Of Gods and Monsters
And Until I Get My Peace I'm But A Shade..
I lurk in the shadows, eyes hidden under my black hood. I stand and watch, waiting for Thor to appear with my father in chains.I’m there, unbeknownst to everyone in the room. Either they really don’t know I’m here or Heimdall hasn’t informed them yet. He knows I’m here, he always knows I’m there.
Hours pass, and after overhearing a couple arguments between Frigga and Odin, I grow weary; wondering what happened to my father and his adopted brother. A loud, audible, sigh escapes my lips. And as it does, I immediately regret it,
“Hel,” I hear Frigga say, “come out of the shadows.”
I do as she says and I could hear a few gasps from the guards. The gasping and staring has become old over the years. So my face is covered in scars and half of my is rotting. It’s a side effect of my parentage. It doesn’t bother me, and that’s all that matters.
“Frigga,” I smile before turning my attention to the All father, “All father,” I say, bowing.
“What brings you to Asgard?” Odin asks
“My father is being imprisoned,” I state, “I thought it would be obviously that I was here for that reason alone.”
“I did not think you cared about him,” he says, “not enough to leave your post.”
“I am positive the souls can stand to put off punishment a little longer,” I grin, “my father is the reason why I exist. I’m grateful that.”
Odin is about to speak, but the double doors behind us open up; revealing Thor and my father. I step the the side as the two brother walk to the All Father. Thor looks at me, briefly smiling before getting serious once more as he presents the prisoner, my father. Loki doesn’t look at anyone, his head remains down. My eyes zone in on my father as I block out Odin’s words. How could I have come from a man that causes so much chaos and destruction. No wonder Odin feared my brothers and I; he’s afraid we’d be three times worse than Loki.
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“It’s good to see you, Hel.” Thor’s voice says behind me. I turn around and smile at him. He was always the one that cared about me. Maybe because for all purposes, he’s my uncle.
“It’s good to see you too Thor,” I say, “sadly it had to be like this.”
“No, I’m pretty sure there are worse reasons to be seeing you,” he jokes about my role.
“I suppose that is true,” I chuckle, “how bad is it down there?” I question him. “How much destruction did my father cause this time?”
“You do not need to worry about it,” he sternly says, “it is not your job to fix your father’s mistakes.”
“But I am the only one that has a much power as he does,” I counter, “I can help fix things down there; fix the people he possessed.”
“Do you think they’d allow you to help?” He questions me, “it’s not even just about your looks Hel; it’s about who your father is. Let it be known you are Loki’s daughter, they won’t trust you anymore than they trust him.”
“I’m through suffering for the sins of my father,” I tell him, “I’m not going to let his name and what he’s done in his lifetime to affect my life any more. He’s the reason why I got ripped from my home, he’s the reason why I was brought here to Asgard. His nature is the reason why my brothers and I can never be together. I’m through, Thor. And I am going to make a name for myself in Midgard. Let it be known, I’m not just Loki’s daughter.” With that I walk away, heading to Heimdall. I think it’s time to go back to Helheim, I’ve got some planning to do...
