Marvel: NIHILITY

The peaceful serenity of Ta Lo was soon shattered by the sound of pounding footsteps and the furious hiss of Hela's breath. David had barely gotten to his feet after the awkward crash when Hela's eyes flared with rage once more.

"YOU!" she screamed, her voice like the crack of thunder in the mountain air. "Get back here!"

David, wide-eyed and realizing he might have accidentally stepped into some very dangerous territory, began to sprint. But no matter how fast he ran, Hela was always right behind him, her fury fueling her pursuit.

He zigzagged around trees, dashed over rocks, and ducked under hanging bamboo stalks, trying to find a way to outpace the goddess of death. But every time he turned around, there she was, chasing him down with an angry snarl on her lips.

David wasn't sure what was worse—being chased by the wrath of a woman who is literally a violent and crazy goddess of death(well , former), or the fact that every time they collided in their frantic chase, they somehow always ended up in the most awkward, intimate positions.

At one point, as he made a sharp turn, he collided with a large tree, sending him tumbling backward into Hela's outstretched arms. The force knocked both of them to the ground, with Hela on top, their faces inches apart. David, who could barely keep his balance, found himself flushed with embarrassment as their gazes locked.

"Really?" Hela growled, her breath warm against his skin. "You're trying to escape, yet you keep... falling into me."

Before David could respond, Hela pushed herself off, but as she did, he slipped on the uneven ground and fell straight into her once more. This time, he landed right into her chest, snuggled between her modest breasts, knocking the wind out of both of them.

Their awkward positions became more and more frequent, and with each tumble, David's attempts at apologizing only seemed to make things worse.

After a few more rounds of dodging and falling, David was waiting for Hela to catch up with him with an amused smile . Hela was still chasing him, but her energy was starting to flag, the anger burning off in the face of exhaustion.

Finally, as he tripped over a rock and fell forward, he found himself tightly hugging Hela in an unexpected grip, trying to steady himself.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their heavy breathing and the rustling of leaves around them.

Hela, now slightly calmer, looked down at David, her chest heaving as she caught her breath. Her eyes softened just a fraction, the anger in her gaze slowly dissipating.

"What do you really want, bastard?" she asked, her voice less harsh now, though still tinged with irritation. "Why are you following me?"

David, still holding on to her to avoid falling face-first into the ground, smiled sheepishly. "Honestly? Watching you go through this... character development stuff is way more entertaining than anything else I've seen in this world."

Hela's eyes narrowed again, the spark of irritation flaring up once more. "I swear —"

"Hey, hey, calm down," David interrupted, gently pushing her off as he slowly stood, still holding her arms in case she decided to make a violent gesture. "I was just joking. But seriously, have you found your answer yet?"

Hela blinked, taken aback by the question. Her usual retort died on her lips as she looked away, as though the question had pried open a door to something deeper within her.

"What does it truly mean to cherish life?" she asked quietly, almost as if the question surprised her as much as it surprised David.

David paused, unsure of how to respond, but after a moment, he took a deep breath and began his speech .

"Life is fleeting," he sighed , his voice more serious than it had been before. "It's full of moments, big and small, that you can't always hold onto.

We get so caught up in what we want, or what we think we deserve, but life... it's about appreciating the little things. The sunlight in the morning that awakens you gently , the way a friend smiles at you, the warmth of embrace from a loved one . It's all temporary, and that makes it beautiful."

Hela listened intently; her eyes narrowed but soft, as if she were truly considering his words for the first time.

"When you think about it," David continued, his gaze drifting to the horizon, "that shortness is what makes life so precious. It's the reason we humans care. Because we know, one day, it's all going to end.

That's why death is... well, it's a lot scarier than we sometimes let on. It's eternal. It's the end of everything we know, and we don't get to choose when it comes."

She looked away. " You are forgetting; I am the goddess of death."

David thought for a while, then replied with a helpless smile. " I know. But no god should hold control over the domain of death , specially one who holds no regard for life."

Hela was silent for a long moment, the weight of his words settling over her. She had always seen life and death as opposites, as forces that were in conflict with one another.

But now, she understood that they were bound together by a fragile, inevitable truth. Life was finite, and that made it worth cherishing. Death... well, death could wait.

She finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "I think... I think I understand now."

David smiled, but before he could say anything more, he heard a soft sound from behind them. He turned to see Jiayi standing at the entrance of a small hut, arms crossed, her expression one of amusement. She eyed them, sitting on the ground, still in a strangely intimate position.

"Well," Jiayi said with a smirk, "I'll leave you two kids to your deep intimate "conversation", but just remember to use protection and keep the noise down." She winked before turning and walking away, leaving David and Hela stunned in silence.

Hela's cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassment, her eyes flashing with fury once again. "Did she just—"

David, still trying to process what had just happened, let out a nervous laugh. "Yeah, that was... totally not what it looked like."

Hela shot him a glare, but it was softer than before, tinged with an odd mix of amusement and frustration. "You," she muttered, "are an idiot."

But there was something about her tone now. A hint of playfulness beneath the sharpness, a sign that Hela, for the first time in a long while, was no longer entirely consumed by her own anger and rage.

David raised an eyebrow. "I'll take that as a compliment... I think."

The next few days were interesting. Hela was practicing her usual routines while David would be irritating her, breaking her focus. People got used to it and would smile when they saw the raven-haired woman chasing David across the streets of Ta-Lo.

Eventually their playful banters developed into something more. The arrogant goddess decided to slowly open her heart to the strange man who seemed so different from the rest. She felt free for the first time in a long while, free to pursue whatever she truly wanted. And one day it happened.

Hela , who was being used as a cuddle pillow for David, sighed staring at his sleeping face . Her purpose, her destiny, it all seemed rather meaningless now. She showed a gentle,loving look; far contrasting to her usual angry and vengeful attitude, as she stared at the man who had turned her world upside down.

Not that she would say that to him. He would definitely tease her forever if she showed this gentle side. Despite their closeness, she acted annoyed whenever David would bother her, but she enjoyed the attention secretly.

She loved the way he treated her, not as some goddess but just as a person, never lying or trying to manipulate her like her father did .

Specially when he didn't even care about the other women who tried to get close to him constantly. "Hmph, like they can compare to the goddess of death!"

But she wasn't that person, well, not anymore. Maybe she didn't need to go back to Asgard. Maybe this mortal life isn't so bad. Living a quiet and peaceful life with a family of her own, that doesn't sound so bad.

She decided , she would rather live in the moment and enjoy what life offered her. She looked at his face nervously with affection, then spoke with a quiet determination, " I , the former goddess of death, Hela, proclaim my love to you. Let us stay together till death embraces us."

She gently kissed the sleeping David with a smile , and then looked away with a shy look. Odin probably would have lost his mind if he saw his bloodthirsty daughter acting like a shy maiden in love .

An infuriating voice entered her ears. " So, did the mighty goddess of death just confess her love to me with a passionate kiss ?"

Hela immediately snapped her eyes to David, who looked at her with an infuriating grin. She tried to immediately break free and struggled. " Who the hell would love an annoying bastard like you! Let me go right now! "

Her protests were silenced as David kissed her gently, melting away her strength. He looked at her with care and said, " Although there might be some trouble in the future,and there are some things you might get angry about, but you are stuck with me from now, forever."

Hela still tried to act annoyed, " Who wants to stay forever with you!" But she was happier than ever in her heart. She then noticed the naughty hands that were roaming around her body without shame.

" Hey, stop that you bastard! Don't touch there! You shameless idiot, it's still daytime. Stop taking off my clothes! Wait, I'm not mentally ready... ….. mmph. Ahn~"

Her protests were soon replaced by a symphony of moans that spread around the house. Women were shyly staring at the house as they passed by.

While the men cursed David for his shameless behavior, but also gave a begrudging nod of respect for managing to conquer the violent woman who would never show any gentleness in front of others.

The day turned into night, but the passionate lovers kept going at it without any rest. As if the rest of the world didn't matter, they only had each other to share the warmth.

Somewhere far away, Wen Wu sneezed. " Where is my brother right now? I hope he managed to find his woman." He didn't know David did far more from that. He had changed the the brutal goddess of death into a gentle woman who cherished the feeling of being loved for the first time.