This was the moment Hela was waiting for. She wanted to meet with her brothers again, but she knew she had to be cautious. The last time she faced them, they tried escaping in the Bifrost and she threw them out.
She knew the best way to handle them was one at a time.
Together, there was a chance they'd be strong. They might work together. Alone? They were nothing. She was Hela, Goddess of Death, firstborn of Odin, the rightful heir. She could get rid of them alone.
A green portal opened and from the dark depths did Hela emerge. Her hair long and her normal skin-tight suit, she walked out with a smirk on her lips. How cute. This was what Loki wore normally? How vane.
And to think he was wearing her colors.
"Brother!" she said, opening her arms. "It's good to see you." No, it wasn't, but at least she was still somewhat pleasant.