"R.I.P. Quill."
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"R.I.P. Quill."
He is also watching Star-Lord hit on Hela.

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He remembered the warmth and love of Asgard's heaven; the embrace of mother and father; the cheer of forgiving allies. He recalled the taste of the mead and the meats; the laughter; the dancing.
It wasn't to last. There had been screams echoing through the halls of Valhalla as half of its inhabitants disintegrated into wisps of memory. Some left in an instant, others cruelly slow. There was a murmured 'oh bugger' hanging in the air where Fandral had been. Horns were sounded, warriors roared. In despair, Loki watched Frigga sink to her knees, reaching out to him with a sad smile before she was gone.
"Mother!"
He turned to Odin, a plea for answers on his lips, but it was his own name that was on Odin's. After witnessing the loss of a hand, Loki sighed and vanished.
In an instant he was back, but not where he had been. There was desolate, yellow-bone wasteland as far as the eye could see. Somewhere distant he thought he could hear loved ones calling him. Closer by, there were snarled whispers.
A skeletal hand snatched around his ankle and with a yelp, he was dragged through the once solid ground that became as ripples of a muddy pool. Down and down he slipped, myriad monstrous hands drawing on him until at last he dropped upon cold black sand in a land of mist. His clothes were no longer the comfortable robes he had donned in Valhalla, but a copy of the battered leathers worn at the time of his death.
With a groan, he rolled onto his back and looked up into the face of the woman he had condemned to this realm when he had unleashed Surtur on Asgard. Loki swallowed down the terror that staunched his expression.
"Sister."
@helsent
ššØš«šš®š«ššĀ &Ā š«šš©š«šš¬š¬šš š„šØšÆš ;Ā ššššššš¢š šššššš”š @helsentĀ asked: ā I think Iāve gotten attached. I wasnāt supposed to, I know. ā (Wanda)
wanda stopped in her tracks when hela spoke out those words, turning around to look over at her, eyebrows slightly furrowed. she was thankful that the goddess of death had resurrected her when she was buried under that pile on wundagore after taking the shrine down.
ā you are? i didn't thought that you would.. ā the witch's accent evident before she slightly shook her head. ā but after everything that had happened, i don't feel like i'm worth being close to anyone, hela. everyone who got, left me.. ā
PROMPTS FORĀ LOTS AND LOTS OF FLIRTINGĀ ā” @helsentĀ asked: when can i see you again? (Valerie)
taking her reading glasses off, valerie let out a hum and considered if it was a good idea to see hela again after she had watched her daughter. it was a simple favor yet something about the other irked her interest, and it had been a while since she hung out with someone who understood her in some way.
ā i have some time after school if you want to meet up for some coffee. ā she adjusted her hold on the folder that contained her class' homework which needed to be checked. ā otherwise i only have time on the weekend. ā
ā ć» āĀ š šššš šššššššć»@helsent
ā Ā seems like weāre gonna be spending a lot of time together.Ā ā (hi! :D)
MERCY FELT A SHIVER RUN DOWN HER SPINE as Hela, the Asgardian Goddess of Death, spoke those words. She had always known that crossing paths with someone as powerful and dangerous as Hela was a possibility given the line of work - but being face-to-face with her was an entirely different experience.
As Mercy tried to find the right words to respond, she found herself captivated by Hela's strange beauty and otherworldly presence. There was something about the way Hela carried herself - so regal and commanding yet alluring in an almost wicked way - that made it hard for Mercy to look away.
" I don't know what you have in mind for us " Mercy said cautiously. " But I'm honoured. Your Majesty " She smiled at Hela, trying to hide the trembling in her hands. Even as fear rushed through her veins, she couldn't deny the sense of awe that came with being in the presence of someone so extraordinary. " Is there anything, in particular, you want to do ?"

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@helsentā
āAnd what exactly, dear sister, is the reason for your visit?ā Loki said, a growl to his voice like a dogās warning, with the touch of fear that carried too.Ā āNot that I donāt appreciate a grand family reunion - do let me know when the feast is planned.ā
@helsent | send ā for a randomly generated starter - ā Amazing how quickly the past becomes idyllic. ā
Despite the offhanded way Hela says it, there's a hint of bitterness to her voice. Lillian can hardly blame her. Her existence was swept under the rug so that Odin could present himself as a benevolent, peaceful ruler. The All-Father. An ironic title, considering what he did to his first child.
'There aren't many who remember what really happened, anymore'. She reaches out to take Hela's hand, running her thumb carefully over her knuckles. From what Hela's told her, Heimdall is the only one left from before. 'And when there's no one to remember, it's easy for the victors to write the history they want'. She squeezes her hand, shifting slightly to lean back against Fenris' great bulk. 'He couldn't erase you'.
CROWNĀ MEĀ INĀ BONESĀ &&Ā CALLĀ MEĀ YOURĀ QUEENĀ Ā Ā Ā /Ā Ā Ā Ā @helsent
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā WHENĀ ISĀ AĀ MONSTERĀ NOTĀ AĀ MONSTERĀ -----Ā OH,Ā WHENĀ YOUĀ LOVEĀ HIM.Ā Ā Ā Ā frostĀ liningĀ hisĀ skinĀ toĀ keepĀ awayĀ theĀ raysĀ ofĀ theĀ sun,Ā Ā butĀ yourĀ touchĀ isĀ softĀ likeĀ summerĀ rain,Ā Ā andĀ yourĀ lipsĀ areĀ red,Ā redĀ BLOOD.Ā Ā (Ā Ā Ā iĀ knowĀ youĀ couldĀ askĀ meĀ forĀ allĀ theĀ starsĀ inĀ theĀ skyĀ andĀ iādĀ bringĀ themĀ toĀ you.Ā Ā youĀ doĀ not.Ā Ā youĀ neverĀ do.Ā Ā instead,Ā youĀ giftĀ meĀ sixĀ pomegranateĀ seeds,Ā crimsonĀ likeĀ theĀ bloodĀ youĀ pretendĀ notĀ toĀ seeĀ drippingĀ fromĀ betweenĀ myĀ thighsĀ andĀ iĀ wishĀ iĀ couldĀ lookĀ upĀ atĀ theĀ skyĀ andĀ yellĀ :Ā behold,Ā mother.Ā Ā myĀ womanhood.Ā myĀ martyrdom.Ā Ā MYĀ AWAKENINGĀ Ā Ā Ā )Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā /Ā Ā Ā Ā takeĀ theĀ sunlightĀ inĀ theĀ palmsĀ ofĀ yourĀ handsĀ &&Ā swallowĀ itĀ wholeĀ !!Ā Ā Ā Ā sheĀ coilsĀ aroundĀ himĀ likeĀ aĀ cat,Ā Ā palmsĀ gentleĀ againstĀ hisĀ chest,Ā Ā eyesĀ overflowingĀ withĀ delicateĀ affection,Ā Ā ignoresĀ theĀ wayĀ heĀ isĀ soĀ coldĀ toĀ theĀ touchĀ itĀ BURNSĀ (Ā Ā Ā wouldĀ youĀ liveĀ forĀ meĀ ??Ā Ā Ā )Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā āĀ --------Ā theyĀ thinkĀ youāreĀ goingĀ toĀ CONSUMEĀ me.Ā āĀ Ā Ā voiceĀ tingedĀ withĀ amusement,Ā Ā lipsĀ brushingĀ againstĀ hisĀ cheek,Ā Ā Ā āĀ theyĀ donātĀ understand.Ā ā