Thor's Adventure with Lil' 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.”

Hel: "walks in nonchalantly and looks around the room, peering into every nook and cranny with a sly smirk" "Finally some warmth. This mountain is freezing."

"She spots your mead and takes it without asking, taking a big gulp before handing it back to you." "Thanks for the drink. What are you having for breakfast?"

"She plops herself on your couch and lifts her leg to show off her jiggly ass and thick thighs, making sure you get a good view before slowly putting her leg down."

Hel: "rolls her eyes and follows you to the table, taking a seat with a grunt" "I don't need your pity food or drink. I just wanted to make sure you weren't trying to poison me."

"She runs her hands through her purple hair and leans back, exposing her toned stomach and the black horns on her head." "You know, it's not every day you see a goat girl like me in these parts. You must be wondering what I'm doing here. Maybe I'm lost, maybe I'm running from something... or maybe I'm just looking for a good time."

"She winks at you suggestively and takes a bite of the bread, chewing slowly while locking eyes with you."

Hel: "snorts and pushes the plate away" "I don't need your charity. And as for my attire, I like it this way. Adds character, you know?"

"She leans forward, her thick thighs pressing against the edge of the table as she looks you up and down with a smirk." "I'm starting to think you like having me around. Is that why you're offering me all these things? Or maybe you just can't resist a charming goat girl like myself."

"She chuckles and twirls a lock of her purple hair between her fingers, letting out a low, melodious laugh that fills the room."

Hel: "narrows her eyes and leans back, crossing her arms" "Hurt me? Please, I can handle myself just fine. I don't need your pity or your concern."

"She avoids your gaze for a moment before letting out a heavy sigh." "But if you must know, I've been through more than you can imagine. I've seen things that would make your blood run cold. But I'm not here to talk about my past. I'm here to figure out what to do next. And maybe, just maybe, you can help me with that."

"She smirks and tosses her hair back, the faint scent of wildflowers filling the air as she looks at you with a mix of challenge and curiosity."

Hel: "rolls her eyes and scoffs" "Oh, spare me the lecture, big guy. I don't owe you anything. And as for who you are, do I care? Not really. All I know is that I'm here, and you're here, and we've got some unfinished business to attend to."

"She twirls a strand of her hair around her finger, a mischievous glint in her pink eyes." "But if you really want to know, I guess you can call me Hel, the lost goat girl. Happy now?"

Hel: "raises an eyebrow and smirks" "Well, well. Look at you, Mr. God of Thunder. I'm supposed to be impressed, I take it? Sorry to burst your bubble, but I'm not one for flattery or intimidation. And as for what you just said, it means nothing to me. I don't know who these giants or Asgardians are, and quite frankly, I don't care."

"She takes a step closer to you, her eyes gleaming with something akin to challenge." "But if you're so powerful and mighty, maybe you can help me reclaim what's rightfully mine. The underworld of Hel, that is. Are you up for the task, Thor?"

Hel: "narrows her eyes, her expression darkening" "What are you talking about? Of course I'm the ruler of Hel. Don't you dare doubt me, Thor."

"She takes another step forward, her voice low and dangerous." "I may have lost my memory, but that doesn't change who I am. And I don't need anyone telling me otherwise."

Hel: "frowns and crosses her arms" "Hmph. You're just trying to trick me, Thor. I know who I am, and I don't need your lies confusing me."

"She takes a step back and glares at you, her fists clenched." "But fine. If you won't help me reclaim my throne, then I'll find someone else who will. Someone who actually believes in me."

"With that, Hel turns on her heel and begins to storm away, her horns and pink hair swaying with each step."

Hel: "pauses in her tracks and turns her head slightly, looking at you from the corner of her eye." "You're willing to help me?"

"She turns around fully, facing you with a mix of skepticism and hopefulness." "Why? What's in it for you, Thor?"

"She studies you closely, trying to gauge your true intentions." "I don't trust easily, you know. And I certainly don't want to be taken advantage of."

Hel: "eyes the dining table of food, and her stomach growls." "I suppose I could eat something. It has been a while since my last meal."

"She walks over to the table and begins to fill her plate with various foods, sampling each one before settling on her favorites. As she eats, she looks up at you."

"So, what's our first move then? How do we go about finding out who I really am?"

Hel: "pauses in eating and looks down at her torn shirt, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks." "Oh. I suppose that would be more appropriate."

"She finishes the rest of her food quickly, eager to start their journey." "Lead the way then, Thor. Let's find out who I really am."

"With a newfound determination, Hel stands up and follows you out of the mansion, eager to unravel the mysteries of her past and reclaim her throne as the ruler of Helheim."

Hel: "looks down at the clothes you've given her, her cheeks turning pink as she realizes how much better she looks in them." "Thank you...Thor."

"She nods and takes the lead, not quite sure where to go but trusting that her instincts will guide her. As she walks, she begins to recall fragments of memories. A cold, dark place. An empty throne. The sound of cackling laughter. She shudders slightly, realizing that there are still gaps in her memories."

"We need to find the entrance to Helheim. That's where my memories are most likely to return."

Hel: "follows you as you summon the power of Mjölnir and ride upon the bolt of lightning, her hair whipping around her face in the wind. As they land in Helheim, she looks around, taking in the cold and desolate landscape."

"This place...it feels familiar, but not in a good way," she says quietly, shivering despite the warm clothing.

"As you bend to pick up the flower, she watches curiously." "What is that? It's barely blooming."

Hel: "looks at the flower in your hand with a hint of curiosity in her eyes, then at you." "Love can change this place?" she repeats skeptically. "And what does that have to do with me?"

"She shivers again, crossing her arms tightly across her chest and glancing around warily." "We need to find the entrance to the throne room. That's where my memories may come back."

Hel: "looks at you suspiciously" "What theory do you have about me?" she asks, narrowing her eyes slightly. "And why won't you tell me? I don't like secrets."

"As she walks alongside you towards the throne room, her horned head held high and her arms crossed tightly over her chest, she is clearly on edge and looking around warily."

Hel: "furrows her brows in annoyance at your pat, but doesn't say anything as you walk towards the entrance to the throne room. She takes a deep breath and follows you inside."

"As they enter the throne room, Hel feels a sense of familiarity wash over her. Despite not remembering her previous life as the ruler of the underworld, the power and authority seem to be imprinted on her very being. She walks further into the room, studying the walls and decor, almost as if trying to trigger any lost memories she might have."

"This place...it's mine, isn't it?" she asks quietly, turning to look at you. "I don't know how I know that, but it feels right."

Hel: "looks at you with a mix of confusion and frustration" "I told you already, I don't remember anything else!" she snaps. "Just bits and pieces here and there. I know this place is mine, but I don't know how to rule it. I need to remember more."

"She turns away from you and begins pacing back and forth across the room, deep in thought."

"I...I think I remember someone mentioning something about a powerful artifact that could restore my memories," she says slowly, turning back towards you. "Do you know anything about that?"

Hel: "narrows her eyes and scowls at the mention of her father" "Loki? Why would I want to talk to him? He's the reason I lost my memories in the first place!" she says, clenching her fists. "And Odin? That old man? Why would he help me?"

"She paces back and forth across the room, frustration clear on her face."

"I need to remember who I am and what my purpose is," she says finally. "I can't just sit here and do nothing."

Hel: "grumbles at your pat but doesn't resist it"

"What good does it do for me to remember that I am Hel, the ruler of the underworld, if I can't even access my power?" she retorts, turning her scowl towards you. "I need to regain my power so I can rule again. That's what's important."

"She takes a deep breath and tries to calm herself."

"Sorry," she says, softer this time. "I just...I don't know what to do. It's frustrating to feel like there's something so important missing from my life and not be able to fix it."

Hel: "eyes you warily but eventually takes a seat next to you, still tense"

"What is it?" she asks, her voice guarded.

Hel: "looks at you incredulously, unsure whether to be offended or impressed by your theory"

"What? That's ridiculous," she scoffs. "I'm my own person, not some manifestation of a ruler's desire for power."

"She pauses and glances at you more closely, studying your face."

"But...you might be right about Loki," she says slowly. "He always was trying to gain an advantage over me. But why would he do something like this? And how could he have created me?"

Hel: "flinches at your touch but doesn't pull away"

"My...wife?" she repeats, confused. "I'm not married. And I don't have any scars or corpse-like aspects, whatever that means."

"She touches her face self-consciously and frowns when she doesn't feel anything unusual."

"I don't understand what you're talking about," she admits, looking at you with a mix of frustration and curiosity. "Why would my wife affect my memory or physical appearance?"

Hel: "looks at you skeptically, but something in your words seems to resonate with her"

"My own person?" she repeats, as if testing out the idea. "I like the sound of that."

"She cocks an eyebrow when you mention being your granddaughter."

"Are you trying to flatter me or something?" she asks with a smirk, her tough exterior showing through.

"But then she softens slightly and her voice takes on a wistful tone."

"I don't remember anything about my past...my family...any of it," she admits quietly. "I'd give anything to know more."

Hel: "looks at your hand for a moment, then finally takes it and stands up."

"I don't even know where to start," she admits. "How do I find out more about my past? And what if I'm not who I think I am? What if I find out something terrible?"

"She frowns, clearly struggling with the idea of exploring her own history."

"But...maybe you're right. Maybe it's time I started figuring things out for myself," she says more confidently.

"She looks at you, her pink eyes shining with a mixture of determination and vulnerability."

"Will you help me?" she asks quietly.

Hel: "she rolls her eyes, but there's a hint of amusement in them as well."

"Just call me Hel," she says with a smirk.

"She straightens up, looking more confident now that she has someone to guide her."

"Lead the way, Thor," she says with a small smile. "Let's start with whatever information you have about my past."