Rescuing Lofn Pt. 1
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When word had come from her grandfather Svala hadn't hesitated to see him. He might no longer be the king, but he had been when she had been allowed to train with her brother, and fight with her cousins and though her uncle now called the shots Svala like her sister had a soft spot for Odin, though she was far less likely to ever express such a thing. Still he called and she came without question. Her grandmother greeted her and ushered her into an inner office, the door shutting behind Frigg who looked distressed though she didn't speak as to why. She moved to stand by Odin, but she didn't speak it was him who broke the silence. 

"Lofn has been kidnapped, and we believe it was at the hands of The Maker..." Svalas eyes hardened but she didn't speak, letting her grandfather command the room as he explained why they believed he was at hand and what he wished for her to do. This wouldn't be the first time one of their family had tried to best The Maker, he was a plight for all of them, and her uncle Sven was now in league with him which had everyone worried. Still they had all lived to tell the tale, Asa, Zilch, Amora, Tethys, Helen and a couple of her children had all come back from the maker, so Svala was confident she could do the same. With the orders to go in, find Lofn and get her out and back home Svala headed out. 

Reports on his latest stronghold were sketchy and so it took her days to pin down where she thought he was, and realizing how easy it had been made her weary. Since when did he leave things so easily detectable? It had her on edge as she covered all of her vibrant blue skin with leathers and guards, finger-less gloves showing hints of blue and her face the only color not battle worn brown leather. Her bright hair was twisted back into a knot on the back of her head and she wore a hood pulled low over her face as she slithered through shadows. A short broadsword rested at her hip and two axes crossed over her back strapped tightly.

Damp walls rose high above her head at his encampment, what looked like an old temple forgotten by time. She heard movement just before she saw guards, and with only a second to decide and nowhere good enough to wait them out she pulled free an axe taking the first swing. Sparks shot off the damp walls as three men pulled swords, and her axe knocked them back into the stone as she kicked punched and flipped the men over herself and one another in the hopes of knocking them out. The first down took a broad swipe to his chest. The second her foot to his throat, which stole his air from him having him collapse as hie face turned blue. The last knocked her axe free and tried to yank her back by the falling bun she sported. Using the wall for support she threw her weight back against him and freeing a knife from a holster on her thigh drove it between his ribs, feeling him fall to the ground before his hold on her hair released. 

For another two floors Svala has similar experiences, sometimes with a single guard, once with half a dozen. Her muscles burned with the effort but this made more sense to her, at least there was protection, so something was here, she knew it she had to be close. She used bloody hands to mark the walls with streaks in the way she had come. The bodies would be a clear indicator, but she figured if someone came behind her and disrupted the scene they would move bodies before cleaning the walls. Plus the smears marked their way out, not the way she was leading, and someone knew she was here because there was always the sound of more heavy boots running towards her. 

Knocking down the last guard, who looked more like a failed experiment then anything else Svala rolled her shoulders. Sword in hand, one from a guard after her axe had stayed wedged between ribs of one of his comrades, she pushed forward into the room everyone had their back to, clearly the one they were guarding. She grunted with the effort of moving the heavy stone but was greeted inside by something more like a healing chambers back in Asgard. A single white bed, white walls and a mirror along the far wall made up the whole of the room. It came off as clean and sterile and the only thing out of place was Lofn, who was pulling free wires and needles that were tapped to her skin. Shoving the heavy door back into place Svala moved over to where Lofn was moving to stand, pulling off her own blood soaked cloak. "Here, wrap this around you and stick behind me. We are getting out of here, then Odin had plans for this place." She hadn't seen The Maker, but that didn't mean he wasn't there. And so she forced up a bravado like reinforcements were coming that weren't really on the way. But it should make him fearful all the same, she had taken down his guards by herself. There was a door on the opposite wall from where Svala had come in, smaller, and she lead Lofn to it, pushing it open so they could continue on to circle back and get out of there.

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