OK but imagine an au where Hela was raised with her brothers and the reader, hapless little lesbian, meets her and is unable to contain herself

platoniclokiimagines:

• you had known about Hela for about as long as you had known Thor and Loki
• they mentioned her often
• Loki never admitted it to anyone but you, but he admired her so much
• from what you understood, Thor was a little bit of the odd one out
• perhaps because Loki and Hela had a bit more of a rough history with Odin that Thor simply couldn’t relate to, as much as he tried
• but it was easy to see that the three love and care for each other fiercely
• even though she was always not with them
• off doing something or other
• they never exactly mentioned that particular information
• and you never asked for it
• but when, one day, they mentioned Hela was coming for a visit
• you were a little nervous
• you knew she was the goddess of death
• and for some reason, you felt a little nervous meeting the sister of two of your closest friends
• especially with how highly Loki always seemed to talk about her
• he assured you you didn’t have to do anything special

“Just be yourself, she’ll like you because we like you.” “If you say so…”

• all the same, you dressed in one of your nicer outfits
• and oof were you glad that you did
• you weren’t sure what you were expecting, when the goddess of death came swaggering in
• but you certainly weren’t expecting your tiny little gay heart to go boom boom woosh
• you honestly stared a little bit
• more than you should have
• but when you noticed the awkward silence, you shook your head to clear your mind
• and stuck your hand out to shake hers and introduce yourself
• no you didn’t notice how soft her hands were
• or the way her lips curled when she smirked and said hello
• you honestly felt a little warm
• had someone turned the heat up in the compound
• at one point, you caught Loki’s eye
• and he narrowed his gaze
• and then got that little expression of recognition
• and as you excused yourself to go back to what you’d been doing
• stumbling over your words all the while
• Loki followed you
• all but cornering you once you got back to your room

“Y/N, you have a crush on my sister.”

• not a question, not an exclamation
• just a stating of, what seemed to him to be, a blaringly obvious fact
• a fact you tried desperately to cover up

“No…?” “Y/N, I know that look anywhere, yes you do.” “….maybe I do.” “On my sister.” “Sh!” “The goddess of death.” “Sh!” “Who could kill you if she wanted to?” “And I would thank her for it with my dying breath.” “…..” “Did I really just say that out loud?” “Unfortunately, yes.”