HELA HALF-ROTTED Chapter 9CHAPTER 9 - BEREFT
Hela sighed in exasperation. "How should he know how Skadi is, Father? She's in Asgard, and Ullr is here. With me," she added pointedly.
Ullr ran his hands through his hair. "Greetings, Bringer of Discord," he said to Loki. "And what brings you here this fine day?"
"Well, I bring you tales of Asgard, God of Snow. Rumor has it that Skadi has burned your belongings in the city square."
Uller's jaw dropped open. "What?" he sputtered.
For Skadi was Ullr's wife, goddess of winter and the hunt, and a giantess at that. She had disposed of her first husband Njord by divorce, and it now appeared that getting rid of another might be in her future. Or would it?
"Actually, I'm joking," Loki chuckled, sitting down and putting his feet up on a nearby ottoman. "She didn't burn anything because she doesn't know anything. I, of course, could enlighten her upon my return to Asgard but suspect you would want to personally fill her in on how you've been fooling around with my daughter."
HELA HALF-ROTTED Chapter 8CHAPTER 8: BELOVED
Ullr had entered Elvidnir in a whirlwind of healthy enthusiasm, the power of his life force shaking Hela to her very soul.
Well over six feet tall, the well-muscled Ullr had long sandy hair and a beard that tended to get a bit unruly when he was by himself in the wilds of Midgard in the dead of winter. In fact, he had trimmed it for the occasion, hoping for an eventual kiss from the friend he had never forgotten.
"Hela!" he had shouted, swooping low in a bow. "I am so happy to see you!"
The death goddess had been temporarily struck dumb. She had grown unused to speaking louder than a whisper, to moving at any pace other than her usual slow hobble, to hoping for anything other than dank and darkness. Ullr's evident joy at seeing her had been like a plunge into freezing water. Within moments, she had regained her composure and had extended her good hand.
"Welcome to my kingdom, Ullr," she had said with as much dignity as she could muster. She had actually sm
HELA HALF-ROTTED Chapter 7Chapter 7: CORONATED
For a while, the daughter of Loki lay on the cold ground, able to move but unwilling to expend the energy to do so. She missed her mother and her father and her brothers and her home with a longing so sharp that it physically pained her.
She cried for a long while, first out of shock and fear but then of confusion and panic. Where would she go? What would she do? Thor and Tyr were long gone; those men had their fill of her presence enough for a lifetime, she thought.
I'm all alone and have no one and I just had my twelfth birthday last winter.
Occasionally, spirits wound their slow way past her, some of them curling themselves around her thin arms and legs, or caressing her face. They were too cowed by the recent presence of Death to sing. She moaned and batted them away. As desperately as she hungered for comfort, she did not want their comfort. She wanted her father's strong arm about her, or a kiss and a cuddle from her mother. Bereft, Hela curled int