Loki: Storm of Swords

Chapter 41 - Sunspear Sojourn

The boat that brought Loki, Sansa, Oberyn, and Bronn to Dorne dropped them a couple of miles from Sunspear. They were not going to make a grand arrival as they did not want Surtur to know they had come. "He'll suspect an appearance, surely; but I don't feel like confirming that just yet," Loki stated as they rode their horses towards the capital of Dorne. 

"I'm assuming this portal is further inland then?" Sansa asked as her horse trotted beside his own. Loki nodded.

"It would appear so," he answered.

"The Dornishman's wife-!" Bronn started to sing lustily before Loki glared at him over his shoulder.

"Please don't! You can't really sing 'a cappella' enough for my tastes," Loki stated.

"I sing well enough. Shae tells me so," Bronn retorted.

"And when does she tell you? When you're actually singing, or when you're in bed together and she just wants you to do as she asks?" Sansa posed. Oberyn Martell chuckled and Loki grinned a little.

"Women! Too cunning for our good," the sells-sword murmured. 

"That's why I married one," Loki commented as he leaned over in his saddle to kiss his beloved wife. A light blush touched Sansa's cheeks. Loki liked it when she blushed, but she did not really blush anymore. Six years of marriage, plus the few years of cohabitation before that was not very long in the grand scheme of things, but it was long enough for them to have tried many things. 

"Should I cover my eyes, my lord?" Bronn asked impishly and Loki frowned at his man. 

"Stupid-head," Loki muttered. Sansa heard him and smiled. The ride from where they landed to Sunspear lasted for almost an hour. When they did arrive, Loki had them go through one of the smaller gates, with their hoods up to avoid attention. The city was in a state of controlled panic. People were going to the docks, boarding ships and sailing away. 

"I wonder if we will have anyone left?" Oberyn pondered aloud and Loki nodded his head agreement. 

"They are afraid. They have never seen anything like this before, and probably never will again," Sansa commented as she watched a frightened woman lead her children towards the docks. Her heart clenched as she thought of her own babes being escorted to the Eyrie. They would be safe as long as they were not found. Sansa had yet to admit it to anybody, but she was afraid of what Baelish would do if he got his hands on them. They were the living embodiment of Loki's love for her. Loki had told her what Baelish had said to him when they had crossed paths. It chilled her blood that he wanted to do things to her children, to her Rhaenar and Ragna. Sansa promised that she would end his life herself before he touched her little ones.

"Good thing we are here then. Otherwise my brother might not have any more subjects to rule over," the Martell said. Loki just urged his horse on and tilted his head. His more sensitive hearing picked up the swish of Rhaegal's wings. His faithful beast was not far away. Once they arrived at the palace, he would order him to land. When they arrived at the palace, the guards let them through and they made their way to the stables. Loki dismounted and turned his head to look at the sky.

"Land, med den lette og nåde jeg kjenner deg i, min dødelige ladning (Land, with the ease and grace I know you possess, my deadly charge)," Loki whispered, and Rhaegal descended into the courtyard. The horses all panicked, but the ones from Kings Landing. They were used to seeing dragons. Loki walked over and stroked Rhaegal's snout. "God gutt. Det er min gode gutt (Good boy. That's my good boy)," Loki said to his dragon before he pressed a light kiss to his scales.

"If I didn't know any better, I would be jealous," Sansa commented as she walked by him towards the palace.

"Yes, well, Rhaegal can give me many things, but he can't give me that," Loki responded and Sansa raised her eyebrow as she glanced at him over her shoulder.

"You are perverted, Loki Frostborn."

"Takes one to know one," Loki retorted. 

"You two could be lecherous with us. My paramour and I would-" Oberyn started to say before Loki's hand went up with a snap of his fingers.

"No! I'm going to stop you right there! You know as well as I do that Sansa and I don't do threesomes or foursomes or any other sexual act that involves more than two people! If I have to take Thor's hammer and pound that into your skull-!"

"Except for the part where you can't get it up," Sansa cut in, outstripping all the men as she walked up the steps. Loki, Oberyn Martell, and Bronn just stood at the bottom and watched her ascend like the graceful creature she was.

"Sometimes I think she forgets who the real enemy is," Loki stated, causing both Oberyn and Bronn to glance at him.

"And we're the enemy?" the sells-sword asked. Loki just looked at him, his eyebrows wiggling a little, then he followed his wife up the stairs. Oberyn and Bronn caught each other's eye as the went up after him, both slightly amused and a little afraid. Servants greeted them in the hall and brought them to a salon where Doran Martell was sitting in his wheel chair. 

"Welcome! Thank you for coming, Ser Loki! I know you are a busy Hand," Doran said as he extended his own to Loki.

"My pleasure, I can assure you. You remember my wife, the Lady Sansa?" Loki asked and the Martell took Sansa's pale hand in his dark one.

"Yes, of course. It is wonderful to see you again, Lady Frostborn," Doran answered.

"The honor is mine," Sansa responded demurely as he kissed her hand. He nodded to Bronn and embraced his brother. Little childish cries were heard and Loki and his party looked up. Three children came running into the salon, laughing and giggling, tumbling against Doran's seat.

"Ah! My grandchildren! Have you escaped your maid?" he queried as he ruffled dusky curls. The three little children, two girls and a boy, grinned up at him. 

"We tricked her! We tricked her!" the little boy exclaimed with glee. 

"Did you now?" Doran Martell posed as he raised his eyes and caught sight of the youngsters parents. Myrcella and Trystane Martell entered the room, smiling and hand in hand.

"Myrcella!" Loki declared with pride. "What a vision you are!" They embraced and she pressed an affectionate kiss on his cheek. She was wearing a loose gown of sky blue, with a golden sash, and a string if necklaces dangling down her décolleté. She was older, six years tended to do that, but to Loki, she would always be a little girl.

"I have missed you; and I'm sorry that it has taken such a travesty as this to bring you here," Myrcella admitted before she turned to Sansa. "And I have missed you too much!" she said sweetly, hugging Sansa. The older woman smiled, returning the pressure. Loki waved his hand dismissively as he turned back Trystane and shook his hand. Once his greetings had been made, he faced Doran Martell.

"So, do you know what it is that is happening to our land?" Doran Martell queried as he situated one of his grandchildren on his lap. Loki looked down at them. The two girls were almost identical twins, and the boy was merely a year younger than them. They were a year or two older than his own children. Now, they looked at him seriously.

"I believe I do."