“Hela,” she welcomed this name, since only family or close family friends knew and used her birth name, it had become a privacy filter, and knowing Thor, Hela didn’t doubt he would have told his woman about the nature of his sister’s duality. In truth, she was as curious to see how her sister-in-law would fit into the complicated Odinson family dynamic as much as the returning Hela was to find her own place. Perhaps it was a journey that could make together as friends. Only time would tell. “I don’t think fresh bruises and stitches are the something new and blue you want on your wedding day, Natasha.”
Hela wisely warns wading through the water until the roiling waves reached her waist before diving forward on the board, spearheading through bunt of the oncoming waves making it easier to Natasha to flank her, and paddling through the rougher and choppy surf into deeper water fast and sleek as a seal. There the brunette quickly turned and sat astride her board, bobbing with the smooth rolls of the waves, monitoring her sister-in-law's progress closely.