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Hel of the Underworld. Now completed. She is the daughter of Loki and Goddess who rules the realm of the dead. She brings with her the magic found in that space between alive and dead. www.pollylind.com www.facebook.com/PollyLindArtist/ [email protected] #Hel #goddess #norsemythology #lokisdaughter #goddessoftheunderworld #magic #witchcraft #sacredart #witch #pagan #pollylindartist

Plaits for Hel. A progress shot, I am loving the contrast of these plaits. Yay #Hel #goddess #lokisdaughter #progressshot #pollylindartist

Yeah so the paternity tests came back to see who my real father is...LOKI you are the father! Lol #loki #marvel #marvelcomics #thor #thorthedarkworld #horns #lokihorns #lokisdaughter #avengers #avengersageofultron

Alexiandries stared into the mirror, her fingers lightly ghosting over stitches. Her lips were sewn shut and so were her cheeks. Her cheeks were the only ones that needed to be sewn together - having been cut into a Chelsea smile. She felt tears bubble up in her eyes and she shook her head, feeling the need to vomit. Dried blood was still left on and around the stitches, but she didn't have the mind to clean it up. She quietly slid down the the floor, putting her face into her hands. She tried to open her mouth to scream out for someone to help, but that only pulled on the stitches. She pressed her lips together, letting tears fall. She was stronger than this, she shouldn't be crying. But the pain was still there and it didn't help when the edge of her lip twitched as she was crying. She wanted her dad or mom now more than anything.

"Oh, dear. It seems unhealthy habits travel through our bloodline. Perhaps you would like a lullaby?"

Once she had settled beside him, his arms fully enveloped her, fingers stroking her hair. "Ah, if I had the knowledge, I would tell you of an effective method of clearing your mind of such terrors. Alas, I have no such luck myself. I hardly rest, but you should not follow my example and lay awake for hours."

Rather than sleep, Loki often remained awake through the night. As he had no desire to read, he instead nestled beneath the covers of his bed, his eyes locked onto the ceiling, watching the shadows travel over it as the moon crossed the sky. When the moon was high, he heard the faint creak of his door opening, and peeking over the material of his comforter, he spotted the dark shape of his daughter in the dim light. "A nightmare?" he asked, sitting up and opening up his arms in an offering of an embrace.

"Yet I fear that I will. I will know despair if I did."