GODDESS OF DEATH.

Hela. the better ruler. the better everything.

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Are you aware of what your father did to Daisy?

“No? What did he do? Nothing bad, I hope.”

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Are you aware that someone broke your father's heart?

“No, I was not aware of that until now. Are you sure? If this is true, then he was foolish to give his heart away in the first place. Love is a weakness, and he should know that by now.” 

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Hela had never been without power. Ever since she was born, she was destined for greatness. She was the daughter of Loki and Angrboda, and power flowed through her veins like blood. If she wanted something, she took it. She could kill people with a single touch. She was an executioner, and the ruler of Hel. But now, as she limped out of an alleyway, she was nothing. 

She had discovered the loss of her powers while trying to take the life of one of her assigned hits. When she touched him, he did not fall to the ground. He just remained standing, staring at her like she was a mad woman. When she’d told him that he was supposed to be dead, he’d realized that she wasn’t just a mad woman. He’d realized she was there for a sinister reason. 

And now she was in pain, and there was nothing she could do about it. She could give as good as she got, but she wasn’t used to fighting without her powers, so the man had got the better of her. As she pushed open the door of a nearby coffee shop, she looked around before flopping down into a chair.  She had no idea what was going on, and she was scared. Not that she’d ever admit it. She noticed someone staring at her, and gestured to her split lip and painful eye. “Does this place have ice?” she asked. “I have had a tough afternoon.” 

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isabellaflynns:

“I don’t necessarily find murder interesting,” Isabella replied. “But when someone kills with a touch, then yes, I would say that’s interesting.” Once upon a time, Isabella had been unable to hold a gun straight without shaking, but she had long since become desensitised to death and violence. She would have been more upset seeing a damaged book on the floor than she was by the corpses of the guards. She wondered, vaguely, if Hela would remove the bodies when she left. There would definitely be repercussions if there were two bodies outside her cell.

She was surprised, and flattered, when Hela said that she was the only person besides her father who knew. She wondered why the other woman had chosen to reveal her ability. It was possible that she was just apathetic enough to reveal it to anyone, but Isabella doubted that. If that were the case, then surely more people would know? “Well, you can rest assured that I won’t tell anyone,” she said, simply. The thought of telling anyone what she had just witnessed hadn’t crossed her mind, but she felt it was necessary to tell Hela that was the case, so she was aware. She didn’t want to make such a powerful enemy.

As Hela spoke, Isabella went absolutely still and stared at her. The Goddess of Death. Oh, how fascinating. She wasn’t even shocked. In fact, as she looked at Hela, she decided that it made sense. This woman had the aura of a deity. More than anything, Isabella was curious what that entailed. Clearly, she would kill people with a single touch. What else could she do? Was she immortal? Invulnerable? She wanted to ask, but she knew that there would be time for that. For now, she decided to just reply.

“Yes, I have heard of Asgard,” she said. “In Norse mythology, it’s the home of the gods.” She smiled a little, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “Can I ask what your uncle took from you?” she said. “It must have been something very important, to make you come here and pose as a human. Of course, if you don’t want to tell me, I completely understand. I don’t mean to pry.” The fact that Hela was calmly sitting opposite her in Arkham, discussing this, was one of the most bizarre things that had ever happened to her, but Isabella kept her expression blank and unreadable.

“Ah, so it is the way I kill that you find interesting.” Hela smiled as she looked down at her hand, flexing her fingers. She supposed that it would be quite intriguing to see someone kill another person with a simple touch, if you were human, and not used to seeing powerful gods and goddesses walking among mortals. If she thought her death touch was interesting, then the other things that Hela could do would probably blow her mind. 

Isabella said that she wouldn’t tell anybody about what she had seen, and Hela laughed. “I never had any doubts that you would. People have to see my power to believe it, and the people that work here...peasants. They would never believe you, even if you told them, because they are imbeciles.” She regarded the dead bodies on the floor for a moment, shaking her head. “These poor fools probably believed that I was nothing more than a myth. Tragic, really.”

She was pleased to hear that the woman knew about Asgard, nodding when she said it was home to the gods. When asked about what Thor took from her, Hela pursed her lips. “He took the throne when his father died. I wanted it. It is a little...complicated.” Truthfully, it stung to talk about her failure. She should have been able to take the throne with ease, but nobody on Asgard wanted her as a ruler. It was a knock to the ego that she was sure she’d never recover from. 

“I am very powerful. But there is only so much my power can do. I came here to save myself from banishment again. I would rather live with mortals than be banished from my home again.” She frowned as she spoke, but tried not to let too much emotion seep into her voice. “Anyway, I came here to see you. I had never heard of an insane asylum until I discovered you were here. I imagine life here is a little dull from what I have seen already.”

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thecanaryxlance:

“Oh, it is, running from people trying to kill me gets exhausting at times” the blonde shrugged, she knew leaving the League wouldn’t be easy though and she’d still chosen to leave. “I mean you wouldn’t believe how many safe houses I’ve gone through just in this city.”

Hela listened to the woman’s words, folding her arms across her chest as she thought about what she said. It sounded like she lived quite a mentally and physically tiring life, and she wondered why. “Is there any way to stop these people from wanting to kill you?” she asked. “Why do people want you dead? Have you done something spectacularly awful to warrant it?”

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If that makes me a bitch, okay. [insp.]

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What would drive you to killing a man?

“Not much. If a man looked at me strangely, I would consider murdering him. Loud breathing is also extremely irritating. I hate men who belittle women. Catcalling is a definite valid reason for murder. A lot of things could drive me to killing a man. It’s not hard to get on my bad side.”

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You're the kind of lesbian I want to be

“Oh, I must say, this is quite touching. Just destroy any man that tries to crush your spirit, and you will be well on your way to being like me.”

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daisy-quaking-johnson:

Daisy hadn’t seen Hela in awhile, which she supposed probably was normal behavior for a goddess like her. Daisy had found out more about her since they had went their own ways though. Surprisingly, finding out that she was the goddess of the dead didn’t bother Daisy that much. If anything, it seemed almost fitting that Daisy had literally flirted with the Norse personification of death. However, finding that she was related to Loki hadn’t been as thrilling, but it did make sense why the woman wasn’t fond of her father. The fact that Loki had developed feelings for her and that they were reciprocated did make things a little weird for Daisy, so she felt the slightest bit embarrassed when she did see Hela again.

She still smiled at the woman when she saw her. Obviously, the first thing she thought when she saw her wasn’t, hey, sorry I kissed your dad. No, that was her third thought. Her first thought was wow, she looks pretty, and her second thought was Daisy stop. What she actually said was, “Hey, Hela.” She waved at the woman with her left hand. “Better than ever.” She answered honestly with a nod. “And you look flawless as usual.” Daisy stop, and there was that pesky second thought again. Old habits died hard it seemed.

Daisy said she felt better than ever, and it was easy for Hela to believe that, because there were no longer parts of her soul available for taking. It was strange, and she wanted to ask what had happened. She knew that she couldn’t, though, because that would mean revealing who she was. It was also something extremely personal, and it was none of her business. Now that she was on Midgard, she had to live the life of an ordinary mortal –– she had to ignore what her powers were telling her.

Hela laughed softly when Daisy complimented her. “Thank you, Daisy. You look very beautiful yourself.” It felt strange to be flirting with her so easily, especially when she told her father that she wasn’t going to flirt with anyone on Midgard. It was harmless, though. They were both single, and there was nothing else for Hela to occupy herself with. “So, what kind of fun have you been having since we last saw each other?”

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isabellaflynns:

The door to her room opened, and Isabella looked up from her book, her glasses perched on the end of her nose. She pushed them up with her index finger as Hela walked in, with a guard by her side. Hela? What on earth was she doing here? Isabella had been visited by a surprising number of people during her incarceration, but this was the most shocking guest yet. They had only met once, and she had found the other woman pleasant, but a little odd. How had she heard about where Isabella was? Why did she care?

She was just about to ask, when the other woman took off her glove and touched the guard’s cheek. He fell to the floor immediately. She had seen enough corpses in her life to know that the man was dead. Hela had killed him with a touch. Isabella blinked, and kept her composure. Whatever this woman was, it wouldn’t do to act shocked. She kept her expression bland and empty, and sat up a little straighter in her chair, immediately donning the Query persona of polite interest. Either Hela was trying to impress her with this display of power, or she simply did not care about relieving it. Given her previous oddness, Isabella assumed the latter, but whatever her motivation, she had to remain calm. She had a reputation to maintain.

“Oh my,” she murmured softly. Suddenly this had become far more intriguing. Hela turned to the guard outside her cell, and walked over to him. Isabella tilted her head to the side, knowing what was going to happen before it did. Hela reached out her hand and held his, and he collapsed upon contact. Isabella caught her use of the word Midgard. Wasn’t that the Nordic mythological word for earth? How fascinating.

“Hello,” she replied as the other woman finally took a seat. She closed her book. “Things were very dull. But they have just become much more interesting.” She smiled coldly. “I had no idea you were able to do that.” She glanced at the two corpses for a moment, and then back to Hela. “I was under the impression you were a civilian. I mean no offence, of course. It was an unfair assumption on my part. Clearly, that’s not the case.” She wanted to ask what Hela was, but there was no polite way to phrase that, so she simply readjusted herself in her seat a little, and clasped her hands together on her lap, waiting.

Hela laughed softly. “You find murder interesting?” It was a small surprise to her, but a surprise that she enjoyed. Most people were against needless killing, but Isabella seemed to have no problem with it. Perhaps she was scared, and acting like it was nothing to her was her way of hiding it. Hela doubted that, though. Some of the sweetest people had the darkest souls, and blackened hearts. The prim and proper attitude could have been nothing more than a clever facade.

When Isabella’s eyes landed on the corpses, Hela’s followed them. She shrugged with a smirk, then turned her attention back to the other woman. “Not many people here know what I can do. In fact, I think only you and my father know.” It probably wasn’t a smart choice to reveal her power to someone she barely knew, but she was tired of hiding who she was. Living as a mortal was boring, and humiliating. She was a Goddess, and held so much power inside of her. She was aching with the need to release it, and show people what she could do. 

“Oh, I am far from a civilian, darling,” she said with a wide grin. “I am the Goddess of Death, and ruler of Hel.” Folding her arms across her chest, she chuckled bitterly. “I am posing as a Midgardian because my sweet uncle took something from me, and I need to bide my time. I hail from Asgard, have you heard of it?” Hela assumed that she must have, seeing as most people had heard of Norse mythology. 

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mischief-maker-loki:

Loki was a bit surprised by her lack of sarcasm yet he didn’t let it show. He didn’t wish for this lunch to end as their last one had. He chooses that being civil would be the only way he could attempt at building his relationship with his daughter back. 

“ That’s good” He watched her looking over the drinks menu deciding that maybe he should order one as well. While it couldn’t get him drunk it did seem to work at keeping himself calm. He looked up at her “ Work is fine, It rather interesting seeing how many of the Midgardian’s are interested in our history.” He smiled softly watching his daughter just commanded attention “ I have no wish to be in a place where I am so unwanted. Plus Thor did a lot to allow me safe haven here. You seem as well Hela, after all, I’m sure you could go home anytime you wished. With the constipulation, you didn’t try and take over.”

Hela listened closely to her father’s words, but tried her best to make it look like she was only mildly interested. She didn’t want him thinking that she actually cared, because caring wasn’t something that she felt. It was weak. “How many of those Midgardians believe we are real, though?” she asked. “Correct me if I am wrong, but we are meant to be nothing more than a myth, yes?” 

Thor. She really hated that name. At the mention of her being able to go back to Asgard, Hela sighed loudly. “Well, father, I have no reason to return. I have been banished from our home before, and I do not wish to be banished again. When the time is right, I will return, and I will take the throne. But until then, Midgard will have to do. I have a job here, and I suppose some of the mortals are fine. I do not want to be here long-term, though.” 

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thecanaryxlance:

“Oh, uh, it’s a phone that is like temporary” Sara said, not really sure how to explain it. “I use them so I can’t be traced by certain people” it was better to be safe than sorry after all. “So I use it for a short period of time and then I replace it.”

It was unusual to hear that the woman never kept a phone for very long. Something about it seemed so...shady. There was no reason for Hela to pry, though. “Oh. That could be quite useful, I suppose. Doesn’t it make life hard, though? I have never had to hide from people, but it seems like it would be quite tiring.”