But love doesn't save anyone from the precipice, it just makes the fall more comfortable.

Time was malleable, the prophecies mainly helped to avoid catastrophes.

Some were unavoidable, but others were to be avoided at all costs.

Ragnarok has already been present in many forms and through many paths.

The gods, mainly Odin, fought to avoid the end that seemed inevitable.

Now it was no different, Hela should plot her future and hopefully not make Ragnarok happen.

Odin was fearful, but he had given his word and would not interfere... On the contrary he would help Hela in whatever he believed to be fair.

"Okay… I want you to keep an eye on your body and your mind. We don't know what will happen after removing the living part of your heart..."

Ina sighed, feeling a little defeated.

She felt like it wasn't really all right.

Yes, Hela's body hadn't changed, but her aura had already undergone slight changes.

She feared that her wife would suffer or turn into an unrecognizable person in the future.

"Don't worry, everything will be fine..."

Perhaps Ina was discovering a little of your personality.

She really hated it when Hela didn't take care of herself.

"Her aura has lost its glow..."

Hela looked at Ina and could see her wife's reddened eyes.

She could see Hela staring at her with some reproachful tone, but there was nothing she or Hela could do.

It was the unvarnished truth.

"... Don't look at me that way, we didn't have time to talk after you woke up... I spent the whole night watching you and your glow dimmed exponentially."

Loki took the napkin and crumpled it.

A faint blue flame ignited, but the napkin didn't burn.

It was just an illusion.

"Hela probably didn't tell you about the prophecy..."

Now it was Ina's turn to look at Hela with reproachful eyes, but the answer was the same.

They hadn't had time to talk properly.

It all came down to running around town with Hermes.

The flame surrounding the napkin gradually changed from blue to purple and finally red.

"The fruit of the past is the tears and blood of warriors covered in dishonor, darkness will take Valhalla and the rotten-hearted witch will fight not to drown in wails... The nightmare will come true when the witch does not know how to differentiate traces of reason in the midst of her madness and thus Ragnarok will begin after the sound of the trumpet... Thank you."

Loki thanked the waiter who appeared again, he looked really curious as he always showed up at the most inopportune times.

She faked a smile and quickly watched as he handed drinks to Hela and Ina respectively.

They would drink wine.

Ina simply let out a loud sigh upon hearing such a prophecy, drinking became the only plausible course of action at that moment, so she quickly sipped her wine.

Ina didn't understand prophecy, but she understood that it didn't look good. "What do you think of this Loki?"

Loki made some hand gestures and the flame turned blue again.

He played with his own fingers out of sheer habit, it was really hard for him to keep still. "I believe that our little Hela will need to work hard in the near future. You can get into trouble and I hope you prepare for a turbulent future."

Hela was uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was taking.

She withdrew her arms from around Ina and crossed them over her chest.

She was clearly on the defensive.

Well, Ina thought it was a little cute.

Hela was always sweet and affectionate, seeing her bothered or even irritated was something new and extremely rare.

Hela, despite being bothered, still had a calm and sweet voice.

She was a devoted wife and her thoughts were full of Ina. "If I'm with Ina, everything will be fine, no matter what."

Ina watched her wife and smiled a little irritably.

She was beautiful even acting full of stubbornness.

Even Loki felt irritated by that kind of behavior, that girl looked a lot like her mother.

Extremely stubborn and passionate. "Girl, your mother made you a dreamer... I think it's really sweet... But love doesn't save anyone from the precipice, it just makes the fall more comfortable."

Loki's tone was melancholy, he spoke that from experience.

Love was soft and warm, it broke the fall, but it would still hurt.

Very painful.

He hoped Hela didn't feel the pain of losing the love of her life.

Of course, it was already too easy to claim that Ina and Hela were made for each other.

He would have no doubts, especially seeing how dedicated his daughter was to making that marriage last for all eternity.

Loki in a way envied his daughter, he wanted to have fought more for his principles and for his love.

He didn't live a life of regrets, he felt happy with the life he was currently living, but it would be a lie to say that he didn't live a life of regrets.

He regretted that he hadn't done more, loved more, and even had more fun.

Even eternity could become a short time.

Hela couldn't hide her dissatisfaction, but she understood what her father was saying.

Maybe he was right, but she wouldn't be less motivated to try everything in her power.

"What is your advice on this?"

Loki sighed, but this time he would do nothing but act like a father and help her accordingly. "After you finish your hunt for the Holy Grail seek out Odin and he should help you with that."

Hela smiled.

"Ok I'll do it."

After all, her father really seemed to want to help her.

Loki was always a big doubt, he didn't act like a father, but he wasn't what one would consider bad either.

Hela couldn't bring herself to have bad feelings about her father or about Odin, not even knowing that he had killed her mother.

What could she do? After all those years, she remained focused on living her destiny, which was to care for and care for the souls that were rejected in Asgard.

Those souls were like her, thrown into oblivion.

That's why she took care that everything was fair and those souls could rest in peace.

Maybe she needed to riot? Maybe she needed to give reasons for everyone to hate her... They always repulsed her for the simple fact of existing.

Even her marriage was a joke to the gods, seen by many as the impossibility of that union to prosper.

But Hela couldn't care about that, she never did.

In the beginning it was painful and many tears were shed, but she had lived long enough to understand that fate would not improve her situation just decrease the amount of tears.

The pain would remain and take root and even lose meaning to the point where sadness does not exist, it becomes memories and warnings about the world.

Hela didn't trust many but Ina.

She had learned to live life at her own pace, but mostly to contemplate what she had achieved.

Yes, the nights were often lonely, but neither would anyone come looking for merit over her achievements.

She had conquered everything for herself.

Now she even seemed to be rewarded by having a beautiful wife and she would conquer everything for herself and Ina, as she always had.

There were no hurt feelings, no family would be perfect.

But she would smile to see her father happy, she was happy now too.

The past were fragments that would not be fixed, but would be useful pieces for the future.

But finally the waiter came with Ina and Hela's orders.

Of course, also Loki's whiskey.

The food was fragrant and great looking.

The mood around the table was complicated, a mixture of calm and tension.

Ina still maintained her frown.

She was a little irritable, her wife was very stubborn.

But even that angry woman was beautiful.

Hela loved her so much, she couldn't get enough of looking at that beautiful face of hers.

Hela touched her fingertips to her lined forehead and smiled. "Don't be mad... The food looks delicious..."

Ina heard the whispered voice in her ear and even tried to maintain the pose, but she couldn't resist. "... You made me lose my hunger..."

Ina kept her arms crossed and face straight, but Hela could see that Ina looked ready to laugh.

She arched her brow and smiled in amusement.

With the help of the fork she picked up some food and brought it closer to Ina's mouth.

Ina could smell the fragrant food and her mouth automatically started watering, she wanted to resist, but she was starving.

But it was really embarrassing when loud and clear everyone at the table could hear Ina's stomach rumbling.

Hela hid her laughter and poked her wife's lips with her fork still full of food.

Ina opened her mouth and grabbed her fork... Yes, the food was delicious.

Hela smiled contentedly and kissed her wife's cheek. "It's delicious?"

Ina smiled, her heart felt even lighter. "Yes, it is delicious."

She finally took the fork for herself and started to eat by herself, Hela did the same.

Loki smiled watching that scene, his daughter was really in love.

This made him extremely relieved.

While Ina was eating peacefully, Hela and Loki continued talking in a fun way about any kind of subject.

He couldn't even take a few sips of whiskey.

Humans needed to learn about the greatest happiness in life which was a full cup of mead.

He unassumingly took the glass full of whiskey with one hand and with the other made a small blue flame appear on the tip of his index finger.

He extinguished that flame by touching the liquid briefly.

Loki smiled as he watched the whiskey gradually turn to mead.

If humans can't offer a drink, he'll make one himself.

He objectively refused to drink anything other than mead, a god would need principles and the greatest of them was to drink the drink that satisfied his heart.

He sipped the freshly brewed whiskey and grinned, now he felt extremely satisfied.

Really delicious.

Hela was amused by the scene, it was really rare to see a Nord who didn't like mead.

It was the holy drink.

Loki faced his daughter and offered her the drink. "Do you want some?"

Hela nodded, although she liked wine it would also be nice to drink some mead. "Okay, pour me some."

"Lend me your hand… Okay, now touch the wine lightly and let it sort itself out."

Loki held Hela's hand briefly and caused a flame to appear on the tip of one of her fingers.

The flame was a simple illusion, the drink remained the same, but the flavor would change after the illusion was created.

There was nothing wrong with a little magic.

Hela imitated her father's gesture and quickly the wine turned to mead.

She sipped her drink and smiled, really delicious.