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Hela ⚡️🌪 〜 Mixed feelings

{A/N: This is a request from @lousvodka [ooh maybe a enemies to lovers w lou or hela] I hope it's as good as you thought it would be, it's the first time I write enemies to lovers and it was actually fun, so yeah!}

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Ouch... What the-

"Look who's finally awake." I sit up fast, the coldness of the ceramic floor freezing my numb, bare legs. This husky voice is oddly and dreadfully familiar, causing my ears to bleed. I squeeze my eyes shut hoping that when I'll open them, this person won't be in front of me. Slowly and carefully, I open one of them, making eye contact with the last person in the universe I want to find myself with: Hela.

    Hela and I don't really enjoy each other's company to say the very least. Actually, I hate her and I know for a fact that this feeling is mutual. Since the down of time, Hela and I have been fighting, we cannot stand each other. And to be totally honest, I don't really know why nor how all this hatred started. Every time I hear her name, the hair on my body stands on end and this weird feeling of outrage just springs inside my chest.

So when I wake up in an unknown room next to the person I hate the most in all the universe, you can understand how I can feel. The worst is that I don't even remember how I got there. One moment I was peacefully fighting another enemy of mine and then poof, black-out. Until I open my eyes and realize that I ended up here, in a dark, stinky cell.

    I get up, steadying myself with the help of the wall next to me, feeling my legs tremble beneath the weight of my body. The whole time, I maintain the eye contact with the enemy, I give her my best glare, trying to find the best way of attack. I feel my muscles tense looking at this tall, black haired woman. How much I'd like to take that smirk away from her face!

She thinks she's the best, huh?! She thinks she's the most powerful woman, that she can break me with a snap of her fingers. Well, she's wrong. How come I'm still alive after all these years of fighting then? That's what I thought. I start to walk dangerously towards Hela, the blood boiling inside my veins, but I'm immediately less tempted to attack her when I'm pleased to hear her brooding laugh.

"Oh, Y/n... Let's be grown ups for once, don't you think? We're stuck here together for an indefinite period of time, we could perhaps try to talk, put our differences aside." Hela sits graciously on a seat at our disposal, scratching the back of her head waiting for my answer.

This fucking tone of hers..! All I can think of is take my fist and shove it deep into Hela's mouth so that she won't ever be able to say all this bullshit anymore. She thinks she'll get a way with me using this haughty tone, but she's wrong. That's why I hate her, Hela always thinks that she's the centre of attention and that everyone should bow before her.

"So... Don't you want us to try and be civilized for once?" Hela adds seeing that I'm not answering.

"What do you wanna talk about?" I ask through gritted teeth walking slowly in her direction before I sit on the chair in front of her. I cross my arms over my chest, willing to try to have a normal conversation with her. If we're gonna have to be in the same room for a while, why not try to make this moment as pleasant as it can be.

"Oh, I don't know... What about your family, I heard you're having trouble with your last one, am I wrong?" That bitch, doesn't she dare say a word about my family! Out of reflex, I stand up, my fists clenching and my jaw clamping. I see red when that glorious and arrogant smirk of hers stretch itself on the face of Hela. She is proud of herself, I know it. She enjoys putting me in that state, when all I really wanna do is hit her as hard as I can. "Hey Y/n, I was messing with you, no need to get on your high horse."