for venusbarnes 5k challenge!! i’m gonna be doing a bunch of these but i just decided i wanted to write something different than what i usually lean towards for this :)
i also wrote a loki imagine called idoru! very angsty but cute :)
#6: “what, you didn’t miss me? i’m hurt.”
reader is thor’s rival/fling thing. you’ve fought & battled each other hundreds of times, but nothing can compare to the energy you two have. but you’ve gone a while without seeing him, and he’s honestly relieved he doesn’t have to put up with it anymore - until he sees you again. *reader’s bi cuz she’s that bitch, and kind of like valkyrie*
warning: toxic! (but it’s really not that deep, considering they do b fighting a lot), fight scene!
also: i would listen to THIS playlist while reading this!!! i was listening while writing, made it so enjoyable.
You were what they called a “wild child.” Graceless, rebellious, brave to the point of stupidity. You were full of rage, a warmonger with no remorse. In your kingdom you were admired for your bravery and physical ability and looked down upon for your “unwomanly” tendencies and your recklessness. You weren’t alone in this though - you had a group of women with you who operated as a team, all of them ostracized because of their resistance to submitting. Together, you were unstoppable.
There was also Thor. He admired you for your brutal honesty, your unabashedly flirty demeanor, and for your fighting abilities. To him, you were like the lady version of him, only not so lady like, and much less cautious, if that was even possible. You were chaotic and wild in combat, and he knew this first-hand. Thor had been at the mercy of your rage many times, and you had seen the force of Mjolnir much too close for comfort. Sometimes you fought for a reason, other times you fought just because you felt like it. For as long as you could remember, Thor had always been your otherworldly enemy… rival was a better word for it.
But perhaps the best part of your rivalry, besides the satisfaction of beating down the god of Thunder on the times you did win your battles (because, really, you did beat him sometimes, and it felt good), was the flirtatious nature that lay within it. You couldn’t doubt that sparks flew when you and the god were together, even when fighting you found yourselves closer to each other than necessary. And outside of a fight, your titillating banter was enough to make heads turn– tongues soaked with whiskey, hot breath against the other’s neck, narrowed eyes matched with rosy lipped smirks that said: “you really wanna do this right now?”, sarcastic and degrading humor. It was all a part of the program. Thor rotated women on a weekly basis, as did you with the women and men back on your kingdom, but the relationship he had with you was different.
No one challenged him like you did, no one was snarky like you were - women joked about Thor submitting to them, but none of them had the power to actually manifest that, other than yourself. He liked that he wasn’t exactly intimidated by you, but that you made your worth and your ability rather clear. He knew you weren’t “easy” in a fight, and you wouldn’t back down. For a while, you steered clear of Thor while you got your own life together. And for that while, it was quiet… too quiet. You were glad to be given a reason to stir things up again. And boy, was Thor in for a surprise.
You smeared black liner on your waterline (stolen from a Walgreens on Midgard - you liked their makeup more, it was low quality and gave you a cheap, uncouth look that you cherished - not like makeup on your planet, which made you look exactly like what you were… a warrior goddess), and looked in the mirror. Well, what remained of the mirror after you had smashed it. You held a piece of broken glass in your hands and leaned in towards it, your reflection wonky and distorted. You were sitting in your dim-lit, unfurnished (purposefully) bedroom with your friends - the warrior women who you considered your sisters.
“Thor’s in for a lovely surprise today,” you sang in monotone, applying more dark pencil liner below your waterline. You quickly rubbed a dark purple lip on and puckered up, raising your eyebrows at yourself in the mirror.
Mira shook her head playfully and sighed,
“Honestly, YN, I’ve known you for years and it still strikes me how crazy you are.”
“Thor’s a player, anyway. We know how he is with women… do you really need to fight him?” another one of your sisters, Amina questioned.
You turned around, huffing defiantly and gripping your sword at your side,
“Look, it isn’t about that. I don’t care if Thor wants to bang a fucking dwarf, and with his streak, he probably has. It’s about respect. I don’t go around flirting with Loki. How dare he invade our honor and try to pick up one of my sisters! It’s nothing personal, Lydia, honestly. I think Odinson just forgotten the boundaries.”
Lydia, one of your sisters, the “victim” of Thor’s heavy flirting, who had resisted because there was an unspoken but obviously clear rule that Thor was not to ever try to play with one of your sisters, for the purpose of respect. You didn’t want him to see your sisters as easy targets or see them as the various women he went through every day of the week. You had all agreed on such a rule, so it wasn’t like you were just bossing everyone around. And as for your flirtationship with Thor, that was different. Thor knew better - he knew you could handle him just as well as he could handle you. And for the most part, you were in control.
Lydia shrugged, continuing her crotchet pattern - she helped make outfits for all of you. You all vowed to be self sufficient. She didn’t seem to mind the situation much,
“Listen. I say go for it. It’s been a while. Shake things up again.”
You smiled, glad someone understood you,
“Thank you, Lydia. Right then, I’m off. See you after I ravage him.”
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Back at Asgard, Thor was living his best life. He was breezing through the days, lounging on his throne with multiple women around him daily, feeding on grapes they hung above his lips, getting drunk every night, all while performing his kingly duties. He had let go of the tension you caused him- while he enjoyed his encounters with you, it gave him a lot of unconscious stress to be constantly thinking of when you might next attack. But it had been a while since you last arrived to stress him out, and so he relaxed, and he forgot about you, just a bit.
But that was before you decided to pop back in again, stomping into the golden room where you saw Thor sitting with one leg up on the throne, women chattering to him and leaning on him, fawning over him. The sight would’ve made you sick if you weren’t already so preoccupied with your rage. You paused in front of the stairway to the throne.
“ODINSON!!!” you let out a roar that let him know you were here, because he was so distracted by the presence of the women. He almost jumped, and his heart sank when he saw you - weeks of tension returned to his body.
“Oh shit,” he said under his breath, and you smirked, folding your arms and cocking your head at him.
"What, you didn’t miss me? I’m hurt,“ you gave him a faux pout and then you were back to teasing, your eyes squinted and your lips turned up into a devious smile.
Thor groaned loudly, banging his fists on the arms of his throne. The women surrounding him began to scatter.
"Why are you here!” he roared.
“No,” you raised your voice at him, “the question is, why are you trying to seduce my sisters? Hm?”
Thor’s face went taut and you could see the guilt all over his face. He understood your agreement, and he knew there would be consequences for breaking this agreement. He just didn’t think about it until now. You folded his arms, leaning forward,
“You thought I wouldn’t hear about that, did you?”
“YN, I-” he began stuttering, and nothing coming out of his mouth was making any sense.
"Yeah, go head and shut the fuck up for me,“ you cut him off, your tone final - you’d had enough of his bullshit. Thor’s lips shut closed immediately. "Gods, you asshole. We had an agreement! Did we not?”
Thor found this the perfect time to take a dig at you, a knowing smirk playing at his lips as he straightened up in the throne,
“Sounds awful personal, YN, I mean, it really seems like you took this to heart.” You folded your arms annoyedly, already anticipating what he was insinuating. He licked his lips and pulled his lips underneath his teeth. “Jealous much? Are you jealous, YN?”
You didn’t answer, just gave him that death stare that told him you weren’t here to chit chat right now. He sighed deeply and held his arm out, reaching his hand out into the air,
"Yup, I got it.“
Mjolnir came flashing by and into his hands, and immediately you lunged forth, jumping all the way to the top of the stairs and in front of him on the throne, the two of you clashing. You held your spear out, but Thor blocked it with his hand and knocked it down with his hammer. You scoffed, looking down at your damaged spear on the ground and laughing,
"That the best you got, king?”
That lit a fire in Thor like no other - not only was it a major turn on for you to call him king, even if it was within an act of defiance, but the mockery was enough to make him black out. He swung his hammer at you and you ducked, bouncing back up just in time to kick him in the face and send him flying backwards, knocking his hammer out of his hand and on the floor away from him.
"Oh, I do love this!“ Loki quipped excitedly as he walked past, and you greeted him joyously - where you and Thor were rivals, you and Loki were twin flames. Thor found your relationship annoying. Every once in a while you’d come to Asgard just to hang out with Loki, scrapbooking and being unusually domestic. He almost wished for a fight when he saw you and Loki hanging out and wreaking havoc.
"Hey, Loki!” you turned to wave at him, and then got right back to business, pouncing forward like a cat and landing on top of Thor - specifically on top of his lap. You chuckled viciously and held his chin in your hand, lifting it up and wrapping your hand gently around his throat. Neither of you could ignore the erotic nature of your violence. You licked your upper lip like a hungry wolf. “Where’s your hammer now, casanova?”
Thor reached out and Mjolnir was right at his service again.
“Right here, darling.”
A spark of lightning flew out and struck you, sending you flying and laying feet ahead of him on your back, coughing from the impact of the fall. Now Thor stood above you, his height both menacing and alluring, towering over you. Cockily, he blew the tip of his hammer.
“Yeah,” you mumbled, a bit dazed from your fall. “Stop trying to slobber on my sisters!” you kicked your legs up directly at his crotch, and he stumbled back, falling onto the floor in a sitting position, his knees bent towards himself.
You grinned victoriously, and picked yourself right up, walking towards him and assuming the same position you had been in before, lowering yourself slowly down onto his lap, one leg on either side of him, the same narrowed, cheeky look in your eyes as before. Thor gazed up at you, in a daze only you could pull out of him, raised eyebrows and glazed over amazement in his eyes and all.
“Tap out,” you demanded, folding your arms over your chest in such a way that diverted Thor’s attention to your body.
“You know I can’t pay attention when you’re on top of me like that,” Thor sighed, his voice low and husky. You fought a grin off your face, but couldn’t hide it completely, your voice steady and methodical,
Thor tapped the ground beside him to insinuate he was done, forfeiting - it happened often that you or Thor tapped out, considering your fights weren’t all that serious and were sort of like a game you liked to play. You made a move to get off of him, but he pulled you down by your waist, making you stay.
"No, stay here,“ he whined, and you laughed, throwing your head back.
"You’ll stop hitting on my sisters, then?” you inquired, raising a suspicious brow.
"Not if it means this is what will happen,“ Thor shrugged. "Really though, you never answered my question.” You raised your brow, waiting. “Are you jealous?”
You snorted, though you didn’t feel the need to lie,
“Perhaps a little bit of wants you all to myself,” you batted your lashes at him and ran your hand along his chest. He gripped your waist harder, a determined look settling on his face,
“I as well.”
You shook your head playfully.
"Oh, Odinson.“ You leaned forward to place your lips upon his, and he craned his head up so your lips could meet. But you pulled away, just enough so your lips were barely brushing against each others, then gently pushed his chest down, making him lower his head onto the floor again, your lips still hovering above his. You granted him a teasing smile, a knowing look in your eyes as you stared him down. "One day,” you said, and vanished, teleporting away from him and back to your own kingdom.