Loki and Hel walked down the long halls that led to the dungeon. It was nighttime in Asgard but even then Hel could look out and see the beauty that she remembered. She felt a glimmer of something she hadn't felt in years, Peace. But that feeling darkened as they descended into the prison. Hel looked into all the dark, empty cells. They came across one that was lit. It held Sif and the Warriors Three. Sif snapped her head around when she noticed them walking by but said nothing, glaring at Hel. Hel gave a dark grin in return and kept walking. The silence was almost deafening. Finally they arrived at another lit cell. Loki turned to face Hel and held out a hand as if he were presenting a gift. She peered into the cell and saw nothing but a ragged old man sitting on the floor. She looked back at Loki in disbelief and amusement. She slowly ascended the steps to the cell.
"The great king of the Realm Eternal.." She smiled. "and look at you now." Odin looked up from under his tousled, long, gray hair but dropped his head back down. He was beaten and bloodied. "You know old man... I can see things." She began to walk along the top step, eyes still locked on her enemy. "The fall of Asgard, the rise of a new king, and.." she stopped walking. "Even your death."
Loki glanced up at her, brow furrowed slightly. He didn't know about this. He also felt a bit uneasy around his daughter. What was she planning?
Author note: Sorry its been so long! Life has gotten a bit crazy but I'm trying to write some more! This isn't a full chapter but I figured I should give you guys something new. Thank you for actually liking my story!