You did not know how long it had been since your body had caved in to the pressure of exhaustion. As a slow breath escaped your parted your eyes opened a crack wide and a ray of sun made them water.

A feeling of ease out pressure on your chest. It was like a chain that forced you to stay calm yet as comfortable as a blanket.

Tired, your (S/C) skin burning as if fire danced on it, you managed to lick your lips. They were cracked, almost as dry as sand itself. A taste of iron lay on your tongue. The delicate skin had cracked.

You could feel how a slim trail of blood ran down the side of your face only to stop and seep into the edge of your hair.

You tried to move your head but your neck as stiff. It felt like if you'd put only briefly more pressure your bones would snap.

In the bright, blurry light, a silhouette appeared. Startled, you flinched. But at the same time this appearance felt familiar.

"Who..?", it rolled from your lips, heavy and slow.

The person stepped closer. Wooden panels vibrated with every step. Whoever that was, they were a person of might.

Something in the back of your head screamed. All of the cells in your body switched, wanted to run.

"Odin...", you whispered and closed your eyes once more.

It was no use. You would never escape the king of the gods. Not in a million years.

If he had managed to recapture you after your little prison break then there was no hope left.

You expected a hand to reach out, a foot to stomp onto your chest to press the air from your lungs. Something, anything that would be expected from a god as cruel as the Allfather it was.

But nothing happened.

Confused, you frowned but failed to force your eyes open once more. Instead you waited for a reaction.

"Just as I expected...", a heavy voice said and let out a deep breath. "I should have called for Eir instead..."

You failed to recall the face that belonged to this deep, vibrating voice that seemed so powerful yet so lazy at the same time.

But you knew very well that it was, in fact, familiar to your ears.

With a wave of agony washing over you once more, you forced one eye open to meet the blurry figure that bathed in light.

"Are you...", you had to swallow hard in order to not loose your voice to an aching throat.

"You know me very well.", the shadow bend down and as it did so, the edges sharpened a bit.

"Lord... Thor..?"

"Hm. At least your mind is sound."

All of a sudden his large hand reached out to wrap around your wirst and pull you up.

The touch of skin to skin caused a scream to slip from your tongue. It was so cold yet burned like the fires of Helheim.

Every single muscle inside your body tensed to cause the discomfort of electricity that made your organs feel like they were about to burst.

Struck by surprise, the god of thunder let go of you.

With a dull sound you crashed to the floor. Almost immediately your giant skin cracked and thin traces of blood poured out to stain the wood.

"Urgh!", vomit crawled up your throat.

Nausea made your head spin. You feared that your head was about to burst as a veil of thin shimmer started to fall over you.

The suffering took a hold yet left this underlining feeling of discomfort that nestled in the back of your neck.

As your mind came to rest, heavy breathing reached your ears.

Irritated, you raised your head only to find yourself on the floor in front of a bed.

Your gaze met Sif's.

"My lady?", you managed to sit up on your knees, just close enough to look over the edge of the bed.

The goddess of harvest wasn't able to say a word of hello. Her face was written with discomfort while beads of sweat covered that porcelain skin of hers.

Her hands dug into her stomach while she seemed to suffer with every breath you took.

"My wife is unwell.", Thor explained in his usual grim manner. "Our child."

Your eyes wandered lower. The sight chased a lightning down your spine.

Blood. Blood everywhere.

It covered the white sheets, made it look like a battlefield. Everything was a mess, from the stains that stuck to Sif's legs to the hem of her dress that she had torn to shreds, unknown why.

Overall she just seemed to be in distress and a kind of pain that was not known to you.

"Pl-please!", the goddess gasped as a cramp made her stomach visibly harden. "My- my child!"

Tears ran down her sweaty cheeks as she threw her head back to scream as if a blade had pierced her flesh.

"Help my wife.", Thor hissed into your ear. "Safe her."

Both confused and uncomfortable, you drew your eyebrows together and tried to slip away. But the large hand of the god of thunder wrapped around your neck and put pressure on it.

Out of reflex you tensed. You feared that he would make your bones snap without effort.

"I am by no means a healer!", you gasped with your teeth clenched.

"But you are Tyr's friend!", he let go of you with such combined frustration that you crashed to the floor. "And a giant! Your people heal what must be healed."

Warm blood ran down your lips and covered them with the taste of iron and raw meat. It was strange, this use of force wasn't all that brutal and yet your body bowed to its influence.

"So I truly am cursed now...", you whispered to yourself and wiped the blood with the back of your hand.

"Stop muttering nonsense.", Thor kneeled down in front of the bed to squeeze his wife's hand as she kept screaming in agony. "My Sif needs help... I am begging you!"

Suddenly there was this void inside your chest.

Your eyes moved up to meet the ones of lady Sif.

This was the wife of Thor. The man who killed all of your people.

You could make him suffer. He could loose his wife and his child if only you wanted to.

"Pl-please...", Sif's eyes overflew with tears. "Safe my Thrúd..."