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Hel and her player have a lot in common. Not species, looks (thank God), size, or abilities, but both of them have hips that hurt like demons are sitting on them and prodding them with pitchforks.

The player is on drugs. Hel is not. Coherency may be skittish, but Hel is around to be spoken with, should people so desire. Even, one supposes, Desire, although the only real relationship with it that she has is that of interested observer.

I mentioned drugs, right? Right.

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"Ramon."

She got eloquent in her old age. For certain definitions. In this case, "Ramon" means "Where have you been? I've missed you. There has been trauma. If you take two steps closer, I swear to me that I'll cuddle you. Did I mention trauma?"

And she smiles a little bit.

He doesn't get all that from her just saying his name - the fool - but probably wouldn't object all that badly to getting cuddled anyway. So he steps within the danger zone without a second thought and makes as if to sit down.

'How're you doing?'

There is cuddle. The cuddle, it comes from the niiiiight.

Drugs.

She buries the living side of her face against his hair,

"My father is here."

He's OK with the cuddle. He's quite a tactile person really, being South American and all.

'Your father?' Things process. 'You like your father though - so this is a good thing, right?'

He's getting the impression that it somehow isn't.

"He's horrified that I'm me because he's from before I was born."

She informs him, and if she were younger she'd be weepy again already. She's getting better, though. There is no active weeping.

"All I mean to him is that now he knows that Odin is going to betray him."

'He's horrified?'

Ramon pulls back and looks at her.

'But I thought you and he...shit, I guess it's different if you haven't been born yet. But Hel, that doesn't mean that he won't feel the way you know he does later on.'

"But I don't know!"

She points out,

"He is father of lies!"

She's terrified that its true,

"And its him, its really him but he's...oh, Ramon, he's logical and introspective and nothing like the father of my childhood!"

He thinks for a moment, then shakes his head.

'Maybe what he feels is true right now. But that doesn't mean it'll be true when you're born - having kids tends to change a man, you know? No matter what he's like right now, it doesn't mean he's not going to love you when you come along.'

Maybe that's not reassuring but it's what he thinks is true and he's not going to lie to her.

She nods, although it doesn't really help. Having your father's initial words to you be rude, and the ones after that aghast leaves a mark.

"I hope you're right. Did your time in the cells go alright?"

He sighs because he's really useless at giving advice most of the time.

'It was fine. Boring. A bit tense. Look Hel, I'm sorry if he's an asshole. You want me to go and speak to him for you? You know I will, if you don't think it'll make things worse.'

"That's very sweet of you, Ramon, but as much as I love him,"

And she does, or it wouldn't hurt so much,

"he's unpredictable at best. Insane at worse. And a god. I think its something I just have to...expect. Accept."

'You don't have to accept him being horrible to you! And I'm not afraid of him. If he trats you badly, I will find him.'

He means it as well. After everything she's done for him, he's not just going to abandon her to the mood swings of a nasty father. Besides, it's Hel.

He gets cuddled again, and eventually she says,

Because who else would fight Loki for her? Who else is crazy enough?

He grins and hugs her back.

'Anytime. I mean it, just tell me if he hurts you.'

It's not like he needs much of an excuse to do something crazy.

He's a Berserkar. He is an excuse to do something crazy.

"I will."

Well, there is that. He's trying to be calmer these days though - yeah, good luck with that Ramon.

He settles into a chair finally and asks, 'Apart from that, is everything OK?'

"Apart from that everything is fine."

She assures him, with a nod.

'Glad to hear it.'

He's quiet for a moment as he picks on a loose thread on the chair's arm, then sighs.

'I'm leaving pretty soon. You'll be alright with him until I get back?'

"I will."

She tells him, soberly, then attempts to make a joke of it.

"Perhaps I shall hide behind Random, yes?"

...we never said it would be a good joke.

He laughs anyway, because the image of it is funny.

'Well, you know he'd try and protect you. He'll be able to get his hands on my sword while I'm away though it'll be a bad thing if he kills you. But he can definitely threaten.'

She hadn't thought of that,

"Oh, I hope he doesn't...that would be..."

Even thinking about it makes her head hurt.

Ramon laughs and rubs her hand.

'Don't worry, he's a lot more sensible with that sort of thing than I am. He won't harm him if he's from before your birth. He knows better - but like I said, Loki doesn't know that.'

"That is true."

She laughs a little bit and turns her hand over to curl around Ramon's (the effect is not unlike a large man curling a hand around a baby's),

"The two of you...I am blessed to have met you."

'Well, we're just as blessed to have met you.'

The size of her hand in comparison to his looks strange, and he eyes it with a grin. Then he thinks of something and he looks at her sharply.

'You're not going to leave now he's here are you?'

She shakes her head, and grips his hand firmly (but not hard. He's fragile!),

"I won't. Not until I must...and now isn't that time."