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King by Lauren Aquilina

Summary: After Thor appointed Valkyrie as the new King of New Asgard, she feels lost on what to do. When her feelings and thoughts are all over the place she turns to you, her light, to help her find her way again. 

Warnings: fluff, angst, self-doubt, nothing really bad

Word Count: 2.9k

Her head was spinning as she descended the hill into New Asgard. The town was buzzing with her. The warrior smiled and waved to the people that waved back. She needed to figure out what the hell she was going to do. She was a fighter, a warrior, not a King. With a sigh, she opened the door to the after school building. You were walking around the tables and cleaning up the left out art supplies. Valkyrie smiled at the sight as she closed the door. 

You moved to New Asgard 4 years ago. You were trying to rediscover yourself in a new world where half of the population was gone. Before Thanos snapped her fingers, you were a teacher and those skills were needed in this town that was trying to rebuild. The warrior found your presence to be calming. You always called yourself a simple human but she saw you as so much more. “You know starring is considered rude in most cultures.” You said with a teasing smile on your face. Valkyrie rolled her eyes and pushed herself off the door, closing the distance between you and her. 

“I can’t help it,” she said. “Especially when I’m in the presence of a goddess.” You hit her chest with a stack of paper. 

“You are ridiculous.” You said, putting the scrap paper and art supplies in their correct spot. 

“That was a good one.” Valkyrie pouted. “I have to up my flirting game so everyone knows you're mine.” She followed you to your desk and before you could sit down she wrapped her arms around your waist. You leaned back into her embrace. 

“I’m pretty sure the rock you put on my finger will keep the vultures away, my love.” She smiled, kissing your shoulder and playing with the ring on your finger. “Where is Thor?” You said. The warrior sighed, remembering the conversation she had with her friend. 

‘You know, I’d make a lot of changes around here.’ she joked. Thor took off his sunglasses and bowed his head slightly with a smile. ‘I’m counting on it, your majesty.’ 

You turned around to face her, sitting on the edge of your desk. “What’s wrong?” You asked. It was rather annoying how easily you could read her. 

“Can we get away just for a few hours?” She asked. You nodded, with a smile and kissed her lips softly. 

“Of course.” 

*

You met Valkyrie at the docks while you set up the small row boat. You went home to quickly change and pack a small bag filled with snacks and a blanket. Valkyrie held out her hand. “Welcome aboard, m’lady.” You took her hand and stepped down into the boat. 

“Thank you, captain.” You kissed her cheek as you sat down. She smiled and began to row the boat past the port of New Asgard towards a small island. It was by accident that you and Valkyrie found this place. Her and Thor got into a small argument regarding the future of New Asgard. She came to you in a fit of rage. You remembered when you were younger that your father took you out of the water whenever he and your mother got into a fight. The air on the water seemed to have a healing effect. So you rowed the boat as Valkyrie sat in her emotions until you found the island. From then on the island became a spot for you to escape, date nights to tell stories underneath the stars, and it was the spot Valkyrie proposed. “Land ho, captain.” You called out. She jumped out of the rowboat as it came in contact with land and pulled it out of the water. She smirked at you as she caught you checking out her muscles. You simply shrugged and got out of the boat, sling the bag over your shoulder. “Your hot babe, can’t blame me for looking.” Your wife laughed. It was a sound you loved especially when you knew something was bothering you. 

“You have such a way with words.” You smiled and went to your favorite spot on the island to lay out a blanket on the ground. It allowed you both to still see the buildings of New Asgard but feel far away from everything. You sat down and pulled out the snacks you brought; a bottle of wine, cheese, crackers, grapes, and strawberries plus two chocolate bars. Valkyrie sat down and opened the bottle of wine. “You are too good to me.” She said. You rolled your eyes. 

“Shut up,” you poured the wine into the glass and gave it to her. She took a long sip. “So, what happened?” You asked.

“Thor isn’t coming back to New Asgard. He’s joining the Guardians.” You almost choked on a strawberry at the news. You knew that the God struggled with his guilt for not being able to prevent the death of his brother, the destruction of his home, and not being able to spot Thanos the first time. 

“But isn’t he King? He has no heir, not that we know of,” you mumbled the last part which caused Valkyrie to smile. “Who is the new king?” You asked. Your wife’s smile became smaller as she stared out towards the water. 

“Me.” She looked at you but looked away rather quickly. You weren’t surprised that the God of Thunder named her the new king. In the 4 years you were at New Asgard, you watched Valkyrie look after its people. But in the brief glance she gave you, you saw doubt in your partner’s eyes. It was an emotion that you’ve never seen in her. “But I don’t know if I can do it,” she whispered. “Thor called me a leader but the last time I was a leader I led my sisters to their death.” She was referring to the battle against Hela. It still haunted and scared her. “I don’t know what to do.” You didn’t respond right away, you swirled the wine in your glass. 

“You do what you do best, Val, and fight to protect those you love.” You said. 

“Who am I fighting?” She asked. “We won.” You hummed agreeing with her, taking a sip of the wine before moving behind her. You pulled out a brush from your bag and began to brush her wavy hair. The tension melted from her shoulders. 

“You are fighting the monsters inside your head,” you answered, pushing her hair to the side and kissing the skin that was showing. “Count your blessings not your flaws. You’re too wrapped up in your self doubt. You’ve got that young blood set it free.” You sighed, resting your head on her shoulder. “For the past 4 years, I’ve seen you lead these people without the title of king. You gave them hope and provided them light in their darkest time.” You kissed the side of her head and forced her to look at you. “You’re in control so get rid of all the monsters inside your head and put all your faults to bed. You can be king.” Your wife moved her hand to the back of your head and weaved her fingers through your hair. She kissed you slowly. You would never get tired of kissing her. She poured all of her emotions and feelings into a kiss when words were lost to her. She ended the kiss, keeping your foreheads touching. “I love you, my king.” You whispered. She chuckled. 

“My queen,” you smirked. “My beautiful and smart queen. I’d be lost without you.” 

“Queen,” you mumbled against your lover’s lips. “I like that title.” She rolled your eyes. 

“Take it down a notch or your ego won’t fit into the school building.” She joked. You pushed her on her chest and she fell to her side bringing you down with her. You laughed, shaking your head. “Was that an attempted assassination attempt on the newly appointed King of Asgard? The punishment is the most severe.” You tried to hide the smile on your face. 

“Please have mercy on me, your highness,” you said, burying your face in her neck. “I will do anything.” 

“Anything? Mhmm.” She paused for dramatic effect. “I sentence you to be my wife for an eternity.” You pulled away and looked down at her. 

“Seriously.” She shrugged. 

“Like I said I have to up my flirting game. You are the queen.” You rolled your eyes. 

“You, my king, are a dork.” She laughed, taking your left hand in hers and kissed your wrist, your palm, and the ring she gave you. 

“Thank you,” you smiled, feeling yourself blush at her intense look. 

“Anytime.” 

*

It was the screams that woke you and Valkyrie up. She was the first out of bed, rushing to the window, and throwing the blinds back. Your dark room erupted into light from the flames outside. “I have to go,” she said suddenly, pulling on a pair of sleep shorts and a long sleeve shirt. You nodded. 

“I’m right behind you.” Your statement caused your wife to stop and look at you. 

“Absolutely not. I need you to stay here.” You looked at her in disbelief. You weren’t an Avenger level fighter but you’ve been training and you didn’t have to fight you could help get people to safety.

“This is my home too, Val. I can help.” She ran her hands through her hair, pinching the bridge of her nose. 

“I need to know you are safe so I can focus on protecting everyone else,” you went to say something but she held up her hand. “I don’t have time for this. Stay here, that's an order from your king.” Your jaw clenched.

“Yes, your majesty.” Valkyrie sighed, kissing your forehead before leaving your room. You sighed and walked over to the window looking at the chaos. A portal opened and you watched as your wife rode on Warsong. You rolled your eyes, she always had to have a dramatic entrance. You knew you were being difficult and keeping her away from the fight. But she didn't hear what was said about you, a useless human married to the now King. Hell, even Thor’s ex-girlfriend was worthy enough to lift mjolnir. A bright light came down from the heavens and you covered your eyes to shield them. When you looked back, the God of Thunder was standing there. He looked good, a lot healthier than the last time you saw him. A car near your apartment building exploded. “Fuck this.” You said, leaving your room. 

*

Valkyrie was going to kill you, it was a fact that you accepted as soon as you stepped foot outside of your apartment building. You had a shield on your back and a sword in your hands. You heard a scream and you ran in the direction. It was the mother of one of your students. You jumped in front of her with your shield hitting the shadow spider in front of you. “Get out of here.” You yelled, swinging the sword in your hand. You heard her run off but your eyes remained on the creature ahead. The creature charged and you dogged out of the way. You climbed on the car that was parked next to you and jumped, slashing your sword down. The sword implied the creature in the head. It struggled and trashed from side to side, you held on but it flung you off. You rolled to the ground as the spider died. On shaky legs, you stood up and pulled your sword out. But you didn’t have a second to breathe as a small horde of them circled you. 

The ground shook around you and the electricity in the air made the hair on your arms stand up as Thor landed next to you. He swung Stormbreaker and it flew through the air, cutting off the heads of the creatures around you. Stormbreaker returned to his owner. 

“Lady Y/n,” The God smiled. 

“Thor,” you smiled back. “Who did you piss off this time?” You asked. His smile fell. 

“Valkyrie asked the same thing,” you laughed and ducked as he sent lightning over your shoulder killing another creature. You spun behind him and killed one. “Speaking of the king, does she know her wife is out here?” He asked. You sighed. 

“No,” you said slowly. “How about we keep it a secret.” Another explosion rocked New Asgard. “Thor go, I’ll be fine.” 

“I will see you again, Lady Y/n.” The God disappeared in a flash of light. 

“See ya, Thor.” You waved and continued on. 

*

You would count tonight as a half win. The children of New Asgard were kidnapped by a deranged God Killer which wasn’t ideal. But you did sneak back home without your wife seeing you and you lived to one day tell her the tale. You cleaned your weapons and put them away, cleaned up, and began to cook for Valkyrie’s return. The door opened and slammed shut. “Hi -”

“I can’t believe you,” she cut you off. You turned to face her. She didn’t have any clear sign of injury which you were thankful for. “I can’t believe you ignored a direct order from your king.” You bit your tongue. You wanted her to get everything off her chest. “Then you asked Thor to cover for you. Do you realize how dangerous it was to be out there?” You didn’t respond and returned around to finish the sandwich you were making. 

“Thor told you I’m guessing.” You said, placing the finished sandwich down in front of her. She glanced at the food but didn’t take it. 

“No. It was the mother you saved. She wanted me to thank you.” She sighed, sitting down at the table. “Thor actually tried to cover for you which I had a very stern talk to him about.” She angrily bit into the sandwich. “I’m so mad at you. You could have died and I couldn’t have known.” 

“But I didn’t.” You were pushing her buttons but the statement left your mouth before you could think about it. She stood up abruptly, slamming her hands on the table. 

“I’m your king,” she said. “It is my job to protect you.” 

“Cut the shit, Brunnhilde. I was your wife before you got the title of King. So talk to me like your wife and not one of your subjects.” Her jaw clenched as you stared at each other. You sighed, rubbing your hand across your face. “I’m sorry I left and I worried you but I wanted to prove to them,” you pointed out the window. “That I’m more than what they call me behind closed doors. So,” you dropped your hands to the side. “I’m sorry.” Valkyrie was silent as she stared at you. You wondered if you stunned her into silence. But in a quick motion, she made her way to your side of the table and pulled you into a hug. The force of the hug lifted you off the ground. You yelped at the sudden impact but you hugged her back as tight. She set you down on your feet. 

“I love you. I love you so much,” she mumbled against your skin. 

“I love you too, my love.” You pulled away slightly grabbing onto her face. You kissed her softly. 

“I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you tonight, if I failed to protect you as well.” You frowned. 

“This isn’t solely on you.” 

“I’m king. It’s my duty.” You grabbed her hand and pulled her to the couch. You sat down next to her grabbing both of her hands. 

“You’re not alone. You’re not on your own. You’ve got it all but you’ve lost your mind in the sound.” You let go of one of her hands and placed some strands of hair behind her ear. “You will save those kids and reclaim your crown.” She gave you a sad smile. 

“What if I fail?” Her voice was so small it broke your heart. You shook your head. 

“You won’t because you will do anything for your people.” She was silent for a moment, looking at your connected hands. 

“Thor, Jane, and I are going after him. We leave tomorrow morning.” You expected as much. “I need you to stay here.” She brought her lips. “Asgard will need it’s Queen.” She kissed your palms. 

“As long as their King comes back to them.” She nodded. 

“Always,” she smirked . “Besides you have a sentence to still carry out.” You rolled your eyes and stood up, holding out your hand. 

“A King needs their rest.” You pulled your wife to her feet. 

“I need to shower first. I’ll meet you there.” You nodded, kissing her before heading off to your room. You didn’t realize how tired you were until your head hit the pillow and the blankets were around you. You must have dozed off because you woke up to the feeling of Valkyrie getting into bed behind you. Her arm wrapped around you and pulled you flush to her front. “Thank you, my love.” She mumbled. Her voice was laced with sleep. 

“Anytime.”   

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A Trick Question

Dark!Valkyrie x Fem!R

Request

Warnings: Nonconsensual Tracking, Stalking, Jealous-Mean Val.

Smut: Daddy(V), Baby/Slut(R), Choking, Unprotected (Rough) Sex (Valkyrie has a dick), Oral(R), Overstimulation, Breeding, Total KO

“You’ve got to be kidding me! Val, that’s my cousin!” You shouted exasperatedly, this repeat argument was starting to take a toll on your mental health, and your physical wellbeing.

“Well she looked at you as if you weren’t hers!”

There was not even an ounce of sarcasm as she yelled back at you, she was dead serious, and you were honest to God taken aback by her boldly believing in her delusional eyesight.

“I’m not doing this right now,” you decided, with a swift hand you snatched up your keys, and took off before she could try to stop you.

Valkyrie was frustrated, she couldn’t quite understand why you didn’t see it yourself. Sarah might be your cousin, but the way she spends half of her time staring at your chest when you speak, it’s clear she doesn’t care about the blood that ties you to her, and that alone leads Valkyrie to consider homicide.

——

No one will ever touch you again, she would never allow a beaut like you to slip from her grasp, but for now she’ll let you blow off some steam, and when you return she’ll do the same.

However, after you were gone for an hour she began to feel uneasy about your disappearance. It was already beyond 11pm when you took off, and now it was nearing 1am without a word. Every call went to voicemail, her texts read as delivered, and your location was stalling in place around the house, telling her you’re likely in airplane mode, and it upsets her greatly that you’d be this careless with your own safety.

Valkyrie’s hands tensely gripped onto her glass, the remnants of her scotch swirled around the bottom as she lifted it up to her pursed lips. The only thing that stops her, as she slams her empty glass down and it shatters, from calling her New Asgardian soldiers is a key in the lock.

Valkyrie slipped into the kitchen, and watched you enter the house with tense shoulders, but she saw that once you looked around they fell.

“Where were you?” she reveals herself, and you jump back, hitting your head on the front door.

She knew where you were all along, you turning your phone off forced her to check on your tracker in your neck, and she saw you were up the street at a lookout with Thor as your backup. Because not only had she tracked you, but she sent her men out to surveil you, and report back to her with any developments.

“At our lookout,” you candidly replied as you slipped your jacket onto the hook, “Thinking.”

Valkyrie hummed, “Interesting,” she stepped closer to you until your back was against the door, “I was left here worried sick, and you were just up the street thinking, what about?”

With a trembling lip you answered, “Us,” you gulped before you went on, “I think we sh—.”

Valkyrie raised her hand up to restrict your access to speech, “I agree baby, we should shut your brain off, you’re too pretty to overthink.”

The oxygen deprivation left you dumb, because when she asked for permission, you nodded, “Good girl, look at you being wise,” she smiled sweetly, but her lusty eyes dared you to run.

But the sad thing is, you knew that even if you could, you wouldn’t, you’d never leave her.

Valkyrie ripped your clothing off of your body without a care in the world their significance.

Before you could protest the loss of your moms vintage shirt she’d manhandled you off the ground with two strong arms underneath your dreamy thighs, and with her tongue already buried in your cunt she slammed you onto the kitchen table. The sound of slapping echoed in the kitchen along with your subsequent wince.

The centerpiece vase also fell, spilling the surprisingly cold water all over, causing you to squeal when it pooled against your heated skin.

Valkyrie ate you out endlessly, if you asked her what her dream job was she’d say keeping you warm; sounds innocent enough, but with the fire radiating off your body it truthfully wasn’t.

It was after about the fifth orgasm, your legs trembling so hard around her head that she finally came up for air, the sight of you looking so lost in the haze made her cock twitch with desperate need, she gasped and with breathing in pure air over your intoxicating arousal, well it helped her to remember her neglected body.

Valkyrie slid your abused body up until you were centered on the table, then she decided to test Asgardian furniture producers because she climbed on top, and hovered over you in an almost menacing manner, her grin was scary, “Daddy’s going to fuck you until you’re no longer planning on saying silly things.”

With your thighs to your chest you watched as her dick entered you with one brutal thrusting of your forced lovers hips, “Fuck, don’t you see, this slutty pussy was made for me, no one else,” her grunts continued to brainwash you into a state of serenity and agreement; hope was lost.

“Now, you’re going to block Sarah, do you understand?” You didn’t. But that didn’t stop you from nodding so she’d continue to fuck you, the feeling of her still cock inside you was torture, especially when her appendage grew tired of waiting as it twitched you into a mewl.

“Good girl,” she rewarded you with a sloppy kiss, and a brutal half minute of thrusting.

“Daddy please, don’t stop,” you sobbed, like genuine tears trailed down the sides of your head and mixed with the sweat in your hair.

“Tell daddy, who does this pussy belong to?”

Not you! “Daddy”

“What about your heart?” she slid out of you, eyes trained on your trembling lip, you were struggling to answer, but no worries, she would help with a set of powerful thrusts, “Daddy!!!!”

“Your heart rests in the palm of my hands baby,” she pressed a deceivingly tender kiss to your lips as she picked up a steady pace that had you once again forgetting your situation.

Valkyrie knew how to work your body, she bit your pulse point every time she was nearing her own release, trying to time your orgasms because the thought of that felt romantic to her. An uncanny tie to your soul as she steals a piece of it from you with every moan pulled.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” she grunts directly into your ear as she felt you spasming around her, then she’s panting again as she moves in and out of you with even more hip power as your cunt tried desperately to still her weapon.

“I’m not stopping until I know you’re good and full,” she grunts, the overexertion here enough to tire her advanced physique out, but not to stop, “You’ll be pregnant with my seed baby, a little pouch of it to pudge out your stomach.”

She laughed rather maniacally, “Then you’ll soon enough be pregnant with my heir,” she choked on her words as she once again came, your walls were thickly layered in her seed, and so she added to it, causing a massive gush of it to return to her thighs. So in awe at just how much she’s produced she failed to see you’d officially gone limp on the bed, a total KO.

“Well, I think you’re full baby,” she laughed, but at your lack of response (the anticipated whimper, of need or plea she didn’t care) was had her twist her head to see you clearly, “Oh.”

Valkyrie moaned shakily when another wave of arousal came over her, “I can’t believe I fucked you to sleep,” she almost moved to act on her throbbing cocks behalf, but then she felt a strain in her shoulders that warranted sleep, and so she laid her body atop of yours, she sloppily pecked your lips, “Sweet dreams my Queen, we’ll be wed by the end of tomorrow.”

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Mounted

Pairing: king! Brunnhilde x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 1100 words

Outline: Brunnhilde finds out you weren't obedient while she was away so now she has to confront you.

Warnings: daddy kink, boot riding, impact play, degradation, humiliation, roughhousing, dom/sub, pet play, swearing, pain kink, scissoring.

Author’s Note: This was inspired by me watching someone push someone else with their boot and here we are.

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“A little naughty aren’t we?”

Valkyrie asks pressing her combat boot against your clothed pussy pushing you back toward the bed. You were still in your night clothes even though it was past midday. 

“No, daddy, I’ve been good, I promise.” 

Valkyrie rolls her eyes and presses her boot a little more on you, causing you to squirm. The pressure and the rough sensation were enough to make a fire grow in the pit of your stomach. Truth is you had been here on the bed all morning long after she left for her business meetings. And of course, you had only one thought in your mind keeping you occupied, and afterward, you must have fallen asleep. 

“My little birds told me otherwise.” She moves her hand to her waistline.  “You,” She takes her sword out and then raises it and places it on your chest, rising it up till your chin and pushing it up to look at her. 

“You smell of cum. I could recognize that anywhere. And you know you are not allowed to do this on your own.” You whimper, the cold metal blade stretching against your neck.

You feel yourself getting needy, you have no time to wonder who it was that could have told her what you were doing in the confinement of her royal chambers. You dart your eyes away from her instead of staring at her boot. 

“Can’t even speak up to say sorry, pathetic.” She rolls her eyes and drags her sword a little against your skin. “Not even one apology.”

“Sorry, daddy, sorry, please, I won’t ever do it again.” You gulp and the way she aggressively looks at you forces a pool to grow between your legs. You try to do it slowly, to move your body underneath her, to escape perhaps but of course, she can see you moving. 

“You better not.” She points out, dragging the blade against your neck before removing it and stomping you with her boot pressing right down. 

“Daddy, please!”

“Because today I will not be touching you at all.” You gasp and shout a loud no, looking at her. Indeed, she couldn’t be that cruel. 

“No, I’ll be good, I promise. “ 

“You are beginning to question me, pet?” 

“No! Daddy, I’d never.” You gulp again and settle down. “I could give you a show. I bet you’d like it, daddy.”

You make your voice as saccharine as possible, lust and honey dripping from your tongue. You know how bad she can’t resist you when you truly try to outperform yourself. Valkyrie liked her shows and your performances and of course your dances. You look at her and begin to sway your hips. She cocks an eyebrow as she lets the blade hit the floor. 

“You’re literally so pathetic about this, that you won’t even fully admit what you did but you’d try my boot like this? Like a needy stupid whore?” 

You only grin, swaying your hips against her as she’s stomping you further causing you to moan. A wave of pleasure rushes inside you and you build up the pace as she’s grazing and pressuring you. It feels good, not enough, but enough to keep you going and make you hazy and ready. You are rolling your hips against her boot, focused on one thing for now. To look as desperate as possible.

“Get on the floor, show daddy how obedient you are, come on.”

You whimper and roll your hips against her boot once more before she is pushing you hard, inflicting pain on you but the minute you groan she lets go, grabbing you by the neckline of your dress and throwing you on the floor. Quickly, you jump closer to her feet and wrap your arms around her thigh, legs, and pussy around her boot. It feels primal, different, purely primitive, and unique and you feel absolutely ecstatic. 

“Look at me, pet.”

She warns you and you look up at her with an obedient look on your face. You begin to properly hump her boot, working your thighs and your body to your advantage. She lets you behave like this, moaning and humping till she bends down to spank your ass and tell you to go harder which you do. Bopping up and down her leather boot like the needy little pet you are until you begin to feel exhausted. 

“You’re getting tired way too early, you need better training.”

She grips you again by the collar of your dress and throws you on the bed quickly, jumping on top of you. Without breaking eye contact, she rips off the dress from you, to expose your skin to her. And more so your breasts. She always loved to see them jiggling. She takes one long hard look at your very wet panties and then rips them off. Your pussy already visibly aching for her touch.

“I don’t understand why you even bother wearing those. You always get them dirty anyway. Can’t even keep herself together.”

“Daddy, you’re mean.” You breathe out pouting at her from your place.

“Only because you are fucking pathetic.”

She rolls her eyes as she lets her belt gets loose, exposing a bit of herself under her heavy leather. You stare at her as she begins to undress, only the places she needs direct access to. 

“Look at you, I have to pause my work just to come and properly fuck you. So fucking selfish.” You whimper loudly at her words and yet your heart fills with pride. You love knowing you got such powers over her. 

“I love you.” You whisper smiling right through your teeth and she shakes her head momentarily. She places her clothed pussy over yours and then begins to ride you so hard and fast it makes you see stars. She is riding you like an untamed brat that needs some straightening.

The room gets filled with the sounds of your combined moans until nothing is heard anymore. Once Brunnhilde gets tired of fucking you, she lets you sleep once again and goes on the rest of her meetings. 

You could never object to staying in bed all day. 

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Hello author its me the on who requested the Love after death in both part and the others... I finally have courage to reveal muself and no longer anonymous.

First of all before i request another one (sorry for being greedy) i wanted to thank you for responding to my requests especially the angsty ones, you never failed me to give a comfort and motivation, i cannot thank you enough for that.

And now for my request if you remember my other request about ei reader x ror characters that you can't write due to being unfamiliar to the character?

I will ask you instead to write a ror x demi godess freader. She commonly use a weapon like lu bu when fighting but once her weapon breaks or she found a very strong opponent she use her katana. She summon it like in the gif in below.

Now the fun part is how would the ror charcters react? Would they ended up having a nosebleeds, ended up shy or tease them?

Gods

Thor

Poseidon

Shiva

Rudra

Budhha

Zero

Beelzebub

Loki

Ares

Hermes

Aphrodite

Humans

Kojiro

Adam (platonic)

Hercules

Jack

Lu bu and chen gong

Raiden

Qin shu huang

You can choose who to write because i know there is a lot of them😅😅😅😅

Ahh~ my sweet love, your angsty requests have been so much fun to write! I don’t mind you asking for another, you’re not being greedy, I’m just happy that you are patient while I write all these requests plus my own original works.

I do have one question however….

Why in the world does she have a sword between her titties?! I actually looked this up and watched the scene where she does this, and I’m just flabbergasted that she had it there!

-As a demi-goddess, you had the choice of fighting for either side, as both Zeus and Brunnhilde had approached you to fight, both knowing your skills as a fighter.

-You were initially going to refuse both of them, but after Zeus tried to command you, while Brunnhilde asked you, you chose to fight for humanity, not liking being commanded to do anything, something Zeus regrets as he lost a good fighter because he was so pushy with you!!

-Your opponent was strong, which excited you, as that meant you didn’t have to hold back!

-You swung your halberd with ease, and your opponent, Kand, a minor earth god, managed to snap the blade clean off, breaking your halberd.

-The other fighters and the audience in attendance called out in worry for you, as they didn’t want to lose someone like you, beautiful, powerful, and smart, you really were the whole package.

-Kand laughed at you, pointing a finger at you while he held his belly, “Can you still fight me Y/N?! Now that I’ve broken your only weapon!!”

-You glared and brought your hands up to your chest, “Who said that was my only weapon?”

-What could only be described as a black hole, opened at the top of your chest, on your cleavage, as you tilted your head back.

-A sword began to emerge from the black hole, glowing brightly as your hand lifted to the handle.

-Your eyes snapped open, glowing with power as you pulled out a beautiful katana from the magic black hole between your breasts, clutching it as the light faded.

-Kand was gawking, pointing rudely as his eyes were wide, “Where the heck did that come from?!”

-You charged at him, fast enough that it looked like you disappeared, before reappearing behind him as he fell, his head rolling off his shoulders.

-You pouted lightly, “It’s rude to ask a lady questions like that.”

-The crowds went wild, roaring loudly.

-Thor- Was stunned on how quickly the match ended, able to see that your katana was your true weapon, you were good with the halberd, but there was something natural about you holding a sword. He blinked once or twice, confused on how you were hiding that sword.

-Poseidon- Eyes widened only just slightly before relaxing as he watched you pull your sword out, before his amusement grew with how easily you took care of that weaker, cocky god. It made him curious about how strong you actually were.

-Shiva- Immediately turned to his wives, who were cheering for you, “Can you really hide stuff in your chest like that?” they just giggled, like they had a secret as Parvati spoke, “That’s a woman only secret~” but all three were impressed with your skills.

-Rudra- Eyes went wide when your halberd broke, but when the sword started to emerge from your chest, his jaw dropped, mouth hanging open before you pulled that out, completely stunned on where you got that sword!

-Buddha- Smirked, moving his lollipop to the other side of his mouth, finding it alluring and could instantly tell that your sword was your true weapon as you ended the fight so quickly after pulling it out. Then had to ruffle Zerofuku’s hair after the boy asked him if he had anything like that between his chest.

-Zerofuku- Was confused as to why you had a sword between your chest. He looked up at Buddha who had a big chest, wondering if he had anything between his own which got his hair ruffled by the taller god.

-Beelzebub- Was more intrigued with the magic that appeared there first, curious as to what it was. Froze, eyes wide when he saw you pulling the sword from your body, unable to look away.

-Loki- Looking disrespectfully, gawking with his tongue lolled out, full blush on his face as he could only gawk in awe. He wanted to get a closer look~

-Zeus- Cheering loudly, leading the charge of the cheers of the arena. He had never seen anything like it and he was so excited!!

-Ares- His whole head was bright red, staring shamelessly, blood dripping from his nose as he couldn’t believe what he just watched, gripping the arms of the chair tightly.

-Hermes- Amused by Ares’ reaction just a bit more, but was stunned with the magic that you used and even more so when he saw how big the actual sword was.

-Aphrodite- Giggled softly, hiding her mouth behind her hand, amused to see the reactions of others, but as a large chested woman herself, she knew well that any woman could hide things between or under her boobs, like knives~

-Hercules- Lifted a hand to his face to hide his blush, embarrassed to stare at you in such a way, but couldn’t take his eyes off of you, especially when you handled your opponent so easily.

-Kojiro- His face was bright red, watching you pull that from your chest, but he immediately focused on your form, his eyes widening as he saw you move, being one of a handful that was able to keep up with your moves.

-Jack- Was staring before he started, his cheeks warming as he turned, being a gentleman, not wanting to gawk at a young lady such as yourself in such a way. Was impressed with your skills with the sword however.

-Lu Bu- Could sense the power radiating from you, a feral grin appearing on his lips, wanting to fight you himself. However, he was one of the few that wasn’t bothered where you had your sword stashed.

-Chen Gong- Unlike his lord, as soon as you pulled that sword out he flew back, blood spurting from his nose, twitching on the ground. He didn’t even see the end of the fight.

-Raiden- A bright grin on his face as he watched you pull your weapon out, delight on his face as he found it attractive, “What a woman!” cheered loudly with the rest of the crowd.

-Qin Shi Huang- A bright smile on his face as he watched the scene, amazed by the magic that had appeared, wanting to know more about it, but very pleased watching the show.

-Adam- The time from when you pulled your sword out to being announced the winner was only about five seconds, but he was instantly glaring, exerting his pressure to those around him as he glared at them, ready to throw hands and lay waste to those who would say anything impure about his precious daughter!!

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror thor #ror poseidon #ror shiva #ror rudra #ror buddha #ror zerofuku #ror beelzebub #ror loki #ror zeus #ror ares #ror hermes #ror aphrodite #ror sasaki kojiro #ror heracles #ror jack the ripper #ror lu bu #ror chen gong #ror raiden #ror qin shi huang #ror adam

[donaweasley]

I Will Find You (Part 02)

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Asgardian!Reader

Plot:

Loki was back; but he’s gone again. And things have become worse than ever. Will it be possible to find a home again?

Part 1 to be found here

Warnings: Angst, smut (with a happy ending).

Read time: ~23 mins

Minors: DO NOT INTERACT! Please, sweeties, you’ll have your time for reading mature themes soon. It’s just not now. 🙂

Note: This is my first time writing smut and I’m totally freaking out!! It’s just not my zone, and I know it! So, please bear with me and leave me honest feedback if I should continue trying smutty things or should just leave it here.

They reached New Asgard almost two days after the incident. They would have probably reached the next night had (Y/N) not insisted on waiting there until Loki returned. Thor was exhausted both mentally and physically; he lost the battle and had no other choice but to wait with his headstrong sister in the cold.

(Y/N) could no longer feel him the way she had been able to all these years. But she was adamant; and the shock of losing Loki again made her more so. She believed that Loki could see her even if she could not see him. And she wanted him to see her sufferings, to understand what he had been putting her through, to realise his mistakes, and to come back.

But that never happened.

Dawn broke, and the light of the new day held every broken piece clear before her. Her obstinacy was not leading her anywhere. And then there was Thor, whose broken pieces were collected and smashed on the cold, hard floor again, only to shatter them further, with no hope of ever being put together again.

It was for his sake that she finally agreed to head home. Home! She did not even know what home was like anymore.

The next few days saw things getting worse than ever. (Y/N) became quieter but aggravating. Even Thor, whose smile could ease almost any situation she was in, could not decide how to approach her; walking on eggshells became a regular with the people around her.

The day things worsened was when (Y/N) shouted at the brother-like man in a drunken stupor.

When nothing could ease her pain, she resorted to alcohol, with the Valkyrie for company. The latter tried to push her away but she was resolute. After days of seeing (Y/N) wasting away, Thor decided to step in, but was met with a resentment that he had never imagined coming from her.

"I'm sorry to say this, Brunnhilde, but your drinking habits are getting you nowhere. And now you have dragged (Y/N) with you," he interrupted them one evening.

Before the Valkyrie could open her mouth in defence, a drunk (Y/N) rose to her feet, and staggered towards the older Odinson.

"No one has dragged me anywhere! Whatever I do, I do it on my own! And Who are you to say, huh? You drown your failures and your sorrows in alcohol all day. You shun away from your people and play some stupid game on your dumb box with your dumb friends. You, of all people, have no authority to preach others what to do and what not to do! You Odinsons…fuck you both! You have always lived your lives on your own terms, and never thought about the misery you cause others!! So, you, big, giant, warrior king Thor… please do not come stomping into my life, telling me how to live when you are living a life worse than death every single day!"

Brunnhilde managed to drag her back but not before the harm was done.

The next morning, a soft knock on Thor's door woke him up. With heavy legs, he dragged himself to open it, rubbing his eyes in the process.

He wasn't very surprised to find a sobered up (Y/N) waiting on the other side, with a tray of breakfast in her hands.

Without a word, he stepped aside, making room for her to enter. The place reeked of alcohol but who was she to complain now?

Gently placing the tray on the table, she turned towards him, only to find him disappearing underneath the sheets again.

"Forgive me for what I said yesterday. I was…"

"You were right," a muffled voice floated from inside the covers. "Why are you sorry for stating the truth?"

"Because that is not true, Thor! We both know I was out of my mind. It was not me but my anger talking, and… I am sorry, Thor. Please forgive me…if you can."

She turned to leave but a woeful call of her name made her stop.

"Please do not make yourself suffer because we failed you. You are worth much more."

She said nothing.

"Please get up and have food. Real food. Otherwise you will keep belching all day."

Almost two weeks had passed since they had returned from Tromsø. She made sure not to lash out at anybody anymore, but that also meant bottling everything up until at night when, in the company of darkness and solitude, she let all her emotions out through streams of tears that pooled onto her pillow.

It was another such night; insomnia was a regular visitor now. The rest of the village had fallen into a deep slumber but she sat awake with a book in hand, trying hard to decipher the simple words that her eyes ran over again and again. But her mind was elsewhere, as usual.

Suddenly, what seemed to be like a gentle tap on the door startled her. Her ears perked up. But there was no other sound. Dismissing it to be a figment of her imagination, she returned to her attempts at focusing on the book.

A few seconds later, it was there again. This time it was a clear knock - soft but clear.

Grabbing the hilt of her knife in one hand, she opened the door slightly. The sight before her made her freeze.

Loki was standing just beyond the threshold. The same look of exhaustion reigned in his entirety as she had seen almost a fortnight ago.

On one hand, she wanted to open the door wide and pull him inside and in a warm hug; she wanted her tears to wash all the pain away. On the other hand, she wanted to slash his throat open with the blade she held.

"Can you forgive me?" Loki's eyes pleaded with her.

She said nothing for a while but simply stared at him. The hand which held the knife wrapped so tightly around the hilt that her knuckles turned white.

"Can you forgive me if I shut the door on your face now?" She replied with an eerie calmness.

Loki's eyes cast downwards as he sighed. "I believe I would deserve that."

Silently, she opened the door wide enough for Loki to step inside. When he still stood outside, unsure whether to take the step or not, she spat, "Are you just going to stand there and let the cold wind rush in or are you going to do something?"

Nodding lightly, he stepped inside the cottage while (Y/N) closed the door.

Loki was home again. Or was he?

"I shall run a warm bath for you. Give me a moment."

He tried to call her but the name evaporated into an empty room as she ignored him and left.

She returned after a while, the same indifference stamped on her face.

"The bath is ready. You should find everything you need at hand. You may leave your clothes on the rack. I shall be back in a while."

"Where are you going?"

"To get some clothes for you. Despite what some might think, I do not have any man's clothes in my house."

Before Loki could utter a word, she exited the house, closing the door in her wake.

The damage that he had done lay bare before his eyes. A few moments of doubt and insecurity tore down everything that they had built over the years.

By the time she returned with a bunch of fresh but borrowed laundry, the house was quiet. She assumed that Loki was still in the bath.

"Are you still in there?" She asked with a small tap on the bathroom door.

"Uh...yes! Yes, I am."

"Try not to fall asleep in there. There are better ways to die than drowning in a bathtub."

Loki emerged from the bathroom a few moments later, a towel wrapped around his torso. She noticed that he had become thinner. A few faint scratches and small bruises marked his ivory skin here and there, especially his limbs. One particularly large and prominent bruise beside his right knee made her breath hitch.

Old habits urged her to run and wrap herself around him, to soothe all his pains, to kiss him all over and make love to him until they both fell asleep entangled in one another.

But recent events chained her from doing so. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she averted her eyes.

"There is a set of clean clothes on the bed. They may not fit perfectly but that is all I could manage in the middle of the night. I shall get you a new wardrobe tomorrow morning."

"(Y/N)!" Loki tried to stop her from walking away. "Please! Can I get one moment with you? Please?"

She still refused to look at him. "Have something first. And then we shall talk."

Loki stared at her as she disappeared into the kitchen. He had set this up for himself. And he should be the one fixing this, if only he could get a chance to.

As Loki had already assumed, dinner was unusually quiet. There wasn't much on the table - he did not expect anything at all in those late hours, especially after what he had done - but everything that was served smelled delicious. The fact that (Y/N) had prepared it all herself made them all the more special for him.

She sat quietly on the opposite end of the small table.

Clearing his throat, he asked timidly, "I know that you might have already had your meal but…will not have anything? You like midnight snacks, do you not?"

"Used to. And I am full anyway. You may start."

This was not going anywhere; at least not this way. He needed to give her more time, he realised.

Taking a deep breath, he took the first bite. Instinctively, his eyes closed and a moan left his sealed lips. He was starving and the food tasted divine in his mouth.

As (Y/N) observed him, a tiny smile surfaced on her stern features. But she quickly hid it before Loki opened his eyes.

Who knows how long he might have been starving!

The thought made her shiver. Her eyes almost welled up but she fought her emotions back, trying her best not to reveal herself before him.

"You are an exceptional cook!"

But Loki's compliment was met with another sharp response.

"I am average. It is only because you are famished that you find it good."

Loki did not utter another word until the meal was finished.

"Thank you, (Y/N), for having me."

His words did stop her in her tracks but she said nothing.

"Please, (Y/N)."

Loki placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, and the next thing that he felt was the sharp sting of cold metal on his Adam's apple.

Her face was inches away from his. She wore a facade of anger and hatred but her eyes shone with unshed tears.

"If you wish to kill me, I shall not fight," he spoke without wincing. "But please, I beg of you, do not alienate me. Do not push me away, please, love! I have suffered enough. And in that, I have made you suffer, too. Forgive me, (Y/N). Can you?"

"You said I did not deserve you," her hand shook just like her voice did. "You snapped our bond. You did not trust me. You accused me of infidelity when you know how much I love you!"

"I am sorry, love. I truly am! I… I saw you both together and… I do not know! I am sorry!" A tear rolled down his bony cheek.

"But you did not come back." The tears that had been held back were now cascading down her face.

"I did! I did but… I did not know how to face you. Or Thor. For eleven days and nights I roamed in and out of your village. I did not show myself to anyone lest they should tell you."

"And would that have been so bad?"

"I did not know how you would react. Or if you would have me. But then-"

"Then what?" The words came out but in whispers.

"I could not take it anymore. I had to come to you even if you kicked me out or killed me."

"I…" Words failed her. Everything became a blur as a tsunami of emotions tossed violently within her.

"Please accept me, (Y/N)," Loki's eyes bore into hers. "Please tell me that you still love me."

They did not realise when they had come so close that the words were almost breathed on each other's mouths. The knife that was held to his throat dropped to the floor with a sharp clang, and it was only then that they noticed their proximity.

She was unsure whether to act on her desires or to bring her ego between them.

"Please love me, (Y/N)!"

How could she say no to that plea?

Shoving her ego aside, she wrapped a hand around his neck and pulled him closer, immediately pressing her lips to his. They remained that way for a few seconds before moving with an impatience and a fervour that would have set the cottage aflame. His hands snaked around her waist and pulled her flush against him. Loki tilted his head to deepen the kiss, his tongue gliding against hers constantly in a harmonious dance. He tasted of apple pie. She tasted of cheap alcohol.

Her weight on him and the force with which she was kissing him, although immensely pleasurable, made him take a few steps backwards, thus making him hit the table. Bracing himself with his left hand, he regained his balance, and then mapped the said hand along her sides, remembering every curve along the way.

With a gentle push of his body, he took a few steps forward until their paths were blocked by a wall. Pinning her to it with his weight, he continued the ministrations of his mouth while his hands trailed the column of her neck, eventually causing one of them to get lost in her hair. The same happened to her: one hand felt the hardness and the warmth of his chest while the other was tangled in his dark locks. A quick tug on the hair at the nape of his neck resulted in a soft moan from the god: a blissful music to her ears!

When they finally tired themselves out, momentarily though, did they stop. Panting hard, breathing into each other's mouths, they remained still: bodies limp against one another, foreheads pressed together, hearts racing as they basked in the afterglow of their session.

"Tell me that you love me," Loki wished just loud enough for her to hear.

"Of course, I love you, you oaf!" She chuckled breathily. "Never doubt it. Ever!"

"It was a mistake I cannot forgive myself for."

"Now shut that beautiful mouth and come to bed," she slowly pulled herself away from his embrace. "You need rest. A lot of it."

"I do not. Not now. I need to love you," Loki insisted. "Please let me love you!"

"Believe me, I want to do nothing else but make sweet love to you." Loki's face brightened at the confession. "But that must wait. You need to heal first."

Seeing his frown, she laughed. It was just like old times again.

"Lie down with me?" She asked with a smile.

The god tried to protest but the yawn that broke through him declared otherwise.

Almost the entire night, or whatever was left of it, (Y/N) watched Loki: his bare chest rising and falling in the moonlight, like the sea during the tides, his hair splayed on the pillow challenging the night with its dark lustre. The mouth that had been kissing her passionately was now slightly parted. The movement beneath his closed eyelids spoke of some distant dream that he might be having. She silently prayed that it would be a good dream, one worth remembering.

The soft hum of the sea outside, paired with the cool light of the moon seemed to bring back the magic that was them.

And yet there was something off. The hollow of his cheeks were deeper than usual, his eyes were sunken and there were dark circles under them. And then there were the scars and bruises. She wondered what unimaginable pain he might have had to go through all this time. Questions regarding his escape from the ship, his whereabouts and other things spiralled her down an unfathomable hole, exhausting her mind thoroughly in the process.

(Y/N) did not realise when she had drifted off to sleep. When she awoke, she found the comfortable weight of an arm around her waist. Sleep-laden eyes opened to find a pair of green orbs staring at her face with an adoration that almost made her cry. Soft sunlight peeked in through the curtains, lighting the room up with a heavenly glow. Or was it the presence of the god that made it all so special?

She did not know. She did not care. Loki was with her. She was in his arms. That was all that mattered. Everything else had to be beautiful!

"Did you sleep well?" Loki's deep voice, accentuated by the raspiness of sleep, floated into her ears like ethereal music.

"I did. After a long, long time, I did sleep well. And you?"

"Same here." His face contorted as he tried to stifle an obstinate yawn.

(Y/N) giggled, "Just let it out!" And he obeyed.

For a long while they lay awake, simply looking at each other, tracing lazy patterns on one another, neither willing to put an end to the moment.

"I cannot believe I finally found you," Loki smiled.

"You always do," she played with a strand of his hair.

"First things first," he said and placed his fingers against her temple.

She felt the same tingling sensation that she had felt years ago when Loki had shared his magic with her.

"Do you feel me now?" He asked with a soft smile.

"More than ever!" A tear escaped down the corner of her eye.

Loki leaned in and placed a chaste kiss on her mouth, followed by another, and another, until they were both entangled with each other, their lips and tongues caressing the other ardently.

His hand grazed the length of bare skin on her legs until he was met with the hem of her pyjama shorts. Pushing past the barrier, his fingers trailed upwards. Her breath hitched when his hand rolled over and squeezed her clothed ass.

"Loki…" She moaned breathily as her tongue gently traced the column of his neck until she found that sweet spot below his ear that always turned him into jelly. There, she left a small bite, immediately soothing it with a lap of her tongue.

The groan that left Loki urged her to explore the skin of his shoulder, down his collarbone and onto his chest. She left small, open-mouthed kisses as she moved downwards, taking the skin between her teeth here and there, earning her precious rewards of hisses and groans from Loki. Moving upwards, she gently rolled a nipple between her teeth, and watched as Loki's head rolled backwards.

"Still sensitive, are we?" She smirked while Loki looked at her with lust-filled eyes, his gorgeous mouth hanging open in anticipation.

(Y/N) worked her tongue and teeth on his chest, making him produce all kinds of sinful sounds, before moving south again. Meanwhile Loki's hands moved across her back, trying hard to peel the t-shirt off her but failing.

Amidst all the lust and need, her mind worried about the marks on his otherwise perfect skin.

What were they? What happened? How?

But she did not want the moment to be ruined. Carefully threading her way through the marks, she carried on her path of desire.

“Tell me if I hurt you, will you?” She smiled at him.

“You can never hurt me,” he rasped.

“Just tell me if I do,” she insisted, and he nodded.

Before long she found the trail of dark hair that led to the treasure they had both been awaiting. The bulge in his sweatpants was inviting. But instead of giving Loki what he wanted, she continued her trail of kisses over his clothed skin, her thumb exploring the secrets just beneath the waistband. This continued for a while, making Loki even more frustrated. 

Just as she was about to hook her fingers under the band of the pants, she was flipped. With a squeal, she landed on the mattress, with Loki hovering over her.

"You have been a tease for quite long, darling," he growled. Oh, how she loved that sound! "Now, it is my turn. But first, this has to go." He tugged the t-shirt that she was wearing.

"Do not tear it, please!" (Y/N) quickly held his wrist before he could rip it in shreds. "I do not have many," she confessed with a sad smile.

Loki's eyes softened at the admission. "I will not."

Gently, and with her help, he pushed the garment up and over her arms, until it was lying on the floor.

The sight before him made him groan. Bending down, he buried his face in her naked chest and inhaled her scent, followed by a soft kiss. Slowly but intentionally, his hands mapped her breasts, kneading and squeezing them. His tongue and teeth played with the taut bundles on top making her whimper and squirm beneath him, until he released her with a small pop!

With hands still locked on the swells of her chest, his mouth made its way downwards, the curls on his head leaving a feathery tickle in their wake.

"May I?" He asked with his fingers hooked under the band of her shorts.

"Stop being a tease!!" She whined, making him laugh.

But Loki had to be a tease. He pulled the band down as slow as possible, kissing every inch of skin that was being exposed in the process.

"Damn you!" She cursed.

This made him finally whisk away the fabric, adding it with the other discarded piece.

"You are so gorgeous!" His breath, hot on her mound, made her rub her thighs together.

"No, darling, keep them open for me." He gently parted them with his hands, and lowered his head.

"Loki!" It was not a moan or a whine. It was a call that made him look at her with worry.

"Not now," she pleaded. "I need you right now. Please!"

"Good. For I cannot bear this any longer."

By the time Loki got rid of the pants, (Y/N) was sitting on her knees, unable to hold herself anymore. Hugging her tight, he brought her on his lap, and kissed her passionately, grinding himself on her wet folds all the time.

Hoisting her up, he aligned himself with her and slowly brought her down until he was fully sheathed in her. Closing their eyes, they both relished the feeling for a few seconds - the feeling of being one, of being complete, of reliving all similar memories that they had created together back in Asgard.

She latched her mouth to his, and slowly started moving. It was slow, unhurried, unlike their state of mind a couple of minutes ago, and like the movement of their tongues in that very moment. She could feel him everywhere, inside her, outside her, as though she was enveloped in him. After all these years, she felt a sharp sting at the stretch. But it was a pain she was willing to bear everyday if it meant that she could be with Loki.

(Y/N) rotated her hips leisurely, while Loki placed open-mouthed kisses along her collarbone. Eventually, she started increasing her pace, turning his kisses into grazes of teeth.

That was until Loki could take no more. Digging his fingers into her hips, he took control of her movements. This new manoeuvre left her empty with only the tip inside before he slammed into her, reaching her deepest parts. A loud scream escaped her as he touched her most sensitive parts.

Loki shushed her. He panted between his thrusts, "You…do not…want…the…village…to-"

"I cannot help it!" She shouted.

That very moment, her walls fluttered around him, and a loud animalistic groan escaped him.

"See?" She smirked.

Loki locked his mouth with hers, both of them moaning and panting into each other, muffling the sounds that should have remained only within the confines of their chambers.

"Touch yourself!" Loki commanded.

When she did not obey, he admitted, "I shall not last long. Please, love, touch yourself. I want to come with you."

This time she did as was asked, reaching between their sweaty bodies, rubbing herself as Loki incessantly rocked her and slammed into her. Biting on the sensitive skin on his neck she let out a guttural moan as the coil in her stomach tightened. Her walls clenched around him, making him cry out her name. His movements became sloppy and so did hers. Holding her tight and burying his face in her shoulder, he pushed into her a few more times before asking her to let go, finding his own release with her.

They remained still for a while, catching their breath, floating in bliss and peppering each other with kisses wherever possible. At length, she pulled away but just enough to give him a long kiss on the mouth.

"Do these hurt?" She lightly traced his scars.

He shook his head slowly.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not now."

Nodding, she pressed another kiss to his lips. A confusion spread across her face when Loki wrapped her legs around his waist.

"What are you doing?" She smiled.

"Hold on tight."

"What-"

Her question was left incomplete as Loki grabbed her ass with one hand and, balancing himself with the other hand, got off the bed with her.

"We do not want to spoil the sheets, do we?" A mischievous glint shone in his eyes. "And… I was feeling sort of lonely in the bath yesterday. Would you like to join me?"

"Certainly!" She kissed him as he carried her to the bathroom, still buried inside her.

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"It is time we told Thor. And everyone for that matter," (Y/N) said while preparing brunch.

Before Loki could answer, a loud knock startled them.

"Lady (Y/N)," Thor's voice boomed, "it has been quite late and you have not been out of your house. Are you feeling unwell?"

"Let me handle this," Loki, clad in the clothes from the previous night, sauntered towards the door.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the door. "Hello, brother!"

The said brother stood still like a statue for a few seconds before landing a hard punch to the younger one's face.

Hearing someone stumble, (Y/N) came running to the scene to see Thor pull Loki into a bear hug. He was sobbing.

"It is good to see you, too, brother," Loki smiled and patted his back.

Home was indeed beautiful.

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A/N: I am so sorry this took forever! Just for that reason I’ve tried to make it as fluffy as possible. Happy (Late!) Birthday to @natasha-danvers ! You’re one of my favorite writers and I’m glad to be writing fanfiction for you! (2024 edit: Unfortunatly, it seems that their account is either banned or deactivated as I cannot find it :( )

Pairing: Queen! Natasha Romanoff x Shifter! Reader Forever. 

Location: Marvel > Natasha Romanoff > Oneshots

Warnings: FLUFFFFFFF

Words: 1k

Tagging: @tyler-t0t

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“Block! Push him away!” I yelled across the training ground, watching the two warriors fight. 

Their swords intercepted again with a loud clang as they pushed into one another. The smaller one swept a leg under the other, forcing their opponent to stagger and fall over. They kicked the sword out of their grasp and pointed their sword at the other’s throat, ending the match. 

I politely clapped with the others as the smaller opponent helped the other one up. 

They walked over to me and removed their helmet, shaking their head. 

“I don’t understand why you keep fighting them, Brunnhilde.” I asked the warrior stood in front of me. 

She shrugged. “It’s good to train them to deal with heavy hitters like me, right?” She replied, walking towards the castle steps behind me. I nodded and followed after her, keeping pace by her side. 

“What I don’t understand is why you never train with them.” She asked as she walked inside, nodding to the servant holding the door for us. I also nodded to the servant, causing her to blush and look away. 

“Last time that happened, someone nearly got killed.” 

“So? They’ll just need to train better then.” 

I shook my head at her as we walked towards the bathing area of the lower castle. I stopped at the doorway into it, and nodded to Brunnhilde as she walked in. I turned around and was almost face-to-face with a servant. 

“The Queen is calling you to the gardens.” The servant told me. I thanked them and headed off at a steady jog to go meet her. 

Once I opened the door to the garden, I was greeted with the smell of rain and the coldness of the air. I looked around until I found the red-headed queen.

She was sitting on one of the benches, covered in a large fluffy cloak, drinking tea and reading a book. As I was walking towards her, she looked up and smiled at me. With green eyes that could write decade’s worth of poetry about and hair that reminded me of the setting sun over the Queendom, she was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. 

“Yes, my Queen?” 

“Sit.” She told me, patting the spot next to her. I sat down, still waiting for an order from her. 

“Relax. You’ve been up since before dawn. You need a break.”  

“I have soldiers to command, I don’t have time for a break, Your Majesty.” 

“Nonsense. You’re my bodyguard, so you need to be at my side at all times.” 

“I was training the warriors. Am I not your favored General?”

“You are, and I am ordering you to take a break, General (Y/N).”

I huffed in response. When she set her mind on something, she meant it. I leaned back, and stretched my body out. 

She continued reading her book, and I glanced over her shoulder to read some passages. I recognized some, from (favorite book) 

“You’re reading (Favorite Book)?” I asked her.

“You always tell me how good this book is. I thought I’d see if what you were saying was true.” She replied. 

I nodded, and looked around the garden. This was one of the three gardens the castle had. This one in particular was more of a greenhouse, with glass walls and a glass ceiling. The plants were thriving, bright green was everywhere. The cold finally started to get to me, and I started shivering. 

Natasha looked over to me. “Why don’t we go inside and take a nap?” She asked me. 

“You can stay out here, I have other duties I should attend to.” Just because I was her bodyguard-as if she didn’t have at least four other guards around her at all times-didn’t mean I didn’t have other things I needed to take care of. 

“It was an order, not a request. I know you haven’t been sleeping well lately.” She said as she stood up, pulling her cloak tighter around her. 

The last week or so have been filled with nightmares. To cope with it, I go to bed late (often with Natasha complaining about it) and wake up early to train with the soldiers. Despite keeping things to myself, Natasha has always been able to read me like an open book. 

I followed her into the castle, and we walked silently back to her chambers. Very few knew that we were together, even less who knew how long we’ve been together. It’s been several years now, and I’ve never gotten tired of being with her. 

We reached her chambers, and she walked inside, closing the door behind us. 

“Bathe, and change. I don’t want your armour staining my sheets again.” She told me. I nodded with a grin on my face, remembering the few situations which caused that. 

I headed to her bathing room, and ran myself a hot bath. I quickly took off my amour and got into the bath, scrubbing away all the dirt and sweat that’s been caked on me since before dawn. I got out, training the tub and changed into undergarments and a loose shirt. I dried off my hair, then headed back to her main room. 

She was sitting on the bed, already dressed in bedclothes, tucked under the blankets and still reading the book. She wordlessly patted the spot next to her, and I climbed under the covers and snuggled next to her side. She kept reading the book, and gently ran her fingers through my hair, occasionally scratching but mostly rubbing my scalp. I hummed and snuggled closer to her, savoring the warmth she was giving off. 

“Sleep. I’ll fight the bad dreams off if they come to get you.” she said. 

I only hummed louder in response, closing my eyes and slowly drifting off into sleep. 

Nastasha smiled and looked over to the sleeping woman curled next to her, her heart thundering as she traced your jawline and face, before moving back to your hair. 

She leaned over and gently kissed your head, before turning back to her book. 

You whispered ‘forever’ on that fateful night as you pulled me close

I whispered forever as I held you close that sunny afternoon. 

We whispered forever to each other on that rainy night

Whispering forever for years and years to come.

Forever, you shall be mine 

Forever, I shall be yours. 

Forever, I shall love you. 

Forever.

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Lesson Twenty

Loki languishes in the hospital, accepting your impending fate as he awaits news about your condition.

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

It was all Loki could do to scoop your limp body into his arms, holding it fast to his chest as he rocked back and forth, nearly biting his lip clean off to hold back from openly weeping in front of Brunnhilde and The Flock. 

Maria leapt into Jonah-Bjorn’s arms as he began to sob. The King snarled in anger. 

“Shut UP! Neither of you deserves this,” she growled, taking her dagger and throwing it at the couple, landing in the wall just behind Jonah-Bjorn’s left side. “Get out and get an ambulance, damn you!”

The pair froze, looking as if every emotion conceivable was passing through their brains at one moment. 

“It’s too late,” Loki muttered almost inaudibly, as if admitting it any louder would make it more devastating. He was breaking. “She isn’t stirring.” 

“Look, you pair of ingrates: this woman just died for you! The least you could do is get help,” Brunnhilde demanded, her rage close to boiling over. 

For the sake of self-preservation, Jonah-Bjorn helped Maria to her feet. “L…let’s just do as she says,” he stuttered. Maria quickly scooped the crying baby into her arms, and the pair evacuated the room to go seek authorities. “And while you’re at it, tell your Flock friends that it’s all over!” called the King after them. 

She turned around after chasing them away to find that Loki hadn’t been able to hold back silent tears, only now concealed because he had buried his face in your neck to stifle the cries, and to get one last whiff of the scent of your hair. 

“If I never agreed to teach her--”

“--she’d been dead eleven months ago,” mumbled the King, kneeling down beside Loki as he continued to cradle you in his lap. “She chose to do this. I would’ve preferred we fight, but--”

“--but hy did she have to do this? I never meant for this to happen,” Loki sighed, looking down at your face, brushing a tuft of hair away from your brow. He bent down to press his forehead to yours. “You stupid, beautiful, amazing woman…” he whispered before cutting himself off. 

Something was different. Off. You weren’t turning cold or stiff. 

Loki laid the back of his hand against your cheek. Still soft and warm, if not a little hot. 

His lip trembled in nervous hope. “Brunnhilde…get a piece of glass,” he said quickly. 

“What?” she asked. 

“From anywhere! A small piece of glass!” 

She scowled and grunted at being ordered, but the occasion didn;t call for petty squabbles, so she got up and left the room. A moment later, there was the sound of breaking glass, and a moment later, she returned, hanging Loki a shard of mirror. 

He held it underneath your nose, and let out an “oh!” as he saw the faint puff of exhalation briefly paint the glass before rolling away. 

“She’s alive! Brunnhilde, go make sure they bring help in a hurry!” Loki began breathing quickly as the King’s mouth fell open. 

“She’s breathing?”

“Barely,” Loki replied. “We could still lose her! Please, go! Hurry!”

As the King bolted from the room again, Loki bent over and whispered into your ear. “Hold on, Y/N…”

Hours later, Loki sat at your bedside, where you were hooked up to tubes, monitors, and drips, unconscious but stable in the hospital. Your heart rate was disturbingly low, but it was beating, and it was getting the job done. You were still as stone. 

Brunnhilde was leaning against the window, legs crossed and arms folded as usual, as the doctor explained to the best of his ability what had happened to you. 

He was a youthful, blonde man with tortoiseshell glasses and buck teeth. “It’s as if all of the energy her body needs to function was sucked out of her, save for just enough to keep her brain working the bare minimum, to keep her heart beating the weakest it can while still pumping. She is unconscious because she doesn’t have the strength left to open her eyes.”

“Will she live?” asked Loki, gritting his teeth impatiently. 

“Yes,” the doctor replied, looking more than a little intimidated by the god’s presence. “But it may take a very long time for her body to recuperate its strength, even with the feeding tube we’ve given her.”

Loki sniffed. “How long, exactly?”

“There’s no way to tell, sir,” the doctor continued. “It may be as long as a week before she has enough strength to open her eyes. Perhaps two before she can speak and sit up. However, I wouldn’t expect her to walk again without aid before Christmas.” 

The King gave Loki a concerned glance, and the two of them knew that they shared the same worry: the test. You would need every ounce of your physical ability to pass, and here you were nearly dead, with your best hope being at the point where you’d be waking with a cane by the time S.H.I.E.L.D. arrived. 

It appears, unless they relent, we’re both dead now, my love, Loki thought. There was no way you could even submit yourself to an exam. The game was lost. December 31st was all but certainly his and your execution date now. 

He refused to leave your side, even as the King returned to New Asgard to celebrations and gratitude from the people that lasted days. He read to you, sang lullabies from his childhood on Asgard, and talked to you as if you could hear him, hoping it would spark something in you to awaken. 

Four days later, you could hear him for the first time, though you were still trapped inside a paralyzed, unconscious body. The soothing baritone was endless and warming. For twelve hours after, you lay and listen as he further cared for you. 

Then, just before dawn on the fifth day, your eyes fluttered open, and you made the faintest cooing sound. You sensed Loki was asleep, his head in his arms on the end of the bed, leaning over from the chair he otherwise occupied. 

He instantly awakened, and let out a huge sigh of relief as he grabbed your hand, kissing your fingers, blinking frantically to hold back tears,.

“Y/N! Love, you’re back!”

Your lips could move, and your voice was a little faint yet, so Loki insisted you continue to silently reserve your limited energy, and he took time to explain to you what had transpired in the days since you’d confronted The Flock. 

“They’ve given their vow, on risk of war, to leave New Asgard in peace, and to stay in Oslo,” he informed you. “They won’t ever speak your name, of course, but they have a silent gratitude for you.”

Weeks passed, December arrived, and your strength slowly returned. For a few days, Loki had to do essentially everything for you, from keeping you entertained, to relaying messages to Brunnhilde for you, to even the most basic things like feeding you and adjusting your pillows. He did it all with humility and love, something that made you feel both wonderful and sorrowful when it reminded you of what you both had to look forward to. 

“I don’t mean to be a pessimist, but I don’t see how we can get ourselves out of this one,” he said, putting away the last of your supper one night during the first week of December. You were feeding yourself now, but sometimes Loki was insistent on at least partially aiding you with eating, as your grip was still weak. Your hands still shook when they tried to hold silverware. 

“We can run away,” you mumbled. “Brunnhilde will cover us.”

Loki shook his head as he brushed an affectionate hand over your cheek, lighting kissing you. “They’d interrogate her, as well as Thor. They’d have him comb the universe for us. We could never come back to Midgard.”

“So we’re just supposed to bow our heads? I may not be strong, but I will try until the very end for you, Loki,” you promised. “I’m not ready to give up just yet.” 

He smiled and took your hand. “You amaze me.” 

You smiled. “Now, if you don't mind, I’m starting to lose my energy…:

“...of course, darling,” Loki replied, going to move your bed from an upright position to a supine one. “When did the doctor say you were going to be discharged?”

“If I can get onto my feet by next week, he said he will release me on the 17th.”

Loki twisted his lip and chickled. “That’s my birthday.” 

“Well, you get me for a present I guess,” you said, half-jokingly, half-apologizing.

“I cannot think of anything better,” he said warmly. Once your bed was flat, he kissed you again before dimming the light. “Will it be a chapter from Jane Eyre, or a lullaby tonight, dearest?”

“Sing to me, please,” you asked softly. 

He smiled. “As you wish.” 

It took only moments for you to fall back into the darkness. Only this time, it was comforting and welcome. 

Loki will always take care of his student…his love…

Somehow accepting what was likely going to be had given you and Loki an odd sense of peace. You chose to spend whatever time you had left with one another as close to each other as you could be, both emotionally and physically. Not only did you allow Loki to gently and slowly make love to you (although you could have done without his insisting you stop for breaks if it got to be too much), but you began to feel comforted by the fact that, if you were going to fail on a count of your weakness, you both would face the consequences together. 

That wasn’t to say you, Loki, and Brunnhilde didn’t try to pull out every stop, every appeal necessary, to delay your test by a month. On the day you’d left the hospital, with two weeks left in your year in New Asgard, you could ambulate with a walker and a supporting Asgardian nearby. By the time the 31st rolled around, you would barely be able to stand on your own for more than a few moments. 

Loki reached out to Thor and Fury, neither of them yielded a reprieve, although Thor tried to reason on your behalf with S.H.I.E.L.D. Nothing. The 31st was going to be the day that you met your fate, no matter what. 

To your surprise, however, Thor came around on Christmas Day, when a beautiful, silent snowstorm dusted the village in several inches of fluffy, pure white snow. 

“Don’t let the others know, but with what may be coming and all…I had to, brother,” he said, his voice deep and rich with sentimentality. Loki accepted his heavy, strong embrace, but it still knocked the wind out of him, making you giggle from your wheelchair. 

You spent the day with the brothers, as well as Brunnhilde and Katja, drinking spiked cocoa and hot mulled wine until your vision blurred, telling stories of days long past on Asgard, and toasting to the year. Despite your still weakened state, you were able to cook a modest Yule feast for the gathered (with help from Loki and Brunnhilde). The day was subtle, but cozy, and absolutely wonderful. 

“If only we both could stay here,” you said to Loki. “We could do this every year. It would be like having a family to be close to, which seems to be something we both have lacked thus far in our lives.” 

Loki looked at you, deciding not to reply with words, but instead with a tender kiss. 

Sadly, Thor only stayed the day. “They will notice if I’m missing much longer,” he said sadly at dusk on Christmas night. “And they won’t allow me to come along for the final test.” 

“If they happen to deem one or both of us unworthy, would they immediately pass sentence?” you asked apprehensively, causing Loki to throw his arm around your shoulder, drawing you close. 

“I should hope not, but once Fury’s mind is made up, they may as well carry it out immediately,” he said quietly, solemnly. 

Loki cleared his throat. “Thank you for the lovely parting thoughts, brother.” 

Thor smiled, trying his best to comfort the two of you as he set out to return to New York, the storm passing and giving way to a crisp, clear night sky. 

“The sun will shine on us again,” he answered, choosing those words to be his last to you as he boarded the quinjet and flew off into the night. 

On the night of December 30th, you and Loki tried to delude yourselves into thinking either one of you would be able to sleep, only to come to your senses hours into the evening. You both chose to bundle up and trek through the snow up the hill one more time, spreading out on the snow and looking up at the thousands of stars dotting the sky above you, your hands never untangling for one another. Your breaths combined with one another and created a single cloud above your heads. 

“Whatever happens tomorrow, love,” Loki began, “I will be your loyal guardian until the end.”

“And I yours,” you answered. “I can protect you now!”

Loki smirked. “I’m afraid you’re still a bit weak, my dear.”

It was true that you still got winded after going up a single set of steps, and your muscles ached after taking an hour each night to put supper together in the kitchen. The only reason Loki didn’t insist on taking it easy was your argument that it was very possible that this was your last fortnight alive, and you wanted to behave as normally as you could. 

“I would die for you,” you said insistently. 

“And I would lay my life down for you if you asked me to on a whim,” Loki replied. 

You sighed and smacked your lips playfully. “My, my, have we come a long way from the dominant professor from last January!”

“Oh, but he hasn’t gone far, love,” Loki purred, rolling onto his side to throw an arm over you, pinning you under him. “In fact, a good dominant always puts his little pet first.” 

You smiled and sighed as Loki slowly lowered himself on top of you, laying his head on your breast and settling his hips between your splitting legs. You let him lay there, letting your breaths sync  their tempos, combing his long, loose hair with your fingers carelessly. 

“If we do make it to January 1st,” you said, “What happens?”

Loki sighed and raised his head to meet your eye. “I will stay here with you, naturally.”

“No,” you said, shaking your head, “Not naturally, Loki. We both know you want to explore the galaxy, and that after the first of the year, you will be able to.” 

“But what good would that be without you beside me?”

“Better than me keeping you shackled here! You won’t have any obligation to me anymore. I will be okay. Hell, I even have a job lined up! “ you said cheerfully. 

“I can’t leave you here,” Loki said. “Why are you pushing me away? My Norns, don’t I owe you my very life?””

“But I’m not pushing, perhaps I’m holding you back,” you suggested meekly, sitting up, forcing Loki to roll off of you and into the snow. 

“You could never hold me back, or make me regret loving you, princess,” Loki whispered, kissing you deeply, pushing you back into the snow with his passionate lips. 

“Mmmhmm, Loki,” you nudged him off of you again. “I have an idea, then.”

He smiled. “Yes?” 

“I propose another year,” you said. 

“I don’t follow?” Loki asked inquisitively. 

You elaborated. “We’ve been in close proximity for an entire year. Let’s spend one year apart. You can journey about the universe. I can start working with Brunnhilde on building up her defense team. If, on this night next year, you still love me and want to stay here with me forever, come here to this hilltop before midnight. If you aren’t in my arms by the last stroke of twelve on December 31st, I will know you’ve found better things out there, and I will move on with my own life.”

Loki shrugged. “I still think it’s ridiculous that you would think--”

“--stop saying that. Please do this for me, and please do it with an open mind. There could be other worlds out there, other peoples who need you. Other lands to explore, parties to see…I want you to have every experience you’ve been denied your entire life. Don't half-ass it, okay? Promise me?” 

Loki caressed your cheek and nodded. “I make this solemn vow, that if I survive tomorrow’s test, I will explore every delight and adventure this galaxy has to offer me over the next year, and should I decide to return to my love at the end of it, she will take me…all of me…as I am, forever and ever. And it will be here that we dwell, on New Asgard,” he promised. Your smile radiated relief in the moonlight, and you settled back onto the soft snow, Loki’s arm around you, where the two of you found yourselves drifting off, sleeping until nearly dawn the following morning. 

At noon the following day, the quinjet arrived, followed by three other small aircraft. Brunnhilde instructed the villagers to stay in their homes. She only gave you a quick farewell, admitting she was never much good at “the whole sentimentality thing.” 

Nick Fury, Maria Hill, Steve Rogers, and ten other S.H.I.E.L.D. agents disembarked and immediately took you and Loki into custody, bringing you into separate jets with them and flying off to an unknown testing location. As you got on board, you caught Loki’s eye one final time. You took the opportunity to say, “I love you.” 

He smiled and nodded warmly. “I’ll be waiting for you on the other side, my heart.”

You were then escorted onto the separate planes. After two hours, they landed, and you were escorted inside and taken into a large, white room, where an agent told you to sit in your handcuffs and await orders. 

An hour went by in total silence and loneliness, and you felt as if you couldn’t hold your brave face for much longer. Thankfully, Steve Rogers finally came for you. 

“Look, Y/N, I’m supposed to be impartial, but if I’m going to be honest with you…this is unfair. I don’t personally think you’re a threat to anyone.”

You sighed. “Then save us,” you said quietly. “Look at me! I need you to stabilize my gait!”

He shook his head. “I’m sorry. I wish I could do something for you. We’re out of time, anyway.”

As the timer officially hit ‘zero’ on your year’s reprieve, you were escorted down a sterile, while hallway, where he took you through several  pairs of swinging doors, finally taking you up a set of metal stairs and holding a thick glass door open for you. 

“The test will be taken inside,” Steve began to recite like a good soldier. “I’ve been instructed to inform you that while this room itself is not magic-proof, the outer walls and enforcements ARE resistant. Ten guards will always be surrounding the perimeter. Escape will be impossible. Once you are secured safely inside the pod, you will be given further instructions, and the test will commence.”

You gulped, your nerves suddenly hitting you like a swarm of killer bees. “What happens if I fail?”

Steve hesitated before looking down and saying quietly, “I would really advise you not to fail.” 

That was all you needed to hear. You nodded courteously at Steve, avoiding every urge you had in that moment to wrap your hands around his neck, and held out your wrists. He removed the cuffs and saw you inside, closing the door behind you. 

The bright white pod was a circular room, about twenty feet across (so a tight fit). Nothing was inside, save for Loki, who was kneeling on the floor, looking bewildered. 

“Loki?” you asked, falling into his waiting arms. “I thought we weren’t supposed to be together for--”

“--alright, listen up, you two. It’s time for your final exam.”

It was Fury’s voice coming over a speaker. You and Loki stilled everything but your breaths. 

“Here’s the game, and it’s a simple one: a death match. Any magic and weaponry you have on you is permitted, but you have six hours to make your choice.” 

Your skin went cold. This didn’t sound good. 

“What choice?” Loki asked, his voice cold and hard. 

“Only one of you can get out of this tank alive, kids,” said Fury. “Sorry, but whoever wins will have better control of themselves, Makes sense, right?”

“THIS IS HORSE SHIT!” Loki barked, jumping to his feet so quickly you fell off of him. “THIS IS NOT THE TEST!” 

“Sorry, Laufeyson, but it is. By midnight tonight, you must choose which one of you survives and which one dies, either by combat or diplomacy. I don't really give a hell how you do it.”

“And if we refuse?” you asked defiantly as Loki helped you to your feet. 

“If you are both alive at the sound of the buzzer, then a gas will fill the chamber and destroy you both. I would HIGHLY advise you not to let this timer run out."

A red digital clock appeared as a projection on the wall, set to six hours exactly.

"Now, if there are no further questions, let the test begin.”

He hung up the speaker before any further protestation could be made, leaving you and Loki to your great and terrible decision as the clock began ticking. 

One more chapter and an epilogue to go! Sorry this one was longer, I had to properly set up for the finale! Please reblog and comment if you like!

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The Wrong One

Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader

Reader met Steve while he was on the run and stood behind him through everything. Until Steve saw Peggy again.

Bucky helps her pick up the pieces.

Chapter 13: The Chase

Warnings: swearing, angst

Y/N was working very hard not to lose it. She knew that wouldn't help anything but it was hard keeping herself together when her bastard ex had disappeared with her little girl. Every minute that passed made her more anxious before Bucky reminded her about the tracking chip.

Bucky pulled out his phone and logged onto the Stark network to open the tracking app. It showed Winnie was steadily moving east over the Atlantic Ocean.

He called Sam and Bruce to join them on the trip as back up. Then he called Brunnhilde and Shuri, gave them the info about the tracking app and arranged to meet them overseas.

Bucky wasn't taking any chances, Steve had been unhinged since he came back so they would take as many fighters as they could find.

While they waited for Sam and Bruce to arrive at the Tower Bucky's phone rang. When he pulled it out he saw it was a private number and answered it quickly. "Yeah?"

A familiar, feminine spoke so softly he might not have heard it without the serum "Bucky?"

He grunted in response.

The voice whispered "Um hi Bucky, this, uh this is Sharon. I'm with Steve and Sarah, the baby, she's ok, but Steve is not himself." She paused for a few seconds. "We are getting ready to land in Paris soon. We're headed for a safe house in the South of France. Shit he's coming back." And the line went dead.

He looked over to Y/N with what he hoped was a reassuring look

"That was Sharon Carter. She's with Steve, she said they are landing in Paris soon and headed to a safe house in the South of France. She-"

Before he could say anything more she was pelting him with questions "Sharon Carter? Peggys niece?" She scoffed "Figures. Where in the South of France? Is Winnie ok? What safe house? Is there a list of them? What's taking Sam so long?" She looked at him with tears in her eyes "Bucky, please."

He wrapped his arms around her "I know doll. Sharon said Winnie is ok but she called her Sarah. Let's head up to the landing pad and get the quinjet going. Ok?" He looked in her eyes "I promise, we will get her back."

Y/N bristled "What do you mean she called her Sarah? Steve thinks he can just disappear with my baby and change her name? What the fuck is wrong with him? He hasn't acted like the man I fell in love with since he saw Peggy. Why is he doing this to me?"

Her face showed her anguish.

Bucky held her and whispered promises into her hair.

They walked with his arm around her shoulders until they entered the jet and she sat right behind the pilots seat, practically bouncing from her anxiety.

Sam showed up a few minutes later with Bruce trailing behind him "What the Hell is going on here, Bucky?"

Bucky growled "Fucking Steve is going on. Today was his visitation with Winnie and he never brought her back. The tracker shows them headed east and Sharon Carter called and told me they're going to a safe house in the South of France."

Bruce was confused and a bit groggy "Steve did what? I don't understand."

Bucky looked at him seriously "Steve has lost it and keeps fucking up. We are going to find him and get Winnie back to her mother"

Y/N looked at them and waved shyly. Sam bent over to kiss her on her head then sat in the copilot seat and Bruce still looked confused.

Bucky made sure she was strapped in before taking his seat and taking off.

On the flight Y/N tried to explain everything to Bruce but kept becoming choked up so Sam and Bucky had to help fill in the blanks.

Even after hearing everything Bruce was still confused, none of this sounded like the man he knew but the Blip had messed with a lot of people mentally, whether they were snapped or not. He knew Steve had taken the loss personally but that still didn't excuse or explain his current behavior.

Bucky tried to convince Y/N to get some rest during the long flight but she just couldn't. The few times she succumbed her dreams were full of a maniacal Steve and crying Winnie and she woke even more distressed.

Sam and Bucky discussed tactics, keeping in mind that Steve knew them all which meant he knew their fighting styles, the serum and the absolute priority of keeping Winnie safe. All 3 men had heavy hearts and didn't look forward to fighting with their friend but there seemed to be no choice.

When they were close to Europe they decided to land in Nice, hoping to be closer to Steve's destination.

Bucky went to talk to Y/N before they landed.

He crouched down and took her hands "I'm gonna need you to stay behind in case Steve gets violent, he's unpredictable and I can't have you getting hurt." He took a deep breath "I need you to trust me, doll. I'll get our girl back safe, promise."

She shook her head "So I'm supposed to just sit around waiting? No, Bucky I'm not staying in the jet, I'll stay back out of the fight but Winnie needs me asap. I didn't give Steve enough breast milk to last this long and she doesn't like formula." Her eyes filled with tears "My sweet girl must be so scared and hungry."

Bucky just realized something "You haven't pumped since we left. Did you even bring your pump? Are you ok?"

She looked down "No, I forgot to grab it. I'm ok just a little uncomfortable. I'll go in the bathroom and see what I can express but it's not important. Getting Winnie back is all I care about."

Bucky shook his head "Sweetheart, you need to take care of yourself to take care of her. Remember all the problems you can have if your milk gets backed up? I need you to take care of yourself so I can focus on getting your girl back."

She nodded and smiled softly "Our girl" she corrected before giving him a kiss and heading for the back of the plane.

Bucky's face morphed into a goofy, lovestruck smile as she walked away.

He told himself "I'm gonna marry that woman" before returning to the pilots seat and the emotionless mask he kept on missions.

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At the airport in Paris, Sharon was trying to calm 'Sarah' down and feed her a bottle of formula which the baby refused, pushing it away and wailing "Noooo!! Maaaa Maaaa, peeeese Maaaa Maaaa" she looked around desperately "BuBu, Bubu n Maaaa Maaaa, peeeese!"

Steve was arguing with the rental car agent because he forgot to bring the baby's car seat and expected the rental company to have them available without charge. When he realized how many people were paying attention to his raised voice he backed down and quietly accepted the keys for the car they gave him.

He walked over to where Sharon was trying to calm the baby "Could you quiet her down? You act like you're afraid of her. What kind of woman can't take care of a baby?" He leaned over to pick the baby up "Come on, my sweet Sarah. Daddy's got you."

Winnie wouldn't go to him and pushed his hands away from her, more forcefully than he expected from a baby that wasn't even a year old yet. She cried as she hit at him.

Steve had enough, he picked her up and held onto both of her hands in one of his "Sarah, stop fighting me. It's daddy, remember? You know me sweet girl."

Winnie screamed and shook her head "Noooo!" And pointed at herself "Wwiinneee"

He lost it "No! Now shut up before I shut you up, you little brat" and got in her face with bared teeth. Winnie whimpered and tried to be quiet but her small sobs broke through.

He looked to Sharon "Come on we need to hit the road. You're useless with her but you can at least carry her things to the car."

Sharon looked at him in shock "What about a car seat?"

Steve scoffed "We don't have time for that, she'll be fine. Just quit bitching and grab her bag." He looked at her coldly "Unless you want to disappear too."

Sharon shook her head and quickly grabbed Winnies diaper bag before following behind him.

Steve smirked "About time you made yourself useful. We need to get out of the city as soon as possible."

When they stopped for fuel, Steve went to the restroom and Sharon tried to call Bucky again. All she could say before she saw Steve coming back was "Baby is fine we are on the road headed South" and disconnected.

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When they landed at the airport in Nice they loaded up in a rental car and were on the road quickly. They followed the tracker and ended up in a very upscale area, pulling into the driveway of a gated home next to the house the tracker showed.

They got out of the car and snuck into the home, Y/N was looking around for any sign of people when she heard soft cries and found a woman sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. Her face and blonde hair were bloody and a large knife was embedded in her shoulder. Y/N just stared in shock.

Sam entered the room "Holy shit! Sharon? What happened?" He crouched down right next to her to assess her injuries.

Sharon looked up at him and rasped out "He found out I called Bucky and punished me. Please...."

Sam shushed her "Don't talk, it's alright. We'll get you some help."

Bucky strode into the room. Place is empty, no sign of Steve, or-" he stopped and stared "Sharon? Jesus what did he do to you?"

Sharon tried to talk but started coughing until Sam gave her some water.

Bucky saw Y/N still frozen looking at what Steve did and went to her "Hey, doll. It's alright. Ambulance is on its way to get Sharon, she's hurt but they'll fix her up. Steve is on the move, we need to be too."

She looked at him, dazed and nodded her head "yeah, need to go." and let him lead her back to the car.

Chapter 14

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A(way) F(rom) K(eyboard)

Chubby!Thor x plus size reader

Thor needs help defeating his arch nemesis Noobmaster69 and he knows just the person to ask.

Warnings: implied smut, nudity, friends to lovers, violence against a controller, takes place after blip

WC: 1.2k

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“By Odin’s beard!” Thor thundered, throwing his controller at the cabin wall, immediately smashing it to pieces. “Woah man. I didn’t think that was necessary.” The god snarled at Korg who was innocently perched on the ratty recliner in the corner of the room, completely surrounded by empty beer cans, his own small gameboy in his crystal hands.

“It’s this-“ Thor squinted at the large TV screen, bending over his spread thighs as he did so. “-Noobmaster69! They have killed me countless times already! They must be cheating, there is no possible way that I can be bested yet again.” He grumbled before picking up a half drunk beer and throwing it back, ignoring the stale taste. Yanking his gray hoodie down over his protruding belly, he glared at the screen which still displayed evidence of his defeat.

“Well you know, we might need some help. But no one here plays any sort of video game.” Meek gave a purr of approval to the idea, poking his head out from the pile of laundry he was buried under, a sock sticking to his purple skin. The soft music from the game echoed through the room. 

Suddenly, Thor shot up out of the couch, dislodging the takeout containers that surrounded him. “I know!” And he was out the door, barely stopping in time to slip on his crocs.

——————

The house was at the edge of New Asgard. It was a small cottage surrounded by a field of wildflowers that seemed a veritable rainbow of colours. The 6 '5 god stumbled up the cobblestone path and threw open the door, knowing the cabin’s inhabitant wouldn’t mind him barging in.

“Y/N! I am in need of your assistance!” He shouted into the quiet of the house as he flicked off his shoes, not wanting to get mud on her floors. “I’m in the bedroom!” Her melodic voice called back from the back of the building where her small bedroom was and he took off in that direction, absentmindedly running a hand over his hair in an attempt to smooth it down.

The former Avenger had moved with him to Norway to help him and Brunnhilde establish the new town. Her tech savvy nature had made her the definitive I.T. department for the whole population and now Thor was in dire need of that. 

“That brainless fool has defeated me again and I- you’re not wearing any clothes.” As Thor walked into the bedroom, he froze, jaw dropping open, his different coloured eyes widening. Y/N’s body was completely naked, her glorious curves practically glowing against the midday sunlight streaming into the bedroom. 

“Yes, that’s what happens when you get out of the shower. What did you need help with?” She asked nonchalantly, gracefully walking over to her dresser, making no attempt to cover up. Thor watched the way her plump ass bounced as she moved. Then he caught himself and immediately shifted his gaze to the ceiling, hands coming to rest in front of him, hyper aware of how he was reacting to his best friend’s body.

“You’re um you’re naked.” Y/N chuckled, shuffling through the top drawer. “Yes we’ve been over that. Why do you need help?” The god shuffled nervously, clearing his throat. He could feel his cock hardening beneath his sweatpants the longer he stood so close to this stunningly plump woman that he had been crushing on for years.

“I’ve totally forgotten why I’m here. It is hard to think when you do not have any clothes on.” “I didn’t think seeing someone naked would phase you.” She teased, spinning back around on her heel to lean against the bureau, resting her weight on her hands behind her, pushing her considerable bust forward.

Thor’s eyes dropped briefly to her body, drinking in her soft flesh before he scolded himself and looked away once more. “Yes but it’s you.” “Oh?” A wave of panic shot through him at what he interpreted as an offended tone. “Not like that! I mean you’re absolutely gorgeous! Wait I mean no you’re not! No you are! I just didn’t mean to say that. You’re beautiful and you have really nice-“ He held his hands in front of his chest, miming a pair of breasts.

“But you’re also smart! So smart! And nice. And- I’m getting off topic. What was I talking about?” “My tits.” Y/N replied. Thor’s face went beat red and he swallowed thickly, squeezing his eyes shut in embarrassment. “My lady, I don't know if this is an appropriate topic of discussion.”

“Oh really?” She purred, slipping across the room to stand before the king, resting her hands on his strong pecs, feeling the frantic beat of his heart beneath her palms as she pressed her soft stomach into his own. “Why’s that my king?” Thor’s breath hitched at the title. With slightly shaky hands, he tentatively cupped her wide hips, leaving his hands relaxed as if waiting for her to reject him. Y/N smiled up at the god, moving her touch up to his neck.

“I don’t think friends should talk about other friends’…” “Tits.” “Yes that. One should not talk about their friends’ things.” She hummed like she was thinking for a moment, then buried her fingers in Thor’s long hair, yanking his face down to her eye level. “Well then, it’s a good thing we aren’t friends.” “We’re not?” Thor sounded genuinely confused and hurt but Y/N continued. “We’re not about to be.”

She surged forward and their lips met in a passionate kiss, which he immediately melted into. Her lips tasted like chamomile tea and honey as he pulled her closer to him by her hips, needing every part of her body to be pressed his own. Y/N moaned into his mouth, her lips parting just enough for his tongue to slip inside, deepening the kiss even further. 

When her nails dug into his scalp, he finally released her but kept their faces close, the tips of their noses brushing together. “See, friends don’t kiss like that.” She murmured, not wanting to break the atmosphere that the room had been plunged into. Thor’s mouth turned up in a beautiful smile. “I suppose not. And I suppose that friends do not take other friends to bed to ravish them?” He smirked as her e/c eyes grew darker with lust.

“No they don’t.” She said breathily. “Good because if we are not friends anymore, then that is exactly what I intend to do.” And so without any warning, the god of thunder picked up the smaller woman and threw her down onto her bed. “Prepare yourself my queen for I intend to ruin you.”

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Coping Mechanisms

Summary: The fight is over. Mourning has begun. And the rescue mission to bring Tony home has another addition.

Pairings: Natasha x Fem!Reader, Carol x Reader (best friends).

Genre: Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Light smut, breast play, lots of kissing, death, anguish.

A/N: I might make this a mini-series, but idk.

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The vastness of space was something you still hadn’t gotten over. The distance between the different ends of nebulae surrounding you as you flew were thousands of light years across. The bright colours sparkled in your vision, the nebulae thrilling to fly through as the particles tickled your dense skin. Of course, every now and then Carol flew into your vision and you grinned at her, admiring how the energy within her rippled across her body before you came to a stop.

“Over there.” She pointed to a wrecked ship, flying towards the front.

You then followed her direction to go at the back of the ship, pushing it whilst she held the underside steady. After being given the all-clear, Carol and you began to fly to the little blue planet in the distance, slowly bringing the ship down onto the ground.

You landed beside Carol, who was looking at a small group of people almost expectantly. 

The shorter blonde analysed you carefully. You were probably 6’4, and the dark purple hue of your hair was almost as black as the sky in the nighttime. The suit of dark blue with a sapphire-like gem at the centre of your chest was… well-shaped to your body. A set of shorts attached to your top via a similar blue gem, only bigger. Your eyes were the same dark blue, but you didn’t even have white sclera, just a lighter blue ring to show off your irises.

The words exchanged by the team were foreign to you before Carol gestured for you to go to Natasha, surprising her with a sudden kiss on the lips. As you pulled back, you looked at the others within the group whilst Carol smirked at you.

“Thank you. I am Y/N of Tamaran. Our kind learn languages by the act of touching, but kissing allows complete knowledge instantly.” You smiled at her. 

“Useful. I’m Natasha.” The Widow introduced herself.

“Why didn’t you just kiss Carol if you needed to learn English?” The blonde man to your right spoke, who Natasha quickly introduced as Steve.

“I would not interfere with the relations between Carol and Brunnhilde.” You looked to your friend, who thanked you.

“Now, let’s all get inside.” The strawberry-blonde Pepper muttered, holding Tony upright.

“Natasha, are there any spare rooms Y/N could use?” Carol asked once they were inside.

“Uh… yeah, yeah, there should be some. Follow me.” She told you, to which you followed closely behind.

“This is my room.” She gestured to the first door. “This is your room.” She opened the second.

You entered the plain room, with greyed walls and simple white sheets whilst an ensuite to your left had you curious. “We are sharing?” You questioned aloud when you saw through the doors to Natasha’s room, heavily decorated with memorabilia and nick nacks. 

“Yes. Unfortunately, Stark didn’t think there’d be enough people living here at once to need separate bathrooms.” Natasha chuckled, listening to your low-voiced chuckle too.

“You are funny.” You complimented.

“Thank you.” She hesitantly took it, surprised you gave it so freely.

“If it is not a concern, I will be showering now.” 

Natasha quickly shut the door before she could see your assets… not that she’d already been looking.

After your shower, you stepped out into the room with the towel wrapped around your waist, moving to the cupboard to find the drawers filtering to fit your size. You took a magenta long-sleeve shirt and some dark grey pants, also grabbing some underwear before you stepped out of the room and followed the sound of voices.

“We need not raise our voices to converse.” You spoke, silencing the room before you smiled. “That is better.” 

“Y/N, I think it’d be best if you stayed in your new room.” Carol advised, to which you looked at her carefully.

“I trust your judgement. If anybody needs me, you will be able to find me in my room.” You declared before leaving, not noticing the way Natasha looked at you almost guiltily. 

After a few minutes, Carol came to your room with a rough knock. “Yes?” You answered the door.

“We’re going to kill Thanos. You need to stay here.”

“I do not know if you remember from our previous fights, Carol, but I am as capable in fighting as you are. I remember besting you in combat training several hundred times.” You raised an eyebrow, a snicker coming from outside your field of view.

Carol’s expression fell and you took her hand in yours. “I tease, my friend. If it is personal, then I understand. Go.” 

She gave you a look of thanks before she hugged you. “We’ll be back soon. Try not to wreck your new home.” 

You chuckled at her quip before you watched her leave, closing your door to view the team of heroes moving out onto the tarmac where the Benatar had been repaired by a few robots. The ship rose into the sky and you sighed, wishing you could see the beautiful nebulae like you had done on your journey to this planet, C-53.

When they returned, you hovered down to the tarmac to see them all with void expressions. Nobody had a smile, yet nobody had a frown.

“Did you win? Was Thanos killed?” You questioned Carol, but she just walked past you silently.

“Steve? Nebula? Rocket?”

Neither of them responded, and with Rhodey already in the air you had nobody else to turn to but Natasha. “Natasha? Did we win?”

She took your hand but didn’t answer, guiding you back through the halls towards her room. You initially protested on entering her room but she tugged slightly harder on your arm and you walked in, albeit nervous.

Natasha didn’t seem like a person. She looked, sounded and felt like a corpse. Her body was freezing and not even the shower could do anything about it. After coming out of the shower, she changed and turned to see your eyes observing the fading dusk. 

“Y/N.” She spoke hoarsely.

“May I look now? Carol once told me it was impolite to look upon someone changing, even if that person was as stunningly beautiful as you-” Your ramble was cut off as Natasha pushed you back on the bed.

“I just… I need to not be alone.” She whispered as she lay down on top of you, her chest against yours whilst her left leg intertwined with your right.

“Are you sure?” You asked her.

She nodded. “I need to forget.” 

You gently caressed the curve of her ass before your hands trickled up her sides and past her breasts, the two synchronised hands eventually stopping their dangerous dance at her shoulders. “I cannot promise you a night of forgetting.” You murmured.

“I really don’t fucking care right now.” She replied, leaning down to kiss you needily.

Your hands fell back to her ass as she slowly grinded on top of you, your thigh coming to her centre as a means of pleasure. Still kissing her, your fingers clenched onto her shirt before you tore it straight off of her, your rising hands noticing no bra underneath.

She breathily came away from your lips just in time for you to flip her onto her back, peeling the rest of her shredded shirt off. You then removed her shorts and slowly caressed back up her torso, flicking your thumbs over her nipples which released a soft moan.

“You are incredibly sensitive.” You commented before you kissed her again, slowly dotting several against her perfect skin until you came to her neck.

“Fuck, Y/N. How are you so good at this?” She asked breathlessly, incredibly turned on by your recent displays of strength.

“You don’t need to know that.” You muttered, keeping one hand to tweak her nipples interchangeably whilst the other went further south.

Another louder moan, followed by a gasp, came from the Widow. Her neck was turned to allow you to suck on her pulse point, your fingers delicately swiping through her folds to massage her clit.

You kissed her again, admiring the way her lips locked with yours like they were two puzzle pieces. However, it was short-lived as you trailed down her body, leaving kisses on either nipple before licking and sucking against different places.

“What was this?” Your gentle finger traced over a scar on her hip.

“Bullet.” She answered shortly, her breaths slowing down as you stared at the marking.

“But… Why is it different from the rest of your skin? Do Terrans not have functional bodily systems? Are you chronically or terminally ill?” 

Natasha sat up - this was not how she was expecting this to go. “It’s called a scar, Y/N. Humans, or Terrans as you say, can’t repair everything back to exactly how it was.”

You looked over her body, now seeing lots of smaller marks dotted along her chest and sides. “You are covered in them. How did they happen?” 

“That’s a story for another time. And now my mood is killed.” She huffed, lying back down on the bed.

You lay back down next to her, the Widow’s keen eyes seeing a display of nerves in your own. “I am sorry for… ‘killing the mood’.” You spoke the phrase carefully.

Natasha sighed, curling up to you. “Don’t worry about it.”

She was surprised, however, when she felt your lips kiss her skin again. The way your tongue moved underneath your plump lips had a shiver trail down her spine, noticing how you got closer and closer to her breast before they latched onto her nipple.

“I guess y-you’re still in the mood?” 

You detached after a moment of kissing, sucking and biting. “If this mood you are referencing is about making you forget about today’s events, then yes, I am still in this mood.” 

Natasha shook her head at you, moving to lie on top of you as you continued kissing her chest. “Then by all means, Tamaranean - make me forget.”

The next morning, you woke to Natasha’s empty room. You noticed your clothes you’d thrown haphazardly last night were folded and resting on the end of the bed, a note on top of them as you climbed out of the bed.

-Make the bed when you’re leaving. Thx. NR-

You did as she asked and made your way to the kitchen, seeing a few glum faces including Carol’s as breakfast was being made. Some munched on cereal, others had a piece of fruit or toast. A sigh came from Carol as she stood from her spot, moving towards the cupboards to take out a pan.

“Come on, I need to teach you how to cook if you’re going to stay on this planet.” 

You grabbed a few ingredients from the fridge and cupboard before you pushed her aside. “I can cook, Carol.” 

“Since when?” She raised an eyebrow. “It’s not like you kissed anyone again last night.”

“Incorrect. Natasha and I-”

The Widow’s hand slapped on top of your mouth, silencing the next few words. The team all suddenly had eyes on her, some of them even disgusted.

“Would you look at that? Romanoff’s already back to her previous habits.” Tony scoffed, sipping on his juice given by Rhodey. 

“Shut it, Stark.” She warned him.

“Uh, no. No, I don’t think so. Because whilst we sit around and mope, you’ve already moved on from everything. You’re even banging the alien who’s not even been here for 24 hours.” He continued, but you quickly caught Natasha’s hand as she swung at his face.

“Violence is not a language you should speak with your friends.” 

“Don’t tell me what to do, Y/N.” She growled, pulling her fist free from your hand. 

You watched her storm off before you turned back to Tony, a drunken smirk on his lips. “Disrespecting your teammates is not the way to grieve. Just because Natasha’s way of coping is sexual, your habit of alcohol is not at all healthier.”

“Piss off.” He grumbled.

“Y/N, with all due respect, you don’t understand.” Rhodey tried, but you folded your arms and raised an eyebrow at him.

“I do. I am the last of my planet, which died when I was what you call a teenager. The Kree took me in and helped me refine my techniques, but I was on the wrong side of a gruesome war. I left, with Carol, and we’ve helped countless more deal with the pain of loss. If anyone is more skilled in grieving, General Rhodes, it is I.” 

Your tall stature glared at Rhodey before you turned back to cook your breakfast, being silent as the boys talked with each other. However, after you finished and cleaned up, you heard solid thuds coming from an unfamiliar room.

You followed the sound until you found Natasha hitting against a bag, the solid thuds connecting well. You simply leaned against the wall and waited for her to finish her set of combinations, her sweating body looking towards you.

“What do you want?” She asked grumpily.

“If there is one thing I know, it is that combat is a universal language. You are training to release anger and frustration.” You observed.

“Obviously.” She scoffed.

“It is a healthy coping mechanism. But, much like anything, too much is unhealthy.” You added, walking over to her.

“Hitting a punching bag over and over again will not help you. A variety is what you need.” 

You brought her over to the sparring mats and pressed against your necklace, a small blush from Natasha as she remembered the way it hung from your neck last night. With a step back, she watched your suit unravel onto your body before your eyes reopened.

“Now, shall we spar?” 

Natasha felt it almost became a game to see who could get as many hits as possible before the timer went out. You had a small grin whenever you landed a gentle hit on her, whilst she hit your body with full force and it didn’t even seem to faze you. 

As the timer went off, you both got a drink of water but you stood whilst she sat. “Thanks for this, Y/N.” She murmured.

“You’re more than welcome. Like I said last night, feel free to whenever you’d like.” You shrugged, wiping the sweat off of your brow.

Natasha looked at you carefully. “What do you mean?” 

You turned around at the question. “Pardon?”

“What do you mean by that?” She asked again.

“Exactly what I said.” You tilted your head. “Do I need to kiss you again? Maybe I didn’t get enough English.”

Natasha shook her head and watched you walk out of the room like nothing had happened. She looked up at the clock and sighed - a day and a half you’d been here and you’d already confused her more than any other Avenger ever had.

A few days passed where Natasha hardly saw you. She stayed in her room, only leaving for a gym session or a meal, the latter of which was slowly dwindling. 

But a simple phone call had her fall to her knees in the middle of the gymnasium. 

Hellish screams woke you from your sleep-in and you immediately shot out of the room to find Natasha bent over in agony, clutching a pocket-covered vest in her hands as her screams shook her entire body.

You scooped her up in your arms, her nails dragging sharply against you but they didn’t pierce your skin. She simply continued to wail as tears soaked her face and your shirt, her fist banging against your chest.

“WHY DID HE HAVE TO DO THIS?! IT’S NOT FAIR!” She howled against you, your eyes lifting to the others but they were just as lost as you were.

“Nat, what’s happening-”

She cut Steve off by kicking him away, her heel almost breaking his sternum as he struggled to breathe. The others instantly stepped back, afraid of what she would do. 

“Breathe, Natasha. You’re going to fall unconscious if you don’t take some deep breaths.” You murmured in-between her cries.

The team watched in wonder as you calmed the Widow down to the point of weak whimpers and sniffles, tears still streaming down her face. 

“Who is gone, Natasha?” You asked, your lips pressed to her temple.

She shook her head defiantly, looking around at the others before you hovered off of the ground and flew slowly through the compound. At her door, you opened it gently and laid her down on the neatly-made bed. 

“There’s nobody here but you and me, Natasha. Who has left this plane of existence?” You asked her softly, pushing away the tear-soaked strands of hair from her beautiful face.

“M-My little sister. Yelena...” She stammered, her face screwing into complete anguish as she said her name.

You lay down next to her and continued to brush away her tears, combing your fingers through her hair gently. You didn’t say anything, for nothing was needed - Natasha needed to process this pain, grieve it properly so that she could, even though it sounds dickish, move on with her life.

As soon as she fell asleep, you quietly wrote a small note explaining your absence and left her room. 

Part 2

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[thewitchandtheassassin]

Hello, Stranger (Valkyrie x Reader)

Summary: Time heals most wounds.

Words: 910

Warnings: Violence, language, mentioned death.

A/N: I took a brief hiatus to deal with some family issues, but we back, babes.

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-X-

Confronting Hela was something Valkyrie had never planned to do again. Joining Thor on his reckless crusade to save his remaining people and end his sister’s reign of terror, she’d expected to be really drunk and fighting until she couldn’t any longer. Instead, she was seeing the dark haired, vile princess Odin had masterfully crafted (and subsequently destroyed) once again.

“Ah, the last Valkyrie,” Hela cooed. “How tragic it must be, to see what you fought so valiantly fought for in devastation all because your kind couldn’t manager to do your duty and protect them. It must eat at your very soul.”

Valkyrie’s grip on her sword tightened, righteous fury burning bright in her eyes as she stared at the woman who’d taken everything from her centuries ago – and was trying to do the same again.

“Your little girlfriend, (Y/N). Now she was a true Valkyrie. Father was not thrilled with your relationship, you know. He hated his two best warriors were frolicking about together. My final hope of making amends with him was killing her, spilling her mighty blood all over the throne room so you would have no distractions, but to no avail. Such a waste. She would’ve made a fine queen.”

The tip of her blades dragged across the bridge as she glanced between Brunnhilde and her brother casually, a pleased smirk on her lips. Hearing your name again had left Valkyrie frozen in misery, the past washing over her like a tsunami. It was no secret you’d been murdered but to know it was done to appease the man who inadvertently caused all this destruction?

“I’ll kill you,” Valkyrie promised, voice wavering.

“We shall kill you,” Thor amended with a firm nod, sparing Valkyrie a sympathetic glance. “You will not have Asgard.”

Hela’s eyes darkened. “I am Asgard.”

Thor surged with power as he charged his sister, deflecting her blades with a fair amount of ease. Valkyrie followed suit, rage fueling every movement. Could she kill the Goddess of Death? Probably not. Would she do her best to knock that stupid crown off the woman’s head, even if it meant dying in the process?

Absolutely.

Blinded by anger, she was oblivious to the lone figure lingering on the other side of the bridge. All she could envision was your pain; wondered what your last moments must’ve been like as Hela plunged a blade into your chest. Or did she slit your throat? Did you even know it was coming?

Everyone had known the princess fancied you but you’d never strayed from Brunnhilde’s side, both her partner in battle and in life. She doubted Hela had killed you simply for Odin’s satisfaction; if she couldn’t have you, Hela was going to make sure no one could.

“She died a hero,” Valkyrie hissed, sword meeting armor as she glared at the smug goddess. “You will die a bitter, worthless, forgotten murderer.”

The change in Hela was immediate as her free hand clamped around Valkyrie’s throat, the pressure dangerous as she dragged their faces close together.

“You did not deserve her. I would slain Odin where he stood if she had asked me to; if she had given me a chance instead of you. It’s a shame I can’t keep your soul from joining hers in the afterlife, but it’s a small price to pay.”

Valkyrie’s fingers tried prying Hela’s loose but as her head began to swim, her grip weakened. Her eyes lazily drifted over towards Thor, watching him struggle to combat the plethora of blades raining upon his form. He wouldn’t save her in time and she was at peace with that, knowing she’d see you soon.

Hell, she could see you now, though she was certain you were a mirage or a spirit meant to guide her onward.

(Y/N)…

Your face became vividly detailed as your hand wrapped around a branch of spikes, yanking Hela’s head backwards and knocking Valkyrie from her hold. Crumpling to the bridge in a startled heap, she couldn’t help the tears springing forth at the sight of you calmly beating the truly stunned goddess like she was nothing but a training bag. Maybe it was surprise stunting her movements or maybe you’d just gotten stronger over time.

She didn’t know – and she didn’t care.

“I – you –”

Tilting your head, you kicked Hela squarely in the chest, forcing her back to the bridge as you stared down at her.

“I’ve waited centuries for this,” you sneered, the first glimpse of emotion crossing your features. “I knew you were going to kill me. Either at Odin’s behest or in your own fit of ugly jealously. I visited the Light Elves, in hopes of finding a piece of magic that might keep my soul even if my body were to meet an end. And I found one. I simply forgot that elven magic takes time and for them, I’m sure thousands of years mean nothing.”

Peering over to the blond man, you gestured to the goddess.

“She’s all yours.”

Ignoring the creature bursting forth from the remains of Asgard – and tuning out the blond man’s banter with Hela – you strolled over to Valkyrie, offering a hand and a familiar smile. The bridge trembled as a bolt of lightning sent the would-be queen plummeting into the water, but you didn’t spare it a single moment of thought. Their apparent family squabbles were none of your concern.

All you could see was her.

“Hello, stranger.”

#valkyrie x reader #valkyrie imagine #thor ragnorak #marvel cinematic universe #marvel imagine #mcu imagine #MCU fanfiction

[romanoffsbish]

Treacherous

Valkyrie x Fem!Reader

A Torn up Masterpiece

Warnings: Naive R/Fuckboy King V, Summer Fling, heartbroken R.

Smut: King (V), Princess (R), Thigh Riding (R), Oral/Fingering allusion (R).

18 + | Minors DNI

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Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don't touch.—And I'll do anything you say if you say it with your hands, and  I'd be smart to walk away, but you're quicksand...

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One moment you’re entering the hall of the charity gala to rebuild Asgard, wearing a two piece suit that deliciously pushed your breasts over the edge, accentuated your ass, and left your midriff bare. Then the next you’re being pulled from the dance floor to come face to face with the woman you’ve been sleeping with.

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“Princess.,” you smiled softly., “What have I told you about dressing more modestly?,” you pouted instantly., “But, I just wanted to look good for you My King.,” you innocently said, but the glint in your eyes spoke of deviance.

Valkyrie swiveled your bodies around until she could press your body into the cold wall., “Oh, princess you look absolutely delectable.,” she whispered before leaning in to capture your lips., “So much so that now I am neglecting my duties so that I can ravish you as you deserve.”

"Fuck.," you breathily whispered as Valkyrie slipped her thigh in between your parted legs., "That's right princess, use your Kings thigh to get off.," she chuckled as you whined pitifully., "Don't whine now, or you'll remain empty."

Valkyrie's face was smug as your whimpering was now derived from the pleasure you were getting from her muscular leg pressed against your bare cunt., "There you go princess, let me hear how good you feel.," she hotly demanded.

Strong hands held you by your hips, and as your movements grew sloppier she took over., "Such a messy thing you are.,” she chuckled, and your body shivered when her hot breaths smoothed across your skin as her lips found purchase against the column of your throat. With your head thrown back like this it was easy to leave her mark behind, and your loud moans in response to her suckling were her sign that you loved her falsely claiming you.

“My King, I-I need.,” Valkyrie flexed her thigh., “Let go for me princess.,” and just like that your hips momentarily stilled before your body began to convulse from the immense pleasure., “You’re so beautiful when you come undone like this for me honey.,” her lips pressed into yours, she continued to guide you through the after effects of your orgasm while swallowing your every moan until you were breathless.

Once you’d looked to her with a relaxed, yet dopey smile she’d smirked right back., “I don’t know about you princess, but I’m famished.,” you went to agree, and offer to help collect her a plate of food from the gala, but she swiftly dropped to her knees, the words dying on your tongue when she looked up at you with a deep hunger in her eyes., “Such a pretty pussy.”

“Now this is a meal fit for a King.,” she teases while tossing your leg over her shoulder and you whimpered as she leaned in closer to your glistening cunt and blew cold air against your sensitive folds., “I’m going to devour you.”

Gluttony was truly synonymous with royalty, because the betrothed woman remained true to her words as she used her masterful tongue and dexterous fingers to fuck you to sleep…

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This path is reckless...

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The dance you found yourself entangled in with the King of New Asgard was dangerous, but the exhilaration was far too alluring to stop. Every red flag waving before you was ignored, your naive heart leading you astray, and as the Summer progressed the occurrences only became more frequent. To you it was a budding relationship, but to the King it was an already established fling, because affairs of the heart were not something she would engage in.

The woman was a valiant warrior to many, even to you at times, but in the bedroom she was uncharacteristically tender, and maybe that’s where your heart misinterpreted things. Her words were stern whenever she’d remind you of the nature of your affairs, but then as she held your body down, bringing you nothing but flashes of white hot bliss, she was so soft.

Her plump lips, her caresses, and her words always left your heart aching for a permanence. Something she herself recklessly whispered in the heat of the moment, it was unfair to make such promises, but she couldn’t help herself. Every single time—without fail, you’d believe her, it was easy to do when she’d gently clean you up, and cuddle you close after each session.

Then the illusion would fade as she clambered out of your bed, and slipped back into her garb.

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All we are is skin and bone; trained to get along—Forever going with the flow, but you're friction

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"Valkyrie...," the woman hummed as she turned to face you, her hand already on the doorknob., "Please, don't go. Stay the night."

The warrior smiled at you, the gesture worth a thousand, heartbreaking words, and your body crumpled into the mattress as she left without so much as an 'I can't.' You knew what this was when you started it, but deep down inside of you there was this childlike hope telling you that when she 'made love' to you in her tender ways that it always meant more than it did.

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This slope is treacherous... and  I, I, I like it

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Valkyrie was an addiction you surely couldn't get enough of, because no matter how many times she left you heartbroken you'd always come crawling back to her for more. Anything she had to offer was greedily appreciated; those long bony fingers of hers that reached depths you'd never imagined anyone finding. Her mouth that did wonders on you every time it ventured to your lower lips, urging your body into a never ending state of blinding bliss, just to recapture your upper swollen pair in a steamy make out afterwards that left you dizzy.

Valkyrie set your heart, and body ablaze in ways you’d honestly never experienced before.

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Two headlights shine through the sleepless night, and I will get you, and get you alone

Your name has echoed through my mind

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The more you thought about her, the more the urge to seek her out became apparent. Up until now she'd always be the one to come to you, when she needed to blow off steam, or if she saw you at an event in something she deemed worthy of removing. It'd been an entire week since she last left you alone in your bed, but that time came with unwelcome whispers of permanence., "This is it for us princess."

Except, she'd sounded so unsure, as if cutting this off wasn't what she wanted at all, and that's what you were clinging to as you drove to her headquarters with reckless abandon.

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This daydream is dangerous;

This hope is treacherous.

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However, her lack of correspondence should've been enough to deter you from fighting for something destined to end. If it had been maybe you wouldn't be on the verge of tears as you watch the woman escorting another into her office. A veiny hand on her lower back as she whispers something to make her giggle, and you nearly vomit when she looks at you.

Deja vu, that's what this is, because only just a few months back, as the Summer heat had began to set in she'd done this with you.

There was a flash of something in her eyes, but it was gone before you could place it, maybe it was remorse, but then she smirked, and your heart shattered as the door to her office closed with a subsequent thud, and a wanton moan.

All the deceptive warmth you felt earlier faded as you walked back to your car, the wind was harsher than before, and leaves fell before you. Autumn was here, the painful chill seeping into your every bone a telltale sign, perfectly timed you think. It was tauntingly reminiscent of the one that was now encasing your naive heart.

As you drove away, occasionally wiping the tears from your cheeks you hoped that feelings would fade just as fast as the seasons change...

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This slope is treacherous

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Firstly, congrats on 1800 fucking followers! So happy that everyone loves you as much as I do! Second, for your sleepover, can I request poly!Valkryie x poly!Maya Lopez x poly!fem!reader that run a coffeeshop and are testing new drinks one afternoon for the fall rush? I'm in a fluffy cozy mood lol

Pairing: Brunnhilde x g/n reader x Maya Lopez

Word Count: 500 words

Outline: Fixing new drinks in the coffee shop alongside your two girlfriends and business partners.

Author’s Note: ​That's such a cute idea! And you're ever the sweetest! We are going with a total no-powers au for this! hope you will enjoy it!

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It's the first cold night after a hot summer and you are sitting on the counter in the back of the small corner coffee shop that you share with your girlfriends. Brunnhilde is pouring some syrup into a full coffee cup followed by Maya pouring some foam over it.

"Hmmm, smells amazing." Your comment and take the cup in your hands bringing it to your nose. Maya signs to you that's too hot, don't be stupid but you can only chuckle at her and scrunch your nose. You blow some air over it and then you bring the mug close to your lips taking a small sip. Brunnhilde is shaking her head because she knows what's coming next yet. You immediately push the mug away, place it on the counter and run for the sink.

Maya signs to her 'what did you put in there' Brunnhilde just shrugs. "Just the perfect ingredient for the fall. Pepper."

Maya laughs as you are drinking water trying to stop your mouth from burning hoping to cleanse it. She rolls her eyes and signs to you 'told you to be careful.' you can only roll your eyes back to her as you are hanging on for your life. The next moment Brunnhilde is placing another mug on the counter, this time an orange one with a big white skeleton head on the front. She first pours in some caramel syrup and then pours inside some hot cappuccino.

"No, pepper!" You shout.

"Don't be greedy. This one is for Maya." Maya winks at you and then places some hazelnut syrup inside, making it extra sweet. Maya liked her sugary drinks, especially on a cold evening so she knew something like that would be a hit for the store. Brunnhilde then adds a couple of Halloween orange and black truffles on top of it and sets it aside. She signs to you 'I will wait a few minutes first' and you just stick out your tongue in response.

It's time for you to make a drink as well and you aim for an iced coffee. "For the sexy girls in the fall." You tell them and pour a cup into the Nespresso machine for some coffee to be made and then place a glass under it. You prepare another glass with ice, pumpkin syrup, and a little mix of creamer and milk and then pour the coffee over it, giving it a swirl with your skull-clad metallic straw, you proceed to take a sip moaning at the taste.

"Right..." Brunnhilde comments and takes the glass from you, taking a sip for herself, and then Maya does the same with a smirk. "Not bad, for a beginner. Could be much worse." Brunnhilde comments and Maya agrees.

"I am going to count it as a win."

The rest of the night went a little bit like this, trying new recipes for drinks and trying to decide on what to order for the store next.

The fall season is upon us.

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[deathmetalunicorn1]

Hello!

Request: can you do a RoR x Fem Hiccup Haddok reader from How to Train your Dragon, maybe interacting with the Norse gods seeing as Hiccup is a Viking.

Hope you are feeling better and if you can’t do the request that’s ok.

-It was intimidating for you at first, when you first arrived in Valhalla. You remember how your dad would tell you all about the great warriors and feasts that Valhalla would hold, and that only the best warriors would go there.

-If it had been before you met Toothless, you would have been beside yourself with anxiety, not believing that you belonged there. However, you earned your place, joining your tribe and the dragons that were once your enemies together.

-You met many other warriors of the past, many who had grand legacies, names that struck fear into the hearts of others, while your name was a little… not. You grew to appreciate your name, as it was part of who you were, just because your name was weak doesn’t mean that you were weak, you proved that time and time again, risking life and limb alongside Toothless to keep those you cared about and your home safe.

-The gods were the ones who were the most taken by you, surprisingly, as they were impressed with your dragon training skills! Even as gods, they sometimes had difficulties with dragons, let alone training them.

-Their praise and admiration did make you feel better about belonging here, it made your confidence grow!

-Brunnhilde enlisted your aid on training the dragons in Valhalla, and you were happy to help, eager for the chance to prove yourself!

-Odin was very impressed, watching you work with the dragons, acting and moving almost like you were a dragon yourself, and you didn’t let your prosthetic get in the way at all! When Odin first was watching you, you were nervous, as it felt like he was inspecting you, making sure you were good enough.

-Once you had the dragons docile enough were others, in small groups, could approach, Odin was first in line, as he was impressed and wanted to see the results of your hard work.

-Thor was another one who was impressed with your skills, but unlike Odin, you weren’t scared of Thor, which surprised him, and he was appreciative of it, because to you he felt kind of like a big brother, one who would watch out for you, and you just vibed with him.

-Loki was… an adventure himself, he was such a gremlin, constantly pulling pranks, making the dragons scatter and panic, and while you were scrambling to make sure they didn’t cause any damages, Loki was howling with laughter.

-Loki would cling to you, telling you that he was bored, and you were more than happy to provide him with some entertainment.

-He wasn’t expecting you to have him sitting on top of a dragon, on a saddle, moments later, holding onto a pair of reigns, “Uhh Y/N- are you sure this is a GOOD IDEA?!” As he was speaking you tapped the dragon’s back, telling it to go and it took to the skies, calling out happily.

-Brunnhilde and Thor were both trying hard to hide their laughter, failing miserably while Goll was clutching at her stomach, finding it hysterical.

-When Loki landed, he was pouting for a while, doing his best to ignore you, but making sure that you knew that he was ignoring you, acting like a child before you laughed warmly, “You asked me for something fun- that’s fun to me!”

-The Valkyries were the ones you worked the most with, as they were learning how to ride dragons, to give themselves options between their winged horses and dragons, to be prepared for anything that could happen.

-You had never imagined that you would have been accepted into Valhalla, but you weren’t complaining, you had new friends, new dragons to train and fly with, and you got the joy of teaching others how to do it as well.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror loki #ror thor #ror odin

[marvelsuperfangirl]

The King and her Queen

Valkyrie (Brunnhilde) x Fem!Reader

Summary : After the disappearance of half of humanity, who wouldn’t hit rock bottom of despair. Y/N has seen most of her loved ones dissolve into nothingness and doesn’t know what to do with her life. Until the unrealistic hope of getting a god’s help came to her mind. But when even that seems to be impossible, destiny plays its little game to introduce her to the one woman that can put her back on her feet : The King of Asgard.

Since her prime childhood, Y/N has always dreamed of living her own adventure. Being able to jump in the air and launch herself at the enemy to give them the fatal blow, at the same occasion saving her people and bringing the peace back. Or riding a magical creature. Or mastering mystical powers. And if she could’ve done that while wearing a super cool and ancient-looking armor or outfit, that would be even better.

Those were the dreams lighting up her daily existence; which had not much resemblance to what she hoped it’d be.

Then; came the eclipse. She was one of the rare members of her family to remain. And five years is sure a long time. Especially when spending many of the first months crying everyday and hoping it was just a bad dream until everything went back to its original state. However after 7 months, earth was still missing half of its population, there wasn’t anybody that seemed to be able to resolve the problem and among the lasting humans, thing were starting to go south.

Sadness and anger led to violence and crime, people found death in riot, in “survival clans” battle or simply were so desperate that they killed themselves.

Y/N remembered how she thought of the great Avengers and all the other superheroes…Realizing that they were humans, just like the rest of humanity, and despite being gifted extraordinary abilities.

And that’s when she remembered that one of them was a literal god.

Thor!

After quick researches on how to find him, and learning the existence of “New Asgard”, she was purchasing plane and bus ticket for the Norwegian coast.

But how disappointed was she to see what he had become, not even so long after the snap, the god wasn’t looking much like one. His hair had grown out to a vaguely shaped bob, the strands sticking to each other with was seemed to be dirt, his stomach had also grown, leaving the abs far behind, in trade for a chubby belly. Even looking past his appearance, there was nothing left of the Asguardian warrior who battled against an army of aliens for the sake of humanity.

Yeah, Thor was now a regular man, who spent his days lounging in his dirty couch, among chips’s crumbs, drinking beer and playing video games with his non-humans friends.

Now, spending thousands of dollars on a whim for a trip to find your supposed savior seemed to be ridiculous. New Asgard seemed to be the perfect place for a self-reflect, sitting on a lonely bench on the side of the hill, facing the wild ocean and letting the strong wind push your hair around as well as your messy thoughts.

The sound of footsteps reached her through the wind.

Y/N turned to the side, seeing a silhouette coming at running speed toward her before refocusing on the horizon.

The noise got closer and closer until the jogger passed behind you, getting away, their echo fainting away. But after a few seconds, the footsteps were back, then stopped. The young woman turned her head for the second time, eyes falling on a feminine figure.

Despite knowing this was probably one of the most disrespectful thing to do, she took her time to look at the newcomer up and down.

Firstly, the woman had long dark braided hair, assemble in a messy bun to free her face from any strands. Her skin was brown, of a fair tone, eyes were also brown but of a darker shade, she had plump lips, the one you can see on models in the magazines. Her face was gorgeous, but along wandering down her body, Y/N noticed how her whole self was.

Under the light tank top she had, showing off a sport bras on the side openings, her musculature was visibly well entertained. Her arms were showing defined muscles, let Y/N assume that she had enough strength to break one’s jaw with only one blow. The rest of her body had an overall well-built shape, especially her muscle-thick thighs who were wrapped in the elastic fabric of her sport legging.

Yeah…that woman was a sight for sore eyes, a real woman of power.

A fake cough pulled her out of her train of simping thoughts, bringing her attention to her interlocutor’s face level, displaying a suspicious expression.

I said, are you knew? I’ve never seen you around before” the woman asked, making Y/N blink herself back to the surface.

“Ugh…Yes, I’m just here to visit”

At her words, the stranger’s face changed into a grin and she walked around the bench to sit beside Y/N. Her arms went to rest on the back, hand almost touching the young woman’s back.

“ Sorry, the world’s not at its best now, can’t be to careful with stranger.”

She offered her hand to shake.

“I’m Brunnhilde, I live there, trying to maintain a tiny bit of order in this small town”

Y/N looked at her hand for a few instants, somehow not accustomed to human interactions since the snap, but grasped it in her own, shaking it lightly.  

“Y/N”

Brunnhilde retrieved her hand.

“So, what do we owe the pleasure of your visit?” she asked.

Y/n opened her mouth to answer, before re-closing it, an open smile pulling at her mouth while she looked at the landscape, trying to avoid Brunnhilde’s gaze.

“This is so ridiculous, you’re going to laugh”

She shrugged, lightlty hitting Y/N’s shoulder with the hand that rested on the back of the bench.

“I love a good laugh, come on”

Y/N rolled her eyes, before sighing

“ I wanted to meet Thor and try to save us all from this mess. He’s a god after all and I thought he could do something, but... After what I’ve seen today, I have serious doubt.”

She laughed.

“How could I thought I would be the one making a difference, I’m just a desperate nobody. And Thor is now…just like any humans on this goddamned planet:  powerless.”

Silence fell over the two of them, except for the sound of the waves and still raging wind.

Y/N glanced at Brunnhilde.

“Sorry for ruining the mood. I just…this is the only mood I’ve known since half of humanity disappeared.”

She hummed in response

“I get it.”

She sat up, resting her elbows on her knees, taking her turn to look over at the horizon in a pose that could only be qualified as dramatic.

“I am an Asgardian, and a former Valkyrie. I’ve seen my fellow female warriors fall on the battle field. Then, after years on a trash planet, I thought I found my home again but that giant purple ass decided to kill half of the Asgardian on his quest to infinite power and here we are…

Y/N swallow thickly at the sight of the woman’s intertwined hands tightening around each othe in what seemed to be a mix of anger and sadness.

“And as if it wasn’t enough, I have to watch the king of Asgard lose himself, while not being able to do anything about it”

Again, silence overtook the couple like a prison, one filled with negative feeling that made it hard to breath.

“This is not a competition, but you definitely won first place in personal life drama”

The former Valkyrie whipped her head to look at Y/N, who despite the situation had a small ironic smile playing on her lips.

And after a few second of looking incredulously at the sarcastic girl, Brunnhilde, couldn’t hold it either and from a discreet smile, broke into a chuckle.

“Yay! Will I get some more drama on top or did I hit rock bottom? Because I don’t think the overall situation can get any worse”

“I don’t think so either”

“Listen, I’ve been through this already and at the time, I lost hope. Until a certain optimistic and stupid prince helped me escape the prison I locked myself in for years. So try not to lose hope and if you do, try not to lose yourself. That’s the only advice I can give you”.

Y/N looked down, feeling stupid but also kind of re-boosted.

“I just feel useless. As a young adult, I can barely take care of myself, I don’t have a job, and now my family has disappeared and I don’t know what to do”.

If Y/N had been brave enough, she would’ve asked Brunnhilde for help. Maybe to tell her what to do. Or even asked her if she could stay in New Asgard but there was a tug at the guts that prevented her from doing so.

Brunnhilde sat up and stood  in front of Y/N.

“This is your chance. You can either let yourself sink under all this or ride the wave. Think about what you want to tell your loved ones about the live you’ve been living during the time they were missing when they’ll come back and also what kind of world you want them to come back to.

 “That’s a really philosophical advice”

She extended her arms, laughing.

“Hey, what can I do?  I’m not good at this but it’ll pain me to see another person drown in sorrow”

She, then, made a move to walk away but stopped herself, turning back around to the still sitting and confused young woman.

“You should come back after things go back to normal and show me what you became”

“And if things don’t go back to how it was?”

She grinned.

“They will. I’m sure of it, don’t know how or when, but they will. Good luck”

And on that, the Valkyrie took off, leaving Y/N to watch her silhouette disappear in the distance. The latter waited a few moments replaying the scene in her mind before she took her turn to stand up and walk in the opposite direction.

If she wanted to go forward, she first needed to leave this town, put some order into her life and set her new goal into action. Because the next time she’ll step in New Asgard, she’d be a Valkyrie.

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