To guest reviewer Kc:
Thank you for the advice— I'm trying my hardest to keep Loki in character, but he's fairly complex, and I'm finding him difficult to write. So yeah, he may be a little OOC, and hasn't found reason to use his magic yet— though I'll probably put that into play soon— but I'm trying my hardest. Thank you for your politeness and the time you took to read. Again, thanks for the advice, and I'll try to work on those things!
Gjalp huffed.
There wasn't much else to do at this point.
She'd tried everything. But there was just no way for her to break the ice on her hands without help. And by now, she'd lost all feeling in her arms, her shoulders aching.
So there were a few options. The cliff could crumble, and she could fall to her death. A roc could swing by in search of a meal, tear her from the cliff and gobble her up, but that was unlikely given that rocs only attacked younglings and the occasional dag. Others were simply too big. Or, almost more unlikely, someone could come by and she could call for help.
Gjalp was stuck here.
Sighing, she shivered.
Her pupils were wide, cheeks flushed, and chest heaving. All her wounds except got her shoulder had stopped bleeding. She needed a healer to look at that. It wouldn't kill her— Not right away. But it was probably getting infected as she thought about it. Her arms were numb, the pain in her shoulders growing. The soreness from being tossed around by Skadi was also starting to set in.
All in all?
Gjalp was kind of screwed.
At that moment, the wind picked up.
"... Great..."
Contrary to what the Asgardians thought— she and Loki had held a very long, loud discussion that was almost an argument over this— there was such as thing as too cold for jotun. It normally only happened during bad storms.
Storms like the one that Gjalp could smell heading her way on the wind.
Combine that with the current nighttime, the temperature would be dropping drastically— was dropping drastically.
Another option had been added to the list—
Gjalp was going to freeze to death.
A small gasp left her as the cold bit into her bones, especially around her shoulder. The wind was cutting through her like a warrior's ice-scythe, instilling a chill deep under her skin.
As dark clouds crept over the already-dark sky, obliterating all light, Gjalp felt snow whipped against her skin. It hurt, stinging and biting. She clenched her teeth, squeezing her eyes shut.
The the wind changed direction.
A pained howl left the witch as snow was driven top-speed to dig into her shoulder-wound.
Clawed hands wrapped around her wrists.
Shocked, Gjalp looked up.
Ruby eyes glinted from under layers of fa-pelt cloaks and wraps, familiar heritage-lines greeting Gjalp through clouded puffs of breath.
"... G-Gunnlod..."