The soft hum of an invisible force field sweeps through the apartment, capturing every last speck of floating dust before depositing it with mathematical precision into the trash can. Sue Storm, in her light blue Fantastic Four costume, clings to her mature, voluptuous figure, perfectly highlighting her narrow waist and ample hips as she hums a homey tune, pleased with the tidiness of the place. Glancing toward the sofa, she can't help but smile slightly at the sight of the imposing Goddess of Death completely engrossed in a digital screen
Hela is sprawled on the couch in an imperial yet strangely relaxed pose, wearing her form-fitting, dark jade-colored outfit that accentuates her curves and generous breasts. Her long, jet-black hair falls wildly and unruly over her shoulders, untouched by any effort to brush it, giving her a dangerously natural look. Her fingers, accustomed to wielding necrotic blades, strike the keyboard of the laptop Sue had bought her a few weeks ago with fury and speed. On the screen, an internet forum fills with insults in all caps as she watches videos about inexplicable anomalies on Earth
"Insolent, narrow-minded mortals!" Hela bellows in her regal, authoritative tone, letting out a dry, sharp laugh that echoes off the apartment walls "You pretend to deny the existence of a dimensional rift in the northern sector of this pathetic planet when the signatures of mystical energy are obvious. I've sent souls with far greater cognitive capacity than these buffoons behind a screen to Helheim!"
Sue crosses her arms, maintaining a calm posture as she observes her companion's bright green eyes fixed on the monitor. With a calm, precise tone and a maternal touch she often uses to soothe the waters, she moves closer to the back of the sofa.
“Hela, you’re arguing in a conspiracy forum with teenagers who are probably just trying to annoy you,” Sue says, letting out an amused sigh. “Besides, remember what we agreed about using the keyboard. If you keep typing with that Asgardian force, the laptop warranty won’t cover replacing the physical components.”
“It’s a primitive communication tool, Sue. It should withstand the weight of truth” Hela replies without taking her eyes off the screen, sending a devastating comment that blocks the other user “Besides, I find it amusing to watch their fragile pride crumble when I demolish their arguments with metaphysical logic. They’re so… predictable.”
Sue shakes her head, smiling patiently but remaining firm in her role as the voice of reason. With an elegant movement, she gently brushes a strand of the goddess’s unruly, raven hair aside, noticing how tangled it is from lack of care
“Speaking of predictable things, I was thinking we could take the afternoon off from university tomorrow,” Sue remarked, adopting a more relaxed tone. “Have you considered coming with me to try out a local hair salon? They might be able to help you manage all that volume. Oh, and I also saw a catalog online with matching pajamas… I thought it would be nice to have a couple for our movie nights.”
Hela paused the movement of her fingers for a second. She turned her face slightly to look at Sue, fixing her bright eyes on her friend’s piercing blue ones, and made a curt comment, but one laced with the affection she reserved only for Sue.
“I appreciate your constant attempts to civilize me, Susan, but human-metal scissors would shatter before they could cut a single strand of a deity’s hair,” Hela stated with majestic pride, though she softened her expression, revealing a genuine but subtle interest “However… that suggestion of nightgowns doesn’t sound entirely unreasonable. If we're going to compete in a friendly way for the attention of our shared goal, I need to look imposing even in my sleep. I want a dinosaur onesie. Specifically, an Alpha Predator onesie. A green one with big teeth."
Sue blinks a few times, processing the mental image of the fearsome ruler of the underworld wearing a fuzzy Tyrannosaurus onesie, and can't help but let out a subtle chuckle.