"You're too slow, Elijah."

With her arms crossed in front of her chest, Hela stood next to the fighting brothers. Klaus was getting better and better, today he was on the edge to beat Elijah for the first time.

Elijah was struggling hard to keep up with his much quicker brother, his hard hits never came through. A smile tugged on his lips when he heard Hela's teasing.

As the fight continued to drag, both fighters obviously equal with their strengths and weaknesses, Rebekah and Henrik, their littlest brother joined to watch the fight. They both grinned and cheered for their older brothers, while Hela tabbed her feet, mimicking the rhythm of the fight.

"Look, brother, our sister came to watch your defeat."

Elijah said teasingly and Hela chuckled. Clever strategy, in a serious fight things like that could provoke the enemy into attacking first.

Klaus smirked wickedly and suddenly lunged forward and after some quick, sharp blows, he had cut off Elijah's leather belt which ended the fight.

"They have come to laugh at you, brother."

They all chuckled and the men let their swords fall to the ground. Hela patted Klaus' back, proud of her pupil. He was a quick learner and he really had improved. Hopefully it would one day impress Mikael, so he would stop seeing his son as a failure.

With a smile, she walked up to Elijah and wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning forward to whisper into his ear.

"You're way too slow."

She continued her teasing. Elijah wanted to capture her lips, but Hela leaned back to avoid his lips playfully.

"See?"

The young woman breathed and Elijah had enough. He grabbed her neck lightly and pressed his lips onto hers, both of them smiling into the kiss. It was this short moment, where they were simply happy. His family was gathered around them, they had each other, no serious worries for now. But unfortunately with them, it never stayed like that for a long time.

"Why does the glorious victor not get a kiss? That's not fair, Hela!"

Klaus laughed as he watched his brother and his lover. He was so glad that Elijah found his one true love. His own difficulties with Tatia clouded his mind, but he wouldn't let it come between his and his brother, because Klaus knew that Elijah only had eyes for Hela.

The carefree mood was shattered quickly when Mikael and Esther came by. The mother of six children looked at her husband warily, begging him to not loose his temper with his eyes. Hela would never understand why a woman would beg for something. It was pathetic. Why didn't Esther act when she saw her children being abused?

"Glorious victor...why don't you show me some of your tricks?"

Mikael said through gritted teeth. He pulled out his sword and pointed it at Klaus who looked frightened. His shoulders sunk down, nothing was left of the formerly proud young man. His father was able to destroy Hela's hard work within seconds and it made her so angry.

Elijah felt her rage and wrapped an arm around her waist to keep her from immediately attacking Mikael. She shot him a glare, it wasn't in her nature to just watch.

In the mean time, Mikael attacked Klaus, yelling insults at his son. Of course he was stronger than Klaus, as he was much more experienced and he fought like he was in battle, not sparring. When he suddenly pushed Klaus to the ground violently and still no one said a word, Hela had enough.

Quickly, she freed herself off Elijah's strong arms and stole the sword from his hands. Then, before anyone could even notice, she was behind Mikael and the tip of Elijah's sword touched his neck.

Everyone held their breaths, looking at the silver haired girl in shock, worry and maybe even a bit of admiration.

"Why don't you fight someone equal to you and stop taking your rage out on your children, warrior?"

Hela said calmly and a gasp went through the people that watched the interaction. Klaus and Elijah shared a look. What Hela did was madness. Mikael would kill her for questioning his pride.

Slowly, Mikael turned around and Hela casually let the blade sink to the ground. She looked up, straight into the much taller man's eyes. Of course she wasn't afraid. Why should she? In contrary to Mikael, Hela knew that she could fight him.

"And then you think I should fight you, girl?"

He laughed, but it wasn't a cheerful laugh. It was dark, gloating and meant to provoke her. But Hela was unimpressed and simply nodded.

"Let's make it more fun, shall we? We could bet. If I win, you will let me fight by your side in battle. If not...I will never bother you again and be the perfect housewife for one of your sons."

She looked him right into the eyes while she said it and saw how Mikael's eyes sparked in amusement. Hela nearly bounced in excitement to show him how wrong his false pride was.

"Well, if you stick to your word, you will finally shut up. So, why not, brave girl?"

Secretly, Mikael truly admired her bravery. He wished his sons were more like her. It was a pity that she was just a woman.

Hela stayed in her position, only raising the sword a little. She tilted her head a little and winked at Elijah who looked at her with fear in his eyes. She felt a little insulted that he actually was afraid that Mikael could kill her.

"Your turn, old man."

Mikael had a short temper and Hela would make use of that. He seemed cold hearted, but his emotions were clear on his face. How silly. It wasn't long until the older man attacked her with wilder force. But Hela simply raised her sword to block the hit and stepped aside, which made the experienced warrior stumble. She could have easily thrown him to the ground, but she would make a little bit of a show out of this.

He was surely surprised by the strength this tiny person could bring up. Hela slowly played with the sword in her hands, its weight on her palm was so comfortable. The blade was a bit uneven, she would have to tell Elijah later one that he should take better care of it.

Now he tried to attack her from behind, as she was facing him with her back to provoke this action. It was the moment when she showed why everyone called her 'the cobra'. With the speed of a lightning, Hela turned around and blocked Mikael's sword. Smoothly, she moved her blade to send him stumbling backwards again.

She wouldn't even say that Mikael was a bad fighter. He was strong and relatively quick, but he let rage consume him. The warrior jumped in on every provocation she offered, his movements mirrored on his face moments before he attacked. It wouldn't be much of a disadvantage on the battlefield, because most men fighting there were stupid enough to not notice. Most of them fought like that. But when they were through the silly mass of poor farmers, blacksmiths and smugglers, the more cleverer, elite fighters came. That was often the moment when the real battle started, because not the numbers decided over winning or loosing, it were the tactics and cleverness that would change the favors.

The man opposite her probably didn't know this.

"You let the rage take over you, Mikael. It will inevitably lead to your death."

He was serious, but of course Mikael's pride wouldn't have himself being taught by a little girl. An orphan that he took in. Maybe the greatest mistake he made in his life.

Hela stretched the fight out a little longer before she had enough. It was her time to attack. After she ducked another blow, she shot forward and fought the man until his back was against a tree. His rage took over and with all of his strength, he tried to fight back. But it was useless. Hela was simply the better fighter. Suddenly, she made him stumble again and then pushed him hard with her shoulder which made him fall to the ground. Hela put one foot on his chest and the tip of her sword hovered over his throat.

"...and dead."

With an unimpressed expression, she held her hand out to Mikael. Of course he didn't take it and jumped to his feet, coming close to Hela, invading her personal space. His face was a grotesque mask of rage, but Hela didn't advert her eyes from his death glare. Mikael didn't say another word before he took off.

"Seems like I need a sword."

She said with a slight smile before she handed the sword back to Elijah. His lips were parted in shock. Like all the others, he stared at her. They all seemed to slowly process that their father just got his ass kicked.

"I don't know if I should laugh or be afraid that he'll kill you in your sleep, Hela."

Rebekah was the first one to speak. An amused grin tucked on her lips, but she tried to suppress it by biting her lip.

"Ah, don't worry. I know you'll protect me, Bekah."

Hela laughed, to which Rebekah joined in. Slowly, the expression of the boys seemed to soften, too.

"Please, just don't be the source of a bloodbath in my room. I like the fur that covers the floor."

It was Rebekah's way of saying that she liked Hela. She appreciated it much. The Mikaelson's had become her family and she was happy that they seemed to accept her, too.

"Thank you, Hela."

Klaus stepped forward and simply pulled her in for a surprise hug. She chuckled and lightly padded his shoulder. His grip was blocking her airways.

"I think your father needed that, I can't stand watching someone I like being abused. Hopefully he won't try that again."

Hela squeezed his shoulders and smiled, strutting back to Elijah and silently taking his hand. He still seemed frozen, but his face showed admiration and love, so Hela knew that he wasn't mad. The young woman felt herself turning back into her more female self as she stood on her toes, whispering into his ear.

"We should get ready for the feast, Elijah."

She stole a small peck on his lips as she continued walking back to the huts, dragging Elijah with her. His heart swelled with pride for the woman he was fallen for. She was extraordinary and she was all his...well not fully considering the upcoming wedding plans, but he surely wouldn't allow his brother one night alone with his girl.