Sacrifice - Hela Odinson

#15 - Too Far

I knew I couldn't hide forever, I just decided to ignore the thought. However, time was running, and soon it was up. The day I had feared has come.

We had to leave the palace.

Hela broke the bad news during breakfast, just to make sure we don't have a nice morning before it happens.

"I ordered the servants to prepare the bigger carriage. We are going out."

Clang!

Pat dropped her cup, spilling the milk she was drinking. An undead waiter immediately dropped on their knees to clean the mess up.

"Going out?" I frowned. "You mean, just sitting in the carriage and observing people from a distance, right?"

Hela cackled. Before she could have responded, Freyja practically kicked the doors in.

"I'm hosting a party, bitches!"

"Here is your response, love." My fiancée smirked. Have I mentioned she smirks all the time?

"We're going to your place?" Pat sighed in relief. "That can't be so bad, right?"

"I'm inviting EVERYONE!" Freyja threw herself on one of the chairs, almost knocking the table over, which is a big deal, considering that it is the size of a smaller ball room and weighs at least as much as an elephant.

"I beg you to tell me you aren't drunk yet." Hela buried her face in her hands in never before seen exasperation.

"Then beg." Freyja laughed.

When I saw Hela's hand move like she was about to summon a weapon, I grabbed her wrist.

"Please, don't murder your best friend."

"Fine." She scoffed. "But she would deserve it."

"Yeah, I do. I did invite him." Freyja nodded in confirmation.

"Who's 'him'?" Pat leaned closer, hungry for gossip -- and for the baked goods which were too far for her to reach. As a good friend, I pulled them even farther.

"The Fucker." Hela spat the word.

"Loki?" I guessed.

"No, he's The Bitch."

"Thor?"

"Thor is Dumbass."

"Or Pikachu." Pat added.

"Or Pikachu." Hela agreed in a somewhat exasperated, condescending tone, like a tired mother to a silly five-year-old. She definitely didn't get the reference but she still decided to leave it be.

"Then who's The Fucker?" I asked.

"Tyr." Freyja responded instead of my fiancée.

"Tyr? I thought that was Thor's other name." I frowned.

"He probably stole it. Stealing a name from Dumbass is something he would do." Hela rolled her eyes.

"So, we hate that dude?" Pat somehow snatched the plate with the baked goods.

"Take a wild guess." Freyja replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"What'd he do?" I snatched the plate back.

"He tried to kill Fenrir, Hela's pet wolf." Freyja explained.

Pat's mouth formed such a perfect "O" that any math teacher would have made their students calculate its area. Also, she was so busy being shocked that she forgot to fight me for the food.

"Woah, why?" I raised my eyebrows, just as taken aback as her.

"Because he is in the prophecy of Ragnarok. The real Ragnarok, which really is the end of our realm. No rebuilding this time." Hela explained.