The frosty treetops glistened from the weak radiance of the sun, that was tucked behind the dark and opaque clouds that blanketed across the sky. Snow and sleet fell from above, covering the entire ground in front of us. The journey was treacherous enough as it was, but adding snow to it was like pouring salt on an open wound. I’ve always hated Jotunheim. It wasn’t the cool breeze or the ominous craggily rocks in the distance that set me on edge, it was what was within Jotunheim that did. In all my years of battle I’d never come in contact with a Jotunn, and I intend to keep it that way.
I glanced back through the blizzard, hoping to still see the girl I had been chosen to escort through this hellish wasteland. Four days ago, Odin himself …show more content…
Her dark brunette hair flowed in the merciless wind. A fur coat hung over her shoulders shielding her from the harsh weather.
“How much further?” I asked her.
I didn’t expect an answer. She barely talked to me the whole way. I asked her what her name was, and she just shrugged it off like she was tired of answering that same question over and over.
“Just over this hill,” she muttered, barely audible through the roaring …show more content…
Amidst the trees stood a strange woman. Wings sprouted from her back and she wielded a spear about as tall as I was. Her winged helmet hugged her head of blonde hair perfectly. She was easily over six feet tall and her clothing looked heavenly and gorgeous. Her most striking feature however, was her eyes. Even through the blizzard I could see them clear as day. Her prominent green eyes pierced through the air, almost as if she were staring straight into my soul, finding out my deepest darkest secrets that even I didn’t know about.
It then dawned on me, I knew exactly what she was. She was a Valkyrie from Valhalla, and that could only mean one thing.
As if on cue a woman’s voice next to me said, “Something wrong?”
I was so awestruck by the Valkyrie I totally had forgotten about the girl I was escorting. I looked and was startled to find a man standing where she was only seconds before. He was tall and lanky, resembling the likeliness of a snake. Red fiery hair spiked upward almost looking like a perfect cone. A scar cut across the bridge of his nose, and his calloused hands wreathed in anticipation as if he was waiting for this moment. I knew exactly who this was.
“Loki,” I said through gritted teeth. He was the last person I wanted see
I glanced back through the blizzard, hoping to still see the girl I had been chosen to escort through this hellish wasteland. Four days ago, Odin himself …show more content…
Her dark brunette hair flowed in the merciless wind. A fur coat hung over her shoulders shielding her from the harsh weather.
“How much further?” I asked her.
I didn’t expect an answer. She barely talked to me the whole way. I asked her what her name was, and she just shrugged it off like she was tired of answering that same question over and over.
“Just over this hill,” she muttered, barely audible through the roaring …show more content…
Amidst the trees stood a strange woman. Wings sprouted from her back and she wielded a spear about as tall as I was. Her winged helmet hugged her head of blonde hair perfectly. She was easily over six feet tall and her clothing looked heavenly and gorgeous. Her most striking feature however, was her eyes. Even through the blizzard I could see them clear as day. Her prominent green eyes pierced through the air, almost as if she were staring straight into my soul, finding out my deepest darkest secrets that even I didn’t know about.
It then dawned on me, I knew exactly what she was. She was a Valkyrie from Valhalla, and that could only mean one thing.
As if on cue a woman’s voice next to me said, “Something wrong?”
I was so awestruck by the Valkyrie I totally had forgotten about the girl I was escorting. I looked and was startled to find a man standing where she was only seconds before. He was tall and lanky, resembling the likeliness of a snake. Red fiery hair spiked upward almost looking like a perfect cone. A scar cut across the bridge of his nose, and his calloused hands wreathed in anticipation as if he was waiting for this moment. I knew exactly who this was.
“Loki,” I said through gritted teeth. He was the last person I wanted see