Curiosity, thy name is Hela(open/nudges Asgardian)

[Hela]

[atrb=border,0,true] Hela [style=width:450; height:300; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto] (Before you come into this thread, Hela is NOT looking for a fight. Please do not instigate because I will have to retaliate as it is against her character to walk away. Just please play nice.) Hela had left Dominique's home early in the morning, maybe against the brunette's wishes or maybe she didn't even know she had gone. For a giant in a house of glass, she could be fairly quiet when she wished to be. Now she had finally made the walk to the city in the early hours, the first few commuters staring up at the 7 foot tall, giantess. She paid them no heed, as she was above them, maybe even pitied their small mindedness. Either way she continued to marvel at the structures so much taller than even her. It was a marvel, really. How advanced the Midgardians were for being so incredibly dull. No offense to Dominique but, Hela considers that the woman would probably agree with her. She knew there were other Asgardians on this rock of a planet, but she didn't know who, other than Thor. Oh, the mighty Thor, destined to sit upon his throne and reign superior should Odin EVER ACTUALLY die. Even though she thought of this, she wished she could be among the few that shared council with the all-father. That would never be though, he was too far against her father which made him retaliate against her. Hela respected the rank of All-Father, much as she respected Frigga's position in the entire thing, but that didn't mean she had to like it. Her father not having time for her though... that was weighing heavily on the relatively young Asgardian. She had done her best to assist him, to make him care for her again, yet he spurned her. The thought of him hating her shook her to her core. Could she be blamed for some of the malignant decisions her father had made? Not just she was taken from him, her brothers too, all removed from the loving breast of their father. Hela had no children and had barely been a child herself, but she understood that fire a parent has. The desire to keep you children safe and healthy and near you. Maybe Hela was grasping for straws where there weren't any, attempting to cling onto the hope that one day they might be a family again. Now, she found herself in a grand park, having forgotten that she was walking. Luckily though she had kept her steps light and the concrete hadn't crumbled under her feet. She looked back at the sign over the park, "Central Park." She murmured softly, tilting her head a small bit. The garb she wore was an eclectic mix of what she had seen on the box Dom called television, what she had seen Dom have in her closet, and what she noticed on the street. Originally, there was no blazer on her shoulders, but now she assumed that this rather mild temperature was 'cold' to the Midgardians. What pansies. They wouldn't last a moment in her ice covered domain. Now she wore a black skirt that was longer in the back than the front. The front hit at about her knee and the back hit around her Achilles tendon. Black, heeled boots wrapped around her legs with buckles. An emerald green and black bustier around her top showing off her... curves. Now the blazer had entered play and copper jewelry on her wrist and neck. Finally, her hair was braided and hung over her shoulder with an emerald green ribbon allowing her to hide her half dead form. All of this, and a bit of magic to hide her mask. With a slightly pensive sigh she continued forward, smelling something interesting. Some sort of mixture of meats and sweetened tomatoes. A spicy smell cut through the air and bothered her nose. Links of sausage wrapped in bread? The mortals were squirting reds and yellows and chunky greens onto them. Onions too for some of them. The fizzing of sodas as they popped open made Hela very, very curious.

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Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
Tags: Currently open
Outfit: Click me!
Muse: Always good
Notes: WC: 653. Hela is NOT looking for a fight right now, unless you're Thor. So please don't instigate because she will retaliate.

Lyrics: Fields of Innocence -- Evanesence

Table Layout By BRY, 2012

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[Thor Odinson]

Thorhad to remind himself to introduce the hotdog to Asgard. They were delicious, and a quick meal, something a warrior busy with a day of training could appreciate. And delicious.

Central Park had become one of his favorite places to get a hot dog, as the Midgardians called them, and when he ordered them he made sure to get about a dozen for his bottomless appetite. Often children would stare with mouths to the floor watching the large man devour the entire set on a park bench, and sometimes even ask for more.

He didn't notice just yet, though something did seem off about the day, as though the park felt a bit chillier than he was used to, but it was winter, so Thor had paid it no mind, not yet aware of Hela's presence. He ordered his usual amount of hot dogs boastfully, "Twelve of your finest hotdogs my good merchant!" and handed him the card he had been told to use when he wanted to buy something (which was, 99% of the time, food).

When he was carrying his bundle to a nearby bench, it was then that he caught a familiar color pattern of green and black. He froze, shocked he would even see his niece in this realm. "H-hela?" he breathed out slowly, dropping the hotdogs to the ground carelessly. Thor moved forward quickly without thinking about the food or if she would see him as a threat. He just, reacted.

He stopped in front of her, letting her lead the conversation if she wanted to.

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Tag: Hela! | Words: 262 | Lyrics: Thor Quote | Outfit: !!! | Notes: body count: 12 hotdogs

[Hela]

[atrb=border,0,true] Hela [style=width:450; height:300; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto] Hela felt the presence of Thor before he made himself known. The sense of power he had was unmistakable and unrivaled unless it belonged to an Asgardian. She turned her wild green eyes to gaze upon him, standing nearly half a head taller than him without shoes on. As though a man who was 6’6” with flowing blonde hair didn’t draw attention, imagine a woman who stood over 7’ with the most wild eyes you’d ever seen. Her jaw tightened and the muscles in her throat became readily visible. Her chest sucked in and her collar bones protruded as she attempted not to just try to kill Thor where he stood, unarmed, unprepared. She didn’t care if he died a valiant death… At this moment though… she didn’t care if he died at all. Her heart was breaking and no one in the nine realms could possibly understand the amount of pain she was in. To be cast out of the warm light of Asgard, to have your father deny you a place at his side. To deny you even a glimmer of hope for reconciliation. No one would understand. That was what Hela thought… until she brought her eyes up to meet Thor’s. She had forgotten who she was speaking to. The dead had told her tales of his cast from grace. His removal from the heavens and banishment to Earth. The once enemy now stood before her as the only thing in all of the universe who knew exactly what she was going through. Her eyes were calmed, her face softened to show the natural roundness that she had got from her mother. The softness to her face that made her decidedly female, and finally her lips parted and her finger pointed out, ”You dropped your breaded sausage.” That was what she was going with. First words to her uncle not said with malice and dripping with venom in how many decades and that was it. Well done, Hela. Then her eyes got wide, fearful even, a strange look on the face of such a woman. ”I won’t let you take me back to Niefelheim, Thor. Not without a fight.” She took a slightly defensive position and recoiled from him. There was a young quality hidden somewhere in those ancient eyes. Somewhere inside her was a child that was never allowed to live as a child should, without care and responsibility. She kept back in fear and if Thor made any advance on her she would move backward as far as he moved forward. He would have to drag her kicking and screaming back to that frozen rock. She’d kill him if she had to, though right now she really wanted to talk to her one time uncle. He had meant so much to her as a child and some of her dearest memories were of him. The memories that she used to use as hope. Hope that there was a mistake, that her uncle would come to Niefelheim on his horse and whisk her away, back home to her father. Hope that somewhere… someone might miss her being there. That appeared to be far from the truth though, at least now. The memories she kept of Thor and her relatives now were warped and twisted. They were now shadows of their former selves and she had begun to look for inconsistencies, attempting to look for the lies. There had to be a reason they would throw a child away and never look back. Other than her physical defects… what had been so bad about her that now even her father turned her away?

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Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
Tags: Thor
Outfit:Outfit
Muse: Always good
Notes:WC: 606

Lyrics: Fields of Innocence -- Evanesence

Table Layout By BRY, 2012

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[Thor Odinson]

Thorwaited for Hela to speak first. Her hardened face spoke out, cutting into whatever thoughts he had been having and hanging off of her every word. 'You dropped your breaded sausage.'

Well, that was anticlimactic, but Thor was just glad she was here, on the same plane, finally within reach, not the distance of Hel between them or the ghost of her father willing her away- but here. It was hard to remember she had once been so small, just a child and hardly taller than his knee. "I did." he nodded, not once tearing his gaze from her and ignored the pile of hot dogs on the ground. Surely, this was a family trait.

Thor then noticed her change her expression. He knew that face. He had made the same look when Odin had him banished from Asgard, but seeing the face in front of him, reflected in the face of his niece, struck something inside of him. "No, Hela." he began, "I will not take you where you do not wish to go.. This, I promise you." a hand fell across his chest, the vow of a prince.

"I'm sure... you have questions." he swallowed at a knot in his throat, stepping over the hot dogs carefully. The pigeons then swarmed to peck at the bounty Thor had left behind. He wanted to be nearer, but Hela had already taken a step backward. Taking the hint for now, he rooted himself in place. "Please..May we speak? I will do my best to answer them. " Thor himself had questions, countless ones about what had happened after she left the cell with Loki, but that event was a short while ago. Hela's burdens had waited far, far too long for answers.

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Tag: Hela! | Words: 320ish | Lyrics: Thor Quote | Outfit: !!! | Notes: >>>: Helaaaa </3

[Hela]

[atrb=border,0,true] Hela [style=width:450; height:300; padding:25; text-align:justify; font-family:verdana; font-size:10px; color:white; overflow:auto] Hela relaxed a bit when she heard his words, his promise and it rang true to her. Her uncle had never been the type to lie, or to be very good at it. She didn’t want to go back to Helheim until she absolutely had to. Her brow furrowed as he remained fairly close to her, his eyes pleading for her to accept his assistance. She just stared at him for the longest moment, unmoving and silent, ”You suddenly wish to help me? After how many years of forgetting I existed… you want to help me?” Her arms folded defensively across her chest. She had a wall of ice around her heart built over lifetimes of loneliness and betrayal. Her dark head turned away from looking at him, she sniffed a little bit, moving to walk away from him, not too far, and sat on a rock in the park, knowing she would break the weak benches. She sat forward, slumped at the shoulders and her head rested in her hands. Everything had gone wrong and everything hurt more than she ever imagined it could. The souls of Midgard, even if they were simple mortals… they called to her, begged her to help send them to their rest, but she couldn’t. It wasn’t her position to make those kinds of choices on Midgard. This wasn’t her realm and she honestly was not looking for a fight with the existing entities of death, though she was sure of her success. Her head turned to Thor again and she shifted over to make room for him to come sit. She was full to the brim with questions. Needs. Everything. ”Have you ever seen where I was sent, Thor?” She asked, turning to look up at him, her eyes distant and full of age far beyond her years. She had seen things that no young girl, save a warrior, should see. Her job was death and she was paid in nothing but misery. She had grown into a lovely woman though, even in the darkest corners, held in stasis through the coldest winters… sometimes, given the right amount of care and bright light a flower could bloom. Maybe, just maybe, if things went better for her she could give up this desire for vengeance and be the loving young woman she had always thought she was destined to be.

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Oh I... I want to go back to
Believing in everything and knowing nothing at all
Tags: Thor
Muse: Excellent 8|
Notes:WC: 396

Lyrics: Fields of Innocence -- Evanesence

Table Layout By BRY, 2012

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[Thor Odinson]

Thor took his seat next to her on the stone, watching her face harden as she spoke with a voice weathered by pain. He saw much of her father in her, despite their separation Thor believed Hela had shared many physical qualities with Loki, though he hoped she would choose a much different path from his. "The years lost in darkness are unforgivable offenses as there are no excuses. For many years in my youth I serviced glory and duty above all, hungry for war and most I did not understand. It was easier to believe in words than see the truth for what it was- as wrongs. A child banished into darkness, there is no justice in that. I do not pretend to understand the ways of fate; I do not weave tapestries or see beyond all as the Allfather does- I have this might, this strength but I could once see was in the field of my arms and blindly accepted what lay beyond my reach."

Thor had not seen Hel, only what was whispered in stories. "I've not been in Niffelheim myself..." he began. "On your naming day I saw it as a great honor bestowed upon you, given an entire realm as your dominion, but now I see what it has done to you. If I had known you had suffered, Hela- no. It is cruel to speak in such a manner."

"My debt of ignorance can not be washed away, I understand that much. Yours are not mere misgivings as fate has been especially cruel to you, Hela. It is not within my power to change the past, but yes, Hela, I do wish to help you, for it is my will to right the present, if it is in your will to accept."

Something was stirring in Thor, something he did not quite yet know, brewing the moment he had first been cast out from Asgard and charging him now.

For him, it was important he let her choose, giving her the decision towards her own future. Thor did not expect gratitude (actually quite the opposite, given his failed attempts with her father), but he deeply hoped she would choose to say yes, despite the weight against them, despite everything. Perhaps it was too much to ask her to put her pride aside, if that's what it was.

"I am sorry, Hela, if I ask too much of you." He wasn't expecting forgiveness, but he hoped a fool's dream, that he could somehow in the smallest way right the future.

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Tag: Hela | Words: 423 | Lyrics: Thor Quote | Outfit: --- | Notes: dying of sick so its mostly the dialog I wrote in the car. X_x

[Hela]

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Hela just listened to him, her eyes facing forward, not looking at him as he spoke. She rested back on her hands sitting at her hips, taking in his words. "You are more wise than I thought you would be uncle. The years have been good to you." The Thor she had left when banished had been brazen, stupid even, but brave. She snorted a little when he said Niefelheim was a great honor, or at least he had thought.

"Your father watched me be torn away from the arms of my father. Watched me struggle and scream and cry for him. They forgot I was strong and I got away once, they made me sleep and carted me away. I woke on a world that looks like this." Around them things shifted and manipulated, like father like daughter, she was an expert in magic. It ran in their blood, maybe it was their blood. The world was empty, only shambling spirits and warriors still battling. This was the world a child had been sent to rule. A world of darkness, ice and death, and everyone wondered why she held ill will. On her side opposite Thor was a huge red wolf with blood red eyes that seemed to be made of fire and hate. "I finally got a companion in Garm. She kept me warm and safe for many years." The wolf lunged at Thor but in the moment her jaws would hand reached him, they were back in the sunny park in New York.

"My father does not wish me to aid him. He does not have time for me. I was not prepared to be denied by him, not after I made an enemy of Asgard for him." Her voice broke a small bit and she turned her head sharply away from Thor, her breathing a bit ragged. After a moment she spoke again, "I came, hoping that he would accept me into his life, or that I would have to strike him down for having a hand in my being cast out. I came thinking I knew everything." She turned to face him again finally and in a moment of pure innocence and hurt, she put her arms around Thor's waist, sniffling into his shoulder, "Why does my father not want me, Thor? Am I that much of a monster that my own father cannot lay eyes upon me?"

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[Thor Odinson]

Each Asgardian had their duty. For any, their work was bridled on the tailorings of war. With each battle they were rewarded in glory and the people boasted of the brave warriors echoed in the songs of the hall. Watching the shadows engulf the scene around them, Thor could not help the layer of dread wrapping around them, the very mirror of hopelessness strangling all of the light. There were no songs in the ream before him, no songs for Hela to sing- no merits in the land of the fallen, in any of this for her. Something in his breath stopped for those moments, born not from fear but loss. Hela had lost so much here in this darkness. And though he knew it were an illusion, Thor could not help but give away the slightest twinge to pull them both away as Garm's jaws snapped and were gone (and only moments before he began to voice that he should thank the shewolf- for caring for Hela in this absent world.) Again, he was not afraid, but the scene was all too real.


What sort of woman could grow from a world like this? Thor wondered, and then he got this answer.


He slowly inhaled, breathing her words, trying to find his own to comfort her pain. Thor remembered when he was cast out by his father when the world rained down on him and mjolnir rejected him- being decided unworthy, feeling incredibly small. How could he answer her? Thor carefully stroked her hair and sighed, whispering no.


He could almost not believe it, how any father could reject their child. Children were the most precious beings in all the realms. He had many words to say, but no more continued from that. They would have been: Loki is not well...The man who was your father is gone to an unseen world, but know that there is nothing in all the nine realms that is wrong with you... He thought perhaps Hela's face distracted Loki from his purpose, reminding his brother of a man who still held love in his heart, who loved her somewhere beneath the ice.


"You are no monster," he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and held her close to him. "Nor an enemy of Asgard, or any words beyond Hela."

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