✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙱𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝙸 | 𝙻𝚘𝚔𝚒 | 𝙼𝚊𝚛𝚟𝚎𝚕

"Now where did that little wolf go?" Her tongue clicked, back and forth. The wind shoved the leaves aside, but no one was heard in Asgard's forest. Not a single mouse, nor wolf. Hela waits atop a branch of an old oak tree. "Little wolf? Oh little wolf!" She called, she saw a shadow begin to urge towards her. But she pretended to not see it. Until it popped from the grass and ripped the branch down, the goddess with it. Hela gasped, "Oh- you hound!" The wolf snickered, grabbing the branch in its jaws.

Though it seemed much too heavy for the small runt, leaning her side to side. Hela wipes the hair from her face, "that one? Are you sure?" Y/n nods her furry head, almost dropping the stick again. Hela sat on a rock, hand open. The wolf dragged the stick through the grass to the princess. Hela stifled a laugh, before taking it from her friend's mouth. The wolf was much younger than her, she was so new to being a God. No, it wasn't Hela's job to teach her, but something she had picked up. The wolf was endearing, so different from anyone she had ever met before.

And even Hela could admit, she was rather adorable with that set of ears and shaggy tail. She apparently had a thing for hounds. In a mist of sand the wolf was now a little girl, with even messier hair. "Hold on a moment.." Hela moved some of the fluff of the girl's hair out of her face. "Oh my- your hair is just so- soft! It's like sheep's cloth!" Hela caressed it through her long pale fingers. Y/n lightly blushed, a fangy tooth sticking out. "I suppose we'll have to shear you in the spring.." Y/n shook her head, "No- No!" She cackled, easing the wolf's worries. "The wood." She hands it over, "It's a nice pick. Now you're a painter- but I thought we could put some use to those sharp claws." Y/n even in her wolf form would always be sketching, in the dirt, on walls, strange worlds, and patterns.

Hela had brought her a few ink-filled jars one day. Y/n was so excited, Hela had felt just as mighty as her father that day. Mighty, a ruler serving her people. The next sunrise she had come to check in on the little painter. She gaped at the scene Y/n had painted. It was the gardens of Asgard. The ones the two had met in. Hela had then demanded she must paint the Royal Archive. And that no one else could capture her and her father just right. Y/n loved Hela, she was the first person who wasn't scared of her. Even when she was a bit furrier. The love didn't halt throughout the years, but their destinies reared closer. Hela was a young woman by the time she found Y/n, who was a young girl. Her aging had slowed, she was Immortal now, and Hela couldn't be any more relieved. Because she could go conquer the world and back, and Y/n would be here waiting with a wagging tail.

Then one day, it ended. Egypt wanted their new wolf god home. Anubis was waiting, and Hell knew he wouldn't keep his patience long. Hela could maybe kill Anubis or Hepapet, but not all 9 champions of Egypt who wanted their wolf girl home. So they had made a pact, one neither would forget. Hela visited her wolf, constantly. She had never been so attached to a being that wasn't her sword. Hela and her father had started to get into arguments, a lot. After every fight she'd come to find her favorite wolf, while most would expect them to spar- they sat there and talked in the quiet oak of the forest. Something was brewing in Asgard's throne. Even Y/n had noticed something was coming. But Y/n had her own life, though she spent most of it at Hela's side when she was needed- she had a young love. She became lost at the end, not there where Hela needed her most.

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Hela was gone. Nowhere to be found. Y/n had finally found her way back home, what she thought was home. But Hela was nowhere to be found. She bit her lip, her fangs dug into her chapped lips. It hadn't even smelled like her anymore. She was gone for centuries, Hela had to have ruled Asgard by now, right? The wolf wandered into the town, she wore no disguise. In the past Hela and her would walk through the city streets, everyone much too scared to even glance their way. Y/n's tail swung behind her legs, her ears absorbing every sound. Her dark eyes studying the land. She wasn't dead. Y/n was a god of the dead, she had searched Tartarus that day.