Revenge| Book 6| A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series |

32- Imagine the Dream of Death

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Chapter 32: Imagine the Dream of Death

I wake up the second morning back from Fletohein to Dean crying from across the rocky hallway.

The journey back from Enekpe's, and then Saldra's, lands had been much more calm than the journey there. It had also been much less stressful. With Saldra's ships sailing around the Dyirna, Caomh would be an idiot to attack us even if he'd wanted to. I spent the voyage at the head with Loki and Fandral or on the deck with Jack and Arastahn. It turns out Saldra had been teasing her son, and allows Arastahn to accompany Enekpe and Makila on their march around the mountains to Fletohein (although it was under the conditions that Makila keep a close eye on the pair).

But the person I was worried about was Videl. He spend his time on the voyage leaning against the rail of the Dyirna, looking out into the never-ending ocean, letting the salty breeze whip his curls around his chin. I'd never seen Videl with facial hair before, but based on the light hair around his chin and above his lip, he has apparently been paying attention less to his hygiene than normal.

And if Videl not paying attention to his hygiene isn't concerning, I don't know what else is.

I give him a couple days to figure out what to do. I know he's struggling with the pendant Saldra had given him. But what I'm scared about is how much he really is thinking about it. He knows there's not a big chance Victoire will be targeted, since by now, Neidra has definitely turned her attention elsewhere. And then there's the chance of him being killed, which is much, much greater. But how much is the chance of Videl being killed.

I'm trying not to think about it either.

"Thea, can you take him for a few minutes? I think he just wants to be held, but I need to finish eating," says Emmaline when I walk into what Jack calls the "food room". It is basically just a section of the massive canyon split away from the hallway to open to a larger cavernous space. It's where the people staying up here eat.

I'm trying to juggle a pile of leather clothes I'm supposed to be washing, plus my sword is clanging heavily against my side. "Uh..."

"Here, give him to me," says Loki, holding his hands out for the baby. Emmaline offers him a grateful smile and gives him Dean, then walks out of the room with Kyle.The baby keeps crying, but then Loki murmurs in Asgardian, twists his fingers, and then a small blue dragon made of mist appears above Dean. Dean seems to forget to cry and turns his turquoise eyes up to the magic. Seconds later, he's cooing as he watches the dragon flap its misty wings.

I'm so busy watching the extremely impossible sight of Loki comforting a tiny human, I trip over Videl's outstretched legs. "Watch it!" he snaps when the leather clothes fall on him and my sheathed sword bonks his nose.

"Geez, sorry," I say, mentally wishing seeing Angelique could have improved Videl's mood at least a little. "Watch where you put your legs."

He opens his mouth, probably for some sort of caustic retort, but is interrupted by Victoire running into the room, crying and holding one of her hands. Her tiny palm is bleeding profusely.

In a second, Videl has leapt to his feet and taken her in his arms. "Scorpion, what happened?"

"It b-bit me," she sobs, pressing her cheek against his arm, squishing her angelic curls. "It hurts."