Loki: Winds of Winter

Chapter 49 - Wakanda Meets Dhaerin

Princess Shuri was vibrating with anticipation for the arrival of the Westerosi diplomat, who was also called a 'high prince of Westeros'. "Mother!" she called, and the Queen Mother Ramonda, turned to see her daughter. 

"Yes, dearest?" Ramonda asked.

"We have an important guest according to brother. When will they be arriving?" Shuri asked as she walked beside her mother.

"Soon, Shuri. Your brother and Okoye informed me that they were flying back a few hours ago, so they should be here momentarily. He said that High Prince Dhaerin, and his bodyguard, Obara Sand, are the Westerosi who will be first to enter our country. After they make 'initial contact', more Westerosi will come."

"Will our vibranium be of any aid in this fight?" Shuri asked. Ramonda shrugged her shoulders as they walked through the high vaulted halls of Birnin Zana.

"Unfortunately, according to your brother's and Okoye's intelligence, only 'dragon glass' provided by Westeros is capable of defeating them," Ramonda responded.

"We'll see about that," Shuri commented back just as they arrived at the landing pad. The wind picked up and they looked up to see the Wakandan ship arriving. The Dora Milaje were standing in line, their spears raised, waiting for their king and commander to disembark. The door opened and T'Challa and Okoye were the first ones waiting to leave. "Greetings, brother!" Shuri said enthusiastically. T'Challa smiled as he knew why his sister was so fervent right now. 

"Warm welcome to my mother and sister. I have with me a distinguished guest. He is called the Dream Catcher of Westeros; second son of Loki of House Frostborn, Hand of the Queen, Prince of Two Realms; and Sansa of House Frostborn, Mistress of Cats, Woman of a Thousand Faces. He is High Prince Dhaerin of House Frostborn," T'Challa announced and both Ramonda and Shuri made faces as they listened to all the titles. They walked down the ramp and revealed the person behind them. He was not as tall as Shuri imagined he would be, but he was still very strongly built. Light red hair was up in a man-bun, and he had a pendant around his neck that looked like a Native American dream catcher. He was in a dark purple jerkin with black streamers of silk hanging off his shoulders. Knee high boots with belts up the front, but no visible weapons on his person. He had a twinkle in his blue eyes. Behind him, a dark skinned, petite girl with a large spear was glaring at everyone. Her dark hair was pulled back in a pony-tail, and brown eyes were narrowed.

"Don't look so happy, Obara. Somebody will think you might die of ecstasy," Dhaerin told her.

"You won't care about your image, but I do. I have a reputation to uphold," Obara Sand responded. 

"What reputation? This is the first time they've met you," Dhaerin responded before he turned to the Wakandans. He bowed deeply to the royals. "Greetings, Queen Mother Ramonda of Wakanda. Greetings, Princess Shuri of Wakanda. I am very pleased to make your acquaintance and to give aid to this great continent of Africa," Dhaerin told them. He reached over and took Ramonda's hand and kissed it before doing the same thing with Shuri's. He smiled at the princess before turning back to T'Challa and Ramonda. "My parents are wondering how much military support you want from Westeros?"

"I think our Wakandans and the other tribes will be military enough. We will need your wisdom and apparently your magic. Your magic was not exactly explained to me," T'Challa said and Dhaerin smiled. They started to walk down the hall towards the rooms where the Westerosi would be staying. 

"My magic is what you would call a 'mind f*ck'. You know your horror character, Freddy Krueger? Trapping people in their dreams while manipulating their corporal form is what I do," Dhaerin answered. "Would you like a demonstration?"