“You saved me.” I said telling him something he obviously knew already and I heard him huff in response.
“Yeah it seems like it’s a requirement when being your friend.” I rolled my eyes to myself before pulling back to look up at his shadowed face.
“So where were you running off to before the entertainment almost killed you?” I turned to look back at what in fact was the start of a new act making its way through the now parting crowd. I could just make out the giant steam horses that were made from crudely hammered metal sheets riveted together. These four horses that no doubt represented the four on the Cathedral were pulling along a gothic chariot that was like a hellish prison combined. Twisted black lava stalagmites rose from the base of the chariot until all the tips met at the top. Inside of this enclosed rock cage were people dressed as demonic Spartans who looked as though they had each been dipped in a live volcano. The costumes they wore were equally incredible as they were horrifying.
“What are they?” I found myself quietly asking.
“They represent the Titans.” Sigurd said and the disgusted way he said it made me look back up at him.
“As in the imprisoned Greek Gods?” I asked and for a moment he just seemed transfixed by the sight of them.
“Sigurd?” I said his name to try and prompt him into responding, which eventually worked after the second time.
“I gather the only reason you’re out here alone is because you did a runner?” I felt myself blush but he just rolled his eyes at my silent answer.
“Come on, I know a place.” He took my hand in his, engulfing it and pulled me across to the opposite side. I noticed that for some reason people got out of the way for us now a lot quicker than when I was flying solo. It was also a reason I didn’t think was just down to his colossal size and the clues were the whispers and stares from everyone he passed. Some even cowered backwards as if trying to get away unnoticed.
“Uh…everyone seems pretty scared of you?” I said as a question to which my only answer was a frown I could only barely see from under his hood. One could only see as I had to look up so far he was that tall.
It didn’t take us long to come to the huge red brick bell tower that stood what must have been hundreds of feet tall. I stopped dead and just let my head fall back to look up and up and up.
“Yeah, yeah, big fucking tower, I get it…but sometime before another one of these bullshit shindigs, øjesten.” Sigurd said marching back from the black double doors he had been stood at to then grip the top of my arm and pull me back with him. It was surprising how gentle such an enormous guy could be I thought as I was calmingly manhandled up some steps. Of course the poor doors ahead of us didn’t receive such a luxury, when he suddenly reared back his foot and crashed it through the panels.
“Uh…I hate to point this out but isn’t someone gonna like notice this, say some poor mortals that have to deal with why their tower was broken into?”
“Yeah do I look like I give a shit, besides what do you think the level of damage that all them lot are gonna cause by the end of the night?” He said retaking my hand and pulling me into the dark space.
“Oh…well I guess I didn’t think of it that way.” I admitted now wondering what did happen at the end of the night. Thankfully after an eye roll from my giant friend, he was kind enough to inform me.
“Well lucky for all those simple mortals…”
“Hey!” I said interrupting him and not surprisingly getting ignored.
“…the square the next day will be like this night never even happened, which I am sure will include this door.”
“Oh… I guess that’s ok then.”
“Great, well now that I have eased your conscience enough to live with yourself for another day, can we get on.” He said trying to keep the teasing smirk from his lips.
“That’s a lot of steps.” I said looking up.
“Yeah but we aint takin em.” He said and before I could say anything he grabbed me around the waist and my Hell ride really began. I briefly had time to blink and in that split second all I could see was his shadows reaching out its long tentacles and we were off. I suddenly knew how poor Mary Jane had felt when dating Spiderman and I will tell you now, that web shooting ride looks way more fun on telly!
It didn’t take long to get to the top and that was my one consolation. By the time my feet touched the floor I felt like my stomach had been for a bungee jump without the rest of me!
“Jesus are you insane!? A warning might have been nice, not even a bloody, ‘Don’t look down’!” I said mimicking his voice in a ridiculously deep way making him cross his arms.