"This is where we go our separate ways," Hela announced once the three were outside.

"Thanks for the help," smiled Yelena. "Let's go on a little trip now, kid," she smiled.

Natasha stared down at her left hand. Shortly after Alexei had left, her hand thawed out and the blue began to fade. Loki had warned her that a Frost Giant's touch was dangerous. She figured that Alexei hadn't done much damage since he was new to the Jotun form. Her son's scarlet eyes left her haunted. Loki had spoken to her about the possibility of their son being a Frost Giant, but he was unsure. He wanted to wait until Alexei was just a little bit older to have that talk. Look where waiting had gotten them now… Natasha's hand formed a fist. This was all Yelena's fault. She may not have been able to find Loki now, but she knew where Yelena was going…

….

"It's just you and I now, Loki." Hela wickedly grinned as she approached the god. He was just where he last left her. The two were inside her palace in the distant realm, Hel. "Tonight proved that your son is just like us."

He tensed up at her words. "A Jotun?"

"Yes." Hela led him over to her dimly lit bedroom.

"You said he would stay with Natasha!" he angrily reminded her.

"We all lie, Loki. You, especially. Your poor, poor boy was so upset."

"Shut up!" he hissed. "What happened?!" he demanded as he grabbed her arm.

"Oh," Hela smiled, "save the anger for the bed, darling."

"Hela!" he growled through clenched teeth. "Tell me!" he ordered. "Tell me what happened!"

Hela slapped his hand away and went to sprawl across her canopy bed. "He grew angry at your wife and suddenly transformed."

"Is Natasha alright?" he wondered, knowing how dangerous a Jotun's touch could be.

The woman rolled her eyes as she lay on her side. "More heartbroken than anything."

"Where is Alexei?"

"Off with Yelena. She's off to some other foreign land." A smile played upon her lips. "Your boy is foolish, Loki-must be from his mother," she added, "the poor thing thinks going with Yelena will make him 'normal.'"

His brows furrowed in confusion. "Where did she take him?"

"I'm unsure…"

"Hela…" Loki approached the bed and made a grab for her arm, only to have Hela pull him in by the lapels of his Asgardian attire.

"She mentioned some place your wife went to," she continued, her lips dangerously close to Loki's.

His eyes widened as he realized what she meant. The Red Room. "No," he breathed.

"Are you scared, darling?" Hela wondered. "Allow me to make you feel better." She pressed her lips against his.

Loki grabbed the woman by the shoulders and pushed her mouth away from his.

"Don't be that way," she crooned. "You used to like this…" The Midgardian clothing she had been previously wearing vanished, except for her cloak which hung over her shoulders and loosely twisted around her arms. She locked her ankles together behind Loki's back. "Make love to me like you used to," she said playfully.

"Hela-…"

"Don't you want to see your wife again?" she whispered into his ear. "Think of how lost she is without her husband and son. Whatever will she do?"

Loki was certain that Natasha was going to run off to find Alexei. He grew fearful as he wondered what would happen to her if she ventured off to the Red Room alone. She couldn't even think about the place without getting sick… "You have to promise…"

"All I'm asking from you, Loki, is for your love, and to help me conquer all the realms," she said simply enough.

"Isn't that too much?" he asked.

"I'll do whatever it takes to bring your old self back, Loki," she said as she pulled at the belts across his middle.

"How will you know when you've accomplished that?" he asked in a lifeless tone.

She grabbed his hair, drawing his face closer to hers. "When you've killed everyone you loved."

He stared down at her with empty eyes.

"Let me prove to you that you don't need that woman in your life, Loki. I'll make you remember that it's me you need." She pressed her full lips against his as a hand snaked its way down his pants. "Give in, Loki," she breathed as she gave his cock a gentle squeeze.

He clenched his jaw to stifle a grunt.

"Remove everything, Loki," she droned. "Let me make you remember me…"

Loki grabbed the woman's neck, choking her. "I don't love you, wench!" he hissed.

"Then shall I be the one to kill Natasha? I can go back there right now…" She was pleased with the hurt look in her partner's eyes. "She's probably desperate right now. Surely, she'd welcome death."

Loki grasped her windpipe tightly as he made his clothes vanish. "Do not speak of Natasha in that way!" he warned her.

Hela gave him a look of satisfaction. "Take that anger and frustration out on me, Loki. You know you want to…"

His hand moved from her neck down to her hips. Without any warning, he thrust himself inside of her, making her cry out in a pleasured scream.

With every violent thrust, she dug her sharp nails into his back and chanted his name in a plea for more.

Shame coursed through Loki's veins. All he could think about was Natasha and how he was hurting her by subjecting himself to Hela's whims. Every time he heard Hela moan his name, his anger heightened and he grew more violent, as if trying to tear the woman apart from the inside out.

"S-So rough, Loki," she gasped.

He had to clench his teeth to stifle a moan as he felt himself about to cum.

The goddess reached up to touch his face. She pulled on his hair until his lips pressed to hers.

"Hela," he grunted as their mouths parted.

"My Loki." She stared into his eyes, her breathing labored.

Loki's gaze softened as he focused on her face. With a final thrust, he spilled inside of her and collapsed onto the bed beside her, panting.

"Wasn't that fun, darling?" she asked once her breathing evened out.

His gaze shifted to the ring on his finger.

"I'll take your silence as a yes," she said, kissing his cheek. "Now rest, Loki. Tomorrow, we prepare for war."

He leaned in to rest his head on Hela's pillow. His breath cool against her bare skin as he spoke. "I want our army's first stop to be Russia."

Hela's smile widened. "So you agree to help me?"

"Only on that one condition," he corrected her.

"And why is that, exactly?" she wondered.

"Because..." A look of determination filled Loki's eyes. "That's where they're headed- Alexei and Natasha. I want to kill them myself."

"Oh?" she asked in surprise.

"I've missed you, Hela. Being with you again made me realize that…" He ran his fingers through her long black hair.

"I'm going to need more proof, Loki."

He pulled the ring off of his finger and made it disappear. "Is that enough for you?" He wrapped his arms around her.

"Yes," she giddily replied.

Natasha pulled her phone from her pocket. "Nick?" she asked into the phone. Her voice was shaking slightly as she spoke. "I need a jet ready. Now."

"What's happened, Agent? We're on red alert here…"

"Yelena took Alexei."

The Director was silent for a moment. "Where's Loki?"

She squeezed her eyes shut to hold back the tears. "With Hela."

"That explains her location..." There was a silence. "She's been missing from her cell as of a few hours ago. Where are they?"

"Nowhere we can get to, Sir," she answered. "She's helping Yelena, though. Right now, I need a jet ready."

"Where are you going?"

"The Red Room," she answered. "Yelena's taking Alexei there now… They might even be there if Hela's helping." She cringed at the thought.

"I'll get a jet ready and have Agent Barton ready."

"No!" she warned him. "I'm going alone."

"You know I can't let you do that, you-…"

"I need to do this alone, Sir," she icily warned him. "This is my son! It's Yelena! We've fought before…"

Fury remained silent for a moment. He was more concerned with sending her alone to the place that left her traumatized. "Alright," he agreed.

Natasha ended the call and hung her head. She never thought she would have to return to that place ever again… But she had to do this for her son's sake. She wouldn't allow for him to be scarred just as she had been… There was a subtle cling as something fell against the tile. She looked up to find a gold ring lying on the floor before her. Natasha didn't need to pick it up to know whose it was. She grabbed it and held it in her hand as she hurried to get a bag ready for her mission.