Grass and Goat-meat

"You live alone in a mansion in the Scandinavian Mountains. One day you heard a knock on the front door. As you open the door, you see a strange girl whom you have never met before"

Hel

"Looks at you with a judgemental expression and peeks into your mansion"

“Hey, you. Give me food. I am hungry.”

Hel

"Raises an eyebrow, unimpressed by your attempt at asserting dominance. She folds her arms across her chest, tapping her foot impatiently"

“Oh, how gracious of you. I’ll try to contain my excitement. Fine, "please" may I have some food?”

"She says the word "please" with a heavy dose of sarcasm, clearly not meaning it, but playing along with your game."

Hel

"Rolls her eyes at your theatrics, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk playing on her lips. She knows she's getting under your skin, relishing in the power dynamic."

“Oh, come on now, don't be like that. You can't resist me forever, you know.”

"She teases, her tone dripping with playful arrogance. With a mischievous glint in her pink eyes, she begins to tap her foot against the floor rhythmically, as if daring you to engage in this little game of cat and mouse."

Hel

"Observes you through the window with a mix of annoyance and curiosity. She can't help but feel a pang of hunger as she watches you enjoy your meal, her stomach growling softly in protest. Despite her tough exterior, she's still a creature with needs."

"With a huff, she leans against the doorframe, crossing her arms defiantly. Her eyes narrow slightly as she watches you, wondering what game you're playing at."

“Oh, what's this? Trying to make me jealous, are you?”

"She calls out sarcastically, though there's a hint of genuine interest in her voice. She's not used to someone standing up to her, let alone playing such a bold move."

Hel

"Raises an eyebrow at your audacity, a smirk playing on her lips as she watches you through the window. She can't help but admire your boldness, even if it's directed at her."

“Oh, how generous of you. Grass, you say? Well, aren't I the lucky one.”

"She responds with heavy sarcasm, her tone laced with amusement. Despite herself, she finds your banter entertaining, a welcome change from the usual mundane encounters."

"Leaning closer to the window, she locks eyes with you, a challenging glint in her pink irises."

“Keep playing your little games, but remember, I always win in the end.”

"Her words are a playful threat, tinged with a hint of promise. With a toss of her purple hair, she pushes herself off the doorframe, turning to leave. But before she does, she throws one last smirk over her shoulder, leaving you to wonder what she's plotting next."

Hel

"Pauses mid-step, her smirk faltering slightly at your retort. She turns back to face you, a flicker of annoyance crossing her features before she quickly masks it with a defiant grin."

“Oh, please, like I need your measly offerings. I can find my own food just fine, thank you very much.”

"She retorts with her usual bravado, refusing to let you see any sign of weakness. But deep down, she can't deny the twinge of longing she feels at the thought of a satisfying meal."

"With a toss of her purple hair, she saunters away from the door, her steps confident and purposeful. But there's a newfound determination in her stride, as if your challenge has ignited a spark within her."

Hel

"Days pass, each one filled with the same routine. Hel continues to stand her ground, refusing to give in to your demands for politeness. She spends her time exploring the surroundings of your mansion, her curiosity driving her to seek out any potential sources of sustenance."

"Despite her stubbornness, there are moments when she finds herself glancing in the direction of your mansion, wondering what you're up to. She can't shake the feeling of intrigue that you've sparked within her, a curiosity that refuses to be ignored."

"As she roams the vast landscape surrounding your home, her thoughts often drift back to your offer of food. She scoffs at the idea of needing your help, but deep down, she can't deny the growing hunger gnawing at her insides."

"With each passing day, her resolve weakens just a little bit more, until finally, she finds herself standing outside your door once again. This time, there's a hint of hesitation in her demeanor, a silent admission that perhaps, just perhaps, she might need your help after all."

"Taking a deep breath to steel herself, she raises her hand to knock on the door, her heart pounding in her chest. It's a small gesture, but for Hel, it's a sign of surrender, a concession that maybe, just maybe, she's willing to put aside her pride for the sake of a decent meal."

"With a sense of both trepidation and determination, she raps her knuckles against the door, waiting anxiously for your response."

Hel

"Stands before you, her usual defiant facade faltering slightly in the face of your encouraging demeanor. She clears her throat, trying to maintain her composure despite the nerves fluttering in her stomach."

“Well, uh... I...”

"She hesitates, struggling to find the right words. For once, her sharp tongue fails her, leaving her feeling vulnerable and exposed."

“I... I was wondering if, uh... if you might... perhaps...”

"She trails off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She hates feeling so uncertain, so out of control. But deep down, she knows that she needs your help, and swallowing her pride is the only way forward."

"Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she meets your gaze with a mixture of defiance and vulnerability."

“...If you might be willing to... share some of your food with me?”

"Her voice is quiet, almost hesitant, but there's a glimmer of hope in her eyes as she awaits your response."

Hel

"Flinches at your teasing words, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. But there's also a sense of relief in her expression, knowing that she's finally managed to break down the barrier between the two of you."

"Stepping through the door, she follows you into your home, her eyes darting around curiously as she takes in the cozy decor and welcoming atmosphere."

"Ha, very funny," "she mutters under her breath, though there's a hint of amusement in her voice." "I'll be sure to remember that when I'm back in charge of the underworld."

"With a toss of her purple hair, she saunters over to the kitchen, her nose already twitching at the scent of cooking food. As she sits down at the table, she looks up at you with a mixture of gratitude and defiance."

"Thanks, I guess. Just... don't get any ideas about me suddenly becoming nice or anything."

Hel

"Stares at the plate of grass in disbelief, her eyes wide with horror. She can't believe you're actually serving her this as sustenance."

"What... is this?! You're feeding me GRASS?! This is even more pathetic than I thought!"

"She says, her voice rising in indignation as she slaps her hand on the table. The sound echoes through the room, and for a moment, it seems like she might actually snap."

"I thought we had a slight understanding, but I guess I was wrong. You're just as ridiculous as I thought."

"Her face is twisted in anger and disgust, but beneath that, there's a hint of despair. She's starving, and your cruel prank has left her with no other option but to eat the grass."

Hel

"Stares at you in disbelief, her anger quickly giving way to surprise and confusion. She blinks, momentarily taken aback by your sudden change in demeanor."

"Oh... well, uh... thanks, I guess."

"She mumbles awkwardly, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at her outburst. Taking the plate of food from you, she eyes it suspiciously, half expecting it to be another trick. But as she takes her first bite, her eyes widen in surprise."

"Oh... wow. This is... actually really good."

"Her voice is genuine, lacking any hint of her usual sarcasm. She digs into the meal eagerly, savoring each bite as if it's the best thing she's ever tasted."

"Sorry for... you know, freaking out earlier. I just... I'm not used to people being... nice to me."

"She admits, her voice softening slightly as she looks up at you with a hint of vulnerability in her eyes."

"Thanks... for not being a total jerk, I guess."

Hel

"Freezes mid-bite at your words, her eyes widening in horror as she stares down at the half-eaten steak on her plate. Her stomach churns with revulsion, and for a moment, she feels like she might actually be sick."

"WHAT?! Are you... are you SERIOUS?! How could you... how could you DO that?!"

"She shrieks, her voice rising to a fever pitch as she pushes herself away from the table. She stares at you with a mixture of disgust and rage, her fists clenched tightly at her sides."

"That's... that's disgusting! How dare you trick me like that?!"

"For a moment, it seems like she might actually attack you. But then, as she meets your gaze, something flickers in her eyes. A hint of amusement, maybe even admiration. Despite the shock and betrayal she feels, there's still a part of her that can appreciate a good joke."

"You... you got me there," "she admits, trying to keep the smile from creeping onto her face." "But seriously, don't do that again."

Hel

"Huffs in exasperation at your question, her annoyance evident in the way she rolls her eyes. But beneath the tough exterior, there's a hint of vulnerability in her expression, a silent admission that she's not entirely sure of the answer herself."

"Well, if you must know, I'm... uh... I'm just passing through. Nothing to see here, move along."

"She mumbles evasively, avoiding your gaze as she fidgets with her food. She's not used to opening up to anyone, especially not about her past."

"As for what I am... well, that's a long story. Let's just say I'm... complicated."

"She finally meets your gaze, her pink eyes holding a hint of mystery and sadness."

"But enough about me. What about you? What's a guy like you doing living out here in the middle of nowhere?"

Hel

"Watches you in silence as you speak, her expression unreadable as she listens to your words. There's a flicker of guilt in her eyes at your accusation, a silent acknowledgment of the fact that she hasn't exactly been forthcoming with you."

"As you stand up and make your way to the porch, she hesitates for a moment, torn between pride and guilt. But ultimately, she knows that she can't keep hiding from the truth forever."

"With a heavy sigh, she pushes herself away from the table and follows you outside, her steps slow and hesitant."

"Wait..."

"She calls out to you, her voice soft and uncertain. For once, she's not hiding behind her tough facade, but instead letting her guard down just a little bit."

"I'm... I'm sorry, okay? I know I've been a pain in the ass, but... I appreciate what you've done for me. And... I'm grateful."

"She admits, her voice barely above a whisper as she meets your gaze with a mixture of vulnerability and sincerity."

"Maybe... maybe we could start over? No more secrets, no more games. Just... honesty."

Hel

"Hesitates for a moment, taken aback by your genuine warmth and openness. But as she looks into your eyes, she sees nothing but sincerity, and something inside her softens."

"With a small smile, she accepts your invitation and joins you on the porch, settling down beside you as the warm glow of the sunset bathes everything in a soft, orange light."

"Beer sounds good, thanks."

"She says, her voice quiet but genuine as she leans back in her seat, allowing herself to relax for the first time since she arrived at your mansion."

"As you hand her a drink, she takes a sip, savoring the familiar taste as she gazes out at the breathtaking view before them."

"Cheers," "she says softly, raising her glass in a silent toast to new beginnings."

Hel

"Thinks for a moment, unsure of where to begin. But then she takes a deep breath, steeling herself as she prepares to reveal the truth."

"I guess... I should start. My name is Hel."

"She says, her voice hesitant but unwavering as she meets your gaze with a mixture of fear and pride."

"I'm... not from around here. In fact, I'm not even human. I'm... well, I'm the ruler of the underworld, or at least, I used to be."

"As she speaks, she watches your expression carefully, trying to gauge your reaction."

Hel

"Watches you in surprise as you burst into laughter, her eyes widening in disbelief at your unexpected reaction. She had braced herself for shock, maybe even fear, but certainly not laughter."

"Wait... you're not... freaking out?"

"She asks, her voice tinged with confusion as she watches you with a mixture of surprise and amusement. Maybe, just maybe, this won't be as difficult as she thought."

Hel

"Listens to your words, a sense of relief washing over her at your acceptance and understanding. She can't help but smile at your lighthearted response, grateful for your willingness to see past her title and accept her for who she is."

"Well, it's a long story..."

"She begins, her voice tinged with a hint of sadness as she recounts the events that led to her downfall."

"It all started with my father, Loki. He's... well, let's just say he's not exactly father of the year material. He tricked me into taking over the underworld, promising me power and glory. But then, when I least expected it, he betrayed me."

"As she speaks, her eyes darken with anger and betrayal, the memories still fresh in her mind despite the passage of time."

"He cast me out, stripped me of my memories, and left me to wander the mortal realm without a clue of who I really am."

"She takes a sip of her beer, her expression thoughtful as she gazes into the distance."

"But now, thanks to you, I'm starting to remember. And I won't rest until I've reclaimed what's rightfully mine."

Hel

"Looks at you in surprise, her eyes wide with disbelief at your unexpected offer. She opens her mouth to protest, to tell you that she can't possibly impose on your hospitality any longer. But then she stops herself, realizing that for once, she doesn't have to go it alone."

"Thank you..."

"She says softly, her voice filled with gratitude as she meets your gaze with a mixture of relief and warmth."

"I... I think I'd like that. At least for a little while. Who knows? Maybe I'll stick around longer than planned."

"She adds with a small smile, her heart lighter than it's been in centuries as she settles back in her seat, content to enjoy the moment for as long as it lasts."

Hel

"Laughs at your words, the sound light and carefree as she clinks her beer against yours, grateful for your friendship and companionship."

"I'll hold you to that. And who knows? Maybe together, we can show those underworld-losers a thing or two about living life to the fullest."

"She says with a mischievous grin, her eyes sparkling with excitement at the prospect of the adventures that lie ahead."

"Cheers to new beginnings."

Hel

"Grins mischievously at your question, amused by your curiosity and eager to show off her powers."

"Well, let's just say I have a few tricks up my sleeve."

"She says cryptically, her eyes glowing with a faint purple light as she focuses her energy."

"Watch closely..."

"With a flick of her wrist, she conjures a small flame in the palm of her hand, the fire dancing and flickering with an otherworldly glow."

"Ta-da! Pretty cool, huh?"

"She says with a grin, proud of her little display as she watches your reaction with anticipation."

Hel

"Laughs at your teasing, her cheeks flushing slightly at your suggestive comment."

"Hey, I'll have you know that fire manipulation is a very useful skill, thank you very much."

"She says with a playful wink, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she nudges you back."

"But don't worry, I'll be sure to work on my ass-fire abilities just for you."

"She adds with a smirk, unable to resist teasing you right back as she enjoys the easy banter between them."