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Loki: Oppression and Hope: Hel is Broken

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Disclaimer: Don’t own any of Norse Mythology.

A/N: For LokiLiteratureLovers’s Two-fer writing prompt. I tried to get both Oppression and Hope in here, but without actually using the words outright. I couldn’t help but use Fury’s comment as a base for this.

Hel would probably look/act around 10 at most during this story.

Hope you enjoy it!

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I do not blame Father.

He stares down at me, his green eyes wide with fear. I hold his hand; it is shaking. Tears are in his eyes as he gives me a small smile. I see through it; he may be the God of Lies, but he cannot lie to me.

I fumble with my dress for the thousandth time. Mother says I have to look my best when I get my title. She tried to fix my messy black hair, but I screamed so much she had to stuff it in a bun. My black hands and feet are covered with gloves and boots. They are in vain though; everyone knows I am odd.

"The AllFather will make you suffer," Father whispers under his breath. "He will use his power to get his revenge on me. He will do it through you."

I have never seen Midgard before; I have been forbidden to go. According to everyone, Father did evil things there a long time ago. He was punished though. He tries to hide his scars, but I have seen them. He is still being punished, though his sentence has ended.

"I do not put the fault of whatever is to come, on you," I reply, looking at him. He once said that he was like an ant under Odin's boot. It was the only time I have ever heard him admit feeling weak. He looks like he feels that way again. "I am not afraid."

My Father kneels down before me, a worried smile on his face. He never kneels unless forced. Once he told me he was 'crouching dramatically.' We both giggled then.

"No matter what may happen Dearest, know that one day I will see you again." His eyes are full of sadness as he kisses my forehead. "I promise you this."

I watch as he uses a simple spell to conjure something out of the air. He says all Odin has allowed him to do are 'parlor tricks' rather than what he was truly capable of. He holds out his hand, palm up.

In it is a ring. It is golden with an emerald, sapphire and a diamond in the middle of the two. Sapphires are Mother's favourite jewels and mine are diamonds. He smiles as he slips it on my right ring finger.

"One day I will retrieve that," he says solemnly. "That is my promise to you Hel."

He envelops me in a tight embrace. He has never hugged me that way before. I do not know if he has ever hugged anyone this way, this desperately. He lets me go as soon as my name echoes through the throne room.

"I love you."

"I love you too Father."

I hold my head up high as Father has taught me. My dress brushes the floor as the crowd around the aisle mumbles to each other. I recognize most of them, but I do not acknowledge them. They are not my peers yet.

I crouch dramatically before the throne, staring up at the ornate chair. Odin casts a large shadow that covers me completely. I feel very much like an ant, and his shadow is a boot. I quiver slightly.

The ring flashes in the light. I smile in spite of myself. Mother says I have the same smile as Father. I take that as a compliment. Everyone is silent as the AllFather bangs his staff on the floor.

"Hel, Daughter of Loki, you will now be given your title."

I look back at my Father for a moment, and then turn back to Odin.

"You are hereby deemed...Goddess of the Dead."

Waves of gasps wash over the crowd. They are replaced with comments about how it was suitable that someone as hideous as I rule the Dead. That my Father deserves to have a daughter like me. I start to cry.

I feel much like an ant.

I do not bother to address the hateful man before me. I run down the aisle, ripping my dress with the heels of my boots. I run into my Father's arms and he hugs me tightly.

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They force me to wear long tattered white dress with no gloves or boots to hide my flaws. They take me from my parents and I am banished to where the Dead dwell. They name the world after me to add to my shame.

I hide the ring in my pocket.

For years to come I will look at that ring. In this world of horror and grief, it remains. I will fiddle with it every time a new soul comes to be judged by me. I will wait patiently for him to come. I know he will; he promised.

In the deepest depths of my blackened heart, I wish that someday my fellow ant will guide me from under this boot.

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End!
For :iconlokiliteraturelovers:
Well...I have figured it out.
I am officially addicted to writing freaking family fics for Loki :iconlokifacepalmplz:
Romance seems to no longer appeal to me nearly as much as it did.

I decided to break away from the Frigga and Loki stories this week. I looked up Lotki on Wikipedia and decided to focus on his relationship with his daughter, Hel. She's described as a woman with pale skin, but with black pieces too. I figured black hands and feet would be interesting. I can relate about the tangled hair.

So I hope you enjoy and thanks for all the views :)

btw, the ring that's described is called a 'Family Ring.' The two parent's birthstones are put on the outside with a child's in the middle. I own one, so I figured I'd use that for fun :)

Also the 'crouching dramatically' excuse was courtesy of a Loki cosplayer ^^;
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HarleyQuinn711's avatar
I also just realized something, she rules the dead right? Well when Odin dies he will be the ant underneath her shoe, karma's a bitch.