May 19 - "You and I would have really attractive children." for Valkyrie/Bucky? Maybe with some risqué fluff? for @theonewithwaytoomanyfandoms
Written by @backwardsandinhighheels
Bucky took a long swig of his drink, relishing the burn as it rolled down his throat. He’d never had the money for expensive liquor, back in the day, but Tony’s stash was the only stuff that had a chance at getting him drunk.
He reached for the bottle to top up his glass, only to find it snatched out of his grasp. “Hey!” he scowled. “Give that back.”
The brunette, the one who’d arrived with Thor, shook her head. “This is mine now.” She narrowed her eyes at him. “Why are you up here by yourself? I thought Stark disapproved of people drinking alone.”
“They give me some leeway. Why are you here, if not to drink alone?”
“You’re here, aren’t you? So I’m not drinking alone.” She capped off her irrefutable logic with a swig from her stolen bottle.
He repressed a smile. “How can we be drinking together if I don’t know your name?”
“Brunnhilde, formerly of Asgard.”
“Alright, pleased to meetcha, Brunnhilde. I’m Bucky. Of Brooklyn, I suppose, though Stark’s been pretty good at putting us all up here.”
“Is this accommodation typical of Midgard?”
Bucky laughed. “Hell, no. These are the flashest digs I’ve ever seen, and that’s before you include the smart tv that’s bigger than the apartment I grew up in.”
She peered in the direction he indicated. “Why is there a moustache on that screen?”
“I think it was a game Stark was playing,” Bucky told her. “You watch a movie and take a drink when someone on screen has the moustache on.”
Brunnhilde lit up. “I like that.”
“You wanna pick something to watch?”
She waved a dismissive hand. “Whatever.”
Bucky turned the tv on, flicked through the choices, and picked one at random. Something light and colourful, one with a few awards. “Grab us a few bottles, would you?”
Grinning, Brunnhilde emptied a shelf of bottles and sprawled beside him on the couch, the bottles between them. “Let’s do this.”
~~~
“What the hell was that?” Bucky stared at the screen. “That was the worst ending ever.” He grabbed for the last bottle, but missed as Brunnhilde moved it out of his grasp. “Gimme that. I do not say this lightly but I need to forget that.”
“What was wrong with it?” she asked, genuinely bemused at his vehemence.
“It needs a happy ending.” He could feel the alcohol buzz fading already.
Brunnhilde screwed up her face. “In my experience, endings aren’t happy. They got what they wanted, isn’t that enough?”
“Maybe. But they don’t end up together! I wanted them to be successful together, not end with her having a kid with another guy. Isn’t that the point of these sorts of stories?”
She shrugged. “I wouldn’t know. Valkyries aren’t allowed to have children and remain a Valkyrie.”
He went to reply that the kid wasn’t the point, but paused. He’d done a crash course on Norse myth, much like anyone who came into contact with Thor. “You’re a Valkyrie?”
“Once, a long time ago. Not anymore.” She stared moodily down at the bottle she held, then back up at him. A slow smile spread across her face. “You know, you and I would have really attractive children.”
Bucky blinked. “Really?”
By way of answer, she leaned forward to capture his mouth with hers. Though she tasted of the liquor they’d been passing between them, there was nothing hazy about the way she looked at him. He took the bottle from her hand and wrapped an arm around her waist; she threaded her fingers in his hair, tugging him closer. It was messy and sweet and when he pulled away, they were both panting.
“Yeah, I don’t know,” he answered, “but I’m willing to find out. How about I show you what a happy ending looks like?”
Brunnhilde smiled and reclaimed the bottle, tilting it to catch the last drops as they fell from the rim. “Best idea you’ve had all night.”
