Völuspá

United

Sindr arrived in Hel's hall, but she still had a bit of a hard time behaving herself as she saw the other woman. She originally shrunk her flaming body down to around Hel's tall size, but couldn't help but grin at her host as she walked toward Hel's throne, growing a foot above in size.

"I am so sorry about the circumstances of our last encounter, bride." She let out with a bit of humor seeping through as she showed an overly dramatic bow.

"Please behave!" Kitri thought to her desperately as she watched Hel's reaction.

"I would prefer for you to not call me that..." Hel responded coldly, still seated proudly in her throne with her legs crossed underneath the long dark fabrics of her robes.

"My bad!" Sindr let out as she stood tall again, growing even more in size by a few inches, but she did manage to look more serious as she got right to the topic at hand. "As long as all past digressions against your realm are forgiven, I'm happy to work together. Send my infernal and your dead together into Asgard to battle."

"I do have one question before I fully agree to this..." Hel announced as she stood from her throne. "Seems you are happy to break this alliance to Odin for seemingly no reason. How can I trust that you will not break ours this quickly as well?"

"Oh curses that is a really good point..." Kitri thought anxiously as her and Loki began to quickly try to think of a good excuse.

Sindr seemed to have an answer ready though. "My promised aliance to Odin was not because I'm actualy faithful to cooperating with him, but to secure the Musplheim throne from my siblings after the death of my father. I actually couldn't be more excited to take his place in completing this prophecy of causing the death of these gods. This way they're also at a disadvantage when they'll see us seemingly turn against them when the time comes, instead of helping them."

Kitri smiled as she praised Sindr through thought, and Hel seemed satisfied with that answer.

It really seems like this was all coming together, especially as they moved into a smaller space to discuss the details of who would be doing what during this takeover. Loki already had a plan for how to distract Thor away from this Asgardian war. Even if he was not in the group of gods that helped Odin do this atrocity to them and their children, he left for Midgard as they did. Not wanting to go against Loki, but also unable to act against his father.

"I have a question of my own." Kitri asked Loki through thought. "How did Odin even find out about this prophecy of Ragnarok?"

"Hel might have more details, but he apparently came down here to seek out the most powerful seeress to tell him tales of the formation of the universe and its end." Loki responded through thought.

Kitri let out a quiet frustrated sigh. "No matter how powerful, those visions are always shifted by actions and are uncertain at best. It is kind of incredible that his own fear of this vision is the thing that set this in motion. Had he been ignorant, things would have been so much more peaceful for everyone."

Loki scoffed quietly. "Knowledge always has a cost, we all know this. I believe Odin's starvation for it is exactly what will be his undoing."

The more they talked, the more it was obvious that this attack would need to start with Midgard. Move up from lower realms to the middle before growing upwards toward Asgard.

It was pretty interesting watching Hel and Sindr interact as they both became consumed and unified in their hatred toward Odin as they planned. Hel still remained cold and collected, yet her silent rage was evident in her tone and focused words that left her mouth. Sindr was a bit of the opposite, expressing her points with wide flaming gestures as an excited smile showed on her face.

The conversation and planning continued for so long that Frigg had retired into her rooms for some time, having stayed pretty much silent the entire time as she listened to the two queens plan. Kitri and Loki were also in need of some rest and as Hel noticed this after Frigg had left, she asked for a servant to take them to some rooms within her halls.

Coincidences seemed common at this point and Kitri let out a laugh in her head as the person that was tasked with guiding them was the same child that she had to follow back to her chambers from Loki's memories during their first arrival there. Right before Baldur attacked her back then.

As they followed the girl, Loki wrapped his arm around Ktris shoulders. Her curiosity got the better of her as they were led toward one of the guest rooms. "I wish to ask... what caused your death, child? Seemingly at such a young age..."

The girl turned to glance over her shoulder but kept walking without missing a step. "I died during the Æsir and Vanir war. My parents were fighting, so I guess they are in Valhalla, but I was too young to fight at the time..." She said in a very matter of fact kind of way that a child of her age would. Just reciting the facts with little emotion.

A realization then hit Kitri and she grasped tightly into Lokis wrist. "Narfi." She thought and Loki's expression darkened.

They let the girl finish leading them to their assigned chambers, but then Loki immediately grasped a tight hold of her hand as he teleported them out of Hel's halls and around the area where he could feel their son's presence the strongest.

Humble looking wooden home only a few rows of houses in front of Hel's main domain. They both recognized the place, and Kitri let out a deep sigh. "Alright, the Norns need to calm themselves. You are hilarious when it comes to spinning fate, I get it." She thought as she rolled her eyes.

It was the home of the dark skinned shopkeep that had avenged Kitri's death in the first timeline. Loki hesitantly walked in through the open door and greeted the man that was still attentively manning his shop.

Kitrk followed, some sadness clouding her thoughts from their loss. The man greeted the both of them as they entered, and she immediately saw Narfi in the back with the shopkeeps daughter. They seemed to be fine, playing together happily, both seemingly glad for the company of the other.

Kitri started to tear up, but pulled herself out of that building, Loki following closely behind as the shopkeep grew confused at their strange behavior. Loki wrapped his arms around her waist, but she turned around to weep into his chest as he hugged her tighter.

"Motivation, my sweet. Notice how we have not felt even a sliver of Vali's presence. He must be alive." He whispered against her ear. "Not to mention we have so much yet to accomplish. We will set things right and make these gods pay, I am certain of it."

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Voluspa is the poem of Odin learning about the birth and death of his kind from this woman of magic who he woke from her dead slumber. She was not very happy about being disturbed, but at least he brought her gifts...