Loving Him loki's daughter fic sequel to Agent Hel

Awake

Real quick, I want to reccomend a book to you because it has way less reads than what it deserves. It's called Child of Loki, by @writerfromgaliffrey . It's really good, so if you can, please give it a chance, it deserves much more reads.

I coughed, blood splattering the ground as I rolled over on the pavement. Groaning, I pulled myself up, thrusting my hand into the gaping wound on my stomach. The creatures around me had vanished, replaced by a very angry Asgardian. I groaned, and frantically clawing at the the walkway, trying to drag myself away from my father.

But my efforts were fruitless, as he swooped down, threw me over his shoulder, and teleported me onto the balcony of Stark tower. He placed me on the ground, combing my hair back before placing his hands on my stomach to heal the wound. One look at his face told me that my plan has been a very bad idea indeed.  His eyes were full of one unmistakeable emotion. Fear. His green eyes radiated pure worry. A pit began to grow in my stomach. I rolled over before my father could begin to channel his magic, standing up quickly, turning to face my shocked father.

"Hela." He said softly, his eyes boring gently into mine. "Sit down. You'll hurt.....yourself." His eyes drifted down to my torso, clean of blood. I  grinned, shrugging slightly.

"Care to explain yourself?" He asked, taking several long strides towards me. I backed up quickly, trying to avoid his menacing glare. "Hela." He growled dangerously, grabbing my shoulders, shaking me. I let out a wimper as my neck snapped forward and back. His gaze didn't falter.

I sobbed silently, tears making pale streaks through the dirt on my face. "I'm sorry!" I cried, burying my face in my hands. "I had to get your attention. I had to make this stop."

My father rolled his eyes. "Hela, I did this for you. I came here for you." I choked. Bile rose in my throat, and I forced myself to swallow past the lump. "Hela," the emotion in my father's voice made me want to break down and cry. To be a child again, pracing down the halls of SHIELD, worriless and carefree. When there was nothing in my way, only long days if playing with fake guns, joking around with Clint and Nat, and training long and hard. Now I had more pressing matters.

I shook my head, turning away from my father. "For me." I said harshly. "You abandoned me here!" I yelled. "You nearly killed me with the destroyer, now here you are again, blowing things up." I faltered, the words sticking in my throat.

"You are no father to me."