[!~+Hela+~!]

Hela walked up to you and gently pulled you into her. “Your hair is so soft, just like you.” She sighed into your hair. You quickly attempted to deflect the compliment. Hela arched an eyebrow. She had never heard you deny a compliment. “Accept the compliment.” Hela spoke firmly. You still wouldn’t. That was getting her mad. “Love, accept the compliment, now.” Hela sighed, rubbing her temples. When you still refused the compliment, her patience began to dwindle. You shook your head no. “Love, you know you don’t like being in air jail.” Hela threatened, her tone laced with exasperation. When you still didn’t listen, she picked you up like a cat. Hela’s actions made you make a squeak like sound. Hela didn’t loosen her grip, despite you squirming. She smirked slightly. “Love, you make this too easy.” Hela teased, chuckling slightly. She still wanted you to accept the compliment. But she knew you’d be stubborn about it.