Brunnhilde's eyes flew open. She emitted a hoarse cry and struggled out of bed. She got tangled up in her thin sheet and ended up in a heap on the floor. The Valkyrie didn't get up. She squeezed her eyes shut. At first she thought she was going to throw up, but the feeling passed. Gasping for air, Brunnhilde realized her cheeks were wet. Disgusted with her self, she wiped her eyes and sat on her heels. Valkyrie don't cry. Get ahold of yourself, girl.
She clambered to her feet. Brunnhilde remade her bed, trying not to think about her nightmare. It was the same she'd had every night that week. It was of her best friend, Tyra, who had taken a spear for Brunnhilde. In the dream, Brunnhilde had been walking down a cavernous hall in the Asgard palace. At the end of the hall, Tyra appeared, waving and smiling. She beckoned to Brunnhilde to follow. Brunnhilde tried, but she couldn't reach her best friend. Tyra suddenly disappeared. The hall morphed into a battlefield. Brunnhilde was falling. She saw a spear coming straight at her chest and knew she was doomed. She closed her eyes waiting for the inevitable. But she never felt the pain or even the impact of the spear's contact against her body. Brunnhilde opened her eyes and, to her horror, saw Tyra falling, falling, a spear—the one that was meant for Brunnhilde—in her chest, falling. . .
Brunnhilde ran her hands through her long, dark hair. There wasn't time to dwell on the terrible dream. It wasn't real. It was formed from an old memory Brunnhilde had tried to forget for thousands of years. She took a deep breath. She couldn't waste any time today.
Focusing on the present state of things, Brunnhilde hurried to the main hall of the massive ship. They'd be needing her there. Everyone was preparing to go to Earth. They had already set coarse. Thor and Banner were explaining how everything functioned differently there. Heimdall still seemed wary of the plan. "Something's coming,'' he had told their king. This made Brunnhilde nervous. She couldn't stop thinking about what Loki had told her. About this Thanos character. Was he the "something" Heimdall was referring to? Brunnhilde didn't know. What she did know: Loki thought so. And if Loki thought so. . .
"Morning, Bruno.''
She jumped in surprise. Loki came up from behind, laughing. Brunnhilde groaned. "You idiot. What do you think you're doing?''
"I was just saying hello,'' said Loki innocently. So innocent was his voice, Brunnhilde almost left it at that. Ladies and gentlemen, the god of mischief.
"Hi,'' she grumbled.
He was walking beside her. Their hands brushed.
"Did you sleep well?'' Brunnhilde was tempted tell him that she, in fact, had not in the slightest. But she just nodded. She wasn't sure why. She trusted him. Actually trusted him. She was close enough to him that she felt comfortable telling him about her nightmares. Brunnhilde should have told him. But she held back.
Thor approached them with a winning smile. "Ah, I see your holding hands with a girl, brother.''
Brunnhilde hadn't even realized they were. She quickly let go and wiped her hand on her pants. Loki raised a brow at the least part. Brunnhilde's face flushed. That probably wasn't the best thing to do, you stupid-headed girl. Now you've put him off. She had not put him off though. He just cocked his head and smiled, making her feel worlds better. He crossed his arms at Thor.
"That's not really your business, is it?'' He asked coolly.
Thor opened his mouth to answer, but Loki waved him away. "It's not. What do you want?"
Thor eyed his little brother and the Valkyrie. "Nothing at all. Carry on.''
Brunnhilde watched him go. There was something he wanted them to do. But he was letting them alone instead. She was surprised how grateful she felt.
"Brunnhilde?'' His eyebrows drew together in concern. "Are you alright?''
She forced a smile. "I'm fine, Loki.''
The deity frowned, not buying it. "Come,'' he said. "Let's be alone together.''
They had been alone before, but the way Loki had just said it made Brunnhilde break into a sweat. So much for the Valkyrie being virgins.
Loki led the way to her room. They didn't speak. Brunnhilde sort of zoned out at some points of their walk. She tried to exam Loki's every feature. His sharp jaw. His thin lips. His penetrating eyes. His wavy, midnight locks. His toned body. At some point his arm crept around her waist.
"Here we are,'' Brunnhilde said awkwardly when they entered her room. Loki circled it, observing. He climbed onto her bed and laid down. Loki beckoned to her. Trembling, she slid in next to him. He wrapped his thin arms around her. Brunnhilde snuggled closer. She felt his lips touch her cheek and she gasped, almost pulling away.
Loki ran his cool fingertips up and down her arms, moaning softly.
"Stop that,'' Brunnhilde muttered.
"Stop what?'' He whispered.
"Being so seductive.''
The god of mischief's lips parted in a smile. "Do you really want me to stop?''
Brunnhilde traced his mouth with her pointer finger. "No.'' She rolled on top of him. Brunnhilde stared in his eyes, searching. She found what she was looking for. She found what she had been looking for for a million years. Brunnhilde lowered her head so their bodies were flat against each other. She kissed Loki. The Valkyrie kissed the stupid, annoying, beautiful god of mischief she was in love with.
Sorry for the brief ending. I didn't want to make it too naughty.
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