bioinnovel Chapter 439 [Two Chapters Combined] Loki's Suicide Attempt
Chapter 439 [Two Chapters Combined] Loki's Suicide Attempt
"Let me introduce you to each other. This is Ms. Heller, and these two are... Mr. Donald [Thor] and Mr. Storm [Loki]. They are... um... our company's newly hired overseas technical consultants. They're here temporarily to help us with some tricky business, so before the problems are resolved, my boss asked me to help them find a place to stay near the company."
Meanwhile, this unexpected meeting also caught Sheriff Blake somewhat off guard.
After all, in order to avoid exposing the existence of District 13 and getting Ms. Heller, who is an "ordinary person," involved in a crisis that she shouldn't have to bear, Sheriff Black has always presented Ms. Heller with the image of a conscientious "ordinary office worker."
However, judging from the upper-class demeanor displayed by Thor and Loki, they are clearly people that ordinary office workers cannot access. This is enough to cause a fatal flaw in the false identity that Sheriff Black has maintained.
Fortunately, Sheriff Black reacted quickly. After only a brief moment of contemplation, he devised a new identity for Thor and Loki that sounded plausible.
"Oh, I see... Hello, new neighbors, welcome!"
Ms. Heller suppressed her unease and nodded politely in acknowledgment.
As for Sheriff Black's supposedly perfect explanation...
Just like Ms. Heller didn't care whether he was an ordinary office worker or not.
Ms. Heller valued Blake as an honest man, not the mysterious forces that might be behind him.
As long as Sheriff Blake doesn't bring other women along and play the role of keeping a mistress, Ms. Heller can pretend not to know, turn a blind eye, and play along with Sheriff Blake's "role-playing" game.
"Thank you, beautiful lady. I hope we can get along well."
"Thank you for your welcome, dear neighbor. I hope we can get along well during this time."
Loki quickly accepted the "new setting" assigned to him by Sheriff Black. With a gentlemanly bow, he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, displaying his signature smile that could charm anyone.
In contrast to the serious Loki, Thor seemed somewhat distracted at this moment.
His gaze lingered on Heller's face for a moment longer.
A faint, almost hallucinatory sense of familiarity brushed against my heart like a feather.
It wasn't a familiarity of appearance, but something deeper, more ethereal...
It was as if some long-buried special feeling deep within my bloodline had been gently touched.
The feeling was so subtle that Thor, who was not good at thinking, quickly attributed the strange feeling to the tension of worrying that Riley would become an enemy after confirming that he had never seen this Ms. Heller before.
"I hope so... Please take good care of this big, goofy guy!"
Fortunately, Ms. Heller had no intention of continuing the conversation with the two men. A deep-seated, inexplicable aversion to them made her want to end this somewhat awkward small talk as soon as possible.
Then, Ms. Heller turned to look at the sheriff, her smile now carrying a clearer expectation.
"Blake, I'm about to prepare dinner. If you haven't eaten yet, why don't you... come and join us?"
"Ah, this..."
"You skipped our planned lunch, and we couldn't even get through to you on the phone. But now it seems like you, the busy person, finally have some free time. There's no reason for you to refuse to have dinner with me, right?"
"Hiss... But I might need to..."
"It's settled then. You wash the vegetables first, then I'll go buy some other things. See you later~"
Sheriff Blake was taken aback by the sudden invitation and was momentarily speechless.
It's not that Sheriff Black intentionally stood Ms. Heller up...
Instead, Sheriff Black was carrying gifts to the appointment when, just as he reached the apartment building, the Sandman assassinated the Parkers, forcing him to turn back and deal with this troublesome matter first.
Therefore, faced with the expectant gaze of the person in front of him, Chief Black, who knew he was in the wrong and was an honest man with zero experience in love, stammered for a long time but still couldn't come up with a reasonable excuse to respond to the person's initiative.
Having spent some time with Sheriff Blake and gained a basic understanding of his honest character, Ms. Heller had no intention of giving him any chance to refuse. With a cheerful smile, she shoved the bag she was carrying into Blake's arms without a word.
The entire movement was fluid and natural, like the daily interactions between an old married couple.
Then, Ms. Heller blew a kiss to Sheriff Black, turned around deftly, nodded to the three men, and walked back towards the outside of the building.
Compared to when she arrived, Ms. Heller's steps were noticeably lighter, and she was humming an unnamed tune as she began to plan tonight's menu.
"Uh...sorry for the commotion...I'll put these things in first, and you can look around the room yourselves. If you're not satisfied, I can find you another place to stay?"
Sheriff Black, holding the bag of groceries, glanced somewhat awkwardly at the Asgardian prince beside him.
After receiving their nods of agreement, he rummaged in his pocket and easily retrieved the key to Ms. Heller's room. Then, carrying the groceries, he opened the door and went inside.
And if Loki isn't mistaken...
A room for a woman living alone...
On Ms. Heller's shoe rack, there appeared to be a pair of men's slippers and several pairs of leather shoes that clearly belonged to men.
Even the coat rack in the living room had a coat that was exactly the same style as the one Sheriff Blake was wearing.
That's why Loki's gaze suddenly became playful.
Then he raised his hand and gently nudged Thor with his elbow. Even though Ms. Heller's figure had disappeared around the corner, Thor was still gazing in that direction, slightly lost in thought. A mischievous smile curled at the corner of his mouth as he deliberately lowered his voice and teased her with a straight face.
"Hey, you're engrossed in watching, my dear brother? I never expected you to like this... strong yet domestic type? Do I need to remind you, that Midgard woman clearly likes this sheriff. Making a move on her might easily provoke Riley's protective revenge, right? Or have you forgotten that to prevent Amora from harming Dr. Jane Foster, you just sent her to Asgard as a guest, waiting for you to return and pick her up? Or perhaps... your journey to Midgard always seems to inspire new... interests of yours? Like, a fondness for 'flowers already possessed' or something~"
Thor snapped back to reality, his face twitching inexplicably at his brother's teasing. He muttered a retort, "Don't talk nonsense, Loki! I just think... she's a little... a little..."
Unfortunately, Thor, who was not good with words and was used to "convincing people with reason," couldn't find the right words to describe his complicated emotions at this moment. He could only roll his eyes at Loki and emphasize it irritably.
"Never mind, it must be your imagination... I only have eyes for Jane, you know that, so don't joke like that."
"Oh? An illusion?" Loki raised an eyebrow, grinning like a cat that had just stolen a fish. "The way you were staring at that person's back just now didn't seem like a complete illusion. And according to Midgard, as long as you haven't gotten that... marriage certificate, it's not considered a violation of the laws here, right? Should I go and ask for their contact information? By the way, I've recently been doing some research on Midgard's dating customs..."
"Loki!" Thor's voice rose eight octaves, prompting Sheriff Black, who was already wearing an apron and holding a half-broccoli, to lean out of the room and look at the two curiously.
"Okay, okay, I was just kidding."
Loki, seeing that he had won, raised his hands in surrender, but the mockery in his eyes remained undiminished. Just as Thor relaxed somewhat, Loki couldn't resist continuing his reckless teasing.
"It seems our Lord Thor is still touchingly innocent when it comes to love and intuition! We should really use that Midgard gadget to record what you just said, so Jane... Okay, okay, I won't say it anymore! Thor! I was wrong! Bro! Put your hammer down!"
"……snort!"
"Ahem... Let's go, esteemed 'Technical Advisor,' our new 'nest' is waiting."
Seeing Thor put down the cane that had been transformed from Mjolnir, Loki finally breathed a sigh of relief. He then leisurely opened the apartment door with the key given to him by Sheriff Black, and went inside first, his eyes scanning the room quickly like a sophisticated scanner.
Clearly, after getting used to the magnificent palaces of Asgard, this simple, almost austere living style was quite a novelty for Loki.
In fact, if it weren't for the psychological trauma he developed with Riley...
Loki has seen his older brother frequently visit Earth, and with his curiosity gradually piqued, he's probably already disguised himself and come to Earth to experience life.
Although it was to resolve a crisis, from another perspective, it can be considered as a wish being fulfilled, making Loki feel very satisfied.
He walked briskly to the window, gazing at the city lights gradually coming on outside. But through the reflection in the glass, he subtly noticed his brother's figure, the mischievous smile still lingering on his lips.
Thor followed him in and closed the door behind him.
He stood in the center of the living room and casually hung his cane—or rather, Thor's hammer—on the shelf by the entrance.
Incidentally, according to official specifications, Thor's hammer weighs only 42.3 pounds (approximately 19.19 kilograms).
Although those who do not meet the requirements will feel as heavy as a mountain when they try to lift Thor's hammer, unable to budge it in the slightest.
However, for those who meet the criteria [such as Captain America, who seems unable to lift it but has secretly practiced and prepared a set of smooth combos], or those deemed by Thor's hammer to be inanimate objects without life [such as Vision], they will only bear the weight of Thor's hammer itself.
That's why Thor dared to so casually hang Mjolnir on the shelf without worrying that if he let go, it would suddenly fall and destroy the apartment building.
Even after entering the room, Thor still had a furrowed brow, looking preoccupied.
Aside from the worry that Amora, whose whereabouts are unknown, is up to some new conspiracy to tarnish Asgard's image...
What Thor cared about most was the inexplicable sense of familiarity that arose when he saw Ms. Heller.
"I said, how's the inspection of the 'nest' going, my dear brother?"
Loki turned around, leaned against the windowsill, crossed his arms, and watched Thor's pensive expression with a leisurely air.
"I told you you liked that lady, but you wouldn't admit it... Look at you now, you're clearly still savoring that 'special' glance from earlier! Be honest, brother, I can use my extensive experience at parties and my knowledge of the social etiquette of all races in the Nine Realms to analyze for you how you should act next time you meet her to make it easier to win her favor. Of course, considering that lady's obvious assertion of ownership and Riley's protective nature... until that sheriff clearly states that they are just ordinary friends, I suggest that no matter how much you like that lady, you should maintain a safe distance of at least three meters."
However, what Loki didn't notice was...
Just as he was jokingly trying to matchmake Thor and Heller...
Several dazzling streaks of lightning suddenly flashed across the sky above New York City.
It's as if a father who has been secretly observing Loki has been driven to his breaking point by Loki's reckless behavior and is now itching to give his "good son" a good beating!
Thor was pulled back from his thoughts and glared at his brother, annoyed. "Loki, I told you it was just an illusion! Jane is all I care about."
He paused, and after much deliberation, finally found a suitable description and explained it to Loki.
"I just feel...that woman is a bit strange. It's like she's very close to us, like a long-lost family member, but I just can't remember who she is."
"Family? Come on, including my adopted brother, there are only four people in our family, aren't there?"
Upon hearing Thor's reply, Loki briefly suppressed his joking thoughts.
But soon, just like Thor, Loki realized that there was no such person in the family, nor any long-lost relatives. He quickly walked over to Thor and pretended to look him up and down.
"If you ask me, it's just because you glanced at him a couple of times and tried to strike up a conversation. But he completely ignored your... well, 'technical consultant' handsome appearance, and instead showed us undisguised disgust, so he felt a serious sense of defeat? Oh, that's quite possible, it really hurt the little heart of that arrogant maniac who used to boast every day that he was the dream lover of all the girls in the Nine Realms~"
"Admit it, brother, you just can't stand being ignored, especially by a woman from Midgard. That's why your competitive spirit is ignited, and you want to make her your woman~"
Yes, after Loki said those words.
The lightning outside the window seemed to be flashing more and more frequently, accompanied by bursts of thunder.
This made Loki turn around and look curiously out the window.
Hmm, is it that he knows too little about the Central Courtyard?
I didn't see any dark clouds in the sky on my way to the apartment.
Why did the weather in the courtyard suddenly change so drastically?
Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.
Asgard, an old man with his hair standing on end, consumed by impotent rage.
"Letting your brother pursue your own sister? Loki! You're really being incredibly filial—!!!!!"
"When you come back, I'm going to hang you up and whip you a thousand times... no, ten thousand times—!!!!"
Standing next to him, the noblewoman, her face full of helplessness, sighed and muttered under her breath.
"More than that, shouldn't you be curious about how that child broke free of the seal and escaped, and whether he holds a grudge against you and seeks revenge?"
"Sigh, none of the three of them, father and sons, are reliable. No wonder Amora has been gone for so long without being discovered..."