I was in Notts' embrace for a while longer than I would either like to or care to admit. Still, when I eventually roused myself from her enchantment-induced slumber, I woke up and found myself in a house I didn't recognize or remember. Then, I realized that I did not remember who I was, and this revelation left me afraid. Of course, there were plenty of other reasons as to why I was afraid, such as how I even got here in the first place and who brought me here, but I put them to the side as I found clothes to wear. I noticed that these clothes seemed to be fit for a woman’s body, leading me to believe the being who kidnapped me was likely female in nature. It took me a long time to notice that I was naked, and I wanted to know why, but with the information available to me now, there was no way for me to discover those reasons at the moment anyway

  Of course, I had no qualms about wearing the clothes of a woman as I could change my hamr to the form of a woman whenever I wished. Still, I did not want to exhaust myself in this strange house I found myself in, so I settled for being uncomfortable but ready for action rather than weak and defenseless, so I slowly put on the clothes, careful to not damage them in any way. Still, it seemed that I did not have to worry as my hamr resembled that of a woman anyway so it was quite easy to wear them

  After slipping into the clothes with a surprising ease, someone knocked on the door. Of course, I wanted to find out whether the stranger outside had malicious intentions or not so I decided to make use of my hugr, in this endeavor I went to the door to give the stranger outside the illusion that i was going to open the door but before i could reach the door, I fell to the floor and immediately Nott embraced me once more and in this slumber I shaped my hugr in the form of a white snake, and i slithered out of my body through its open mouth.

  I passed through the closed door, certain that the stranger would remain oblivious to my presence. As I slithered outside, I was met with a sight that took my breath away. To call the stranger beautiful would be an understatement; she was utterly enchanting. Her hair cascaded down like midnight, dark and alluring, though it lacked the hypnotic quality of Nott's hair. Her skin had an ethereal pallor, almost corpse-like, yet it bore a faint blush that spoke of a living warmth just beneath the surface. Clad in a simple white dress, the garment appeared to shimmer with a beauty that belied its simplicity, as if the very fabric were enchanted to enhance her charm.

  But it was her eyes that truly captivated me. They were an unsettling shade of bright red, a fierce color that seemed to defy explanation. No tears marred their brilliance; instead, they shone with an almost challenging light, daring me to acknowledge how strikingly unnatural they were. Lost in their depths, I found myself entranced, unable to look away from the breathtaking enigma standing before me.

  So lost was I in her beauty that I did not notice when she walked past my hugr and opened the door, where she saw my body and slapped my face repeatedly, forcing my hugr back to its body and waking me up.

  "Where am I?" I yawned, pretending to rouse myself from a deep sleep.

  "You are in my house, young seiemaer," the woman said, her voice an enchanting melody. No doubt she was using her beauty and galdr—a form of magic that relies on speech to achieve a desired outcome—but for what purpose, I did not know. I wasn’t going to give myself away so that I would find out soon enough.

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  "I meant what realm am I in, woman?" I asked, perhaps sounding meaner than I intended, but whether she was insulted or not, I could not tell, and I immediately stopped caring as she replied to my question.

  "We are in Jotunheim, a cold realm of tall trees and even taller mountains, and before you lies a jotnar." For some reason, the revelation of my whereabouts and the strange woman's race did not surprise me as much as I thought it would. Instead of focusing on my feelings, I found myself questioning how I had ended up here in the first place. Since I had no memories of willingly coming here, I assumed I must have been kidnapped. However, the beautiful woman before me did not necessarily need to kidnap me; she could have simply asked me to join her, and once I agreed, she might have used magic to erase my memory, but I would not know for certain until I asked. However, I did not even get the chance to ask.

  "Young seiemaer, you were neither kidnapped nor compelled to join me with whatever beauty I may still have left; you were sold to me as my slave to do with as I wished, and a volva, your mother who sold you, to me also erased your memory of her or anyone that you may have had ties to in Midgard." the Jotnar woman said with a hint of malicious glee, hoping to see me downtrodden or perhaps even enraged, but I showed no reaction, and the woman frowned before returning to her usual indifference

  "Of course, I have not done anything other than strip you naked, and honestly, there was no reason for that other than I wanted to, and besides, why should I care about the feelings of my property?"

  "Why me?" Of course, I was not asking this to manipulate her or anything like that; I was just curious. A woman like her would have her pick of any slave she wanted; she could have chosen a muscular and fit slave, one that she could act her sexual fantasies upon, but she chose me, a man who looked more closely to a woman, a man who would almost certainly be called Argr. Still, again, she replied before I could ask.

  "In my old age, I have lost my appetite for sex. Now I have reached a point in my long life where I want to die, and I bought you so that you would kill me."I was immediately amazed by this revelation, and it must have been visible on my face, but I did not let her forget the question.

  "Why me?"

  "Because you remind me of one of my children—specifically, my third son. You look almost identical to him, especially with your womanly form, red hair, and blue eyes. I suppose I bought you to feel closer to him."

  "Then why do you want me to kill you?" I asked

  "I'm old and very close to death, but I don't want to be killed by Elli. You don't need to know anything beyond that."

  "Why should I kill you? I gain nothing, and the good conscience I might have from assisting an old woman on her journey to Hel hardly seems adequate compensation."

  "Simple," The jotnar woman said, her voice remarkably calm for someone talking about her death. "Upon my death, you will gain your freedom, and if after my death you consume my heart, your magical abilities will grow more powerful, and not only that, you will regain your memories."

  It did not take long for my mouth to water at her dark promise; after power that could take me to great heights was within reach and all i had to do was kill an old woman and eat her heart, fuck having my memories back, the volva, my mother who sold me and erased my memories must not have been worth knowing in the first place and even if I did not get my master's power, I would at least have my freedom, now this deal turned out to be more profitable in the end than I thought.

  I grinned, a cruel smile twisting my lips as I chanted a galdr that vibrated in the air, weakening her strength. She crumbled to one knee, and with a flick of my wrist, my hamr became a white snake, fast as Hermod, I reached her throat and wrapped myself around it, and with a sharp, sickening crack, I broke her neck, the silence afterward heavy and absolute.

  Changing my hamr into the form of a black wolf, I brought my teeth down on the middle of her chest and savagely ripped it open. Blood erupted from the hole in her chest, revealing her lungs, and there it was - my prize, my red jewel, her heart. With determination, I brought my teeth to her chest bone and tore from her lungs. Exhausted from the effort, I transformed my hamr back into the form of a man once more and began my dark task.