Loki's Daughter, Mortem and Mischief

Chapter Forty Three

"I feel like an idiot," I grumbled as I sipped my tea. I had no tears left to cry and my throat was sore from it all. But something about this tea was instantly making me feel better-it was my mother's brew, no doubt.

My father shrugged. "Very stupid, yes. Stabbing yourself, disobeying the TVA, and going down to Midgard all because of a boy? Very stupid," he agreed as he stirred his tea.

I sighed as I rubbed my face. "I see that now..." I said softly. I felt extremely embarrassed by my actions. I was guilty through and through and had nothing to prove for it.

"You didn't...do anything...too idiotic, though. Right?" my father asked cautiously. My face flushed red as I gathered what he was insinuating. "No! No, god no," I replied hastily, "I did not have se-"

"Shh, shh," he swiftly cut me off. His face twisted into an interesting mix of relief and disgust. "That's all I wanted to know, please-spare me the details."

"Alright, you asked," I reminded him. He shuddered, absolutely disgusted by the thought. "Well then, with that out of the way...I want to turn him into Mobius," I said softly.

My father raised a brow. "Quite the sudden change of heart," he commented. I shrugged. "I want him to know that there's consequences to crossing me. I want to make an example of him, to Asgard, to everyone," I explained firmly.

My father took a deep breath, thinking over my statement. Something told me he was really struggling not to agree with me. Bloodshed and feuds were hardly ever the answer but to both of us, it felt fully necessary in this situation. Afterall, Grimnir had broken his poor baby girl's heart-turning him over to Mobius was quite merciful with all the torments my father was considering.

"Listen, I don't want anyone to ever try and pull a stunt like that again," I sighed as I put my teacup down on my bedside table. Even thought of ever being betrayed so personally made anxiety well up within me. Too many times I had been left behind or used, whether by Grimnir or my own father. I couldn't keep living like that as it wasn't sustainable, especially not with the way I reacted.

"I don't want to be made into an idiot...or used. I want to show Grimnir that he should have known better than to hurt me," I said with determination. A creeping smile grew on my father's face as a bit of confidence returned to me. "I did not haul fish for four years, watch my parents die, and kill the damn Goddess of Death to be a doormat for stupid criminal boys. I'm Hela Lokisdottir for heaven's sake, I shouldn't be acting like an idiot."

My dad smirked. "But you were an idiot, because of even bigger idiot of a boy," he said. I groaned, face planting into a pillow out of embarrassment. "I'm not an idiot. I swear I'm smarter than that," I mumbled.

"Then you better start acting like it," my father said, his grin now bold and wide. "You're my daughter. Queen of Asgard. Goddess of Death." He took my shoulders, looking me dead in the eyes. "You hold more power than you could ever even imagine, dear. The blood of Asgard's greatest witches and warriors runs through your veins, and not only that-you're a damn frost giant."

I slowly peaked out from under the pillow, looking up at my father with a growing smile. "You've survived apocalypse after apocalypse, you've grown into a gorgeous young woman, and have defeated fate itself. You are a force to be reckoned with and I'll be damned if I ever see you forget that again," he said firmly and passionately.

"I'll try not to," I said softly but my father shook his head-unsatisfied with my answer. He extended his pinky out to me and said, "Swear it to me. Swear that you won't forget who you are."

I smiled as I hooked my finger around his. "I swear it."

He smiled, kissing my hand before jumping up from the bed. "Where are you going?" I asked, slipping out of bed to follow him.

"Oh your mother and I placed a bet on whether you were going hunting or not. I won the bet," he said proudly. I rolled my eyes as I sat on the edge of the bed.

"How is she, by the way?" I asked softly as I looked up at my father. "You...killed her real husband and are now just...masquerading by her side. I mean...how are you?" I selfishly hadn't paid any mind to how any of this was for my parents. This transition between timelines had been a slap in the face to me, I could hardly imagine how it was my father or my mother( who was still largely in the dark about everything).

"Funny you mention that," he laughed, shifting on his toes to heals. My eyes widened as I immediately said, "Oh, god. Nothing bad, right?"

"No, no! But she ratted me out. She knew I wasn't...the other Loki because I was...too nice to you. And of course, I'm not cheating on the daily," he explained. I nodded as I listened, in all honesty-I wasn't surprised. My mother's intuition was always very keen plus she had a very watchful eye. Of course she would put two and two together to realize that my father wasn't her husband.

"She...wasn't angry at all. Honestly, she didn't even want to know what happened to my variant. Which was good because I really didn't have the heart to tell her," he added.

"But she didn't care? What even happened?" I asked quizzically, tilting my head as I looked at him.

"She got a headache, drank some herbal tea, then was fine. She was quite happy to know I hadn't been sleeping around, means I don't have any st-"

"Shh!" I hissed, covering my ears. "You are taking it too far today." He put his hands up in defense, grimacing as he said, "You're right. Sorry."

Holding back the urge to shiver in disgust, I took a deep breath before standing tall and my bedside. I put my hands on my hips and asked, "Well, where can we find Mobius?"

My father smiled, extending his arm to me as he said, "Right this way."