Kidnapped|Book 4|A novel in the Blue Moon series| An Avengers fan fiction series|

37- The Silence of the Chains

Have to run!!!

Enjoy this emotional chapter ;)

~MUsic~

Lacrymosa- Evanescence

Chapter 37

~Nobody's POV~

Neidra sits in a high-backed chair, her long fingers clamped over the edge like claws. Her jaw is tight, as are her lips. Her silver eyes glisten with silver fury. 

"Loki is one of the most powerful beings in this damned universe!" she shouts, snapping her hand to the side so that a very ornate vase comes crashing from a glass shelf, sending pieces everywhere, "And he cannot even manage to kill one tiny, one insignificant human girl!" 

"May I point out that she's not human anymore?" asks Caomh, who has regarded the pieces of plaster as calmly as he might react to a flurry of snow. 

Neidra rolls her eyes, "She might as well, that puny excuse for an Asgardian." 

"Well," says Caomh amiably, although mischief glitters in his eyes, "I wouldn't get too upset. Her throat will be ripped out soon enough." 

"No!" she exclaims, "Not soon enough! Something must be done, something, there must be something to draw her out to us!" 

Caomh inspects his nails and doesn't comment. 

"I'll just take one of her precious friends then," growls Neidra, "And see what she is willing to do for one of them. The green-eyed boy will do, or either of those-"

At this, Caomh holds up his hand, and hurries to crouch down next to her chair, "Mother, although your intentions are hardly short of admirable, are also dangerous. I advise you against this strongly." 

"For what reasons?" snaps Neidra. 

Caomh shrugs, "Think about this, Mother. If you kidnap one of these individuals, how will we ever tell Thea that we do have them, if Loki cannot even manage to snap her neck? And even if so, their kind are powerfully driven, not by strength but by determination. Their exploits in Ardhigiza are proof enough for this. So I suggest you let Thea run nilly-willy until Loki catches up to her- because he will, and when he kills her, your deliciously morbid plan can continue." 

Neidra considers this, then nods curtly, "You have grown wise, my son. But in the meanwhile, Loki does not seem to be enough. The minds of humans are weak. I will turn to them for information, if Loki cannot complete this one simple task." 

"Speaking of Loki," says Caomh, "What is happening in regards of his welfare?" 

A smirk spreads over Neidra's red lips, before the expression hardens, "His last exploits with his daughter have temporarily snapped him from my power. But he is in my control, never doubt, but below us, locked away. He will no longer fall for the trick of the potion, and I have no intentions of attempting to force him to drink it, on the danger that I too will come into contact with it, but I am not worried."

Caomh nods. He's smiling too, the bright sun reflecting his silver eyes so that they appear almost glazed in a sneer. Then, he says, "To Earth, then, to harvest the consciousnesses of some unfortunate souls?" 

"Of course," says Neidra, rising from her seat. She has regained her composure somewhat. "But first, my son, I must pay a visit to the dungeons. I have something planned for our royal guest." 

*

A cat runs, yowling, out of the dungeon as the sound of a whip crackles, echoing through the stone chambers. A man cries out, and Neidra screams, "You useless rag!"