Marvel: The Psychologist Who Stole Wanda and Gwen's Hearts!

And just like that, the famed Destroyer Armor—coveted across all Nine Realms—was effortlessly taken by Lorien.

He looked at the armor in his palm, now shrunk down to the size of a figurine.

A thought crossed his mind.

The armor shifted into a female version.

Another thought, and it became a curvy, form-fitting design—front jutting, back arched—much like the armor worn by the female angels of the Angel Civilization in Super Seminary.

Silver and gold... far better looking than the original silver and black.

Once satisfied with the changes, Lorien was about to put the armor away when—

Snap~

Hela grabbed his other hand with both of hers, staring up at him with pleading eyes.

Her gaze flicked from the armor to Lorien, then back to the armor.

Honestly, Lorien thought she looked just like those greedy golden retrievers online—eyes locked on their owner’s food, silently begging.

"You want it?" Lorien asked.

"Mm! Mm! Mm!"

Hela nodded frantically.

This was the Destroyer Armor!

An Elder God-level being could wear it and fight a Sky Father-level powerhouse!

If this wasn’t a divine artifact, what was?

Just moments ago, she’d been chasing it relentlessly—

And now Lorien had taken it down in a single move?

What was going on?

Right then, Hela realized—Lorien’s strength was at least on par with her father Odin... and probably even greater.

How could she not cling to him?

I’m latching on I’m latching on I’m latching on~

But faced with her eager expression—

"No."

Lorien closed his hand, sending the armor straight into his system.

As a wise man once said:

"Money is for women to see, not for them to spend."

So... give Hela a gift?

No, no, no.

Keep dreaming.

When Hela saw him put the armor away, she panicked.

"The armor! Lorien, it would really help me a lot! Please..."

Even as she spoke, she didn’t know why her voice had slipped into a pleading tone. She hadn’t acted like this in thousands of years.

But somehow, in front of Lorien... it felt natural.

He waved her hands off.

"Forget it. I didn’t give it to Wanda or Gwen, so why should I give it to you? You think you’re worthy?"

Hela’s expression froze.

Come to think of it... he wasn’t wrong.

Even if there were two sets of Destroyer Armor, it still wouldn’t be her turn.

This...

She thought for a moment, then an idea sparked.

Clinging to his arm the way Wanda and Gwen did, she said,

"Then if I’m like them, does that mean I have a chance? Like—Wanda wears it for a month, then Gwen for a month, and then I borrow it for a month? How about it?"

Lorien: ...

What, did she think this was a rental service?

Three women sharing one set of armor, taking turns?

If that ever got out, his reputation would be ruined!

"You’re dreaming. Go entertain yourself."

He pried her hand off again—

Only for her to grab onto him once more, this time sounding desperate.

"My divine power is fading! And I can’t restore it! If this keeps up, I’ll turn into a loli! But the real problem is—if Odin finds out my current state, he’ll come down here and kill me!"

Odin was nowhere near as merciful as people thought.

He’d kill his own daughter without hesitation.

As long as Thor could take the throne, losing a daughter was a bonus.

Especially one who wanted to steal it from him.

In that case, she was even more of a threat.

Lorien had to admit, she wasn’t lying.

If Odin learned the truth, he’d swoop down and skewer her with a lightning spear without a second thought.

Thinking it over...

Lorien smiled at her.

"Hela, you don’t want Odin to know about your current state, right?"

Hela: "Huh?"

...

An hour later, on the streets of New York.

Lorien strolled along with a cup of milk tea in one hand, the other tucked in his pocket, while a green-haired loli walked beside him. He looked perfectly content—unlike the little one next to him, who was sniffling and whining the whole way.

"Wuuuu~!"

"Bad guy! Pervert~!"

"Lorien, I hate you~!"

Her constant wailing didn’t bother Lorien at all. After all, they had made a "deal."

He wouldn’t tell Odin about her current condition, and he’d even use the Phoenix Force to conceal her presence. But in exchange, Hela had to stay in loli form.

And as long as she remained under his protection for even a single day, that appearance would be permanent.

Lorien had also noticed something else—her intelligence hadn’t dropped, but her EQ and personality had completely shifted.

The old Hela was pure bloodlust.

Now? She was more like Annie from League of Legends.

"Annoy me again and I’ll hit you!"

There were other changes too. Her hair color, for one. It used to be dark green—now it was a lighter shade. Did hair color really change with age in this form?

Lorien glanced her up and down again.

In loli form, she was just under one and a half meters tall. Her chest was small, legs slim but straight, face still youthful but carrying that sharp, knowing glint.

How to put it... she was maxing out the XP bar.

"What are you looking at?" Hela caught his gaze, scrunching her nose and glaring. "Bad man! I thought you’d help me, but instead you use the information I told you to threaten me! You ungrateful man!"

"Hmph!"

Her pouty, furious expression only made Lorien want to laugh. She was just too amusing like this.

He reached out to ruffle her hair.

"Don’t frame me. When did you ever do anything for me? Besides, the Destroyer Armor nearly killed you—who saved you? Strictly speaking, you’re repaying me. And I’m being magnanimous enough to shelter you. So you should be thanking me, Hela."

Reasoning with me? You’re still too green, Hela.

Lorien smiled. She was just too much fun.

Wanda = mature woman. Gwen = youthful girl. Hela = loli.

Perfect set.

Now he could play cards.

And when everyone was together... a long, thrilling night awaited.

"Hmph! I hate you!"

Unable to out-argue him, Hela turned away and focused on the ice cream he’d bought her.

Still, deep down, she knew she was lucky.

If Lorien hadn’t helped, she’d already be dead if Odin came for her. But staying under Lorien’s protection meant safety.

And in this loli form, if anyone dared make a move on her, Lorien could crush them without a thought.

Her divine power might take who knows how long to return—but at least she wouldn’t die.

That was good enough.

...

Lorien took his green-haired little Hela from shop to shop, treating her almost like a kid.

They chatted as they walked.

"Wanda said you went to Germany with them. What happened to the others?"

"The moment I got there, the Destroyer Armor started chasing me! By the time I finished fighting, you guys were long gone! It chased me all the way from there to New York!"

"I see... that’s rough."

"Right? So can you give me the Destroyer Armor to vent my anger?"

"In your dreams."

"Big meanie!"

They wandered, ate all kinds of good food, played whatever caught their interest... until another two hours had passed.

Lorien checked the time. Almost noon.

He took Hela grocery shopping, and after that, straight home.

"Drip, clack—"

When Lorien opened the door, Hela immediately hid her face behind his waist.

"Lorien! You’re back!"

Wanda came running over happily, but then her eyes landed on the green-haired little girl peeking out from behind him.

"Lorien, this is...?"

"You’ve met her." Lorien pulled Hela forward. "She went with you to Germany yesterday—Hela."

"Huh?" Wanda froze. She gestured with her hands.

"But yesterday Hela was in leather pants and a jacket, and this tall. How is she...?"

Before she could finish, Hela tried to tattle.

"It’s all—!"

"Hm?" Lorien let out a short hum, then casually glanced at the vegetable basket.

"Did we forget to buy something?"

"Let me check." Wanda stepped forward to look.

Hela: ...

The little loli pouted.

Fine, don’t let me talk. No need to be so fierce about it.

"Nope, nothing missing. Come on, let’s make lunch."

After confirming the groceries were all there, Lorien and Wanda led Hela inside.

She was about to walk in wearing the new boots Lorien had bought her when—

"Hold it."

He tugged her back by the hair and pointed at the slippers.

"Shoes off first."

"Che~"

She pouted but obediently slipped off her boots, revealing delicate little feet with faint blue veins. Then she stepped into a pair of slippers several sizes too big and shuffled into the house.

"Clack... clack..."

The heels slapped against the floor with each step. Lorien glanced over, snapped his fingers, and the slippers shrank until they fit her perfectly.

"From now on, those are yours, Hela."

She looked down at the pink slippers, smirked, and turned her head.

"Who wants them? Hmph~!"

Lorien carried the groceries into the kitchen, Wanda following to help. Once the door closed, she chuckled.

"Hela’s so funny now that she’s small—it’s adorable. She acts tough, but still does what she’s told. Too cute."

Her maternal side was practically overflowing. Seeing Hela like this truly moved her.

So tiny. So cute.

She had to admit, the Asgard royal bloodline had good genes. Thor was handsome, Frigga had been the Nine Realms’ greatest beauty, and now Hela—transformed into a loli—was exquisitely delicate.

Like a perfect little princess.

Wanda adored her.

Lorien, however, reminded her, "Her personality and emotional side might be childlike now, but her IQ hasn’t changed. Don’t try to mess with her."

"Why would I mess with her?" Wanda rolled her eyes, then started washing vegetables. "I just think... having a little girl like Hela around feels nice."

She stole a quick glance at him. Lorien could tell she was hinting that maybe, someday, they could have a daughter of their own.

He smirked. "What, thinking about adopting Hela?"

Smack!

He immediately got a playful punch from her.

"Alright, alright, I get it." He caught her hand. "When you’re ready, and I’m ready, we can have a daughter."

"Mhm~!"

She happily hugged him, pressing her lips to his before they went back to cooking.

Meanwhile, Hela was sprawled on the sofa watching TV, lips curling in a pout.

She knew exactly what was going on in the kitchen.

Even with most of her divine power gone, she was still among the top-tier fighters on Earth—albeit on the weaker end of Elder God–level.

So she just gave a little "hmph~!" and kept watching TV. Whatever they were doing wasn’t her problem.

...

Half an hour later, Hela’s nose twitched.

Sniff... sniff...

The aroma of freshly cooked food hit her, and she shot upright, practically teleporting to the kitchen door.

She stared eagerly as Lorien and Wanda emerged carrying plates of food.

"Oooh~"

Her eyes lit up. "What is this? Why have I never smelled something this good in all of Asgard?"

Lorien set the dishes down, got out the bowls and chopsticks, and couldn’t help but grin.

"You Asgardians don’t know a thing about good food."

Hela thought about snapping back, but couldn’t find a single reason to argue.

So she just sat down and started eating.

A moment later, she and Wanda took their first bites.

"Mmm~~~" they both let out in unison.

Finally, Hela gave a reluctant nod.

"Asgardians don’t know a thing about good food!"

Wanda tapped her lightly on the head.

"Children shouldn’t use bad language."

"I’m not a child!" Hela shot her a look, then glared at Lorien, who was calmly eating.

Lorien glanced up at her once, and she immediately wilted.

"Fine... whatever makes you happy."

When you’re under someone else’s roof, you bow your head—even a god like Hela had to behave herself in Lorien’s home.

...

Once the meal was over and everyone leaned back in their chairs chatting, Lorien glanced at the table, then at Hela.

"Hela, you’re washing these plates."

"What!?" Her eyes went wide. "Why should I? I’ve never washed dishes in Asgard!"

"But you’re in my house now." Lorien snapped his fingers. "You didn’t lift a finger to help, and you still don’t want to wash dishes? Keep dreaming."

"Aah..." Her face twisted into a pitiful expression.

Wanda couldn’t stand seeing her look so dejected. She reached over, patted Hela’s head, and stood up.

"Come on, Hela. I’ll wash them with you."

Knowing someone would be doing it alongside her, Hela was willing to accept. She hopped up and followed Wanda to the kitchen.

Watching the two—one tall, one small—coming and going from the kitchen, Lorien nodded in satisfaction.

He wasn’t raising a pampered princess here. Everyone pulled their weight. And they’d do it properly.

...

Meanwhile, in Asgard.

Inside the great temple, Odin’s furious roar echoed.

"Phoenix Force! Phoenix Force!"

"How dare you lay hands on my armor!"

"And Hela! Wherever you are, this time I will see you dead!"

The disappearance of his most powerful armor had left Odin’s face flushed with rage.

It was no wonder. The Destroyer Armor meant everything to him.

Wearing it boosted his power by at least thirty percent.

It was with this very armor—combined with borrowed strength—that he had once driven back the Celestials.

And now it was gone. The loss stabbed so deeply it left him breathless.

"Heimdall!"

At Odin’s call, Heimdall entered with head bowed.

"Keep watch on Midgard!" Odin barked.

"The moment you detect any sign of the Phoenix Force or Hela, inform me immediately!"

"I will personally descend and deliver them to death!"

...

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