When they were finished, Hela collapsed atop him, her head resting on his chest as her fingers drew lazy circles in the blood there. Whether it was his or the Vanir's, he did not know. In the back of his mind, Loki knew they could not linger for much longer, but still they remained. There were a great number of things he wished to say to Hela, but did not know how. This was only the beginning, though, their future spread out before them. Running a hand down her sweat dampened back, he tried to think of a better way to celebrate your first kill and could not. Hela had always been his closest ally, especially since it became clear that Thor was destined for the throne and he was, well, not.