Servant of Jotunheim

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King Naris draws his sword and points it towards me while I attempt to cover my modesty. The two Kings look as though they will gladly tear one another's throats out at any moment.

Naris: "It was your father that intercepted the message from the Jotuns, Agnarr. Did he never tell you?"

Agnarr: "You knew Azalea lived and yet you did nothing?"

Naris: "Quite the opposite. I personally traveled to Jotunheim, where I kindly offered her the opportunity to return with me and finally put an end to her foolishness".

Agnarr: "She never would have gone anywhere with you".

Naris: "You are indeed correct, old friend. She outright refused and informed me of the life growing inside of her. As a punishment for her insolence, I cursed that child and left her there to die, seeing as she preferred being in the company of those monsters".

Me: "No, that is not true. Lord Surt forced himself on my mother?"

Naris: "So you were the half breed runt that Surt brought here claiming to be his own? Now you are the Allfather's whore, how very interesting" he laughs loudly.

Surt is not my father, how can this be?

I come to a horrible realisation. If King Naris had forced himself on my mother before she had fled from Alfheim, then I can only come to one logical conclusion. He is my father.

Agnarr: "Why would you curse an innocent child to such a fate?"

Naris: "I knew that King Laufey would never have risked sending her back to Alfheim. Who would not believe that a Jotun hadn't fucked her and left her with child? It gave our fathers more than enough time to gather her entire family, claiming to have news of her whereabouts, and lure them all to an unpleasant end so she could never return".

Agnarr: "You bastard!" he draws his sword.

The two Kings attack, fighting one another with all the strength they possess as their weapons clash violently. The sounds of their fury echoed through the mountains.

Naris: "Your sister Elanor begged for her life before I pushed her out of that window!" he cruelly mocks.

Agnarr swings his sword, causing a deep wound to his opponents arm. Naris quickly retaliates and sets about impairing him by swiftly dragging his own sword across his abdomen.

Agnarr collapses down onto his knees, clutching his gut in pain and clearly losing a great deal of blood while Naris stands over him, confident in his victory.

Me: "Naris, stop!"

Naris: "Why should I?"

Me: "If you allow him to live then I will go with you willingly. I will no longer fight you or attempt to escape. Please?"

He says nothing, but he swiftly pulls me up from the ground by the rope around my wrists, and continues dragging me behind him to the Bifrost portal, leaving Agnarr there.

I begin to think of the King I love, wondering if he would believe that I had abandoned him and fled the realm once more.

If I were to taken to Svartalfheim or die right here, then the last words I said to him were in a fit of childish anger. If those foolish words were his to be his final memory of me then I would never forgive myself.

Me: "My feet hurt".

Naris: "We are almost there".

Me: "Can we rest for one moment?"

Naris: "Fine! Sit there and do not try anything foolish" he instructs before guiding me over to a large rock nearby that I can rest upon.

Me: "Is this how our marriage will be?" I mock.