The sea was calm, too calm for Thor's liking. The little ship cut across the water slowly, sails stretched but barely catching the weak wind. Thor stood at the deck, watching the horizon. He knew it would not be long before faster ships left King's Landing to hunt them down. Their vessel was a trader's boat, built for carrying goods, not for outrunning pursuers.
Since the guards were unprepared, it would take time for them to chase them back at sea; however, sooner or later they will catch up.
He has to find a way to outrun them or hide away before ships from kings landing comes around.
"We are too slow," Thor shouted, his voice like a growl. "If we wait for their ships to catch us, then all this will be for nothing."
The captain wrung his hands nervously. "This is not a warship, my lord. It moves at the speed the gods allow."
"Then we shall cheat your gods," Thor said. His blue eyes swept the deck. "Throw away anything that weighs this ship down. Barrels, crates, cargo — overboard."
The captain's face twisted with pain. "That is my livelihood! My coin!"
"All the coin you ever need is here, if you intend to keep them then don't bother about these." Thor sneered and showed him the pouch with full of gold coins with him.
"Let see how much coins you could hold those Lannister bastards under the queen's command catch up to us." Shouted Thor with irritation.
Thor stepped closer, towering over him. "Your coin will be ashes if we are caught. Choose, man. Wealth and life or nothing. Seems quite obvious, isn't it." He asked while dangling the pouch in front of the merchant.
The captain swallowed and nodded. "Throw it all!" he shouted to his crew.
Together they heaved heavy barrels into the sea, crates smashing as they hit the water. The ship grew lighter, moving a little quicker, but not quick enough. Thor could still feel the weakness of the wind against his skin.
Any more lost in mass could cause the boat to go unstable; he can't have that.
"It is not enough," he said. He lifted his hammer, staring at the sky.
He himself was unsure whether this would work; he was the god of thunder not wind but right now they needed a miracle and quick.
Lightning, he still couldn't summon at will. Let alone storms.
'Okay, don't be so nervous, believe in yourself. You have Thor's power, you got this.' He motivated himself and try to connect to his powers, not summoning lightning or storms. Just make the wind blow faster here, that all.
Thor raised Mjolnir high. "If ever you answered me," he murmured to the skies, "answer me now."
Arya and Sansa weren't fussing nearly as much as Thor; for them, they weren't just running away, they were leaving behind their father.
Their eyes didn't leave the direction of King's landing for a second after Thor got on board, even when the entire land mass was barely visible.
Uncertainty knot inside their chest, unwillingness and powerlessness. They felt anger and helplessness together at their situation.
"What is he doing ?" Arya at that time looked at one Asgardian posting his hammer up toward the heavens, muttering something to himself with his eyes closed.
"Sush, it must be some sort of ritual from where Ser Thor came from." Sansa didn't know either but she was more polite, unlike a certain ungrateful brat who was already grinning ear to ear at this strange display.
She wasn't the only one, most of the crew saw Thor with suspicious eyes, like the handsome young man have finally lost his mind.
It happens, many do that here in Kings Landing. The place was cursed, they knew it, but it was a shame for something like that to happen to such a young, handsome lord like him.
However, that grin didn't last long.
Clouds slowly gathered, faint at first, then stronger. The air shifted. A breeze stirred, and the sails began to fill. Slowly, the trader's ship picked up speed, cutting faster across the sea.
"By the seven, what did he just do. Did the seven really hurt his prayer?"
Even Arya and Sansa's looks were one of complete utter amazement.
…
The throne room of King's Landing was buzzing with tension. Joffrey sat high on the Iron Throne, his thin frame drowning in the jagged metal, his face red with impatience.
"How much longer must I wait?" He roared, silencing the crowd.
For hours, he had been waiting, certain that the guards would soon drag the Stark girls back before him.
At least he thought that, in reality, he was there for only Half an hour.
He had already decided their fate: they would watch their father's head roll, and the whole city would see his power.
That was the reason he hadn't already killed the man, or had been caught. He wished to kill the traitor before he was crowned as the king for some noble reason.
However…Time passed, and still no one returned.
"Where are they?" Joffrey snapped, his voice rising. "Why has no one brought them to me?!"
The guards standing below exchanged nervous glances. They had no answer, and their silence only fueled the boy king's rage further.
And really, how come they would know? The white cloaks or the king's guard are completely different from the normal low-level city guards. How could they know what those useless city guards are doing, wasting so much time?
Most of the city guards too are filled with Lannister men, no wonder the quality has gone so down.
Joffrey didn't care about the distinction, though; he slammed a hand down on the armrest of the throne.
Only to get his hand impaled on one of the spiky end of the horrid chair.
His face turned all shades of red before he, with much effort, suppressed the yell he could have made if it weren't his coronation day.
"I gave an order!" he shrieked. "Do you all think my words are to be ignored? Find them! Find the traitor's daughters and that oaf with them!"
More men were sent scurrying through the Red Keep and the city streets, but they too returned empty-handed. Finally, word reached the throne room: Thor had escaped King's Landing, and with him were both Arya and Sansa Stark.
The moment Joffrey heard this, his face twisted with fury. He jumped from the throne and began shouting, his voice cracking like a spoiled child denied a toy.
"Useless, all of you! Worthless dogs! How could you let this happen under my very nose?!" He jabbed a finger at the trembling guards. "You swore to serve me, to protect this city, and yet a foreign brute walks out with two prisoners right under your eyes! Do you call yourselves knights? You shame me before the realm!"
The guards lowered their heads, knowing better than to argue. What the point on saying that it were his mother's Lannister men who were on their hunt and not the king's guards, it wasn't their fault but the little shit might really don't know the difference so there was no point, pointing it out.
Joffrey continued his rant, pacing and waving his hands wildly, lashing them with words until his throat grew hoarse.
Quite the opposite of him thought, Ned Stark who was shackled and quiet all this time, quietly had a relieved look on his face.
His daughters were save, that all he could ask for. He was right to put his truth on Thor.
"And where the seven hell is my mother. How come she isn't here beside me on this occasional day? Go and fetch her at once." Joffrey chided, knowing little that her mother was not in much condition to go anywhere right now.
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