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

6- They're Afraid of You

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Chapter 6:

Loki hadn't had the best of evenings either. He'd been awake constantly throughout the night, tossing and turning. One word keeps vibrating through his mind over and over. Revolution.

Several times, he gets out of bed and is halfway across the room to the door when he stops. Each time, he takes a deep breath and looks at the ceiling. His instinct is to go to Thea every hour and make sure she's fine, to make sure she's still breathing peacefully. But every time, he forces himself back, assuring himself she's fine and that if Klaka wouldn't devour an intruder, the guards would certainly take care of them.

Finally though, as the sun begins to rise, Loki dresses, fastens his sword and silver dagger to their hilts at his waist, and leaves the room. Even at the early hour, Loki passes several servants and guards. Most incline their head to him, and he reciprocates the action out of sheer desire to not be disliked. He wonders how they would act if they knew he'd killed Odin.

He nods to the guards outside Thea's room, and they nod back, retreating to the other side of the hall. He opens the golden door as quietly as he can, in case Thea is still sleeping.

"It's just me," he says as he closes the door behind him, in case Klaka is about to attack. But the dog must have already smelled him, because Klaka simply looks at him from where he's sitting up on the mattress, his vivid green eyes on his mistress's father. Looking at the wolf, Loki sometimes forgets how absolutely large he is. At this point, with his ears pricked upright, Klaka is probably almost as tall as Thea.

There's a pile of blankets buried over a curled-up shape on the bed. Loki almost turns around, but then walks to the bed. Sitting down on the mattress, he puts his hand on Thea's shoulder, then pulls away the blankets. "Good morning, darl–"

Instead of green eyes, Loki is looking down into amber eyes. Loki leaps off the bed and a shirtless Videl sits up ramrod straight, mumbling, "What the hell?!"

"THEODORA ATHENA MARAHN!" roars Loki.

His daughter suddenly emerges from the washroom, where he realizes now there had been a rushing of water. She's wearing a rose bathrobe, and her hair is drenching wet over her shoulders. Her eyes are very wide.

"Why is Videl in your bed without a shirt?"

"For crying out loud," says Videl, then buries himself back in the pillows.

Thea puts a hand to her mouth, then hurries to her father. Pulling him away from Videl like she's expecting him to kill him, she says hurriedly, "He came to my room last night like that. I think something bad happened in Ardhigiza, he was really upset."

"I can hear you."

Thea ignores Videl. "He practically fainted. I wasn't exactly going to make him find a shirt to pull on." She crosses her arms. "I mean, really, what do you think happened, Loki?"

"I don't know," say Loki, trying to stay cross even though he feels extremely foolish at the moment. "I'm not sure what a father is supposed to think when he finds a shirtless boy in his daughter's bed?"

"Permit me to go vomit now," says Videl, his voice muffled from the downy pillows.

"So why were you coming in here?" asks Thea. "Making sure I was still alive or something?"