Nymphs are the purest creatures of the Nine.
We are the purest, the holiest of them all, but also the most vulnerable, a touch, even a word is enough to break and destroy a young nymph, ripping apart their blameless soul, that is the true reason there is only a few of us, only elders to found in Midgard.
In fact I am the only one left here after his emergence; my siblings were captured or killed and now I am the one left to save them from his tortures because I am the one he really craves: the strongest of them all.
Our kind is staying away from every other, which could hurt us in any way, especially those who hunt us like deer, longing to break our body and soul for their entertainment. This untouched, separated life is the reason we remain forever young, innocent and graceful giving our life to eternity, serving a higher spirit, being bound to one thing after another. Being bound to people by only words, possessed by feelings for them, tempted by the illusion of physical connection, fighting against the yearning which keeps us close to the reality, the time of Midgard.
But while we are immortal we are not invulnerable, we are never to leave any part of our body uncovered, our skin is too tenuous, as I said, we have our fingers covered in gloves of gold, our core coated in light, shining armor, our feet and arms covered by the whites of the dresses we all wear. Being a nymph is a gift but also a curse, helping those in need by wise words, but also running from the ones who chase us. I never understood them with this sick obsession to us, why threaten something as harmless as a nymph, breakable like pure light?
My situation was actually different; they hunted me for being strong. I was a rare thing, a special one of my kind: I have been touched once in my life on my very own skin. I was only a child back then, but they say, I am the strongest nymph the Nine ever saw, I should have died, but I didn't even noticed. I have a mark on my skin though; pale as the cloudy sky, on my arm, proving it, but that touch made no harm to me, nothing at all.
Nobody understood, why it happened like this, but nobody tried to do it again, nobody questioned my resistivity, although it wasn't proved and now all the hunters are after me to have me as a trophy, killing me slowly. And now, I just surrender to one of them, surrender for my siblings.
"I want to touch you, nymph. Again and again, anywhere and everywhere, put my hands on you, all over your fragile body. Would not it be nice? Me leaving my mark on your skin, make you mine, take you; kill you slowly touch by touch…? In return for your sisters' life, of course."
"You have me wholly in your command, if you let them go and guarantee that they will be not hurt by anyone in your realm. It is not an offer; consider it as a promise, milord, knowing that a nymph never breaks its word." I answered looking at him calmly.
His madness surprised me, seeing his bewildered eyes running over and over my body, but I also found something so… engaging in his attitude, it made me curious, although he was threatening my life.
I felt a strange shiver slipping up on my spine, just like I always did before making a promise; it was what we nymphs call being bounded to someone. Many may think these were just simple words but for me every word had its power, some had power over even life and death. Making a promise was bounding me to him for all eternity, until his life ends or so does mine. If he breaks his promise, he loses me, but I hope he won't for the sake of my siblings.
"I take your generous promise, nymph, be sure, no Midgardian can hurt your kind."
"Promise me." I demanded immediately.
"Have I heard you saying 'my King'?"
"I don't play games, Loki Laufeyson; I'm not the one to call anyone a king. Titles come and go, like the seasons; none of them seems shiny enough to force me to worship their owner"
"Then, my dear… Shall I force you to do so?" he stood up from his throne. He was tall and strong standing there, wearing the helmet with the horns on it, looking down at me, I felt how small and defenseless I was against him. By the words his visage seemed to harden, his false cheerful mood flew away.
"If you touch me before the right time, I may die and you don't want your new pet to die, do you, my King?" I whispered watching him walking down the golden stairs towards me. My words were stronger than I was, my hands trembled slightly on my sides, I gasped and breathed faster and I knew he knows that I fear him more than I show.
"Good girl" he smiled at me all calmed down again, touching my shaking fingers through my gloves. He was so close I heard him breathing, his heart beating faster as he felt me in his hands. He didn't look at me, eyes wandered in further realities as his tongue slipped through the dried out lips of him. "I promise you everything you wish to have from me in return for your surrender" he said in a clear, definite voice letting me go. "Now you go. You may rest in my chambers till I find you a better place to stay in the palace. As the night falls I will join you, my pet."