Giggles were heard as me and father walked down the many halls of the Asgardian Palace. He seem to be more happy since I'm okay. But I shrugged it off and held his hand in my tiny one.
"Now Hela... Don't ever run off like you did, please."
I nodded and smiled up at him.
He then had this smirk and lifted me up as I squealed in joy. "Father!!"
"That's me.." he chuckled and carried me the rest of the way.
We then started passing by this mirror and I saw something different. Father must of noticed and tried to hurry.
"Father?"
"Yes?"
"Go back to the mirror please."
"But darling-"
"please?"
He sighed and walked back, his grip tightening around me.
When we look into the mirror, I saw father as a Frostgiant and me as something else.
"Father..."
He noticed and held me tightly, I had charcoaled skin on one side as the other was normal. Whimpering I hide my face, "What is wrong with me?"
"Since I adopted you.... You were a special youngling.. You change yourself whenever touched... I wanted to never tell you so you wouldn't feel any different."
I let out small cries as I tugged on his leather armor.
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Hela Daughter Of Mischief
FanficA story about how Loki adopted his daughter, Hela. She was found in the chaos of the New York incident. So it was Loki's punishment to raise her. But over time Loki forgets that it's his punishment and actually thinks she is his daughter.
