#brunnhilde x you
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A Trick Question
Dark!Valkyrie x Fem!R
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Warnings: Nonconsensual Tracking, Stalking, Jealous-Mean Val.
Smut: Daddy(V), Baby/Slut(R), Choking, Unprotected (Rough) Sex (Valkyrie has a dick), Oral(R), Overstimulation, Breeding, Total KO
“You’ve got to be kidding me! Val, that’s my cousin!” You shouted exasperatedly, this repeat argument was starting to take a toll on your mental health, and your physical wellbeing.
“Well she looked at you as if you weren’t hers!”
There was not even an ounce of sarcasm as she yelled back at you, she was dead serious, and you were honest to God taken aback by her boldly believing in her delusional eyesight.
“I’m not doing this right now,” you decided, with a swift hand you snatched up your keys, and took off before she could try to stop you.
Valkyrie was frustrated, she couldn’t quite understand why you didn’t see it yourself. Sarah might be your cousin, but the way she spends half of her time staring at your chest when you speak, it’s clear she doesn’t care about the blood that ties you to her, and that alone leads Valkyrie to consider homicide.
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No one will ever touch you again, she would never allow a beaut like you to slip from her grasp, but for now she’ll let you blow off some steam, and when you return she’ll do the same.
However, after you were gone for an hour she began to feel uneasy about your disappearance. It was already beyond 11pm when you took off, and now it was nearing 1am without a word. Every call went to voicemail, her texts read as delivered, and your location was stalling in place around the house, telling her you’re likely in airplane mode, and it upsets her greatly that you’d be this careless with your own safety.
Valkyrie’s hands tensely gripped onto her glass, the remnants of her scotch swirled around the bottom as she lifted it up to her pursed lips. The only thing that stops her, as she slams her empty glass down and it shatters, from calling her New Asgardian soldiers is a key in the lock.
Valkyrie slipped into the kitchen, and watched you enter the house with tense shoulders, but she saw that once you looked around they fell.
“Where were you?” she reveals herself, and you jump back, hitting your head on the front door.
She knew where you were all along, you turning your phone off forced her to check on your tracker in your neck, and she saw you were up the street at a lookout with Thor as your backup. Because not only had she tracked you, but she sent her men out to surveil you, and report back to her with any developments.
“At our lookout,” you candidly replied as you slipped your jacket onto the hook, “Thinking.”
Valkyrie hummed, “Interesting,” she stepped closer to you until your back was against the door, “I was left here worried sick, and you were just up the street thinking, what about?”
With a trembling lip you answered, “Us,” you gulped before you went on, “I think we sh—.”
Valkyrie raised her hand up to restrict your access to speech, “I agree baby, we should shut your brain off, you’re too pretty to overthink.”
The oxygen deprivation left you dumb, because when she asked for permission, you nodded, “Good girl, look at you being wise,” she smiled sweetly, but her lusty eyes dared you to run.
But the sad thing is, you knew that even if you could, you wouldn’t, you’d never leave her.
Valkyrie ripped your clothing off of your body without a care in the world their significance.
Before you could protest the loss of your moms vintage shirt she’d manhandled you off the ground with two strong arms underneath your dreamy thighs, and with her tongue already buried in your cunt she slammed you onto the kitchen table. The sound of slapping echoed in the kitchen along with your subsequent wince.
The centerpiece vase also fell, spilling the surprisingly cold water all over, causing you to squeal when it pooled against your heated skin.
Valkyrie ate you out endlessly, if you asked her what her dream job was she’d say keeping you warm; sounds innocent enough, but with the fire radiating off your body it truthfully wasn’t.
It was after about the fifth orgasm, your legs trembling so hard around her head that she finally came up for air, the sight of you looking so lost in the haze made her cock twitch with desperate need, she gasped and with breathing in pure air over your intoxicating arousal, well it helped her to remember her neglected body.
Valkyrie slid your abused body up until you were centered on the table, then she decided to test Asgardian furniture producers because she climbed on top, and hovered over you in an almost menacing manner, her grin was scary, “Daddy’s going to fuck you until you’re no longer planning on saying silly things.”
With your thighs to your chest you watched as her dick entered you with one brutal thrusting of your forced lovers hips, “Fuck, don’t you see, this slutty pussy was made for me, no one else,” her grunts continued to brainwash you into a state of serenity and agreement; hope was lost.
“Now, you’re going to block Sarah, do you understand?” You didn’t. But that didn’t stop you from nodding so she’d continue to fuck you, the feeling of her still cock inside you was torture, especially when her appendage grew tired of waiting as it twitched you into a mewl.
“Good girl,” she rewarded you with a sloppy kiss, and a brutal half minute of thrusting.
“Daddy please, don’t stop,” you sobbed, like genuine tears trailed down the sides of your head and mixed with the sweat in your hair.
“Tell daddy, who does this pussy belong to?”
Not you! “Daddy”
“What about your heart?” she slid out of you, eyes trained on your trembling lip, you were struggling to answer, but no worries, she would help with a set of powerful thrusts, “Daddy!!!!”
“Your heart rests in the palm of my hands baby,” she pressed a deceivingly tender kiss to your lips as she picked up a steady pace that had you once again forgetting your situation.
Valkyrie knew how to work your body, she bit your pulse point every time she was nearing her own release, trying to time your orgasms because the thought of that felt romantic to her. An uncanny tie to your soul as she steals a piece of it from you with every moan pulled.
“That’s a good fucking girl,” she grunts directly into your ear as she felt you spasming around her, then she’s panting again as she moves in and out of you with even more hip power as your cunt tried desperately to still her weapon.
“I’m not stopping until I know you’re good and full,” she grunts, the overexertion here enough to tire her advanced physique out, but not to stop, “You’ll be pregnant with my seed baby, a little pouch of it to pudge out your stomach.”
She laughed rather maniacally, “Then you’ll soon enough be pregnant with my heir,” she choked on her words as she once again came, your walls were thickly layered in her seed, and so she added to it, causing a massive gush of it to return to her thighs. So in awe at just how much she’s produced she failed to see you’d officially gone limp on the bed, a total KO.
“Well, I think you’re full baby,” she laughed, but at your lack of response (the anticipated whimper, of need or plea she didn’t care) was had her twist her head to see you clearly, “Oh.”
Valkyrie moaned shakily when another wave of arousal came over her, “I can’t believe I fucked you to sleep,” she almost moved to act on her throbbing cocks behalf, but then she felt a strain in her shoulders that warranted sleep, and so she laid her body atop of yours, she sloppily pecked your lips, “Sweet dreams my Queen, we’ll be wed by the end of tomorrow.”
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nsfw alphabet for valkyrie pls!
Pairing: Brunnhilde x reader
Word Count: 1700 words
Warnings: mention of rough sex, sex toys, oral, fingerfucking, praise kink, daddy kink, scissoring, exhibitionism, if I missed anything major let me know!
Author’s Note: tried to keep the reader a little bit gender-neutral for this one.
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Main Masterlist ・❥・Valkyrie Masterlist
NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.
NSFW ALPHABET
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Brunnhilde likes taking her time cuddling you and pulling you closer, kissing your arms and collarbones. Tracing all of your skin with her lips and praising you nonstop about how good you were for her. She makes you all nice and clean and checks your body for bruises and any injuries after any particular rougher playtime.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Her favorite part about herself is her arms and her general body strength, she likes knowing she can overpower you at any moment and she loves pinning you down. Brunnhilde prefers a partner with an expert mouth, she likes someone who is obedient mostly and knows how to use their tongue to their benefit.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Brunnhilde knows her way around the universe and she has some very nice magical strap-ons that can produce that white liquid she loves using on her lover, loves someone who is cum obsessed as much as the next dom. She also likes finishing, again and again, consecutive orgasms are her preference for both herself and her lover.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Her dirty secret is that she loves being praised. She loves to know she did a good job and has blown your mind, she wants each performance to be different and better than before. She puts a lot of thought into her sex marathon sessions and she wants her partner to full that to the most extent.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Brunnhilde is very experienced. Her long life has given the perfect insight into many different sex trends and many different kinds of loves of all types of alien species. She knows everything there is to know.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Scissoring. She loves suffocating you with her thigh while riding you to oblivion, watching you struggle and pant underneath her. She is into beautiful things and she loves maintaining eye contact during the act also she likes watching that bliss in your face that other positions don’t quite allow her to.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
She likes making jokes, she is a natural jokester anyway and she loves knowing her partner is relaxed during the act. The longer the session, the more jokes she cracks, never at the expense of her lover even though sometimes she is known for reciting battle stories while deep inside you.
H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Immacutaly well-groomed. Brunnhilde’s skin is softer and smoother than any velvet. She loves her grooming time and she wants the same for you. She would never say no to a nice long bath session and a spa night. Applying lotions to each other is one of her favorite bonding moments.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
She is very intimate during the moment because she is after all a very well-hidden hopeless romantic. She loves repeating how much she loves you, she loves praising you and breaking her act to remind you that you are the most beautiful creature in the world while destroying you. She is known to tenderly caress your face when her other moments are much rougher.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Brunnhilde has no qualms when it comes to masturbating. If she feels horny enough she won’t hesitate to go to the bathroom and rub herself silly. She also famously likes doing while piloting her ship, something about looking at the vastness of the universe while her fingers are deep inside her makes her very delirious. Her favorite way to do it is sitting with one leg on the floor, one pushed on a surface for balance, and one hand over her breast.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
She loves being called daddy, it drives her wild. And she loves to hear your voice. Loves repeating questions until you answer them. Basically, she refuses to be quiet during a sex session.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Anywhere. She truly doesn’t mind where as long as you have some relative privacy. She is not a shy girl if she feels like fingering you or having you eat her out in public she expects you to do that. She loves any space as long as she can be a little vocal about it.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Moaning. Knowing what effect she has on you. Even if you let out a sigh for another reason it would turn Brunnhilde on, she loves her sounds and especially any vowels that come out of your pretty mouth. Also watching you getting more and more desperate for it.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)
She would never do anything that made you uncomfortable. She is really good at picking up social cues and the minute she felt like anything could upset you she would stop and ask you if you are alright.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
She loves pleasing you, especially in the early mornings or if she feels particularly hungry for you at any moment. She has long been an expert at it and most importantly she loves taking her time doing it and doesn’t stop until you are shaking and trembling. She loves receiving it as well but for her is only part of the foreplay and never the full meal.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Her pace is vigorous. She loves going fast and rough at it. She wants it that way, she loves watching her partner come undone but there are moments she loves staying slow and sensual, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you. But her to-go thing is the rough one so she always makes sure to train you to her pleasure and benefit.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Only between boring bureaucratic meetings, is sometimes the only reason she will agree to go on one as long as during the break she gets to have a taste. Sometimes, if you are wearing something new she would have to taste it out immediately, and usually she doesn’t leave a place without having first fucked you at least once inside it.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Brunnhilde is hella risky. She loves experiments, she loves new toys, new positions, new places, and even new lovers. She would never hesitate to say yes to an orgy and she would always try to match her partner to her taste. Once she spots something new she will have it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Her mythical nature gives Brunnhilde the benefit of going round after round. She loves her longer session, anything less than an hour is a waste of time for her. For her to feel properly satisfied she needs two hours maximum and maybe a nap or a bath between sessions.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Brunnhilde owns a lot of toys. From golden ones to ones filled with precious rare gems, she has all the range. She loves working them on a partner but what she loves the most is watching her lover on her bed naked and trying their toys while she instructs them on what to do. Usually with her legs open wide and slowly eating her grapes.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Brunnhilde likes teasing but she doesn’t particularly like to be teased. She is going to fuck you, there’s no way she won’t at least twice in the day. But she does like getting you riled up just to hear you whine for her. She likes knowing you are always horny and ready and aching for her.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Oh, she can get very loud. And she expects the same from you, and if you are not being loud she will make sure you are. Brunnhilde is truly relentless about it. She makes a mix of groans and moans, with her nostrils flaring and deep growls coming from her. She loves hearing the slapping sound of skin on skin and she loves hearing your wetness as she is pushing her fingers inside you. She doesn’t like anything being quiet, especially not her own self.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Mirrors. She loves her instructions and she loves having you in her lap fingering you and pleasuring you while you can see exactly what she can do to you. Also, she is a little bit into exhibitionism, she loves knowing she can have you anywhere and that anyone and everyone could potentially hear you or see you both coming undone.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Her body is shaped like a goddess. She is coming straight from a legendary tale anyway and her body can’t help but reflect that. Strong muscles and even stronger thighs wrapping around the most statuesque body you could ever gaze upon.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Brunnhilde’s sex drive is very high. She loves getting it and chasing it and loves pleasuring you mostly all the time, day and night. The best time for her is simply always, anytime, and anywhere.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Brunnhilde is never the first to fall asleep. She loves watching your face, watching you relax until you fall into a deep slumber, your muscles relaxing and cuddling closer to her. She spends her time caressing your face and dreaming of her future and past in between quieter moments. Waking up and sleeping with you in her arms is her favorite thing in the world.
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King by Lauren Aquilina
Summary: After Thor appointed Valkyrie as the new King of New Asgard, she feels lost on what to do. When her feelings and thoughts are all over the place she turns to you, her light, to help her find her way again.
Warnings: fluff, angst, self-doubt, nothing really bad
Word Count: 2.9k
Her head was spinning as she descended the hill into New Asgard. The town was buzzing with her. The warrior smiled and waved to the people that waved back. She needed to figure out what the hell she was going to do. She was a fighter, a warrior, not a King. With a sigh, she opened the door to the after school building. You were walking around the tables and cleaning up the left out art supplies. Valkyrie smiled at the sight as she closed the door.
You moved to New Asgard 4 years ago. You were trying to rediscover yourself in a new world where half of the population was gone. Before Thanos snapped her fingers, you were a teacher and those skills were needed in this town that was trying to rebuild. The warrior found your presence to be calming. You always called yourself a simple human but she saw you as so much more. “You know starring is considered rude in most cultures.” You said with a teasing smile on your face. Valkyrie rolled her eyes and pushed herself off the door, closing the distance between you and her.
“I can’t help it,” she said. “Especially when I’m in the presence of a goddess.” You hit her chest with a stack of paper.
“You are ridiculous.” You said, putting the scrap paper and art supplies in their correct spot.
“That was a good one.” Valkyrie pouted. “I have to up my flirting game so everyone knows you're mine.” She followed you to your desk and before you could sit down she wrapped her arms around your waist. You leaned back into her embrace.
“I’m pretty sure the rock you put on my finger will keep the vultures away, my love.” She smiled, kissing your shoulder and playing with the ring on your finger. “Where is Thor?” You said. The warrior sighed, remembering the conversation she had with her friend.
‘You know, I’d make a lot of changes around here.’ she joked. Thor took off his sunglasses and bowed his head slightly with a smile. ‘I’m counting on it, your majesty.’
You turned around to face her, sitting on the edge of your desk. “What’s wrong?” You asked. It was rather annoying how easily you could read her.
“Can we get away just for a few hours?” She asked. You nodded, with a smile and kissed her lips softly.
“Of course.”
*
You met Valkyrie at the docks while you set up the small row boat. You went home to quickly change and pack a small bag filled with snacks and a blanket. Valkyrie held out her hand. “Welcome aboard, m’lady.” You took her hand and stepped down into the boat.
“Thank you, captain.” You kissed her cheek as you sat down. She smiled and began to row the boat past the port of New Asgard towards a small island. It was by accident that you and Valkyrie found this place. Her and Thor got into a small argument regarding the future of New Asgard. She came to you in a fit of rage. You remembered when you were younger that your father took you out of the water whenever he and your mother got into a fight. The air on the water seemed to have a healing effect. So you rowed the boat as Valkyrie sat in her emotions until you found the island. From then on the island became a spot for you to escape, date nights to tell stories underneath the stars, and it was the spot Valkyrie proposed. “Land ho, captain.” You called out. She jumped out of the rowboat as it came in contact with land and pulled it out of the water. She smirked at you as she caught you checking out her muscles. You simply shrugged and got out of the boat, sling the bag over your shoulder. “Your hot babe, can’t blame me for looking.” Your wife laughed. It was a sound you loved especially when you knew something was bothering you.
“You have such a way with words.” You smiled and went to your favorite spot on the island to lay out a blanket on the ground. It allowed you both to still see the buildings of New Asgard but feel far away from everything. You sat down and pulled out the snacks you brought; a bottle of wine, cheese, crackers, grapes, and strawberries plus two chocolate bars. Valkyrie sat down and opened the bottle of wine. “You are too good to me.” She said. You rolled your eyes.
“Shut up,” you poured the wine into the glass and gave it to her. She took a long sip. “So, what happened?” You asked.
“Thor isn’t coming back to New Asgard. He’s joining the Guardians.” You almost choked on a strawberry at the news. You knew that the God struggled with his guilt for not being able to prevent the death of his brother, the destruction of his home, and not being able to spot Thanos the first time.
“But isn’t he King? He has no heir, not that we know of,” you mumbled the last part which caused Valkyrie to smile. “Who is the new king?” You asked. Your wife’s smile became smaller as she stared out towards the water.
“Me.” She looked at you but looked away rather quickly. You weren’t surprised that the God of Thunder named her the new king. In the 4 years you were at New Asgard, you watched Valkyrie look after its people. But in the brief glance she gave you, you saw doubt in your partner’s eyes. It was an emotion that you’ve never seen in her. “But I don’t know if I can do it,” she whispered. “Thor called me a leader but the last time I was a leader I led my sisters to their death.” She was referring to the battle against Hela. It still haunted and scared her. “I don’t know what to do.” You didn’t respond right away, you swirled the wine in your glass.
“You do what you do best, Val, and fight to protect those you love.” You said.
“Who am I fighting?” She asked. “We won.” You hummed agreeing with her, taking a sip of the wine before moving behind her. You pulled out a brush from your bag and began to brush her wavy hair. The tension melted from her shoulders.
“You are fighting the monsters inside your head,” you answered, pushing her hair to the side and kissing the skin that was showing. “Count your blessings not your flaws. You’re too wrapped up in your self doubt. You’ve got that young blood set it free.” You sighed, resting your head on her shoulder. “For the past 4 years, I’ve seen you lead these people without the title of king. You gave them hope and provided them light in their darkest time.” You kissed the side of her head and forced her to look at you. “You’re in control so get rid of all the monsters inside your head and put all your faults to bed. You can be king.” Your wife moved her hand to the back of your head and weaved her fingers through your hair. She kissed you slowly. You would never get tired of kissing her. She poured all of her emotions and feelings into a kiss when words were lost to her. She ended the kiss, keeping your foreheads touching. “I love you, my king.” You whispered. She chuckled.
“My queen,” you smirked. “My beautiful and smart queen. I’d be lost without you.”
“Queen,” you mumbled against your lover’s lips. “I like that title.” She rolled your eyes.
“Take it down a notch or your ego won’t fit into the school building.” She joked. You pushed her on her chest and she fell to her side bringing you down with her. You laughed, shaking your head. “Was that an attempted assassination attempt on the newly appointed King of Asgard? The punishment is the most severe.” You tried to hide the smile on your face.
“Please have mercy on me, your highness,” you said, burying your face in her neck. “I will do anything.”
“Anything? Mhmm.” She paused for dramatic effect. “I sentence you to be my wife for an eternity.” You pulled away and looked down at her.
“Seriously.” She shrugged.
“Like I said I have to up my flirting game. You are the queen.” You rolled your eyes.
“You, my king, are a dork.” She laughed, taking your left hand in hers and kissed your wrist, your palm, and the ring she gave you.
“Thank you,” you smiled, feeling yourself blush at her intense look.
“Anytime.”
*
It was the screams that woke you and Valkyrie up. She was the first out of bed, rushing to the window, and throwing the blinds back. Your dark room erupted into light from the flames outside. “I have to go,” she said suddenly, pulling on a pair of sleep shorts and a long sleeve shirt. You nodded.
“I’m right behind you.” Your statement caused your wife to stop and look at you.
“Absolutely not. I need you to stay here.” You looked at her in disbelief. You weren’t an Avenger level fighter but you’ve been training and you didn’t have to fight you could help get people to safety.
“This is my home too, Val. I can help.” She ran her hands through her hair, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“I need to know you are safe so I can focus on protecting everyone else,” you went to say something but she held up her hand. “I don’t have time for this. Stay here, that's an order from your king.” Your jaw clenched.
“Yes, your majesty.” Valkyrie sighed, kissing your forehead before leaving your room. You sighed and walked over to the window looking at the chaos. A portal opened and you watched as your wife rode on Warsong. You rolled your eyes, she always had to have a dramatic entrance. You knew you were being difficult and keeping her away from the fight. But she didn't hear what was said about you, a useless human married to the now King. Hell, even Thor’s ex-girlfriend was worthy enough to lift mjolnir. A bright light came down from the heavens and you covered your eyes to shield them. When you looked back, the God of Thunder was standing there. He looked good, a lot healthier than the last time you saw him. A car near your apartment building exploded. “Fuck this.” You said, leaving your room.
*
Valkyrie was going to kill you, it was a fact that you accepted as soon as you stepped foot outside of your apartment building. You had a shield on your back and a sword in your hands. You heard a scream and you ran in the direction. It was the mother of one of your students. You jumped in front of her with your shield hitting the shadow spider in front of you. “Get out of here.” You yelled, swinging the sword in your hand. You heard her run off but your eyes remained on the creature ahead. The creature charged and you dogged out of the way. You climbed on the car that was parked next to you and jumped, slashing your sword down. The sword implied the creature in the head. It struggled and trashed from side to side, you held on but it flung you off. You rolled to the ground as the spider died. On shaky legs, you stood up and pulled your sword out. But you didn’t have a second to breathe as a small horde of them circled you.
The ground shook around you and the electricity in the air made the hair on your arms stand up as Thor landed next to you. He swung Stormbreaker and it flew through the air, cutting off the heads of the creatures around you. Stormbreaker returned to his owner.
“Lady Y/n,” The God smiled.
“Thor,” you smiled back. “Who did you piss off this time?” You asked. His smile fell.
“Valkyrie asked the same thing,” you laughed and ducked as he sent lightning over your shoulder killing another creature. You spun behind him and killed one. “Speaking of the king, does she know her wife is out here?” He asked. You sighed.
“No,” you said slowly. “How about we keep it a secret.” Another explosion rocked New Asgard. “Thor go, I’ll be fine.”
“I will see you again, Lady Y/n.” The God disappeared in a flash of light.
“See ya, Thor.” You waved and continued on.
*
You would count tonight as a half win. The children of New Asgard were kidnapped by a deranged God Killer which wasn’t ideal. But you did sneak back home without your wife seeing you and you lived to one day tell her the tale. You cleaned your weapons and put them away, cleaned up, and began to cook for Valkyrie’s return. The door opened and slammed shut. “Hi -”
“I can’t believe you,” she cut you off. You turned to face her. She didn’t have any clear sign of injury which you were thankful for. “I can’t believe you ignored a direct order from your king.” You bit your tongue. You wanted her to get everything off her chest. “Then you asked Thor to cover for you. Do you realize how dangerous it was to be out there?” You didn’t respond and returned around to finish the sandwich you were making.
“Thor told you I’m guessing.” You said, placing the finished sandwich down in front of her. She glanced at the food but didn’t take it.
“No. It was the mother you saved. She wanted me to thank you.” She sighed, sitting down at the table. “Thor actually tried to cover for you which I had a very stern talk to him about.” She angrily bit into the sandwich. “I’m so mad at you. You could have died and I couldn’t have known.”
“But I didn’t.” You were pushing her buttons but the statement left your mouth before you could think about it. She stood up abruptly, slamming her hands on the table.
“I’m your king,” she said. “It is my job to protect you.”
“Cut the shit, Brunnhilde. I was your wife before you got the title of King. So talk to me like your wife and not one of your subjects.” Her jaw clenched as you stared at each other. You sighed, rubbing your hand across your face. “I’m sorry I left and I worried you but I wanted to prove to them,” you pointed out the window. “That I’m more than what they call me behind closed doors. So,” you dropped your hands to the side. “I’m sorry.” Valkyrie was silent as she stared at you. You wondered if you stunned her into silence. But in a quick motion, she made her way to your side of the table and pulled you into a hug. The force of the hug lifted you off the ground. You yelped at the sudden impact but you hugged her back as tight. She set you down on your feet.
“I love you. I love you so much,” she mumbled against your skin.
“I love you too, my love.” You pulled away slightly grabbing onto her face. You kissed her softly.
“I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you tonight, if I failed to protect you as well.” You frowned.
“This isn’t solely on you.”
“I’m king. It’s my duty.” You grabbed her hand and pulled her to the couch. You sat down next to her grabbing both of her hands.
“You’re not alone. You’re not on your own. You’ve got it all but you’ve lost your mind in the sound.” You let go of one of her hands and placed some strands of hair behind her ear. “You will save those kids and reclaim your crown.” She gave you a sad smile.
“What if I fail?” Her voice was so small it broke your heart. You shook your head.
“You won’t because you will do anything for your people.” She was silent for a moment, looking at your connected hands.
“Thor, Jane, and I are going after him. We leave tomorrow morning.” You expected as much. “I need you to stay here.” She brought her lips. “Asgard will need it’s Queen.” She kissed your palms.
“As long as their King comes back to them.” She nodded.
“Always,” she smirked . “Besides you have a sentence to still carry out.” You rolled your eyes and stood up, holding out your hand.
“A King needs their rest.” You pulled your wife to her feet.
“I need to shower first. I’ll meet you there.” You nodded, kissing her before heading off to your room. You didn’t realize how tired you were until your head hit the pillow and the blankets were around you. You must have dozed off because you woke up to the feeling of Valkyrie getting into bed behind you. Her arm wrapped around you and pulled you flush to her front. “Thank you, my love.” She mumbled. Her voice was laced with sleep.
“Anytime.”
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midnight love // valkyrie x fem!reader
a/n: first brunnhilde fic lets gooo!! tbh it’s a tad spicier than what i’m used to cause it’s val ofc + i feel like i did pretty dandy with that but it’s still mainly fluff
summary: a tried valkyrie comes home, you make sure she has a calm, relaxing night
warnings: pure fluff, valkyrie being her usual charming self, slight suggestiveness + like one smut reference it’s not too bad
word count: 1.3k
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It always seemed unclear to you how kings remained so calm while running an entire kingdom. They constantly have things to do and never seem to get a break, even though it looks like they just sit on their throne all high and mighty.
It’s pretty obvious that they get tons of help from others, Valkyrie being no exception. All day everyday she’s super busy with trying to get New Asgard up and going. You constantly see her running around with a group of helpers when you volunteer to help entertain the asgardian children.
Knowing that she’s always up and about, its rare to spend time alone together. You always try to make it calm and easy for her when she comes home to you. Sometimes it’s getting a bath ready for her, even just a simple cup of coffee or tea to let her know you care.
These kind acts definitely don’t go unnoticed as the nights always end the same. Brunnhilde smothering you, covering you in kisses as she has her arms wrapped around you.
You now find yourself waiting for her on the couch like usual, watching some documentary about the earth and it’s beauty that you wanted to watch with her but you don’t mind starting over. You thought it would be a good opportunity to show her the most mesmerizing parts of the earth.
The set up was nice actually. an oversized blanket, big enough for you both to be under and some lit scented candles that went with the fall season. You honestly hope you don’t fall asleep like the many times before while you were waiting for her.
It was around 12 am when you were making yourself a sandwich and heard the door unlock. Valkyrie comes through the door and leans on it out of exhaustion as she closes it. Watching her as she unties her hair and remove her blazer, you chuckle at the fact that she managed to close the door quietly.
“You’re not that good at sneaking in, you know” you quipped then taking a bite of your sandwich.
“Awh im not?” she replies sarcastically, holding your gaze at her with a slight smile as she glides to her desk to put her things down.
Cleaning up around where you made your sandwich, you feel val coming up behind you “Sorry I was late. Wont take long dressing” giving a haste kiss on your temple and another on your cheek as she swiftly goes to the shared room.
After a few minutes, Hilde makes her way towards you with a tired yet loving look on her face, probably thinking about how glad she is to be home. “What are you eating?” she asks as she wraps her arms around you from the side.
“Sandwich” you reply with a not too full mouth.
You offer her a bite, gesturing the sandwich to her. She takes a bite while you turn your body towards her, you start to notice a slight smile form on her face with a hum following.
“Finish it Val, you’re clearly enjoying it” you giggled out as she gives an amused huff through her nose. You guess that she probably didn’t eat much throughout the day.
“Do you want some coffee?” she mumbles while still chewing, already heading towards the coffee maker.
Blocking her from reaching it, you gently put your hands on the front of her shoulders. “No no you relax, I’ll make some.”
“Kjære it’s no problem, really-“ trying to kindly remove your hands from her, she feels you cup her face.
“Hilde.” you say in a softly stern tone. stroking her face, She can’t help but give a soft smile at the sound of her true name as she leans in to your touch.
Taking her hands, you lead her towards the couch and sit her down. She looks up at you and tugs your arms towards her, gradually coming up to reach your face. Naturally expecting a kiss, you come down to her level when she swiftly drags you on her by your waist. Looking down you realize your straddling her lap, feeling her embrace you and nuzzling her head in your neck with both of her arms on your waist.
You cradle her as you relish the moment, noticing that she’s leaving light pecks on your neck. The feeling always tickled you even though you enjoyed it. “If you wanted to kiss me so bad then come up from there” you murmur.
Valkyrie nips your neck before coming up to meet your “You know it feels better when I kiss you there, besides, you smell so lovely” she says with that sultry voice of hers while she slightly raises your sweater, putting her hand under it to rub your skin. She scans your face admiring the features she gets to see every day before leaning in and kissing you dearly. You shrug down into the kiss to make it easier but instead she adjusts you further up by your thighs and makes herself rise to you.
Smiling and giggling into the kiss, you lightly drag your fingertips along the nape of her neck. Val pulls away a little, slightly tugging your lips before letting go completely. Both of you catching your breath before you try to go back in for more when she politely stops you.
“While I adore seeing you on me like this my love, I think I’d rather lay down” she says almost sensually but failing to keep up the act by letting out a little snicker.
“Come lay down then darling” you say. Coming off of her, you laid yourself comfortably on the end of the couch and start to arrange the blanket.
Valkyrie comes crawling to you and settles between your legs, her front parallel to yours. “Hello darling” she says, looking up at you with a sleepy grin. “Hello to you to, your majesty” you reply, smiling back and draping the warm blanket over her.
Brunnhilde lays her head back down on your chest, facing the tv to watch what’s been playing. It’s not every day where she gets to let her guard down so she definitely takes the time to cherish these moments, especially when she gets to relax to the sound of your heartbeat. You love seeing her so tranquil, that she’s able to not worry about anything just for a few hours.
You start stroking her head, weaving your fingers through her hair with each graze. Looking down you see her eyes drooping, you can tell she’s enjoying is as she tries to fight her weariness. “Go to sleep” you tell her with a chuckle. “No, I’m not turning in so quickly this time” she huffs as she shifts in her place, her back now on you.
Looking up at you she gives a dreamy sigh. “You’re always so good to me, I sometimes forget to thank you for all this” she says quietly, making sure you really hear the appreciation in her voice.
“You do, it’s just usually physical” you tease. She laughs in agreement, remembering how some nights would end with the two of you passionately intertwined. You bend down to kiss her forehead, letting your lips linger. “Please go to sleep Hilde, you look extremely tired” you whisper against her forehead while rubbing her temples.
The feeling itself has her wanting to give in to her drowsiness and to just fall asleep already. “Fine. Only cause you finally said please. Give me your arms.” she says sluggishly. “Whatever happened to please?” you ask sarcastically.
Grabbing your hands herself, Valkyrie lays them on her and entwines them with hers. “You get some rest now too dear, sleep with me” she coos, stroking your wrist. “Alright then. good night my love” you tell her as you slowly move your hand up to rest on her shoulder.
“I love you” Val says, softly grabbing your hand and kissing your palm before she interlaces her hand with yours. “I love you too” you reply following with a yawn. Within just a few mere minutes, you both find yourself submitting to your tired states, falling asleep in each other’s embrace.
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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."
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𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟
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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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I really hope we get some good lesbian porn out of Love and Thunder because I am sick of being deprived.
#like there is absolutely NO hela x valkyrie ANYWHERE#like yes good that she is bisexual#NOW LEMME FUCKIN SEE IT#I want to see natalie Portman and Tessa Thompson kiss#and I truly feel like I deserve it#natalie portman#tessa thompson#jane foster#brunnhilde#thor#thor ragnorak#thor love and thunder#love and thunder#lady thor#Taika Watiti#cmon Taika.#you gave them big beefy arms#now USE them in a HOMOSEXUAL WAY#sir I am begging you#please#I haven’t seen Natalie Portman kiss a girl in over ten years 😔#cate blanchett#chris hemsworth
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If any of y’all have Valki fic recs please let em fly!!!
#a NEED i’m in such a mood for them#valki#valkyrie#loki#loki laufeyson#loki odinson#brunnhilde#loki x valkyrie#k chats#sabrina if you see this please know you started the spiral 🤡❤️
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Treacherous
Valkyrie x Fem!Reader
A Torn up Masterpiece
Warnings: Naive R/Fuckboy King V, Summer Fling, heartbroken R.
Smut: King (V), Princess (R), Thigh Riding (R), Oral/Fingering allusion (R).
18 + | Minors DNI
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Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don't touch.—And I'll do anything you say if you say it with your hands, and I'd be smart to walk away, but you're quicksand...
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One moment you’re entering the hall of the charity gala to rebuild Asgard, wearing a two piece suit that deliciously pushed your breasts over the edge, accentuated your ass, and left your midriff bare. Then the next you’re being pulled from the dance floor to come face to face with the woman you’ve been sleeping with.
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“Princess.,” you smiled softly., “What have I told you about dressing more modestly?,” you pouted instantly., “But, I just wanted to look good for you My King.,” you innocently said, but the glint in your eyes spoke of deviance.
Valkyrie swiveled your bodies around until she could press your body into the cold wall., “Oh, princess you look absolutely delectable.,” she whispered before leaning in to capture your lips., “So much so that now I am neglecting my duties so that I can ravish you as you deserve.”
"Fuck.," you breathily whispered as Valkyrie slipped her thigh in between your parted legs., "That's right princess, use your Kings thigh to get off.," she chuckled as you whined pitifully., "Don't whine now, or you'll remain empty."
Valkyrie's face was smug as your whimpering was now derived from the pleasure you were getting from her muscular leg pressed against your bare cunt., "There you go princess, let me hear how good you feel.," she hotly demanded.
Strong hands held you by your hips, and as your movements grew sloppier she took over., "Such a messy thing you are.,” she chuckled, and your body shivered when her hot breaths smoothed across your skin as her lips found purchase against the column of your throat. With your head thrown back like this it was easy to leave her mark behind, and your loud moans in response to her suckling were her sign that you loved her falsely claiming you.
“My King, I-I need.,” Valkyrie flexed her thigh., “Let go for me princess.,” and just like that your hips momentarily stilled before your body began to convulse from the immense pleasure., “You’re so beautiful when you come undone like this for me honey.,” her lips pressed into yours, she continued to guide you through the after effects of your orgasm while swallowing your every moan until you were breathless.
Once you’d looked to her with a relaxed, yet dopey smile she’d smirked right back., “I don’t know about you princess, but I’m famished.,” you went to agree, and offer to help collect her a plate of food from the gala, but she swiftly dropped to her knees, the words dying on your tongue when she looked up at you with a deep hunger in her eyes., “Such a pretty pussy.”
“Now this is a meal fit for a King.,” she teases while tossing your leg over her shoulder and you whimpered as she leaned in closer to your glistening cunt and blew cold air against your sensitive folds., “I’m going to devour you.”
Gluttony was truly synonymous with royalty, because the betrothed woman remained true to her words as she used her masterful tongue and dexterous fingers to fuck you to sleep…
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This path is reckless...
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The dance you found yourself entangled in with the King of New Asgard was dangerous, but the exhilaration was far too alluring to stop. Every red flag waving before you was ignored, your naive heart leading you astray, and as the Summer progressed the occurrences only became more frequent. To you it was a budding relationship, but to the King it was an already established fling, because affairs of the heart were not something she would engage in.
The woman was a valiant warrior to many, even to you at times, but in the bedroom she was uncharacteristically tender, and maybe that’s where your heart misinterpreted things. Her words were stern whenever she’d remind you of the nature of your affairs, but then as she held your body down, bringing you nothing but flashes of white hot bliss, she was so soft.
Her plump lips, her caresses, and her words always left your heart aching for a permanence. Something she herself recklessly whispered in the heat of the moment, it was unfair to make such promises, but she couldn’t help herself. Every single time—without fail, you’d believe her, it was easy to do when she’d gently clean you up, and cuddle you close after each session.
Then the illusion would fade as she clambered out of your bed, and slipped back into her garb.
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All we are is skin and bone; trained to get along—Forever going with the flow, but you're friction
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"Valkyrie...," the woman hummed as she turned to face you, her hand already on the doorknob., "Please, don't go. Stay the night."
The warrior smiled at you, the gesture worth a thousand, heartbreaking words, and your body crumpled into the mattress as she left without so much as an 'I can't.' You knew what this was when you started it, but deep down inside of you there was this childlike hope telling you that when she 'made love' to you in her tender ways that it always meant more than it did.
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This slope is treacherous... and I, I, I like it
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Valkyrie was an addiction you surely couldn't get enough of, because no matter how many times she left you heartbroken you'd always come crawling back to her for more. Anything she had to offer was greedily appreciated; those long bony fingers of hers that reached depths you'd never imagined anyone finding. Her mouth that did wonders on you every time it ventured to your lower lips, urging your body into a never ending state of blinding bliss, just to recapture your upper swollen pair in a steamy make out afterwards that left you dizzy.
Valkyrie set your heart, and body ablaze in ways you’d honestly never experienced before.
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Two headlights shine through the sleepless night, and I will get you, and get you alone
Your name has echoed through my mind
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The more you thought about her, the more the urge to seek her out became apparent. Up until now she'd always be the one to come to you, when she needed to blow off steam, or if she saw you at an event in something she deemed worthy of removing. It'd been an entire week since she last left you alone in your bed, but that time came with unwelcome whispers of permanence., "This is it for us princess."
Except, she'd sounded so unsure, as if cutting this off wasn't what she wanted at all, and that's what you were clinging to as you drove to her headquarters with reckless abandon.
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This daydream is dangerous;
This hope is treacherous.
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However, her lack of correspondence should've been enough to deter you from fighting for something destined to end. If it had been maybe you wouldn't be on the verge of tears as you watch the woman escorting another into her office. A veiny hand on her lower back as she whispers something to make her giggle, and you nearly vomit when she looks at you.
Deja vu, that's what this is, because only just a few months back, as the Summer heat had began to set in she'd done this with you.
There was a flash of something in her eyes, but it was gone before you could place it, maybe it was remorse, but then she smirked, and your heart shattered as the door to her office closed with a subsequent thud, and a wanton moan.
All the deceptive warmth you felt earlier faded as you walked back to your car, the wind was harsher than before, and leaves fell before you. Autumn was here, the painful chill seeping into your every bone a telltale sign, perfectly timed you think. It was tauntingly reminiscent of the one that was now encasing your naive heart.
As you drove away, occasionally wiping the tears from your cheeks you hoped that feelings would fade just as fast as the seasons change...
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This slope is treacherous
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Discipline
Pairing: Brunnhilde + Jane Foster x female reader (no other specifications)
Word Count: 920 words
Outline: What happens when Jane and Brunnhilde return to their chambers only to find you with your fingers buried deep inside you?
Warnings: sub/dom dynamics, power play, face sitting, finger fucking, overstimulation, pet names, objectification, scissoring, not beta read, if I missed anything lmk, my brain is a little mush lately!
Author’s Note: I felt like some smut for these wonderful ladies in honor of thor's release today, lemme know what you think and if you'd like more!
P.S: dividers by @firefly-graphics // banners by @maysdigitalarts
Main Masterlist ・❥・Valkyrie Masterlist ・❥・Jane Foster Masterlist
NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT. MINORS DNI.
"Do you think she can handle it?" The black-haired woman asks the other one, worry evident in her voice.
"She's so eager to please she will make sure she will." The blonde hair winks at her and presses your legs down towards the mattress. In response, you huff and squirm trying to move your legs away but Brunnhilde only slaps them apart.
"Don’t disrespect your king.” She warns you and scoffs.
“Be a good girl for us, come on. You are the one who wanted this anyway," Jane reminds you, her fingers brushing against your thighs softly. All you can do is whine again spreading your legs apart of your own volition, and sitting prettily waiting for whatever was next.
"Please…" you mewl squirming your legs trying to close them but Jane held them tightly. Her big muscles shone brightly against the night light.
"Is too much. " You shout and your whole body shakes to the rhythm of your fifth orgasm. Was an hour ago when they had pinned you down for disobeying them. But it wasn't your fault they were away so much on business and whatnots. What were you supposed to do when your pussy ached so? You needed some release and they walked inside the chambers battle clad in just the right moment to torture you and thus the punishment began.
Jane and Brunnhilde were co-ruling Asgard together and they had been together for some time. Yet one fateful night, one night that truly felt like any else, you didn't expect them to show interest in you, just another humble maid. One beckoning stare from Jane and another from Brunnhilde and there you were their new shiny toy. That was six months ago now you were on their bed, naked as the day of light and crying from too much pleasure.
"If you wanted to cum so bad what else is there for us to do than to make sure you won't stop cumming, huh?"
“We only want to please you, sweet one, what else can we do? Look at how eager your poor pussy is. I don’t think she is even close to enough yet.”
“Think after this we bound to teach her some manners or bet yet tie up her legs and never let her cum again without us. What do you think, baby?”
“That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.” Jane beams at her wife and looks at you with a darkened stare. You moan again, your clit now oversensitive as you watched Brunnhilde proceeding to remove her armor. Without further ado, she lands her pussy on yours and begins wildly riding you.
"You're nothing but my sex pet, pretty one, did you really think you're even allowed to make your own decisions? No, you thought wrong. Time for you to do whatever I tell you to do."
Jane lets go of your legs and as if they have an unspoken agreement she removes her clothes as well and proceeds to sit on your face, her body facing Brunnhilde's. The sound of them loudly making out moaning at your touches while you were struggling to lick Jane made you even hornier. Tonight you'd truly learn just how much you could take. A glance at the golden mirror next to the bed held the most perfect picture for you. You are perfectly planted by your two lovers holding on to one another. Breasts brushed over each other as they used and worked your body to their pleasure. You were nothing but their pet and you were very glad to be so.
"Harder!" Jane yells at Valkyrie and all she does is drill your body to the mattress riding you with incredible ferocity. Is clear who was calling the shots but this was only evident inside the confidence of these royal champers. Outside, they were both vicious strick co-rulers. Brunnhilde extends an arm to Jane's pussy rubbing her feverishly, a favor Brunnhilde returns immediately. While the blonde woman was riding your face the way she needed you to not giving you a lot of space to breathe. They loved using you, working your body as if it was nothing but a toy and nothing more than a golden coveted object. It was everything you ever wanted and more. You spend your days and nights close to their chambers or on the rare ocassion bound to their tents when they went on a trip.
They had a pact that they would always cum together which you found endearing. You found out about this deal early on, and it surprisingly warmed your heart. Jane is the one to cum first as per usual which only makes Brunnhilde break out into a thunderous moan screaming and crying out her name. They loved repeating each other names like that, moaning and screaming as if to establish dominance over one another.
Satisfied in their pleasure they both use your body for as long as they need to.
“Time for a snack.” The black-haired woman says happily and points to you which makes the blonde woman nod positively in response.
They crush their lips against each other, hungrily kissing until they both kneel in front of your pussy and together start assaulting you with their tongues making you cum once again. You should have known you would have been the snack yet sometimes your brain got really hazy cause of them.
If all punishments ended up like this maybe you'd be naughty more often.
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Hello! “Plots Please”
⤏ send me “plots please” for, well, plots || @valkxrie || always accepting.
Not of these are good, well thought-out ideas. I’m sorry.
From my canon: Khan is dead. Or-- he will be soon. He’s sacrificed everything for the taste of vengeance and for the freedom of his people. It’s either a torpedo blast from the USS Enterprise on Qo’nos or a spear-like piece of steel impaling him from an intentional crash into Starfleet Headquarters. The details don’t matter, only that he is constantly in battle and dying a bloody, glorified death doesn’t bring him to Rasatala, doesn’t equate in samsara-- a Valkyrie’s welcome is the least of his expectations. tl;dr: Khan dying/almost dying in violent, gloried death attracts Valkyries? Space Viking shenanigans?
Star Trek canon part 2: Instead of dying, Khan manages to escape with the dreadnought he’d built: The Vengeance. Off into unknown space to recuperate, wherein he meets Brunnhilde? Maybe she’s been around so long she’s checking out space, maybe she thinks the Vengeance would be a cool neo-chariot for Freya (needs more cats though), maybe it’s maybelline??
GoW/Old Norse verse: Another verse I have for Khan is wherein he’s an álfr cast from Alfheim and is further punished by the requirement of aiding the dead until they are able to pass through Hel’s gate. What if. What if she's arrives to take a soul-- but he's there too because the soul doesn't want to go. Just a start of a conflict, maybe? Or jerk elf Khan taking out his ire on a Valkyrie, who I’m guessing won’t take his sass.
Marvel: Khan hates hydra. To say it’s personal would be an understatement. He’s been awake since the 80s, taking out small factions singlehandedly. But that just won’t do anymore-- no, he needs to be able to take out the heart. Raiding bases has resulted in the accumulation of artifacts, particularly those of the occult. Say he finds a summoning ritual (or w/e) to attempt to harness the powers of. Well. A Valkyrie! I’m all for this working to summon her, but not binding her, or anything really. Maybe he can plead his case? Maybe they’re sort of bound to one another??
#valkxrie#x: still asleep (ooc.)#i hope a least one of these works haha#and brb-- following you with my muses because there are so many i could toss at brunnhilde!#and i saw that you liked my verse roulette call so that'll be posting from my queue!
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Hello author its me the on who requested the Love after death in both part and the others... I finally have courage to reveal muself and no longer anonymous.
First of all before i request another one (sorry for being greedy) i wanted to thank you for responding to my requests especially the angsty ones, you never failed me to give a comfort and motivation, i cannot thank you enough for that.
And now for my request if you remember my other request about ei reader x ror characters that you can't write due to being unfamiliar to the character?
I will ask you instead to write a ror x demi godess freader. She commonly use a weapon like lu bu when fighting but once her weapon breaks or she found a very strong opponent she use her katana. She summon it like in the gif in below.
Now the fun part is how would the ror charcters react? Would they ended up having a nosebleeds, ended up shy or tease them?
Gods
Thor
Poseidon
Shiva
Rudra
Budhha
Zero
Beelzebub
Loki
Ares
Hermes
Aphrodite
Humans
Kojiro
Adam (platonic)
Hercules
Jack
Lu bu and chen gong
Raiden
Qin shu huang
You can choose who to write because i know there is a lot of them😅😅😅😅
Ahh~ my sweet love, your angsty requests have been so much fun to write! I don’t mind you asking for another, you’re not being greedy, I’m just happy that you are patient while I write all these requests plus my own original works.
I do have one question however….
Why in the world does she have a sword between her titties?! I actually looked this up and watched the scene where she does this, and I’m just flabbergasted that she had it there!
-As a demi-goddess, you had the choice of fighting for either side, as both Zeus and Brunnhilde had approached you to fight, both knowing your skills as a fighter.
-You were initially going to refuse both of them, but after Zeus tried to command you, while Brunnhilde asked you, you chose to fight for humanity, not liking being commanded to do anything, something Zeus regrets as he lost a good fighter because he was so pushy with you!!
-Your opponent was strong, which excited you, as that meant you didn’t have to hold back!
-You swung your halberd with ease, and your opponent, Kand, a minor earth god, managed to snap the blade clean off, breaking your halberd.
-The other fighters and the audience in attendance called out in worry for you, as they didn’t want to lose someone like you, beautiful, powerful, and smart, you really were the whole package.
-Kand laughed at you, pointing a finger at you while he held his belly, “Can you still fight me Y/N?! Now that I’ve broken your only weapon!!”
-You glared and brought your hands up to your chest, “Who said that was my only weapon?”
-What could only be described as a black hole, opened at the top of your chest, on your cleavage, as you tilted your head back.
-A sword began to emerge from the black hole, glowing brightly as your hand lifted to the handle.
-Your eyes snapped open, glowing with power as you pulled out a beautiful katana from the magic black hole between your breasts, clutching it as the light faded.
-Kand was gawking, pointing rudely as his eyes were wide, “Where the heck did that come from?!”
-You charged at him, fast enough that it looked like you disappeared, before reappearing behind him as he fell, his head rolling off his shoulders.
-You pouted lightly, “It’s rude to ask a lady questions like that.”
-The crowds went wild, roaring loudly.
-Thor- Was stunned on how quickly the match ended, able to see that your katana was your true weapon, you were good with the halberd, but there was something natural about you holding a sword. He blinked once or twice, confused on how you were hiding that sword.
-Poseidon- Eyes widened only just slightly before relaxing as he watched you pull your sword out, before his amusement grew with how easily you took care of that weaker, cocky god. It made him curious about how strong you actually were.
-Shiva- Immediately turned to his wives, who were cheering for you, “Can you really hide stuff in your chest like that?” they just giggled, like they had a secret as Parvati spoke, “That’s a woman only secret~” but all three were impressed with your skills.
-Rudra- Eyes went wide when your halberd broke, but when the sword started to emerge from your chest, his jaw dropped, mouth hanging open before you pulled that out, completely stunned on where you got that sword!
-Buddha- Smirked, moving his lollipop to the other side of his mouth, finding it alluring and could instantly tell that your sword was your true weapon as you ended the fight so quickly after pulling it out. Then had to ruffle Zerofuku’s hair after the boy asked him if he had anything like that between his chest.
-Zerofuku- Was confused as to why you had a sword between your chest. He looked up at Buddha who had a big chest, wondering if he had anything between his own which got his hair ruffled by the taller god.
-Beelzebub- Was more intrigued with the magic that appeared there first, curious as to what it was. Froze, eyes wide when he saw you pulling the sword from your body, unable to look away.
-Loki- Looking disrespectfully, gawking with his tongue lolled out, full blush on his face as he could only gawk in awe. He wanted to get a closer look~
-Zeus- Cheering loudly, leading the charge of the cheers of the arena. He had never seen anything like it and he was so excited!!
-Ares- His whole head was bright red, staring shamelessly, blood dripping from his nose as he couldn’t believe what he just watched, gripping the arms of the chair tightly.
-Hermes- Amused by Ares’ reaction just a bit more, but was stunned with the magic that you used and even more so when he saw how big the actual sword was.
-Aphrodite- Giggled softly, hiding her mouth behind her hand, amused to see the reactions of others, but as a large chested woman herself, she knew well that any woman could hide things between or under her boobs, like knives~
-Hercules- Lifted a hand to his face to hide his blush, embarrassed to stare at you in such a way, but couldn’t take his eyes off of you, especially when you handled your opponent so easily.
-Kojiro- His face was bright red, watching you pull that from your chest, but he immediately focused on your form, his eyes widening as he saw you move, being one of a handful that was able to keep up with your moves.
-Jack- Was staring before he started, his cheeks warming as he turned, being a gentleman, not wanting to gawk at a young lady such as yourself in such a way. Was impressed with your skills with the sword however.
-Lu Bu- Could sense the power radiating from you, a feral grin appearing on his lips, wanting to fight you himself. However, he was one of the few that wasn’t bothered where you had your sword stashed.
-Chen Gong- Unlike his lord, as soon as you pulled that sword out he flew back, blood spurting from his nose, twitching on the ground. He didn’t even see the end of the fight.
-Raiden- A bright grin on his face as he watched you pull your weapon out, delight on his face as he found it attractive, “What a woman!” cheered loudly with the rest of the crowd.
-Qin Shi Huang- A bright smile on his face as he watched the scene, amazed by the magic that had appeared, wanting to know more about it, but very pleased watching the show.
-Adam- The time from when you pulled your sword out to being announced the winner was only about five seconds, but he was instantly glaring, exerting his pressure to those around him as he glared at them, ready to throw hands and lay waste to those who would say anything impure about his precious daughter!!
#record of ragnarok#ror x reader#ror thor#ror poseidon#ror shiva#ror rudra#ror buddha#ror zerofuku#ror beelzebub#ror loki#ror zeus#ror ares#ror hermes#ror aphrodite#ror sasaki kojiro#ror heracles#ror jack the ripper#ror lu bu#ror chen gong#ror raiden#ror qin shi huang#ror adam
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Hi I was wondering if I could request Valkyrie x reader, we’re reader tries to hide an injury but valk finds out anyway
her patchwork // valkyrie x fem!reader
a/n: this fic is based during the events of thor love and thunder, when gorr first attacked to be specific :) also i based the reader’s time in sakaar, power+weapon off of lucille (my mcu insert) but this isn’t an oc fic i swear;;
summary: injured during the attack on new asgard, you feel it’s better off to hide your wounds and treat it yourself rather than make a big deal about it. an insistent king begs to differ.
warnings: wound + blood mention, lots of fluff and banter, nurse val bc she gets me weak in the knees
word count: 2k bruh
Fire, smoke and panic.
It’s what filled your head as you tried to process the attack that just happened upon New Asgard.
“Are you alright? Is everyone okay?” you asked aloud in alarm. You help someone up from the ground and grab your whip along the way. Rising up, all you hear is murmurs about how ruined the new village looks.
You feel a sharp pain on your side, taking a look you notice a small slash that’s still fairly new and bleeding. You’re not sure exactly when you got it, you didn’t really feel anything as you were full of adrenaline during battle. Putting some pressure on it, you examine other places on your body to see for more injuries, which was only a few cuts on one of your arms.
You look up and see Valkyrie announcing something in the distance you can’t quite make out, though it regards to staying strong and assistance on village clean up. She scans the crowd hoping to catch a glimpse of you, for a sign that you're alive and okay.
Valkyrie sees you cover something on yourself in the distance, briefly making eye contact with her before portaling away. She assumes you went to the town hall and decides to head there as well.
While Valkyrie takes off on Warsong, you choose to head back home to tend your wounds, hoping she won’t notice your absence.
Entering the shared home, you grab some first aid supplies and head straight to the bedroom. You toss your whip on the bed before going in and turning on the light in the bathroom.
You take a look in the mirror and you’re completely disheveled, spotted with a mix of dirt and a little blood. Never in your life you would’ve thought that taking off a shirt would be painful.
Taking a rag and wetting it, you start to dab on the cuts and make your way around the slightly bigger slash, wincing in the process.
After the meeting, Valkyrie comes in the house a little panicked since she didn’t see you in the town hall. “Kjære are you home?” she loudly asks.
Making her way to the room it’s completely dark, the only light coming from the closed bathroom.She grabs hold of the small knife in her pocket as a precaution as she slowly opens the door.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, seeing you mid-dabbing around the wound in your sports bra along with your shirt hung on the sink. You quickly stop what your doing and grab your shirt to cover your wound.
Staring at her blankly for a few seconds, and unable to think of a lie “Nothing! It’s okay, don’t worry about it.” you tell her as you slowly close the door on her.
You lean back against the sink hoping she bought it in some crazy way as you hear her sigh from the other side.
“I’m coming in.” Val opens the door to you leaning on the sink and still covering the small wound with your shirt.
“I didn’t see you at the meeting. Why didn’t you go to the infirmary?” she asks firmly but genuinely.
“Didn’t think of it. Let’s go there now.” you reply quickly, rushing past her with your shirt still in one arm.
With quick thinking, she grabs your whip from the bed and flings it towards your forearm, wrapping around it delicately.
You weren’t even halfway to the bedroom door when you were pulled by your own weapon. Gliding towards the Asgardian king, your bodies flushed together.
“Ow.” you say in a genuine tone with a dash of sarcasm. While you were trying to make fun of the situation, the fast movement did make your wound a little more painful.
“Sorry, but there’s absolutely no chance I’m letting my most precious perle leave this house like that.” Val chuckles out. Softly letting your arm free of your weapon, she slightly lifts it and absolutely gushes from how your hand fits perfectly with hers.
“Here, lemme take a look at you.” Valkyrie uses her other hand to lift and cup your face, letting her see for any more smaller injuries. Ever the protector your Valkyrie.
Her eyes were like stars to you, always wanting to gaze at them as they shine. You see a small shade of red form on her cheeks from your eyes resting on her face. You love how she gets all gentle and worked up when it comes to you, though a concern of yours is that it may put her in danger one day.
“How is it you keep hiding yourself when you’re in this state? I’ll find and treat you regardless.” she tells you while rubbing some blood from a cut on your lips, making it turn into a lovesick smile.
“Well I did the same on Sakaar and I didn’t see you rush to my aid until you got all soft for me” you tease.
“And with someone giving me that mindset for two years, it kinda stuck with me”
“You’ll never let that go will you?” she chuckles, releasing you from her embrace.
“Sit down, let me help you.” she tells you while she gets the supplies you brought to fix you up.
“Hey it’s no big deal, I can do it by myself quickly and we can get back out there just as fast.” you say, backing up from her a bit.
“Again with this? You realize that eventually you can’t do everything by yourself, especially when you’re hurt. Plus, the more you bicker the faster that wound of yours can get infected” she scoffs out at you.
Valkyrie finds you a small space from her, staring at her hands full of the supplies. There’s obviously no use of arguing about it, you just have to keep reminding yourself that moments like this will happen. Because of the genuine kindness and caring acts you showed her on Sakaar, it showed Valkyrie that she’s able to move on and care for others again, when it involves you at least.
There’s a crazed god butcher on the loose, fighting about this, about cleaning some wounds is just making him go closer to completing his plan.
She sighs as she puts everything on the nightstand, grabbing your hands and leading you towards the bed for you both to finally sit. “Listen, I could just let this get infected and that would suck for you wouldn’t it?”
You look up at her confused of how blunt she was in her words, then realizing she’s messing with you after a few seconds.
“I don’t want us to fight about this okay?” you notice that her tone in the end made her words into her plea.
“The same way you fawn over me when I’m hurt, you should let me be the same way to you. I need my special girl intact and strong. If it helps you be out at ease, getting everything ready to go will take a few hours so this won’t take long.”
You feel her thumb rubbing the back of your hand and you sigh in defeat as you both knew that the action would make you give in.
“Fine, do what you will to patch me up doctor- or your majesty” you tell her as you move your arm away so that she has a clear area to work on.
“Oh now she’s speaking to me and funny one-liners too?” she quips, reaching for the supplies next to her.
You rolled your eyes at her witty response, “I thought they were always funny!” you tell her, the both of you already leaving the argument behind.
Placing the first aid stuff between the two of you, she starts on the the more important wound on your torso. Continuing where you left off, she finishes cleaning around the wound then puts an antibiotic cream, flinching every time you wince.
You shift your weight to your arms and lean back, watching her work her own magic. Valkyrie looks up at you every so often to see that you’re watching her with admiration as she fixes you up, her cheeks again turning a lovely, light shade of red.
“Before you say anything, yes I was careful this time.” you softly say, breaking the silence.
She laughs as she places an adhesive pad big enough to cover your slash “Actually I was planning to go on about how you should’ve stayed by me but I guess that puts me at ease as well.”
Valkyrie lifts up her head and double checks if the pad is on correctly, softly pressing her fingers on all corners. “It should take a while to heal which is pretty obvious. Alright now for you arm, giv’it here.” she says, her soft and quiet tone making her voice slightly raspy.
Your arms aren’t as bad, she inspects your cuts and starts to trace random patterns around them. “You’re just littered with bruises and cuts, how come you got more than me?” she asks.
“Are we turning the amount of injuries we get into a competition now?” answering her question with another, moving one of her braids from her face and placing it behind her ear.
“No of course not, you just look like you’ve fought in more battles than me that’s all. Just trying to make it aware which one of us fought more” she kids, going again for the antibiotic cream to apply it on the smaller cuts, making you wince.
“Yeah, it doesn’t sound like a competition at all.” your attention goes back to watching Valkyrie grabbing a bandage wrap to cover the injured area.
“Oh hush it did not sting that much.” she says as she’s wrapping your arm.
“I know this may seem a bit excessive but it’ll help trust me.” she tells you endearingly, making sure it’s wrapped securely. Valkyrie looks up back at you seeing you looking over her patchwork.
She lifts up your face towards hers once more to place a butterfly strip across a singular cut around your brow, you don’t have enough willpower to not stare at her as she does so.
“I do trust you, you know that Val” is all that comes out from your lovesick mouth, caused by the closeness of your faces.
“Alright min kjære we’re done” she says, rubbing your chin. She raises your hand again to kiss your covered palm.
Using this to your advantage, you decided that it was your turn to lift up her face. Fervently kissing her, you try to pour in the same amount of care and affection as she did as she took care of you.
Both of you pulling away, you hope that it showed how much you appreciated what she did for you. Valkyrie seems to have gotten the message as she leaves her forehead pressed against yours to cherish the moment.
She gives a love struck sigh “If we weren’t about to ride away on Thor’s janky bifrost, I’d definitely want to stay in with you.”
“I completely forgot about that. We have to go out and help them now Val” you say in disbelief, somewhat ashamed that you forgot about the children Gorr took.
“Don’t worry love, there’s still plenty to do before we leave.” Val tells you as she picks up the used first aid supplies and puts it away.
You get up from the bed and try to put on your suit without having the bandage pad on your side lift up. Grabbing your whip, you shake off the pain and walk to the door, waiting for Valkyrie to get ready.
She comes up to you after a few minutes already in her armor and grabs your hand as you both make you way out of the house. Valkyrie feels you softly squeeze her hand followed by your thumb rubbing on it. She gently squeezes it back as you felt the acknowledgment in that small yet meaningful gesture.
Valkyrie is acutely aware of how much you really love and care for her and you know she feels the same, you don’t know how it can be any better sharing your life with her. Walking towards the modified ship, the both of you are oblivious to what’s coming as you face Gorr head on but knowing you’ll stay at each other’s side no matter what.
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relationship: athelstan x alethia stahl (oc) | summary: alethia wanted to go home, to return to her family. instead, she finds herself in ninth-century england. not speaking the language, and still processing the grief of her other life, she searches for an anchor - athelstan. | tags: angst, fluff, timetravel
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No romantic relationships // character x character
Queendom - relationship: Lagertha x Aslaug | summary: They’ve both loved and they’ve both lost. Perhaps it was time that their hearts warmed again. | tags: angst, fluff
The Lothbroks, aka, the European version of the Kardashians - relationships: none | summary: When Barbie Murray time travels, she finds out that pink isn’t available in Viking times. Luckily, her new besties all understand that boobs are the best and slay (literally?!) with her. | tags: crack, fluff, timetravel
I may be a bimbo, but I’m not stupid - relationships: slight oc/ oc | summary: Ivar kills Sigurd in a fit of rage, but Barbie isn't so quick to forgive cruelness. | tags: angst, crack, timetravel
1st gen Vikings
Strange Woman relationship: Rollo x timetraveler!reader | summary: The woman that appeared out of nowhere could be oh so dangerous, but even a stupid man would know that she was fascinating. | tags: fluff, timetravel
Friend of Thor - relationship: rollo x timetraveler!asgardian!reader | summary: The reader, a fellow Asgardian and friend of Thor and the new King of Asgard, Brunnhilde, falls through worlds as the new guardian of the Bifrost tampers with the magic. | tags: crack, fluff, timetravel
And the Gods wished they were me - relationship: Judith x viking!gn!reader | summary: Judith knows she should not mourn Athelstan. Nor should she even look at Norse heathens. She does both anyway, because Judith was named after a woman that had only rage and death, and she cannot escape her fate. | tags: angst, fluff
Ubbe Ragnarsson
Another day / part 2 - relationship: Ubbe x reader | prompt: we live to fight another day. | tags: angst
Oldest - relationship: Ubbe x timetraveler!reader; platonic!Ivar x reader | summary: It seems that few things change about being the oldest sibling, no matter which place – or time | tags: fluff, timetravel, slight angst
Yggdrasil relationship: Ubbe x reader; platonic!Ivar x reader; dad!Harald x reader | summary: How can you tell your father what happened to you when he’d done it to so many others. | tags: angst, dark/gory
Hvitserk 'Whiteshirt' Ragnarsson
Hvitserksdottir - relationship: Hvitserk x reader | prompt: “I think we need to talk about the fact that I’m in love with you and also that I’m pregnant.” | tags: angst, fluff
Floki’s Cabin - relationship: Hvitserk x reader | prompt: “Just trust me. Please. | tags: angst
Searching Home / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 - relationships: Hvitserk x reader; Ivar x reader | summary: When you stumble upon the ancient Spanish city of Algeciras, it takes you some time to realize that you’ve traveled through time. While that is terrible luck, a merchant couple takes you in. But your peace only lasts so long. | tags: angst, fluff, dark/gory, timetravel
Neither - relationship: genderfluid!reader x Hvitserk | Summary: Hvitserk finds out about genderfluidity and accepts he might not be completely straight | tags: fluff, timetravel
Law of conservation - relationship: Hvitserk x reader | summary: You’ve been working as a tutor at your high school for about a year now. When your parents throw a barbecue party for your new neighbors, their mother Aslaug asks you to tutor her son Hvitserk, who is already a notorious flirt at his school. | tags: fluff
Sandcastles - relationship: platonic!hvitserk x timetraveler!reader | summary: reader builds sandcastles, Ivar doesn’t get it and Hvitserk loves the idea of it | tags: fluff, timetravel
When in Bali... - relationships: hvitserk x reader, ivar x freydís, sigurd x oc | summary: You were supposed to go to Bali with your partner for your one-year anniversary. Instead, you’re there alone, heartbroken. Will reuniting with a friend you know from a summer vacation in elementary school be able to fix it? | tags: fluff
Ivar 'the Boneless' Ragnarsson
Unholy Matrimony - A Sham in Four Acts / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 - relationship: Ivar x reader | prompt: I’ve learnt to love you. | tags: angst, fluff smut
Insatiable Little Heathens - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: drabble, for all of y’all who wanted more of Unholy Matrimony | tags: fluff
Resolve - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: Ivar’s legs hurt but he’s so fucking thickheaded | tags: fluff
My kind of witch - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: You wake up in an unfamiliar bed. The man with blazing blue eyes fascinates you as soon as you see him and as you realize the struggles he faces every day, your admiration for him grows into something more. | tags: fluff, timetravel
Red - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: Ivar finally meets his match. | tags: smut, dark/gory
Serve - relationship: sub!ivar x buff!reader | summary: Ivar keeps teasing you. You finally have enough and give him a taste of his own medicine | tags: smut
Searching home / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 - relationships: Hvitserk x reader; Ivar x reader | summary: When you stumble upon the ancient Spanish city of Algeciras, it takes you some time to realize that you’ve traveled through time. While that is terrible luck, a merchant couple takes you in. But your peace only lasts so long. | tags: angst, fluff, smut, dark/gory, timetravel
Totally artistic - relationship: ivar x reader | summary: When inspiration hits, you can’t stop it | tags: fluff
Sandcastles - relationship: platonic!hvitserk, ivar x timetraveler!reader | summary: reader builds sandcastles, Ivar doesn’t get it and Hvitserk loves the idea of it | tags: fluff, timetravel
Brother - relationships: ivar x reader, hvitserk & reader, reader & oc | summary: You left your home and your brother behind for a reason. Now, a man is causing trouble at the borders of Kattegat, and as Ivar's queen, you take justice into your own hands. | tags: fluff
Unexpected / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5 - relationship: ivar x thrall!reader | summary: Ivar finally decides to fuck the slave he’s been eyeing for so long, but when his angry side slips out, things take a turn for the wholly unexpected. | tags: smut
Tarot - relationships: ivar x reader, hvitserk & reader | summary: Your day at the fair has been pretty slow – until a client like no other shows up. | tags: fluff
Imagines
How the Vikings would react to an accidental time traveler and a quiz to see if you’d survive: https://uquiz.com/dVXpgW
Ragnarssons (+Gyda): First Kiss
Social Media
How the Vikings would react to guns and snapchat filters
How the Vikings would react to modern dancing
How the Vikings would react to modern music, and what they’d like
How the Vikings would react to modern concepts of astronomy and space
How the Vikings react to modern haircare
Vikings and Astrology
How Vikings would react to THEM timetraveling
Vikings + getting sick
Vikings + Halloween
Vikings + realizing you’re pregnant
Vikings characters + how they'd react to finding Accidental Time Traveler crying somewhere and not knowing why
Vikings + you on your period (+ more hcs about Ivar)
Vikings + Legos
Vikings + reader being much less stressed in their time
Vikings + single mother
Vikings + Gender Neutral Thor
Vikings + modern food
Vikings + touch avoidant cuddler
Vikings + Kids
Vikings + their history
Ragnarssons + being possesive
Vikings + Maleficent/Fae!reader
Vikings + curls and afros
Vikings + sleeping habits
Vikings + contortionist/super flexible reader
Vikings as modern!uni students
Vikings + affectionate drunk!reader
timetraveling!Vikings + modern tv/movies
Vikings + gen z slang
Vikings + curly haired kids
timetraveling!Vikings + Christmas
Vikings + eras other than their own
Vikings + ivar being remembered/famous
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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 8
A Prayer in the Fog | Loki x Reader
A furious Loki requests Val's help in searching for you, but with Asgard's guards so recently depleated he is forced to turn to the Avengers for support. Meanwhile you contend with you captors, all of your captors.
Warnings: 18+, reader has been kidnapped and imprisoned, flashbacks, Loki throwing things around (only sort of a warning), Avenger arguments.
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“What do you mean there’s no sign of her,” Loki shouted, body bending inward with anger, a protection against the burst of magic he released sending a table flying across the room, behind him Brunnhilde’s books were swept from the shelves, swirling in a whirlwind of green magic that consumed its master.
Loki’s first burst of anger had been calculated and controlled, an effort to ease the pressure that was mounting inside of him, screaming at him. But his patience was gone. Objects crashed from the shelves, Brunhilde’s glass trinkets and picture frames smashed into shards on the hardwood floor and cut into the soles of Loki’s shoes as he paced like a caged animal. In one hand his magic shimmered, gold and green, aching to be set free. In the other he grasped his dagger, fingers curling around the handle for comfort.
“Loki, calm down.” Brunhilde put her hands out in front of her, gesturing for Loki to sit again, she moved him backwards until his knees hit the armchair and he fell, slumped and defeated.
He would be sorry in the morning. Loki liked Brunhilde, a simple emotion reserved for so few of his acquaintances. He respected her and he knew he would regret taking out his fury on her home.A curl of ink black hair fell across his forehead and he tipped his head back in exasperation.
“How can I calm down when she is lost? My ásynja was supposed to come back to me, she wouldn’t just leave. She has to be here, she has nowhere else to go!” Loki ran a hand through his hair, already messy from the week he’d spent searching up and down the coastline. “She wouldn’t go anywhere else, she only knows us and those idiotic superfriends.” He fell back again, closing his eyes against the horrible idea that you might have returned to them.
It was an unbearable thought, but one that had crossed his mind, that you had run away to escape him and return to the almost hermetically sealed world of the Avenger’s Compound. He had been so sure you’d hated it there as much as he did, so sure he was doing the right thing by bringing you to the fresh air and freedom of Tonsberg.
When you hadn’t come back to his cottage that night, Loki had gone out looking for you. He’d planned to take you for dinner, perhaps walk along the harbour again and discuss what you’d been able to discover with Brunnhilde. And then he’d imagined taking you back to his home in Tonsberg to show you the spare room he kept, that even if you didn’t want to be with him there’d always be a safe space for you there if you wanted it. He’d imagined you’d be happy there, together, however you wanted. But that was the unbearable thought wasn’t it. That he could ever be happy, ever have something, someone, for himself to hold and cherish and dote upon.
He had even found your bracelet by the harbour, still glinting even without light, magically imbued to always shine for you. But there was no other trace that you’d even existed outside of his desperate, lonely, imagination.
Brunnhilde called in help from the village to search for you, but they had been badly depleted on their journey to Midgard and there were few guards or soldiers left who were skilled enough to help. Those that did join the hunt were mostly the very young or the very old, those that had been protected by the fierce warriors of Asgard.
The only lead Loki had found was that two older members of the village had also disappeared, no one knew them well, only that they were at least as old as Odin himself and twice as reclusive as the volatile king had been. The grouchy men kept to themselves, mumbling in the pub about Asgard’s protection and Odin’s orders, much to the quiet amusement of the younger patrons or, more often, hiding in the small fisherman’s cottage on the wharf. No one had seen their lights on since the night of your disappearance and they were the only villagers to be unaccounted for.
Brunnhilde had sent two of the newer guards to track them in the vain hope that being young and eager would help them. But she’d insisted that Loki remained in the village, you might return at any moment and, more than that, he was volatile in his current state.
Loki had paced the living room, certain he’d wear a hole in the carpet before he dared to rest for a moment. And the two guards had returned, their leads as empty and hollow as Loki’s heart.
“I’ll ask Thor to speak to them, okay?” Brunhilde let her hand fall slowly to Loki’s slumped shoulder and patted him gently, unsure whether his temper was controlled or merely simmering below the surface.
Loki slumped from the chain onto the floor, leaning back against the armchair, his energy drained. Somehow he could feel you still, and it was these sensations that he clung to as he waited for news knowing that if he could feel you, you were alive, even if you weren’t safe.
The sensation had changed that morning, triggering his new bout of fury. You were awake, for the first time since he'd lost you, and there was a fire burning inside of you. He could feel its warmth, but also its rage, white hot and powerful, and he told himself you were fighting back. Soothed himself on the prospect of your anger carrying you through whatever ordeal was being thrown at you. Proud that you were harnessing your magic to escape.
Suddenly the feeling vanished, as if it'd been ripped from him and you were gone. No lucid dreams, not even nightmares. Just darkness.
If you had returned to the Avengers and his reading of your emotions were correct, they would pay dearly.
In the darkness you felt a tiara, nestled on the top of your head, it's intricate, itching weight familiar in your dreams. Your dresses were clean, decorative, but not practical as they were on Asgard. A doll, on display for the court, just as had been ordered. And as you touched your hand to your face, feeling the soft skin beneath, the jewels that encrusted your fingers scratching the sensitive skin, you allowed yourself a tear.
“Stop crying for that pathetic boy” a harsh voice snapped next to you.
“He’s not a boy, he’s a Prince,” images swirled in your mind as you tried to claw back your consciousness. Childish play, stolen kisses, your last week in Asgard and the secret, forbidden acts that you'd indulged in, revelled in, with Loki. Loki. Loki…
You woke up in the dark, hazy slumber grasping around your consciousness and dragging you back. Sleep, wake, dream, suffer. Your hands bound behind your back, ankles bound to your chair legs. You could smell the sea still and see light coming through a high window, it cast a small shadow around you but not quite enough for you to study the details of the room.
You had seen enough documentaries when you were cooped up in the little flat to know that any sensible person wouldn't have allowed you a window at all, even without the powers you had been honing.
There would be a way to send a message though the window and then Loki would save you. You were sure of it. You just had to get free.
“Are you awake Princess?” A croaky voice asked from the darkness. You tested your bonds for the first time. Rope, that was it, simple rope, all you had to do was create enough heat to singe the fibres and pull them off.
They didn’t know what you were capable of now, but then, you thought, you weren’t overly confident either. Playing with fire was not a skill you'd worked on properly, perhaps you could burn the ropes. Perhaps the flames would take you too. The risk was high.
“Yes.” You answered, sharply, shifting imperceptibly so you could attempt to make your hands smaller, slipping them against the ropes in the hope you could break free.
“Good. You know you’re not meant to run Princess.” The old man bowed painfully, his back creaking at the movement, “His Majesty, the Allfather, The King of Asgard, the God of War and Wisdom-” the man coughed and began to straighten, “the God of the Heavens, behold-” he opened his arms towards the door as if expecting Odin to step into the room before looking blankly at the empty space and turning his bleary eyes back to you.
“You know they're all dead, don’t you?” You tipped your head to the side looking for a light source around the crooked figure of the man. A small lantern flickered in the hall outside, you could see the light through the glass at the top of the door. Focusing on the thought of it, warm under your touch, taking in the salty air, eating the oxygen, consuming the wick, it flared giving you a good look at the room.
The man was old, as many of the Asgardians were, but he truly looked it. Wrinkled face half wrapped in cloth, back bent by time and feet hobbled by his dutiful pacing. A gold helmet slipped about on his head, his sunken cheeks no longer supporting the plates, his white hair sticking comically from the edges.
“Pardon, Princess?”
“They're all dead, you fucking idiot. Who gave you these orders, who told you to take me?” You tried to muster as much regal courage and venom as you could, thinking of Loki in his Asgardian leathers, how they made him look impossibly taller, and you channelled that feeling of divine importance into your expression, eyes narrowed at the old man and lips tight.
“His Majesty.” The man insisted.
You rolled your eyes, but if he wanted to play by courtly rules, surely you could too? You thought back to the scant memories you had of the Asgardian palace and the time you spent there. Most of your memories seemed to centre on the gardens, rather than the halls and rooms, perhaps the old man could be persuaded to simply let you leave.
“Would his Majesty mind if I took some air in the gardens?” You offered, fluttering your eyelashes in the most royal way you could muster.
“Come, Princess,” he sighed as if this was a daily discussion, “you know you must stay here-” But he didn’t seem sure. Perfect, you thought, he can be manipulated.
“Ah, as you say - uhm - noble guard of….”
“I have the honour - the honour,” he coughed again, doubled over with the effort, “of being Odin’s personal guard, he has sent me here to collect you, Princess, for protection of course.”
You slipped your hands one last time and felt the rope go slack, blood rushing back to your pinched fingers. You hooked the rope around your fingers, hiding your freedom behind your back.
“For protection? I don’t feel very protected?” You looked pointedly at the ramshackle room.
The old man wagged his finger, “it is not for your protection that we must keep you, Princess. The Allfather says we must protect Asgard.”
The man must be deep in his memories, you thought, to still talk of Asgard in this way. Even you knew that Ragnarok had consumed Asgard months before.
“And what does Prince Loki say?” You needled, hoping he’d slip back into this former version of the world and at least indulge you with some tales of Loki.
“You must not speak to Loki!” The man was angry suddenly, throwing himself forwards into your space, the change in his demeanour frightening. He smelt like musty old blankets and you hated it, wrinkling your nose in disgust and turning your face away.
A few short months ago you might not have noticed, too used to the trapped air of your apartment. But you had become accustomed to a new way of life, not just because of the lavish surroundings of the compound, but also because you knew that Loki would never had allowed this man to get so close to you. The thought of his protection thrummed inside of you, shoring up the knowledge that he would come and rescue you from this awful place.
Your pity waned and bile rose in its place, your nose wrinkled.
Channelling your deepest memories you took a deep breath, “how dare you tell a Princess what to do!” You thundered, the flame in the hall flared again, licking up the wall and sending eerie patches of dark and light flying up the walls.
“I, Your Highness, my apologies.”
The man threw himself at your feet, grovelling and snivelling on the filthy floor and you looked down for the first time. Ignoring the disgusting spectacle before you, you turned your attention to your bare wrist. The bracelet was gone. It felt light as air when you were wearing it, but the loss of it was heavy, your heart sank. What if Loki found it and thought you’d abandoned him?
You contemplated your next move, trying to ignore the continued snivelling of the man at your feet, when the door swung open again.
The man who entered was as old as his friend, hunched and twisted with age and war, his sword dragged along the floor where his scabbard had become lose and his joints compacted.
“What are you doing?” He wheezed, “get up you idiot.”
Instead of climbing to his feet, the man instead crawled to the corner of the room and appeared to fall asleep, slumping forwards into the wall.
“Here, child, food.” A bowl was unceremoniously tossed onto the table, the gruel inside making a sludgy trail up one side of the chipped ceramic before falling back into the bowl.
“How am I meant to eat that? Who’s the idiot now.” You scoffed, keeping your chin up at the haughty angle Loki favoured. Perhaps if you acted the part they would treat you better.
Your second captor gave a sigh and moved behind the chair to loosen your hands, but instead of allowing him you tossed your body back into the chair and knocked him into the solid wall behind you. He made a wet thump as his head connected with the stone and then fell to the floor.
Pushing the ropes from your arms and legs, you freed yourself from the broken chair. Hazy, unseeing eyes attempted to focus on you as you stood, brushing dust and debris from your clothes, but you ignored them, attempting to summon any magic you could to clean your clothes and light your way to freedom.
The old man looked up from his prone position on the floor and gasped in shock, scrambling away from you. His fear, the belief in his eyes that you could hurt him now sparked inside and your magic flooded you.
“Goodbye.” You waved at the two men, confidently striding towards the door playing with the magic between your fingers, flames climbing the walls in the corridor outside as your concealed rage took over, knocking the door from its hinges before you even touched it.
“Not so fast,” a voice growled in the gloom.
From the shadows a young man appeared, his hair was tied back in the newer style favoured by Loki and Thor, and his clothes were similar too, draped and colourful where her other captors wore blacks and greys, the patterns were different though, as too was his accent.
You stopped mid stride, mind reeling.
“Estrid. You must stop using your magic. You’ll draw attention to yourself.” He barked, but it wasn’t unkind. For a moment you were entirely confused, clawing back at your memories to try and find why this person made your mind itch and your eyes burn.
A carriage ride through lush green land, a secret meeting, your mother and another man, so bright you could barely see him, and this guard, watching and waiting, holding the carriage door for you.
Although the memory filled you with warmth, you couldn’t trust him. Hadn’t you experience many memories of Asgard, just for Odin’s men themselves to take you and bind you in that forgotten room.
Your trust was too precious to waste.
“I think you’ll find I do whatever the hell I want these days. If you want to drug me you’ll have to do better than that,” you pointed at the porridge splattering the tiles. Instead you conjured an ice cream, with a chocolate wafer and sprinkles. “I’m going to look at the sea, we are near the sea aren’t we? Enjoy the view for a while until Loki finds me.” You started to the door, licking the strawberry drips as the made there way over the cone and tried your best to ignore the boring eyes of the new guard.
“Stop. Using. Magic. Do you want to draw attention to yourself?” The man followed you, his leather boots thumping along the stone flagged floor and echoing in the dark hallway.
“Yes, obviously. I want to be found.” You rolled your eyes, calling to Loki in your mind.
“You’re a fool. We’ll have to move you again.” He grabbed at your arm but you pulled it back.
“No, you won’t, I’m not being caged anymore, get out of my way,” you fluttered your hands. A fork in the corridor appeared as you strode around the corner, stairs on both sides. “Now which way is out. I’ll make you an ice cream if you tell me?” You offered an attempt at a smile playing on your lips. Once this man had been kind to you, and although you didn’t trust him entirely, he had at least two daggers and a sword at his hip that he hadn’t used. Even when he’d touched your arm he hadn’t hurt you.
“I warned you to stop. Follow me.” The man made a grab for your hand again, but you dodged out of the way and picked a route, but it was blocked. You could see through but couldn’t get further than the first step without coming up against another stone wall. You huffed and your ice cream vanished back into the ether while you tried to figure out a way through.
The man looked at you, snapping sharply, “you’re the one who brought magic into this, let’s go.”
With your escape blocked, you were compelled to follow him, keeping a step behind at first to try and gauge his path.
“Hey, hey, wait!” You jogged to keep up with the man, his strides long and the heels on your boots clicking against the stone. “Why the hell should I trust you, anyway?!”
He turned to face you, his eyes flaring as he reached up and grabbed your arm again, scanning your face, “how do you not remember?” He sighed, you had expected anger but he was disappointed, despondent, when he spoke again, “put the cloak on. Quickly.”
“I don’t have a cloak,” you stopped in the corridor, taking the opportunity to absorb the details of your surroundings. It was still dark and the smell of the sea still permeated the thick stone walls, but there was a fresher smell as well, like wet grass after the rain.
“You can’t walk around like this,” he gestured at your outfit, black jeans and boots, a thick aran jumper.
“What’s wrong with my outfit? It’s cold out there.”
“We can’t use magic here. When we can, I'll find attire suitable for your station.”
“My station. As a Prisoner? No way. Let me go shopping,” you twirled and batted your long lashes teasingly, hoping to distract or annoy him enough that you could make an escape. Although you couldn’t use your magic consistently, you had been learning, very quickly, that some of your talents, like Loki's, were just innate. You didn’t require a spell to irritate a man.
“As a Princess, a Queen in waiting.” The man was furious now, he took your arm and dragged you along until you squealed dramatically and tried to make yourself as heavy as possible until he was forced to slow his pace.
“Do Princesses normally get dragged about? If you don’t like my outfit I can change.”
Mentally you started flicking through all the clothes you could remember. Dresses, skirts, jeans, suits, pyjamas.
“Stop!” The man shook her shoulders “Do not use your magic!” And then there was a flash of light and you fell to the floor.
Thor was fairing no better than his brother. He’d been expecting to crash their romantic dinner with both stories of war and anything he could remember to embarrass his little brother in front of the lady he was so obviously pining for. But there was no mirth in his heart when Loki revealed you’d never returned from Valkyrie’s cottage and he’d joined the search immediately.
When nothing was revealed he offered to return to the Avengers compound in an effort to secure their help, much to Loki’s chagrin.
Now, with his head in his hands, he sat in the living room of the Avengers compound and appealed to them again.
“There must be some system you possess, Stark, to track her? She has magic now and will be using it. Can’t you track that?” He asked.
“And what does magic use or emit that I could track? Radiation? Pollution?” Tony answered, waving a screwdriver in the air before returning to the small circuit board he was tinkering with.
Thor looked thoroughly confused. “It’s just magic. Loki’s is green, Estrid appears to have a blue and silver sedir, track the colour.”
Tony sighed, exasperated, and didn’t answer, keeping his eyes focussed on his work.
“Are we going to address that you and Loki have been keeping all of this from us?” Steve interrupted, arms crossed.
Natasha nodded her agreement, “I knew she could shift, what else can she do that you’ve been keeping secret?!” Natasha asked.
“Oh Romanoff, you know, girl magic like Loki, silly things. She changes her hair and clothes.” Natasha narrowed her eyes at ‘girl magic’, but kept quiet. Thor shrugged, he’d never been that enamoured with Loki’s magic, it seemed frivolous to him to spend hours making little potions and writing runes. He was more interested in the armoury and his personal assortment of weapons.
“We know that, what else?” Natasha grit her teeth, frustrated.
“She makes little trinkets, jewellery and gems and such. Like I said, girly things.”
“She can manifest things? How?” Banner sat forwards, his elbows on his knees, fascinated. “Can she teach us?” He turned to Tony and nudged him to rejoin the conversation.
“What? No. I don’t know. Loki taught her. Anyway, she can control flames and I think I saw her grow a plant once.” Thor was bored of this part of the conversation and went back to sipping his mead to steady his nerves. He thought back to Loki’s face as he left, his sunken eyes, devoid of mischief. Time to change tactic, courtly ways were never Thor’s strong point, but he knew enough not to labour a point too much. “Anyway, I brought some new things for you to try Steve, should you be interested in -”
“No not anyway we needed to know these things and you kept it from us. Why the hell should we help you now?” Tony waved the tiny screwdriver again, a magnetic screw dangling precariously from the end.
Bargaining. Thor could do bargaining, he’d seen his father and Loki use it to various effect enough times. “What if… I got them to help you. Natasha said she needed someone inconspicuous for your next mission, what about someone who can shift?”
The assassin mulled over the prospect for a moment, “it would help me a lot, it's a simple B&E really but they know all our covers. Loki would be perfect.” Natasha looked at Thor, hopeful.
“Perfect! You come to Tonsberg and find Loki’s beau and I will ensure Loki is most helpful on your mission.” Thor held his hand out to Natasha to shake, but Tony poked it away with the sharp end of his screwdriver.
“Not so fast. I want Loki and the girl and I want her to stay behind afterwards.” He levelled his stare at Thor.
“Loki and the girl, it’s a deal.”
“Fine, fine. We can send two agents. I’m done with this. You can’t keep things from us and then expect our help.” Tony groused.
“Loki won’t be happy with two agents.” Thor shook his head.
“I honestly don’t give a fuck what Loki wants,” Steve stood, uncharacteristically angry amidst the growing tensions, “he isn’t on our team. We brought her here and owe her some safety. But after this mission she needs to make a real choice. Is she in or is she out?” Steve stalked off to the gym slamming the door behind him.
There was silence as the other members slowly dispersed until only Tony and Thor were left. Thor followed Tony to the bar set into the wall of the living space, pouring another round of mead into his large cut crystal glass.
“Candidly, Stark, she has the ability to be quite annoying. My hope is whoever has her let’s her go. But we will need more than two agents.” Thor tipped his head back, swallowing loudly.
Tony smiled into his drink, he could understand annoying, he didn’t mind annoying. “What makes you so sure she was taken and that she didn’t just run away.”
“Oh, that’s easy, she is in love with my brother.” Thor smiled at the thought of Loki’s dopey, lovelorn expression, “I’m not sure they realise they are in love with each other so deeply, but,” he shrugged, “such is love.”
Tony raised an eyebrow. So he had been right, Loki had been flirting with you and you did seem to prefer the Trickster God’s company, spending a good deal of your time together. But love? Loki?
“I’ll go with you. If she loves Loki she’s a strong woman, we could use some of that.” Tony tipped his head to the side and nodded as he spoke. “But it also means she’s an idiot and can’t be trusted. You understand that, right?”
“Oh yes,” Thor didn’t even look offended. “My brother is terrible and the two of them together? Incredibly vexing. But we must find her. I do not wish to discover the breadth of his wrath and vengeance should she be missing indefinitely.”
“And they’ll work the mission?”
“I’ll endeavour to keep them in line.”
Tony sighed he supposed that was the best he could hope for, dealing with actual gods.
“Wake up,” a new voice echoed in your sore head, waking you from your dreamless sleep. This room was different to the last, rather than rope your hands were now bound with heavy iron shackles etched with runes.
Your gaze was cloudy, confused, but you still tried to channel your magic into altering the weighty shackles. Maybe you could make a bracelet like the one Loki gave you and simply slip away. But your magic fizzled before it could manifest. Not even a spark, though your head throbbed terribly at the attempt.
“No magic when you behave like a brat." Your captor spat.
“You’ll regret calling me that.” You bit back, yanking at your chains.
His mocking laugh echoed in the early morning gloom, the door slamming shut in the dark and then you were alone again with your thoughts.
Manoeuvring your heavy hands you sat at the foot of the bed, tucking your feet underneath you and away from the cold floor. With a deep intake of breath you tried to clear your mind and then exhaled, searching for him, for Loki. You prayed, attempting to send a vision of not just your thoughts, but your whole self to him, what you could see and hear, the smell of the sea and the call of the birds outside. You thought of Loki, implored him to save you, sent your thoughts floating into the air as you breathed your plea to him.
In your prayers you reached out to him through the fog and touched your fingertips to the stone and in return, you were sure you heard him calling your name.
<<Part 7
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