#c. hel

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This is my idea *godlygeniusesofsoldiersarchers*

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The raven haired woman glared at the man in front of her, She’d been trying to learn his language after her parents told her of the betrothal now here she is trying to interact with him and being unable to. She picked up her book and stormed off refusing to dine with him or his friends after the whole thing, she couldn’t believe her uncle was even friends with the man. She snarled under her breath, ‘Du är inget annat än en rycka. Jag kan inte tro min familj vill att jag ska gifta mig med dig….’ She went outside in the beautiful dark green felt gown to sit under a tree in the sun.

 She had to admit the warmth was nicer than where she was from where at the current moment it was cold and the wind bitter like the man inside.

(Translation: You are nothing but a jerk. I can't believe my family wants me to marry you.)

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That mans playing Galaga

Hel was sitting at her desk when she heard someone shouting, ‘ I am not playing Galaga!’ Hel got up and went to go find out who or really what was going on, she’d been working so hard and now they were disrupting her. She looked at the two arguing before the younger of the two walked away. She looked at the handsome man, ‘Can I help you? your bickering is annoying.’

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Ain't no rest for the wicked

The Raven haired woman had decided to take a break cause she was bored for the most part. She decided to see what LA was like because all the humans that came there usually came from there and told her about the sunny city of sin. She closed her eyes and hummed feeling the sun on her face. She wore nothing more than a tank top and Jeans. She didn’t care what anyone thought of her, She was from Helheim which was eternally cold.

She opened her eyes hearing someone come up from behind her, where she’d decided to take a seat. The sand was morphed in her hands covering them as she’d lain back to enjoy it’s warmth, Her shoes kicked off neck to her, as her feet lay in the sand as well. Her bag next to her carrying anything she’d need for the day including a dagger should someone try to attack. She looked to see and saw a man in all black, walking on the boardwalk behind her. His black hair slicked back and eyes seemed to be looking around. 

She shook her head and moved her arms back behind her as she turned over to enjoy the warmth on her back lifting the shirt just enough so that it tucked right under her breast exposing as much of her to the sun as possible.

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Run boy Run

The goddess was running, She had to the corridors of her realm where now nothing more then a maze to avoid capture. She could hear the footsteps, no she couldn’t call them that, they killed her hounds. They were not footsteps but the sound of pursuit so she ran. Her robes torn, blood was freely running from her body from trying to fight off the hoards of beings trying to leave her home to enter midguard, only this time instead of quelling the rebellion they over powered her. skeletal fingers ripped doors down in her path as she ran through now burning hallways. Her loyalists standing behind her to fight the demons and damned souls only the fall. She was grabbed by one and ripped into, loosing more blood. She used magic to teleport away and get to the Bifrost. She looked at it and slammed her blade into it. 

She stood on the bridge tearing up as she knew, no longer would she be able to go to Asgard with the ease she knew, she’d have to expend much strength to get there but it was worth it because now they’d be safe. She screamed out loud with one last cry of strength breaking the bridge between her world and the other realms and fell. She laid on the ground as the demons reached her, the bridge broken. They tore into her, too weak to fight she finally succumbed to the fact, She lost. After what seemed like hours or maybe it was really days, she laid untouched and was now starting to heal. She’d used a lot of magic but while they had been ripping into her, she’d held the illusion of the portal being broken when in fact it was there and it was perfectly fine. 

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*smooch* Have a nice Christmas :3

Hel chuckled and patted the anon on the head, ‘ Aww aren’t you sweet.’

Mun: Aww thank you nonnie! You have a great christmas too!

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Space invaders is better / Closed/ Roy Palmer

Hel was sitting in the main room on her tablet, she was technically not suppose to be there but with her laptop acting all up she was told that there was a guy at shield that was good with them. She was bad with Midguardian things, Laptops were her greatest enemy, Mobile phones not so much. She looked up seeing someone walk in as she sipped her coffee, ‘ Hello are yae Mister Palmer?’

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Welcome home

Helen walked into the small town of Storybrooke, Maine. She looked around and sighed softly her eyes closing as she smelt the air. It felt so familiar and so much like home. It had been her home at one point but now the darkness was back and She had to return after being gone out of Storybrooke, for years. She walked around heading to the docks which was near where her new apartment was. She always love the open ocean and everything until the Dark one took her brother. 

She frowned to herself slightly as she walked and then saw a raven haired man who seemed to be wearing eyeliner and had beautiful blue eyes. The black clothing looking good to her and then pulled her green cloak around her smaller frame looking around almost walking into the man.

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(Open) Storms are a reminder of Home

Hel was sitting on her window sill with a mug of tea over her lap was a warm blanket as she closed her eyes and watched the rain poor outside her window as she sipped the tea hearing the thunder brought tears to her eyes as she remembered home in Asgard and moved her body to hide under the arm blanket as she closed her eyes and sighed.