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It was not for several years until Lila Barton fully understood what Thor had done to her, not until when they were at the funeral for Nick Fury. For when the thunder god had died, he had not done so as Prince Thor Odinson.
But as King Thor All-Father.
So as his successor mourned the death of her surrogate grandfather, for whom old age and battle scars from the Infinity War had finally caught up to, she finally tapped into her true power, and made a constellation of him in the sky.
Her grief had made stars.
Without conscious thought she had rewritten the heavens themselves.
And she was forced to accept the truth.
She was Queen Lila Thor Barton All-Mother, with all the power and responsibility that came with it.
Consequently she stopped using her powers mainly for causing snow days or perfect picnic weather. Or controlled rainstorms to water the plants on hot days. Or…
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Lady Sif shook her head, caught between annoyance and amusement.
When Odin had been king, his method of dealing with insubordinate subjects started at a glare and a scathing dressing down. Failing that, he gave an object demonstration of why he was a warrior king. Thor had also been willing to give a thrashing, at least until he matured. Then he had just beaten them down with a disapproving look or reasoning.
Their new queen's approach was to flick her wrist and throw Mjolnir squarely upon the foot of whoever was being disrespectful, making them unable to move from that spot. Then she would walk away to play video games until she got bored, or she needed the hammer for something.
If her victims were really upset about it, Queen Lila would get someone to record their ravings for her to watch and later laugh at.
All in all, it was a surprisingly effective way to deal with arrogant males.
Well, this new royal line is indeed making things interesting, Sif thought smugly.
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Guillotine. Definitely death by a guillotine, Lila seethed.
She had been practicing her stealth training by making sure that there were no hidden policies being implemented behind her back. She had no interest in being one of those innocent monarchs who discovered some subordinate was implementing some dastardly plot behind her back; her brothers would never stop teasing her about being a cliché. Yet what she had found was worse than she imagined.
Dating Policy for the Queen:
Offer her an honour guard to escort her on her date for her to refuse
Have someone clumsily follow her for her to find and then order back to New Asgard (Note: must be a volunteer(s) in case she gets angry)
Hidden Eyes/mini-stealth satellites overhead
No less than ten (10) aircraft standing by to deploy for air support and additional troops
No less than twenty (20) carefully trained and certified scouts surrounding her unseen at all times. Scouts must also be skilled in the application of potions/tranquilizers if it is necessary to put whoever is courting the Queen to sleep
There was even more, but Lila had had enough and was storming off to find the culprits.
Around the corner, Hawkeye was smirking to himself. Not bad, kiddo, but your stealth training needs improvement. I was sure you'd find the real dating protocols on this foray. Oh well.
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Author Notes:
Thanks to The Aberrant One for the ideas!