Tro (Elsker Saga Book 3)

by S. T. Bende

  “Let go of me!” I hollered from the ground, the words coming out in gasps as my body pounded the damp earth. “Get your hands off me, you jerk! I killed you before; you know I can do it again!”

  I tried to grab for my necklace, but Loki flung my body from side to side so quickly that I lost my bearings. The only sound I could hear was Loki’s maniacal laughter as he taunted Ull, who fell further behind.

  “I have your bride now, Ull! Once we reach the border I can transport her to Jotunheim. Isn’t Odin severing it from the realms as we speak? You’ll never get her back. Just think how lovely she’ll look married to a jotun.” He spun me onto his front, and though I clawed at his throat and screeched into his ear I could not get away. He ran easily toward the border of Bibury.

  I craned my neck and saw Ull behind us. A team of Asgard’s fiercest warriors sprinted after him, with Gunnar in the lead. My friend caught up to Ull, but they couldn’t close the space between us. I reached for my husband, and Loki bit my left wrist with such force I couldn’t lift it again. He wrapped long fingers around my right hand and wrenched me onto his back. I wanted to scream in frustration. It wasn’t possible that Ull and I had made our way through so much only to be separated by a crazed lunatic. My eyes started to gloss over and the world turned the faintest shade of red.

  I might have been stuck to the back of a monster, heading to the depths of hell, but I wasn’t going down without a fight.

  Ull had taught me to assess my situation. I was still wrapped like an unwilling koala around Loki’s back, so mobility was limited. My left hand was bleeding—that weapon was out. But my right hand was strong as ever, albeit in the grasp of a sick half-jotun hell bent on killing us all. I flexed it as gently as I could. Loki was running so hard he didn’t notice. I opened my palm and dug my fingernails into Loki’s chest. My nails weren’t long, but they’d always been strong, and I clawed at his flesh with a force that would have made a mortal cry. God skin must have been thicker, because Loki just swatted at my hand like I was an annoying fly. Great.

  He kept my legs bound at his waist with his other hand, and I kicked at his groin as hard as I could. He skillfully tilted his pelvis, but I kept kicking and eventually landed a vital blow. Loki stumbled, nearly dropping me as he doubled over in pain. I clawed at his chest harder, trying to rake my nails up to his eyes. He held my wrist tight—he was too strong for me, so I kicked again, hoping to land a second shot. If I could just slow him up enough for Ull to catch up, I might be able to save myself.

  Loki glanced back and saw Ull closing the space between us. Loki swore at me, picked himself up and took off running again. His freakishly long fingers wrapped around my feet, binding my legs around his waist and rendering me immobile. But my head was free, and I opened my mouth and bit Loki’s ear so forcefully I had to spit out the chunk I took off. Ew. It didn’t stop him. He hissed as he ran, knocking me so hard upside my head that I blacked out for a moment.

  I came to as Loki neared the trees. That’s when my sobs began in earnest. Ull had told me the trees were a transport delineation between this realm and the next—and once we crossed that border, Loki would be able to open a portal and take us to Jotunheim. I had fought and I had failed. My head spun and I saw a terrifying vision of my future.

  “Bring me my wife!” Loki’s maniacal voice echoed through his castle.

  I was forced to my feet by two enormous guards, one dragging me by my elbow and the other prodding me with the flat side of an oversized ice-pick. My wrists were cuffed together and my legs bound with heavy chains. And my outfit…even though it couldn’t have been more than thirty-degrees indoors, I wore a sleeveless turtleneck dress that barely covered my behind, and four-inch, pointy-toed stilettos.

  This was so not the way a lady should be dressed.

  The guards shoved me down a narrow hallway made entirely of ice. I skidded in my treacherous footwear and the sharp end of the ice-pick jabbed me in my side. My blood dripped as I walked, leaving a crimson trail of splatters on the glossy ice floor. It was a shame to dirty the hall, but I knew it would be cleaned by the time I reached Loki’s chamber. From all appearances, my captor did not tolerate untidiness.

  The guard holding my elbow opened the tall ivory door at the end of the hall and shoved me through. I was in Loki’s bedchamber now, the dead last place I ever wanted to be. A four-poster bed covered in fur blankets stood in the center of the circular room, and windows framed in thick velvet curtains covered every wall. Loki stood beside an ancient desk, one hand on the ornate chair beside it. He wore a long, black robe and fur boots, and his dark hair was slicked back.

  “You are dismissed.” Loki waved at his guards and crossed to me. He stroked my cheek with one bony finger, and I turned my head to avoid his touch. Just the sight of him made me want to empty the contents of my stomach all over his pristine ice floor.

  “Shall I undo your chains so you can join me in my quarters, wife? Or will you be sleeping in your cell again?”

  I lifted my chin. “I’ll never be your wife.”

  “But you already are, poppet,” Loki hissed. He grabbed my left hand and thrust it in front of my face. I had no choice but to stare at the grotesque black stone that sat where Ull’s exquisite ring had been. “Or don’t you remember our special bond?”

  “There’s no bond, you cretin. I’m Ull’s, and nothing will ever change that.” I turned on one stilettoed heel and strode toward the door.

  “Ah, there’s the fighting spirit I so enjoy in my bride.” Loki snapped his fingers and I flew unwittingly to his side. It was a dance we’d done every night since my capture, and I knew exactly how it would end: with me chained in the frozen cell adjacent to Loki’s bedroom, crying myself to sleep. Remembering my life with Ull gave me the strength to get through every day of this nightmare. I prayed continually for a miracle—some connection to whatever realm Ull was in. But none came.

  “I hate you.” I struggled against Loki’s touch. He wrapped his arms around me and breathed down my neck.

  “Ahh, but I’m all you have, sweet Kristia. You may as well resign yourself to your fate. You’re never going home. Odin severed Jotunheim from the realms this afternoon.”

  I gasped. “He wouldn’t.”

  “He did,” Loki seethed. “He held off long enough for my army to take down five full units of his warriors, but eventually he had to give up. Severing the realm was the only way to protect his precious Asgard. And Ull? I sent two of my assassins for him at noon. I’m sorry, my pet, he didn’t make it.”

  I sucked in a sharp breath, ignoring the sudden ache in my stomach. There could be no world without Ull—he was my reason for breathing, my absolute everything, and if he didn’t exist…

  A black void filled my gut, rose up my throat, and took over my brain. Everything went dark and the ground dropped out below me. I stumbled, trying to catch my balance. The darkness threatened to overwhelm me, but I fought it off. Ull wouldn’t have wanted me to give up. And even though Ull was…gone…I owed it to our love to make him proud.

  “Go to Helheim, Loki.” I squared my shoulders and looked Loki in the eye, then I reared my head back and brought it down hard on his collar bone. The crack of its fracture was satisfying enough to ease the pain in my forehead.

  “Oh, Kristia.” Loki cackled, waving his hand across his chest and healing the break. “Such a shame to dirty that lovely face.”

  He lifted my chin and I glared at him, blinking the blood out of my eyes. I’d cut myself badly, and now Loki wasn’t even injured. Son of a—

  “Just embrace your future.” Loki swept his arm around the room, bringing it to rest on my waist. “And don’t you ever try a stunt like that again.” He slapped me hard across the face. My jaw burned, the surface pain distracting me from the black hole of agony swelling in my chest.

  “I hate you,” I said again, bringing my cuffed hands as far apart as I could and striking Loki. The chain left a nasty red mark, but Loki waved one finger across h
is cheek and healed himself.

  “And I hate you.” Loki brought a fist down on my head, knocking me to the ground. I struck my temple on the arm of the chair as I fell, and waves of nausea overtook me as the room blurred.

  “Someone will come,” I lisped through semi-consciousness. “Inga or Gunnar—”

  “Both dead, my pet. My assassins couldn’t leave any witnesses, now, could they? And that old woman? She was the first to go.”

  Olaug.

  I couldn’t take it anymore. The ice-covered ground was so cool against my cheek. It soothed my burning flesh. My temple throbbed, my gut ached, and my head felt like it had been pierced with a thousand burning blades. Inga, Gunnar, Olaug. All dead because of me. And Ull…my beloved Ull…

  I gave in to the darkness, not caring that the ice of the floor was burning my skin. I was going to spend an eternity in this desolate wasteland. But whatever the horrors of Jotunheim, being without Ull would be the worst part.

  My existence was completely and totally hopeless.

  I shook myself out of the vision, my tears falling in torrents. Loki’s crazed laughter rang clear as we reached the trees. “Goodbye, my friends!”

  As Loki raised his arm to take us to my personal hell, I looked for my husband one last time. I love you, I mouthed in his general direction. I couldn’t see well enough through my tears to find his face.

  As I formed the words, something hard tackled us. It hurt, and I knew Loki had made his escape—Ull had told me transports between the realms could be painful. But when I felt the dirt under my back, and smelled that woodsy scent I was all too familiar with, I knew I was going to be okay.

  Until the bleeding began.

  “No!” Loki shrieked. “We should be in Jotunheim. Not Asgard!”

  “And yet, here you are.” Ull’s voice came from somewhere nearby. I turned my head and saw him a good twenty yards off, lying face down at the base of a tree. He pawed the ground, struggling to stand. Something had gone horribly wrong in his transport—he could barely move.

  “Ull!” I cried out.

  While I reached for Ull, Loki scrambled to his feet, stepping hard on my abdomen in the process. All the air expelled from my lungs and I lay on the ground, sucking frantically at the dusty air. Loki kicked my torso with one steel-toed boot, putting a fast end to my pathetic attempt to breathe. I inhaled desperately, but nothing happened—it felt as if there was a giant lead ball blocking my throat. Loki kicked me again and the ball dropped to my stomach, a whole new level of pain, but at least I could breathe. I gulped down air with all the dignity of a wide-mouthed bass. I didn’t know when I’d get another chance.

  I rolled to my side, clawing at the dirt in an effort to pull myself up. My chest felt like an area rug on cleaning day, but I wasn’t going to let this beating be the end of me. Problem was, my legs wouldn’t work. They shook as I tried to pull myself up, so I pushed up on one arm and resolved to defend myself from the ground.

  As I raised my arm to clothesline his ankle, Loki brought the heel of his boot down on my injured wrist.

  “Arugh!” I hadn’t meant to cry out, but the pain was too intense. Were there cleats on that thing?

  “What. Did. You. Do?” Loki screamed as he ground his heel, flattening my left arm and producing a sickening crack. The bones were shattered, and blood seeped from beneath his boot. When he lifted the heel, a stream of red shot skyward from my wrist. He’d ruptured a major vein.

  “Kristia!” Ull’s shout rang through the woods.

  The trees above me spun in a dizzying pattern. The effect reminded me of the carnival ride Ardis and I took in Seaside during a fifth-grade field trip. She’d gotten sick and lost her ice cream. Being of a stronger constitution, I’d been luckier.

  But today was a different story. As the trees tottered dangerously close to my face then rose back to the sky, I leaned over my one good arm and threw up. My stomach heaved, constricting every time I caught sight of the stream of blood shooting from my wrist.

  “What’s the matter, poppet? Can’t handle a little fight? Didn’t anybody teach you how?” Loki glared down at me, fire sparking out of his venomous eyes. Specks of my blood covered his right cheek. “So the almighty human is a weakling after all. Pity. And I had so looked forward to a fair fight.”

  He eyed me levelly, then bent to pick something up. My vision blurred and the trees swam closer again. I turned my head to the side. The earth was bathed in a pool of red. I was losing so much blood. And from the feel of it, my consciousness wasn’t long for this world. I focused on the trees again—anything to take away the picture of my very essence spurting from my compromised vein. The branches swayed back and forth. The evergreens reminded me of the trees back in Nehalem. They were kind of beautiful. They waved at me, almost like they were trying to speak. Hello, Kristia. Sorry about the way you’re going to die. Guess immortality isn’t set in stone, huh?

  No, wait. They were waving forcefully from left to right. Left to right. Left to…what was to my right again? I turned to see what they were pointing to and a small smile formed on my lips. Ull was finally on his feet. He shot into the sky like a beautiful airborne superhero, and as he landed in a low crouch a few feet behind Loki he locked eyes with me. I breathed a sigh of relief; Ull was going to be okay. I lost him as my lids lowered, consciousness escaping, and when I managed to lift them again Loki had darted into my line of vision. He held a fractured tree branch just over my heart: the perfect weapon.

  “Goodbye, Kristia.” He raised his arms and I squeezed my eyes shut, preparing for the blow. In my final moment I sent out one last thought.

  I love you, Ull.

  Chapter Fourteen

  “NO!” THE AGONIZED CRY filled the clearing. Ull’s grief cut to my core, but I couldn’t help him. I couldn’t help anyone.

  I heard the stick connect but I didn’t feel the pain. My consciousness floated toward the trees, their rich green needles getting closer with each breath of wind. My arms were limp at my side; my shattered wrist no longer throbbed. My eyes zeroed in on the pale blue of the sky, dotted with cotton-candy clouds. I sucked air deep into my chest and a mist filled my head. It swirled gently, clearing all residual discomfort with my exhale. I felt only peace, calm, and absolute serenity.

  But the peace was short-lived.

  “No!” Ull’s cry broke through my calm. He thundered to my side and dropped to the ground. He ripped the branch from my chest. And he murmured something I couldn’t understand.

  Then came the pressure. Strong hands pumped the center of my sternum. One, two, three, four, five. Moist lips covered mine and a breath of air inflated my lungs. Another. Then the pressure on my chest bone again. It was uncomfortable. And it pulled my consciousness back into my body, where every nerve was exploding with pain.

  “Come on, baby. Stay with me.” Ull’s voice cracked. He resumed his compressions, this time pumping at double speed. “Do not go anywhere.”

  “You can’t save her.” Loki’s voice came from my right. “And if you did, I’d just kill her again.”

  “You,” Ull growled. He scooped me up and started to run. I knew he was trying to protect me from the jotun, but the jarring motion awakened the handful of nerve endings that weren’t already on fire. I wanted to scream at him to stop moving. But I couldn’t even open my mouth.

  “You will be safe here.” Ull laid me gently on a hard surface.

  “Are you sure about that?” Loki called from across the clearing. The earth shook and I used every bit of strength I had to drag one eyelid open. An enormous boulder crashed just two feet east of my face.

  “Enough!” Ull stood directly in front of me. He glanced down. His shoulders dropped and his fists unclenched when he took in my partly opened eye. I must have looked like I’d crossed the fighting end of an angry grizzly, but at least I was alive.

  I forced my other eye open and saw Ull turning his head from me to Loki and back. He didn’t want to leave my side, but Loki would take us b
oth out if Ull didn’t stop him first.

  “What’s the matter, Ull? Asgard’s prince too weak to protect himself?” The earth shook again and another boulder landed just in front of Ull. “Those were my warning shots. I won’t miss her next time.”

  Ull’s battle cry rang through the woods. He launched himself at Loki, arms outstretched and legs trailing behind. He was fierce. Lethal. And absolutely terrifying.

  Loki didn’t have time to move before Ull was on top of him. Ull delivered one brutal blow to Loki’s head before pulling his arm back and opening his palm. Loki’s eyes widened in fear as a beam shot from Ull’s hand, and in the next instant, Loki was frozen. I watched him lie on the ground and I waited for his body to go limp. Nothing happened. He was stunned, not dead.

  But before Ull delivered his final shot, Loki had gotten one off of his own. As Loki had fallen to the dirt, a spark sailed from his hand to the tree directly above me. It had compromised the tree’s stability, and now I heard a loud crack as a heavy limb broke free. I was too weak to move out of its way—I could only watch in horror as it fell.

  It took Ull one second to cross the clearing and reach for the branch, but as he caught it the limb managed to hit my abdomen. The air rushed out of my lungs, and a dull ache spread from my stomach to my chest, then settled in my head. I stared at Ull’s face, just inches from mine. It was perfect: the strong lines of his jaw, the planes of his cheeks, the absolutely endless blue eyes. The image blurred until there were two Ulls, then they merged back together.

  Ull’s brows framed that little V he so often wore. I tried to reach up to smooth the wrinkle away but I couldn’t move my arm. I’d lost massive amounts of blood. Everything hurt so badly. I closed my eyes against the pain. It was too much.

  “It will be okay, sweetheart.” I felt Ull stroke my hair. “We will make you well.”