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𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟…?

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Lonely

Summary: Hela x Fem!OC

Inspiration from the song This Side of Paradise by Coyote Theory 

Warning: physical abuse

The first time Hela and Valora meet.

A/N: First time posting my work on Tumblr. Hope you like it! Thanks for reading if you all do end up reading it-

Day after day and night after night. The same routine, wake up, eat, train, try to impress her father only to have him continue to ignore her and sleep once more. But one day, she couldn’t take it. She left the castle while it was still dark, no one suspected such a thing when it came to loyal young Hela. In human years she could be seen as nine, but she was already a couple of centuries old. 

She hid out in a garden, her thoughts eating away at her. Her father trained her to be strong. None of what she was doing at the moment. Her thoughts began to eat away at her. She went to sleep cold and in anguish. She woke up to the sunlight and laughter. She awoke in a frenzy before catching her bearings. From afar she could see glimpses of children her age running around. How she wished to enjoy the day like them… Odin would never allow her to speak to the children of Asgard. Afraid they would taint her fire and strength.

She was alone. Wholly alone. It was eating away at her; no one knew, her father never cared, no one took notice, and she herself was in her own state of hysteria.

But that seemed to change within an instant.

Hela quickly hid in the darker part of the garden as she heard a door open then close. Footsteps making their way throughout the garden. Hela’s eyes widened ever so slightly at the sight of the Asgardian, she looked about her age, if not younger. Hela’s heart was quickly taken. She was a brunette, hair down to her shoulders, her build was slim fit. Her eyes were a beautiful hazel, she then noticed her eye color closer to her irises were shades of blue and green.

What caught her attention the most was the small wistful smile that played on the girl’s lips as the laughter of children continued. An instrument was then thrown in the garden, causing both of them to jump. It then rolled towards Hela and came to a stop in front of her. Her cover was blown. By a simple toy. Her gaze raised to look at the girl once more. To find the girl looking at her, eyes wide with surprise and awe. 

Hela wanted to run. But her body wouldn’t listen to her, her nerves straining as she saw the girl walk towards her, only to stop in front of her and crouch down to her level. She simply stared at her down, eyes beaming. A closed smile was very apparent on her face, she then hit her lip and looked away from her in thought. She looked at the toy, picked it up, turned to where they heard the children, reared her arm back and threw it out. Hela could hear gasps and shrieks from the children. The girl sighed, body posture slumping before quickly returning to its posture. She looked over her shoulder with a big smile.

She then quickly stood up and went back inside. There were a few moments of silence before the door swung open and slammed shut. Padded feet rushed towards her direction. Hela summoned a small dagger into her hand, prepared for anything that could be a danger to her. She curled her form ready to attack, once she noticed the girl with a bowl of fruit in her hands with a big smile on her face, she instantly pacified. 

The girl placed the bowl in front of her and crouched down wrapping her arms around her shins as her eyes remained on Hela. Hela was hesitant at first but was quickly calmed when the girl grabbed a strawberry from the bowl and ate it. She then looked at her curiously when she reached for another and held it out to her. 

When she spoke, she felt her loneliness ebb away, “I’m Valora. Valora Windstrum.” Hela moved herself forward and took a bite out of the strawberry outstretched to her. Neither of them seemed to be phased with the action. Valora simply giggled, while Hela chewed on her food with a frown on her face. 

She spoke after she finished chewing, “The name’s Hela.�� She noticed Valora raise an eyebrow, she herself raised an eyebrow in question.

“As in, Odin’s firstborn?” She instantly froze, tensing once again. 

“You’d be right.” This caused Valora to grin. “I didn’t expect any visitors, but I’m glad to be graced in your presence, my princess.” She then bowed her head slightly, only to be stopped by Hela.

“Just Hela.” Valora nodded and remained quiet after. “Y’know, I’ve been wondering, why’d they scream, hm?” She quickly caught the sudden change in both her behavior and the weather, “I apologize, I shouldn’t have asked.” Valora shook her head. A slow drizzle began to fall. 

“No, I shouldn’t have acted this way. Um, you see… I have certain abilities that I have… developed.” Hela was about to speak, that was until the door slammed open. 

“VALORA!” Hela watched as Valora’s color drain from her. Fear settling itself in her soul. The drizzle changed quickly into heavy wind, heavy rain, with thunder and lightning. Valora looked around in panic, “H-here! Hide behind the bushes!” She took Hela by the shoulders and gently guided her into the shadows of the bushes. Hela was too shocked to respond. Waves of euphoria coursed through her from Valora’s touch. But it was quickly taken when Valora left her. 

Hela could only watch as a man came into view and grabbed her by the hair. Hela waited for Valora to do anything, but she only let out silent tears. The rain washed them away, but Hela knew better. She didn’t know what she was feeling for the girl. 

Everything seemed to fade when the children from outside seemed to appear and take turns beating her. All of them laughed as she held her arms over her head in defense, placed into a fetal position. Hela could only see red after.

When the red faded, she could see her necro-swords impaling some of the offenders. While the others were heavily wounded. She couldn’t find Valora though, panic raised within her but as soon as she turned around, she was enveloped in warmth. Her body moved on its own as she embraced the person holding her. 

“Th- -ou-” What a familiar voice. “Hela?” Valora. Hela’s gaze went to the girl. Smile prominent even with the bruises and wounds that littered all over her body. Hela hummed slightly before hugging her and rolling her eyes. She swiftly lifted Valora into her hold, having her straddle her as she began to leave the garden.

“W-wait!” Hela stopped and slowly looked over her shoulder. 

“Best if you keep quiet. You dare not speak to me, you filthy commoner…” Her voice conveyed she wasn’t joking, it seemed to her that these people weren’t well informed about who she was.

“Now, kid… just who do you think you're talking to?”

“How dare you address I, Odin’s firstborn, with such disrespect.” The man seemed to finally realize his error. 

“I-I apologize to you, your highness…it’s just…”

“NO.” Everything is still. She could hear the man’s breath hitch in fear. A smile unknowingly crept onto Hela’s face. “You have no say in what I do with her. For all I care, you can forget about her.” With that she turned to face forward once again and made her way out, back to the castle. It was quiet throughout the time it took to get there. 

Hela suddenly stopped, “I’m sorry, I wanted to ask you this earlier, but I was wondering… if you’d come be lonely… with me?…” Hela felt her face heat up at how idiotic she asked the question. But she couldn’t find the right words for it. She’s never not been lonely, she didn’t even know what to call the connection of people, for she never experienced it.

Her thoughts were suddenly taken with Valora’s grip tightening around her. She felt the girl nod into her shoulder slowly before moving towards her ear.

“I would love to be lonely with you, thank you, Hela.” Hela hummed before continuing on her path. 

“Hela!” A young brunette woman around the age of twenty waved towards Hela’s direction. It has been centuries since that fateful day their souls met, and it seems that they continue to teach each other. Hela could feel herself smile as the woman approached. 

She held her arms out for her, the brunette quickly understood and began to run her way. When she felt she was close enough to Hela she threw herself at her, making Hela laugh, “Oh… Valora…” Hela began to spin while holding Valora. When she began to feel dizzy, she stopped. Valora giggled as they came to a stop.

It then fell silent between them, their gaze remained on the other’s eyes. Valora’s eyes still had their beautiful gleam to them. They still showed what she found to be the firm love and admiration she held for her as well. 

Hela would admit, without Valora by her side, she wouldn’t have known what compassion and love was. But she felt every ounce of it when it came to Valora. 

Hela let out a hum, “How is your training as both the Goddess of Seasons and Weather?” Hela smiled when Valora gave a pout.

“Not as easy and fun as training with you…” She grumbled. Hela raised an eyebrow as a smirk began to form.

“Fleeing from practice, are we?” Valora laughed and shook her head. 

“We both know who’s the one more capable out of the two of us to flee successfully…” Hela hummed in agreement. “After all, it was just a break, I was growing frustrated, meaning…” She then looked away. Hela quickly took her by the chin and turned her to face her. 

“You caused a drought to occur…” She could see that Valora was quite shaken, so she pulled her into her form. Running her hand through her soft tresses to help her relax, as well as, placing kisses on her forehead in comfort and understanding.

Bit by bit she felt Valora relax in her hold. That was until she tensed again. Hela felt it too, the change in the atmosphere, they were being watched. Valora nuzzled her head into Hela’s neck in hopes to hide away, Hela allowed her to do so. Her attention then went to the castle to find a familiar face watching them from the balcony. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of her father.

Surprisingly, it was never Valora afraid of her, but Valora was terrified of Odin. From the moment Hela brought her in, he seemed to have a vendetta against her. Hela explained why he did so, but it seemed that as their relationship grew stronger, he seemed to target her more and more.

He seemed to hate the strength Valora gave to Hela. Since bringing Valora into their home Hela seemed to stop seeking his approval. No longer chasing her father but instead feeling cared for and appreciated by Valora. Where she could not find strength and support in her father, she found it with Valora. Many from Asgard have spoken that she may be even stronger than her own father. 

“I think that’s enough training for today, don’t you?” She felt Valora nod. She made the initiative to lift her into a bridal style hold. With one last look at her father as walked inside, heading for their shared chambers.

They’d officially completed their training as goddesses. Hela was now Odin’s Executioner and right hand when it came to conquering more of the cosmos, and Valora was now given the duty to keep Asgardians crops plentiful. Valora being able to rein in her emotions from affecting her abilities.  

Their bond is ever so strong. Though Valora began to feel as though they were growing distant. That Hela was growing distant the more she left for conquering other lands. The once happy woman now looked as if she was the shell of who she once was. When Valora came to greet her with open arms Hela just walked past her as if she meant nothing to her. 

Hela knew she shouldn’t have done it. But after what her father told her, she needed to make sure that Valora wouldn’t be deemed associated with her and her actions. It hurt her more than anything not to hold her tightly, but they needed the distance so Valora wouldn’t be brought into the middle of things. 

She hoped Valora would follow her but when she looked back, she found that she hadn’t. Later throughout the night she’d hope that Valora would come into their shared chambers, only to be disappointed when she didn’t. Instead, she came in the morning, Hela had been up the whole night; missing Valora’s warmth. When she heard the door open and close, she played as if she were truly sleeping. She didn’t hear any footsteps but, in the end, she did hear a sniffle. She felt a hand caress her cheek, she couldn’t help but lean into the warmth, a small smile coming across her face, she then felt water droplets fall on her face, stopping her smile. 

She knew she needed to explain her behavior. She couldn’t do this to her lover. She slowly placed her hand on the one caressing her cheek and opened her eyes. Her heart was wrenching in pain at the sight of anguish within her eyes.

She took a deep breath before speaking, “My dove… I hope you know I don’t mean to be so distant…” Her curiosity began to spark. “I’m planning something… I can’t tell you because if it backfires, I will not have you be seen as an accomplice…” A new wave of tears began to trickle down Valora’s face. Hela sat up and moved to the edge of the bed to hold her. 

She realized what needed to be done. Her father was heavily against it but at this point she couldn’t care less. She stood up and moved forward to only kneel down, holding onto her hand with both of hers. 

“If you wish… I ask that you marry me and marry me now, my love… Once linked you won't have to question where my loyalties lie, for we will be able to hear and feel each other's thoughts and emotions.” Hela removed her right hand and held her palm up, slowly manifesting an onyx ring with an emerald gem. “What do you say?” Valora had become speechless at Hela’s confession, relief coursing through her. The marriage proposal was an added bonus. Valora could only throw herself at Hela in joy. Enveloping Hela’s lips with her own. 

“Yes…” She noticed Hela’s smile widened, she took Valora’s left hand and placed the ring on her ring finger. A silk string began to wrap itself around their hands.

“We need to complete the ceremony… we need to bind our blood together and then we’d be considered wed by our ancestors.” Hela manifested a dagger and sliced her palm first, blood pooling on the floor between them. She then offered it to Valora to which she accepted and followed.

They then placed their bleeding palms together. It was silent for moments; they then began to feel a burning sensation throughout their bodies. Just as it began, it ended, the string melding into their skin. When their eyes met, they knew that they would never be alone again. For they had each other, forever. No matter what were to change in the near future, for Hela would leave something of hers behind.

Life. 

[hersheysmcboom]

(After hela is freed and meets the Mandarin)

Wenwu: if only she hadn’t wanted you, YOU WHO ONLY LOVED YOUR DOGS AND KNIVES !!

Hela: wrong, I loved two people in my life, and now they’re both gone.

[heylolita00]

[emeraldxphoenix]

A snort into their drink. “Dead. Or at least, I hope she is, otherwise I should be watching my back more than I already am.”

~ @emeraldxphoenix || liked for a lilith starter ~

"You have a hot sister, don't you? Where is she?"

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All I Wanted Was You

[Thor Odinson x Female!Reader]

Synopsis: Thor had always been there to protect you, save you, and love you… Until he couldn't.

WC: 3540

Category: Heavy Angst, Some hurt/comfort, mentions of Loki, Hela, and Heimdall {TW warning: Thanos and “evil squidward” — I know his name but I think Tony’s nickname is too iconic}

So I recently rewatched Infinity War, and of course watching Thor cry over losing literally everyone else he cares for in the first 15 minutes of the movie sparked my writer heart {finally} and after listening to Paramore we have this hot mess of angst (also why are all my Thor fics so angsty when he’s the definition of fluff?? I live for the drama I guess)

And just for the record, we don’t talk about the fact that I have thousands of requests and this isn’t even one of them 💀😭

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They say fear lies in the unknown. In the absence of facts and knowledge, the mind creates a world of illusions. If you believe your own fears, they become reality.

So what happens when the thing you fear the most is taken from you? When everything else falls to nothing? When the world is turned upside down?

You're left with a feeling that can only be described as the deepest pain imaginable.

You're left with nothing but your fear.

Your heart was racing so fast, and your breaths were short. You could feel every single muscle in your body tense up as the unnamed alien man dragged you further and further into the unknown.

The trip back to Earth, back to your sanctuary of a home, was nothing but a blur. After everything that had gone down within Asgard, including Asgard's destruction, all you could think about was your lover. Your other half.

Thor.

He was in pain, and not just physically. You had been separated due to his secretive, power-hungry sister, to where he’d left you alone with his kind-hearted people to find his father, only to disappear and leave you alone with the slaughtering of the Asgardians.

The people you’ve met that very day ended up slaughtered by Hela. Some took you by the hand, guiding and shielding you for protection against the God of Death and her henchmen. Others, you could tell, were more than just scared; they were terrified. The ones that were too slow or the ones that decided to fight back were killed within an instant.

You were no warrior. You were a simple, plain human who somehow caught the eye of the mighty Thor Odinson, and for some reason, he was in love with you.

So, while everyone else fought against Hela and her henchmen, you ran. Thor had left you there in assurance of your safety, thinking the search for his father with Loki, of all people, would be too risky for you, but in reality, you would have rather been with him. At least then, if you were to die, you could have been in the arms of the one you love.

Miraculously, you had survived the fall of Asgard and the escape from Surtur. You had no clue how. Maybe you were just lucky, or perhaps it was the grace of the Allfather. Even Heimdall, the man who saw everything, didn’t see you making it out alive.

But, when Thor had found you in the throne room cornered by some henchmen, it became a fact that Heimdall couldn’t see everything; after all.

The moment your eyes had met, the moment you heard the sound of metal against flesh, the moment his strong, powerful, protective arms wrapped around your fragile, vulnerable, weak form, and the moment his lips kissed the top of your head, you were safe.

Safe.

The only time you felt genuinely safe was when you were with Thor. His mere presence made you feel at ease. Like nothing could ever touch you or hurt you because he wouldn't let it.

He would protect you no matter the cost. He’d die for you, give his life for you, and go to the depths of Hell and back for you. He loved you, and that was something you could never understand.

Why would such a mighty god, a king, and a warrior want to love a simple human like yourself? A clumsy one at that.

You weren’t special in any way. You were ordinary.

But Thor, he was extraordinary.

The God of Thunder, a king and a warrior, a prince and a protector.

He was everything you were not.

It wasn't just the physical things that made him great, too, but the things that were inside.

Thor was a good man. A caring man. One who always thought about others and not himself.

Thor had his moments, yes, but no one is perfect. Not even a god. But the thing that made you love him, that made you want him, and the thing that made you feel safe was his heart.

That was the only part of him you could understand. The way he cared. The way he loved. The way he could make anyone smile. The way he could bring light to anyone's dark.

That's what makes a man a man. And that's why you loved him.

Even now, with one eye, a missing hammer, and a lost kingdom, he was still your everything.

And now you were reunited after being separated again. The only problem was the circumstances.

You and Thor had been in an intimate moment. The relief of having you back in his arms, the adrenaline pumping through your veins from surviving such a tragedy, had you both desperate.

He had pinned you against the wall, his hands brushing your hair away from your face to get a better look at you before he pressed his lips to yours in a soft kiss. He was always so gentle with you. The teasing and playful nips at your bottom lip were proof of that.

But the sudden sight of a ship out the large window you’d stared out of moments before the kiss broke your concentration.

Thor had pulled apart almost immediately, the feeling of his beard no longer tickling your face, but the heat of his breath and the sweet taste of his lips was still there.

It didn't take long before Thor was following your eyes, seeing for himself what had pulled you from him.

A sense of dread washed over you when you noticed how he tensed and his grip on your waist tightened. This wasn’t another Asgardian ship; no, this was something far more dangerous. You could tell by the look in Thor's eye, his non-missing eye.

Then, within seconds, he grabbed hold of your arm and yanked you out of the room. Your heart was pounding as you started yelling questions at him, trying to understand what was going on.

But, when he hit the button that sealed the room you were once in and shielded you within his arms, the panic started to set in.

That's when everything began to blur.

You remembered the sound of explosions. The tearing of metal. The screams. The smell of burning.

It all came crashing down.

Loki had come around the corner, and seeing his expression, it didn’t take much to realize what was going on.

If Loki, the God of Mischief and Lies, was terrified, then that meant something big was going down.

Thor was yelling orders, shouting commands. You could barely make out what he was saying, but you knew he was telling you to stay behind him.

Stay behind him.

Always stay behind him.

Then it changed to get the hell off the ship.

Then, to run.

Run.

Run.

Run.

The last thing you remember was looking back as you sprinted down the halls, seeing your love, your other half, the king, the prince, the protector, your Thor, fighting some creature with his bare hands.

His face was so determined. He wasn’t going down without a fight. You ran to where he had told you to go, the escape pods where Val was helping others into. You got there and saw her eyes. They were wide and full of worry.

Something was wrong. Something was terribly wrong.

The sound of an explosion brought you back to the present.

Val grabbed you by the wrist and dragged you toward a pod. You could feel the adrenaline pumping through your veins and, your heart was racing so fast, and your breaths were short.

All you could think about was Thor. Where was he? Was he alright?

No.

He was not.

As soon as you entered the pod and Val had closed you in it, it was suddenly torn apart. The supposed sliding door had been ripped from its hinges.

The metal that you rested your back upon started to give, and the feeling of moving forward caused your heart to leap.

You were launched out and onto the floor.

It took a second to gain your bearings. You looked up and saw Val. She was fighting, and you were thankful to see her, but it was a short-lived relief.

The… thing she was fighting, the blue alien, grabbed hold of her and flung her across the ship. She landed somewhere near a pod and didn't move. You remembered screaming for her, but she didn't budge.

That's when the creature turned his attention to you.

You tried to move, but the metal that was supposed to hold the pod in place had you pinned.

You tried to pry the metal from your skin, but your weak and vulnerable body couldn’t break the bond.

The alien slowly moved towards you and, in a swift movement, had ripped the metal away.

He was so close, and you had no idea what was going on, who he was, or what his intentions were.

When you felt his large, rough, and cold hand wrap around the back of your neck, panic started to set in. You wanted to kick and scream, but all you could do was stare at the beast before you.

And thus, you were dragged away from the evacuation site and thrown into a separate area. You came to the conclusion that whoever this was, it seemed to be a metal bender or something similar due to his abilities.

All you saw was a demented blue face with squid-like features, staring down at you as he threw you around like a rag doll.

The fifth time he threw you, you landed roughly on the floor, causing your shoulder to make a loud crack noise and the pain to shoot through your body. Your hands landed on something soft, softer than the floor, and when you looked down, you realized the blue thing had thrown you into a room full of corpses.

But it wasn’t just any corpses. The one you had specifically landed upon had been the body of the man you had recently become close friends with, Thor’s friend, Heimdall.

Tears immediately pooled in your eyes, and your breathing became ragged. You tried to sit up and pull your body off of Heimdall in respect, but the pain shooting through your arm and back kept you frozen in place.

The lifeless eyes of the man who saw everything were open, and for once, he was staring at nothing. It was a haunting image.

The tears were now falling, and a sob escaped your lips. You wanted to curl up into a ball and cry. You wanted to scream and shout. You wanted to fight and claw at the alien that took until it bled. But all you could do was lay there, unable to move and weep.

Then, a voice caught your attention. It was deep, and it was coming from the alien that had brought you to this place.

His eyes were no longer focused on you, but they were somewhere else. He was talking to someone.

“Boss,” it spoke, his voice deep and gravelly. You couldn’t bear to look at the being. Not when you were face to face with the lifeless body of the gatekeeper. “There’s a human woman here. A pathetic one, no doubt, but one nonetheless. Should we end her? Or leave her to rot like the others?"

A silence filled the air, and you had no idea what was going on, who he was speaking with, or who was giving him instructions. You could’ve looked. You could have glanced up at the thing, and seen for yourself, but you too were afraid.

Your eyes remained glued to the golden ones that were once filled with light and wisdom.

There was silence, and then a loud, deep, thump. It had startled you, but it wasn't anything like the explosion of the ship, no, it sounded more like a boot or a shoe had come in contact with metal. But, it was loud enough to grab your attention.

You didn’t move. Your eyes didn't stray.

But, your body trembled in fear.

Suddenly, you heard his voice, and it sounded more terrifying than any sound that had echoed in the air prior. It was even deeper, and even more frightening than the other.

“I think not. We have use of her."

He had a deep and gravelly voice, but it was smooth. Calm. Almost friendly.

Then, a large, purple foot, appeared in your vision, and slowly, the purple being leaned down and stared at you. His gaze was strong, and piercing. You wanted to look away, but you couldn’t. You were too terrified to move, speak, or breathe.

Again, it wasn’t human. It was an alien. And a big one, at that.

He had no hair, only a helmet. His skin was purple and he wore strange looking clothing, including a golden glove that had both a bright purple stone and a blue one.

You’ve never seen such a creature before. You thought those dark elves were terrifying, but they were nothing compared to this man.

And for some reason, he was looking at you like you were an ant, and he was the boot that would crush you.

In fact, he was looking at you with pity, and it confused the hell out of you.

But, when his hand moved, and his fingers had touched the soft strand of your hair, you couldn't help but flinch.

The moment his fingers made contact with you, though, you heard a loud grunt. One that didn’t sound alienated or distorted. It was clear, and you could tell who it was, instantly.

Your head shot up, ignoring the pain in your arm, and the moment your eyes met his, everything stopped.

Everything.

It was Thor.

Your Thor. Your everything.

He was in front of you the entire time, and you had no clue.

The tears were falling. They were falling hard and fast, and you couldn’t stop them. And for once, it wasn’t because of relief.

Thor was encased with metal. His arms and legs were pinned by it. He was bleeding from his head, and he was covered in bruises.

He looked like hell and gave off the same energy.

He was struggling to free himself. That’s what the sounds were. The grunts, the heavy breathing, and the loud thumping. He was trying to get out of his prison to get to you. To save you.

The alien was staring down at you. His eyes were dark and intimidating, but his presence was even more so. He was the embodiment of terror.

Then, without any warning, he grabbed you by the throat.

It was an unexpected move. He had picked you up by the neck with just one hand. He had a grip so tight you couldn't breathe, and the pressure on your throat was unbearable.

You could hear Thor screaming. Yelling.

You could barely hear what he was saying. Your ears were ringing, and the pain of the hand wrapped around your throat was all you could focus on.

But, you could see him. You could see him perfectly.

You saw his blue eye and the patch that covered the missing one. You saw the stubble along his chin. The slight scar that was just below the patch. The wrinkles on his forehead.

You could see it all.

And the look of desperation and horror. It broke you.

You couldn’t take it anymore. It was too much.

Then, in the blink of an eye, you felt release.

You fell to the floor and started gasping for air. It was like the moment the alien released his grip on you, everything began again. The world, your thoughts, the chaos.

It was all there, and you couldn’t keep up.

“I see it now.” You heard the voice of the alien say. Your vision was blurry, and your eyes were still stinging from the tears, but you could make him out if only a bit.

He was now standing, towering over you, but he wasn’t looking at you. No, he was looking at Thor; his eyes were focused on the god, which sent a chill down your spine.

When dealing with Hela, you find yourself recovering with confidence. She could’ve easily killed you with a snap of her finger, but when she demanded your name, you had spat in her face and gave a smile.

Even though Thor wasn’t there at that moment, you somehow knew he’d be coming back to put an end to her, and you would be safe. It was like a sixth sense that came and made you stop panicking and running.

And, even though he technically didn’t put her down, he still was your knight in shining armor. It was the same with the dark elves and even with Loki.

They were all terrifying, yes, but somehow, you knew that Thor would save the day.

Now, though, it was different. You weren’t scared or panicked; no, you were terrified.

The fact that Thor was trapped and was physically in pain, the fact that Heimdall and more innocent Asgardians were lying on the floor, dead, and the fact that Loki was missing and Val was knocked unconscious, it had all hit you at once.

You felt like you were suffocating, and it only worsened when the alien spoke again.

“I was questioning why a mortal was amongst a group of Asgardians, how such a fragile being could survive so long among gods. I wondered, but I see it now. You have been blessed by one, and the last, of Odin's children."

The alien's attention was back on you, and the intensity of his gaze had you trembling. He was staring at you, looking through you, and reading you like a book.

"What a pitiful yet fortunate creature you are."

It was like the oxygen had been sucked from your lungs, and when he moved, you found yourself flinching and scooting backward.

He had leaned down again, and his large hand had grabbed the side of your face. The feeling of his skin on yours made your skin crawl, and the urge to vomit was growing.

Thor wasn’t having it. He was thrashing about; the metal that was encasing his body was bending and stretching with each move.

His cries of anger and the desperation in his eyes were heartbreaking. And it was only shut up by the alien who had taken you. A piece of metal flew to Thor’s mouth and held it in place, preventing him from yelling.

More grunts and muffled noises could be heard from the god, but you could no longer see him now. The purple man was blocking your view.

But, despite that, he was still talking to Thor.

"It is a shame, Thor Odinson. I take pity on the both of you, and I apologize, for it seems that fate has not been kind to either of you. But, we must make sacrifices. It is unfortunate that your beloved had to be one of them."

Then, suddenly, the alien turned his gaze back to you, and his dark eyes bore into yours. He was staring directly into your soul.

"Fear not, small child,” he said, his voice sounding almost calm. “You will not have to endure the pain and suffering as I did.”

The words that left his mouth did not give you comfort. It was quite the opposite.

Thor came back into your viewpoint as the purple man had moved, and when your eyes met his, all you saw was a mixture of panic and despair.

Thor's expression had you feeling a type of way. You could feel your stomach sink.

You weren’t dumb. You were far from it.

You knew where this was going, and your mind was screaming, screaming for you to do something, anything.

Run.

Fight.

Scream.

Just do something.

But all you did was stare. Stare at the man that you loved. The man that loved you. The man who had saved you countless times.

But he couldn’t save you now, even when you cried out his name in a soft voice, that frail, humane part of you begging him with your eyes to stop this from happening.

To stop it from hurting.

He couldn’t.

All he could do was look at you, look as you were taken. Look as you were pulled away from him.

All he could do was stare and scream.

It was the loudest, most horrific sound you had ever heard. It was worse than the explosion.

It was worse than anything.

It was the cry of a man who had just lost the last thing that gave him purpose.

It was the sound of a god being torn to pieces.

And it was all because of you.

That was the last thing you heard. That was the last image that burned itself into your brain.

The sound of Thor and his desperate screams was the last thing you remembered.

Everything after that was darkness.

No memories, no thoughts, nothing.

Just darkness.

All he wanted was you.

All he needed was you.

And now, all he had left was the memory of you: that and his broken heart.

[senhorita-girassol]

I've been thinking about this for days and I need to share because I haven't seen anyone talking about it yet.

Just look at these women and read what I have to say, then tell me if you agree and what you think about it.

Rio and Hela are similar, two women with black hair who like green and black clothes. Lovers of sharp blades, they have links with death, green magic, iconic entrance scenes, they are intense and violent.

Bonus: Hela has a problem her father, just like Agatha, her father tried to kill her because she was out of his control. They were betrayed by their sisters, their family. They both have problems with their parents. And both have a pet.

If Agatha has a type of woman, can we say that this would be the type? We can joke and say yes, I can imagine it, it would be funny.

Now put the three of them in a room, lock the door and tell me that the feeling Agatha would have is of being in heaven and hell, she wouldn't know if she would love or not.

Now imagine if Hela was banished to Earth and met Rio and Agatha at the time they were getting to know each other? Imagine these three together romantically... that's all I have to say about that (or not).

(I use the translator due to lack of command of the language, so some words may be wrong, sorry.)

[peachy-ash]

𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 …?

[therese-lokidottir]

What if...? Rant

What If…? has almost been an amalgamation of my feelings on the MCU because some of it has been generally good, some of it has been interesting ideas I wish had more time and focus. Some of it has been the worst trash imaginable.

The basic premise of character doing another character's thing is fine. However, episodes like the Hela episode demonstrate the heights this concept can reach. This show can utilize opportunities that the main MCU has lost in exploring certain characters or taking a different look at characters. But then there are other times in which it shows how Marvel will just shoot itself in the foot for no reason.

I understand given the format rushing through things is going to happen. But What If…? does have the modern MCU tendency to ignore if not just outright forget continuity to make its premise happen. They just wanted Ultron to get the infinity stones logic to be damned, they just want to put the scepter in Loki's hands because it's iconic even though there's no reason for him to have it here. It's hard not to get annoyed by that, especially when it's meant to be a deviation from what happened not something new entirely.

The blatant and annoying favoritism MCU does. The premise of the show is meant to be an anthology, but 3 out of 9 episodes are devoted to Peggy Carter. For me, it ruined the character, because she went from a character with flaws to someone's shallow wish fulfillment. That tweet about Captain Carter kicking off feminism pushed it over the edge for me. One white woman in the military means single women got the right to credit cards, no-fault divorce, and reproductive rights. Because Peggy Carter punched people, that's all it ignoring the other women in the ally's militaries making efforts, it was all Captain Carter? Even though she's never shown advocating for anyone but herself, feminism just happened because of her, for her.

The Strange Supreme is the quintessential example of Marvel having a character go crazy and or turn evil for no reason. Like, why? They had a great self-contained tragic story and the follow-up of redemption. That is not just an MCU thing, that is a very Marvel thing to do that to a character.

Also having Thanos be sympathetic is never going to win any favors with me.

I won't lie I don't like how What If…? portrays, it comes across like it hates the character. Having him take over the world when he had no motive to do so, having Natasha be able to kick him even though he meant to be super strong and tough, and 1602 comes across as weirdly homophobic. Like, if you've looked into the history of queer coding villains, that's what it comes across as, making fun of Loki for these foppish aspects when originally his queer traits were something fans liked about. It all just feels like marvel further burning the bridge.

Like with modern MCU it's hard not to be pessimistic with What If…? especially with its favoritism of some characters and disregard for others.

[sparklefiists]

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Triggers: lights (flashing, psychedelic, bright, sparks), violence (fights, death, maiming, choking), fire.

[cm-top-10]

C.M. Top 10: Favorite Marvel Girls

The Marvel Universe is full of powerful super-women. Some iconic, others who're the underdogs. & those who are too sexy for their suits. So here's 10 featuring my favorite gals of the Marvel Universe.

Which is your favorite Marvel Heroine &/or Villianess? You be the judge of that.

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1. Spiderverse - Spider Gwen

2. What If...? - Black Widow (last survivor)

3. What If...? - Captain Carter

4. She-Hulk District Attorney - She-Hulk

5. Avengers Earth's Mightest Heroes - Wasp

6. Hulk/She-Hulk comic series - Grey She-Hulk

7. Midnight Suns - Magik

8. Hulk Comics - Red She-Hulk

9. Ultimate Alliance 3 - Hela

10. Marvel Comics - Storm

[words-of-heroes]

Peter honestly doesn't know what to think anymore, especially the more that Hela speaks. When she pulls away, it's as if she's pulling a piece of his heart with her, and he can't help but flinch at the distance she puts between them. His questions hadn't been meant to push her away.

He wants to believe her; he wants to believe every syllable of every word. But he had been taught that the book she held in her possession was one of the most dangerous items in the universe, and in all other universes as well. How could something like that possibly do good without causing harm as well? He doesn't think she was lying when she said that she wasn't being malicious in her actions. But at the same time... something in the back of his mind is telling him that he shouldn't be taking her word so easily. That there was something he was missing. But he has no proof that he can't trust her; only years of proof that he can.

Even with how she looks now - desperation in every fiber of her being, the poison of such overwhelming power marring her skin - all he can see is the girl he loves. The same girl who holds him through nightmares and panic attacks, just as he does for her. The same girl whose smile could change his horrible day into a wonderful one. And even with so many signs urging him not to follow her...

"Okay," he says finally. "What can I do to help?"

"You don't have to do this..."

Continued from x

[nirvanadearum]

[Firma] Clouds

Creatated by: Balam.

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Firma hecha para el reto de Dix Inmortal "El Gran Reto de Códigos".

Es una firma sumamente sencilla con colores modificables.

La imagen se modifican al tamaño elegido, automáticamente.

Fuente principal: Stone & Stea.

No lleva iconos o links predefinidos pero puedes agregar estos últimos de Remix Icon.

Cualquier duda no tengan miedo de mandar un ask con Hermes que ya no está de vacaciones, juramos encerrar a Cerberus en su respectiva casita para que no les muerda.

--cl0ud: color de las nubes, fondo link y letra zona texto. --cllch: color de letras grandes, borde abajo imagen y . --snnd: color de texto chico y sombra en texto grande. --shdw: color borde letras grandes y la lunita.

Todos los colores se pueden usar en forma hexadecimal o rgba sin problema.

Algo sencillo, ciertamente lo pensé como una firma bonita de "adorno" y no a que lleve algo elaborado esa suele ser Hela :v así que espero les guste.

¡Nos vemos para el siguiente código!

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@elalmacen-rp

[rom-e-o]

I'm just seeing a teenage Connie in that orange daisy dress with white gogo boots and cute braids with butterfly barrettes and a little pink beret.

First off, the necklace feels SO MADE for Bess! It feels like the one she wears in TS4, and it is so iconic for her.

Paisley would be very outside Connie's comfort zone, but she tries it an adores it! I can see her wearing this back home for a trip to the States. Maybe, if the girls comes, she takes them strolling through Central Park and to all the city's hangouts. And of course, the best places to eat, especially in Chinatown. It's a late, late night.

For some reason, I see Bess wearing this for the very specific occasion of shopping in a flower market. Like, hair up, crisp white headscarf, buying a weekly bouquet. You can't tell me the Wolves aren't ones to have a weekly bouquet in their flat, in addition to a thriving garden and window boxes. Oh, maybe she's shopping for those too? To help brighten the front of their bank/counting house's facade?

TEEN CONNIE IN THIS WOULD BE SO ADORABLE. For some of her first modeling jobs for the cookie boxes (cookie tins in the Victorian-verse) she shows up in this, beaming and bight-eyed. Then afterward she walks down Fifth Avenue to window-shop, instantly making passing school girls stop and admire her.

A very formal party dress for Miss Bess. This would cute with a baby bump too! Imagine she's cradling Cordell, and her baby belly is already showing as she greets guests at a party in this dress.

Teen Bess in this, perhaps? Perhaps a gift from George - a dress fit for a lady once she is in her teens? He finds this and gets it for her, with a matching plaid headband. She looks so lovely and feminine. Bea can never find it, so perhaps it's a secret? If Teen Connie channels 1960s, Teen Bess is channeling 1950s.

I feel like Hela would pick this out for Bess and gift it to her as a "Welcome to the Family" gift. "I noticed you looked lovely in yellow, and with the silver elements ... I just couldn't help myself! I had them wrap it up on the spot for you!" It fits like a dream, of course! Hela has a good eye~

Bess or Gal, for sure. I can see Bess looking super cute gardening in this, but also Gal flexing that figure all while commanding a full kitchen, and looking like a babe while doing it.

The empire-waist vibe just feels so FeFe to me. Imagine this gorgeous dress with a crown of jeweled marigolds atop her head? STUNNING.