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Hela, the Goddess of Death, was reborn.

There was a reason why Hela was locked away in a prison instead of being killed, and the reason lied within the fact that the Goddess of Death had a way to reincarnate herself because she was the cycle of life and death. Odin grew to fear that power of hers because he knew that with the memories and powers intact in Hela, she would have her revenge on all of Asgard and she was too strong, too powerful to be defeated twice.

However, Odin had been known to be wise and as the strategist he was, he had cast Hela into another universe where she couldn't escape. It was a larger prison to put simply, a larger jailor. She would be bound forever.

"May I introduce, Hela, the one they call Goddess of Death."

The Iron King, Robert Baratheon stare down from his throne. The girl of three and ten is indeed beautiful as they say. Even at a young age, everyone, including the king, could tell Hela is bound to grow and mature to grab countless admirers by her hands.

Robert could now see why this girl called Hela is dubbed by many as the Goddess of Death seeing as how her beauty alone has caused many crimes and deaths to have claim over her being. She has caused the King nothing but trouble.

There's something in her eyes however, Robert realizes. Hela's emerald eyes hold something severe, a sort of wisdom and independence. Neither traits which a young girl should have. There is no doubt that her admirers have overlooked that aspect of her, only pinning her to her looks.

Robert surmises that his eldest son has fallen smitten, or rather, a desire for dominance over the girl, from the way Joffrey looks at her.

He studies Hela under his scrutinizing gaze, intimidating as he's been told quite a few times before, and it does nothing to the girl. Not even a flinch.

"So you're the one they call Goddess of Death."

"With many reasons," she replies with a level-headed coolness. For a second, Robert feels as though he's the one being assessed under her intimidating gaze. He dismisses the thought, blaming the many nights outside of bedrest.

"You were just a little tyke the last I saw you. To think you were that little girl… You've caused quite the trouble. You were the sole reason for so many deaths, although indirect as they were."

Hela's father, a wealthy politician and one of the few trusted friend of the King's, has died only a day ago and the King has promised him that he would watch over and raise Hela as if she is his own child, and eventually find the right suitor for her.

Robert briefly glances at Cersei and catches her jealous stare.

"However, do not fear," Robert stands from his Iron Throne with a great smile, "I have promised your father to raise you until you are of age to marry. You will be a Lady In Waiting for my daughter."

Hela knows who she is. She has not forgotten. All the battles she's fought, the endless thrills and adventures of all the fights, all the weapons she held in her hands. However, Hela has lost all of her powers from the fall of Asgard, her true home.

She curses Odin. She curses Odin's sons, her dimwitted brothers. They're all idiots, they should have sided with her, with her ideology with what she wanted to do to Asgard — for Asgard. To make Asgard prosper, to rule all of the realms.

It's a shame.

Now, Hela can't do anything until she gets all of her powers back, but in order for that to happen, Asgard needs to be rebuilt again. She doesn't know how long that'll take, and even after thirteen years, Asgard is only at the foundation, the starting point, which is only enough to summon a flicker of light in her. This only lets her light the tip of her fingertip, but that's it.

Hela, however, knows patience. She's so very used to waiting. She's been waiting for centuries for Odin to die, after all, to taste the freedom under her skin.

"Too beautiful for her own good. Many suitors have asked for her hand in marriage, many kidnappers have tried to steal her before, and admirers have taken their own lives when she has refused them. She is and will continue to be a chaotic presence."

Only a week has passed since the Baratheon had welcomed Hela with open arms. As short as the week may have seemed, Hela gains of the knowledge that the queen and the queen's twin brother are having an incestuous affair, and the outcome of that affair is the three children besides herself, including the prick that is the eldest son, Joffrey.

She's seen how he treats others, thinking that she never saw. How Joffrey treats people does not bother her since she's more focused on restoring her power and getting back to her own kingdom to defeat the brothers of hers, adopted or not.

Putting all her anger to her weapon that is her sword, Hela swings it with grace and such accuracy. The wooden practice dummy falls to the ground, gutted with clean deep cuts.

This is all too boring. How dull, she thinks. Hela desires the battlefield. Her thirst for a fight is too strong for her to keep holding it in.

"Hela," Myrcella calls out in greeting. Hela doesn't bother to turn, but she just sweeps a bang back missing her helm along with her power. "I was wondering if you would like to join mother and me to—"

Lady in Waiting? The Goddess of Death being a Lady in Waiting? Appalled at the notion, Hela strikes against the necks of other dummies and the heads fall thumping against the floor. Calm down, Hela, you simply have to deal with these fools until your power comes back which will be soon enough, she reminded herself.

Hela turns to the princess, giving a quick glance up and down the girl, she says, "you were saying?"

"Um, i-it's nothing." Myrcella, scared out of her wits, went scurrying back indoors.

Don't bother wasting my precious time if it's nothing. Hela refrains from voicing her thoughts. Hela has been a princess before, and she believes this princess Myrcella does not deserve the title as she is so weak-willed and ever so fragile, it's as if Myrcella comes straight out of a fairytale, wanting Prince Charming to save her from a fire-breathing dragon. Except there is no Prince Charming in this world, and there exist dragons, but the ones that would kill from the moment they lay their eyes on anyone.

"Aren't Ladies in Waiting supposed to listen and obey every wish their mistress tell them of?"

It's the imp Lannister. Hela peers down at him like the little person he is, but Tyrion knows from surveying Hela for the past week that Hela looks at everyone, including the royalty, that way. His sister's husband is simply too ignorant to notice. Cersei, in the meanwhile, noticed the second her eyes landed on Hela's when Hela stepped into the throne room the first day.

"I am Hela. I am no one's Lady in Waiting. I'd rather rot in a cell for thousands of years if I can escape serving someone not worth my precious time." Although I've done just that, Hela grimaces at the memory.

"Who knows, you might just get what you wished for," Tyrion replies and nods toward the balcony on the third floor of the west side wing of the grand castle.

There confidently stood Cersei Lannister, who seems to have noticed the two figures down as Tyrion has noticed as well.

Hela didn't need to look because she's noticed long before. She scoffs. "Have you not seen how the Baratheon king looks at her?"

Tyrion raises an eyebrow, all in curiosity. Not curious that he didn't have knowledge of the fact that there is bitter hatred that sprung over the years between the King and the Queen, but curious by how Hela came to know within the week within her stay.

"The King never truly looks her way—"

"Correct, and that's exactly why she holds no true power as a Queen. However, the feeling is mutual; the King hates the Queen, the Queen hates the King. They find solace in others. The King, whores, and drinking. The Queen, with her twin brother — the three bastards the outcome of that."

Tyrion previously thought he's been the only one that knew of the affairs of his sister. Furthermore, he's only found out only a year ago, while this woman, standing proudly before him, took only a week — or less — to figure out. He's not sure if she's brilliant or scary.

"No matter," Hela says lazily, swinging the blunt steel sword over her shoulder in a careless manner, "I will be the Queen," she then adds in her thought: until I find a way to get back home to seize all the realms.

Somehow, the imp feels as though he's become much smaller than he already is as if Hela's presence alone and her words are pressing down on him with a force incomprehensible. He thinks that perhaps what Hela speaks is true, that Hela will become Queen of all the lands and there is no one who can stop her.

A/N: This is only a cheap hobby.

I loved Hela's character in Thor Ragnarok and thought what would happen if she went to Westeros? Dominate it of course.

But keep in mind that I have not seen GoT, only the first three seasons back in 2014(?)... And have only been reading fanfics...

Please forgive me for any mistakes regarding GoT itself. I'll only be fixing the grammar or spelling mistakes, but the plot mistakes will probably be fixed when I have time or when I am bothered by them.