The halls of Helheim had long since become familiar territory for Death. She made it a point to visit her dear friend whenever opportunity allowed for it, often times dropping in unannounced. Occasionally during these surprise visits, Death found herself either waiting patiently in some room or roaming the halls with Leo by her side as Hel addressed her duties as queen of the realm and patron goddess of the dead. Today, it seemed, would be such a day.
After being greeted by the sight of Gangloti and told that the queen was busy, Death thanked him before she took to exploring more of her friend’s home, smiling faintly every so often when Leo would trip over his much too large paws whenever he got too excited. Idly, she wondered whether or not he would keep her company for the entire duration of the wait or if he would run to find his much larger playmate.
Down one of the halls further away from the throne room, she spotted a somewhat familiar figure. She would have left him alone in his peace, but she’d been meaning to meet him properly, and this seemed as good an opportunity as ever, so she made her way down towards where he’d tucked himself away, watching in amusement as Leo decided to run and stumble towards the stranger in what could only be describes as an overly excited greeting, complete with little yips and growls and a full bodied waggling of the pup.
“Hello,” she said, a warm smile gracing her features. “Loki, right?”
Of course, she already knew the answer to her own question, but it was only polite.
