Dragons of Asgard 3 Logan Jacobs (book recommendations for teens .TXT) 📖

head. “You’re right. We should do it outside, then Blar can make them a portal to go home.”

“By home, I assume you mean dragon valley in Alfheim,” Eira said. “But do they want to go back there? It seems like they’ve been here for a long, long time… I wonder if they have any family left.”

“Even if they don’t, I can’t imagine they want to spend the rest of their lives anywhere else,” I said. “But Blar can send them wherever they want to go.”

“They are very sweet,” Asta said, and I looked down to see her stroking the gold and orange female’s head.

The miniature dragon soaked up the attention, and I tuned into her emotions to find her much happier than she’d been a few moments before.

“Would you like to go to dragon valley?” I asked the two of them. “We can make you a portal to get you back to Alfheim.”

The brown dragon looked up at me, held his head high, and nodded.

“What about you?” I asked the female.

She looked to her male counterpart and then nodded fervently.

“They’re excited.” I smiled.

“Oh, good,” Kas sighed. “It’s so strange seeing them so small…”

“They won’t be that way for long,” Eira said.

“Right,” Kas agreed, and she pulled out her spell book. “Give me just a few minutes.”

“Can you hold on for a little bit longer?” I asked the little dragons, and they let out a small noise I thought sounded like a laugh.

While Kas worked on finding the spell to take the enchantments off the dragons, Eira, Asta, and I looked through the rest of the house.

The rest of the dwarves’ home was just as elaborate as their living room had been. Each bedroom had a huge four-post bed much too large for even an abnormally tall dwarf, along with ornately-carved stone furniture that looked to be centuries old.

I managed to find a large stash of coins, some gold-plated dishes, and a small collection of jewelry encrusted with huge diamonds, emeralds, sapphires, and rubies. It was a good amount of gold, and we’d definitely be able to sell the jewels at the market if the girls didn’t want to keep them. I wasn’t sure what to do with all the coins we were accumulating, but it was nice to have money if we needed it.

I brought my finds back to the room at the end of the hall where Kas had stayed with the dragons, and when I arrived, I saw she no longer had her spell book out.

Instead, the strawberry-blonde had the miniature dragons out on the table, and she’d pulled down the portrait of the young dwarf from the wall.

“Hey,” I said as I walked in and set my small bag of goods on the table. “What are you doing with the portrait?”

Blar hopped down from my shoulder to curl up with Uffe in the corner of the room.

“I was about to ask them if they wanted to destroy it,” Kas said with a shrug.

“Oh, really?” I laughed.

“I mean, wouldn’t you want to destroy the portrait of someone who’d tortured you for centuries?” she asked, and she shook her head so her mane of curls bounced around her face.

“Good point.” I smiled softly and picked up the portrait so the little dragons could see. “Do you want to destroy it?”

They seemed to think for a moment, but then the brown dragon shook his head.

“No?” Kas asked, and she looked at me with a furrowed brow. “Why wouldn’t he want to destroy it? I’d be ready to kill that arsehole.”

“Why not?” I asked the little dragon, and I closed my eyes and focused on his feelings.

I sensed his memories of the young man, and some of them were positive. Then, the negative feelings came, but I caught a flash of the father, not the young man in the portrait with him.

“I think… he feels like the son was doomed to be the way he was,” I said with a shake of my head. “He blames the dwarf’s father for raising him poorly.”

“I suppose that’s right.” Kas nodded and pursed her lips. “The young dwarf was raised to think this was normal. Of course, he could have branched out on his own and realized it was wrong, but he didn’t. Still, it’s admirable that this dragon has managed to forgive him in some way.”

“I hate to think this is a family affair.” I frowned as I looked at the portrait.

“It is, though,” Kas sighed. “I’m sure there are many others who were raised into this as well.”

“That’s awful.” I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists. “And it ends now. I won’t let this hatred get passed down to another generation.”

“We’ll make sure it doesn’t.” Kas put her hand on my arm and smiled at me.

“Yes, we will.” I leaned down and planted a kiss on her soft, plump lips.

“Ooooh, you two look so cute when you kiss,” Asta cooed, and I turned to see her standing in the doorway with Inger on her shoulder.

Eira was right behind her with Svass curled around her neck, and the redhead simply raised an eyebrow at me and cocked a lopsided grin.

“We found some jewelry and weapons we can sell,” Eira said.

“Oh, good.” I nodded. “I did as well.”

“I have the spell ready to go, too,” Kas announced. “All we have to do is get them outside.”

“Alright.” I smiled. “Let’s go. I don’t want them to have to wait any longer.”

“Right,” Asta agreed, and she clapped and bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. “I’m sure they’ll be so happy in dragon valley. I bet they’ll find so many old friends.”

“They were probably taken as children,” Eira said.

“Dragons have great memories.” Asta shrugged. “And they live for