When the Vikings invaded the island of the Anglo-Saxons, one of the many ways that they sought control over their new subjects was by gathering things to sacrifice to their gods. By far one of the most popular things to gather was young ladies. Mary was the daughter of a local lord and widely renown for her beauty. When the Vikings found out that she was a maiden as well, yet untouched by a man, they knew that she would be the perfect sacrifice. They snatched her away and boarded her on a ship for their homeland. As fiery as she was, even Mary couldn't escape her fate.

Originally, she was supposed to be a sacrifice for Odin, king of their gods, but with how stubborn and willful she was, the Vikings decided that she would be a better fit for Thor. He was the type of god who could appreciate a stubborn woman. Thus, she was prepared for sacrifice.

She was told that Thor would come to her in the temple dedicated to him and would take her to Asgard where she would be one of his concubines. The priestesses of the temple were tasked with making her presentable to him. This involved stripping Mary naked, bathing her and washing her hair. They rubbed her body with oils before she was led, still naked, to the altar in the temple where she would be laid out for presentation to the god. To assure that she wouldn't try to run away, Mary was bound hand and foot with rope and tied to the stone altar. They surrounded her with other gifts for their god, including various fruits and meats, gold jewelry, mead, wine, and the same precious oil that had been rubbed onto to Mary's body. After the priestesses said their prayer to Thor, they left and the temple was dark and silent, lit only by the candles that flanked the altar.

Never let it be said that Mary was the type to go quietly. She made an effort to struggle against her restraints, but it was to no avail. She could not reach the knots that kept her bound. Outside, it started to rain, quietly at first before steadily increasing. A flash of lightning lit the sky, followed by the low rumble of thunder. As the lighting came more quickly and the thunder grew louder, Mary stopped struggling and laid back against the cool stone of the altar, her dark hair fanned out beneath her. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself as she awaited her fate.