#valkyrie fanfiction

[romanoffsbish]

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.

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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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❤️ Kaitlyn 🥵

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[howfarethestars]

funny you’re the broken one

rating: t

word count: 4320

Summary:

Judging by the numbers on the lime-green digital clock on the stove, it’s three am when Thor wakes up on Brunnhilde’s kitchen floor.

Thor patches things up with Valkyrie.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

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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NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“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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[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 7- Toys

Valkyrie x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 965

Warnings- smut (18+ only), established relationship, slight voyeurism, masturbation, toys

Notes- Valkyrie my love!!! I had a lot of fun writing this one too!! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen​ (and also thank you for your input with this one too)!

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“Sorry I’m so late, love,” Valkyrie walked through the doorway of your shared bedroom, “Meetings ran late and you would not believe how stupid some of these countries leaders are…” she stopped in her tracks when she saw you spread out on the bed with just a sheet to cover your body. 

You had a glazed over expression on your face, and you looked like you rushed to cover yourself up. One arm pinned the sheet to your body while the other was hidden underneath. Even through the cover, Valkyrie saw the way your chest rose and fell with your deep breaths, and her skin heated up as she studied the outline of your figure through the sheet.

“It’s alright babe,” your voice was soft yet strained, “I must have fallen asleep…”

A smirk lit up her face, “Is that so?” her voice dropped as she swaggered over to the bed and ghosted her fingers over your body, “So I wouldn’t find any surprises under the sheet now, would I?”

There was a challenge in her eyes, and it made you swallow hard, “N-no…” You didn’t even convince yourself with that reply.

“Oh come now, doll,” Valkyrie purred, “Why don’t you be a good girl for me and show me what I’ve been missing today?”

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as she ran her hand up your leg and cupped at your core through the sheet. Your eyes fluttered shut and you dropped your head down onto the pillow as Valkyrie teased the toy that sat nestled inside you. 

“Val…” you breathed as you slowly rocked your hips in the same rhythm as she cupped at your cunt.

“Look at me,” she whispered.

Instantly, you blinked your eyes open, too weak against her to deny anything she asked of you. As your eyes met hers, you let out a gasp at how sexy she looked in the perfectly tailored suit she still wore. Her gaze burned into you, and without another word, you slowly pushed the sheet down to reveal your naked body inch by inch.

Just like Valkyrie liked to tease you, you decided to tease her back and moved the sheet down agonizingly slowly.  First, you revealed your collarbones, then your breasts, then your stomach. With every new part of you exposed, you saw her swallow hard and fight to keep herself in control. As much as she was your weakness, you were hers.

“Baby you’re so beautiful,” she whispered as he took her hand away and pulled the sheet the rest of the way down to reveal your pussy with a clear dildo stuff inside. “Very beautiful,” her voice dropped as she positioned herself between your parted legs. 

“Val… Please…”

She smirked again and it made your pussy clench around the toy, “Since you asked so nicely, dear…”

Valkyrie leaned forward so that she was on all fours overtop of you, her leg positioned right at your cunt. The moment her knee made contact with the base of the dildo, you let out a loud moan and bucked your hips along her leg. You grabbed ahold of her arms on either side of you as you rutted against her. 

“That’s my girl,” she cooed as she watched you desperately fuck yourself. Her own arousal burned within her, but she saved it off. Right now, Valkyrie just wanted to watch you come undone for her.

“Please,” you begged, “Need more… Need you…”

Valkyrie cupped the side of your face and soothed you, “I’ve got you, love,” she whispered before she leaned forward and captured your lips with hers in a heated kiss. She swallowed the moan you let out as she lowered herself to cover your body with hers.

Suddenly filled with her own desperation, Valkyrie kissed her way down your body until she reached your pussy. She paused for a moment and admired the sight of how your lips wrapped around the clear toy, but a needy whine broke her out of her thoughts. She could admire you when she was done with you, and really savor the way you look after she thoroughly wrecked you. 

She leaned forward again and placed a soft kiss on your pussy before she dared her tongue out and tasted your cunt. You screamed in pleasure as he lapped at your clit a few times, but you didn’t have the chance to fully relish the feeling before she abruptly pulled back.

You let out a whimper as you felt the climax that already started to build disappear. But, Valkyrie didn’t leave you hanging for long, and without warning, she grabbed the dildo and thrusted it in and out of you at a fast and harsh pace. You dropped your head down and cried as she filled you with the toy over and over again.

Before long, you felt your orgasm start to build again and tears filled your eyes as you felt your entire body warm, “Val… I’m gonna…”

“Come on, doll,” she purred as she sped up her pace, “Cum for me… Be my good girl.”

That was all it took to send you completely over the edge. With a loud scream and your fists tightly clutching the sheet, you came hard. Your body trembled as she hit that sweet spot inside you over and over again with the toy until you felt so wonderfully overwhelmed.

When you whimpered, Valkyrie slowed her thrusts, but left the toy buried inside you, “That’s my girl,” she cooed as she hovered over you once more, “You know, I like coming home to this,” she said before she kissed you again.

You smiled against her, “Let me repay the favor?” you asked in a sultry tone.

“Later,” she smirked, “I’m not done with you yet…”

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[thesugarclubs-blog]

Pretty Please - King Valkyrie x F!OC

warnings: after math of Love and Thunder, king x assistant, soft!dom King Valkyrie, FxF smut, 18+

word count: 10.7k

WP: https://www.wattpad.com/1326038960-pretty-please-myra

Masterlist

Myra stood outside the tall blue building and sucked in a deep breath. It was one of the few places left unscathed after that night the shadows came and took the children. After patching up the hole in the wooden roof, it was used to create a safe shelter for the city while they continued to rebuild. It was good to see their citizens working together this way, helping each other and building up not just the physical city but their bond as a community. It made her heart warm just thinking about it. 

The moment however was fleeting and replaced with utter chaos as she stepped through the white wooden double doors and into the town hall. Plastic chairs stood in lines of 6 across the hardwood floor and lined three of the four walls, each one filled by a citizen just waiting for a moment to speak with their King.

Smoothing out her dark grey pencil skirt, and fixing the straps of her teal-blue flowy tank top, Myra made her way through the crowd, her black heels clicking on the floor as she squeezed around everyone. She hugged a stack of files close to her chest and balanced a mug of hot coffee in her other hand, reaching for the brass door handle and entering the King’s office. 

“I’m so sorry to interrupt, your majesty, but -” her words were cut short by a smirk and a tilt of her King's head. 

Letting out a breathy chuckle, Valkyrie swiped her tongue across her bottom lip as she shooed out the government official that sat in front of her. 

“How many times, Myra?” she questioned, leaning forward on her desk and clasping her hands together as her dark eyes stayed fixed on her assistant. 

Setting down the coffee and her files, a blush crept up her cheeks with a soft smile appearing on her lips. Myra cleared her throat and stepped back away from the desk, clasping her hands in front of her, “at least once more, your majesty, as always” she quipped. 

“We’ll see,” Valkyrie hummed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

“There’s the marketing shoot at Infinity Conez and then you have a meeting with the players about their new production. You have some time scheduled with the construction company about the rebuild and then I’ve scheduled you some time for lunch.”

“Are you taking lunch with me?” Val asked, raising her eyebrow.

“Well someone has to make sure you eat properly, my King,” Myra smiled. 

Myra's eyes followed her as she pushed herself up and walked around the desk in her direction. A tender close-lipped smile on her soft full lips as she took a seat on the desk, just a few inches of distance between the two. 

"What on Asgard would I do without you, Myra?" 

She felt the heat rushing to her cheeks, and she must have had the start of a telltale pinkish hue on her cheeks from the slight twitch upward of Val's lips. 

"I'm sure you would fare quite well, my King." 

Val tsked, "I doubt that. There's nobody that can compare to you, darling," she affirmed, eyes locked on Myra's, their characteristic twinkle there once more. She clapped her hands in front of her, "Well then, shall we send the first citizen in?"

Myra tried the best she could to hide her attraction, the infatuation she'd been harboring for quite a while. It was getting harder to do so every single second she was close to Valkyrie.

Bowing her head to her King was the only excuse to hide the emotions surely making themselves known on her face from the perceptive gaze of her majesty.

"Yes, your majesty," Myra replied softly, backing toward the door.

"Myra..." Valkyrie warned, cocking her eyebrow at her assistant. 

Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth to stop a smile, Myra's gaze stayed on the floor and she cleared her throat, "Yes... Valkyrie" she stuttered out. 

The soft chuckle of the King behind her was like music to her ears as she spun slowly and opened the office door, calling in the first person who was waiting. Most people that were coming in these days just wanted to know what the plan was if something were to come for their city again, and it was always the same answer; everyone is safe and protected here. The buildings could always be fixed, but it was the community that Valkyrie cared about the most, and it was one of the things Myra admired about their King.

Val didn’t return to her desk, instead guiding her guest to a pair of easy chairs off to one side of the office. Myra couldn’t help but admire the easy grace with which she moved around the room. There was no denying the King’s true heritage, even if she were hiding underneath a dark, plaid suit.

Handing Valkyrie the papers she needed for her meeting, Myra barely held in the small gasp at the electric tingle that danced up her arm as their fingers brushed. Ducking her head a little, she turned away, hiding her blush under the guise of making some coffee for the King’s guest.

She quietly confirmed with the citizen if they wanted milk in their coffee as she poured Val's favorite in her mug, black coffee with a sprinkle of cinnamon. Myra grabbed both cups, handing one to their guest with a polite nod as they spoke to their King and turned quickly to hand Valkyrie hers. She smiled as Valkyrie quickly turned her attention to her and mouthed a thank you with a wink.

Myra smiled politely in front of their guest, trying to ignore the little flip of her heart. She should be used to the subtle flirtation from Valkyrie — it was just how they were, after all — but the lingering looks and soft smiles today felt different, intentional. But then Myra wouldn’t be surprised if the other woman knew exactly the effect she had on her. 

She shook her head subtly and moved to her small workstation to take notes on the meeting. It was going to be a busy day, with no room for ridiculous thoughts of her King.

Keeping her head down, Myra scribbled in her notebook, keeping track of how many times each citizen tried to argue with Valkyrie. It was concerned arguing as if they didn't believe her that the town was safe, and after everything Asgard had been through, she didn't really blame them for being skeptical. It was written on their King's face every time she spoke to the people that even she had trouble believing it sometimes, but she always kept that brave face on for them. 

Myra chewed on the inside of her cheek, and her dark eyes flitted away from the paper and up to the King where she expected to see her listening intently to the citizen talk, but instead, she caught her gaze as Valkyrie smiled softly over to her assistant. 

It felt as though butterflies had swarmed her insides as she returned the smile quickly and looked back down to keep writing. 

A throat clear caught her attention, and she pushed her shoulders back to regain some of her posture as she moved from her desk. 

"Please see Richard out, and send in the next person," 

"Yes, your majesty" Myra bowed her head and moved to the door, pulling it open for the fisherman.

A sigh sounded from Valkyrie that held a hint of frustration and Myra immediately felt a flush of regret.  She didn’t mean to use her title, it just slipped out, and she hated the thought that she’d disappointed her King.  Carrying out her usual routine of offering the fisherman a drink, Myra was interrupted by the chime of an email.  She read it, and then, as she leaned over to refresh the King’s coffee Myra spoke softly near her ear.

“Excuse me my Ki…Valkyrie?  The stables have just messaged.  Aragorn is almost out of food.”

“Your Valkyrie hmm?”  Val replied with a hushed tease.  “Email Banner and ask him to send over some more of the formula he devised.  And tell him to deliver it himself, he’s way overdue for a visit.”

Myra nodded and rose, heading back to her workstation to carry out her orders.

She sat down and silently cursed at herself while she typed out the email to Banner. Not only has she used Valkyrie's title multiple times in what little time has gone by of the morning, against her wishes, but now she embarrassed herself by fumbling her words and failing miserably to fix them. Intensely focused on the screen as her fingers danced along her keyboard Myra failed to notice Val walking up and standing next to her until a hand hovered hesitantly over hers and finally rested above them. 

Myra sucked in a breath and stopped typing, looking up to her left and finding her King smiling down at her, "What did that keyboard ever do to you, Myra?" she laughed.

“I— uh. Sorry, y-Valkyrie. Just, everything feels a little— you know what, don’t worry about it. Apologies if I was typing too loudly.” 

Valkyrie snorted out a laugh at that and Myra glanced up at her, confused. 

“That wasn’t the problem,” Valkyrie said softly, “I just noticed you seemed a little in your head, and with the keyboard smashing… look when we’re done here, let’s walk to my next appointment. I want to feel the sun on my face and I can’t help but wonder what this pretty shirt of yours looks like in the light. That colour looks good on you, by the way.” 

Myra blinked, eyes drawn to the small pout on Valkyrie’s lips as she very obviously eyed the floaty tank top. Pale blue and not unlike the shade Myra saw her King admiring so often.

"I hope you don't mind," she stared up at Val through her lashes, "stealing the official color of the King and all."

Val's hand cupped her chin, delicately, in a way that felt natural to them but made the skin beneath her touch warm. "It looks better on you," she repeated herself with a deeper tone. "Finish up, I'll be waiting for you."

Myra nearly fell out of her chair as Valkyrie's hand ghosted her skin, fingers tickling her jaw as she pulled away from her. She turned back to the computer to hide the obvious blush on her face and worked as fast as she could to finish the email.  Her heart was beating a million miles an hour, her mind wandering to Val's lips and then shamelessly to how they might feel against her neck and thighs. She bit her tongue, snapping herself from her daydream and swallowed the sticky feeling of want before sending the email off.

Taking a moment, Myra let her eyes flit back over to Val, who waited by the window. Her normally serious features were lit up by the golden light of morning and Myra felt a flutter deep in her chest. Everything about her exuded power, but there was also a softness there that was reserved only for the most important. Lately, Myra had been on the receiving end of more careful touches and gentle looks, which only fueled the fire deep within. 

"Some people might say it's rude to stare."

Her King's voice snapped Myra out of another daydream and she felt a blush rise in her cheeks. 

"Sorry," Myra laughed bashfully, standing up from her desk as Val approached. "I'm in my own head this morning, I guess." 

"Never apologize to me, darling," the King of New Asgard drawled, a soft smile on her face. "Besides, I have daydreams of my own from time to time. I won't rob you of yours. Now let's enjoy the day together. " 

With a tilt of her head, Val gestured to the door and Myra's heels clicked along with the hammering of her heart as she followed her outside.

The cool, sea breeze hit her face and calmed the flush beneath her skin as she sucked in a deep breath and scanned her eyes over their town. There was still wooden scaffolding standing against a few buildings and there were people walking all about, carrying supplies and helping each other. It was a nice sight to see, and what made it better was the soft smile that appeared on Valkyrie's lips as she watched the same site. 

Myra took a deep breath of the fresh air, and gestured down the street, "we have the marketing shoot at Infinity Conez first, your majesty" 

"Myra," a deep chuckle left Valkyrie's chest as she placed her hand lightly on Myra's bicep, "you act like I've kept you locked up inside all day" she quipped, her thumb grazing gingerly across the skin of her arm, "besides Infinity Conez can wait for me, we are supposed to be enjoying the day"

“Come on, let’s just walk along the harbour wall a little, see if the dolphins are out,” Val continued, guiding Myra along with a gentle hand on the small of her back.

They turned and headed out along the walkway nodding and smiling at the variety of people they passed. It wasn’t lost on Myra how Valkyrie moved to walk on the side where the water was, keeping her safe close to the wall. They were halfway along when Myra realized that her King’s hand was still a warm and tantalizing presence against her spine.

A shiver ran up her spine at the realization and she felt Valkyrie's hand skate up and down her back softly before she retrieved it. She watched her remove her blazer, her heart hammering against her ribcage as her King placed it across her shoulders with a smile. 

"Oh, your majesty, I'm no-" as she protested, Valkyrie raised a hand and lightly shook her head.

"I insist, Myra. Air's a bit nippy today, wouldn't want you getting sick."

She reached out to pull the coat around her tighter, her hand brushing lightly against Val's, a wave of electricity shot through her nerves and suddenly she felt blessed by the thunder god himself. Her schoolgirl crush validated by an invisible strike of lightning across her chest.  

"Thank you, Valkyrie." 

"See, my darling Myra. It's not that hard. I love how you say it." Val said as reached over to smooth the shoulder over Myra’s, the soft fabric smelled compelling and just as she imagined Val to smell like, like in her countless daydreams about this woman.

“We really shouldn't dally," She deflected, sinking back into her work obligations to avoid the hot blooming in her chest from Valkyrie's eyes on her. "The crew is waiting at Infinity Conez, these marketing shoots are important for the tourism..." 

"Myra?" Her voice was so soft, tangled with the lapping of the waves, the chirping birds and the laughing children playing along the coast. "There are more important things in my life than bringing more tourists to the island."

"Your majesty-" She started. 

"I have everything I need, right here," her typically hardened expression softened as she said it.

"You're right," Myra breathed out, the tension pulling her closer to the woman next to her without a thought. "New Asgard is pretty perfect." 

Val chuckled and shook her head, looking out towards the steely ocean that stretched endlessly ahead before turning to Myra. A gentle hand brushed a stray curl from her cheek, buttery soft skin in stark contrast to the calloused hands of the warrior king. 

"You know that's not what I mean, Myra," Val murmured and it sent a shiver down Myra's spine. 

Her nerves were completely wound up, a single touch sending her into a spiral. All she wanted to do was lean in and take what she wanted, to feel Val's lips on her own in front of the entire village and the gods above and below them. 

"Should I elaborate further?" Val continued, raising an eyebrow as she smirked playfully. Her finger travelled down the slope of Myra's cheek to her throat, running along her pulse. 

"I-I really think we need to go to the next meeting," Myra stammered out and Val's hand dropped instantly as she took a step back. It pained Myra to see the briefest flash of disappointment in her King's eyes before she masked it with a smile.

"If that's what you really want, then lead the way."

Myra swallowed the lump in her throat and sucked in a sharp breath as they started walking again. What was she thinking? Valkyrie was the King of Asgard and she was her assistant. That was it. Her mind was misfiring and interpreting signals that she only thought were real. There was no way the King would be into a commoner like her. 

The two walked in silence to the ice cream shop, their fingers brushing lightly together every once in a while as they walked. It took everything in her not to link her pinky with Val's, but those feelings got pushed aside as soon as they walked into the shoot. It was teaming with people who swooped in and stole Valkyrie from her side. 

Myra felt her chest squeeze as she watched her King look back at her over her shoulder just briefly before turning her attention to the hair and makeup team. 

"You're late," the photographer snapped at Myra.

“And you should watch your tone,” the King snapped from the other side of the store, her voice clipped and almost frightening.

Valkyrie stalked back across the room and stared silently at the photographer, her eyes blazing with cool fire.  The moment dragged on, each second making the photographer squirm more and more.  Myra watched the scene unfold and her heart began to beat harder in her chest.   She reached blindly behind her for a bottle of water from the refreshments table, gripping it tightly in her hand as if it would ground her.

“Don’t ever speak to my…Myra like that again,” Val gritted.

The photographer let out an audible gulp and scurried away whilst a grinning Val turned to Myra.

“Y-your Myra?” Myra squeaked, handing the water bottle to her King.

“Did you doubt it?” Valkyrie smirked as she cracked the seal on the bottle and drained half the contents in one swig.

"I- I'm not sure what to say. But-" she stuttered out, her brain still processing what had just transpired. 

Her King's eyes softened as she closed the distance between them, hand reaching up to cup her cheek, swiping her thumb tenderly along her cheekbone. She watched Valkyrie's mesmerizing brown eyes flit from her own to her lips and back. 

"Well, now you know not to doubt it again," she whispered, her warm breath fanning across her lips.

The thought of being Val's Myra was daunting. Myra watched as she commanded the attention of everyone around her. Moving across the set like she was walking on water, her long dark hair blowing around in the light breeze and showing off the gentle curve of her neck. Myra's tongue darted over her lip before she shook herself from the trance and tugged her phone out in a desperate attempt to refocus herself. 

The shoot went quickly after the outburst, the photographer moving like a chicken without his head just trying not to piss off the new King even more than she already was. Val kept her eyes on Myra the entire time, the sun beating down on her face as she cracked fake smile after fake smile. Myra knew the look while stepping up to the plate without hesitation. 

"That's enough," she chirped, her voice barely loud enough to travel over the crowd of faces that had formed around the shoot. "The King has places to be, did you get what you needed?" 

Before the photographer even had time to answer, Valkyrie pushed past him, "I'm sure he did." She gave him another polite smile before leading Myra from the crowd and down the street back to the office. The two of them walked in an easy silence, their hands periodically brushing together as they walked. Val opened the door to city hall for her, letting her in first. 

"I'll call you when it's time to go to your dinner with Korg," she nodded politely just trying to put some space between them. Everything had gotten so hot so fast and even the cool ocean breeze wasn't enough to quell the heat that licked at her neck and chest. 

"Myra," Val called as they separated, "thank you..." Val stepped forward and for a moment she thought she might kiss her, the way her eyes flickered to and from her lips without a care of being caught.

Just as she was about to reply to her King, wanting to tell her that she was only doing her job and nothing more to try and quell the tension between them because she wouldn't know how to start dealing with confessing her affection, Ida, the bubbly blonde resident lawyer of New Asgard came waltzing in heading straight in Myra and Val's direction.

"Your majesty," she offered a small curtsey to the King, "may I borrow Myra for a few moments if you no longer need her assistance?" 

Her bright blue eyes flitted to Myra nervously with a pink hue on her cheeks. 

Myra looked to her King for permission to leave her side only to catch a fleeting frown, her King’s eyes surveying every subtle movement between the two.

“It will only take a moment,” Ida offered, adding a slight bow, “your Majesty.”

The confusion Myra felt must have been plain on her face.  Ida had never requested her presence in such a way before, never asking her to leave her King’s side like this.

King Valkyrie assessed the lawyer with a veil of indifference.  “Very well, but bring her back to me before lunch.” 

A flirtatious smirk crossed the lawyer's lips as she linked her arm with Myra's and trailed her fingertips against her skin, "Oh we won't be that long, I just need her to look over something for me," the blonde winked. 

Valkyrie's lips pursed and Myra watched as her dark eyes narrowed, flicking from Myra's gaze to the blonde's fingers lightly brushing her skin. The King's shoulder's visibly tightened and she gave a sharp nod before Myra was dragged away by Ida to the back of the room. 

"This color looks beautiful on you by the way," Ida commented loudly, into the echo of town hall, reaching her free hand over to touch the thin fabric. 

Myra pressed her lips into a thin line and cleared her throat, "Thank you, uh what - what did you need me to look over?"

“Oh, I have some legal meetings that I need you to incorporate into the royal schedule,” Ida said glibly, waving her hand in the air.

“Couldn’t that have been a raven-mail?” Myra asked with a frustrated sigh. “The King and I…”

“Oh hush, I’m sure Val won’t mind you leaving her side for a few moments. It’s not like you don’t spend every other second with her.”

Myra fixed a glare on the lawyer.

“You’ll address the King by her title,” she snapped.

"Excuse me," she scoffed, "Everybody addresses her as Val, Myra don't be silly" 

She huffed out a breath composing herself, "Well you may not, you will address her accordingly." 

Ida rolled her eyes in annoyance, unlinking their arms and turning to her with a scowl, "Who do you think you're speaking to?" her voice bouncing off the walls as her tone raised, "I will address her however I so please, I will not have someone like you telling me how to speak." 

A dagger flew across the room, whipping the air in the small space between the two before reaching the wall beside them. Ida gasped and both their heads snapped to it's place of origin. Myra's face flushed as soon as she was met with their King, her King, stood still on the other side of the room. Brows furrowed as her lips twitched in anger, her other dagger readied in hand. 

"I will not have you speaking to Myra like that, EVER. Is that clear? You show her the respect she deserves. Now I believe your time is up, or shall you have me throw this one as well?" she snarled, eyes fixed on Ida's face as she twisted the dagger in her hand.

Ida's form trembled, fear rolling off of it in palpable waves as the King slowly approached them while Myra's belly filled with butterflies and heat spread across her body at the sight. The mere thought of her King defending her enough to send her head spinning and for flames to lick her skin.

"Yo- your maj- majesty I only—" 

"Get. Out. Now." 

Val interrupted the stammering woman, eyes blazing in anger as she stood tall, the ghost of a smirk barely there on her face as the blonde immediately shut her mouth and started backing out.

Myra stood still, breathing slightly laboured as Valkyrie's eyes followed Ida to the door before finally settling back on her face when it slammed shut, on which she hoped the flush wasn’t evident.

Val’s eyes roved over Myra’s face, taking in her state of distress.  Adrenaline flooded Myra’s system, the blade had been close, very close, and the shock of its violent whump into the wood of the wall beside her still lingered in her nerves.

“Don’t worry, darling,” Val stepped into her space, raising a hand to tilt her chin up, “I would never harm you.”

“I know,” Myra mumbled, caught in the heat of Val’s gaze.  The words Your Majesty died on her tongue, thought and felt at her very core, wrapped up in all the emotions she felt, all the moments they shared.

“And besides,” her King added with a devilish smirk, “I don’t miss.”

Val leaned in close, and Myra’s breath caught as their cheeks came dangerously close to touching. 

“Let me just…” Myra held still as Val whispered in her ear, shivers racing down her spine as she reached up, and yanked her dagger out of the wall. Myra exhaled slowly as her King backed up, hearing her inhale as she did. 

“Ready for lunch my darling?” Val asked, a soft smile on her face as Myra tried to reorient herself, attempting to regain her professionalism.

Myra could hear her heart beating in her ears as her eyes flickered around her King's features. Her citrus-vanilla scent floated through her senses and made her head feel dizzy. The two had been in close proximity before but today was different. The purposeful touches and tension between them obvious to almost everyone. But still, Myra felt the need to push away the intoxicating feeling Valkyrie was giving her today and act like her professional self. As she did every day. 

She nodded softly and turned away from Valkyrie, letting out a sharp sigh as they went out on another excursion. Out into the town where they were just The King and her shy, little assistant. The way it should stay. The way it had to stay. 

"Myra," Val's voice floated through the air and brought Myra back to the present. 

She hadn't realized that she had been walking a full step behind Valkyrie, with her head down, looking at the pavement. "Sorry, your majesty," she answered quietly, stepping up beside her, "so you're having lunch with the head of tourism and discussing the expansion of the boat ride and the possibility of a roller-"

"Nope, I'm having lunch with you and we're getting burgers," Valkyrie decreed, a grin growing on her lips as she looked over at her assistant, "If you want, that is"

“But what about the head of t…” Myra began but was halted by gentle yet strong fingers wrapping around her wrist.

“I don’t give a shit about the head of tourism, the chief of rollercoasters, or even those fucking goats.  I want to have burgers for lunch and I want to have them with you.” 

Valkyrie’s eyes burned into hers and Myra felt herself crumbling beneath the intensity of her King’s gaze.

“O-Ok then,” Myra whispered, her voice gaining confidence as she spoke. “Burgers it is.  Let me just message…”

“Fuck ‘em,” Val growled, although she smiled.  “You’re more important than any of them.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” she laughed shyly, looking away from her gaze, feeling her face flush red yet again.

Myra missed the feel of Valkyrie’s fingers wrapped around her wrist as they moved and hovered over her open palm. She looked down to their almost interlaced hands and was quickly brought back to meet her King’s gaze by a firm grasp of her chin. 

“Now, what did I tell you about doubting, my beautiful Myra?” she purred, a sweet smile gracing her lips.

"I'll make a note of it in my calendar, no doubting," she teased, letting Val pull her closer. She fought to control the urge to tense up, so many people roamed the streets of New Asgard, eyes always on the King. 

"That's my girl," she said, pulling Myra's hand to her lips last second and pressing a lingering kiss to the top. "Now enough work talk, let me take care of you. Hamburgers and..." Val's bright eyes scanned the horizon over Myra's line of sight, "ice cream."

Myra followed King Valkyrie in a daze.  The warmth of that lingering kiss tingled upon her knuckles, effervescent and light, but the weight of what it meant made her heart thump uncontrollably.

Inside Bor-gers & Friez – New Asgard’s best and most loved burger joint – King Valkyrie led the way to a private booth, sitting opposite Myra, their feet meeting under the table.  The place had been split to accommodate Infinity Conez, ice cream fit for the gods, and was the perfect pairing of foods.

Myra buried her face in the menu.  The intensity with which her King watched her every move set her cheeks aflame and her nerves jangling.  She wanted nothing more than to be just what her King seemed to want and need, but for propriety’s sake…

King Valkyrie’s fingers drew the menu down until Myra’s eyes flicked up to meet hers.  “I don’t know why you’re looking,” Val mocked affectionately, “You always order the same thing.”

“Perhaps I want something different this time,”  Myra answered without thinking.  Her state of distraction drew a wry smile from her King.

“Is that so?”  Val smirked with satisfaction, sitting back to wait for this new revelation.

Myra hesitated, actually pausing to think this time before saying, “You never know when the right moment will come for change.” 

Val’s smirk slowly switched into a contemplative smile, eyes narrowing at Myra. 

“You’re right…Change often comes when we least expect it, maybe it’s nearly time for something to give?” Val questioned and Myra glanced away and back. 

“And so it is. Bacon burger deluxe with fries instead of my usual single,” Myra stated determinedly, watching her King start to laugh delightedly.

“What’s so funny?!” She added, a little disgruntled.

“Absolutely nothing Darling,” Val reassured, still chuckling.  “You enjoy your bacon deluxe.”

“Are you making fun of me?” Myra asked, her eyes wide and innocent.

“Oh no, I could never make fun of you.  You’re far too beautiful for that.”  Val paused and captured her gaze.  The intensity of her stare sent shivers running down Myra’s spine.

“Besides,” Val continued, “you’re in charge of my day.  If I made fun of you then you could schedule back-to-back meetings with that damn theatre company!”

Myra broke into laughter at her King's feigned worry. Though she knew all jokes aside, she'd actually have a conniption if Myra ever did that to her. 

"Oh no, that's far too dramatic over you making a little fun of me," she started her eyes flitting to Valkyrie's lips, luscious and plump curled into a genuine smile at hearing her laugh, "And, I could probably think of a few other things to pencil in that would make up for it, my King"

"Little mouse are you flirting with the lion?" Valkyrie looked at her with pride. 

"You started it-" Myra went to defend herself but a soft chuckle left Val's lips and the sound was enough to make her toes curl. "on second thought I think your Thursday, seven am slots just opened up. I'm sure they'll jump at the chance to fill it." 

"You wouldn't dare," Val narrowed her eyes playfully. 

"Who is the mouse and who is the lion?" Myra asked.

"Touché," she leaned back against the booth, her hand finding one of the knives to spin around on the table. "I would like to see that list..." she said and Myra's brows kissed in confusion, "the list of all the things that would make up for it. I should start working my way down it." Val's eyes trailed over her, drinking in everything she could with a lustful stare as she flicked the knife between her fingers.

Myra took a shaky breath, her legs crossing and uncrossing under the table as she tried to quell the throbbing that suddenly appeared there. 

"Am I making you uncomfortable, darling?" Val said with a smirk, laying the silverware back on the table as Myra's cheeks flared up. 

"No," she murmured, looking up through her lashes. "You could never do that, my King." 

"Good," Val said as she leaned forward, touching Myra's hand where it laid flat on the table. She started to trace circles on her palm and Myra almost let out a whimper. "Because I only aim to make you feel pleasure in my presence."

“I-“ Myra squeaked out a sound before the sound of footsteps broke through the daze surrounding her. Val took her hand back and Myra mourned the loss as she made a fist, hand still tingling from the contact. 

They gave their orders to the server who left immediately to put them in, leaving Myra staring at the table as her King stared at her.

Thoughts of Val danced around Myra's head to a melody of her laughter and calming voice that just seemed to surround her every time she opened her mouth. She could feel the King's dark eyes on her and everything in her was screaming at her to look up to take this chance, but she pulled herself back once more. This was a professional lunch and the mindless flirting was not going to get them anywhere. 

The two fell into idle chit chat as they sat and ate their burgers. Myra didn't want to admit out loud that while the bacon burger was good, she did actually miss her usual. 

She filled the King in on the current town gossip and their laughter filled the restaurant as Myra did everything she could to keep the conversation going appropriately. Which was more difficult as she thought with Valkyrie's foot lightly nudging her leg under the table, a fire igniting deep in her belly as her thoughts tried to shift. 

"Anyway, I know you don't want work talk, but you uh, you do have a few meetings this afternoon, and then Thor wanted to meet you for drinks this evening," Myra fidgeted nervously, her gaze landing on the King's lips as her tongue swiped across them.

“I do, that’s true,” the King mused, pinching her bottom lip between her thumb and first finger.  “I guess that means you get an early dart, right?”

“Well. I don’t…I mean…I have a lot of work to…”

“I’m not listening.” Val hummed, pretending to stuff her fingers in her ears.  “You’re gonna go home and have an early night.  You deserve it Myra.  And besides…”. Valkyrie laid her chin in her palm, her elbow resting on the table, “you don’t want to disappoint me, do you, Myra?”

“N-no,” Myra stammered, feeling a flash of heat rip through her, right to her core.

"Good," Myra's breath hitched as she watched Val bring her bottom lip between her teeth and smile, just stopping herself from finishing her thought, "good." She breathed. 

"Well then, my dear Myra, shall we walk back now? Allow me to bask a little more in your presence before you head home?" she asked as she stood and extended her hand to her for Myra to hold as she stood from her seat.

Myra looked up at her employer, the reason for many declined dates and late night dreams that had her tossing and turning in her sleep. It was just her hand, nothing more, but Myra knew that if she took it, then the door was open to a mountain of possibilities between them. There was a tingling under her skin as she raised her hand, almost too eager to feel the grip of the warrior before her. Before Myra’s skin could meet Val’s however, the doors to the small restaurant burst open and in ran one of the villagers who worked down by the ferry. 

“Ex-excuse me, Your Majesty,” the resident, a young man named Ivar, panted as he skidded to a stop before Val and Myra’s table. 

Val fixed him with a cool stare, raising one eyebrow in a clear message that whatever he is interrupting her for better be important. Ivar looked from Val to her assistant, still flushed and sitting in the booth. 

“Um, one of the goats, has…gotten away,” he stammered. “Toothgnasher, well he gnashed right through his chains.” 

With a heavy sigh, Valkyrie’s eyes rolled back and fluttered closed. Myra had to bite back a laugh at the sheer ridiculous nature of the events. 

“And where is he now?” she asked, exasperated. 

“He is currently plowing through the daycare’s garden. Already took out the playground.” 

“Which part?” 

“The entire playground, Your Majesty.” 

Val groaned before turning back to Myra, taking her hand once more. 

“Go home, Myra. I’ll come see you once this is handled and we can finish our…discussion.” 

With a gentle smile that quickly turned stoic as she turned back to Ivar, Val hurried out of the restaurant with the villager in tow. Myra couldn’t help the feeling of disappointment that filled her while walking back to her apartment, only a block over from the main offices of her King. It was a choice between going home and letting her mind wander, or keeping both her brain and her hands too busy to fantasize about what never could be. She chose the latter, despite Val’s implicit instructions. 

Day turned to night as Myra sat in front of her computer, barely noticing the lack of light as she typed away at emails, memos, and messages from Thor from whatever part of the galaxy he found himself in at that moment. There was a fair bit of teasing, the god of thunder being well aware of the crush Myra harbored for their mutual friend. Her fingers flew over the keys quickly, the clacking masking the heavy thud of the office door as it was closed by someone cloaked in darkness.

Myra sat silent, listening to the discontent sighs of the interloper as they rifled through King Valkyrie’s desk drawers.  The more they searched the greater their frustration grew until, with a forceful kick of the desk, they thumped down in the King’s chair.

She smiled, seeking the form of the person through the shadows, knowing with all certainty that this person was not a thief or a spy.

“Looking for this?”  Myra asked, holding up a rustic ceramic bottle stoppered with a gnarled cork peppered with red wax fragments; one of the last bottles of Asgardian mead that had been salvaged from the Ragnarok.  She had hidden the bottle after her King had spiked her own coffee at a town committee and banished the entire roster on account of them being boring.

King Valkyrie stood with no small amount of swagger and moved into the light cast by Myra’s computer, clearly a little worse for wear.  “Good girl.”  She accepted the proffered bottle with a sour pout and took a swig.

The praise sent goosebumps coursing down Myra’s spine, over the skin of her arms and left a warmth in her belly that she wished she could push aside, but she couldn’t.  She had been fighting these feelings so hard and denying herself for so long, that it had become almost automatic.

“Troublesome night?”

“When are the goats not troublesome, I swear I keep telling the smiths to strengthen their holdings but-” Valkyrie frowned,  “I thought I told you to go home.”

“You tell me many things,” Myra smiled coyly, “I don’t always listen. Your Majesty.”

Valkyrie looked at her, head tilting to the side. “Well, since you’re here, shall we continue our discussion?” Her free hand lifted, taking Myra’s and raising between them. Myra swallowed, looking into her King’s dark eyes, illuminated by the computer. Valkyrie grinned, lids lowering but gaze remaining fixed on her as she bent. 

“Pretty please?” she asked, quietly, her lips brushing Myra’s knuckles, a whimper slipping out of her throat.

Myra swallowed the lump in her throat and tried to ignore the crashing of her heart against her chest, her eyes remaining locked with her King’s. This couldn't be happening. It was the mead that was all. There was no way. 

"Your majesty, I - I don't know if that's a good idea, I can tell you've had a lot of mead and we can - just talk tomorrow," her words were cut short as Valkyrie pulled on her hand gently, getting Myra to stand. 

Valkyrie's hand let go of Myra's and found a home on her waist as she slowly guided her backwards and pressed her back against the wall, "you know as well as I that the mead makes no difference," she slid the bottle onto the desk beside them before bringing her hand up to brush a dark curl off Myra's forehead, "do I have to spell it out for you, Myra?" 

Shaking her head slowly, she allowed her hand to come up and land gently on the King's shoulder, "No I just -" she whispered, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth as she tried to think of the right words, "you're the King, and I'm just - "

"The most incredible woman I have ever met," Valkyrie whispered back, "if you want me to back off, just say the word..." she leaned forward and nudged the tips of their noses together. 

"Please don't..." her fingers curled into the collar of Valkyrie's shirt, actually scared that she'd cake away and they'd lose this moment forever. If there was any time to take a leap of faith, it was now. In the back of her mind, hung that black cloud of doubt but as she stood there caged between the stone wall and her King, Myra realized there was no place she'd rather be. 

Taking in a sharp breath, Myra tentatively leaned in and brushed her lips gently across Vals, pulling a chuckle from deep within her chest. 

"You can do better than that..." The king mumbled against her lips.

Myra’s eyes fluttered shut as she felt a hand slide up her throat and cup the back of her neck, fingers twining between the strands of her hair. It pulled her closer, keeping her pressed against Val’s mouth and she let out a whine that she hoped didn’t sound as desperate as she felt,

Tilting her head slightly, Myra felt the gentle brush of a tongue against her lips and she parted them, almost combusting at the welcome invasion.

A whimper left her lips as Val's hands seemed to disappear but quickly found purchase against her thighs.

Her fingers dug into her skin just below her skirt, "Can I?" Val whispered against her mouth and all Myra could do was nod. Without hesitation, Valkyrie pushed the hem of Myra's tight skirt higher, just enough to wrap her hands around the back and grip her thighs, lifting her against Val's thighs with barely a squeal from her kiss-swollen lips. She wrapped her arm around Myra's waist, using the wall for support as she peppered her throat. "Remember if this gets to be too much," she said breathlessly. 

"The word, the word...I know," Myra silenced her with another hungry kiss.

On the one hand, she wanted to savour the feeling of having the subject of her affection pressed up against her, devouring her in a passionate kiss while holding her body in her own, strong but still incredibly delicate hands.

On the other, she wanted more. It felt as if Myra was already drunk off their kiss as her lips tangled with her King's. Silently pleading and begging for more of the heat that's simmering between them to simply consume her and take over her entire being. 

She let out a small whine when Val's lips parted from her own only to slide down her throat, soft and slick with saliva and mead as they glided over her pulse point causing Myra to hold back a moan as she leaned her head back against the wall, eyes closing at the sensations the king was stirring in her body.

"Don't hold back, darling," Val murmured against her neck, her hands pushing further up Myra's skirt until she found the seamless panties underneath. "I've waited a long time to hear all the noises you can make." 

Val gripped the supple skin of Myra's ass, enough that she was sure purple marks would bloom the following day. She pressed Myra's quivering body further into the wall before lifting her up with a firm grasp on her back and thighs, taking Myra's breath away.

"What are you doing?" Myra panted against her King's parted lips, who carried her further into the office. Val smiled in response just as the hard oak of the royal desk pressed firmly into Myra's back. 

"We never got to have dessert," Val nearly growled, a hint of honey dripping from her voice. "And I am fucking starving." 

Val nipped the skin of Myra’s neck with her teeth, drawing a symphony of sounds that the meek assistant wouldn’t dream of making.  Gasps, moans, and sighs punctuated each nip and the soothing kisses that followed.  Myra clung to her King as a survivor of a shipwreck would cling to its flotsam, and Myra knew she was just as wet.

Grinning against the heated skin of Myra’s neck, Valkyrie moved carefully to stand between Myra’s legs and charted a course to her bounty.  Wet, mead-tainted lips trailed along inner elbows and wrists, beneath lifted blouses – King’s colours or not – Val looked like she wanted to map every inch of skin she could. 

Myra gasped and instinctively fisted her hand in Val’s long braids when the King’s teeth tormented the delicate skin of her cleavage, her nipples hardening under Val’s expert touch.  But the King didn’t stop there.  She kissed her way down Myra’s stomach, lowering herself to her knees before her subject.

Val paused, and Myra panicked, maybe this wasn’t what she wanted after all but she was met with her King looking up at the dishevelled state of her beautiful aid, the ravenous look in her eyes unmistakable. 

“You know, it should be you kneeling before me,” Val smirked, “I am the King of New Asgard, after all.”

“But you hate all of the formalities and titles.”  Myra panted, licking her lips nervously as Val looked up at her from between her thighs.

“True,” Val pursed her lips mischievously, “but you don’t.”

Myra nodded quickly, giggling slightly hysterically as she watched her King slide her hands up her legs from her knees to the insides of her thighs, spreading her open as heat passed through their skin. Valkyrie’s hands inched under Myra’s skirt, and just as they brushed the edges of her wet panties, just covering her folds, Myra shouted out, “Goats!”

The King blinked and stopped moving. “Goats?”

“It’s all I could think of?” Myra groaned as Valkyrie sat back on her heels, her hands falling away from Myra’s legs. 

Valkyrie examined Myra’s trembling form for a moment before smiling softly. “I think you need to cool off a bit”

Standing herself up, Valkyrie took Myra's hand in hers and pressed soft kisses up her skin to her neck, across her jaw and finally attached their lips once more, "Stay" she whispered, giving another quick kiss before sauntering through her office to the corner behind Myra's desk. 

Her head was spinning as she watched the king about her office, but the heat in her body calmed and craved Valkyrie's presence once more. Despite how fast this night was going and the lack of actual conversation they'd had about it, Myra knew this was what she wanted. The King was what she wanted. Always. 

Val reappeared with two plastic spoons and a tub of Myra's favorite ice cream from Infinity Conez, Mind Stone Mango. A soft smile appeared on the assistant's face as she tilted her head and watched Val. 

"Has that been here all day?" She questioned. 

Valkyrie cocked her eyebrow, and found a home back between Myra's legs, bringing the closeness back to them with a smirk, "is that really the question you want to ask right now?"

"I ask inappropriate questions when I'm nervous," Myra giggled as Val popped the lid on the ice cream and handed her a spoon. 

"Our standards of inappropriate are skewed," Val took a bit of ice cream, cleaning the spoon between her lips as Myra took her own trying not to clench her thighs together at the sight of Valkyrie devouring the dessert. 

Her heart skipped a beat as she watched Val sink again, pressing more ice cream into her mouth. She set the carton of ice cream next to Myra and dragged her cold fingers over her bare skin, sending shivers up her spine in shockwaves. She barely had time to collect her scattered thoughts as Val started to place slow, chilly kisses to her calf. Working her way up her hot skin, taking her time and driving Myra mad. 

"Val," she whimpered as her lips brushed against the hem of her hiked-up skirt. 

"Eat your ice cream, pretty girl," Val ghosted her tongue over her innermost thigh making Myra's toes curl in her shoes.

The icy temperature of Val's lips against her skin made Myra's hands tremble as she tried her hardest to bring the spoon to her mouth. When she felt teeth catch on the fabric of her underwear, right over where her clit lay throbbing beneath, she dropped a large dollop of sugary mango on her chest and yelped. Raising her head, Val locked eyes with the creamy splash on Myra's tawny skin and grinned darkly. 

"Messy little thing," Val chastised, clicking her teeth with an amused shake of her head. "Let me clean you up."

"Val," Myra whined again, wiggling her hips in protest before she was silenced by sticky fingers against her parted lips. 

"Shh," Val said. "I want to see how sweet it is before I get a real taste." 

Valkyrie moved her body up to hover over Myra and she felt the heat of Val's tongue immediately on her chest, biting and sucking at the melting dessert and the skin beneath. 

"And Myra," Val growled, licking her lips as she met the woman's heavy-lidded gaze. "In here, when I have you like this, I'm not Val. I am your King."

“Oh gods, yes your Majesty,” Myra moaned and Valkyrie surged upwards, taking her lower lip between her teeth, and pulling it into her mouth. Val sucked on it as her sticky hands roved under Myra’s bra, squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples until she was whimpering, Valkyrie’s tongue pushing into her mouth and swallowing the sounds. 

“Tastes better on you,” Valkyrie whispered into the kiss before pulling back, kissing her way back down Myra’s body. 

Valkyrie raised Myra’s skirt further, reaching below and pulling her panties down until she could step out of them, kicking them aside. Val shouldered her way between Myra’s legs, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses to her inner thighs, steadily getting closer to where she wanted it most.

"Your majesty... please" Myra rasped into a moan as Valkyrie peppered more kisses against her skin. 

Val's hand went up and pressed into Myra's chest firmly, pushing her to lay down onto the wooden oak desk, "shh, you're okay beautiful girl, I've got you," she smirked into her skin. 

An electric shock shot up her spine as the king finally pulled Myra's throbbing bud between her lips and sucked, before swirling her tongue around it in tight circles. A deep moan left her chest and her hand went flying up to land on a stack of official files that lay beside her head. 

"Oh my god, Va- my King," she breathed, arching her back into the desk. 

Valkyrie chuckled, sending vibrations of pleasure through Myra's body, "you taste just as sweet as I'd imagine"

Myra could barely form words, every tangled emotion dripping from her lips came out a guttural moan as Val nibbled gently at her clit as her hand raked over the flat of Myra's stomach. Her fingers curled around the fabric of her bra, tugging on it until Myra took the hint. She wiggled free of the straps exposing herself to her King, struggling to keep her hips on the table as Val curled a long, smooth finger into her folds. 

She could feel the smile on Valkyrie's lips as she teased her relentlessly until Myra was screaming her name. She removed her lips from her sensitive core, standing to hover over Myra. "You have to be quiet," she warned. 

"You have to be more naked," Myra took the chance of punishment as she pressed a heel into Valkyrie's shoulder, stopping her from moving any further. 

Her head tilted to the side, hair cascading down the sharp lapels of her suit and a sly smile pulled across her face. "Is that any way to speak to your King?" Val quipped. 

"My King is wearing far too much clothing," Myra raised an eyebrow.

With a smirk, the royal rose to her feet and shrugged off her jacket and kicked off her shoes. Myra licked her lips as Val pulled her belt from the loops, the clanking of the buckle loud against the hardwood floor. Left in only her white button down, Val stepped closer to Myra's heat and slowly unbuttoned the silky fabric, exposing toffee colored skin and strong lines of muscle. 

"Better now?" Val murmured, bringing a hand up to grip Myra's chin, kissing her gently and leaving her taste on her own tongue. 

"Much. Thank you, Your Majesty," Myra breathed with a soft giggle, moaning at the feeling of her lover's hands between her legs once again.

“Mm anything you need sweet girl, just ask,” Valkyrie whispered, sliding two fingers between Myra’s folds, capturing the gasp that left her lips in another deep kiss. Myra tore away, heaving for air as her King sucked bruises along her neck and collarbones, pushing her down against the desk until she was once again between her thighs. 

“Can you-“ Myra hesitated, flushing. 

“Remember sweet girl, just ask and it’s yours,” Valkyrie murmured, pressing a soft kiss to her knee. 

“Your daggers,” Myra blurted out. “Use them to cut my skirt.” She flushed but kept her eyes on her King’s, watching them get blacker. 

“As you wish, my darling,” Val grinned, reaching behind her and pulling out her daggers. She slid the flat of the blade up Myra’s thighs, moving slowly before making a sudden gesture and slicing through the material of her skirt.

Myra gasped, and let out a whine at the gesture, her dark eyes finding her King’s as the fabric fell off her hips, leaving her there completely naked in front of Valkyrie. It was a dream come true in her mind, the dizzy feeling returning as she craved the touch of her girl once more. 

Sitting up, Myra grasped the collar of Val's white shirt and attached their lips, swallowing a moan from the woman in front of her. Her hands travelled down her body, finding the opening of the white shirt that still hung from her body, tucking her fingers into it and pulling, sending clear plastic buttons flying through the office. 

She looked up to meet Val's gaze to find the king smirking down at her. 

"That's my girl," she whispered before pushing her back gently onto the desk once more and kissing her way back down Myra's body as the tips of her fingers dragged through her wet folds and pushed one inside of her.

"Saints," a string of swears fell from Myra's lips as Val's tongue flicked over her clit, her finger working at a languid pace from the inside. "More," she begged. 

Val practically growled against her, "I've imagined that sound in my dreams for months but it sounds so much better coming from your lips," she whispered, "ask nicely." 

"Please your Majesty, I need more." 

"So pretty when you're desperate,"  the words rolled off Valkyrie's tongue and seemingly tickled every nerve in Myra's body.

Her heels came down on Val's back and urged her on, while her hips began to mimic the same motion. For a moment, Myra worried that Val would stop her, but she only gripped her thighs tighter and lapped fast at her slick.

"Yes, don't stop, thank you, gods," Myra sobbed, nearing a breathless high while she fucked the face of her Majesty. She didn't know what she was thanking her for. Nonsense just flowed from her lips as the wave rose and rose, her body rigid against the wooden desk. 

Another finger joined the first inside Myra's cunt and Val curled them, finding perfectly the spot that Myra wanted most. She cried out, back bowing as she came hard and fast, slick dripping down onto the desk beneath them.

Myra breathed out, the sound turning into a squeak as her King kept going, fingers moving slower but deeper. 

“Come on pretty girl, give me another,” Valkyrie encouraged, murmuring against Myra’s lower lips, spit and slick keeping them sliding together. “Y’can d’it” she mumbled as she locked her lips around her hole and fingers, sucking hard. 

Myra screamed, orgasm hitting her like a punch to the gut, exploding out of her, zinging through her fingertips and toes.

The view of Valkyrie’s warm, slick tanned skin was even better from below. Her strong thighs demanded attention but Myra’s gaze couldn’t help but drink in the soft curves of her hips and the tight muscles of her stomach. She admired the round shape of her pert breasts and her mouth went dry thinking about wrapping her lips around her hardened nipples. 

“Do you like what you see?” Valkyrie rocked back onto the table, leaning against it and allowed Myra to hook her knee over her shoulder as she nodded quietly. “What do you want little mouse?” She whispered, raking her hands through her hair and tilting her chin up further. 

“To taste my King,” Myra’s kiss-swollen lips turned upwards as she nibbled the soft skin of Val’s inner thigh.

Valkyrie inhaled sharply as Myra bit down, soothing the mark with her tongue. She dropped to her elbows on the desk, head raised to watch Myra. 

“Go ahead,” Valkyrie murmured, lowly, spreading her legs another inch as Myra dove in.  She lapped at her King’s cunt, kissing her clit and worshipping her like she’d been longing to do. 

A hand in Myra’s hair forced her back, away from her prize and she whined, eyes desperately meeting Valkyrie’s. 

“Tell me, sweet girl, how does your King taste?” she nearly purred and Myra shivered, eyes fluttering. 

“So good, your Majesty,” she whimpered and Val’s eyes flashed as she strained to get back to her.

Every sound and praise that dripped from Valkyrie's mouth was like music to Myra's ears as she swirled her tongue around the swollen bud of nerves, and curled two fingers into Val's cunt. The way she tasted more sweet than Myra had ever imagined sent her brain into a frenzy. 

Reaching up, Myra found Valkyrie's hand and intertwined their fingers, allowing herself to smirk as she felt Val's grip tighten around her hand while her other flew up and wound itself into Myra's dark curls. 

"Right there, angel," Val moaned, throwing her head back to look at the ceiling, "just like that, fuck"

Myra kept her pace, wanting to pull every sound she could from Valkyrie's lips and memorize each movement that corresponded. That was her job, after all, keeping track of everything that made the King, happy.

Myra slid a third finger into Val, filling her just enough as her fingertips stroked her spot. 

“Oh, fuck!” Valkyrie cried as she came, one long, extended orgasm. Wave after wave rocked the king and Myra worked her through them all, pressing soft kisses to her clit and licking around her still gently thrusting fingers. 

When the King’s hips finally settled against the wet desk, Myra slowly slid her fingers free, pressing a gentle kiss to her cunt before pulling away. 

Myra sat back on her heels, Valkyrie lifting up on shaking elbows. “Come here, sweet girl,” she murmured, reaching down and grabbing Myra’s chin, leading her up between her legs until she was laying on top of her, cuddled on the desk. 

Myra’s head was pillowed on Valkyrie’s arm, her other arm around Myra’s waist, holding her close. They stayed quiet, trading soft kisses and lingering looks.

Drawing circles along Valkyrie's belly, Myra couldnt stop the soft smile that stayed plastered to her lips. She wasn't sure what all of this meant to the king and it would definitely be something they would need to talk about, but for now, she did her best to quiet those thoughts and focus Val's soft skin beneath her and the sound of her panting breaths. This night had been everything she wanted it to be and more, it wasn't something she was about to let her own brain ruin for her. 

Valkyrie's lips pressed a soft lingering kiss to the side of Myra's head, causing her to look up into the wet, dark eyes of her king. Her chest squeezed together as the worst thought exploded into her mind. Maybe it was just her that wanted this. Maybe this was the king about to tell her that it had all been a huge mistake. 

"You know," Val cleared her throat and sucked in a sharp breath, turning her eyes to the ceiling "when I lost my last love on the battlefield, I thought that was it. I never wanted to or tried to find someone to bring back into my life, and then," her gaze landed back on Myra, catching her eyes once more, "you waltzed into my office when we landed here and somehow knew me better than I knew myself" 

"Your majesty, I -" 

"In the years you've been my assistant, you have managed to slowly piece back together every piece of heart without even knowing it," Valkyrie whispered, her eyes tracing over each feature on Myra's face, "I couldn't do this without you... I couldn't do anything with you" 

Myra stretched up and captured Val's lips with hers as she reached up and wiped away the single tear that had escaped down the king's cheek. 

"You don't have to do anything without me, I'm not going anywhere," Myra reassured, letting her thumb linger against Val's cheek, softly sending the sadness away. 

Valkyrie smiled, and nudged their noses together, pulling Myra as close as possible to her body, "You know, every good King has an even better Queen..." she teased, locking their gaze with one another, "And you, my beautiful, charismatic, surprisingly funny, and so smart girl, have the makings of a powerful Queen, so be mine…" 

"Oh I don't - " Myra started, her bottom lip finding a home between her teeth. 

"Pretty please..." Valkyrie whispered once more as she pressed her lips softly to Myra's. 

Nodding slowly, Myra pulled back with a sweet smile, and cupped Val's cheek once more, "Anything for you my king, always" 

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[arlana-likes-to-write]

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.”   

#valkyrie x reader #valkyrie/reader #brunnhilde x reader #marvel fanfiction #marvel one shot #valkyrie x you #valkyrie x y/n #brunnhilde x you #brunnhilde x y/n #valkyrie x female reader #brunnhilde x female reader #based on a song #valkyrie fanfiction #king brunnhilde #Marvel AU #thor love and thunder

[undiscovered-horizon]

Imagine being the "new Thor". Both Valkyrie and Thor seem to have a thing for New Asgard's unfamiliar protector.

NOTE: exciting news! currently working on interactive fanfic! 👀 👀

Thor couldn't believe his own eyes when he saw Mjolnir fly past him. Even more: it wasn't in pieces. He naively reached out, missing his old companion of wars and adventures. Before his fingers even brushed against the Asgardian steel, however, Mjolnir dashed back in the direction in had just flown from. How could that be?

His eyes followed the blue hue of energy, trying to spot the new wielder of the divine weapon. And there you were: a silhouette he did not recognize. Thor watched you for a moment, admiring the swift and yet ever so powerful movements as if you were the child of a war God yourself. He could tell you were worthy of Mjolnir but that wasn't enough to stop him from moping and brooding. It was his hammer and he wasn't a man who lets go easily.

"Who's the new guy?" he called out to Valkyrie, trying to sound as ambivalent as he could. In some way, it pained him that Mjolnir was no longer his, although it hasn't exactly belonged to him for a few years now. What truly clenched his chest, perhaps, was the fact that Mjolnir did not choose him. Maybe he missed the hammer or maybe he simply missed the days when he was the one to wield it. Life seemed a lot lighter, happier, back then.

"Oh, you're gonna love them!" she yelled back. Although she wasn't wearing armour, her appearance remained very warrior-like. She wore her fighting spirit like a well-deserved crown.

As if summoned by Valkyrie's excitement, your fight brought you to Thor's proximity. He couldn't help but steal short glances, curious how his "descendant" is doing. To the displeasure of his ego and megalomania, you were doing an impressive job, considering you have wielded Mjolnir for less than a day.

"How did this even happen?" he asked without breaking the fight. It was quite impressive, that he could cut down those strange shadowy creatures without looking at them. If you could look behind your back, at him, you would surely be impressed.

"Bit of a long story!" you yelled out with significant difficulty. It was quite an ordeal to explain yourself to the God of Thunder while fighting unknown creatures of the dark with a divine weapon you have owned for maybe three hours. "Mind if we postpone?" you asked between exhausted pants. Did Thor, too, get so tired when he first started to fight?

Maybe because he was so experienced and had a truly god-like endurance, Thor was able to fight the creatures all the while watching your gradually more strained moves. No matter how tired and sloppy you appeared after the long battle, you were tireless in fighting the shadow monsters; even if your muscles ached and your lungs burned, you persisted. It was truly a sight to behold: a mundane human with a spirit worthy of a god. Was it the Asgardian magic that made you divine or did it simply make something intrinsic to your whole being resurface? Whatever it could be, Thor was willing to become its devout believer.

"Dibs," stated Thor when Valkyrie was close enough to hear his words but you were far enough to remain oblivious to their conversation. He could already picture you alongside him, winning the most grand of wars across the universe.

"Nu-uh. Saw them first," she answered with a grin. Valkyrie did have a point: she set her sights on you ever since you stepped among the houses of New Asgard. What do Midgardians say? "Finders keepers"?

"Fair. Let the best one win, which is me." Thor smiled and pointed at himself. Valkyrie only sighed at his antics and continued the fight against the shadow creatures. They can race to win your heart after New Asgard is safe. But that surely won't stop them from showing off while doing so.

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[thehoundwrites]

random word- princess :)

Yes you've inspired me!!

𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔟𝔢 𝔞 𝔭𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔬𝔬

Valkyrie x Butch!Reader

Drabble, unless you guys would like another part

"Oh cmon don't say that"

"Don't make this a thing"

"No, I am making this a thing"

You sigh, you should've known better than to say something so corny, yet if course you know your girlfriend better than anyone.

"What? I'm just saying you're absolutely pretty enough to be a princess!"

"Baby pretty is not the word you're looking for"

"Don't make me do it. "

"What kyrie, what exactly are you gonna do?"

There was zero hesitation, as she grabbed your wrist tightly with her limber fingers swooping you into her chest. This is why she always could pull off the cocky smirk that you swore she glued on, because she could do smooth bullshit like this that made your heart flutter.

You opened your mouth to protest but you couldn't make a sound.

"Put my lips on every pretty part of your body until you give me the prettiest fucking song I've heard"

Your cheeks heated as your hand went to grab the front of her sweater to lock lips with her.

"You're cute"

She raised an eyebrow at you

"So find me when I come home I'll have a surprise for ya princess" she tapped your chin before walking off leaving you in a fuzzy state that led to panic. You're only thoughts were please don't let it be a fucking dress.

#valkyrie x reader #valkyrie apex legends #valkyrie x butch reader #valkyrie fanfiction

[bigbadripley]

Chemistry - Ⅴ - Experiment

PAIRING: VALKYRIE X BISEXUAL!FEMALE!OC

Appearances: Student!Valkyrie, Professor!Stark, Student!Yelena,

Summary: Reese Majors decides to join a tutoring program hosted by her favorite professor for volunteer hours. She gets set up to tutor a girl named Valkyrie Brunnhilde, a bombshell she’s never met before. Reese finds herself in a world of trouble as she grows closer to the once stranger that she is meant to help with her classwork.

⚠️ +18!! | third-person omniscient | 2,307 words | Fluffy/Dash of Angst/Smut | College AU | Warnings: Light swearing, mutual pining, virgin!OC, smut, dom!Valkyrie, thigh riding, handsiness

A/N: I write new warnings for each part of the story. You are responsible for your own consumption of stories online. DL;DR. As always, if you find anything that needs to have a warning or I mislabeled something, please

Chapter list (ongoing)

Or read on Ao3!

Just be cool, Reese. She didn't kiss you earlier for no reason. Reese thought to herself as she sat on the rock, habitually checking the time, and it changed by a single minute. It read 6:08, meaning Val was late as always. 

Reese didn't think it was possible to miss someone she saw that morning, but her heart yearned for Val. 

Fuck, am I obsessing? 

Her thoughts were interrupted by a rustling behind her that could have only meant Val had arrived. Reese's heart sped up when she saw her, excited to see her regardless of her tardiness. 

"Hey," Val greeted. Reese returned the greeting as she watched Val dig through her purse for her hand-rolled joint and lighter, admiring the face of focus she made before she finally had it in hand. 

In addition to the smell of stinky weed, the wind wafted the scent of Val's freshly showered skin in her direction. It was a sweet smell, like vanilla, lavender, or even both. 

Once smoking commenced, Reese spoke up first. "So, I wanted to talk about that kiss earlier." She started. Val nodded as a plume escaped her perfect lips,

"I wanted the same. You mind if I start?" She asked. Reese provided a silent hand gesture, giving her the floor. It took everything Val had to not abort the mission at hand and kiss Reese more. 

Would it be so bad? Yes. Yes, it would, Valkyrie. 

"So, um... I don't want to lead you on if this is a fluke." She said, having trouble looking the girl next to her in the eyes. 

Reese raised an eyebrow at this, thinking there was no way she was being rejected after what had happened that morning. She started to wish she didn't text to meet after all. "What do you mean?" She said through the sound of her heart thumping in her ears. 

Val needed to come clean, and she knew it. The whole purpose of doing this was to avoid hurting Reese later, even if she had to pinch her right now. She took a deep breath,

"Right before I transferred here, I had just gotten out of a really toxic relationship, and because of that, I don't think I'm looking for anything serious right now," Val explained. 

Val swore she would have heard Reese's heart crack if the wind wasn't making its own ruckus around them. The disappointment in her eyes was immeasurable. 

"Oh," Reese responded quietly, thinking about how she'd been in this situation before, on the other end, and for different reasons. "I understand." She finished, trying to give Val a smile, but she could only muster a half-hearted grin. Val shook her head,

"I don't think you do, Reese. I want you, don't get me wrong, but I don't think our goals align the same way."

"They could-" Reese started but was promptly cut off by Val.

"They couldn't. You need a long-term relationship with a girl who will spoil and love you, not just sleep with you. I can't guarantee that to you, and I don't want to give you the idea that it will happen." 

Reese's eyes drooped to her hands. Her eyes began to burn from salty tears welling up, and she felt embarrassed for falling so hard for this girl she had only met a few days before. 

Val didn't know how to make it right by Reese and would have preferred her to be pissed and screaming rather than wholly shut off like she was. She cleared her throat and tried to find words to cushion the blow. "We can still be friends, and you can still tutor me, ya know, and maybe I'll change my mind at some point, but I don't want you to hold out hope."

The near-redhead was still quiet, afraid that if she spoke, she would croak or squeak, then cry and make a bigger fool of herself. She'd never been the one on this side of things. It hurt breaking things off with Clint, but that felt like it was for the best. 

But this? This felt like a kick in the stomach. This wasn't meant to happen. 

Fuck, I guess this is karma for Barton. She thought to herself. 

Reese took a deep breath, cleared her throat, and stood up,

"I get it. I'll see you on Monday, Val."

Once Reese was far enough away from the rock, she couldn't keep the waterworks back anymore. 

 Later that night, Reese found it hard to fall asleep as she pondered what could have gone wrong with her and Val. Things started off normal until the kiss, which was fantastic for Reese. 

She couldn't help but replay the kiss as she lay in bed. Everything about it was so perfect she couldn't wrap her head around Val's apprehensions. Reese liked Val enough to where she wanted to keep the door open, and, more than anything, she lusted over the idea.

She wanted to seem like the cool girl who could handle what Val wanted for them. It was a matter of actually being that cool girl.

Instead of lying in bed moping, she got to her feet and took a walk to clear her head. Yelena was reading her book when Reese got to the door. 

"Going for a walk. I'll be back soon. Don't wait up." She told her roommate as she stepped out. 

The breezy night air whipped Reese's hair in all directions as she stepped across the courtyard. She wasn't going to Val's place, but her feet were conveniently taking her toward the apartments right off campus where Val resided. 

Turn around, stupid. Reese thought to herself. 

"A little late to be out and about, don't you think?" She heard from behind her, interrupting her thoughts. Reese kept her limbs tight to her body and her hands in her pockets but turned her head enough to find that Professor Stark was the culprit. Reese chuckled,

"I could say the same for you, professor. What brings you to campus at all right now?" 

Stark held up a thick black notebook with a shrug. "Professor Potts left her notebook and asked me to pick it up for her. I was just going. What's your excuse?"

"Fresh air and blood flow are good for the brain when you need it to work correctly," Reese responded. 

"While that's true, why does your brain need to work right now? Class project?"

"Lady troubles."

"Ah, been there, done that." He said with a sympathetic tone as he got to the car's driver's side door. "While I feel it isn't my place to professionally advise, I will tell you to listen to your heart and don't give up hope, know your worth, and all that cliche mumbo-jumbo." 

Reese stood in place as the professor got into his car. It was cliche mumbo-jumbo, but it was good enough for her. She gave the professor a wave, and he got into his car and watched for a moment as he started to drive away. 

Listen to your heart, eh? 

 Val was just getting ready for bed when she heard a knock at her door and was confused about who could be stopping by at 11 at night. She was even more confused but pleasantly surprised when she saw Reese standing on the other side of the door, cheeks red from the wind outside. 

"Can we talk?" She asked with an anxious grin. Val thought they already had talked but still stepped aside for her to come in. 

Reese knew it was a bad idea, but she still couldn't stop being as forward as possible with Val once they got to her room. "Is it crazy that I still want to kiss you?" She asked. 

Val chuckled, "I think it's crazy that you show up here this late, seemingly ignoring what we talked about mere hours ago." 

It was apparent to Reese that Val wasn't pleased with her feat of bravery, and she didn't blame her. It made her feel clingy and annoying to act this way, but she just couldn't help herself. 

"I think you're mistaking my inexperience for innocence, and because of that, you deny this thing between us. I need you to fully reject me so I can move on." Reese said, seeming to squeeze it all into one breath. 

Val wanted to be mad, wanted to think it was weird, but everything in her just kept saying-

You should kiss her again. Wrap your fingers up into her hair. 

"I can't give you the relationship you want, Reese." Val sighed. Reese took a step forward and swallowed thickly. She had never felt so bold in her life. 

"You also can't seem to get me out of your head, and the same goes for me."

"You wouldn't know the first thing about what goes through my head."

"Then show me."

"You understand if we try things my way, you may not get your way at the end of this, right?" Val spoke. She hadn't noticed how close she was to Reese before and had trouble figuring out what to do with her hands. She wanted to grab Reese, but knew that wouldn't be the move to make. Not yet, anyway. "We wouldn't be exclusive. You'd get me off, I'd get you off, and we would continue doing everything else normally."

"I can accept that." Reese softly informed. 

It didn't seem possible to Val, but she saw Reese differently from before. Earlier, she saw a girl who was all butterflies and romance. 

Now she saw a girl begging to be used right before her eyes. 

That was enough for Val to grab Reese's waist and pull her in for a kiss, this one more hungry than the last.

Reese hadn't realized how needy she was or how badly she craved this divine woman until she pulled away from her mouth and took her bottom lip between her teeth. 

"If you say so, we can stop, but that will be the end of it. If you aren't ready, that's it." Val told her, implying that a second chance wouldn't be imminent if she were to back out. Reese nodded, nervous and optimistic at the same time. 

"I want you." She said, voice barely breaking a whisper. 

It was right then when Val decided she would ruin this girl, and she didn't care much. 

Val curled her fingers under the waistband of Reese's sweatpants and slowly started bending her knees, pulling the pants down as she planted small, wet kisses from neck to hips. 

Reese nearly forgot how to stand still as this was done and grew weak in the knees. Val watched in delight as her green eyes fluttered shut from the chills each little kiss left. 

Val guided Reese's feet out of her sneakers and forward to step out of the pants, admiring how pretty her soft, milky thighs were. Her panties were a baby blue color, and she instantly noticed the dark, slick patch on the front. 

"Wet little mess, aren't you?" Val said as she stood back up. "All that for me?" 

Reese's breath hitched as she nodded, unable to fully form words for fear of trembling. Val slipped her pajama bottoms off and sat at the edge of the bed as she gently coaxed Reese with her by her hips. 

"Sit." Val told her as she positioned her thigh between her legs. Reese did as she was told and sat on Val's thigh, immediately growing impatient by the pressure against her. She didn't want to seem clueless, but she felt she needed to wait for instruction, and Val was quick to oblige. "Grind on me, pretty girl." 

As Reese began rutting her cloth-clad clit against Val's thigh, she began to coo involuntarily, and Val could have sworn it was the sweetest sound she'd ever heard. She was clearly incredibly needy when she started slow and shy and picked up the pace a moment later. 

Val took Reese's left hand and slipped it into her underwear. She was pleasantly surprised at Reese's eagerness when she circled her middle and ring fingers around her clit right away. 

They both hummed their pleasure in unison as they kissed, their tongues exploring each other as they had that morning. 

Fuck, this feels so much better with someone else. Reese thought to herself as she felt her climax build. The muscle of Val's thigh was far more blissful than a pillow, causing more friction. It felt like she was trance-like, and her body was being taken over. Nothing was stopping her now. 

"That's right, pretty girl, ride my thigh. I love how it makes you whimper." Val said with a bit of raspiness in her voice. She was starting to feel her own orgasm peek through, but she knew Reese was much closer. Her soft whines grew louder as her grinding grew frantic. She was holding onto Val's shoulders for dear life, going faster and harder.

The sound, along with Reese's hand stroking her and the gathering moisture on her thigh, was enough to push Val over the edge just as Reese started to fall out. The two women's abs tightened, and their walls clenched as they came, swearing breathily. 

"Fuck, Val." Reese groaned as she panted. She pulled her hand out of Val's underwear and eyeballed the sheen of wetness that coated her fingers proudly. 

Val took Reese's face and placed another heavy kiss on her lips, "I normally wouldn't be done, but it's getting late." She said as she pulled away. Reese nodded, understanding but disappointed. "I'll have you again tomorrow." 

When Reese left Val's, it took everything in her not to jump for joy until she reminded herself that they weren't together. 

You gotta be cool. Don't be clingy and weird. You'll see her again tomorrow. 

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[angelltheninth]

If All of the Kings Had Their Queens on the Throne

Pairing: King Valkyrie x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, hooking up, flirting, first meeting, fingering, cunnilingus, strap-on, strap-on blowjobs, dirty talk, praise, calling Valkyrie Sir, marriage proposal (as a joke... or is it)

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: Been on my mind since I saw that scene with her in a suit.

You were always weak for a woman in a suit. It saw sexy, powerful, majestic, breathtaking. But Valkyrie in a suit? Was she actually a goddess? Did she gain that status and you somehow didn't hear about it? If someone told you so you would be inclined to believe it just from how she carried herself when she walked.

But the way she looked at you, the way she smiled at you, scanned over your body, undressed you with her eyes, just the smallest press of her hand on your lower back or upper thigh made your pussy throb. Nevermind the sweet nothings she whispered into your ear while playing with the zipper of your dress.

"Have you ever slept in a King's bed?" She breathed against the shell of your ear, making your hips buck against the leg she had slipped between your legs moments before.

"No." You wondered how your voice sounded to her right now. It was a bit higher pitched then normal. Your focus was on maintaining your grip on her shoulders rather than controlling your voice.

"Would you like to?" Her soft lips brushing against your ear made you shiver more.

"I don't think you need to ask but I appreciate that you did." Somewhere between kissing her and needing to breathe you ended up pressed against the wall of what you assumed was her bedroom. You probably parted a few times before that but it was such a blur in her horny brain that it might as well not have happened. "Is it smart to leave your party early? I'd hate for rumors to start up."

Valkyrie rolled her eyes as her hands sneaked under your dress, your legs spreading automatically. "I'm not someone who worries about rumors. I'm a King, there's gonna be gossip about me no matter what, they might as well involve beautiful women."

Taking you by the hand she lead you into her bedroom. There was... a lot of weapons in there. Fit for her, she might be a King but she was also one of the strongest fighters in the realm. But you didn't have time to ask about all the weapons or the stories behind them as you found yourself pressed against the door once again and Valkyrie mouthing and biting at your neck.

You would have enjoyed her kisses more but she took them lower, lowering to her knees with a smile on her lips, "A King on her knees for you. Aren't you a lucky one?" She asked as she placed a kiss against your thigh. Since your legs were already parted for her all she needed was to lift your dress up a little, "Be a darling and hold this for me." You couldn't refuse her offer when she looked at you like that, her soft eyes so full of desire. "What a good girl."

Your hands shook a little as they held onto the dress. You had trouble looking down at her as she wasted no time pulling your underwear down and licked a path up your pussy, tapping at your clit. Her tongue prodded and poked, exploring every inch of you, pushing in between your folds to taste as much of you as she could. Unable to keep your hands to yourself you bit the fabric of your dress to hold it up and pushed Valkyrie's head closer.

The teasing was nice but you weren't exactly in the mood for it when you had such a breathtaking woman between your legs. You spread your legs a little more hoping to entice her somehow now that your mouth was occupied.

She'd never dream of denying a lady pleasure that she could provide, "You want more baby?" She pushed her middle finger up past your entrance, just the first knuckle, "Want this?" You nodded and lifted one leg to her shoulder, giving her better access to your pussy, "So needy. Maybe something a little bigger? I have more than just weapons in here." Her lips wrapped around your clit and sucked as she moved her finger in and out, letting you flutter around her each time. "I have a lot of toys. What you feel like? Since you're so tight maybe a nice strap would loosen you up."

"God, yes please." You mumbled as best as you could with your teeth still clenched around the dress. Valkyrie hummed against your clit as she loosened up her tie. Would she use it on you? "Please sir."

"Sir? I see you're a kinky one. Not that I mind, I'm much of the same." Her finger curled inside of you, the unexpected pressure causing your whole body to shake. "I've got you, let go for me." You couldn't believe you were actually coming on her face, her fingers and that she, the King, was lapping it all up. She hooked one hand around the leg you had over her shoulder, keeping you balanced against the door until you caught your breath. "Can you make it to the bed?"

"I... think so sir." You lost the dress and heels in the process, and almost lost your footing as well. Good thing you were sitting on the soft bed when you turned around and looked at Valkyrie and got an eyeful of her breasts, abs and biceps all at once. "Fu-" You lost your voice when you saw her hand spreading lube across the length of a dark blue strap on poking from her pants. "Hold on, you had that on the whole night?"

Valkyrie shrugged, "Just the harness. Something told me I was gonna get lucky tonight. I'm so glad I was right."

Tingles spread all over your body, making your nipples hard and your pussy ache again. "I'm glad too." You started to turn around, ready to be pounded from behind but she grabbed your hips and guided you to lay against the pillows. The lubed up strap felt a little cold on your pussy but it was a nice sensation.

"I want to see your pretty face." She praised as she pressed the tip against your hole, "And I want to see how well you take my cock. From this angle I can see it all." Her rough hands pressed against your thighs to keep them open for her eyes to roam from your face to your cunt uninterrupted.

You wanted to wrap her legs around her so badly, but you settled for pulling her down a little instead. She was all to happy to comply and kiss you as she started moving to sink the strap-on inside you. They were slow, easy, dragging thrusts until you felt her bottom out.

"Ready?" You nodded and whimpered loudly at the roll of her hips, out and then in, each time faster, harder, filling, fucking, pounding, ramming into your sopping wet pussyhole. The only thing you can hear other then the wet noises your pussy makes is the equally quick smacking of skin and Valkyrie's occasional chuckle. Her hands pulled you down towards her, encouraging you to meet each one of her thrusts and you did so without hesitation. "Knew from the moment I saw you that you were perfect for me."

She had her eye on you for a while then. Learning that made both your heart and your pussy flutter. "I'm honored."

"No. I am." From your breathing she can tell you're close again, so she eases up a little, smirking when you can't help yourself and start chasing her cock, "That's a good girl, fuck yourself on my cock. Yes, that's it. So fucking good."

Unable to form any words that would make sense you just let out a series of moans and, "Fuck, fuck, oh fuck..." You felt your breath hitch and came from her next thrust, body pulled taunt like a spring.

"Oh Gods. Marry me pretty girl." Valkyrie mumbled as she kept fucking the strap-on into you faster, chasing her own orgasm. She finally let go of your thighs in order to lean over and hug you close, chest pressed together and her breathy moans in her ear going from fast, then hitched, and then relaxed as her pleasure peaked and then ebbed away in your arms. "Fuck me."

"You just did that to me sir." You joked against her neck and smelled the scent of sex and her perfume, a bit like leather and wood. "But I'm not ready to marry you just yet. I'm not that easy of a woman."

"Ah... I didn't assume... that was a joke of course." It was funny to see her backpaddling so hard on it. Then again considering her position of power maybe she was under the impression that you'd do it out of some sense of obligation and obedience. "We only met a few hours ago, it would be weird to... but we could go on a date. There's a lovely little tavern here in New Asgard, my personal favorite, they have the best drinks."

Before you could reply she pulled back, taking the toy with her. "I'm okay. Yes, I would like to go on a date with the King. And have a repeat of this if possible?" You whispered that last bit but seeing as she was just a bit away, wiping the strap-on clean she heard you.

"We will definitely be doing this again." Thank fucking Gods for that because you were far from getting enough of the handsome warrior. In fact you might just be in love with her after all.

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[howfarethestars]

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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[raven-the-claw]

showing you pictures of the canon young marauders to prove how delulu we actually all are.

okay so first we have the marauders themselfs (looking like a bunch of high school kids on some serious drugs):

next up, one of the most popular ships in this fandom, we have marlene and dorcas (this is the youngest picture of them i could find, so i apologize for the two of them looking like two coffee sipping grandmas):

here we have lily, who is the only one who actually looks kinda cute

canon snape (WHY IS HE CUTE TOO HELP):

and lets not forget the canon jily (again, james looks like a random teenager who likes magic mushrooms a lil too much):

then here we have james, lily, pete, remus (why does his hair look lowkey emo help) and sirius (why is his hair shorter than its supposed to be help again):

canon alice and frank (why does he look like he doesnt know where he is):

the canon emmeline (shes kinda cute ngl):

okay this one needs a trigger warning so i think yall know whats coming...YOU GUESSED IT. the canon reggie (not even commenting on this one):

well, there u go.

dm me if u want me to pay for ur therapy.

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[moonstruckme]

Would you be willing to do fem whimsical!reader x lily where reader thinks something is haunted and maybe tries to befriend the ghost? Idk id really be happy with anything i just love lily. thank you if you do write it!! If not that’s okay I hope you have a wonderful day!!

Thanks lovely, hope you have a wonderful day as well <3

Lily Evans x whimsical!reader ♡ 916 words

You recognize the sound of Lily’s footfalls thumping dully on the dusty floors, so you don’t jump when a figure sits down beside you. 

“Did you buy whiskey?” she asks. “You don’t even like whiskey.” 

“It’s not for me.” 

Your girlfriend hums, shuffling closer so her thigh is pressed against your knee where you have your legs crossed underneath you on the floor. In front of you is your candle, the flame flickering steadily, and your offering of the bottle of whiskey. Otherwise, the room is empty. “If you keep coming in here, eventually Michael’s going to figure it out and he’ll get a real lock put on the door.” 

Michael is your landlord, of whom Lily is constantly wary because his first course of action is always threatening to kick tenants out (though as far as you know, he’s never actually done it). 

“True,” you reply, “but don’t you think he’d appreciate it if I got the presence up here to quiet down? No one’s going to move in if it keeps making so much ruckus.” 

Shortly after the last tenants had moved out, you’d started hearing noises in the unit above yours. Sometimes it’s a light clicking, sometimes a louder thump like something’s fallen, but every time you’ve come up here to check there’s been no evidence of things having moved around. The natural conclusion is that there’s been some disturbance in the spirit world that’s resulted in a new presence squatting here, and you like to make friends with your neighbors. 

You know Lily’s a bit dubious of your theory, but your beliefs often differ from hers. She’s never made you feel like yours are any less valid. 

“Are you sure that making friends with the ghost won’t make it more inclined to make more noise?” she asks.

“Mm, maybe,” you muse, “but I’d like to think that if they like me well enough, they’ll listen if I ask them to keep it down. At least at night, you know?” 

Lily smiles, and the room warms in response. “Worth a try,” she agrees. “How long do you think you’re going to be tied up for? Dinner’s almost ready.” 

“Not much longer. As soon as the candle burns out I just have to look at the shapes in the wax, and then I can go.” 

“We’re going to have to clean up the wax stains before Michael discovers them too.” She leans over to kiss the side of your head, the soft curtain of her hair falling across your cheek, before sitting back on her heels and straightening up. “Alright, love, come down when you’re done.” 

You hum in response, listening to the comforting cadence of her footsteps as they leave. But then there’s another sound with them. A quiet clicking. 

You inhale softly as the flame of your candle flares slightly. “It’s here,” you breathe. “It’s listening.” Lily pauses in the doorway, and you clear your throat, trying to affect your voice to be calm and welcoming. “Hello? Can you communicate with us?” 

The clicking continues. You think—hope, maybe—that it might be growing louder, but it’s difficult to say. 

“Hello?” you try again. “We’re friendly, please don’t be afraid.” 

“Sweetheart, I’m not sure…” Lily takes a few steps toward you, a bemused furrow between her brows. “It sounds like it’s coming from in there.” 

She starts down the hall, and you follow hastily. She stops in front of a closed bedroom door, reaching behind her to grasp your arm cautiously. The clicking does sound louder here. Lily edges the door open quietly, peering inside. 

“Oh.” The syllable stretches as if drawn out from between her lips, sweet as spun sugar. “Hello, darling.” 

She lets the door fall the rest of the way open, dropping into a crouch. Over her, you can see the empty, dusty room, rich light from the setting sun streaming through the windows, and a small white kitten frozen warily in the middle of the floor. 

Lily reaches out a hand, making quiet little tsking noises with her tongue, but you step right over her and gather the kitten in your arms. 

“Hi there,” you say. “Is it you making ruckus every night?” 

Lily laughs, rising from her crouch to come stand by your shoulder. “It’s so unfair how they always come to you,” she complains fondly. “I try so hard.” 

You hum noncommittally. It’s true, animals love you. You scratch the side of the kitten’s face, smiling when it purrs. 

Your girlfriend smiles too. “So you’re our ghost, hm?” she coos, stroking a knuckle down its belly. “Sorry you didn’t get your chance to make friends with someone from the afterlife, sweetheart.” 

“That’s alright,” you say. “This may be more rewarding anyway. You can’t pet ghosts.” 

Lily laughs, dropping a kiss on your shoulder. “No, I don’t suppose you can. Do you want to keep her?” 

You look at her in surprise. “Could we? Michael wouldn’t be happy.” 

She shrugs a shoulder, green eyes flashing with challenge. “There are some things worth incurring Michael’s wrath, I think.” 

You beam, looking down at the nearly sleeping kitten cradled in your arm. “Yeah.” 

“Come on.” Lily gives you a nudge, starting back out into the hall. “Our dinner’s going to burn, and I think we have tuna in the pantry to hold this one over until we can get to the store.”

“Can we name her Ghost?” you ask, following her out. 

“Oh, I don’t think we have a choice.” 

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[roguerambles]

A Nymph and A Spartan

Record of Ragnarök - Leonidas x Female Reader

Warnings - 18+Only. Adult Situations.

Okay, so credit for this idea goes to an anon on @rukia-writes blog, which I have been graciously allowed to use, so I hope you don't mind because we need more sexy Leonidas stories, damn it--

Enjoy!

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"We shouldn't be in here!"

"Oh, Aurai, stop worrying."

"Start worrying, Stellia! Lord Apollo would be furious if he knew we were here--"

"We are here for Lord Apollo, remember--?"

You huffed slightly as your fellow nymphs bickered between themselves, tucked behind you as you crouched together in the small, wooded area the three of you had snuck into. The whole thing had been Stellia's idea. "We should understand who Lord Apollo is facing!" She had insisted, while Aurai had been indignant at the thought Apollo required any kind of advantage to best a mere human. You had tagged along simply to keep them out of trouble.

"We're going to get caught if you two do not pipe down--" You tried to shush them, only for Stellia to suddenly grasp your arm, pointing just past the treeline.

"Look!"

You followed her gesture with an aggrieved sigh - you were missing a perfectly good bath for this - and turned to face the direction she was pointing, half expecting--

Men.

Shirtless men.

Tall, shirtless, filled with muscle, Spartan men.

"Oh Fates--" Aurai squeaked, clasping a hand over her mouth, a deep flush filling her cheeks. "We...we should leave!"

"No." You replied, remaining rooted to the spot. The Spartans seemed to be training, judging by the dummies and weapons scattered about. You had never actually been to Sparta in its glory, but if the towering specimens of manhood in front of you, bodies built like exquisitely carved statues made flesh and blood were the norm, you severely regretted it.

The three of you remained huddled together, blatantly gawking at every contracting muscle - if any of the Spartans looked up they probably would have spotted you. "Which...um..." Stellia found her voice first, although her eyes remained glued to the back of a particularly strapping fellow practicing with bow and arrow. "...which one do you think is facing Lord Apollo...?"

"Who cares?" You said back vaguely. Stellia hummed as though in agreement, and you both fell silent once more. The archer released his arrow, hitting the target with a loud thunk.

Aurai grasped your hand, sounding flustered. "We...we should--"

"What are you doing in here?" A deep, masculine voice boomed behind you.

Stellia and Aurai both shrieked in alarm, grabbing onto your sides as you spun around. Your gaze landed on a broad expanse of abdomen, warm fleshed carved expertly into solid, defined muscle. Scar tissue bumped against smooth planes of skin, and your eyes trailed upwards over broad pectoral muscles, full and large, sharply defined collarbones, a somewhat scruffy beard dusting over a handsome jawline, full lips turned down in a severe frown--

"I don't care for repeating myself." King Leonidas of Sparta said, his voice rumbling darkly like thunder. The sound probably should have made you shiver with fear, instead of...something else. "What are you three doing in here?"

You opened your mouth to reply - to say something - but your mind had become quite unhelpful in anything but hyper focusing on every inch of the naked torso directly in front of you. He folded his arms - the movement causing the thick, powerful muscles of his biceps to swell indecently, his frown growing deeper as he glared down at you impatiently.

Fates, he was gorgeous--

"You three attend Lord Apollo, do you not?" A woman's voice, firm and measured as a steel blade, spoke from behind Leonidas's massive frame. Lady Brunhilde stepped around him, her cool gaze running over you and your companions. "You should not be in here. I am afraid I must escort you outside."

Leonidas's frown became a snarl, a vicious flash of teeth. "You serve that preening bastard?" Aurai squeaked out something that may have been some manner of defence, but she looked far too flustered to form proper words. Stellia was still staring at Leonidas, jaw hanging open slightly.

You knew you should have been offended at such an insult to your Lord, but you instead tilted your head upwards, meeting the furious fire in Leonidas's eyes. You slowly rose to your feet, the human man towering over you still, feeling the weight of his men's eyes on your back, having apparently noticed the commotion.

"My apologies." You said finally, reaching out to softly brush your palm against Leonidas's abdomen, the muscles flexing unconsciously under your touch. You peered up at him through your lashes, smiling as his eyebrows twitched slightly upwards in a brief flash of surprise. "We were just going."

Leonidas watched as your slowly brushed past him, nodding politely to Lady Brunhilde who regarded you with a raised brow and somewhat bemused smile. You followed the Valkyrie outside, Stellia and Aurai darting after you, feeling Leonidas's gaze burning against your back.

"Please, do not tell Lord Apollo--" Aurai pleaded at Brunhilde, who barely glanced over her shoulder.

"I care little about your personal relationships with your master. I won't say anything."

You smiled brightly at Brunhilde as she delivered you back to Apollo's rooms, and you could have sworn you saw a glimmer of amusement in the Valkyrie's eyes as she walked away.

-

You were not sure exactly how time worked in the Valhalla Arena.

You had considered asking Brunhilde, but you doubted she had particular interest in educating you on the subject, and you had a more pressing matter you wished to address.

Lord Apollo had barely noticed your absence, and last you had seen him he was in the baths with your fellow nymphs. Aurai and Stellia had settled in, but you had made your excuses and left, although you doubted anyone besides them had seen you leave Lord Apollo's rooms.

Normally you would have been bothered by Apollo's lack of attention, although it was hardly unusual. The God's affections were fickle and tempestuous as the weather, but he never failed to attract flocks of admirers regardless.

Why should he have all the fun?

It did not take long to find Leonidas's quarters, even less to sneak your way in. Dark had fallen over the area in a seeming imitation of night, and you could hear men laughing and hear fire crackling somewhere further within.

You peered through the gloom, trying to decide where exactly to go, when arms circled around your waist, and you found yourself pulled flush against a broad, muscled chest. "You Gods never learn, do you?" Leonidas's growled lowly in your ear, the sound washing over you like a wave, making you shiver softly. "You just do whatever you want, don't you?"

You laughed slightly, the heat of Leonidas's body searing through your clothes, making your breath quicken. You reached down to trail your fingers along his forearm, nails coming to lightly dig into the solid muscle of his bicep. "I certainly hope so."

Leonidas scoffed, a short, booming laugh falling from his lips, the sound vibrating deep in his strong chest. "What makes you think I'm interested in what you have to offer, God?"

You chuckled, pushing your hips back against his. Your rear brushed against something hard and hot and large and you couldn't suppress the shiver of excitement that ran up your spine, nor the jolt of desire that shot through your belly as Leonidas groaned softly at your movements. "I don't think that's a weapon hidden down there."

Leonidas shook slightly, his chin dropping to your shoulder, the scruff of his beard rubbing against the skin of your shoulder. You bit your lip, picturing the sensation of it rubbing against other areas and your heart quickened as Leonidas's large, rough palms slowly slid up your arms, long fingers brushing at the fabric of your loose dress.

"...may I?" He murmured in your ear, voice low and heavy with the growing embers of desire. You shivered in anticipation, and reached up to gently grasp his hands, your fingers sliding over his to guide them slowly downwards, pulling your gown with them.

Your dress pooled at your feet, and you felt a certain smugness as you felt Leonidas stiffen at your back, the slightest sharp inhale of breath. You turned to press your chest flush against his, a thrill shooting through you as you caught the darkening of his eyes, the hungry way they roamed over you.

"...that bastard won't get mad you are here?" Leonidas asked after a moment, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip.

"Does it matter if he does?" You trailed your fingers down his abdomen, grabbing at the waistband of his pants. "He might be dead tomorrow."

Leonidas looked surprised, before tossing his head back, a deep roar of laughter spilling from him. His broad shoulders shook for a few moments, before he returned his gaze to you, a genuinely amused grin forming on his face.

"You're a woman after my own heart, nymph."

You felt heat in your cheeks at his words, the surprising warmth in his expression, and you shrugged lightly, pulling his waistband downwards, exposing the deliciously defined v-shape in his hips. You bit your lower lip hard, the pulse of lust deep in your belly almost making your knees shake. "It's not just your heart I'm after."

Leonidas's grin turned wolfish, and he ducked down, his arm wrapping around your hip. You yelped as you were suddenly hoisted onto his shoulder. Leonidas shook out of his pants, carelessly kicking them aside as he began striding in a direction you sincerely hoped there was a bed.

"I might be after something else of yours, too."

-

"Seriously, where were you yesterday? You never came back!"

"Stellia, will you stop--"

The crowd was already stirring with excitement, and you watched with some trepidation as Heimdall began to announce the Ninth Round of Ragnarök. You remained quiet as Stellia continued to prod you, while Aurai nervously toyed with her hands.

Apollo entered the arena, golden and resplendent as always, and your fellow nymphs dissolved into excited squeals and cheers. You clapped softly, your gaze drifting towards the opposing doors.

Leonidas strode into the Arena, tall and proud as any warrior king should be. His eyes were firmly on Apollo, his handsome, scarred face forming an angry sneer. His gaze drifted briefly over Apollo's head, however, landing on you amongst the crowd. Apollo's head slowly turned, an expression of confusion clouding his lovely features.

You smiled, uncaring of who saw you, lifted your fingers to your lips, and blew a kiss in Leonidas's direction.

Leonidas's eyebrows rose, but you could see the pleased smirk on his face as he lifted a large hand, clenching his fist as though to catch your kiss in his hand.

Apollo looked stunned, his jaw dropping open, briefly losing all composure and grace as he gawked in total disbelief at the display he had just witnessed in front of him.

"What was that?!" Aurai yelped loudly, looking at you as though you had sprang a second head.

"You harlot." Stellia grabbed your hand, pulling you towards her eagerly, eyes bright. "Tell me everything!"

"Have you lost your mind?!" Another nymph yelled, while the one beside her peered down at Leonidas thoughtfully.

"I mean...he is rather dashing--"

"Forget that, he's hot."

"Oh, I was hoping someone would say it, it's been driving me mad--"

You couldn't fight the smile forming on your face as Apollo's expression turned sour, turning back to face Leonidas, who looked delightfully smug, tossing a wild grin your way.

Fates, you wanted him to win.

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[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

And they were… in trouble

A/n: To get the full experience of this chapter it’s probably best to read part 3 before reading this 😊

Part 3: And they were…lovers. Wait really??

Part 2: And they were…strangers

Part 1: And they were…roommates

Summary: the arguments continue, will they ever solve them? Probably not because they can’t communicate even with Lokis dream

Words: 2K +

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI angst and sadness, no real reconciliation in this chapter, blood mentions

When Wanda left the house she saw you standing outside the car looking at the ground

“I don’t want to go home yet” Wanda said refusing to get into the car “please Wanda I don’t want to argue let’s just get you home” you got into the car waiting for Wanda but when she just stood there with her arms crossed you rolled your eyes and got back out of the car

“Why are you doing this?”

“You still want me” she said and you rolled your eyes “of course I still want you I mean look at you, even with no sleep, probably a little hungover and the same outfit on as yesterday, I would push you against the wall and bury my head between your thighs and devour you until you tried pushing me away

Wanda gasped “do it then, right now up against the wall between these houses” you approached her holding her waist tight and went to kiss her but pulled away at the last minute “no, now get in the fucking car Wanda, you need to sleep for your classes tomorrow”

Wanda was the one to push you away now “forget it, I’m not getting into the car with you if you’re going to act like this!”

She walked off into the direction she thought was correct, she actually didn’t care she just wanted to leave and you didn’t chase after her, you let your eyes close thinking about everything, fuck-

Loki pushed you to the ground suddenly and you jumped back up throwing him a small dagger hitting him in the neck “what’s your fucking problem?!”

The man discarded the dagger crushing it and throwing it to the ground “I know you saw my dream for you, you saw the exact same thing as Wanda and when she woke up she was thankful, you’re just being an asshole about it!”

“Maybe I don’t appreciate you interrupting my sleep for a stupid teenage fantasy”

Loki scoffed “you loved the dream, I saw you smiling and giggling through certain parts, why are you being so stubborn?”

You eyes darkened to their red colour and you glared at the man “maybe I’ve just realised that being here on earth living with a human in a shitty apartment isn’t what I wanted to do in my death”

Loki laughed pushing you to the ground again “don’t make me laugh, that sappy talk you had with Wanda last night ‘oh I’ve loved you ever since I saw you and when I told you I was a demon and you didn’t run away’ makes me sick, get a fucking grip Y/n either date her and be a happy little demon housewife or finally leave her alone for good”

You were pissed off, who was he to tell you how to live your death and how to be with Wanda, she wasn’t any of his business “go fuck yourself! And don’t you dare mention Wanda again!” You stood up and stormed off into the forest away from Loki

“You need to make up your damn mind!” He shouted to you not that you were paying attention

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You were deep enough in the forest now knowing no one would be around or if they were they wouldn’t be for long. Letting yourself kneel to the ground and close your eyes you felt it, the snapping of your spine and feeling the wings emerge from your back, blood running down your back, the feeling of your wings stretching and finally being free after so long

You stood up enjoying the feeling of your wings being free and you let out a happy sigh “oh I’ve missed this” your head throbbed and tore open revealing your spiralling horns

“I’ve missed being a real demon” your mind fogged and you felt all the pain and sadness disappear from your body and you’d never felt more alive, you needed to find someone, you needed to find Valkyrie and have the fun that you deserve.

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“Y/n?” Lucifer eyed you nervously as you entered the club in your demon form, knowing it hadn’t happened in a while “are you feeling some big feelings? Do we need to have a grown up talk and work out some anger?”

You laughed pushing through the devil and going to the other woman at the bar “hi Val”

“Y/n, you’re looking good” she pulled you into her lap “where’s Carol?” You didn’t really care but you thought it would be pleasant to ask “she’s in hell for a few months so I’m all lonely up here, just waiting for a winged demon with a dark desire in her eyes to take care of me”

You laughed “well here I am, come on I want to go hunting before I devour you, nice and blooded for me” your mouths met in a hot kiss and you groaned finally being kissed properly by a demon and not those plain humans you’ve been kissing but your good time was soon interrupted

“As erotic and as sexual as this is what the fuck is going on?”

You turned your head towards the king of hell “I missed being a demon, now are you coming hunting or are you just being a boring bastard?”

He fake gasped “how dare you of course I want to come hunting, nice to have my favourite demon back”

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Wanda had managed to make it home but she didn’t want to go into the house, Natasha had left a note on the door telling her that she’d cleaned up as best she could and ordered her some hangover pizza.

So she lay on the grass outside the house looking up at the sky letting out a really heavy sigh, filled with so much emotion “maybe I should leave her alone, I’ll give her space”

You were interrupted by a rustling in the trees, a figure appearing, was it an animal? Wanda tried making it out and when she did her eyes widened

“What the-Y/n?!”

Wanda jumped back away from you and looked over your monstrous form, the horns, the wings and the blood dripping like rain droplets from your body, she’d never seen you like this

“Oh what a lovely lady you are, Y/n was right you look delicious” Wanda didn’t have time to react before the woman pinned her back down onto her back and looked at you.

“Go on Y/n I’ve got her pinned down she’s not going anywhere, take a drink like you’ve always wanted” Valkyrie had Wanda’s hands held together and even though Wanda was kicking with her legs all you had to do was straddle her to keep her still, so you did, leaning all your weight on her and smiling as some blood dripped onto her body

“Y-Y/n p-please, please don’t hurt me” she tried searching your eyes for any hesitation or remorse but there was nothing, just an empty sea of darkness

“You’ve hurt me so why shouldn’t I hurt you?” The deep gravely voice scared Wanda, yes you were a demon and yes she’d seen you angry but this was a whole new approach that scared her

“I’m sorry for hurting you Y/n please I do want to be with you! Please let’s just figure things out-

“Stop!” Your had enough, you’d had enough of everything she was saying and doing and you were going to take what you deserved

Leaning down to her face your hand gripped her chin pushing her face to side exposing her gorgeous neck, running your fangs over her pulse point made you vibrate, it was so exciting, so you sunk your fangs into her neck her blood filling your mouth and senses and fuck was it wonderful! She was delicious, she’d stopped thrashing and Valkyrie had let go of her hands coming next to you kissing your neck

“vos vultus calidum amica”

When you finally released the grip you had on Wanda you lifted your head and saw Wanda’s face, her pale weak face, oh god what had you done, the fog covering your mind clearing at the worse possible moment

You glared down at what you’d just done, you’d bitten Wanda, you’d taken her blood and now you were watching her slip into unconsciousness, no no! This wasn’t meant to happen you’d never hurt Wanda, even with everything that had happened you didn’t want to hurt her! Or did you? You were just angry and confused on what was going on you weren’t thinking straight

Quickly jumping off of her body and snatching her hands away from Val you picked her up and cradled her in your arms “Wanda Wanda please forgive I didn’t mean to hurt you I never wanted to hurt you like this I’m sorry I’m so so sorry, wake up please wake up”

The demon had never seen you so vulnerable before, in tears over a human, sure she’d heard the stories of you essentially becoming “soft” for the human but never like this “Y/n? Maybe we should take her to the hospital?”

You shook your head gently as if not to wake Wanda “and say What? Here’s a girl and she was bitten by a demon? Oh no its okay no need to file a report I’m the one that did it here have my teeth pictures, no I need to get her to the club, Dr banner will come and fix her”

“He’s not a human doctor-

“Doesn’t matter! I say he’ll fix her so he will!” You held Wanda close as Valkyrie held you both transporting back to the club

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“I I don’t know what you want me to do Y/n I can’t fix an human, you’ve bitten her so she’ll probably wake up on her own-

“Leave” you whispered, Bruce, Valkyrie and Lucifer didn’t move

“Leave!” You shouted and the trio quickly left the room, you looked back at Wanda and noticed her shivering “oh my love I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for everything I’m an idiot I saw the dream that Loki made too and I loved it, I loved the build a bear thing that happened and the stupid little name buddy we gave him I-I can’t think of anything to say to help, just please wake up”

Obviously she didn’t wake up but you stayed with her, you refused to leave her side, it was only a couple of hours later when you woke up to some shuffling proving that she woke up “Wanda!”

You smiled but that smile quickly disappeared seeing Wanda’s scared face “Wanda? It’s me you’re safe”

“You bit me, you forcefully sucked my blood” her speech was slow and uneven but her words still hurt you “I-I’m sorry Wanda I was just so angry and confused my demon form took over and I couldn’t stop it” you tried coming closer to Wanda but she stood up from the bed still disoriented but she refused to let you see that

“I saw the dream too Wanda I saw everything-

“Stop. I heard you while I was unconscious, it doesn’t matter, I’m done, I can’t keep dealing with you, I can’t keep trying to be with you when you’re being so stubborn and unreasonable- just I’m going to my parents for a few weeks, they may not approve of most of my decisions but at least they don’t try and fucking kill me”

She left the room and you didn’t try and follow her knowing full well she wouldn’t want you too

Yep you’d definitely fucked all that up, maybe some time would help Wanda

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“Wanda you don’t look so good” Natasha had picked Wanda up and per her request was driving her to the train station to go to her parents

Wanda shrugged “I’ve not slept and feeling down, of course I don’t look good

Nat didn’t respond to her angry quip and instead drove in silence finally reaching the station and getting out of the car waiting for Wanda

“Sorry Nat I’m just really stressed0

Nat shrugged “it’s okay you’ve had a bit of a rough time”

Wanda agreed “yeah it’s been terrible, but I hope it’ll get better”

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“Y/n you look terrible” lucifer casually mention as you flopped down onto his couch “yeah well it’s been a fucking rough week alright? So fuck off”

Your head suddenly started to throb and forced you to sit up and grip your head you heard screaming in your head, was it Wanda? Wanda was shouting for you?

“She’s shouting because you bit her and she’s strayed far from you, she’s bound to you forever now, really fucked up there didn’t you?” Lucifer laughed and you groaned

“She’s in so much pain, I’ve never felt pain like it, even my death wasn’t this bad”

“Go after her then, trust me if you leave it the pain will get worse”

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“Wanda!” Natasha rushed to her side as she threw up on the ground in front of her “Wanda are you okay?!”

The woman shook her head “I need Y/n”

“What?”

“I need Y/n! Fuck it’s hurts so much” her throat was on fire, she didn’t know why she wanted you but in her mind only you could fix her problems, only you could save her, at least that’s what her brain was telling her

Nat looked around in the nearly empty space and spotted a few people trying to hide from helping but then her eyes landed on you, you were here?? How? Did you know she was in pain?

“Nat give me Wanda” the girl shook her head “she said she didn’t want you”

You looked at Wanda who when she finally looked up at you nearly kept out of Nat’s arms “Y/n! Please I need you I don’t know what’s going on but I need to be with you”

“Nat please I don’t want to make a scene, give me Wanda before she collapses okay?”

Nat nodded and handed Wanda to you who wrapped herself around you like a spider monkey finally stopping crying and began falling asleep

“Nat go home, I promise to take care of her, drive safe”

You didn’t wait for an answer and just left with Wanda kissing her forehead “I’m so sorry again Wanda and I’m really sorry for what’s going to happen when you wake up”

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[shadowdaddies]

Could I request an angst and fluff/comfort fic where the reader is the long lost half-sister of both Azriel and Cassian. (She shares a father with Cassian and a mother with Azriel.) She’s super shy and they are protective of her. Maybe they find her in a dangerous situation and save her. Thank you and I love your writing ☺️

hi my love! thank you for the kind words and for the request. I love this idea, I hope you like it💜 (omg I wrote and posted this whole thing before I noticed the “long lost” part I’m sorry)

A New Illyria

Cassian x Azriel x Valkyrie sister!Reader

Warnings: mentions of injury, violence, mentions of torture

Cold snow seeped through your combat boots, the familiar cold air of Windhaven bringing a pink tinge to your nose and cheeks. Teeth chattered next to you, a smirk on your face as you turned to see Nesta rubbing her arms as she fought the cold.

“How do you stand this?” she gritted through her teeth, eyes focused on the Valkyries sparring on the training mats ahead of you. 

“I was born here. Velaris is almost too warm for me,” you joked, pausing the conversation to call out a correction to a young warrior’s form. 

Nesta made a gagging sound at the mention of your childhood. “I will never understand how you turned out even relatively normal growing up here, and with Cassian and Azriel as brothers?” She rolled her eyes in jest, a small laugh escaping her at the thought.

“I wouldn’t have survived without them, really. Azriel protected me from our father, kept my wings from being clipped. And without Cassian, I never would have met Rhys and his mother either. They’re a better family, and brothers, than I could have dreamed of.” 

Willing back the tears that lined your eyes at the thought of your family, you stepped assertively into the ring. Turning over your shoulder, you winked at Nesta, adding, “and best of all, they trained me.”

“Alright Valkyries, listen up,” you called, Nesta stepping up to stand along side you as you addressed your warriors. “You are dismissed from training for today. I suggest you get some good rest tonight, because we’ll being sparring with the Illyrian males tomorrow as we prepare to combine forces against Koschei.” 

With a nod of dismissal, you and Nesta left the training center, heading back to the strategy tent where your brothers stood with Rhys and Feyre, all focused on a map of Prythian. Cassian wrapped Nesta in a hug, her attitude instantly improving at his warm arms wrapped around her. Azriel came over to you, your brother pulling you in for a hug as he brought you over to the strategy board.

“How did training go?” He asked, hazel eyes watching carefully as he brought his arm around your shoulder. 

You glanced at Nesta, the two of you sharing a tired look as you let out a wry laugh. “It was fine. The Valkyries are more than prepared, but I can’t say the same for the Illyrians. I saw Devlon and some others watching our training. They’re still furious about our being welcome to train here.”

Rhys’s violet eyes pierced you, the raw power of a High Lord shining through. “They will follow the orders given to them, or face the consequences.” You nodded to him, his promise doing little to settle the unease that filled you as you recalled the looks you’d received since your arrival.

You ate dinner quickly at the Valkyries’ food hall before  heading to your private tent on the females’ side of the camp. As feelings of restlessness and nausea roiled through your body, you tossed and turned in your cot for what felt like hours - until you heard a crack in the distance, followed by a shout. 

Drawing your dagger, you crept through the flaps of your tent, vision struggling to focus in the dark night as you left to investigate. A rustling sound came from the edge of the camp, your instincts on alert as you prepared to face your attacker. 

You released a deep breath as Nesta revealed herself as the cause of the noise, peering out of her shared tent with Cassian as her silvery eyes locked with yours. She strode towards you, looking around warily when she reached your tent. 

“Did you hear that shout?” she whispered, a white-knuckle grip on Ataraxia as she examined the surrounding tents for any sign of disturbance. 

You nodded, gesturing towards the other edge of camp where a light flickered behind a tent. “It sounded like it came from that direction. Might just be nothing,” you breathed, that nausea creeping in your gut from earlier. 

Wiping the sweat from your brow, you looked to Nesta, who seemed as unsteady as you felt. “Let’s just go check it out. Make sure everything is okay,” she whispered, not waiting before stalking towards the light.

As you neared the tent, you heard muffled sounds, a clatter of metal before glass shattered to the ground. The tent caught fire, flames quickly spreading across the structure. Opening your mouth to let out a call for help, a hand wrapped around you, dagger piercing your wing as your vision grew blurry. You saw the glint of Ataraxia in the moonlight as it clattered to the ground from Nesta’s hand before the world faded to black.

The first thing you noticed when you awoke was the pounding against your skull, your vision fading in and out of focus. Your tried to bring your hands to rub your eyes, instead feeling cold iron shackled around your wrists. Alertness came to you at the realization, suddenly more aware of your arms stretched high above your head, the sharp pain through your wings, spread out and nailed to the wall.

Your voice echoed faintly through your mind, heavy head craning to see Nesta, Gwyn, and other shackled to the walls on either side of you. “Faebane,” you uttered out, recognizing the feeling from what you’d heard of the drug.

Gwyn nodded, her eyes heavy as she leaned against the cold stone. “They laced our food with it. All of the Valkyries.” 

You didn’t have the energy to respond, searing pain cutting through as your wings twitched against their restraints. You had failed these females, your soldiers. You bit your lip to hold back the tears that threatened to fall when a heavy door swung open.

Devlon strode into the room, the smug grin on his face mirrored by the number of Illyrian males flanking him on each side. “Your halfbreed High Lord is a fool to believe he has control over these camps. Much less your bastard brother,” he clicked his tongue, glancing toward where Nesta glared at him from the other side of the room.

“We will not allow our resources and weapons to be sullied by females any longer. You are a waste of space, hindering real warriors’ abilities to prepare for the upcoming war.” Devlon pulled a dagger - your dagger - from his holster, a wicked gleam in his eye as he held it to the light. 

“Despite our attempts at discussion as to why you are a plague on this camp, our message seems to have fallen on deaf ears. Unsurprising when halfbred bastards are in charge.” 

Refusing to show your fear, you maintained eye contact with Devlon as he slammed your dagger into the stone just above your wing, grazing the blade against the sensitive membrane. “I think that your wings on display at camp would be a fitting memo, don’t you?”

Gathering what little moisture remained in your weakened body, you spat in Devlon’s eye, the warlord rearing back in anger as he delivered a slap to your face. You smiled through bloody teeth at him, the Illyrian visibly shaken by your reaction. Curling his lip in disgust, Devlon pulled your wing taut as he twirled the dagger in his other hand - only to be interrupted by the door bursting open, blue and red light flashing throughout the room as male warriors dropped dead.

Heads turned, a bright smile lighting your features as you finally let the tears fall at the sight of your brothers. Rage filled their eyes, Cassian cutting down any male who stood between himself and Nesta as he sought his mate. Azriel ripped Devlon off of you, flinging the male to the ground as his head hit stone with a sickening crunch. 

Rhys followed behind, waving away your shackles with a flick of his hand. Azriel caught you, holding you close to his chest as your brother apologized profusely. You shook your head, holding him as close as your sore muscles would allow. 

Cassian pulled Nesta along with him, the three of you embracing while Azriel went to help Gwyn and the rest. When you returned to the camps, they were noticeably more empty than usual, and one look at the dark swirls of anger in Rhys’s eyes told you all that you needed to know. 

Your army would be down in numbers, but stronger in alliance as you prepared to defend your home. All of you slept in the cabin that night, finding comfort in being with your brothers, and planning for tomorrow when you would rebuild the Night Court - forming an army that defended and valued all of its citizens.

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