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howfarethestars · 6 months

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let all time slow (let all light go)

rating: e

word count: 2172

pairing: thor x brunnhilde | valkyrie

There is something poetic about the way starlight falls across the floor. Glistening like shards of a mirror, it reflects off the rows of liquor bottles and glass beer mugs that line the back shelves of the bar on the deepest level of the Statesman. How starlight even reaches down here would be a mystery if it weren’t for the massive windows that gape like the mouths of behemoths and swallow every ounce of light in the sky.

Brunnhilde blames the waxing nature of her thoughts on the glitter in her drink. She grabs the rims of the glass and swirls the liquid inside just to see how the light catches. It reminds her of the distant galaxies she soared through on Aragorn’s back. She’d always loved the stars. Her youngest memories were lit by constellations. Sitting atop her father’s shoulders, his large hands tracing lines through those distant dots as he told her stories of swans and bears.

At this point, she is well and truly wasted. She only thinks of her father when she’s wasted.

Thor is the same way. Only, where Brunnhilde keeps thoughts of her father locked up tight in her own head, Thor lets them spill out everywhere. Like the beer soaking into the light red fabric of his shirt, his emotions run out of his mouth and down his chest.

“…never thought he was a bad father,” Thor mumbles, leaning forward to rest his elbows on the bar. He stands behind it, mixing shitty drinks for Brunnhilde to choke down. Which she does, like a champ. “Not even when I was afraid of him.”

Brunnhilde frowns. “I am not drunk enough to hear you talk about your complicated relationship with your dad,” she says, knocking back half of her glittery cocktail. She groans. Thor is no bartender. “Plus, my relationship with your dad is way worse. I mean, way worse.”

Thor lifts his head. His cheeks are flushed. In the starlight, his skin looks blue. But not his cheeks, not his lips. Those are the inciting shade of an apple, slick with morning dew. “Sorry,” he says, and Brunnhilde knows he means it. He doesn’t say anything he doesn’t mean, not to her. “How old were you when you became a Valkyrie?”

Brunnhilde blinks at him. It takes a moment for her brain to retrieve the information. “I started training when I was 14.”

A smirk, lopsided and boyish, spreads over Thor’s face. “Train me.”

He’s pushing back off the bar and making his way around the other side of it before Brunnhilde can even process the words. The bar was once part of a larger dance club, or so they assumed, so there is a large tile floor open behind where Brunnhilde sits now. Tables and chairs, covered with tarp-like fabric, have been pushed out of the way. It’s the perfect place for a makeshift training room, she has to admit.

“C’mon, mighty Valkyrie,” Thor says. He grabs her elbow gently, turning the stool with her atop it. She’s just drunk enough that the movement makes her dizzy, so she reaches up to grab at Thor’s forearm for stability. “Woah, there.”

When the room stabilizes, Thor’s giving her a blinding grin. Brighter than the stars outside, he’s glowing. “Valkyries do not merely train,” she says, an echo of the words told to her by her captain so many years ago. She can still remember standing, shorter than every other girl that had shown up to try out, squinting through the sunlight at the woman who would become her greatest inspiration. “Your body will learn to break, your mind will learn to rebuild it. Can you handle it, your majesty?”

Somehow, this makes Thor look even more excited.

When Brunnhilde had first heard it, it had affected her just the same way.

They start off slow. Brunnhilde kicks his feet apart, forcing him into the proper stance. She grabs his wrists and brings them up, curls his fingers into fists, and takes a step back to examine her work. They’re both so beyond drunk that they’re not worth anything. He would be useless if she wanted to kill him, but she couldn’t inflict any damage if she wanted to, either.

“Good enough,” she says anyway. Thor beams. “I’m going to try to take you down. Keep your weight centered. Don’t try to take me down yet. Just keep yourself upright.”

Thor nods, and Brunnhilde rushes forward. She targets his weakest points, swinging a knee towards his kidneys. He absorbs the hit, wincing but never faltering. Just as he starts to grin, thinking he’s won, Brunnhilde drops down and swipes both his feet out from under him.

“Fuck!”

The impact of his body against the floor rattles the bottles on the bar shelves. Before he has a chance to get up, Brunnhilde swings a leg over his middle and straddles him. Her hands find the base of his throat. Not to choke him, just to remind him that she can.

“Tap out,” Brunnhilde says, not even winded. Thor gasps for breath under her. She feels his windpipe constrict under her palms. “C’mon, majesty. Get up so I can teach you how to properly—“

Thor’s hand is cupping the back of her head, and she’s staring up rather than down at him, now. Her legs are still wrapped around his middle, ass hovering off the ground. Thor’s body cages her in. He slides his hand out from beneath her hair, handling her with more care than anyone has in a long, long time.

The heavy thumping in her chest shocks her, the way it feels as though her heart is trying to burst free, trying to get to him. And oh god, are her hips lifting towards his? Is her mouth parted from shock, or to allow his tongue to slip inside?

Thor leans down, and all that erratic beating of her heart stops at once, but instead of pressing his lips to hers, he brings them to brush against her ear. “What was that, Valkyrie?”

Her body is on fire, skin alight. Alcohol dulling the senses must be a myth. She feels Thor’s barely-there touch in every corner of her body. She smells not just the booze that clings to his breath or the sweat on the back of his neck, but him. He smells like the air before a storm. He smells like anticipation.

“Thor…” she breathes, the want dripping from her voice.

He lifts his head until he’s hovering just inches above his face. For a long moment, he doesn’t speak. His eyes rake over her face. Somehow he makes even stillness sinful.

When he finally speaks, he steals the breath from her lungs. “Teach me how to properly fuck a Valkyrie.”

“Gladly,” she breathes, then tilts her chin until her lips meet his.

It’s a messy, drunken kiss, their first. But it doesn’t occur to Brunnhilde to mind, doesn’t even occur to her to note the significance of first, not yet.

They shouldn’t be doing this on the floor. If she were to put her hand down, she’d probably be touching at least 3 layers of grime and sticky residue, but Brunnhilde can’t find it in herself to be disgusted. Not when the king of Asgard’s deft fingers are sliding her pants down over her hips. Not when he’s grabbing the backs of her knees, prying them open, placing them over his shoulders.

He’s a devotee at the altar. His mouth makes a scalding path from her right knee up to her thigh. Pulsing, intoxicating heat runs through her core.

It takes every ounce of strength she has to keep from squirming away from him. She wants this, so badly it hurts, so badly that it scares her. Thor must sense it, because he leans back, dragging his hands up from behind her knees to rest on her hips. His fingertips press into her skin, just hard enough for her to feel it, for it to ground her.

The moment slows. Brunnhilde lifts her head to see the top of Thor’s, trying to memorize the sight of Asgard’s young king buried between her thighs. It’s a beautiful thing. The stars wink at her from behind his head. She reaches down and tangles her fingers in his cropped hair, dragging her nails over his scalp. Thor moans, to her delight.

Thor’s mouth finally makes contact with her core, eliciting a strangled moan of her own. Her grip on his hair tightens. It’s been a long time since anyone had gone down on her. Her hookups on Sakaar tended to be short and sweet, just good enough to take the edge off, never good enough to take the same person twice.

When Thor’s tongue moves against her, licking a fat stripe from her entrance to her swollen clit, she thinks she may be ruined. He laps at her steadily with a skilled tongue. How much experience has he had, she wonders? How many maidens had he cut his teeth on? How many court ladies came undone beneath him the same way she feels herself breaking now?

She is overtaken with the urge to ask him. As if his history is hers for the taking. She wants to understand. He moves his tongue, the stiff peak of it, in a quick circle. Who taught him that? When did he learn?

Brunnhilde writhes against the floor, wishing despite the grime that she was naked. In her drunkenness, it takes her a long moment to realize she can be. She can be, without even disturbing Thor’s so-very-important work. So she leans up, pulling her tank top over her head, exposing her tiny lace bra. It had been found in a pile of similarly useless pretty things in some closet, thoroughly washed, and given to her by a blushing Thor.

He had guessed her size.

This was always going to happen.

Thor had begun working his way under her skin from the moment she first laid eyes on him. He was always going to get this close. She was always going to put up a little fight, then let him.

It’s inevitable when his tongue pushes inside her. More than just the cliche of right, it feels as though he was always there. Just out of reach.

One of his hands abandons her hips and slides down. A long, slender finger traces the curves and lines of her lower lips. A second spreads her open, giving Thor that much more access. A groan falls from her lips.

“Is this,” Thor breathes, pausing in the middle of his sentence to wrap his lips around her clit and suck, then pull away again, “the proper way, hm? To fuck a Valkyire?”

Brunnhilde hums. “It’s one of many proper ways.”

Thor laughs against her, then continues his work. Those deft fingers slip one by one inside of her, widening to stretch her. It feels glorious. For a long while, he doesn’t move them in or out. Instead, he alternates between curling upwards and opening her up.

She hurtles towards orgasm almost embarrassingly quickly. As she feels the first build, she’s already aching for another. She wants him in every way she can get him. She craves his weight on top of her body, the sight of him beneath her, the burn of him deep inside.

Pathetic, she feels pathetic for just a moment. A visit from her sober mind. A reminder that she is unworthy of this, and that she will inevitably ruin Thor by contact, that they’re both just drunk and horny and none of it will mean anything come hangover and morning.

But then she comes, and the thoughts are banished.

For a moment. (A longer moment than usual, at least.)

When Brunnhilde comes down, she pulls her hands out of Thor’s hair. She inspects her nails, subtly, to make sure she hasn’t drawn blood. Thor presses one last kiss to her clit, then slides his fingers out of her. He brings those two fingers to his lips and licks them clean.

Brunnhilde almost melts into the metal floor.

Thor presses the palms of his hands into the stiff muscles of her thighs, massaging as he asks, “Are you okay to keep going?”

Brunnhilde leans up, pressing her lips to his. She tastes herself there, amongst the liquor and sweat. She had planned on pulling back to tell him, “Yes.”, but the longer she kisses him, the less she wants to stop. It’s enough answer as anything, though, when she slips her hand into the waistband of his pants. Thor groans against her lips when she finds his cock.

She snickers, pulls back. “Not so cocky now, are you?”

Thor meets her gaze. There’s not an ounce of amusement in his one remaining eye, only want. Then he smiles into a kiss and clutches her hips again. “I’m all yours, Val.”

Brunnhilde believes every word.

“Let’s find a bedroom, then, shall we?”

A slick grin spreads across Thor’s face. “After you.”

#marvel #mcu #thor #thor odinson #thor x valkyrie #my writing #fanfiction #thorval #thor smut #valkyrie smut #valkyire #brunnhilde #mcu fic

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palettesofrenaissance · 1 year

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Im wine tipsy but PLEASE there HAS to be a fic where Valkyrie and Thro are laughing at Midgardians and their unconscious drunken shenanigans because Asgardians can handle their alcohol hella better by comparison

And then BOOM one morning Valkyrie and Thor are waking up together and have to peice together their own shenegans that happened last night

Please there has to be a fic or comic somewhere

#thor x valkyrie #brunnhilde x thor #thorkyrie #valkyrie #thor odinson #brunnhilde #thorval

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galatially · 1 year

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❝𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬❞

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕. 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆, "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆."

𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦

𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛

𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑚𝑒

𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢

𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

#galatially #what tragedies #what tragedies masterlist #greek myths au #take me away #kill our way to heaven #favorite crime #beside you #salt water #orpheus!pietro maximoff x eurydice!black!reader #dark!hades!billy russo x persephone!black!reader #zeus!thor odinson x hera!black!reader #eros!joaquin torres x psyche!black!reader #poseidon!brunnhilde x amphitrite!black!reader

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fire-for-you · 8 months

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i fear this place

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pairing - valkyrie x sylvie

rating - teen and up (haunted houses, au- high school, little punching action)

word count - 1,497

summary - “actor at a haunted house/person who punches the actor in the face” AU

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Valkyrie was never an irrational person. Wasn't a scaredy-cat. One to back down from a challenge. She grew up with Thor, Loki, and Hela. She could handle anything.

Right?

"Okay…" Bruce drew out as he looked around the room. "Hmm. Valkyrie! Truth or dare?"

"Really? Okay, um. Dare. Hate truth. Whatchu got?"

Hela leaned over and whispered something in Bruce's ear. Then she pulled away, smirking. The boy lit up like a Christmas tree. "I dare you to go to a haunted house with me and the Odinsons."

"Yeah, okay. Easy enough." Valkyrie put on a smile. But, on the inside, she was freaking. Nothing scared her worse than all the horrors of Halloween stuffed into a labyrinth of rooms. The holiday was bad enough on its own, even if it included getting free candy. Despite being a tough woman, she had her share of fears.

The siblings nodded consecutively, all grinning like madmen. Since it was her turn, she tilted her head towards Carol. "Okay, Captain Marvel, truth or dare?"

Bruce glided over next to her in the lunch line. Of course, the one day she didn't pack a lunch. "I found a haunted house that fits our schedules." She had honestly hoped the junior forgot about her dare. Apparently not.

"Great. When?"

"This Friday, after school. I can text you the rest of the details. I have to go meet Thor."

"For your mid-day hook-up?" Valkyrie asked casually, looking over the menu options. Everything sounded disgusting.

Bruce blushed. "No. He needs help with English. We're not dating. I don't understand why I need to tell you guys all the time."

She side-eyed him as they moved up in line. "You two have eye-sex every time you look at one another. It's honestly annoying that you won't just bone and get it over with."

He blushed deeper, turning a dark cherry red. "I'm gonna go. I'll text you!" The raven-haired man rushed away.

"Yeah, you do that." She said sarcastically, mumbling under her breath. Looking up at the lunch lady, she took a deep breath.

"And what can I get for you today?" The older woman inquired, cheerfully.

"Do we really have to do this?" Valkyrie, Bruce, Thor, Hela, and Loki all stood in front of The House of Hauntings with a little sign underneath that said: "We Haunt."

"Unless you want to be a chicken. First one all school year." The slender one in green stated.

"Shut up, Loki. You say 'school year' because you are the only one to call chicken this year. On asking Mobius out? Do you remember that?" Hela scoffed at her sorry excuse of a brother.

The youngest curled in on himself, looking down at the ground. He mumbled something no one caught.

"Anyway," Bruce spoke into the silence, training his eyes back on the makeshift haunted house. "Let's go, shall we?"

They walked forward, towards a table selling tickets for entry.

"How many in your party?" The teen asked, obviously bored.

"Five," Thor stated like he was talking to a child, which Valkyrie supposed he was.

The young man looked up slowly like he had all the time in the world. "Twenty-five dollars."

The blonde fished out a twenty and a five, holding out the bills, which the teenager was quick to take. "Entry is at the end of that path." He pointed loosely behind his person, at a dirt pathway.

"Thank you." Bruce was pushing them along, eager to get inside.

Coming across a door and a knight, they stopped. "Do you think there's someone in there?" Loki asked.

"Maybe," Hela responded, sporting a sly grin that her sibling didn't seem to see.

"Do you wish to find out?" The person inside asked, sounding extremely annoyed.

Loki jumped, pushed the door quickly, and rushed inside.

Hela laughed hysterically, high-fiving the knight and then following the sophomore inside.

Valkyrie didn't want to admit it, but she jumped a little too.

The rest of the group trailed into the house, stumbling through curtains of fake cobwebs.

As they ventured through the rooms, they came across a vampire, a werewolf, a tarantula - like an actual tarantula - and a variety of other beasts. But the one that stood out the most was a clown, covered in blood.

The brunette was never a great person to be around when she saw a clown. Ever since Loki made her watch all three IT movies with him, she was never the same. She hated sewer drains, couldn't face the wall when sleeping, and just despised going into her mom's basement.

So when a clown lunged at her from the darkness covered almost head to toe in blood, she did what any sane person would.

Valkyrie, real name Brunhilde, drew her fist back and hit the horrid creature with as much force as possible.

Everyone turned at the sound of a crack echoing around the room. What they saw was a clown, blood flowing strongly from its very broken nose, and their friend since early childhood, standing there with a very angry expression on her face, hand still up and pulled back.

They just stood there in pure shock until the clown let out a quiet whimper and whispered, "Ow."

Two people rushed in holding a green box with a red cross on it. Kneeling, one of them opened it and grabbed gauze. "Holy shit, Sylvie. Are you okay?" The other one asked.

Thor pulled Valkyrie back, out of the way as the clown- Sylvie, answered. "I'm, fine. I think. Not the first time I've had my nose broken." The bleeding slowed gradually as other workers came and dragged the group outside.

Valkyrie was still slightly mad, but mostly just felt bad for hitting an innocent employee just doing her job. Bruce and the others stood aways away, talking to the person who ran the haunted house.

Someone tapped her on the shoulder. She looked up and saw a beautiful blonde woman, the top of her hair tied up in a bun. She was also sporting a splint on her nose.

"Oh, no. You're the one I hit. Sylvie, right?"

Sylvie nodded and asked, "Can I sit?" It came out all nasally.

"Yeah, sure." The blonde sat down beside her on the curb, wrapping her arms around herself.

"It's so cold out here."

"It's October. Why don't you have a jacket?"

Sylvie shrugged. Valkyrie shook her head and took off her windbreaker, handing it over. "I'm Valkyrie by the way."

"Thanks." The shorter paused, pulling on the coat. "That's a cool name. Isn't it also the name of a powerful woman warrior from Norse mythology?"

"Yeah, I think that's why my mom named me it. I guess I'd have to ask."

They sat there in a comfortable silence, listening to the sound of wind whistling through the trees and the group mumbling to the side.

"Is your nose okay?"

"Yeah, it just stings."

"I'm sorry. Clowns just freak me out a little."

"It's alright, but, only a little? That's the hardest I've ever been hit, and I get into a lot of fights. Kinda impressed actually."

Valkyrie pinkened. "Thanks. I don't hit a lot of people, just Loki when-"

Said man came up and interrupted them, "Sylvie! Are you alright? I've never seen Valkyrie punch so hard."

Valkyrie turned to him, debating between glaring or being surprised. "You know her?"

"Oh, yeah. We're in the same martial arts class. I would have come over sooner, but you guys were busy flirting. Didn't want to interrupt. Anyway, the guy wants to know if you're pressing charges."

Sylvie's brows drew together. "What? Of course not. It was her way of expressing fear. Plus, it was kinda hot, so. Wouldn't want to ruin that."

Valkyrie turned toward her, eyes wide. "What?"

The blonde smiled. "It was. Can't deny the truth…"

The taller just stared at her.

Hela, Thor, and Bruce came over. "Alright, well. There wasn't any damage to property, so we're free to go." The oldest announced. She glanced down at the scene. "Or to just stare for hours. That works too.

Sylvie smiled wider. Getting up, she offered her hand to the woman still on the ground. Valkyrie took it, pulling herself up.

"I have to go but, can I have your number?"

The brunette swallowed but pulled out her phone. She gestured for Sylvie to hand over hers, which she did.

Valkyrie called her to make sure she had the right number, before handing it back.

Sylvie started to walk away, but she called back, "I'll call you!"

"Please do that!" She shouted back. Then, turning back to her friends and seeing their expressions, she said to them, "If any of you say a word, I will slit your throat."

They all nodded, knowing she would definitely would follow through on that promise.

As the group walked back to the car, Valkyrie smiled down at her phone.

It wasn't the worst Halloween experience she's ever had.

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the-widow-sisters · 2 years

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Velma and Valkyrie

Summary: When Thor brings Valkyrie to the compound to meet his friends and found family there, she suspects that they are quite a strange bunch before she even meets them. This thought is cemented in her mind when she meets one Darcy Lewis.

Word Count: 1935

A/N: Ever since I watched Thor: Ragnarok the other day, I’ve been obsessed with the idea of Valkyrie and Thor together 🥺💕 Like I know most people probably didn’t even think of that, but I’m just like so in love with the two of them and want them to be together because there was so much tension and potential 😫

Anyways, I hope y’all enjoy! It’s been a weird idea in my head for a week or so now, and I just kind of had to do it, lol 😂💗

“So what do you think?” Thor asked as he gestured to the place. Brunnhilde raised an eyebrow as she looked over the front of the building.

Thor had brought her to the Avengers compound because he wanted to introduce her to some of his favorite people. She had been fairly reluctant to leave her people, especially in the hands of Korg of all people, but at Thor’s reassurance that the people would be fine and that his father had left the place behind many times before without it falling to ruin, she was finally convinced to come with him and meet his weird Earth family.

“It looks like a used car dealership,” she finally commented after staring at the front of it for a while, and he furrowed his brow a little as he laughed just a bit. She had to bite back the grin as she waited for his response. It was always one of her favorite pastimes to give him at least a little bit of a hard time about things.

“What? How do you even know what that looks like?” he questioned, a grin still on his face as he remained undeterred in his excitement. Brunnhilde simply rolled her eyes fondly, a small smirk tugging at her face as she approached him.

“I’ve been a great many places, sparkles. It’d do you well to remember that,” she told him, lightly flicking his chest if only to feel his muscles underneath her fingers as she headed toward the front doors.

She could feel him watching her as she headed for the doors, and she could not help her smirk growing from ear to ear since could not see her face. However, as soon as he jogged up to her side, she quickly let it drop. The doors slid open before the both of them, and she headed in, taking in her surroundings.

“I can’t wait to introduce you to my friends here. You’ll love them,” he assured her with a wide grin, and she shrugged nonchalantly. But her heart was undeniably warming with his adorable enthusiasm. He was always so excited about things, and his love for life and people was undeniably always so attractive in so many ways.

“Well, if they’re anything like some of your other friends… I guess I can expect quirky and kind of strange,” Brunnhilde quipped, and he just shrugged.

“That’s… accurate.”

“That’s what I thought,” she replied breezily, and he chuckled, completely unaffected.

However, before he could begin to take her to other parts of the place, a teenager came hurrying over to them. Brunnhilde raised an eyebrow, eyeing him as he came over. Before too long, a woman came along after him, following him quickly.

“Hey, uh… Mr. Thor?” Peter called, and Thor chuckled, grinning warmly as he turned his attentions to the kid.

“Just Thor, Young Peter,” he told him with a grin, and the boy nodded quickly.

“Okay… Umm… Do you think maybe you could come help us out? Mr. Stark, Darcy, and me were all working on this thing, and it’s like… A lot easier to show you? Basically, Mr. Stark needs you to hold something heavy for him since he’s kind of crushed underneath it right now,” Peter told him quickly, chuckling somewhat nervously as he wrung his hands, and Thor nodded immediately.

“Did he ask for me specifically?” he questioned, confused as he eyed the both of them.

“Not exactly… We kind of ran out the door and saw you, and thought that you could help,” the woman explained quickly, casting a glance back in the direction of the laboratory that they had apparently left the Stark man in, and Thor nodded.

“Very well. I’ll be right back,” he turned to Brunnhilde, a smile on his face as he eyed her, and she nodded to him easily.

“Sure. Don’t take too long, though. I’m a busy woman,” she joked, and he just huffed.

“You have the day off,” he pointed out as he started to walk away and follow Peter. The woman started to come after them, but she was moving slowly as she looked between Brunnhilde and Thor carefully.

“True. But I could revoke easily,” she acknowledged with a shrug, and he just grinned widely as he left.

The woman that was following him finally just stopped and left the two of them to saving the man as she paused to look at Brunnhilde more fully. She raised an eyebrow, eyeing the mortal carefully. She was not quite sure what was going through her head, but she looked like her mind was racing.

“So… You a friend of Thor’s?”

“Yeah… They call me Valkyrie,” Brunnhilde answered, and the woman slowly nodded.

“Ah… Yeah, he’s told me about you,” the woman stated in a manner that was almost as if it was a challenge of some sort. Brunnhilde was quite honestly somewhat thrown off by the tone, and did not quite know what to say, but she simply remained stoic as she decided to feel out the situation a little more.

“And who are you?” Brunnhilde asked, and the woman nodded as she adjusted her glasses.

“Darcy Lewis,” Darcy introduced, holding out her hand in greeting. Brunnhilde hesitantly took it, shaking her hand as she watched her.

“Ah…”

“Thor’s probably told you about me,” she shrugged, and Brunnhilde shook her head, starting to very quickly catch onto precisely why Darcy was so weird about things. She was in competition somehow or another because it seemed just from her standoffishness that she very likely had feelings for Thor.

Which was absolutely hilarious to Brunnhilde because she could very clearly see that Thor did not feel a single thing for Darcy. Therefore, she was definitely going to take advantage of the situation and mess with the woman while she could. It was simply in her nature to do so.

However, she was also not about to let Darcy think that she had any manner of claim over the god.

“No… I can’t recall ever hearing about a Darcy Lewis,” Brunnhilde replied. It was actually the truth. While Thor had told her many things and many stories, he had never really brought up anything about Darcy whatsoever.

“Oh… Well, we’re really close, so he probably tells me more things. Absolutely no offense to you! I mean, I’m sure he likes you well enough, but me and him go way back,” she clicked her tongue, gesturing as she tried to accentuate her point. At this point, it was taking everything in Brunnhilde not to laugh at the mortal before her.

“Sure,” she breezily replied, and she immediately felt Darcy staring at her weirdly.

“What?” Darcy asked, and Brunnhilde shrugged.

“Nothing,” she stated simply, and Darcy just scoffed.

“Look, if you’re doubting me and Thor, just ask him! He’ll tell you. We’ve known each other for a really long time. Longer than he’s known the Avengers,” Darcy explained, and Brunnhilde grinned just barely.

“I don’t doubt that part,” Brunnhilde replied, and Darcy hummed under her breath shortly before speaking up again.

“Then what part are you doubting?” Darcy asked, quick on the uptake as she watched her.

Brunnhilde was truly having far too much fun with this, and she knew that Thor would realistically be back anytime now since it likely did not take long to lift something off of someone, but she could not help but mess with Darcy. Darcy was growing more and more fun by the moment with her reactiveness.

“Don’t put words in my mouth. I didn’t say I doubted anything,” Brunnhilde assured her, sounding as unbothered as she ever had managed to be. Immediately, Darcy deliciously took the bait offered to her.

“Hey, I’m not an idiot. I can read tones really well. I took psych,” Darcy proclaimed, and Brunnhilde paused.

“What?” Brunnhidle scrunched her nose a bit as she questioned the glasses-clad woman. Darcy puffed up a little, pleased with the fact that she had managed to gain some sense of superiority in this battle of sarcasm and wills.

“Psych. Y’know, psychology,” Darcy explained herself.

“Oh. What did you learn there?” Brunnhilde asked, feigning curiosity, and Darcy immediately spoke up, pleased with herself as she volunteered more information.

“I learned how to read people. Look deeper than just what’s on the surface,” Darcy explained.

“Hmm. Judging by the name, I would assume that it teaches you how to be psycho. And in that case, I’m sure you passed with flying colors,” Brunnhilde spoke up, barely holding back the enormous smirk. Darcy’s eyes went somewhat wide, but she quickly controlled herself as she remained quiet for a moment.

“So what are you?”

“What am I?” Brunnhilde questioned, somewhat confused as to what Darcy meant.

“Yeah. What are you? You talk like Thor, so I assume you’re from Asgard or somewhere,” Darcy pointed out.

“What she is would be the current King of Asgard,” Thor spoke up, coming upon the both of them rather unexpectedly, and Brunnhilde immediately relished how Darcy looked utterly shocked. Thor came over so that he was standing next to Brunnhilde, his arm brushing her own from where he towered over her.

“Wait, you’re the—Wait a minute. Wait… Why are you the king? Wouldn’t you be a queen? Because you’re a girl…?” Darcy asked, a little unsure of herself as she looked over Brunnhilde’s form skeptically, trying to understand what was going on.

“Asgard is meant to be ruled over by a king, and king is just a title. It doesn’t matter who’s actually holding the place. It could be a woman or a man,” Thor explained as he placed a hand carefully on Brunnhilde’s shoulder.

Brunnhilde immediately felt something between glee at the feelings behind the gesture and hatred of the fact that somebody was actually touching her. People did not usually put their hands on her, but she figured that if she was going to ever make an exception, it would be with Thor.

“Or a pile of rocks,” Brunnhilde deadpanned, referencing Korg and how he was in charge for today.

Thor laughed heartily, grinning as his eyes crinkled so sweetly with the mirth. Had Brunnhilde not lived for as many years as she had, it might take her breath away with the sheer genuineness and kindness in his face.

Darcy looked between the both of them uncertainly, trying to understand the joke despite the fact that she was very obviously completely lost.

“Oh, Darcy, I was supposed to tell you… Tony needs you in the lab again,” Thor informed her, and Darcy nodded quickly, focusing on Thor as she offered a tight-lipped smile.

“Ah, okay. Well, it was good meeting you, Valkyrie,” Darcy spoke up, and Brunnhilde knew that Darcy was likely not entirely genuine with the statement. But she wasted no time in reciprocating.

“It was good to meet you, too,” she told her, and Darcy headed away in the direction of the lab, wasting no time heading out.

As soon as she was out of earshot, Brunnhilde chuckled heartily. Thor raised an eyebrow, looking at her strangely as he wordlessly questioned why she was laughing.

“Well, your friend was certainly quirky and kind of strange,” she pointed out, and Thor smiled just a little, excitement coming back into those gorgeous electric blue eyes.

“Oh, just wait until you meet Lady Natasha and Lady Yelena. You will probably really like them.”

Brunnhilde did not really know much about what her feelings about those two would be, but she did know one thing.

She would eagerly go anywhere and meet anyone as long as this big lug was the one leading her there.

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I Will Find You (Part 02)

Pairing: Loki x Fem!Asgardian!Reader

Plot:

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

Part 1 to be found here

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

Read time: ~23 mins

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

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

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

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

But that never happened.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She said nothing.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Loki was home again. Or was he?

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

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

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

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

"Where are you going?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Who knows how long he might have been starving!

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

"You are an exceptional cook!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Please, (Y/N)."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"And would that have been so bad?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How could she say no to that plea?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What were they? What happened? How?

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

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

“You can never hurt me,” he rasped.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Damn you!" She cursed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I cannot help it!" She shouted.

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

"See?" She smirked.

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

"Touch yourself!" Loki commanded.

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

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

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

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

He shook his head slowly.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not now."

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

"What are you doing?" She smiled.

"Hold on tight."

"What-"

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

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

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

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

Before Loki could answer, a loud knock startled them.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Home was indeed beautiful.

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fluffyprettykitty · 9 months

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Summer sleepover

running from august 21st to august 23rd

We are celebrating life & anything good in it ☺️ and the reward is a drabble sleepover! Ilysm all and sending good and summery vibes of peace of love to you all year round!

As I had promised in the past we will use the same format as the 1.8 wlw sleepover to help me write my drabbles! What will you do is mix and match a character or several with one or several of the following categories provided.

⋆ Polyamorous ships are always encouraged. No platonic or daughter! reader though.

⋆ Darker themes are welcomed to my discretion. Check my requests page for what I'm comfortable with.

⋆ Please only use a character from the ones already provided. The same goes for all the categories.

⋆ I will either turn them into blurbs or drabbles depending on my inspiration but you can suggest to me what it should be.

⋆ I will do female reader for smut prompts and gender-neutral for fluff prompts. All will be written vague and over 21.

⋆ You can request up to three times.

⋆ You have to be strictly 18+ to participate.

⋆ The time frame is reserved for requests, I will write them and publish them as I see fit aka I don't want to post too much.

characters: Jack Russell, Cassian Andor, Poe Dameron, Luke Cage, Jessica Jones, Frank Castle, Billy Russo, Thor Odinson, Gamora, Brock Rumlow, Layla El Faouly, Elektra Natchios, Bruce Banner, Marc Spector, Brunnhilde, Yelena Belova, Monica Rambeau, Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff, Joaquin Torres, Bucky Barnes, Sam Wilson, Jane Foster, Kate Bishop.

aus: apocalypse, bakery, book store, brothel, celebrity, clone, detective, ghost, restaurant, porn star, tutor, maid, mechanic, mermaid, neighbor, stripper, yandere, werewolf, vampire.

kinks: latex, breath play, cockwarming, phone sex, gloves, choking, strip tease, uniform/suit, deep throating, titty fucking, squirting, dirty talk, sex toys, accidental stimulation, collaring, shower, sensory deprivation, somnophilia, lingerie, object insertion, lap dance, period sex, lactation, temperature play, edging, spanking, exhibitionism, handcuffs, clothes on, moresomes.

date ideas: day trip, road trip, library, museum, restaurant, camping, beach, drinks/bar, concert, walking, sightseeing, boat ride, dancing, spa, errands, mattress shopping, shopping spree, cinema, coffee, abandoned places, photoshoot.

domestic situations: trying new recipes, competitive games, painting nails, reading, cuddling, clothes shopping, packing for a trip, laundry, saying goodbye at the door, repairing things, changing bedsheets, exercising together, ordering takeout, bathing a pet, falling asleep, waking them up, complaining about family, movie nights, doing dishes.

☆ Just combine as many as you want however you see fit! And of course, when it comes to domestic situations and date ideas you can think of other things or be more specific on one situation! ☆

No pressure tagging: @that-sarcastic-writer, @tarrenterror25, @stargirlfics, @bvckysmoon @aphrogeneias @inklore @alohastyles-x @moonlight-prose @sunflowersteves @flordeamatista @e-dubbc11 @saradika @tom-whore-dleston

#selenes sleepovers #summer sleepover

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rev-glut · 11 months

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Request Rules

Current request status: Closed.

I write character(s) x reader, so yes I also write poly ships with reader too.

Specify if you want the reader to have a specific trait or I’ll just write whatever comes to mind (this also goes for Reader’s gender)

I will also reject any requests for whatever reason (unable to write it, it makes me uncomfortable, etc.) I will still respond to the ask and tell you that I can’t write and open it up to other writers (unless it makes me uncomfortable to post the ask)

Yes: Matt Murdock, Peter Parker (Holland, Garfield and Maguire), the Moon Knight system, Eddie Brock, Venom, the main Across the Spiderverse Spiders.

Yeah: Foggy Nelson, Karen Page, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanoff/Natalia Romonov, Thor Odinson, Loki Laufeyson (minus the Loki series), Wanda Maximoff, Stephen Strange.

Sure: Carol Danvers, Brunnhilde/Valkyrie, Charles Xavier, Scott Lang, Wade Wilson, Erik Lehnsherr, James “Logan” Howlett, Spider Noir.

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voluntadfuerte · 7 months

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Starter call - Marvel

Bobbi Morse - Comics - Jennifer Morrison (bisexual)

Brunnhilde - Comics/MCU - Tessa Thompson (bisexual)

Cassie Lang - Comics - Seychelle Gabriel (lesbian)

Carol Danvers - MCU - Brie Larson (bisexual)

Cindy Moon - Comics - Jung Ho Yeon (bisexual)

Clint Barton - Comics - Boyd Holbrook (bisexual)

Daisy Johnson - AoS - Chloe Bennet (bisexual)

Elektra Natchios - Netflix - Elodie Yung (bisexual)

Erik Lehnsherr - Comics - Adrien Brody (bisexual)

Frank Castle - Netflix - Jon Bernthal (bisexual)

Gwen Stacy - ITSV - Olivia Holt (bisexual)

Grant Ward - AoS - Brett Dalton (bisexual)

Harry Osborn - Comics/TASM/Raimi - Tom Doherty (queer - without label)

James Barnes - Comics/MCU (cacw divergent) - Sebastian Stan (bisexual)

Jane Foster - Comics/MCU - Natalie Portman (pansexual)

Jemma Simmons - AoS - Elizabeth Henstridge (bisexual)

Jennifer Walters - Comics/MCU - Tatiana Maslany (bisexual)

Jessica Drew - Comics - Adria Arjona (bisexual)

Jessica Jones - Netflix - Krysten Ritter (bisexual)

Johnny Storm - Comics - Jordan Fisher (bisexual)

Karen Page - Netflix - Meghan Markle (bisexual)

Kate Bishop - Comics - Kiersey Clemons (bisexual)

Kitty Pryde - Comics - Lily Collins (bisexual)

Lorna Dane - Comics - Zoë Kravitz (bisexual)

Loki Laufeyson - Comics/MCU - Tom Hiddleston/Katie McGrath (genderfluid & bisexual)

Makkari - MCU - Lauren Ridloff (bisexual)

Marc Spector - Comics - Oliver Jackson-Cohen (bisexual)

Matt Murdock - Netflix - Charlie Cox (bisexual)

Namor McKenzie - Comics - Daniel Henney (bisexual)

Natasha Romanoff - Comics - Priyanka Chopra (bisexual)

Peggy Carter - MCU - Candice Patton (bisexual)

Peter Parker - Comics/ITSV - Andrew Garfield (trans man & bisexual)

Reed Richards - Comics - Oscar Isaac (bisexual)

Rogue - Comics/X-Men 1&2 - Lindsey Morgan (pansexual)

Sam Wilson - Comics/MCU (cacw divergent) - Anthony Mackie (bisexual)

Scott Summers - Comics/X-Men 1&2 - Jared Padalecki (bisexual)

Sharon Carter - Comics/MCU (cacw divergent) - Emily VanCamp (bisexual)

Stephen Strange- Comics - Pedro Pascal (bisexual)

Steve Rogers - Comics/MCU (cacw divergent) - Chris Evans (bisexual)

Susan Storm - Comics - Alice Eve (bisexual)

Tony Stark - Comics/MCU (im3 divergent) - Pedro Pascal (bisexual)

Thor Odinson - Comics/MCU (divergent post ragnarok) - Chris Hemsworth (pansexual)

Trish Walker - Netflix - Rachael Taylor (bisexual)

Wade Wilson - Comics/Deadpool 1-2 - Ryan Reynolds (nb & pansexual)

Wanda Maximoff - Comics - Gratiela Brancusi (pansexual)

Yelena Belova - Comics - Léa Seydoux (lesbian)

Please comment with who you want. If you're a multimuse, play who with.

#general | starter call

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loganlostitall · 7 months

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C, F, L for ask game.

A ship I have never liked and probably never will:

Oooh girl you trying to get me in trouble LOL. Every ship from my last post probably falls under this category as well, besides Rickyl and Desus because I genuinely don’t think I’ve been in this fandom long enough to say that those won’t be my favorite ships in a few years. I don’t think they’ll grow on me but I also said that Daryl would never grow on me, and the same with Negan, soooo I’m not going to make the mistake of using those words ever again LOL.

I can say for TWD though that Daryl Dixon x Leah Shaw, Negan Smith x Alpha, and.. whew… Bethyl aren’t ever gonna be something I like. You’re gonna get me killed here. But Beth Greene x Daryl Dixon is almost exactly the same age gap as Amanda and I were, and you were already my friend when that whole mess happened so I’m sure that comes as no surprise to you. (Amanda is my ex girlfriend?? who was 38 when I was 15, fun time 😀). And Daryl was I believe 41 while Beth was 18 so that’s quite literally the same number of years. 23. No ty. It doesn’t nauseate me because she’d be an adult but I do try to avoid reading it; my mutuals can talk about it though if they want for all I care. I do in fact believe that Beth had a crush on Daryl and just wouldn’t have pursued him, looked for those traits elsewhere.

Marvel forever dislikes: Tony Stark x Peter Parker, Wanda Maximoff x Puerto Maximoff, Gamora x Nebula, Peter Parker x Morgan Stark (seriously, ew), Thanos x Loki Laufeyson, Odin Borrson x Loki Laufeyson, Odin Borrson x Thor Odinson, Odin Borrson x Hela Odindottir, Freyja Freyrdottir (Frigga) x Loki Laufeyson, May Parker-Jameson x Peter Parker, Norman Osborn x Peter Parker, Otto Octavius x Peter Parker, Skip Westcott x Peter Parker!!!!!!!!, Tony Stark x Sentient Armor, Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter, Steve Rogers x Sharon Carter, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Brunnhilde x Hela Odindottir, Thor Odinson x Carol Danvers, James Howlett x Anna Marie, if I listed them all I’d be here all night

DC forever dislikes: Alfred Pennyworth x Bruce Wayne, Bruce Wayne x Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Damian Wayne, Lucas Fox, Barbara Gordon, or any of Batman’s sidekicks (I think you get my point by now), Jack Napier x Harleen Quinzel, Jack Napier x Clark Kent, Hal Jordan x Arisia Rrab (she’s an entire child 😐), Dick Grayson x Catalina Flores (sexual assault), there are just so many more

Shameless forever dislikes: Fiona Gallagher x literally everyone she ever dated, Debbie Gallagher x all of her exes as well, Lip Gallagher x Mandy Milkovich (she rped him guys!!! don’t forget), Lip Gallagher x Karen Jackson, Karen Jackson x Frank Gallagher, Frank Gallagher x Sammi Slott (that’s your child dude…), Ian Gallagher x Kash Karib, Ian Gallagher x Caleb Daniels, Carl Gallagher x Kassidi Gallagher (typing that made me laugh 😭), Carl Gallagher x Dominique Winslow, Carl Gallagher x Tish (she rped him as well), Liam Gallagher x Sissy (MORE rpe), please just let my babies be happy and in love

Euphoria forever dislikes: Maddie Perez x Nate Jacobs, Rue Bennett x Jules Vaughn, Cal Jacobs x Nate Jacobs, Cal Jacobs x Jules Vaughn, Cassie Howard x Nate Jacobs, Rue Bennett x Nate Jacobs, Rue Bennett x Fezco O’Neill, Fezco O’Neill x Ashtray

What’s the longest you’ve ever been in a fandom?

I am still a Marvel and DC fan, so it’s gotta be those. I’ve literally been a fan since I was born.

Say something genuinely nice about a character who isn’t one of your faves.

Maggie Rhee does her absolute best for her son. I… don’t have much /pos commentary besides that 😭

#ask game #ships I don’t like #ships I will never like #tw grooming #the walking dead #marvel #dc comics #shameless #euphoria #my longest time in a fandom #compliment a character that isn’t a favorite #please don’t come for me

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bigbadripley · 1 year

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Chemistry - Ⅱ - Research

Pairing: Valkyrie x Bisexual!Female!OC

Appearances: Student!Valkyrie, Student!Thor, Student!Yelena Belova. Student!Wanda

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.

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 let me know~

Chapter list (ongoing)

Reese's time outside class was spent aimlessly scrolling through Val's social media, admiring her photos and funny captions. She considered texting Val numerous times to see if she was doing anything and wanted to hang out, but Reese was easily intimidated by the prospect of asking girls out.

Yelena arrived back at the dorm and saw what Reese was up to immediately.

"That's called stalking." She pointed out as Reese scrolled from one photo to the next. Reese looked at her with big eyes,

"I'm not stalking her!" She said defensively. At least Reese didn't see it that way.

Yelena peered over her shoulder, "She's cute. Not my type, though." She said. Reese rolled her eyes,

"You don't have a type, Lena." She told her asexual, aromantic friend matter-of-factly. Reese glanced back at her phone, and she spotted a red heart. She realized she must have had her finger on the screen while talking to Yelena and accidentally liked the photo. The problem was the picture was from 9 months ago.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Reese exclaimed, dropping her phone quickly. Yelena looked confused, unsure of what she was freaking out about. "I liked a photo from nearly a year ago! Fuck!" She said. Reese began to feel nauseous, understanding now what all those poor souls from the internet memes were talking about.

"Just unlike it, it's not the end of the world," Yelena said, trying to get Reese to chill out.

"I can't! It'll still show up in the notification, and once she goes to the photo and sees that my like isn't there, she'll know I unliked it! But I do like that photo! God dammit!" Reese explained, still pacing and avoiding looking at her phone. "What if Val doesn't even like me like that? I mean, there are many photos of her with some dude named Korg."

"I don't understand the big deal. So you liked a photo from a long time ago, and? It could be flattering." Yelena said, trying to soften the blow. Reese flopped down onto her bed and sighed,

"Or she could see it as stalking, as you said."

It was time for Reese's first session with Thor, and she was not excited. She and Thor were best friends in school, but that all changed when his brother decided that Reese was evil for going on one date with him and deciding she doesn't like him like that. Few people knew about that, and Reese wanted to keep it that way.

She was trying her best to walk Thor through a basic equation to determine his understanding of Professor Colson's class, but he needed to pay more attention to what she was saying. Instead, he was on his phone.

"Earth to Odinson; what's the answer to this? I've basically spelled it out for you!" Reese told him, trying not to laugh at her use of the old phrase from school. The big, blonde himbo looked up from his phone and to the paper, squinting.

"That would be... nine?" He answered in the form of a question. Reese sighed heavily and wrote the big number "6" on the page without a word. She didn't mean to be an ass, but she was still beside herself about what had happened earlier.

Thor sensed this, oddly enough. "You seem glum, chum." He told her. Reese rested her head on her palm,

"Just girl troubles." She admitted. She had no intention of getting deeper into it with him, knowing well that they weren't buddies like they used to be. Thor was delighted to hear a topic more interesting than calculus and decided to pry.

"I'm pretty good with girls! What's the problem?" He asked, suddenly giving Reese his full attention. This was when she realized that they wouldn't be getting much done in the way of tutoring today. Fuck it. She thought to herself before explaining the picture-liking incident with him, leaving out the detail of whose photos she was perusing at the time but making sure to include that Reese isn't positive that she swings that way.

Thor let out an exaggerated gasp. "That's brutal, but you should just play it cool if you see her. Pretend it didn't even happen, and if she asks, tell her the truth." He told her. Reese reflected on the advice for a moment, realizing it was better than just avoiding Val entirely. "By the way, who is this girl?" Thor spoke back up.

Reese started to remember what it was like with her old friend. He was a jock but the kindest jock you'd ever meet. She leaned in closer to him. "You keep this to yourself, alright?" She told him, wide-eyed. Thor nodded, swearing himself to secrecy. "Valkyrie Brunnhilde" She whispered to him.

This took Thor aback for a moment as his brain put together everything he had ever heard around campus about Val. "Well, you'll be happy to hear that she plays for your team." He told Reese with a grin.

Reese lightly hit Thor's enormous arm with the back of her hand. "Shut the fuck up." She laughed, thinking he wasn't being serious. Thor shrugged,

"I swear, up and down." Reese took a moment, still not believing him,

"What about that Korg guy in a ton of her pics?" she asked.

"Her buddy, nothing more," Thor told her. He was one-hundred percent certain.

"I think you're bluffing," Reese said, trying not to smile with giddiness in case he was playing her. Thor threw his hands up in defense,

"I've been around. I hear and see everything, like Heimdall!"

While Reese and Thor were meant to discuss independent and dependent variables, Valkyrie was attempting to get the skinny on her tutor from her roommate, Wanda.

"Reese Majors? She was a huge nerd in high school, but she had her 'She's All That' moment and glowed up over the summer break before our Junior year. Was a bit of a party animal after that, but it didn't last very long." Wanda explained, giving Val more detail than she originally asked for. "Also, that year, Thor Odinson set her up with his brother Loki, but apparently, she didn't like his attitude, so she shut that down. She started dating Clint Barton after that, though." Wanda continued to explain.

Val sunk a bit at the idea of Reese being straight until her roomie spoke up again. "Nobody really knows why she broke up with Clint, but she hasn't really dated anyone since. The running theory is she's gay."

"Really? Why do they assume that?" Val asked, hoping for substantial evidence. She wasn't looking to pursue a relationship with Reese immediately, but she was very enamored with the strawberry blonde.

Wanda chuckled at Val's question. "Because somebody found her lesbian Game of Thrones fanfiction account online. Unless she's just a slut for Cersei Lannister; lesbi-honest." She stated, putting extra emphasis on somebody like she knew who. Val pried for more information.

"Who was the somebody?"

"Loki. I guess he thought it would be suitable revenge for her rejecting him, but everyone forgot about it after a week. Everyone but Reese that is. I think she stopped talking to Thor even after that." Wanda explained further. "It's funny, though, because Loki came out at bi last year, so he just did what he did to be a dick, it seems."

Val thought about this for a long moment, realizing it would suit her better to get to know Reese personally rather than through rumor. She took her phone out and sent her a quick text:

Hey, meet me outside of Jefferson hall tomorrow, noon.

#valchem #valkyrie #valkyrie mcu #marvel #marvel fanfic #marvel mcu #fan fiction #fan fic #mcu fanfiction #thor love and thunder #Thor #bisexual characters #Loki #women loving women

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howfarethestars · 1 year

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love soon might end (be known in its aching)

new fic!

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

paring: thor x valkyrie

rating: t

word count: 10.9k

link: love soon might end

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

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peachyteabuck · 5 years

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everywhere, everything, anything

summary: thor meets a cat in new asgard.

pairing: thor odinson x brunnhilde

words: 1,424

trigger warnings: angst, takes space in the space between canons that the mcu is made up of, some fluff.

notes/other: my therapist told me “you need to recenter your hobbies so that you find joy in them. self care comes from the appreciation and dedication to self, not obligation.” so i wrote this. also, @m00nlightdelights gave me like $15 for my first tattoo & this is my thank you.

ask box / masterlist / commission info / ko-fi

Thor meets him the day he goes to pick up his month shipment of Misgardian alcohol. There, in a house made from empty crates and discarded fishing net, lies a large cat. Freckled with dark grey patches with swirls of lighter and lighter greys, he looks at Thor with translucent green eyes. Large pupils, a swishing tail. Thor chooses not to move the animal just looking for somewhere other than the cold, muddy ground to sleep. He, in all his regality, understands the creature’s desire for such basic accommodations.

Brunnhilde notices the creature two weeks from the day Thor gives him an old towel for the feline to sleep on. She loves Thor, loves her with each cell in her fatigued body, and that is why she does not mention anything until she notices the collar, the nameplate around the grey mass’s fluffy neck.

It’s red – not blood red – but red like cherry-flavored beverages, like the remnants of a red velvet cupcake on a paper plate. Red of a shift worn down from time and love. Red, the cheeks of a twelve-year-old with a crush. Brun walks to the cat with narrowed eyes and a container full of ground fish.

The cat, one very happy to accept such a prized snack, does not mind when Brun moves to check the small letters indented into the shiny silver.

Lands-maðr

New Asgard

If found, please leave me alone

Brun snorts, and does as the nameplate tells her to.

She brings it up that night as she cooks, slicing meats and vegetables into a crockpot so it can become a meal as she and Thor sleep. It’s a mess, the counters and kitchen, but she likes it. It’s a sign of something warmer than the chill running through her veins. Thor’s there, leaning against the counter, stealing bits of vegetables and suggesting spice combinations as if he knows what he’s talking about. Brun doesn’t snap at him, though, just rolls her eyes and directs the conversation towards something else.

It’s when Thor mentions coriander that she mentions the new addition to their property. Thor, unlike before, says very little. He simply shrugs, and bites into a bit of celery.

“Showed up one day,” he says.

Brun nods. “I knew that part.”

Thor shrugs again. Not much else to tell.

Brun doesn’t push him, just sets the timer and ushers him into their massive, messy bed. He snores as loud as usual, but in the early morning when she goes to shower the dried sweat from her nightmares she doesn’t find him dead asleep. Rather, he’s tapping away at a laptop that’d nearly been busted in a fit of anger a few weeks prior. When he abandons it for his own shower, Brun can’t help but peak at the cracked screen.

It’s some pet website. Specifically, something called a cat tree. Brun scoffs and rolls her eyes. Nonetheless, she finds it a little heartwarming that Thor has something to focus on besides how his literal and figurative world was blown to bits and how it may have been but also wasn’t his fault and –

Exactly twenty-three days later, she finds a weather-proof cat tree four feet to the left of the large stack of crates. The mid-afternoon sun is bright and warm, something Lands-maðr is well aware of as he lays on the highest platform in a sun beam. Brun, a woman who has worked tirelessly for everything she has, glares at the creature. Not in anger or jealousy, per se, but marvel.

Just shows up in Thor Odinson’s yard and suddenly gets to live like a king who hasn’t been displaced. Still, she can’t remain too mad when she finally runs her fingers through that beautiful, thick fur – all that warmer as it heats in the sun.

The first time Lands-maðr wades his way inside, he jumps in through a window as Brun and Thor clean the house. It’s the last warm (well, their definition of warm) day of the year, and they celebrate by opening up the house to let the fresh air in while they scrub and wipe and sweet, slow songs play in the background. Thor treats the feline’s presence as something normal, welcomes the animal as it follows him around and brrrooowwws every once and awhile to force Thor’s hand to give him the attention he so deservedly wishes for. Sometimes Lands-maðr receives pieces of chicken and fish and bread for his troubles, something Brun may or may not contribute to.

For the first few hours she considers saying something, considers telling Thor to stick the cat back outside or question him about this grey mass that has decided all on his lonesome he now lived in their home with these two humans who have so humbly devoted themselves to his servitude. But, after Lands-maðr finds himself a bed in the form of a pile of fresh-out-of-the-dryer laundry and swishes that tail around as he stares at Brun while she so indignantly pulls more and more of his throne from him so she can put them away, Lands-maðr looks at her with this large, green eyes with large, round pupils and she cracks. Her heart cracks. And she decides this creature has staked enough of himself in the wood walls of their home there’s no way she can kick him out.

“Fine,” she mumbles to herself. The next few words she mumbles to the cat (a fact she’s just a little bit ashamed of). “But only because you make him happy.”

Lands-maðr does nothing in response.

That night forward, Lands-maðr spends each night on Thor’s massive chest, warming the man’s face and purring louder than anything Brunnhilde’s ever heard in her entire goddamn life. Lands-maðr’s good about sharing Thor, let’s Brun curl up into her lover’s side and rest her head on the small bit shoulder not covered in fluff. Lands-maðr also takes care not to smother Brun in her sleep, something she greatly appreciates.

Maybe she now has to share the love of her life with some other creature, but when she wakes up each morning and doesn’t feel Thor tenser than the day previous – instead feeling him calm and sated as this cat warms his skin – Brun thinks giving up real estate when she cuddles Thor is worth it.

One night, Brunnhilde has to leave. Some diplomatic thing, Thor calls it. A way for New Asgard to get access to a larger variety of produce from a neighboring place that’s been growing beautiful fruit in these large greenhouses and New Asgard has been struggling to-

Either way, Thor is left by his lonesome for a little over seventy-two hours. This, before all of it, wouldn’t be a problem. He’s a grown man, he’s a grown man who can handle himself and can remember to feed himself and remember to bathe himself.

He is also a grown man who uses the woman he loves to keep the voices in his head that tell him to curl up in a ball and never leave the house. The ones that tell him to eat nothing all day because he forgets he’s a living thing that needs to eat, the one that makes him watch seven seasons worth of trashy television in less than a week.

He’s fine for the first day or so, but as the sun sets on night two (2) alone, every bit of medical grade steel he’s used to keep the rest of the world out disintegrates in his hands like…like…

Thor cries, cement in his ribs making it hard to breathe and heart desperately beating to keep his hands from becoming too cold. Tears, thick fat ones that rest in his beard, roll down his face like waves onto a shored ship. He makes no move to wipe them from his face.

“Am I some sort of infection?” His voice is low as the cat accepts his pitiful attempt at pets. “My skin – it remembers. It knows each piece of ruin New Asgard has built itself out of, built itself without me.” Thor sniffles again, rubbing at his face with the hoodie he’s worn every day for the past two weeks. “How am I ever to apologize to my people sufficiently? To myself?” he sniffs. “How am I to apologize to you, for bringing all these foreign people to a place such rightfully yours?”

Lands-maðr, still purring louder than two ships hitting each other during a lightning storm, simply rubs the flat of his head against Thor’s chin.

Apology accepted.

#thorkyrie #thor & cats babey!!#das what it's all about!!#lukis writes stuff #thor odinson x valkyrie #thor odinson x brunnhilde

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