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Summary: Valkyrie found solitude in her sword practice, waiting for someone she never thought to come home. Until they did, then the practice became a dance.
Rated: T
Genre: Angst; Hurt/Comfort; Romance
Word Count: 300
Warnings: Weapons Used Against One Another; Knife Play; Fetish
Author's Note: There may be an expansion of this drabble at some point. It is sort of a continuation of No Ruler Without You because why not? My brain likes to do dumb things...
Knife Play
Valkyrie let out a steady breath, soaking in the silence of the large, low-lit room. Eyes closed, she pictured an imaginary target to spar against. It was one of the few ways she was able to decompress the long, tiring days of rebuilding a now endangered society on Midgard while she waited...
Pushing all thoughts aside, Valkyrie gripped her shortsword and snapped her eyes open, immediately falling into a muscle memory battle routine. The only sound came from the blade slicing the air and the puffs escaping her lips. She fantasized that fateful day of defeating Hela…
Metal clashed against metal, startling Valkyrie back to reality. She was floored to see who's weapon connected with hers. The crooked smile spread across their pale lips as her eyes traveled up to meet their gaze. They appeared a bit disheveled, but still the same prinx she left behind.
'Loki survived…'
No words were exchanged as the pair continued their dance with blades. Her eagerness to take them down increased with each connection of her sword against their dagger. Their faces closed in, and that spark of mischief twinkled in those emerald eyes before they spun away. Anticipating the strike, she dodged their attack and instinctively thrust her sword forward, it sliding just under and against Loki's throat.
They smiled.
Valkyrie swept their feet and landed on top of them, her face hovering mere inches from their face. Loki looked tired, but that spark didn't fade from their eyes.
"You found me."
Loki slid their dagger against her cheek and across her dark lips. She flicked her tongue against the cool metal before curling her slender fingers around theirs at the hilt, pushing the blade back against their chest.
"You didn't hide very well, my King."
"Kept me waiting."
"I beg your forgiveness."