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˖*°࿐ chapter forty-one. XLI. KHALEESI
LOW GROWLS WERE HEARD FRONT OF ARIN, who held a flaming torch, metal scraping against stone, and he could see a flame begin inside one of the dragons' throats. It was orange, mixed with blue at the edges, a large growl erupting from his throat as his mouth opened wider, Arin falling flat on his ass. The flame disappeared back into his mouth as Arin stood up, hands shaking. They step closer into the light, Arin switching the torch into his left hand slowly. "I'm friends with your mother," he told them, raising a hand up, palm facing the two beasts. The one on the left shook his head, mouth opening, head going closer to the dwarf. "I'm here to help. Don't eat the help," he chuckles nervously. Lokis lets out a shriek. "When I was a child, an uncle asked what gift I wanted for my Name Day."
Arin walks around gradually, the large dragon following him with his vicious eyes. "I begged him for one of you. 'It wouldn't have to be a big dragon,' I told him. 'It could be little. . . like me.'" Arin sets down the torch, the fire wavering a little at the action. "Everyone laughed like it was the funniest thing they'd ever heard. Then my father told me the last dragon had died a century ago. I cried myself to sleep that night," Arin brushes his hand against the metal collars Lokis wore, hearing the dragon's breaths by his ear. He then moves his hand to the scales, Lokis letting him touch him. "But here you are."
Arin quickly removes the large pin holding the collar in place, the large thing clattering to the floor, Arin turning to look at Thorsten. The dragon bore his teeth, frightening the little man, but quickly retracts them. He turns his head, showing the collar, rattling them in annoyance. He takes the pin out of that one as well, both dragons moving away from the light, scales gleaming in their individual colors, beautiful but terrifying. Arin picks up his torch and walks away as quickly as his little legs could carry him, making sure to look over his shoulder. He steps up the stairs, Larris looking at him. "Next time I have an idea like that," he tells the spymaster, "punch me in the face."
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"THAT'S A QUANTUM FIELD GENERATOR, isn't it?" Jane plays with the orange flecks circling above her, the Asgardian nurses looking at her with unease. The nurse decides to answer, working with it, "It's a Soul Forge."
"Does the Soul Forge transfer molecular energy from one place to another?" The nurse is impressed.
"Yes."
Jane looks at Thor and whispers, "It's a Quantum Field Generator."
Thor smiles down at her, long locks brushing against his armor. "My words are mere noise to you that you ignore them completely?" Odin walks into the room, stopping all actions. "She's ill," Thor retorts, walking up to the AllFather. "She is mortal, that is their defining trait," Odin waves away the Soul Forge's orange flecks, Jane following him with her eyes, seeing him walk around the table.
