to valkyrie, it has been five years since you disappeared, and then came back.
to make up for lost time, valkyrie had you on your knees at the edge of the bed, your mouth filled with your favorite burgundy dildo.
valkyrie moans, her superhuman reflexes somehow feeling the euphoria your tongue was giving to the material attached to her body.
"right there, baby," valkyrie reaches down, holding your chin while feeling the salvia coming down on the cock.
she smirks, rubbing your chin as you start to gag.
"you're starved, baby. I know it's been five years but we have all the time now.." valkyrie coos, teasing you as your eyes darken with looking up at her.
your girlfriend might be a superhuman, but you're lucky that magic is not one of her attachments.
if so, she would've cummed down your throat minutes ago.
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 😂
There’s always something that reminds the other of the ones they’ve lost. The way that Hrist’s face looks just enough like Maria’s when Carol is just waking up, that she forgets when she is. Or the way that Carol’s hair when it was longer could catch the glowing gold of the sun just like Róta’s would in the midst of a battle.
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Together, the fallen are remembered
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Look, if nothing else, Valkyrie deserves to actually get a name other than her occupation, and this give it to her…
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