#mcu Valkyrie

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Valkyrie x Reader

Summary: You come to visit your girlfriend in her office and sense something is off about her.

Word count: 5.7k

Angst with a happy ending.

A/N: Been working on this one for a while now, hope you like it :)

Beta'd by @cordeliasdarling love youuuu <3

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You walk to your girlfriend's office at the end of your work day as you often do, to see if she's ready to go home with you. You enter the room and Valkyrie greets you with a gentle smile before looking back at her desk.

The lack of any verbal acknowledgment is a little odd, perhaps she's working on something very important.

You make your way around her and hug her from behind feeling how tense her muscles are, probably the result of a stressful few weeks, and catch a glimpse of what she's looking at, it's a treaty of sorts, it doesn't seem complicated enough to warrant her behavior, but you don't dwell to much on it. You let go with a loud kiss on her cheek that makes her inevitably grin like an idiot.

You move away to give her space to finish working and go look at her sword collection.

After some time, she signs the document at the bottom of the last page and stands up to store it in her filing cabinet. She walks towards you and you meet her halfway as she pulls you into a tight hug.

An unsettling feeling starts creeping into you when you hear the alarming thumps in her chest as you remain entangled together, "What's wrong, love?"

"Nothing," she mumbles back, doing a poor job of soothing your worries.

"I can feel your heartbeat," you insist, looking her in the eye. She looks back at you for what feels like an eternity.

"We need to break up," she slurs.

You let go and take a step back to get a good look at her, "What?" The confusion in your face is evident.

"We need to break up." This time, it comes out with more security, though that doesn't help you in any way.

"I don't understand, did something happen? Do you not love me anymore?" You feel your body overheating.

She gently holds your hands in an attempt to calm your nerves, "Please don't ask questions."

"Just talk to me, can we be adults about this?" Your voice wavers.

Before Valkyrie can come up with a response, her assistant walks in unannounced, "Your ship is ready, You Majesty." Your eyes go wide in disbelief.

The King's posture straightens immediately, "Thank you," she says to them, "I’m so sorry, Princess, I love you," she whispers at you, placing a kiss to your temple before making a quick exit.

You stand in place unable to process what just happened, "Where's she going?"

"That's above my pay grade," the assistant shrugs.

After a couple of seconds of the events sinking into you, you regain control of your body and decide to chase after Val.

You storm all the way to the garage trying to catch up with her, but when you arrive, her ship has already left. You ask everyone around where she went and nobody seems to be worthy of that information, at least, no one inside the Kingdom.

Before you give up, you return to your now ex girlfriend's office to make a call.

"Captain Marvel's residence, this is Ms Marvel speaking." You are greeted by a strange, impressionable little human.

"Hey," you let out cautiously.

"Hi," she responds in your same tone.

"Where's Captain Marvel?"

"She's unavailable at the moment, is there a message I can pass along for you?"

"Who are you?" you ask, making sure not to sound rude.

"I’m Ms Marvel," she reintroduces herself with pride.

"Ms Marvel who?"

"I’m an associate of Captain Marvel's." You look at her not traumatized face and hear her excited voice, contrasting the deadbeat tone of almost every other agent you've met before.

"How old are you?"

"16 and a half," she grins.

"Are you alone?" Ms Marvel looks around hesitantly, "I’m calling you from Valkyrie's office, there is no way I am a threat to you."

She sighs, "Carol went on a mission that was, quote, 'too dangerous for me,' so she made me stay here."

You mumble an 'okay' in understanding.

"Wait, you're calling from King Valkyrie's office?" She backtracks.

"Yeah."

"Who are you?"

"No one, apparently." You look down to your lap filling her with intrigue, "Can you tell Carol to call me when she gets back, please?"

She nods, "Who do I—?"

"Just tell her to call Val's office, she'll know," you cut her off.

"Alright," an idea pops into her head, "hey, if we're both waiting for Carol, maybe we could wait together? So to speak." At this point she's both bored and now incredibly curious about you.

You figure if you stay on the line you'll see when Carol gets back and you'll get to talk to her sooner, "Sure."

She awkwardly props her feet up on the desk, "So, how do you know King Valkyrie?"

You try your best to be polite to this child, "I was her girlfriend."

"How long?"

"Three years."

"When did it end?"

You look at your watch, "About 20 minutes ago."

She instantly puts her feet down as her lips form a big 'O' shape, "I’m so sorry I asked."

You find her reaction a little amusing, "It's okay, I don't think my brain understands what just happened yet."

"Is that why you called?"

"Yeah," you sigh.

Ms Marvel thinks about it for a moment, "I suppose Carol is a good person to talk to about the whole 'dating royalty' thing."

"And about the whole 'dating Valkyrie' thing," you smirk, hoping to get a reaction out of her.

"What? No way!" she exclaims, proving you successful. You simply hum in response, "No!" She's in shock.

"Very much so."

"Now that's an image I can't unsee." She's being overly dramatic about it.

"You're welcome," you chuckle. You accepted the fact that they made a pretty hot couple a long time ago.

The sound of the ship's door opening catches your attention, "Is that my favorite superhero?" You lean to your side as if you could see through the hologram.

Carol approaches Kamala with curiosity, "Who's calling?"

"Valkyrie's office."

She finally gets close enough to see you, "Hey! Long time no see, where's Val?"

You clear your throat, "I was hoping you knew." Your tone shifts immediately to become smaller.

Carol notices your change in energy, "Kamala, sweetheart, can you give us a moment?" The girl accepts, a little disappointed she's gonna miss out on the tea, so she walks to her room as slowly as possible without being suspicious.

"What's going on?" Carol asks you, concerned.

"I think I just got dumped."

Her brows furl, "What? When?"

"Today." You find it difficult to maintain eye contact.

The Captain sits down where Kamala was, "Did you have a fight? What happened?"

"No, everything was going well, or so I thought," you explain, "earlier I came in, she was acting weird, if I didn't know her better, I might say she was scared. She broke up with me and left, no one knows where."

"I can't believe it, I'm really sorry."

"Do you know where she could have gone?"

She shakes her head, "Last time I talked to her was maybe months ago," she looks at you in deep sympathy, "are you worried she'll do something stupid?"

"It's Val we're talking about, I'd be worried if she wasn't doing something stupid," you weakly snark making Carol snort.

"Are you okay? Do you need anything?"

You take a deep breath, "I think I’m okay, for now. Call me if you hear from her."

"Of course, are you changing your number?" she hesitates.

"I’m not leaving until she kicks me out of here herself, and I have a feeling it's gonna be a while, so…"

Carol fully understands your decision, "Okay, take care of yourself." She hangs up leaving your ears ringing with the white noise of silence.

You drag your feet to Valkyrie's room for the night. As you lay in bed the reality of the day's events finally dawns upon you, and your eyes start filling up with tears.

You have spent many nights like this, you in New Asgard and Val somewhere off in space, the only difference now is the crushing weight threatening to shatter your chest.

Back on her ship, Carol is winding down after her long mission and your call, changing her uniform for more comfortable clothes.

"Why did you lie?" Kamala questions, startling Carol.

"Huh?" Is all The Captain can muster.

"King Valkyrie called like a week ago."

"Did she? I misspoke," Carol looks around suspiciously, "lying is bad."

"You've said that," Kamala groans in return.

You spend the next few days in bed, buried in blankets and drowning in tears. It's probably not the best that you're still in what used to be Val's and your room, but you don't have the strength to move. Val's assistant, Odin bless their heart, has been bringing you meals everyday until you feel well enough to get them yourself.

It seems they're the only person in the entire Kingdom who knows what happened, and they haven't told anyone, judging by the way everyone in the palace still gracefully greets you when they see you.

As the weeks go by The King's impromptu absence starts to show around New Asgard, and not even the council can get a hold of her. It pains you to see how her carelessness has affected the place you've grown to call home, how she so easily abandoned it merely because she didn't want to be with you anymore. It makes you sick to your stomach knowing that people will suffer and it might be considered your fault. You never asked for any of this and there isn't anything you can do about it, now that you have no relation to King Valkyrie.

The following day you receive a call from Carol, "Some new developments, Kamala remembered that we can track Val's ship," you listen intently, trying not to get your hopes up, "but we can't get a signal, which might mean she's too far away."

Your heart drops, "I’m gonna fucking kill her," you mutter under your breath.

"Language!" Carol shouts, gesturing toward Kamala.

"She's allowed to work with an Avenger, but can't say 'fuck'?" you turn to Ms Marvel, "Sounds like you're getting the shorter end of that stick."

"You just said it again!" Carol's voice goes up an octave.

"I can't help it, I’m pissed."

"That's not her fault." Kamala stands awkwardly, watching the scene unfold before her.

"Sorry, Ms Marvel," you grumble.

"You can call me Kamala."

"'Ms Marvel' is fine," you insist.

Carol leans closer to Kamala and whispers, "She's not very warm."

"I can see why Valkyrie likes her."

As much as they are trying to be subtle, they are still right in front of you, "Liked, I believe the word you're looking for is 'liked.' She does no more," you yell in response.

Carol turns to you with a tight lipped smile, "For what it's worth, I don't think that's true."

"Oh yeah? How long after she dumped you did you realize she didn't like you anymore?" You almost feel drunk with anger.

Carol tenses up, she doesn't like your fuck-all attitude, but she's trying to keep her cool and understand you, "First of all, it was mutual and second, my relationship with her was never even close to what you two had. You were good together."

"I know that, that doesn't help me wrap my head around what happened!"

Kamala goes to her room as you and Carol remain silent. You take your phone out to distract yourself, and Carol zones out looking through the window.

After about five minutes, Carol decides it's time to reveal the truth, "I need to tell you something," you look up at her, only half listening, "Val called me a week before she left."

You place your phone down and give her your undivided attention, "What?" It comes out louder than you expect.

"I was gonna tell you, but I wanted to know what was going on first. We talked for a while, longer that usual, mostly about you."

"Me?" You try your best to suppress your emotions and think critically about this.

"Yes, about her possibly marrying you, but she was acting a little off, like she was trying to get me to talk her out of it somehow, looking for excuses, which is a very strange thing to think about when you want to marry someone."

The information feels so surreal to you, also, when did Carol become such an expert? "For a second there I forgot you're married."

She smiles sweetly, "I am."

"Disney princess Carol," you can't help but tease her.

"Do you want me to help you or not?"

"I do, I’m sorry, how is he?" This is the first time you've smiled in a while.

"He's good, thank you." Carol takes your hologram with her as she walks through her ship, "As strange as her departure might have been, she's not really acting out of the ordinary."

You look to the side in confusion, "What do you mean? She never left without telling me where, even if she was gone for long periods, she would always tell me where she was."

"Really?" Carol seems surprised by your words, "It's normal for me to go full months without hearing from her." She finally puts you down on the control panel, "That's her thing, it's what she does, she doesn't want to be tied down—oh my god, I know where she is! I'll come get you in the morning."

Once again she hangs up leaving you to dwell in the uncertainty.

As promised, Carol comes to get you the next day. She doesn't give you enough time for pleasantries before she's rushing you into the ship and taking off.

You had never been in Carol's ship before, it is larger and tidier than Valkyrie's, which says a lot about The King's habits, though this one feels a lot more unstable.

It all makes sense when you peek out a window and can barely make out the stars passing by, "We're going fast."

"We're going far, you might wanna strap in, it's gonna be a bumpy ride," Carol warns you, looking much too calm to your liking, not following her own advice.

You disregard her actions and do as you're told, "Where are we going?"

"The edge of the unknown."

You tense up, "That's not terrifying, where's Ms Marvel?" You try to fight the g-force and look around for her.

"I had to drop her off at home, there is no way I’m bringing her there." Despite her words, Carol remains undisturbed.

You snap your neck in her direction, "But you brought me?"

"Yeah, if Val's there she's not coming back for me."

"So I’m here as bait?"

She brings her hands to her hips as if she was stating the obvious, "Precisely."

You sigh, "I need to get better friends."

"What other friend of yours is gonna help get your wife back?"

"She's not my wife, and also not my girlfriend anymore."

"Eh, but she will be, $100 says you guys will be back together before I drop you off in New Asgard."

You look her in the eye trying to tell if she's joking, but there is no way she's winning, so you accept, "Free money? I’m game."

The way to the mystery destination feels like an eternity, despite the incredible speed you're going. You feel like you've aged three years in the process, and maybe you have.

You arrive at what looks to be a planet sized dumpster, complete with ship scrapes and groups of aliens hunting each other.

You're still recovering physically and mentally from the trip when you notice Carol putting her uniform on, making you immediately concerned, "You're suiting up?"

She glances at you with a teasing smirk on her face, "Relax, I’m trying to make a good impression," she pauses as she waits for the ship's gate to open, "but lock the door and don't open it for anyone."

"Danvers!"

Carol walks to the Grand Arena and requests an audience with the Grandmaster, he gracefully accepts, excited to meet his soon-to-be new acquisition.

He lazily rests on his chair in a room surrounded by his guards, while Carol stands before him, "And who might you be?" he inquires, looking her over.

"I’m Captain Marvel." Carol uses her stoic, commanding hero voice.

"Ooh I like it, what's that? Are you here to fight?"

Carol came prepared for him to try to snatch her for his heinous activities, "I'm friends with Valkyrie."

"Valkyrie who?"

"Sorry, uh, scraper one, four, something," she tries her best to remember the tales Val has told her.

"142? She's my favorite, I always say she's the best!" He looks at the other scrapers in the room who growl at his enthusiasm.

"Good, is she here?"

"Oh, yes, she just came back, and I could not be happier."

Carol feels a sense of pride having successfully figured out where Valkyrie is, "Great." She turns around to leave.

"So you're not here to fight?" The Grandmaster insists.

She fakes a pout, "I wish I could, but I have to go."

He lifts his hand with all his authority, "Guards."

Carol stands tall as her whole body begins to glow, "Are you sure about that?"

The Grandmaster gestures for them to let her through.

You are startled by the ship's door opening and your guard goes up until you see Carol coming in. She doesn't even walk all the way in when she begins talking to you, "Good news and bad news."

"What's the good news?"

"She's here somewhere," she asserts, fully entering her ship.

Your heart skips a beat, but you keep it in check, "And the bad news?"

She hesitates slightly, "She's here somewhere."

It becomes clear to you that you're gonna have to perform a search and rescue on this dubious planet, "Crap."

Carol gives you a sympathetic smile, "Come on, I may have a hunch."

You stop abruptly on your way out, "You're not gonna give me a suit?"

She quickly scans her ship, "You wanna look like Ms Marvel?"

"On second thought, I’m good, thanks."

You get off the ship and follow Carol very closely, you don't wanna die today, and least of all here.

You are navigating the rivers of people, unsure what you're looking for, "How did you learn about this place?"

"Val told me about it, she lived here for a long time before she met Thor."

"How did you know she'd be here?" You instinctively grab her arm when a particularly thick wave of people comes toward you.

"It's where all unloved things come to die," she muses, searching the place ahead with her eyes.

"Die?" You hope you heard her wrong.

"Maybe not die, but hide."

"Unloved?"

Carol finally realizes her poor choice of words, "Right, um, I’m not sure how Val's brain works, it's just, you know, she's not good with emotions." She gestures at you broadly.

You assume you've arrived at your destination when Carol stops in front of a dystopian looking building. Inside, you find a loud bar and see Val in the middle of it, creating a raucous mess. She looks terrible, drunk beyond her senses, almost unrecognizable from the poised and respectable King of New Asgard.

You stay tucked behind Carol as she slowly approaches Valkyrie.

Val turns around and sees her, "Captain! Are you also here to die alone?" she exclaims in her drunken state.

Carol is taken aback by the title replacing her usual nickname, "Val, we're here to take you home."

"Not me, I’m here to slap you in the face." You make your presence known along with your desire for a physical altercation.

"Princess." She has a huge shit eating grin on her face as she looks at you with hungry eyes. She steps closer to you and tries to grope your ass, you slap her cheek before she does.

"What the actual fuck is wrong with you!" you scream, rendering the entire place silent.

Valkyrie holds her cheek dramatically with her grin still plastered on, Carol stands between you two, "Okay, okay, lots of feelings, that's normal and healthy, but this is not the place to make a scene, let's just get back to the ship and we can figure this out later," she hushes in your ear. You reluctantly agree and help her drag Valkyrie back to the ship.

Carol guides her to lay on the couch and you make a beeline toward them, but Carol physically stops you, "Hey, I know you're angry, but our priority right now is to get out of here and fast. If The Grandmaster finds out we took his favorite scraper it's gonna be a shit show, so buckle up."

You decide to listen to her as you haven't even recovered from your arrival. You go to the cockpit and fasten your seatbelt.

You safely make it out of the planet and Carol sets the ship to cruising speed. You get up from your seat and make your way to Val again, but Carol holds you back one more time.

"Stop," she instructs, making you groan, "I know, but she is very drunk right now, any conversation you try to have with her will be useless." You can tell her words come from experience, still you fight to have your way.

"Let me go." You ball up your fists tightly.

She doesn't seem affected by your increasing force, "Whatever you wanna do when you get home is none of my business, but I’m not letting a fight break out in my ship. Let her sober up and then you can try to be civil." You attempt to shake her grip off you, "Trust me, I want to slap her too, but I have to be the bigger person, you're welcome." You huff and go lock yourself in her room.

Carol exhales heavily as she watches you walk away.

After some time she brings Val a glass, "Have some water."

Valkyrie looks at her, still drunk and confused, "What for?"

"So I can sit and talk to you." Carol slumps beside her.

"Do you have alcohol?"

"No." The Captain quickly dismisses her, "Sakaar? Really? What is wrong with you?"

"You keep saying that like there was ever anything right with me." Val takes a big gulp of water.

"Cut it out, no more moping and wishing to die alone," Carol places a hand on Valkyrie's thigh, "I can kind of understand you sabotaging your relationship because it got so good it made you scared, but running away from your home?" she turns her body sideways to sit facing Valkyrie completely, "You are a King now, your people need you, you can't just disappear every time you feel unworthy."

"I broke up with her, didn't I?" Val whispers as her foggy mind remembers the last time she saw you.

"Is that what you took away from my speech?"

"I lost her like I lost my sisters," Valkyrie laments.

Carol feels the need to clarify, "You didn't lose her, you pushed her away."

"She hates me now."

"Yeah, she probably does," Val side eyes her "but you can fix it. She's gonna be in there a while, you get your shit together."

Several hours go by, and Valkyrie begins to worry about you, "How long has she been in there?"

Carol makes an educated guess, "About 12 hours."

"Someone should check up on her," Val ponders, hoping Carol will take initiative, so she doesn’t have to.

"Since I’m not the reason for her emotional distress, I don't think it should be me," Carol asserts, inadvertently taking down Valkyrie’s plan.

The King looks around the ship, nervously biting her lip, "Do you have any swords in here?"

Carol snickers at her hesitation, "Don't be a coward."

"I’m not a coward, I just know when I've upset the wrong person." She gets up from her spot on the couch and braces herself for the encounter. She gently knocks on the bedroom’s door before opening it, "May I come in?" she whispers, popping her head in. She is met by your sleeping form, a damp spot on the pillowcase right under your eyes and a bunch of crumpled up tissues on the bedside table, it breaks her heart knowing she is the cause of your pain.

You stir in bed lightly, in your hazy state you forget you are furious at her.

She walks in and closes the door behind her when she sees your reaction, "You're awake?" Her voice is barely audible as she sits on the bed, careful not to disturb you, you only groan in response, "I’m sorry," you give her a light nod, "can you forgive me?" It's not just about waking you up.

"Not now, Val," you croak trying to bury yourself deeper into the pillow.

"Right, of course. Get some rest." She leans in to place a small kiss on your temple as your eyes close up again, you can still smell the alcohol on her clothes. And just as quickly as she entered, she leaves.

Carol is waiting expectantly for Val to exit her room, "How did it go, soldier?"

"Not great," Valkyrie admits while cautiously closing the door.

"I didn't hear any yelling."

"She's sleeping."

Carol hums, "That makes more sense, did you try a true love's kiss?" Val gives her a death stare making her chuckle.

After many failed attempts at going back to sleep, you decide that hunger is what’s holding you back, so, against your better judgment, you go out to the trenches to find a snack.

You scurry to the kitchen and dig through the cabinets until you find something that looks appealing, a Skrull snack that Valkyrie introduced you to when you first started dating. You’re quietly making your way back to Carol’s room when you spot Valkyrie out of the corner of your eye, rotting on the couch. Without thinking twice about it, you sit beside her and offer her a share of your snack.

"This is kinda nice," you muse, "in all my years of knowing you, I've never seen you with a hangover."

Her accent comes out thick, "Last time I got this wasted I ended up in a brothel. Much better experience than whatever this is." She aims to make a joke that goes very poorly. Something about her immature act prompts you to want to slap her again, she stops you by instinctively lifting her arm, "Don't, one was enough."

"Like it even hurt," you mutter, rolling your eyes.

"It hurt my ego," she snarks, causing you to take away your shared snack and give her the middle finger as you stand up to go back to Carol’s room. It leaves a sour taste in your mouth thinking you were actually considering a truce when you realize she isn’t taking this seriously.

She lazily reaches out for you, "Hey, come on, that was a joke, I’m trying here," she bargains.

"Are you asking me to make this easier for you? Because last time I checked, you broke up with me for no apparent reason, and in the same breath flew off to the armpits of hell without leaving a trace," you snap.

She remains sat down massaging her temples with her gaze on the ground, "It was stupid, I’m sorry."

Your jaw stiffens, "I don't care that it was stupid, Val, you do stupid shit all the time, I’m used to it," you take a step closer to her and lift her chin up with two fingers, making sure she’s listening, "what you did was cruel, it was heartless and irresponsible," she gently moves away from your grasp to look anywhere else, feeling like a chastised kid, "how can you claim to love someone and then disappear from anywhere they could possibly find you?" your voice waivers, "Without an explanation, without anything to hold on to? You could have broken up with me without making me worried sick about you."

Val tries to keep a strong posture, to hide every single way in which her heart fractures at your words, she thinks for a long time and takes a deep breath before responding, "Some time ago, the council told me I needed to find a Queen," she begins, her eyes fixed on the ground, "It seemed simple enough, get a nice rock, take you out to dinner and that's that. So I did, I got a ring, made reservations, I even wrote a speech." she looks at you fidgeting with the edge of her cape, "Then every night leading up to it, I woke up in a cold sweat to a voice in my head telling me I couldn't do it, that it wasn't fair to ask you to spend the rest of your life by my side, I started thinking what would happen if you actually said 'no' and it got me spiraling."

"So what, you fled to the edge of the universe instead?" You’re not buying into her vulnerable performance just yet, "I know you don't like to be tied down, but don't put your thoughts in my head."

She gives you a guilty look as she continues, "The last nail in the coffin was when I realized that if you marry me, you would become a target to every single enemy of Asgard."

"Enemies? How bad can you be at public relations?"

"The history of Asgard isn't exactly one of peace. Anyone who wanted to get to me would eventually find their way to you. I would never forgive myself if I let anything happen to you."

You find it difficult to remain distant after hearing her speak, "As much as I appreciate the chivalry, I don't need your protection, I am perfectly capable of that myself," you settle for sitting on the arm of the couch, "I don't care who you are, I don't care about your power, or your status, or your dumb cape." Your words are harsh, but your tone is genuine.

"You came all this way just to tell me off?" She realizes you came all this way for her, you looked for her until you found her in a place you had never even heard of before.

"Also to slap you, and I have every right to." She knows you're furious inside and she deserves it, but maybe all is not lost.

She stands up with her back towards you, "I hate worrying about you, I didn’t want you to get hurt because of me." You stand up too.

"That's what love is, you can't just shut it off altogether because you get scared sometimes." Something about this conversation isn’t sitting right with you. Yes, you are pissed at her and you want to kill her a little bit, but that doesn’t mean you want to throw away everything you’ve built together.

She turns to face you, her expression is unreadable, "I already did."

"I won't let you. Valkyries don't fear anything, do they?" You carefully extend your arm and graze the back of your fingers over the mark on her left arm, the same one you used to trace over when she'd get back after long missions. It's a quick movement that still manages to make goosebumps overtake her whole body.

"You just said you don't care about me." She's twisting your words in the worst possible way. However, you know her well enough to notice she's doing so to protect her own heart.

You shake your head, "I said I don't care about your flashy outfits," you restate, pointing to the leather armor she's currently wearing, though you must admit it makes her muscles look gorgeous, "you are more than your title, you know?" You hold both of her hands in yours and as you pierce into her eyes you realize this is what you want, she is what you want, and there is no dumb mistake or irresponsible choice that can change that.

"I care about being there for each other and that we know how to communicate without resorting to self imposed exile," you try to explain it in a way she can’t distort, "I care that you trust me enough to tell me when you're scared, and, most importantly, I care that when you're about to do something stupid, you let me know first." With every sentence, you inch closer to her.

"I hear you, loud and clear." She nods, swallowing thickly, "I’m about to kiss you now." She begins closing the gap between you slowly, allowing you to back away if you don’t want it. Your lips connect into a sweet, passionate kiss, it’s an apology and a reconciliation, it’s a promise that you know she will keep.

You pull away in need for air and lean your forehead on hers, "We have a reservation at your favorite place Friday night," she whispers.

You look at her skeptically, "We do?"

"They ought to have an opening for The King," she shrugs making you playfully roll your eyes.

"I can't believe I’m getting back together with you."

She gives you the most terrified, vulnerable puppy eyes, "Do you not want to?"

"Unfortunately, I really do," you sigh with a grin on our face. Suddenly, you remember, "By the way, you owe Carol $100."

"What?"

You play coy, "You had a bet going on."

"American dollars?" she fumbles.

You twist your neck in the direction of the cockpit and yell, "Hey Carol, was it American dollars?"

Carol has been sitting on the pilot’s seat zoned out, looking at the stars for hours, your voice brings her back, "Uh, sure?" She isn’t fully aware of what you’re talking about.

Val produces a handful of Sakaar currency from her pocket and gives it to you, "That should cover it." Although it’s practically useless to her, you take the money and bring it to Carol.

After a minute of processing what you just put in her hand, it clicks, "Wait, I told you!" Carol grins.

"Don't let it get to your head." You try to hide the fact that you’re just as happy as she is.

"Now we'll both be married to royalty."

"Don't jinx it!"

Had to rewatch Ragnarok for this one, that's how committed I am 😂

@fionnemrys @murderbasketheassassin @clara-eternal @dapper-hydra @nevaeh-daughterofvalcarol @thorgood @lesbiarmy

[rhfffas]

i'd like to see yelena and kate flirting shamelessly during a mission, and

kamala: the ship is sailing itself!!!! (*also making mental notes for future fanfics*)

cassie: help im surrounded by lesbians

america: aww you guys are disgustingly sweet

carol: im too old for this shit

sam: can we cut the gay shit and focus on the mission plz

valkyrie: shut up im enjoying this lesbian drama wanna bet how long will they keep being this oblivious? (*handing over her popcorn*)

jen: do you guys need legal advice abt inappropriate workplace relationships?

[shydaydreamer28]

They're so adorable

[bi-dykes]

Butch Bisexual Icons 🧡💛🧡

Flag made by @thiefbi

[one-real-wrimonkey]

Ok but I’ve thought of a variant of Loki I want:

Loki, Princess of Asgard who completed Valkyrie training when she was young, even though all the Valkyrie were gone.

Loki who wears full Valkyrie uniform into combat but with a few embellishments to mark her as Odindottir (and some classic green and gold).

Loki who meets Brunhilde on Sakaar and freaks out because she’s one of her childhood heroes.

Loki who gets a Pegasus.

Thor is so jealous of his sister.

[manicpixiedepressedwitch]

[multifandomangel]

the truest form of the bi / pan experience is being in love with loki and any woman he has ever interacted with

[ordinaryschmuck]

If Captain Marvel and Valkyrie are meant to be a couple in the MCU, I'd like to think it's more of a casual thing. They're both too busy to commit to a real relationship and are still reeling over the lives THEY lost in life to have something that goes beyond an intergalactic booty call.

Still, they're feeling each other out, listening to the other's heartache, and being there for when one needs the other. And if one wants to make things more official, the other wouldn't be completely against it. They're just keeping it casual.

[yesbutmakeitgay]

Just A King In A Rusty Throne

Valkyrie x Reader

Summary: You're friends with benefits with The King of New Asgard, you wish you were more than that, but The King would never allow it.

Word count: 2.6k

Friends with benefits, implied smut, nudity, angst with a happy ending.

A/N: I don't see a lot of love for my King Valkyrie, let's change that!

Masterlist | AO3

King Valkyrie slumps on her bed wiping her mouth off with the back of her hand satisfied. As soon as you regain your senses you sit up and start fetching your clothes, "You don't have to go," Valkyrie says gently, if you were facing her maybe you would have caught a glimpse of the lost puppy look that adorned her features.

"Isn't that the agreement?" Your tone is stoic, more so to remind yourself that getting further involved with The King would be unwise.

"I just mean not yet, you could stay a little longer if you want." Her voice is soft and inviting, one that she reserves only for moments like these. However you don't let the sweetness get to you.

You twist your neck to take a look at her still naked form, "What do you want?" There's a subtle acidity lacing your words.

She turns to lay on her side and looks at you intently with her captivating eyes, "I want whatever you want." At this point she would say anything she thought would make you stay longer.

You calculate your next move carefully. To any outsider this conversation would seem like a sweet exchange between lovers, but you both know it's a lot more complicated than that, starting by the very definition of your relationship, "I want to stay the night," you let out as a test to your adversary or so you convince yourself. Your bait is met with silence and that tells you all you need to hear, "That's what I thought." You finish putting your shirt on and aggressively stand up scanning the room to look for your shoes.

Valkyrie reaches her arm out for you, "No, come on, don't do that." The novelty of The King’s pleas has already worn off of you after many nights spent this exact same way.

You look her in the eye hiding your emotions, "Do what? I’m doing everything you want. I come here whenever you ask, stay as long as you wish and when you see me in public you don't acknowledge my existence."

Val gets up and quickly puts her clothes on, she walks around the bed to stand in front of you, "It's not like that, Princess." She softly tucks a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Then how is it?" you respond instantly, shying away from her touch.

"The rules are different for me, I am The King," she explains, trying to get your sympathy.

"You are The King, you have the power and authority to do whatever you want." You aren't sparing her your pity.

When she realizes her plan won't work she gives it up and retaliates in your same cold tone, "I have an image to uphold."

Her words drive through you like a knife, if that's the game she wants to play, so be it, "I see," you simply say.

She only realizes what she said after it left her mouth, "That's not what I meant."

"Too late, you already said it." You walk out with your shoes still in your hand and a lone tear running down your cheek.

You hoped that was the last time you saw The King of New Asgard, or that's what you told yourself. You knew from the start you were never gonna get your way with her, yet you accepted her terms for the time you did get to spend together.

The arrival of a ship causes commotion all over the Kingdom, it wasn't very often that The King received guests. You recognize the outside of the vehicle and decide to go greet the visitor.

"Captain, it's good to see you," you reach out your hand for Carol to grab.

She accepts your handshake and gives you a smile, "You too." She is genuinely pleased to see you again. You had the opportunity to meet Carol some time ago while you were sneaking around with Val. The Captain is fully aware of Valkyrie's ways and doesn't like to meddle in her personal life, but she seems to have grown a soft spot for you even if your relationship is mostly professional. "Is Val around?" If anyone knows of The King's whereabouts Carol's money is on you, given the nature of your affiliation.

"I don't know, I've been kind of avoiding her." Your eyes go down to the ground for a moment.

Carol understands the meaning behind your words, "I'm sorry to hear that," she pauses, "I’m gonna go look for her, it was a pleasure." She does a good job of hiding her disappointment.

"Likewise," you respond. Before she leaves she places a cordial kiss on your cheek.

Carol finds The King in her place, they exchange pleasantries and deal with the purpose of her visit.

After they're done with the business side of things they begin to walk back to The Captain’s ship and she decides to bring up a touchy subject, "How's your Princess?" she hesitates.

Valkyrie is taken aback by the question, "I don't-we don't-anymore."

"So I’ve heard," Carol is quick to remark.

Val rolls her eyes, "Of course you have, you saw her?" There's a tinge of hope in her voice.

"Yup."

"She's been avoiding me for weeks." The longing in Val’s eyes is unmistakable.

Carol pouts, "Poor little you, what'd you do this time?" She's confident in her choice of blame placing.

"Oh, you know how it is, this one leaves and new one comes around." Valkyrie pretends to be unaffected, but Carol can see right through her.

The Captain makes a point of grabbing Valkyrie’s shoulder and making eye contact, "Just because it's what you're used to, doesn't mean it's what you want, or need."

After a few seconds The King breaks the eye contact and continues to walk staring straight ahead, "I know what I want."

Carol follows behind her with a sigh, "But it's different with her, you weren't sad when the other ones left."

"What do you know?" Val huffs.

They keep going the rest of the way to Carol’s ship and stand in front of it when they get there, waiting for the door to open.

"Yeah, what do I know about loss," Carol asserts before entering her home and flying off.

Valkyrie is left with a choice, she can ignore their conversation all together or she can admit that she finally allowed herself to care about someone and then screwed things up because she didn’t know how to handle it. If she’s being honest she hasn’t been able to get you out of her mind since the last time you saw each other.

A few days later you knock on The King’s office door to announce your presence, you open it before waiting for an answer and walk halfway in. Valkyrie eyes you up and down for a moment, making no effort to conceal her actions, "Princess, you're looking well, come on in," she instructs. You feel a little violated, but she’s done much worse in the past so you can manage.

You stand in the middle of the room with your arms crossed, "What do you want?" you demand.

"I need to speak with you, why don't you sit down?" Valkyrie keeps her composure.

"I think I'll stand." Your tone becomes more aggressive.

She tries to give you a friendly smile, "You don't have to be so…hostile."

You can’t even try to be cordial, "I do, actually, you are using your power to force me to stand before you," you refute, "which is kinda shitty." For lack of a better word. Val hadn't thought about it that way, but she tries not to dwell on it too much.

"I want to apologize, the last time we saw each other things didn't go so well, the way I spoke to you wasn't right." She’s clearly given a lot of thought to her word choice.

"Okay." You expect her to have more to say about the issue.

"So, do you forgive me?"

You realize that’s all she’s got and it is now your turn to speak, "Oh, uh, no."

"No?" The King cannot believe your refusal.

"No," you state more confidently.

Val is dumbfounded, "Well I don't know what else to do." You do appreciate her honestly, but there isn’t much more to appreciate about this conversation.

"Hope that your next plaything has less self respect," you snark, "am I free to leave now?"

Valkyrie’s ego suddenly shrinks, "I suppose I can't keep you here."

As soon as you close the door behind you, you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding in. You were usually pretty good at keeping cool and holding your ground, but King Valkyrie had become something of a weak spot of yours.

Val sinks into her chair, she really thought the apology would work to get you back. Why she wanted to get you back so badly? She wasn't sure, call it remorse or Carol's words finally getting to her.

The King has been having affairs every night this week. However she can't seem to enjoy them like she used to.

She comes out from under her sheets to look at whatever her name is, "I can't do this, I'm sorry." She gets up and walks to her closet to find some clothes, she's not gonna put her three piece suit back on, "It's not you, you seem great, I just can't, I'm going out."

She puts on a pair of shorts and a sweater as she makes her way to the door, "Take your time, you can help yourself to anything in the fridge, but please don't stay the night," The King urges.

She drags her feet to her office and collapses on her chair. She takes a big swig out of one of the many bottles she keeps there and buries her face in her hands, feeling the comfort of the alcohol burning her throat.

She presses a button on her desk that immediately triggers a call to Captain Marvel, it's the middle of the night, but she knows Carol doesn't work on a schedule.

When she picks up, Carol is working on the engine of her ship.

"Marv, you were right!" The beginnings of The King's tipsiness start to show.

"About damn time you admitted it, what are we talking about?" Carol responds plainly.

"I miss her, I’m miserable." Carol does not take her eyes off of the engine, but she has a good idea of what Valkyrie looks like right now.

"That's awful, Val, I’m so sorry you can't have meaningless sex anymore," The Captain taunts.

"I don't know what to do."

"Have you considered celibacy?"

"I want her back." Val sounds a little more sober somehow.

"Does she know that you want her back?" Carol asks with a little more tact, Goose hops on her shoulder to look at what she's doing.

"She's not exactly making it easy for me, when I called her to apologize she barely entered, didn't even accept it."

Carol stops her work and puts Goose down to finally look at Valkyrie, "Did you make her go to your office so you could apologize?"

"Yes?" Val responds bluntly. Carol pinches the bridge of her nose with a sigh, "What?"

"Okay," The Captain brings her hands to her hips, "you need to be less of a King and more like a being with a heart and feelings." Val looks at her beyond confused. "She likes you, you just have to get your head out of your ass," Carol rephrases.

"Oh."

"There you go, alright, good luck." Carol hangs up now that she's satisfied with their conversation.

Valkyrie finishes the rest of the bottle and stumbles back to her room, thankfully it's empty when she enters.

The King takes a few days to think about what Carol said and to consider her life choices.

You’re coming out of work for your midday break when you spot someone standing right outside the building. It takes you a moment to realize it’s Val without her three piece suit out in public. Once you do recognize her you avoid eye contact and try to walk past her, but she stops you by gently grabbing your arm.

You roll your eyes and reluctantly turn around, "What?"

Her eyes light up when they meet yours, "I cancelled the rest of your meetings for the day, I was hoping we could go for a walk."

"A walk?" You frown.

"Yes, not with The King, just with me." You’ve never seen her more vulnerable, not even fully naked on her own bed.

"Do I have a choice?" You still have your walls up high.

"Of course, it can be as quick as you want." That’s not the first time she’s said that to you. You consider her offer for a moment, she did get you out of work so you cautiously agree.

She begins to walk down the street and you follow behind her. "It has been brought to my attention that I have put you in very unfair positions in the past." She measures her words carefully. "I want to apologize for that."

"Thank you." Your tone is harsh, but you do mean it.

"I haven’t been able to be with anyone else since…"

"I’m flattered," you deadpan, "am I the best of your fuck buddies?"

She scowls at the term, "I’m trying to tell you that I am not the same without you."

"Well, that is not my problem."

"But I want it to be your problem."

You squint your eyes in confusion, "What?"

"Marry me," she blurts out making you fully look at her with wide eyes.

"Are you serious?"

"Yes, maybe?" she hesitates.

You cannot believe what’s happening, "You can’t just marry your fuck buddy, that’s not a thing, Val."

She stops walking and turns to face you with her whole body, "Can you please stop calling it that."

You stop and mimic her stance, "What do you want me to call it then?"

"A love affair?" She stumbles on her words.

You snort, "How much love was involved in this 'affair?’"

"More than I ever intended," she whispers, rubbing her own arm. Your heart begins to beat faster. Unsure what to answer you both continue to walk in silence, with every step you take you feel your walls crumbling down ever so slowly.

After a while, she speaks again, "Did you love me?" she almost pleads.

You glance at her from the corner of your eye, "What does it matter?"

"I think-I think I did love you," she chokes.

Your heart threatens to bear a whole in your chest, "You think?"

"It’s not a familiar feeling for me, I don’t know what to do with it."

"You don’t have to do anything with it, you can just feel it. It doesn’t hurt to not be an idiot about it."

She chuckles, "I really am sorry, I hope you can forgive me someday." This time, you can sense the sincerity in her voice.

"How sorry are you?" you smirk.

"Very sorry." The air between you feels lighter.

"Enough to let me kiss you in public?" You try to test her once again.

"I-" you scoff and are about to walk away at her uncertainty when she speaks again, "You want to kiss me?" There is a glimmer in her eyes, you can only give her a sheepish smile and before you know it she’s pulling you by the hips and connecting her lips with yours.

This is the most intimate moment you've had with Val despite the endless nights of passion you've spent together.

You break the kiss in need for air, but stay close to her, "I won't marry you, yet, but you can take me on a date." Valkyrie nods quickly, "Not with The King, just with you."

"I would love for nothing more."

Give Valkyrie some love and tell me your thoughts! I have more Val fics for you if you're good 😉💜💜

Tagging all the people who interacted with my last Valkyrie post because I can: @fionnemrys @murderbasketheassassin @clara-eternal @dapper-hydra @nevaeh-daughterofvalcarol @thorgood

[jennrypan]

I still stand by the Thor x Valkyrie ship-- i liked their dynamic WAYYYYY more than him x Jane. Especially in the travesty that is Thor 4..Jane was just boring to watch fr.

Honestly even Bruce x Valkyrie was better than him x Natasha. The MCU has so many good unintentionally ships but the couples they attempted are usually so boring and ass. (Steve x Peggy, Steve x Sharon, Natasha x Bruce, Thor x Jane, Wanda x Vision, Loki x Sylvie...etc. all of these couples are ASS.)

Like all the accidental ships are just way more fun and interesting. Val and Thor should've kissed a little I think. Or maybe she should've kissed Loki which was also 10× BETTER THAN HIM SHAGGING IT UP WITH HIMSELF. I WOULDVE EVEN TAKEN HIM GETTING WITH JANE ATP.

[shydaydreamer28]

Lmao Tessa liked Tom's "Valkyrie" line as much as we did!

He went hard with that last one & got her real excited. Lmao 😆😍

I feel the same way, Tessa. Lmao

[womeninfictionandirl]

Valkyrie by Fabian LeLay

[demigoddessqueens]

AMAZING hi it’s me again sorry, I’d like a Marvel matchup if you couldn’t tell😌

(Literally any female mcu character, surprise me lol)

Non binary (they/them), I’m only attracted to women🔥

Interests: football (soccer), bass guitar, Greek Mythology, Skyrim, dragons

Fav artists: Adrianne Lenker (I talk about her so much it’s annoying😔), Alex G, Kate Bush

Personality: I’m relatively extroverted and talk to anyone and everyone, but I like being quiet and letting someone talk sometimes. I really value having a laugh with friends and partners, and my love language is quality time. I love companionable silence or sharing a mutual hobby or interest. I’m fond of physical touch as well.

I appreciate people who match my energy and I can really be myself around, I’m autistic and have a hard time masking for too long and need to exist around people without judgement sometimes.

Appearance: I’m 5’3, I have wavy, middle parted, light brown hair and brown eyes, I have a tanned complexion and there’s a small amount of freckles on the bridge of my nose. 

I usually wear colourful clothing, but I’m not good with colour coordination or fashion in general.

I’m not yet able to get top surgery for a multitude of reasons but I’d prefer to be written as having gotten it if that’s at all going to be relevant.

I hope that isn’t too long! Thank you❤️

Thank you for your request!

I match you with….Valkyrie!

She has an affinity for braiding your hair, it’s therapeutic for her

Buff AF so she’ll enjoy anything from playing sports to talking about them with you

Enjoys softer moments of singing and dancing to your favorite music; creating playlists for you

Likes kissing the freckles along your face

Indulges you on stories of her famous deeds back in the day and enjoying how cute your face gets when you ask about mythology and other important figures

[alphawolfice1989]

Carol Danvers Friends

Maria is carol's best friend

Monica is carol's niece because she is maria's daughter and kamala is a mentee of hers

Valkyrie is carol's ex girlfriend after she came out as bisexual

James rhodes is carol's significant other in the comics and hopes the mcu make them endgame.

[shydaydreamer28]

Live these 2!!!

Both sexy asf, have great chemistry, and Hemsworth himself seems to ship them - saying he pitched 3 kisses between them that all got cut as well as saying Val could have Thor if she wanted.

Wasn’t gonna post this since I wasn’t happy with their faces - Valkyrie in particular doesn’t look a whole lot like herself to me - and there was a dozen other mistakes that needed fixing, but…it’s Christmas, I was in the mood for sharing something fluffy (even if that something features Norse pagan war deities), so I bring thee some Thor/Valkyrie. Poses are nicked from the cover of Donna Fletcher’s The Daring Twin, since this was a response to the Draw Your OTP as a Cheesy Romance Novel Cover challenge here on tumblr.

[yesbutmakeitgay]

Lifelines Intertwined

Chapter 1

Valkyrie x Reader

Summary: You are sent to New Asgard to help King Valkyrie protect her Kingdom. Soulmate AU.

Word count: 1.7k

Soulmates, Slow burn, Fluff, Angst.

A/N: Been working on this one for a while, hope you like it :)

Beta'd by @cordeliasdarling <3

Masterlist | This Work's Masterlist | AO3

Ripping Wings Off Of Butterflies

Soulmarks. A permanent imprint on your body that matches that of the person you’re destined to spend the rest of your life with.

Everybody has one, you have one, your partner has one, or at least, you hope you do, have a partner, that is.

They are simple, discreet, and easy to hide, but clear enough that you can spot your soulmate with the utmost certainty once you see it. Except, your mark is anything but. You were born with what can only be described as a hieroglyph expanding the entirety of your left forearm, in a tint so light, it almost blends in with your skin.

Your soulmark is so strange and in plain sight that it turns heads every time you're out in public, so you've learned to hide it underneath a hoodie, no matter the weather.

Having gone your whole life with such an odd mark has turned you cold, distant, emotionless. You joined S.H.I.E.L.D. hoping to be a productive member of society under the assumption that your coworkers would have a similar worldview to yours, but, it turns out, even the superheroes have found their life partners.

It has come to a point in your life where you are convinced you don’t really have a soulmate, and you are working towards being okay with that.

"Fury, do you copy?"

"What is it, Danvers?"

"The Kree are targeting New Asgard, you have to do something about it."

"Do I?"

"You need to send backup, quickly."

"Can’t you deal with it yourself?"

"I would, but I can't be in two places at once."

"The King hasn't contacted me at all."

"She’s more stubborn than me, please say yes so I can let her know."

"Fine."

You were called into Fury’s office first thing this morning, but you’re not really feeling so lively today, much like every other day, so you take your time. You slowly drag your feet into his office and slump on the chair in front of his desk without saying a word.

"You’re late," he states flatly.

"Okay."

"You’re not gonna half ass an excuse?"

"Uh, traffic?" you shrug.

He crosses his arms out of habit, "You live in this building."

"You said, 'half ass,'" you retaliate.

He starts to wonder why you were his first choice for this, but soon remembers you’re the most qualified for it, so he hands you a folder, "I have an assignment for you."

"Do you ever bring good news?"

"I think you might actually like this one."

The trip to New Asgard was longer than you expected, which gave you enough time to hype yourself up. For some reason you were determined to not be an asshole in front of The King.

As soon as you land, you can feel your heart beating faster and your hands begin to sweat. The pilot opens the door for you and wishes you luck on your mission.

You come down from the aircraft and immediately spot King Valkyrie making her way to you in all her mighty glory. She greets you and shows you around while her assistant takes your bags to your room.

"Marv speaks very highly of you," she comments as you’re walking into the palace.

"I try my best," you hesitate a little embarrassed.

"Thank you again, for making the trip and for helping me out here, New Asgard will really appreciate it."

"I hope I can do you justice."

"I’m sure you will," she opens the door to her office and gestures for you to come in, "do you have a codename?"

Every second that passes helps you feel more at ease with your surroundings, "I don't subscribe to such performative crap."

She laughs, "What should I call you then?"

"Whatever you'd call someone in my position, Agent? Soldier?"

She gently shakes her head, "You’re gonna be my right hand man, you need a more respectable title than that," her eyes fixate on yours, "how about 'Princess'?"

Your heart skips a beat, "If it is to your liking." You clear your throat.

"Alright then, my assistant will show you to your quarters, I will see you back here first thing tomorrow," she instructs with a smile on her face.

"Yes, Your Majesty, it was a pleasure to make your acquaintance." You bow your head.

She chuckles at your behavior, "You can drop the manners now, I already like you," she reassures you, shooting you a wink, "see you tomorrow."

You get to your room and unpack your stuff, you’re feeling good about this, maybe a change of scenery is exactly what you need to get your mind off of your imminent loneliness.

The King sits at her desk, reflecting. When Carol first made the suggestion, Valkyrie was unsure about having an agent in her Kingdom for support, but, after your introduction, she wonders why Carol didn’t bring it up sooner.

The next morning you get up as soon as the clock rings feeling your feet bounce on the ground, making your every move easier. It’s the first time in years you get up without snoozing your alarm even once. You get ready with your trusty hoodie on and knock on The Kings office at 7am sharp.

You walk in as she instructs and are surprised to see she’s already working. You stand by her desk, waiting for her to acknowledge you. After a moment, she lifts her head to see you, "You look hot."

"Thanks," you smirk.

"I mean temperature wise." She gives you a cheeky look, before going back to her work.

"Oh, no, I’m okay."

"It’s the middle of summer." She raises a questioning eyebrow without making eye contact.

"You’re wearing a three piece suit," you retaliate as you sit down in front of her.

She finally puts her work to the side to give you her undivided attention, "I am The King, what's your excuse?"

You feel as if you’ve been put on the spotlight, "It’s my emotional support hoodie?"

"Are you not wearing anything underneath?" she pries as she leans on the desk.

"If I say no, will that get you off my back?" You really hope she isn’t gonna make you take it off.

"I’ll take that thing off your back." She stands up and opens one of the drawers behind her to produce a uniform, she turns around and hands it to you.

You extend your arms and take it without even thinking, then unfold it to reveal a costume similar to her battling one, cape and all, "Do you have anything less…dramatic?"

"You work for The King now, you must look the part." Your brain starts racing, looking for a way to conceal your soulmark in such a bold outfit.

"Can I at least get sleeves?"

Sensing your unease, Valkyrie arranges a visit to the royal tailor, so you can adjust the uniform to your preference, with some restrictions. You compromise on a shorter cape, and manage to get your hands on a pair of gloves that go almost up to your elbows, seamlessly concealing your mark.

For the rest of your first day, King Valkyrie takes the time to show you how things work around the palace and to work out what your responsibilities will be during you stay.

"Do you have dinner plans?" Valkyrie asks when the sun sets.

You’re surprised by the question, "I just got here."

"Let me rephrase that, you are coming to dinner with me."

You can only nod obediently, "Okay."

You both take a short walk to a quaint little restaurant near the palace, as soon as you enter, your nostrils are invaded with the most delicious smell you've ever experienced.

A waiter soon greets The King, "Welcome, Your Majesty."

"Thank you, we're having the usual, please." Val walks you to what seems to be the table she always sits at in the far right corner of the building.

"We?" you repeat after you sit down.

"Yes, part of the benefit of being your boss is I get to decide what you eat," she jokes.

As you wait for your food, The King takes the opportunity to get to know you better. You’ve never been a fan of small talk, often opting for curt, sarcastic responses, and you can bet that this time will be no different.

"What do you like to do in your free time?"

Stare at a wall and rot, try not to think about dying alone. "I like to go on walks where I can be alone and reflect on life," you admit, surprising yourself, "what about you?"

"Drink," you hum in complete understanding, "I also enjoy visiting the children of The Kingdom and teaching them the ways of the sword, for recreational and self defense purposes." That's very sweet, you think.

"Do you enjoy children?"

"I suppose I don't really think of them as children, they're just small people." You're pleased by her answer, you never understood people belittling children merely for being small.

"You’re a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, right? What drew you to the job?" she follows.

The prospect of an early death. "I guess I always felt that life could be more than just self serving, I wanted to help people."

She gives you a soft smile, "I may not have chosen my jobs, but I feel quite the same."

Maybe you aren't so good at lying to The King.

"What’s royalty like?" You feel an uncharacteristic interest towards her.

"Mostly paperwork these days, which is probably why Marv thought it would be best to have you around, cover all our bases."

"Do you ever miss being a warrior?"

"One does not stop being a warrior simply because there aren’t any more battles left to fight."

Are you telling me you’re a pacifist now? "Doesn’t mean you can’t miss it, though, some of the biggest pleasures of my job come in the form of being allowed to be violent," you snark, making her chuckle.

The food arrives, and you have your first taste, "Oh my God, this is even better than it smells!" You exclaim with your mouth full.

Valkyrie grins knowingly, a feeling of pride washing over her, "It’s a power move," you look at her, confused, "whenever I have a diplomatic visitor I bring them here and order for them, makes them more inclined to trust me."

"That’s pretty clever."

"I know," she smiles.

"Why are you telling me your secret tactic?"

She stops in the middle of taking a bite of her food, "I actually don't know, perhaps this time it worked in reverse."

Chapter Two