The sun was setting on yet another day, Hela was tired and her eye lids were beginning to slowly shut. Before the young girl knew it, she was climbing off the railroad tracks and huddled herself up against and old tree. Even though she slept, Hela was still exhausted when she woke up. Her nightmares of her passed family haunted her dreams and the spirit of Nagothir taunted her sanity.
She stayed strong but tears poured down her pale cheeks as she kept on going. She could not eat, she could not drink, slowly and gradually Hela became weaker and weaker. The Faerie-Elf's growls echoed at the back of her mind, Kate's begs and cries screamed in her head, visions of her parents blurred her vision.
Hela did not know where she was or where she wanted to go, she just felt the need to go forward, and she did. It was a lonely walk, but she needed to move forward because she felt there was no turning back. Whatever she did to Nagothir, she knew she was different, she knew she was a monster...
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My Little Hela
FanfictionAfter Loki fakes his death and takes ruling over Asgard, he discovers a life-changing truth that his "Father" had gone to great lengths to bury. The truth that his Hela did not die and she was taking refuge on Midgard. Taking matters into his own ha...
