Loki X Daenerys

The Exile

Warning: this is going to have a bunch of cringy Easter eggs so please bear with me xD

Loki knew much of his soon punishment, he paced breathlessly around his chambers. Struggling to keep calm. He thought mindlessly of his possible banishments. I can't go now... Not now...
He had come close to winning the throne against his egomaniac brother, who was filled with false charm. He held his hands tightly behind him, impacting his skin, soothing his nervousness. The twin doors that led to the hallways creaked open, causing him to flinch. He let go of his hands, and he suppressed a sigh of relief as he saw a maid standing in the darkened doorway. The woman seemed intimidated by Loki' tall figure.
"Lord Odin requests your presence." Her voice wavered, although she was able to maintain a serious, yet thin tone. Loki quietly inhaled the cold air. Fog passed his gentle lips as he exhaled the used air from his mouth. The woman blinked, lost in thought, and focused before she turned to leave. Her figure disappeared into the lonely hallways, vanishing into the darkness that surrounded the void of a complete pitch of the night. In Loki's eyes, the castle seemed to have had a shift in the atmosphere when the problem had started. It had the absence of any happiness.
As Loki made his way, his shoes tapping against the marble floor, he changed his expression to show no sign of uneasiness. His body shifted from side to side, and it looked like he was walking with confidence. His hands swayed with his body, and he walked a bit fast, passing the church corridor. He couldn't help but catch the sound of an exchange of words being spoken between the maid from earlier and his father. He smiled a weak smile of defeat, as he walked a bit slower.

The entrance to the Throne room was just ahead, and it was the first thing one would see if marching right into the main doors of the palace. Only Mumbles filled Loki's ears before it came to be more comprehensible. He lazily strung sounds into words, and words into sentences, catching "Pacing his chambers." Before losing patience in the effort, he continued to walk down the halls, passing the doorway into the Throne room. The white-haired man with the golden helmet sat high on his throne.
The woman he had passed stood below his throne, looking up at Odin. Loki stood in front of the doorway, his head lowered a slightly, as he observed the two in their conversation. Odin's head slowly moved to his son's direction. Loki's lips curled a bit darkly. The woman looked at Loki and huffed raggedly before she sped off.
Odin didn't turn his head to see the woman's skin illuminate as she passes the moonlight, and into the shadows. Odin's eyes never left Loki. He walked slowly toward his father, his legs swinging around after each step. "Father..." Loki whispered with a smirk. His words echoed through the hall, no matter how softly he spoke. He mimicked a salute before wheezing into laughter. Odin stared shamefully at him.
"I really don't know what all of the fuss is about." He chimed.
"You betrayed me," Odin growled. Loki's face hardened, and his eyes glistened in the moonlight.
"I just don't know why our subjects see my brother as a benevolent God." Loki boomed.
Odin looked down at Loki with astonishment. "You know why you are here, Loki," Odin said, retrieving his calm, yet powerful voice.
"With any man that would have an intention of betrayal, I would have executed," The man continued with ease.
"But with you, I don't want you in my city dead, or alive."
Loki failed to suppress his lips from twitching at his calloused words.
"You have until dusk to gather your things and leave."

"If you are found in Asgard past the break of day, I'll have your head thrown into slaver's bay." He hissed with incense, his voice thin like paper. Odin's eyes didn't glare at Loki but became so cold to look at. So unalive and brooding. A sound welled from Loki's throat that was a combination of a scoff and shudders. He staggered backward as he looked up at his father with shock. He blinked rapidly. He was about to protest,
"Go." Odin hissed.

"Now." Air whistled through the hallways. Loki's shuffling feet rumbled through the throne room and scratched like concrete against the marble floor.
It's over, Loki thought.
"Where?" Loki croaked. "Where do you expect me to go now that you have forsaken me?"
Odin cringed at his truthful words, although he was still eager to answer this question. "The place where all of the frost giants inhabit." He replied. Loki's face churned with disgust and disbelief.
Loki whirled around, his cape flying behind him as he did so, and fled from the cold, dark throne room. Never again would he enter the dining hall. Never again would he see his 'brother', winking and smirking at women who swooned in his presence. Fires surrounded by black metal flickered in the halls and engulfed snow as it fell to the icy stone pathways that surrounded the castle. Men wrapped into their black capes walked with their friends across the cliffs and pathways, chuckling at each other. Snow fell peacefully and beautifully white, that dotted the blue, black sky. The ice melted perpendicularly in the corners of open stone mazes, that had the feeling of astray from civilization. And Loki, son of Odin, and brother of Thor, was to completely abandon this perfect world, thriving and prospering in peace and beauty. The place where all of the memories he has made, good and bad, was to completely vanish behind him. With no trace left behind, it disappeared like it never existed before.
And his mother, Frigga. Loki sighed. She was the only woman Loki cared about. He would have to leave her as well. How could Odin expect Loki could abandon everything he ever knew? 'He just thought for himself', Loki thought.
'Decided I should leave, and just regarded me as a frost giant'. He felt the tears glisten in his eyes. But he didn't feel ashamed. Surely anyone would understand that being disowned by their own father would be a true tragedy. Not only that but leaving everything behind. But Loki held the tears back as he walked the bridge that separated Midgard and Asgard, but kept his pace slow, not wanting to reach the realm of the Frost Giants.
But before long, It stood before him. The glittering galaxy of snow that flickered while dancing through the black air.