|Angrboða (angrboda) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2012-08-24 09:21:00
|Entry tags:||angrboda, fenrir, hel, jormungandr|
WHO: Angrboda & Hel, open to Fenrir and Jormungandr
WHEN: Thursday evening
WHERE: Hel's apartment
WHAT: Monster babies and their momma meet again
The last few months had been spent tracking her children from afar, sending mortals that didn't have her scent to follow them. Not all of those mortals had returned results to her and Angrboda could only assume that one or more of her children had killed them. In a way that pleased her because it meant they were taking care of themselves, and nothing could be traced back to Angrboda; she'd made sure of that.
But the time had come to reveal herself. She closed up her butchery in Illinois and moved to a building it Brooklyn, well laid plans all falling into place once she arrived. She had to admit curiosity at how long it would take her children to find her, but she wanted to go find them herself. It had been a very long time.
When the door of Hel's apartment was answered it was by a beautiful dark-haired woman, a perplexed look on her features as she stared at Angrboda. She looked as though she was trying to say something so Angrboda spoke first. "What are you wearing?" she asked her daughter. "That face, take it off."
Half of Hel's visage dissolved, leaving behind the maggot-ridden corpse flesh. Angrboda smiled and nodded. "That's much better. Aren't you going to invite me in?"
Hel still hadn't spoken, but she stepped back from the door and pulled it wide open. The giantess watched her as she entered, considering this woman her little girl had grown into. They stood of a height, neither of them short women. Hel had been young when they'd taken her away, still a child, and Angrboda had often wondered about what sort of woman she would become. The boys had been older, people in their own right - to use the word people loosely. She had gotten a chance to know them properly, but little Hel had only ever been little Hel, still a thing that needed to be raised and taught and protected.
"Mother?" was the first word Hel finally said, a question that she already knew the answer to.
Angrboda just smiled.