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Sensuality/violence
Sylv layed there contently in Loki's arms, she looked up at him and his steady breathing informed her he was still fast asleep. The soft yellowish light in the corner hypnotized her, from both a mix of being half-awake and not wanting to ever leave this room. She looked at his face and grinned.
So perfect, so beautiful. Yet he suffers so. Yet, I suffer so...
She felt like nothing could depress her. Tonight was a euphoric blessing. But after a little while of thinking of things that she wanted so dearly to forget, things so filled with emotion, she felt herself sinking into a hole that she was trying desperately to grasp the walls and not fall in. But it was too late. She held him tighter as memories flooded back into her mind.
My armor...my weapons...if only, if only! I could use this and perhaps...no, no, stupid...don't be a fool, you'll die. But wait...
She kept on staring at the chest with her weapons and armor. Escape plans and portals off the planet rushed through her mind, but deep inside she knew they'd all be folly. One-on-one Sylv is a deadly, powerful dagger-wielder. But against countless guards who could eventually overpower her, nearly useless. She held the leather armor in her hands, as tears flowed down her face silently.
This place disgusted her. Disgusted her almost as much as Thor. She missed her life, she missed hunting, and she couldn't bear to think of returning to the city. However if she chose not to and was discovered, she would most likely be whipped in public, much like last time.
Of course the thought of simply staying in Kvivik until her servantship is over, was an option. She would in turn have to make her own business and get her own servants. But each time you're caught doing something the Royal Guards would deem 'questionable' you are punished and have at least 2 years added to your servantship.
Which meant Sylv had quite a many years to go, and the thought made her feel sick.
She held the pendant and in a decision of rebellion, decided to wear it. But hid it under her dress.
The sky began to grow darker to a deep lavender color, and she realized she must leave. She put everything back into the chest and crawled back under the tree trunk, but the lighting was no longer coming in, so she couldn't fit the chest into the hole, as something was stuck somewhere. Knowing that no one would probably ever come to this particular spot, she left it in its stuck-position and crawled out, making her way through the trees once more.
As she emerged through the forest back into the green valley, she took another glance down at her torn dress.
This is bad indeed. But perhaps if I make it back home before the celebrations are over, I can patch it up...
She made it to the wall and looked around carefully. She jumped over and smoothed herself out, attempting to look like a normal citizen. She remembered her hair tied up and pulled the string, just in time to meet a guard turning the corner. She turned red, worried that anything else could appear out-of-place on her.
"And what might a villager be doing 'ere, while the celebrations are at the city square?" he said, sounding rather bored. She smiled sweetly, attempting to work her charm. "My master, Gradon, had me finish working."
The guard eyed her suspiciously. "Aye, be on yer way." he said, waving her past as he continued down the street. She felt nervously for the pendant hidden under the clothes on her chest, and walked casually down the streets back to where she lived, the sky now nearly black.
No one lit any lanterns since they were all in the square, so everything was becoming nearly invisible in the darkness. The two moons were the only source of light, and one of them was so far away, it barely made a difference.
She could hear the sounds of cheering and partying to the north, while she walked west. At one time, such an invitation to celebrations like this would be unacceptable to not go. But her desire for such things had passed since she was betrayed by Asgard.
Just a short distance from home, she saw another guard approaching, a lantern in hand. She didn't think too much of it, since she got passed the first one. Once again, the guard stopped her and asked why she was alone here, while everyone else celebrated. She explained why, rather casually, and began to walk away when he didn't respond to her answer.
Just as she got a few steps away, she heard the words that made her stomach leap in horror. "Why is ya' dress torn?" he said. She didn't turn, just thought for an explanation. This guard is much younger than the last, maybe he'll let her go if she plays dumb.
"I says, why is ya' dress torn, servant?" he repeated. She turned around. "It got caught on something sharp sticking out of the floor, of course." she said. He walked closer and held the lantern up to examine her face. He noticed she had some dirt on her chin, and a couple of twigs sticking out of her hair.
He bent down and looked at the bottom of her dress and grabbed something. He stood up and held it to her face. "Whats' this, lovely? They putting twigs and the like indoors nowadays?" It was two leaves stuck together. Her heart dropped and she almost couldn't stand.
How could I not notice that. No, no, no...
She didn't say anything, and she didn't need to. "Well this ought to make a fine show tonight at the celebrations. I was jus' thinkin' we needed a whipping..." he said, his hand resting on his sword handle. "Unless you'd rather 'pay your due' in another way." he said, reaching for her dress.
She panicked. Both ways were horrible beyond imagination, and both ways they would discover her necklace as well. She prepared her hands to simply snap his neck and be on her way, but they would know she was the only one not in the city square.
You filthy, rotten pig. When I come one day to slaughter you all, you will be first to die a slow, painful death.
She held back a sob and began to pull the strings to her dress. She was praying she could 'preoccupy' his mind long enough so she could take the necklace off, all while trying to bite her tongue as hard as possible, so as to prevent herself from killing him right here.
He pulled her down an alleyway and pushed her against a wall. "Glad you could see it my way." He felt all over her, and viciously kissed her, and pulled his pants down. She didn't respond at all, so he pulled her dress up and pulled her leg up with it.
You will die in the most painful way I can create...
Just as he was about to have his way with her, she kicked him across the alley, slamming into the other wall, falling unconscious.
Oh god, oh god! What now? I just couldn't...let him...violate me...
Her heart raced at a nearly impossible rate. She stared at him, her face covering her hands. She turned and ran down out of the alley, just to see a guard walking straight towards her. She ran the other way down the alley, the guard now chasing her. Her instincts from when she used to hunt and be a top class assassin kicked in, and she bolted down the alley, and jumped over a wall. The guard sounded his horn.
She kept running, down the streetways and past apparently empty buildings, her heart pounding in her ears. After a few minutes she jumped aside and hid from view, so she could see behind her.
No one pursued her. She sighed and realized the magnitude of the situation she's in. She will undoubtedly be tortured and most likely killed for this. These Hollheimers are stonger than mid-gardians but weaker than Asgardians.
If there was ever a time to escape, it is now.
She needed to get her weapons and armor. But walking through the city is suicide. She felt sick with nerves and fear but tried her hardest to concentrate. She heard another horn blow nearby. She leaned out and looked around, and not seeing anyone, sprinted onwards down the street, towards the city's walls. Another horn.
She slid along the walls, guided only by the moon's weak beams. The festival would be ending soon, which means people returning home, and possibly spotting her. She thought of this and picked up her speed.
After what seemed like half an hour, she made it to the Walls of the City of Kvivik. There was a great iron gate that was closed, and she stopped in her tracks, thinking of a way around it. She nearly turned around to try and head through the city again when she heard two horns blow, one after the other, frighteningly close.
She ran up to the gate and tried to see if she could fit herself through the holes. Useless. There was a special mechanism to lift the gate that she did not have the time to figure out. She stood back and looked around, and saw a cart leaning up against the wall. She jumped on top of it, and jumped onto the roof of a building, and kept climbing.
Eventually she made it high enough to be level with the wall, as several more horns blew nearby. The jump was 10 feet, but it was easily taken by her, as she landed flawlessly on her feet. She jumped down the wall, a 30 foot drop, without thinking. Before she landed, she was positive she would break her legs.
Living here has dumbed me down. I have forgotten I am an Asgardian.
She landed and ran south so fast it almost seemed her feet didn't touch the ground. She ran into the forest, not even looking down for branches, and went for her chestbox. It looked so different at night but she eventually found her way once more. There is the tree. And the box. She crawled underneath and felt for it. She found it neatly fit into the hole.
She distinctly remembered it being stuck. She pulled it out and went up into the moonlight and opened it. It was empty.
And then she felt a cold, sharp object at her neck. She looked up and saw several guards and even mounted guards looking at her.
"Tsk, tsk, we are in trouble...tsk tsk..."