Gods and Mortals

Chapter 4

Sally

I have to get away from him. I've read enough about him. He's an obviously dangerous man and the fact, that he's mad, when not even insane, makes him not being less dangerous. As soon he would find out my feeling for him, he would start playing with me. I heard his vague footsteps behind me. I started to walk faster, hearing him quicken his pace as well. I felt, how fear found its way through my veins. I began to run as fast as I my powers allowed me, which was very fast. I suddenly hit a hook to the left. I quickly watched back, not seeing him anymore. Well, it was a bad idea, because I ran full speed into the next tree. //(Flashback) I was in the cell again, being pinned to the wall by one of the guards, right after I screamed on the top of my lungs. The red color vanished from my sight and the blue got more intense than before. I felt myself untighten every single muscle, like I was about to give up. The guard was stupid enough to fall for this old kind of battle trick and got something that looked like an orange box threw over his head. He fell almost immediately unconscious. I heard someone taking a step behind me and turned. I swear my heart just had skipped a beat. 'Cause it was Loki. He looked a little shocked. Then I turned again and began to run...// I was back in the forest, the flashback only last a couple of seconds. My vision got blurry and I felt dizziness come over me. Black dots started to disable my sight. Then blackness...

Loki

<Do someone understand women> I thought as I followed her. She had started running and soon I lost sight on her. Unfortunately for her, she had left a highly visible trace of cracked branches and flat trodden grass. Already after a couple of minutes I found her lying unconscious on the ground. She had a lesion at her head, bleeding intensely. What dullness of a mortal. Sighing I picked her up, holding her close to my torso. Sally silently let out a groan and made some attends in shifting away, but she was obviously too weak for it. I headed back to the glade, carefully taking my movements. She ran pretty far in this short amount of time. There must definitely be more about her.

I somehow need to gain her trust. She could have a good use for my revenge against Odin and Thor. If I only would know how.

I looked down to her, while walking. Her fiery red-golden hair had some brighter shapes now and then, her skin pale. Her wound was still bleeding and colored parts of her maiden-like face red. I noticed a small scar going over her right eye-lid. The rest of her face was flawless. I looked back up to see where I was going. During I went forward, my gaze wandered more than once back to the scar. How might she got it? So many unanswered questions. How does she manage to run so fast? What has she done to be wanted? What use can she be for me? Why did she run away? What was Odin's plan for taking her to Asgard? I sighed again and decided not to dwell on it.

We reached the, now abandoned, glade and I hesitated for a moment before pacing to the entry. With a slightly nod, I opened the door and walked in. I closed it in the same matter. I went straight to the living-chambers, where I lied her down on the sofa. As I let go of her, her eye-lids slightly tremored several times. I then took care of her wound and after I bandaged it, I fetch one of my books and sat down opposite of her. I could not focus on reading though. My mind kept drifting away to her against my will. I was reading the same sentence for the third time, as the thought came, that I now had at least a reason that she had to do me a favor. After another half an hour at least, she slightly moved and tried to sit up. But fell back with a moan.

Sally

As I got back I thought my head would explode every single moment. What happened? I layed on something smooth. Too smooth for grass. Where was I? How long have I blacked out? I tried to sit up, but my head felt like the Hulk would smash me, over and over again. Well... that's what I assumed it to feel like. As I let myself fell back, a moan escaped my lips. How I hated this day more with each minute that passed.

It should've been an absolutely normal and boring day of school. And now, I'm stuck on Asgard and had freed one of the most dangerous and powerful men from his prison, by the way. I pushed the frustrating thoughts away and slowly opened my eyes. My vision was blurry and I felt a little dizzy. I blinked a few times to clear my view and froze. There was a wooden ceiling. The dizziness was gone in no time and I abruptly sat up, ignoring the trembles in my head. I looked around flurry. I was placed on a quiet large, green couch. The room I was in was mostly built out of wood. There were several book-shelves, which bent under the weight of the many books. A small chuckle let me turn my head around, just to see Loki sitting a few feet away from me in a tall armchair, looking up from an old looking book.