Craziest Month Ever

Week 3 Day 4 Auntie Hela p3

Hela's pov
"I'm sorry, I should have stopped him sooner," Heimdell tells me and I shake my head.

"No. Even you could not have foresaw this. I need to go fetch Petyr, would you see to it that Asgard is safe until I return?"

"Of course, my queen," Heimdell responds and nods respectfully.

So I hurry off to the palace.

"I need to go fetch something, have the bifrost ready when I return."

Time skip: 15 seconds~under Asgard's palace

"With the eternal flame... Wake up!"

"Take me to the bifrost, Fenris."

When my response is the wolf grabbing me and running towards the bifrost. I close my eyes as Heimdell opens the bifrost and open them just in time to see Petyr trying desperately to fight off about fifty Frost Giants.

Commanding Fenris to run to Petyr. I pull said nephew out of harms way and onto Fenris's back with me. I then proceed to kill all the enemies nearby with my power and turn back to Petyr.

Just staring at Petyr for a moment, I see the small tears in his eyes and relief that washes over him when he registers who I am so I wipe away his tears with my thumbs.

Not planning on granting him much more of the luxury of not being punished, I take a deep breath.

"Fenris, protect us."

She growls and goes in a fighting position in response so I turn my attention back to my nephew.

Using the most threatening voice I can, I say, "Petyr, do you trust me?"

Author's pov
Petyr was stunned, at first he wanted to say 'no', he knew what saying 'yes' would cause but then he remembered Loki had said if he didn't want Hela to punish him his parents would deal with it once they return. So he decided to not try and avoid the inevitable and to instead tell the honest truth.

"I-I trust you with all my heart," Petyr whispered softly.

"Very well then, let's get this over with."

Yeah

You know the drill.

:( Trigger warning ):

:( Or just warning ):

Non-sexual, disciplinary spanking of a child by their aunt.

:( I'll bold the part when it's over ):

Hela's pov
In a swift motion I rotate Petyr so that he is laying on his stomach, his head facing Fenris's fur.

"I'm aware Loki taught you how to change your outfit, get into a pants and t-shirt."

My only response is Petyr's magic overfilling him and his outfit being what I asked.

Taking a deep breath and placing my left hand on his back I land a harsh swat with my right hand to the left side of my nephew's rear and repeat this from right to left nine more times, Petyr yelping with each swat.

Then only do I start the scolding.

"Nephew, do you realize you could have died? (SMACK) What would I tell your parents? Sorry Petyr ran off  (SMACK) to play where he was told not (smack) too and was killed." (smack)