I ran away from the horror that was unfolding behind me. I tripped in the snow and ice and while I was on my hands and knees I heard a crack of thunder and there was a bright light that I could not look at. When the light died away I was in front on a man on a horse that had eight legs the man himself was dressed in armor with a gold helmet and an eyepatch.
"Sleipnir?" Was the last thing I remember saying before I fainted.
"Is she okay?' I heard someone say.
I felt someone standing over me but I couldn't move. I couldn't even open my eyes.
"She has a head wound that's bleeding."
Someone sighed, "Can it be mended.
"Not here."
"What do you mean, Brother?" A silky voice inquired.
"The Palace Healers can-"
"No," I heard the first voice chime in
"But Dad she'll die here."
"I can understand you wanting to help her but she is a native to this realm and if she is to die we must not interfere. Come my sons, we have more pressing matters to attend to."
I heard him ride away.
"I can't just let her die, Loki."
Loki? I remember thinking it couldn't be the God, could it?
"Go." The silky voice told him, "I'll take her back."
I felt his arms come under me. I could feel one of his strong arms in the crooks of my knees and his other arm hitting the middle Of my upper back. Leaving my arms open and hanging.
"Loki, no, if Dad finds out."
"He'll be mad?" He laughed, "Wouldn't be the first time. Heimdall!"
His sudden yell made me jump. There was a brilliant light that shone though my eyelids
"Don't say anything." Loki told someone as I felt him carry me. I could feel the soft wind caressing me and swirling across my face. I heard his footfalls echoing. I must have passed out because the next thing I remember was being lowered into a bath my eyes popped open and that's when I first saw my rescuer.
Our eyes met before everything went dark again.