Sacrifice - Hela Odinson

#4 - Big Plans

I told her everything.

The first question Pat asked was: "Aren't you worried about the age gap?"

And I instinctively replied with "No".

Then there was a short silence.

"I'm more worried about the fact that she's a homicidal maniac." I added. "No, wait, actually, that's hot."

"Geez..." Pat laughed. "What are you worried about then? That she's the Goddess of Death?"

"I'm worried about the price of it all. I'll have to leave my home, I won't be able to finish high school-..."

"Girl, you get to skip the matura! I'd definitely be happy if I were you." my friend interrupted.

I took a deep breath and said the hardest part.

"...she also wants to take you."

"WHAT?"

"She thinks you're really my daughter, and she would be your stepmom or something. I'm sorry, I couldn't explain-..."

"DUDE, THAT'S FREAKING AWESOME! I get to skip the matura, I'll live in a palace in Asgard, man, maybe we'll even have servants! You're a goddess's sugar baby! We're set for life."

Pat sounded a bit too enthusiastic for someone who is about to be technically kidnapped (?) and taken to another world by the Goddess of Death and her new fiancée.

"We'll have to keep the daughter act going, we'll have to lie-..." I began to list my current biggest worries, but she interrupted me again, and brushed them off like they were nothing.

"Hell, I'd pretend to be Dwayne 'The Rock' Johnson if I got to live in a fancy palace, be treated like a god, never go to school again, and never have to work! Hela is in the royal family of GODS, Mel!"

I couldn't help but laugh. Her enthusiasm was too contagious.

"So, you're not mad at me, then... Good to know." I chuckled with honest relief. "Won't you miss the others? Because I certainly will."

"We'll be like... god queens there. We can invite some friends over if we want to. Oh, maybe we can even give them very expensive gifts..."

"Or magic! We can convince gods to bless them! They'll all be rich, famous, lucky and successful!" I added with the same amount of enthusiasm as her.

"I know my mythology, and gods spoil their favourites for sure. So be a good sugar baby, and we'll live our best life." Pat said. Based on her tone of voice I could tell she was smirking.

"Best plan ever." I chuckled.

"We should go to sleep though. Tomorrow is Wednesday and you know what that means..."

School starts earlier on Wednesdays. At 7 am, to be exact. That's literal torture.

"Yeah, you're right." I responded with a big sigh. Now that I remembered it, I became so worried about getting up early that I even forgot to stress about the engagement. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight." Pat ended the phone call.

Getting up in the morning after these two little night talks felt just as horrible as I expected. Part of me hoped Hela would show up and take me to Asgard before I have to drag my ass to school and pay attention in class at 7 fucking am. But the goddess was nowhere to be seen, and by the time I was sitting at my desk and the bell rang, I lost all hope she would rescue me.

Maybe she is watching me suffer and she even enjoys it.

For a moment I considered flipping off the sky (where I thought the gods lived) but then I realised I could get in trouble twice, once in school, once with Hela, and neither was worth it.