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me before
boomeranging back to Thor.
“ You are right to flee me, sea
monster.”
It took a second for the tentacle gripping
me to fall free from the body of the sea monster – it felt like I
was on a seesaw gently slipping down. Then gentle turned to quick
and violent, and the tentacle, with me still attached to it,
slammed down to the ground.
It landed close to Thor, so close that he
could have easily caught me. He didn’t bother to try.
I hit the ground with considerable force,
the tentacle pressing me hard into the dank concrete. It somehow
still had a grip on me – even though it was no longer attached.
The sea monster gave a great and terrible
cry, a sudden and violent burst of acrid air escaping from its
fang-covered mouth.
The scent of the thing surrounded me, but
I still couldn't move under the grip that enclosed me.
“ You are right to scream,
too,” Thor added casually.
I felt a tentacle swipe down from above and
noted the giant press of air it brought with it. It didn’t flatten
me – it headed for Thor instead.
Thor dodged out of its way and hooked a
powerful arm around it as it passed. He twisted up until he stood
on the thing and ran along its length – back to the head to which
it was attached.
I heard a sharp, loud, oddly welcome
ringing. Thor brought his hammer up in a great arc and slammed it
right into the center of the sea monster's less-than-attractive
head.
The thing let out a great cry and a gurgle
that sounded like water going down the drain, before
unceremoniously falling over.
Thor lithely jumped off, landing easily in
the dank water without a splash marking his clean jeans.
“ Ha,” he chortled. “Totally
beat you, you stupid sea monster.”
The relief washed over me.
I was safe.
... .
Except the tentacle – the heavy oppressive
one that blocked my power – was still attached to me.
Thor stared up at his handy work, Mjollnir
held over one shoulder, his other hand clamped firmly on his hip.
He looked pleased with himself. Why wouldn't he? He'd
single-handedly taken down a giant sea monster, while the most I'd
been able to do was note how exquisitely strong it had been while
it had dragged me off into the darkness.
Before I could indulge in self-pity, I felt
something odd: I was moving. Or rather, the tentacle holding me
was. It wasn't moving in a twitching way, nor was it growing limp
and letting me loose. Nope, it was dragging me down the tunnel as
if the fact it had lost 90% of its body – including the important
brainy parts – was a minor setback.
Due to its horrendous grip, I couldn’t
call out for help.
Thor was too enthused with his
victory to bother looking down at the skulking tentacle sneaking me
off down the tunnel. Instead, he was poking one of the attached
tentacles with his hammer like a child prodding a dead
animal they
find in the woods.
The thing was quick. I had enough time to
catch a last fleeting glance of Thor tipping his head back and
shouting that this was the perfect way to finish off a night,
before I was pulled around a bend in the tunnel.
I’d never, in all the time I’d known Thor,
wanted him to take the time to stare down at me more than I did
now.
He didn't – he was too busy being
victorious, which is what he lived for, after all. Saving
small-time detail goddesses from autonomous tentacles would be an
annoying side note to him.
I tried with all my might – with what
power I could spare that wasn't keeping me alive – to call his
name. It wasn't a name I usually wanted to shout unless it was
followed with a well-placed insult, or the words “Your application
for a visa is rejected due to your uncontrollable and riotous
behavior.”
Now was different.
“ T- T,” I managed, my mouth
barely moving. “Thor.”
There, I said it. By the time I had, I was
already too far off to be heard.
Or I thought I was.
Something came whistling out of the
darkness, and it wasn't an overly jolly janitor – it was
Mjollnir.
The hammer
boomeranging back to Thor.
“ You are right to flee me, sea
monster.”
It took a second for the tentacle gripping
me to fall free from the body of the sea monster – it felt like I
was on a seesaw gently slipping down. Then gentle turned to quick
and violent, and the tentacle, with me still attached to it,
slammed down to the ground.
It landed close to Thor, so close that he
could have easily caught me. He didn’t bother to try.
I hit the ground with considerable force,
the tentacle pressing me hard into the dank concrete. It somehow
still had a grip on me – even though it was no longer attached.
The sea monster gave a great and terrible
cry, a sudden and violent burst of acrid air escaping from its
fang-covered mouth.
The scent of the thing surrounded me, but
I still couldn't move under the grip that enclosed me.
“ You are right to scream,
too,” Thor added casually.
I felt a tentacle swipe down from above and
noted the giant press of air it brought with it. It didn’t flatten
me – it headed for Thor instead.
Thor dodged out of its way and hooked a
powerful arm around it as it passed. He twisted up until he stood
on the thing and ran along its length – back to the head to which
it was attached.
I heard a sharp, loud, oddly welcome
ringing. Thor brought his hammer up in a great arc and slammed it
right into the center of the sea monster's less-than-attractive
head.
The thing let out a great cry and a gurgle
that sounded like water going down the drain, before
unceremoniously falling over.
Thor lithely jumped off, landing easily in
the dank water without a splash marking his clean jeans.
“ Ha,” he chortled. “Totally
beat you, you stupid sea monster.”
The relief washed over me.
I was safe.
... .
Except the tentacle – the heavy oppressive
one that blocked my power – was still attached to me.
Thor stared up at his handy work, Mjollnir
held over one shoulder, his other hand clamped firmly on his hip.
He looked pleased with himself. Why wouldn't he? He'd
single-handedly taken down a giant sea monster, while the most I'd
been able to do was note how exquisitely strong it had been while
it had dragged me off into the darkness.
Before I could indulge in self-pity, I felt
something odd: I was moving. Or rather, the tentacle holding me
was. It wasn't moving in a twitching way, nor was it growing limp
and letting me loose. Nope, it was dragging me down the tunnel as
if the fact it had lost 90% of its body – including the important
brainy parts – was a minor setback.
Due to its horrendous grip, I couldn’t
call out for help.
Thor was too enthused with his
victory to bother looking down at the skulking tentacle sneaking me
off down the tunnel. Instead, he was poking one of the attached
tentacles with his hammer like a child prodding a dead
animal they
find in the woods.
The thing was quick. I had enough time to
catch a last fleeting glance of Thor tipping his head back and
shouting that this was the perfect way to finish off a night,
before I was pulled around a bend in the tunnel.
I’d never, in all the time I’d known Thor,
wanted him to take the time to stare down at me more than I did
now.
He didn't – he was too busy being
victorious, which is what he lived for, after all. Saving
small-time detail goddesses from autonomous tentacles would be an
annoying side note to him.
I tried with all my might – with what
power I could spare that wasn't keeping me alive – to call his
name. It wasn't a name I usually wanted to shout unless it was
followed with a well-placed insult, or the words “Your application
for a visa is rejected due to your uncontrollable and riotous
behavior.”
Now was different.
“ T- T,” I managed, my mouth
barely moving. “Thor.”
There, I said it. By the time I had, I was
already too far off to be heard.
Or I thought I was.
Something came whistling out of the
darkness, and it wasn't an overly jolly janitor – it was
Mjollnir.
The hammer
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