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Everything was dark and cold. There was a constant ringing in my ears and ting stars danced across my vision. Sharp rocks dug into my back through my traditional dress the awkward position causing creases in the ice blue silk. I spread my arms. Dug my fingers into the frozen earth and pushed myself up. Surveying my surroundings all I could see was an empty vast waste land.
The silence was deafening.
This is not what I am used to, horrible battles and horrendous bloodshed yes. Not nothingness.
I clambered to my feet, my limbs feeling heavy. Probably making me look like a new born fawn. The only thing I could do was explore so I started walking. Off in the distance I saw some rubble and as I goy closer I recognised the shape of a ruined table.
A strong sense of de jia vous hit me.
Like a memory of a shadow just out of my grasp. Hesitantly I stretched out my hand and the pads of my fingers glide across the course grey stone.
The wind picked up causing the end of my dress to brush at my calves.
My gaze was firmly on the table. When a large pair of cobalt feet stepped into my vision.
Terror grasped my heart as my eyes travelled up the harsh intimidating body. Thick lower legs met powerful thighs. Naked for viewing. A monstrous torso of bulging muscles and veiny arms was next. His older angular face was decorated in risen scar tattoos, savage but beautify.
I prolonged the essesing of these features in a bid not to look into his eyes.
My breathing jutted like a blocked tap, as my heart raced. Inevitably I looked up into the frost giants eyes. Bloody orbs met mine, what I saw was gleeful maliciousness but after a moment they emotion morphed into confusion, before quickly shifting to anger.
A strong cold hand grasped my neck over the top of the silk of the high neck of the dress, it was so large the fingers and thumb overlapped.
"What are you" its voice was slow and soft but no less intimidating. our eye contact still hadn't broken.
My best chance of survival was probably to stay silent. Also the fact that my air supply was short due to the giant hand around my slim white neck. The only sound was my desperate gasping breaths.
"What are you" its voice came again albeit a little louder. I did not answer again. I could hear fathers words about being a polite lady, but I doubt he would feel this situation needed manners.
The giant lost his patience and roared, lifting me into the air. Startled I grabbed with my hands at his lower arms and clung on. I read that when you touch a frost giant it is extremely painful. Instant frostbite. I prepared for the pain but nothing came. Looking down to were our skin met , my porcelain colouring swirled and shifted to turn blue.
Spreading for the frost giant like a virus ti ran up my arms till all I could see was blue.
The skin of a frost giant,
He dropped me, and I fell to the earth with a thud. I was brought out of my trance. This was a dream a messed up dream created to distress me.
This isn't real.
All worry for the murderous giant disappeared. I rubbed my hands together trying to get rid of the offending pigment, nothing . Growing desperate I start to scratch visiously at my forearms, nothing.
I wailed and cried out in fear, fear of my self. Movement to the side of me caught my attention. I looked up into the eyes of the frost giant once more looking like a rabid animal.
Taken a back I saw an emotion I didn't expect to see sadness. He reached out to me once again but this time not violently be like a child's trying to comfort a distressed pet. When he was an hair away I felt a tug on my back and without a chance to cry out I feel.
I bolted up from my bed and sucked in a large breath of air. I was in my room, it was dark and everything was still. Remembering the dream I looked down at my hands but there was not enough light to make out the colour. Without thinling I slide out of my room and onto the hall way balcony to look at my skin in the moonlight.
Thankfully I was back to normal. How could I let such a stupid nightmare get to me. I moved to return to my room but a foot fall stopped me. Thor came around the corner to stand next to me. His eyes intent on my face.
"Had a bad dream" he whispered soothingly.
His eyes pleaded for me to acknowledge him after the distance I had tried to put between us after realising my feelings. I would regret it in the morning but I did not care. Gliding towards him I let him pull me to his warm chest. Nothing mattered as long as he held me like this forever.
I wrapped my arms around his waste and nuzzled into his neck breathing in his smell of burnt wood and rain. Sighing in contentment I rose on my toes to whisper in his ear causing his hold to tighten.
"Everything is fine now that you are here"