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Indeed, it was a battle.
As soon as the Bifrost's beam ended and Marshall felt the solid floor under his feet, he heard the metallic clank of weapons at the same time.
"YOU! You shouldn't have come back, Odin!"
Boom!
Marshall looked at the scenes in awe as the dark-clothed, multi-horned absolute beauty of a goddess clashed with Odin and appeared to go toe to toe. It looked like she hadn't even noticed him, not that he minded.
The view was fantastic.
How tall is she? He wondered, shocked that just a few hours ago he was delighted to meet Amora, who was taller than him. And now it was Hela, probably at seven feet.
Clash!
"Calm down, Hela! What I did was for your own benefit!" Odin roared back at her.
"My benefit? Your fear was never my burden, Odin! You unleashed me to conquer, then caged me when I obeyed?! I won't rot in silence while you twist the threads of my life!"
The father and daughter clashed with full might across the dark, stony surface of the unknown world. Marshall just stood in place, amused since it was his first time outside Earth. Well, Asgard felt like Earth too, so that new planet actually felt alien.
"Hela, hear me! I have brought the man who can help you!"
"Him?" Hela's head turned abruptly, and she charged towards Marshall. "This mortal? Then let me quash whatever hopes you have brought here!"
Marshall didn't flinch, nor move. Heck, he looked excited as the tall, dark-clothed goddess flew towards him.
"Marshall! Do not let her touch you!" Odin roared in warning.
But Marshall spread his arms wide like welcoming her. "Touch me!"
"..."
"Ghk!" Marshall felt a soft, but strong hand tightly wrap around his neck. He felt raised in the air, and fuck, what a sight it was as he looked down at Hela's pale face. Then the rest of her. "Mmm… Just crush my head between those delicious thighs—Fuck, I said that out loud, didn't I?"
"..."
"This? This vile creature?" Hela furiously glared at Odin, and then back at Marshall. "Let me show you why I am called the Goddess of Death."
Hela was indeed the Goddess of Death. She had control over Life and Death. And by just touching the skin of another, she could kill that person. Even an Asgardian, she could kill with ease.
Yet again, Marshall felt that abrupt darkness cover his vision. It felt like someone turned off a light switch for a second and then turned it on. For less than a second he was dead, and then he wasn't.
"Hey, beautiful." He smirked at her while still dangling in her tight grip over his neck. "Whatever mambo-jumbo you're doing, it ain't working."
"Impossible!" Hela snarled, summoning her power again with a violent flick. Still, he stood—unflinching, undying. "No mortal. No god. Nothing escapes my dominion over life and death!"
In fact, Marshall wasn't even struggling in her grip. They were pretty much on equal physical strength level if not more for Marshall, since he inherited Odin's physique.
"Surprised? Don't be. I'm just getting started." Marshall used his first love, Firehair's telepathic powers, the greatest he'd ever felt, and attacked Hela's mind. Sure, she was a goddess and tried to fight back, but that meant she lacked complete focus on the rest of the matters.
Shhhh!
Marshall covered his neck region with cosmic flames. They burned intensely, and Hela instantly let Marshall go.
"The Phoenix?!" Hela hissed and glared at Odin. "You befriended the Phoenix?!"
"Pffft! He? He wanted to fuck the Phoenix, really. Man, I sure miss Firehair… Fuck, I'll kill that fire chicken when I meet that bitch again. My Firehair… I don't even know how she lived… Fuck, my mood's ruined now."
Marshall eyed Hela and used his telepathic powers harder on her, all the while covering his entire body in cosmic flames. That seemed to threaten Hela as she kept walking backward.
"Look, Odin promised endless mead. That's it. That's why I'm here, not for your ego, not for your apocalypse fantasy. You want to conquer the universe? Get in line. The fact is, you're a tiny blip in my long lifetime. I don't give a damn about you, Hela—You're a guest on my planet now, and until Odin clears your head, you follow my rules. Don't push me."
"How dare you utter such words in my presence? I am He—"
Pa!
Marshall leaped forward and smacked the flat of his palm straight on Hela's left cheek. The slap echoed loud, and hard, and his burning hand left dark marks on her face. But he didn't hit her hard enough to send her flying. Just enough to drive the lesson home.
"I am the First fucking Man! I'm older than your father, and pretty sure older than most creatures in this damn universe—If you think I give a shit about who you are, think again."
Hela couldn't kill him. She was left confused and speechless, still feeling that sting on her left cheek. She felt humiliated and more enraged. She wanted to kill him but didn't know how.
Click!
"What?" Hela looked down and noticed a golden bracelet on her wrist. She looked behind, Odin had snuck up on her. "What is this new trickery?"
"With this bracelet, I have sealed your power, Hela. What remains is but strength beyond mortals and a flicker of the magic. I banish you to Midgard, in Marshall's care. There, you will walk among mortals, learn, endure—And perhaps, in time, you shall forsake your lust for dominion."
"Uggh!" Hela tried to use her powers. She failed to summon those black rods. She tried to touch Odin and use her power of Death to kill him, but that power simply didn't respond.
"Won't work," Marshall said, smirking. "But I think I can do it now. That little murdering trick you showed me? I like it. Might not work on all of them, but screw it. Add it to the pile."
Hela looked at the bracelet on her right hand, then at Marshall, and finally at her father. "Who is he? What is he?"
Odin sighed, shaking his head. "That question… I'm afraid even he can't answer."
Marshall waved at Hela, grinning. He really had no lustful thoughts for the woman. Sure, she was tall, beautiful in face, and had a pretty body. But, her attitude was trash. Also, post-nut clarity was at work after emptying loads after loads in Amora.
"Alright, then. Back to Earth," Marshall said, sidling up to Hela and hooking his arm through hers. "Jesus, you really are tall."
Lost for words, Hela stood there frozen. Moments later, a beam of light fell on them and swept them away. But Odin, not wanting to keep Hela in Asgard for long, quickly brought Marty over and sent the three away to Earth.
"Keep the mead coming!"
With Marshall's final words, the beam fell on them.
The next moment he opened his eyes, he was once again on Earth. And luckily, the beam had landed him right where he had left.
"Marty, we'll see Ajak later. We got this goddess to show around first. Get on the raft."
Not taking any risks, instead of taking Hela to Dinosia, Marshall took her to his massive cave in Egypt, where he hid all of Alexandria's books. It was spacious enough for all of them and also…
"W-What will you do to me?" Hela asked Marshall, her voice cold, eyes burning. "Touch me? Claim me like some spoiled brute? Is that Odin's lesson—submission through filth?"
"Rrrrrruffff…" Marty eyed Marshall and Hela one by one as if watching a soap opera. Poor guy couldn't clap though, arms were too tiny.
Marshall scoffed and grabbed her arm again. He dragged her into the cave and took her upstairs.
"Typical. All you see is skin and heat. Fine—enjoy your prize. But when this bracelet comes off, I will rip your home world from existence."
Marshall said nothing, and kept dragging her, up and up. Their footsteps grew louder, more echoey.
"So eager? What spell did you cast to make Odin trade away his own daughter like some back-alley bargain?" Hela kept mocking him in full disdain.
Right then, Marshall changed direction and entered a massive dug-out cavern. It was so high that the ceiling looked dark, and the three sides of the walls were all dug out to make space for countless shelves. And on each shelf were books and scrolls. It was in a true sense a library, perhaps the world's largest.
"You know Allspeak?" Marshall asked.
Hela confusedly looked around and nodded.
"Perfect. Now shut your damn mouth and get moving. Only Marty and I get recess. You? You're crawling through every book, scribble, and sneeze of ink in this place. Title, contents, I want it all indexed in a single large booklet, along with the location of that book."
Hela was taken aback. She looked at Marshall, and then at the endless shelves of books. She fully expected to be thrown onto a bed but this was…
"Have you lost your mind? There are countle—"
"Millions, I know. That's what you're supposed to do. But if you so much as wrinkle a page in those books, I swear, I'll give you a real spanking, and I do mean a real one."
"..."
Humiliation and pointless work—She first hand realized she was stuck with a lunatic.
"And what will you do?" Hela asked, curious if he was toying with her.
"Me? First, I gotta wash Marty—boy smells worse than a thousand-year-old sock. Then I'll sweep every damn corner of the cave because dust doesn't clean itself. Maybe chip out a few new rooms while I'm at it. After that, I'll throw some grub together. And come night, I'll count stars with Marty again. We lost the count nine years ago, or was it ten? Doesn't matter. Tonight's the reset."
"..."
Hela was speechless, hopeless, and heartbroken.
"You… You really are a madman, aren't you?"
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Asgard,
"Ummmh… Harder… please…"
Amora woke up late that morning with lingering murmurs leaking out of her lips, and by late, she woke up in the evening. As she sat up on the soft bedding, she felt sore all over her body. She looked down at her beautiful carved frame and smiled, seeing all those deep red hickeys on her breasts, and then there was that dried sticky mess between her legs.
"Mmm… I can taste him still." She moaned, grabbed the quilt, and just… gave it a lick.
Her pupils blew out for some reason and she filthily started licking the sheets. Then she started licking her own hands, feeling that phantom warmth in her fists.
Amora was known to be cruel to the men she'd seduce, but there was also a grave weakness. She was too easy to fall in love.
"Oh… Marshall… I want you… I really, hopelessly love you."
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