#am i happy with this...ehhhhhhhhh

[emziess]

Oh my friend, my friend, don't ask me What your sacrifice was for Empty chairs at empty tables Where my friends will sing no more

118 (& Athena) + Empty Chairs at Empty Tables - Les Miserables ((Inspo))

[miallurk]

Am I doing good? No. But am I happy? Yes.

[scramratz]

hot take is that a LOT less people would struggle with dysphoria (physical and social) in a truly genderless society. I feel as if part of the reason some (but not all) people struggle so much with gender identity is not necessarily because they are 'born in the wrong body'/are experiencing something *physically* wrong, but because the perception of those traits as inherently (and inescapably) gendered causes dysphoria, if that makes sense? I'm not like a gender abolitionist or anything, but I've spent a lot of time thinking about how I experience dysphoria, as well as looking at anecdotes from other people and idk. Like I genuinely don't mind my voice/chest/manner of speech or other typical sources of dysphoria UNTIL they're associated with womanhood or used to paint/identify me as a woman. Like if I could just be a Me and the combination of those traits make a Me, I feel like I wouldn't mind them nearly as much, if at all. Not saying everyone is the same or feels this way or anything, but it's a thought I've had. Am I tweaking.

Ehhhhhhhhh maybe....slightly. I never really subscribed to the idea that in a genderless society, dysphoria would disappear.

Growing up, I never cared how people perceived me. It never even crossed my mind (autism) but I was acutely aware of how uncomfortable I was in my body. Even now, I don't particularly care if folks call me a woman, I'm just happy my body looks more male.

There's a case to make for it being a subconscious thing but idk

[pumpkinsy0]

blah blah tim and dally blah blah tim and darry

what about darry AND dally😏

ok for a genuine response to this and to not make me uncomfy, lets all imagine that theyre not 17 and 20 for a sec, lets all say theyre older somehow (im pretty sure dally was turning 18 the year the outsiders took place anyways) but i genuinely do not see that working out in the slightest😭

i feel like what u could want w them u can get easily w tim and darry and have the OPTION of them being HAPPY in the end, w dally x darry u just get the bad ending😭😭

BUT I CANNOT SEE DARRY W DALLY AT ALL!!!! the main reason w tim and darry work is bc even as a hoodlum, tim is JUST LIKE darry and hes going through generally the same thing darry is as well, if tim didnt have that, jts just ehhhhhhhhh. so if dally is just,,,,w all due respect, dally, theres nothing making darry stay tied down to dally bc dally would just bring instability to darrys like and look he does NOT need that😭😭

imagine hime trying to explain to a social worker that hes w a guy whos been arrested since age 10, do u see what i mean

PLUS I LIKE HAVING TIM B THE ONE WHOS WANTED!!! let my man of color b the one thirsted over,,,let him,,,,

but i mean if thats what ur into who am i to stop u, smash em together like two kens if thats what makes u happy, b free like the wind anon i believe in u

[rain-is-cool]

lowkey dunno how i feel abt the new QSMP announcement, a part of me is happy but the other part of me is just like ehhhhhhhhh 😬😬😬

like the more i think abt it the less excited i am

[herogardn]

What is your favorite canon muse? + Are you happy with how your favorite canon muse was portrayed in canon? + Have you ever written a canon muse that you first thought of ‘meh’ when they appeared in their canon show/movie/book? + What are rare-pairs that you’re passionate about? + What are your favorite ships on here (feel free to tag?) + Do you ship someone’s muses on your dash?

SORRY FOR ALL THE QUESTIONS BUT IM A CURIOUS CRITTER…..

questions for the mun !   /   accepting !

What is your favorite canon muse? — OUGHHH on this blog ? whisper or mecha 100% but if u want like my OVERALL FAVORITE canon muse or just character itsssss sonic i am So basic but i love that guy sm

Are you happy with how your favorite canon muse was portrayed in canon? — ehhhhhhhhh. eh ? eh. i don't hate anything but im also not The biggest fan. but thats mainly bc i know me and it's just bc i would do things different personally. like everything i do with this blog for example basically aBHJJCSHD

Have you ever written a canon muse that you first thought of ‘meh’ when they appeared in their canon show/movie/book? — i dont ? think i have ? teddy ur probably gonna have to correct me on that one but idk if i ever have. knowing me tho i probably did

What are rare-pairs that you’re passionate about? — GRAHHHH MEPHWAYYYYY i love mephiles n fleetway sm oreo is so strong for dealing with mine And fleetways bullshit so much abhjHJBCS i LOVE THEM so much. soso much. also fleetway n infinite scratch my brain

What are your favorite ships on here (feel free to tag?) — MEPHWAY obviously thats a big one. i ADORE somewhirl hi seiko that is my LIFEBLOOD they mean SO MUCH 2 MEEEE

Do you ship someone’s muses on your dash? — not necessarily ? idk i feel like its weird n hard to explain aBHJHBSCD i do not outright Ship nor Do Not Ship ur muses but u bet ur sweet bippy im gonna support my moots n their ships. u go guys im waving my lil flags n pompoms around for u

[mochiponadventures]

Carmine´s surprise Visit

...

Carmine was visiting Juliana, Ogi and Momo today. It was shortly after dinner time when the girl appeared in front of her friends house. Juliana was coming out and was pleasantly surprised to see Carmine there. Inviting her in, Ogi and Momo came to greet her.

Both looked positively happy, albeit Momo looked a little stuffed and visibly more drowsy than usual. "Hi Carmine, what´s up? Want something to drink?"

"Yeah, i would like that. Thank you." A short pause was followed by a snickering sound. "Sooo how are Ogi and Momo doing lately? My brother told me quite a lot about his Terapagos and your little peach here causing all kinds of mischief at daycare!"

"Momo is fine, just a little stuffed from dinner tonight. Ogi too, but as you can see, she is still as energetic as usual!" Juliana answered, stroking Ogi´s head while giving Momo a small kiss on the forehead. The small pokemon visibly relished this and cuddled up to his caretaker happily, nuzzling Juliana. Carmine smiled at that and came closer to them.

"You know, that little runt is quite cute all things considered!" She used one of her fingers to poke one of Momo´s round cheeks. Momo giggled at that and turned towards Carmine, floating over to her, happily bouncing up and down.

"Why don´t you take a seat while i get you some cold lemonade?" Juliana offered Carmine a seat which she took gladly, carrying Momo with her while doing so. He sat on the girls lap, looking up to her, smiling. "Aww just look at you all bouncy and happy, want to play horsey with your auntie? I know Kiki loved that when he was really small..." Momo looked up at the other with a questioning look before letting out a small cry of surprise as Carmine started to bounce him on her lap, up and down and quite fast.

Juliana´s eyes grew in size while watching, knowing Momos body language very well by now. "Uhh Carmine, i wouldn´t do that...you know...Momo just ate quite a lot and he usually has a very sensitive tummy..."

"Nonsense, look at the little ruggamuffin, he´s enjoying himself! Arent you, little one?" Momo´s expression changed from his usual purple hue to a more greenish one as his eyebrows furrowed. Ogi looked at the spectacle and grinned, knowing exactly what would happen any minute by now.

"Pon Pon!!" She exclaimed, tittering like she had heard the worlds most funniest joke. Just as Juliana wanted to get Momo, it happened. It all didn´t even take a minute as Carmine´s face changed from hilarity to utter terror. Because of all the bouncing, Momo´s digestive tract decided to go topsy turvy on him, emptying his stomach right into Carmine´s lap.

"EHHHHHHHHH????" Ogi was on the floor laughing by now, rolling around, cackling like crazy. Juliana took a now whining Momo in her arms, taking a clothe to wipe the poor pokemons face. "I told you not to do that...i am so sorry...here let me get you a couple wet wipes..." She hurried over to the kitchen area, searching for something to remove the stains on Carmine´s lap, all the while trying to calm Momo down who felt no longer happy, but icky and gross.

"Don´t get me wrong, Momo usually loves playing Horsey, just not after dinner..." Juliana explained, helping Carmine to clean herself up. Her face still showed a kind of shocked expression mixed with disgust. "I guess next time i am listening to you when it comes to this...gross...ugh"

"Ogi, stop laughing and help me! Go fetch your Gran Gran, will you?"

Ogi got up, saluting while still giggling, scuttling off and about to find Juliana´s mother. "You won´t hold that against me, right?" Juliana asked carefully, trying to look apologetic. "Of course not...just remind me next time not doing that with Momo right after he ate, okay?"

"Will do" With that, after everything had been cleaned up, the group still had a nice evening without any further mishaps and even Momo got happy again, bouncing around between Juliana and Carmine, already forgotten the incident from before.

[rowarn]

OHHHHH yeah the fem!reader bit... yeah as a trans man i def prefer no pronouns or gender neutral ones at least. being fine with my lower bits i'm happy to read fics with afab anatomy, it's just the parts like tit grabbing that i'm like ehhhhhhhhh let's pretend i didn't read that. but yes if you're down for ghost/könig x reader bits i am all for it 😤💕 tho we all know i'm a lot more downbad for ghost than könig at this point BUT the love is still there

- 🔪💕

it lowkey always feels a little targeted 😭 like specifying fem reader is just.......meh.......i unfortunately love tiddie playing 😔 i always write it in alas my apologies

ghost and könig r def my favs with ghost being #1 BUT SOAPS BEEN GROWIN ON ME A LOT THESE DAYS I CSNT LIE I MIGHT END UP WRITING SMTHN FOR HIM ONE OF THESE DAYS

[terrainofheartfelt]

Do you ever think about how interesting it is when someone's boyfriend/girlfriend and their best friend don't get along?

ehhhhhhhhh tbh, I've lived it too many times to find it interesting. in fiction, I guess I'd endure it, but like, I have friends who have been with (and in one case are with) a partner that just -- does not make sense.

and it sucks because i love my friends and i want them to have the love in life that they deserve....but that ain't it, but who am I to tell them so? my college roommate wisely said: you can't badmouth the boyfriend, and you really can't, but where does that leave you? just waiting out the clock? because that feels terrible too.

sometimes, she breaks up with the trash guy and you are soooo happy for her and can see her grow into herself. and sometimes, your friend elopes with his girl and you just know that is going to be a first marriage.

i've lived it too much too like it, is what i'm saying

[kirtlandswarbler-archive]

Hey folks it's me! I'm still alive!

Twitter is, as you're probably aware of, in the progress of imploding, the process of which has fortunately coincidentally lined up with me developing an interest in fandom-interaction-based content again (my hyperinterests were mostly research-based while I was gone - like I've learned so much about the Bible and about the Vikings but you can't really.. fuel a tumblr blog on that kind of hyperfixation) sooooooo i may or may not pop up around here again some time. I am missing fandom interaction. but i am anxious about coming back here lmao oops so we'll see. I hope everybody is doing good and all that!

[silvascribble]

Am I happy with it? Ehhhhhhhhh

Am I finished with it? You bet!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

"I wasn't lying when I said that I loved you." with Idia x Yuu (gender neutral), please? Thank you in advance and love your blog a lot 💕💕💕

Down the Rabbit Hole...

“Eh?”

He takes another moment to fully process the words.

“EHHHHHHHHH?!”

“Wh-What is this, what is this, what is this--what are you s-saying?!”

His thoughts start racing. Words come so fast they feel like a torrent from his mouth.

“I-Is this...Is this the fabled love flag event they speak of in dating sims?! I-I’m not dreaming this again, am I?! F-For someone like you...to love a gloomy, pathetic otaku that shuts himself in his room all day to play video games and avoids the light of day like his very life depends on it--”

He pauses to catch his breath.

His voice is whisper.

“Th-This...This isn’t a joke...? Th-Then...I could die happy right now.”

[bellamyblakeskaikru]

Am I happy that Lexa and Clarke got to be together, on screen one last time? Absolutely, I’ve always felt Lexa deserved better though, and this doesn’t fix that. Do I also think this is attempt to make some fans happy? Absolutely. Don’t take this as a win, when Lexa and every fan has deserved better since season 3. And Bellamy not being there for the end? When he’s been there since the first episode of season 1? What kind of bullshit is that? I would’ve been happy if Clarke ended up with Lexa, I would’ve been happy if Clarke ended up with Bellamy. But to get no Bellamy and...kind of Lexa? Ehhhhhhhhh. Ehhhhhhhh. I’m not amused. That said, it was cool to see Lexa again.

BUT I am celebrating an end of JRoth making a great show so fucking problematic.

[spnreactionblogging]

CARRY ON

spoilers below but I’m very late to the game

here we go!!! there's Some Woman in the thumbnail for this episode and I'm like oh boy did you fuckers turn castiel into a girl to make it Not Gay, I will riot. we're off to a dread-inducing start I'm honestly not even sure I want to watch this? I have not heard anything good but since my options are either keep SPN blacklisted forever but ultimately get spoiled anyway, or use my dwindling remaining time to see it for myself without being told what happens, may as well be on my own terms I am hearing that misha and possibly j2 were not happy with this, whatever this is (?????) yikes I don't understand how you even have another episode after the last one. that seems like a traditional ending. you either beat a dead horse or go ultra meta and it sounds like they dropped the ball, big time but let's see jack's sweet and deserved better. there's a clock but it's NOT heat of the moment playing, damn oh the dog. we love you miracle dog sam's still jogging where's eileen!!!! I like seeing sam cooking I actually enjoy watching them do domestic stuff dean sneaking food to the dog 😭 can this be the whole episode, just them doing chores I meant to catch which book sam was reading I can't tell but it looks like it's old this is extra bonus sad for knowing that they couldn't even like, have a wrap party or anything. extra isolated. :( SPECIAL GUEST STAR JIM BEAVER!!! "Are you sure you're ready for this?" "Oh, I don't have a choice." dean hasn't been this relatable to me in years, this is how I feel watching this lmao akron pie fest dean dies of complications from diabetes god I miss bakeries or restaurants or anything I do love Sad Sam Face "I"'m thinking about Cas, you know? Jack. If they could be here." thank you Sam that pain isn't going away for me either "stop being an eeyore" Sam's the Eeyore of the series, Dean, okay, and same lmao jared fucking slammed that pie into jensen's face and they just filmed it. you can see the actual glee on his face brady??? like sam's old classmate? wasn't that his name? or no some kid. is this just a regular-ass monster of the week. do sam and dean just get killed by like. regular people? are there no monsters anymore. I would actually love that. humanity is truly the worst monster of all. didn't we learn that in season 1 :') in "the benders" are these guys sam and dean? are they just murdering monster families like they did in the holiday episode? what is happening. are those dean's shoes. I could probably recognize how they walk if I really paid attention i guess not. probably. "singer and kripke, FBI" ha fucking clowns lmao poor sam they still have dad's journal, huh. THE LORE evil mimes. vamp-mimes. I guess they kill these dudes? we gonna unmask them or what there we go this guy looks like joseph gordon-levitt oh we love torture on this show this is definitely "dean who's NOT the ultimate killer" amirite "if those kids are dead he's gonna use a spoon" how very walter sullivan of you also I feel like sam would not do this anymore but hey who am I, someone who likes consistent characterization? lol we're back to creepy barns instead of wet pipe factories dean has a fucking shuriken lmao I honestly for real need a machete for the overgrown weeds I don't hate this so far? I'm tired of the constant torture but I guess this feels like early seasons, kind of. idk. lmao sam with the concussions. classic tie them to a chair. it's what we do. i will be disappointed if they are not tied to a chair jenny? cue studio killers. I do not remember whatever episiode this is but it looks very early based on sam's hair oh thanks sam. couldn't get out of this episode without beheading a woman too one of the suggestions for me typing "woman" was a high-heeled shoe emoji. thanks, predictive text...?????? true feminist oh damn he could very well get tetanus from that. that's how trinity dies, man. should've gotten your booster shot, dean. vaccines save lives this is like the plot of signs why don't you guys wear bulletproof shit. your plot armor was holding you together until now. GUYS THIS IS HOW HUNTERS GO OKAY don't ever un-impale someone, guys like "dean we are in a major city, there are ambulances" call fucking 911, someone could be there already "I've always looked up to you" because you're taller than me lmaoooo idefk what to say about this like. we all know this is how hunters die. you fucking leered at jessica is what you did, dean if sam makes it out of this I'll accept it. if sam lives I can be okay. if this is the only way sam gets free of this, I'm okay. CALL 911 AND CALL JACK "always keep fighting" aw :( they're both very good at crying, I will give them that we never think it's gonna be the day. at least you got pie. OH THE WINCHESTER FAMILY MUSIC don't do this to me dean got a way better death than castiel. this actually reminds me a liiiiittle bit of the end of season 2? with how dean holds sam's body. the writing here is overwrought though. jared and jensen do the best they can with the script they're given but like you guys just FOUGHT GOD. they're a bit too up their own ass with this. you can tell that dabb thinks he's very clever. sam... gets a dog again? at least. i guess. the pacing is bad. I don't hate this on principle but it is not executed well. I am having like no emotional response to this except maybe relief for sam in a horrid way. like, you're free! at what cost. it's like the opposite of season 5? sam survives instead of dean. and... sam marries a dog. where do they get all this fucking lumber!!! did sam chop that all himself dude if he woke up to "heat of the moment" i'd lose my shit in the best way. gabriel wins. "gotta keep you on your toes." what had to change in this because of the pandemic? at least sam has a dog to be in scenes with him. the two guns as big and little brothers is an interesting choice of a shot. god the fucking phones. "DHS" "CIA" "dean's 'other other' phone" "state patrol" what's the paperwork on his desk? (512) is an Austin area code I have this on amazon prime and the saddest thing thus far is X-Ray: Jared Padalecki as Sam Winchester, with no other actors at all. meta ways, pandemic related. "this is agent bon jovi" donna's alive??? sam just quit, babe. just quit. or take a day off at least, jesus. didn't you just drive back from ohio are you even gonna go back to the bunker DEAN IN HEAVEN!!! how'd you get here. "well at least I made it to heaven" lmao he said the same thing oh hey bobby!! I love jack god i've missed jim beaver you guys moved on to dream bubbles!!!!! RUFUS how very homestuck + narnia of you, starring sam winchester as susan pevensie so jack just like melded all of these metaphysical spaces, I'm cool with that "so the question is what are you gonna do now, dean?" get a better beer so I can drink and drive with my car that's in heaven, I'm already dead so who cares what I hit TELL ME WHERE IS BALTHAZAR FOR I MUCH DESIRE TO SPEAK WITH HIM break everyone out of the empty I do get the impression this was supposed to be a big cast reunion and the pandemic clobbered that :( oh it's the original license plate on the impala sure do love that cas and jack "helped" to give dean everything he's ever wanted. the only time "carry on my wayward son" has been diegetic I guess sam and the dog had a child I like jared in glasses are we doing a bunch of elderly makeup yeah there he is did they just spray grey temp dye on his hair or what is sam gonna drive into toluca lake!!! buddy please don't just run the engine in a garage, he took off his glasses and that makes me nervous jake gyllenhaal looking dude which cover is this must be nice to have healthcare I so appreciate that sam's wife has zero personality and is merely in the background, of no importance whatsoever compared to his kid named dean are the two impalas gonna meet in heaven????? vancouver is beautiful, or wherever this is at jared looks so cozy in that coat you can tell j2 really do love each other for real the majesty of that forest/that river got me choked up a bit, it's such a lonely thing. like. I can see what they were going for? like dean just... getting sick, falling off a ladder, getting in a car accident, etc etc would've been more potent, I think. the execution was not good. I'm not that unhappy though. it's all right. eh. it's fine. the heartfelt message from the cast (what's left of them....) and the crew was sweet. I want to know what they were intending to do? I feel like you can definitely feel the weight of COVID fucking this up which is genuinely upsetting. sam gets like 50 years of being free of dean I GUESS???? perhaps the only way to break the cycle.

at least there was no sexual assault in this episode. i have definitely watched way worse episodes of this show. it's like. twee. but I can't be mad at these guys especially with how much I know jared in particular has been struggling with the state of the world this year but jensen talked about it with rosenbaum on his show too. 2020 has been rough. like. at least they filmed it. whatever. I feel like I get what they were trying to do even if circumstances meant it wasn't really pulled off. it seems like they were supposed to have a big cast reunion and the pandemic took the wind completely out of their sails. this feels incredibly tacked on. 15x19 would've been a much better place to stop. I feel like I just read andrew dabb's notes. I get what they were trying to go for but they didn't pull it off. I thought it was gonna be a lot worse tbh in summary: EHHHHHHHHH

[haiky-u-lously]

SA-Manga AU

Hi all! Hope everyone is well. I decided to write a thing because I have been pretty bored with what I normally spend what little freetime I have outside of work and being with irl peeps. However my self-prescribed ideas flow is lacking, so I thought a kickstart would be to adapt a pre-existing story with characters I currently enjoy. Then a online friend wrote a request I had asked and it made me so happy so this first chapter is dedicated to @kurokoxstraydogs because she is amazing.

For those unaware! SA is a manga/anime called Special A. This is legit that story line with HaikyuuXReader! So enjoy!

As always, questions/comments/concerns/ideas are always welcome and encouraged!

--Admin Red

Chapter 1—Trouble begins

Background:

You’d always been second place. No matter what you challenged him to, you could never beat him. Classwork? Forget about it. If you got 100s across the board, you just new he found a way to get extra points somewhere. How you help take care of your family? Please, He takes care of the FAMILY BUSINESS. And that’s not even to mention sports. The boy was ranked in the top three of the nation in Volleyball. How could you ever possibly live up to challenge him? It was a question that sometimes would plague your mind as you stared up at the midterm results once again.

 This was the first time since entering this school, the place you had come so selfishly just so you could continue to try and ultimately defeat the one you had to beat. This was the first time since as long as you could remember that you had immediately been dropped from second place.

 “No! I might’ve looked at it wrong!!” You exclaimed aloud, though you were not speaking to anyone in particular. Following the announcement board up from the bottom with your finger you saw it again clearly.

           2nd place—Kuroo Tetsurou

           “—YourName

“We have the same 2nd place score...?” You couldn’t believe it. After all your hard work. After dedicating your whole life to beat him, truly believing he was the only one you couldn’t hold a candle to…here comes this new transfer student, Kuroo Tetsurou. Who does he think he is? How can he just take your spot? Well, you thought, guess that just means I must work twice as hard then. With newfound determination you reminded yourself once more what your ultimate goal was. “I must defeat Ushijima-san this year.” Fist in palm, face set in what could only be described as others as blissfully determined you set back off to rejoin your friends at the greenhouse.

 The story:

On your way to the other side of campus you overheard that new name.

 “You’re amazing Tetsurou-kun!”

 Your ear felt like it wiggled upon recognition, and you decided to listen in. Even if that meant stopping directly in front of other students.

 “You transferred right into 2nd place!” The high-pitched girls voice rang out. Reminding you of your freshly observed defeat.

 You were about to leave anyway, but the response from the one being addressed piqued your curiosity a little too much and had you turn to face the speaker.

 “Shut up.” He said plainly. You had been trying to determine if he was really upset, or embarrassed by the comments, it was so hard to tell from such a distance. Disinterested eyes facing away from those commenting at him. “I said to be quiet.”

 By now you were standing right in front of him, and his side sweep-look around caught your glance.

 You stood motionless under the blossoming flowers.

 Quickly, you let a smile overtake your features, “Hi!” Your energetic personality quickly wiped away his sour mood, not that your obliviousness would let you in on that. You remembered having met him briefly in a chance encounter a short while ago. “I’m surprised to meet you again. And, at my school no less!” You laughed in high spirits as your pair made way over to a bench.

 “It’s because I have just transferred to this school that I was able to meet you again.” He said, turning to face you, giving you his undivided attention.

 You half turned away in thought, “Ahahah, I see. Even so. Suddenly your second place! Congratulations!”

 He hummed before responding, saying directly, “I am not satisfied with just 2nd place though. I will become 1st at this school, and I…”

 “We’re comrades then!” You yelled excitedly. Shooting up into a standing position, and turning back to face your new acquaintance in one move.

 Laughing, the boy in front of you let his head fall back, before he too stood up straight and shook your hand. “Then, please. Let us both do our best!”

 You excitedly waved goodbye before taking off back to your initial destination.

 Upon arrival at the greenhouse you overheard your friends discussing some certain matters.

 “It seems he came to this school because his father told him to.” One was in the middle of reporting.

 “Oh, really? Is that so?” You asked offhandly, joining the conversation as smoothly as you could. Taking a seat in your normal place among the soft couch and preparing to intently correspond with the rest of your class.

 Only…

 “Should you feel so relaxed, miss #2? If you space out this much, then your new goal will just to be to keep 2nd place? Yea?” Ushijima Wakatoshi announced haughtily while coming up from behind your sitting figure.

 Fired up fully, you steamed as your faced him, screaming “WHAT!?!!” You ignored the others around you, thinking about what more you could do to make sure you wouldn’t lose either. As it was time for class you quickly grabbed your items and made your way back to the main building. Even though your classmates of the Special A class refused to attend normal lessons, you could not afford such luxuries. You had to work hard, keep keen eyes on your studies and health and keep pushing to beat Ushijima!

 “We thought we would go out of our way to include you, and yet here you are. Ignoring us or being plain rude. Is that anyway to treat people who are trying to treat you as a friend?” The rough toned voices carried through to the end of the hall. You quickly made a beeline straight for the owner of the voice, all while listening for what came next.

 “As a friend?” It was Tetsurou, your new comrade. Now what could he be doing with the rough sounding voices from just now? Your pace quickened with that thought at the forefront of your head. “If I’m with you stupid celebrities’ kids, then your ideocracy will rub off on me.”

 EHHHHHHHHH...?! You thought, halting your quick pace as you saw the other boys leaving Tetsurou after that single comment. While you were not fully aware of the situation, you decided it was best if you stepped in just a little. Afterall if everyone’s not happy the school can’t run happily. “You, well…You probably wouldn’t have stupidity rubbed off on you had you joined them. Right?”

 Tetsurou hmphed in response. Rolling his eyes, he more vocally answered, “Those guys came to tell me to cut class and hang out with them. I guess I apologize for not being with those idiots. But I refuse to hang with those who can’t make an effort.” You were entranced by the seriousness in his eyes, as they reminded you of something you’d seen before. But he continued speaking in his rude yet earnest manner, “I like you (Y/N)-san. You are well known for being one of the hardest working people in this school. And you even said we were comrades since we were aiming for the same thing. But I cannot accept those type of people.”

 With that concluded, he left you.

 When the bell finished ringing you out of your daze, you realized it was probably to make sure he got to class on time.

 “Ahhhh! I won’t lose either!” You screamed as your sprinted to your own classroom.

 The rest of the school day went without a hitch. You attended your classes, despite being the only one from SA that did so, and made the most effort you could…nothing out of the norm. You had planned out your entire evening. Determining just how much time after your 20K jog would be used to study ahead of the next examination time. Five hours of sleep a night is fine, right?

 Unfortunately, your parents needed your help. And, called for it as soon you had sat down to start working your mother called, “Y/N! Can you go by some meat from the store? We’re a bit short from dinner tonight!”

 You excitedly yelled back in affirmation. Your parents had done so much for you, going so far as to pay for multiple years of schooling at a very expensive school meant for the rich and famous, not meant for your mediocre family income. They had worked so hard to help you achieve your goals, how could you ever reject such a simple request? It wasn’t possible. So out you went. Towards the quaint market near your building.

 Walking down the aisles you were surprised to run into non-other than Kuroo Tetsurou. You were doubly surprised to notice the employee uniform he was sporting with a clearly labeled nametag. “Yo! You work here? Part-time job, huh?”

 He smiled innocently back at you in recognition, “Oh, Y/N-san. Yeah”

 This guy, while suddenly entering the school right into 2nd place, he also has a part-time job. This insanity! I can’t lose to this either! You thought energetically. “Well, seeing as you work here, maybe you can help me. I would like to find this item.” You showed him the coupon for beef your mother had given you in order to help cheapen the price of the meat.

 “Of course, follow me dear customer!” He bowed over his hand, sending you into a fit of laughter at his over the top antics.

 The following day at school you whole-heartedly announced you were going to once again start looking for a part-time job, thinking it would be a good way to make sure you didn’t lose in the amount of effort you were putting towards your goals.

 You classmates did not appreciate this announcement.

 “WHAT?!” Satori exclaimed indignantly, “Do you need money? I can help you!”

 Semi just rolled his eyes, “We are prohibited from having jobs as students. Don’t you realize if you get a job, even a part-time job, you’d have to drop out? How stupid are you?”

 Drop out?! You thought, no no no, I can’t drop out!

 “You should just stop. Okay?” Ushijima said. Trying to nip that thought of you working after school in the bud.

 You faced him directly, “But Ushijima, you work all the time. How come you don’t have to drop out? And Semi to!”

 “Well, neither of us get paid right, so they don’t really count as ‘jobs’ for us to the boss.” Semi replied, referring to his mom as the boss once again. Just because he was the son of the school director, anyone would think he would get special treatment, but more often then not the director was harder on him than others.

 Reluctantly accepting that reasoning, you hurriedly went to find Tetsurou to make sure he understood the consequences he’d face if he were to be found out.

 “Drop out? Yea, I know.” He said plainly, about to return his focus to his notebook.

 Astonished, you just out right asked, “If…If you know, then why? Why do you have the job? Aren’t you…Won’t you be worried about getting forced to leave?”

 Tetsurou looked up at you, locking eyes as to make sure you fully understood the answer he would give. “To earn money. There is a certain thing that I need and other things I want, without this part time job, none of the goals are doable. Thus, if is okay to be so blunt, since you found out about my part-time job, could you keep it secret from anyone else? I have a specific dream I want to fulfill.”

 Listening to the drive behind his voice reminded you of how hard you have worked towards your own goals. All those you had selfishly burdened for your own means. How could you possibly ever think of being the reason someone else couldn’t fulfill their own dreams. “Y..Yea…Yeah. Of course. I’ll help to keep it secret for you!” It’s the first time you’d met someone so determined to work towards his goal, that which he calls his ‘dream,’ he is striving towards it and putting his best foot forward each step along the way.

 “Thanks, Y/N-san,” He bowed out to hide the pure bliss of a smile that had etched itself onto his features.

 As the days go on, you spent more hours at the school library. Each day working through a set amount of material as you kept pushing yourself harder and further. Continuing the mantra in your head of, I won’t lose either. I won’t lose either. On one of these days you had been enraptured by the material in front of you and were caught off guard by the sudden voice directed at you.

 “Wow, that’s amazing.” Tetsurou called out.

 Jumping slightly, you faced him  before speaking, “AH! Tetsurou-san! You scared me, sorry!”

 He smiled sweetly and took the seat beside you with his own materials. Laying them out in front of him, “Nah, I won’t be defeated either, Y/N-san.”

 Smiling at his challenge you exclaimed, “Oh no! I won’t lose!”

 Your pair laughed before continuing your separate work. Yet, while you were working separately a sudden thought came to mind. Except the SA class, aren’t the other classes meant to be going on right now? You glanced over but saw Tetsurou working intently on his material and decided it was best to ignore that thought and resume your own work.

 Whenever a tough problem came up, you would pause, think back to everything you’d learned up until that point, consider the stuff you were reading and working on now and then be able to figure out the correct solutions. Every time, unknowingly giving a little smirk and shoulder wiggle as you would be proud of yourself for figuring it out.

 “You really enjoy studying, huh Y/N-san?” Tetsurou abruptly interrupted your train of thoughts.

 Smiling happily, you exclaimed, “Oh yea! Definitely. Don’t you enjoy it? Every time I understand a previously difficult question, I feel like I am getting closer and closer to my own goal.” You had been working so intently, you hadn’t realized how cold you neck felt. Now that you were not so concentrated, you decided to untie your hair to get a little amount of cover between the wind from the window, and your neck. “Should we take a small break Tetsurou-san?” You asked, fully intending to take a small break yourself.

 So encompassed in your own ministrations you were ignorant to the enraptured eyes and the intense stare Tetsurou projected towards you. When you faced him, he immediately let the shock of seeing you with a truly relaxed and happy smile take over his face. For once, oblivious to his own blushing mess of a face.

 For every troubling thing I understand, little by little I get closer to being on Ushijima’s level. Little by little, I’ll feel like I can hold a candle to him and be worthy of being next to him. Your internal thinking was what had you so happy, it’s also what caused your eyes to miss Tetsurou’s blush.

 Leaving school, Ushijima approached you. “Oh, Ushijima! How was your afternoon?”

 “It was fine.” He answered plainly, side eyeing you.

 “That’s great!” You exclaimed happily. “I’m working harder lately, because I’m not planning on losing!”

 His little smile was all you needed to know what he was thinking.

 “Oh, but that probably means I won’t be in the greenhouse as often. Okay?” You continued, as though this wasn’t going to shock him.

 The next day, you decided to do a little investigation to your fleeting thought from the day prior. Approaching some girls from B-class and asking about the still relatively new student.

 “Oh, Tetsurou-kun?” They clarified. “Um, that person isn’t in class very much. He has pretty much isolated himself from all of us.” They paused momentarily and you’d just asked ‘Really?’ as though they would lie to you about something so seemingly insignificant to them. “He is always in the library self-studying. We think he just doesn’t like us. Like maybe he looks down on us.” They continued.

 This shocked you. Quickly thanking them for the insight, you left to make your way to the library yourself, fully prepared to confront Tetsurou about the attitude he presents to his class. Believing there could not be anyway for him to actually feel the way his classmates perceive him to.

 “Tetsurou-san,” You greeted directly, “Aren’t you supposed to be in class now?”

 He hummed before turning to face you, a lazy look turned into a wide grin upon seeing you specifically. “Oh! Well, to answer you, since the level of the class is so low, isn’t it better that I should study by myself?”

 His answer had your mind hurtling back in recollection of the things other students had said about the newcomer: ‘Tetsurou-kun just looks down on us.’, ‘…doesn’t have a good relationship with the teacher either.’, ‘He speaks roughly if he even decides to respond.’, ‘If he caused some sort of problem then he’d just be kicked out of school, huh?’. The things the students had thought and said were in fact nearly all true. But! You continued thinking, That just can’t happen. He can’t be kicked out of school like this! You sent an irritatingly stressed out face towards him, before grabbing his hand to legitimately drag his ass back to class. “It’s your class!! If you skip class too often and drop out..It will be absolutely terrible! You won’t be able to get 1st place in this school, or accomplish the goals you want to work so hard towards!” Upon reaching what you knew to be the boy’s classroom, you opened the door and flung him inside. He landed on his but and half stretched, half twisted from his sitting position to look as you gave one final announcement. “Do you best then!” A smile thrown out at the end; you were ready to leave him to his own devices.

 “Thank goodness, huh?” A voice rang out.

 Another chimed in, “At least Y/N-san is able to sympathize with him.”

 You directed a response to the speaking students, “I’m not sympathizing with anyone. He’s just a guy with high ambitions. How am I sympathizing?”

 The first student thought before asking their own question rather than answering yours. “If you’re not sympathizing towards him, then…is this your strategy? Make him do all you can so he will eventually let his guard down. And, at that guy’s weakened point, you would kick him all the way down?”

 “Besides,” The second student continued at the first’s pause and directed look, “You won’t beat Ushijima-san and get 1st even with all that effort, right? So, you can’t stand leaving Tetsurou-kun out of it, huh?”

 Before you could even react, Tetsurou had moved to holding the second student off the ground by his collar. Growling through clenched teeth, “Let me correct you and your limited brain’s thought process. Let me make you understand that smudging dirt all over her hard work is what makes you and those like you complete and utter trash. Let me correct that in fact the only one putting in wasted effort in anything is stupid, worthless, unspirited, and down-right bul—!!!”

 A quick swing of your fists, and a landed punch to the side of his face sent his body swinging in the force’s direction. Making him release the student he had been preparing to continue verbally attacking.

 “What the hell do you think you are doing?!” He fiercely turned on you.

 You calmly looked up into his eyes, “Don’t start a fight about something this stupid.”

 The shock in his eyes grew, and he exclaimed in astonishment that you were crazy. “How is this stupid? They are insulting everything! Everything you…”

 “IT IS STUPID THOUGH!” You shouted back. Interrupting him yet a second time. “When you compare it to dropping out of school and the important goals you are working towards...! It is really freaking stupid! Don’t just treat your aspirations, the things you hold so dear, don’t go treating them carelessly!” You were screaming at Tetsurou, but the words you said were just as much to yourself as they were to him. Knowing that each and every day you are making effort in order to someday…someday reach and surpass your goal. Knowing, you’d struggle as much as necessary to finally reach your goal.

 Immediately, Tetsurou turned to face to almost forgotten student. “I’m sorry for behaving rudely.” The class mumbled to themselves in surprise at his comment as he turned back to you with a new inquiry. “You’re satisfied with this, yea?”

  It made you happy to see sense once again settle in your companion and smiled appreciatively. You were about to head back to the library to do your own work for the day, when you noticed a weight on your hand. Looking back up to him, you noticed Tetsurou’s eyes avoided your own.

 “How about,” He started promptly, stopped himself and then changed his question. “Next time, can I thank you?” You must have looked confused to him because he reiterated, “I would like to thank you for stopping me from being stupid.”

 Once again, grinning from ear to ear, you nodded enthusiastically. Excited that everything seemed to be in order for the year to progress smoothly.

 None-thee-aware of the looming presence outside the main hall’s doors. The presence of your glaring boyfriend as he saw this new kid hitting on his girlfriend. As he thought of all the ways he could devour the weakling across the hall, he established the new goals of keeping you away from this flirtatious-sneaky cat and obliterate Kuroo Tetsurou with everything he had.

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Dark ‘n’ Stormy Pt. 8

A/N: I wrote this in one go this evening, so it’s probably crap. I’m also ignoring the existence of Thor: Love and Thunder because to me, personally, I just don’t think Thor would’ve given up leading the Asgardians like that. And I’m not sure the Asgardians would’ve been too happy about Valkyrie just popping up from nowhere and then being handed the throne. 

Content: You have a hangover. Thor helps you feel better (yes, that means there’s smut). Then there is much discussion about the state of New Asgard. All is not well. 3.2k-ish

If you like this, please let me know. If you don’t like it, let me know constructively, please :)

You woke up aching and blinded by the light. The headache made sense, the rest didn’t until you realised you’d fallen asleep in your underwear. The underwire was digging in and you wrestled out of it with immense relief. A large hand moved up to massage your tender chest. There was also an erection poking into you.

“Too bright...light on. Why?”

“You fell asleep on me last night, I didn’t want to wake you up. Shall I turn it off?”

“Mmm.” You tried to nod, but it was a bit much for your fragile head.

Thor got up and turned the light off. Sunlight was trying to make its way into the room but it was a lot better than the harsh light of the bare bulb. That was another thing you’d want to change, a shade you make it look more...homely.

“You’re not doing too well this morning, are you?” Thor rumbled into your ear. That’s an understatement, you thought. “Perhaps I can make you feel better?”

“Painkillers?”

“No...no I don’t know what those are. I meant something more like this…” he said, moving his hand between your legs. You definitely didn’t feel sexy right now. More like someone was crucifying you. Through the head.

“Paracetamol. Orange and white box. Bring water. Please.”

Thor did as you asked, helping you to sit up to swallow the tablets.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to help? It’ll help with your headache…”

“Ehhhhhhhhh. Dunno. You’re the sex god, I guess…”

“Excellent. Let me know if you want me to stop.”

You laid back onto the pillows, one arm flung across your face to hide the light. It wasn’t the sexiest thing you’d ever done, and you knew you should’ve been more involved, but frankly, you just didn’t have the energy. Trying to drink like an Asgardian was a poor life choice. Whatever Thor wanted to do to help you, it probably couldn’t make things worse. Unless you vomited. That would be worse. Just as well you blew him last night. Your gag reflex would be non-existent this morning...your internal monologue lost its train as you heard a cockerel crowing somewhere in the distance. The cocks in New Asgard must all be earlier rises. You let out a brief chuckle at that.

“Is everything alright?” Thor asked, looking up from between your legs. You raised your arm slightly and squinted at him.

“Yeah, yeah...just remembering something funny.”

That was new. People didn’t usually remember jokes when he was about to pleasure them. Perhaps you were still drunk? He remembered from drinking with Selvig that Midgardians had a much lower tolerance than Asgardians. He pulled down your underwear cautiously, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. It wasn’t the softness of his lips against your skin that made you tremble, it was how the loose tendrils of his hair tickled you. Your mouth was dry and the blood was pounding in your head - you weren’t sure if it was the hangover, the God slowly licking between your legs or a combination of the two.

He was gentle and loving, which was good considering your fragile state, but he was also frustratingly slow, just taking his time. He was enjoying you, the taste, the smell, the raspy noises you made. Slow, steady, consistent. Once he felt you really relaxing into it, he upped the pressure and the pace. Gradually working up, the change imperceptible until your thighs were squeezing tight against the sides of his head. The arm not covering your eyes was rigid next to you, gripping the sheet so hard that one corner had come free.

Thor couldn’t talk, his mouth was otherwise occupied, but he was silently willing you to let go. When you did, he didn’t pause, he just kept licking. All of his focus was on your clit. You’d made him feel so good the night before, he was to do the same to you. He really hoped that he could get you to a point where you’d want him inside you. Laid down like this, his cock was trapped against the bed. He could’ve tried to fuck himself into the bed but you were the priority, so he stayed as he was.

You weren’t sure if it was the paracetamol kicking in, or the endorphins, but you were feeling much better after the third orgasm. Your headache was down to a mild background irritation and you felt brave enough to open your eyes and look down at Thor from where you still, just about, propped up on the pillows, despite your writhing.

“Th-thor?” you asked, peering down at the blonde head still sandwiched between your legs. You could feel how damp the sheet was beneath you, the room smelling of sweat and sex. He didn’t stop what he was doing but made eye contact with you, letting you know that he was listening, even if he was still focused on your pleasure.

“Sex? Now? Please? Gentle?”

You huffed out each word as Thor continued to overstimulate you. Part of him wanted to keep going, to see if he could get you to the point of making random noises instead of words, but he knew you were still pretty fragile. Besides, how could he turn you down when you’d asked so nicely?

He got onto his knees and slid his hands under your bum, lifting you up before thrusting into you. He kept his word and fucked you gently, even without the hangover you were very much still feeling sore from the spanking session the day before.

It was interesting, a slight change to missionary, but the intimacy remained. You could see the lust in Thor’s eyes as he maintained heavy-lidded eye contact with you, not pounding into but still hitting all the right spots.

“Would you like it if I used my thumb?” he whispered down to you. He didn’t want to speak too loudly in case your headache was still bad.

It was kind of him to ask. It was odd, having someone be so considerate of your wellbeing and enjoyment. Most men tended to just take what they wanted, with no regard for how you felt.

“Erm...it might be too much, but you can try.”

Thor nodded and adjusted his hold on you, his dominant arm sliding further underneath you to continue propping you up, while he brought his hand beneath his rounded tummy to gently part your lips and press his thumb to your clit, rubbing in small circles.

“Good?” he asked, noticing your sudden intake of breath.

“Very,” you managed to squeak. You knew from the way you were gripping his cock that it wouldn’t be long. “Oh my god, oh my god.”

“Yes, yes. I am your god,” he soothed as you came, feet digging into his back, he continued to stroke you in small circles. Your face now had a healthy strawberry tinge to it, much better than the pallor you’d woken up with, he thought. “I’m going to need to be more vigorous if I am to finish, is that ok? I can use my hand if you prefer.”

You’d shut your eyes during your orgasm, but Thor’s question made you blink them open again, eyeing him curiously. It was such a contrast to the way you’d violently made love over the arm of the settee.

“I’m sorry, Thor,” you mumbled, concerned that your delicate stomach might not enjoy a faster pace. “Perhaps we can compromise and use my hand?”

“A fair deal indeed,” he smiled down at you, removing himself from you, and lowering you gently back onto the bed.

He laid down and waited for you to summon the energy to move. You shuffled down on your side, resting your head against his soft stomach, one his hands moving to run through your hair. Reaching out, you stroked him upwards, alternating hands, for seven strokes, before moving downwards with both hands for one stroke. His hips thrust up towards the air, and that was all the encouragement you needed. You moved harder and faster, glad that your body had already lubricated him for you.

“Oh Norns, more please!” he almost howled, no longer able to keep his voice down. You didn’t mind though. You were enjoying feeling him respond to your touch, hearing his breath get shorter, the curses that came just under it.

With one particularly sharp thrust upwards, he came, splattering onto his tummy. You didn’t let go until he was done. You stayed cuddled into his side, enjoying the heat of him.

***

You weren’t sure how long you dozed, but a sharp knock on the bedroom door woke you up.

“Are you two at it again?” asked the unmistakable voice of Brunnhilde.

“No...did you want to watch again?” you asked, trying not to laugh.

“Y/N!” Thor gasped.

“What? Hey, better idea - you could join us!” You didn’t need to see Thor to know that his face would’ve gone white as a sheet before burning a deep wine red. Asgardians were pretty open about sex, he just didn’t need that particular thought rattling around his head.

“Tempting...but no. You need to get dressed. Both of you.”

That didn’t sound good. You reclipped the black lace bra and began rummaging in your backpack for clothes. It didn’t need to be a coherent combination, just enough to be decent. A baby blue blouse, a pair of briefs, an ankle-length skirt. You caught sight of yourself in the mirror, the remains of last night’s makeup on your face.

“Fuck, I look like a raccoon,” you chuckled at the dark smudges around your eyes. Thor was confused, you looked nothing like Raccoon, the rabbit he’d traveled with. He certainly wouldn’t have let the rabbit give him a handjob.

You padded barefoot from the bedroom, Thor just behind you. Brunnhilde was sat on the settee, with Korg and Miek.

“Hey man,” Korg said when Thor lumbered into view.

“Hey,” he said, returning the greeting. “Brunnhilde, have you come to join us for some Fortnite?”

“No, Thor,” she said, shaking her head. “You’ve not looked outside, have you?”

You both shook your heads. Why would you have done that?

“Either you’ve incited a really peaceful revolution-”

“Oh, a revolution! I’m interested!” Korg enthused.

“-or,” she continued, with a side glare at Korg, “there are some people who want to apologise to you.”

You went over to the window and peeked behind the curtain. At least a couple dozen people were politely stood in front of the house.

“Uh, Thor. You should probably see this.” He came to stand behind you, resting his chin on your head.

“Brunnhilde, what is going on here?” he rumbled back at the Valkyrie.

“Korg and Miek came round to play that game with you. When they got here, the crowd was already here. They came to find me...it would seem that your little rant last night had an impact, Y/N.”

“Well, they don’t have torches or pitchforks, so that’s a good sign,” you laughed uneasily. “I suppose we should see what they want.”

Thor was less sure, but let you lead him by the hand to the door. You took a deep breath before opening it.

“Um, hello,” you said. “Why are you here?” Thor held you tight against him, like a shield between him and the crowd, many of whom had now dropped to one knee.

“I, we, wanted to apologise,” said the woman from the bar. “To you. And to the king. I’m sorry for saying those things, that wasn’t right. And as a whole, we are sorry for the way we have treated you, your majesty.”

“But, I’m not the king,” Thor tried to protest.

“Thor, you’re missing the point,” you hissed at him. “I accept your apology,” you told the woman.

“Yes, yes, it’s fine...I understand that I have not served Asgard as I should have. That is why I made Brunnhilde king.”

There was a lot of murmuring in the crowd. It was clear that this was not an entirely popular situation.

“Well, erm, thank you for coming here to apologise. It’s appreciated but you didn’t need to do it,” you continued.

“Ah!” came a shout from the back. “It is lunchtime and you didn’t appear at the tavern. We want to learn about Midgard.”

You’d forgotten about that part of your diatribe. The crowd was looking at you expectantly. Shit.

“Could you...could you give me a few minutes? I’m not really dressed,” you said, indicating your bare feet.

“Of course! We shall wait here until you are ready.”

You moved back inside, shutting the door. What had you done?

“I guess I’d better find some socks,” you said as much to yourself as to Thor, before heading back to the bedroom. He was still stood in the same place when you returned to grab your cloak.

“Is this wise?” he asked.

“Probably not, but I said I’d do it.”

“What will you teach them?”

“Not a clue,” you noted, standing on tiptoe to kiss his nose. “I guess we’ll just see how it goes.”

*** The Asgardians plied you with water and bread after you vehemently declined the offer of a beer. You had no idea where to start so you decided to just let them ask you questions, which you answered as best as you could.

It was going to be a long afternoon.

*** Back at home, the situation wasn’t much better for Thor.

“We need to have that talk,” Brunnhilde said, firmly. Korg nodded, so Thor resigned himself, sitting down between the two of them.

“What do we need to talk about?”

“We have a lot of problems. New Asgard has a lot of problems.”

“Like what?” Thor hadn’t noticed anything amiss. Then again, he supposed, he hadn’t really noticed anything.

“We need to provide more housing, permanent housing for the people who were undusted. We need to develop our economy. The Norwegians resent propping us up. We need to engage with the other Midgardian nations. We need to trade, to develop, to rebuild. There’s no school, no library, nowhere for the community apart from the tavern. There’s a lot of problems with drinking, brawling. The soldiers don’t know what to do with themselves. Some have been lured away, to fight Midgardian wars, although I have tried to stop that. I’ve tried, too, to keep the press, the media away from here, but there is always gossip, always prying eyes. They want to know what we’re doing here. What you’re doing. My position is not respected. I am respected for what I have done since Ragnarok, but it is well remembered that I abandoned Asgard for many centuries. I am not trusted. The other realms...well, that’s just a mess. They feel that we’ve abandoned them. And we have. There are many who believe that only a descendant of Odin can, indeed, should rule Asgard. So unless you’ve got any other hidden siblings, or hidden children for that matter, that really only leaves you.”

“Can’t I adopt you? Make you my daughter, like my father adopted Loki?”

“That’s...disturbing. And wrong. On many levels. No. Your brother was raised as an Odinson. And even if he wasn’t, he was still royalty. And even if I agreed to be adopted, which I won’t, we still have other problems.”

“Such as?”

“I wish to marry.”

“That is wonderful news Brunnhilde. I will make your union very blessed indeed. Your husband will be a lucky man indeed.” He could see it now, a new generation of Valkyries to protect Asgard.

“No, Thor. Wife. I love a woman.”

“Oh, oh right. Well, that’s even better. Asgard can have two queens. Kings. Whichever.”

“No, Thor. Sif and I have talked-”

“Sif!?”

“Yes, Sif.”

Wow. He really hadn’t been paying attention. All these years of friendship with Sif and he’d never realised she liked women.

“That is an excellent union indeed,” he said, making a note to never get involved in any disputes between the two of them.

“Sif and I don’t want to rule. And even if the people accepted it, we would still be unable to produce an heir. And yes, we know there are options, but we don’t want a child. We are happy to serve as your advisors but we want to explore this world, and others, in the time that we have.”

“What do you mean by that?”

“When Ragnarok happened, it destroyed the whole of Asgard. Nobody brought any apples. Any seeds to grow new trees. Without the golden apples of Idunn, we will no longer retain our youth. We will age, like the mortals. We don’t know how long it will take, but it will happen. Sif and I, we’ve fought for so long. We want the chance to live our lives.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Hey man, it’s alright,” said Korg, clapping a hand onto Thor’s shoulder.

It was most definitely not alright. Facing Thanos again seemed a better proposition than trying to deal with this mess.

“There must be something we can do?” Thor replied, eventually.

“If there was a way, that knowledge was almost certainly lost when Asgard was destroyed. I asked your friends, Star-Lord and Strange, to keep an eye out for anything on their travels, but it is unlikely that we’ll find anything.”

Thor sat in silence. Things were just starting to go well again. He had you, his nightmares were getting a little better. But now there was all of this.

Why did Loki have to be dead? He would know what to do.

“Do I have to be king? Can’t we have one of those president things, like the Americans do?”

“That is an option,” the Valkyrie admitted. “However, you would need to get the support of the people.”

“Yeah, make sure you print enough pamphlets before you try to change the system,” Korg added.

Thor needed a drink. He went to the fridge and came back with enough beers for everyone.

“I need some time to think about this,” he said, eventually.

“Of course, I won’t throw you into this, but perhaps we could start by getting a consensus from the people on how they wish to be governed. Once we know what their preference is, we can go from there.”

Thor nodded. He just wanted to go back to bed and hold onto you.

“One more thing,” the Valkyrie said as she got up to leave. “I’ve asked some friends of ours to do some digging on Y/N. Nothing bad, I just want to know who she is. Once it gets out, and believe me, it will, that you’re bedding her, the Midgardian press will want to know everything they can about her. If there’s anything that’s likely to cause problems, it’s best if we know about it first.”

Thor nodded. It had upset Jane so much that her achievements were overshadowed by the fact that she was with him. He didn’t want that to happen to you. But whether he was the Asgardian leader, or not, his life would always be scrutinised by the Midgardians he loved so much. Perhaps if he was king, he would have more power to protect you? That was certainly worth thinking about.

And the problem of an heir. Would you want that? It was certainly too early to ask you.

What a day. This beer wasn’t going to be nearly enough.

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