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rhfffas · 4 months

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i'd like to see yelena and kate flirting shamelessly during a mission, and

kamala: the ship is sailing itself!!!! (*also making mental notes for future fanfics*)

cassie: help im surrounded by lesbians

america: aww you guys are disgustingly sweet

carol: im too old for this shit

sam: can we cut the gay shit and focus on the mission plz

valkyrie: shut up im enjoying this lesbian drama wanna bet how long will they keep being this oblivious? (*handing over her popcorn*)

jen: do you guys need legal advice abt inappropriate workplace relationships?

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bucky-barnes-supremacy · 2 years

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The thing I loved most about love and thunder was that we thought we were getting queerbaited again with Chris Pratt and we got a great relationship of Korg and Dwayne alongwith it finally being CONFIRMED that that Valkyrie do like women and she lost her girlfriend and I'm so glad they didn't label them as her "sister", so i just really want to appreciate the whole team who put together this and it's more of a wonder seeing Disney owns Marvel

#marvel #mcu phase 4 #thor love and thunder spoilers #thor love and thunder #taika watiti #queer #korg #korg x dwayne #king valkyrie #mcu valkyrie

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one-real-imonkey · 5 months

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Ok but I’ve thought of a variant of Loki I want:

Loki, Princess of Asgard who completed Valkyrie training when she was young, even though all the Valkyrie were gone.

Loki who wears full Valkyrie uniform into combat but with a few embellishments to mark her as Odindottir (and some classic green and gold).

Loki who meets Brunhilde on Sakaar and freaks out because she’s one of her childhood heroes.

Loki who gets a Pegasus.

Thor is so jealous of his sister.

#Loki #princess Loki #mcu Loki #loki variant #genderfluid loki #Loki should get to be a Valkyrie #loki odindottir #loki friggadottir #loki laufeydottir #loki series #mcu Valkyrie #brunhilde mcu #Brunhilde Valkyrie #thor odinson

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liyawritesss · 3 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ８－ＣｈｏｓｅｎＳｏｕｌｍａｔｅｓ

－ Someone's Someone - Valkyrie/Brunnhilde - Marvel's Thor

－ In which you and Valkyrie share a heart to heart on top of a cliff on the coastline of New Asgard.

－ Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

“I never thought I’d find another.”

Those weren’t the words that you expected for her to say to you as you ascended up the overpass that looked out towards the sea. It causes you to pause in the moment, a whisper of confusion leaving your lips. “What?”

Brunnhilde pauses as well, though she takes her time to turn, her attention ultimately landing on the view of the ocean. The waters are calm but the sound of their waves crashing onto the shores are still there, a sort of lullaby from the ocean to the residents of New Asgard. The two of you have visited this cliff many times before, have felt its breeze and listened to its song, and have fallen asleep together atop the grassy peak. You’ve spent countless nights here, laughing, crying, reminiscing. For her to ask you to accompany her on a trip to the cliff wasn’t out of the ordinary, but the King’s demeanor has a notable shift that you, her second in command, can pick up in a heartbeat.

This however, was something different entirely.

“Before,” she starts, thin black braids that frame her face blowing in the wind, “I had someone. Someone who made life worth living. Someone I could call my own.”

“Your lover,” it slips out unintentionally, but before you can stop yourself, the words continue on, “she saved you in the fight with Hela. You’ve told me about her.”

“Yes,” Brunnhilde replies, “she saved me,” the way she says it makes you wonder if you spoke out of turn. It had always been a sensitive topic for the King, as you knew the importance of what her role as a Valkyrie and her warrior sisters meant to her, especially as it pertained to the woman who first held her heart. Her head turns to you first before her body follows, her feet carrying her to meet you where you originally paused in your tracks, and she says “though, it can be argued that you have done the same?”

Your eyebrows furrowed together tightly, “I’m not sure I follow, Val…”

The King takes your hands into hers, they’re warm and soft and make your heart speed up slightly.

“We have been through so much together,” Brunnhilde begins again, “I wouldn’t have been able to build up our new home without you. In fact, I think I should credit much of who I am today to your mere presence-”

“Hold on there, Hildy,” you interject a small chuckle leaving your lips, “it sounds like you’re going to say you love me or something.”

Maybe this time you did speak out of turn, because when Brunnhilde falls silent once again with a look mixed with shock and despondency, the realization of the situation dawns on you.

She was going to say that.

“Wait, are you serious-?”

“-I didn’t think I could.” Her hands leave yours abruptly, leaving the cold to nip at your fingers. “Not after her, but you…” There's a look in her eyes that sends an unfamiliar feeling throughout your body - a chill different from the one currently surrounding you, and a fluttering in your stomach unlike any other. “When I was at my lowest, you were there. When things were too much, you took the reins from me and took lead. And as I watched you from the sideline, I remember thinking ‘there is no one else I'd rather have at my side; there is no one else I could entrust these things to’.”

Brunnhilde grows closer, and you welcome her into your space, heart rate speeding up, “There is no one else I trust my life with. And, if you would have it - assuming this hasn't been made awkward enough…” The burnt honey toned woman bites her lip in anticipation, “...I would like…to trust you with my heart.”

A moment passed, which seems like hours, but just as she believes she’s overstepped, overshared too much and destroyed the partnership that had been so carefully crafted, Brunnhilde’s lips had been taken ahold of. She closes her eyes, relishing in your touch, and for the first time in what feels like a lifetime, she allows love to consume her body.

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multifandomangel · 3 days

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the truest form of the bi / pan experience is being in love with loki and any woman he has ever interacted with

#marvel #mcu #loki odinson #loki #mcu loki #slyvie #mcu slyvie #natasha #mcu natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff #black widow #mcu black widow #valkyrie #mcu valkyrie #the bi experience #the pan experience #MY pan experience #angelsaysshit

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angelltheninth · 3 months

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King Valkyrie Proposes to You After Battle

Pairing: King Valkyrie x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, injury, marriage proposal, kissing

A/N: She better get her own movie or show. The sapphics deserve it.

Avoided the topic of marriage a lot while dating you

Comes across as very flirty and bold but underneath that exterior she's so soft for you

Not to mention protective

Which is why she took that hit for you, smirking up at you as she was quickly carried to the medic

Being a King means she can't show weakness, at least she doesn't think she can, she has to be strong for her people, for you most of all

Your tears are her least favorite thing in the world

Having you visit and dote on her isn't that bad though, she could get banged up more often if a pretty lady like you will visit her all the time

Lifts her shirt up and tells you to kiss her bruises better

No healing magic needed, just your soft lips

Swears it works but she is clearly in pain still

Clenching her teeth and hissing under her breath as your lips press against her skin and bruises

Her proposal wasn't meant to be heard by you

She didn't even realize she said it but then you pulled her into a deep kiss and said yes

Well she can't take it back now so she chooses to play it cool and say that this was planed all along because of course her proposal to you had to be as badass as she was

#marvel x reader #king valkyrie x reader #marvel imagine #marvel headcanons #marvel fluff #marvel x you #marvel x female reader #mcu x reader #mcu x you #mcu imagine #mcu headcanons #mcu fluff #mcu x female reader #mcu valkyrie #x female reader #femslash february

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professional-termite · 4 months

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baby cousin brought me one of those early reader thor ragnarok books and started pointing at valkyrie, insisting that was his mom. she does look a lot like his mom but also sir i dont think you WANT that to be your mom

#valkyrie is lovely but during thor ragnarok she literally wouldve made one of the worst moms ever #mcu valkyrie #valkyrie mcu

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yesbutmakeitgay · 10 days

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Just A King In A Rusty Throne

Valkyrie x Reader

Summary: You're friends with benefits with The King of New Asgard, you wish you were more than that, but The King would never allow it.

Word count: 2.6k

Friends with benefits, implied smut, nudity, angst with a happy ending.

A/N: I don't see a lot of love for my King Valkyrie, let's change that!

Masterlist | AO3

King Valkyrie slumps on her bed wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand satisfied. As soon as you regain your senses you sit up and start fetching your clothes, "You don't have to go," Valkyrie says gently, if you were facing her maybe you would have caught a glimpse of the lost puppy look that adorned her features.

"Isn't that the agreement?" Your tone is stoic, more so to remind yourself that getting further involved with The King would be unwise.

"I just mean not yet, you could stay a little longer if you want." Her voice is soft and inviting, one that she reserves only for moments like these. However you don't let the sweetness get to you.

You twist your neck to take a look at her still naked form, "What do you want?" There's a subtle acidity lacing your words.

She turns to lay on her side and looks at you intently with her captivating eyes, "I want whatever you want." At this point she would say anything she thought would make you stay longer.

You calculate your next move carefully. To any outsider this conversation would seem like a sweet exchange between lovers, but you both know it's a lot more complicated than that, starting by the very definition of your relationship, "I want to stay the night," you let out as a test to your adversary or so you convince yourself. Your bait is met with silence and that tells you all you need to hear, "That's what I thought." You finish putting your shirt on and aggressively stand up scanning the room to look for your shoes.

Valkyrie reaches her arm out for you, "No, come on, don't do that." The novelty of The King’s pleas has already worn off of you after many nights spent this exact same way.

You look her in the eye hiding your emotions, "Do what? I’m doing everything you want. I come here whenever you ask, stay as long as you wish and when you see me in public you don't acknowledge my existence."

Val gets up and quickly puts her clothes on, she walks around the bed to stand in front of you, "It's not like that, Princess." She softly tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Then how is it?" you respond instantly, shying away from her touch.

"The rules are different for me, I am The King," she explains, trying to get your sympathy.

"You are The King, you have the power and authority to do whatever you want." You aren't sparing her your pity.

When she realizes her plan won't work she gives it up and retaliates in your same cold tone, "I have an image to uphold."

Her words drive through you like a knife, if that's the game she wants to play, so be it, "I see," you simply say.

She only realizes what she said after it left her mouth, "That's not what I meant."

"Too late, you already said it." You walk out with your shoes still in your hand and a lone tear running down your cheek.

You hoped that was the last time you saw The King of New Asgard, or that's what you told yourself. You knew from the start you were never gonna get your way with her, yet you accepted her terms for the time you did get to spend together.

The arrival of a ship causes commotion all over the Kingdom, it wasn't very often that The King received guests. You recognize the outside of the vehicle and decide to go greet the visitor.

"Captain, it's good to see you," you reach out your hand for Carol to grab.

She accepts your handshake and gives you a smile, "You too." She is genuinely pleased to see you again. You had the opportunity to meet Carol some time ago while you were sneaking around with Val. The Captain is fully aware of Valkyrie's ways and doesn't like to meddle in her personal life, but she seems to have grown a soft spot for you even if your relationship is mostly professional. "Is Val around?" If anyone knows of The King's whereabouts Carol's money is on you, given the nature of your affiliation.

"I don't know, I've been kind of avoiding her." Your eyes go down to the ground for a moment.

Carol understands the meaning behind your words, "I'm sorry to hear that," she pauses, "I’m gonna go look for her, it was a pleasure." She does a good job of hiding her disappointment.

"Likewise," you respond. Before she leaves she places a cordial kiss on your cheek.

Carol finds The King in her place, they exchange pleasantries and deal with the purpose of her visit.

After they're done with the business side of things they begin to walk back to The Captain’s ship and she decides to bring up a touchy subject, "How's your Princess?" she hesitates.

Valkyrie is taken aback by the question, "I don't-we don't-anymore."

"So I’ve heard," Carol is quick to remark.

Val rolls her eyes, "Of course you have, you saw her?" There's a tinge of hope in her voice.

"Yup."

"She's been avoiding me for weeks." The longing in Val’s eyes is unmistakable.

Carol pouts, "Poor little you, what'd you do this time?" She's confident in her choice of blame placing.

"Oh, you know how it is, this one leaves and new one comes around." Valkyrie pretends to be unaffected, but Carol can see right through her.

The Captain makes a point of grabbing Valkyrie’s shoulder and making eye contact, "Just because it's what you're used to, doesn't mean it's what you want, or need."

After a few seconds The King breaks the eye contact and continues to walk staring straight ahead, "I know what I want."

Carol follows behind her with a sigh, "But it's different with her, you weren't sad when the other ones left."

"What do you know?" Val huffs.

They keep going the rest of the way to Carol’s ship and stand in front of it when they get there, waiting for the door to open.

"Yeah, what do I know about loss," Carol asserts before entering her home and flying off.

Valkyrie is left with a choice, she can ignore their conversation all together or she can admit that she finally allowed herself to care about someone and then screwed things up because she didn’t know how to handle it. If she’s being honest she hasn’t been able to get you out of her mind since the last time you saw each other.

A few days later you knock on The King’s office door to announce your presence, you open it before waiting for an answer and walk halfway in. Valkyrie eyes you up and down for a moment, making no effort to conceal her actions, "Princess, you're looking well, come on in," she instructs. You feel a little violated, but she’s done much worse in the past so you can manage.

You stand in the middle of the room with your arms crossed, "What do you want?" you demand.

"I need to speak with you, why don't you sit down?" Valkyrie keeps her composure.

"I think I'll stand." Your tone becomes more aggressive.

She tries to give you a friendly smile, "You don't have to be so…hostile."

You can’t even try to be cordial, "I do, actually, you are using your power to force me to stand before you," you refute, "which is kinda shitty." For lack of a better word. Val hadn't thought about it that way, but she tries not to dwell on it too much.

"I want to apologize, the last time we saw each other things didn't go so well, the way I spoke to you wasn't right." She’s clearly given a lot of thought to her word choice.

"Okay." You expect her to have more to say about the issue.

"So, do you forgive me?"

You realize that’s all she’s got and it is now your turn to speak, "Oh, uh, no."

"No?" The King cannot believe your refusal.

"No," you state more confidently.

Val is dumbfounded, "Well I don't know what else to do." You do appreciate her honestly, but there isn’t much more to appreciate about this conversation.

"Hope that your next plaything has less self respect," you snark, "am I free to leave now?"

Valkyrie’s ego suddenly shrinks, "I suppose I can't keep you here."

As soon as you close the door behind you, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in. You were usually pretty good at keeping cool and holding your ground, but King Valkyrie had become something of a weak spot of yours.

Val sinks into her chair, she really thought the apology would work to get you back. Why she wanted to get you back so badly? She wasn't sure, call it remorse or Carol's words finally getting to her.

The King has been having affairs every night this week. However she can't seem to enjoy them like she used to.

She comes out from under her sheets to look at whatever her name is, "I can't do this, I'm sorry." She gets up and walks to her closet to find some clothes, she's not gonna put her three piece suit back on, "It's not you, you seem great, I just can't, I'm going out."

She puts on a pair of shorts and a sweater as she makes her way to the door, "Take your time, you can help yourself to anything in the fridge, but please don't stay the night," The King urges.

She drags her feet to her office and collapses on her chair. She takes a big swig out of one of the many bottles she keeps there and buries her face in her hands, feeling the comfort of the alcohol burning her throat.

She presses a button on her desk that immediately triggers a call to Captain Marvel, it's the middle of the night, but she knows Carol doesn't work on a schedule.

When she picks up, Carol is working on the engine of her ship.

"Marv, you were right!" The beginnings of The King's tipsiness start to show.

"About damn time you admitted it, what are we talking about?" Carol responds plainly.

"I miss her, I’m miserable." Carol does not take her eyes off of the engine, but she has a good idea of what Valkyrie looks like right now.

"That's awful, Val, I’m so sorry you can't have meaningless sex anymore," The Captain taunts.

"I don't know what to do."

"Have you considered celibacy?"

"I want her back." Val sounds a little more sober somehow.

"Does she know that you want her back?" Carol asks with a little more tact, Goose hops on her shoulder to look at what she's doing.

"She's not exactly making it easy for me, when I called her to apologize she barely entered, didn't even accept it."

Carol stops her work and puts Goose down to finally look at Valkyrie, "Did you make her go to your office so you could apologize?"

"Yes?" Val responds bluntly. Carol pinches the bridge of her nose with a sigh, "What?"

"Okay," The Captain brings her hands to her hips, "you need to be less of a King and more like a being with a heart and feelings." Val looks at her beyond confused. "She likes you, you just have to get your head out of your ass," Carol rephrases.

"Oh."

"There you go, alright, good luck." Carol hangs up now that she's satisfied with their conversation.

Valkyrie finishes the rest of the bottle and stumbles back to her room, thankfully it's empty when she enters.

The King takes a few days to think about what Carol said and to consider her life choices.

You’re coming out of work for your midday break when you spot someone standing right outside the building. It takes you a moment to realize it’s Val without her three piece suit out in public. Once you do recognize her you avoid eye contact and try to walk past her, but she stops you by gently grabbing your arm.

You roll your eyes and reluctantly turn around, "What?"

Her eyes light up when they meet yours, "I cancelled the rest of your meetings for the day, I was hoping we could go for a walk."

"A walk?" You frown.

"Yes, not with The King, just with me." You’ve never seen her more vulnerable, not even fully naked on her own bed.

"Do I have a choice?" You still have your walls up high.

"Of course, it can be as quick as you want." That’s not the first time she’s said that to you. You consider her offer for a moment, she did get you out of work so you cautiously agree.

She begins to walk down the street and you follow behind her. "It has been brought to my attention that I have put you in very unfair positions in the past." She measures her words carefully. "I want to apologize for that."

"Thank you." Your tone is harsh, but you do mean it.

"I haven’t been able to be with anyone else since…"

"I’m flattered," you deadpan, "am I the best of your fuck buddies?"

She scowls at the term, "I’m trying to tell you that I am not the same without you."

"Well, that is not my problem."

"But I want it to be your problem."

You squint your eyes in confusion, "What?"

"Marry me," she blurts out making you fully look at her with wide eyes.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, maybe?" she hesitates.

You cannot believe what’s happening, "You can’t just marry your fuck buddy, that’s not a thing, Val."

She stops walking and turns to face you with her whole body, "Can you please stop calling it that."

You stop and mimic her stance, "What do you want me to call it then?"

"A love affair?" She stumbles on her words.

You snort, "How much love was involved in this 'affair?’"

"More than I ever intended," she whispers, rubbing her own arm. Your heart begins to beat faster. Unsure what to answer you both continue to walk in silence, with every step you take you feel your walls crumbling down ever so slowly.

After a while, she speaks again, "Did you love me?" she almost pleads.

You glance at her from the corner of your eye, "What does it matter?"

"I think-I think I did love you," she chokes.

Your heart threatens to bear a whole in your chest, "You think?"

"It’s not a familiar feeling for me, I don’t know what to do with it."

"You don’t have to do anything with it, you can just feel it. It doesn’t hurt to not be an idiot about it."

She chuckles, "I really am sorry, I hope you can forgive me someday." This time, you can sense the sincerity in her voice.

"How sorry are you?" you smirk.

"Very sorry." The air between you feels lighter.

"Enough to let me kiss you in public?" You try to test her once again.

"I-" you scoff and are about to walk away at her uncertainty when she speaks again, "You want to kiss me?" There is a glimmer in her eyes, you can only give her a sheepish smile and before you know it she’s pulling you by the hips and connecting her lips with yours.

This is the most intimate moment you've had with Val despite the endless nights of passion you've spent together.

You break the kiss in need for air, but stay close to her, "I won't marry you, yet, but you can take me on a date." Valkyrie nods quickly, "Not with The King, just with you."

"I would love for nothing more."

Give Valkyrie some love and tell me your thoughts! I have more Val fics for you if you're good 😉💜💜

Tagging all the people who interacted with my last Valkyrie post because I can: @fionnemrys @murderbasketheassassin @clara-eternal @dapper-hydra @nevaeh-daughterofvalcarol @thorgood

#Valkyrie #king valkyrie #mcu valkyrie #Valkyrie x reader #tessa thompson #brunhilde

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ijuststareatstuffhereok89 · 1 year

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Title board created by the wonderful @mochie85!

Lesson Seven

After a tragic end to a horrible encounter sends shockwaves through your core, Loki suggests a special way he can take care of your wounded soul.

**MASTERLIST HERE** Pairing: Soft!Dom!Loki x F!Reader Content Warnings: smut, extensive mentions of death, euthanasia, and death-related philosophy, some dark content (though the characters won't be), exile, moodiness, smut, kinks of various flavors (look for specific chapter warnings), trauma and mental illness, reader is a captive, reader has a body count

CHAPTER-SPECIFIC WARNINGS: Reader is injured, smut-adjacency mixed with comforty/fluff (Loki bathes Reader)

You couldn’t move a muscle. You couldn’t do so much as breathe. Your eyes were locked on the gun pointed at you from no more than ten feet away, as if even blinking was letting it out of your sight for a moment too long.

Brunnhilde immediately threw up a hand. “She’s got nothing to do with any of this.”

Your breathing became heavy as you very slowly began to rise out of your chair, throwing your hands up in surrender. “I’m an American!” you protested. “Human! Mortal! M…muggle?”

“Did you kidnap her?” asked Jonah, turning to the King but keeping the gun on you.

You shook your head. “No, I’m here because I want to be. For a…um…project.”

“The Devil whispers in her ear!” cried a woman from beyond the stoop.

“Oh, shut up,” murmured Brunnhilde.

“The Flock is a calling from God,” chimed in the woman standing next to Jonah, her long, tangled blonde hair in a braid that was caught in her jacket zipper. You could see through her clothes that she carried a child, and from the looks of her, it was far from her first pregnancy. “So much death and chaos has happened since Iron Man was created, the schematics probably drawn from Satan’s hand.”

“We were made in His image, not superheroes!” called another from the assembly.

“ENOUGH!” Loki shrieked, sending gasps, tremors, and steps back from most of The Flock. Only Jonah and the woman beside him stood firm. “Leave her be! Your qualms are with the King…and I.”

“You’ve all been here too long, demons!” said the woman. “My husband is a prophet of the Lord. Heed him and leave this place before we purge it.”

No one else could see it, but the thick gray tendrils of your lethal gift were wrapped like snakes about your fingers and wrists (not that you needed to see it to know it was there and at the ready). Oh god…

“Hell itself originated in your realm,” said Jonah. “Your own sister bears the name. A massive horned firebeast set about a prophecy on your city. Tell me, how do you dispute your dark purpose now?

Loki bit his lip. The Flock did its research, that was certain. Almost as if one of their own was among the Asgardians…

Loki stood tall and handsome, ready to reroute a comet for you, the slightest green tinge sparking at his fingers. Jonah, in his boldness, managed to walk right past the angered-but-now-cautious King, still looking right at you as he advanced with a frightening intensity. “You’re going to come with us, then--”

“--NO!--” Loki lunged forward.

“--Ivar?” suddenly called Mrs. Olssen, looking at her husband, who was gripping his chest, pale and sweaty. Her voice was almost too strong for her delicate, elderly condition. “Elskan? What is it?”

Everyone stopped, even Jonah, distracted by the sudden convulsions that sent Ivar Olssen spasming in his seat, his trembles nearly knocking over the tea table in front of him.

“Heart…pain…chest…” was all he could say.

You noticed something odd about Ivar, as did Loki. For a man in the middle of a presumed heart attack, the golden seidr beginning to grow in the man’s palm was a bit curious. Jonah and The Flock may not have been able to see magic, because none of them suspected anything but a frail old man dying.

Ivar winked at you, and the moment Jonah came within arm’s reach of you, you dove under his arm and attempted to bolt. Jonah grabbed your arm, his reflexes quicker than yours. You were jerked back to the floor at his feet, and you felt something in your ankle pull, sending pain up your leg.

Ivar shot to his feet and thrust his palm, shooting out a golden pulse that sent everyone who was standing to their asses on the floor; even the members of The Flock who were left on the grass spiraled to the ground. Only you and Mrs. Olssen were not affected, as Mrs. Olseen knew her husband of three millennia well enough to duck as soon as she saw the gold palm.

Brunnhilde, stunned but used to the pulse from her years serving as a valkyrie, came back to her senses first, and pulled a dagger out of her boot as she rose. Loki nearly spiraled right off the porch and into the group below, but he’d managed to only fall against the railing. Meanwhile, you struggled with Jonah, who now was using his position on the ground to grab your injured ankle as you began to sneak away.

He managed to grip your ankle tightly, and when you first attempted to yank your leg back, the searing pain paralyzed your side, and you cried out, alerting Loki to your distress.

However, before Loki could do anything, you thrust your hip back, sacrificing more pain so that you could kick Jonah in the jaw, which finally gave you the edge you needed. Wisely kicking the gun out of his hand as well, it went skidding across the floor until it went under the tablecloth and out of sight.

In spite of your injury, you were able to hop away from the scuffle and begin to run. Descending the steps in an attempt to get around the rest of The Flock, most of the cult members were too afraid of you to do more than dive out of your way. A few of the men holding guns aimed, but in the chaos, their shots went harmlessly into the air.

There were some, however, in the two-dozen-or-so people there, who had the gall and initiative to leap at you.

“RUN!” hollered Loki. “Y/N! Go!”

You wanted to go back. You knew they’d only come after you so that Loki would go quietly. He was still vulnerable. But Loki was right (and a god, to boot). His odds of making it out of the fight were higher than yours for certain, with or without your pathetic help. You needed to hide, and fast.

As you began limping away, one of the attackers succeeded in latching onto you, dragging you to the ground with him. The pair of you rolled around, each trying to gain the upper hand. He happened to be slight in build, possibly even younger, certainly lighter than you. But he was strong, and the little bit of volume he had on his figure was all muscle. You had no form, just the primal need to get away, and it seemed to be enough. You were holding your own.

Then you felt The Pull, and you went ice cold as you felt your physical strength almost double immediately.

The boy went limp as soon as he grabbed your naked wrist, his body falling to the side as you quickly rolled away. Gasps immediately rang out as you stumbled to your feet. Everyone had stopped fighting the minute someone understood what had happened.

“Edgar?!” shrieked a young woman with dark red hair, running forward and lunging herself over the body, examining it as more of The Flock began to close in.

You looked up. Brunnhilde was shocked. The Olssens both had looks of soft pity for you. Loki looked…pleased?

Why do you look so satisfied, Loki? I just did it again…a person! A person who was clearly loved…

Your body full of adrenaline, your head full of fear, you finally chose to turn and run full-tilt off into the rows of cabins (in spite of your hurt ankle), figuring it would take too long in clear view to run for the hill. It would be easier to get lost among the buildings.

Where to go? Where to go?

The library appeared on your right, and you quickly headed for the open window around the back of the cabin. You could see the nervous librarian through the curtains, clicking away at her knitting again. She didn’t raise her voice, but she did jump as you crawled through the window and landed on the floor with a low, pained moan.

“I’m not here…” you whispered. “Crazy people outside.”

The librarian acknowledged you for the first time and nodded quietly, putting a finger to her lips in agreement. “They always say they will burn my books,” she whispered. “They can try. They won’t win.”

You couldn’t help but notice she gripped her knitting tighter to her body, the mere mention of The Flock triggering a frightening or sorrowful memory.

“Thank you,” you smiled weakly, gritting your teeth against the pain of your ankle. The librarian noticed.

“Go into the back room, where the romances are. Lock the door. Once it looks better, I can send for Loki,” she instructed, going back to her work before you could reply.

So much for being a frightened little woman, you thought. Is everybody going to command me here?

You did as you were told for safety’s sake, however, and after locking the door, you sighed, taking a book from the shelf and deciding to pass the time in exile reading Asgardian folk stories. Sadly, most of the books were in Asgardian writing, vaguely resembling VIking runes, of course, but it wasn’t as if you could read either. Because of this shortage of English tomes of interest, your mind couldn;t be ripped away from the disturbing fact that you’d killed again.

It was in defense…That’s what you said before…No! It’s true…Killer…Stop…

Assassin…Murder…

Monster…

The man had someone in his life. Whether the redhead was a wife, sister, or friend, she lost someone she loved today, at your hands. Just like before. Had you learned nothing?

Hours went by, and the sky began to darken. You’d fallen asleep, only to be jerked awake from a nightmare by the sound of four rhythmic knocks on the door.

“Y/N…”

Loki!

You rushed to the door to unbolt it, practically throwing the door off his hinges and falling into his waiting arms. “What have I done?” you began to sob. “I did it again…”

“He would have shot you or taken you away, but I knew you’d be distressed about his demise regardless,” Loki whispered, gently stroking your hair and swaying your bodies slowly back and forth.

“If I weren’t here, you wouldn’t be here, and they wouldn’t have come--”

Loki squeezed you tightly. “That is simply untrue. They’ve been plaguing New Asgard since they arrived. They have a village of their own not more than twenty miles from here. The Sheep usually keep to their side of the forest, I promise.”

You were babbling a mile a minute now, your fear prying your mouth open as a way for every thought on your mind to come spilling out all at once. “Yeah, but they KNOW me now! They know what I did, and if they were already mad enough at you, just think of what they’ll do to me when they come back!”

“We will be ready for them when they do,” promised Brunnhilde, who you never realized was standing behind Loki the whole time, watching you turn into a crying little child in Loki’s embrace. “Loki, listen to me.”

He nodded cordially, turning to look her in the eye while still clutching you against his chest.

“I think you’re a massive idiot and a pustule of a god,” she exclaimed, “But even you have to see how important it is to have me train her alongside you.”

He repeated his nod. “As much as it pulls at my soul, I am inclined to agree with you. But let’s discuss this later.” Silently indicating how you were bordering on hysterics, Brunnhilde bit her lip, a little uncomfortable at the large display of emotion, mumbled something about making a trip to the liquor cache, and left.

You felt Loki’s hand gracefully rest across your jaw, gently pulling your head up so that he could look into your eyes.

“You’ve lost the adrenaline from today, I see the energy drain from your face,” he said. “There is no time for more work today, of course, but I think we need to make sure you’re cared for tonight.”

You let yourself go from Loki’s grip, shrugging and trying to wipe away the tears searing your hot, red cheeks. “What does that mean?”

“Today was horrible. I blame those sheep people, but perhaps I aggravated things,” he sighed. “I feel as if I owe you some sweetness, perhaps in the form of a bath?”

You shook your head. “We only have a shower stall, remember?”

“Ivar and Katja have a bathing tub upstairs, a large one. They’ve already offered it to us.”

You finally managed to smile warmly, feeling bashful under your mentor’s concerned, sincere eye. “How did you have time to think of everything when all of this chaos happened around us?”

He shrugged and laughed. “Did you forget that I AM chaos, my dear? Do you think I’ve never gone toe-to-toe with a simple cult before?”

The elderly pair of landlords graciously offered supper for you and Loki as you made your way back to your building in a quickly-darkening twilight. Storm clouds obscured the last bit of sunset, giving the sky an ominous yellowish cloud through the overcast. The air was thick with moisture, and it was difficult to breathe, especially seeing as you were still catching up physically from your hysterics.

“I’m not sure she’s ready for such a rich meal,” Loki politely declined. “Stew seems to be a favorite of hers, but she’s been through much today.”

You were grateful for him to speak on your behalf. You didn’t want to upset, scare, or disappoint anyone else today. Plus, you did feel particularly prone to nausea at the moment.

Katja smiled understandingly and nodded, looking at you with even more pity, which made you feel awkward standing there under Loki’s arm like a downtrodden child he’d picked up off the street. “Very well, dears. I laid out towels and even found a little of my precious Asgardian bath oils for you.”

Loki chuckled. “You were permanently displaced from your home, and your bath oil was what you chose to spare?”

Katja stood tall, with a wise smile on her face. “Memories mean more than clothes. The scent reminds me of my girlhood back home.”

Ivar showed you down the narrow hallway to their master bathroom up on the top floor, a large room with a pit cornered against one wall, inside of which was a walk-in bath about the size of a small jacuzzi: the perfect amount of space for two. As promised, everything had been laid out immaculately for you, making Ivar chuckle.

“We don't host like we did on Asgard,” he said. “She misses those days sometimes.” With one of his signature hacking coughs, Ivar turned and left you.

Loki closed the door, then made quick work drawing the bath, adding the oil, and then deciding to add a little bit of bath bubble. “You look weakened,” he remarked as the tub filled, turning to you and taking in your pathetic form. “A warm bath, followed by a long rest and a hearty breakfast will help.”

“I’m sorry I couldn’t help you,” you sighed sadly. “But--”

“--I didn’t ask for your help, and yet you did such a great job defending me,” he whispered, gently kissing your forehead as he began to peek his hands under the hem of your sweater. “You distracted them, like it or not, and they were so afraid of you that they forgot what they came for, which was myself.”

“Really?”

“And for as much as I would deeply desire to thank you with my prick, such physical exertions would be too much for you tonight. Instead I’ll bathe you and put you to bed.”

You looked down as you realized that he wasn’t trying to seduce you by moving curious fingers toward your breasts, but was only making an earnest effort at removing your clothes. You were briefly thrown off balance as he removed your sweater and cast it aside, and Loki’s attention was drawn down to your ailing ankle.

“That looks painful,” he remarked. “Once I get you into bed, I’ll fix it. It would be wise to wait to heal you until you are off your feet for good, so you can immobilize the muscle as much as possible.”

You giggled a little as Loki unabashedly went for your bra next, clearly enjoying the intimate moment but careful not to make anything of it when he exposed your naked chest a moment later. “Since when were you a doctor?” you asked, trying to break the tension.

“All Asgardian royals have some form of healing seidr, unless you are of a warrior’s build like my brother. My mother trained me somewhat, though I am ashamed to say I fought her much of the way.” Lokis swiftly removed your jeans, but stood back when you were in nothing but panties, unable to avoid the desire to look at you. You smiled gratefully and finished disrobing yourself as he began peeling off his tunic, the spell broken.

“Why is that?” you asked, curiously.

“I wanted to be in fight lessons like Thor,” he answered. “Frigga wanted at least one of her sons to have healing power, but the going stigma was that healing was for women. I was embarrassed that I had to heal while Thor got to claim glory through battle.”

Loki was naked before you again, and you fought the urge to ignore his warning about taking it easy. He smiled mischievously, the look on your face betraying your thoughts. “I know, I’m impossible to resist,” he said cheekily. “You want me, but I meant it: we cannot be amorous tonight. Not when your body needs to recover in more ways than one.”

“But you like to control me, make me writhe,” you said softly, your eyes stuck on the little ‘V’ shape his pelvic muscles made below his belly, carving a sharp, defined path to guide a wandering eye directly to his insatiable cock.

He nodded, scooping you into his arms, pressing his naked body to yours, and burying his nose in your hair. “Yes, indeed. But a good dominant--teacher!--takes care of his student, and treats her like a jewel in his crown, not just a prop for his bed. I want you healthy and strong whenever I take you to bed, understand?”

You nodded, feeling yourself blush. “Thank you. For everything so far.”

Loki twisted his lip. “Don’t thank me just yet. I get the feeling our trials are only just unfolding. But enough talk of that for tonight.”

He turned off the water and climbed down into the tub, splitting his legs and beckoning for you with hand, which you took as you went in and leaned against his torso, the bubbles smelling faintly of cherry blossom.

True to his word, Loki made no move on you, although there was no doubt bathing between the god’s solid legs was highly erotic. He tenderly rubbed soap and oil over your skin, gently rubbing it into your back, neck and arms. You allowed him to massage some conditioner that smelled of coconut slowly into your scalp with his fingers, which felt remarkably relaxing, and when you slid forward to dip your hair below the surface to wash it out, you felt him comb his fingers through it, from root to tip. When you re-emerged, you let him braid it behind your neck, tying it off with a black rubber band.

In addition to feeling incredibly turned on in spite of your exhaustion, you felt revitalized, relieved, the weight of your sins that day washing off of your body and rolling beneath the foam. It was as if Loki was baptizing you, cleansing you of the guilt brought on by the murder. After he finished with your hair, he let you lean against him again, silently letting the hot water turn lukewarm, a calm washing over you. After several more minutes, you felt Loki brush his thumbs softly against your nipples.

“Perhaps this is a day for a lesson after all,” he finally broke the silence as you let the sensation of his fingers brushing against you make you tingle. “Today, you learn that sometimes, no matter how powerful you are, you can’t control everything. When it gets too heavy, you need to preserve yourself and wash away the dust. A mistake doesn’t make you a bad person.”

You got out and wrapped yourselves in two oversized robes Ivar had left on the doorknob. By the time you went outside to stumble down the other set of stairs leading to the basement, the rainstorm had rolled in, and it was coming down in sheets. Yet the whipping wind accompanying the precipitation was warm. It was the kind of rain one opened the window to at night to fall asleep to.

You didn’t bother turning on the light in the living room. Loki led you to your bedroom, where he flicked the lamp by your bedside on. He turned down the comforter and let you slide between the sheets, taking off your robe and allowing yourself to sleep nude.

“I never saw a need for night clothes myself,” he said with a wink, making you smile.

“It doesn’t surprise me at all that you sleep in the buff, Loki,” you snarked. “It suits your character.”

“My character has one goal tonight, kitten, and it is simply to make sure my student is as strong as she can be so that I can get those blasted joint lessons with Her Worship over with,” he muttered. “Do you need anything? Have a sleep ritual, perhaps? I hear a glass of warm milk is a Midgardian tradition…”

“...I don’t need a drink, but I’d like the window to be open as long as it rains, please?” you asked, pointing up at the small window about six inches under the ceiling, opening up to ground-level.

He immediately did as you asked, remarking how he also was fond of the sound of rain plopping onto the ground. “Of course, storms are brief on Asgard.”

“Loki?”

“Yes, my student?”

“I don't know if I can sleep,” you said sadly. It was true, you felt the exhaustion cement you to the mattress, but you weren’t sure the will to close your eyes was strong enough just yet.

He looked at you a moment before seemingly deciding upon something. He briefly left you in bed alone before returning with the textbook (The Ethics of Death) you’d gotten from the library. “Without getting too sentimental, my mother would read to me until I fell asleep whenever I was ill or was too wound up to retire from an exciting day.”

You felt your skin go warm with the thought of Loki as a young boy. How sweet was an image of the former intergalactic criminal as an innocent baby! The echoes of the tender memory clearly still resonated in him, and now he was passing on the rare mote of kindness from his youth to you. You were touched.

“I’d like that.” He gingerly caressed your cheek and leaned down to kiss your brow.

Smiling peacefully, Loki sat down next to you on the bed, leaned back and crossed his legs, opening the book as you rolled onto your side so that your head was nestled in his shoulder. He opened the book and began where you had last dog-eared the page. “You don’t need to retain any of this,” he insisted. “Just let my voice be your lullaby.”

Loki was an effective sandman. You felt a gentle pull on your eyelids as his deep baritone sent you off into unconsciousness, safe and comfortable, at least for tonight.

He didn’t realize that you’d drifted away within the half-hour, and it had been nearly an entire hour before he took a breath from his reading to see you asleep, a small bit of dribble hanging at the edge of your lip. Stifling a chuckle, Loki wiped it away with his thumb lightly enough so as not to disturb you before getting up and turning out the light.

Before leaving, he pulled the blankets up to your chin and made sure you were really asleep. Then, he was briefly distracted by the rain falling outside, and he stood underneath the open window for several minutes, lost in his internal monologue, the occasional rogue drop of rain hitting his face after making its way within.

Be at rest tonight, little one, Loki prayed. I’m afraid things just grew exponentially worse for the both of us.

Finally, he went back to his own room, where he didn’t sleep for a moment the entire night.

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ordinaryschmuck · 3 months

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If Captain Marvel and Valkyrie are meant to be a couple in the MCU, I'd like to think it's more of a casual thing. They're both too busy to commit to a real relationship and are still reeling over the lives THEY lost in life to have something that goes beyond an intergalactic booty call.

Still, they're feeling each other out, listening to the other's heartache, and being there for when one needs the other. And if one wants to make things more official, the other wouldn't be completely against it. They're just keeping it casual.

#marvel cinematic universe #mcu #captain marvel #carol danvers #valkyrie #king valkyrie #mcu valkyrie

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dnvrsmedia · 2 years

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Do you have any Dom Valkyrie headcannons?

DOO IIIII?? well ofc i do! she can use me however she likes

warnings : mentions of somnophilia, edging, collaring, possessiveness & impact play

Val absolutely loves to show you off (when you’re being good)

You definitely follow her around on her King duties in new Asgard

It would be more weird that you weren’t attached to her hip

ANYWAAAAY

she likes to be called king,your majesty, daddy, & sir in bed

anything deemed more masc in titles she loves

BUT when having more romantic and slow sex she loves being called Brunnhilde

she’s so into collaring

she is a dom of all doms so letting people know that you’re her’s gets her off

on your day-to days (depending on her mood) you only need to wear a necklace with her initial on it

on other days, she makes you wear your collar w all the bells & whistles

you love it either way

val is definitely sooooo possessive

oh & i think val absolutely loves pussy worship

she would live between your legs forever if you’d let her

she’s big on praise when you deserve it

and she loooooves hearing you get so worked up for her

she’s such a tease so she def mocks the way you moan when she’s edging you

that’s so hot to me though can we talk abt that 😵‍💫

her fingers pushing and prodding into you just the way she knows you like it

she forces you to make eye contact with her as her mouth is agape, silently mocking the way you scream for her

val laughing in your face when she edges you for the umpteenth time

PHEW

when it comes to punishments though ahh

spanking. so much spanking.

and not just on your ass

not just with her hand but anything she can get her hands on

flogger, riding crop, paddle, belt, you name it she’s used it

she’s also really into somno (oh i’m totally projecting here)

seeing you cry as she fucks you in half just does something for her

buuut! she isn’t always the big bad dom

she truly is a sweetheart

everything she does is to keep you safe

when she became king she realized that the safest place you could ever be is right by her side

she is a sap and hates you admit it

you can see that in her aftercare!

no matter how rough or soft the scene was, she will always take care of you

sweet words of affirmation and gentle kisses!

there’s def so much more maybe i’ll do a pt 2!!!

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liyawritesss · 2 months

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ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ２４－Ｃｕｄｄｌｅｓ

－ A Little Cold Outside - Valkryie/Brunnhilde - Marvel's Thor

－ in which the grounds are still painted white with snow, and Valkyrie suggests and idea to keep warm from the cold.

－ Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

“Shit, it’s cold.”

You aren’t sure why the house hasn’t gotten any warmer. Despite having the heat cranked up and sporting a sweatshirt and sweatpants with fuzzy socks, you, for some reason, can’t seem to retain heat. The amount of discarded tea bags and throw blankets that litter the living room loveseat is also a testament to your feeble attempts at keeping warm.

The Norwegian weather was no joke, and as it crept closer to the colder months, you find yourself getting more frustrated with how to keep warm. You’ve stockpiled more jogging sets than what your poor closet is willing to sustain. If it gets any colder, you’ll have to buy a personal heater for every room in the house so that you don’t turn into a human popsicle.

Then, there’s your girlfriend, Brunnhidle, who finds the weather more than tolerable. In fact, she’s enjoying it.

“Hildie,” you whine as she comes down from her home office, hearing her footsteps take her to the kitchen to likely to refill her mug with the same tea you made earlier, “it’s coooollldd!”

“It is not,” Brunnhilde counters, “it’s perfectly fine in here, darling.”

“No it’s not!” You retort with a pout. “It’s freezing! I’ve spent most of the morning trying to keep warm and nothing’s working!”

“Not even the new thermal jogging set I just bought you?” The royal says as she makes her way into the living room, taking the opportunity to break and check her phone as well. She peers over the back of the couch to see you, curled up under your mass of throw blankets, looking so adorably mad at her teasing.

“I swear, I’m gonna buy a heater for every room in this house when winter sets in. I can’t handle this!”

“Hm,” Brunnhilde hums, now leaning on the back of the couch, “there is one thing you’ve yet to try, darling.”

“And what is that?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed as you look at her quizzingly. Brunnhilde’s face lights up in one of her cheeky smiles, and you know that she’s got something mischievous going on in her mind.

“Meet me upstairs, and I’ll show you.”

“That would require me to leave my spot, and the limited amount of warmth I just started garnering?”

“Trust me, baby, you’ll be way warmer upstairs with me.”

You aren’t sure what idea she’s posing, but the prospect of getting warmer is too good to pass up. And so, after moments have passed and she’s went back upstairs, you, too, peel yourself from the couch (accompanied with a singular throw blanket around your shoulders), and make your teck upstairs to your warm bedroom.

As soon as you come into view of the threshold, you see Brunnhilde between the blankets of your shared bed, still in her somewhat casual loungewear, arms open wide for you to climb into. You purse your lips together to keep from chuckling. “Is this your indirect way of asking me for cuddles?”

“You’re cold, and I need a break from being King. Kills two birds with one stone doesn’t it?”

She’s got a point, you admit. So you give up any ideas you had of teasing her to hell and back for her neediness, and pad your way over to the bed, cuddling up to your lover, tangling your limbs with hers, waiting for the warmth of her body what to set into your own.

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supercap2319 · 2 years

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Valkyrie: “Why do you hate Jane Foster?”

Y/N: “I don’t hate her. I hate that she’s trying to steal my boyfriend from me.”

Valkyrie: “What do you mean?”

Y/N: “She wields Mjölnir and becomes every Asgardian’s wet dream. She had her chance with Thor and now I feel like she’s going to take him away from me.”

Valkyrie: *Smiles gently* “Y/N, Thor is many things. A dumb, arrogant hunk, but a cheater isn’t one of them. He’s not going to abandon you for Jane, and even if he did. He’s not worthy of you.”