The kitchen was still warm with the scent of toast and coffee when Bella began answering Angie's avalanche of questions.
She passed little Sally gently into Angie's arms and started clearing the table. As she wiped the dishes, her calm voice filled the room—steady, clear, and almost mesmerizing. Bella never told stories like a showman; she spoke like someone who had lived through every word.
As she described her past—hunting down the Savage gang in Forks, fighting two Blood Clan vampires, and later, the chaotic years in New York—Angie sat on the edge of her seat, eyes sparkling.
Bella's tone remained composed, almost casual, but the stories themselves painted pictures of cosmic wars and impossible courage. She spoke of dark creatures, demon kings, aliens, and interstellar battles with such quiet certainty that it felt like hearing a history lesson rather than a fantasy.
For Angie, it was like listening to a living legend. Every time Bella downplayed a life-and-death fight, Angie's imagination filled in the scenes with the spectacular footage she'd seen online of the Goddess of Judgment.
"Wow…" Angie sighed dreamily. "That's insane. Why didn't you take me with you? I've always wanted to see what real Blood Clan look like! The movies make them seem so romantic."
Bella gave her a dry look. "Romantic? Try parasitic."
Angie ignored the jab, clasping her hands dramatically. "And Asgard! Oh, please tell me it's as beautiful as it looks in the pictures. The golden towers, the sky bridges… Did you really go there?"
Bella smiled faintly but said nothing, stacking plates into the washer.
Angie followed her like an excited puppy, helping dry the cups while she continued chattering. "You've seen other planets, other civilizations, alien food! You're literally living my dream!"
Bella chuckled. "If you tasted half of what I've eaten out there, you'd faint."
As they worked side by side, a soft mechanical chime sounded. The house AI, Celia, spoke in her gentle synthetic voice:
> "Ms. Bella, a visitor has arrived. Mr. Loki requests an audience."
Bella paused, her hand stilling mid-motion. "Loki?"
Angie blinked. "Wait—did she just say Loki? As in that Loki?"
Bella set the last bowl in the sterilizer, drying her hands with a towel. "That's… surprising timing. We were just talking about Asgard."
Angie's brows shot up. "You mean the Asgard? God realm? Sparkly towers and rainbow bridge and all? That Asgard?"
Bella gave her a pointed look that said, you'll see.
---
Footsteps echoed from the hall.
They were slow, deliberate—each one announcing the arrival of someone who had no need to rush. A smooth, magnetic voice followed soon after.
> "I couldn't help but overhear two beautiful ladies speaking of me. I do hope the gossip was flattering."
Angie turned—and her breath caught.
A tall man stood in the doorway, draped in a perfectly tailored black suit that managed to look both regal and effortless. His long dark hair framed a sharp, almost ethereal face, the kind that seemed carved from mischief itself. He leaned casually on a golden cane, green eyes glinting like emeralds beneath soft light.
Loki of Asgard.
Angie had seen photos, but they hadn't done him justice. There was something magnetic—dangerous yet captivating—in his presence. The faint curve of his lips held amusement and arrogance in equal measure.
Her inner fangirl screamed. Oh great, he's hot. Why are the morally questionable ones always hot?
Bella noticed the awe on Angie's face and rolled her eyes. "Don't get any ideas. He's trouble wrapped in good tailoring."
Loki's smirk widened, as though he'd heard. "I prefer to think of myself as misunderstood."
---
Bella crossed the room calmly.
"The timing of your visit is terrible," she said, drying her hands with elegant precision. "You arrived right after breakfast."
Loki placed his cane aside and lowered himself gracefully onto the couch. "A shame," he replied smoothly. "Had I been earlier, I might've joined you."
Angie, still recovering from the shock, whispered to Bella, "He's like… an evil movie star."
Bella sighed. "He is an evil movie star. Don't let the charm fool you."
Her words made Loki chuckle softly, a sound both genuine and mocking. "Ah, Bella, ever the realist."
But before the banter could continue, a small, sharp voice broke the calm.
"Sister Bella," little Sally said suddenly from Angie's lap, her tone oddly cold. "He smells bad."
Bella froze. Loki blinked.
A faint red glow shimmered in Sally's eyes—an ancient, dangerous energy that filled the air like static. The aura of death rolled off her in waves. Loki stiffened instantly. Every instinct screamed danger.
"Whoa there, little one." Loki raised his hands in surrender, a rare sign of genuine alarm. "I come in peace."
Bella quickly reached over, placing a gentle hand on Sally's head. "Easy, sweetheart. He's not our enemy."
The child's glow dimmed, her energy subsiding. Bella stroked her hair soothingly. "Sally doesn't like dark auras," she explained quietly. "And Loki's… aura is very dark."
The meaning was clear: Behave yourself, Trickster.
To his credit, Loki only smiled, bowing his head slightly. "A fair observation. I suppose a little darkness lingers, even after redemption."
Bella arched an eyebrow. "Redemption, hm? I'll believe that when Thor stops smashing walls."
That earned her a chuckle.
---
Loki's playful mask softened. "I came to thank you, Bella. You did what even the mightiest of us could not—ending him."
Bella didn't correct him. It wasn't certain that Thanos was truly dead—but she wasn't about to open that discussion.
Instead, she asked quietly, "You didn't travel across galaxies just to say thank you."
"Of course not." Loki's gaze flicked toward Angie, who watched the exchange like a stunned spectator in a superhero movie. He smirked and tapped his cane against the floor. "Asgard has problems of its own. I thought you should be informed."
Bella's expression hardened. "Problems?"
"The Dark Elves have resurfaced," Loki said, the humor fading from his tone. "After centuries in hiding."
"Dark Elves…" Bella murmured. The name was unfamiliar. "Another Asgardian enemy?"
"In a way." Loki leaned back, voice dropping into the rhythm of an old myth. "The Dark Elves were once rulers of shadows, wielding the Aether—the Reality Stone itself. They sought to plunge the Nine Realms into eternal darkness. Asgard destroyed them… or so we thought."
Angie swallowed hard. "You mean they're back? Like, space-zombies back?"
Loki's lips twitched. "Not quite. But their hatred for Asgard runs deep. Their reappearance will draw attention—dangerous attention."
Bella crossed her arms. "And you're telling me this because…?"
"Because Earth may be caught in the crossfire," Loki said simply. "And because I respect your position as its unofficial… executioner."
Angie whispered, "That's not creepy at all."
---
For a long moment, the room was silent except for the quiet hum of Celia's processors. Bella studied Loki, searching for the usual signs of deceit. But this time, his expression carried no mockery—only a shadow of concern.
He continued softly, "My father—Odin—believes another threat stirs beyond Asgard's borders. The Hell Dimension is shifting. Dormammu's influence grows. Perhaps it is coincidence. Perhaps not. Either way, Earth may soon feel the ripples."
The name made Bella's eyes sharpen. "Dormammu."
Loki nodded. "The same dark lord who once tried to devour your realm. His dimension bleeds closer to this one. I thought it wise to warn you… and perhaps to suggest you stay alert."
Angie blinked. "Okay, hold on. Hell dimension? Dorma-who? Can someone translate for the non-space-wizard?"
Bella gave her a reassuring smile. "Dormammu is a cosmic entity—a being of chaos and darkness. If his realm leaks into ours, it could swallow entire worlds."
Angie went pale. "Right. Totally normal breakfast conversation."
Loki rose smoothly, retrieving his cane. "I will handle Asgard's matters. But should the darkness reach Earth…" His eyes flicked toward Bella, a glimmer of trust hiding behind the mischief. "I expect you'll handle yours."
Bella nodded once. "I will."
Satisfied, Loki inclined his head, the faintest trace of respect passing between them. Then, with a flicker of green light, he vanished, leaving only the faint scent of magic and ozone behind.
---
Angie exhaled loudly. "Okay, did a literal god just teleport out of your living room?"
Bella leaned back on the sofa, rubbing her temple. "Yes. And that's the calmest visit I've ever had from him."
Little Sally yawned in Angie's arms. "He still smells bad."
Bella smiled faintly. "You're not wrong, sweetheart."
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