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disruptedvice · 6 years

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This could be yours

Because thorkyrie is giving me life

Summary: “Where is my… boyfriend? Where's Thor?!” Valkyrie shouts after busting through the wall of the enemy compound where he was being held captive. It’s when she realizes she would’ve felt much more badass breaking down a wall and shouting where’s my husband that she realizes yes, she does want to marry him.

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This could be yours

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It's too early in the morning for dawn to have even broken yet, but they've been up all night. Twisted up in the sheets, a tangle of limbs, just enjoying the night together.

Valkyrie sits up, the silken sheets slipping off her body. Thor follows the path of newly uncovered warm brown skin with his lips, kissing up her arm, to her shoulder, wrapping an arm around her waist as his lips travelled to her collar. She closes her eyes, sighing, cradling his head as his lips continue to express his devotion.

It was nice and peaceful, an intimate and languid moment of relaxation just past the middle of the night.

“Marry me,” Thor murmurs, lips brushing her clavicle.

Her eyes flash open, tensing suddenly, convinced she must have heard him wrong.

“What?” Valkyrie chuckles nervously, convinced she must be going crazy.

He looks up at her then, face serene, his expression soft, and repeats it clear as day. “Marry me.”

“But you're king, “ she states rather dumbly.

Thor raises his eyebrow as if to say and?

“Whoever marries you will be queen.”

“Yes, that is how things tend to go,” he quips, his smile light and welcoming in a way that still surprises her sometimes.

“But I- I can't be queen,” Valkyrie stutters, her eyes wide in alarm as her whole body locks up in his arms.

“And why not?”

She laughs, thinking he must be joking. This is all some big joke, a trick he's playing on her, so she forces a laugh, because he has to be joking.

Apparently, he's not.

“So-so many reasons,” she says when he keeps waiting for an answer to his not joke. “Too many reasons to name.”

“I don't think there are,” Thor tells her, threading his fingers through her long dark hair. It always was so soothing when he did that. He sweeps it into cascading waves down her left shoulder, clearing up the path for his lips to continue taking, resuming his soft and sweet kisses on her now bare throat. It’s enough to make her shiver. She can’t help but lean into his warmth.

Thor’s arm tightens around her waist, not to keep her there, but to pull her closer to him.

“But what would I even do?” She asks, sounding marginally less panicked, but still a little frazzled. She still wants to laugh at just how crazy of an idea it was.

Thor shrugs. “Same as you do everyday, except we’d be married, instead of, you know, dating. Like now.”

“Yes, but when we are dating, I am just the valkyrie. Training recruits, head of the army, going off into battle. I can’t do that if I’m… if I’m… that is a valkyrie’s position, not a queen’s. A queen can’t do those things.”

“I don’t see why not,” he murmurs against her skin. “Why couldn’t you be a valkyrie and a queen who trained recruits, was leader of the army, and headed off into battle?”

She practically gapes at him. How did he not get this?

“I don’t know! They just don’t! Queens don’t get to fight, they’re supposed to be all- all regal and stuff. They don’t lead armies. I served for centuries under Odin, and never once did your mother ride off into battle.”

“Ah, but my mother was not a warrior. You are,” he says with a smile, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing it. Sometimes she wonders what happened to the man who fell over and broke things in her presence. Because that right there was suave. “You are a warrior first, the woman I love second,” he tilts his head to the side. “Queen would come third.”

She laughs then, some of the tension leaving her. Not all of it, but some of it. It’s a step.

“It’s not that simple. They don’t let important people do fun stuff. Whatever’s too dangerous. Queens have things like diplomatic duties, not training fighters. All Royals do. It’s all throne this, throne that, that’s beneath you, let someone else do this, let someone else do that. Not fighting and leading armies. Not training new recruits. They’d call that a security risk.

“They still let me head off into battle, don’t they?” He asks. Clearly, it’s a rhetorical question. “You would just be another in a long line of asgardian warrior royals.”

“But I’m not a royal!”

“You could be, though,” he says gently.

This quiets her. This gentle softness about him, the quiet warmth he surrounds her with.

Valkyrie chews on her lip, looking down. “I’m not a leader, Thor.”

She supposed that might be her main worry. Her main opposition to it. Other than just about everything else. The idea of her being a queen is absurd. Who in their right mind who want her as their queen?

“You’re head of an army,” he reminds her. Though, technically, the asgardian army has never been so small- their population has never been so small. They were still rebuilding. They would be rebuilding for a long time to come.

And the guard now was built by Valkyrie herself.

Before ragnarok- every trained asgardian soldier had been killed the day that Hela came. He lost so many friends, people he grew up with, who died at Hela’s hand fighting her in the square that day. While he was stuck falling through a portal.

And they saved their people, but at the end of the day, much was lost. So many were gone.

But asgardians were strong. So was the woman before him now.

Every member of the proud again asgardian army was trained by Valkyrie herself. Taught discipline, trained how to fight, learned how to protect.

They were lucky to have her to show them the way. As their leader. She didn't seem to think so, though.

“Of troops, fine. I'm not…” Valkyrie sighs, shaking her head. “I'm not a leader of people. Not like you are.”

Thor doesn't reply to that. She knows he's disappointed.

“I love you,” she tells him, cupping his cheek.

“And you as well,” he says with a small smile, laying his hand over hers. He kisses her, then, and she just melts into him.

“Just, don't say yes or no right now,” he asks of her, tracing his thumb along the back of her hand. “I would never want you to do anything you didn't want to, but my mind won't change. I don't want an answer right now. Just… promise me you’ll think about it?”

She purses her lips, but she really can't say no to him, not when he's looking at her so cute and sweet like that with that undoubtedly puppy-ish look in his eye.

Valkyrie sighs. “Fine. I’ll think about it.”

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Months go by.

Everything’s fine between them in the meantime, he doesn't get weird about it or try to convince her, just completely drops the subject and things go back to normal. He doesn't try to push the idea.

Thor asked her to think about it, but he also accepted her answer, and left it up to her to let him know if that answer ever changed.

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What really seals the deal for her happens months after that conversation took place.

Thor had managed to get himself captured because of course he had, and she came to rescue him because of course she did.

She doesn't make a particularly delicate entrance.

Valkyrie busts through the wall of the compound, sword drawn, and with a strong and raised voice demands, “Where’s my… boyfriend? Where's Thor?!”

It’s at that moment she realizes she would’ve felt much more badass busting through a wall and shouting ‘where’s my husband’.

That would've sounded much cooler than demanding to know where her boyfriend was being held captive.

She made a quick decision to go with boyfriend, because she couldn't say lover or something weird like that.

It didn't look like the people in the room were going to be much help anyway. They had already drawn their swords, but she had picked the right room to literally break into- the soldiers manning the control station also had a nice little video feed that had a stream of a certain asgardian that she knew and loved in the top left corner.

She can see his lips moving-obviously talking to someone off screen, and she has to sigh. This method of extracting information by getting himself captured was really something he needed to stop pulling.

Anyways, back to her revelation. It's not like the guards would have cared or given her information regardless of what she had referred to Thor as.

It didn't really matter what she called him, especially not in rescue situations when talking to hostile opponents.

It was just- that was the moment she realized.

That was when she knew.

When Valkyrie realized she would have felt much more badass breaking down that wall and shouting “Where’s my husband”-

That's when she knew she wanted to marry him.

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“You know, your method of getting captured just to get information is really quite troublesome,” Valkyrie tells him with a pointed look on the way home.

“Aw, but it worked so well the first time!” Thor whines, but he’s smiling too. “This time too. I love it when they monologue. Bad guys always want to gloat. Now I know where the thing is! Let’s go get the thing!”

She shakes her head at his bright eyed and genuinely excited look. “Dare I ask when the first time was? What did you do before you had me to break you out of prison cells? Who came to save you then? I can’t imagine Loki would come when you called.”

“Before you,” he starts as if about to regale a story of untold wonders, “I had a hammer.”

She shoves him in the shoulder, and he falls away laughing. “Come on then, hammer boy. We’ve got a thing to get.”

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“Okay, let’s do it,” Valkyrie tells him the next day, after they’ve gotten the thing that he got himself captured for in the first place. She got up early, and was returning to their bedroom from her morning workout routine to see that his sleepy face had finally woken up that morning. He was still in bed, looking unfairly cute and bleary-eyed.

Thor yawns. “Do what?” He asks, popping his jaw as he stretched back.

“That marriage thing you were talking about. I wanna do it. I wanna marry you.”

Surprised is hardly an adequate word to describe his expression. Shock and disbelief come closer. “Wait, what? Are you joking?”

“Have you rescinded your offer?” Valkyrie raises her eyebrow, trying not to smile because she knows he hasn’t, but she also wants to tease him.

“What? Of course not!” He practically shouts, incredibly panicked. He was too fun to mess with sometimes.

“Good, then,” she smiles. “It’s settled. We’re getting married.”

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~FIN~

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AN: I just needed to write something cute for them, because this fandom is too damn small. For this ship, I mean. There is not nearly as much thorkyrie content as they deserve

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scifibi · 6 years

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you raise me up

a thorkyrie fic; 2931 words

"You wanna be some prince in shining armour? What I really need right now is a few good shots of this asshole, okay? You can either give me a boost, or fuck the hell off. What’s it gonna be?”

Or, the one where Valkyrie climbs onto some random guy's shoulders to get a better shot of a celebrity.

She definitely doesn't expect said random guy to turn out to be an obscenely famous rockstar.

[read on ao3]

#thorkyrie #thorkyrie fanfiction #valkyrie #thor odinson #thor ragnarok #my writing #mine

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etherealwaifgoddess · 4 years

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The Worthy Art of Homemaking

Main Characters: Thor x Valkyrie

Summary: Valkyrie encourages Thor to figure out what he wants to do with his life now that he’s back in New Asgard.

Warnings/ Content: Fluff and lots of it. A slightly anxious Thor.

Word Count: 1283

Author’s Note: This is a birthday gift to the amazing @ryujin-zanba who regularly blesses us with amazing fics based on requests and prompts. It’s about time someone wrote something for this darling after all the good they spread into the world for others. If you’re familiar with “Worthy” and “Redemption” you’ll know I am a *huge* fat Thor fan and this fic will come as no surprise to you. If you’re not, please know in this house we love fat Thor and will defend him to the ends of the earth. Anyhoo, enough of my rambles. I hope @ryujin-zanba and the rest of you lovelies enjoy!

XOXO - Ash

The Worthy Art of Homemaking

“Thor,” Valkyrie repeats, giving him a pointed look across the board room table, “What do you think?”

Thor finally lifts his gaze, only to her, not daring to look around the table full of people. “Sounds like a fine idea.” he says, the low timbre of his voice rumbling across the room.

Valkyrie shoots him an encouraging smile, “Alright, that’s settled then. Moving on…” she carries on to the next order of business, her effortless command of the room a blessing to Thor who would really rather not be there.

All Thor wants is to be back at their cottage in bed. Preferably with his iPad and Fenrir, their massive Newfoundland. He tugs down the hem of his grey cable knit sweater for the hundredth time since joining the meeting two hours ago. It keeps bunching up under the gentle swell of his pecs, exposing a sliver of pale tummy where it rests on his thighs. It had fit better before he left to go traveling with Quil and the guardians; he hadn’t thought twice about throwing it on his way out the door. Thor sighs quietly. He had spent six months running around the galaxy and while his mental health had continued to steadily improve, he never got around to losing the weight he’d gained over the past six years. If anything he gained a bit more, especially with the muscle he had regained while lifting weights regularly with Quil and Drax. He is as strong as he ever was, just softer now. In the quiet moments, he reluctantly admits to himself, when he is alone in bed with nothing else to do than take himself in hand, he actually quite enjoys his new found softness.

“Thank you all for joining us today. We’ll reconvene in a week.” Valkyrie’s voice snaps Thor back to the present. He’s not sure how long he had zoned out for that time; it could have been five minutes or fifty for all he knows. As the room clears out Valkyrie remains in her seat, watching Thor with the soft smile she reserves just for him. “Are you alright, love?” she asks once everyone has gone.

Thor tries to give her a convincing smile and nods. His smile falters though and she sees right through the gentle giant.

“You’re not though.” she coos, “Oh, my love. I’m so sorry.” Valkyrie hops out of her seat to go over to Thor and wraps herself around his shoulders from behind. She holds onto him tightly for a moment before moving his long hair out of the way to press delicate kisses along his neck.

“I’ll be fine.” he assures her, and partly himself.

“You don’t want to be here for the meetings, do you?”

“It’s just that you do such a fine job. I meant what I said when I turned the rule of New Asgard over to you. Me being home doesn’t change that.”

“I only wanted for you to feel included. If you don’t want to be here, you don’t have to be. What would you like to do instead?”

Thor thinks for a minute, he still hasn’t figured that out yet. “I don’t know.” he tells her honestly. “Can I think on it?”

“Of course. Take all the time you need.”

It’s almost two weeks later on a lazy Sunday that Thor figures it out. They have fallen into an easy rhythm in that time, Valkyrie going out each morning to attend to her kingly duties and Thor taking care of their home. What had always felt like a hardship to Valkyrie (dishes, laundry, grocery shopping) seems like a vacation to Thor. After a lifetime of battles, something as small as vacuuming the carpet is a joy.

Thor needs a routine and caring for their home and preparing meals gives him the push he needs to get out of bed even on his low days. Well, that and a very persistent Fenrir who makes his needs known via throaty boofs for attention. Thor finds a deep sense of fulfillment in his tasks and prides himself on a day well spent when Valkyrie comes home to rave about how wonderful dinner smells. Thor’s been practicing his kitchen skills every day, creating Pinterest boards and ordering new appliances online. He’s on day three of his InstaPot experiments and is thrilled with how quickly he can get dinner on the table when he’s running short on time.

Thor’s realization is thanks to a joke Sam cracks while they’re FaceTiming, catching up on their lives. “You’re getting to be a regular Martha Stewart!” Sam teases affectionately. Thor scrunches his nose at that, unsure of what a Martha Stewart is. Sam explains his joke, that he had only meant Thor was becoming extremely skilled in the art of homemaking. They discuss the value of homemaking and how society has changed the view of it over the years while Thor’s mind whirls as he thinks of the past few weeks. Sensing Thor’s distraction, Sam bids his friend farewell and they promise to catch up again soon. Thor sets his iPad down and looks around his home, lost in thought.

Later that night, after Valkyrie is done fawning over the roast lamb Thor made for dinner, the pair curl up in bed, content to just read for a bit while cuddling. Thor sets aside his book, unable to focus, finally gathering his courage to broach the topic.

“Darling?” He says hesitantly.

“Hmm?” Valkyrie places her book on the nightstand, giving him her full attention.

“I think I know what I’d like to do now.”

“Now as in for your life now that you’re home, or now as in right now. Because I have a few suggestions for right now.”

Thor squirms a little as Valkyrie runs her fingers down his chest and belly, skirting against the waistband of his pajama bottoms. “As in now that I’m back.” He clarifies.

“Alright then, what is it?”

“I want…” he starts and stops. This is harder to say than he expected. “I want to…” his throat constricts. He knows Valkyrie loves him and will support him in anything he wants but a small scared part of him is afraid of judgment for his choice. “I want to be Martha Stewart.” He blurts out all in one breath.

Valkyrie’s eyebrows lift in amusement, “You what?”

Thor sighs heavily, knowing there is no backtracking now. “I want to be a homemaker. I love caring for you and Fenrir and our home. I don’t need anything else to make me feel fulfilled. I get as much, or as little, social interaction as I’m up to and am always busy with something. I’m planning a garden for the spring so we’ll have our own produce too. I know it’s not a normal thing for a man but Sam says people’s perceptions are changing and…”

Valkyrie stops his rambling with a kiss to his lips. “My love.” She says pulling away just far enough to look him in the eyes, “My sweet, wonderful man. If this is what you want, then there is nothing I want more.”

“Truly? You do not mind?” Thor’s voice wavers as his emotions rise yet again.

“Of course not! You do such a wonderful job around here. I’m so happy for you to have finally decided on something.”

“Thank you.” Thor sniffs, relieved the conversation went so well.

Valkyrie’s smile shifts from sweet to devilish as she slips a hand back under the duvet. “Now, I still have a few suggestions of what we could do right now if you’re interested…”

Thor groans as her hand finds its prize. “I do believe that’s a wonderful idea.”

~The End~

#birthday fic #fat thor #thor x valkyrie #thorkyrie #thicc thor #chubby thor #fluffy thor #thor fanfic #thor fanfiction #marvel fanfic #marvel fangirl #marve fanfiction

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howfarethestars · 1 year

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love soon might end (be known in its aching)

new fic!

summary: the five times brunnhilde tells thor, “don’t die”, and the one time he doesn’t listen.

paring: thor x valkyrie

rating: t

word count: 10.9k

link: love soon might end

Thor strides across the balcony with a practiced ease. Even in his gladiator armor, hair shorn and cape tattered, he looks every inch an heir to the throne of Asgard. He has Odin’s nose and the sure set of his father’s shoulders. His arms are bare and tanned, bulging with the effort of lugging a gun from the armory back to the Grandmaster’s stolen pleasure vessel. He belongs here, she thinks, and her heart aches with the knowledge that she too had once belonged in these halls.

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thorkyrieforever77 · 2 years

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#writing help #thorkyrie #love and thunder #fanfic #fanfiction #writers block #avengers endgame #marvel one shot #alternate universe

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palettesofrenaissance · 3 years

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Thorkyrie prompt: Thor and Val having a daughter?

Brigid is nine pounds, twelve ounces when she’s born.

The midwives coo about what a “big girl” she is while the infant screams and cries and whimpers with a pouty lip that sends her father into a whimpering, watery-eyed frenzy of his own. She’s born with a full head of hair and a rage just like her mother, one woman compliments with admiration, but Brunnhilde—Brunnhilde thinks Brigid is the most precious babe that’s ever been born and wraps her a crimson red blanket and holds her to her breast and she’s a complicated mixture of adoration and apprehension at the child’s size. She’s simultaneously delicate and strong, like her parents, but still delicate.

She’s chubby and red-faced, she hasn’t opened her eyes yet and has little wrinkles on the soles of her feet and a scrunched nose and she’s watched with awe as if she’s the most fascinating thing ever seen.

Needless to say, the child becomes a celebrity in her own sense around New Asgard—by the press as being the first Asgardian born on Midgard Earth, by her people as being one of the few in history born from a Valkyrie, and by her father who stood beside and witnessed Brigid’s birth and who is confident that he needn’t leave the babe’s side, ever.

(He’s partially adamant on making her a “daddy’s girl” before he knew the phrase.)

(Brunnhilde thinks he’s successful until she’s four years years old—three hundred in human years—and he shows her the replica of his Mjölnir hammer and she chases him around proclaiming that she’s a mighty Valkyrie that must slay him.)

They have found and made a new home within the realms now, and Brigid is a rambunctious, adventurous toddler with an intelligence that is a little bit advanced for her age (thanks to Loki and teaching his trickery) and is spoiled by everyone who knows her. Some claim it’s because of her royal blood while others claim it is from the good looks inherited from her parents.

Either way, Brunnhilde punishes her just the same and sits the child in a boring, miserable corner whenever she’s caught imitating Loki’s manipulation tactics on people, especially her mother for another sweet treat.

Brunnhilde and Thor still have disagreements on her punishments—that she should be punished at all, her courageous father not having the heart to disappoint his little girl. His heart swells when she does just about anything: knocking over sandcastles or imagining she’s pummeling invading villains or when wielding an imitator’s sword.

Brunnhilde too, but she’s more concerned on the child learning discipline, survival, and combat, her past of everything she’s lost creeps over her shoulder and slithers into her mind whenever she sees her baby smile—and it frightens her; sometimes Thor comforts her when her tears fall when she’s alone but oftentimes it is mutual as this fear is heavily shared.

Yet—still her parents, and the entire community, really, are proud... Until she sneaks away to venture to Nidavellir, the realm of the Dwarves, when she’s thirteen and thinks she’s grown and unstoppable.

Thor races after her, knowing the girl has a hothead like her mother.

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