"this wasn't supposed to be this complicated." + Valmora
okay so this isn’t entirely based around the prompt, i’m sorry but I hope you still like itmy first time writing valmora and it’s pure angst. Figures.
Valkyrie laughed as she spun, bringing down her sword, reveling in the fight, alongside her- she glanced over to her right at Gamora her smile growing wider- girlfriend.
Gamora, focusing on the chimes of her laughter through the cacophony of battle, cast a fond look at her partner as she tore the head off some robot trying to decapitate her.
“Having fun?” she called over.
But it wasn’t just fun, fun couldn’t hold a candle to how Gamora made her feel, to how special she felt when she was near. It wasn’t supposed to be like that, it was never meant to be that complicated, they were just meant to be casual partners, just meant to fight together, nothing more. But Gamora had found her while she was still trapped behind the walls she had carefully constructed around herself, and in her own way, slashed them down from the outside, convincing her to break out from within. She lost herself in the memories for a moment, Gamora forcing her to step outside her comfort zone, to go to different planets for more than war, for new experiences, for new people. Which was her mistake. For as she wasn’t fully attentive to her surroundings, an automaton jumped from behind her, reaching out with it’s blade, too fast for even Valkyrie to stop him, too fast for Valkyrie to register what was happening, too fast for Valkyrie to see Gamora lunge in front of her intercepting the blade with her body, falling down in front of Valkyrie, blood spurting from her wound.
Around them the battle raged, the guardians and revengers shooting and slashing, but to Valkyrie, in that moment there was nothing, nothing but herself and her fallen lover, lying at her feet as Valkyrie sank to the ground next to her, one thought reverberating through her mind.
Not again. I can’t do this again. Please not again.
“Valkyrie. Brunhilde.” Gamora smiled up at her weakly, her whisper somehow reaching through the sounds of battle that was just so much more noise in Valkyrie’s ears now, so unimportant compared to what was happening now.
“Gamora. Please. Please don’t leave me.” Valkyrie was leaning over her, gathering Gamora in her arms, cradling her head against her chest as she sat on the blood soaked floor. “Gamora, please.”
“No, don’t say that! Don’t be sorry, stay with me!” Valkyrie blinked back hot tears as she looked down at Gamora, but she knew the truth, knew the poison from the blade had already begun working, knew there was no antidote, knew that Gamora wouldn’t make it out of this, knew that she would be left alone again.
“I’m sorry.” Gamora repeated again, her voice draining away. “I love you so much. And I’m sorry.”
Valkyrie wanted to scream, to tell her to stop stop apologizing, stop dying, just stop and be okay, jump up like it was just another battle scar in the making. But she could do none of that, just hold her closer, as Gamora continued in labored breaths.
“Please. Be strong for me Brunhilde. Don’t cut yourself off again. Don’t run away. Even when it hurts. Please do that for me.”
Valkyrie just looked back at her, a wild hopeless look in her eyes.
“I love you, Brunhilde. Don’t you ever forget that.” Gamora shut her eyes then, sinking down, and Valkyrie felt it, her pulse slowing to a halt, her breath stopping in her chest. She gently lay her down, getting up and slowly backing away. The battle had abated by now and the rest of their teams were coming over, dawning realization casting horrible looks on their faces. She surveyed the scene, trying to come to her senses through the fog that seemed to have descended.
She wanted to stay, she wanted to be strong, she wanted that so much. But it hurt, and it was too much, it was overwhelming her, it was happening again, she was left alone, the woman she loved was gone, and she was screaming now, a roar of pure mourning and anguish that she couldn’t stop, and the team was backing away, not wanting to approach and they shouldn’t, she was a creature of rage now, rage born from pain, she wasn’t a person to approach, a person to care for, a person to love. Through the red mist that seemed to have blanketed the world she saw them moving away from her, and she looked back at Gamora’s broken body on the ground. It was never meant to be this complicated. Never meant to hurt this much.
“I’m sorry.” Now it was Valkyrie whispering it, to the ghost Gamora had left behind, to whatever memories were yet remaining. “I’m so sorry.”