#also I'm sure some y'all are gonna be like 'whyd you make Agatha royalty' and my answer to that is just 🤭🤭🤭

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Snapshot Two

Ship: Hela Odinsdottir x Agatha Harkness

Summary: Agatha needs a break from thinking, and her wife helps out.

Word Count: 1k

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings: mistress kink, implied pet play, use of bunny as a pet-name, titty sucking (nursing), dumbification, implied fingering, mostly fluff

The moment Agatha enters the apartment she strips.

She's exhausted from today's work, the pointless meetings, the constant need to be diplomatic lest she accidentally spark a war, and all she wants to do now is turn her thoughts off.

Days like today make her wish she never accepted Mother’s ultimatum.

“Rough day?”

Her wife's voice rings out from the kitchen, and Agatha gathers her clothes into her arms.

“I wanna be braindead.” Agatha complains, headed towards the bedroom in order to deposit her clothes into the laundry bin.

“Must've been really rough if you're begging to be fucked stupid like this.”

Agatha turns around and a whine slips out at the sight of her wife leaning against the door frame.

Hela’s wearing loose pants and nothing else, her lean muscles on blatant display, and Agatha feels flushed with heat as she stares at the older woman’s chest with undisguised want.

“Come here, pet.”

Agatha stumbles forward, her head beginning to spin with exhaustion and lust.

Hela runs a gentle hand through her hair and down her back, before she pulls Agatha flush against her body.

“You just want something simple to do, hm? Something easy, something that doesn't require Mistress’s little one to think?”

Agatha whimpers against Hela’s warm skin, her eyes slipping shut as her mind fuzzes.

Her wife’s hands dip low, cupping her ass, and Agatha allows herself to be lifted up, wrapping her legs around Hela's waist.

She takes a deep, slow breath as the goddess starts to walk, burying her face against the crook of Hela’s shoulder, inhaling the mixed scent of fresh linen, and something earthy that's unique to only her wife.

When Hela settles back against the couch cushions, Agatha shifts, curling up within her wife’s embrace, and the low chuckle that emits from the older woman vibrates against her.

Tender fingers gently run across the simple band that rests on Agatha’s forehead, and she can't help how she goes limp with relief when her wife dissolves it into the ether of magic.

Only Hela is permitted to even merely touch the sign of Agatha's right to rule, and it's only Hela who Agatha will ever wholly submit to.

When Hela dips her head down in order to press a kiss against Agatha's lips, her body buzzes, and she feels untethered, adrift in the dark sea of calm that is her wife’s presence.

“There isn't anyone home behind those pretty eyes, is there, pet?” Hela smirks as she pulls away, one of her thumbs tugging down on Agatha's bottom lip, keeping her mouth slightly agape.

When all Agatha can do is whine in response, Hela shakes her head.

“I don't know why you insist on working yourself so hard like this, bunny. Mistress could take over for you. Wouldn't that be nice? To never have to worry about a thing again?”

Hela frequently does this, frequently attempts to use Agatha's need against her, to gain more power.

And the truth is, it would be nice to simply hand over her crown and throne and call it a day, it would be nice to never have to think a thought of her own again.

But Hela, while technically a witch, is not of the people Agatha rules over, and does not have the right blood or magic running through her veins.

Even in her fuzzed out headspace, she's aware enough to shake her head in clear rejection.

Hela huffs, but she's well used to Agatha's refusal, and only pinches the soft skin of her upper arm in a reprimand for not agreeing to her.

Agatha squirms, but doesn't protest.

“Tired.” She manages to get out.

Hela sighs, and then shifts her arms, so that she's cradling Agatha instead of merely holding her.

When her wife guides her head towards a breast, Agatha knows what she wants, and obediently parts her lips as it meets warm flesh, and her eyes flutter closed as she begins to suckle.

It's soothing, and it completely shuts her mind off, and when Hela slides into her with two fingers, she relaxes into the sensation of being completely at Mistress’s mercy.

“There's a good little bunny.”

Mistress's honey-smooth voice sends Agatha further into the empty bliss that's blanketing her mind, and she doesn't need to do anything but bask in the warmth that is Mistress.

All she has to do is let herself be cared for.

She doesn't have to think, she doesn't have to speak, she doesn't have to move.

She only needs to be.

She floats for a long time, finding comfort in the utter emptiness her mind has become, and she's entirely unaware of the passage of time.

It doesn't really matter, it's not something necessary for her to keep track of.

That's what Mistress is for, to take care of her.

Because Agatha is Mistress’s, and Mistress always takes care of her property.

It isn't until Hela is tucking her in that Agatha realizes she's been moved at all.

When she makes a noise of confusion her wife shushes her, soothing a hand over the top of her hair, brushing it back.

“As much as I would like to use your pretty body for myself, you need proper rest more, pet. You really have been working that poor little brain of yours too hard.”

Agatha whines, struggling to move her arms upwards, wanting the warmth of Hela’s body, craving the skin to skin contact.

“Hush, bunny.”

Despite the reprimand, Agatha can feel the bed dip, and then her wife's arms are encircling her, tugging her close, and she sighs with content, her eyes once more slipping shut.

She's lucky, she knows.

Hela may be the only person Agatha will allow to see her vulnerable, but Agatha is the only person Hela ever treats with any sort of tenderness.

In that way, they have marked each other as special.

As equal.

There's a rumble that vibrates from Hela’s chest as she hums a chant softly.

Agatha relaxes, and she falls peacefully asleep to the calming sound.