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"This is no child of Asgard!" the young Thor snorted, pointing at the shivering girl on the floor. Loki looked up at him, wild eyed, lips quivering as he shook his head in disbelief.

"Thor please!" he wailed, magic humming at his finger tips. He pushed himself to his feet, his fingers glowing green as he prepared to cast a spell, but was forced roughly back onto his knees, a guard pinning each of his arms behind his back, a third guard with a golden blade pressed to his throat.

"Thor is right, Loki," Odin muttered, casting his eyes down to the child. He felt nothing, nothing towards the child he had believed to be his granddaughter. "You birth a monster and disguise it as a child of the realm eternal. It is a disgrace. She is a disgrace!"

Bruce could feel himself almost hyperventilating, and he looked down at Lolly, who sniffed, her own little body matching the sobs of her memory, his grip on her shoulder tightening. Every single word that sprung from Odin's mouth hit Loki like a punch in the gut, and he resorted to his mindless begging. This was not the proud, ruthless Loki that they had fought in New York. This was a frantic parent, desperate to protect their young.

"Silence! You are still a child yourself Loki! You are not fit to raise a child, even one as hideous as this," Odin spat, drawing himself up to his full height. The 2 crows had returned, flying in through the window and landing either side of him. Odin looked to the doors of the throne room.

"I have sent for her to be taken from my realm, she will reside in the only place fit for her," Odin said quietly. Loki struggled against the guards, the blade of the knife drawing small droplets of blood from his throat.

"She will not survive! She is too small to leave my side!" Loki pleaded, eye glued to his little girl who was now being held at arms length by another guard.

The doors to the throne room opened, and an elderly man, accompanied by 3 ladies and a small boy drifted in through. They moved slowly, so slowly it was hard to tell that they moved at all. The man's face was skeletal, his eyes clouded with cataract, his skin a pale grey. He had long white hair that ran down his back and hung to the back of his knees and a beard longer than Odins. He wore fine robes of red and gold and a broken crown sat upon his head. The 3 ladies were identical, grey and purple skin, long silver hair down to their ankles, matching dresses of red and gold and black, gaping holes where their eyes should be. The small boy walked alongside the elderly man. He had white blonde hair and blue eyes, but his appearance was simiallar to that of Lolly's. Half of him was pink and soft, the other silver and almost emitted an unatural glow.

"Gangot," Bruce heard Lolly whisper affectionately, her green eyes fixed on the boys expressionless face.

"King Ljotr," Odin said with a bow, as the elderly man eventually reached them. He extended a fleshless hand towards little Lolly and looked up at Odin.

"This is the child?" he asked. His voice was raspy, and sounded as if it was rarely used. Odin nodded.

"She will be fine company for my son," King Ljotr agreed with a nod. He sat a weary eyes onto Loki who stared up at him, trying to silently plead with him, not to take his daughter away.

"Her name?" King Ljotr asked. He used no tone, or expression when he spoke and he gazed long and hard at Loki, his watery blue eyes never quite focusing on his face.

"Her name is Hela," Loki whispered, his eyes falling back to his daughter who had been handed to on of the eyeless ladies.

"Hela... Hmmm... She will make a fine queen someday," King Ljotr decided, turning to look at the child. He leant forward, his eyes level with Hela's. "And really very beautiful too."

Loki cast a defiant glance at Odin, who scornfully snorted and addressed the king once more.

"Then take her. Take the wretched beast from my palace and never return!"

"Wait! Please! Where are you taking her? Where are you going! Please!" Loki screamed, frantic again, not caring for the blood that now poured his throat. The king merely turned and began to slowly drift away, the ladies close behind him, little Hela looking sadly at him over one of the ladies shoulders. The little boy turned to follow, but stopped infront of Loki. Loki gazed at him, giving him one last pleading look. The boy leant forward so that his face was inches away.

"Niflheim," he whispered; and he turned to follow his company out of the halls.

The gold of the palace began to fade, and the floor began to swirl and soon they found themselves back in the interrogation room. Thor had dropped to his knees, head in his hands, shaking his head.

"Wow. You're a real dick," Tony said finally, earning a sharp nudge in the ribs by Steve.

"I'm uh... I have to..." Clint babbled, running a hand through his hair as he made a sharp exit. Lolly, or Hela, as she was now known to be, was still clinging to Bruce's leg. Thor looked up to her and crawled infront of her on his hands and knees. Once more, he lowered his head and placed his hands on her feet.

"My Queen," he said, his voice racked with guilt and pain. He looked back up to her and she gazed down at him, not with hate or malice, but pity. "My Queen, please help me to see your forgiveness!"

Hela chewed on her lip, and let out a low sigh.

"It is not my forgiveness in which you should seek, My King. For centuries, I have been able to do nothing but sit on my throne, and watch as he got sicker and sicker. And you had the stupidity to wonder why. Why he could not look you in the eye."

"Wait... you're in charge of an entire world? I mean, you're a kid! A little kid!" Tony questioned, crossing his arms and frowning. Hela turned her burning emerald gaze to him and stepped towards him, her body slowly morphing into the young woman she was when she arrived.

"I may appear young to you, Mortal, but remember that I am thousands of years older than all of you put together," she said, though her tone remained light and soft. She addressed the entire room as her clothes morphed back into the green armoured dress and hooded emerald cloak. "I must take leave, I have duties to attend. I shall return shortly, there is much discuss."

And with that she vanished in a puff of swirling grey smoke.

"You have a lot of explaining to do," Bruce said sternly to Thor, who remained kneeling on the ground, sapphire eyes brimming with tears.