A/N: Disclaimer, I do not own Marvel or Thor, this is purely fan fiction and I do not own AFI's Spoken world. Also for you myth critics, this is going to draw out some of the myths and some of the comics, also some of my own ideas, so please, read and review.
A/N: A big thank you to TheTricksterAndTheOptimist for being my editor and putting up with my sucky grammar. :3 Love you darling. 3
We held hands on the last night on earth, our mouths filled with dust. We kissed in the fields and under tree, screaming like dogs, bleeding dark into leaves. It was empty on the edge of town but we knew everyone floated along the bottom of the river. So we walked through the waste where the road curved into the sea and the shattered seasons lay, and the bitter smell of burning was on you like a disease. In our cancer of passion you said, "Death is a midnight runner." -AFI Spoken Word
Asgard; the haven of the gods; a city made of concrete and gold. The city of envy by all other beings in the nine realms and to rule them all, Odin sat upon his throne to protect Asgard and bring everlasting peace. Like every city, there were markets and shops. There was the financial district and banking and the courts. Asgard was the prime example of what a metropolis should be. In the middle of this grand city was the white world tree; Yggdrasil.
Yggdrasil stood taller than any construct in Asgard and shone white; up from the elegant branches, an ever growing shield to protect Asgard from any kind of attack. The white branches of this tree of life bore the white fruit of all knowing. By Odin's law, it was forbidden to eat the fruit from the white tree.
Over the ages, the eternal gods had faced war, time and time again. Odin would be victorious each cycle, every battle, every spat. However, the Odin sleep claimed his body in a comatose state, to regain his power and energy. This was a dangerous time for Asgard, for the jealous realms very well would make an act of war. However, not is all lost. Thor, the sworn prince of Asgard and Odinson wields the powers of the sky. Thunder and lightning, and with his hammer Mjolnir, he struck down every foe that threaten the marvelous city.
But not all are envious of the city of gold. There are some who are ignorant to its existence, those of Midgard; too preoccupied with their technology to believe in the realm of gods. The realm of man has long forgotten the dependency of the gods. There are some that dream of living in the haven of Asgard, others resent it.
In the deep depths of Nifliehiem and Hel lived the goddess of the dead and the queen of Nifliehiem; Hela. The half frost giant, half Asgardian woman wasn't always the Queen of the Hell realms; she once lived in paradise along with her family. However, she was less to be desired in the perfect realm. Half her face bear the beauty of the Asgard race, however the other half bear the ridged features and flesh of a frost giant and many found her to be a curse.
Hela was like most children, she wanted to play and to learn but, most of all, she wanted friends, but not all of Asgard can comprehend the wishes of a lonely little girl. As Hela grew, so did the darkness within her and her loneliness; the only company was that of the wandering souls of the dead.
Over time, and bonding with the souls of the dead, Hela grew to accept her shunned life in Asgard; but most rejected her existence. Odin finally gave into the demands of his people and casted out the girl. She found herself in Nifliehiem and Hel, and once again there was no conflict in Asgard. Odin had once again brought peace to the golden city; however, this story is not about Odin and his righteousness, no. This story begins with death.