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@frostqueenhelax
"Hela, I don't know why my boyfriend's ex tried to kidnap our baby," Klara huffed as she adjusted the said baby in her baby wrap. "Maybe because she is a psycho ass bitch."
Hela raised an eyebrow, the tension palpable in the room. "A psycho ass bitch, huh? That's quite a statement. Firstly, did she give any reasons or say anything when she attempted this? Secondly," she turned towards the other woman with an air of indifference. "I fail to see how telling me about this helps."
"I mean, yes. It is. But it sounds weird." Loki turned to face her, brow raised at the uncharacteristically soft expression on his sisters face. "I'm a prince, kæra. I'm always civil. Until I'm not." He smirked and leaned over to kiss her cheek. "You can attend the wedding without concern of whether or not your behaviors will be civil or not," Loki continued, walking around her. Glancing back, he clarified, "We're not getting married in Asgard and Father's not coming. He's not invited, I should say."
She watched him walk away for a moment before responding, her voice carrying a hint of intrigue. "No All-Father at the wedding? How scandalous," she mused, her eyes glinting with mischief. "And as for my behavior, dear brother, you know I can be as civil as the occasion demands. Besides, I wouldn't want to steal the spotlight from you and your beloved. It's your day, after all." Hela crossed her arms in front of her, an amused smile on her lips. "Wherever this mysterious wedding is happening, I'll be sure to make an appearance. Can't miss the chance to see you officially tied down, can I?"
"I have several questions. First off... why?"
"Yep." Loki popped the p unnecessarily, giving his sister a sweet smile. "But even I have my limits. So yes, I would appreciate it if you stopped referring to my fiancé like he is some sort of exotic creature. Or calling him 'your human.' Because that sounds like I have him on a leash or in a cage or something." He rolled his eyes at Hela's next comment, turning to give her a look. "Well, I could counteract all the domesticity by committing a few illegal acts or murders, but apparently that's still frowned upon."
She tilted her head, studying Loki with a mixture of affection and intrigue. "Fine, I suppose I can refrain from calling him 'your human,' even if that is what he is." She sighed dramatically, her expression softening. "I have to admit, domesticity suits you, so I suppose I can adapt to this new, more civilized version of you. For now."
"—can you quit talking about the man about to be my husband like he's a pet I'm holding captive?" Loki cut in, looking at his twin. "It's weird, darling."
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Hela arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Darling, if anyone's an expert on weird, it's you. But fine," she said, her tone light but with a feigned exasperated sigh. "I'll stop referring to your fiancé as if he's some sort of exotic creature. Happy now?" She leaned back, crossing her arms. "Although, I must say, watching you play the doting spouse is far more amusing than any of my jests."
"Did I say I was going to do anything to Jotunheim?" He replied calmly, too calmly, lifting his gaze to look at her. Leaning back in his seat, Loki mirrored his sister's position, arms crossed over his chest. "I don't plan to let it fall to Asgard. And trust me, Odin's offspring has no intention of ruling over it," he added, a slight coldness to his tone. "Does it shock you terribly, sister, to know that neither Thor or myself want to start our rule with everyone hating us like our father?"
Hela's lips curled into a faint smile. "Shock me? Hardly, brother. You and Thor always were the sentimental sort, even if you pretend otherwise." She uncrossed her arms and leaned forward slightly. "But you should know your rule will start with Jotunheim hating you. The frost giants have never forgiven Odin, even if they have entered into a truce with Asgard. How do you aim to repair that damage?"
@frostqueenhelax asked: 💬 for an angsty starter
"You can quit looking around all nosey," Loki gave his sister a knowing look. "My human took the demon out." And by demon, he meant their toddler. "I'm just going over some things Thor and I need to figure out for when we take over. Some of that involves Jotunnheim." He shook his head and sat the stack of papers on the coffee table aside. "And obviously I'm not dying to go back there anytime soon."
Hela arched an eyebrow, her expression skeptical. "And what exactly do you plan to do with Jotunheim?" She leaned back, crossing her arms as she studied her brother. "I refuse to allow it to fall to Asgard again. And I especially won't let Odin's offspring rule over it."
"Well, at least you can have a drink to deal with this," Klara hummed and pressed a kiss to the top of her newborn's head. "So, how are you finding this realm?"
"Oh trust me, the drink is very much needed," Hela muttered under her breath, quickly finishing what was in her glass before discarding it on a nearby table. "it's... an adjustment to say the least. I'm not used to being in such a crowded place, though I suppose I can see why my brother has chosen to remain here."
“You can hardly call this a ball. More like Odin's desperate to act like things are the same.”
"Sometimes subtlety speaks volumes in whispers where others shout." Loki tilted his head to look at her, brow raised, before rolling his eyes, halfheartedly. "As much as I hate to say it, it'd be wise not to challenge that power, darling. However predictable it may be." Gladly changing the subject, he sat on the arm of the couch, wine bottle and two glasses presenting themselves after a wave of his hand. Loki snorted and handed her one, before pouring the other for himself. "I was going to tell you. If it makes you feel better, I don't even think Mother knows. Everything hit the fan after." Loki leaned back a little. "We're not getting married in Asgard. Father's not on the guest list. Once you get past the fact he's a human, you'll like him."
Hela accepted the glass with a nod of thanks, her gaze lingering on Loki as he spoke, a flicker of curiosity dancing in her eyes. "Oh," she murmured, taking a sip of the wine before continuing. "This realm really has had an affect on you, hasn't it? But as for your betrothed, I suppose I'll reserve judgment until I meet him. But rest assured, if he brings you happiness, I'll tolerate his presence. After all, it's the least I can do for my dear brother."
"And you've never had a knack for being subtle," he replied, brow raised at her next remark. "Remind Father who has the power in this realm. Right," Loki nodded, as if thinking that over. "Mm. And that title would be bestowed onto you, I presume? Now, sister dearest, let's not get ahead of ourselves. He's a gigantic pain in the ass, yes, but he's unfortunately a very powerful one."
Hela's smirk was traded for a mock pout as she listened to Loki's words, a glimmer of amusement dancing in her eyes. "But dear brother, subtlety is so dreadfully dull, don't you think?" she retorted, her tone light but with a hint of darkness underlying it. She tapped her fingers thoughtfully against the table, considering her next move. "And as for his power," she continued, her voice taking on a colder edge, "Odin may be powerful, but he's predictable. And predictability, Loki, is a vulnerability waiting to be exploited. But fine," Hela let out a puff of air with the last words, pout returning to her features. "If you really think it to be the better idea, I shall play nice. So long as he does. Now I grow tired of speaking of Odin. Tell me about these impending nuptials you've yet to tell me about? As for how I learned, well, I have my ways."
Wanda laughed at that. "Of course you are. I'm a twin, too. That's always the correct answer." She held out her hand at the introduction "Wanda. Nice to meet you, Hela." She gestured vaguely with her hand as she let go of the other woman's. "The others are out on some kind of thing if you were waiting for your brother."
She accepted Wanda's handshake firmly, her gaze assessing the Scarlet Witch briefly before offering a nod of acknowledgment. "A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Wanda." Her hand withdrew gracefully as she glanced around the room, unperturbed by the absence of her brother. "Oh, I'm sure Loki is undoubtedly off amusing himself with some foolish endeavor. He always did have a knack for finding trouble." She paused, her expression unreadable as she surveyed Wanda. "But enough about him. Tell me more of what this place is. I daresay Loki hardly tells me anything, but I'm curious about your entire situation here."
"Well," he started, reaching over for the letter. "I can give you a dozen reasons why I probably shouldn't. Being on my best behavior where he's concerned for Mother's sake at the top of that list. I don't think I'll stop you, though. Thor's goody two shoes ass might try." Once the letter was in hand again, he magicked it away in an emerald flame and scrunched his nose. "I don't want anything to do with him. Honestly, sister, even any kind of warm welcome you have in mind is giving him attention he doesn't deserve."
Hela chuckled darkly at Loki's words, her expression bordering on sinister amusement as the letter went up in emerald flames. "Oh, brother, you always did have a knack for the dramatic," she remarked, leaning back in her seat. "But you're right, perhaps giving him any attention at all is far too generous. However," she leaned in closer, her eyes glinting with mischief, "I do believe a subtle reminder of my presence might be in order. After all, the All-father should never forget who truly holds power in this realm."
"Quit humoring her." Loki gave his sister a look as he walked into the room. He'd interrupted Eisa going on, animatedly, about the iguana in her arms and he could have seen Hela's shit-eating smirk a mile away. "Darling, can we just -- put that thing somewhere, please?" He gently waved his daughter off. "I need to talk to your aunt anyway." Loki made a face and picked her up from where she, and the damn iguana, were sitting on the table and waited until she skipped away to turn back to Hela. "This came after the gala." He handed her the letter from Odin, "Jane didn't want me to see it until she knew I wasn't going to try and murder everyone again, but he's paying an unannounced visit." Loki raised his gaze to meet hers. "I might kill him."
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Her eyes scanned the words printed on the letter, absorbing their implications with a mixture of amusement and calculation. "Oh, how delightful," she remarked, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "How… inconvenient." She folded the letter neatly and tucked it away, her mind already spinning with possibilities as she grinned wickedly at Loki. "Shall we give him a warm welcome, brother?"
Wanda glanced at the intern the other woman was speaking to, offering them a sympathetic smile and shrug as they walked by. "You treat the poor interns just as your brother does," she remarked casually as she approached. "You are Loki's sister, right?" Wanda asked. "You look alike."
Hela's attention turned to the other woman, a smirk on her lip. "Well, I do hope that I'm slightly better looking at least," she teased, arms crossing over her chest. "I always thought I was anyway. I don't believe we've had the pleasure. I'm Hela, though it sounds as though no introduction was needed on my part."
“You’re a pain in my ass, you know that?”
"That's what I was afraid of," he sighed, gaze following after Eisa as well, smiling to himself for a moment when he saw her run straight to his fiancé. But the smile was gone a second later when his thoughts shifted back to their conversation. "I can't remember if Thor had them when we were children. Father wasn't very accepting of magic," he said, turning to look back at Hela. "Didn't really fit into his idea of toxic masculinity, I suppose. But over the last few years, Thor's had them. He had a particularly bad one right before his wedding. Jane and I told him it was nothing to calm him down, but then his reception was crashed by Hydra sympathizers." He nodded in the direction Eisa had gone. "I got hurt at the reception so I thought that's why she'd been having them. But the other night, Edward was working late and I was with the other Avengers. I had to come back to New York because she was hysterical. She wouldn't calm down until she saw both of us were alright." He shrugged, "It might be because I'm her father, but her reaction seemed more than a typical nightmare."
Hela listened intently to Loki's account, her expression a mask of concentration as she absorbed the weight of his words. "Perhaps these visions are not merely reflections of past trauma, but warnings of events yet to unfold." She shifted her gaze towards Loki, her gaze piercing as she considered the gravity of his words. "Your daughter's reaction speaks volumes to that," she continued, her brow furrowing slightly. "Though what eludes me why her visions seem to be so connected to Thor..." Hela trailed off, mind raced with possibilities to explain that tie. "If these visions hold significance beyond mere coincidence, then it may be wise to delve deeper into their meaning."
