Hello everyone! Here I am with a new story! Where did this come from? I don't know the idea floated around in my head for a while but I wasn't really going to write it down. However, someone on discord posted pictures of how happy Rhaegal looked at the idea of Jon riding him that I just went ahead and wrote it. The POVs will change between 'beasts' (which we all know they really aren't) and humans so it should be fun.

Hopefully, you all like it!

"Drogon, Drogon!" his brother's voice rings in his head.

"Leave me alone, Rhaegal," he growls, refusing to open his eyes.

"But Drogon, Little Brother is back," his brother chirps happily.

He opens one of his eyes and watches as their white furry little brother trots towards them, his red eyes looking at them and a wolfy grin on his face.

He remembers the day their mother and father (yes Father even if the stubborn fool has recently refused to acknowledge them) introduced him to them. Their mother had secretly hoped they would get along, that although nothing could replace Viserion this little fuzzball could help them out.

They spent time together whenever their parents were busy. Ghost would tell him about his littermates, his brothers and sisters that were no longer with him and the adventures he had with their father before he met Mother. They, in turn, would tell him all about Viserion and their lives across the sea where it was nice and warm.

It had taken a little time but they grew to care for each other and now they were brothers.

Since then Ghost had made sure to let them know what was going on inside the castle and took care of their mother when they weren't able.

"Little brother!" Rhaegal chirps.

"I'm older than you two," Ghost sighs, always annoyed with them calling him their little brother.

"But you're smaller," he reminds the direwolf, raising his massive head to better look at him. "Much smaller."

The direwolf puts up no objection and once again shows his wolfy grin. He raises himself up looking towards the castle.

"What's going on in there?" he asks.

"They're still not talking," the direwolf answers sadly.

"Does he know about the hatchling?" Rhaegal asks.

"No. She still hasn't told him about the pup," Ghost tells them.

He growls in frustration. These humans are so annoying. They were happy before the battle and once their father realized he was a dragon it all stopped. He should have been happy, he finally knows they're family, that they all have dragon blood. But no, instead he's ignored them and mother and has been going around making them all miserable. Their separation had been so much that they had even planned to travel separately back home. But thankfully Rhaegal pretended to be more injured than he is and convinced their mother to stay longer. Ghost had tried his best to get their humans to talk but so far it didn't happen.

"What do we do Drogon? Mother will want us to leave soon and I don't want to go without Father," Rhaegal asks, desperation in his voice.

Before Father, he had never seen his brother happier. He finally had a rider and the pride and joy Rhaegal radiated the first time they took flight could not be forgotten. Nor could the sadness and abandonment he's felt since after the battle.

He needs to think. Something must come to mind. He remembers their worry during the battle. Father yelling out Mother's name, Mother saving him twice. They're together when they worry about each other's safety.

"I have an idea. We might be risking Mother's safety and the hatchling but we have no choice," he says.

"What is it?" Ghost asks, his one good ear lowering in concern.

"I kidnap Mother."