#hela odinsdottir fanfic

[harknessxo]

Too Sweet

Paring: Dom!Hela Odindottir x sub!reader

Summary: She finds you talking to a guard in the garden and makes you cum until she’s satisfied as a punishment.

Warnings; mistress kink, punishment, praise/degradation kink, light spanking, fingering, vibrator, overstimulation, girl penis, breeding kink, cunnilingus, a little aftercare.

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A/n: This is my first Hela fanfic!

You were roaming around the castle’s garden, trying to pass the time. Hela was currently in a Royal meeting, leaving you to fend for yourself. It was really boring without her but looking at all the beautiful flowers helped. You started picking some to make a flower crown for her for when she was done when one of the guards thought it was a good idea to talk to you.

“Hey sweet thing, what are you doing all alone?” The man dumbly asked.

“I don’t think you should be talking to me-” you stammered out. He smirked at your response, stepping closer to you.

“Why’s that? Is there a reason you’re so nervous?” You immediately took a step back.

“Look, she’s going to be out any minute now, please go.” He chuckled, taking another step closer to you.

“Who is ‘she’? Your mother?”

“She’s talking about me.” Hela says from behind the idiotic man. The man immediately tenses and you do the same, knowing what was to come. He slowly turns around to face her, the smirk completely wiped off his face.

“M-my queen! I didn’t see you there!”

“You have five seconds to get out of my sight before I shred you into nothing.” She said coldly. He didn’t need to be told twice. He was out of the garden in less than a second, not even looking back. Hela then turned her attention to you, a cold look in her eyes.

“And what were you doing?”

“I was j-just picking flowers to make you a c-crown…” You stuttered, showing her the flowers you had picked out. She took the flowers from your hand, inspecting them.

“I see,” she said, her cold look slowly fading away as she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to her side, “But that doesn’t make up for the fact that you were talking to a man. You know the rules.”

“B-but he came to me and I was trying to send him away-” you immediately started to explain. She placed a finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking at her.

“You still shouldn’t have been talking to him. I thought you knew better, pet.”

“Please, mistress-” She smirked as she saw you pleading with her. She loved it when you begged her.

“You know I don’t give second chances when it comes to breaking my rules, pet. I think you need a punishment to remind you who you belong to.”

“…yes, mistress,” you said, defeated. She chuckled and began to walk, pulling you along with her into her chambers.

“Good girl. Now let’s see…what kind of punishment will you be getting…” You dreaded any type of punishment from her. She always had extreme punishments in store yet you secretly enjoyed them. Once inside the room, she ordered you to take off your clothes while she sat down on the bed before pulling you into her lap. She started to play with your hair as she thought about a suitable punishment for you.

“Oh I know exactly what you need,” she slid you off her lap, going to her closet and pulling out a box you knew too well.

“Mistress, please-” you pleaded again, knowing too well what she was going to do.

“Oh, you’re begging already? We’ve barely even started, pet,” She chuckled and sat down on the bed again, patting her lap as a signal for you to lay across it. You obeyed quickly, not wanting to get a worst punishment. She put your arms behind your back and tied them together with a silk rope. After she slowly started tracing her fingers over your naked skin, making you shiver.

“I’m going to fuck this little cunt until I am satisfied and you’re going to take everything I give you. I’ll make sure to make you come until you beg me to stop, understood?”

“Y-yes, mistress.” She smiled in satisfaction. She then moved her fingers towards your soaked pussy, dipping them in your wetness.

“Would you look at that? For someone who doesn’t like to be punished, you sure are soaked by the mere thought.” She wasted no time before thrusting two fingers inside with a relentless pace right off the bat. You whine pathetically, embarrassed by wet noises your pussy was making.

“Don’t be embarrassed, darling. I love how your pussy sounds and it’s such a pretty sound,” She started to pick up the pace, knowing just how to make you fall apart in a matter of seconds.

“Ahh! Mistress!”

“That’s it. I love it when you’re a whiny little mess for me. You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” She continued to thrust her fingers in and out of you at an unrelenting pace, curling them every time she was fully inside you. You came almost immediately after her taunting comment, your juices gushing out. She helped you ride it out and then pulled her fingers out, giving your cheeks a hard smack. She watched you try to catch your breath, then she smacked your ass again, leaving another red hand print.

“That was just one orgasm, darling. We’re not even close to being done yet,” you trembled at the reminder. She waved her hands and a vibrator apparently in her hand. She started rubbing the tip of the toy over your folds, making sure to tease you before turning it on to the highest setting and shoving it inside you.

“Ah!” You yelped at the sudden roughness. She chuckled as you yelped, using her other hand to keep your hips in place.

“What’s the matter, pet? Can’t handle a little toy?”

“I- I can-” You said, wanting to please her. She grabbed your hair pulling it up, forcing you to look at her. She smirked again.

“Prove it then, darling.” She started thrusting the toy in and out of you. You found it very difficult not to squirm to get away. You were someone who would get really sensitive after just one orgasm and she knew that. She knew how sensitive you were, which is why she kept the toy on high, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to handle it. She watched your face, taking in all your expressions and moans as you tried to keep yourself from coming again.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to cum again?” You wanted to but you knew it would only get worse from there. She knew exactly what you were thinking and it amused her.

“Come on, pet. Don’t hold back on me. I know you want to cum again. I can tell by how much you’re shaking.” You immediately let go, too tired to hold back anymore. She smirked as you finally came, a look of satisfaction on her face as she turned the toy off.

“There’s a good little slut. That’s the second one. How many more do you think you can handle?”

“N-no more-” She chuckled, moving her hand up to your face and cupping your chin.

“Oh pet, you’re not getting a choice. You’re going to take whatever I give you, whether you like it or not.” She picked you up and threw you in the bed, tying your hands to the headboard now. She started taking her clothes off to reveal her already hardened cock. You clenched your thighs together at the sight. She noticed you clenching your thighs together and chuckled.

“There’s no getting away from this pet,” she knelt on the bed in between your legs, roughly spreading them apart. You clenched your eyes tightly, trying to embrace yourself to take her. She’s never been gentle when she fucked you, not even when her cock was as big as it was but you liked it. It still didn’t make it any easier for you. She ran her hands over your body, appreciating the sight of you being all tied up and spread out for her. She then grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“Look at me while I’m fucking you. Understand?”

“Yes, mistress.” She smirked and gave your cheek a light slap before moving her hands to your hips, digging her nails into your skin. She then positioned herself at your entrance, teasing you a little bit before finally pushing inside with a deep groan.

“Uugh!” She bottomed out, a belly bulge forming as she did. She looked down at your belly, a satisfied smirk on her face as she placed her hand on the bulge, gently rubbing it with her thumb. She let out another groan, loving the feeling of you clenching around her.

“Gods, you feel so good, pet…” You tugged at the silk rope, wanting to touch her in anyway but it was useless. She chuckled at your attempts to get out of the restraints, clearly enjoying the sight of you all helpless and needy. She then grabbed your legs, putting them over her shoulders before starting to pound into you with a rough and fast pace.

“P-please! Slow d-down!” You cried out, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Why would I do that, pet?” She said in between groans, ignoring your pleas and continuing to thrust into you at a relentless pace. She wanted to ruin you, make you cry out for her and forget everything except her name. She was determined to get what she wanted.

Her cock kept hitting your g-spot, over and over again and soon you came on her cock for the third time of the night. She kept going, even after you came again. She was close to her own release but wanted to make you come undone once more before she did. She gripped your hips tightly, her thrusts getting even more sloppy as she chased her own orgasm.

“Tell your mistress how much you want her to cum inside you.” She commanded in between pants.

“I…I want-” you couldn’t get the words out with how fucked out you were.

“Come on, pet. Use your words. I know you can do it.” She gave a particularly hard thrust, trying to coax the words out of you.

“Haah! C-cum inside me m-mistress!” She let out a low growl at your words, her pace becoming erratic as she started to near her release. She leaned down and began leaving marks all over your neck and chest, claiming you as hers.

“Good girl. Good slut…” She came with a groan, fucking her load deep inside your guts, making sure not to waste a drop. She stayed buried inside you for a moment, riding out her orgasm before slowly pulling out. She looked down at your ruined form, admiring the way her cum was spilling out of you.

“You did so good, pet. Such a good little slut for me,” she started rubbing her cum all over your pussy lips, “But you still owe me one more,” she waved her hand once again and a toy you knew too well appeared in her hand.

“No! Please! No more!” It was another vibrator but this one was different. Every time Hela used it on you, you came hard almost immediately and you’d be sobbing by the end. She loved to see you cry which is why she would always save it for last.

“Aw, but you look so beautiful when you’re crying. Besides, I can tell that you’re still being stubborn. You need to be taught a lesson, my darling.” She grabbed your chin again, forcing you to look up at her. She turned the toy on, letting it hum loudly as she brought it to your pussy.

“No, no, no, no- AH!” As soon as the toy made contact with your clit, you could feel your orgasm building up. Hela chuckled at your reaction, loving how sensitive you were to the toy. She started rubbing it against your clit in tight circles, watching you squirm beneath her.

“That’s it. Just give in, pet. Give into the pleasure.”

“Mistress! Please no more!” You squirmed even more.

“You keep begging me to stop, but you know that it’s no use. I know you’re enjoying this, even if you won’t admit it,” she continued to rub the toy against your clit, enjoying the sight of you squirming and trying to get away from the overstimulation. You sobbed hysterically when your fifth orgasm finally washed over you. Your sight was blurred by your tears and you couldn’t feel your legs.

She smiled, satisfied with the result. She finally turned off the toy and set it aside, gently rubbing your thighs to try and calm you down a bit.

“You look so pretty when you cry, darling. All blissed out and ruined. So perfect for me.” She licked your tears away, humming at the salty taste. She then moved down your body, kissing and nipping at it until she reached your ruined pussy. You started to panic, thinking she was going to make you cum again until she shushed you.

“Relax, darling. I’m just cleaning you up,” she said before gently running her tongue through your folds, lapping up her cum that was leaking out of you. You whimpered pathetically every time her tongue made contact with your swollen clit. She chuckled against you, enjoying the sounds you were making. She continued to clean you up, being careful not to overstimulate you too much. Once she was done, she looked up at you, a smirk on her face.

“You taste so good, darling. I think I’m going to have to do this more often.”

“Was I good?” you asked in a small voice. She moved up and untied the rope, gently massaging your wrists to get some blood flowing through them again. She then laid down next to you, pulling you into her arms and nuzzling her face into your neck.

“You were perfect, my love. Too sweet.”

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[bl4nchetts-lvr]

Hello, can u please write Lydia Tar smut? I love the way u write, even if english is not your first language.

teacher's pet

lydia tar x fem!younger!reader (semi-SMUT)

summary: What will a student be willing to do for her teacher's approval?

PART 1

word count: TO BE ADDED

guide:

this font is lydia's words as thoughts in Y/N's head

this font is Y/N's thoughts

this font is just the dialogues!

"you are the worst";

"you will never get better";

"why do you even try? you are worthless";

"that's all you can do?"

this is what you have been hearing from lydia every lesson,every practice. you can't take it anymore. you are desperate for her validation.

she is your teacher,your conductor. she is the lydia tar. How could you dissapoint her so much?

"you are such a dissapointment."

you want her to praise you. you want to be the best,you hate seeing her praise other students who do better than you. you want to be as good as them,no,you want to be BETTER than them

"good girl"

you want her to call YOU a good girl. you want her to aknowledge your hard work..

19:37

the lesson had just ended,every student had left. You and her are alone in the hall.

she is fixing her hair which is up in a messy,loose ponytail. her shirt is slightly unbuttoned,tucked into her pants which where slightly baggy but still showed how small her waist was.

"what do you want now,y/n?" she asks with her raspy voice,perhaps from smoking so much,she looked at you with her pale blue eyes.

you couldn't talk,your throat went dry from anxiety. "Will she get mad? what if she will hate me even more now..?" you heard your thoughts.

"speak up." you heard her say.

you got closer to her,fidgeting with the end of your shirt. you took a deep breath,heart beating fast. "Why am i so nervous..?"

"I .." you bit your lip again. "i.. wanted to apologize for the .. the dissapointment that i've caused you." your voice broke. "i never wanted to be like this,i've been trying hard to please you and be the student you're proud of,miss Tar." your eyes were filling up with moist,she could see this and it made her chapped lips merge into a faint smirk.

"i will do everything to stay as your student,i will show you how .. how serious i take music,really,i will! i will do every-" you froze when you saw her get up and tower over you..she quite a tall woman,masculine appearance,no make up,her wrinlkles around her eyes make them even more alluring.

"Alright,alright .. i hear you." she looked down at you,pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear. "if you really want to show me how dedicated you are to music,how much you truly desire to be apart of my orchestra,how much you are willing to do to be my good little girl .. then i will let you."

her cold smirk got slightly more visible.

"i will see you at my apartment tonight,at 10PM. be on time and do not dissapoint me even more,got it?"

you couldn't say anything as your moist eyes dried up from shock and suddeness of this situation.

"my good little girl" is what echoed in your head. her good little girl..?

You will do everything for it,won't you?

all you could do is nod a little,while feeling her strong hands on your shoulders.

"i will do everything she desires. i will show you that i'm worth it." you thought,as your eyes filled up with determination.

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21:57

you got to her apartment and saw all its glory: very big,luxurious,lydia's photos and awards were on display. her office door was open and you could see her desk,a piano,some other instruments you couldnt really make out because the lights were off in the room.

you got called to her living room.

your heart was beating faster than before,you were determined to not dissapoint her. not anymore.

for about 30 minutes you two were talking,and while doing so you could feel her glance full of lust on yourself.

at the end,lydia put her hand on your thigh. Her eyes were eerily cold,like that one of a psychopath,you could see her slight smirk that was making you feel quite uncomfortable and worried.

"You said you would do everything for me to keep you in my team,no?" she said with her raspy voice. "i want you to prove it."

she pulled her hands from your thigh to your waist,pulling you down on her lap. her hand slid down under your dress,as she felt your cold yet soft skin.

her face got closer to your neck,her nose faintly touching it. her warm breath was one of the many things you could feel at that moment. then,you felt her chapped lips making a contact with your neck,kissing it.

your breath hatched as you felt her lips. your eyes widened a little,looking down at the floor while your hands were pressing into the back of the couch to keep yourself steady. your heart is beating incredibly fast,you're scared .. nervous .. excited.

Yes,this is what you had dreamt of.. every lesson when you got to sit close to this incredible,yet creepy woman,you felt her masculine perfume .. you had seen her veiny hands that you wished were wrapped around your neck,which,in fact,is happening right now.

her cold and rough left hand is on your neck as she bites down on it. she smirks again,feeling the fast pulse of her student's.

you couldn't remember anything after that,but you were already on her soft,luxurious king sized bed with lydia in front of you,laying right at your legs and holding them open .. her chapped lips are kissing your left inner thigh,her blue eyes piercing into you ..

her teeth teasingly bit into your plush thigh,then pulling back and sitting up. her hands pulled you closer to her and she looked down at your most vulnerable parts covered by thin fabric. she smirked again,satisfied with what was happening.

The older woman's overly veiny hands grabbed your panties,slowly pulling them down to reveal your most vulnerable part. her twisted smirk widened as she licked her lips a little and looked into your eyes.

"Can't wait for it,hm?" she said with a dark chuckle.

she was right,you couldn't wait for it. You wanted to be her favourite,you wanted her to praise you,to aknowledge your hard work and for her to finally fuck you.

"Show me what you are willing to do,Y/N."

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Part 1 is here <3

this little fic will have 2 parts and the 2nd one will be the smut. i promise,i'll post it soon! i'm sorry for being so inactive,i didn't feel like writting at all.

hope you liked it. Stay hydrated,eat well,take care of yourselves and i hope you all have a great day/night !!

[lokidbadguy]

Odin the alfather being a bad father (how bro could failed to be a good parent three times, bffr)

[divine-knight-hand]

Me: I will not start writing a new series just because I saw a cool mafia AU fan art! I didn’t even finish the one series I have. Managing writing two is going to be a huge commitment that I’m just not ready for.

Link to original art: https://twitter.com/__ico/status/995310986818043905

Also me: *Sighs and starts setting up a storyboard* No promises I’ll actually write this, anyways…

[fanficaddictionisreal]

In the world of swiping left, right, super likes and pick-up lines, finding a love match is hard. But how hard is it to find a lover for your loved one?

On the quest to mend her sister’s broken heart, Sylvie Lushton takes to Tinder to find Jane a date. Or dates. (Or at least someone good enough for one night, right?) After those first few lines, professional boxer Thor turns out to be the perfect candidate…

Loki Odinson is in charge of his brother Thor’s Tinder account when the two match. Desperate to win a bet, he’s determined to get Jane to agree to a date with Thor. One flirty line leads to another and as they slowly open up, Sylvie and Loki are starting to like – what they think – is the wrong person.

But when good intentions, cheeky bets and playful banter start having real-life consequences, decisions will need to be made. Will the two key players in this comedy of errors ever realise they’ve been falling for each other all along? And even if they do, are they brave enough to do anything about it?

OR

A two POV rom-com with quirky Sylvie, brooding Loki, overbearing family members, and soft, tender, loyal love in all shapes and forms.

E rating for explicit language and scenes xx

This story is absolutely beautiful <3 It deserves the title of MUST READ 💕💕

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Oh what could I ever possibly have up my sleeve for reblogging this today? 🤭🤭🤭

Careful Creatures

Ship(s): Hela x Agatha, Agatha x Wanda, Wanda x Hela, Hela x Agatha x Wanda

Summary: Three powerful beings broken down back to the start somehow find themselves brought together as they relearn themselves and each other

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, descriptions of being burnt, mild gore, sexual assault/non-con/rape, abuse of alcohol/alcoholism/addiction, amnesia, domestic violence, implied use of roofing drugs

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

A/N: Please READ THE WARNINGS before proceeding. If this were on AO3 it would be rate E for explicit material later on in the series, and M for mature material for the heavy content this story deals in

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Chapter One

She falls in a blaze.

Green and gold and black, streaking through the heavens and flames, like some dying star in need of a desperate wish of its own.

Her skin burns and blisters and blackens, smoke filling her lungs, choking off the last vestiges of air they held.

In space, no one hears you scream.

In space, no one sees the last of a once beautiful and powerful empire crumple to nothing but debris and dust, exploding violently outwards as Ragnarok rages its final breath.

Her cheeks become adorn with the cleansing water of her own tears as she mourns, the prophecy she had been bound to at last releasing its shackles on her.

In space, no one sees her cry.

She tumbles through the darkness, with no force to counteract against her initial velocity, and she hurls through the celestial skies.

Eventually, even her godly body cannot handle the vast emptiness of space.

Her eyes slip shut, her breathing slows, and as she falls and falls and falls, she slumbers.

—»•«—

Agnes stumbles up the stairs, her feet tripping over one another as the world seems to spin.

“That you?” Her husband’s voice calls from their bedroom.

Agnes opens her mouth, the words yes, dear on the tip of her tongue, when she suddenly bolts for the bathroom.

As she's heaving her insides out, Ralph’s large hand painfully yanks her hair in a bunch away from her face.

“Get it all out now, I don't want you soiling the bed.” He snaps, impatient.

Agnes shivers as she retches. It was more than the ever-oppressing feeling that something wasn’t right that drove her to stay out drinking until the bars closed.

Eventually, she has nothing left in her stomach to vomit up, and she half collapses against the cool porcelain.

Her relief is short-lived, but she doesn't fight as Ralph manhandles her.

He is her husband. When she married him, she committed herself before the eyes of God that she would be a faithful wife.

Ralph doesn't like it when she's vocal, so she bites her tongue and lets herself get lost in the dizziness her mind is experiencing and doesn't make a noise of protest or pain as he shoves her to the floor and pulls down her pants.

This is her test to bear, for making her mistakes.

You don't deserve this.

—»•«—

Wanda awakens in a cave.

It's not the oddest place she's ever woken up, though how she's so sure of that, she can't really say.

It must be a gut feeling, she decides, as she tries to think.

She knows her name, that's good.

Her age–

She's… Twenty-six? Thirty-two? She can't recall.

That's… Not normal, right?

She places a hand on a rough wall, trying to steady herself as she walks on shaky legs.

Her name is Wanda… Wanda something. Something… Off? Romanoff? No, that's not right. Romanoff was…

Wanda grits her teeth.

She knows enough that her last name isn't Romanoff, but can't remember whose last name is.

That's extremely frustrating.

Wanda stumbles along the cave, trying to find the way out, and wishes Pietro were here.

Pietro. Her brother. Her twin brother. Her brother who–

A stream of bullets hits through her chest, and she collapses to her knees, screaming her pain.

Wanda violently shakes her head, clutching it.

“Get it together, Maximoff.” She reprimands herself, before realizing what she's said.

Maximoff.

Her name is Wanda Maximoff.

That's good. It means she isn't totally amnesic.

She goes over what she knows as she begins to feel a soft breeze against her face.

Her name is Wanda Maximoff. She had a twin brother, Pietro Maximoff, who died by being gunned down. She doesn't know exactly how old she is, but she's somewhere in her late twenties, early thirties. Her parents… She doesn't remember her parents. Possibly dead, almost certainly impossible to find or reach if they aren't. She knows– knew? Knew someone with the surname Romanoff. Someone who… She stole a jacket from? Why was she remembering this and not useful information, like how did she get here? And where is here? And are there people who will be looking for her?

Dread pools in her belly.

People looking for her feels like an ominous statement.

She misses… She misses someone. Someone special. A lover, perhaps? A spouse? A… Child? She’s old enough to have had at least one.

Wanda isn't sure.

Light begins to hurt her eyes.

She's made it to the exit of the cave!

She hobbles, running as best she can, eager, bursting out into open air and freedom and–

Oh.

Oh no.

—»•«—

She burns again, still streaking green and gold and black, but this time, through the atmosphere of a planet.

When she lands, she craters the forest floor and doesn't move.

—»•«—

“Day drinking, Agnes?” Dottie clicks her tongue from behind the brown-haired woman. “I keep telling you we have a decent AA here.”

Agnes does her best to laugh off the comment.

“Oh, you know dear, it's five o’clock somewhere!”

Dottie slides into the seat across from her.

“Look. Your neighbors, I don't know if you know them, the Johnsons, they well… Mrs. Johnson said that late one night when she was just finishing putting the baby back down after a late night bottle feed, that she saw your bedroom window was open–”

“I'm sure whatever she saw she mistaken, Dot.” Agnes smiles as charmingly as she can. “You know how those late nights are with a newborn!”

“She said that Ralph was choking you, Agnes.”

Agnes’s smile slides off her face.

“If my husband,” she stresses, “had been choking me, I would have bruises.”

Dottie’s eyes flick to Agnes’s neck, which is both bare of discoloration, and the tell-tale texture of makeup.

Agnes swings back some of the brunch mimosa in her hand, closing her eyes briefly to gain strength from it.

“Ralph is a wonderful husband. He would never hurt me.” Agnes lies through her teeth. “Is that all why you decided to pay me a social visit during some of my “me” time?”

Dottie shifts, clearly uncomfortable.

“Agnes…” She trails, trying to find the words. “If you ever did need help, Eastwood– I mean, Westview is here for you.”

Agnes turns her smile all the way up to its brightest wattage. “Will keep that in mind, toots! Thanks for stopping by brunch to talk with this ol’ gal!”

Dottie hesitates before she stands and leaves.

Agnes's wildly beating heart doesn't slow until her fifth post-Dottie mimosa has been downed.

The truth is, Ralph does have a habit of choking her… But the bruises always fade by the next afternoon, rapidly going through the stages of healing broken blood vessels startling fast.

Agnes can't recall ever having healed that way before.

No, healing meant fire and death, healing meant agony for days and weeks because she was only ever meant to hurt, not heal.

Agnes shakes her head as if trying to dislodge the sudden pressure she feels.

That's something she has noticed.

Thinking about her past causes her awful headaches and terrible migraines.

It's best to keep to the present.

Agnes smiles at the hostess as she leaves the venue, not worried about paying.

The people of Westview took care of one another.

She doesn't notice the woman with the dark hair and piercing blue eyes who stands up and leaves after her.

—»•«—

It's been two days since Wanda had started off down the rest of what looked like an intimidating mountain, headed towards what looks to be a promising sign of life in the vibrancy of green trees.

Hopefully, there will be water somewhere there.

Wanda knows she has only twenty-four more hours until her body gives out from lack of hydration.

Her heart skips a beat, and the hairs on the back of her neck rise.

Hydration.

Hydra.

Hydra was… Bad.

Hydra is bad.

The word gives her a bad feeling.

She keeps on, not even pausing as the tremors grow stronger from the mountain.

The ruins that lay in pieces everywhere, even so far down from the top where it once resided, make Wanda feel awful enough that she had nearly vomited the first time stepping out into the world and seeing it.

She avoids touching any part of it as best she is able.

She can hear rocks sliding somewhere to her left.

Distant.

Her shoulders drop an inch.

She isn't in direct danger. Not yet.

—»•«—

Ralph’s at the bar.

Ralph’s at the bar and he has all his friends there and she didn't know that the bartender used to date him and–

Agnes is vocal as rough hands grasp at her, groping and tugging and searching as their owners laugh.

��Here, dear.” Ralph’s voice is cold. Mocking. “I know how much you like your alcohol. Drink up.”

She doesn't have a choice, surrounded, as he passes her a cup.

Within moments of finishing it, she knows.

There's more laughter.

“So kind of that Maximoff bitch to leave you a wife.” Someone comments.

“To Ralph, and his whore!” Someone else shouts, to resounding cheers.

Agnes wants to scream for help, but the room is spinning and her limbs won't obey her instructions and her mouth feels too heavy to move and then–

—»•«—

No.

—»•«—

The ground slopes slightly, and grass turns to dirt as Wanda follows the stream she found.

Deeper and deeper it slopes, until she's been walking for at least half an hour, and then she sees a mess of blood and green.

—»•«—

The door bursts open, crashing loudly, just as her hands find their way around the nearest man’s throat, a knee jerked violently up between his legs.

The room freezes. She smirks, throws her head back, and cackles.

[inklore]

serpents touch.

premise: you displease your queen and she’s more than happy to let it be known that this will not do. that you are hers and hers alone.

pairing: hela odinsdottir x (f)reader

warnings: monsterish fucking, snakes mentioned and used in a sexual manner / as a toy but not real snakes just snake like lmao, foreplay, fingering?? in a way??, dom / sub behavior, slight sadism and masochism, teasing, powerish play and mentions of ownership. reminder: you are in control of your reading consumption so if you don’t vibe with any of the above please do not go on. 18+ only.

word count: 2k

etc: this is uhhh kinda a funny story, since i’m horribly afraid of snakes, but literally screamed when i got this oddly hot idea and had to write it lmao.

♱ kinktober 02.

“Oh, tell me you’re not scared, sweet girl.” You can hear the sadistic humor in her tone, see the smirk that accompanies the cruel depravity she’s getting from you. “I thought you liked this? Thought you were a good girl.” She mocks, teases, as she moves a strand of your hair from your sweat coated forehead. Her front pressed to your side, her form towering over you as she has you pressed into the stone wall.

Usually she would have you in her corders, tied up, on display for her to do what she pleases with, and to, you. The throne room was her second favorite place to play with you. Have you on your knees before her as she sat atop her awarded throne; no thanks to the blood and death that presented itself to her for its taking.

Her hands would be in your hair, her sharp nails digging into your scalp as she spread her legs, one over the arm of the throne. Your eyes straining as you looked up to her, your ruler, your Queen. She didn’t need to instruct you on what to do next, what she wanted from you, expected from you. You knew what to do, were all to willing to give it to her. Your jaw aching in anticipation, a burning low beneath your layers making your knees wobble, a heartbeat pumping faster than the one in your chest.

But tonight was different. No, tonight there was no pleasing smile on her lips to share pleasure with you. She wasn’t in a giving mood, a pleasant one. Her tone was filled with anger and malice.

You didn’t think a powerful woman such as her would let a silly emotion plague her, to let it fester into a wound of anger and malice that didn’t need to be there. That made no sense of a woman of power such as hers. A woman who would bring down an entire army herself.

But here she was, her eyes filled with dark passion while her body vibrated with that same festering wound of jealousy. The earlier events of seeing you engaging with one of her many henchmen. A helpless act done with wine coated smiles and bashful glances and flirtatious laughs. It all meaning nothing to you. It had been nothing. Was nothing. The two of you knew you were hers, down to your very bones and blood. You were hers and her your ever giving Queen who made a place for you in her tar coated heart.

Thus why when she pushed you up against the stone wall, her fingers around the column of your neck, her nails digging in slightly; the twitch in her fingers letting you know she was holding back just so. The look of heated jealousy on her face shockingly sending a spike of arousal to your core. Almost making you want to smirk, but biting your lip in replacement of an action that would have your ass raw and throat hoarse later.

“Hela,” You say on a whimper, her name more of a breathy whisper on your lips. You open your mouth wider to speak, but she cuts you off before you can dredge up an explanation, an excuse.

“Oh, my pretty girl.” She smirks, “you weren’t declaring my name when you were all giggles and smiles, talking to this filth.” You feel one of her legs shift as she kicks the lifeless body that’s mere inches in front of you. Hela looks to the—once henchman—and scowls down at him. “No, you probably weren’t even thinking about me. Your Queen.” Her nails dig into the flesh of your collar bone making you hiss, your hips moving against the air of their own accord. “My name wasn’t anywhere in that pretty little head of yours. You were too busy thinking about him, were you not?” You shake your head and she laughs lowly, her eyes skating across your face at the remorseful look on your features, bringing her a sadistic type of pleasure. “Don’t deny it, love. It’s okay, if I don’t please you enough anymore just say that. I will gladly let you go and give your needy cunt to one of these men.”

Her mouth is now inches from your face, her hot breath hitting your cheek, your body trembling. You want to turn your head, kiss her, beg for forgiveness with your mouth and tongue. But her other hand is in your hair holding you in place, making sure you see what you’ve made her do. What she’s done for you. The blood that coats the floor, that’s dangerously close to staining your toes.

“I don’t—I wasn’t.” You stammer, try to shake your head but her grip is too tight and it only makes her pull at the roots. Making a hiss hit the back of your throat, a low moan dying behind it.

“Really?” She’s smiling now, menacingly. The supposed-to-be-happy emotion making your stomach flutter. A smile you’ve seen many times; tasted many times, sat on many times. “Why is that? Do you not think those men could give you what your cunt needs? Don’t you think they could please it better than I, keep you coming until you beg them to stop? Let you taste yourself on their tongue afterwards, fucking you with their fingers while you devour the taste from their very mouths.” You can feel the tip of her tongue run along your cheek slowly, teasingly as she speaks. “Don’t you think they would take care of you like I?”

You shake your head more aggressively this time, shrieking in pain at the burn of your skull, your scalp on fire from her claws. Your body trembling at the heat of her at your side, her words, her mouth, barley, on your skin. “No.” You cry out, “they wouldn’t—please Hela—I,”

“You what, pretty girl?” Her breath burns your cheek, “You disagree?” She hums, grips your hair tighter as she turns your face to hers, her lips inches from your open mouth. The need to move forward an inch, knowing it’ll feel like she’s ripping your hair out, a mute point to you, if only you could finally touch her. “I think, my pretty girl needs to be reminded that I am the only one who can bring her such pleasure.” Her grip in your hair lets loose, her fingers running through your strands, in a soothing way. She smirks, “Don’t you think?”

Words die in the back of your throat, you mean to nod your head in obedience, in an agreeing pleasure as your thighs press together in an depraved anticipation. But when you hear the familiar noise of the spikes of her crown shifting, changing, you don’t have to look up to know that the black points—sharp enough to kill a man—are now thick tendrils that slither down her back, across her neck, over her shoulders. The sound of their slow movement across her louder than your heavy breathing. Not having to look to know where they are going, to know what’s going to happen next. Hela’s eyes burning into yours, daring you to look, to say something, to move.

But your skin aches in anticipation, shivers from the warmth you know the headless tendrils are about to bring you.

A moan falls flat on your lips as you feel the thick warmth press to your core, your lack of undergarments making Hela hum approvingly. The heat radiating of your soaking cunt nothing compared to the hot—now appendage—running between your folds. The wet noise that fills the room making your cheeks burn with the knowledge that anyone in a mile radius could hear it.

Could hear the way strings of heavy moans come from your mouth, your body arching off of the wall as you feel one of the other appendages wraps around one of your breasts in a tight hold, the other finding a home on the column of your neck adding the right bit of pressure to keep you breathing, but just enough to have you squirming.

“Ahh!” Your throat is burning, raw, aching at the cry you let out as you feel the appendage between your folds enter you. Stretching your tight hole to a burning, almost too much, too full, state. Your nails digging into the stone wall behind you, trying to grip onto something but getting nothing. Your legs begin to shake when the slithering tendril starts to move, to fuck up into you. “Hela,” Your moans are hoarse and weak and needy. Your breath barley there, barley caught.

“What, pretty girl?” Her menacing smile hasn’t left her beautiful lips. Her demeanor has barley changed, only you can tell the burning passion in her eyes, the way they flash from yours to your mouth when you moan, her chest heaving slightly against the skin of your arm. “Is this not what you wanted? A reminder of how good I can make you feel, how I can please that cunt better than any cock.”

“It’s too much.” You whimper, the back of your skull resting on the stone wall as you clench your eyes, the appendage moving deeper and deeper, hitting a barer you anticipate the pain you’ll feel if it crosses.

Hela’s laugh is sadistic and makes you sob, “I know you can take it.” You feel her lips above the tendril on your neck, feel the warmth of her lips on your skin making you shake, moan. The feel of her almost sending you over. “But, I can help you. In the name of showing you you’re mine.” Her mouth continues to leave chaste kisses along your column, the claws of her fingers running down the arm of your skin, across your clothes, pushing up your dress even more, pressing on your throbbing clit.

“Fuck,” You look to her with weak doe eyes, tears brimming, pleasure and pain hooding them. “Please—Hela,” You beg, moan, plead, try to reach for her lips with yours but the appendage at your throat stops you and she smirks with pity and pleasure.

“Tell me, who do you belong to?” Her tone going back to that bite of menace, anger. The pressure on your clit as she rubs fast circles on the swollen nub. The appendage filling you moving faster in time to her fingers, never passing that barer, never filling you deeper, your mind going hazy at the want for it to do so. Your body craving to feel more pain, more fuel added to the fire your skin and insides were burning with.

Hela was the only one who could make you feel the pleasure pain could bring. The want for the pain to send you over the edge. The love in the pain and malice she could bring you.

“Tell me you’re mine and I’ll let you come, pretty girl.”

“Ahh,” Moans are the only thing coming from your lungs, the only coherent thing you can suffice. Your mouth dry, your throat aching, your body trembling, your legs weak. Your entire body needing to be pulled over that cliff of pleasure. Of euphoric bliss. To have your Queen make you come. “I’m yours—I belong to you, Hela, my queen.” You sound pitiful, begging. Pathetic.

And she loves it. Eats it up. Smirks. Smiles, hums in a small moan of her own. “Good girl,” she whispers against your lips before she, finally, presses her mouth to yours. One of your hands reaching out to grip her side to ground you as your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks on your chest, your cunt feeling as if it’s being torn in two by pleasure, pressure, pain. A scream being swallowed down by Hela’s hungry mouth and rough kisses. Your mind flashing white. Only seeing her. Only feeling her. Her pleasure, her pain. Your body going completely limp.

When she removes her mouth from yours, you can barley breathe. Your chest heaving fast, you hold onto her for leverage. Her smile is sweet now, almost sickening. Your legs shake when you feel the hot tendrils start to retract from your body. The burn from the one leaving your sopping cunt making you hiss.

And when your eyes move up her crown is back, intact, as if it didn’t just turn into something, a creature, snake like tendrils that made a delicious pleasure rock through you.

“You’ll always be mine, sweet girl.” Hela presses a chaste kiss to your open mouth. Her sweet smile turning back to its sadistic one you found so much pleasure in, a shiver running through your marrow. The ownership, rulership, gripping death hold she had on you making a weak smile come across your tired lips.

[spookiekewchie]

⛓kinktober 2021- pet play/degradation⛓

—power and control. i'm gonna make you fall...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Hela Odinsdottir x woc!reader

Summary: Just keep her happy, it's better when you keep her happy.

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: DARK FIC! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. general language warning, dubcon, mentions of conditioning, Hela is queen, mean!Hela (is she never not mean?), collar and leash, pet play, tail plug, degradation, slapping, fingering, anal play, begging, exhibitionism, squirting, mention of boot riding at the end, dehuminization (hela refers to the reader as it once), pet names (hela refers to the reader as little fox, and vixen)

A/N: DAY TWENTY THREE OF KINKTOBER! It's still the 23rd here, so it still counts, lmao posting this right on the line but I did it LMAO. THIS IS A DARK FIC PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. All mistakes and errors are my own. I gave it a look over but knowing me I probably missed a few things. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

DO NOT repost or translate my work anywhere. Reblogs are always welcome, and let me know that you enjoy my fics.

Curled up next to the queen’s throne, you doze off into a sleepless dream. You’re grateful for that. When you dream you’re reminded of a time when you were free to run wild and do what you wanted. Your life had been chaotic, but it had been your life. Now your life belongs to the goddess of death, and it’s been so long that you don’t want to remember what you had before. All you want is to keep your mistress happy, because when she’s happy she’s not so bad. Sometimes she’s even kind, and treats you like her most prized possession. And that’s exactly what you are to Hela. A possession, a toy for her to play with, a fragile human pet for her to dote on or punish depending on her mood.

She keeps you like a pet, collared and leashed, bare except for the fluffy fox ears and the matching plug that’s nestled in your ass. “What’s the point of clothes on a pet?” She had said when you were reluctant to give yours up at the start of all this. That was the moment you knew that your free will was a thing of the past.

Now you’re adjusted to the new reality, and you don’t complain. You have it better than others, the proof of it is just outside the palace walls where the bodies are piled up like a monument to your goddess.

“Wake up little fox.” A voice calls to you, and you feel a sharp tug on the leash to yank your head up from where it's resting. You whine in tired confusion, blinking up at Asgard’s queen. Hela merely feigns a pout down at you, as if she’s sorry that she’s distrubed her pet’s rest. You know she isn’t, especially when she gives another hard yank on the leash that draws you up onto your knees so she can give you cheek a sharp slap. It shocks you to full alertness, and she gives a cruel smile at the way your bottom lip wobbles slightly. “There you are, my sweet little vixen.” She pats her thigh, indicating that she wants you up on her lap and you silently comply. You know better than to speak without permission, yet another thing Hela has taken from you. You speak on command, like the well trained animal she treats you as because to Hela humans are just that. You just happen to be her favorite.

Settled on thigh you dare a glance up at her, quickly averting your gaze when you see her watching you. There’s a roll of rich laughter from her as she appreciates how well you remember your manners and follow her rules. Don’t speak without permission. Don’t make eye contact without permission. Don’t deny your queen anything. No clothes unless told otherwise. And always be ready for her no matter where or when.

As if to test the last one, two slender digits sneak between your thighs. You let them part for her while keeping your balance perched in her lap, and you ignore the fact that there are others in the throne room. The shame still lingers, and it only makes you slicker and more aroused when Hela deigns to use you in front of others. You hate it, but you also don’t, most importantly you know that what you feel doesn’t matter. It’s better to just let her have her way, and enjoy the pleasure that she makes you feel. So you swallow back a whine when you feel her fingers against your slick sex, squirming slightly when she applies a little bit of pressure against your clit. Hela hums in approval, fingers sliding to your entrance and pressing into you slowly to drag out the moment as she watches you try to not lose yourself immediately to her touch.

“Good.” She praises, and you can’t help but preen at her praise just like she’s conditioned you to. “Now keep yourself quiet while I attend to matters.” Hela says with a smirk, fingers curling expertly and slowly pumping in and out of you. She knows what she’s doing, and it’s a struggle for you to swallow down every sound that wants to desperately make itself heard as she toys with your body. You try to focus on the voices of the people that step up to have Hela address their concerns. The goddess dismisses them one by one with a variety of solutions, denials, or approvals. All the while her fingers remain inside you, stroking at your sensitive walls with a maddeningly slow teasing pace. You can feel how desperately your body wants more, but you know better than to be greedy or rush her so you force yourself to remain silent and keep your movement to a minimum even though you can feel the way your arousal is dripping over her fingers.

You nearly break when you feel her other hand under you as she takes hold of the base of the metal plug that keeps the fluffy fox tail in place. Hela tugs and pushes at it, smirking when your eyes roll back and you nearly let out a gasp. Your back arches slightly, and the sounds of dignitaries, and commoners drowns out and all you can focus on is the feeling of Hela’s fingers teasing you and the others playing with the plug. You don’t know how long it goes on for before you feel her slapping at your cheek again to draw your attention. “You silly little fox, you weren’t even listening to me were?” She chastises, and you shake your head ‘no’ keeping your eyes downcast. You’re embarrassed at how easily you let yourself fall into the pleasure, and you know there had been others watching and likely judging the pathetic way your hips had begun to rock against the goddess’ fingers. Shame makes your cheeks burn, and Hela just chuckles as if she can read the thoughts running through your mind.

“So pathetic, you humans can’t even control your baser urges.” She tsks, pressing a third finger into your tight hole and this time you do gasp. “You’re so eager to get off that you don’t care who sees you fucking my fingers, dirty little vixen that you are you probably like the thought of being watched.” You try to shake your head no, but she slaps you again and demands the truth. You sniffle and nod your head, crying out when she squeezes a fourth finger into you and feel her stretching you around her digits while her thumb circles over your clit. “Go on then, give them a show you little whore. Maybe then I’ll be able to actually get something done without you distracting everyone.” She sneers at you, and in the back of your mind you know she’s set you up for this because you’re only in her lap at her order. You don’t say that though, you know better than to talk back or challenge her.

Instead you just rock your hips against the four fingers filling you, your own hands moving behind you to brace yourself against the arm of the throne so you can better move. You know how you must look, and you can hear the murmurs but you don’t dare look out to see how many people are actually there. You keep your eyes trained on the mural hanging overhead, focusing on that while you gasp and moan from Hela’s fingers in you, and the way she toys with the plug until she practically fucking your ass with it.

“And this is why we keep you humans as pets, you’re too dumb to do anything other than seek out pleasure and comfort. Even you my sweet little fox, so stupid and shameless that you’ll let me do anything I want with you all for the promise of pleasure.” You feel the tears slipping down your cheeks at her words. Cruel as they are, you know deep down they’re true even if it’s what she’s spent months conditioning you to react this way. Even her degrading words aid in giving you pleasure, and she knows it. She can feel the way you squeeze even tighter around her fingers with every mean cruelty that slips so easily from her tongue.

“Oh, I think it’s about to cum.” It, not she, not her, it makes you break into a sob. You’re a person, you want to scream at her but you know better. So instead you just screw your eyes shut and take it when she begins to thrust her fingers into you hard enough for it to hurt just a little. “Are you about to cum, my little fox?” She questions, and you nod. “Tell them, let them hear how pathetic you are.” She says, and you can hear her cruel smirk.

You open your mouth to say the words, but all that comes out is an embarrassing moan. You choke on a sob, trying again and this time somehow getting your mouth to cooperate with your addled brain. “I’m going to cum, please mistress may I?” You beg, knowing that even if she’s allowing you to speak that it’s likely really only to ask her for permission. When she doesn’t say anything immediately you beg further. She always likes to hear you beg. “Pleasepleaseplease, mistress. I know I don’t deserve it but may I please?” And again you can practically feel her smirk against your skin as the sound of your begging and the wet squelch of your cunt bounce off the golden walls of the throne room.

Hela turns you so that your body is facing the room, and her other hand leaves the plug that she’s just pushed back into you so it can instead tangle in your hair and force you to look at the scattered guests, and soldiers milling around and staring. “Cum.” It’s a simple order, but the moment she gives it you’re letting go with a sob of pleasure and your juices are splashing against the golden steps that lead up to the throne. Hela lets you drop to your knees, wiping her hand against your cheeks to smear your essence over your own features before she settles back and crosses her long legs. You don’t even get a moment to come down from the humiliating orgasm before she orders you to ride her boot until she’s done dealing with the remaining concerns and matters of the kingdom. “Not a sound out of you, if you can manage that then maybe I’ll give you a treat later.” She pets your hair between the fluffy fox ears sitting on top of your head, and you keep your head bowed shamefully as you begin to drag your hips back and forth against the leather of her boot.

Just keep her happy, you think to yourself, it’s better when you keep her happy.

[akamaiden]

Turning Tables

A/N: My first Hela fic!!! 😍 I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did. 💕

Another note: Here I did something that I truly believe that Odin should've done. Hela could be an amazing ruler if he did have given more attention and affection towards her. She was his damn daughter!

Last note: Shout out to the amazing @thisishowdynastiesareborn who helped me with this fic! And she's amazing, go follow her!

Pairing: Hela Odinsdottir x Valkyrie!Reader.

Requested by anonymous: Can u write Hela x F!Reader - From enemies to lovers plz?

Warnings: Angst, fluff, sexual tension... I think that's all.

Words: 1,595.

Sakaar was a chaotic place. Every little detail could be summarized in one word: mess. And it was exactly because of this that it was the perfect place for hiding.

When Odin sent the Valkyries to defeat Hela, Goddess of Death, his own daughter, you weren't imagining that this would change your life forever. 

Saying that Hela was extremely powerful was an understatement. But you and your sisters were Valkyries. You were part of a group of elite warriors. 

But even so it wasn't enough to overthrow the goddess of death. You fought, of course you did. Still, it was pointless. You watched your sisters dying one after another. 

You just survived because Brunnhilde knocked you out so Hela could think you two were dead as well. 

That's exactly how you two ended in Sakaar. You two were the last Valkyries alive and no one knew that you survived that comfront with Hela. 

You woke up and found Brunnhilde drinking her usual mead dose. She seemed distant and you knew her too well to know that she was hiding something.

“If you continue thinking that hard your head will explode,” you said and reach for the bottle that was in her hand.

“Hey, that's mine!” she huffed.

“Tell me what's going on in your head first,” you said.

“There's nothing going on, Y/N,” she tried.

“Nice try, if I didn't know you since I can remember, I'd believe you,”

“For Freya! Okay, but give me my damn mead first,”

You took a sip from it before handing her the bottle back.

“I met Thor,” she started.

Your eyes widened. She couldn't be talking about Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder and heir of Asgard's thorne, could she?

“Yes, I'm talking about the son of Odin,” she answered your mute question.

“And?”

“He needs help to overthrow Hela,” 

“What did you say to him?” you asked.

“Nothing, yet. But I was thinking and we barely survived the last time we fought her–”

“We're Valkyries. If we die, we die fighting and not running away from possible threats or getting our asses drunk,” you said. 

You knew you were being rude. Brunnhilde was the closest to a family that you ever had. Even when the other Valkyries were alive, you didn't have a strong bond, like you had to her. She was your friend, she was the sister that life gave to you. 

You watched Brunnhilde take a deep breath before saying, “You're right.”

And that's why you were watching Thor and Brunnhilde discussing like two children.

“Can you two stop for a moment?” you tried talking.

No response. The only one that was paying attention to you was Banner who just shrugged. 

“They won't stop before killing one another,” he said.

“I know, that's exactly why I'm trying to interrupt this,” you sighed. “Tell me about her,” he said.

You didn't need to ask him to know that he was talking about Hela.

“She is unstoppable, fierce and lethal,” you said.

“There's must be a weakness,” 

“Trust me, I wish there was something,”

“It's unbelievable that–”

“Brunnhilde!” you screamed when she pointed a dagger to Thor's neck.

You approached them and you made her drop her weapon.

“Have you lost your damn mind? He's our king,” you tried to reason with her.

“It's okay, Y/N,” Thor said.

“No it's not. Can you please stop acting like a child?” you said to him. “Same goes to you,” you said looking at Brunnhilde.

“Sorry,” they said in unison.

“I'm tired from all this. This is about Asgard, can you two please stop fighting when there are people under Hela's control?” you said.

Before they could say something you continued, “If we're here alone, doing nothing but getting drunk and trying to survive day after fucking day it's because of her,” you said directly to Brunnhilde.

“And you, my king, it's better you act like the almighty God of Thunder you are and save your kingdom from her. But if you want to rule over dead bodies, all you have to do is continuing acting like that” you said.

Blue and brown eyes looked at you in total desbelief and you just shrugged.

“I'm so done from all this,” you said and left them behind.

You made your way to the place you shared with Brunnhilde and packed your things. With or without them you decided to go to Asgard. 

The travel to Asgard passed faster than you wished and before you noticed you were making your way to the throne room. 

The big room was empty, you took some time admiring the golden details of it. You were hiding with your spear in hand, you were thinking about how everything suddenly changed after Odin's death.

You were so focused in your thoughts that you just noticed you weren't alone anymore when you heard her voice.

“See father? You banished me and even so I ended up here, in your throne, ruling your people... I'm the rightful heiress of Asgard's thorne and there's nothing you can do to stop me to take what's mine,” Hela said.

A shiver ran down your spine. You didn't heard her voice back when Odin sent the Valkyries to stop her. You gulped noticing that her voice was embedded with power and strength. She was a powerful woman and she knew that.

“I wish you could answer me, father,” she scoffed. “Fortunately you're dead. But I must confess I'd love to see your face when I sat in your throne for the very first time. You did everything to stop me from getting here and it was pointless,” she laughed.

Your hands held the spear tighter. How dared she speak about Odin that way? He was her father after all.

“You were afraid of me, father. Why? I'm your heiress, your first born child. And what did you do? You banished me because you couldn't control me like you did to my brother. Thor was just a puppet in your strings, right? He's idiot. I've heard that he's going to Midgard, defending midgardians. That's ridiculous!” she said.

That woman is fucking crazy. She's talking alone for the last minutes, you thought.

“I wish you could see when I kill him, because trust me, I'll kill him. He's a living threat to my kingdom, and obviously I'll eliminate him. Same goes to Loki, son of Frigga. Tell me father, how could you care and love such a monster like him?” she continued. “I just wanted you to love me. I wanted you to be proud of me. I just wish you could be the father I wanted the most and what did I get? You banished me, and I won't forgive you for trying to steal what's mine and that's exactly why that I'll make your people suffer, I'm their queen and I'll do as I please,” she said and sobbed. 

You tried to move in your place to watch her better and your spear slid from your hands. 

“Shit!” you cursed lowly.

“Who's there?” Hela said standing up and running her eyes through the room.

You sighed and left your hidden place to face her. You watched her eyes widening when she recognized you.

“I thought you were all dead,” she said smiling. 

“I wish I was,” you said.

“You came to kill me I suppose,” 

“No,”

“Excuse me?” 

“I heard your conversation and I'm sorry,” 

“You what?” 

“I'm sorry, Hela. I didn't know about your relationship with Odin,” you said.

“Whatever game you’re playing, it won’t work. You can’t defeat me,” she said.

“I know. At first I came to fight you or die trying but I heard you,” you said and took your sword out and putted in her feet. “My loyalty is yours, Queen Hela,” you continued and knelt in front of her.

“Unexpected,” she said but offered you her hand to help you get on your feet. “I want you for my Queens guard,” she continued.

“As you please,” you said. 

After this you got more and more close to her, it was a surprise discover that Hela could be as sweet as Thor. 

She usually made you a lot of questions about the Valkyries. And here and there you two spent a lot of time together in Frigga's garden. 

You watched with a smiley face Hela laughing at something you said. You two were laying side by side and for the first time you noticed that her smile was so, so beautiful.

You came closer to her and touched her right arm lightly. 

“You should smile more, you're so beautiful,” you said. 

She stopped laughing and you felt your heart racing with fear, you were scared that you made her angry, or even that you were disrespectful to her.

“I-i am sor–” 

And then she interrupted you with a kiss. Her lips felt so soft and warm against your own. You guided a trembling hand to the back of her neck and she hummed happily on the kiss.

You broke the kiss once you two were out of breath. Hela was still smiling and she caressed your cheeks with her fingers. 

“I must confess that I've been waiting for this,” she said.

“What else are you waiting for?” you sassed.

“I can guarantee you that I'm better showing you than talking,” she said.

“You know that your brother is coming, right? We can't lose time,” you said.

“The only one losing time here is you, darling. But don't worry I'll keep your mouth occupied,” and then she kissed you again.

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[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

I can't sleep

Warnings: Therapy, conversion therapy, implied homophobia, implied violence

Word count: 1.0 K

Pairing: Hela Odinsdottir x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Hela has a minor trauma that makes her fearful about therapy

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"Darling" 

Hela's voice, coupled with a slight shake, made my eyes widen and made me turn to see her face in the dark. 

"Hmm?" 

Hela was silent for a few seconds, trying to get the words out of her mouth. 

"I can't sleep" 

Those simple words made the dream slip away from me, and made me turn completely so I could see her eyes. 

"You feel bad?" my hand brushed her cheek, while she only gave a slight shake of her head 

"No, what you said the other time is happening to me" I got up a little to turn on the small lamp that we had on the table and be able to observe her face, she looked like a little girl, scared and fearful "many thoughts in my head" I try to explain better 

"Oh honey, do you want to talk about them?" I asked as I directed my lips to her cheek, to give small and repetitive kisses 

“No” her cold way of answering, made me try to move away, but, when I tried to make a move, Hela's hands quickly took my head, to try to immobilize me and make me kiss her pale skin again “you could read a little for me, please?” 

I knew how hard it was for Hela to show this vulnerable side of her. A girl who, for decades, repressed any emotion beyond anger, now, turned into a woman, who with great luck could say 'I love you' in front of other people. 

Because, Hela was a tough, cold, and even intimidating person; but, in private, he let out little Hela, a girl full of illusions, joys and love to give and receive. 

"What book do you want me to read to you?" I got out of bed and walked to our big bookcase 

"Pride and Prejudice" 

I took the book and went back to bed, only for Hela to curl up next to me, trying to fall asleep. 

"Who'd say; I didn't know that the goddess of death worshiped 'pride and prejudice'” 

"Shut up before I throw you out of bed" my sweet girlfriend spoke, letting out a small yawn 

"You wouldn't, you love me enough not to hurt me" 

"You have a point" she let out a small giggle 

"Well... let's begin" I began to read while my free hand began to caress her scalp, only to feel, as the fearsome Asgardian warrior began to purr on my neck.

——————————————————————————— 

“Y/N, nice to see you” 

"Hello, Mario, it's also a pleasure to see you" 

While the bookstore manager and I chatted, Hela wandered through the shelves, aimlessly. 

Mario was telling me about a new collection of books that had arrived, until a scream made me leave the conversation completely 

"Baby" 

I didn't know if that had been Hela's voice, or if it was those little children who had arrived a little after us, until the same voice spoke again 

“Y/N” 

I turned around, only to see Hela with her arms full of books, so many that I had to run to avoid some of them hitting the ground. 

"Honey, don't you think that's a lot of books?" 

"If I continue to have my night problems, we will have to buy more books to read" I try to give myself a small smile 

"My love, wouldn't it be better if you went to therapy to try to control your nightmares? I mean, I can happily read you a book to distract you, but, it would be better if you..." 

“Not therapy” 

“But, Hela...” 

"I said no." 

She dropped the books and left the place, striding forward and frowning. So tiredly, I just took two books, 'The Little Prince' and ' The Notebook', went up to Mario and paid him for the books. Mario in complete silence did the shopping, until, when he put the books in an adorable paper bag, he simply blurted out. 

"You and your girlfriend make a cute couple" 

"Thank you" 

——————————————————————————— 

We both let things calm down between us, Hela was a little upset by our little argument in the bookstore, and I knew that if I kept insisting on therapy, the only thing I would achieve is her anger and she wouldn't even tell me the origin of the problem.

The day passed, Hela only spoke to me for the essentials and that was killing me.

But, I was pleasantly surprised, when at the end of the day, almost to go to sleep, Hela snuggled up next to me on the sofa, turned off the television and looked into my eyes

"In Asgard, we had something similar to therapy, it wasn't the same, but, it was something, twistedly similar" I remained silent, but tried to convey my interest through my eyes "my father always thought that I would become a strange woman, beyond the battlefield, thought that my taste for the female figure was a little strange. So he me send to that… therapy class…”

I couldn't let her continue, I already knew what she wanted to tell me, and I could swear that if I heard anything else come out of Hela's mouth my heart was going to break, so I just dedicated myself to hugging her and kissing her head 

"Hela, listen to me" gently, I took her face in my hands, making her beautiful eyes look at mine "I will never, NEVER let someone hurt you, neither because of your past, nor because of your tastes" I kissed her nose " No matter what I have to do, I'm going to make everyone see what I see every time I see you." 

"A foolish warrior?" She ask with flushed cheeks and a goofy grin. 

"No, I see a loving, intelligent, insightful woman, and with a lot of love to give" 

“I think you have a very different perspective than I am” 

"Then I'll have to work twice as hard, just for you to see a small part of the reasons why I'm madly in love with you." 

"Hmm, how about you start your demo with a kiss?" the woman parted just a bit, just to give me a flirtatious smile 

“As many as you want, my queen” 

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“Oh,” you gasp as you stumble back slightly before turning to look at her. “My queen,” you mumble bowing messily as she smirks down at you.

She nods her head back to the archway she’s appeared through, a mischievous grin on her face.

“I’m afraid we won’t be staying here, Y/N,” she declares as you look up at her, unsure of what’s about to happen. “I think we might be more comfortable in my chambers.”

“As you wish,” you nod, unsure if you should start to walk forward until she nods her head once more before turning away, waiting for you to follow.

“Oh? Y/N?” She adds, turning once more.

“Yes, your majesty?”

“Leave your dress here.”

She waits for a moment, before you drop your gaze, fumbling with the straps of your dress before slipping it down your shoulders, looking up briefly just in time to see her satisfied smirk before she clicks away, leaving you to finish undressing.

You consider your undergarments for a moment, but remember that she said dress specifically, so you leave them on, still feeling completely naked and vulnerable, padding after her as you fidget with the gold chain around your neck, the emerald swinging, left and right, left and right.

“In here, darling,” her voice beckons as you keep walking down the hallway, cold and dark, echoes clicking and creaking, the only light flickering from candles, casting a soft ember glow.

She’s sitting on the edge of a grand, regal bed. It takes up most of the room, not many other pieces of furniture or knick knacks. It’s bold. It’s regal. It’s her. All gold and velvet black with pops of emerald that have you feeling cold tingles down your spine and something hot between your thighs, like flames so hot they feel cold licking at your skin.

She waves you forward with the wag of a single index finger, tilting her head, raven-black hair falling over her shoulder, black silk falling down her skin with it as you let out a shudder, your breath hitching.

“Sit, my pet,” she murmurs, patting the edge of the bed. “There’s no need to kneel before me, Y/N. Well…not today at least.”

You’re unsure what to think as you walk forward, sitting down, rigid beside her, and then one of her hands is on your thigh, sliding towards your center slowly as you let out a shaky breath at the touch, your stomach flipping deliciously.

Her other hand finds your back, resting delicately against it as you hum, and then her hand goes rigid, sharp nails digging into your skin as you let out a gasp, a velvet chuckle falling from her lips.

“You know I never had the chance to thank you for your service the other day, Y/N,” Hela murmurs, one hand gliding down your thigh as the other raked down your back, both making you shiver, goosebumps rippling down your skin. “And I don’t know which feels better to you,” she breathes. Her fingers trace along your thigh before disappearing and then her nails rake along your back again before they stop, as if to prove her point. Her choices. 

“Both,” you squeak, blushing at the admission.

“Well, well,” she laughs softly, pushing your leg open slightly so you’re exposed to her, her hand trailing down along her panties, swiping along the fabric as you let out a whimper. “Wet already, I see. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Y/N? How delicate. And quite the talent. Not many people have heard me make the sounds I made…for you, my pet. And now? I’d like to hear what sounds you can make for me, Y/N.”

“Please,” you whisper, feeling yourself growing wetter, the brunette looking down at your with sharp, deep eyes.

“Try again,” she whispers, pushing you onto your back, her fingers sweeping through your hair as she crawls down you, breathing against your core, your hips bucking up against her, desperate to be touched.

“My queen,” you pant, unable to keep your hips from rolling against her, even as she slowly pulls your panties down your thighs to your knees, smirking and laughing at you, already a whimpering, pathetic mess under her grip with barely a touch, only the idea of what she might do, already driving you absolutely wild. “Please, my Queen. My body is yours. My pleasure is yours.”

“That’s more like it, my pet,” she whispers, dragging her tongue along your hip as you cry out before her head disappears between your thighs, her nose and tongue poking at your wetness slow and torturously.

She’s snickering at you as you roll your hips, trying to gain more purchase, reaching up at her, but she pins your hands down against the mattress.

She licks along your ear as you gasp, her hand finding your neck, pressing firmly.

“You can ask me to touch you, darling,” she whispers. “And I will. But if you want me to Fuck you, you’re going to have to beg me for it.”

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i wish i could run to you - H.O. PART 1/2

(Part of my Red (Taylor's Version) fics)

Song - I Almost Do

Pairing - Hela Odinsdottir x Reader

Summary - Hela Odinsdottir is alive, she was captured by the Avengers and is being kept in a cell within the compound. Whilst there she meets Y/N, one of her captors, forming an extremely unlikely connection with her. What will happen when their budding relationship is forbidden, will the other Avengers believe that she can truly change?

Warnings - mentions of injury, tiny bit of angst

Word Count - 6039

D a y  O n e

Hela Odinsdottir was captured today; Thor was able to help you and your fellow Avengers to detain her before she acted on her plans to rule Asgard and right now she was in a cell at the compound until further action was to be taken. She was being held until a decision was made though they were at a dead end, leaning towards sending her to The Raft.

"Why am I even here? I didn't do anything." She spoke, arms crossed against her chest as she looked out at the group from her cell.

"You were conspiring to enslave the people of Asgard so you could rule over them." Thor's voice boomed through the room.

"Also you literally blew up a building." Tony interjected.

"Nobody died." She added with a huff.

"Not quite, but there were a few civilians injured." Thor returned. "You are a danger to Midgard and need to be treated as such. You will be kept here until further notice." He finished before turning and storming from the room.

You sat between Wanda and Natasha as you watched their conversation, the three of you following Tony and Steve out as they followed in Thor's footsteps. As you were leaving you turned towards her cell, eyes meeting across the room as you did so; her eyes looked into yours for a few seconds, seeming to soften slightly from the hard exterior they'd been showing before looking away again.

"Alright, everyone get some rest - it's been a long day." Steve announced as he walked.

You continued on to your room, opening the door to find Wanda and Natasha sitting on either side of your bed leaving a space for you in the middle - they'd somehow managed to find snacks and drinks in the time it took you to get there and had lay them on the bed ready.

"We're having a movie night." Natasha stated as you walked in, Wanda smiling up at you - who were you to deny your best friends of their wishes? You snuggled between them beneath the duvet as Wanda chose a movie to play. You didn't even last half of the movie before you fell asleep with your head resting on Natasha's shoulder, both of them drifting off not too long after.

D a y  T w o

"Morning Y/N/N." Wanda greeted as you walked into the kitchen the following morning, her and Natasha both sitting at the kitchen counter eating breakfast.

"Morning." You directed to the both of them, smiling as Natasha gave her usual grumbled response as she sipped her coffee. You grabbed some of the coffee Wanda prepares each morning as well as some of the fruit and pancakes she'd set out; it never fails to surprise you that she can get up and prepare breakfast for the group, she says she enjoys it though you could never understand how.

The three of you fell into casual conversation as you ate, time passing easily as you laughed together, though your mind often wandered back to a certain black haired woman and you didn't really know why.

"You two ready to train?" Natasha asked, clearing the bowls away.

"Yeah let's go." Wanda answered, getting up from where she sat, the both of them looking on to you expectantly as you always trained together.

"I'll meet you both down there in a few minutes." You smiled back to them, they took your answer with a nod before leaving the room.

Once you knew they were out of earshot you grabbed an empty plate, scooping some fruit - raspberries and strawberries - onto it along with a couple of the pancakes, also pocketing a packet of pop tarts from the cupboard. When you were done you made your way down the hallways, sneaking past the few guards on the way before you found yourself outside of Hela's cell.

"Um, hi." You uttered, suddenly nervous as you looked at her through the glass.

"Hello." She returned, clearly confused as to why you were talking to her, legs crossed as she sat on the uncomfortable looking bed.

"Hi. I'm, uh, Y/N. I just brought you some food - I know they don't feed you well when you're in here so..." You stuttered out, holding the plate up for her to see, making your way over the hatch to place it for her to take it.

"It's certainly no palace." She shrugged, standing and taking the few steps over to the plate though looked at it dubiously and leaving it where it was.

"I didn't poison it - or do you just not like strawberries?" You spoke, sure you saw a slight smirk tug at her lips.

"I'm not sure poisoning would effect me much. Perhaps I've been poisoned a few times but survived - who knows?" She smirked, that time the smirk was definitely there making you smile up at her, now taking the plate and popping a strawberry into her mouth.

"Oh wait, I brought you these too." You spoke, dropping the pop tarts through the hatch too.

"Oh, I love these. Definitely the best thing on Midgard." You giggled slightly at what seems to be a genetic love for the snack, though thought it best to not liken her to her half brother right now.

"Well I'm glad I could bring you better food." You smiled, eyes meeting with hers again, your closeness to her allowing you to see the shades of green of her irises.

"Why did you bring me this?"

"I don't think you should be treated badly just because you're in here." You shrugged, partly unsure as to why you'd gone out of your way to bring her food - it definitely wasn't allowed but you felt as though you should.

"Especially when I didn't technically do anything." She mumbled with a huff.

"Well, yeah. But keep that between us."

"Maybe I'll tell my brother on you."

"Nah, I don't think you will."

"And why's that?"

"Because I can keep bringing you the best thing on Midgard and I can even bring you something comfier than those clothes you've been given." You smiled, a faint smile crossed her lips as she hummed in thought.

"Fine. I won't tell - for now." She teased, eyes looking over your body, the action making your cheeks flush and you could tell she noticed from the smirk across her features.

"I have to go train but I will be back. And could you please hide the plate?" You pleaded, receiving a nod in return and then a small wave as you opened the door to leave.

You left Hela in a slight shock, confused at the absence of anger towards your presence as she ate the food you brought her; brows furrowing in thought as she thought of you. Why did you show her kindness? And why did she feel slightly disheartened as you left?

You both spent the majority of the day with thoughts of the other; Hela pacing in her cell and you training and then attending a couple of meetings, both of you feeling almost excited at the prospect of another conversation.

You didn't make it back to her until then evening when you weren't in anyone else's presence, finding a long sleeve t-shirt and some leggings from your wardrobe - ones not too dissimilar to the ones she'd been given only yours were softer. You also snuck some more pop tarts as well as a bottle of orange juice between the clothing items, creeping your way down to her as you'd done earlier in the day.

At the sound of the door opening, Hela's head snapped up from where she was lying mindlessly staring at the ceiling, a barely present warmth igniting in her at the sight of you with clothes in hand approaching her cell. "Hello Y/N." She spoke, you grew slightly flustered at her voice - the fact she remembered your name.

"Hello Hela." You siled back nervously, her general atmosphere being intimidating didn't bode too well with your gentle and warm-hearted nature, in fact you were almost polar opposites. "These clothes are similar enough to those ones that I don't think anyone'll notice." You added, dropping them for her to take along with the pop tarts and juice.

"Thank you." Hela returned, taking the items gratefully. "I prefer apple juice but I suppose this'll do." She muttered with a faux sigh, sensing your nervousness around her and feeling pleased when she watched your tense shoulders relax at her jest, giggling slightly which only made her feel that warmth again - why was she feeling this way?

"I'll bare that in mind, though the general consensus is orange juice so it would be hard to explain if apple juice started turning up. I can't just tell them it's for a prisoner." You laughed.

"I suppose not." She chuckled back. "Although it does give me another reason to dislike the Avengers - apple juice is much nicer. And I'm not sure I like the term prisoner."

"How about 'cell inhabitant'?"

"I could work with that." She spoke, starting to pull at the hem of her shirt, you quickly spun around with a flushed face, eyes focusing on the ground as she laughed at your flustered state. "Thank you again, these are much softer." She spoke again, the old clothes in the hatch for you to collect along with the empty plate from breakfast.

"It's okay." You smiled to her as you picked them up, her eyes looking into yours through the glass. Your phone buzzed in your pocket with a text from Nat - 'Where are you? Dinner's ready - Steve wants us to eat together. Shitty 'team bonding' yuck come save us :(' You grinned at her message, Hela mesmerised with the scrunch of your nose as you did so. "I'm sorry, I've gotta go - team dinner."

"Sounds fun." She teased.

"You may not feel it but right at this moment, you're the lucky one." You laughed as you walked away, "Goodnight, Hela." You waved as you reached the door.

"Goodnight Y/N." She answered, spending the rest of her night revelling in the delicate scent of your clothes, a clean and floral smell from them being freshly laundered. This warm feeling she was experiencing at the thought of you was confusing to her, how she wanted to know how it was to be truly near you without glass in the way, perhaps touch your clothes whilst they're on your body.

D a y  S e v e n

A few days later and Hela had been held in the cell for a week, a decision still to be made on where to send her, you ate your breakfast with the others in a world of your own. Hand resting in the palm of your hand as you thought of her, black hair and green eyes, smile that showed itself to only you; you'd grown closer to Hela in the past week, talking to her everyday, more and more each day as you got better and sneaking down to her.

You'd spent hours chatting through the glass, technology skills allowing you to tamper with the cameras so nobody knows what you've been doing. You know she likes apple juice and pop tarts and has never seen fireworks, she enjoys drawing and often used charcoal on scraps of paper when she had access to nothing else, her time on Midgard didn't allow her to watch much TV though she did find herself enjoying The Wizard of Oz when she flicked through TV one boring night. You know that she's been rather lonely though she didn't tell you that explicitly and you also know that she loves nature, something not often expected from the Goddess of Death; the feeling of grass beneath her bare feet and the soft tickling of leaves and petals as she runs her fingertips along them.

"Earth to Y/N." Tony spoke, the others looking on expectantly.

"Huh?"

"We asked if you're ready to come and train for that mission in a couple of days." Natasha laughed.

"Oh. Yeah, I need to get changed first."

"Okay, we can meet you down there." Steve smiled, everyone heading the opposite way to you as you went to your room to change out of your pyjamas. You changed quickly, grabbing what you'd put ready earlier on and sneaking your way to Hela.

"Good morning." You smiled greeting Hela who was stood near the glass already, awaiting your arrival.

"Morning." She smiled, not as genuine as usual. "What have you got there?" She gestured towards the items in your arms.

"I brought you some art supplies - a sketchbook, pencils and charcoal. Also some fruit, pop tarts and apple juice." You smiled, placing them for her to grab, her smile growing and tears welling in her eyes.

"You remembered?"

"Of course. Are you okay?" You asked, noting her unusually teary self. "And before you lie and say you're fine, please don't." You scolded softly at her small nod.

"I'm sick of being stuck in here, it's not fair. And these cuffs ridding me of my powers are painful, I just don't want to be trapped in here alone anymore." Her teary green eyes looked into yours through the glass, fingers rubbing away the tears before they fell, she knew she'd never let anyone see her this way but you were different, she felt normal around you - as though she could be herself.

"Come here." You spoke, putting your hand through the hatch of the cell. She approached slowly, staring down at your hand with furrowed brows, tentatively inching her hand towards yours.

"You're not scared touching my hand will kill you or something." She smirked, that smirk you've come to love over the past seven days.

"Nope, now hurry up I don't have all day." You laughed, entwining your fingers with hers, warmth tingling in both your arms, both of you feeling electricity course through your veins at the contact. "You, Hela, are not alone. You have me and I know it's not conventional but I'm going to be here for you as much as possible, no matter what happens. Okay?"

"Okay, Y/N." She grinned, butterflies in her stomach as she squeezed your hand, hardly believing this moment wasn't just a figment of her imagination. Never once had anybody been kind to her like you had, something so trivial as a gentle touch of the hand or a hug was a completely foreign concept to her. "Now go and train for that mission." She insisted, separating your hands reluctantly, you grinned as you left only thinking of how much you longed to hold her hand in yours once more.

Later that day once the night had settled in, you were able to sneak your way back down to her, taking a deep breath before you walked in to the room, about to do something potentially reckless. You stepped as confidently as you could to the door of her cell, not answering her when she asked what you were doing, nervous you'd second guess yourself if you did.

You unlocked the door and stepped in shutting it behind you, Hela taking steps away from you. "What are you doing? I don't want to hurt you by accident."

"You won't." You reassured, stepping towards her slowly, her raised hands lowering to her sides, taking a step closer to you. She let you wrap your arms around her waist, easing into the hug with her hands ghosting against your back. You relaxed in one another's embrace, the scent of her shampoo flooding your nostrils, the scent of your delicate perfume in hers.

You pulled back after a few moments, sweeping a few strands of her hair behind her ear as she looked into your eyes, no glass to separate you anymore. "Goodnight, Hela." You whispered, stepping on tip toes to press a brief peck on her cheek.

"Goodnight, darling." She breathed, dominant energy coming back with a smirk as she took in your flustered state at the nickname. Both of you waved as you left, locking the cell again and leaving the room, head full of the Goddess all night, her head full of you.

D a y  E i g h t

Today, most of the team had gone on a mission leaving only you, Sam and Bucky in the compound; they'd decided on a day of training so you chose to sneak down to see Hela. You worked your tech knowledge on the systems, making sure the cameras were on a loop, asking F.R.I.D.A.Y to alert you when the team returned.

"Good morning." You smiled, balancing the change of clothes and snacks on your arm as you unlocked the cell.

"Morning." She returned with a smile, taking some of the items from you as you closed the door again, setting a blanket down on the floor. "Aren't you going to get into trouble, fraternising with the enemy?" She smirked, slightly rolling her eyes.

"Nope, everyone's on a mission or busy so nobody'll know." You answered, sitting on the blanket and setting the snacks out in front of you.

"So, what are we doing today then?" She asked, you smacked your hand over your face to cover your eyes as she began to get changed and she only laughed at your flustered reaction.

"I thought we could watch a movie on my phone and just eat some snacks I dunno." You shrugged. "I just wanted to spend some time with you." You mumbled.

"Why is that?" She questioned, taking a seat beside you.

"I just like your company." You uttered, nervous under her gaze though you cold see the softness in her eyes and the upturn on her smile.

"I suppose I like yours too."

"How are you today anyway?" You spoke, trying to fight against the heat that had risen into your cheeks.

"I'm just restless in here and bored - when you're not here anyway. They're looking to send me to some kind of Supermax prison instead of the Raft but nothing certain yet." She shrugged with a sigh.

"Maybe they'll change their mind and let you out. You could pinky promise not to do anything."

"That sounds like the perfect plan." She chuckled shaking her head. "How about you? Excited for your mission tomorrow?"

"Nervous. I always get nervous for missions - it's a lot of pressure you know? Saving the world." You returned with mock arrogance.

"I'm sure it is. Let me choose a movie then." She laughed, grabbing your phone and scrolling through the Netflix menu and pressing play on Dirty Dancing. "It's a guilty pleasure." She shrugged sheepishly, making you giggle with a nod of your head.

"No judgement here." The two of you leaned against the bed with the phone propped up, munching on some of the snacks as you watched the movie. "Do you mind if I plait your hair?" You questioned nervously. "People always say it's soothing and it helps my nerves to have something to do with my hands." The both of you had the same dirty thought at your comment though she smiled and nodded nonetheless.

"Okay. I've never had anyone do my hair before." She shuffled forwards so you could slot behind her, legs in a criss-cross position. She tensed slightly as your fingers brushed through the long black strands, soft beneath your fingertips and the delicate scent of strawberry filling your nose, courtesy of the shampoo and conditioner you'd sneakily provided her; though as you gently collected the strands off her shoulders she relaxed into your touch.

The occasional scrape of your nails against her scalp as your combed your fingers through her hair, separating it into three, spread a warmth over her body; the occasional contact made between your fingertips and the soft skin of her neck set her body alight. She could barely focus on the movie at your touch, the comfort she felt and how she wished you'd never let go - it was new to her, this feeling and she never wanted it to end.

You tied the plait at the end with an elastic from your wrist, running your fingers along the soft hair woven together, admiring the long locks and trying to prolong the physical contact in any way you could. "All done." You smiled, watching as the soft grin plastered itself across Hela's lips as she stroked the new braid.

"Thank you, Y/N."

A while later you'd finished the movie and had fallen into general conversation, talking about nothing in particular but often making one another laugh and never growing bored of each other's company.

"What are your powers then? I'm guessing you have some if your on the team?"

"Rude." You gasped in faux offence, holding your hand over your chest. "You don't think my super high skill in all the weapons as well as hand-to-hand combat are enough to be one of Midgard's mightiest heroes?"

"Sorry, mighty hero. I'm sure you're the best on the team."

"That's more like it." You both laughed. "But I do have powers, you're right."

"Let me see, let me see." She pleaded, hands clasped together in front of her.

"Alright, alright, chill. Here." You brought your hands out in front of you, palms facing upwards and let small flames ignite from them. Hela's face was illuminated by the orange flames dancing on your skin, snaking around your wrists and up your arms. She watched in awe, mouth slightly agape as she watched trails of the fire slither over your skin before trailing down to your palms and being put out again as your squeezed your hands into fists.

"Wow." She smiled.

"I like to think that one day, you could show me your powers too."

"I'd like that."

"Oh, wait, I know something I could show you. I was practising this the other day." You exclaimed, lying on your back, the soft blanket beneath you. "Come here, lie down." She did so, albeit hesitantly, shuffling into a comfortable position.

"What is it?"

"I haven't done it yet, be patient." You laughed making her smile at the sound; she'd come to love your laugh, the way it sounds different depending on what you're laughing at, sometimes deep and loud, sometimes a quiet giggle, especially if you're nervous, and sometimes, when you've found something truly and deeply funny, it's downright boisterous.

"Fine, hurry up then." She huffed. A few moments later you shot some of your flames into the air, allowing them to explode into controlled fireworks; varying shades of yellows and oranges, the occasional blue spark. The colours filled the room before fizzling out, your fingers shooting more up above you; you turned your head and watched her face lit up, coloured light reflecting in her emerald eyes as she smiled at the view.

Her hand inched towards yours as you both gazed upwards, her little finger reaching out for yours. You entwined your pinky finger with hers wordlessly, your other hand still keeping control of the firework show above your bodies.

"That was amazing, I guess I can tick seeing fireworks off my bucket list now." Hela laughed, turning her head to face you, not separating your hands just yet. You turned to look back at her with a smile, feeling slightly breathless when you saw the few centimetres separating your faces.

"What else is on your list?"

"I hadn't gotten much further than fireworks and watching Dirty Dancing in a cell." She remarked, sarcasm lacing her tone, the sarcasm you'd found yourself loving and missing when it didn't bless your ears. "But there is one thing I've been thinking of adding." Her voice had deepened slightly, quietening to almost a whisper as her eyes carefully examined your face, flicking down to your lips before connecting with yours again.

"And what's that?"

"Kissing one of Midgard's mightiest heroes." Her free hand came up to cup the side of your face, thumb stroking over your cheek, it shocked her when there wasn't even the hint of a flinch at her hand. "Do you think you could help me out with that?"

"I'm sure I could get Iron Man sent down here if you wa-" You spoke, trying your hardest to hold back your laugh which only erupted when she gave your shoulder a playful shove. You inched forwards, so close you could feel her breath on your lips before closing the gap with a peck.

She pulled your face back to hers, lips slotting together with ease in a soft and delicate kiss, slow yet holding all the passion you could want as the built up feelings were finally released. Not too long after, the voice of F.R.I.D.A.Y sounded in the room, "Ms Y/L/N, the others have just landed and will be on their way up in a few minutes."

"Okay, thank you friday." You replied, out of breath from the kiss, cheeks slightly flushed. "I'm so sorry, I'm gonna have to leave."

"That's okay. Thank you for today, it's been the best I've had." She stood up with you, squeezing your hand.

"Me too."

"Good luck with your mission tomorrow, be safe."

"Thank you. Sleep well Hela." You pressed another lingering kiss upon her lips before rushing out of the room and down to the living area to make it look like you weren't doing something that was anything less than innocent. She felt embarrassed to fall into the cliché but Hela felt as though she was floating, utterly up on cloud nine, the lasting effects of your kiss dancing across her lips.

D a y  T w e l v e

Today was the fourth day of your mission; the mission started off okay before taking a slight turn resulting in you and the others having to take shelter in a safe house for the night. On the second day you were taken.

You'd been ambushed by a group of HYDRA agents at a base that was meant to be empty, you had separated from the group taking down multiple agents with ease before they'd surrounded you; equipping you with a power dampening collar, squeezing at your neck, knocking you unconscious with a blow to the head and dragging you to the back of a van.

It wasn't until the rest of the team had called into comms to meet back at the Quinjet that they realised you weren't there, it wasn't totally uncommon for earpieces to fall out and you were known to be rather clumsy. They waited in the jet for you, even went back to the building searching each and every corner but there was nothing, no sign of you.

They'd spent the last two days they'd been endlessly searching for you, sleep was a stranger as they gulped coffee by the gallon, nervous energy buzzing through them. They hit dead end after dead end until today - they'd found you.

When you were taken you woke up in a cold room, blinding fluorescent lights glaring into your eyes as they blinked against the harsh environment, you arms were stretched above you, chains tight around your wrists as they hung from the ceiling. They'd been prying you for information about the Avengers and what they knew about their operation, attempting to beat it out of you but you stayed loyal to your friends, biting your tongue and letting nothing spill but your blood.

Your body was tired, beaten and bruised; varying intensities of cuts and wounds littered your body, dried blood smeared across your skin. You didn't know how much longer you'd be able to hold on, hope dwindling and only flooding back at the sound of alarms blaring through the building.

From where your exhausted body was trapped you could hear shouts and scuffles, heavy footsteps echoing throughout the corridors and gun shots. Your eyes were blurred, only making out a rectangle of light across from you as the squeak of an opening door sounded, gentle yet hurried footsteps approaching; careful hands holding onto you whilst another pair produced red tendrils to loosen your restraints.

You gasped for the breath you'd been denied of when the metal collar was removed from your neck, bruising patterning the skin where it lay. Natasha and Wanda wrapped their arms around you from either side, helping you stand on your own two feet, any words they were speaking were muffled, drowned out by the tiredness seeping into you. Your consciousness wavered in and out on the way back to the compound, you just wanted to sleep but the stinging pain of wounds being seen to and dressed pulled your eyes open; the soft hands of your best friends provided a comfort you'd been severely lacking for the few days. Natasha and Wanda's soft words of reassurance, hued with both worry and relief filled your ears.

A few hours later you awoke again in the medical bay, an IV combatting your dehydration and bandages and gauze covering up any injuries; your body was sore and an ache ran through your bones. "Hey, you're awake." Wanda smiled from the chair pressed up against your bed as close as it could get, Natasha mirrored her position on your other side.

"How're you feeling?" Natasha questioned, eyes soft as she looked at you. You pulled your lips into the biggest smile you could with a light nod of your head.

"I'm okay." You lied, you were in pain and you felt on edge and you just wanted to cry but your best friends know you keep your feelings to yourself an unhealthy amount, they were disheartened at your answer but hoped you'd open up to them when you're ready. You'd never been more glad that Wanda keeps out of your mind without permission when thoughts of Hela flooded your mind, how much you wished to go to her right now. You wished to seek her arms for comfort but you couldn't run to her without raising questions, she is a cell inhabitant after all.

"We were so worried." She returned, lip trembling slightly as she smiled through her tears. The look on her face as well as the tears threatening to spill from Wanda's eyes caused the first salty drop to trail down your cheek. You cleared your throat and wiped it away promptly, sitting up more in the bed with a small wince.

"I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm here." Your voice barely above a whisper as the tears building threatened to betray you. They each held one of your hands, letting themselves revel in the fact you were alive, you were back with them and that was the most important thing right now.

The quiet was interrupted by Pietro speeding through the doors, a relieved smile plastering over his face when he saw you awake and sitting upright in bed, he was followed by Steve, Sam, Bucky and Tony who all had the same expressions - Thor was back on Asgard for another few days whilst a decision was being made on the Hela situation.

They placed themselves around the room where they could, asking how you were, were you in pain blah blah blah. Around thirty minutes later of random conversation you'd had enough, you just wanted to process the past few days alone and let the tears fall where no one would walk in on you. You took it upon yourself to yank the IV from your hand, letting it drop down the side of the bed.

"What are you doing?" Tony asked, the first to notice your actions as the others spoke around you.

"You need to rest Y/N." Steve instructed.

"Okay. I'll go and rest in my own room then." You answered, already feeling aggravated at his words - you just wanted to be alone or with Hela.

"You know that's not the same." He sighed, putting an arm out to stop you from placing your feet on the ground, your legs dangling over the edge of the bed, dressed in black leggings and your feet bare.

"Don't touch me Steve." You deadpanned, letting the cold of the floor reach the bottoms of your feet as they landed. Your limbs were stiff as your legs began to carry you past everyone, your leg giving way slightly causing you to stumble. His hand grabbed onto your arm as you righted yourself before shrugging him away and continuing to the door.

"If you need anything we'll be here." Natasha shouted over to you, you turned to look at them with a teary smile and a nod.

"I know. See you tomorrow."

Your feet pattered down the corridors, you didn't even bother going to your room - knowing the other's would give you your space and not head that way tonight; you let your tired body carry you to where it wanted to go. Minutes later you were stepping into Hela's cell, her eyes full of shock and worry as she hurried over to you, shutting the door behind you.

"Elskan." She muttered, voice soft and barely above as whisper as she approached you, pulling you close to her and looking intently over your face at the cuts and bruises. "Are you okay? What happened?"

You went to speak but all that sounded from you was choked sobs, tears streaming down your cheeks and bottom lip trembling as the lump in your throat tightened. Hela didn't push you for information, only pulling you into her in a warm embrace. Her hands comfortingly stroking your back and through your hair as your body shook with cries, all you could do for ten minutes was be held by her, her arms wrapped around you as all your fears and worries from the past few days overflowed.

"Was it your mission, sæt stelpa?" She asked once your sobs had settled to sniffles and you were wrapped in her arms lying on her bed, made warmer and more comfortable by blankets you'd sneakily brought down to her, she'd given back one of your hoodies to wear, noticing the goose bumps on your bare skin. You lay in her hold, her fingers stroking through your hair as your head lay in her chest, calmed by the rhythmic beating of her heart and sporadic kisses pressed to your head.

"Yeah." You nodded, voice hoarse from crying. "They took me, tortured me for days." You mumbled, her hold on you growing tighter at your words and anger boiled in her blood. You saw her fist clenching in annoyance, taking her hand in yours, pressing a kiss to the back. "It's okay, I'm okay, I'll be okay. You make me feel okay."

Hela couldn't help but smile at your words, anger levels lowering as your fingers entwined with hers, eyes growing heavy as sleep called to you. "You, Y/N, are my little mighty hero." She smiled, making you laugh lightly.

"Yeah?"

"Of course. Now, get to sleep darling." She murmured, closing her eyes too and holding you close, both of you enjoying each other's comforting company as your breaths evened out, drifting into slumber for the night.

D a y  T h i r t e e n

"What the fuck?" Tony's voice shouted, the others in the room staring at what he was looking at. Your body cuddled up to Hela's in the cell, fluffy blanket draped over your bodies as you stirred awake due to his interruption. The team had all gone down to her cell this morning to discuss her case, they were leaving you to sleep until a little later on - not expecting to find you snuggled up to the prisoner herself.

"Y/N?!" Wanda and Natasha exclaimed, standing up against the glass, knocking on it to wake you quicker, not wanting to go straight in just in case it was a trap. Your head shot up from where it lay on Hela's chest, her eyes darting over to your teammates too.

Your eyes widened at the sight of them, eyes looking on with a mixture of fear and concern, thinking you'd been taken in against your will. "Oh shit." You muttered with a sigh.

Read Part Two HERE

The language I used is Icelandic - based on research I did it is the closest to Old Norse in modern day elskan - darling sæt stelpa - sweet/cute girl

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I need one good fanfic of all four Odinson Siblings being a blended royal family from the beginning.

Odin's first from his first marriage. Hela is always surprised to learn of Odin's increases in his brood, as she spends decades from Asgard at a time. She's got shit to do. Not sure why only Nine Realms when 60 is a much fuller number. Is building alliances across the stars, hoping to supplant her father before her first grey hair, but every planetary dictator she talks to expects some sort of familial alliance with her in exchange for soldiers. Not sure what that's about.

His first with Frigga, who benefited from Frigga's revolutionary ideas - peace and diplomacy - but also enjoyed stories of his sister bludgeoning enemies with a giant, blunt hammer. Thor is adequately knowledgeable about art history, astrophysics, six galactic languages, WW2 history, MMORPG video games, AI development and baking. Has no ambition whatsoever. Spends most of his time frequenting several pubs and cafes across the Nine Realms, talking to patrons and breaking glassware.

Odin's attempt at "peace and diplomacy," an ice runt he definitely didn't steal. Loki has been proposed to six times, sometimes at the same time! Odin stays intimately involved in the nuptial negotiations, increasing Loki's bridal price every attempt. The latest offer has been a serious downgrade from the usual: 8 jet ski dealerships and patent rights to a sugary confection. What's Odin supposed to do with that?!

Odin and Frigga's youngest, Sylvie, who when she begged for more independence from the Palace, her parents assumed she wanted a countryside castle. She really meant she wanted to bum on the couches of activists and authors she met while following around Thor. The more anarchical, the better, as little excites her more than talking into the late hours about the inevitable fall of the Asgardian regime. Frigga allows it because... She's finally socializing.

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