Once the ink had dried just enough on the parchment of his handwritten message to Eva, the King of Helheim sealed the envelope with his mystic wax seal - to ensure that only she would be able to open it. His eyes focused on the blank side of the envelope for a moment until her name appeared in dark script across the front. Momentarily content, Nate allowed a large sigh to escape his lungs before he carried the letter from his desk and out of his makeshift office.
The sounds of construction filled the castle in Helheim as every restoration artist in the underworld had been tasked with returning the structure to its former glory. While the carpenters and laborers toiled inside, the farmers toiled in the fertile soil outside, the work was slow. He required more assistance from Asgard, but currently, the king's mind had been preoccupied.
When Nate exited his palace, he approached the royal stables behind and found the only occupant. Major, much akin to his maker, didn't seem to mind. Nathaniel offered the skeletal steed a pat on the head and a rub behind the ear before he showed the beast his letter. Major nodded in understanding and carefully took the envelope into his teeth. "Thank you, my friend," the God of Darkness told Major then stepped away to give the pegasus' wings room. Major galloped out of the stable and quickly soared into the darkened Helheim sky.
Later that night, at the hour Nate had referenced in his letter, he appeared before a door in his Helheim fortress. In one of the upper floors, down a corridor nobody much used, Nate turned the rather unadorned knob and entered. The room was standard. A typical Asgardian suite, furnished and complete with a large fireplace. Basic, but with good bones, Nathaniel thought when he heard the door adjacent to his open. His heart stopped, just for a moment, an unexpected flash of nervous energy across his body. When Eva appeared, Nate's stern emotion free expression shifted into a loving smirk... Yes, that was a thing. "Your majesty," Nathaniel bowed toward the queen, his royal attire nowhere to be seen. Nathaniel had traveled that evening in his favorite Hand of the Queen robes; it seemed only fitting. "I hope you forgive the decor, I could not rob you of the first redecoration," he offered, head still bowed slightly. He raised up to see her again and his smile expanded. "Now that we've breached the plane," the God of Darkness started to explain, "entrance should be possible at all times, I believe..." he betrayed a small amount of uncertainty, a rarity for sure. "It's the first pocket universe I've created," he teased the notion that it would not be his last.
The Queen of Asgard and the King of Helheim stood in a room that was in neither but always connected to both. To show further evidence of this, Nate held his arm out for Eva and took her soft fingers into his palm. He walked her past the bed, the fireplace, and the doorway to the bathroom. Tucked in a corner lay another entryway, this one seemingly carved with love. The door was familiar because David had carved it for the nursery on Asgard. Nate carefully and quietly opened the door and instantly the sound of a sleeping prince and princess could be heard... and less majestically, the snores of a passed-out Will could be heard from the rocking chair. "Well, that ruins the magic a bit," Nate whispered before he quietly closed the door once again. His shoulders realigned with Eva and his hand moved to caress her temple. "I know it isn't perfect..." Nate admitted, "but I hope it's a start."