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Pre-Milliways

The door opens, with a slam. No one coming through, yet. Somehow, with the optional physics that Milliways has, looking out it is like looking up. A very long way up.

Dimly is the figure of a large man seen. With something in his hand. And then the something is falling.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!"

She hits the ground, in the bar. Physics apparently changes enough that she ends up on the floor near the door, scrambling to her knees just as it slams shut. She pounds on it, gloved left hand and un-gloved right hand, screaming.

"NO! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING! DADDY, DON'T LET THEM! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!"

Her hair is over the left side of her face, glimpses of the right show a teenage girl who could be, somehow, related to Svava. Blue eyes, blond hair. Taller than the Valkyrie, yes, but looking like she's got more growing to do.

Her fists pound the door unceasingly, and she continues to scream for her father.

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And Loki's eyes widen for he senses...he senses...her...his...his...

He'd looks to David from his spot at the bar and is there and his eyes are wide again and he looks utterly shocked and his heart is...gods...gods above...fire and embers.

"Hel? Hel...is it...my daughter...my..."

He looks down at her, wings black, eyes stormy and grey. She could be...this could be...

If this is a joke.... If this is not a joke...I might just go back on what I said...

She turns, and looks at him straight on. Her eyes (both the blind one and the blue one) are wide. "Daddy? He threw me...I didn't do anything!" Its a teenage wail of pain.

His eyes widen. She's not...she's different, but in him, he knows her. In him, he feels his child, feels himself, feels the giantess that birthed her and his other children.

He's on the ground, arms around her, tears streaming down his face and puffing away into steam just as quickly, wings spread and twitching and protecting them from everything...everything he couldn't protect her from. His heart is aching and his soul is burning and his head is spinning but she's in his arms and he's doing all he can.

"I know...I know...I know...I'm so sorry...I know."

She buries her face in his chest. Its not quite her father, but it is, and she's too lost and confused to care about the differences. Her hands tangle in his shirt, and she's sobbing; "They threw Jormungand into the ocean, and they took Fenrir away, and I don't know where he is! Why did they...?" it ends in a whimper.

David is by his and her side in a flash.

He doesn't know what to do, except be there.

The mun is not ignoring this post. The character will acknowledge David as soon as she's got her face out of her father's chest.

David does not feel as though he's being ignored, so that's okay :)

He holds on, shaking...shaking so hard he scrabbles at his own hands to keep his arms around her. Hel. His Hel. Not his Hel. Hel. Still Hel.

His eyes flash .

"Because they are fools. Because they will pay."

The black wings gain blood-red tips. There is an extremely angry god in the bar. But he has other priorities...and he breathes a moment. He can't...not here.

"Hel, my dauther, don't...don't cry. Jormungand is here. He is here. He is...he is asleep, daughter. He is here, with us...here. And Fenrir...Fenrir is with me. He is...he is at my home, daughter, don't fear. I am with you, daughter. I am with you."

He holds onto her.

Yamino eyes open.

Rage. Father...

They blink.

Sister?

He's up and running over and he stares at the scene, at David holding Loki. At Loki holding...holding a Hel he knows isn't their Hel...but it still Hel...still his sister.

"Father, I...she...sister? Sister?"

She continues to sob, for a while. Being thrown from Asgard, to Niflheim is an understandably distressing thing. The fact that she's in a bar hasn't quite registered. Eventually, though, she does stutter to a stop. "What did I do? What did we do? They just came and took us..." She pulls back a bit, and blinks at the boy who seems to be Jormungand and the man next to Father.

Loki blinks and looks around, eyes battling to remain gray. Red flashes through his eyes, bright unnatural red, unlike the color that occasionally shows in the endless stream of colors that fade through his eyes. . Gray. They remain gray.

He looks to David.

"That...that is a friend, daughter. His name is David and he means no harm here. I...have no doubt that he felt my alarm and followed to make sure that I was...that I was all right."

He closes his eyes, holds her, breathes. When he opens his eyes, they are a lighter gray. He looks to Yamino, his question wordless.

Yamino nods and removes his glasses, removes the tie from his hair. A glow, a flash of light...and a snake, head high as a humans, sits coiled there. Within a moment he has slithered into the embrace, wrapping carefully around Hel.

Sister...sister, I'm here. It's me, sister...though obviously not...not my normal size. But I'm here, I'm with father. We are...we are here.

The snake blinks as his father.

Loki holds onto his children.

"You did nothing. None of you did anything."

Fire and embers, what has been done to them for me. Fire and embers, what they are to do. Fire and embers, I hate Odin.

David nods to Loki, Yamino, and to Hel.

"No harm. Just here in case I'm needed."

He says nothing of transformations; he's getting almost used to it.

"Greetings, David." Says the nascent queen of the dead. She moves one arm enough to give Jormungand a hug, and looks up at the Man. Yes, capital letter. She comes from a world where Men are a species deserving one. The mummified, hideous side of her face is in plain view, now. The other half is still young and lined only by recent sorrow. It is possibly hard for non-family to look at her. "I am pleased to meet a friend of my Father." That it would be better under better circumstances is, she thinks, obvious.

He lowers his eyes out of respect for Her. "Lady Hel," he whispers. "Many, MANY stories have been told about you. And your Father..." he looks to Loki, "speaks so highly of you."

A bitter laugh exits him. It's obvious to him as well. He pulls back, only a little, and stares at her, stares at his daughter. She is not the same. She is not his daughter, and he knows this. But the essence...the essence is the same...and he will take what he can get. She is his daughter in all ways that count to him.

"He is a friend, a good friend...and...if you are here, then..."

He smiles gently at her, tiredly at her...sadly at her.

This place will be all she will have, I have no doubt. The only relief from Niflheim. But she will have me. And she will have Jormungand. And...I shall have to bring Fenrir, I suppose.

"You will have us here. We know...the difference. I am not...you are..."

He closes his eyes.

"You are my daughter. I am your father. Jormungand is your brother...and I will bring Fenrir to see you, and he is your brother."

He curls around her again.

"And I love you."

Considering the last time he had seen his Hel, this was important.

The snake nuzzles his head at her arm.

Brother will be so pleased to see you too. I have missed you, sister.

"I know. Like, but not quite, my daddy. Like, but not quite, my brother. " She hugs him back, hard, then looks at the door. She knows that the next time she opens it she'll fall again, the rest of the way down. Her hands, gloved and naked, rub her face and she gathers the fragile dignity of fifteen around herself; "I haven't had a time to miss you, brother." She sets a gentle, if lopsided, kiss on the scaled head, "I just saw you...but they threw you. I'm sorry I couldn't do anything." And finally she speaks to the first who spoke to her; "I don't see why. I haven't done anything..."

"I retrieved him. He is with me now..."

As you are now...

"Daughter, if...if you will remain with Yamino...I mean, Jormungand...I will go fetch Fenrir. He will be...pleased to see you."

Loki stands, wings black and eyes steel gray.

And then, in a flurry of feathers and a last whispered expression of love only she and Yamino hear...he is gone.

Yamino twists more of his body around his sister and flicks his tongue against the dead side of Hel's face and then the living side. He nuzzles the living side.

We all have a place, sister, he refers to yours. The one you will take...once you exit that door, no doubt. We all have a place, but...this place is outside such things. And your place is with us. And I am glad to see you. It has been a long time since I was thrown...but the pain is still fresh and real. Know my love and we shall share the pain and perhaps that burden will be less.

He watches Loki go.

He'll be back. He is getting brother...and probably blowing off some steam. He is Fire. He has a temper. He...has had many things happen recently which made your appearance...especially painful. He will return soon, though. Do not worry.

"Alright." She nods, and rubs the snake head comfortingly. For her or for him isn't immediately obvious; "Does he, David, know how its all going to turn out then? In the end?" The question is for Jormungand and David both, but she's not used to talking to strangers.

Unsurprisingly, she doesn't respond. Busy a) screaming or b) curled up with Loki.

Gir watches for a moment longer. Then he unscrews his head, pulls out a cupcake, and offers it to her.

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