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The Island of Pyke
The sky over Pyke was dreary; barely any sunlight pierced through the thick, smoky clouds, and the soldiers of Asgard were tired.
"You think it's dead?" Ser Davos asked, poking the kraken with the tip of his sword.
Sandor grunted. "I fucking hope so."
Because if it was not, then those flying lizards better be ready.
The creature's size belied all reason. Even Balerion the Black Dread could not hope to match it, yet it lay dead on the shores of Pyke.
After the fog had dispersed, and the kraken was no longer in sight, Davos had led the men to Pyke, where the remaining Ironborn had docked. The land was safer than the seas with that monster out there, and Pyke was the closest.
Whoever summoned the creature could not control it, and the remaining Ironborn fleet was hit harder than they were.
Still, losing twenty ships out of eighty was not a small loss.
The Ironborn, weary, terrified, and weakened further, surrendered when the dragons landed on the island, leaving Davos and Sandor to take them all as prisoners without a fight.
Not that there were many left.
Balon and Victarion Greyjoy were caught, but Euron had tried to escape, only to be caught by one of the longships Asgard had confiscated from the Ironborn.
The madman had fought tooth and nail, killing three men, but a blow to the head with a shield had sent him down. His crew knew the battle was lost and dropped their weapons.
While the Ironborn were being chained up, the kraken had been washed ashore, alive, but only for a short while before it stopped moving.
It had given them quite the scare, and even though it did not seem to be alive, the men kept away from it.
"Do you think he is alive?" Ser Davos asked his compatriot, who shrugged.
"The kraken is dead." Again, hopefully.
"How is he going to get out of it?" The fucking thing was large enough to crush Harrenhal if dropped on top of it, and Sandor didn't see a door anywhere near it.
"I don't know." Davos didn't even know how Lord Robert had killed the monster.
"Ser Davos, what should we do now?" One of the commanders who had been charged with the prisoners came to ask.
"We rest. The Ironborn are defeated, but the men are tired. Give them two rations."
"Yes Ser."
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The Ironborn, mainly the Greyjoys, were being rowdy. Balon and Victarion had started berating Euron for convincing them to attack Asgard and for his failure with the kraken.
Euron was just as fiery, shouting back how if they weren't so weak willed, they could have succeeded.
"Go silence them." Sandor said to the giant, who only listened because he had been told to.
Wun Weg Wun grunted, finishing his food and taking his club.
He walked to the prisoners, and the guards moved out of his way. Slamming his club on the ground, Wun Weg Wun roared. The giant's voice carried across the camp, and Victarion's long hair fluttered.
The noise left more than one Ironborn's ears ringing.
"Quiet." The giant warned after raising his Valyrian steel club to his shoulder, and the Ironborn fell silent.
"That's so fucking fun to watch."
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Next Day
"Where is your lord now?" Euron taunted Ser Davos and Sandor, who were counting the number of prisoners, as well as seeing what other Ironborn nobles they had taken prisoner.
Sandor backhanded Euron, his gauntlet splitting the madman's lip open. "Trying to find his way out of your monster after he killed it."
Euron laughed, uncaring of the throbbing in his face. "Sounds to me that the mighty Robert Baratheon finally died."
Obelisk, the largest of Lord Robert's dragons, was walking around the prisoners, as if patrolling them from the ground, and snorted at the Greyjoys, his hot, stinking breath warming up the shivering pirates unintentionally.
"Why don't you say that to his dragons? They are smart enough to understand." Davos gestured to the beast that was watching them before it walked away.
Sandor snorted, nudging the bastard with his leg. "Dragon got your tongue, Crow's Eye?"
Euron did not answer.
"It's moving." "Seven save us." "Run, run for your lives." The camp suddenly turned into a whorehouse in a sacked city.
The reason for it was the kraken's bulging flesh, as if something was trying to claw its way out.
As if it were alive.
"The kraken is alive, the kraken is alive! Rise and fight, you fools." Euron screamed with glee, trying to rouse the broken reavers.
Sandor pulled his sword, looking around for the dragons. "Fuck. What do we do now?"
"Run behind the dragons?" Slifer was up in the sky, but Obelisk, who was still on the ground, did not seem concerned.
The Ironborn prisoners began to rise, trying to get out of their bindings, ready to attack, and the Asgardian guards, stuck between having to choose whether to flee or fight, were unable to stop them.
Just as the reavers were about to heed Euron's call and fight, believing that victory was at hand with the kraken alive, their hopes were dashed when a sword burst through the monster's hide.
Frozen in the middle of their celebration, the Ironborn watched with fear as the sword carved an opening in the kraken, and out came Robert Baratheon.
Covered in viscera from head to toe, his hair had been dyed dark green due to his missing helmet, and the Lord of Asgard reeked of something foul.
However, he was grinning, unbothered by the smell and the guts he was covered in.
"That was fun, we should do this again."
The stiffness in Davos' legs disappeared, and he slowly sat down to avoid the embarrassment of falling.
"Fucking hell." Sandor sheathed his sword, trying to calm his heart.
"What? Did something happen?" Robert looked around for any sign of danger but saw nothing of the kind.
"Nothing, my lord. We are just glad to see you well."
"And I see you captured the Ironborn in my absence." The said pirates slowly knelt on the ground again, their spirit ground to dust and thrown to the sea.
The kraken flesh bulged again, exactly where Lord Robert had carved his way out, and something screeched.
"How many of these things do I have to kill for fuck's sake?" Robert groaned, facing the opening.
Through it, a creature on two legs came out. It was grey, had a shell like a lobster with a giant crusher claw and a smaller pincher claw, and several legs jutting out of its torso. Its head was relatively small, with two feelers on top and a small mouth.
It charged at Robert, who just sighed in weariness. Grabbing both claws, he kicked the creature on the chest, using his reach to force it back, while pulling both claws to himself.
The shell crunched, and both claws were torn off, spraying green blood everywhere, and the creature reeled back in pain.
Robert stabbed both claws down its neck, piercing through the chest, and grabbed the head with one hand and twisted it off, throwing it away.
"Well, I smell like shit, and I am starving. Someone draw me a bath and get me food."
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Robert was vigorously scrubbing his body to get the smell of the kraken's guts and blood out.
"My lord, may I come in?" Davos called out, and Robert dropped the loofah and just relaxed in the wooden tub.
"I am still bathing; either wait or speak through the door."
"As you wish. What are your orders now? I let the man rest yesterday; we are ready to move to the keeps."
"Send messengers to each castle. The Ironborn can surrender or die; there will be no other course of action."
"Aye."
"Did you find the dragonbinder?" He needed to find it to break whatever spell was keeping Ra bound to the ground.
"Aye, it was on Euron Greyjoy's new ship. What should we do with it?"
That was one less problem he had to deal with.
"I'll handle it as soon as I stop smelling like raw sewage."
"I'll leave you to it then." Davos left, and Robert continued his scrubbing.
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Bathed as he might be, Robert could still smell the stench of the monster, though it might just be him since no one else did.
Dressed in clean clothes while his armor was boiled in hot salt water, Robert sat on a chair before the prisoners.
"Bring Euron over here, will you?" Robert waved his hand to Sandor, and the scarred man dragged the pirate who had started all this trouble.
With dried blood covering his face and hair, Euron was thrown in front of him. Looking at the reaver, Robert lifted his head, using his feet to push the bastard's chin up. "You know what, Crow's Eye, rejoice, for you actually managed to bother me."
He let go, having a more important matter in his mind. "How did you summon the kraken?"
Euron did not answer, and Sandor wrapped his hand around the pirate's hair, forcing his head back. "No? Not going to speak?"
"Does anyone know how he summoned the kraken?" Robert asked the other prisoners, but none seemed to be interested in coming forward.
"Not even if I threaten you with removing your cocks?" That got a few reactions from the prisoners, but otherwise, no one spoke.
Whether it was because they didn't know or did not want to say, Robert didn't know, but he wasn't going to bother with mutilating the Ironborn.
"Tough crowd."
"Then again, I suppose it is for the best if that secret dies with you." Robert's hand was on Euron's throat so fast that the Greyjoy couldn't see it. Lifting the bound pirate up, Robert's right punch broke through the ribcage, stabbing the heart and the lung, and ripped something out.
"I did promise that I was going to rip your heart out." Blood leaked from the side of Euron's mouth, and Robert threw the corpse away like it was garbage.
"Good riddance." One of the Ironborn muttered.
"Ah, Victarion. Hating your brother for fucking your salt wife." That got a chuckle out of the men.
Recognizing Victarion Greyjoy wasn't hard, as his description of being built like a castle did him justice.
Ignoring the glare, he turned to the other man carrying the kraken sigil, the head of House Greyjoy, Balon, who looked like an ugly baby who had his first taste of lemon.
"And of course, Balon the Fool. Following Euron around like a dog. Why, one might think he rules and you obey." The ugly worm kept his head down, since there was nothing he could say to the victor.
Robert scratched his head, trying to remember a name. "There was another one, Aeron, I think. Where is he?"
"Dead, my lord." They had found his corpse washed ashore, and he was dumped with the rest to be burned.
"Right, I want his head to be sure; something is wrong with him, and I don't want a Greyjoy running around." That bastard seemed to be favored by something, though whether it was their god or something eldritch like the kraken, he did not know.
"At once, my lord." Davos didn't know why exactly but was sure Robert had a good reason and ordered two men to find Aeron's corpse and take his head.
"Have you sent the messengers?" With all the lords dead or taken prisoner, Robert wondered if it would be women who came to speak.
"Aye, with plenty of guards."
"Good."
There was a commotion at the other end of the camp where the kraken's corpse rested. "What the hell are they doing now?"
The dragons were waiting at the wound he had carved up as his exit, and he understood why when the irritating screech of those lobster monsters came.
Another one, near identical to the corpse his men had burned, came out with claws swinging out, only to stop in front of the dragons.
Smelling the creature, Obelisk must have liked it because he brought down his front claw, smashing it to the dirt. The shell was pulverized, but that didn't stop the dragon from lifting the ugliest lobster he had seen to his mouth to eat it.
The dragon's maw further broke the shell, as if he were eating the world's crunchiest cornflakes.
And another one came out, this time going to Slifer, who just flicked it to the air with his tail before snapping his jaws around the monster.
The sight soured Davos' face and stomach. "My lord, should they be eating those?"
"I don't really care. At least we don't have to deal with them."
"What of the kraken's corpse?" If that thing began to rot, then they would have to leave Pyke before something happened.
"I'll have it burned, but we might need to move the camp away first so the men don't have to stomach the stench."
"Now, for the dragonbinder." Robert clapped his hands, and two men dragged the dragonbinder Euron had used on Ra.
Much like the dragon, the horn had black squiggly lines moving over it, as if shadows were dancing in the light.
"Wun Weg, give me your club."
The giant huffed, passing the club, which was as tall as Robert and wider than him at the base.
Dragging the horn away from the men, Robert raised the giant piece of Valyrian steel and brought it down with a shout.
The horn gave out, crushed to dust, but the magic in it reacted violently, creating a shock wave that rebounded the club, leaving a dent on the surface, which should have been impossible.
A shadowy wisp, roughly the shape of a man, flew out of the broken pieces, screeching like a creature of darkness exposed to the light.
"Seven preserve us."
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Asgard
"Lord Tyrion, something is wrong with the dragon."
"For the love of…" Tyrion dropped his quill, accidentally knocking over the ink bottle, and ran to the warehouse, with Stannis and Rhaelle following him.
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Inside the warehouse, Ra was on his feet, pacing around, flexing his wings. The handlers were worried that something might have angered the creature and had left him alone out of fear.
"My lords, the dragon is restless."
"Open the doors." Stannis ordered.
The handlers pulled the gates open, and Ra came out snarling around, though at no one in particular.
"Look at the wings." Rhaelle pointed with her cane.
The black lines that had grounded the golden dragon were fading, and Ra was getting ready to fly, no doubt.
Tyrion sighed. Thank goodness there was nothing wrong with the dragon. "Lord Robert has succeeded then."
As the dragon continued the pace around, the lines fully disappeared, and he flexed all four of his wings.
The dragon took off following an earth-shattering roar and flew to the west, to the Iron Islands.
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In the next chapter:
"Can you make poor and rocky soil into a fertile one?" Maybe this could solve two problems with one move.
"Indeed. However, it would require more magic than we have."
Robert looked at the kraken. If that thing wasn't magical, then what else? "Could you use the corpse of a kraken?"
There was silence for a while, as the figures on the other side took their time to absorb the implication.
"A … kraken?" Leaf's voice was excited for some reason.
"Yes."
"It has never been considered before, but it is a creature of old magic, and it should be possible, very likely, even." That sounded like music to his ears.
They would have no reason to consider using the corpse of a kraken, but now, they had one. "That's what I like to hear. I'll send a ship to bring you and any other Child of the Forest you need to come here."
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