Mistress of the Darkness

independent,      selective,      &      mutuals   only   HELA   ODINDOTTIR   of   the   mcu,      with      various   other   verses   (      616   included   !      ).      operates   mainly   via   queue      &      asks.      written   by:      willow   (      she      /      her      )      💚      mun      &      muse   are   both   21+.      

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      ❝ perfect ! ❞ they smile, letting themselves do the same, a black suit replacing their usual tva uniform. or, unusual, it would seem. considering what their sister was so used it. 

        regardless, they seemed excited. childishly so, almost. and maybe it was because they wished to actually see this sister of theirs. 

     ❝ now, now! don’t look so pained. when was the last time you’ve even been to midgard, anyway? ❞

the   goddess   noticed   that   her   sbiling's   excitement   was   near   palpable,      a   quiet   roll   of   her   eyes   the   only   acknowledgement   of   this   fact.      pale   arms   crossed   over   one   another,      a   pointed   quirk   of   her   eyebrow   at   their   matching   suit.      how   quaint.   

      Steve had to admit, he hadn’t actually expected to make it close enough to her to get hands on her, let alone pin her. but he uses all the strength he has to keep her there, knows that it probably won’t last– but it gives everyone else a chance to regroup, at least. they’ve been at this for at least an hour, now– the minions that she’s brought along with her currently keeping his friends occupied enough… maybe he should’ve put over coms what his plan was, here. because now he’s just got her pinned, aware that at any moment she could probably snap his wrists– or disappear. 

      it’s the first time he’s been so close to her, actually. and as she fidgets in his grasp, her breath fans out across his cheeks, and Steve presses closer to try and keep her there. it’s fruitless, he knows, but he’ll TRY. he’ll blame instinct for the way that his gaze drops to her lips, but he regrets it immediately when he watches the sly smirk spread across black lips. what surprises him, though, is the way she cants her hips and looks at him through her lashes, causing his brows to arc up a little as he blinks at her. don’t. don’t get distracted. 

    ❝ that’s not– shut up. ❞ he takes a beat to glance over his shoulder– but no one is actually watching. down the torn up street, he can see Clint get thrown into a car. he bounces back up, thankfully, and Steve turns back to her. ❝ call them off. this is over. ❞

it   goes   to   show   how   little   energy   the   goddess   has   left,      allowing   herself   this   moment   of   respite   by   TOYING   with   a   surprisingly   midgardian   mid-battle.      his   words   were   met   with   her   sly   smirk   widening,      green   eyes   flashing   rbightly   as   she   slid   just   a   touch   closer,      lips   parting   as   she   moved   to   whisper   closer   to   a   clean-shaved   jawline,      "      make   me.      "      with   this   she'd   give   a   laugh      ——      looking   away   and   watching   her   beloved   soldiers   chase   after   a   fairly   banged   up   redhead.      

darkened   digits   raised   up   to   card   through   short   blonde   locks   of   hair,      the   goddess   surging   forth   and   gripping   his   hair      ——      murmuring   with   words   far   too   loving   for   the   situation,      "      that   looked   like   it   hurt..      but   what   is   life   but   chaos   ?      "   the   goddess   clearly   finding   this   situation   nothing   short   of   FUN.      with   a   blinding   flash   of   green   the   hela   twirled   a   finger,      green   shackles   reaching   up   and   around   the   good   captain's   extremeties,      keeping   him   properly   stuck   in   his   current   position,      only   the   goddess   now   moving   around   and   circling.      

she   says   nothing,      merely   looking   the   man   over   with   something   akin   to   vague   disinterest.      he   felt   as   cold   as   she,      and   yet   he   was   midgardian..      a   vampire   ?      "      ugh,      "      she'd   sneer,      waving   a   hand.      "      it   seems   PARASITES   persist   throughout   the   ages,      if   left   unkept.      "

"      you   must   be   the   self   acclaimed   MAN   OF   IRON   that   idiot   thunderer   went   on   about..      but   you   seem   so..      fragile.      "

"      what   a   fascinating   portal   machine,      midgardian..      who   gave   it   to   you   ?      "

"      my,      you've   a   great   deal   of   unkindled   POTENTIAL.      "

the proposition is so BEYOND his wildest hopes and dreams that, for a lingering moment, it’s all beck can do to stare up at the formidable, unearthly goddess, eyes gone slightly wide as the thought makes itself snug in his head.   then, he smiles.   a  wide, cruel smile  that bares his teeth, lifting his cheeks and crinkling the corners of his eyes.   ❝ his reputation has extended far enough to reach even your corners, i presume?   believe me, breaking him would be my PLEASURE.   i’ll say any word you want. ❞

𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐃  𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐓  𝐀  𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

@notafossil​  kneeled  before  their  queen    ———

[  CLOSER  ]  :    while  pinning  the  receiver  against  the  wall,    sender  glances  down  at  their  lips,    suddenly  aware  of  how  close  they  are  to  one  another..    (  feel  free  to  ignore  lmao  temptation  got  the  better  of  me  👀😂  )

unkempt   aggression   demanded   satisfaction   through   VIOLENCE   upon   the   lands   of   midgard,      frustrations   vented   from   the   sweet   smell   of   cinders   cascading   upwards   into   a   clouded   sky.      the   goddess   held   no   mercy   for   those   whom   lived   so   little,      only   those   that   stood   out   garnered   her   direct   attention      ——      a   certain   captain   america   being   among   those   curiosities.     

the   avengers   were   an   amusing   team,      working   together   as   well   as   midgardians   could..      and   it   was   never   enough,      not   before   the   good   captain   managed   to   SURPRISE   her   and   pin   her   against   brick.      green   eyes   flashed   and   pale   features   wrenched   against   his   unforgiving   grip,      surprise   entering   her   expression   at   his   ability   to   keep   her   there,      if   only   for   the   moment.      when   blue   eyes   looked   down   at   black   lips   she'd   give   a   small   smirk,      canting   her   hips   just   so   and   tilting   her   head   towards   the   side,      looking   slightly   upwards   through   dark   lashes.

goddess   tilts   her   head   back   to   allow   the   full   breadth   of   a   laugh   to   leave   her   lips,         tinged   in   poisoned   barbs   that   she   hopes   embeds   into   hela’s   flesh         -         it   finds   soft   silence   as   amora   shifts   an   incredulous   gaze   onto   the   other.         ❝      you   know   nothing   of   love,      hela      -      don’t   embarrass   yourself.      ❞         [      𝚍𝚒𝚍   𝚜𝚑𝚎         ?         𝚠𝚑𝚘   𝚒𝚜   𝚜𝚑𝚎   𝚝𝚘   𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖   𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚝   𝚒𝚗   𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚜𝚑𝚎   𝚑𝚊𝚜   𝚢𝚎𝚝   𝚝𝚘   𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢   𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙      ?      ]         she   does   not   mind   the   way   that   hela   flirts   about   the   space   but   it   is   a   matter   of   time   before   the   other   would   be   cast   out   entirely.         ❝   your   congratulations   is   noted,      ❞      the   enchantress   offers   with   arms   folded   beneath   her   breasts.      ❝      tell   me   why   you’re   here.      ❞

any   playfulness   that   hela   displayed   was   quickly   dashed   aside   a   seemingly   unassuaged   comment.      what   would   the   goddess   of   death   know   of   love   ?      how   easy   it   would   be   to   grasp   pale   digits   around   the   flush   of   her   neck,      squeezing   softly   until   she   succumbed   to   her   embrace..      why   yes,      she   mused   with   a   growing   look   of   amusement,      she   knew   LOVE.      love   was   in   life's   final   struggle   against   her      ——      in   accepting   defeat,      in   knowing   that   she   was   inevitable.     

        ❝ oh no— been there, done that. invasion didn’t work. it’s already fairly chaotic there. – I was thinking brunch? ❞ well, that could be boring for her. but it was worth a shot. a little bonding time certainly wouldn’t hurt them, right?

       ❝ if you would like. if not … i could leave you to your nap? ❞

..BRUNCH.      the   goddess   visibly   fought   off   her   annoyance,      familiar   green   eyes   closing   momentarily   so   she   may   gather   herself,      slowly   releasing   a   breath   with   an   unimpressed   expression.      "      well..      i   suppose   i   could   use   some   food.      "      she   looked   down   at   her   appearance,   sneering   and   waving   a   hand      ——      a   bright   flash   of   green   washing   over   her   as   she   now   wore   a   sinfully   low-cut   black   dress.