"Hiccup?"

...

"Hiccup!" Calypso yells.

I wake up in a startle. I look around.

"Hey, hey. You're safe." Calypso puts her hand on my shoulder.

I was lying on her bed. She was on top of me, litterally.

"Um, cay you get off of me, you're squishing my-" I start.

"That?" She raises an eyebrow.

I almost want to puke because I know, and I don't want to think of what she's talking about.

"My legs." I answer correctly.

She nods and slides off of me, but she was right next to me. 

"Ugh... my head." I wince.

I feel blood on my forehead. 

"You have a little scar." Calypso kisses my forward.

I want to jump in surprise, but I don't want to fall of the bed and feel more pain. I've felt enough pain for today. I feel a burst of energy as if the sun was touching my face. Her lips feel softer than clouds. My head is still spinning. What the Hell was that? Those things were not natural. They looked like zombies.

"You've met them." She says.

I nod.

"What are they?" I ask.

"They are from Niflheim." She says.

"The underworld where they torture?" I ask.

She nods.

"Well, Thor'll be." I lie back down.

"I told you darling, there is no way out of here." She says.