#king!thor x reader

[justiceiswater]

God he’s so smooth. Just so sexy and big and says such nice things. I’m half in love with him already! And he’s so quick to laugh! Such an important personality trait!! Love to see it!

A Wife for Thor Pt.03

10/21/2020

Garden of Delights

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 5,411

Warnings: angst, jealousy, talks of death, talk of sickness, infant sickness, neglect, fluff

A/N: As I said, writing itself right now. lol I’m not really sure how long this story will be. I have the basic premise set and a small plot, but if I choose to make this around the size of Pseudo Princess, I’ll have to come up with a bigger plot than the simple one I’ve got. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I know I certainly loved writing it. If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

Seriously, Thor doesn’t reblog as easily as Bucky or Steve on tumblr, so I TRULY appreciate it.

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[abbyromanoff]

PLEASE BRO IF YOUR DOING REQUESTS,

Can you please do yandere!possessive!gp!valkryie, where her and reader had a huge argument and reader storms out leaving Valkyrie alone. Later coming home Valkyrie rails the shit out of reader in front of a mirror because valkryie followed reader to a bar where she saw a man flirt reader (she OFC kills the dude when he reader leaves.)

PLEASE BRO IVE ASKED SO MANY PPL (no hate to anybody I've asked, I love you all 💞)

GONE, BUT NOT FOR LONG

PAIRINGS: Valkyrie x reader

WORD COUNT: 2,821

WARNINGS: smut, Valkyrie has a dick, blowjobs, cunnilingus, killing, murder, dark!valkyrie, knives, king!valkyrie, fingering, facials, breeding, noncon, jealousy, possessiveness, think that’s all :)

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Run. Keep running. That’s all that ran through your mind as you sped away from the large building where you used to sleep peacefully, that was until you found out the truth, until you realized your lover had been lying to you all along.

She was the king, one respected by many, if not all. Citizens trusted her with their lives yet she kept her disguise, taking away the innocence of others as she cut them short of breathing. The man didn’t deserve that, no matter what he did to annoy her, he didn’t deserve to die. He could’ve had a family, children wondering when their dad would come home, only to have him stripped away to never see again.

You always knew Valkyrie had a jealous side to her, some would even call it possessiveness. But you never thought it would go this far.

Earlier on you had planned on surprising the woman at work, hoping she’d still be in her office for lunch instead of skipping like usual. You always warned her of the health concerns that came with ignoring meals, but she never listened, stating she was often times ‘too busy to remember’. And you wished when you entered that was what greeted you, your girlfriend hunched over a pile of papers on her desk, only it was far from that.

When you entered, a small grin on your face and a container in your hands, you were greeted with the sight of Valkyrie holding a knife to a man’s neck who was begging for forgiveness. Your feet planted in your spot as you gasped, mouth falling wide open while the older woman snapped her head in your direction.

“Please-“ The man cried out behind his gag, only to have the sharp object slit his skin open, causing blood to ooze out of his rapidly until he fell limp to the floor.

“Baby? Baby, it’s alright, he was a very, very bad man, okay? He had this coming.” She tried reaching out for you, handing the blade to one of her bodyguards who took it without hesitation, the rest of them already starting to clean up the mess she made. You backed away, wincing from her near touch alone. You knew she loved you and would never hurt you, but what if that changed? What if she did hurt you someday? She often got mad when she was jealous, what if it went so far one day and she tried to hurt you?

“Don’t touch me!” Your eyes were glossed over and she gulped fearfully at the sight, she wasn’t one to be afraid or scared, but knowing she caused those tears was what scared her the most. It scared her of herself, of what she could do.

“It’s me, love, I’m not going to hurt you.” But how could you trust that? How could you trust that she’d keep you safe when she just killed an innocent person right in front of your eyes?

“Look, he- he deserved it! I had to keep you safe-“

“Don’t you dare put this on me, I am not the one who held a knife to his neck and slit his fucking throat! I don’t even know his name, for Christ's sake!” She seemed to be growing more and more agitated as you continued to ignore her words, and chose to believe your own instead. You didn’t understand, you didn’t understand the things she had to do to keep you safe.

“Do you think I don’t know that? Do you think I wanted to kill him? No, but I knew he couldn’t roam free after what he did to you, what if he tried on someone else, huh? Would you let him have forgiveness then?” In all honesty, she wanted to do it. She found herself being filled with joy whenever she got to end the life of one of her victims. She had no idea what was wrong with her, she knew it wasn’t normal but she couldn’t stop, it just felt so good.

When there was no response spewing out of your mouth, she decided to take the next step and brought a single foot forward, letting her palms caress your face as she smiled, you didn’t pull away. Although, she noticed the small flinch but chose to ignore it.

“Guards,” She called for the attention of the tall men, all of them turning their heads in her direction. “Please exit the premises, and take the body with you.” They nodded and did as asked without question, you wondered if this was a normal occurrence for them.

“Awh, don’t cry, pretty girl, Daddy didn’t mean to upset you.” She pouted at your frightened expression, chuckling darkly when you sniffled.

“See the things I’d do for my little girl? I’d die for you, I’d kill for you, doesn’t that mean something?” You shook your head rapidly, trying your best to escape her grasp until she wrapped her arms tightly around your waist.

“Don’t think you’re leaving me, sweetheart.” You wiggled around hopelessly, knowing deep down there was no chance in hell you’d disobey her.

“Let me go! Please, Val, please!” She groaned, kissing the side of your neck, even when you tried to hit your head on hers as the only option left.

“Mm, I like it when you beg me, baby. Turns me on so much.” She pulled you in closer by the hips, letting you feel the growing bulge hidden beneath her suit. It stopped you in your tracks, shuddering quietly as she grinded against you.

“I know you’re mad, so why don’t you let me make it up to you, okay? Can I do that?” You shook your head with a whine, feeling your body weaken the more you wasted your energy trying to escape.

“Too bad. You have no idea how I need this, I’ve been so frustrated all week, working nonstop, don’t you want to help Daddy?” Trying to disagree took all the willpower you had left because you knew you wanted it, no matter how much you said you didn’t. You wanted her to fuck you deep and raw, showing no mercy on your weeping cunt. It was as if she could read your mind because she quickly turned you around, pressing your back against her front while her free hand ran down your stomach to your core, letting her fingers dip inside your pants.

“Don’t try and run from me, there’s nowhere you can go.” The only place you ever knew were her arms, and each time you’d come racing into them, desperate for her to have any sense of hold on you. She was captivating your mind with her as her fingers ran across your folds, collecting your slick and creating a shiny glow as she pulled them out to show you.

“I think you’ve been lying to me, sweetheart, I think you like me killing in your favor.” She grinned when you struggled to come up with a response, only shaking your head no in hopes she’d believe it. But, truthfully, you didn’t believe your lie either.

“Every lie you tell me is only going to add to your already long list of punishments. So, tell me, did you like watching me slit his throat? Is that what made you this wet? Hm?” You gave in, accepting your fate as you succumbed to the feeling of her skin rubbing onto yours.

“Yes- I fucking loved it, Val.” She slapped the side of your ass and tsked in disapproval, causing shame to rise in your chest.

“Try again.” She hummed, letting a singular digit prod gently at your hole, teasing you with her soft nature that you knew would soon be replaced by something darker.

“I loved it, Daddy..” You muttered, nearly choking on your breath as she entered you. Before you could even think, a second finger joined, causing you to whimper loudly.

“Gotta stretch you out for my cock, baby.” She stated. “I fuck you every day yet you’re still so damn tight, such a dirty slut you are.” Came her spoken words followed by a deep, hungry groan.

“Just for you, I’m your slut.” You seemed to be chasing for her approval by now, blushing from every noise that left her hot mouth. You’ve always been such a good girl for her, that’s what she adored most about you.

“That’s right. Daddy’s little slut, maybe I should mark you with it so you know just who you belong to.” In an instant you were pushed to your knees, her legs kicking the back of yours and causing you to fall as she finally removed herself from your tight hole. She looked down at you with hunger before you turned to face her, pleading with your eyes only while she stroked your cheek, her slick-covered digits seeping into your mouth as you suckled on them gently.

“Aren’t you adorable?” You nuzzled your face against her crotch where her restricted hard-on poked you. She was teasing you, she knew that.

“You want Daddy’s cock? Yeah? Of course, you do, little bitch.” You lowered her minimal clothing when given permission and gasped when noticing a small wet spot where her pre-cum had leaked. You were practically dripping when she finally freed herself of the uncomfortable gear, sighing with satisfaction as you reached forward to pull down the boxers she adorned, freeing her length to the fresh air. You instantly wrapped your hand around it, letting your lips press against the head repeatedly until you dragged your tongue up and down the skin.

“Oh- fuck! Mhm, just like that, take it, baby.” She tangled her fingers in your hair and thrusted forward while pulling you even closer, chuckling at the sound of your gags bouncing off the walls. Your eyes fluttered shut as you let her take control, moving your palms to fondle her balls.

“This is all your fault, Y/N. If you weren’t so fucking perfect, maybe I wouldn’t have had to hurt him. Maybe if you weren’t so goddamn sexy, you wouldn’t have to be choking on my dick right now.” You didn’t want it any other way, this was truly heaven.

“I’m gonna cum down your throat- shit! You’re gonna swallow it all, right?” You nodded as best as you could with her still in your mouth, watching as she threw her head back before releasing her finish, her juices reaching your tastebuds instantly. She held you in place, forcing you to keep still and follow in on your promise. Droplets tended to dribble down your chin and to your neck, but you refused to let any go to waste.

She pulled out soon after, slapping her length against your face and smothering your skin in her release. You licked your lips and tasted the sweet nectar, eliciting a moan from deep in your chest.

“Get on all fours and face the mirror.” It wasn’t a request as much as it was a demand. In her eyes, you didn’t have a choice, you were to follow her lead and trust her every move, which you found yourself doing over the course of your relationship.

“Good girl, you listen so well.” She kneeled behind you and smacked your ass with force, causing you to wince as your body reacted with only a deeper amount of pleasure.

“Daddy-“ You were cut off with a moan, biting your lip to try and stifle the sound but she still heard.

“Yes, Princess?”

“Do it again…please?” She complied, repeating her action and admiring your ass jiggled in response. She left a kiss to the burning skin and you smiled when she didn’t stop, layering each inch of your body until she reached your hole once again. Her tongue drew circles on your swollen bud before dipping inside of you. Your hands balled into tight fists as you watched your reaction through the mirror, glancing back and forth at your girlfriend's already hardened cock. It was so easy to mess with her, she would fall for anything you did and would give you anything you wanted.

“Taste so good, so perfect.” Slurping sounds came from behind you until she was bringing you to the edge, your body already overstimulated from the previous actions.

Right as you were about to sink into your orgasm, she pulled away, lining her length up with your entrance and using your wetness as a form of lube. Your breath got caught in your throat at the intrusion while her eyes squeezed shut at the feeling of your walls clamping around her tip.

“That feel good? Hm? You like it when I stretch you out just for me?” You nodded while screaming out agreements, the fear of her guards hearing you not even seeming to register like usual as you just focused on her. On how she made you feel. On how she bombarded you with overwhelming excitement by just being her.

“You fit so well around me, it’s like you were made for me.” In her mind and soul, she knew it was true. The moment she met you she knew she had to have you as her own, you were made for her as she was for you. You were hers, every part of you belonged to her and she’d never let you believe otherwise. Either you’d spend your life with her or yours would come to a short, she wouldn’t be able to live knowing you were being loved by another.

“Yes! You fuck me s-so good, I need more, please!” Your breasts bounced with each thrust she sent, now being buried deep inside of you while her pelvis smacked against your backside, creating a loud clapping sound that echoed throughout the room.

“Can’t wait to fill you up with my cum, have you leaking just so I can fuck it back into you.” The image made you shudder, goosebumps traveling down your skin. Her fingers came to wrap around your hair as she yanked hard, her other hand finding place on your waist and holding onto you with a bruising grip.

“You close, princess?”

“Mhm, so close.” You whispered, tossing your head back even further until it laid on her shoulder. Her tits were rested against your back, her swollen nipples poking your skin in a teasing manner.

“Too bad.” You were meeting her thrusts as she continued to quicken, causing you to look sloppy and weak compared to her. Her bulging biceps made way to your vision, and you nearly came just from the sight.

“Please, Daddy, I can’t stop it-“ You were close to breaking her most important rule if she kept denying you. You tried your absolute best, but that’s all you could do.

“I wanna hear you beg for it.”

“I’ll do anything, please, just let me cum. I-l promise I’ll be good- ah! I’m sorry, I c- can’t hold back, Daddy.” She whispered a singular word into your ear and gazed into your eyes through the mirror, watching as your orgasm came crashing down over you. Suddenly, you felt warm liquid releasing deep inside of you, but you were too weak to fight it.

“No-“ Whimpers washed over you before you could push her away, your body becoming limp as your legs shook.

“I’m gonna get you pregnant, baby, that way you can never leave me again.” She licked her lips and caressed your breasts with her palms, tweaking your nipples until she had you crying out.

“Now you’ll be mine forever.”

She let you rest in the bed and when you awoke, you were greeted with nothing but silence. You assumed she was working once again, and instead of being sad, you used that to your advantage. Packing your limited amount of clothes and resources quickly into a bag you planned on leaving, escaping from her wrongful actions and beliefs, and starting a new life of your own, one that would be forced as hidden from the public.

You seemed to be able to sneak past most without them recognizing you or realizing something was wrong. Then, your engine roared as it started and you instantly took off. You hoped Valkyrie hadn’t put a chip in it with how protective she was, but you couldn’t care as you drove far away until you weren’t able to see the Asgardian City sign anymore.

You sighed in relief, thinking you were free. But you didn’t know what was going on back in the large building where your girlfriend sat, watching through the cameras she installed in her vehicle in case something like this ever happened. She smirked, already planning what she was going to do with you in her head.

“Guards,” She started, earning their full attention, “Give them some time to think their free. Then, kidnap them, mask and all. Hopefully, then they’ll see how much they need me to keep them safe.”

[bean-bean2000]

The Maid - Series Masterlist

Pairing: Loki x reader

Summary: You wake up one day to the man who held you prisoner, throwing you to the ground at the feet of the royal guards. You’re being sold to work for the royal crown, as repayment for the debt left behind by your deceased parents. What will you do when the guards are given too much freedom to treat you as they wish. Will you get your revenge? What will happen when you’re suddenly chosen to be the king’s personal maid?

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**ONGOING SERIES**

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Part 3

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[fandomnerd9602]

Valkyrie: take another step and I’ll shock you

Y/N: I’m so tempted to let you

Valkyrie:

Y/N: I’ve been so bad, please shock me my King

Valkyrie: I just may have to keep you. I’ll lower the voltage just a little

[justjams2003]

Sweet Savagery -11

Paring: Dark!Thor Odinson x Slave!Reader

Summary: All your life, Thor's blue eyes have haunted you. You believed you outran him, but now all your hopes come tumbling down.

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of Hel, Asgard, Valhalla, lightning strikes. Talk about slavery. Fire. Nakedness in front of a lot of people. Choking, yelling, chains, parental issues. Google Translate Norwegian. Scars. Body image issues. Talking about not eating. Dungeons. Thor straight up tries to kill you in this one...Tell me if I missed any.

Word count: 2,3k+, Unedited

1st Divider by: @firefly-graphics

2nd Divider by: @cafekitsune

Tag list: @torossosebs @steverogersistheguy @thehighladyofasgard @notyourtypicalrose @presidentlokis-hornyhelmet @lovelyselfshipper @groovy-lady @seishm @sincerely-silk

~Masterlist~

Part 10~Part 12 (Coming soon)

Three months and nothing to fill your ears but the constant down pour of rain. You feel like an empty husk of yourself. The healers they’d come inside, clean your wound, leave food and then leave. The scar left behind...it’s a reminder on your body of something so violent. You spent hours on end looking in the mirror, tracing the white-pink mark. You’d stretch your stomach, looking at the way it move with your skin. 

Then the tears would start again. Of course Thor hasn’t come to see you. Who would want you now? A slightly reminder of your disobedience, if only you stayed with him. You should have known he’d never want you to leave his side. You’d bite the inside of your cheeks until you could taste the metal dripping out your mouth. And then you’d check again. Red, blood red. Not even a speck of gold. 

An annoyed gasp escapes you, with what strength you have you’d hit the mirror. But, it doesn’t have much effect. It doesn’t fill the rage that has been swirling around inside you. You feel so stupid. You know he had to cut his trip short because of your insolence. And here you sit in your room, crying because you miss him. His warmth, his voice and those eyes. 

You hang over the balcony, you look down at the village. Very few people are outside, just those who really need to be. To keep their families alive, to hunt and to fish. But when they open their door the water comes pouring in. Flooding their homes. All because these three months it hasn’t once stopped raining. 

Some part of you feels guilty for it. You know you can't control the weather, but if you could it would be like this. It’s supposed to be warmer now. It’s still cold like it should be in the deep of the winter and the sun hasn’t shown once. It’s not Spring like it should be. And New Asgard is struggling for it. 

“I heard you aren’t eating.” The voice is rough and deep and one you recognise so easily. You scoff, but it hurts to do, your throat is raw from all the crying. “Like you care. You don’t want me anymore.” It’s almost as if a growl escapes him and then suddenly his large hand is on your neck, pulling you back to face him. 

His lip curls up in a disgusted snarl. “You look terrible.” Your eyes are quick to find his. You find comfort in that neon blue that you’ve never been able to escape. You taste salty tears, your nose feels stuffy. His thumb grazes your cheek, his growl softens. “A Queen is not allowed to cry. Have I not taught you this already?” 

“Not even in front of you?” You search for something, anything. But all you get back is anger and pain. He doesn’t like to see you cry, but in your mind he doesn’t like you being weak. Your eyes avoid his, your hands come up and wipe away the tears with the back of your hand. ”I’m sorry.” You quickly mumble. 

Thunder cracks through the sky, you jump slightly and then he has you in his arms. A firm grasp, like he’s protecting you from the whole world. Like he’s scared you’ll be gone any second now. Like he’s going to lose you again. Like something is after you and he needs to save you from it. “My little dove.” 

This makes you remember what you’ve been wanting to give him for so long now. “Thor...?” He’s so hesitant to let you from his grasp. Only when you raise your head and show him that you’re alright does he let you go. “I got you something.” His eyes watch you while you walk over to your side of the bed and pull that necklace you bought so so many months ago. 

You dangle the dove necklace in front of him but his expression turns sour. Another huge lightning bolt hits right outside. Right on the balcony. The fur carpet that Thor had instructed be laid out so that your feet do not get cold, gets hit with the lightning and fire ignites from it. Roaring flames spill from it and you jump with shock and fear. 

Yet Thor doesn’t move. Instead his jaw locks tight and he grabs the necklace from you so hard that the chain almost breaks. “Where did you get this?” His voice is rough and in that moment all you can see is that night where he showed up dripping in blood. The blood none of his and only of men he has killed. 

You only see the anger of a gruesome murder. “I-” The lightning hits just outside the balcony again, the tree hits on fire. You jump, the fear settles in your body as the curtains catch on fire. The fire is quickly spreading, but you cannot run. For Thor’s thick battle-hardened hands wrap around your neck. 

With a simple squeeze, that threatens to end your life, he repeats himself. “Where did you get this?” Your small hands claw as his and he lets go just enough for you to breathe again. “When you left the kingdom in my hands, I went to the market. A old woman there, she sold it to me.” Thor mumbles an array of curses under his breath. 

He still doesn’t seem too bothered by the raging fire creeping into your bedroom. All he does is groan and then quite suddenly he bends down, wrapping his arms around your knees and throws you over his shoulder. His large steps carry you out of the room. He shoots out a rough command for the guards to, “Handle it.” In return, once they see the fire, the begins scrambling like headless chickens. 

“Where are we going?” You ask, trying to see him but you’re only met with a head full of hair. “To do what I should’ve done the damn day I burned your fucking parents alive.” A gasp falls from your lips. He’s never addressed that day. The only sense of apology you’ve gotten from it is the guilt in his eyes when you bring it up. 

But this is brutal. This cuts deep like a knife and twists and you can feel your heart beat in your ears as the fear rattles your body. No longer are you comforted by his presence. Instead, only terrified. Like a mouse being hunted, your breathing is quick and shallow. You begin hitting him, screaming, fighting for any sort of escape. 

“I should have fucking known!” He yells when he stomps down the steps of the dungeon. You’re reminded of the stink of blood that this place oozes. “I should have known not to trust a snake bitch like you.” He snaps, dropping you down onto the floor of one of the prisons. 

He grabs a neck collar and chain. The metal is heavy, and you stagger with the extra weight. He grabs you by the hair on your scalp. He pulls you up. Forced to meet those electric blue eyes. Outside, the storm is raging. Swirling with thunder and lightning. Each strike hits the floor outside the castle. 

Fire surrounds the castle and the knights are struggling to keep the flames at bay. Should he not be doing something about this? Rather, he’s down here with you. “Was this your plan all along?” He grunts when the only reply you give is tears of fear. “Colluding with the gods?” He snaps again. 

When you again only reply with whimpers he bellows out. “I trusted you!” You try to scramble away, the sharp sting of his hand gripping your hair shoots pain through your body. “Thor- please- I don’t understand-” You try to beg but it only back fires. He drops you down onto the wet floor of the dungeon. 

“Don’t give me that! You planned with the gods. They sent you down here, you wormed your way into my heart. Made me utter the words of submission! For what? A chance to sit at the God’s table?” He yells out, pacing up and down the dungeon each of his steps causing a wet plop sound. 

“Did they promise you eternal life? Powers of a God?” He scoffs, blue lightning jumps all over his body and it only confuses you more as to what is really happening. “Did I not teach you to trust only me? Obey only me?” He snaps, cursing again.  

Thor pinches the bridge of his noise “I should just fucking kill you, for your betrayal.” He lifts his head, turning back over to you. Like he’s been struck with an idea. He has this sort of crazed look in his eyes. And...a smile. When have you ever seen him smile? 

“I’m going to fucking kill you.”  Thor laughs, his shoulders shaking. “That’ll really show them.”

The cold settles in your bones. You can barely see the crowd watching you through the thick cloud of rain hanging over the coliseum. You try your best to cover up your naked body with your hands, but that still leaves you shivering. Your body is ice cold from adrenaline. This is where that knight got killed and you can only assume it’s going to be the same for you. 

The crowd cheers when you hear the gate open. You can’t see what it is, but can only assume it to be somebody’s worst nightmare. Something comparable with hell itself. Something that most certainly spells out your death. 

Footsteps echo and the mist clears in front of you. True it is, the one thing you fear, now, over monsters and the sky falling. Thor himself. He is dressed the same as you. Except he looks...Godly. Where before you were certain he was a Titan sent to overcome the gods. Now, you see he is one of them. 

The rain doesn’t touch him. It’s as scared as you are of his wrath. Blue lightning jumps across his body. His beauty is glaring. His skin looks to be glowing, his eyes bluer than ever before. His hair shining like gold. His body looks to exist entirely out of muscle, pure power oozes from him. 

He’s got this smirk on his face, he’s smiled more when he thought of killing than he ever did while fucking you. When he touches your cheek, he’s entirely warm. As if the cold cannot even reach him, his skin entirely impenetrable. His voice is husky and like silk when he bends down and whispers in your ear. 

“Today, you will meet the gods. And they will curse you down to forever wander the coldest pit of Hel.” 

Your knees give in. And as if something over comes you in that moment, you repeat the words he had that night. The world shifts and turns into one of glittering gold. Grass the colour of sunlight under your knees and you gasp, seeing Thor in all his glory. Red fur sits on his shoulders, his armour is a metal you’ve never seen before. On top his head sits a crown made from stone that reflect the golden light all around. 

But what’s even more shocking is that you two are not alone. Not the bystanders, no. Gods. Odin himself, who else would lack an eye? Frigga herself, who else would exude such love? Heimdall, Balder, Ty, all 11 Gods. And Thor makes 12. 

Thor scoffs, “You’ve brought me in front of them? Good, let them see my power and resistance.” He speaks in a language you suddenly understand. “This will not end well and you know it.” Frigga speaks in that very same tongue. 

Your body acts before you can, reaching out to grab Thor’s pantleg. “Is this real?” He scoffs, “Do not act as if you’ve never seen them or Asgard before.” He turns back to argue with his mother, but she shakes her head no. Then his head snaps back down to you. His eyes wide as a realisation settles on him. 

“You have not seen them...?” You gulp and shake your head no. He blinks, looking back up at his Godly parents. 

“You submitted Thor. We returned your power back to you. You must return to the pantheon. Take your rightful seat as heir. With your soulmate by your side.” Thor staggers back, he sees his thousand years on earth flash before him. How hard he worked to overthrow the man who’s crown is heavier than his own. Only to submit in the scramble of trying to save the life of a girl. 

Thor looks down at you. Dressed in the finest Asgardian dress. Hair braided the right way for a future queen. A crown sits atop your head that you had yet to notice. You’re too busy gawking around at the sights that no other mortal has or ever will see again. This is no simple girl. It’s his soulmate. 

His voice shakes, how has his thousand years of planning all been brought down by the single sight of eyes that glow like his own? “Or you can kill her and die along with her. Letting the world fall off balance and let Loki take your place.” That can’t happen, all the realms would fall into chaos. 

“Or you can join her back on Midgard. You can continue to try and raise an army that will never be strong enough to face even one of the Gods. And slowly watch her wither away and die as a mortal. Since you seem so keen on denying her rightful seat on the pantheon with your selfish desires.” 

“I will not let her become a slave to any God.” Thor interrupts. Shouting at his parents, pointing to the girl clinging to him. “Look at her, son.” Frigga sits more upright. He looks down, this time seeing the weak, naked girl with the chain around her neck, crying and begging for her life to be saved by Thor.  

“She already is one.” They’re toying with his mind again. 

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[mymelodymia]

hi, hi and happy new year 💖✨ may I request thor x daughter reader where she was blipped and they celebrate her first birthday after she comes back and they're all emotional and everything? maybe 17 or 18 yrs, whatever you want and if you want!!!

Finally back to celebrate // dad!thor odinson x daughter!reader

Summary: you and your father celebrate your birthday for the first time after thanos.

Warnings: korg spying, meik, thor and y/n crying, meik being clumsy

Age: 17 turning 18

Area/place: thors cabin on midgard.

A/N: sorry for all the inactivity recently 😅 and happy new year to you too sweet baby ^^

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your eyelids fluttered open as your father, thor, gently stroked a piece of your hair out of your face. He had a smile on his face as you awoke. You stretched with a yawn. You decided You didn't want to wake up just yet and curled back up again.

"Y/n! Come on, get up! Dont you know what day it is?!" Thor bellows as he smacks you with a pillow. He shakes you to try and get you up.

"Daaad! Stop it...." you groaned. Thor realized there was only one way to really get you up. He poked your stomach and you jumped up.

"Youre really testing me right now y/n..." thor chuckles. "Lets go, wake up now, sweetheart." Thor spoke to you in a soft gentle tone. You rested your head on his shoulder softly. stroking your hair, thor placed a small kiss to your forehead.

You finally stood up, your bed sheets getting caught on your foot. You nearly fell to the floor, but to your luck, thor caught you.

"Careful there, little one. Dont wanna leave this world the same day you came into it, do you?"

You only giggled a bit at his silly words. You pushed open your bedroom door and walked into the living room.

You jumped back at a sudden noise and something hitting you. It hit your arm and the impact would most likely leave a bruise

"Meik! I told you not to point it at people!" Thor hissed at the alien, who had just accidentally popped a confetti popper at you. Valkyrie laughed loudly at this before thor gave her a look, then turned his attention right back to you

"are you okay, angel?"

"Yeah im fine." Your jaw hit the floor when you turned back to the living room, completely decorated. A large 'happy birthday y/n!' Banner hung over two doors, covering the whole wall, korg and val with party horns in their mouths, and streamers everywhere.

"Ta-da!" Korg mumbles with the party horn still in his mouth.

You smiled widely as you saw the scene in front of you. Thor smiles down at you as you are completely lost for words. Though it wasn't much, it was still enough to make this your best birthday yet.

"Korg, val, can you go check if the kitchen is clean?" Thor asks and winks, they were really gonna bring out a cake for you.

"Oh sure!" Korg responds with a obvious wink as well. Korg, meik, and val all run off to the kitchen to prepare it for the birthday girl.

Thor sits down on a couch, his hand gripping yours tightly. He sits you down next to him, he pulls you to him and holds you to his chest. His hands around your waist.

You rested your head against him, smiling widely. "Thank you, daddy. Youre the best. I love you" you speak, looking up at thor from his chest.

Thor gently rubs his hand over your hair. "I love you too, angel." He says before he places a kiss to your forehead. "This reminds me of when you were young. With you snuggled up me like this" thor says with a smile, despite feeling his eyes swell with wet tears

You look up at him with a look of concern, noticing his tears and pulling away. "Daddy? Whats wrong?"

Thor chews at his bottom lip as you ask this innocent little question, feeling more tears arise. "I just missed you, princess...i-i haven't seen you in so long its just....hurts"

"Oh, dad..." you mumble before pulling him close to you.

He let the tears fall and buried himself within your hair, the familiar scent of your shampoo filling his nose. He sniffled before pulling away and cupping your cheek

"I missed you so much, baby..."

"I missed you too...i guess" you joke, thor chuckled tearfully at this, before he pulled you back close to him.

You both sat there for a moment, listening to the sound of meik shuffling around to actually clean with Val ordering him around telling him what to clean up. while korg does something with the cake, most likely adding candles.

None were trusted with lighters obviously, so thor would do that part.

Thor rocked the two of you back and forth slowly. He kisses the top of your head, then your temple, then your forehead, then your cheek.

He continues to smother you in a few more kisses before relaxing once more

"You guys are so adorable" said korg, smiling and leaning on the doorway to the kitchen, spying on you both

Thor gave korg a look that could best be described as "dont interrupt us"

Korg waved in the direction of the kitchen. Thor helped you stand up by taking your hand in his, as if you were royalty, which you are

You saw a mostly white cake with accents of your favorite color. Gold cursive lettering of the words

"happy 18th birthday y/n!!"

18 candles surrounded the words. Thor lit them carefully with a black lighter. You couldn't stop smiling when they started singing happy birthday

Everyone called you something else, which made you giggle

Thor called you angel, korg called you bestie, val called you y/n/n, and meik just mumbled in alien.

"Make a wish, baby" thor says to you, leaning on the edge of the counter. You happily blew out the candles out and everybody clapped

"This means you can have your first drink!" Thor shouts with a laugh

You giggled at his mistake. "Thats 21 dad"

"And?"

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A/N: hi babies, sorry for how long my break has been <3 don't kill me lol

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

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

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“I never thought I’d find another.”

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

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

This however, was something different entirely.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was going to say that.

“Wait, are you serious-?”

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

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

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

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By the King’s Hand🐍XIX

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Warnings: noncon/rape, violence/death, trauma, allusions to torture, gaslighting, pregnancy, birth, sickness, cheating.

This is dark!fic and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you. 18+ only.

Summary: Your isolation brings you close to disaster.

Note: I know it’s been a while. I forgot I even worked on this chapter so I figured I’d share with you before I start catching up on my slumber party.

Thank you. Love you guys!

As always, I would appreciate any feedback you have. Please reblog if you can and send an ask if you feel up to it. Love you all! Have a good day and take care of yourselves.

Vali babbled at the wooden figure of a knight gifted to him by Hal. The child was bright-eyed despite his infancy, he was pensive and observant, much like his father. The reminders of his sire irked you at times and worried you at others. You hoped he was unlike either of you; kinder than Loki and smarter than you.

Whatever he was, you wanted him safe more than anything. The fixation on him, the need to have him close, confounded you. Perhaps it was that his was the only companionship you had aside from Birger’s periodic visits. Those grew less and less, more often you sat in your overdressed prison and listened to the low drone of life on the other side of the wall.

Sinthia was a frequent hum on the outside. You learned her voice and it piqued a strange curiosity, one born of monotone and isolation. Her words were obscured by the barrier between you but you tried to imagine those which would match her tone. How odd she never sounded angry with her husband when he so easily riled all others.

She must have been kind and patient. Maybe timid and obedient. Much the opposite of you. You, the uncouth and unrefined peasant, the mother of a bastard, the dirty secret hidden in the closet.

That morning, the king and queen spoke rather loudly over the clink of dishes. They supped as your stomach growled wantingly. You would have to wait until the chamber was empty to break your fast. You had only the lukewarm wine to sate your hunger and it did little but set a burn in your gut.

The longer you were trapped in this chamber, the more forgotten you felt. Hal was busy with his duties as squire and you would not keep him from those. Birger only came upon necessity, and the king did not acknowledge you upon his visits. Only his child. You had nothing to say to him as it were, not since he reminded you of your worth.

You took out the bundle of paper hidden in the desk against the far wall. You were out of practice but remembered all the letters. Piecing them together was harder but distracted you from the listless solitary. You made little progress without Hal to guide you and Vali cried as soon as you found a semblance of comprehension.

Frustrated, you took the baby from his basket and out him to feed. You felt like cattle, there to be milked and kept waiting for the trough. The child was restless and fussed as you tried to latch him. The conversation without lulled as Vali began to bluster.

You cooed and shifted him in your arms, rocking him as you tried to calm him before he could erupt. You moved him to your nipple and smothered his displeasure with your tit. He drank, slipping several times as you tried to keep him suckling.

The sudden dearth of sound worried you. You no longer heard Loki’s silty deep timbre or Sinthia’s lilted responses. Perhaps the king had noticed the stirring and quickly distracted his queen. A cunning snake, ever he was.

Vali detached again and let out a horrid wail. You hushed him and turned, swaying him as you coaxed him. 

“Please, my baby,” you begged. These fits grew more often, more frustrating. All alone, your patience dwindled and your temper piqued. You loved the child, you did, but you felt clueless at how to handle him, “please, be quiet. You cannot be loud.”

He didn’t obey. How could he when he did not understand. You cradled his head, caressing him with your fingertips, “please, for your mother, be calm, be quiet,” you whispered to him, “listen to me Vall, my precious, listen, I was like you once. I was–”

He screamed and your ears ached, a pulsing at the base of your skull.

“Not very long ago. Before I met your father. I was unknowing. I was afraid. The fear remains, it is stronger now you are here, but I did not realise there were worse things than an empty belly or a sleepless night.”

You talked to him, you didn’t know why. Perhaps because you could not fathom what else to do. You paced with him in your arms.

“Before you were born, I was most scared. And now you are here… and that fear must be conquered–” You sighed and shook your head in exasperation, “I will tell you the story of me and your father. Not a romance, no princess and her bard.”

Your eyes welled as he only hollered louder, “I knew a girl, her name is Gilla, and I believed her to be my friend. Your father was being crowned. A king, but I was only a potter’s assistant. My uncle. Perhaps one day you can meet him. If ever a day I can leave these wretched walls.”

You hugged him to you and continued, “we climbed the Founder’s Tree. Fools, fools. And then we joined the feast for the peasants but Gilla snuck into the royal’s celebration and we were caught. Well, she ran faster than I, so truly, it was only me who was snared.

“The guards took me to a room–” You choked at the memory. It felt so long ago. That terror of the night returned to you, emotion you did not realise you still harboured for the occasion, “and I sat in the cold and waited. Your father came, and to be true, I did not expect him. Never expected to see the king so close, nor this. To hold his babe in my arms.

“I begged. It is what he wanted. It is what peasants like me must do. But you are a king’s son so take this story and learn from it. I begged and he took no mercy. And neither did I. I would not, for while I was poor and lowly, I had my pride. And I hope that you never let the same vice lead you to folly. Not as I or your father have.”

You stopped, realising the child was quiet. For how long, you could not say, so lost in your reveries that you did not notice. You smiled down at him and brought him closer. He squirmed and moved his lips as if to suck. You put him back to breast and let him feed.

Past the noise of his hunger, you heard something else. Something unsettling. A scratching at the other side of the wall. Then a clap, another, a knock which revealed the hollowness of the room. You stared, heart in your throat, at the door. That which could not be seen from the outside but which now shifted slightly from the investigation without.

You backed up until you hit the wall. You looked around, uncertain what to do. The panel that concealed the door jolted then pounded. Gods. You spun and held Vali close. You went to the tall armoire and opened the door. You crouched inside and kept the baby at your chest, adjusting him as you settled in the dark.

The slit between the doors offered a scant view of the chamber. The mechanism clicked and you held your breath. You felt Vali, his noisy feeding would give you away. But what could you do, if you stopped him, he would surely cry.

The long creak sent a shiver through you and the footfalls scuffed to a stop, a gasp punctuating it. You angled slightly as you saw the skirts ripple around careful steps. Around the child’s basket and the bed, pausing to look at the wooden knight.

The shadow loomed closer. Vali gurgled and you winced, embracing him as you waited for the inevitable. You knew it was her, but where was Loki?

She neared the wardrobe and you closed your eyes, cowering as you held Vali to you. You shielded him as the doors opened  and shakily raised your chin. You looked up at the woman. 

One could never mistake her for anything but what she was; a queen. Her amber skin and golden eyes shone brilliant beneath a head of thick, curly black locks. She had the stature and the height of her standing and her confusion was quickly shrouded behind the discipline of her crown.

She said nothing as she stared, as silent and dumbfounded as you. She looked at the child and dropped her hand from the door, retreating a step as she set her jaw. You shook and Vali began to whine again.

“Come,” she spoke at last, “there is some food left from our breakfast, you should eat so the child does not go hungry.”

Your lip trembled. You didn’t move. You couldn’t.

“I am queen and presumably you are one of my subjects, so do not expect me to repeat myself,” she girded and backed away.

As she turned on her heel, you emerged from the armoire. You pet Vali’s head as he continued his discontent. You followed the queen through the door and entered the king’s chamber. She sat and poured herself wine.

You approached her and made a bow. She put the urn down and raised the cup before her mouth. You knew not what to say and didn’t dare to try.

“Sit and feed your child before he starts again,” she commanded, “and eat something. I do hate to see food go to waste.”

You felt the steel in her tone. Unbendable but dangerous. You did as she said and switched Vali to the other side. He latched again and you glanced over the table. You took a grape and bit into it sheepishly.

“Your majesty, Queen Sinthia, yes?”

“Yes,” she drank and set the cup flat, “how old is the child?”

You swallowed, “I am not certain, your majesty. I have no way of keeping time.”

She nodded and closed her eyes. Her hand lingered on her cup as her lips maintained a straight line.

“Then I suppose,” she smoothed her skirts over her lap, “we shall wait and get the answer from my husband.”

You lowered your head and watched Vali. You knew what bastards inherited. Only wariness and hostility. Especially from queens.

“I’m sorry,” you uttered.

“No,” she dismissed, “eat.”

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The silence was torment. Worse than any elaborate monologue Loki exposed you to. The queen said nothing. Each time Vali babbled you felt worse and were quick to quiet him.

Sinthia, tall and graceful, paced. The only betrayal of her impatience. You rocked your son until he slept, thankful at least for that. He could rest as you languished in the stifling silence of her repressed rage. For what wife would not be livid?

From the hall you heard shuffling and the doors opened at the king's will. You went rigid as the queen faced him, shoulders set for battle. You slumped and stared down at Vali.

Loki let out an audible breath as his sole scuffed to a halt. The silence extended as he considered you. You squirmed in the chair as Sinthia abruptly stormed towards him. The smack of flesh on flesh brought your head up as you flinched. 

"My king, my husband," the queen snarled, "I've found your mistress."

Loki’s jaw ticked as his green eyes watched the wall. You saw the flicker of fury, the insult, the shock, but not an inkling of shame. He stiffly turned his head and blinked, long and slow.

"You will not strike me again," he ordered, restrained. If it were you, he’d have you bent and begging. "And you will gather yourself before we proceed."

"I will act as I please. You are king but you cannot wield power over my emotions," she hissed, "tell me not to be offended by your slights. We are hardly wed and you have a bastard–"

"Pray you can deliver a son with rights," he snapped tritely, "and you needn't worry for the whelp."

"My father did not betroth me to a second son to be treated as a second wife–"

Sinthia exclaimed as the king’s knuckles cracked off her cheek and sent her staggering. There it was. Queen or not, he was the king. You did not bring up the misfortune of his birth or the very thought of his disgraced brother.

You stood and swayed. With your child in your arms, you were paralysed. If it was just you, you might have the courage to act. Or perhaps that was the reasoning of a coward.

"Sit, mouse," he pointed at you with a long finger, "need I repeat myself that you are not to be involved in my marriage."

"I did not–"

"It was the child that gave you away," Sinthia cradled her cheek, "the product of your ill deeds."

"My child," Loki reared on her, "regardless of his mother, he is of my blood. I chose honour, I chose to care for him–"

"And how do you know that whore did not get the child by another–"

"You don't know so much as you think you do of me, I'm certain that's clearer to you now," he growled, "and less of this woman."

"I can see she is a commoner," the queen retorted.

"I wouldn't deny that."

"You will send her away."

"I will do as I please–"

"No, I am your wife, your queen, I will not have her in this city, let alone behind that very wall," her voice rose as she gestured to the open door, "and you will not touch me ag–"

She gurgled as Loki grabbed her by the throat. Your heart leapt and you rushed forward, an arm under Vali as you reached for Loki. That woman did not deserve to suffer for your misdeed. 

"I shall do whatever I deem necessary. You are my wife, you will obey, and you will not order me about like one of your servants," he barked.

"L– your majesty," you tugged on his sleeve, "please–"

"Back away, mouse. You've my child in your arms, that is your priority," he sneered.

"She is right, you should send me away–"

"You know nothing. Neither of you. Women. Do not presume to know what is best for me. My wife will mind her tongue and her temper," he swung her around and threw her against the wall, "and you will recall that you would be a dead whore without me."

"Your majesty, this cannot–"

"Another word and you will not see that child again. Not a soul as I would banish you back to the cell I dragged you out of. So go back into your chamber and be a good mother."

You glared at him, lip twitching in anger and fear.

"He is yours too, you wouldn't–"

"He needn't a mother to become a man," he grit out, "do not make me show you the way."

You gulped and peered down at your son. You had little doubt on Loki’s threats. He'd proven himself little different than the cruel king who had you lashed. You were nothing to him but a vessel that had born its fruit.

You lowered your head and retreated. Anything else would only make the circumstance worse. Not only for you, but the queen, and your child. Vali would have few enough friends in his lifetime.

"My queen, lift your skirts," he followed you as he tossed the order over his shoulder, "you desire a true husband, then act as wife."

He caught your arm and ushered you into the hidden room. You stumbled in, careful not to jostle Vali and faced the door as he slammed it. The child murmured and you quickly worked at settling him.

You hushed him as you heard Sinthia's angry tones. You stepped forward and angled your ear towards the panel. A shrill yipe followed and the scrape of wood, Loki’s snakish slither cutting through the air. 

There was more crashing, more shifting, and the battle of voices, both horrified and enraged. You put your hand over Vali's ear and pressed his other to your chest. He could no doubt hear your heart. Let it soothe him as you sit and listen to the consequence of your existence.

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The king did not see you again for days. Nor did you hear Sinthia visit him in his chamber. He sent Birger to you to deliver food and what comfort the physician could offer. You ate and said little. And him the same.

Not until that day.

"The queen is aware of you."

"Did the king say so?" You wondered as Vali slept in his basket.

"I guessed it and he affirmed it," he intoned, "I advised him that you should be moved."

"You did?" You chewed on a chunk of dry cheese.

"I think it wise. Queen's are notoriously vengeful and this one is no different than most."

"Do you truly believe so?" You peeked over at the dozing babe.

"I've heard tales of her years as princess and most are well aware of her parentage."

"I am not," you counter and pull apart the thick crust from the puffy middle of a slice of bread.

"Ah, and what does a potter need know of queens," he shrugged, "her mother, Queen Lucinda, she has had… many husbands. The first she despised. A betrothal by obligation. Her father chose the prince himself. It is said Lucinda refused his bed until he petitioned for annulment. Her father was aghast and was henceforth found poisoned and the marriage dissolved."

"And Lucinda was the culprit?"

"So many whisper," he smiled at Vali as he twitched in his sleep. "The second husband, Sinthia's father, was her true love, so she claims, but he did not live in marital bliss very long. Two years and he was found dead at the bottom of a flight of stone steps. Some allege another had already claimed the queen's affections.

"Her third husband, the previously rumoured cad, married her but could not claim kinghood for his lowly birth. He lasted nine months and was executed for pinching a kitchen maid's bottom. The maid met the blade in turn as well."

"Perhaps Sinthia might not be so bad…by comparison."

"It is the nature of royalty. Which is why I made my suggestion."

"Hm," you grumbled, "and Lucinda, did she have many more husbands?" 

"I believe she's on seven now," he said, "but I may very well be a paranoid old man who has spent much too long among the spoiled and ruthless."

"And what did Loki say? When you suggested I go?"

"He did as all those who wear a title do. He did not listen," he rubbed his cheeks, "but I shall persist. Regardless of the mess he's made of his marriage, it is a cruel fate to be kept in such quarters. You and your son need sunlight."

"And would you come with us?"

"I don't know he would allow it, but who else could he trust?" He sighed, "and who else would you trust, dear?"

You smiled, a weak uncertain smile. 

"It mightn’t be so bad," you said, "if the queen has a son of her own–"

"Yours will still be a threat," he interrupted and placed a hand on the edge of the basket, "to be a bastard is ever dangerous."

“I know, I know,” you pet Vali’s head, “even if he only reminds me of his father, I can’t help but treasure him.”

“He needs one person in this world on his side. A bastard often only has his mother. Not his father. His father will expect him to become a noble, by the grace of his kingly breadth. To face a court full of vipers that hiss of his true origin,” Birger sighed, “he will need a thick skin, but more significantly, he will need you. The only person in this world he could ever be vulnerable to.”

You were silent as you watched the child. You couldn’t see him as a grown man, not yet. He was so tiny, so helpless.

“When he is called to court, I won’t be invited with him,” you met Birger’s eyes.

“You are the only person I’ve ever seen defy the king effectively. When the time comes, you will figure it out,” he girded, “but for now, keep the child close and safe with you. Whispers travel fast and the snakes coil in their dens. The king has many enemies and he is foolish to make one of his own wife.”

You nod and touch your stomach, a flurry of uncertainty nestled within, “Birger, good sir, you’ve saved my life many times, and I ask of you one last thing... I will protect this child to the death, if he is left alone, without me...”

“I would proudly steal him away and see him raised as you would have him. Not as the king’s pet or the queen’s donkey,” he avowed, leaning over to touch your hand, “the king does push away his allies. Myself included.”

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[generallysapphic]

put you at ease +18 (king valkyrie x reader)

you and your king celebrate three years together, deciding to take a week long vacation far away from new asgard, spending all the missed time together.

currently obsessed with king valkyrie, really, like she has completely taken over my brain and i wanted a change in pace in characters im writing for and then i watched the newest thor today and left throbbing so here we are.

reader is originally from asgard! ofc she’s black with a short coily fro, just a little taller than val.

warning as usually i’m so so consistent; overstim, praise, pet names, spanking, role play, housewife treatment, strap on sex, multiple orgasms, thigh riding, giver! valkyrie, sub! reader, pregnancy kink, breeding kink,

dedicated to my loves; @vlkyriesverse and HAPPY BIRTHDAY @verachii MWAH MWAH❣️

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you feel yourself pulse around valkyrie’s fingers, sighing with her other hand over your mouth as she tries to get off a conference call, you in her lap, practically jumping on her thigh for release.

“yep, uh huh. i told you the budget would be done before september, what kind of king do you think i am?” she moves her fingers again, brushing right past your g-spot as she says the last part, smirking coyly at the phone that’s under her shoulder, holding it at her ear. you’re a cruel one, you think, huffing and shaking against her, still not cumming just yet.

“yea, and i like i said, thor’ll be here, it’s just three weeks, alright? new asgard will be totally fine. okay, yes, bye now.” and she finally, finally hangs up and puts the phone, moving her hand from your mouth and settling all her attention on you, and you gasp out, whining. “oh i know my love, i know sweetheart, you were so good, so good,” she coos in your ear, holding you taught, still rutting against her thigh, you feel her muscles flex under your clit and moan louder, finally so close.

“i’m— im cumming, ohhh fuckkkk, i’m cummingggg, please—!” and you feel your clit pulse under her fingers, your pussy squeezing around her and you toss your head back, bracing yourself in her shoulder and the other hand on her desk and moan loudly, squirting and pulsing under her, still moving against her thigh and sighing. “good girl, so lovely,” she whispers into your skin, still holding you waist and you moan in overstimulation after your orgasm settles and passes, and she takes her fingers out, sighing and looking at your cum on her fingers.

you whimper and hide in her neck as she licks you off of her hand, smiling, “you’re so sweet, my love, thank you,” she sighs, kissing you deeply and you moan against her mouth, weak and docile after cumming so hard. she rubs up and down your back, soothing you over and pulls away and looks into your eyes. you smile, “what?” and she smiles too, “just happy is all, love,”

you laugh shyly and agree, sitting more comfortably on her lap now, before it dawns on you that you’re completely naked in her office on the last day before her vacation, “oh gods, val, i’m totally naked! we still haven’t packed fuck!” and suddenly you’re up, scrapping together your skirt and top off the floor and valkyrie huffs at you, “i mean we still have four hours till the flight,” and you gape at her, “four hours too little! and you’re not wearing any suits on vacation, so i know you need to pack!” she sighs and puts her arms up in defeat, standing up and adjusting her suit. you’re nearly out the door when she calls to you, “you made a mess on my favorite pants, love!” and you feel your face heat, storming off.

you get to your room, suitcase on the bed, open and barely packed. you sigh, valkyrie had called you into her office for “something very important” and just ended up fucking you on a conference call. she completely interrupted your pack process and it had you huffing as you finished, grabbing clothes from your drawers and shoving them in your suitcase.

despite your fake anger, you were more than happy to finally get away with your king. you two had both deserved it, more valkyrie than you, as you mostly were her gorgeous eye candy. but you did your best wherever you could; giving her inputs on which laws mattered and what she should vote on next, but you were mostly home, cooking, reading, cleaning, and all that sort of thing, waiting for her to come home after meetings.

you gasp when you come to the realization, and valkyrie is stepping into the room, ��what?” she asks behind you standing at the door, her pair of pants in her hands.

you turn, “you’ve turned me into a housewife!” you accuse and she laughs, all the way deep in her stomach. “well yes, i suppose i did, but i told you you wouldn’t get much done marrying me; you’d just be my wife,” she says smugly and you walk around the room, grabbing your clothes and such, “i can’t believe this, what would my mother think?” you ask yourself as you head to the bathroom, grabbing both of your toothbrushes.

valkyrie answers you, “i’m sure she’d be more than happy to know you’ve married a king with an incredible skill set,” and you laugh, “yes, you have every skill except packing, go!” and she laughs again, coming behind you and kissing your neck before heading for her luggage as well. you sigh again, the smile you have on your face spreading. your king was so sweet to you, always making you laugh and keeping you happy. though you had begrudgingly accepted being a housewife, being with her all in all made you the happiest you had been in a while.

she comes back, “you’re smiling pretty hard there, love, thinking about me?” and she’s at your side and you smirk, shoving her a bit, “are you packed then?” and she presents her ‘packed’ suitcase to you proudly and you raise an eyebrow, “if i open this thing and see a single suit, i’m leaving you,” she fakes hurt on her face and slowly backs away and you yell after her, “i swear if you aren’t packed in the next hour, no sex for a week!” and it’s the only threat you can make that she’d take seriously. you laugh a bit to yourself once your hear drawer and drawer flying open and her suitcase unzipping.

the flight is quick, you and valkyrie luckily made it in time despite her terrible packing. the resort is gorgeous, water that stretches across the sand far and wide with some of the clearest reflections you’ve seen. it’s nothing like new asgard, you can say confidently, there’s little people and much more peace, something so calming about finally being away from home with the person who married you had you smiling on the sand.

valkyrie comes next to you, a margarita in her hand for you and a beer in the other and she sits down, sighing, watching the waves with you. you smile more, taking your drink and leaning on her shoulder, sighing. “it’s beautiful here, right?” you say and she nods, taking a swig and wrapping her other arm around you. “i’m just happy to have gotten away, really needed it,” and you nod, agreeing.

“how do you feel now that you’re away, my king?” you tease and she laughs a bit, taking another swig, “you only call me that in bed, don’t say it out here,” and you laugh at her explicit language, nearly spitting out your margarita. “what shall we do first then, hmm? maybe go for a swim or exchange gifts?”

valkyrie shrugs, “what have you gotten me then?” and you giggle, “gifts it is. mines still in the hotel, but you’ll love it,” and she raises her eyebrows clearly interested, and smiles. “well, mines in my pocket you want it now?” and you nod, sitting up and looking at her and setting your drink down on your towel. she reaches in her pocket, sighing a bit before she holds her hand out with a fist.

“okay, i know you’re going to do that thing where you tell me not to do something but ive wanted to get you this for a very long time so just, hear me out okay?” and you smile shyly, “okay,” and she pulls out a small box.

you take it in your hands, opening it and revels a small ring, something you can’t even recognize before it hits you. your eyes swell, “val, no, you didn’t..” and she cuts you off, “nope, i told you not to, just … okay, i know it’s a lot,” and you’re fully crying now, nodding and trying to listen, “but, it’s in my culture to do this for a life partner and i consider you that, so, yeah,”

you smile and the ring slides on your finger easily, and it’s the perfect size because of course it is. it says her name, brunnhilde, made from the same stone and silver from her own home of true asgard, stone that was in currency right before hela attacked. your heart swells, the only other person she had given anything like this to was her past partner, someone she so rarely talks about. but you heard it, how important it was to her and how special it meant you were to the other person.

it makes you sigh out and cry again, “i know you don’t want me to make a big deal, but i literally can’t think right now,” you stttuer out and she laughs, grabbing your face and wiping away your tears. “okay well can you at least stop crying, my love? it was supposed to make you happy,” she jokes and you laugh again and nod, wiping your nose and leaning forward to capture her mouth. she kisses you sweetly, and you can slightly taste the beer on her lips. you sigh and smile into it, grabbing at her hands in your face.

once you pull away you laugh, “now i feel like mine isn’t worth shit,” and she snorts with you, shaking her head as the sun sets over the waves, “no i’m sure it’s great, my love. do you want to go back and open it for me?” and you nod, starting to stand and valkyrie stands before you. you get up but your legs are weak, and you smile, “look at what you did, making me all soft inside,” and she laughs, extending her hand to help you.

you’re walking back, you’re attached to her hip entirely, smiling and holding her hand with the ring in yours. “you really like it, huh?” she jokes and you laugh with her, nodding unabashedly, “incredibly so, i think it’s better than my wedding ring,” and she laughs once you reach the door to your hotel room and she smacks your ass slightly making you jolt and laugh, “you better wear both,” she says and you nod, turning towards her and wrapping your arms around her smiling, “i’ll wear whatever you want, my king,” you say it again and she smirks, wrapping her hands around your waist.

“can i get my gift before i keep you in that bed?” and you gasp a bit, nodding before heading to your luggage and opening it. “okay, so you had you wanted to try it a while ago so i looked into it, so,” you pull out a purple box, the big IVF letters exposing the gift to valkyrie’s eyes and she gasps. “oh gods,” and you laugh a bit, walking towards her, “now you can get me pregnant and make me the housewife you’ve always wanted me to be,” you joke but she’s speechless, blinking wordlessly as she flips over the box and reads the instructions.

you look at for a moment, “are you okay?” you say to her and she finally looks up, one of her braids in her face, “i am going to fuck you so hard,” she practically promises and you laugh a bit, nodding, “you’re laughing but i’m so serious,” she says again and she’s smirking now, placing the box down and grabbing your waist once more, albeit a bit roughly. you smirk a bit, “yeah? gonna fuck me and get me pregnant?” you joke back but you can tell she’s serious, she doesn’t say anything back, she pushes her mouth against yours, silencing whatever you were going to say next.

you moan against her mouth, sighing and running your fingers through her braids. valkyrie keeps you close, rubbing all over your skin and pushing you back against the bed. you sigh as she pushes you down and you find yourself laying down, valkyrie smiling down at you. you sit up slightly, “before we start, i wanna try something,” you whisper out and valkyrie smiles and leans down, kissing you softly, “what did you have in mind, love?”

you but your lip, not really ready to admit it. “i really wanna be your housewife, val. like, you treat me like it and i know i say i don’t like it but… i really do, so can you—?” and she agrees, nearly breathless, “yeah, yeah. i can, you wanna be my pretty housewife? you want me to keep you and fuck you over and over and over again?”

you nod, breathless and biting your lips, “yeah, yes i do, please, please—” valkyrie licks her lips and climbs on top of you, kissing at your mouth and stripping away your clothes and exposing your skin to the coldness of the room. she attacks your nipples first, playing with one bud in her hand the other in her mouth. you moan and lift yourself to her mouth, sighing and your legs move together, squeezing around your arousal. she moves her hand against your legs, sliding her fingers against your drenched pussy. you moan a bit, hips stuttering at the pressure like you haven’t felt her before.

she moves away from your nipple, it’s wet and hard once it touches the cold air. you huff, feeling her spread your legs more, “lemme see, love, open up for me,” and you do, spreading your legs and she maneuvers you to take off your shorts and underwear, your pussy is suddenly out in the open, and you can feel yourself leaking on the sheets below. you sigh and thrusts your hips up, and valkyrie sighs, “oh, so pretty my love, so fucking gorgeous,” and you nod, looking at her with hooded eyes. she leans forward and kisses your clit, the nub pulsing under her mouth. she sucks a bit, keeping your legs open when you gasp out in surprise.

valkyrie holds you there, sucking on your clit softly, not giving you the pressure you’re used to. you moan softly, “val— please, please more, i want more,” you whimper out and she pulls away, a wet noise leaving your pussy. “you want more, huh? she teases, sliding her finger against you and you nod, whining, “yeah—!” and she smiles, “then what do you say, baby?”

you gasp once you feel her fingers inside you, the digits moving in and out slowly, still teasing. “please— haaa, oh please, my king, i need you, i need more, ohhhh please—!” and she sighs, adding her other hand to your pussy and putting pressure on your foot while her other hand works inside of you, “there we go, baby, that’s it, say it again for me,” and you buck, head tossing back as you feel your orgasm flow through your body slowly. “please! my king, please pleasee— i, i’m cumming, oh val—!” and you pussy clenches around her fingers, your clit pulsing under her thumb. you moan out, high pitched sounds escaping you, and she coaxes you through it, body convulsing and your pussy squirting slightly.

she pulls her fingers out, bringing them to her mouth and licking your cum off her hand. you sigh and watch her, spreading your legs a bit more to show you still needed attention. “please, i— i want more please,” and she nods, leaning over you and her braids falling on you. “i know, baby, i know, i’ll fuck you soon, okay? just be good for me, alright?” and you nod, she kisses you swiftly, sucking slightly on your lips and you can taste yourself on her mouth.

she gets up from above you, presumably to get her strap, and you smile. “v?” you call and she responds from the bathroom, “can you get the one i like?” and she laughs a bit, “i’ve already read your mind, baby, i got it,” and you chuckle a bit, moving around to get on your knees, presenting your pussy to her as you level yourself on your forearms. she comes back, smirking, “wow, look at you, all spread out for me huh?” and you nod, spreading your legs a bit more. you look back at her, “gotta be a good wife right?” and she smiles, getting behind you and kissing your back and butt, sliding her fingers against your clit and you gasp, moaning, “yeah, you are a good wife, aren’t you, baby? i should just fuck you and get you pretty and pregnant, huh?”

you gasp out and nod, feeling her strap slide on your pussy. you moan, “yes, yes! please, please, my king, fuck me, get me pregnant i need it—!” and she’s inside you by the time your finished rambling, moaning when you feel the ribbed edges move against your walls, breaching you all the way till the hilt. you gasp out, drool falling from your mouth which hangs open. she sighs, kissing at your shoulders, and moving her hand against your lower stomach, and feeling her strap bulge against your body. you groan and she does too, “you feel me, love?��� and you nod, the words dying in your throat, not being able to speak anymore.

valkyrie smirks, before pulling out and slides back in, you gasp out and twist. she thrusts again, one hand holding your hip and the other feeling the bulge that pokes your stomach. you whine and your forearms give out as she starts a harsher pace, “ouhhh— fuck me, fuck me, please harder,” and your mumbling, completely lost because of valkyrie’s dick. she mocks you, “such a good little housewife huh? you like my dick, baby?” and you nod, slurring and drooling. she holds you tighter, hands gripping your waist harder and harder and you feel it, your pussy starts to convulse around her and you moan, trying to keep it down.

she knows your body better than anyone though, and she murmurs against you softly, “you gonna cum, my love? gonna cum all over me, yeah?” and you nod, whimpering and sighing, she leans forward and puts her fingers in your mouth, hand slipping away from your stomach and you suck on them, so happy to have the anchor. you moan unabashedly around them, slurring out, “cumming, i’m cumming, oh please, please i— i’m so close, FUCK!” and you cum once more, squeezing around her dick and pulsing again. you feel your pussy squirt again, the fluid leaving you as you gasp out silently and she groans against your back, thrusts coming to a stop as you twitch in overstimulation.

she sighs against your back, and you groan, your orgasm subsiding and you feel her pull out, the sound of pussy and heavy breathing left in the room. you fall to your side, signing and moaning against the cool air and valkyrie comes to your side, kissing the dent she left in your hip and opening your legs after slapping your ass a couple of times.

you groan, and she smiles against your skin, “come on love, one more, yeah? gotta fill you up again?” and you huff and nod, laying in your back and spreading once more. valkyrie wastes no time, sliding her strap inside you once more, grinning at your hip and you groan out, hands grabbing the sheets.

she gives you no rest, fucking into you once more, deep and hard and you gasp out, back arching and body moving against her, “ughhhhhfffffuucccckkkk— val, valkyrieeee, i’m, im —!” your mind was mush, she felt like she was everywhere inside you, her hands playing with your tits and her thrusts slapping against your core, you felt full. she groans at the sight of you, moaning, and leaning down to capture your drooling mouth, “want me to cum inside tou, love?” she gasps against your wet lips and you nod, twisting your thighs to pull her closer, locking her with your wrapping legs. you feel her smile against your lips and you nod more aggressively now, “please, please, please my king, i— i want it, i want it, so bad, cum inside me, please, haaaughhh, fuck—!”

valkyrie nods, her hips stuttering a bit as her own orgasm approaches and you whine, feeling yours creep through your pussy as well. she holds your position, thrusting to get there, “cum for me, be my good girl and cum with me, yeah? can you?” and you nod, her voice piercing your bloodstream and you can’t help it when your feel your pussy clench around her again, your clit pulsing and she halts her thrusts as well, hips stuttering against yours as she cums, eyes closed and biting her lip, groaning against yours.

her orgasm lasts for a bit, she’s still moaning and moving by the time you’ve come back to earth. you hear her sigh and exhale above you, your eyes still twisted shut after the over stimulation. she leans down to kiss you properly, you can feel the bite marks she left on her own lips against yours and you sigh, declawing yourself from the sheets and wrapping around her, moaning in her mouth. she wraps herself around you, your legs still locked onto hers and she’s all around you now, her muscles vibing all your body.

when she finally pulls away your eyes blink open and there’s a drunk smile on her face as there is yours, “hi,” you whisper and she laughs a bit, and whispers is back, “hi,” you smile and she kisses you again, slowly pulling out and you whimper against her mouth, and calming you by rubbing up and down your body.

once she’s finally pulled out, she pulls away and lays next to you, breathing deep and relaxing. her muscles are still flexed once you lay next to her and cuddle up, “you alright?” you whisper first and she laughs a bit, “i should ask you that, love, i think you squirted like three times,” you lean up and cover her mouth in embarrassment, cheeks hot and a shy smile on your face, “you don’t need to say it,” you whisper and she laughs again, putting her hands up in surrender. you remove yours and lay down again, “i’m fine, thank you,” and she nods, “and i am as well, thank you checking on me,” she says sweetly.

you mumble and lean up to kiss her, rubbing up and down her tight stomach, the sweat and likely your cum that lay there being rubbed into her skin. she pulls away again, gasping, “oh and thank you love,” you cock your head at her, “for?”

valkyrie jerks her head towards the bedside table towards the IVF kit and you shy up, looking back at her, “it’s no big deal, i just knew you’d been talking about it for a while, is all.” and valkyrie grabs your chin to silence you, “it is a big deal,” she retorts and you listen, “i’m… i’m not ready now, but i’m so happy you want to at least try with me, my love. it means a lot.” before you can say anything back, she’s kissing you again, sighing into your mouth and keeping you there.

the security feeling of valkyrie so close to you has you sighing and your eyelids feeling heavy. you pull away, “we should get some rest, do it all again tomorrow, yeah?” and valkyrie laughs, “yeah, do it all over again, huh?” and you smile, settling in her shoulder as she cuts the bedside light off, snuggling up against you too. there’s a small whisper of ‘i love you,’ you hear in the night and it brings another bright smile to your face as sleep overcomes you.

when you wake, you hear fumbling and paper crumbling. you blink open at the sunlight in your room and feel around for valkyrie, who’s not next to you anymore. you sigh and sit up and find your wife and king, on the floor with the IVF package discombobulated and all over the floor.

you squint, your bonnet blocking some of your vision, “what’re you doing?” you groan out and valkyrie looks at you, confused with the instructions in hand.

“i know you’re gonna laugh at me but, i thought this was like a temporary dick package or something, i thought i’d actually cum inside you! i didn’t know it was just a DNA shot, that’s not as fun,” and she truly sounds disappointed, like a little kid who was just told they can’t go to the park because it’s raining. you feel a mocking smile form on your face and she catches it, “okay, yeah it’s funny but did you know that?”

and you try to hide your smile and nod, “yes, well, i did buy the kit. i— i definitely knew,” you try to explain and valkyrie sighs, “whatever, i’m sure i’ll find someway to make that sexy,” and she grumbles as she climbs back into bed, slumping next to you and you laugh a bit, snuggling back next to her under the covers. “you’re so weird,”

she smiles, “and yet, you married me. i can’t believe it— letting me make a housewife out of you,” you smack your lips and hit her with a stray pillow, valkyrie’s laughs still heard through the cotton.

DONE AND DONE !!! @verachii I HOPE YOU LIKED IT AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BBYYY you looked absolutely gorgeous!!! I hope you had fun and enjoyed your day!!!

MWAH MWAH rmb to like and leave replies and reblog!! bye goodnight ❣️🫶🏽

[slutboybarbie]

You Look Good on Camera Baby…

Dom!King Loki x Reader

18+

Warnings/summary: slight exhibitionism, degradation, pet names, Loki records them

A/N: yes I did get the title from a 21 savage song

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"Open your fucking eyes. Let them see how much of a dirty whore you are for your King."

Your eyes shoot open at the sound of Loki's raspy voice in your ear, looking out at the poor guards just there to do their jobs in the throne room.

He's got you sitting on his lap, cock deep inside you while you struggle to keep your balance with your hands bound behind your back. You're completely bare while he's clad in Asgard's finest, even a miniature version of his horns adorning his head, Loki's idea of a crown.

"C'mon, I know you can do better than this."

He sounds bored, his sloppy posture showing that too.

With a flick of his wrist your bindings are gone, Loki's large hands coming to grip your hips, effortlessly lifting you.

"I've got to do everything don't I?"

He pulls you off of him until only the tip is left, before slamming you back onto him. A moan is punched from your lungs, your hands scrambling to grab onto something while you collect yourself.

"I should invite the whole kingdom in here.", he snarls in your ear, "Let them see how their precious Queen likes to be fucked absolutely dumb on the sacred throne."

You moan even louder at that, pushing your hips down to meet Loki's thrusts. "You like that don't you darling? The idea of everyone seeing me ruin you."

Two of his fingers appear in front of your lips, a silent command for you to suck on them.

You wordlessly obey, whimpering around his now damp fingers.

The newfound weight in your mouth grounds you, tongue swirling around his slender fingers as you feel your high approaching.

"Let me have it pet, c'mon.", he whispers harshly in your ear.

You hear the slight woosh of his magic and not a even a second later, a camera is in front of your face.

You turn to Loki in shock, or at least try to, but he uses the hand once gagging you to keep your face turned forward. "Look at the camera, yeah? Put on a show for the people."

Loki extends his arm to get a better angle, and he fixes your face to look directly at it. It's not hard to imagine how erotic this must look and you can't help but feel a little shy.

You try to drop your head, to curl into Loki's neck, anything to hide your face but Loki isn't budging. Only spewing out the filthiest things that cross his mind directly into your ear, occasionally angling your head so that he can kiss and bite at your neck, no doubt leaving marks.

Eyes glazed, tears begin to swell as your pleasure consumes you.

Loki notices, a cruel smile adorning his lips. "Poor thing."

He puts the camera directly in your face, "Go ahead, cry while you cum for me."

[justiceiswater]

It’s just so much! Why’d he pick her!? Why is she letting herself get attached?! Why is David so perfect!? Why is Jane such a stick in the mud?!

A Wife for Thor Pt.02

10/19/2020

No Lies in a Marriage

Pairing: King!Thor x Reader          Word Count: 5,150

Warnings: angst, anxiety, panic attack, language

A/N: As I said in the post earlier today, you’ll probably see updates for this story often right now because it’s at the beginning and I know where I’m going pretty clearly and how to get there and it’s kinda just writing itself for right now. Anywho, I hope you enjoy this chapter! I love writing this reader with Thor…but I think it’s just because I love writing Thor. haha If you happen to reblog, thanks so much for helping me spread my work! xoxo

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[bean-bean2000]

The Maid - Part 3

Pairing: Loki x reader (on going series)

Warnings: Angst, abuse, mental health (depression, mentions of suicidal thoughts). Eventual loki x reader pairing. Reader is a maid.

Please read at your own risk. Your own media consumption is not my responsibility. Please read and review the warnings before proceeding.

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You return to the maid's quarters, shaking in disbelief at your interaction with the king.

I just lied to his face. I'm such an idiot. Will he change his mind and punish me? Why was he so nice to me if he sends his guards to beat me almost daily? Why did he look concerned when he saw my injuries? Is this some cruel manipulative twisted joke so he can trap me into trusting him, just so he can rip my trust for him into pieces? To finally break me like the guards say they will?

Your mind is racing; confused, angry, hurt. You say nothing to the other maids when you return to your cot. If they are to know you spoke to the king, rumours will spread.

You decide you can't risk it, you have to request a change of duties.

You rush to the man in charge of separating the help's duties amongst the castle.

You bow your head and curtsy when you approach him "Good evening, sir. I am here to place a request, if possible." you say quietly, staring at the floor.

He says nothing so you decide to continue "I would like to change duties. I believe the king is no longer fond of my work, nor my presence and think a change would be best to appease his anger."

"Very well. I doubt he will notice the change anyway. You are quiet and forgettable. You will be placed on the rotation team. You will work multiple different duties at my discretion. You may leave now." he says to you coldly.

You thank him quckly and return to your chambers.

He's right. He won't even notice I'm gone. This is for the best, I must avoid him at all costs to stay alive. Stay quiet, do as they say and stay small. It's the only way I'll survive.

Over the next two weeks you successfully avoid all contact with the king. You're continuously rotating duties from maid, to kitchen staff, to laundry and you're body is aching from the physical exertion. The abuse from the guards subdued but did not stop from the Snake. He would search for you exclusively and insist it was at kings personal request. He did everything he could to try to break you, but you repeated the same words "Never". Sometimes you would fight back and other times you would simply take it so it could be over with faster, but one thing you made sure of is that he never touched you. You would go feral at the mention of it.

Yesterday, the Snake went too far and tried holding you down to 'teach you a lesson', you screamed and swung your hands as you scratched his face from his eyebrow to his lip so deeply he was bleeding profusely all over his bedroom floor. You took your upper hand to your advantage and threatened him " I can take your abuse, you will not break me and I will die before I let you touch me. Next time, I will scratch your eyes out." you hissed at him. He screamed for the other guards as he swung at you but you side stepped and tried running out but was caught by the other guards.

"Now, you will see what the king truly thinks of you once he discovers what you've done, witch. He will not be as merciful as I was. Bring her to the dungeons." he spits at you as you're dragged away.

You're thrown to the damp stone floor covered in hay, scratching your palms and knees as you roll on the floor.

"This is where you belong, witch." One of them says as the door locks behind you.

You hear their laughter fade as they walk away. The cell is disgustingly dirty, there is only a small space with bars that acts as a window. Besides the moonlight, you're left in complete darkness, the only sound to occupy your mind is the squeaks of the mice running around. You bring your knees to your chest and begin crying "What have I done? Why didn't I just let him do what he wanted? I wouldn't be here... At least I would have a chance at life... now I'm as good as dead" you cry to yourself.

The next day you're woken abruptly and dragged outside. Your hand are tied to a post and they rip open the back of your shirt.

Your heart races as you realize what is happening. You hear the Snake laugh and then the searing pain of the whip across your back.

You scream out in pain and dig your nails into the post to ground yourself.

"So the whore can scream afterall. Let's see how loud she can be. You've been holding out on me." the Snake mocks you.

This continued 10 times. For everyday the nurse said he would need to heal from the wound you created in his eye.

They drag you away and throw you back onto the dungeon floor. Bleeding profusely from your back, unable to move from the pain, you curly yourself into a ball and beg for death to take you.

You awake to a nurse tending to your back. You both stay quiet as she puts the familiar balm to your back and wraps your wounds to prevent infection.

Two days pass, no guards have come to bring you food or water. You're famished and parched. Your back is in continuous searing pain, your breathing has become more shallow every day. You're in such pain, you try to force yourself to sleep to avoid the pain. Eventually, you pass out. You're awakened by the sound of a crow squawking and the sun shining on you.

You look up and see the bird standing at the makeshift window, in between the bars. It crows a few times before turning around and flying away.

Even the birds don't want to be near me.

You hear heavy footsteps approach your cell when the Snake opens the door "Learned you lesson yet, witch? Get up, you reek. Bathe and get ready for work tomorrow. Maybe this will make you think twice before fighting me." he sneers at you.

You struggle to get up so he grabs you by the arm and yanks you to your feet making you shriek in pain from the deep cuts in your back.

"Shut up, harlot. Get out of my face." he spits at you.

You slowly walk out of the dungeons and back to the maids quarters. You're so weak, you collapse on your cot and pass out when you arrive.

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You awoke before dawn, bathing to ease the pain. The nurse helps apply the balm to your back and wrap the wounds once more. You look at yourself in the mirror. Your left eye is severely bruised, you look exhausted and in pain.

Today you're placed on kitchen duty. You're slowly walking to the kitchen, when you see a crow fly overhead and land nearby on a statue.

A crow, again? ... Is it staring at me?

You shake your head in dismissal and you near the kitchen. You were to prep everything for the breakfast run before the cooks arrived.

You were deep in thought and humming to yourself while cutting vegetables and boiling some water to make yourself a coffee that you didn't notice somebody walk in behind you.

"Where have you been?" a familiar voice cuts through the silence. You yelp in surprise and cut your finger with the knife. You hiss in pain and rush to place a towel over it to stop the bleeding.

"Sorry darling, l keep frightening you." He approaches you but you back up in fear, your back hitting the kitchen counter. You groan out loud at the pain from your back hitting the counter. He stops and looks at you with hurt and confusion.

You keep your down "It's okay your highness. I'm fine." you say quietly.

He sighs "I've been looking for you."

Your eyes widen at that statement. Oh my god, he's going to kill me, just like the Snake said he would.

"Why were you replaced as my maid? I made no such request. I was very content with your work. Are you avoiding your king?" he presses on.

"Your highness, please. I will do as he says. I will not fight him next time. I beg you to please forgive me and spare my life. I was stupid, it was done in fear. I will never do it again!" you beg, your eyes brimming with tears. You're shaking, straining to breathe properly with the pain coursing through your entire body.

"What none sense do you speak of? Where were you?." he asks again, more urgently. It sounded more like a command than a question.

You bite your lip hard, making it bleed.

"My king...I don't... you ordered the guards..." you're unable to form a sentence through the fear shaking through you.

His eyes narrow and he inspects you and tries to make sense of the words you're hiccuping out.

"Who did I order to do what?" he asks you, his voice rising with anger.

I can't tell him. This is a trick. It was his orders. He knows, he wants to see if I will question his orders.

You take in a deep breath and steady yourself, stopping the tears from falling down your face.

If I avoid his question about the guards, I won't be lying to him.

"I requested a change of duties, your highness." you blurt out.

He looks taken aback "Why? Did I make you uncomfortable? Do you fear me?"

You're confused by his line of questions "No, your highness... I -"

"You're lying. I will give you one last chance." he says sternly.

You swallow thickly, your anger and frustration from the past months of mistreatment bubbles up inside. A sudden burst of confidence, you look up at stare at him. You notice his shock when he sees the damage to your face.

"No, your highness you did not make me uncomfortable. I have received your messages daily from the guards, and the whipping you ordered I received. I have heard the rumours and they ring true. You cannot blame me for fearing you."

"Whipping? Rumours? What -" Loki begins but is interrupted by the cooks entering the kitchen to start the day. His eyes fall to the bandages he can see at the bottom of your shirt, wrapping up and around your back. You see his eyes darken and his fists clench at his sides.

They freeze when they see the king speaking to you.

"Sorry your highness, we will -" one of the cooks begins.

"No. I will be taking my leave. There is something I must tend to."

He quickly exits the kitchen and the cooks stare at you in confusion. You dismiss their looks and return to your duties.

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Part 4

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King by Lauren Aquilina

Summary: After Thor appointed Valkyrie as the new King of New Asgard, she feels lost on what to do. When her feelings and thoughts are all over the place she turns to you, her light, to help her find her way again. 

Warnings: fluff, angst, self-doubt, nothing really bad

Word Count: 2.9k

Her head was spinning as she descended the hill into New Asgard. The town was buzzing with her. The warrior smiled and waved to the people that waved back. She needed to figure out what the hell she was going to do. She was a fighter, a warrior, not a King. With a sigh, she opened the door to the after school building. You were walking around the tables and cleaning up the left out art supplies. Valkyrie smiled at the sight as she closed the door. 

You moved to New Asgard 4 years ago. You were trying to rediscover yourself in a new world where half of the population was gone. Before Thanos snapped her fingers, you were a teacher and those skills were needed in this town that was trying to rebuild. The warrior found your presence to be calming. You always called yourself a simple human but she saw you as so much more. “You know starring is considered rude in most cultures.” You said with a teasing smile on your face. Valkyrie rolled her eyes and pushed herself off the door, closing the distance between you and her. 

“I can’t help it,” she said. “Especially when I’m in the presence of a goddess.” You hit her chest with a stack of paper. 

“You are ridiculous.” You said, putting the scrap paper and art supplies in their correct spot. 

“That was a good one.” Valkyrie pouted. “I have to up my flirting game so everyone knows you're mine.” She followed you to your desk and before you could sit down she wrapped her arms around your waist. You leaned back into her embrace. 

“I’m pretty sure the rock you put on my finger will keep the vultures away, my love.” She smiled, kissing your shoulder and playing with the ring on your finger. “Where is Thor?” You said. The warrior sighed, remembering the conversation she had with her friend. 

‘You know, I’d make a lot of changes around here.’ she joked. Thor took off his sunglasses and bowed his head slightly with a smile. ‘I’m counting on it, your majesty.’ 

You turned around to face her, sitting on the edge of your desk. “What’s wrong?” You asked. It was rather annoying how easily you could read her. 

“Can we get away just for a few hours?” She asked. You nodded, with a smile and kissed her lips softly. 

“Of course.” 

*

You met Valkyrie at the docks while you set up the small row boat. You went home to quickly change and pack a small bag filled with snacks and a blanket. Valkyrie held out her hand. “Welcome aboard, m’lady.” You took her hand and stepped down into the boat. 

“Thank you, captain.” You kissed her cheek as you sat down. She smiled and began to row the boat past the port of New Asgard towards a small island. It was by accident that you and Valkyrie found this place. Her and Thor got into a small argument regarding the future of New Asgard. She came to you in a fit of rage. You remembered when you were younger that your father took you out of the water whenever he and your mother got into a fight. The air on the water seemed to have a healing effect. So you rowed the boat as Valkyrie sat in her emotions until you found the island. From then on the island became a spot for you to escape, date nights to tell stories underneath the stars, and it was the spot Valkyrie proposed. “Land ho, captain.” You called out. She jumped out of the rowboat as it came in contact with land and pulled it out of the water. She smirked at you as she caught you checking out her muscles. You simply shrugged and got out of the boat, sling the bag over your shoulder. “Your hot babe, can’t blame me for looking.” Your wife laughed. It was a sound you loved especially when you knew something was bothering you. 

“You have such a way with words.” You smiled and went to your favorite spot on the island to lay out a blanket on the ground. It allowed you both to still see the buildings of New Asgard but feel far away from everything. You sat down and pulled out the snacks you brought; a bottle of wine, cheese, crackers, grapes, and strawberries plus two chocolate bars. Valkyrie sat down and opened the bottle of wine. “You are too good to me.” She said. You rolled your eyes. 

“Shut up,” you poured the wine into the glass and gave it to her. She took a long sip. “So, what happened?” You asked.

“Thor isn’t coming back to New Asgard. He’s joining the Guardians.” You almost choked on a strawberry at the news. You knew that the God struggled with his guilt for not being able to prevent the death of his brother, the destruction of his home, and not being able to spot Thanos the first time. 

“But isn’t he King? He has no heir, not that we know of,” you mumbled the last part which caused Valkyrie to smile. “Who is the new king?” You asked. Your wife’s smile became smaller as she stared out towards the water. 

“Me.” She looked at you but looked away rather quickly. You weren’t surprised that the God of Thunder named her the new king. In the 4 years you were at New Asgard, you watched Valkyrie look after its people. But in the brief glance she gave you, you saw doubt in your partner’s eyes. It was an emotion that you’ve never seen in her. “But I don’t know if I can do it,” she whispered. “Thor called me a leader but the last time I was a leader I led my sisters to their death.” She was referring to the battle against Hela. It still haunted and scared her. “I don’t know what to do.” You didn’t respond right away, you swirled the wine in your glass. 

“You do what you do best, Val, and fight to protect those you love.” You said. 

“Who am I fighting?” She asked. “We won.” You hummed agreeing with her, taking a sip of the wine before moving behind her. You pulled out a brush from your bag and began to brush her wavy hair. The tension melted from her shoulders. 

“You are fighting the monsters inside your head,” you answered, pushing her hair to the side and kissing the skin that was showing. “Count your blessings not your flaws. You’re too wrapped up in your self doubt. You’ve got that young blood set it free.” You sighed, resting your head on her shoulder. “For the past 4 years, I’ve seen you lead these people without the title of king. You gave them hope and provided them light in their darkest time.” You kissed the side of her head and forced her to look at you. “You’re in control so get rid of all the monsters inside your head and put all your faults to bed. You can be king.” Your wife moved her hand to the back of your head and weaved her fingers through your hair. She kissed you slowly. You would never get tired of kissing her. She poured all of her emotions and feelings into a kiss when words were lost to her. She ended the kiss, keeping your foreheads touching. “I love you, my king.” You whispered. She chuckled. 

“My queen,” you smirked. “My beautiful and smart queen. I’d be lost without you.” 

“Queen,” you mumbled against your lover’s lips. “I like that title.” She rolled your eyes. 

“Take it down a notch or your ego won’t fit into the school building.” She joked. You pushed her on her chest and she fell to her side bringing you down with her. You laughed, shaking your head. “Was that an attempted assassination attempt on the newly appointed King of Asgard? The punishment is the most severe.” You tried to hide the smile on your face. 

“Please have mercy on me, your highness,” you said, burying your face in her neck. “I will do anything.” 

“Anything? Mhmm.” She paused for dramatic effect. “I sentence you to be my wife for an eternity.” You pulled away and looked down at her. 

“Seriously.” She shrugged. 

“Like I said I have to up my flirting game. You are the queen.” You rolled your eyes. 

“You, my king, are a dork.” She laughed, taking your left hand in hers and kissed your wrist, your palm, and the ring she gave you. 

“Thank you,” you smiled, feeling yourself blush at her intense look. 

“Anytime.” 

*

It was the screams that woke you and Valkyrie up. She was the first out of bed, rushing to the window, and throwing the blinds back. Your dark room erupted into light from the flames outside. “I have to go,” she said suddenly, pulling on a pair of sleep shorts and a long sleeve shirt. You nodded. 

“I’m right behind you.” Your statement caused your wife to stop and look at you. 

“Absolutely not. I need you to stay here.” You looked at her in disbelief. You weren’t an Avenger level fighter but you’ve been training and you didn’t have to fight you could help get people to safety.

“This is my home too, Val. I can help.” She ran her hands through her hair, pinching the bridge of her nose. 

“I need to know you are safe so I can focus on protecting everyone else,” you went to say something but she held up her hand. “I don’t have time for this. Stay here, that's an order from your king.” Your jaw clenched.

“Yes, your majesty.” Valkyrie sighed, kissing your forehead before leaving your room. You sighed and walked over to the window looking at the chaos. A portal opened and you watched as your wife rode on Warsong. You rolled your eyes, she always had to have a dramatic entrance. You knew you were being difficult and keeping her away from the fight. But she didn't hear what was said about you, a useless human married to the now King. Hell, even Thor’s ex-girlfriend was worthy enough to lift mjolnir. A bright light came down from the heavens and you covered your eyes to shield them. When you looked back, the God of Thunder was standing there. He looked good, a lot healthier than the last time you saw him. A car near your apartment building exploded. “Fuck this.” You said, leaving your room. 

*

Valkyrie was going to kill you, it was a fact that you accepted as soon as you stepped foot outside of your apartment building. You had a shield on your back and a sword in your hands. You heard a scream and you ran in the direction. It was the mother of one of your students. You jumped in front of her with your shield hitting the shadow spider in front of you. “Get out of here.” You yelled, swinging the sword in your hand. You heard her run off but your eyes remained on the creature ahead. The creature charged and you dogged out of the way. You climbed on the car that was parked next to you and jumped, slashing your sword down. The sword implied the creature in the head. It struggled and trashed from side to side, you held on but it flung you off. You rolled to the ground as the spider died. On shaky legs, you stood up and pulled your sword out. But you didn’t have a second to breathe as a small horde of them circled you. 

The ground shook around you and the electricity in the air made the hair on your arms stand up as Thor landed next to you. He swung Stormbreaker and it flew through the air, cutting off the heads of the creatures around you. Stormbreaker returned to his owner. 

“Lady Y/n,” The God smiled. 

“Thor,” you smiled back. “Who did you piss off this time?” You asked. His smile fell. 

“Valkyrie asked the same thing,” you laughed and ducked as he sent lightning over your shoulder killing another creature. You spun behind him and killed one. “Speaking of the king, does she know her wife is out here?” He asked. You sighed. 

“No,” you said slowly. “How about we keep it a secret.” Another explosion rocked New Asgard. “Thor go, I’ll be fine.” 

“I will see you again, Lady Y/n.” The God disappeared in a flash of light. 

“See ya, Thor.” You waved and continued on. 

*

You would count tonight as a half win. The children of New Asgard were kidnapped by a deranged God Killer which wasn’t ideal. But you did sneak back home without your wife seeing you and you lived to one day tell her the tale. You cleaned your weapons and put them away, cleaned up, and began to cook for Valkyrie’s return. The door opened and slammed shut. “Hi -”

“I can’t believe you,” she cut you off. You turned to face her. She didn’t have any clear sign of injury which you were thankful for. “I can’t believe you ignored a direct order from your king.” You bit your tongue. You wanted her to get everything off her chest. “Then you asked Thor to cover for you. Do you realize how dangerous it was to be out there?” You didn’t respond and returned around to finish the sandwich you were making. 

“Thor told you I’m guessing.” You said, placing the finished sandwich down in front of her. She glanced at the food but didn’t take it. 

“No. It was the mother you saved. She wanted me to thank you.” She sighed, sitting down at the table. “Thor actually tried to cover for you which I had a very stern talk to him about.” She angrily bit into the sandwich. “I’m so mad at you. You could have died and I couldn’t have known.” 

“But I didn’t.” You were pushing her buttons but the statement left your mouth before you could think about it. She stood up abruptly, slamming her hands on the table. 

“I’m your king,” she said. “It is my job to protect you.” 

“Cut the shit, Brunnhilde. I was your wife before you got the title of King. So talk to me like your wife and not one of your subjects.” Her jaw clenched as you stared at each other. You sighed, rubbing your hand across your face. “I’m sorry I left and I worried you but I wanted to prove to them,” you pointed out the window. “That I’m more than what they call me behind closed doors. So,” you dropped your hands to the side. “I’m sorry.” Valkyrie was silent as she stared at you. You wondered if you stunned her into silence. But in a quick motion, she made her way to your side of the table and pulled you into a hug. The force of the hug lifted you off the ground. You yelped at the sudden impact but you hugged her back as tight. She set you down on your feet. 

“I love you. I love you so much,” she mumbled against your skin. 

“I love you too, my love.” You pulled away slightly grabbing onto her face. You kissed her softly. 

“I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you tonight, if I failed to protect you as well.” You frowned. 

“This isn’t solely on you.” 

“I’m king. It’s my duty.” You grabbed her hand and pulled her to the couch. You sat down next to her grabbing both of her hands. 

“You’re not alone. You’re not on your own. You’ve got it all but you’ve lost your mind in the sound.” You let go of one of her hands and placed some strands of hair behind her ear. “You will save those kids and reclaim your crown.” She gave you a sad smile. 

“What if I fail?” Her voice was so small it broke your heart. You shook your head. 

“You won’t because you will do anything for your people.” She was silent for a moment, looking at your connected hands. 

“Thor, Jane, and I are going after him. We leave tomorrow morning.” You expected as much. “I need you to stay here.” She brought her lips. “Asgard will need it’s Queen.” She kissed your palms. 

“As long as their King comes back to them.” She nodded. 

“Always,” she smirked . “Besides you have a sentence to still carry out.” You rolled your eyes and stood up, holding out your hand. 

“A King needs their rest.” You pulled your wife to her feet. 

“I need to shower first. I’ll meet you there.” You nodded, kissing her before heading off to your room. You didn’t realize how tired you were until your head hit the pillow and the blankets were around you. You must have dozed off because you woke up to the feeling of Valkyrie getting into bed behind you. Her arm wrapped around you and pulled you flush to her front. “Thank you, my love.” She mumbled. Her voice was laced with sleep. 

“Anytime.”   

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Sweet Savagery Masterlist

All your life, Thor's blue eyes have haunted you. You believed you outran him, but now all your hopes come tumbling down.

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Damage Control

Warnings: NWH Spoilers; Peter being forgotten(not by reader lol); canon events of NWH; Normal sad Marvel

Pairings: Peter P x Asgardian!Reader; Loki x Sister!reader; Thor x sister!reader

Summary: After the events of No Way Home, Y/N and Loki are tasked to go to Midgard to repair damages, and a blue and red character is surprised by a certain someone.

Word Count: 798

Content: Maybe a whole fic.. more than a Drabble at most.

Staring at my tablet, they showed the damage caused on Earth. "Princess Y/N, you're needed by King Tho-," I heard a maid say, not finishing when she saw me watching the news. "Princess Y/N, you know the news is bad for your mental mindset." The same maid mentioned while cleaning up my vanity. "Oh alright..." I put my tablet down on my nightstand and stood.

I wiped my sweaty palms on my dress and walked out the door to head to the throne room. Loki was also walking out of his chambers. His face lit up in mischief. "Hello sister, do you know what this oaf wants?" "No, Loki, I do not, and don't call him that, you know he hates it." I said calmly, with a bit of humor.

Thor was pacing back and forth, frantically, might I add. "Ahh..you're finally here." He announced clapping his hands. "Brother, what is needed from us?" I asked after I curtsied before him.

"Well Y/N, I need you to go to Midgard and help with the damage." He stated." Ok.. and why is Loki here?" "He is needed by Doctor Strange for some multiverse issues." Loki rolled his eyes, but underneath, I knew he was pleased by being needed.

"Alright, you ready to go now Loki?" I asked him, with a smirk on my face. I transformed quickly into trendy midguardian clothes and started racing Loki to the Bifrost bridge. I made it there first, Loki showed up seconds later. "Princess, Prince." Heimdall bowed.

He turned the sword and Loki and I were transported to Midgard." Alrighty, Thor is sending me to the Sanctum in Greenwich." I sighed. I turned to look at Loki and hugged him. "Be safe and don't do anything I would do," Loki said as he returned my hug and kissed my forehead.

"You too brother. See you soon." I said. I took out my phone that Thor gave me before I left. I put in the address "43-25 43rd St. Long Island City, New York." Not wanting to attract attention to myself, I decided that walking was better than teleporting.

*20 Minutes Later*

I looked at the building, or what was left of the building. Noticing the fire, the rubble, and the lack of civilians, I got to work. I closed my eyes, my palms out, and called my magick forward. I felt the surgery of power flow through my veins.

I started removing water from the lake nearby. I put out the fires easily, despite the resistance of my magick collecting the water. Looking ahead, I chose not to rebuild the building. I put the remaining rubble in the lake, thanking the element for allowing me to control it.

I called my magick back into me, keeping it secured. I saw a shadow in my peripheral. It was blue and red. The colors were easily recognizable. Peter! I thought. To assure myself that it was Peter, I called out his name.

"Peter! Hey Peter!" The figure quickly turned around and swung toward me. "You-you know my name?" He asked, looking confused. "Um yeah...you're Peter right?" "Yeah, I-I am." He chuckled.

"Why were you confused?" I asked. "It's a long story." He explained. I looked at my phone. No calls from my brothers. "I have time." "Oh-uh, ok. Well, my apartment is a couple of blocks away from here." I followed him back. We reached the complex, found his loft, and unlocked the door with his keys.

He allowed me in. I took in the simple aspect of the small space. I walked over to his desk, noticing the sewing machine and scraps of his suit. I looked closely at the coffee cup, "we are happy to serve you" it said.

I looked behind me, noticing Peter standing there with a pained look on his face. "So...what happened?" I asked, getting straight to the point.

He poured everything from the government accusing him, to his aunt passing, to now a world not knowing that Peter Parker exists. "Oh, Pete," I said, not wanting to cry. "Anyways, how do you still know who I am?" I wiped my eyes before the tears could fall.

"I wasn't on Earth when this happened. I was up in Asgard after the final battle." "Oh." He said simply.

We sat in silence, until my phone went off, signaling that Loki was done with his mission. I looked up at Peter, who was lost in his mind.

I leaned forward and put a kiss on his cheek. "I have to go back, but my number is on the table if you ever need to talk, ok?" I softly smiled. He nodded and kissed my cheek back. "Thank you." "Always." I smiled and teleported back to the meeting point.