Loki's Daughter, Mortem and Mischief

Chapter Thirty Six

"She wasn't lying," my father's voice sounded, it was no more than a whisper but I could hear his frustration loud and clear. "Grimnir really stabbed her?" Mobius asked, his voice just as hushed. I heard no more than a hum in reply.

I was in bed, my eyes were closed but I was far from sleeping. I was lucky to wake up just in time to hear that my plan had worked. At the foot of my bed, Mobius and my Father chatted away. They had said that Grimnir had escaped, and by the looks of it-I was no longer in the red due to the injury I had faced. It was a struggle to keep down my smile.

I slowly sat up, propping myself up as I faked a yawn. I was beginning to think I would've made quite the actress on Midgard. My father immediately fled to my bedside, taking my hand in his.

"Hela, darling," he said softly, brushing a stray hair away from my face. He looked as concerned as ever, his brows were knit and his mouth was downturned. However, a shiver spider-walked down my spine as I met his eyes. I expected to se fear, maybe even sympathy-but if anything, I saw anger. My Father wasn't totally convinced by my rouse although it seemed that Mobius was.

"Are you alright?" Mobius asked, still standing at the foot of my bed. He looked like a complete mess, his hair was askew and it looked as though he had the remnants of a busted lip. Obviously, Sylvie had done a good job at keeping them at bay.

"I'm fine," I said softly, noticing that I had been mostly healed by my mother. My nose was clicked back into place, somehow I could feel that it was even straighter than before. And with no knife in my and no blood in sight, I knew she had taken care of that as well. "You look a little worse for wear yourself, Agent," I commented, raising a brow at Mobius.

He laughed lightly, rocking from his toes to heels. "You shoulda seen me before your mom fixed me up," he said with a wink. "It's quite amazing that she was able to get that stab fixed up in just a few minutes for you."

I nodded. "I'm very lucky to have such a good mother," I said and I genuinely meant it. I definitely wouldn't have gone with the stabbing route if I didn't know my mother could me moments later. She was quite a good insurance policy in all of this.

"Mobius? Could you give my daughter and I a moment? Alone?" my father asked, turning to the time agent with a bright smile. My heart sunk but I tried not to let it show, I had to preserve whatever innocence I had left. Mobius nodded and waltzed right out without a fight.

As the door shut behind him, my father waited until Mobius was surely far from ear shot. He took a deep breath before looking at me with a glare so accusing, it made my blood run cold. My father was clearly far from happy with me. Even in all my years at his side, when he was cross with me-he was never as angry as he looked then. In that moment, I truly felt as though the relationship we had was at stake.

"Grimnir stabbed you?" he asked as he raised a brow. My father let go of my hand and crossed his arms. He looked like a policeman completing an interrogation.

"Grimnir stabbed me," I repeated cautiously, careful not to add any more or any less to the story. I now knew that my father could sniff out my lies. I needed to make sure I stuck to the truth.

"Why did he do that?" he pressed on. He was all but amused by me. "So that he could escape," I replied plainly, both my face and my voice were devoid of emotion.

"Did you send Sylvie to get us?" he asked, sitting forward as he rested his elbows on his knees. I shook my head no. Again, I wasn't necessarily lying. Yes, I had told her where they were but I never truly sent her after them. It was by her own volition that she decided to attack.

My father narrowed his eyes. His lips turned into a fine line as he studied me for a moment. "You know you're not as smart as you think," he said simply.

"Must be your genetics at play, then," I retorted as I crossed my arms. My Father smirked. "If you did help Grimnir, you must realize that it was pointless. You'll never be able to see him again," he replied.

I simply shrugged. I knew that the chances of me ever seeing Grimnir again were slim to none but that hardly mattered to me. At the end of the day, I only wanted to know that he was safe and alive. The heartbreak of never seeing him again was yet to settle in.

"You need to be more level headed," he scolded me, looking into my eyes with that awful fatherly glare. It made me want to just crawl out of my skin. "You can try to lie to me, hide the truth, but at the end of the day, you made a stupid decision."

I pursed my lips and thought for a moment. I looked deep into his eyes before I caught a glimpse at his left hand. The scar from his blood bond with my mother was there just as it always was. "You would've done the same thing for mother," I said softly.

"Your mother and I are married. It's my scared vow to protect her, even if it means I must be immoral. It's the same for you," he replied with a scoff. He crossed his arms and added, "Don't treat me like an enemy, dear. I think you're failing to remember I killed a man just yesterday to secure you this Asgardian fantasy."

My face become red hot as I blushed. I found myself no longer able to look at him. "I didn't kill anyone so...it's fine," I mumbled quietly but my father began to chuckle.

He smirked lightly, raising a brow as he said, "Not yet."