[SL-Marvel] Ch: 4 [Sif's rage]

Jason sat at his desk, carefully going through the stack of files he needed to sign. The day's events weighed heavily on his mind, but he found solace in the familiar routine of work. He appreciated the distraction, but every now and then, his thoughts drifted back to Linda and Emma, now settling into their rooms.

Finally, with a relieved sigh, he placed the last signed document on the stack and leaned back in his chair. He rubbed his eyes, feeling the exhaustion of the day creeping in. "Haaa... Dang! Already 2 AM!" Rising up, he tidied the desk, returning the files and papers to their place, and prepared to go to bed. He stretched his arms and a large yawn escaped. He took a moment to calm his tired body, then approached the computer and turned it off, along with the lamps.

He checked his phone, verifying that no important emails had come in, and walked out of the study into the large hallway, turning out the lights. He went to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, taking a sip to quench his thirst. He started back up the stairs toward his bedroom, and paused, glancing down the hall. The door to Linda's room was slightly open and he could hear the muffled sound of cries.

'Haa... She must be thinking of dad.' Jason stepped forward toward her door. He slowly peeked inside.

Inside the room, Linda was sitting on the bed, hugging a pillow and crying softly. The only source of illumination was moonlight coming through the windows and the dim night lamp.

'Can't blame her. Dad's death is recent. Still fresh.' He was about to turn back, to give his stepmother privacy, but stopped with a sigh.

Jason has never comforted anyone in his life and isn't good at dealing with emotions and sentiments. But he does know the pain of losing someone. When his mother died, it was unbearable, an emotional burden that weighed heavy on his heart. That loneliness... That feeling of emptiness... He still remembers how he occasionally called out to her by instinct, how he cried and cried, but there was nobody. No matter what he did, no matter where he went... There was nothing but the cold reality that his mother would never be there again.

Is this how his stepmother is feeling right now?

Jason hesitated for a moment, considering leaving. Then, something deep inside him urged him to go into that room. As if there's an unknown connection between them. He could feel her pain. He took another step, his emotions urging him forward. Slowly, he reached her room. Then he gently pushed the door open and walked over to the bed. Linda looked up hearing the sound of the door opening. Her vision was blurry through the tears and her sobs muffled the sound of footsteps.

She wiped the tears with her hands and spoke softly. "Oh, Jason?!" She rubbed her arms in embarrassment, averting her gaze from Jason.

'Dammit! She will be offended and hurt if I say I was passing through! She'll think that I was a little too curious or worse...'

"Hey," he muttered quietly as he knelt down beside the bed. Jason reached out tentatively and rested his hand on her shoulder, giving a light squeeze. Linda gasped in surprise at the contact but did not pull away.

She wiped her eyes again and managed a small, trembling smile. "I'm sorry, Jason. I didn't mean for you to see me like this."

Jason shook his head, his expression gentle. He could smell alcohol from her. His eyes went toward the desk beside the bed and saw an empty glass and a bottle of whisky that she took from the minibar. "It's alright. There's no need to apologize. I understand."

She looked at him, her eyes searching his for sincerity. "Do you? Really?"

He nodded. "I do. When my mom passed away, it felt like my whole world collapsed. It's okay to grieve. It's a part of the healing process."

Linda's eyes filled with fresh tears, but this time there was a hint of gratitude in them. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. "Thank you, Jason. It means a lot to hear that."

Jason sat on the edge of the bed, still holding her shoulder. "Would you like to talk about it? About Dad?"

She hesitated, then nodded slowly. "I would. It's just... it's been so hard. Charles was everything to me. Losing him... it's like losing a part of myself."

He listened as a weird emotion emerged in his heart. When was the last time he felt his way? He couldn't remember. "I know it's hard. But remember, you're not alone. Emma and I are here for you."

She met his gaze, her lips trembling. "It's not just me. Emma feels it, too. Charles was like a father figure to her. They used to do everything together. She's really hurting, too."

He tightened his grip, trying to comfort her. "I know. She laughs and acts like a happy teenager, but I know the truth. She's strong. And so are you. You both will get through this. Just take it one day at a time. Let yourself grieve. Allow yourself to heal."

She nodded, tears running freely down her cheeks.

"Come here..." Jason slowly pulled her into his arms, hugging her.

He embraced her, and they remained that way for several minutes. Linda sobbed quietly against his chest, finally able to let out the pent-up emotions. The embrace of her stepson felt different, unique. She sniffed.

Jason looked down and pulled her away gently, so their eyes met. "Everything will be fine. It's okay. It will get better with time," he murmured, staring into her wet eyes, his voice soft. She gave him a small smile and sniffled.

He brushed aside her wet cheek hair. She closed her eyes, her breath warm against his palm. Then she opened her eyes, "Thank you, Jason. It means more than you know."

"Anytime. I'm here if you need me." He stood up with an awkward expression. 'Ah! Why did I do that?'

"Can you stay with me tonight? I don't want to be alone," Linda whispered, her gaze intense.

Jason felt his throat dry and coughed. "Uh! Sure. I mean, of course."

'Stay the night? Wouldn't that be inappropriate?' He pondered whether it was appropriate or not.

'Dad just died. She's in a very vulnerable state and drunk on top of it. Is she capable of deciding what she wants? Am I taking advantage of the situation?' He glanced at the nightstand and the half-empty bottle of alcohol. It could just be the liquor talking. But shaking off his thoughts he agreed.

Jason lay beside Linda while Linda placed her head on his arm and hugged him tightly. He was too nervous to sleep at first. After a while, Linda began breathing heavily. The feel of her soft body pressed up against his caused his heart to quicken its beat, and his manhood began to stir. Her big boobs were touching his side chest and her leg was on his crotch. He tried not to think about it, but it was nearly impossible.

He lay there with eyes wide open as Linda slept soundly.

...

[Meanwhile... Asgard]

Heimdall, the Guardian, was the watcher of Asgard and guardian of the nine realms, peering beyond the limits of space and time into the worlds beyond Asgard's influence, keeping watch, as he had done since the beginning of creation. On a wide platform suspended hundreds of feet above the ocean waters, overlooking the vast city of Asgard, Heimdall stood guard. At his side was a sword, embedded halfway into the stone beneath, which he would use when the Bifrost was activated.

For the last 8 years, he had been searching for a certain someone who came to this reality like a foreigner from another reality. That man destroyed The Destroyer, after that defeated Loki and banished him to the underworld, then stopped the invasion of the Frost Giants, he even defeated Thor in a friendly spar and fought alongside the Asgardians on various occasions for years.

However, as good of a warrior as he was, he was also a problem creator, not as bad as Loki, butit's just that the problems he created... No one can solve them. During these eight years, although there was peace like never before, Heimdall had to keep an eye on his back because Lady Death often tried to get him killed for unknown reasons. And the last person to meet her was that one guy.

That's not all, Lady Sif fell for that man during his stay. However, he even pranked her badly for an unknown reason, but she brushed them all off and prepared to propose to him. Sif fell for a man for the first time in her life, sadly he was a mortal and he always tried to run away from her, but she didn't care and was even ready to sacrifice her power to live with him on Earth. But the day she went to propose to him, he disappeared from that reality...

Lady Sif was so heartbroken that she retired into isolation and requested Heimdall to search for him. Later she heard that she wasn't the only one who fell for that man. On Earth, he fooled multiple women and left them equally heartbroken. Sif was so angry that she went on a rampage.

"How dare he flirt with those ugly women when he refused my love. Was I not beautiful enough for him? How dare he treat my love as a joke! I'll kill you! YOU HERE ME! IF YOU WON'T BECOME MY MAN, I WON'T ALLOW YOU TO BECOME ANYONE ELSE'S MAN!!! I WILL KILL YOU, YOU INGRATE FOOL!!!" Sif cursed him. She has been missing since.

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[Back to Jason's reality]

Jason felt a chill down his spine, goosebumps covering his skin, as an unsettling premonition washed over him, and then shook his head to dismiss them.

'What the fuck was that?! Dang! I wonder who is cursing me? What have I ever done?' His left eye twitched a few times as he remembered his past that he kept buried in his heart.

At some point, he fell asleep...