A/N

Well it really has been a long time since I updated this story. But after placing my works on an E-reader I bought last Sunday and I read this story. I wanted to know what happened next and so I did this. I really didn't know if this was the continuation I was looking for but overall, I am satisfied. So here it goes, The continuation of the story

Chapter 7

The Reunion

She stood there, her eyes fixed at the small boy who had his elbow ready for the bird to perch in. Still the hundreds of its feather fell down in front of her like snow. She looked up and tried to catch one again. They were real. The soft lines and the dark tones of the bird's extension were real. There was only one man who was always surrounded by such view. As she brought her eyes down at the small boy who walked out from the darkness so his presence was much clearer under the light of the crimson moon, she was speechless. Momentarily, she brought her guard down. Her scythe that she held on her right hand lay parallel to her body.

"Heimdall…" she whispered. Immediately, her memories of his faded outlines were brought once more to vividness. She swallowed hard, extremely ambivalent to his presence. She didn't know if she should be happy being seen like this or if she'd be elated to see him after so long.

As she tried to take a step forward, she felt the extreme pressure inside her chest once more. Her heart started to pump the disgusted blood all over her body once again. True, the momentary standstill was probably due to the surprise of seeing someone who resembled the Mighty Watcher. Whoever the boy was, it helped her regain that needed consciousness to stop what was happening to her.

"G-get Away…" she ordered. She placed a hand in front of her to try and drive him out of the place. He must have been deaf for not listening to her. He stayed there, looking at her with eyes that were full of sincerity.

"I'll not b-be able to c-control myself any longer-" she coughed up and shrieked at the top of her voice. Her high-pitched shriek followed the sound of the dead with their growls. Her eyes rolled up as she fell down to the ground, unable to control the pain anymore. She caught herself with her hand as she tried once again to sit up. She took in large, deep breaths. With her vision a little hazy, she looked up to try and see if the boy ran away. She was surprised to see him walking to her, unafraid of what she could do. If she were to lose control, he'd sure be...

Thump-Thump-Thump

She closed her eyes, tears started to fall down.

"Commodo, Discedo tener puer…" (Please, go away young boy...)She mumbled as loud as she could but to no avail will that boy ever know what she said. She blamed it all to herself. The pain she felt was immeasurable. She never thought it would be this hard to suspend her power. She never realized the need to do that in the Underworld. Her powers were needed every single time someone disagrees to her verdict.

Now she could feel it. It was as if a scalding hot water rushed inside her veins. It worsened whenever she tried to control it. But Odin wanted her to unleash everything and that made it worthy to try and stop it more. She won't mind the torture only if she could wipe that smile out of his face.

She knew her father will be there any moment now and he'd be able to stop her to desire death. For now, she will have to wait. How much longer? She didn't really know.

As she knelt down on her knees, she could feel her bloodstained tears pouring down the side of her eyes. She took in sharp shallow breaths whenever she could muster. She was loosing the air she needed and that made her tired more than ever. But she can't allow that. She can't lose that consciousness that she chose to fight for. If she did, she'd be a puppet of Odin. If she revert back to that emotionless goddess of the underworld, she will, with no hesitation whatever will make this world another realm of the dead. Loki will be mad at her for sure.

Why me….?

She felt despair once again.

"Hel," a familiar voice entered her consciousness. She looked up slowly, still with tears in her eyes. She smiled weakly as the young boy came in close to her. She'd allow the pain to consume her and no more words can describe how it tortured her inside. Still, it was waiting for her to fall down. Surprisingly however, even if the pressure in her chest still pumped her hated blood, it did not took over her consciousness forcefully away from her. Whoever this boy that knelt down and cradled her in his small arms was, he did it.

"Why are you crying?" He placed his small hands on her cheek. The warmth made her feel alive. She felt cold despite the blood that ran in her body. She felt dead. As soon as the boy placed his hand on her, she calmed down a little. She got his hand, wavering a little from fatigue as she brushed her blood stained cheek on his small palms. His innocent warmth filled her and she wished she could stay like that for a long while.

"I'm alone." As soon as she said it, her tears started to fall down once again. This time, the boy caught it with his fingers and brushed it away to the side. She dreaded everything that happened in her life. The day she walked the halls of Nilfelheim. The stench of death loomed around her as she was guided to hold the Scythe of Judgment. As soon as it accepted her as the wielder, everything changed.

In all of her longing, nobody soothed her. She stood up by herself. But now, she was practically tired from it all. From the time she was forced to learn the ways in Hell and live to judge the dead, what forced her to hold is was the black opal that Heimdall gave and the occasional conversations she had with her father.

Yes, she was alone. She closed her eyes and felt solace for the last time. It was better to be judged to die than to live this life of solemnity for eternity. The ending was the same. She was going to be alone.

"You're not." She opened her eyes and looked at the man who held her turn into the man she knew back then. The small boy turned into the man she once knew. She took in a deep breath to speak of his name but he covered it with one finger.

"You're here with me now…" He lowered his head down and pressed down his head towards her so she could only see him and nothing else. Hel did not try to resist him, as she had no power to do so despite her sudden shyness.

"Heimdall?" he stared back at her. His eyes did not waver away.

"Hel." He closed his eyes as he pressed down his longing need to kiss her. He lifted her chin up to give him more access to her. She allowed him as she slowly changed back to who she was before this all happened. The screaming of the dead died down as soon as her Scythe disappeared from her hand. Before long, she was lying there, unconscious from all that happened.

Heimdall looked at the girl on his lap. Whatever happened, he guessed her suffering was now over. She was back in her small, frilly dress and her large crooked scythe was nowhere to be found. He rested her head on the crook of her neck and smelled her. Despite what other said about the stench of death, she smelled none of that. She smelled sweet just like back then. He tightened her embrace on her, taking her small form pressed against him. Whatever made him want to do that must have been because he had missed her. He wouldn't admit it in words otherwise. He lifted the girl up in his arms and carried her to a place under a tree. He could sense Loki closing in and he waited for him to come.

"Thank you." Loki walked in and found Hel in Heimdall's arms under a tree. The evidence of her destruction was still there. But as soon as he saw him with her, he could only assume that he must have helped in stopping her.

Loki did wonder at first how Heimdall took his original form but when he felt the power of Hel leaking out in the area, it was normal he'd become the proud watcher he was; not that he wasn't but he, in his adult form. After all, Hel's power is equal to a God who holds a realm's authority. She's probably in the line of Odin seeing that she controls the dead.

Fenrir stepped in front of Loki and growled at the man in front of him before gritting his answer out. "There are no signs of danger, father… however, I'm not too sure if this guy will cause one." He barked once but stopped as Loki patted his head.

"I don't think he'll cause one Fenrir." He said. He walked towards the tree and stopped when he was close enough to see her daughter. She was obviously in a terrible shape. Whatever she went through must have been an ordeal. Odin was behind this, he was sure. That was the only way why everything happened like it did. He looked back at Heimdall who seemed like he didn't care he was really close to him. He smiled and thanked the heavens he'll be able to avoid his attacks for a short while. It'll be sad to use her daughter as a distraction but as long as they both feel for each other, it didn't really matter.

"Mayura found this. She told me that Hel was protecting it when they met." She threw the pendant towards him and the other easily caught it with one hand. When he looked back at Loki, he saw his form started to change as well. He didn't pay much attention or didn't care much. All he did was focus at the object he gave to him. He opened his hand and saw the pendant that he gave her, centuries ago when she was sucked in the vortex towards the realm of the dead.

"If my suspicions are right, she must have been looking for this all along." Heimdall looked at him confused. He couldn't help but look back at the girl that was on his lap. It was just impossible for her to suffer like this because she lost one useless jewel he gave her years ago. It wasn't worth it, he thought to himself. She must have taken good care of it because the jewel was still in good condition.

"It can't be…" He muttered. Loki raised a brow and nudged his head to the side.

"Why not?" Heimdall stared back with a complicated look on his face. He didn't answer him. He just closed his eyes and kept the pendant on his pocket. He'd have his chance to know it if this was really the reason why she suffered a great deal. Right now, he had to keep Hel treated for the wound she sustained earlier. Just one look at her face, he knew she underwent great pain.

"I'll have my chance at you Loki, for sure…" he whispered as he carried the man's daughter in his arms, carefully cradling her closer to him. "But right now, Hel needs to be treated." Loki nodded his head once. He had the same stand as him. From his point of view, Hel did not go here without giving up something and he figured it must have been her ability to stop herself from going haywire. Odin was wise. He must have thought that her daughter would offer anything to go up in the realm of the living and stay with her family.

"I'll carry her." Loki offered but Heimdall went past him without even the intention of stopping. Loki felt a sweat fell down the side of his head but immediately let it go with a sigh. It must have been hard for him to see her like that, he thought. Loki followed Heimdall without necessarily being too close and familiar with the man. He had made a vow to kill him after all. Good thing he was preoccupied with Hel. Fenrir followed them and stayed in between both men to protect his father from anything the other might throw at him. Although Loki told him that it was unnecessary, he still didn't go away.

As they made their way to Loki's house, something fell out from the girl's pocket. Heimdall looked down and saw a shiny piece of glass on the floor. The shine was incomparable to the pendant but it still had the same familiar glow the other has. Loki stopped to pick it up and as he did, he lifted it up to the man with a smile.

"She's been looking for it…" Heimdall clenched his fist and immediately turned around. Loki must have noticed how quiet he had grown to be. He still didn't know why. It was easy to repulse Loki every bickering day but after what happened, he found himself unable to speak at all. She looked down the girl once again. Her tortured face said it all.

"Stupid girl…" he murmured in her ear before he started walking again.

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