Ironwood Forest

                                    

                                          

"Move faster!" 
The repetitive sound of Munnin's voice was once again yelling at you.
You lost your slip-on shoes a while back, rendering you barefoot, and as you stumble through the thorny vines that surround the woodland floor, your feet become bloodied, making you slow. 
The fabric of your torn dress continues to get caught on sharp branches and bristly shrubs, exposing your legs to the harsh elements. Tears stream down your cheeks as the stinging sensation in your lower extremities never lets up, making you feel increasingly weakened.
For the past hour, you've been slogging through the dense forest. The long chain that connects to your shackled wrists continuously being pulled on by Munnin. His increasing irritation at your slow pace made him snap his head around and look at you with a threatening glare.
"If I have to look back in anger one more time, I'll at least make it worth my while." Munnin declares while picking up a large thin branch. 
He lifted it high above his head and then whacked it against a tree, sending shards of bark flying in every direction, narrowly missing you and inciting more fear.
"Imagine the tree is your face, do not make me disfigure your pretty looks, peaches." 
Urgh, stop calling me fucking peaches.
Ever since you touched down in the forest, Munnin clung on to your body and inhaled deeply, admitting that he had missed you and your peachy aroma.
"Peaches, I've never been one for sweet fruits, but you smell of peaches and now it's my favourite scent, I've missed it, missed you, and craved you ever since you left me." Munnin's adoration for you, made you so very disgusted and confused.  
You wondered how he could miss you. Before dragging you here against your will, he'd only seen you at church and at the Odin meeting. Since then, he's been substituting "Peaches" for your given name whenever he talks to you.
You remind yourself never to use the bottle of peach scented shampoo again. You suddenly detest peaches. 
You quickly pick up your feet and make every effort to keep from falling. Pain was becoming intolerable, but you knew he meant business when he threatened to lash your face if you fell too far behind.
"Where are we going?" you ask out of breath. 
"We are going to her." Munnin kept his answers deliberately vague, leaving you to speculate. You also noticed that the word "her" was used in a way that seemed to suggest dislike.
It gave you hope that perhaps she was someone who didn't tolerate Munnin much either, and maybe she would help you.
Your footing faltered and the chain tugged, however, you quickly straighten yourself up and ask, "But where are we?" 
Your question was a panicked attempt to divert his attention from the fact that you just slipped, pulling the chain taut in his hold.
Munnin surprisingly didn't react to the obvious slip up, and unexpectedly engaged in conversation, responding to your location inquiry. This frightened you and made you suspicious—was he planning to take your life? Hence why he had no reservations about disclosing the location.
With his back still facing you as he walked slightly ahead, he replied, "We are in East Asgard—Ironwood forest, known for it's unliveable conditions. The vines have a life of their own, stay still long enough and they'll grow right through you." 
He suddenly stilled his movements, and turned around to face you, a dark grin spread on his face. 
"Hmm...now that's an idea, trouble me further and I'll tie you to a tree and allow the vines to find its way inside your body. I give it half a day before you're filled with so much thorny vine that it's sprouting from all orifices." His face lit up, finding something amusing at the idea.