Sacrifice - Hela Odinson

#17 - Ball Night

I held on to my neatly styled hair with both hands to prevent it from tangling as we were tossed around in the void of the Bifrost. With each fibre of my being I hoped my dress wouldn't rip and I wouldn't lose a shoe or an earring, and somehow I didn't. Pat and I both made it through without any disaster, and we also stayed fancy in the process. Though, nothing is perfect: we landed on our butts. Very majestic entrance.

We saw the lights of the giant machine fade as Heimdall pulled his sword out. He helped us to our feet like a gentleman, and I noticed that he was wearing formal attire too. Of course, Freyja did mention that everyone was invited to her party.

Outside, on the rainbow bridge, was a black carriage waiting for us, pulled by two horse-like skeleton creatures. It also came with two very familiar undead servants. I didn't know if I could take this as a sign that Hela is not mad at me anymore. I tried to stay optimistic but not delusional, but the line between the two was dangerously thin at the moment.

As we got in, Pat glanced around, then her eyes landed on Heimdall.

"You're not gonna go by foot, are you?" she raised her eyebrows.

"I was planning to do that, yes." he nodded.

"Don't be silly, hop in!" Pat kicked an undead servant out to make space for the all-seeing guard.

"Are you sure about that?"

"One hundred percent. Now, come on!" I encouraged.

"Alright, then. Thank you, ladies." Heimdall squeezed his giant self through the relatively small door, and took the last empty seat. "What about him?" the keeper of the Bifrost pointed at the undead servant whose place he just took.

"We have more at home. Let's go!" I commanded. The other servant lashed their whip, making the horses jump and shoot out like bullets towards the city.

Deep silence settled on us. Pat and I were staring out the window, she tapped her feet in excitement, while I tapped mine nervously, trying to guess what might have been going on inside Hela's head.

Maybe she loves me too but isn't ready to say it?

No, that's stupid and delusional as fuck. She had gods-know-how-many wives (or should I say toys?) before me, what would make me special? Yes, yes, Freyja said that I was her favourite, but what would make me special in Hela's eyes?

...

Exactly.

I sighed softly and rolled my eyes to keep my tears in. I need to look good, I can't cry my makeup away. This is my last chance to make everything okay again.

"I hope you had a nice day on Midgard." Heimdall broke the silence, in an awkward attempt to make conversation.

"We did." I said. It came out even more indifferent than intended.

"I felt a little homesick, not gonna lie." Pat admitted. "But it was a fun day regardless."

My gaze immediately darted towards her. She felt homesick? Gods, I didn't even notice. How can I be so selfish and caught up in my own thoughts? I'm a really bad friend.

I reached over and squeezed her hand comfortingly, trying to make it up to her.

"Sometimes I miss our friends too." I whispered to her in Hungarian so that Heimdall wouldn't understand.

"Do you miss your family? Because I don't and it makes me feel very guilty." she whispered back in the same language.

I didn't realise... I haven't even thought of them. Not even once.