The wind of Jötunheim cut through the strong armor of the Asgardian soldiers. At every angle, battle raged with enough blood spilling to coat the whole of the palaces of both the Asgardian palace and to mop the floors of the whole of Jötunheim.

There was a shout in the distance as Thor slammed Mjölnir into the icy grounds of the Jötuns. Screams pierced the air, one more sign of death, provoked by the unholy lightning of Thor. Among the battle was a woman. She stumbled, almost tripping. Looking down, she was met with the sight of her foot sinking into the mauled body of a late Asgardian. 

"SLAVE!" the unmistakable voice of Laufey screeched. She looked over her shoulder, only to find his cold, lifeless eyes staring back. Taking tentative steps, she made her way towards Laufey. Ten yards away from getting slapped just so Laufey can let out his anger of being attacked, 5 yards. An Asgardian fell in front of her; she looked down with hard eyes. Laufey had broken her, made sure she knew no mercy.

"Kill the pathetic creature, slave." Laufey snarled. She continued to stare at the helpless body, whilst it suffered from a deep wound in its side. Without a second thought, she plunged her sword hilt deep through the Asgardian, making the sword sink through its body into the bloody ground.

"How may I be of assistance?" She spoke.

"Use your magic, slave. I care not if you deplete yourself, or kill yourself in the process, but use your magic to kill them all, all but Odin. Odin is mine. You will bring him back to me, as unharmed as possible." She listened to his instructions, only faltering for a second. Laufey knew the girl had only small amounts of magic, only the tiny amount taught to her by her mother-that she'd since only used in deathly ways-she pushed the thought away. She knew that he meant it when he said that he didn't care about her life. He had rooms full of slaves. She nodded, and proceeded across the battlefield, killing all the Asgardians in her sight, skirting her magic as best she could around the Jötuns.

She arrived at the top of a large boulder, noting the location of Odin and whom he was fighting alongside with. She smirked, recognizing Thor's normally kept hair wild and unruly, defying gravity.  She waited for the two to turn around, revealing another body. She tilted her head, not knowing who the body belonged to. She waited for a face, but never got one, she had only gotten the color of which his armor collar had been. And it had been green.

She rolled her eyes, not having time for the other two imbeciles. She was secretly grateful for the seconds of observation, for they had given some time to gather a bit more magic. She looked back to where the three musketeers had been before. They looked closer...she shrugged, it only made her job easier. She glanced to her left and found a nook in the boulder; climbing down into the nook, she hid herself from direct sight. Within minutes, the battle cries of Thor could be heard, along with the thud of dead bodies hitting the ground.

She squeezed her eyes shut, and opened her arms in invitation. She felt the dark power coursing through her as she concentrated on Thor and the other figure. She opened her eyes, enacting the magic. Her senses fizzled back into focus, and she heard the thunderous shouts of Thor die down as two bodies within two feet collapsed to the cold ground. She gasped in exhaustion. She let out her breath, which puffed in white air in front of her face. She swayed slightly and collapsed soon after. She struggled to keep her eyes open, and only saw the looming face of a man with a golden eye patch. She sneered in disgust knowing the face instantly. It was the sour face of Odin. Before she had the chance to comment on his sorry ass, she fell face first, barely aware of the sticky snow beneath her.

Odin loomed over her, and she felt herself suddenly overwhelmed with an urge to show him every sign of disrespect she could think of. She wanted to spit in his face, kick him in the knees and drive knives through his heart. All he had done was look at her, and she hated him.

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She gasped awake, and her first instinct was to check her neck. Her hands clutched around a solid, cold chain. She looked up, and instantly came to the realization that she was at the feet of Odin, facing Laufey. She strained to remember what had happened, and all at once, memories flooded her weak mind. She remembered killing off Asgardians and passing out, and she remembered Odin's looming face. Fragments of events after came to her, only giving her the information of being dragged to Laufey's throne and chained at the neck and wrists. She quickly noticed that her feet were free, and started scheming scenarios of an escape using only her feet, assuming her neck were to be freed. She heard a deep, bellowing, cold-hearted laugh.

"You call yourself a king? You attack my realm and bring me my own slave to trade? You are more foolish than I had originally thought, and I thought you to be very foolish. She means nothing, other than she is my favorite servants. But I have rooms filled with mortals and prisoners who will learn quickly or perish. Kill her, see if I care." Laufey's voice boomed. He glanced down at her and was quick to notice her consciousness.

"You. Are. Worthless.", he spit out. She could only stare back at the Frost Giant. Upon noticing that Laufey was addressing her, Odin glanced down, also taking note of her present state.

"Slave, dispose of King Odin's worthless soul." Laufey said in a mocking tone. "I am done with him." She looked at Odin with tired eyes. Without giving the girl time to react, Odin wrapped his gnarly hand around her throat, picking her up from the ground and suspending her in the air.

"You will do no such thing, prisoner." Odin spat. She only had the strength to smirk back in response, displaying her blood spattered teeth. Laufey scoffed.

"You weak fool." Laufey boomed. "You can't even kill an old man." He was taunting her. She strained, trying to summon a little amount of magic, knowing from experience that disappointing Laufey didn't end in fun for anybody for him. The small strain proved to be more draining than she had anticipated, and she found herself going unconscious.

****

The girl awoke, feeling dirtier than usual. She squinted her eyes, a feeble attempt to adjust to the bright sun beating down on her and the strong golden glow of the palace looming behind her. She scanned her surroundings, noticing a group of about fifteen other women all dressed  in loose raggedy dresses. Some looked back at her, and some conversed together, stitching up holes in the dresses. She quickly took notice of the sashes that each woman wore. Some were yellow, others were white, some were blue, some were green, and some were a faded red. I counted about two white, one yellow, three blue, one green, and eight red. Fifteen women with different sashes.  She looked down at her own body and loose dress she had been fitted with, and saw a red sash on. "What pathetic group of people have they coupled me with this time?" She thought aloud, but not loud enough to draw any attention.  

"Prisoners!" a husky voice boomed. At once, all the chatter ceased. "You know the drill!" At first she could not see his face, but the man stepped into the light and she was quickly unimpressed to be met with the sight of a portly man with blonde hair and squinty eyes. "Liv!" the man once again shouted, "show the new girl where to go." When he spoke, spit flew everywhere, making her almost feel bad for the girls closer to the front. A thin woman that was about twenty-five stood up and scuttled over to where the "new girl" leaned against the wall. "Liv" had black, curly hair that she wore in a ponytail, her skin was smooth and when Liv finally made eye contact, the girl was met with striking green eyes. She hadn't seen her reflection since being taken away from Jötunheim, where she often faced her reflection with shame every time she came into contact with a shard of reflective ice. The girl saw some of herself in Liv. She had brown eyes and a skin tone like caramel, though her skin looked dark and ashy when she finally took a glance at her hands, however she was quick to blame it on the drastic change of atmosphere, leaving her in a place with a sun and dusty grounds, compared to the barren snow she was so accustomed to looking at every morning, afternoon, and night.  Liv looked up at her and noticed that she had been studying her, and she looked down sheepishly, wringing her hands. The action did not go unnoticed by the girl and she quickly  associated the movement with nervousness. She smirked. As she scanned her over one more time, she noticed that she was wearing a red sash much like mine.

"What do the sashes represent?" she asked, her voice hoarse.

"Who we work for. The yellows are the Queen, the white for the King, the blue for Prince Thor, the green for Prince Loki, and the red are the remaining." Liv had a quiet voice, and she almost had to strain to hear her. She took note that the other women had started to go their own ways.

"So, what do we do?"

"Kitchen duty, scrub the palace floors, tend to the warriors' horses, things like that. Each maid gets a list of chores for the day."

"Fun."