#helcaged

‘ you do not agree with me. ’ it is not a question, but a fact, not uttered until every advisor has left the room. queen is a title that weighs heavily upon her shoulders, but proud men need not know that. nor does her new stepchild need ever hear her doubts. not when she is already but an interloper in her eyes.

@helcaged​ said:  ❝ what happened? ❞

      The construction for the tombs has already begun, bodies of fallen warriors placed every so gently on pedestals, they deserved such a burial, or maybe even a better one, yet Odin wanted to keep the stories of these battles quiet, and if he had to hide away the evidence in the deepest parts of the castle he would. The thought of destorying such things brought him discomfort, so he was going to try his best to preserve their history in a way no one else would find it. Things needed to change, their days of fighting side by side were coming to an end, there was no point for war anymore, now came the time for diplomacy. But even she, the one who carried MJOLNIR, had to go to. Odin had shaped her just to be a weapon, something that would bring him and Asgard glory, and when she had refused to see things his way, that’s when he knew that if he wanted to do what’s best for Asgard, that he had to dispose of her too. 

     She stands behind him, in his right-hand he holds a touch, the only source of light in the dark halls. ❝ Hela, please, forgive me, but it has to be done. ❞ Words are spoken sternly, the usual grit in his voice cracking with each word that fell from his lips. Howls echo through the hall, Odin turns his body to face her, the torch illuminating the wall, revealing Fenris’ struggling shadow. The wolf was loyal to Hela, therefore making the flea invested mutt useless to Odin in the future. 

@helcaged​: I was so sure of everything we thought we’d always have

it’s what he needs so desperately to hear,  but comes from the wrong lips ⸻ he thinks of his brother,  of his mother,  of how he would have been king of an asgard eternal.  about how their family would have been unbroken,  stretching infinitely into the past and into the future.  about children: his,  loki’s,  asgard’s.  about a legacy. 

and he thinks about how it was all a lie.  about how he was never going to have any of it.  about how any happiness he thought he had found was built on someone else’s suffering.  about how everything odin did for asgard was at the expense of something else. 

about whether or not he would have been that kind of king,  had loki never interrupted his coronation.  had brothers never parted ways.  had thanos never snapped. 

it’s what he needs to hear ⸻ that he was not the only one carried away by these dreams that were never going to be.  that someone else was misled by odin.  that someone else believed in something that would destroy him. 

but for it to be her,  when he wants so badly for it to be loki?  it’s like throwing salt on an open wound.  a bitter reminder that all will never be as he wants again. 

“ he had that effect,  didn’t he? first born.  future king. every word of it a lie ⸻ one he was so confident in he told it to the both of us. ”

       flaked stream of hallowed grounds reminiscence, the essence swarmed under the bloody cored center of the being. it was a washed rain dripped back, reminding him of the place of her beloved holding. a few strain of finger caressed still air, lifting a slight nod of the head before eyes trailed straight to her position. “ you wouldn’t be up for any negotiation? ” the irk of his tone played well but fairly, thanos was unsure. not of his proposal, rather, the possibilities.     

❝  why don’t you try it , dear sister . i cannot wait to find out what happens. ❞