What seemed like moments after you went back to bed, a firm rough hand grasped your arm and yanked you out of bed before throwing you to the floor.
"GET UP!" your father yelled still smelling of potent beer and vomit. You stood up to go and fetch him some morning drink but this time he stopped you. His hand clasped around your jaw and began to squeeze. It felt as if it was about to break.
"Please father" you whimpered.
"GIVE. ME. A KISS." He growled fiercely. You kissed his cheek gently and went to leave the room before both his arms locked around your waist and pulled you sharply back to him. You began to cry as his rough dirty hands began to run themselves over your body. Suddenly he pushed you to the ground with an almighty force.
"GET DRESSED AND GET ME A DRINK YOU WHORE!" he yelled. It was a wonder he never woke your mother and sister. Maybe he did, maybe they lay afraid in their beds scared, and not knowing what to do.
You put on a long brown dress made of cheap cotton which had no sleeves and didn't have a low cut, you didn't want any more groping it was supposed to reach the floor but because you had gotten quite a bit older since when you bought it, it was almost as high as your knees. You slipped on some small black boots and made your pig of a father some beer from under the sink. After placing it in his hand you went to the window to see if the salesmen had arrived yet. You of course knew it was way too early for them to come, you just wanted to see a friendly face.
Being 17 held disadvantages for you your father was becoming more sexually interested in you and getting married was not something you wanted to do. You were afraid that any husband that you might take would end up like your father and you couldn't bear that to happen. You had considered leaving and seeking menial work such as a waitress in a bar or a maid at the palace or just some work in the city making just enough to stay away from here.
"BITCH!" you father yelled. You looked round at his drunken face.
"Sit on my lap" he slurred. You obeyed hesitantly. Just before you could to sit on his lap he pulled you down on top of him. You felt a bulge beneath you.
"Mmmmm" he moaned "quite the adult girl aren't we". His hands grasped your dress and began to pull slowly upwards.
A sensation of anger sparked through your veins. You released yourself from his embrace.
"NO FATHER! I AM NOT YOUR SEX SLAVE I WILL NEVER BE THAT!" you yelled.
His face boiled with fury and you realised what you had just done you had to run. You had to run now. Snatching a blue cape from the back of the door you sprinted out of the front door as fast as you could. There was no time to fetch the horse you'd have to escape on foot. Heading for the trees you ran and ran and ran until you were lost.
"well look on the bright side" you thought to yourself "at least father isn't here with me". You leaned back against a tree and lest yourself slide down against it until you sat upon the floor.
A tear ran down your face. You never got to say good bye to your mother and sister. Crying you fell asleep alone and sad.
When you awoke it was night time and glistening silver beams from the moonlight peered through the gaps in the trees scattering the beams across the forest floor. It looked beautiful.
Suddenly stick cracked and stumbling footsteps came towards you closer and closer. You looked straight ahead in anticipation waiting, for someone to emerge from the darkness. You could barely see when a stumbling wide framed figure came walking towards you. You immediately knew who it was. Your eyes widened with fear and breaths came out in short and harsh pants making you obvious even to the old drunk. He grabbed hold of your shoulders and shook you violently cursing you among other things you couldn't make out. Slamming you up against the tree he pulled down his trousers and yanked up your skirt. Sobbing you tried to pull free but his hands pinned you flat against the bark.
"HELP!" you screamed out into the night, even though you knew it was hopeless. He took off your only means of protection and threw your underwear to the floor.
Suddenly a rider cam bursting out from the night knocking your father to the floor to which you also fell in shock and fear. The man dismounted and helped you up before drawing a sword and running your father through you yelped in surprise and a hint of sadness from the loss but you wouldn't miss him for long. The man averted his eyes so you may place on your underwear.
"Are you ok?" he asked. His voice was deep and soothing the man stood a good foot above you and together with his voice intimidated you but comforted you also.
"I I'm fine" you blurted out still in shock.
"Are you sure?" the man asked rubbing your arms gently "he didn't hurt you did he". You looked around still a little confused. He cupped your chin to face him however you could see nothing under that hood of his. "Did he touch you?" he asked again. His voice was so soft you could have melted right there in his arms.
"N-no" you said. You stared straight at him in attempt to get a look at your rescuer but it was no use. "who are you?" you asked as softly as you could trying to match his tone.
He lowered his hood and you could see him perfectly in the light of the moon. His bright green eyes stared into your very soul but not forcefully like a puppy would stare with love that would melt your heart to the core. His long black hair trailed down to the back of his neck but flicked out in a perfect way that looked as if it had been sculpted by a fine craftsman on a statue, his pale skin glistened in the night every inch of him was a pearl shimmering in the silver light and his cheekbones were as if they had been chiselled by angels themselves.
"I am Loki he smiled, son of Odin".