[BONUS] Coming Home Pt. 3 (Skyrim/GoT) (Patreon)

A/N: In which things get patently ridiculous. I mean seriously, what kind of NPC doesn't wait for the Dragonborn to get around to them? This Daenerys Stormborn has WAY more agency then any of the royals back in Skyrim did!

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Tyrion Lannister, Hand to the Queen, was not happy. But then how could he be, given the circumstances? Unless Jon Snow had somehow aged something like thirty to forty years since they last met, the man currently disembarking from the boat before him was not Jon Snow. The King in the North had snubbed Daenerys and sent someone else to treat with her in his place.

This did not bode well, but more than that, Tyrion was put off by the armored being behind the old man even more. The figure’s armor was menacing and intimidating, all jagged black edges, with a helm that screamed draconic. And when he disembarked, he did not follow the rest of the northerners towards the greeting party. Instead he turned and began to walk down the beach in the opposite direction.

The dwarf’s eyes widened and he rushed forward, even as the old man at the head of the North’s delegation gave a bone weary smile and took off a glove in order to offer his hand.

“Ser Davos Seaworth, at your service. I know I’m no King in the Nor-“

“Who is that? What’s he doing? Call him back here this instant.”

Tyrion completely cuts off the old man, this… Davos Seaworth, in favor of the far more pressing matter at hand. Beside him, he can feel Missandei’s worry as well, though the beautiful young woman stays quiet for the time being. Meanwhile, if Davos had looked weary before, now he simply looked tired. He glanced back at the departing figure. The armored being had turned off from his course and was now heading for what looked like a cave entrance.

Rather than do as Tyrion commanded, Davos coughs into his bared hand and adopts a surprised look on his bearded face.

“He’s not with you? We met with him in White Harbor and he told us he was there to escort us to Dragonstone! Well, this is a predicament isn’t it? Hm.”

Tyrion glanced up at the old man and Davos looked right back at him, unblinking. Perhaps if Tyrion was a lesser man (stature not withstanding) he might have actually fallen for that. This ‘Ser’ Davos Seaworth had a respectable poker face even when he was clearly half-assing a lie. But Tyrion was just as much a swindler, and you don’t swindle a swindler easily.

One long look between the two and Davos gave up the little play acting. Letting out a long, drawn out sight, the old man simply shrugged his shoulders.

“He is the Dovahkiin and I cannot call him back because he does not answer to me. As far as I know, he doesn’t really answer to anyone.”

Tyrion mulled the strange foreign sounding word over in his head, while maintaining his conversation with Davos.

“Then why in the hell did you bring him with you to Dragonstone?”

Davos looked pained.

“He is here to treat with your Queen on behalf of the King in the North. He hopes to convince her to ally with his majesty Jon Snow.”

Well, that’s not at all what Tyrion had hoped for when he’d sent Jon the message in the first place. Still, there’s a more pressing concern on the dwarf’s mind.

“So why is he going into some cave, rather than TREATING WITH THE QUEEN?!”

If possible, Davos looked even more pained as he glanced back in the direction that this ‘Dovahkiin’ had run off in and sighed once more.

“I tried to explain things to him my Lord. He was quite obstinate though. He believes Daenerys will simply sit and wait for his arrival while he completes his other objective on Dragonstone. His words, not mine. He seemed convinced that she wouldn’t take offense to it.”

Tyrion’s mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. Seeing his distress, Missandei finally stepped in, though she sounded just as flummoxed as the dwarf felt at this point.

“The Mother of Dragons WILL take offense. Dothraki. Track down our emissary and bring him to the castle at once.”

More than half of the Dothraki guards surrounding Tyrion and Missandei move off. They’re still left with more than enough to outnumber Ser Davos and the small band of northerners he’s brought with him. Once the Dothraki hunting party is near the cave entrance, a supremely confident Missandei turns to said band, a slight smile on her face.

“Please, surrender your weapons and I will show you to the castle. It will be a far kinder trip than this… Dovahkiin will experience, I assure you.”

Tyrion was actually surprised at how fast the old man surrendered his sword, but once he’d done so the northerners with him did the same. With all of their guests disarmed and present except for the armored monstrosity that had disappeared into the cave Tyrion let out a sigh and alongside Missandei, moved to escort the northern party up to the castle above. This little rendezvous was NOT off to a good start. The dwarf sorely wished that Jon could have just come himself. All of this headache may have been avoided at that point.

It was only once they were halfway up the steps that one of the last things Davos said finally struck the half-man. Tyrion whirled on the old man, his eyes narrowing.

“Hold. You said this stranger has another objective on Dragonstone. What IS that objective?”

It was clear from the look on Davos’ face that he thought he’d gotten away with simply slipping that one in. Licking his lips and swallowing thickly, the old man simply shrugged again.

“Dragonglass. He’s here to mine dragonglass as well.”

Tyrion just stared for a brief second, before responding rather faintly.

“Oh.”

Davos just nodded, grimacing as if he understood exactly what Tyrion was currently feeling. The Hand of the Queen turned back around and kept walking, but his mind was racing. How could he possibly salvage this kind of situation? He supposed the Dothraki bringing this wayward emissary before Daenerys in chains would definitely be a good start.

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Ser Davos Seaworth was an old man. The Onion Knight had been through a lot. He’d seen a lot. He’d seen the dead rise in multiple ways; he’d seen one King die and now tried faithfully to serve another. But his loyalty to Jon did strain a bit with the young man asking him to do this. It would have been one thing to travel to Dragonstone with the King in the North, even if Davos would have counseled against going in the first place vehemently.

But traveling to Dragonstone without the King in the North and more than that, WITH this Dragonborn fellow… it stretched one’s sanity to the breaking points. Setting aside the fact that he truly wasn’t sure how to breach the subject of Aegon’s identity with the Dragon Queen or any of her people, there was also the simple truth that the ‘Dovahkiin’ was bat shit insane! 

And worse, the world seemed to bend to his insanity, rather than rightfully striking him down as the crazy fucker he was! Davos thought back to the trip to White Harbor and then to Dragonstone and shuddered, eyes squeezing shut. He put those events out of his mind and focused on the here and now. Or at least, he tried to. There wasn’t much to focus on right now, as he and the others had been kept waiting for the last twenty minutes.

It was to be expected he supposed. The Dragon Queen would feel slighted twice over and Davos wasn’t even supposed to be treating with her anyways. In the end, it was Aegon who should have been here, forced to wait as the Targaryen woman took her anger at Jon’s snub out on him. But no, Aegon had decided he had time to go mine enough dragonglass to supply the entire fucking North before meeting with the Queen!

At this point, Davos was almost hoping that the doors would open and the Dragonborn would be dragged in by Dothraki Screamers. Might teach the man some humility. Alas, that was not to be and Davos really shouldn’t have expected anything different than what he ultimately got. The doors that led to the outside of the castle slammed open and a Dothraki flew back as Aegon, still fully armored, walked inside with no weapon but his spiked fists.

There were more Dothraki at his back, screaming at him and striking at him with their weapons. Their actions amounted to nothing as Aegon approached where Davos and the northern soldiers were sat waiting. They all scrambled to their feet as the Dothraki attacks died off and the Dragonborn cocked his concealed head to the side.

“Davos. These all are the Queen’s men right?”

Slowly, the old man nodded. The Dragonborn tsk’d in response.

“Damn, thought so. They’ve been incredibly annoying, but my nonlethal strikes are really hit and miss these days. All I can really do is throw them and hope they don’t land wrong. Anyways, looks like they’ve stopped for now. Shall we go see this Queen?”

Davos’ eyes widened but before he could do more than open his mouth and reach out a hand to try and stop the younger man, Aegon had turned, marched right up to the doors that led to the throne room, and pushed them open, revealing the small court beyond. Daenerys Stormborn sat on her throne and her advisors stood around her, ostensibly talking to her. Though when Aegon barged in, they all turned to face him, eyes wide.

Davos turned his out stretched hand into a palm on his face. Oh by the Seven, could this day get any worse?

“Greetings Daenerys Targaryen! I am Dovahkiin and I come on behalf of House Stark and the King in the North to beseech you! Please, lend King Snow your assistance in defeating the Night King and the Army of the Dead that march even now toward your lands from beyond the Wall!”

… He supposed it could.

-x-X-x-

To say Daenerys was outraged would be an understatement. But her anger and irritation and annoyance were slightly overshadowed by her confusion at the sheer audacity of this intruder. More than that, she was a bit put off by the draconic appearance of his armor. Why was an emissary of House Stark dressed like one of the Targaryen dragon riders of old? Was it to put her at ease? Because if so, this Dovahkiin’s actions so far had run contrary to that intention.

Still, with the armored figure now standing before her, not in chains, not on his knees as she’d expected, Daenerys had to react somehow. Seeing her Dothraki run into the throne room after him, only to array around him rather than attack, the Dragon Queen decided to focus on something she knew she could focus on specifically.

“The dragonglass. Where is it?”

The Dovahkiin cocked his head to the side in confusion and despite his helm covering his face; Daenerys could sense that he was honestly surprised by the question.

“Your Grace?”

Daenerys pressed her lips together until they were nothing but a fine line.

“I have been told that you came here for two purposes. One was to treat with me; the other was to mine dragonglass. I would see the fruits of your labor. Where is the obsidian that was so important you decided I could sit and wait while you gathered it?”

The armored warrior was most DEFINITELY taken aback now. He actually looked a little ridiculous, wearing such intimidating armor while also rearing back in surprise.

“I… well; these folk distracted me before I could really gather much of it.”

Daenerys’ eyes shift to her Dothraki as this Dovahkiin gestures towards the lot arrayed around him. One of her Captains stepped forward up alongside the armored man.

“He lies. This demon mined the black glass from within the cave for several minutes at an impossible rate while we attempted and failed to bring him down. He is no man. He is untouchable.”

To illustrate his point, the Dothraki reached out rather fearlessly and slashed his sword towards the Dovahkiin’s side. His attack had no effect on the being’s armor beyond drawing an indignant ‘hey!’ from him. Her loyal Captain ignored the armored figure and simply stepped back, having said his piece. Daenerys stared and the Dovahkiin seemed to humorously wilt under her gaze, having been caught in his lie.

“Alright, alright! So I took some dragonglass. Here, just say when.”

Daenerys’ eyes widened as the armored figure held out his hand palm down and large shards of dragon glass the size of dinner plates appeared miraculously from thin air. The throne room went silent beyond the sound of the mineral striking itself as it slowly formed a large pile on the ground. It just kept going and everyone watched on in shock, Davos and the northmen included. Eventually, the Dovahkiin simply closed his hand as the mound of dragonglass almost got high enough to obscure him from Daenerys’ view.

Clearing his throat, the armored figure shrugged.

“There you go. You can have it back. All yours. Sorry about that and all.”

… There was a mound of obsidian sitting in the middle of her throne room. That was going to have to be removed. Getting past her shock, Daenerys attempted to recompose herself as she stared down the impossible being before her. She gathered up her scattered anger and harnessed it as her hands clenched into fists.

“Your King in the North sends you to treat with me? An irreverent stranger? My Hand asked Jon Snow here so he could bend the knee to the proper Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Do you deny my claim on his behalf?”

The Dovahkiin lifted up his gauntleted hands and showed his palms in a gesture of surrender.

“Nope! Not doing that! And he’s not my King your Grace, I assure you. I’m just doing this Quest for him. I claim no allegiance to the King in the North or anyone for that matter. Just a guy who likes to help. As the Dragonborn back in Skyrim, it was kind of my duty to save the world. So I did that, but now it seems like your world needs a bit of saving too and since it IS my birthplace and all-…”

“Shut up. Be Silent NOW!”

Daenerys roared that last word as the Dovahkiin rambled on and on about ridiculous things. She was enraged and she wanted nothing more than to feed this man to one of her dragons. Drogon would undoubtedly enjoy the snack. As if sensing her distress, the angry cries of her dragons shake the building. Daenerys stands firm while everyone else in the court room looks around nervously. Except for the damnable Dovahkiin. He just looked irritated.

“Ugh. Younglings.”

The Dragon Queen was thoroughly done with the incomprehensible, impossibly strange figure before her. He appeared menacing, but was clearly not threatening. He seemed intimidating, but made absolutely no sense. She opened her mouth to expel both him and the northerners that had come with him from her keep. She didn’t even want to take them prisoner at this point, she was fully prepared to let them all leave, so long as they departed right this instant.

Before she could say a single word, Varys entered the throne room and moved to where she stood. His words, whispered in her ear, horrified her, though she was careful not to let any of that show on her face. With the Targaryen fleet ambushed on the Narrow Sea, her Greyjoy allies and her Dornish allies were abruptly lost to her. Her plan to siege King’s Landing crumbled before her eyes. For a brief moment, Daenerys was at a loss of what to do.

“Your Grace…”

Her eyes snap up to meet the Dovahkiin’s frightening visage, though she is far from afraid. Still, he speaks and she listens, too shocked by Varys’ news to properly rebuke the failure of an emissary.

“I couldn’t help overhearing the news. I have excellent hearing. Perhaps there is a way I can help you and in turn, you can perhaps consider the alliance with the King in the North. Give me a Quest to rescue or avenge your allies and I assure you I will bring proof of my success in but a few days.”

Daenerys stared in disbelief, her composure finally cracking in the face of such… such stupidity!

“They are leagues away you imbecile! Their captors have armies and fleets at their command! How?! How do you propose to save or avenge them in DAYS?!”

The Targaryen Queen’s outburst shocks the hall into silence, but much to her increasing anger, the Dovahkiin is not cowed by her impeccable logic. Instead, he adopts a calm, soothing tone that does anything BUT sooth her.

“Please your Grace. Give me the Quest.”

She wants to yell and rant and scream at him. She almost does so, but before Daenerys opens her mouth, she realizes something and changes tacks. 

“Very well. Go then, Dovahkiin. Recover Ellaria Sand and the Sand snakes or avenge their deaths. Recover Yara Greyjoy and Theon Greyjoy or avenge their deaths. Do this and I will grant you another audience. Until then, stay out of my sight.”

Why not, right? There was no chance of the armored figure managing it, but he’d either die in the attempt or never come before her again. Either way, getting the impossible man away from her definitely felt like the right course of action. However, rather than leaving immediately, the Dovahkiin spun in place and hummed thoughtfully.

“Hm, as I thought, timed quest. Yara Greyjoy isn’t dying any time soon, but Ellaria Sand and Tyene Sand are. This Tyene has a day left to life and Ellaria has a month. Obara Sand and Nymeria Sand are dead and immediate fails, but luckily their killer is right next to Yara Greyjoy. I can kill two birds with one stone there an-.”

“LEAVE!”

The Dovahkiin pauses and glances at her as Daenerys stares at him bug eyed, knowing her face has turned an unflattering shade of red yet not caring in the slightest. The armored figure bows and spins on his heel, departing out the doors he’d come through. Breathing heavily, Daenerys finds herself needing to know he’s actually gone. She moves to follow and those in the throne room follow her. Her advisors close ranks around her and her Dothraki form up around them. The northmen trail along seemingly almost as lost as she is at this point.

The entire group makes it to the entryway doors just in time to watch something awe-inspiring and in Daenerys’ case, a mixture of shocking and horrifying and intriguing all at once.

“OD! AH! VIING!”

There is immense power in those words and as the Dovahkiin shouts them, Daenerys’ own dragons immediately dive down out of sight out of the corner of her eye. Though she does not realize it in that moment, they are cowering. They’re smart to as well, as the sky above the armored figure’s head splits open like cracks in a pane of glass and a monstrous massive dragon flies down from above. He barely fits in the courtyard, but he does fit.

An exchange of more powerful words that have no meaning to Daenerys or anyone around her later, Dovahkiin mounts Dragon and Dragon flies away across the ocean, presumably towards her captured allies. Daenerys gapes, her mouth opening and closing wordlessly. Her composure is beyond shattered by this point, but then, so is everyone else’s.

Whirling around, the Dragon Queen stomps over to the old man she’d been making wait. Tyrion had told her the knight’s name but Daenerys didn’t call him by it.

“You!”

Davos’ gaze snapped to her and he swallowed thickly.

“Me?”

As off balance as she was, the Targaryen woman didn’t even comment on Davos’ cheek. Instead she merely pointed at the disappearing speck in the distance and snarled in the old man’s face.

“Who is he?! WHO IS HE?!”

There’s spittle flying out of her mouth but Daenerys doesn’t care. She looks like her father the Mad King in that moment, but Daenerys doesn’t care. All she cares about is this man’s answer to her very SIMPLE question. Ser Davos Seaworth swallows thickly.

“He’s… well, he’s the Dovahkiin. A-and apparently in his tongue, that means Dragonborn. But before he was that, I suppose we all knew him as Aegon Targaryen, firstborn son to Rhaegar Targaryen and Elia Martell… your nephew.”

The old man wasn’t lying. That was the worst part. Daenerys had gotten pretty good at telling facts from fiction and as far as this Davos Seaworth knew, he was speaking truth. Spinning away from him, Daenerys stared at the disappearing dot on the horizon that moments before had been a dragon twice, perhaps even thrice as large as any one of hers. 

Everyone shied away when the Dragon Queen let loose an inarticulate cry of pure frustration and confusion.

-x-X-x-

Leagues away, Odahviing tilted his head to the side and snorted derisively.

“You upset that one something fierce Dragonborn.”

Aegon merely shrugged from his place atop the great dragon he was riding towards the most time sensitive quest marker.

“You know how it is. Sometimes ladies love me, sometimes they hate me. I’ll grow on her eventually, I’m sure.”

Odahviing just chuckled, the dragon far more relaxed with the weight of his service to Alduin gone from his long, spined neck. After a moment, Aegon joined in and the two laughed uproariously as they continued their flight towards King’s Landing.