Chapter 7 Home of Hela

Meanwhile, on Niflheim, the general of the army went to the leader through the thick mist, 'your highness, they have entered the royal palace of Hela, doesn't it matter?'

The leader showed a pitiful look and replied, 'it's alright, they won't survive long in there anyway.'

Everything had been peaceful.

The two fell into a peaceful dream, where everything was just nice, nobody had died, nothing was taken nor given specially.

All of a sudden Loki opened his eyes, awake from his pleasant dream.

He didn't know whether the girl sleeping beside him had put any magic into their sleep, but it was so realistic he thought everything was real. He went to a place, a universe where he knew and accepted himself as a frost giant at the very first beginning, and he was having the time of his life with his most dearly royal family in Asgard.

His brother still got his long blonde hair and red leathered cape.

His father was still sitting on their mighty throne with one of his eyes blinded.

His mother was still the gorgeous women he knew who offered him sorcery lessons and loved him with all her heart.

He wanted to be in it forever.

But then he realised, it was a dream, it was all a dream, right now he was in reality, the sullied reality, again.

Reality was cruel, he understood this even deeper when he felt the surrounding temperature was dropping fast as hell, it was cold like one of those coldest, hardest winter in Jotunheim. Through the blue glowing light Angrboda planted he took a look at the inner of the castle, thin layers of ice covered nearly every inch of walls in his sight, then he felt the breezes with his hand in the air, there was howling wind coming out from nowhere. There was not even one window in the castle.

'Angrboda! Angrboda!' he waked the girl beside him, and her eyes opened slowly.

What a nice dream.

Everything was alright, her parents were doing good with both the Asgardians and the frost giants, both races accepted their family and they brought peace to the two realms. Echidna was her close aunt who taught her fighting skills and they were good friends. Everything was good.

Everything was good until she waked.

When she realised the terrible situation they were in, she asked Loki immediately, 'did you cast a spell to my dream? Why is everything icy here?'

'I thought you cast the spell,' Loki replied to her ', and he continued, 'I don't know why it's icy here, but the temperature is constantly dropping for sure, we have to escape, or else we'll soon die in coldness.'

Angrboda braided her fishtail braid into a nice, tidy one and got up from the frozen ground, she went straight to the door they came in, and used all her strength to open the door, but she couldn't.

Loki joined her company, and they pulled the door as hard as they could, they even tried to use sorcery to open it, but the rocky door didn't even move a bit.

They looked at one another and exchanged a serious look, 'we have to find another way out before we're frozen,' Loki said to her, and Angrboda picked up the glowing blue light on the floor so it floated right above her hand, and they both changed to Jotun form to adapt to the freezing environment.

The place was too dark they could only see things around the blue glowing light, the black, metal wall was cover with a thin layer of ice while the blue light reflected on it. Unlike the Asgardian palace, the castle was plain without any decorations, everything was black and silver, everything was metals and rocks.

Where is this place? What is this place?

Loki looked around within the weak light, he had an unclear familiar feeling connected to this place, but he couldn't tell. He felt like he had been here but he had not.

He took a few steps forward, then he saw a collection of swords placing tidily in a line, on a long, rectangular table, they were all in the same style and pattern, some even had stains of blood on them.

He recognized these swords.

One of them nearly killed him.

He knew where the hell is this place now, this was the place that belonged to his sister, Hela, Goddess of Death.

They were in her home right now, he's sure that this was the north of Niflheim, which was only a river to Hel.

'We must go now,' he didn't tell her they may never have the chance to escape again.

'Our destiny has not arrived yet,' she held his hand, and she felt the sweat, she went a little upwards to the arm, and she felt the scars.

She put down her hand.

Sometimes she hated telekinesis, he didn't even need to do this with his hands.

But nevermind, she knew this way long ago.

He ignored what she did to him, and they kept going. They passed through corners and subways, walked across rotted corpses and clean skeletons, each step sounds deeper and creepier, each minute felt colder and icier. Everything was dark and dull, the blue light is their only, weak, light source. they were in darkness for too long they felt their pupils expanded, and they could see through the darkness. Their foot kept stepping forward, left after right, right after left, their steps were relentless until they saw a small source of light shining through the doorway.

Angrboda was not totally afraid, but she was too delighted to met light, she could think of nothing else but to drop the blue light on her hand and grab Loki's hand and ran towards the door.

'Wait!,' as they ran Loki shouted, he followed her and pulled her when she was standing at the edge of the door.

Her pupils expanded.

There was nothing following the doorway, they were standing at the edge of a cliff, where a lot of willow trees were planted, a lake was at the opposite of them, mists surrounded the place and they could see nothing beyond the lake and the green clinging plants on the walls.

'Darling, you really have to control your temper,' Loki said to Angrboda, and she giggled, then he continued, 'this shall be the north of Niflheim, where the treasure is hidden. Across that lake is Hel, the kingdom of the dead, and I'm pretty sure my sister had returned to there on her own destiny.'

'But where's the treasure?' Angrboda asked, she looked around the whole place, searching for something glamorous, but all she could find was but mist and fog and water and plants.

'There must be something more than that.' Loki said to himself, he grabbed a green plant in front of him and slid down the tall wall down to the grassland.

She followed him and they searched for some secret doors or anything alike down there.

Unfortunately, none of the walls was hollow.

Suddenly Angrboda gasped, pointing on a small, square door right under her feet, 'there's a door on the ground!'

Loki quickly approached her and they opened the door.

There was a vault.