Tokyo wasn't the only place that it was snowing. Hel looked out the window of her hall in Helheim, surprised at the snowy white flakes that fell onto the ground. She hadn't seen snow since before she was taken from Jotunheim and her mother. A soft smile spread over her lips and she sighed softly, happily. Snow was so cleaning and peaceful, giving Niflheim a sense of innocence.
She looked up from her contemplating the snow outside, surprised to see her trusted friend, Modgud enter. The other woman had a displeased look on her face and she was obviously trying to hold her anger in. "They're here, my lady."
"They?" Hel asked, and then gave a naughty little giggle that had even Modgud shudder. "Oh yes…about time!" It was time for a little payback and she was really looking forward to all this.
The daughter of Loki led the way to her throne room, where she couldn't help but stop and stare in disbelief. The pair that she'd been looking forward to meeting (torturing) were in attendance, though neither of them seemed to notice the entrance of the Queen of the Dead.
Odin stood before in the center, his long black robe caressing his skin. Even dead he was a striking figure. His long silvery hair fell around him, pooling on the floor. At the moment, he was glaring daggers at the young man next to him.
The younger man made Hel's heart beat faster and she all but swooned at the sight of him. The god of light, Baldur. He was so handsome…and so diabolical! He made her heart race like no one else could!
"This is all your fault!" Odin whined, glaring at his son. He couldn't believe that he'd allowed Baldur to do this to him. He was the rule of Asgard, for crying out loud!
"Oh shut up, old man! You're the one to blame for it all!" Baldur seethed, his fists clenched at his sides. He looked nothing like Odin, taking after mostly from his mother, the Lady Frigg.
"Me? I'm not the little ass that decided that he wanted "revenge" and that he'd do it by invading MY BODY!" Odin screeched. Hel was very impressed. She hadn't thought that Odin COULD screech. Then again, if all the stories her father had told were true…
Baldur winced, putting a finger in his ear to wiggle away the ringing that had started from Odin's screech. "You sound like a little girl when you do that! Gah! To think you're my father! No wonder I'm so fucked up!"
"Well, at least we agree on that point! How could you do that to me?! Your own father! You're nothing but a worthless son, Baldur! You always were difficult…Frigg coddled you too much! Dressing you up like a little girl, playing dolls and using makeup…those aren't manly endeavors! You're a little pansy ass!"
"Pansy! I am not! You take that back!" Baldur's bottom lip trembled and little alligator tears formed and spilled on the ground. "Daddy's mean!"
Hel sweat dropped and nearly fell over. Gah! But they were so stupid! How could Asgard have survived with these two at the helm?! Still…he was awfully cute when he pouted like that…
Maybe she could get him under the mistletoe this time. He was cute and she could certainly forgive a small thing like him trying to kill her father.