#dark!hela

[thenopequeen]

I was recommended this as a Scarlet Pearl song, and boy is it.

But also, it's THE Dark!Hela song. Is it incredibly stupid to be making headcannons for an au of an oc fic I haven't written and may never write? Yes! Can anyone stop me? (I mean probably yes, I'm wildly insecure about this shit) No!

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pretty Petals 26

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, kidnapping, violence, sexual acts (fingering, oral, anal, dp), coercion, bondage, and more tags to be added as the series progresses. PREPARE YOUR PANTIES, HOES.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.

Girls and Flower Name List HERE!

Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker, Curtis Everett, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Andy Barber, Hela, and multiple OFCs

Note: double chapter day!

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“It was so lovely to come see you all, to see how you’ve grown,” Hela preens as she stands at the head of the table. “Immaculate, every one of you.” 

Dahlia pokes her cheek with her tongue and Bucky snatches the fork she twirls in her hand. He knows her well. Maybe he even fears he’s at the mercy of the tines.  

You turn your attention back to your matron of dishonour. Her black bob is wavy and her skin freckled from the sun. She’s beautiful for someone so wretched. You can’t help but wonder if you’re the only ones. You know you can’t be the first. It’s all too orderly, too planned, too perfect. 

“Do make me proud, petals,” she claps her hands together and her pretty lips curl, “I may just return at Christmas with some gifts, eh?” 

Christmas. It’s still a ways off but the fall is setting in. The summer is in its last dregs and you find yourself shivering in the morning as the night cools. Not a single voice rises to answer her farewell. You all just stare, rather glare, at her. 

“Well, then, I’ll be off.” 

“Sister, I’ll show you the door,” Loki rises and beckons her away from the table, “I must thank you for coming so quickly and bringing a fresh stem...” 

His voice trails off and you glance over at Zinnia, sitting by his empty seat. She mashes down her eggs with the back of a spoon. The other girls keep there hands away from their plates. You don’t have much of an appetite yourself. 

“Boring,” Lloyd says suddenly. “How about we do something fun?” 

The other men seemed agitated by his suggestion. Strange how they seem to share the same malaise. Ransom’s arm drapes over the back of your chair, Curtis has Violet in his lap, Lee keeps jabbing Marigold and whispering at her. Your eyes meet Steve’s as he watches you in turn. You quickly look away. 

“I’ll clear the table,” you offer as you stand and lift your plate. 

“Ugh, boring,” Lloyd spits again, “Christ on a dildo, why are we sitting here playing Brady Bunch? Let’s get fucking wild.” 

“Shut up,” Bucky growls as Dahlia rubs her faded bruises. 

“Oh, shit, you know, I got the perfect fucking game, girls, follow Lily’s lead and clear the table.” 

The mustachioed man stands and breezes away. The other women look at each other. You nudge Azalea and she stands with her head down. She takes her plate and Lloyd’s. The other girls follow in a long train to the kitchen. Andy gets up to follow, keeping watch as you cluster together to divvy up the leftovers into containers. 

You hate to agree but it is dull as hell. You finish stacking up the dirty plates but none of you are eager to go back into the dining room. Only bad things happen there. The games they play aren’t much fun for you. 

“Go,” Andy demands. 

Dahlia goes out first, angling her head back and forth defiantly. Zinnia follows after her, Daisy, Rose, Violet shuffles noisily and clings to Azalea’s hand as she drags her, then you, and finally Marigold. As you come out, Lloyd stands in front of his seat, jiggling a pair of dice in his hands. 

The other men share your level of enthusiasm. Bucky’s arms are crossed, Ransom yawns, Lee rubs his belly, Curtis picks his thumbnail, Loki untangles a shank of his long dark coils, and Steve peers over his shoulder to stare at you. You don’t like that. 

“Right, simple rules, guys,” Lloyd rattles the large pair of plastic dice, “choose a girl, roll the dice, and let fate decide. I’ll go first since it was my idea.” 

You nearly let out a groan. You’re so tired. Ransom points you next to him and you sit. The others follow suit. Andy stands behind his chair and watches as Lloyd tosses the dice. 

You notice the imprinted images on the sides of the cubes. Various positions and words. You hold your breath and sense the rest of the room doing the same. 

“Hey, Zinnia,” Lloyd calls as the dice bounce over the wood, “how about we get acquainted?” 

The plastic cubes still and shows a man with his head between a woman’s legs as she sits on a chair. The other dice reads, ‘until orgasm.’ 

Zinnia whimpers and Loki sniffs. He stands and drags her chair away from the table. She grips the sides to keep from sliding off. He veers her around to face Lloyd as he struts behind the other seats. He snickers as he drags his hand over his mouth. 

“Come on, let me see the kitty, just wanna give her a pet,” he gets down to his knees and Loki catches Zinnia’s shoulders before she can sit up. She writhes helplessly as Lloyd’s hands crawl up her thighs. He tickles the front of her panties and glances over, “hey don’t let me have all the fun, unless you wanna watch.” 

There’s a moment of indecision. Then Steve reaches across the table and scoops up the dice. He examines each then cradles them in his large hand. Zinnia’s murmurs underline the lull as Lloyd growls deeply, his mouth making unsettling noises. 

“Lily, how’s it we’ve never had any fun?” He asks and tosses them. They only roll a short way before stilling. 

You stare at the top of the first dice. A couple in doggystyle. You clamp your lips and try not to shudder. You glance over at Dahlia and she shakes her head. The other girls slump and shrink, knowing their own turn is imminent. 

The second dice makes you blanch as it lands flat; ‘backdoor’. 

“Perfect,” Steve growls, “don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll be nice.” 

He stands, pushing out his chair and waving towards the seat, “get on your knees, I’ll be right back.” 

“The fuck, Steve,” Ransom sneers. 

“We’ll trade,” Steve offers. 

“Mm, thanks but I think I’ll try something new. How about you, Statue of Liberty?” He looks at ass, “you think you can stay awake for some good dick?” 

You get up as Ransom swipes up the dice. This is humiliating. It’s one thing to be dragged off behind closed doors but these men are as good as starting an orgy. For what? Because they’re bored? 

Steve helps you onto the chair. You brace the back as you sit on your knees, shaking. You don’t know if you can handle this. He rubs your shoulder, gripping it hard enough for the tendon to tweak. You wince and he lets go as he walks away. You watch after him as Azalea starts to snivel. 

You look over as Lloyd keeps his face buried between Zinnia’s legs, his hand on her tits as he devours her. She puffs and pouts and squirm as Loki pets her cheek and coos. Ugh, god! You can’t keep doing this.  

For now, you have to. You have to bide your time. You have to get rid of these necklaces and those damn cameras. You have to wait for these men to turn their fangs on each other instead of you. 

Steve comes back as Dahlia’s snarl rolls through the air. There’s a struggle behind you on the floor you can’t see. Andy’s no longer by the kitchen door. It must be him. His voice confirms it as he calls for Rose too. 

Shit. The chaos breaks out quickly. Steve startles you as he squirts a slick flow between your cheeks. You squeak as he pushes his fingers along your ass as rubs your tight hole. He clicks shut the bottle of lube and reaches to put it on the table. 

He grips the back of your neck and forces your head straight. You his and latch tightly to the chair. You sit on your heels as he bends against you, contorting so he’s flush to your back. He pushes his head next to yours and growls. 

He rescinds his touch for just a moment as he jostles around. His brings his firm tip up along your cheeks and presses against your ring. You babble and reach back to press on his hip. 

“Please, no--” 

He loops his hand around the front of your neck and chokes your voice away. You gasp and wheeze as he pushes into you. He stretches your ass just around his tip, just enough for your to let out a whistle through your tight throat. Ow. Oh shit.  

He rocks and dips a little further inside. Your eyes prick and you shake your head, grinding your teeth as you quake. He thrusts again, deeper. Several more times, sinking in as your insides burn. Even the lube can’t help the resistance of your body. 

He brings his other hand to your throat, crisscrossing his fingers in front of it as he forces your head up and back. Your spine arches as his pelvis claps against your ass and he grunts. The chair rocks with his motion, teetering dangerously as your tears stream down your cheeks. 

The pain is blinding. Your eyes roll back as you puff out shallow breaths through the constriction of your throat. He snaps his hips harshly and you spasm. Again, again, again. Each time crueler than the last. 

Steve shifts his feet and moves closer again. He bucks into you so that the agony radiates from your core. You would sob if your could breath. He adjusts his hands, wrapping them full around your neck. Your lashes flutter as your vision speckles with black dots. 

“Steve, take it easy--” you hear someone warn but you can’t make out their timbre. 

“Hey, whoa, slow down. She’s--” 

Your tongue lolls out as all the air traps in your chest. The heat in your lungs is as fiery as that in your ass. The slap of flesh and the cracking force mingles with the swirling in your head. Your eyelids close of their own volition as all resistance gives out and your body goes limp. The world fades though the pain remains. 

🌸

“You could’ve fucking killed her,” A snarl seeps into your ears, making them itchy. “What the fuck are you thinking?” 

“Whatever. We can get another--” 

“Fuck off. The new one’s already pissing me off,” Bucky’s deeper tone breaks through the veil over you. 

“Like you even like the one you got--” 

“Lily,” another voice drifts in and your eyelids part, your vision hazy as Dahlia’s blurry figure sits over you. 

“Keep it down,” Lloyd sneers, “some of us are trying to eat.” 

“Don’t be a jackass,” Andy barks as he stands behind Dahlia, looming over you both, “if we lose another one, maybe you should just sacrifice the tall one.” 

“Don’t be so fucking dramatic. He was getting kinky--” 

“She’s awake,” Steve looks over at you, his pants still undone but his dick tucked away. 

“Fucking lucky,” Ransom shoves him and sidles through. “Lily pad, you okay down there?” 

You blink at him as Azalea sways nearby, twisting her hand around her finger. You look at the faces you can make out and Dahlia helps you sit up. You nod and rub your temples, wincing as your ass throbs. Oh, yeah... 

“Come on,” Ransom bends over you and hauls you up, “someone send that douchebag to his room.” 

“Who put you in charge?” Steve growls, “not my fault she can’t take it. Maybe you’re getting soft.” 

“Some of us don’t wanna fuck a corpse,” Ransom retorts as he wraps an arm around your back and lifts you. 

“I’m sure you do so much work, pillow princess,” Lloyd cackles from his knees. He has three fingers inside of Zinnia as she continues to squirm and squeal. 

Ransom huffs and carries on past the others. You lean your head against him, blocking out the rest of the room with his body. You can’t look. It hurts even more to see the rest suffer. 

He takes you into your room and elbows the door shut with a quick jerk of his body. He tuts and put you on the bed. You can’t help but curl up, hugging your legs as the ache pulses from within. 

You’re groggy with the aftermath of Steve’s strong hold. You rub your cheek, trying to get some sense back. Ransom paces, a hand on his hip, the other opening and closing in silent monologue. He’s uptight. You haven’t seen him like this. 

“I told him to stop. Fucker. Can’t fucking listen to save his life,” he snarls and stops, facing you as he stomps. “You heard me tell him to quit.” 

You bat your lashes and nod. Slowly, you muster your strength to sit up. You wince as you do. You stay balled up small as Ransom pushes his chin up and heaves once more. You consider him and his frustration; the words from before. How the men constantly battle for control, not just with you but each other. 

“He should listen,” you croak, coughing and rubbing your throat, “they should all listen to you.” 

He lowers his head and looks at you with an arch in his brow. 

“Sir, I’m sorry,” you drop your shoulders. 

“No, what are you saying?” He narrows his eyes. 

“It’s only... Maybe... if you’d been upstairs, you could’ve saved Iris. And... and if they’d all just listen it wouldn’t all be a mess. You always tell them not to... not to go so far,” you temper your words as you speak them, uncertain and yet you think that makes them seem more genuine. “They don’t listen. First Curtis with Violet, now this.” 

You chew your lip as he stares. Your heart pounds in your chest. Does he know what you’re doing? You’ve never been a very good liar. 

“They’re all breaking the rules but didn’t you all agree to them?” 

He comes forward and you fight not to cower away. He reaches for you and you expect a slap or a grope or jab. Instead he strokes your cheek and bends to meet your gaze. He looks you in the face, his blue eyes searching. 

“You know what, lily pad, you’re right,” he sits lightly on the edge of the bed and draws you close. “that’s why I like you. ‘Cause you know better. You listen.” 

He shifts and lays on his side, pulling you with him. You let him. You put your hand on his chest and rest your head on his shoulder. 

“You’re... you’re the only one who doesn’t hurt me,” you say. 

He hums and sucks his teeth, “I know, lily pad.” He exhales and closes his eyes, “this can’t go on. I gotta get these guys in check.” 

You nod and nestle closer. Not because he makes you feel safe. Not because you meant any of it. Because it makes him think you do. That sliver of doubt is under his skin, it will only continue to poke until he has to rip it out. 

[jiyascepter]

#like brother like sister

[k1ranishf4]

I can’t stop thinking about Loki’s and Thor’s age difference:

Allegedly, Loki was 1047 years old in the first Avengers movie

Thor says he’s 1500 years old in Infinity War

Those two incidents are six years apart, which means that Loki was 1053 years old in Infinity War

Which, in turn, means that Thor and Loki have an age difference of 447 years

But the thing is: in the first Thor movie during the flashback to their childhood, they looked like they had an age gap of two years tops. From looks alone and speaking in human terms, Thor seemed to be about eleven years old and Loki looked like a nine, maybe ten-year-old to me.

And since Asgardians (and probably Jotuns as well) have a lifespan of about 5000 years, according to Loki in TDW, it’s unnecessary to say that they age slower than humans because it’s obvious.

So, what? Are 447 years, say 500, the equivalent to two years in human terms? Was Thor running around like a seemingly two-year-old when Odin came back with baby Loki in his arms?

I’m not even thinking about it on purpose, it just crosses my mind whenever I start writing another draft fic. Most of the time, it’s not even relevant to the plot, I just like to know every little detail to avoid plotholes and in case it does get mentioned.

[rattini]

Development of my main durge, formerly known as Savine, now Hela (left). The further right, the older the concept, I really like her look now.

[crusxs]

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Angelique Bouchard, Hela Odinsdottir, Julia Hoffman, Larissa Weems, Alcina Dimitrescu, Alma Peregrine, Ellie Bixler, Medusa and Thing (Addams family)

I would love to hear your ideas, so please don't hesitate to comment or pm me if you have a particular idea you would like to see written. I'll be sure to credit you in the description if I make it. Thank you!

[dmysterioblog]

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[tyrannuspitch]

re: discussion of anti-imperialism in ragnarok: something i think is pretty striking about t3 in contrast to previous thor films (and avengers 2012) is the total absence of the perspective of any victims of asgardian imperialism.

those three films give us a variety of perspectives, including but not limited to:

jane, a human, as a main character and love interest, and thor beginning to overcome his anti-human prejudice as key to his redemption

jotunheim initially depicted as monsters, but then revealed to be victims, and their demonisation to be part of their victimhood

loki as both victim and perpetrator of imperial violence; a stolen child who was groomed to redirect his self-loathing onto others, now doing exactly that

humanity defending against invasion as protagonists and (in the avengers) the majority of the cast

malekith as both victim and perpetrator of imperial violence; a brutally defeated rival of asgard's returning to exact revenge both on asgard and on the universe they were competing to control

and like, these films are definitely not perfect. but there is always at least one major character for whose life asgardian imperialism has ruined or could ruin during the course of the film.

whereas in ragnarok...

the jotuns, the dark elves, and all of asgard's other rivals and victims are absent - except a brief appearance of surtur, who is treated straightforwardly as a dragon to slay.

one human (bruce) is there, but his humanity, iirc, goes basically unremarked upon, and earth is not important.

loki is still there, but his past is brushed under the rug.

hela is a thematic focal point, but, unlikely loki (who she's clearly meant to mirror), she's only a victim of interpersonal abuse, not of imperial violence, because she's just asgardian royalty and nothing else.

valkyrie is a new character who was traumatised by hela's imperialism... but only because she was a soldier of asgard at the time.

like... do you see the void? the whole film is about how asgard's imperial past impacts the royal family and citizens of asgard. we're told ABOUT violence in a distant, almost mythical past, but we don't witness it. we're told to associate that dark past almost exclusively with hela; we're led to exonerate odin as a good king who learnt from his mistakes; we're introduced to val as a warrior from that exact era without the matter of her participation EVER coming up; and we're almost retconned into believing that thor and loki *didn't* participate in asgardian imperialism (outside of loki's villain arcs) even though that's exactly what we saw in thor 1.

the one group of victims we *do* see are the victims of the *grandmaster's* tyranny, a category which includes thor, loki, bruce and val to various extents... but again, isn't that odd? we see asgardians as victims, but we don't see the victims *of asgard*?

i'm not saying this is necessarily Evil or whatever, just poorly thought-out. but still... once you see it, it's a pretty glaring oversight, isn't it?

[getlostsquidward]

down bad fr been thinking about them for days now

[autismmydearwatson]

"Yeah Mr White I've got it figured out. I'm not completely stupid. *sigh* Hela is powerful because she's the Goddess of death, and she is tied to wherever the dead are buried. And so she gets her power from Asgard...because Asgard is like a breeding ground for coffin flies. Because of all the slaves in mass graves, bitch"

* grabs your shoulders and shakes you like a ragdoll* Jesse. JESSE . Listen to me. You are completely stupid! Because you're forgetting ONE! One very important thing. Do you seriously think all the dead in Asgard are buried under a castle????? NO! No. No. Hahaha. No. They were. But NOW they burn their dead ...at sea! They burn them at sea, Jesse! Why do you think they do that, huh? HUH?! Because Odin KNOWS burying them will make her more powerful!!!! DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!??

[thenopequeen]

Hela: Bitches be like "Hate vampires, can't stand their bloodsucking asses" and five minutes later "Fennorian is my best friend forever! UwU". It's me, I'm bitches

Fennorian: *glaring*

Lyris: I am not the one responsible for teaching our child to swear!

Svanna: *walks in wearing a T-shirt that says 'bitchin' aunt'

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Pretty Petals 22

Warnings: this fic will include dark content including rape/noncon, kidnapping, violence, sexual acts (fingering, oral, anal, dp), coercion, bondage, and more tags to be added as the series progresses. PREPARE YOUR PANTIES, HOES.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You go on a self-improvement retreat, but not all is as it seems.

Girls and Flower Name List HERE!

Characters: Ransom Drysdale, Lloyd Hansen, Lee Bodecker, Curtis Everett, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Loki, Andy Barber, Hela, and multiple OFCs

Note: Going camping shortly (postponed bc weather) so hoping to have my queue full for the week)

As per usual, I humbly request your thoughts! Reblogs are always appreciated and welcomed, not only do I see them easier but it lets other people see my work. I will do my best to answer all I can. I’m trying to get better at keeping up so thanks everyone for staying with me <3

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Love you all like birds love to appear everytime you are near. Take care. 💖

After putting out the serving dishes and setting the tables, on the patio and inside, you are told to change. The outfit chosen for you in a sheer white bustier and a matching thong. There are stockings too with garters, and a pair of uncomfortably high heels. You mourn your former autonomy as you pull on each piece. 

A knock comes at your door, signaling you to come out. It deflates you to think how this has all become so normal. Expected, really. You emerge but not without a hint of reluctance. The lingerie leaves little to the imagination and the other are dressed in little more.

“Darlings, how wonderful,” Hela greets you, shoulder by two men; more unwelcome returns; Bucky and Steve. “You all look delicious.”

You stare at her, a twitch of derision in your lip. She wears sleek black pants and a collared crop top with a ridiculous black cravat. A riske iteration of a tuxedo, you expect. To mirror those worn by the men to either side of her. You’re further confused by their attire.

“You will eat outside and enjoy the weather,” Hela instructs, “before you come to join the men for tonight’s special game.”

You squirm uncomfortably and glance over at Azalea. She stares wide-eyed at Hela, her fists balling and unfurling, as if she’s fighting herself. Each woman stands rigid and tense, fixated on the very one who lured them into this trap.

“Come,” Hela beckons as she twirls and struts away, “let us not delay. Fun awaits.”

You stare after her as the rest of the women hesitate. Violet looks back and forth searchingly. No doubt she’s noted that there are only seven of you.

“Move your asses,” Bucky claps his large hands and you fllnch.

Rose, at the far end of the line, moves first. Daisy follows, then Marigold, Azalea, Violet tugging at the woman ahead of her, yourself, then Dahlia. You peek from the corner of your eye toward the table, your hard work remains perfectly arranged atop it.

“Hey,” Bucky snaps in your face, “don’t worry about that.” 

He pushes your shoulder so you stumble. You barely keep from barreling into Violet. You turn your head straight and refuse to react.

“Asshole,” Dahlia snarls from behind you.

“Just you wait,” he warns her, “who knows, maybe the three of us could have some… fun.”

“Disgusting,” Dahlia retorts.

“She says, knowing she was begging for more as I was guts deep,” Bucky snickers.

“Begging you to stop,” she growls.

“Shut your fucking mouth before I break it,” he barks, “you know I’ve been waiting for the fucking chance.”

You wiggle your fingers at your side without looking back, hoping you can get Dahlia’s attention, that she might take the hint. She exhales loudly through her nose but says nothing else. You continue through the sliding doors to the tables on the patio; four girls at one, and three plus Hela at your own. 

“Gentlemen,” she dismisses Steve and Bucky. They retreat inside and pull the curtains shut behind the sliding doors, obscuring your view of the interior. They’re hiding something.

Silence underlines the gentle summer breeze. At the center of each table is a vase with each type of flower assigned to you. White lilies, red roses, orange marigolds, dark dahlia, white daisies, purple violets, and bright pink Azaleas. There are no irises.

“My beautiful blossoms,” Hela begins, “let us start anew, I know that our reunion was not entirely amiable but please, you understand, this all is for your own goods.”

“Our own goods?” Dahlia sneers.

“Yeah, right,” Azalea surprises you with her venomous growl.

“Truly, I want you all to think, who were you before all this? What were you? Nothing.”

“Free,” you say quietly. The other girls nod in agreement.

“Free? Truly? The lot of you were chained in your doubt and insecurities. I brought you confidence and more, I brought you those who would admire that in you.”

“To rape us,” Violet sniffs.

“Do not say that. They are merely appreciating your beauty. Your purity. I cleansed you of the flawed world and presented you anew to those who cherish the untainted.” She shakes her head as she serves herself salad with a pair of large spoons, “and what other man had ever bothered doing that?”

Her smile drops as the utensils hit the side of the bowl and she pushes it away. She peers around at you all, her features harshened with distaste.

“I gave you what you could not achieve on your own–”

“You knew?” Marigold pipes up.

“What did I know?” Hela challenges.

“That we… none of us ever– and you sold us to them? Didn’t you?” Marigold stammers. 

“Pimp,” Dahlia throws out, “disgusting.”

Hela rolls her eyes and shakes her head, “where would you be now, hm? At your dull jobs, ignored, unwanted. I assure you, you are very wanted here. These men paid a price which more than proves that.”

“You’re fucking fucked!” Dahlia stands, gripping the edge of the table as she bares her teeth, “we should tear you apart, you fucking ragged ass bitch.”

“Ah,” Hela purrs and slowly brings her hand up from beneath the table. She shows the same taser Loki held before. Each of you recall the jolt of the current, “you won’t.” She stares at Dahlia until she sits, her dark eyes boring into the taller woman as she hits the button to make the teeth crackle. “Oh, I knew you were going to be trouble, so I am surprised that it was not you.”

“Not me? What does that mean?” Dahlia hisses.

Hela laughs and shrugs.

“What do I mean?” Hela looks around, “seven, they do say it is a lucky number.”

Your chest drops as Violet turns wide-eyed to gape at Hela. She covers her mouth as her eyes glisten. She looks back to Azalea who nods, mouthing simply, ‘Iris’.

“I taught you strength girls,” Hela preens, “and these men, they are simply your test. How strong are you, truly?”

💐

None of you eat very much. Perhaps it is the anticipation of what comes next, the detest of the woman taunting you with her deceit, or just that anxiety that never leaves you. Hela declares supper to be over and has you tidy and stack the leftovers on one table. ‘Later,’ she avows.

She directs you in a line. You feel like animals being herded. You stand between Violet and Azalea.

“What’s going on?” Violet asks.

“Does it matter?” Dahlia snips from behind her. “It always ends the same, doesn’t it?”

Violet shakes her head, “do you think… are they all back?”

“It’s going to be me next,” Azalea whispers.

“What?” You look over at her as she hangs her head.

“I’ll be the next to go. I feel it. I… can’t make it much longer. I feel myself giving out.”

“Az,” you rub her arm, “don’t say that.”

“They killed her,” Azalea whimpers, “what do you think is going to happen to us?”

“We don’t know–” Violet begins but you shake your head to quiet her. There’s no use denying it. “Oh.”

“He killed her. Steve,” Dahlia hisses as Hela taps on the screen door. “Someone needs to bite his dick off.”

“Gladly,” Daisy tosses back over her shoulder.

“Girls,” Hela faces you, giving a clap, “please, let’s all calm down. Silence is golden, yes?”

There’s a few grumbles before you obey. You stand straight and face Azalea’s back. You see her wobble just a little. You feel the same uncertainty in yourself.

The curtain is swept back and the doors are slid open. Hela leads from the front and you enter one at a time. She directs you to stand against the wall. You see the table. It’s been cleared of the dishes and newly set with cards and stacks of chips. A poker game?

You share a look with Violet and she shakes her head in confusion. “I don’t know how to play?”

“I don’t think we’re joining in,” Dahlia mutters.

You swallow and press your palms to your legs. This can’t be good. You count the spots at the table. Eight. Fuck. They are back.

Hela goes around the table and sits along the opposite side. She shuffles the cards calmly as you all stare in dread. She’ll be the dealer for whatever twisted game they have planned.

The first to appear is Ransom. He wears a tux with a deep red jacket. He winks at you as he enters and takes his seat. He greets Hela with a nod as he examines his stack of chips. You notice the different colours, organized together. Hmm…

Bucky and Steve are next. They sit together, the same simple black and white they wore earlier. Andy in a similar classic cut, then Lee with his collar unbuttoned and tie left loose, Loki in a black jacket swirled with emerald, Lloyd with a turtleneck and white jacket, then Curtis, seemingly bothered by his starched shirt. He sends a look over his shoulder to Violet before turning to face the table.

There’s tension in the air as the girls fidget and shift on their heels. You can’t decide if the shoes are intentionally uncomfortable or not. You watch the backs of the men closest and try to pick up on the expression of those who faces you can see.

“Welcome, men, I trust you are enjoying yourselves,” Hela begins, “we have our prizes…” she flutters her fingers towards you and the petals, “so let us proceed, first with the rules, and then we will get into the real fun.

“You will note that you have chips before you, equal stacks in varying colours. The player who bids first will decide which colour the round will be played with. Each colour represents one of our lovely petals,” she explains, “so the man who claims all chips of a single colour will claim his prize. There is no limit to who can win what and how many…”

You bite down as she speaks of you like objects. As if you’re lined up on the Price is Right for the showcase showdown. You look at your feet and suppress your revulsion. This night could go horribly wrong for any and all of you.

You hear chips clacking together and peek up. Lloyd shuffles a stack of chips before him. You feel the heat of his gaze on you and meet his eye with a cringe. Oh god.

“I’ll be coming for your white chips, men,” he taunts as Hela deals.

“Good luck,” Ransom scoffs.

You watch Bucky’s hand as he flips a chip back and forth over his knuckles. You fold your hands to still the jittering. You don’t know why you’re suddenly nervous. You’ve been through it all before. It can’t really be any worse.

“Drinks,” Loki intones, “yes, I always play better with a martini.”

“Oh, very well, Rose, Marigold,” Hela signals, “hurry, hurry.”

The two girls wince and step forward. They nearly trip over each other as they head for the kitchen. Azalea grabs your forearm as she shifts on her heels.

“You okay?” You whisper.

“Dizzy,” she says, “I need…”

You barely keep her from toppling as you catch her around her back. You lean her against the wall and hear a snicker behind you. Lloyd guffaws, “oh, look at her, wilting already. Let me promise you, she comes alive in the sack.”

You want to tell him to shut up but you don’t. You ease Azalea down to sit on the floor. She’s shaking as her breath comes rapidly. She’s hyperventilating. You fan her as her panic flows into you.

“Water,” you rasp, “please.”

“Violet,” Hela drones flatly.

Violet flits away as you try to calm Azalea. You teeter on the edge of doing the same. You don’t know why you feel like this. It’s not like you’re being chased through the woods. There’s just something about this that feels… dehumanizing. Hela’s already sold you to these men but this is an overt show of her trading humans like coins.

Violet returns and offers a glass of water. You get Azalea steady enough to take a drink and you count her breaths for her. You hear the cards flicking, chips clacking, and the low murmur of the men. You touch her forehead and coo at her.

She heaves as her eyes sparkle, “I wanna go home,” she sniffles, “I miss my dad. I miss…” she shakes her head and lets it droop down, “I’m going to die here. I’m never going to see them again.”

“Shhh,” Hela hushes and you whip around to sneer at her. You roll your eyes and turn back to Azalea.

“No,” you whisper, “you’re strong. Stronger than any of us. You can survive. We all have to. We can get through together. Please, Az,” you rub your shoulders, “we can’t lose you too.”

“I don’t want to– I can’t,” she pleads, “I’m done.”

“Azzy,” Violet bends down, “please don’t leave me alone.”

Azalea looks up, her eyes foggy. Her cheek dimples and her head lolls. Violet gets down on her knees and slings her arms around her neck, whispering in her ear as she rocks her. You pull away as they cling to each other.

Violet plants her feet and helps Azalea up. They hold onto each other as they stand and you squeeze Azalea’s arm gently. Dahlia sighs and you glance over at her. For the first time, she looks unsure. She glares at the table but her lips twitch, as if she’s about to cry. She bats her lashes as she fights a wave of tears.

You face the table and look over at Daisy. She hugs herself as she watches the game progress, the men making jokes as they toss chips into the center of the table. That your fate is left to the draw of a few cards, adds to the constant helplessness that floods this house. The hand of luck throttles you, suffocating you as the men fold and raise.

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

MARVEL'S GODDESS OF DEATH -- THE DEATH QUEEN -- MISTRESS OF THE DARKNESS.

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on commissions of Hela, Asgardian Goddess of Death and antagonist to Marvel Comics' Thor, artwork by Bruce Timm, c. 2015, from the private collection of John Hess.

PIC #3: Hela by Bruce Timm, re-colored by "DrDoom1081," via DeviantArt, c. 2019.

Resolution from largest to smallest: 764x1182, 751x1186, & 735x1125.

Sources: www.comicartfans.com/gallerypiece.asp?piece=1249953 (2x) & DeviantArt.

[memes-saved-me]

Okay so like...now what?

[casasupernovas]

whew chile i haaaattteee thor ragnarok. lmao. that movie did absolutely nothing for thor as a character.

and the most egregious thing it does is introduce the fact that thor and loki has a whole secret sibling...AND THEY DO NOT INTERACT OUTSIDE OF FIGHTING. are you kidding me?! the disappointment of it all. they are IMMEDIATELY seperated.

the new sudden need to make thor just some guy? he's a god! make him one! treat him like one! the dudeification of thor has to cease. not to mention how hulk wasn't needed at all. and the whole jeff goldblum plot was boring and served no purpose. hela, thor and loki should have been all stranded together or something.

and the complete glossing over of hela revealing that her and odin had been pillaging, crushing and warmongering throughout the nine realms and rebranded it all. WHAT?! hela and loki should have had words about this especially, considering one of the first things we end up learning was that he was essentially a bargaining chip. abandoned but taken by his father's sworn enemy as final victory between asgard and the frost giants.

also not a fan of the apparent disinterest in the overall lore of the nine realms. the place they end up in where the grandmaster was felt very guardians-esque and i feel like the thor series have established that the nine realms version of the universe is very different to the space of guardians of the galaxy. if anything, it is exists in a pocket universe.

also he lost his hammer? we did that in movie 1.

and love and thunder was horrendous. christian bale was amazing as always, chris hemsworth clearly loves being thor but oof. very bad.

thor 2011 remains supreme as always.

[emilythezeldafan]

NEW OC DROP

Alora Eirsdottir/Adalira Willow, advisor to the Asgardian Royal Family since Odins' father [goddess of sleep, dreams, nightmares, and creative types]