Hela Daughter Of Mischief

New Siblings?

...Some time in the future...

It was a sunny day, no clouds drifted in the sky and the wind blew softly into the garden as the flowers danced around.

Many things have happened over time as I've reached the age of 16. My wisdom grew far more as the books in the libraries have shorten due to my thirst for knowledge.

My Uncle say I'm insatiable but I have grown on him since I whooped all the mens arses in the training grounds.

My weapon of chose? Anything. I can wield blades the best but I do have my troubles with war hammers, great swords, and Battle axes.

My tutor, who taught me archery, has passed me as master and her precise words would be "efficient and accurate."

"What else is to there to know?" You might ask. Why there's nothing else to mention but the fact that I accepted who and what I am.

"Hel?"

I look up and saw my grandmother smiling down at me, her warm eyes looking into mine like a mother's to her kin.

I stood up from the rock I was sitting on, dusting off and dirt that was on my pants and looked towards her. Folding my hands in front of me as I bowed my head to her.

"Yes Grandmother?" I asked politely and she only smiled at me with the shake of her head.

"Please, I told you, don't bow or anything. You're my granddaughter." She placed behind my lower back and began leading me down a gravelled path to the palace.

"Hela dear, do you know where your father or uncle are? I've been looking for them in need of something important..."

I frowned a little and looked straight at her, "I thought he said he'll be with you.. As for Thor, I have no clue."

"I see, will you help me with the matter?" She asked softly and came to a stop by the doors where two guards stand poised.

I nodded to her, "anything my queen." I teased further. She chuckled softly and lead me inside.

The indoors forced my eyes to refocus with the brightness. Sending my vision in a dull darkness as I blinked a couple of times.

We walked down a few corridors, my eyes scanning across the many paintings that were captured during many events that were outside of my life time.

She led me to a door to which was a bedroom it hat were located in the royal family wing. I looked towards her as she only smiled.

That smile, it made me have this untrusting feeling run through me as my instincts flared inside my chest.

Then I was blinded, when I tried to flail my hand to try and get a hit on the stranger.

But something familiar about the touch made me calm down a tad bit that is till the person bounded my hands behind me..

I heard a throat getting cleared which I could tell was my grandmother. She only does that when she gets impatient..

Next thing I know was large rough hands grabbing at my shoulders and guiding me to the doors that were in front of me.

"Mother why did you let him do that to her?" Was the first voice I heard after entering the room.

I smiled to myself as I knew who the voice it belonged to.

"I told him son but he insisted."

"Sorry mother, I just wanted to see how she would react."

"Let her go Thor," the smooth voice snapped in agitation. Thor cut the bands that were holding me.

I quickly elbowed him and giggled as I turned to him, lifting the blindfold up.

"Why?" He wheezed out as he rubbed at his abdomen. I grinned towards him.

" 'S what you get," he rolled his eyes at me and smiled pass me.

"Hela sweetie, I have a surprise for you." My father said lovingly.

"Of cour-" I looked over and paused in mid sentence at what I saw.

"Hela?" Father asked, holding a child on his lap with another playing at his feet with a small trinket in their little hands.

"Father who's children are these?"

"Fenrir and Jörmungandr is our sons, your brothers." He smiled and me and the boy in his lap turned into a small wolf pup.

I frowned at him, "But why? How?"

He frowned back at me, "I'd thought you be lonely. So I wanted to expand the family."

I ran a hand over my face, "Yeah but wouldn't you want to find a counterpart?"

"Hela, I already told you that I can't meet a woman and make her my wife at that moment." He said dryly.

"I know, it's just like magic to harvest love!"

Loki glared up at me, setting the pup on the ground and stood up.

Thor cleared his throat behind me, "I'm just gonna leave..." Frigga nodded and followed behind him.

I didn't care, I only glared back at my father as the door clicked shut.

"They're you're brothers, treat them like it or so help me I'll ground you."

"Ha, no way am I going to."

We glared at each other like that, our foreheads almost butting against each other. Only that my fathers eyes were filled with promise.

(I attempted to draw an example for Hela's outfit)