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Chapter 16:

When Loki had let himself go he had assumed he would die, but that assumption couldn't have been more wrong. Loki didn't die, he faded, and as he floated through the edge of the universe his mind slowly began to unwind. It had been a naïve to think he could just rid himself from the world. After all he was a god, and gods are very hard to kill.

It was strange, floating around. He couldn't tell if mere seconds or several lifetimes have passed. His mind began to turn into something a bit more menacing than what it once had been. It was still brilliant, but it was also a mess.

Before much time had actually passed none other than Hela, ruler of the dead, picked Loki from the abyss of space. She was a paradox, both stunningly beautiful and grotesquely ugly. Her left side resembled that of an animated corpse. The flesh was lifeless, the skin gaunt and ripped, and her hair was thin and gray. On the other hand, her right side was beautiful. She had dark hair, bright eyes and pale skin.

Usually she shrouded her misshapen features, but for that she required her full power, as it required a substantial amount of energy. She currently was lacking her full power since the mad titan had thought it would somehow be a good idea to steal her cloak.

That was where she had been heading, to see Thanos. He was in a place few knew about in the farthest edge of the galaxy. Hela doubted that any Asgardians knew his whereabouts for if they had they surly would have done something, at least Loki would have.

After Thanos had left Asgard unscathed, save for the lone elf whom Loki was so fond of, he had abannoed his ally Telemnar and retreated. Telemnar had been left without Thanos's army and had let Alfheim fall from his hands once again. As far as Hela knew he had been killed. Thanos retreated whilst his former ally fell from glory.

Hela did not no the purpose behind this actions. If she had been in his place she would have used the position of power to gain more territory. Instead he hid, scheming and planning something terrible that would cause chaos and death.

Hela found his infatuation with death amusing. Death was her area of expertise and she would safely state that death was not the type of women who could be easily, if ever, pleased. She tried to avoid someone who lacked the fear of death, for she would have little power over them.

At this moment though, she would have no power since Thanos had decided to steal her magic cloak. It wouldn't be unlike the titian to want to bargain with her in return for her most treasured item. She had little to offer, that she knew of and finding the lost prince was defiantly in her advantage.

Loki became vaguely aware of someone else's appearance, someone familiar.

"Hela," Loki croaked, his voice chap from disuse. "Have you finally come to take me to Hel to claim me as dead."

"No," Hela floated towards him. "I think that would be preferable to where I plan on taking you, or should I say who?"

She grabbed his face and starred into his blank, crazed eyes. Loki apparently couldn't summon the mental strength to say anything in return and lacked the physical strength to fight. He had little choice, but to be dragged along with her.

It didn't take long for them to reach their destination. At least that was the way Loki's mind perceived it, as he had been traveling so slowly, to be moving at a substantial speed was strange. Hela seemed to speed through the universe in a similar way that the bifrost sent people, Loki himself had travelled between realms this way, but never this far.

Thanos was waiting for them atop a giant mystical staircase. He turned around and grinned menacingly, but dropped the grin once he saw Loki.

"I see you brought along a friend," Thanos said.

"That is not the word I would chose," Hela said. "Prisoner is more like it." With that she wrapped her hands around his neck and scratched him deeply with her sharp nails. Loki cringed, but did not cry out. He was attempting to not show weakness.

"I presume you want to trade him for your cloak," Thanos sighed. "I had been hoping to get you to help me with…" The Titan paused as if he was deliberating whether or not he could tell her. "Retrieving the tesseract and subsequently taking over the universe, but perhaps Loki will be more useful."

"I would have helped you, but only to get my power back," Hela said. "I prefer not to entangle myself with mortals." Hela laughed, "I still can't believe such a pitiful species has such a great power."

"Exactly why I need to take it away from them," Thanos said. "Don't you agree Loki?"

"Yes," Loki said his eyes glaring at the Titan. "The mortals are weak and puny and don't deserve the power, but you stole the only thing that ever loved me."

"You will grow to corporate with me," Thanos smashed Loki with his arm and sent him flying down several stairs. "After all I can give you many things. Earth perhaps, maybe even tells you where Isil is. That is if you are good."

"I am the rightful king of Asgard!" Loki cried defiantly as he marched back up the steps. "Why should I listen to you?"

"So be it," Thanos said. "I will torture you within an inch of your sanity and then we'll see what you think. So much potential…. Hela would you care to stay and torture the prince with me."

"As long as I can have my cloak right now," Hela smiled coyly. Thanos materialized it and handed it back to her. As she put it on the deathly features of her body faded away.

"You are in for a bad time little prince," Hela chuckled.

"I am not a prince," Loki spat. "I am the king."

"Whatever," Hela sighed.