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Chapter 21
(*Okay, so, just a heads up, yes, earlier today, 3/12/2022, I did post chapter 21 and soon went back and deleted said chapted because I was an idiot and forgot to finish the chapter when I thought I had it finished, but I'm a crazy person and added like three more pages, so, this is the offical and very finished chapter 21. Sorry about the confusion, enjoy:) Pleasee leave your opinions in the review section if you'd like, I do enjoy hearing from you all about your thoughts on the story. Have a wonderful day/night!)
UPDATED: 3/15/2022
Panic filled her as she looked below them, the woman was making way real quick, her arms around Loki tightened, rather than her long black hair from before, it looked as if she had multiple black antlers on her head. It made her think of a demon riding up from Hell. "Uh, Loki?"
Looking down to the woman who he remembered as a child, Loki looked down where she was looking and his heart thundering in his chest, looking to Bianca again then up to his brother, Loki sighed grabbed her waist, "Jump,"
"What! You're insane!" She snapped at him.
"Just trust me!" Loki snapped back, "Put your foot on my knee, there," he instructed, putting her hands on his shoulders he cracked a sad smile at her, "You know, when mother told us you were by several means our sister, I wanted to go back to bring you home," he admitted sadly, "You grew up, and we all missed it."
"Loki!" Thor called down, he'd looked down to see if there was anything wrong, but he found Hela making her way to them. And she was bee-lining for Loki and Bianca, "Toss her up to me, Loki!"
"Now, jump!" Loki ordered, helping her as she leaped off him and up to Thor, drawing his daggers, but he hadn't lasted long when Hela dodged him far too easily, grabbed him by the throat, and kicked him out of the Bifrost's gateway.
When her hand grabbed ahold of Thor's she saw the smile of relief, only to be washed away upon his brother being forced from the Bifrost gateway.
He watched with sinking fear for his brother as he was forced out of the gateway and thrown into space, to where he may never know, possibly to his eternal death this time. The thought filled him with anger. Loki was his to pumble on for a while, because of him Odin was gone, the banishment and the stripping of their father's power was the cause of Loki's banishment of him. All so Loki could sit on a throne. But Loki was still his brother, and he'd never wish death upon Loki. Even when Loki had wanted him death hundreds of times. "LOKI!" he called after his brother, pulling Bianca up into his arm, he held her close as Hela moved to attack him.
Seeing the woman coming up, Bianca kicked out at her, shocked her attack had sent the woman back, "Back off!" she shouted. But the smirk the woman gave her sent a fearful shiver through her she had never felt before. "Thor?" she asked him, wanting answers as fast as she could get them.
"I am sorry," Thor said, looking at the girl in his arms, she'd grown, as in really grown, by their Asgardian Laws she was a woman now, by Earth Laws she was still likely a child. "Warn them," he told her then threw her up further into the gate.
She screamed, reaching out for him as he threw her up further into whatever this thing was, and it took her further and further from him. She could do nothing. She had none of her weapons on her, she was forced to watch the woman fighting Thor for as little long as he had lasted up against her before he too was gone. Forced out into, what she was assuming, Space. "THOR!" When she was spat out, she was flung out and hit a hard, golden floor, rolling as she landed.
"What the hell?"
Lifting herself up she looked around then towards the gateway she had been spat out from, "Close it!" Bianca screamed, "She's coming!"
"Who is coming, and who are you?" A man's booming voice called from the center of the golden room, his hands around a sword in a type of Sheath or something, she thought of The Sword and The Stone, Escalaber being stuck in the Stone for centuries before Arthur pulled it free. But, they were not Roman mythology, these people came from Norse Mythology type of thing. Meaning, this was Asgard.
Shaking her head she stood from her fallen place, taking the offered hand of one of the men who'd come to her aid and attempted to check her over, "Name's Bianca, but she forced them out of that thing, whatever it is, she's coming," she repeated, "You have to-"
"Who are you! What have you done with Thor!" the man shouted with demand, picking up an ax as he moved to ready himself for a right. But he was cut down quickly by her throwing a kind of magical dagger into his chest.
When the blond man moved to attack the woman, he too was cut down quickly, two daggers being embedded in his chest.
Horror-filled, Bianca ran to him, hoping he was alive. Feeling a thin hand and nail lace through her long hair and yank her back up onto her feet, Bianca shouted out from the pain that burned her scalp as the woman angled her head back, making her expose her throat as the woman grinned down at her. Her antlers and leather-looking helmet dropped and returned to her long black hair. "Hello, daughter of Brenna…" the woman said with a smirking grin down "I suppose that makes me your godmother. I am Hela. Your mothers' best friend. Tell me, where is Brenna?" Hela asked her.
She tried to remove Hela's hand from her hair, the woman's grip was immense! Sucking in a pained breath when her hair was once again pulled, Bianca rangled shout, "You're hurting me," she breathed painfully through her words. She swore she was losing hair from this woman's powerful grip.
"Tell me where your mother is! Did my father- oh for all of the gods' names, stay down!" Hela snapped, readying to throw another dagger that formed out of her hand, aiming it to run the redheaded and bearded man's chest a second time.
"Stop! Please! My mother's dead! Okay, she's dead," Bianca shouted with panic, "Please, please, don't-don't kill him," she begged, looking up to the woman's cold blue eyes, the way they faltered, and a world of remorse filled her.
That was impossible, she couldn't be dead… But she'd have come, her blood pact she had made with Hela would have made her come. Even her children, mostly her firstborn, or the strongest of her line had the woman had children. And with the arrival of just this woman, Hela knew she wasn't lying. Steeling herself she looked to the dying man who'd branded his ax at her, then back to the woman she held captive. "Very well," she said, retracting her Necroblade and releasing the woman. Looking her over, she raised a brow. She was very lovely. Fit, trained to fight, and she had her mother's heart, but there was something else she felt from the woman. And she smirked the second she recognized it. "Frigga's power runs through you as well, I look forward to this story. But those clothing will not do, very inappropriate for a Princess of Asgard," she said, opening her palm towards her, and waved her fingers in a wave motion. She grinned with a nod of approval at the dress that glamored across the woman's body, replacing the gods' awful outfit she wore previous and now standing in a pale blue-ish purple gown of silk. The long sleeves were cut open and cuffed around her wrists. The gown was loosely fitting a tent if anyone were to describe it truly, with a small slit up the right side and stopping just at her knee, long and softly trailed the ground just a little, her strange shoes were removed, leaving her barefoot. "Much better," Hela said, then turned to the bald man standing there just watching with total shock of what the hell was going on. She softly chuckled when he dropped the mop and raised his arms up a little.
"I-I'm just the jani'or," Skurge told the woman. She was frightening, and he truly did not want to die. Not today that was for a fact.
Grinning at him with amusement, Hela sighed, "Well, you look like a smart boy with good survival instincts." She said to him as she approached the man. "How would you like a job?" she asked him.
Seeing their distractions on one another, Bianca slowly stepped towards the man who was currently laying there on the steps of the centerpiece, the Sword resting in the stand. 'So, it's a key then?' she thought to herself as she checked the blond, sadly, she found the man dead. Knowing there was nothing she could do for a dead man, she moved to the red-haired and bearded man, thankfully he was very much alive, but he wouldn't be for long. Smiling sadly to him, she gently held the back of his head and looked at the blade in his chest. If she removed it, he'd still die, she had nothing here to help the man.
Turning to find the woman at the dying man's side, Hela rolled her eyes and flung her hand out towards her, a silver diamond chain extending out from her hand and around the woman's throat. Pulling her down from Hofund and the Bifrost's key and lock, pulling her from Himinbjorg and down the Rainbow bridge. "Struggling will only make this worse, my dear," Hela told her. Stopping as she went, Hela sighed and turned to the woman struggling, "What is your name?" she asked.
Bianca bit her tongue from answering the woman as she glared at her, her hands gripped around the thin diamond collar around her neck and held firmly in her hand, "I'd say go to Hell, but I know that wouldn't make much difference to you," Bianca told the woman.
Chuckling at her, Hela raised a brow at her, "I like you," she said then looked over to the man, "What was your name again?" she asked.
"Uh, Skurge, madam," he answered.
Nodding, Hela looked back to the woman, "Hm, Skurge, did she give a name when she came through?" she asked.
Looking between the two women, Skurge felt uncertain, the redhead was surely angry, the glare she was giving Hela was one he really did not want to have directed at him. "Um, Bi-Bianca, I believe, ma'am," Skurge answered. And right there, he was on the receiving end of her cold, steeling glare. Clearing his throat, Skuge stepped back and looked away from the woman. "Definitely related to the house of Odin," Skurge mumbled.
Laughing, Hela returned to walking down the bridge, pulling Bianca along behind them, "Yes, yes she is," she said with slight admiration. She was impressed after all. She had kicked Hela back from attacking her and Thor, that was impressive enough for someone like this woman. And the glare was rather impressive as well.
Making their way through Asgard and towards the Palace when the entire Einherjar surrounded them. Handing the chain over to Skurge, Hela sighed, "Don't let that go," she told him and walked out to meet the massive army, her smile growing as she introduced herself and went on into a speech for them.
Bianca sighed with dread for them when their Leader spoke back.
"Whoever you are, whatever you have done, surrender now. Or we will show you no mercy,"
Fought they all had, and no mercy had been given to any of them. Not even their leader when he'd stood, all his warriors dead, then killed himself in the end. She'd looked away as she'd impaled the man. She was forced to walk around with Skurge leading her around the dead bodies, he'd done as Hela had said, he hadn't let go of the chain, whatever this thing was.
"Let's go see my palace," Hela said, taking the chain and leading Bianca along, Skurge following slightly behind Hela and looking over his shoulder to Bianca every now and again. "So, what are you gonna do with her?" Skurge asked her curiously.
"I'm going to keep her," Hela told him obviously. "A bit of training in manners is needed obviously, but other than that she is perfectly fine."
Her belly burned and filled with anger at how the woman had spoken of her as if she was a pet to be kept. It made her angry and sick, "I am no one pet," Bianca growled.
Laughing at the woman, Hela sighed, "No, obviously not, you are Brenna's daughter. You will learn your place here soon, your mother was a marvelous healer, and a fierce warrior, you will be taught, you will learn, and you will give me power over the realms."
Scuffing at the woman, Bianca tried to pull the chain off from around her throat, but it wouldn't budge. "And why would I help you accomplish that?" she demanded with irritation, grunting when Hela grinned and pulled her into her and grabbed her chin in a firm hold.
Grinning down at the woman as she held her chine, "Because, daughter of Brenna, your mother was my anchor to Asgard. You don't need to fight by my side, I need you here, in Asgard. Where you are safe."
"Odin said you wanted Brenna for yourself, said no one was ever good enough to marry my mother," she accused, seeing where her nerves were, and clearly her mother just happened to be one of those nerves, Odin and his sons seemed to be a nerve she might not want to touch just yet. But her mother, that was a curious nerve that Bianca wanted to pick at for a little while.
A corner of her lip twitched, "Of course he'd think that, but he is entirely wrong. Your mother was the only friend I had, the only person who truly cared about me, cared for my wounds-"
"That warrior put a spear through you not ten minutes ago and you seem very uninjured to me."
Chuckling at her defiance, Hela sighed and looked closer into her, the fire she saw in her, a burning fire that was a spark of forbidden life. In the moment of realizing what the fire was, Hela's grin fell into a grimace, "Come with me," she growled, pulling Bianca along.
She stumbled up the steps of the Palace, her eyes wide at how glorious and absolutely lovely beyond any form of words that she could describe, the grand hall was even more astonishing. However, as they arrived at the Palace the warriors that charged them had frightened Bianca, they'd even tried attacking her. When three of the Warriors aimed to strick her down she held her hands out, "No, wait!" she screamed.
An opal-colored blast escaped her palms and body, sending them all back away from her and her knocking her off her feet and skidding across the floor. Her power had rippled out through the throne room, knocking everyone off their feet, slamming into one another, a wall, pillars, and falling unconscious to the floors. All but Hela was sent down.
Skurkge groaned as he sat up, shaking his dizzy head a bit from the shockwave that had knocked him back. Seeing the others unconscious, he assumed it was only because he just happened to make it behind a pillar. But part of her power had clipped him and sent him down to the ground.
Smirking as she approached the dazed woman, her vision likely spinning from the power she had just released. "Well now, I must say that was very helpful, thank you, my dear." She told her, kneeling by Bianca and helping her up to her feet.
She stood on unsteady feet looking around her to the unconscious warriors and felt panic fill her. Thinking she had killed them, she dropped by one of the closer warriors and searched for a pulse, then the next few. She was filled with relief that the ones she was checking had pulses. Looking up to the chuckle the woman gave her for her behavior, Bianca could see the coldness just bleeding out of her. "How is this funny to you?" she whispered up to the woman with disbelief.
Suddenly laughing at the woman, Hela sighed and grabbed her arm, pulling her back to her feet, "My dear, I haven't had a fight in ages, I find this whole thing amusing," Hela admitted. She wasn't lying, she enjoyed a good fight. Staring into the woman's shining and gorgeous eyes, Hela smirked, "And I have to say, I hope you do not disappoint me. I can see a fire in you,"
Breathing a chuckle at the woman, Bianca stepped back from her, "Well, then I hope you won't be so disappointed when I burn you with it," Bianca responded. But all she got was a laugh of amusement and continued her way into the grand hall.
Not having much choice but to walk after Hela and Skurge, Bianca looked around the rest of the hall as they entered, then looked up. She was awestruck once again. The art had a type of slow-moving illusion in some places. The art along the ceiling told the story of Asgards past, with Odin, Thor, Frigga, and Loki, the peace treaties, everything. Though, she had to say she'd have thought it would have been more… Well, a bit more chaos told than this, this made her think of the Roman and Greek mythologies and their art.
Hela was left speechless, angry at the depictions she was seeing across the ceiling of the throne room, "Does no one remember me? Has no one been taught our history? Look at these lies! Goblets and garden parties? Peace treaties! Odin," she growled, "Proud to have it! Ashamed of how he got it!" she snarled. Throwing several of her Necroblades up into the ceiling to bring it down. She wrapped her arm and cloak around Bianca when the woman softly gasped and ducked her head, so, Hela shielded the woman as she shrugged up her shoulders and tried to cover her head, to avoid getting clobbered on the head by the falling stone ceiling. Being Brenna's daughter, Hela knew she wouldn't let any harm come to the girl. She would secure it.
Once all of the stone was done falling, Bianca breathed as easily as she could, looking around her feet and the other two to examine the fallen ceiling pieces around them, and she found the faces of Odin, Loki, Thor, and a side painting of a blonde woman. Kneeling to the floors, Bianca looked at the woman's turned face and gently brushed her hand over it. She felt something tingling up through her fingertips and up her arm into her chest and short flashes of memories and emotions flashed through Bianca's mind and heart. Images of Odin, of Hela, and the fear she felt for the woman's destiny, was astonishing. Bianca could see the fire Frigga had witnessed both Hela and Odin cause, then came Hela's banishment and that of Bianca's own mother, Brenna, buried on Midgard as Alice.
Bianca could see the day Frigga wedded Odin, the amount of love she felt for him, the birth of her son, and then she witnessed Odin returning with an infant in his arms and handing the babe to Frigga, "Loki, his name, is Loki," Odin's voice echoed in Bianca's mind, a tear rolling down her cheek at the happiness Frigga had felt as she held the crying babe in her arms with their own born son. Memories of Thor and Loki running through the halls of their home, outside and in the gardens, playing with the other children, and a beautiful young blonde girl whose screams later echoed in her mind, her gorgeous blonde hair now gone and Loki being chided terribly for his deeds and the gift he later gave the now bald woman. But the girl had never been the same afterward. She felt the pride and joy Frigga had felt upon seeing the strong and brilliant men Thor and Loki had turned into, her deal and the spell Frigga had done with Bianca's mother in an open meadow, her cry when she had felt Brenna pass, then the echos of a baby crying. "Watch her, Heimdall, no harm is to come to her,"
"She is in safe hands, my Queen,"
Coming back to herself, Bianca softly gasped awake, two large hands gently grabbing her arms had her looking over her shoulder to Skurge and his worried look as he helped her stand. "You missed her lit'le speech," he whispered into her ear, hoping Hela didn't hear him. Though he had a suspicion that Hela had chosen to ignore him and simply gently pull on the diamond chain around Bianca's neck, pulling her from his careful hold and into a steady walk towards Odin's Vault. Skurge was awestruck by the artifacts there, but Hela continued to stick her nose up at artifacts, calling them weak, or knocking one over, discounting another for one's size but slightly complementing and taking a slight interest in one small little glowing blue cube. And Bianca recognized it as a bad taste in her mouth. 'The Tesseract,'
When Hela gasped with excitement and approached a bowl burning with fire, Bianca felt something in her belly burn along with it, but it made her feel… Ill. Almost nauseous. Something didn't feel right about that flame.
"The Eternal Flame," Hela said with awe, then turned a cheeky grin to Skurge and Bianca, "Come," Hela ordered, her hand held out for Bianca rather than forcing her to come to her.
Feeling a shiver roll through her, Bianca stepped back with a shake of her head, "N-no, I-I don't want to go near that." She gasped when Hela approached her with a disapproving scowl and grabbed the back of her head, pulling her forcefully to the flame, struggling, pleading her when the woman took hold of her wrist and led it to the flame. "Please, no!" Bianca cried, pleading her not to do it. Clenching her eyes closed, Bianca sucked in a frightened breath and turned her head away from it, not wishing to see as her flesh would obviously burn, or worse, with this likely being stored here in Odin's Valt, it might just do worse than burn her. But all she felt after a moment was warmth, no pain. Her nerves were not on end screaming in pain. Nothing. Just warmth from the heat that seemed to travel up through her body. Curious more than they would ever imagine, Bianca opened her terrified filled turquoise eyes and looked back to the bowl of flame and stared wide-eyed at the fire flickering just a little, orange heat and energy from the Eternal Flame seeped from the flame itself and into her as if she were absorbing it. Confused and shocked by all measures, Bianca released her previous breath of panic, her chest rising and falling with continued fears, still clearly frightened by the fact that she did not understand this, she looked over her shoulder to Hela who grinned wickedly at her. "A living spark from the very Flame that gives life to the dead. It seems that the dear Queen of Asgard was not so virtuous in Odin's trust." She spoke under a whisper, her smile slowly falling, "and causes me great concern for why she felt the need to use such power." Grabbing Bianca's face, she placed her thumbs just under her wide eyes, her nails suddenly sinking into the woman's flesh and flushed her power through Brenna's daughter, her screams deaf to her ears as she brought forth the truth of why such dangerous and life-stealing magic had to be used.
"I will hold no part in Hela's punishment, All-Father, please, forgive me… I choose banishment, rather than betray her. I plead for your forgiveness, Odin King," Brenna softly pleaded the Asgardian King as he stood there at his throne, watching her with his two bright blue eyes, his soon-to-be wife standing off to the side of his throne with fear on her face to her own dear friend. They had studied together under the very same Witches, Brenna, however, had been far younger than herself, but talented all her own. This event had occurred far before he'd lost his eye to Laufy, before Loki had been born or taken by Odin.
"Brenna, daughter of Lef and the Valkyrie Astrid, I banish you. For the safety of you as well as the people of Asgard. However, to ensure the safety of the people, I curse you, baron," Odin's said to her sternly, his hand being shoved into her belly and womb. The woman screamed from the pain, the betrayal of what the All-Father was doing, what he was taking from her. Hela could hear the cries of her dear friend, it made her want to cry herself, she was horrified. Odin had punished Brenna because she had refused to be a part of Hela's banishment. Choosing banishment rather than betray her, but Odin had gone further, over a line he never should have crossed. Hela felt the pains her friend had suffered over the centuries. The memories, the pain, it was all in Bianca's blood, through the magic she held in her very veins linked to both Brenna and Frigga, Hela had access to things she wouldn't have, had Odin never cursed Brenna baron. And that was more power.
Releasing Bianca, Hela stumbled back, her cold heart shattering as she listened to Frigga and Brenna's talk in the meadow.
"Frigga," she breathed a breath of relief, a smile pulled up along her sweet face, and hope-filled her.
"I hear you," she told the still ever-lasting young woman. "And I know why you ask me here, Brenna."
Hela placed a shaking hand over her belly, feeling the void in Brenna's aching womb as she had.
"I can't do this anymore…I want a child." Brenna's voice echoed in Hela's memories. "I want my husband's child. I want him to have the family he always wanted. If I could just give him something-"
"He already has you, he needs nothing else,"
"But I need this! I want this for him. For us! Please, Frigga. Help me."
"You are asking me to break my husbands' trust."
"Would you not ask me the same if you were to suffer the punishment of being cursed baron for something that was never your fault?" Brenna accused the Queen angrily.
But Hela saw the pain in Frigga's eyes, on her face as she stared down at Brenna on her knees, pleading with her. "I would," Frigga had admitted, and it left Hela shocked, stunned. Frigga had never been cold or cruel in her life, but it did not mean she was incapable of it. "And I know you would go against everything to help me, even when you turned your back on her."
"I knew what she would do! I had no choice! She was going too far! Innocent lives, children. She was my best friend, and I betrayed the only woman who ever cared about me!" Her dear friends' words were like a treacheries blade cutting through her, carving her heart from her very chest. 'No,'
"I do care about you! Like a daughter, Brenna."
"Tell me, Frigga, do your sons know of her? Do they know how your family even became rulers of the Nine Realms? Because I remember, I was there, I watched your husband proudly announcing her as his Executioner, I watched as they rode into war, slaughtering, winning those bloody battles! At least with Odin at her side, they left the innocents out of it if they could."
Hela watched Frigga as she took a painfilled breath at the threatening question. "Enough. You're asking me to do more than just betray my husband's trust, you're asking me to kill you, to let you die slowly. Painfully. You want me to help you kill yourself over a child that was never meant to be born. Do you have any idea what we will be creating with our combined magic? The cost will be more than you yourself could ever imagine." Frigga warned the desperate woman.
"Let it kill me then!" Brenna screamed.
Collapsing to the cold floors, Bianca breathed heavily as she held onto a pillar of the wall, watching as Hela stumbled back a little from her where she had dropped, and now she saw it all, the pain, the betrayal. Bianca had seen it as well. The willingness for her to die, just to have a child. But it had not ended there, a flash from Frigga had come to them, of her entering Odin's Valt, and taking some of the Eternal Flame and returning to Earth, the spell the two of them had cast, her father being present, the two clear notions that the two were cleared to have sex thereafter the spell, the borrowing of Frigga's womb from her to Brenna and the flame they had placed into Brenna's body, a spark of the Eternal Flame to give life to a child who was not meant to have been born.
Steadying herself, Hela looked from the worried and very curious Skurge watching the two women, "Is everything alright?" he asked softly.
Sucking in a deep breath, Hela looked down to Bianca, waved out her hand and grabbed ahold of the ax that appeared, and began breaking through the floor into a tomb below them, and approached the flame once again, taking part of the flame in hand with a smirk. "How would you like to see what real power looks like?" she asked them. Hearing their silence, Hela breathed a breath of freedom and relaxation as she fell back and down into the darkness.
She sucked in a gasp as Hela dropped down into the hole of the Vault and shuffled over to the deep, dark hole and watched from above as the burning orange and red light held in her hand, a sudden boom filled the chamber below them and emerald greenlit the room around, lights flickering around the tomb and the signals she saw lighting in the darkness. The growl that rumbled up through the chamber sent an ice-cold chill through her. "What the hell was that?" she whispered with a tone of fear.
"I have no idea, and I don't wanna find out either," Skurge answered softy as he watched over her head down below.
Bianca continued to stare down into the depth of the dark chamber curiously, finally taking notice that Hela was down there and Skurge was the one who held the chain and was stupidly behind her. Taking a soft and calm breath in, Bianca made a choice she figured she might just regret late. Kicking her foot back behind her into his knee, the shout of pain and shock he gave when he fell to the vault's floor had her a bit hopeful that he didn't have reflexes like the others, but that was just a hope. However, she had gotten lucky.
Shouting out in pain at her sudden attack, Skurge dropped to the floor and moved to hold his knee from the pain. She had gotten him a good one, especially in his old injury. He'd taken a hammer to his inner knee years ago, it was an injury that had not healed all too well. He was even less prepared for her to attack him again.
Taking his wrist in her hold, she locked the joints, slid on her bare feet with the silk dress sliding her along easily across the floor as she lifted and locked his arm and elbow before jamming her elbow into anterior and uncovered part of his armor at his elbows and arm ripping another shout from him and ripped the diamond chain from his hold. Once the chain had been released, it began to disintegrate from her hands and around her neck. Free, Bianca made a run down the vaulted hall and up the stairs and through the doors and back down the halls, looking for a place to escape to or hide. But the sudden trembling of the palace beneath her had Bianca worried she may have pissed that woman off.
Rolling her eyes, Hela sighed with pure annoyance, "That girl is quickly becoming a problem, and a pain in my ass," she grumbled. Smirking suddenly at thinking of something, she looked to her dear wolf, his emerald eyes shining with delight. Holding her palm up to him, Fenris resting his chin in her tiny hand compared to his massive self. "Be a darling and fetch the woman- do not eat her, she's Brenna's child." She warned the wolf. Her heart slightly warmed when Fenris's green eyes lit up at the woman's name. Brenna had been the only other person to have adored him as much as she had. "Now, be sure she does get beyond the castle walls, please," she requested to him so gently. When Fenris took off into a jumping run down the chamber and up the many steps, breaking through the doors of the chamber and wall that had ceiled them all inside and after the woman escaping.
Looking over her shoulder as she ran down the steps of the front of the palace, Bianca sucked in a breath of panic and stumbled at the massive black wolf with big, white teeth and emerald green eyes charging after her, "You have got to be kidding me! She has a fucking Giant Wolf!" she screamed, mostly to herself. Catching her footing as she stumbled over the ruble from parts of fallen buildings from the battle between Hela and the Einherjar and continued running, now she just had to figure out how she was going to outrun this thing.