"Welcome to Hel, like what I've done with the place?" Hela rose from her throne of skulls, her eyes glistening with what Loki percived as gloating. Her long horns on her helmet made her a ferce looking woman that stood imposing above Loki. As she steped down, from the skulls, Loki could not help but take a step back. He subconciously reached for his daggers, but quickly stopped himself before they materialised.
She smashed Thor's Hammer.
She smashed Thor's hammer before she started to regain her power from Asgard.
He was no match for her.
Hela's head tilted to the side slightly as she rephrased her question, "Well?" Loki just looked back at her blankly not sure how to respond, something which did not happen often for him. Hela sighed silently at the petrified Loki. "You are dead, Brother. Your soul now belongs to me."
"Yes, I am dead. As are you. How was Ragnarok?" Loki retorted, his natural sibling rivaly instincts taking over. Her arogance reminded him very much of Thor, it was not hard to see that they shared the same father. "I unfortunatly had other matters to attend to and could not attend." A smile brushed across his face as he could see the corners of her mouth fall.
"Is that really how you address your Queen?" Hela demanded.
"The people rejected you, Thor sits on the throne. Even I did a better job that you at ruling asgard!" Her words grated on Loki's sore spot memories of Thanos rose unridden to his mind causing him to lash out. "You are only sucessfull in ruling over the dead!"
Expecting Hela to stab him, Loki was suprised to hear her laugh. The Laugh was not malicious or sarcastic, but it still put Loki on edge. "You are right. I rule over the dead." Hela pointedly looked Loki straight in the eye as she stopped laughing. "And you are dead."
As realising came over Loki, he grimaced.
"Kneel." Hela smirked. "Before your Queeen."
Loki tried to resist, he struggled internally against his determination to stand proud, knowing that it would do no good to act like a prince. It was not like he was unused to being knocked down a few pegs and shown how unformidable he actually is. It had happened a lot recently, he had met too many people his schemes did not work on recently. Though he figured it was worth seeing if he could manipulate the situation with Hela like he did with the Grandmaster on Skaar. After hesitating for a second he lowered his head respectfully in submission and slowly lowered his body to the ground untll one knee touched the ground and he was kneeling before Hela.
This seemed to please the Godess of Death. "I guess you are more inteligent than you look."
Loki didn't dare look up from the ground. He was still trying to adjust his pokerface to stop his fear from showing though. The last time he kneeled...
His legs trembled as he kneeled on the rough ground, something he was kneeling on was stabbing into his knee, or maybe it was just the impact of knee hitting the ground when he kneeled making the fracture worse. The feeling in his left arm was gone, it hung limply at his side, from time to time he kept wondering if it was still attached.
"Good Boy." Loki shived as Thanos's voice leered at him taunting how helpless he was before him. It made him want to turn invisible and hide, but last time he did that... Loki shivered, he did not want to repeat that.
Thanos leaned in close and whispered in Loki's ear. "You want to rule, to see others kneel before you as you kneel before me. If you entertain my children then you will get the chance to prove yourself usefull to me. If you do not... well I am sure someone else can explain what will happen then." Thanos straightened and strode away, leaving Loki alone with those Thanos called his children.
Watching Thanos become smaller did not bring relief to Loki, he was too farmiliar with how 'playtime' with Thanos' children went. As they stepped forwards he could only reminisce to when he was hanging off the bifrost. Why could he have not died then?