HELA HALF-ROTTEDHELA HALF-ROTTED CHAPTER 5
Chapter 5: EXILED
The daughter of Loki lay curled into a ball, covered with Tyr's spare cloak, in the back of Thor's chariot.
"You must get out of the chariot!" Thor cried, annoyed. "We are at the entrance to Niflheim and can go no further."
"What makes you think they will let me in?" Hela shrieked back. She knew that her behavior was unacceptable but if girl ever had the right to throw a tantrum before being cast into the land of the dead, she certainly did. "I'm not dead!"
Thor huffed. "Look. I'm aware that my stepson is fond of you, and of course your father and I are related by blood-oath. But I don't trust him and I don't trust you either, frankly. Allfather Odin must have seen something in you that caused him to send you here. And who's to say you're not able to go through the gates of Niflheim?"
Hela shrieked in outrage, shooting out of the chariot and pummeling the big man with her fists. "Don't you dare say that I'm dead! And ho
HELA HALF-ROTTEDHELA HALF-ROTTED Chapter 6
Chapter 6 - Transfigured
Long after the two gods had fled, Hela continued to shriek until her throat hurt and her arms were sore from clawing the mist that crowded her. She thought her heart would give out from sheer terror. Her panicked and labored breathing worsened as her throat tightened. The wisps that made up the cloud were opaque as lamb's wool, and after a few moments more of flailing and crying out she realized that they were as soft as lamb's wool as well. A shock of understanding suddenly tore through her exhausted body.
They were singing.
They were singing to her; circling her in what scraps were left of their precious life forces.
She tilted back her head and listened.
"I am Raghild; I died of pneumonia when I was still in the cradle -- "
"I am Audgisil; executed for cowardice by -- "
"Help me -- "
"Feed me -- "
"Lovely little girl -- "
"Guide me -- "
A spirit lovingly caressed the left side of her face. "Beautiful," it sang.
"Help us -- "
HELA HALF-ROTTEDHELA HALF-ROTTED CHAPTER 4
Chapter 4 - Condemned
By the time Otkel made it to the golden streets of Asgard proper, he was exhausted but still hysterical. He stood outside Odin's palace shrieking his tale to anyone who would listen. Within a heartbeat, a crowd had gathered.
Loki sat in his hall some distance away, brow furrowed and heart troubled. This whole mess with his children had proved quite embarrassing; his double life with the Jotun woman Angurboda had been an unwelcome surprise to his wife Sigyn. That had involved some of his best sweet-talking ever, but Sigyn had not made it easy for him.
Now one of his sons was consigned to the sea, locked into his shifted snake shape forever. It did not bode well for Fenrir, either. He now roamed Asgard, similarly locked permanently into his lupine form by the will of the Allfather, getting larger and more enraged by the day. Hela had proved to be the most troublesome of all because she had proved an affront to the eyes of every man, woman
HELA HALF-ROTTEDHELA HALF-ROTTED Chapter 3
Chapter 3 - Unmasked
One day followed another, as they always do. Hela fared no better in the land of the gods. Her only friends were Hnossa and Ullr, who helped her feel like less of a monster.
She had even been invited into the home of Thor and Sif, Thruthvanger by name, where she sat nervously in the kitchen eating a roll with fresh butter. Mjolnir, Thor's legendary hammer, lay propped against the hearth like a whiskbroom. She eyed it with awe and suspicion. She wondered how many of her kin in Jotunheim it had killed.
"Your father once chopped off all my hair," Sif laughed during the course of their little conversation.
"I am sorry, Lady Sif, but there is nothing I can do about my father's bad behavior. Your hair is so beautiful; I can't imagine why he would have done such a thing," the girl replied.
The goddess of the harvest stopped and looked hard at Loki's odd daughter. She smiled. "Of course; forgive my rudeness. Ullr, fetch me my comb, won't you?"
HELA HALF-ROTTEDHELA HALF-ROTTED Chapter 2
Chapter 2 Judged
Despite her father's best attempts to hide her from prying eyes, the girl and her brothers soon found themselves in front of the throne of Odin. Flanking the king of the gods were his wife Frigga and other members of the Aesir Thor, the thunder god; Tyr, the war god (who oddly enough had felt genuinely sorry for her); Baldur, the god of spring; and lastly Frey and Freyja, the god and goddess of beauty and all good things. Standing in the vast courtyard were the rest of the gods and goddesses of Asgard along with their retainers.
Loki pouted and skulked about directly behind his children, angry that Odin would kidnap and judge them and, by doing so, shame their father. In his dirty heart of hearts, Loki was sorry he begat them and even sorrier that such ugly things could be considered his.
Jormungand still in his fearsome snake-shape and menacing the nearby Aesir with sharp fangs and red split tongue had been told b