Athelstan was in the kitchen of the church humming 'that's all I ask of you' from the phantom of the opera and making his famous strawberry cupcakes for the visiting business men. They were here to talk to father Cuthbert about how their donations had been used the help improve the church. So when the church was invaded he never heard a thing until it was too late.

Outside Ragnar and his men were getting ready as they put on gloves, masks and had their bags ready, The plan was simple 'be in, done and out within a few minuets'. Once every one was ready they attacked. The front door was violently swung open and tear gas was throw as a distraction Ragnar's men forced the business men to empty their pockets while Ragnar looked around the hallways. He was not quite sure what he was looking 'maybe there was some spare jewellery laying around' he thought. He was about to turn back when he heard it, the most lovely tune he had and instantly he was entranced. He had to find out who was it was and followed the voice. As the voice got louder he found the owner. He peeked around the corner to see a young man with curly brown hair and pale skin. He was wearing a white shirt, brown trousers and apron that showed off how thin he was and from the look and smell of things he was cooking something sweet and then he saw a plate full of delicious looking cakes. The person was still humming his tune Ragnar decided to stay hidden behind the corner and continued to listen to the soothing melody.

Athelstan was unaware of the fact he was being watched as he continued to hum and cook. He had just finished his last batch of cakes so he took off his apron and hung it up. He grabbed an empty serving tray to put the cakes on, when he picked up the first tray he didn't notice the wooden spoon he had placed on it earlier, he jumped slightly when it clattered on the floor and rolled out the door way. He sighed and with the tray still in hand he went to retrieve it.

Ragnar stared at the spoon that was just inches away from his boot, the boy was coming to pick it up and when he did he would be caught. He made a split second decision to wait until he came close enough and then he would grab him. Like a predator stalking his pray he waited for the right moment to pounce.

Athelstan was a foot away from the door when a large figure suddenly appeared and blocked him. He stood still like a deer caught in headlights in shock. He could see this man was huge even through his leather jacket he was taller than him and could easily over power him.

'What is this man doing here? Dressed like that? Could he be a robber?' Athelstan tried hard not to look scared but it was difficult when a tower of muscle was in your way.

Ragnar observed the boy's face he was frightened and trying to hide it 'cute' he thought and it was true compared to the people Ragnar knew this boy was completely different in every way his curly hair, timid nature, lack of beard and tattoos oh yes he could get use to him, he made the decision to take the boy with him and took a step forward.

The man took a step forward towards Athelstan and he began to panic. 'I need to get away from him, but how?' Athelstan's eyes darted around the room and found the solution, he would let this man get close enough, dodge to his left, go around the other side of the table and bolt out the door. He made his move when the man reached out to grab him.

Ragnar reached out to grab the boy only for his hand to meet with thin air, he was surprised by the boys speed when he ran around the table and tried to get out the door. He was quick but Ragnar was quicker, he quickly spun around and grabbed the boys arm before he could leave the kitchen.

"LET ME GO!" He shouted

Ragnar ignored his plea and kept a firm grip on his arm. He was about to tell him to be quite and he was not going to hurt him when without warning the boy spun around and...

*THAWAK*

"OUCH! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!" Ragnar shouted as he was hit in the head with a metal serving tray. He loosened his grip on the boy to clutch his throbbing cheek. And the boy took this as his chance to flee.

Athelstan was sure his speed would be enough to get away from this man but he thought wrong when he felt a tight grip on his arm.

"LET ME GO!" he shouted hoping that someone would hear him. He was pulled away from the door and closer to the man, Athelstan realised he had to save himself somehow, then he remember the tray was still in his hand and made the decision to turn it into a weapon, he took a deep breath and with lightening speed turned around and...

*THAWAK*

"OUCH! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!"

The noise the tray made was deafening and the blasphemous words the man shouted rang just as loudly in Athelstan's ears. When he felt the harsh grip on his arm gone he made a second run for the door and this time succeeded in getting out.

Even if it was only for a few seconds...