The demon in Lena's body narrowed her eyes as she regarded Frost suspiciously.
"You know me?" she asked. The Fae swallowed nervously, backing up a few paces from the Dream Dealer's limp form.
"Uh...well...no, not really. I mean, not in any meaningful way. Not even acquaintances, really. In fact, I'm not even sure what I'm saying. Lena? Who's Lena? Nobody I know, that's for sure!"
The demon's eyes widened in recognition and then narrowed in a wicked smile. She laughed. "Little Sister's too-blue boyfriend! Oh, it HAS been a while, hasn't it?" A flick of her wings shot her forward, and she pinned him to the wall with casual ease. He struggled frantically. She smiled. It was cute, really.
"How IS little Rhiannon these days?" She put a hand in front of her face in mock shock and gasped, "Are you two living in SIN, yet? I bet you make QUITE the tragic couple." The Fae's pale face flooded with color. Too easy. "No doubt she sent you here, hmm? To finally learn my name, and save her beloved sister?" She threw a melodramatic arm across her forehead. Her captive wheezed as the motion shoved him farther into the wall, bits of cracking plaster showering his ridiculous blue hair.
"Perhaps I should send her a present? To show how much I appreciate her tireless devotion. Any suggestions on what small token I should send?" She tapped his nose meaningfully.
"You waste our time, That-Which-Was-Once-Lena," said Itzpapalotl behind her. Lena spared a glance over her shoulder at the obsidian goddess.
"The last of our company has yet to arrive," Lena replied, hiding her flash of annoyance. She grabbed her captive by the scruff of the neck and tossed him, flailing, towards the two goddesses. "Here. Some entertainment to pass the time."
Badb crowed with laughter, rubbing her hands together eagerly. "Ooh!" she squealed, "He looks like a real bleeder, too!" Itzpapalotl snorted, but seemed interested.
"I doubt this wretch can pose much challenge, but it has been long since a blood sacrifice was made to me. He will do."
The Fae looked up at both of them from his sprawled position on the floor and sputtered indignantly, "To hell with that!"
He slapped his hands to the ground and suddenly the hotel hallway was moving. Rolling, to be precise, sending the goddesses shrieking as they were tossed about like dolls.
"You're the Dreamer!" Lena cried in stunned realization as she dodged a light fixture. Her shock quickly turned to fury. "You weren't sent here -- Armin set me up!"
"Yup!" Frost agreed, merrily, thumbing his nose in her direction. He leaped down the hallway, scooped up Armin's body, and latched on to the nearest door. "Nice to see you again," he called, as Lena snarled in impotent rage, tossed about by forces that did not seem to touch the impudent Fae. "I'll tell your sister you said 'Hi.'" With a sweaty hand he turned the door-nob, and fled from the dream to the sounds of Lena's furious scream and the shrieking of crows.
Frost heard a groan and opened his eyes to find a squat, hairy creature with rows of needle-like teeth sitting on his chest. It was holding its head, blood dribbling from its nose.
"Admit it, Armin," Frost wheezed, finding it difficult to take a full breath under the weight. "You're a hack."
The creature glared at him between long, clawed fingers, tufted ears flicking angrily against its ridiculous hat.
"Oh?" It growled, "I'm not the one that made a mess of things."
"Pff, please," Frost chuckled, "You stole that hotel set right out of Inception. Dream Dealer my ass!"
The creature stared at him, dumbfounded. Frost just laughed.
"You're insane," it said, finally. "Completely crazy. There's no other explanation."
"Yeah, I get that a lot," Frost replied with a lopsided grin.
"Do you have any idea what you've done? We had a deal!" The hairy beast stomped on his chest and Frost choked on a giggle.
"I said I'd be a vessel to the meeting. They met. I was a vessel. You didn't say anything about crashing the party."
"ARG!" The Alp leaped off the chortling Fae, its claws creaking against the wood pallet. "FAIRIES!" it snarled, throwing up its hands, as if that explained everything that was wrong with the world. It hopped off the pallet and onto the iron bars of the cage, waddling towards the door and muttering darkly under its breath. Behind him, Frost's laughter stilled.
Armin should have taken that as a warning.
With a sudden burst of Air, Frost snatched the Alp's hat from its head. The black felt headgear flew across the cage into the Fae's waiting hand. Armin squealed in outrage, "Give that back, you miserable pest, or I'll-" A flame appeared in Frost's other hand, and he held the hat above the fire. Armin squeaked in alarm, edging towards the door.
"Fire? But you - you're a Winter Fae..."
"Winter Lord. Never said I was Winter Fae. Stupid assumption. And stay where you are, Armin, with your hands where I can see them."
The Alp froze, glaring. Then he sighed, deflating like a bulbous balloon.
"They think I turned on them, don't they?" Armin asked, resigned.
"I might have implied that you set them up, yeah," Frost affirmed, smugly. Then his smile faltered a bit.
"Something wrong?" the Alp asked, sourly.
You're not the only one they'll be coming after, Frost thought grimly to himself.
"Nope," he forced a smile on his face and nodded at the room outside the cage. "Now, how about you get some of those rugs in here? Nice and slow. Or Mr. Hat gets a taste of American barbecue."