These last few weeks have been hell for you — and not the good kind. You may be thinking: in what universe is hell 'good'? To which I answer: Hela's universe. Speaking of the goddess, it's been a while since you last spoke with her. Both of you have been incredibly busy; you with a break up and her with... well being the Goddess of Death. So there's never really been a convenient time for you to even catch up, until today.
Your phone rings and you groan, flipping over in bed as you feel around the covers for the vibrating device — again, not the good kind. You manage to grasp it between your fingers, ready to silence it. You first check the caller ID and you have to blink a few times to make sure it's real. You quickly answer pulling the phone to your ear all in one motion.
"Well hello, welcome back from the dead"
You crack a smile and roll your eyes at her little joke.
"Shouldn't I be the one saying that?"
"I'm immortal, darling, I don't die"
She has a point — sort of. At first it was a hard thing to cope with, Hela being immortal. As a mortal yourself it used to make you constantly face your mortality knowing that, no matter what, she would live longer than you. Then it became a comfort, you would never have to live without her.
"So... how are you?"
You wanted to say that was a loaded question but you also didn't particularly want to talk about your tumultuous life right now. It had been the first day in weeks that you hadn't thought about it and the longer you can keep it off your mind, the better. However, you couldn't completely lie to her either...
"Oh you know, hating life on earth as usual"
Hela was very particular about certain words or phrases. One time you joked that you wanted to die and it turned into an hour lecture on how painful the experience actually was. She jokingly mentioned towards the end that you would most likely go to Midgard hell, which even she deems a bit unfair; mind you she practically hates all beings — especially humans.
"You could always come to Asgard..."
The first time she offered, she couldn't have been more serious. The goddess was quite fond of you, more than she could really explain. Everyone noticed it, how her voice and expressions were less calculated and more soft. She admitted, though only to herself, that there was something special about you. The connection you two had was like no other in her life and considering she had lived for multiple centuries, that was a pretty big deal.
However, you never accepted her offer and though she was disappointed, she had no choice but to respect it. It then became a running joke, any time you would complain about something, she would lighten the mood telling you to move to Asgard. There would always be some sort of pro to combat whatever you were dealing with. If it was anything money related: 'darling, I'm a princess — a goddess; money isn't an issue'. If it was men or the patriarchy: 'well Odin will probably die soon and then I'll become queen, the land will be restored'. And this time was no different.
"If you hate Midgard, you would love it here; it's completely different. Also, I'm here which is a plus"
Except this time you truly contemplated her offer. Your lease was up in a week and you were already at a loss for where you would go. You hated your neighborhood and the creeps you get to call neighbors but you couldn't afford much else. Not to mention now that you'd broken up with your girlfriend, you wanted to find a new job so you didn't have to see her every day. Unfortunately, the job market was slim pickings and you had trouble finding something that both sparked your interest and paid at minimum as much as you made at your current job.
