Ophelia (Loki x OC)

Chapter Four

WARNING:

there is smut in this chapter. (Yay!) :3

Ophelia blinked and suddenly they weren't in the car anymore. She gasped, and looked around. They were in some barren land, filled with dark rocks and large caves. It was completely flat otherwise. Loki cleared his throat. "Welcome to Hell."

Ophelia whipped around. "We're in hell? What the he-" she paused. "What the fuck?" She looked around. "Isn't it supposed to be red, and on fire and stuff?" Loki shrugged. "No. Only if you believe it to be that. But even then it's just an illusion."

Ophelia walked a few steps and touched the ground. "Where are all the people?"

Loki looked up. "Another illusion, my dear." Ophelia rolled her eyes, annoyed with his riddles. Suddenly there was a glowing light, and Ophelia had to shield her eyes. In its place now there stood a woman. She had long, black hair, and half her body was blue and the other half a pale skin colour. Ophelia took a step back, a bit surprised. The woman looked very sad, but she smiled lightly. "Father."

Her voice echoed unnaturally, and it didn't sound like a male or female's voice. Loki stepped forward. "Ophelia, my daughter, and ruler of this realm; Hel." Ophelia stepped forward and waved awkwardly. "Hi."

Hel nodded. "Greetings, mortal. You are in luck to be here not on the path of death." Ophelia nodded. "Yeah, I...umm...your dad-" she coughed. "Bit, stuffy..in here, eh?" She looked over at Loki, who had his face in his hand. Hel was laughing lightly. "Father, you have brought this mortal to me with reason. And why? For...feelings?" Loki whipped around. "Never. She asked."

Hel nodded. "Of course."

Loki walked up to Hel and they whispered to each other. Ophelia looked around at the wasteland. Loki nodded to his daughter and came back to Ophelia. "Jömungandr is unavailable to see right now."

Ophelia laughed. "You sound like a secretary." Loki gave her a look and she stopped laughing. "He is in a slumber, but we may see Fenrir, and Hel shall give us his location." Hel walked over and closed her eyes. She said something that to Ophelia sounded like grunts and gibberish, but apparently meant something to Loki because he responded. They said a few more things to each other and then Hel conjured a large glowing orb. The orb engulfed them, and suddenly they were flying through a large tube of glowing lights. Ophelia opened her eyes and gasped. "Where are we?" She asked as she touched the wall of the orb. It rippled to her touch, and she retracted her hand. "We are in a trance. We are currently inbetween realms, mid-teleport."

The tube stopped abruptly and the orb disappeared. The two raven haired people stood in a dark forest. "So, your daughter-"

"Mm?"

"She isn't big with goodbyes, or talking, hey? Or..really explaining things..."

Loki shrugged. "If you spoke our speech, you wouldn't think so." He leaned down and touched the ground. "I summon you, Fenrir Lokison." A small trickle of blue light shot across the ground and disappeared. "Where are we, by the way?" Ophelia asked.

"A place called Kanata."

"Nobody calls it that anymore."

"That is its original name, that is what I shall call it."

Ophelia rolled her eyes but held her arms as she shivered. "Certainly lives up to its stereotypes." Warmth suddenly covered her, and she realized that Loki had given her his jacket. She wrapped it around her body. "Thank you...won't you be cold?" Loki shook his head. "I do not feel the cold. I am a frost giant." Ophelia knit her eyebrows together. "A what now?"