not know what went wrong. Was she not pretty enough? Was she not the right woman for him? Did he think that she was too young for him? Al these questions ran through her head aimlessly, no sign of any type of answer nearby.

"When we sell her off -"

"I don't want to be his queen. I just want to go home."

Aeneas turns to his sister, putting his hand gently on her throat and running his finger across her chin. "I do too, dear sister, but if I do not get his army, what chance of home would we have? Hm? Just to let you know, I would let him, his army, and even his horses fuck you if that's what it took. Understand?"

"I understand."

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( ― ACT i. SCENE iv )

04. LAST TIME

[ I am the blood of the dragon. ]

LAELIA RIDES BESIDE HER HUSBAND, THE SOUNDS OF whips and cries of a man heard around the group of Khals and Asgardian followers. She is expressionless; her face clear of emotions, but in her heart, she ached for the wounded man. "Tell them all to stop," she tells Allister, her words coming out shaky.

"You want the entire horde to stop for how long?"

"Until I command them otherwise," she retorts, slowing her horse to a stop. Loki looks at her with admiration; she was learning to become a queen.

"You're learning to talk like a queen," Allister notes.

"Not a queen. A Khaleesi."

She jumps off her horse, the traditional Enochian clothing she wore itching her, but she took no notice; she wanted to help him. She walks through the forest that sat on her right, a female Enochian taking her horse's reigns as the Bjorndottïr strays from the group. Laelia moves the thin plants out of the way as walks. She finally reaches a field and takes a deep breath. She hears leaves moving behind her and turns in the direction to take a better look at the thing that would be coming out of it. The sword of horse hooves pounding the dirt filled her ears, and she sees Aeneas riding his horse, swinging his sword as he yells at her. "You give commands to me, to me?" He drops down his horse, running towards his sister and grabbing her throat. "You do not command the dragon. I am the Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, I don't take orders from savages or their sluts. Do you hear me?" He points the tip of his sword to Laelia's face, her backing away from it as much as she could.

A whip grabs him by the neck and yanks him backward, an Enochian man sitting on his horse with the whip. He starts speaking in the Enochian language. "The Khal asked you if you want him dead, Khaleesi," a woman translates.

"No!" she takes a step forward.

He begins to speak again.

"The Khal said you should take ear to teach respect."

"Please," Laelia steps forward again. "Please, don't hurt him." Allister stares at her. Her brother gasps for breath. "Tell him I don't want my brother harmed." The woman translates for her. The Khal raises an eyebrow in confusion. "Huh?"

He lets go of Aeneas, who rolls to his side as he starts taking deep, ragged breaths. Laelia stares at him. "woman, kill these Enochian dogs!"

When he doesn't get any response, he shoots up and yells, "I am your king!" Allister ignores him, turning his head to Laelia. "Shall we return to the khalasar, Khaleesi?" Aeneas looks at Laelia with threatening eyes; Laelia doesn't budge under his intense glare. She sets her mouth and nods, walking away from the small group that gathered around them. The Enochian woman leans down and helps the Khaleesi up her horse by grabbing her leg and pushing her up. Aeneas grabs his sword, but as he walks towards his horse, the Enochian man that held the whip stops him. "Ah, ah, ah. You, walk."

He rides away with Aeneas' horse.

Aeneas looks at the man in shock.

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 AENEAS DRAGGED A WOMAN BY HER DARK LOCKS TO LAELIA'S tent, her cries heard all around the camp, but no man or woman made any effort to move. It was a hot, mucky day and they were drenched to the bone in sweat, and any movement would surely make them have a rash. But not Aeneas. He grabbed a woman and dragged her to his sister's tent, fury coursing through his veins.

Laelia was admiring some traditional Asgardian jewelry when her brother dropped the crying woman on the floor. "You send this whore to give me commands. I should have sent you back her head!"

Laelia looks pityingly at the woman. "Forgive me, Khaleesi ━"

"Sh, it's alright," Laelia soothes the Khal woman. "Take her and leave us." She tells the Khal woman sitting as she sews a patch in a dress. "Yes, Khaleesi." She grabs the woman by the arms and helps her up, Laelia watching the duo with care. "Why did you hit her?"

"How many times do I have to tell you? You do not command me."

"I wasn't commanding you, I just wanted to invite you for supper," Laelia points at the food laid out around them. Aeneas peers at a leather thing, confused. "What's this?" "It's a gift," Laelia answers. "I had it made for you."

"Enochian rags?" He waved the clothing article around. "Are you going to dress me now?" He throws the leather at her. "It stinks of manure!" He picks up a necklace. Laelia drops the clothing and blocks the incoming attack. "All of it!"

"Stop! Stop it."

"You wanna turn me into one of them, wouldn't you? Next time you'll want to braid my hair?"

Laelia grits her teeth, standing up against her abusive brother. "You've no right to a braid, you won no victories yet." Aeneas looks at his sister surprised; she has never stood up for herself or anyone else before. She took him by surprise, but only for a little while. "You do not talk back to me," he raises a hand and strikes Laelia hard on her cheek, sending her sprawling on the rug. He straddles her, her fighting back against him. "You are a princes' slut, and now you've woken the dragon!" She throws him off with all her strength. "I am a Khaleesi of the Enochs, I am the wife of the great god and I carry his son inside me. The next time you raise a hand to me will be the last time you have hands."

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( ― ACT i. SCENE iii )

03. TONIGHT*

[ Men want what they’ve never had. ]

NSFW. Smut.

LAELIA SAT ON AN UNCOMFORTABLE CHAIR, hands held out as three women took care of the leather burns on them, staring out at her dragon eggs, which sat in the chest they came in and candles lit around them. The flames from them flickered high, filling the tent with an orange glow and warmth. "Have you ever seen a dragon?"

Apparently, the women that took care of her were all Enochians from home, and they spoke the Common Tongue all broken. They knew little words. "Dragon gone, Khaleesi." They made a habit of calling her the official female leader of the Enochs. "Everywhere? Even in the east?"

"No dragon. Brave man killed him. It is known."

"It is known," a woman echoed.

A girl that worked on her left hand, whose name was Vita, spoke up. "The trader from the Great City told me that dragons come from the moon." She knew the most Common Tongue from all of them, and she was too an Enochian woman that had been sent to Asgard at a young age. "The moon?" Laelia furrowed her eyebrows. "He told me the moon was an egg, Khaleesi. That once there was two moons in the sky, but one wandered too close to the sun and it cracked from the heat. Out of it poured a thousand thousand dragons, and they drank the sun's fire."

"Moon is no egg. Moon is goddess, wife of Sun, it is known."

"It is known," the same woman from before echoed once more.

Laelia took a deep breath as she stared at her eggs once more. "Leave me with her."

Vita looked up in fear, slowly ceasing her actions of healing the proclaimed Khaleesi's palm. The two women stand up and walk out of the tent, dragging their long dresses behind them. After they came to Asgard, Loki commanded them to wear traditional long dresses and accessories, but the women wouldn't put them on. It hurt them, they said.

"Why did the trader from the Great City tell you these stories?"

"Men like to talk when they're happy," Vita answered. "Before your brother bought me for you it was my job to make men happy."

She was a whore, Laelia thought but shook her head slightly to get rid of the thought. She's my friend now. "How old were you?"

"I was nine when my mother sold me to the pleasure house."

"Nine?"

Vita chuckled. "I did not touch a man for three years, Khaleesi. First, you must learn."

"Can you teach me how to make the prince happy?"

Vita looks up at her Khaleesi and nods. "Yes." 

Laelia darts her eyes around the room, nervous. "Will it take three years?" Vita shook her head. "No."

"NO, KHALEESI," VITA TURNED THE SILVER-HAIRED BEAUTY'S FACE TOWARDS HER. "You must look in his eyes always. Love comes in through the eyes. It is said that Servilia of Linness could finish a man with nothing but her eyes."

"Finish a man?" Laelia asks, confused. Vita raises her eyebrows in a knowing manner, Laelia getting the message instantly and a red blush rises to her cheeks. "Oh."

"He's traveled across the world for a night with Servilia. Magisters sold their palaces. Khals burned her enemies just to have her for a few hours. They say a thousand men proposed to her and she refused them all." Vita leans closer to Laelia, clasping their fingers together, as she stares into the princess' eyes.

"Well she sounds like an interesting woman," Laelia chuckles breathlessly. She's never been this close to a woman before ― her handmaidens didn't count because they were there to wash her ― but with Vita, she felt alive. She wanted her. She wanted to be with her forever and always. What is this I am feeling? She thought to herself. "I don't think Loki would like it with me on top." Vita smiles at her Khaleesi, "you will make him like it, Khaleesi. Men want what they've never had, and the princes and Enochs take slaves like a hound takes a bitch. Are you a slave Khaleesi?" Laelia quickly shakes her head, looking away bashfully, but brings her violet eyes to the lean figure atop her. Vita sits back up, her womanhood pressing against Laelia's. She places the princess' hands on her hips, rocking them back and forth as she leans back on her hands. "Men don't make love like a slave."

Laelia feels a rush of courage coursing her veins, and in a rush, she flips Vita over so she was on top this time. Vita huffs in surprise. "Very good, Khaleesi. Out there he is the mighty god, but in this tent, he belongs to you," Laelia leans down towards Vita. "I - I don't think that this is the Asgardian way ―"

She shoots back up, Vita following her. "If he wanted the Asgardian way, why did he marry you?" Vita brushes Laelia's cheek in affection.

Laelia's pupils are blown wide.

LAELIA IS LAYING DOWN ON HER AND LOKI'S SHARED COT, more candles in the room than before. She wore a simple silk night-gown, gazing at her eggs again. She picks up her head as a horse whinnies, seeing the naked form of her husband walk into the tent with a bowl. He walks towards her in a sort of threatening manner, glaring at her with his cold, ice-blue eyes. He would be attractive if he scowled less, she thought as he rounded her, sitting on the bed beneath her.

He pulls her into him, turning her around and tries to lift up her dress but she fights back. "No," she stops him, pressing a hand on his muscled chest. He throws her back down on her stomach. "No." He stops. She speaks in the Enochian language, hoping he would understand. "Ajjalan, anha would athtihar she yeri hatif."

And he did. He understood it quite perfectly. 'Tonight, I would look upon your face,' his mind translated immediately, and he let her place the hand he had in a vice-grip on his cheek, looking into her rare eyes, which held fear and little traces of love. She laid her small hand on his bicep, turning them over so she sat on top.

He laid back, watching her angelic frame on top of him, as she started moving her hips, feeling her slick move on him. He held her hips as she looked down at him. She gasped in pleasure when she felt him enter her, grabbing hold of his hand and releasing it as she set her hands once more on his chest. He moved his hands upwards, letting one rest on her navel and the other freed her breasts from her dress, playing with the nipples.

He sat up quickly, surprising the Greystone, and wrapped his arms around her as she moved hers to hold him by his shoulder. He thrust up, staring intently into her eyes, and this time, there was nothing but love in them, making the pupils bigger than what they normally were. They closed their eyes together and put their foreheads to rest against one another, chasing their peaks.

They looked at each other once more, Laelia whimpering.

They both reach their highs together.

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00. PROLOGUE

[ i will take what is mine with fire and blood. ]

"WHAT SHOULD WE DO, MY KING?"

Laelia asks Loki as they turn to one another. When her brother first sold her to the god, she had hated him and her brother. But, she soon realized she loved him when he killed her brother, breaking all ties that had made her and Aenaes brother and sister, and took her to his castle. They made love that night, instead of their usual fuck-fest. She hated them, he, on the other hand, loved them. It gave him pleasure; to her it was just painful.

"We should burn them to the ground, my love."

Laelia smirks as she turns towards him. "Easy."

Loki furrows his eyebrows at his wife. "What do you mean?" She turns back to the men in front of her and starts. "Lord Atticus Baldarich, Randall Baldarich, I Laelia of House Greystone, Khaleesi, Breaker of Chains and Mother of Dragons, sentence you to die." The men look at her terrified.

"Dracarys."

In a split second her dragon, Aenerys, raises his large red wings and blows his fire at the two men, Loki and Laelia hearing their screams.

"I'm so glad I married you."