Its been a few weeks since then. I tried to help Loki as much as I could by steering him away from that idea.

And, if you were wondering, I made sure that Tyr didn't die.

Loki and I were both outside of Jötunheim. We were in the mortal realm now, or as the Norse call it, in Midgard.

The two of us had became friends. Which was surprising,  but we both bonded over pulling pranks on unsuspecting humans.

The two of us had been peacefully laughing our asses off at the prank we had just pulled a bit prior, when a suffocating presence became known. All I could feel radiating from this God was pure bloodlust. And it took me a moment too long to realize who it was, and what he was here for.

Before I could react, a spear came spiraling towards me, but before it could hit me, I was shoved roughly out of the way. I hit the ground, groaning at the hard impact before I sat up quickly.

Loki lay on his back, the spear lodged into his chest..right where his heart was. I cursed, getting teary eyed as I looked up at the Greek God of war.

Ares.

He had been aiming to kill me. But Loki died instead, saving me.

I couldn't let his death be in vain, so with one final look at his body and a whispered promise, I teleport to Asgard.

***

It was funny how things could change in a matter of moments. One moment me and Loki were laughing, the next he was dead and I was scared.

Of course though, I'd never admit that.

I fled to the only place I could think of first, which happened to be Asgard. I appeared right in the throne room, startling Thor and Frigg. Odin, on the other hand, didn't seem surprised.

He must know then. But he didn't appear to be angry at me. He just had a...saddened look on his face. It was odd. Was he sad because of my misfortune,  or sad because Loki had been killed..?

I highly doubt the latter of the two. It was probably the former.

"I-I need help.." was the first thing I said to them. I'm not sure how I planned to bring Loki back, but I'll try to, for as long as it should take. He didn't deserve to die, and the two of us grew quite close. Brother-like close.

Odin gave me a head-nod. He knew what I was asking for, but the other two, on the other hand, did not.

He didn't seem content on telling them either as he shooed them away and out of the throne room. He waited until he was certain they had left and weren't snooping, as I could feel his magic in the air, and turned to me.

"Loki is dead." he stated. It wasn't a question. He knew. So instead of giving some sort of lie, I just nodded.

"Is there any way I could bring him back?" I asked. The King God pursed his lips as he looked to the ceiling, like he was thinking on how to respond to me. Which then, I knew there was a way. "Tell me, Odin. I can't just..leave him to rot, wherever he is."

He stared at me for a few moments before sighing, shaking his head. "He's where his soul belongs. Helheim. If you want him, you'll not only need a new body for him, but to convince Hel to let him ago."

I sighed, but nodded my head. I knew it wouldn't be so simple. I wish he'd ended up in Valhalla,  it would be much easier- but still difficult- to retrieve his soul.

"Then I will go to Freya. Surely she can help me create a new body for him."

Odin must have knew he wouldn't be able to convince me otherwise, so he merely pulled me into a hug and pat me on my back. "Stay safe, Callas." He told me. I nodded to him, pulling away before I gave him a small smile and teleported away from here, to Sessrumnir, by the field of Fólkvangr.

***

Fortunately,  it turned out she could help me make a new body for Loki, and she had. With my help and some of the Dwarves, of course.

Now all I had to do was rescue Loki, which wouldn't be an easy task.

I thanked Freya for her help and told her I'd be back soon before teleporting to Helheim, with the help of Freya, because I wouldn't be able to teleport to that world without being torn to shreds. That would definitely hurt.

Helheim was cold and lifeless. But after all, it was the Norse Underworld.

Where tall buildings stood were now in ruins, the place covered in ice and snow. Helheim gave off a greenish look in the air. It was freezing cold here, and looking down below I could see the poor souls who wound up here walking endlessly. They were slow like they could feel the biting cold.

A castle stood not too far from me, and it was obvious that it was Hel's. After all, who else would have a castle in this frozen wasteland of the dead?

I trudged on towards it, avoiding touching the roaming souls because they honestly just really creeped me out.

When I arrived at the front doors of the castle (after nearly falling in freezing water), a woman was waiting for me. The smell of death was potent around her, like it oozed out of her pores.

On her one side, her long blood red hair was pulled over a pale shoulder, her one brown eye searching my face. Bright red lipstick painted carefully onto her lips, a tight fitting red dress covering her from her shoulders to her toes, a slit in the side that rode all the way up to her thigh.  Black heels that reflected the ice and snow around her.

On her other side, was black decaying skin that clung to her grey bones. There was no eye in her eye socket. Instead, it was as black as charcoal. Few strands of hair stuck to her rotten head. Her entire left side was like it, rotten and decayed.

She gave me a tight smile, which looked weird when she only half of her face. "Glad you could make it here." Was the first thing she said to me. I was unsure if she knew who I was, and what I was doing here. How did she even know I was here anyway? I decided to ask her, which only made her laugh.

"I'd know if some living scum came intruding into my domain.  After all, this is where the dead go, and roam, for eternity."  She had a point. Didn't mean she had to call me 'some living scum'. I scowled at her.

"Im here for Loki's soul." I informed her. It seemed to baffle her for a moment before she regained her composure, running a hand through her slick braided hair.

"And why would you want my dear old dad?" she questioned me.

"Its none of your business."  I snap, making her chuckle.

"Of course it isn't. You're just intruding into my domain, asking for one of my souls is all. Totally none of my business."  She spit sarcastically.  I bared my teeth at her, which she did right back.

"Better watch yourself there fido," she sneered. "It'd be a shame if I had to neuter you."

I knew it wasn't an empty threat. Hel didn't seem to be the type of person to make them. I'm surprised she hadn't done it to me just for the fun of it at this point.

So, knowing her power overpowered mine, I backed down. But that didn't stop me from glaring at her.

"Fine. Then lets strike a bargain." I told her. What would that bargain be? I honestly wasn't sure. But I needed Loki's soul, so I'd do anything.

"I like what your barking." She said to me with a smirk. I could tell it was supposed to be a smirk by the smug look on her face.

I growled lowly in my throat, but otherwise pushed my annoyance and anger down. "What if I traded half of my soul in return for Loki's?"

She hummed, her decayed hand tapping at her arm, as her arms were crossed over her chest. "Only half?" She asked.

"Only half."

She hummed again, the gears in her head turning as she thought this through. It took a few minutes, but she finally seemed to come to a conclusion.

"Fine. I'll bite. But only if you agree to spend three months with me every year. It gets quite lonely here, you know. And you seem like perfect company to keep me entertained." Her right arm came to rest on her hip while her left one fell down to her side.

I grit my teeth but nod. I stick my hand out, which she reached and took with her left hand, which made me want to hurl because of how disgusting it felt. I managed to swallow it down though as I nodded to her and she nodded back. The deal had been set. If one of us were to break it, who knows what would happen. Death, torture, a life of constant misfortune..

She pulled back and handed me a small, see-through white ball. It contained the soul of Loki, I could feel him inside of it.

I didn't waste any time in teleporting out of there, as my skin started to turn blue.

***

Its been two days since I returned Loki to his new body. We were currently sitting in Alfheim, enjoying the nice heat of the setting sun. His long black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, and he wore a pair of black shorts and a green tank top. Meanwhile I wore all white, shorts and tank top, to keep me from overheating. My white hair pulled into a loose bun.

"I'm still glad you're back." I sighed to him as I stared up at the white, fluffy looking clouds. He smiled, looking down at me as he reached out and placed his hand over mine.

"Glad to be back. Helheim definitely isn't a good place to vacation at." He joked as my face reddened and I chuckled, nodding. Though I wasn't dead and my stay there hadn't been long, it was definitely like Hell, just freezing cold.

I moved my hand so I could lock our fingers together as we watched the clouds and sunset together for awhile before we heard some people talking from not too far away.

We both turned to each other, smiling mischievously. "Wanna go mess with them?"

"Yes."

"Then lets roll."

We raced each other to them, laughing and talking about how we planned to prank them.

Life finally decided to work out for me for once. Let's hope it stay's that way.

The end