Legal Disclaimer: My work is my own creative intelligence and property, but I do not own the original source material it stems from (I wouldn't be writing fanfiction if it was). The opinions and interpretations of characters reflected in my stories may not follow what is portrayed from the source material. Please don't sue me, I'm a stay at home mom.

Author's Note: Look, I just woke up one day, watched Thor: Ragnarok and thought: "Wow, there is some sexual tension going on between Loki and Valkyrie or what?" And I fixed that. So, you're welcome.

Also, nowhere in the MCU canon does Tessa Thompson's character get an actual name. When you remove a character's name and replace it with a job's title, you are removing their personhood. Before anyone thinks to use this defense: interviews and wiki entries are not canon. With that in mind, I have taken the liberty in correcting that in this piece and have established that the Last Valkyrie will be known in this work, and any of my future works that involve the character, as Eir, and the Valkyrie that we see in her flashback (and who matches the comics version of the character pretty damn accurately) will bear the name Brunnhilde, should she ever be mentioned. Yes? Yes. Deal with it.

Now, onto the plotless smut.

Warning Tag: Explicit Sexual Scenes, Language

Word Count: 1,668

To Tame A Valkyrie

Loki threw the Valkyrie back after rifling through her memories. He was shocked at what he saw, but kept it hidden as he got to his feet. Slowly approaching her at an angle, Loki conjured a dagger for good measure so when she recovered he'd be prepared. Knowing that he was up against one of the elite—albeit now extinct—protectors of Asgard, he couldn't help but feel quite drawn to this woman.

"I should have known you were a Valkyrie," he said, watching her intently. "I've studied their fighting style. Though you've diverged from it a fair bit from what I recall."

She whipped around to face him with a glint in her eye, not seeming to appreciate the words of subtle praise coming from him. She promptly swiped his legs out from under him followed by a hard kick to his chest. He was flat on his back when she knocked the dagger from his hand and straddled his waistline to further subdue him.

"You talk too much," she growled, but he could tell she was hesitating for a moment while processing the expression in his own eyes.

She tried to get a sly hit in, but he blocked it with his forearms, gripping one of her wrists in his hands like a vice.

"I find your techniques quite alluring," he said, breathless, staring her down with unchecked admiration and desire as he shoved against her arms to push her back. "You were legendary."

Loki managed to shift his hips at the same time, throwing off her balance just enough for him to wrap a leg over her shoulder and throw her off him. Loki immediately pounced on her, pinning her arms to her sides and straddling her thighs to keep her restrained, his face mere inches from hers.

"Though flattering, I'm gay," she retorted, but didn't turn away to put distance between their very close faces.

"So am I." Loki leaned in, grazing his lips against her ear. "Eir."

He felt her body shiver slightly at her true name, and he pulled back just enough to take in her expression. Her eyes were dilated some and she stopped struggling against him, though she did try to put on a perturbed face by half-glaring instead.

"Or do you just prefer Scrapper? Maybe Valkyrie?" Loki goaded, releasing one of her wrists to curl a finger through a loose tendril of hair. "Personally, Eir suits you better. Maiden of Healing and Mercy. Though it seems like you could do with some healing yourself."

With a subtle movement of his wrist, Loki changed his clothing (and appearance) to something more comfortable and alluring to her. A short, billowy silver garment with a low collar and a sheer to it that teased to reveal the pale skin underneath replaced the leather garb. Loki pressed her breasts against Eir's stomach, and she blatantly stared into the revealing collar dip to drink in what was underneath.

"I hope you will grant me that blessing," Loki continued in a soft, seductive voice.

"You… you…" she stuttered, meeting her gaze. "You're a woman?"

"Sometimes," Loki whispered back, grinding her crotch into her hips for good measure.

Eir's eyes widened slightly, taking her freed arm to wrap into Loki's hair and pulled her down. She captured her lips with her own, they both completely forgetting about the task appointed by the Grandmaster. A demanding jerk of her hips had Loki pull away, holding up a hand in front of them.

"Not here."

"My room," she said immediately, pulling her back to her to finish what she started.

Loki allowed her tongue to part her lips and explore them. She flicked her wrist and a portal opened up beneath them and the two dropped right through it. Eir was startled by the sudden motion, but relaxed when she landed on the soft bedding. A quick glance of the indigo blue patterns against the stark white on the wall and fabrics donning the bed indicated she was in her room. The biggest differences being that she now wore a matching-colored tank top and silver-white underwear that she wore under her armor and Loki was beside her.

Eir's jaw slackened, taking Loki in. She returned her wandering eyes, all feelings of hostility toward each other completely melting into complete lust. Loki found that the indigo complimented the soft brown of her skin well, making her all that more desirable.

"You need to be worshiped properly,"

Loki said, moving very cat-like to climb back over her.

Eir tilted her head at this. "What's stopping you?"

Loki didn't respond, instead she started to slowly move up her body, leaving trails of soft kisses over her stomach while her hands slid up her sides, easily pulling up the flimsy tank top enough for Loki's mouth to find Eir's breasts. She nuzzled against them, feeling the cool metal piercings on her deep dusty rose-colored nipples before she captured one in her mouth. Eir rolled her head back, arching into the contact, letting out a stifled gasp when Loki's wandering hand cupped her other breast and gently rolled her other pierced nipple between her fingers. She tangled her fingers in Loki's dark locks, tugging on it whenever her body shook from the way her tongue moved over her breasts.

Loki shifted her hips to straddle her waistline, and Eir could feel the damp heat collecting against her pelvis, indicating that she was practically weeping with desire. Releasing her nipple, Loki nipped her collarbone before slowly snaking her way back down her body, using her wicked tongue to leave a cool, shuddering trail in its wake, dipping into her navel for good measure.

Loki curled fingers over the undergarments band and swiftly pulled them off, and Eir eagerly dug her fingers into her hair, pushing her downward.

"I need to feel you," Eir whispered, whining ever so slightly when she felt fingers flutter over her clit.

Loki slid a hand around her hip, grabbing her arse and using the leverage to pull her closer. She gently stroked Eir's rose-colored pearl, pleased to see her respond to it with a jerk of her hips.

"So eager," she muttered, slipping two fingers into her to feel that she was just as wanting as she was.

She toyed with Eir for a moment, sliding wet fingers over her clit before lightly blowing over it, sending her body quivering. Loki lowered her head closer, lightly kissing her inner thigh before lapping up a trail of desire that escaped there.

"So marvelous…"

Loki flicked her tongue against Eir's clit, and she clenched her thighs briefly against her shoulders. Her hand dug deeply in her hair, the other seeking comfort in a bunched up sheet beside her. With a secretive smirk, Loki dipped her tongue into her folds. The satisfying gasp shot straight into Loki's own core as she continued to sink her tongue deeper, making sure that her fingers worked her slowly in unison. Loki found her rhythm easily, but pulled away just as quickly as she started and replaced it with her long, slender fingers instead. Loki nipped at an inner thigh, pelvis, and hip, drinking in Eir's reaction and enjoying seeing her squirm under her touch and mouth, wanting to worship who and what she was properly and thoroughly.

"Norns, just fuck me, Loki," Eir panted out with a snap between moans after enduring Loki's teasing fingers and lips for what felt like ages.

"As you wish," she said, removing her skilled fingers only to slip her tongue in their stead.

Eir moaned loudly, rolling her hips into Loki as she drank her in, working her desire in all possible ways. Her fingers teased her clit and massaged her lips while her tongue unlocked a forbidden place deep in Eir's core. She buried both hands in Loki's hair then, feeling the desire build and knot in her stomach. She was close and she wanted to ride it out with Loki deep between her legs. Loki had grabbed her hips now, digging damp, manicured fingers into her dark skin as she slid her tongue out and over her clit, sucking at it briefly and just enough to completely unravel the Valkyrie. Eir let out a breathless gasp, moaning at the sensation as she arched her back, body vibrating from the release.

Loki lapped up her nectar, aiding in her unwinding with a delicate tongue and holding Eir's lower back firmly in her hands to stabilize her. Her body went limp once the last wave rode through her, and Loki gently laid her down and snaked up her again before nestling in next to her. She pressed her own dripping lust into Eir's hip for good measure once they settled.

They simply laid there, soaking in each other's presence, coming down from the height of their lust, all sprawled out and tangled around each other. Eir combed her fingers through Loki's hair, and Loki all but purred at the touch as she nuzzled the Valkyrie's neck, sucking at the sensitive flesh.

"Why would you want to worship someone like me? I'm a nobody," Eir asked after several minutes of mindless bliss.

Loki hummed against her throat, offering it a gentle graze of her teeth. "I beg to differ. You didn't seem to be complaining."

"But you're a goddess," Eir retorted, slightly stumbling over the last word. "And royalty. Surely there are far more enticing options out there for you."

"Not as enticing as the Last Valkyrie ever will be," Loki replied, smiling wickedly. "But if you do not agree, why not show me how you would worship your own plaything and I might consider keeping you anyway."

Eir quirked a brow, slipping a leg between Loki and the bed, she wrapped it around her waist and maneuvered them both so that she now cradled Loki beneath her. Loki matched her dangerous smile, twirling the loose strands of her hair with her long, pale fingers.

"I would be delighted to, Your Majesty."