"I won. My son fucked your daughter."
"..."
"And… my daught—"
Marshall howled in laughter when Mephisto couldn't come up with a comeback.
"Fuck yes, can't wait to see my grandkids. Those tiny babies are gonna be walking nuclear warheads. Wait... are they gonna come out red?"
Despite the constant bickering of Marshall and Mephisto, the marriage continued. At that point, the two old men didn't care what was going on. They were just focused on insulting each other. Mephisto showed strange restraint, never attacking.
Finally, once the couple kissed, Marshall jumped down from the raft, well, more like flew down because Marty's fat ass would have made a crater. The boy was growing too fast, and Marshall had some doubts. Japan was probably going to get its 'Gojira' this time.
"Wait, what's Gojira?"
"Dad!"
Helvar jumped at him as soon as he landed on the ground. He embraced his boy, all grown-up now, even supporting a beard, pretty much a spitting image of him if not for the dark hair. And to Marshall's dismay, Helvar was growing taller than him. Thanks to the Asgardian genes he got from Hela.
"What happened? Where were you all this time? And Marty!"
Helvar bombarded him with questions, but midway jumped over to Marty and hugged the giant T-Rex's equally giant face. There was no denying that the two shared a deep bond. Marty had always been there since the day Helvar opened his eyes. Marty was Uncle Marty, not just a beast.
Marshall eyed the rest of his ever-growing family. The first one was his daughter, Kael. She was still in single-digit age and growing well, already pretty tall, once again Hela's giantess genes at work. But he didn't care and just pulled her in a big hug.
"Come here." He hugged the life out of her, and she did the same. He was surprised by her powers, but then he remembered what she'd done in the past. Time freeze, reality warping, who knows what else. At least she looked like him, blonde.
Finally, he rose and stood in front of Hela. The tall woman was still a head above him, but her usually icy gaze was absent. Instead, there was a welcoming warmth. Like she was glad to see him back and alive.
"Took damn time. But I'm home… a little less batshit." Marshall stepped closer to her. "The voices are gone, Hela."
And just like that, the Goddess of Death smiled warmly and pulled him in first. Not a tame hug but a passionate public kiss. She leaned down, both her big hands grabbing his head as their lips met.
Marshall didn't give a damn. He liked this woman, his unofficial wife, and the one he'd told the most about his fucked up brain. He wrapped his thick arms around her godly slender waist and crushed her against his chest.
"You appear to be stronger than before," Hela commented, breaking the kiss.
Marshall grinned. "Oh, sweet holy hell no, you have no idea. I'll tell you all about it later. Let me see the rest first."
He stepped over to Angela, right beside Hela. The redhead goddess was dressed in regular jeans and a shirt, and still looked hot. But Marshall didn't kiss her or hug her. Their relationship had only lasted one night, and ended with her giving him a daughter. For now, she was still only interested in scissoring.
Not that he minded, as long as he got to watch.
"There she is." He hugged his daughter. She was the same age as Kael, and her name was Diana. She had her mother's red hair but her father's blue eyes. She was somewhat haughty and overconfident at times, probably because of living with Angela most of the time.
Better haul her around sometime. No fucking way I'm letting Angela turn my sweet little girl into a power hungry girlboss.
After that, he hugged Selene.
Shit, did her tits get bigger?
As they flattened on his chest, the short witch rose on her toes to peck his lips. He didn't mind. But it wasn't as intense as with Hela. Then, as always in a competition, a bit taller but with the same-sized tits, Morgan Le Fay hugged and kissed him. Finally, there was his favorite mutant, Raven, in her blue glory. He kissed her purple lips as well. She seemed unsure if she should at first, but he was absolutely sure.
Done, he eyed Logan, who stood beside his own wife, Rose O'Hara. Then there was Max with his girlfriend. Marshall forgot her name, but he remembered picking her up from the Nazi camp.
"Hold on, where the fuck did all the Nazis go? Somebody put a boot through that howling Austrian's skull, yeah? Sweet hell, thinking about it now, letting that bastard live was deranged," Marshall said with a frown as his mind reasoned. "Too many corpses, zero fucking reason."
"Dad, I ended it. I flew across Germany, killed every Nazi soldier I met, grabbed Hitler, and beat him to death in New York. Then I did the same to the Japanese Emperor. The war ended fast as hell."
"..."
"That's my son." Marshall proudly nodded. "Good, that's what they deserve. I'll go out later and see how things are moving."
"I also… threatened them to never wage war again or I'd kill them as well," Helvar added.
Marshall shrugged. "Too much for them. Their monkey skulls need war like rot needs stink. Take it away, and suddenly you and Dinosia are the problem. I've watched humans forever, yanking them toward peace, and every ficking time they crawl back into biting beasts. Let them fry. We're not nurses, no tits out for soothing. You're married. Go live. Honeymoon somewhere shiny, Asgard maybe. Make some damn brats."
Surprisingly, Helvar showed a blush.
Marshall laughed and looked around. It really was good to be back home.
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Helvar had planned a very casual wedding at first, as if it was mourning. But because Marshall had returned with Marty, the bar was raised. The gathering turned into a party, which turned into a crazy fest of music and dancing.
The food was amazing, but the real showstopper was Marty dancing on the center stage and knocking Logan away with his tail. Thankfully, the feral man had regeneration powers.
Marshall also danced with all the pretty ladies. Some of them groped him, some he groped. But in the end, he danced slowly with Hela, both his hands on her hips, while she rested her hands on his shoulders.
"Hell, I know I never said it, but damn, it's good to have you," Marshall said, staring at her gorgeous face. "Missed you out there. Out there, I was stuck on one rotten thought. The Celestials started the whole damn mess. They let the Aspirant slither in; they let Marty die. I butchered everyone. Elders. Gods. Galactus. Then some three-headed golden bastard hauled me into a court to weigh my soul. I stole the Aspirant's power and dragged Marty back. Fixed my head too, since my body's basically Aspirant now."
"Let us get out of here."
Instead of a reply, he felt Hela tug his arm and pull him along with her. He let her, followed her behind. He thought she wanted to talk privately, and sure enough, she brought him to their bedroom.
Clack!
Once Marshall stepped inside, Hela stayed behind and locked the door. Then she turned back to Marshall and walked over to him, her luscious hips swaying, high on her dark heels. Her dark, luxurious gown made of the same matter her armor, tight around her waist and arms, flaring out over her legs.
Her hair was made silky, draping her back like a perfect, undisturbed waterfall. Her eyes were masked with dark paint, and her lips were dark as well.
"I may be a goddess, but…" Hela stopped in front of him; her heels vanished, bringing her height down. So passionate, she leaned in from her waist, her breath striking his beard. "I have needs, too."
"..."
Marshall was taken aback. Usually, he believed he was the horny bastard. But he still melted against her soft touch. Her lips were so delicate and hot, and still so powerful. He felt the world narrow to the press of her mouth, her warmth seeping into his skin. His hands instinctively rose to her waist, gripping the curve of her hips.
He felt her lips push, sealing with his, rubbing, taking warmth from him. Then he felt her tongue slither in, just as hot and wet, and he gave way. He tasted it and tangled against it just as greedily. In a way, he felt sensations he didn't feel with anyone else. He sucked on it in pure hunger, while memories of their centuries together flooded his mind. Hela was someone he hadn't won in a day or two.
Their personalities were so different. And that made this feeling just so much more real. Doing it with Hela was like being in an exclusive club, and only he and Hela were members. No one else could touch this depth.
Scrrrr!
The sharp rip of fabric echoed.
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