Hela Daughter Of Mischief

Hela is her name

Loki was in chains that wrapped around his wrists, neck, and his ankles. Odin sits on his throne in the big golden room which holds a little crib in the corner of the room sitting near where Loki was.

"You have disappointed me today for what you have done in Midgard. For your punishment it would most likely be death or spend the rest of your life rotting away in a cell, but since your mother did not approve of that choice, you are to take care of this child for that you have killed her parents," Odin said.

Loki looked at him in disbelief. He would much rather consider death than deal with a child that is not even his. He looked over to see the child sleeping soundly, so calm and peaceful.

"This shall be interesting," Loki said with a hint of uninterest written over his face and in his voice. The gaurds have got rid of the chains so Loki could leave with the child to his chambers.

Loki looked down upon the child still sleeping in the crib that was now in his chambers. The child woke up and found that she was somewhere else and begun to cry. Loki walked over, not happy of his punishment, when she saw him she slowly stopped crying and looked up at him.

The child had white hair with silver eyes. When Loki picked her up her hair started to darken to more of a Raven color. Her eyes turned to a light shade of green almost like Loki's.

Loki looked at her with most curious eyes, wondering what just happen. He realized that might have abilities unknown that her parents didn't know of.

"What am I going to call you," he began to think of names that would fit the nameless girl but all he thinks about was of the one name. "Hela, I will call you Hela Lokison."

She began to giggle and pull closer to Loki not caring of who he is and what he was capable of.