No, Vhagar [4/?]

Characters: Aemond, Vhagar, Viserys Summary: In which a conversation is had. Words: 391 Notes: For @littlefeatherr & @mousedetective

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The following incident that made Aemond rise his brows, was after he had taken a leisure flight with Vhagar and was returning to the Dragonpit.

Sure, the people who worked there knew the risks, but that didn't change the fact that every single day could be their last day if one of the dragons was in a mood and their rider wasn't on hand to calm it down.

That's not even mentioning the riderless dragons, who could be more of a wildcard than those with riders.

Unless said dragon was Vhagar, of course.

Anyway.

Aemond and Vhagar were arriving at the dragon pit, when one - whom Aemond would later describe as - an utter fool made too many noises near Vhagar and since the idiot was carrying a lance, Vhagar gave out a warning roar. One that was completely ignored as the man began to yell something Aemond couldn't quite understand. Truth be told, he wasn't paying attention.

And then, it happened.

The idiot approached Vhagar and one growl later, a blast of fire came out and the man was lit up like a candle that melted too fast. And Vhagar did not wasted time in feasting on the now dead keeper.

Aemond sighed, "No, Vhagar."

*

It was much later, after they had feasted, that his father called upon him. A strange occurence, to be sure, so he followed his father into the chamber that held the model of Old Valyria.

"Tell, son..." His father hesitated. "Are you sure that you have a good control of Vhagar?"

It took all his strenght not to snap at his father. Of course he did! "Aye, I do father. Why would you think otherwise?"

"Because a keeper of the Dragonpit came to me and told us what happened after your return." His father was giving him a disappointed look. He resisted the urge to roll his eye. "I have already sent coin to the keeper's widow, and it will come from your purse."

"As you wish father."

"Aemond, I mean it. Be careful that Vhagar behaves properly. It would not be good for the crown to have to pay wergild every time she misbehaves."

"Of course father. Something else?"

"Nothing else my boy. You are free to leave."

Aemond bowed and gave his back to his father, only then did he allowed himself to roll his eye.

No, Vhagar [3/?]

Characters: Aemond, Vhagar Summary: Vhagar had been grumbling and roaring all the flight, he did not mind. Let her enjoy herself, besides, it's not like he was actually harming anyone. Words: 325 Tagging: @littlefeatherr & @mousedetective

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Another - slightly more worrisome - incident occurred not so far after the the squires.

Aemond had taken Vhagar out in flight, the poor she dragon needed to take flight and enjoy her life, so, they made their way off to somewhere slight more distant of King's Landing. He also needed to be away, Rhaenyra and her brats were in King's Landing and he did not need to see the bastard who took his eye.

So, flight and travel it was.

Vhagar had been grumbling and roaring all the flight, he did not mind. Let her enjoy herself, besides, it's not like he was actually harming anyone. He was simply reminding them who had the better dragon. A shame he had not been able to see Balerion, he envied his father on having the chance to at least fly that legend once.

It was a bit late when his stomach began to grumble and he decided to land somewhere and eat the food that he had brought with him. He would have to see if there was a far near, Vhagar also needed food and he was willing to part with his coin to get her a couple of cows or something else and more. She deserved it.

When he landed, they did so near a wooden area. That is when disaster fell.

Up in one of the nearest trees, there was a wooden home that had some children in there. Foolish as they were, they began to make loud and obnoxious noises. And before he could take his hood off and yell at them for bothering someone of the royal blood, Vhagar roared, swung her tail at the tree and when the tree and its house fell, let out flames. It wasn't a fire big enough to burn the whole area, but several trees went up in flames and some screaming did happen from the fallen tree.

Shit.

He turned to Vhagar and said, "No, Vhagar."

No, Vhagar [2/?]

Fandom: House of the Dragon Characters: Aemond, Vhagar & Ser Criston Cole  Rating: T Summary: A training lesson goes wrong. Or right. Depends on who you ask. Words: 306 Notes: For @littlefeatherr​ & @mousedetective​

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Vhagar's second, slightly concerning incident happened not long after the boat.

Aemond is training, his mother and grandfather have made it clear that he ought to be a better swordsman than his uncle. And he had made it a personal challenge to be better than Aegon... not that is a hard thing to beat. Aegon is lazy and coddled, and he does want to be better than his uncle and Ser Cole.

Anyway, back to Vhagar.

Ser Cole comes with the idea of training on the riverbank. Something about the mud making it harder to move about. But Ser Cole does something out of the ordinary, he allows some others nameless knights to come and watch as he trains him. Aemond arrives in Vhagar, why use a horse, when you have the greatest dragon of the whole family?

Well.

Vhagar lays not far away from where Ser Cole has set for training area, watching, occasionally roaring and grumbling. Aemond is comforted at her indignation. Or what he assumes it's her indignation.

And all is well until Ser Cole decides that he should learn how to fight three assailants at once. Ser Cole gives the order and three - very foolish - knights charge towards him. And Aemond does not have the time to react, before Vhagar lets out a mighty roar and...

Aemond grimaces as three burning men scream before dying a very, very painful death. He grimaces at the scent of burnt flesh, and has even less time to reach before Vhagar devours the now dead men.

Ser Cole is pale and shaking, so are the rest of the knights who were smart enough not to volunteer.  "Ah. Perhaps," Ser Cole gulps. "It is enough training for today. Dismissed."

The other knights flee.

Aemond sighs, goes to Vhagar, pats her on the nose and says, "No, Vhagar"

No, Vhagar [1/?]

Summary: Or the Adventures of Aemond and his (Senior Citizen) Dragon.  Words: 100 Notes: This is all @littlefeatherr‘s fault, blame her. Also, gifted to @mousedetective. This is probably the only HotD fic I’ll write and yes, this is crack. It will be a series of short fics.

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There's no greater feeling than flight.

Nothing compares to flying on the back of a dragon, much less, such an illustrious dragon. Vhagar has only had two riders before him, but Aemond knows that he and the old she-dragon will be only compared to Visenya herself. He knows that deep in his heart and his half sister and her bastards will have to deal with it.

What he doesn't expect, is for Vhagar to suddenly roar and unleash fire upon an unsuspecting fishing boat. Aemond shakes his head, pats Vhagar and says, "No, Vhagar."

Well, it's just one boat. Right?