The Lost Witch

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Part Three of A LokiXSigyn (canon wife~) picture collage.
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Hela watched rather blankly, but inside she was a raging storm. No doubt she was angry at her father, but underneath, she knew that her father wouldn't come easily. She didn't really care one way or another with the Sigyn woman, besides the fact that her father had some sort of strange obsession with her. All the living were merely tools.

It was a little strange that her father had no words for her. He had always had come backs for every man, but remained silent since Sigyn had her soul fade. Hela could always tell how far someone was from the final blow. The woman's body was disconnected with her soul, past the point anyone but the most powerful healer could save her. No doubt her soul was merely a wanderer to the gates of Valhalla. For a moment Hela was bothered, then quickly pushed it away. She was far past the point where family bonds meant more then a passing thought.

Hela just needed to wait. With the way this woman made her father react, he would soon do something rash, in anger and pain.

She didn't have to wait long. However, her father apparently had never lost his ability to surprise her.

"What would it take for you to return Theoric's soul?" Hela raised an eyebrow. Loki suddenly seemed alive again. He had taken off his cloak, and laying his wife carefully down, covered her, neck down with it. It soaked up the blood, and he stared down blindly as the green became red.

"What you already know. I want your soul and your cooperation. It would be nice to have a familiar general after you're dead." Loki's head lifted, though slowly, not surprised.

"Always to the point, are you not. However, an familiar general could be debated. I consider us strangers now." His voice was once again sharp.

"We always were, were we not?"

Loki gave a empty laugh. "I guess I have fallen into the trap of my own surrogate father. I wonder if this loop is eternal." He stood, limbs loose, and started over to the entrance. He was empty. Reckless. He looked up proudly, all dignity lost, but a prince to his bones.

He stopped, shoe just not brushing the overly bright gold, much to Hela's impatience. "I happen to be on a schedule-"

"Swear it, Hel-queen."

"What?"

"Swear to me, you'll release Theoric to Valhalla the moment I enter your power." Hela shrugged.

"Of course. I swear, as queen of Hel, Theoric Logmarson will be returned to his post in Valhalla." Loki's eyes flashed up dangerously. "No doubt to meet his now dead lover." Loki's fists clenched.

Loki didn't make any sudden moves after Hela's oath. She rolled her eye.

"What manner of time do you think I have to wait on you? Are you so afraid of your own kin?"

"Only a fool would not fear the path you set out for them." With that, Loki stepped forward into the kingdom of Hel.