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Throne Room, 2011 (Pronouns used for Loki: she/her)
"I object!" The grand doors of the throne room swung open with a sudden force, slamming against the walls. The room went silent as a figure emerged from the shadows, a woman with long, dark hair and a dangerous air about her. A massive wolf padded silently behind her, its eyes glowing with a predatory gleam.
Loki stood frozen, her eyes narrowing as she tried to make sense of the situation. "What?" Her voice was quiet, but the confusion on her face was palpable.
"Hela?" Odin’s voice was full of disbelief, his brow furrowing as he turned to face the newcomer.
"Hela?" Loki echoed in disbelief, her voice tinged with a mix of anger and frustration. "Who the hell is Hela?" Her question hung in the air, but before Odin could respond, he raised his hand to silence her.
The woman stepped further into the room, her dark eyes gleaming with a confident, almost cruel amusement. "What… what are you doing here? How did you get out?" Odin demanded, trying to regain some semblance of control, but the shock was evident in his voice.
Hela’s lips curled into a wicked smile as she stepped forward, her presence filling the room. "Oh, father," she chuckled darkly, her voice dripping with disdain. "You’ve never been the sharpest tool in the shed, and clearly, you’re not now. I’m here because, you see," she turned her gaze to Loki, her voice growing colder, "you, my dear sister, are not the rightful heir to the throne of Asgard. You’re not the oldest one eligible to rule."
Loki’s heart skipped a beat, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Sister?" she whispered, turning to Sylvie, her mind racing. The room felt suddenly too small, and Loki’s gaze shifted rapidly, searching for answers, but all she found was confusion mirrored in Sylvie’s expression. Sylvie stepped closer, concern written across her face, but she said nothing.
Loki blinked, trying to process this new revelation.
Frigga, who had been silently watching the exchange, stepped forward, her face softening. She addressed Hela with a gentle, yet firm voice. "Hela, darling, I know ruling Hel is not the best position, but surely you don’t need to cause chaos here in Asgard." Her tone was calm, though there was an underlying sadness, as though Frigga’s heart was heavy with the appearance of this estranged daughter.
Hela rolled her eyes, dismissing her mother's words as if they were nothing. "Whatever. Fenrir," she called to the giant wolf behind her, "let’s go get my army." She flicked her dark hair over her shoulder as she turned, motioning for the wolf to follow her.
Loki’s gaze darted between Odin, Frigga, Thor, and Sylvie, her mind reeling from the revelation. "What are we supposed to do now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, the uncertainty gripping her. "And since when do we have a sister?" Her frustration was evident, her gaze now fixed on her father, hoping for some kind of explanation.
Odin’s face darkened, and he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders sagging as though the weight of the situation had finally hit him. "It’s a long story, Loki, one that is far too long to explain right now," he said, his voice filled with regret. "What matters is this: we need to gather our greatest warriors and prevent Hela from bringing her army to Asgard. She’s stronger than all of us. If we don’t act now, we’ll lose."
Loki’s stomach twisted with dread. The urgency of the situation hit her hard, but there was no time for hesitation. She and Thor exchanged a determined look. They knew what they had to do. "Come on, Thor," Loki said, clapping him on the shoulder as they turned to leave the throne room. "We have to suit up."
Sylvie, standing by Loki’s side, looked to Frigga for guidance. Frigga’s expression softened, but the gravity of the situation wasn’t lost on her. "If something happens to us," she said quietly, "you must be ready to defend Asgard. You’ll have to carry on, no matter the cost."
Sylvie nodded solemnly, her eyes hardening with determination. "We won’t let anything happen to you," she promised, her voice low but resolute.
Jane, though a visitor from Midgard, stood beside them, her hands clenched into fists. She wasn’t a warrior by any stretch of the imagination, but she understood the stakes. "We’ll fight," she said simply, her voice unwavering. "Whatever it takes."
Frigga gave them a small, reassuring nod, then turned her gaze back to Odin. The room fell into a heavy silence, the weight of the impending battle pressing down on all of them. Loki felt her heart race in her chest as she and Thor made their way to prepare. There was no more time for questions. They had a sister to confront, and an army to stop.
