You whistled softly. That was the only thing you did besides staring at a destroyed farm house.

Lukas explained that there was some troll activity that meant big disasters and he wasn't kidding. From the looks of the debris, that miraculously survived, the farm house was two-stories tall. The front and the back stood still lile cardboard props, but the middle was the star of the show. White and brown with a mix of red and yellow laid flat on the ground. White and brown from the structure itself, red from the blood of the animals inside, and yellow from the hay. What intrigued you the most were the footprints. You got to study them up close and personal. They were as big as an olympic swimming pool. They went all the way to the horizon where there were structures holding the power wires. Only one set of the powerlines were broken and the two towers that held them were crooked.

"Damn that's big." You rose your eybrows and pouted your lips.

The music blasting from the earphones that hung from the inside of your parka. Large portions of the lands were crushed you weren't so sure how the crops would grow. The depth of each step were at least four to five feet tall and can be made into makeshift ice rinks only water there could come out. Though the downside of the footprints were the droppings it left. A smell of a foot would've been okay, but this was way worse. Imagine going barefoot everywhere and not washing your foot for maybe like a year or two, that's how bad it smelled. Broken toe nails were even around. A large chunk, half of the nail on the big toe, was being used as a barrier between the fields and the village nearby.

You tucked in your mouth and nose into your sweater and cringed at the smell. To you, it smelled like an outhouse that hasn't been cleaned for three months. It's like shit not being cleaned out or some unconsiderate person just took a shat there without bothering to create a hole.

"Is this where he gets the troll stench?" You asked yourself and looked at Lukas who was still talking to the elderly couple.

You had to ask him later for that.

You dared to jump down into the pit and study the structure. In cartoons they's place like very flat surfaces rather than the realistic style where the print in like a bowl. The curve was not as clean as you thought, but it was there. Some of the earth had covered some of the parts overnight and there were smaller foot prints in the foot print. Pressumably the children of the giant trolls. You recalled the name Lukas said before talking to the couple.

Jotnar.

Like from the word jötunn who were the ice giants in Norse mythology. Loki is half-jötunn. Maybe that's why Tom Hiddleston is so tall. And that's not just by Marvel facts, it's an actual thing in Norse mythology that Loki is part jötunn. That's why he can shapeshift... you guessed.

The land of the footprint was more like those pits in wars, just bigger and more vast. No gun fights or sounds of bombs. The print inside was like a little battlefield too. Some of the debris of the farm house got stuck. There were glass shards, half of a car door, several fences, tires, and a large pool that smelled bad.

You bent down near the pool of mysterious liquid and saw your reflection. The water was murky and a bit white, and it looked thick.

"I'd rather not touch that if I were you." You turned back and saw Lukas jumping down into the pit of the print. "That's where I get troll stench, it's like their sweat mixed with the smell of their feet."

"Aw, what?!" You immediately moved away from the small pool and retreated behind Lukas. "You get troll stench from that?"

He shrugged and grabbed the canteen on his waist and carefully scooped the stench without getting the stuff on him. He immediately closed the canteen tightly as you sighed in relief.

"One way of getting stench actually." He confessed. "The other way is keeping ome of their fingers or toes, which is a bad idea because their bodies can rot too."

"You have a point, but this is terrible." You buried your nose and mouth deeper into the collar of your sweater.

Lukas faced you with an unreadable expression. It was more unreadable than any of his other expressions. You lifted a brow up.

"Is there something wrong?" You asked him.

He came closer and grabbed your chin gently. He moved your head a bit upward and let go of your chin. You scrunched your nose and looked at him.

"You are aware that you have a birthmark under your chin, right?" You nodded at him. "Don't freak out, but it's glowing."

"Wait, what?" You grabbed your phone and turned to the front camera.

You took a photo of the strange phenomenon on your skin and stared at it. The mark was glowing alright. It had some kind of fading effect, as if it was changing colors. You saw blue, green, and purple. A mini northern lights right below your cheek and you have no idea how it came to that. You unzipped your parka and pulled your collar down to see the hammer on your chest glowing too.

"What is happening?" You looked at Lukas who seemed just as confuse as you.

"I haven't seen anything like that before." He shrugged calmly. "And I'm sure as hell that it has something to do with your whole bloodline thing."

Yes, your bloodline. You have totally forgotten that you were a descendant of a very old race that had gone extinct long ago. You were royalty, but no one is aware of that except for you, Lukas, and that cult your uncle ran.

"You said that this hammer is blessed by the god Tyr." You let your sweater go and zipped up your parka. "What is Tyr to be exact?"

"A Norse god, but in modern days another mythical deity." Lukas answered honestly. "Tyr is one of the æsir like Thor."

He connected his palms and fingers together and placed them under his nose, like that one meme. You found it amusing that he prefectly looked like a meme. Looks like you found out where Emil got his memeful personality from.

"And I pray that this has nothing to do with it because I really do hate it when deities are involved."

"Why?"

"Too much paperwork." You laughed at him, but his starr at you wasn't funny.

"Oh shit, you really have to report that?" He nodded and exhaled.

The stress he felt was real. Damn, you really are a handful. Worth it though.

"Come on, I have to start just in case something happens."

You snorted and followed him back to the trailer. The whole new idea of you being some kind of weird protagonist in a book made you feel a bit powerful yet doubtful. You wondered if you were in a tragedy or an epic. You both went in and removed your parkas that now smelled really bad. You choked in disgust. Your favorite parka was now a skunk. The laundry's getting heavier each day and you swore that if you both finally get to a town with a laundrymat, you were going to wash the hell out of your clothes there three times in the washing machine.

"What do?" You asked him looking down at the weird shiny tattoo on your skin.

"I have no idea, but all we can do is drive to Finnmarksvida." He smelled his sweater and cringed. "But first, we're changing."

"I call bath first!" You called dibs and grabbed your towel to the trailer's bathroom.

Bless Lukas and his magic skills for a working bath here. You silently thanked him and locked the door.

Lukas stood there and sighed. There are thinfs he wouldn't tell you, not now. Everything at the moment was just perfect. No one coming in or anyone trying to set the both of you apart. For weeks, he didn't understand the feeling why something bad was about to happen. Shrugging it off is off the options on moving on. If that gut feeling is there, then he knew he had to stay alert. Especially when you were going home soon.

God he wishes that you could stay a little bit longer, but he had to let you go for the sake of your dream and passion. You were someone who is deserving to reach your goals. A hard worker even when you procrastinate. One of the things he loves about you.

Suddenly a ring came from Lukas' phone. And speaking of the upcoming tragedy, he finds it now while picking up the call.

"What do you want?" The iciest voice he has made in the year reached the caller on the other end. The caller could really tell that he was pushing in the icicles into his skin.

"Something urgent." Berwald sighed on the other end as he grabbed the towel from the racks. "They're starting to go down south."

Lukas froze in place. He could hear the shower running from the bathroom, the cold air blowing greatly outside, the ambience of the bakery on the other side, and the buzzing of the electricity inside the light above him. That's how shocked he was. His sense hyped up and created something he had noticed only when he is meditating.

"How is that even possible?" He looked at the bathroom and then walked out from the trailer.

He shut the door close and leaned against the trailer. The scenery in front of him seemed so peaceful if it weren't for the debris lying around. Trolls that big should only be able to head this far down south and walking back to their habitat nearing dawn. It would be impossible for them to reach the southern regions.

"One turned into stone this morning." The clanking of pans could be heard on the other side. "I am not joking about this, so concentrate on your job and let her go."

Berwald's emphasis on his words made Lukas frown. There were no chances of him letting you go sooner or later. He believed in you and there was no way he'd leave you hanging now. Not even when he says, "Just a little bit more," to himself during time with you. You were too valuable to him, an irreplacable being; a creature going extinct and he's trying to save you. You were the wonder of his world.

"Goodbye." He said calmly and ended the call.

Lukas pocketed his phone and went back into the trailer. Before he went in, he looked at the mess the trolls made. Were they really going south?

But the real question is: Am I able to keep her up with me?

Hi, short update. Did not proof-read, too lazy as always. Ilygsm.

-Pumpkin