A/N: The disir in the marvel universe are different that from norse mythology. In mythology they seem to be female spirits. In the marvel universe (earth 616) they used to be Valyries under the command of Bor, the sire of Odin. They rebelled and started consuming the dead and having elicit sexual relations with Sigard (a powerful Asgardian). Bor cursed them to only consume the spirit forms of gods who have been exiled from their true forms. Thus the Disir will go hungry for all eternity.

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As Loki stood in front of the Disir, he felt their gaze feasting hungrily on his soul. Their penentrating gaze made him uncomfortable, but outwardsly he showed no fear. Having the rebellious, canabalistic Valkyries of Bor, Father to Odin feast on his soul didn't seem appealing. Loki's eyes wandered over the leader of the Disir, Brun, her appearance was like that of a body that had been found well preserved in a tomb for many years. It was obvious from her posture that she was ready to fight at all times, her stance well grounded and her hand drifting near her sword.

Even Thor, with his love for battle was not that ready for war. Loki mused. He opened his mouth to say tell the four Disir in front of him that Mephisto had loaned them to him but was cuttoff as Brun stepped towards him.

"If we were not ordered to follow you, you wouldn't last three seconds." Her voice sounded dry making it sound more threatening that Loki thought it was intended to be. Knowing in his dead, cast out state it was possible for them to comsume him Loki did not need reminding how he would be at their mercy if he did not have the contract in place. He just gritted his teeth and endured the hungry gazes of the four starving Disir in front of him. "Call for us when we are needed." Brun's eyes followed Loki out as he left without saying a word.

Bad habbits die hard.

Loki stood on the asteroid alone, battered, weak. His clothes were torn, a massive graze in his side showing blood though the rip. He struggled to stay upright as he stared at the thing that had ripped through his skin, causing him to bleed. He tried to look tall and menacing, show no fear, show no pain, show no weakness. The huge hungry eyes that stared back at Loki threatened to rip all semblance of self control from him. As the beast stepped frowards, it's mouth drooling for another bite of the exiled prince, Loki stepped baackwards. The beast licked it's long fangs that peeked through its lips. The scales on its back glimmered in the low light.

Loki knew the only reason he was here is because he didn't say anything. He could leave if only he told Thanos everything. Though Loki didn't know how, he knew that if he told Thanos about the infinity gaunlet on Asgard, he would be saved from being eated by this beast.

In the end the beast had taken a large bite out of him and he had fainted from lack of blood before saying a word. By the time he awoke again, he was told that Thanos already had found someone to make the gaunlet for him and that the usefullness of Loki was drawing to an end before it had even begun.

And that was just the start of the pain.

Loki returned to Hel. He quickly hid the entrance to Hell, hoping in vain that Hela had not noticed it while he was gone.

Finding something was only easy when Hela wanted him to find it. As such finding Hela was easy. She was sitting in her throne again, the hooded figure kneeling in front of her. Loki could not hear what he was saying, but hela looked bored and wasn't even looking at him. When Helas eyes alighted on Loki, the hooded figure turned slightly, stood up and bowed slightly to Hela before retreating to the side.

Loki took that to mean it was safe to approach. He walked slowly to the position the hooded figure originally had and knelt down in front of the Goddess of Death. He waited a second , but when Hela didn't say anything first he looked up. "I have brought you that which you desire." he smiled up at her. Taking her intense staring at him to mean she wanted him to continue. "I have not only brought you an elite group of fighters but some nice irony." Loki paused dramatically, trying to read her face before calling out to the discraced warriors of old. "Disir."

In the place between Loki and Hela appeared 12 corpse like Valkyries.

Loki watched as Hela's eyes opened slightly wider. Loki guestured his arms to the side as he stood up. The disir arranged themselves to line the sides leading to the throne with practiced movements, calling to attention.

"Your gift from me to you. In return you will alow the asgardians to pass through to Valhalla." Loki smile remained faint on his face, but inside he was grinning. There was no way Hela could refuse undead warriors such as these serving her.

Hela turned her attention to the leader of the Disir. "You obey my word?"

Brun answered in her raspy dry voice. "We are sworn to serve you."

Hela twirled her hand in the air before asking. "So if I asked you to turn on Loki...?" A smile tugged on the corner of her mouth as Loki took a step backwards, unable to keep up his act.

"We will consume him." Brun unhesitatingly responded.

"Good, but that won't be necessary right now." Hela looked like she was holding back a laugh as Loki's pale face sighed in relief. "But it seems as if you have another motive, brother. I do not belive you are only doing this to free those trapped in limbo. Given your origins you it seems as if you would want to have the asgardians that once looked down upon you to suffer. I was expecting you want them to be cut off from Valhalla forever."

Loki sighed, putting his act back on. "You are right. I want something more from you. I want you to send the Disir to help the remaining Asgardians."

"And what reason would you have for helping them?" Hela was trying to call his bluff.

"Cause I was their King." Loki growled. "I ruled them under the guise of our father for two years. Then our oaf of a brother got in the way of that and you, sister, stopped me from retaking that back. I came to them as my acctual self, their saviour. Having my tricks undone they saw me as rightfull Prince of Asgard and heir to the throne." Loki took a breath. "I had sacrificed too much already to the good of Asgard to let them go unprotected now. And if you want to try to claim your birthright, I suggest you show the people that you are willing to fight for them, not against them."