Hey guys, sorry for the wait. I've been super caught up with gcse shit and had no inspiration because I was sooooo tired. I havent slept in forever, and my schedule is screwed. So yeah. Hope you enjoy!

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When Thor regained consciousness, he was slumped on the cold stone floor of the tunnel inside Hela's Palace. There was what appeared to be a severed hand on the floor in front of his face. He blinked at it, and replayed the events he remembered in his head.

My friends are fighting outside. I was fighting Hela, but she knocked me out. Nyx was-

His thoughts broke off as his eyes focused on the sight before him.

Two bodies, coated from head to toe in blood, both black and red, lay slumped in the middle of the tunnel. Neither were moving or breathing. Thor hauled himself to his feet and cautiously approached them. By the time he was close enough to confirm that they were both dead, the smell of blood had invaded his senses and he was feeling lightheaded.

He immediately recognised the first body as Hela. Her black hair was splayed out around her head, an unlikely halo, as she lay on her back with her hands splayed across her stomach. Her eyes were still open, eyes bottomless pits of darkness and deceit. They still showed the fear she must have felt, but now that fear was dead, just like her. Her entire torso was littered with stab wounds, her skin sickly pale. One of her arms was missing a hand, the bloody stump clutched close to her chest even in death. It must have been her hand that I saw before. Hela's throat was completely shredded, black blood oozing from the holes in her skin. She was coated in her own demonic blood, and someone else's blood. Thor had no doubt that she was long dead, and held no pity for the fallen demon.

What happens to the soul of the Queen of the Dead when it passes out of this world? The keeper of souls is dead.

Thor soon forgot the question at hand when his tired eyes fell on the corpse next to Hela. This one was covered in more blood than the last, her armour burned away where the demonic blood must have touched it. Long brown hair plastered to her head with blood, which still flowed freely from an open head wound. She was sprawled on her side, half lying on top of Hela and half on the stone floor. One of her wrists were torn out, and her left side was shredded. She lay in her own pool of red blood, which ran into the grooves in the stone floor, creating a beautiful yet terrible pattern on the floor. The girl's eyes were closed, her lips slightly apart; if it wasn't for the cuts and blood, Thor would have believed she had been asleep. But the crimson skin, claws and tail showed otherwise, as did the fatal wounds.

So this is what she meant by her demon form.

Ever since Nyx had left Asgard, all those decades ago, Thor had hated her. He had hated her for corrupting his brother, for leaving, for being more powerful than he was. He had hated her for the simple fact that his brother had chosen her over him. He had never had any trouble hating her, either. Looking down at her shredded body, her demon form revealed, Thor wished he could hate her now. But as he watched in vain for the rise and fall of her chest that would never come again, Thor could only feel pain and grief. He knew that Nyx didn't deserve this. No matter what she had done in the past, she did not deserve this fate.

What will Loki say when he finds out?

The thought alone drove Thor to his knees, and forced the unshed tears to spill down his cheeks. Unable to accept what lay before him, Thor checked the pulse of the fallen warrior who had been his enemy for far too long. As he had known it would be, the pulse was silent, but he couldn't stop the feeling of a bottomless pit opening inside of his gut and consuming him from the inside out. He knelt there, next to her body, thunder streaking across the sky above the tunnels, and let out a single cry. He hoped that that cry told the universe everything they needed to know; that he didn't hate her. He couldn't.

I never got to tell her that I forgave her a long time ago for what she did. She died thinking I still hated her. And I was too weak to help her, unconscious in the corner, useless. Loki will never forgive me.

As Thor knelt there, head lowered, thunder roaring overhead, the silence that had left his ears ringing slowly ebbed away, and the sounds of battle echoed down the tunnel. A spark of fire lit up inside of Thor, melting away the icy calm that had settled over him. He heard footsteps.

"Thor!" The voice was familiar. Thor glanced up, away from Nyx's lifeless body, and met the eyes of Captain America. "Are you-" Steve's eyes fell on the bloodied bodies sprawled across the floor. He stood there for a moment, looking torn between running and comforting Thor. "Is that-"

"Nyx has fallen during battle. She will be remembered with honour, disregarding all faults she has made towards me in our past." Thor's voice was dull and emotionless, but the storm outside showed his true emotions. "Steve Rogers, how fares the battle outside?"

Captain America stood, blinking for a moment, before he brought himself to speak. "Well. All of the... undead warriors have fallen. I came to get you."

Thor nodded and stood, bringing Nyx with him. He carried her, one hand supporting her head and the other under her knees, through the tunnel and out into the wastelands of Helheim. His armour was burning away where the demonic blood on Nyx's body touched him, but he didn't care. He would carry her to Midgard, and she would have a proper memorial. It is what Loki would want. It is what shall be done.

The Avengers questioned him and tried to talk to him, but Thor refused any eye contact or communication, eyes fixed ahead of him. He walked away from the Palace, from Hela, from the place where a life was lost and his brother's pain was set in stone.

When the Bifrost beam came, enveloping him and the mortals in its rainbow glow, teleporting them away from this demonic wasteland and back to the desert of Midgard, Thor prayed a silent thank you to Heimdall, but remained outwardly expressionless. By now the Avengers had fallen silent, accepting the fact that Nyx was dead, and that Thor was feeling the loss he thought he would never have to feel. Thor wasn't just feeling his loss, he was feeling Loki's loss, how he would feel when he found out that Thor had let Hela kill her.

But Thor could grieve later.

Right now he needed to find a waterfall, a boat, and a flaming arrow.

He couldn't take her to Asgard for a proper funeral, after all. He would have to compromise.

She deserves it, anyway.

There will probably only be two more chapters of this story. Maybe three. Either way, it's ending pretty soon.

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