Sacrifice - Hela Odinson

#14 - Snackrifice

We skipped dinner (we had too many snacks while watching Carol), so we didn't get the opportunity to try the Drunk on Capri Sun Operation (this is what I call our genius plan to stop the pregnancy rumors). Tomorrow will be the day, then.

When the movie was over, Thor left my room in tears, so us, girls could get ready for bed in peace. Pat went to sleep early, so it was just Hela and me in our nightgowns/pajamas.

She grabbed a bag of that ketchup flavoured chips and tossed it to me.

"Burn some." she commanded.

We fetched a (seemingly) fireproof bowl and the matches Pat bought alongside the chips and the ridiculous amount of Capri Sun. I opened the plastic bag, and put a few pieces of chips in the fancy bowl, then placed it on the nightstand.

The common Midgardian snack in that metallic, Asgardian plate with the decorated rims made a ridiculous contrast. Those little ketchup flavoured potato bears stuck out like a sore thumb, just like I did in this strange world. A moment of weakness came over me and I felt like I wouldn't have the heart to burn those innocent chips bears, but a glance at Hela was enough to change my mind.

I lit a match and just tossed it on the tiny pile. The snack-sacrifice (or should I say snackrifice?) caught fire easily, and the scent of ketchup filled the room.

Everything came full circle, even though our story had barely begun.

My life had changed completely, but the burning little bears smelled and looked the same, creating a bridge between the old and the new me, making me remember that I'm still the same person and I'm still doing it for Hela.

That Hela, who was an untouchable mythical figure when I proposed, and this time, not even a month later, she was as real as she could get, sitting on the bed, enjoying the sacrifice I was burning for her... and she was my fiancée.

"Now that's what I'm talking about." she smirked at me. "You know how to worship your goddess, don't you?" she pulled me close and kissed my cheek.

My heart gave a flutter and I placed my head on her shoulder shily.

"What's that, my priestess? Cat got your tongue?" Hela chuckled and she trailed her finger along my jawline. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as her sharp nail grazed my skin.

"It's just... weird." I admitted. "Weird that the last time I did that-..." I gestured towards the smoking pile of chips ashes. "-... I wasn't even sure I would get a response. And now I'm here... you're here."

She laughed heartily. Seems like the snackrifice put her in a great mood.

"I'm not going anywhere. And you aren't either." Hela's hand travelled down to the small of my back and rested there, while her index finger lazily drew circles next to my spine.

I was starstruck, lovesick, and terrified. An arousing combination. The danger in her aura kept my fight-or-flight response tingling just enough to stimulate that adrenaline rush, but not enough to actually make me run away from her. The feeling was addictive, and I craved the adventure it promised. It was an extreme sport and I wanted to be a professional; I wanted to feel alive next to the Goddess of Death.

My mouth moved before my neurons could.

"I love you." I whispered.

I could feel her back straighten, her relaxed posture turning into an alert one, as if she were about to fight. Just when she let her guard down, I ruined it.

Or at least that's what I first thought. Her next words proved quite the opposite.

"Let me show you the Valkyrie Destroyer Technique."