As they passed through the prison's corridors, Hela suddenly stopped. Her sharp eyes locked onto one of the glass cell doors. "Oh?" she purr
As they passed through the prison's corridors, Hela suddenly stopped. Her sharp eyes locked onto one of the glass cell doors.
"Oh?" she purred, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Is that you, Mother? And who's that with you?"
Inside the cell, Frigga stood beside a black-haired figure—Loki.
The queen's eyes widened as she recognized her eldest daughter.
"Hela?" Her voice choked with emotion, tears welling in her eyes. "That means… Odin's dead, isn't he?"
Hela smirked, her tone dripping with mockery. "What are you talking about? He's right there, isn't he?" She pointed at the resurrected Odin, who stood beside Erik, looking exactly the same.
Odin turned to Erik, "Lord Eirikyr, do you think I should apologize to your mistress? I fear she harbors some hate toward me for what I did before…" the way he said it, even his tone and voice was the same. But his demeanor... it was respectful towards both Erik and towards his... mistress?
Erik deadpanned at him. "Don't speak for now."
Frigga's gaze shifted to Odin, and her heart sank as she realized the truth. Her husband—once the mighty All-Father—was now nothing more than a puppet soldier. Tears streamed down her face as she touched the glass barrier.
Hela reveled in her mother's sorrow, her grin widening. "You didn't tell me what you were doing with that boy over there in the prisons," she said, her tone teasing.
Frigga wiped her tears with her palm, her voice trembling. "He is Loki. Your brother."
Hela's eyes widened in mock surprise, she could sense Loki's real race, "Did you fuck a Jotun? Is that why Odin imprisoned you? Hahahahaha!"
She doubled over, clutching her stomach as she laughed uncontrollably.
"Odin got cucked! Hehehe, hahahaha!"
Frigga's brow twitched, her grief momentarily overshadowed by irritation.
Erik sighed, stepping closer to clear the misunderstanding. "He was adopted by Odin, Hela. Loki's a troublemaker and got imprisoned, but even so, Frigga loves him as much as her real son. Frigga might be here to meet him during these… tough times. She didn't cheat or anything like that."
Hela's laughter subsided, replaced by a disappointed pout. "Hm? Oh, well, that's a bit boring. So, he's just a pet for amusement."
"Loki is my son, Hela." Frigga said, her gaze darting to Odin's hollow shell. "Just as you are my daughter, no matter the paths you've walked."
Hela rolled her eyes. "Spare me the family values lectures, Mother. You let Odin bury me like garbage." Her sword manifested in her hand.
Erik's hand clamped down on Hela's wrist, his voice icy. "Deal with them later, Hela."
Hela made a thinking face, narrowing her eyes, and twisting her brows, then smirked and dissolved the blade.
"So," Loki drawled, folding his arms, "the eldest child returns. How… dramatic."
Hela's grin sharpened. "And the adopted one speaks? He's so full of himself."
Erik turned to walk away, "Let's leave, Hela."
Erik wondered if they might escape somehow, but discarded the thought. After all, if they could they would have already done so. It's not like Bifrost is the only way out of Asgard. Loki knows.
Hela turned her face to his back, she had followed him on her own behalf, but now, he was speaking as if she and him were going together somewhere. 'How cute!'
Hela shrugged, trailing after him as Odin's puppet led the way. Over her shoulder, she shot Loki a mocking look. "Till next time, Pup. Try not to die before I get bored."
As Hela too, walked away, Frigga's legs gave out as she slumped down on the floor, her voice echoed softly behind them. "Hela… I never stopped loving you."
However, neither Hela nor Erik heard her voice.
They soon reached the treasury.
The room was filled with countless ancient relics: the Tesseract, a casket from ancient winters, cursed pendants, holy swords and spears, a flock of ominous crows, and even a fake gauntlet.
One by one, these items levitated off their platforms as Erik's telekinetic power took hold. He gathered them all, flinging them into the open, circular vortex of Beelzebuth that stood like a gaping maw at the back of the treasury.
Hela watched, arms crossed, as Erik methodically stripped the room bare. "Taking even junk and fakes," she mused, tilting her head. "Any reason?"
Erik didn't glance back, his voice flat. "No particular reason. Just didn't want to come back in case I forgot anything."
"Fair enough," Hela shrugged, though her eyes narrowed as they landed on the Eternal Flame.
Erik stepped forward, plunging his hand into the flames. They coiled around his arm harmlessly, condensing into a searing orb in his palm.
'Can you replicate it?' he asked the system in his mind.
[Analysis complete!]
[The Eternal Flame has a primordial origin. Replication impossible.]
Turning to a far wall, he stared as his eyes began to shift in color—from their usual blue to a deep, glowing gold.
'Heimdall's eyes. How'd you get those, Husband-to-be? You get more interesting the more I watch you…' Hela's smirk widened.
Soon, a golden portal ripped open, and a figure stepped through—the Wasp, aka, Janet van Dyne, wearing her black-and-gold suit. Strange on the other side, closed the portal as he resumed his battle.
'Ah, yes... I kinda forgot declaring that I have slain Asgard's king...' Erik thought. 'Many Asgardian soldiers might still have not given up yet.'
"How may I serve you, my lord?" Wasp asked, bowing stiffly.
"Stand still," Erik ordered.
"Just stand still for a moment," he instructed. He lifted his palm—the one still cradling the ball of Eternal Flame—and slammed it down onto the Wasp's chest.
In a deep, resonant chant, Erik began the ritual. "With this Eternal Flame, you are reborn…" he intoned.
And...
Janet tilted her head, "Was something supposed to happen?" She unfasted the upper part of her suit, revealing her chest clad in a sports bra. Shaking her head in disappointment as she looked at her chest, she sighed, "Hm, nothing happened after all... Lord Eirikyr."
However, the next instant, just as she said that Janet's heart stopped beating, her eyes widened and she passed out.
Erik let her fall down. The next moment she opened her eyes, she rubbed the back of her head. Waking up groggily, she sat up and looked around a bit.
Her eyes showed confusion, "Do you guys know where I am exactly?"
Erik crouched down beside her, "We are in a safe place. Can you tell us your name and the last thing you remember?" He asked with interest.
Erik's heart was beating fast.
He was really close...
Or has he already arrived at his destination?
Janet's response would make it clear as a day.
"I am Janet... and, the last thing... Oh my God, Dad! H-He brought something sinister from the Quantum zone. I was bitten by 'it' too...and then... and then." She breathed fast as she remembered, her next memories... a blank slate.
Erik smirked.
He had after all successful.
This was true resurrection!
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