Live-action Blood Brothers!Hela, anyone?

[valuesnotlife]

You are wise to show me courtesy, young maid. While I am far less temperamental than then sons of Odin, it means not that I am some pathetic harlot. Do not forget who in this partnership is the ruler of Niffleheim and who will soon come to acquire the immortal soul of the Thunder God. Forgetting events of such importance would cause great insult to me, child. You wish not to offend Hela, do you?

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[kinglaufey]

[ Laufey here will just look from afar with vague entertainment. Oh to be young again. ]

Make not your boast so openly, Hela.

[valuesnotlife]

Ah, Laufey, King of the Frost Giants.

[In a cloud of smoke, Hela's far too close to the King for any living being's comfort.]

Tell not Hela to watch her tongue, as with a single touch of my hand, I could render you one of my subjects, My dear King.

[kinglaufey]

Your threats are unnecessary. [ Hela, his ancestors hail from what is now yours, you know this yes? He recalls no rift beteen what is his and what is yours. ]

I think only for the subject of your plan.

[valuesnotlife]

[True, there is no rift, but her impatience towards your son is growing. Do tell him to hurry along with Thor's soul.]

The subject of my plan shan't be challenged, unless your son, Lord of Asgard, fails me, King of the Frost Giants. He shall deliver unto me the soul of the Thunder God, and when he does so, there shall be no longer a need for threats.

[kinglaufey]

[ Oh really. Loki promised this, did he? An interesting turn of events. He's not strong enough but. He is smart enough. This should be good. ]

Patience. [ Further read as: Father, yes. Guide to how to live: no. One learns best experiencing. But: ] I'll forward the concern.

[ Sarcasm debatable. ]

[valuesnotlife]

I have been far more than patient, dear King.

[The ever composed Goddess' eyes narrow and her lips purse in a livid frown.] I have not a drop of patience left for Loki Laufeyson. So, I recommend you do forward the concern, as so that Loki may have warning for when I come for his soul and not that of his brother's.

[kinglaufey]

[ There is a single huff of laughter. You think Loki will listen to Laufey, you're hilarious Hela. He was raised an Aesir with full Jotun blood. Kid couldn't find his way out of a paper bag. Not his fault but. The fact remains. ] Why did make promise?

[valuesnotlife]

[She was hoping the two of you could have a Father-Son talk and play baseball, finished off with frosty chocolate milkshakes.]

He had everything prepared, of course. I overestimated his ability to finish what he begins, though that is no excuse for his failings.

[Read: Trusted him for .005 seconds.]

[kinglaufey]

[ Bad move, Hela. He would know. The next time he sees Gungnir, let him tell you. It's going up someone's ass. ]

I would take it up with the one who raised him improperly. [ This little grin of his. ]

[valuesnotlife]

[She was bored and Loki was King. It seemed like a really good idea at the time.]

Or shall I take my concerns up with the one who raise him not at all? [Snap! ...Only Hela doesn't snap, because when you're death itself, you have people to snap for you.]

[kinglaufey]

[ Oh, this again. His grin is not falling dear maybegranddaughter. He knows something you don't know. And hates it, generally, but death sedates people for some reason. ]

Oh, Hela. You are misinformed.