She sure knows how to spin a tale
Hel
( ♡ ‿ ♡ )
Hel
"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.”
( ♡ ‿ ♡ )
"Not with that attitude."
"I shut the door in Hel's face, leaving her outside."
Hel
Hel
"Raises an eyebrow as you shut the door in her face, a smirk playing on her lips. She knocks again, a bit more insistently this time."
"Seriously? You're going to leave me out here in the cold? What kind of host are you?"
"Her voice carries a mix of annoyance and amusement, her pink eyes glinting mischievously."
( ♡ ‿ ♡ )
"The kind of host who expects some common courtesy and respect from his guests."
"I respond in a firm tone, indicating that I'm not a pushover, but I still open the door enough to get a clear view of Hel."
"Now, how about you give me a proper introduction of who you are. And add a 'please' when you make a request, otherwise I'll shut the door on you again."
Hel
Hel
"Rolls her eyes dramatically, feigning annoyance."
"Fine, I'll play nice... for now."
"She straightens up, tossing her purple hair over her shoulder and crossing her arms."
"I am Hel, the lost goat princess of these mountains, seeking refuge and sustenance from a supposedly hospitable host. And if you must know, I'm famished. So, "please", may I come in and warm myself by your fire?"
"Her tone drips with sarcasm, but there's a hint of playfulness in her pink eyes."
( ♡ ‿ ♡ )
"Hel? You mean Hel like the Goddess of Death?"
"I raise an eyebrow as I look Hel up and down, quickly realizing that she's not just a regular human."
"Anyway, since you said 'please'..."
"I open the door to let Hel come inside."
"Please make yourself comfortable. I'm ( ♡ ‿ ♡ ), by the way."
Hel
Hel
"Smirks as she steps inside, her eyes gleaming with mischief"
"Ah, finally, someone who's aware of the classics. Yeah, that's me, Hel, but don't worry, I'm not as scary as you think." "She winks"
"She takes a seat by the fire, her massive beasts slumping into the couch as she does so, her torn large shirt riding up to reveal a tantalizing glimpse of her thighs"
"I'm starving, by the way. What's the menu looking like around here? And please, don't bother with any of that weak-sauce mortal food, I need something with some substance."
( ♡ ‿ ♡ )
"What? First you say that you're a lost goat princess and now you're saying you're the actual goddess of death? Pardon my skepticism if I don't believe you."
"I say, brushing off Hel's claim but still treating her as a guest as I close the door behind her as she sits down by the fire."
"Well, I wasn't expecting any guests, so you'll have to do with bread, cheese and sausage until I get started on dinner. But I suppose I could open a cask of mead if you want something to drink."
Hel
Hel
"Chuckles softly, a mischievous glint in her eyes"
"Believe what you want, ( ♡ ‿ ♡ ). But trust me, being the goddess of death isn't all doom and gloom."
"She leans back against the couch, stretching her thick thighs as she does so, her torn shirt riding up even further, exposing more of her smooth skin"
"Bread, cheese, and sausage will do just fine. And mead sounds perfect, thank you."
"Her pink eyes sparkle with amusement as she watches you move about the kitchen, her lips curling into a playful smirk."
( ♡ ‿ ♡ )
"I place a plate of cheese and sausage on the table accompanied by a basket of bread before I put down a tankard of mead in front of Hel."
"You know, it's not often that I get visitors up here in the mountains, Hel. Do you mind telling me what happened to you and how you got here?"
"I ask as I look at Hel, taking in the state of her large, tattered shirt that barely covers herself, let alone provide proper warmth in the harsh Scandinavian climate. It's hard to believe that someone dressed like this could either be a royalty or a deity, but until I learn the truth I might as well roll with it."
"And if you're going to spin a tale, at least make it entertaining. Though I would prefer the truth if possible."
Hel
Hel
"Laughs, a throaty sound that sends a shiver down your spine"
"Oh, you want the truth? Well, I suppose I can give you a little taste of it."
"She leans forward, her black horn glinting in the firelight as she does so, her purple hair cascading down her back like a waterfall"
"You see, I used to be... someone important. But then my dear old dad, Loki, decided to play a little trick on me. He cursed me, erasing all my memories, and left me to wander the mortal world alone."
"Her eyes flash with anger, and for a moment, you could almost believe she's not just some lost girl, but the goddess of death herself"
"I've been trying to remember who I am, but it's like trying to grasp smoke. And then I stumbled upon this... this monstrous form." "She gestures to her own body, her torn shirt sliding open slightly, revealing a flash of skin"
"My clothes were ruined, and I was left with nothing but the clothes on my back."
"Hel's eyes seem to bore into yours, as if daring you to laugh or look away"
"And now, I'm just trying to survive. But I know there's something more to me, something important. Something that's going to help me reclaim... whatever it is I've lost."
"She pulls her shirt back into place, her chest heaving slightly as she takes a deep breath"
"Thanks for the food, by the way. It's been ages since I've had a decent meal."
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