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It has been...a time, since last she entered. As the mortals count it that time may have been long. It is a blink of her bad eye, in a way. For her, it is easier to stay outside, to walk with Baldur the Beautiful as the season turns from warmth and light to the bone-aching chill of winter.

She ducks as she enters from the lakeside door, golden-blond braids scraping the floor and skirts tangling around the left leg, which fails to step cleanly or easily counter time with the right.

She has, again, fallen out of the habit of speaking much; only to Baldur and only when they remember to. For her the fact that he is there is enough, and Hel has never been grand with words.

She straightens, and allows the living eye to skip across the patrons. Fifteen feet tall, this half-dead goddess, and like a willow-tree battered by the ages; the one side slender and supple, the other side withered and rough.

Her left hand, gloved, she trails over Bar and in return a mug of appropriate size filled with a spicy scented cocoa appears. She nods, slightly, in thanks and then makes her way to a spot near the fire with rolling, mis-matched steps.

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...Please don't cry, Steph. It would make the goddess uncomfortable as the only being she's known that has cried at her before is Random. And Stephs are not quite as teddy-bear as Randoms because they aren't known as well.

"It is nice to meet you, Steph. You should speak with Baldur, if you see him."

He's a lot better at comfort than Hel. Hel doesn't have the experience.

"Okay," Steph says, obligingly. "Who's he?"

She's not gonna cry. ... Maybe later. She just ... needed a moment.

"My..." opposite number, friend, beloved "counterpart. He is as close to a god of peace as those of Asgard could be. He is blond, and often petting the bunnies."

Hel is as weirded out by bunny-petting as everyone else is, trust me.

"...the demon bunnies?" Steph asks, tilting her head. "I mean, just to clarify, he pets the demon bunnies?"

"Have you heard of prozac?"

Hel...has done a lot of reading. She had centuries in Niflheim the last time, and as many books-on-disk as one goddess could carry. Which is a lot,

"He's kind of like that in living form."

Steph giggles. "He must be pretty awesome."

"Yes."

She smiles, with the half of her face that moves,

"He is."

"Oooh," Steph says, with a thoughtful smile. "Is he, like, your - your partner? Thing?"

It's hard to find the right word for a Thing in Milliways. 'Boyfriend' somehow doesn't seem appropriate when you're talking about deities.

"He is my best beloved enemy."

Because he's still married, and that's that.

Steph doesn't really have any beloved enemies.

Not even Ichigo. He's only sort of an enemy. He's more just this Really Annoying Kid who hangs around.

And the Joker, well. Not so much beloved happening there.

So she gives Hel a quizzical stare. "You love him, but you're on different sides, or something?"

"Yes."

It is so simple, isn't it? No...not at all. Not at all, or even a little, but there are simple words for some of the most complicated things, and none for the simple things,

"I am Hel, and he is Baldur. I am one of Loki's children, and he is one of Odin's."

Steph's mouth goes round again.

"You're - oh my god, that's surreal!"

She does know those names.

"..."

She looks confused. She is confused.

"We are your gods?"

"No, no," Steph tries to explain, "well, yeah, but not mine. Just from my world. Sort of."

That clears it right up, yeah.

"I am confused."

Hel has to admit, and then shakes her head and laughs,

"But this is Milliways."

"Milliways," Steph agrees, and giggles. That seems to sum it up.