Her sobs rang out between the rocky cliffs, her screams that of a banshee as she tried to dig her fingers further into her father's bloody cloak. "You liar! You cheated!", she screamed at Askeladd. "He won the duel! You're a monster-", she came up, her hands pushing at his chest. "You wicked man-", she whispered, before she felt a slap to her cheek, her head nearly twisting around as she dropped to her knees. "Quiet, girl.", he spat at the floor next to her. He could see she had the spirit of her father, of Thors.

It would be moments before Askeladd had picked her up, throwing her over his shoulders. Thors... and his blood, having children of such strong bloodlines... he couldn't think of any woman better. "Shut up!", he yelled, her screaming quieting as she was pulled further from her father, her people. She watched as they sailed away, her people's bodies now a small speck as she contemplated jumping, just for his hand to land on her ribs, pushing her to sit in his fur. "Lay down. We'll be at camp soon...", he spoke, not even looking down at her.