A/N: I'm so so so evil. And yet, I'm not ashamed.
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 followed Kasir to a private study, limping slightly. She thought the man had been just a healer but it turned out that he was a personal aide to the King, Sirtan. She walked in and bowed slightly to the man sitting behind the desk.
"So this is the Midgardian?" The older man looked up and leaned back in his chair a little. "what is your name young one?"
"Anastasia Rogers, sir," she answered in a clear tone. Although she had never been up to Asgard, she had been taught at least some of the courtesies for royalty. "Sir, I did not come with bad intentions, I'm actually here by a mistake."
"A mistake?" Sirtan frowned a little.
"I can assume a spell gone wrong," Anya rubbed the back of her head a little. "Sir, I have a request to go along with an explanation." Both men raised an eyebrow at her, and Sirtan nodded for her to continue. "I came from Hel, my Uncle was saving me after being kidnapped by Hela."
Sirtan held up a hand. "There was a lot of information in just that one sentence."
"Yes, I'm aware." She took a breath. "I am unaware of the entire story, it started a while before I was born, but Hela holds a vendetta against my family, my uncle in particular."
"Who is your Uncle?" Kasir asked first.
"Um, well, I feel I should use his official title." Sirtan raised his eyebrow quizzically again. "Let me see if i can get this right. My Uncle is Loki, Prince of Asgard, son of Odin, and brother of King-"
"King Thor of Asgard?" Kasir's eyes widened a little. "He's your Uncle?"
"Well, my Great Uncle to be technical. My grandfather is Balder of Asgard." She looked between the two men. "I know this is important, I know, but I'm not here in a royal capacity. I've been here for almost three days, meaning he's been in Hel for the same amount of time. The travel portal he had cast was interfered with by Hela and I landed here. My Uncle sacrificed his own safety to make sure that I escaped, and-"
"You would ask that we aid you in rescuing him?" Sirtan stood up from his chair. "I can not offer that kind of help-"
"No, I'm asking that you aid me in sending me back to Hel to find him," Anya interrupted him.
"I also can not do that." The King shook his head. "That would be sending you to your own demise."
"And I can not in good conscience sit here while I know that my Uncle is in danger." Anya gave him a hard look.
"Did you know that you have two prominent streaks of white in your hair?" Anya tucked some of her hair behind her ear as he mentioned it. "Do you know what that means?" She shook her head. "You have been touched by Death, spent too much time in the realm of the dead. I can not send you back there because you should not spend anymore time there."
Anya blinked then frowned. "What would happen if I went back?"
"If you went back, and it lasted more than a day," Kasir started, "there is a high possibility that you would not be able to leave there." Anya looked back at him, swallowing a little. "Being of both Aesir blood and Midgardian blood, the effect might be different, but no less severe."
Anya blinked and looked down. She was being told that she couldn't go back, couldn't help her Uncle, for her own safety.
"I'm sorry, my dear," Sirtan said quietly. "Now you see why I can not allow you to go back there. Kasir will show you to a room, and I will contact Asgard so that you can safely return home." he walked over and gently touched her arm. "I am sorry that I can not help your family, Lady Anastasia."
She nodded a little and Kasir put a hand on her arm. She bowed at the waist and followed Kasir down the hall. She noticed that Kasir was several inches taller than her, just like her dad, and his light brown hair was pulled back at the nape. She noticed that although his job titles inferred that he didn't see anything in the way of fighting that he had some muscles under his shirt.
"Kasir?" He turned his head to look at her as they walked. "Um, I know it might be a silly request, but is it possible that you could change my hair color?"
"I'm sorry, but I can not remove the white in your hair. They are-" He stopped when anya shook her head.
"No, that's not it," she smiled at him a little. "This black isn't my natural hair color, I changed it, it's actually blonde."
"Can you not just undo the spell?" Kasir opened a door and let her walk in first. She walked in and blinked. The room was quite large with a bed larger than the one she used to climb into with her parents when she was little. The room was decorated in teals and gold.
"Um, no," she pulled her eyes away from the room to look at him. "It's not actually a spell. We don't have spells like that on Earth. We use chemicals and dyes to change our hair."
"Interesting," Kasir nodded. He walked over to open a door showing her the bathroom and pulled open the curtains. The sun was about to set and she walked over to the balcony. "I believe that I can find a spell to remove the artificial color, yes."
"Wait," she called out to stop him before he left the room. "I know that you're not just a healer or a personal aide, you've seen some action. So you know all about taking risks to protect others. And I think you know where I'm going with this."
Kasir sighed and nodded a little. "I advise you to think carefully about this. The risks are very high."
"I'm aware," she nodded. "My Uncle risked a lot, he and my other Uncle both risked it. I'm the reason he's there in the first place." Anya took a breath and looked at him. "I've caused my family a lot of grief lately, and I want to help make things right."
Kasir watched her closely for a moment before nodding. "I'll go and get that spell for your hair first. Then we'll talk about how to go about this."
"Thank you, Kasir. Truly."
"You know what I like? That your hands are like motion sensors." Gabby and Steve glanced at Tony. "What? I'm just saying." Gabby's hands were glowing blue, to warn them when someone came near so they wouldn't get caught unaware.
They walked through the mist of Hel that Hela liked to cloak her realm in. Tony knew that Hela would find them, but he really just wanted to get out of there. Heimdal was watching them, after Tony had gone and had a talk with him. He was unaffected by any of Tony's charms, any of his tactics, but he did want to see Anya and even Loki come back safe from Hela. Once they found the two of them Heimdal would assist in a speedy exit.
"Wouldn't it be faster to call out to her?" Gabby and Steve were now glaring at him. "Ooh god, you've got that joint parent glare."
"Then take it for what it is, and shush," Gabby told him.
"You know, I'm older than you, and I'm your uncle," Tony retaliated.
"And I'm older than you, Tony," Steve told him. "And I knew your father."
"Now it's just getting weird." Steve rolled his eyes. Gabby stopped and held up her hand as it started to blink and Steve gripped his shield.
"You give me a headache." They head Hela's voice. Moving ahead a little more they saw her sitting on a block of ice, rubbing her head with a hand. "I'm kind of surprised that it took you this long to come here, but I suppose I shouldn't be, I'm sure you had to work tooth and nail to find a way down here." She turned her eyes towards them. "So how can I help you?"
"You know damn well what we want," Steve barked out.
"Tsk tsk, the good Captain has a foul mouth on him." Hela clicked her tongue and shook her head. "Well, I'm afraid I can only help you with one of the things you came here for. And really at that point, you're probably going to have a custody battle on your hands."
"What are you talking about, hag?" Tony looked at her, hand flexing around his portable repulsor.
"The girl left a while ago. I assume she didn't make it back to Midgard, so I did interrupt that spell correctly." She seemed to be talking more to herself before she looked back at the trio. "She wouldn't be able to travel again for a few days so she could be back home by now."
"Where's Loki?" Tony took a step forward.
"He's been visiting with some important people in his life. Would you like to see?" She smiled and motioned behind her. The mist started to clear and Tony tensed, his jaw tightening and he locked down his emotions. Lanhr was leaning against the same ice block and smirked.
"It's been a while pet." He chuckled when Tony didn't react. "Perhaps after you see this you'll reconsider the fate I had for you. It would keep you closer to your lover, after all." Behind him they saw Loki sitting on his knees, his legs folding underneath him, head down, arms at his sides. Then they saw the chain leading from his neck to the hand of an old man, elf like but something was different.
Tony's eyes widened a little when it clicked. "Oh fuck," he whispered. Fire filled his eyes then, anger and rage radiating from him. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy killing you all."
"That won't be so easy," Laufey said as he stepped up behind Loki. "We're already dead."
"And you're in my land," Hela said, smirking. "I can keep bringing them back over and over again. How do you think I broke him? This will be fun."