Hela Lokidottir.

❝Let me tell you 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, @PerfidiousForge: you 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 for 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 you 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 for.❞ — 𝑮𝑶𝑫𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑺 𝑶𝑭 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯

[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

⠀⠀ — ∬ THE GODDESS OF DEATH

( Highly AU
( Literate and descriptive
( SLs/banter welcome
( She loves death only
( Inner workings of #Milkdud

[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

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[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

@EsotericVigor — Hela, Goddess of Death, Princess of Asgard, and the Queen of Hel." A nod followed, sort of a half-bow in a twisted sort of way, the light breeze blowing the cape back behind her gently.
"A pleasure, I'm sure."

[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

@EsotericVigor — predator would stalk its prey . . . but different, at the same time.
Eventually, her steps returned her to the place she'd been standing before, arms crossing beneath her chest as she simply stared for a moment, and then finally, spoke up.

"As you already know, I am —

[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

@EsotericVigor — that she was now, as a goddess, but it was doubtful Hela would ever truly get that information, especially given what’d just been stated.
Still, her interest was piqued.

“. . . what’s your name,” she then questioned, manicured claws tapping against her sides tunelessly.

[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

@EsotericVigor Tongue pressing against the bottom row of her teeth as lips parted in silent observation, head tilting a fraction further, viridian optics skimming silently. Whomever she was, she was . . . truly unique, but somewhat of a mutant, all the same. She hadn’t been born the way —

[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

@EsotericVigor — Questioning with a tilt of her head, though without releasing her hold on the woman’s face, free hand comfortably resting upon her hip. “You aren’t Asgardian . . . and yet, I sense a great deal of its magic surrounding you.”

[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

@EsotericVigor A moment of silence passed then, eyes narrowed and lips pursed as Hela simply /stared/ the other down, and then, reached to grab her by the face, practically squishing it between her fingers as she turned her face one way, and then the other, squinting.

“What /are/ you?” —

[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

@EsotericVigor — at visiting her daughter, but such was not the case.

“You /dare/ insult me—“

[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

@EsotericVigor — mother and her so-called grandfather . . . and her younger half-brother, and the fact that she was unable to do so now was /highly/ irritating, evident by the anger flickering across her visage.
Perhaps she’d have been calmer if she hadn��t just come from a failed attempt —

[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

@EsotericVigor — upwards slightly, eyes flashing dangerously.

“Meant or otherwise, it happened, and therefore an apology is owed.” Foot tapping impatiently, arms shifting to cross beneath her chest.

[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

@EsotericVigor It was typical of Asgardians to cower in fear upon sighting her, and the lack of such now was . . . confusing, though a quick skim of her life forced provided Hela with the explanation. A snarl still remained upon pale tiers, however, hands settling onto her hips as chin tipped —

[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

@EsotericVigor — where you step, peasant.” Suffice to say, she was in a worse mood than usual.

[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

@EsotericVigor Grunt forced from within her lungs as she stumbled into the other, fire flaring in her chest moments later as she backstepped, shooting a glare at the other woman, manicured hand pushing darkened tresses from her line of sight.

“You would do well to pay more mind to —

[dαgmαr αgnídσttír. @AshesOfAsgard]

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[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

@MiniMsMischief — is for Daddy to be /worried/ again.." Slight bitterness then, verdant hues rolling before her head shook in dismissal.
"Calm, before you injure yourself."

[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

Light steps carrying her into the healing room where @MiniMsMischief was currently, dark gaze sweeping the room before settling on the young princess.
Aleksander had informed her of what'd happened, and she was simply curious now, though silent whilst attempting to see if the —

[Hela Lokidottir. @DaggersOfDeath]

@MiniMsMischief — had the loyalty of the dead, but the loyalty of the /living/ was something else /entirely/.

"Now, now, Beatrice.." Tone was softer, but still firm as it usually was, tongue clicking against the roof of her mouth. "You needn't stress yourself so soon. The last thing we want —