Hela Daughter Of Mischief

Whyyy?

Ever since my father made his decision of adopting two boys, who both had animal transformation, I can never live my life and peace again.

Everyday I wake up to go into the small dining room, that were in our cabin to isolate us from the banquet hall, and get tripped over by a huge snake or run into a fight between my 'brothers.'

Its such a pain to return back to my room and find everything on the floor. My blades, my books, my papers, and even my furnished chairs that get toppled over.

I don't even bother complaining it to my father because he'll end scowling me..

It gotten to the point where I almost knocked Fenrir's teeth in when he chewed on my pillows. I certainly got punished when I attempted it.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Can't you just get along with them?"

"Why don't you bond with them?"

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"Hela what's wrong?"

Father knocks softly before coming into my room. I've spent my entire morning putting my belongings into any box I could find to put them away neatly before locking them.

I installed shelves upon shelves into the walls that are higher than my reaching point. Books stacked on them with a few other trinkets I've gotten over the years.

In my peripheral vision, I saw how he crept in slowly with wariness that his own daughter might pounce.

"I'm studying.." I mumbled quietly, hunched over my desk and kept my eyes on the writing while my right hand wrote notes on a paper.

"We both know something is wrong," he says caringly and not going to be thrown off his course for answers. Father pulls a spare chair over and leans over by my side. Looking at my face while my eyes dart over the paper. "Tell me..."

Biting on my bottom, I knew for sure that I can't crawl my way out of this. My writing stopped and I set the pencil down, looking at him with sadden eyes.

He right away had all his attention on me. If he didn't have it earlier, he certainly does now.

"It feels like we don't get on like we use to and its like you've moved on to spend more time with the boys rather than me.." I whisper quietly, my heart panting in my chest.

His jaw clenched, hands fisting a little in their folds. "What made you think that?"

Looking off to the side, I didn't want to look him in the eye. The same eyes that watched over me in my entire lifetime. I hated how these feelings have sprung up. I couldn't even tell if they came from jealousy or neglection.

Taking a deep breath, I formulate my next words wisely and carefully.

"Its just that, You're always disappointed in me. You barely speak to me and during those times you tell me how I should get along with the boys."

The feeling of my fathers eyes on me have changed, they use to hold so much warmth and love that they now feel like anger burning holes in me.

There was a loud crash and Loki was holding me in my arms, taking deep breaths near my ear.

"Have you forgotten my words?" He hissed quietly, I was suddenly scared. "Have you forgotten when I told that 'I love you more than you can imagine'?"

Soon there was wetness, covering my cheek and dampening my hair. It took me awhile to figure out he was actually crying.

"How can you say that? How can you go on and say that I love those boys more than you?" The words sound like they came through clenched teeth.

My hands moved up and gripped at the leather clothing that clung to him, holding him closer as I felt a splash of my own tears from the pass week of stress.

"I'm sorry.." He whispers.