A/N: I'm horrible. A horrible person to my characters.

The Avengers, Loki, Iron Man, or anything of the like. Just the thoughts inside my head. And taking some personal freedoms with mythology and lore.

Anya watched the healers as they carefully removed the cast on her leg. She felt the air hit her leg, making a shiver run down her back. She made a face at the sight, the stitches and marks from the surgery standing out from the paler skin.

"Midgardians have an interesting way of dealing with injuries," the older woman commented. Anya stayed very still, it had been painful enough getting there and the jostling she didn't want to move without the cast on.

A younger man ran his hand down her leg, hand glowing slightly. "There is, metal in your leg?" He looked up at her.

"My leg was trapped under heavy pieces of concrete, practically crushing the bones," Anya explained. "There's no magic on Midgard so we heal with other means. The metal rod helps keep my bones in place to heal, and the cast keep me from moving them. My dad has one in his arm."

"Interesting, sounds painful, but interesting," the man nodded. "Well, you won't need the rod after this. If you would like we can heal the bones, and remove the rod."

"Will you be able to do it without cutting open my leg?" The two other healers looked up at her and shook their head. "Of course not. I think I'll wait until I get back to Midgard for that one, but I'll take the healing. It's better than having a still broken leg."

The man glanced at her as the others worked on her leg. He smiled a little. "You have tremendous courage, especially for one from Midgard."

"I come from an amazing family," she smiled a little. "Sometimes my mom calls my dad the God of Courage," she chuckled a little. "My name is Anya, by the way."

"I'm Kasir," he smiled. "Let's heal your leg and I'll take you to see our King."

Hela smirked, sitting on top of a broken ice pillar, resting her chin in her hand. Loki was panting, leaning against a build up of ice. He was his usual pale self again, but she could see the shake in his arms. She glanced over to the side and saw Laufey's head a few feet away from his body. Waving her hand he disappeared, but Loki didn't notice.

"Loki? Did you want to try and talk to him again?" She could hear the growl in his throat and smirked. "Well, you're still capable of some emotions and can understand me. You must be really hanging onto your sanity." She waved her hand again and Laufey stepped through the mist again. "Maybe this time you can have that heart to heart. Maybe move past all the times that you've had to kill him."

She couldn't help it, she actually giggled at herself as Laufey launched at Loki. She enjoyed being in charge of Hel and the dead.

Loki gasped when he was slammed chest first into the ice. "I should have known you would be no good when you almost killed my wife with your birth," Laufey hissed into his ear. "Tainted with unnatural magic."

"Dear brother, did you tell him what your magic is now?" Hela called out. "Did you tell your birth father that you've been changed and tainted by the fae?"

Laufey actually laughed before throwing Loki to the ground. He rolled and stopped on his side. "You had yourself turned into a pet? Captured by a Changeling?"

"Oh no, captured by one of pure Fae, one of the firsts." Loki rolled over onto his back and started to push himself back up when someone grabbed him by the back of his neck, pulling him to his feet. "Yes, him! Laufey, meet Gauton."

Loki's eyes widened and he reached up trying to grasp the hand. "My my, you have been a very bad boy," a voice whispered into his ear. "There is a long time to catch up on, and a lot of punishment. Pet, you killed me, that just can not be overlooked."

Hela stepped into his view, grinning. "Who don't you disappoint, Loki? Can you be sure that you haven't disappointed your Midgardian? Perhaps that is why he hasn't come to save you, why no one has come in fact."

"They must think that he deserves his punishment, obviously." Lanhr walked behind Hela, stopping at her shoulder. Laufey stepped behind her other side, all three smiling at Loki.

"I must say, that on some level, I'm not disappointed in you, Pet." Gauton put Loki down, his hand moving to grip Loki's shoulder. "I'm not disappointed that you killed me, I'm a little impressed actually. Not that it won't stop me from punishing you."

"Aw, how sweet." Hela grinned, baring her teeth, canines prominent. "Would you consider Gauton a father figure? I mean, he was vitally important to the man that you became to this day. It would give you some validation, wouldn't it?" Loki had closed his eyes. "He's speechless at all the important people around him. How touching."

"I cannot morally approve of this journey," Tony and Steve followed Thor through the halls of the palace. "Hel is a very dangerous place, as you are both well aware."

"And Loki and Anya are both trapped there, we can't leave them there any longer," Tony argued. "They've been there too long already."

"I understand that as well." Thor turned to look at the two men. "They are both family, and I understand the care that you have for them, one of them is my brother, the other the granddaughter of my brother. But I would rather you give me the time to put together a plan to extract them."

"And how long would that take?" Steve asked as they started walking again.

"If you could give me a few hours I would be able to start then." Thor stopped by a door. "I will personally come and get you and we will work on rescuing them. You have my word, my friends." He put a hand on each of their shoulders and walked into the room, closing the door.

Tony let out a sigh and looked at Steve. "Go get Gabby, both of you meet me in my room in half an hour."

"Where are you going?" Steve asked, frowning a little.

"To secure us some transport to Hel." He shrugged and turned, walking away quickly.