You can decide who this is with. Agatha, Pepa, Julieta, Carla, Ajak, Alma, any woman on my masterlist.
Idea taken from "Costumbres" by Rocío Dúrcal.
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You saw her walk away down the empty street, hidden in the night. The sound of her footsteps faded after a few seconds and her silhouette melted into the darkness a few moments later, just like the fleeting feeling of belonging inside you.
It was always like that, no matter how much you told yourself that it was wrong, that you shouldn't go through with it, that you needed to let her go, no matter how much you swore it would be the last time, it never was. She always came back.
Sometimes she would take days, other times weeks, but never more than a month. Even she couldn't stay away that long, and you couldn't let yourself forget about her either, though not for a lack of trying.
You had a strange relationship. You had loved her, perhaps more than you would ever admit aloud, and she had loved you back, perhaps less than her voice swore, but time kept on dancing on the clock and fate rearranged the pieces, and in that chaos, you realized that you did not fit in with her, that you did not belong by her side.
It was painful to realize it, but deep down, you knew what had to happen. The day she left, the black clouds swirled above your house, as if they could sense your own mood, and yet you managed to smile at her, wish her well, and not call out her name as she was lost in the sea of people.
You spent the first day locked in your room, in the chair or the dressing table, but never in your bed, you couldn't, not when her perfume was still there. By the third you learned to breathe again. On the fifth your feet woke up, on the twelfth you reconciled with sleep, on the fifteenth you recovered the taste for your favorite dishes, on the twentieth you smiled again. And at fiftieth...
On the fiftieth, she came back.
You wish you could say you weren't expecting her, you really wanted to say she had taken you by surprise. But it was not like that. There were no whispered apologies, no warm hugs, no secret smiles, not even that spark that had brought you together in the first place, nothing. Just...she was there. It was a fact, cold and raw, nothing more.
A weak, quick "hello" was all it took for the dance you were now dancing, and had been doing for the past five years, to begin.
It was strange, you didn't know anything about her, about her life, if there was someone you were betraying by receiving her when her most carnal passions needed you, but you didn't care much either.
You missed her, you always missed her, and no matter how much she denied it, you knew she couldn't forget you either, no matter how hard she tried. She was always going to come back, over and over, and over again. Even if she didn't feel any more love for you, just a grudge.
Neither did you if you were honest. You no longer had anything to feel for her, and that was worse.
But you missed her, you missed her so much. You missed not feeling alone, the warmth of sharing a bed with someone, of feeling someone else's skin on yours, of hearing happiness flowing from the lips attached to yours. It didn't matter that the illusion lasted a few hours before she was gone again. It was fine, she would come back, she always did.
"There is no doubt, it is true that habit is stronger than love" you whispered before closing the window and going back to bed.
warnings: slight mentions of smut and a looooooot of fluff. srsly
a/n: anon, i’m not sure it’s quite like you imagined, i kind of went along with the plot and added some stuff. i still hope you like it. :)
later addition: forgot to add the translation to some old norse words haha. well “mín dróttning” means “my queen” and “sváss” means “beloved one, sweetie”. and dearling is the old spelling of “darling”, it’s not a goof. well. now it’s explained.
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It had been six months since Thor asked you to join him in his stay at Asgard, six months of living in pure bliss. Most of the days you had to force yourself to believe it was really true, that you were there with him after all. Waking up to his warm body wrapped around yours so tightly you sometimes had to elbow him to loosen up a little. Waking up to the light, rhythmic snoring and the smell intoxicating you.
There was no single doubt in your mind that being married to that man is everything you want. To give him children and watch those electric blue eyes shine with excitement. He will be such a great dad when the time comes.
With a smile, you wrap yourself in a silk robe and goes to the dining saloon, finding Frigga eating breakfast by herself, which was not an unusual sight.
Often the two of you would be stuck together when both Odin and Thor were called up elsewhere to battle in the name of Asgard. In the beginning, it wasn't so great to be around her. Frigga certainly wasn't pleased with her son's choice, she thought he could much better than a Midgardian, a plebeian. Sif was her obvious choice, she'd spend hours emphasising how great she was. How beautiful. Strong. Fit for a future king.
It had made you feel so little and meaningless, you'd smile and dismiss yourself to your room. Only inside you allowed yourself to cry, your insides sadly agreeing with her. Yes. Thor would be much better with someone like him, someone fit for a future king. And it wasn't you.
The memories stung, you reminiscing on the night he finally found out what his mother was doing. Thor had grown very mad, cheeks bright red in anger.
"My love, why haven't you told me?"
"I-I didn't think it mattered." Your voice is barely a whisper, tears staining your cheeks. "She's your mother, Thor. She only wishes you the best."
His eyes were narrowed, thick arms crossed tightly against his broad chest. It was a sight that would leave anyone trembling in their knees, scared of this man's wrath. Not you though, you could only think that he looked absurdly cute when he was angry. You just wanted to run your fingers through his hair while kissing that adorable pout, the pink bottom lip puckering forward.
A gentle sigh pushed past your lips as you opened your arms to hug him. If anything, you didn't want him to be angry at his mum. He had an adoration for her she had no wishes to destroy, that was why she hadn't said anything. There were so many more things for him to worry about than the petty way of his mother to treat you.
"I am going to speak to her."
"No, baby, you don't have to. It's nothing. So what if she thinks you should marry someone else? She's in her right to want the best partner for you."
"You are it." Although it was meant to be a quiet whisper, Thor's deep, loud voice certainly made itself heard. "You are the best partner for me. I love you, little bird, and I am not allowing my mother to make you think otherwise."
He was crouched forward, his face buried in the crook of your neck, the thick beard bristling the skin. You shivered when his lips found the soft spot slightly below your ear, nibbling at it lightly. Large hands gripping on your hips, heat radiating from his body to yours. You wanted to stay inside his arms forever.
That night he made love to you with so much tenderness, so much care. Thor has never failed at making you feel wanted, whether it was when he pushed you against the door because he couldn’t wait to be inside you or when he spread your legs wide, tasting you at leisure. It was a mad, blinding love. One you wanted to drown in it.
Despite your request for him to keep this between the two of you, he spoke to his mother the day after, while you were still asleep. To this day you’re not quite sure what he said to her, but she hasn’t been anything other than nice to you ever since, always chatting about Thor’s childhood, how this little blond boy grew up to be a warrior, so strong and fearless. She talked about how overprotective he was with her, always ensuring she was okay. You absolutely adored these conversations.
Once the awkwardness was gone, Frigga turned out to be the loveliest woman. She was kind to you and by her blue eyes, ones that looked exactly like Thor’s, you could tell she was actually being sincere. You’d laugh together, have meals together. Finally, she became the mother-in-law you were expecting when you first arrived.
And she had been for the last four months, making you feel much more at home each day.
“Good morning, dearling.” The tall, beautiful woman said, putting down the cup of tea she was having. “I take you had a good night of sleep?”
“Yes. Yes, I had, thank you.” You smile briefly, rubbing your eyes sleepily, going over to take a seat across her. “And you?”
“I have, yes, thank you for asking.”
There was a moment of silence as you poured fresh coffee into a tall mug. Everything smelt absolutely amazing, your stomach growled, arguing in hunger. You hadn’t realised you were so hungry, normally you didn’t eat much in the morning, just the enough, but today you wanted to swallow all the great dishes in front of you.
“They should be back today.” Frigga expresses, sipping at her tea again, a genuine smile on her lips. “Thor must miss you deeply. He was always dispirited when he came here and had to be without you.“
“He misses you too, all the time we spent at Earth, he would tell me stories about his parents, especially about you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, late at night he’d go on about how we would love one another because our personalities were so similar. Then he would laugh, saying that maybe my temper wasn’t just as calm as yours.” A gentle chuckle slips from Frigga, she feels happy to imagine her son being a perfect mama’s boy, gushing about her. “I suppose he wanted the two women in his life to get along.”
“He most certainly did.”
The memory of him makes the two of you exchange an intimate smile, which feels oddly familiar. In the past week that they had been gone, Frigga clung a lot to you, bringing you to her room, braiding your hair… She was honestly treating you like the daughter she haven’t had. Not that you were complaining, you liked the extra care. And being able to tell Thor about his mum would make him happy, so you were even happier.
Breakfast went on and ended in a burst of laughter, Frigga has told you a story from his early childhood, he couldn’t have been more than four when she heard childish screams and ran to find out what was going on. She recalls being so concerned until she saw them, her toddlers inside a bathtub, playing carefree with tiny boats.
In wishes to show you, she took you to a great living room, searching for the pictures that had been taken at the time.
“Look.” She hands you a photograph of said scene. “Loki was always trying to kick his big brother, but seeing them play was so relieving.”
“Oh really? I never thought they had such a complicated relationship, Thor speaks very fondly about his brother.”
“Thor adores Loki, always has, but Loki is… complicated.” As she shrugs, you comprehend it’s a delicate matter. “Never mind that. Look at this one!”
“He was so cute!” There’s another photo in your hands, a pale baby bathing while golden locks fall to his face and he smiles happily. “No wonder he turned out to be so handsome.”
“Although I am his mother, therefore entirely biased, he is a beautiful man.” There’s proud beneath those words, chest slightly inflated. “When you have children of your own, you’ll know what that’s like.”
“Hmm, actually, I was-”
Before you could tell her, two mighty men strolled inside the huge room, their voices loud as they discussed, although you couldn’t quite pin what they were talking about. Your heart thumped upon seeing him, there were minor bruises on his face, but the smile, it had you tingly, blue eyes watching you with adoration. A week was too long for you to be without him.
It didn’t take long for you to feel a pair of strong arms pulling you up from behind to a back hug, his heady scent flooding you completely. After so long, you were at ease. It made you nervous when he took a while to come back home, of course you knew he was strong enough to defeat all of his enemies. It didn’t stop you from being nervous still that one day… Well. No use to dwell on those now, he was home and safe.
“Hello, milady.” Odin takes on of your hands to place a kiss on its back, one of his arms looped around Frigga’s waist. “Hope my Frigga treated you nicely?”
“She is a delight as always, sir.”
“Oh no, no need to call me sir. You’re family.”
Thor smirks against the skin of your neck, where his head is in hiding, long fingers fiddling with your robe's knot. It was such a small sentence but it really got to you. Perhaps it was because of your current state that family suddenly became so important to you. Plus being in an entirely different realm sure made you feel out of place.
"What were my two beautiful women doing?" It was your fiance's turn to ask. "Must say your laughter is certainly satisfactory."
"Your mum showed me some baby pictures of you. You were such a cute child."
"He takes after me." Odin boasts, the four of you laughing in unison. “Why don’t we give them some space, mín dróttnig? Thor has not sealed his lips about this girl in the journey back, he needs time with her.”
“Odin!” Frigga scolds, a blush rising to her pale cheeks. “You are embarrassing our son.”
“Oh no, mother, it is true, I cannot function without my sváss by my side and I have missed her quite a lot.” For a quick moment, you feel him tighten his arm around you. “But what were you showing her?”
“For the cold temperatures here, you sure spent a lot of time naked.” You mocked, giggling at him, noticing the tips of his ears go pink as you look back at him. “It was just you bathing. Loki and you certainly looked cute playing together at four.”
“Mother!”
“And with that, we will leave you to it.”
There’s the reminisce of a chuckle as the elder couple leaves, Thor spinning you to take a proper look at his wife-to-be, taking in all the features he missed when away, the smoothness of your face on his hands and your lips against his. It was a short, desperate kiss, showing all of the longings you both had. When air made itself necessary, you hide your face on his stiff chest, enjoying the warmness it gave you, large hands going up and down your back.
"I see you and my mum are doing well."
You nod.
"I think she wanted to have a daughter instead of boys. One day she took me to her room and spent two hours braiding my hair." Thor snickers. "It's good though. I like spending time with her, makes me miss my mama less."
"Oh, sváss, we'll go to Midgard soon, I have to make sure Asgard is safe."
Reaching up to cup his cheek, you enjoy the prickling his beard causes. It's so sweet how he worries about your wishes even though there's so much in play, so many wars to fight and lives that were dependent on him.
"There's something I want to tell you."
"Yes?" He urges you forward, a crinkle of worry appearing on his forehead. "Is everything okay?"
"I am-" Your lip rests between your teeth as you hesitate. "Oh Thor, how would you feel about having a baby?"
"A baby? Are you with a child?" The booming voice questions, cobalt eyes wide in astonishment.
"Shhhh. I don't want people to know yet."
"Are we becoming grandparents?" Frigga sneaks her head into the room, Odin smiling behind her. The All-Father sensed your different energy. "Why haven't you told me, dearling? We could have started preparing-"
"Mother-" Thor cuts her off. "-You are overwhelming her. She needs peace. Come now, sváss, I shall take you to our chambers."
A loud squeal slips as he lifts you in his arms, your weight disappearing in the magnitude of his thick biceps. You drape your arms on his shoulders, supporting yourself while smiling in pure glee.
"Get my daughter-in-law back, we have planning to do, Thor."
"Later, mother."
And with that, he takes you to your bedroom, your heart filled with happiness. Feeling like your life is exactly where it should be.
He realises it when he sees you falling asleep on the work table beside his. You were one of his interns at Stark Industries, but you were the only one brave enough to make a comeback whenever he made a sarcastic comment on your work and he found himself developing a friendship with you. He invited you to his personal lab and you two would spend hours working. When he sees you asleep there, being so calm and cute, he notices the warmth on his chest and decides you’re what he wants in his life.
Agatha Harkness:
Agatha was used to being the one in charge, always. So, it took her some time to notice when things changed. She convinced herself that the way Agnes flirted with you, was the same she did with everyone else. But when Wanda asked her why she was so mad that you weren’t sitting right beside her, she realised she was in trouble. And the realisation made her a nervous disaster whenever you were near her, to the point where she depended on Wanda to cover her to avoid doing something embarrassing in front of you. Listen, she should be the only one allowed to awake crushes on people ok?
Loki:
Loki would be aware of his crush from the very beginning. You were the only friend he had and the only one who stood for him against Odin himself. He would always flirt with you, even if you thought it was a game, but would always feel his heart racing whenever you flirt back. It took him a few hundred years to actually ask you out.
Frigga:
After she lost Odin, she thought she would never love someone else in her life, nor want to even try. That’s why she was so grateful for your presence. You would always come to save her whenever someone tried to flirt with her. However, when she saw you reading in front of her, concentrated and frowning a little, she knew that maybe, maybe she did find someone else without even trying.
F.R.I.D.A.Y.
Being an AI, she really didn’t understand feelings. She knew them, but couldn’t say she understood them all. She wasn’t even sure she could feel them at all. That’s why she didn't realise she had “feelings” for you until Tony noticed the way she kept pics and videos of you on a special carpet. When he asked her about it, she just said they were “potential useful footage”. Tony just chuckled and let her continue with it but was secretly proud. His little girl was growing up so fast, and he wouldn’t interfere on her first crush.
I still have two more requests to finish, but i have something to ask you all.
So. You may or may not know that my first language is Spanish. And yesterday I was listening to music while I was working and there were several songs that gave me ideas for more fics, some happy and some angsty.
So I was thinking of translating some of the phrases from those songs and making a list for you guys to send me a character and a number. Would you be interested?
Let me know so i can make the list and post it later today
You were sitting on your bed, reading the same book you've been reading for three months now. It was the only book you could save before your home was destroyed.
You have been on Asgard for all that time and so far it hasn't been so bad. People knew you weren't one of them and, even if that meant some didn't trust you, at least they would let you alone, which was wonderful, to be honest. Nobody knew how to approach to you, so everyone tried to avoid you.
Well, almost everyone.
Frigga had tried to make you open up to her since day one. It made sense, the queen was, after all, the only reason why you were alive in the first place. She found you after your planet was destroyed, and she took you to hers. She was the only reason Asgardians accepted you. And you were grateful, you really were. It was just that you have never been good talking to people. And you always felt nervous when she was around.
A green butterfly flew in front of you and then posed on your hand. You stared at it for a second. You knew this. The butterfly flew again and it transformed into a dove, then a cat and a little dragon.
You were petting the dragon's head when you heard Frigga entering the room. You knew she had been there since you were reading.
"Still nothing?" she asked "maybe i'm losing my touch" she added, looking at her hands.
You smiled. Since the first day you arrived, the queen had tried to make you feel comfortable, and when her first attempts failed, she decided to use her magic to make you laugh. By now, it was like a game the two of you had: she would make all sorts of tricks while you tried to stay as stern as possible. Sometimes she won, sometimes you did.
"Unbelievable, your highness" you said "maybe i'm just too broken"
Frigga frowned and walked to you. She didn't say anything but her hands were moving again.
Suddenly, a band aid appeared on your hand, then other on your cheek, and another on your nose. One by one, a lot of band aids, appeared on you
"what are you doing?" you looked at her
"It's something i learned from midgard" she smiled "you put those when someone is hurt"
You laughed. It was not how it worked, but you perfectly knew she knew that.
"was that a laugh, dear?" she smirked and you laughed again
"i guess, you still have the touch after all, your highness"
Frigga smiled and the next you knew, the band aids transformed into feathers and you knew you were in trouble. The queen really meant it when she said she would make you laugh.
