"Well what do we have here..." a gravelly voice said. Michael squeaked as a hand reached under the covering and grabbed him by his hair, pulling him away from safety. Tears were welling in Michael's eyes, his scalp was screaming for relief and his heart pounded so hard he missed the viking's next words, "Look at me," the man said, forcing Michael to look him in the eyes. The giant man had an odd expression on his face, something Michael couldn't quite discern.