#helaxreader

Tony tossed a 3D dart onto the screen, huffing as it landed in the middle of the ocean. There were numerous darts already pinned on more unsavoury places around the globe that you really weren’t a fan of.

“What do you say about that one then, Y/N?” he said, breaking the silence. “The middle of the ocean must be quiet enough for the both of you. Maybe you’ll find Atlantis.”

“Quit it, Stark,” Natasha replied. “Finding a new location for them is not the most ideal plan at this time.”

“Just trying to cheer everyone up, Nat.”

“Well stop trying, because it won’t work.”

“Don’t bicker,” you interrupted. “But Natasha is right. I can’t wrap my head around moving away to somewhere like Antarctica right now.”

“We could send them to Barton’s safehouse?”

“I really don’t think we should bother Clint right now,” Nat replied, her tone low and remorseful.

“But he’s all alone! Surely some company--”

“Stark.”

Her curt voice made you wince, realizing the implications of Hawkeye being ‘all alone.’ You picked at the nail a little more, wondering if you should try to reach out to him later to see how he was doing.

“Your world really is just crumbling at your feet, isn’t it?” Hela added, sensing the uneasiness across the room. “How easily humans break.”

“You’re not really helping your image right now, Hela,” you murmured across the table.

“She’s right though,” Thor agreed. “What is the rest of humanity supposed to do now?”

“We go into hiding,” Tony crossed his arms. “We find ways to live low. And maybe someday we find a way to fix it.”

“Why’s it always gotta be us, huh?” you sighed.

“That’s the shit you get with the name of Earth’s Mightiest Heroes, sweetheart.”

“Why not find a way to fix this now?” Rhodey piped in. “Find who we can, buckle down, then locate Thanos.”

“Rhodey, we don’t even know if there is even a way to fix this at all,” Natasha sighed. Her eyes were weary and glossy with unspoken emotions. Your friends had all been tired for a very, very long time.

“I don’t know about you, but I would love to take a break for a while. Let the governments fix their half-empty countries. We’ve done enough,” Tony shrugged. “I’ve always wanted to have a cottage in the middle of nowhere, you know? With like, a lake. Maybe some birds.”

“Tony Stark in the wilderness? That would make a good reality show,” you commented. He chucked a 3D dart at you and it passed through your shoulder.

“Hey, you’d be surprised how capable I am out there.”

“But seriously, why not? We have all the capabilities of going into space and finding Thanos,” Rhodey continued, seemingly the only one with any vigour and charisma left out of everyone in the room. Probably out of everyone in the entire state at this point.

“Rhodey if you don’t stop talking I will snap your back,” Loki said. “Imagine we find Thanos tomorrow, how on earth could any of us take him on? We can barely stand.”

“We need a break,” you said. The group looked at you, stillness settling in the room. It was unusual, being the one they turned to for reason and leadership. You had to admit it would take some getting used to. “Hell I need a break, and I’m not even a superhero.”

You stood up, legs aching from the adrenaline, the running, and events of the day. Suddenly all you could think of was a long, steamy bath. “Tony is right. Plus, if we’re all in the same place, we’re easy targets. The world is too unbalanced and unstructured for us to make any plans like we did before. And... well, maybe we can even find peace with it.”

“Peace with half of the world disappearing?” Nat scoffed.

“Just for now,” you added, chewing your lip.

“Look, the last few weeks have shown me the reality of the Avengers, and all you aliens, gods, whatnot.” You gestured around the room with an absent, flitting hand, “The way you live your lives will kill you if you let it. But that means you have to keep fighting. And...” you felt a sudden wave of emotions choking your voice. You looked down at the table and tapped it absentmindedly with a finger. “...I don’t want to keep fighting anymore. I don’t think any of us can.”

Steve had been quiet up until now, his chin resting on his fist as he watched the conversation unfold. You sat down slowly as he spoke, now that there was a pause, “It’s settled then. Those of us who want to go into safehomes get to do so. Those who want to stay here or around civilization get to do so. We stay in touch when needed, but we go on with our lives. All we can do now is lay low and rebuild the world.”

“And ourselves,” you muttered. You felt the brush of a heel against your leg and you looked up to meet Hela’s gaze as she pressed reassuringly against you underneath the table.

“I’m knackered,” Tony stretched languidly and let out a deep breath. “Goodnight kids. We’ll figure the rest out tomorrow.”

“Shouldn’t we eat first?” you asked. “I don’t know about you, but I could use a burger right now.”

Tony snapped his fingers in agreement and pointed at you, “this is why I’ve always liked you, kid.”

-

Your new room was a bit larger than the last, fitting for both you and Hela. Your limbs were jittery with nerves as the evening had ticked by. Dinner was solemn until Tony put on a rock playlist, and you were pulled to your feet to dance on top of the dinner table. You were glad for the distraction. Hela had laughed at the sight of you spinning around without a care in the world. The sound had struck you in the heart and left you on a high the rest of the evening.

Thor, Hela and Loki kept at bay all night, which you were grateful for. No one tried to fight or kill one another. You had leaned over to your Goddess and whispered praise for actually behaving for once. She had replied with a darkening of her cheeks that surprised you.

Now, Hela was scanning the room, wondering why everything was so sleek and bare. Where were the gold decorations? Where were the elaborate furnishings? The bed frame was practically a box with no real character added to it.

“Tasteless,” she commented, just as the sound of the shower in the bathroom adjacent to the bedroom turned off. Hela stiffened, looking around at what she should do when you came back into the room.

A few minutes later you re-entered the room with a clean face and pyjamas on. Hela was fumbling with the bookcase. She was snarling under her breath, and you bit back a smile. A simple hair tie kept her thick black hair out of her face, and you were struck again by the domestic sight of her in the same room as you. It felt like a lifetime since you had seen her like this.

Hela kept opening the slim book covers with no pages inside, dumbfounded by the lack of paper and why on earth Stark would keep empty books like this.

“Tap the inside cover with your finger,” you suggested. Hela glanced up, startled by your voice. Her green eyes flitted longingly over your form for a moment before she did as you suggested. The book lit up with the title Treasure Island. She tapped it again and it popped out of the book in a projected screen from the metal cover.

“You humans make everything so complicated,” she huffed.

“Did you need the bathroom?” you asked, nonchalantly, closing the bathroom door behind you.

“No, thank you,” she said, putting the book back in its place. When she turned,  you were already under the covers, tucking yourself deeper under the blankets. A silence followed between the two of you.

“What?” you asked, pondering over her continued stare. She seemed... lost.

“I’ve missed you,” she whispered, barely audible.

As the shock of her vulnerability passed through you, your eyes brimmed with  hot tears again. You held up the covers and beckoned her into bed.

Instantly, her arms were around you. The armour dug into you, but as she held you it melted away until your body came in contact with bruised, soft skin.

“I’m sorry I ran,” she whispered against your neck, face buried there.

“Stop apologizing.”

“But I am.”

“We both did stupid things,” you said. Her leg came to wrap around your hip, tugging you even closer. Oh, how you had missed her touch.

“Hela,” you muttered as her lips began pressing against your collar bone, fingers grasping to pull your shirt down a little. She stilled, meeting your eyes with an unwavering gaze.

“Please don’t leave again.”

Her eyebrows furrowed with emotion as you tucked hair behind her ear and sighed. She pulled you closer and then rolled you onto your back before straddling your middle. You couldn’t tear your eyes away from hers as she leaned down to kiss you.

“Never again, my love.”

Your breath hitched with excitement as her cool hands slid under your shirt and cupped your middle around your ribcage. Her mouth opened for you and you gladly pulled her closer as your tongue explored hers.

“Call me that again,” you asked huskily, rolling your hips as her thumbs brushed over your nipples.

“My love,” she said, lips pressing against your neck, just by your ear. Her low voice made your tummy do wonderful flips. “My only.”

You finally managed to get your brain working again and reminded yourself to touch her. You reached up and cupped her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh eagerly. Then you trailed down, holding onto her thigh as you urged her to rock against you.

Hela growled by your ear, making you shiver. She pulled away to undress you and sat back to look at you, hands stilling as she stared at you again.

“I love you.”

You didn’t think tears would be the way you were going to respond to that, but they prickled at the edge of your eyes anyways.

“I love you too.”

She covered your body with hers and you wrapped yourself around her, kissing her with everything you could muster.

At some point, one of her hands had made its way down your middle and was circling your aching clit. The gentleness of it made you mewl desperately, and she swallowed your cries eagerly. The orgasm it gave you was soft, deep and left your core aching for more.

“Can I taste you?” you whispered.

Wordlessly, Hela laid back and you switched places, your hands palming her supple thighs and stomach, before pressing and coaxing her to open her legs for you.

“You’re everything,” you murmured, kissing her abdomen. She huffed in amused confusion,

“What does that--?”

She didn’t get a chance to finish her question, and you didn’t think to answer, because you buried your mouth in her core and all Hela could do was let out a weak gasp.

She rocked her hips against your mouth with slow movements, enjoying your soft and nervous pace. Her hand wrapped itself in your hair, and she murmured sweet nothings as you suckled her clit and made her quiver with a gentle, cascading orgasm.

Both of you were sweating lightly by the time you came up for air and you couldn’t help but giggle as she groaned and stretched with post-orgasmic bliss.

“Come,” she requested, opening her arms. You settled in her hold, burying your nose in her soft hair. She was fresh and clean and alive, and you couldn’t have asked for a better way to finish the day.

“You really think I’d run off after last night?” she whispered, shuffling to kiss your lips, to which you let out a hum of delight. “I think it’s quite the opposite. You may never get rid of me now.”

“Good,” you said in return, straddling her and pushing the sheets off of the both of you.

A chime sounded and Alfred piped up from the living room, “Incoming call from Tony Stark, Miss Y/N.”

“Put him to voicemail,” you said, kissing down Hela’s pale neck and chest. “I’m busy.”

Two strong hands raked through your hair as you continued your way down.

“Y/N,” Hela breathed, chest rising. Her dark hair was cascading on the pillows. You gripped her hips and bit into the strong flesh of her thighs. Her legs opened wider and she squirmed on the bed.

She pulled your hair harder, “don’t tease,” she commanded, voice dripping with arousal.

You pulled back a moment and watched her appearance change from defiant to desperate, hands clawing at you for support.

“My house, my rules,” you smirked. “Stay down. No touching. Understood?”

Hela stared at you, incredulity written all over her face. You dipped a suggestive finger between her thighs and then she relented, relaxing into the sheets as you settled between her, legs, triumph and arousal surging through you.

When you both awoke again later, in a sweaty heap on the bed, you eventually got her up on her feet and dressed, though it took far too long with multiple distractions along the way.

“Come along,” you pulled her to the living room. Suddenly your home seemed far too small to contain your feelings. You wanted to jump and scream with happiness,

Hela could not remember the last time she had smiled so much. Perhaps because she felt very sexually satisfied for the first time in centuries, but watching you bounce from room to room with stars in your eyes made her question if it was something more than that.

That filled her with both delight, and dread.

“Here, sit,” you ordered her, “what do you wanna eat?”

“Is that a trick question?” Hela asked silkily. When you looked over at her, green eyes roved suggestively over your body with a raised eyebrow. You turned red and walked towards the fridge, muttering something about obscene Asgardians.

The screen on the fridge lit up, stating ‘5 missed calls from Tony S.’

You frowned a little, staring at the fridge until two hands gripped your waist from behind.

“Y/N,” Hela murmured. You bit your lip as she turned you around in her grip, the notifications forgotten for a moment.

“Darling,” she whispered, “we should talk.”

“Already? Isn’t that something for like, the third date?” you giggled.

“Our circumstances are not ideal, you know that,” she continued, serious now. “I’m a fugitive in the eyes of your people.”

“Hardly. House guest, remember?”

“We cannot-, you and I are not...”

“Not what? Compatible? Bullshit.”

“I see the way you look at me.” That shushed you. “But this cannot go on.”

“Oh really? Why not? You seemed to be enjoying it just as much as I was last night,” you bristled. A hand cupped your face. Hela’s eyes were filled with cold determination, but her touch was soft.

“I am a Goddess, dear,” she said. “You are human.”

“That didn’t stop Thor,” you bit back, and immediately regretted it. She looked taken aback a moment, and sighed.

“And where is she now, hm? Sweetheart, as much as I like it here, there isn’t a way where we could ever be more than just this.”

“Don’t say that,” you whispered. “Don’t say you just like it here. Because unless you’re a really good actor or just love fucking, last night was not you just liking it.”

“Y/N-,”

“Say it, Hela. Please. This wasn’t just a one-off fuck, I know that. Tell me the truth,” you pleaded. “Tell me you want to stay. With me.”

Hela’s heart was throbbing with pain and love as she looked at you, young, thriving, alive, but so very mortal. Her throat was choking up, and she could barely make herself say it.

You were about to plead and confess your stupid amount of love for her when the front door swung open.

There stood Tony, in filthy and shattered pieces of armour. He was the only one who could probably override Alfred’s system without any hassle since he was the one who created it, but you yelped in surprise nonetheless.

Behind him were an equally filthy Thor and Black Widow, looking exhausted and defeated.

“Oh my,” you managed to say. Hela stepped away from you quickly, but the three newcomers saw your embrace nonetheless.

Tony, completely disinterested in Hela, came up to you quickly.

“Three things. Go,” he ordered, one of his iron gloves charging up. His eyes were wild, and you could barely process his words at first. You then began prattling off the three secret things you and him had agreed upon to be codewords between the two of you. When Tony realized it truly was you and believed it, he wrapped you in a tight hug.

“Ouch!” you exclaimed at the jutting metal scraps of his suit digging into your skin.

“Sorry,” he said, pulling away. “Had to make sure.”

“Y/N, the hell is going on here?” Thor growled, eyes darting between you and Hela, who was leaning against the counter opposite you, wearing regular clothes, arms unshackled and crossed nonchalantly.

“I- nothing. I should be asking you the same question,” you retorted. “Where’s Loki?”

Thor shook his head and your heart sank.

“What happened?”

“This is her, then?” Natasha asked, your question ignored, eyeing up Hela.

“Uh, this is Hela, my.. friend. Hela, this is Tony and Natasha.”

“Friend my ass, what the hell have you two been up to? Seriously, Y/N, it hasn’t even been that long,” Tony scolded, glaring at her.

“Hey, shut up, Stark. You don’t know half of it.”

“And neither do you, clearly. Have you any idea what’s been happening out there? Why the hell didn’t you answer any of my calls?”

“What? Everything’s fine here, and I haven’t been outside in a little while, okay? What’s happened?”

Thor slammed a hand against the wall, and if it wasn’t for Tony’s architectural reinforcements, he would’ve made a hole. “Thanos won.”

Hela’s face went pale, but you didn’t notice as you tried to remember what you knew about Thanos.

“What?”

“Thanos.” Natasha hissed, putting her hands on her hips. “Half the world’s just gone. Vanished. We lost.”

“Hold on, what are you even talking about?” you asked, confused, laughing nervously. “There’s no way.. you guys never lose.”

“They’re right, Y/N,” Hela whispered. Silence followed and you looked at her as if she’d grown three heads.

The four of you stared at the Goddess and she approached you carefully.

“That’s what I felt yesterday. Impending doom.”

“You... knew?” you asked, voice small.

“Not exactly. But... there was something,” her eyes darted over your face, trying to read your reaction as she kept talking. “I didn’t know it was Thanos at first, I swear.”

Thor rushed forward and yanked Hela back by her hair, spinning them around to slam her back against the wall. She groaned in pain and your heart jumped.

“Thor!” you yelled, but couldn’t do anything else.

“What do you know?” he growled. His hand was gripping her neck, the neck that had just been recovering from the red marks of the collar she’d been wearing for days straight. The neck that you’d kissed and stroked and admired just the night before. You blinked back tears, but held you ground.

"Tell us!” he shouted. Hela breathing was ragged and you snapped, reaching to grab at his arm.

“Thor- Thor, please, you’re hurting her,” you began, and then quickly adding, “she can’t speak if you’re choking her, you idiot!”

He let her go and she slumped to the ground. Your heart broke in a million pieces, but Thor held you back, whether because he knew you’d rush to her side or out of concern that Hela was a threat. The three Avengers aimed at your new lover pressed against the wall as they waited.

“I knew of.. Thanos,” Hela grumbled hoarsely, looking at Thor and avoiding your gaze altogether. “We all did. You cannot go about conquering worlds and not know of Thanos. But he never came close to Asgard, so he was never a concern of ours.”

“That’s where you’re wrong, sister,” Thor growled. “The minute we were back in space after we left you here, Thanos came to take the Tesseract, the Space Stone.”

Hela’s face drained of its remaining colour, and you listened intently to what he said, all good feelings of the morning and night before disappearing as Thor explained what had happened.

“He killed half of our remaining people,” Thor’s voice was nearly breaking. “For the sake of his mission. There’s hardly anyone left. And now Earth, too!”

“Did you know Thanos was coming to Earth?” Natasha asked coolly. Hela shook her head slowly, her eyes misty.

“Did he... kill everyone?” you asked, shaking.

“He used the Infinity Stones to snap half of our population out of existence,” Tony said. “They’re basically dead, but not. Just... smoke.”

“Who?” you trembled, hugging yourself tightly.

“Fury,” Tony began, staring at the ground. “T’Challa, Wanda... Peter.”

“No!” you gasped, your mind reeling. You shook your head in disbelief, wobbly on your feet.

“They’re not the only ones,” Natasha added.

“And there’s nothing we can do?” you asked.

“We don't know yet. It’s been... busy,” Tony said. You grabbed a glass of water, shaking.

“Y/N,” Natasha came up to you and put a reassuring hand on your shoulder. You wanted it to be Hela’s.

“No, I’m okay,” you waved her away. “Just.. why did you come here? I can’t help you.”

“We needed to know what had happened to you.”

“And I need to take my sister away from here,” Thor said, pulling Hela up to her feet. “You’re in far too much danger with her.”

“What? No, Thor!” you exclaimed. Natasha held you back.

“She’s too dangerous, you were right. We have to get rid of her if she doesn’t have anything to tell us.”

“Thor, it’s fine. I’m alive, don’t you see? She hasn’t hurt me at all. Please,” you begged. “You’re not thinking straight. She’s not dangerous!”

“We need to make sure of any connections Thanos had, Y/N,” Tony said calmly. “And a Goddess of Death does sound suspicious, don’t you think?”

“Come along, sister,” Thor said gruffly.

“Where are you taking her?” your voice was thick.

“Away from here, maybe Hel will be just as welcoming as last time. How about it, Hela? We may just have to banish you again.”

That set Hela’s eyes ablaze and she pulled away from Thor’s grip. Her infamous armour appeared, glinting black and green in the light. You paled as a large, menacing blade formed in her hand and she took a defensive stance.

“You will not take me back there,” she hissed. “You’ll have to kill me first.”

“Yeah, pass,” Tony replied, aiming at Hela with one iron hand and shooting a beam straight towards her. You screamed at the flash, but she seemed unaffected. Her armour absorbed the shock and took no damage. The blade deflected Natasha’s bullets and she easily stepped away from Thor’s punches and kicks.

You were frozen to the spot, watching Hela with blood lust and battle fever in her eyes. Her mouth was pulled into a snarl and she managed to pin Natasha against the wall, blades sticking through the fabric of her suit, but leaving her unharmed.

Blinking, you realized she was avoiding hurting your friends, but at a great cost. She had to take the offensive blows without retaliation and you knew this new-found strength wasn’t going to last forever.

An arm pulled you by the waist and Tony held you firmly, the distinct charging sound of his hand starting just by the side of your head.

“Yield, Hela,” Thor shouted, booming with anger. Once she saw they had you, she stopped. There was brief silence and Natasha managed to pull herself away from the blades.

Hela’s chest was heaving, her eyes flickering between each opponent. When she made eye contact with you, something broke within both of you.

“Let her go,” she ordered. Surely she knew they wouldn’t hurt you?

“Not until you agree to come with us and give us the answers we need,” Natasha said.

“I have no answers for you,” she said softly. “I cannot help you. I cannot fix what Thanos has done. Now let Y/N go and I will do as you say.”

“I don’t believe her,” Thor said. “She will very easily turn on you. My sister will only do what is in her best interest. Don’t let her go yet, Tony.”

“Don’t worry, kiddo,” Tony whispered in your ear. “Just play along.”

You didn’t say anything and looked at Hela, knowing the pain she felt. If she complied, you’d become the puppet for the Avengers to use to make her talk, and that idea terrified both of you. She’d give herself up, even though she had nothing to confess.

“Hela, please,” you whispered, trying to tug away from Tony’s grasp. She stared at you, battle armour and all, with a single tear spilling from her eyes. Her usually hardened demeanour was crumbling, and just when you thought she was going to give in, she turned, ran, and jumped straight through your window, shattering the glass and tumbling to the ground below.

A scream escaped your throat that you couldn’t recognize. Tony let you go as you hurried to the window to see Hela running away at lightning speed, disappearing behind buildings and crowds before you could say anything else.

A/N: Aahhhh!!! 

You kissed her more firmly this time, daring to let a tongue swipe against her full lower lip and the cunning Goddess breathed a sigh of pleasure. As you continued with your exploration, you bit down on her lip following another swipe of your tongue, and her grip hardened, followed by a hitched breath that made your insides melt.

She pulled away, watching you closely, her hand raking through your hair.

“Y/N..” she breathed, her voice impossibly lower. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” you muttered, pressing your forehead against hers. “I think I’ve been sure since the minute you walked into my living room.”

“But I’m.. you’re supposed to be guarding me,” she responded, a twinkle in her eyes as your own darted down to her full mouth as she spoke.

“Mhm, and I am. What better place to guard you than from my own bed?”

She grinned, grabbing your waist and suddenly you were on your back, Hela hovering over you this time. 

“That might prove a little difficult, given that I’m clearly in control,” she murmured, a hand trailing seductively to the hem of your shirt and slipping up underneath. You let her pull it up and over your head. You pushed away any insecure thoughts about your body as you laid there, arms above your head with Hela’s eyes roving over you, her jaw dropping just a little.

“Now who’s in charge?” you giggled at her reaction, gleefully happy at her lust-filled gaze. You pressed your hips up against hers and made to pull off her shirt as well but she grasped your wrists and pinned you down.

“Not so fast, little miss,” she said in a hushed tone. “You’ve already seen me. Now let me see you.”

Your heart pounded as she glanced down your body, noting every curve, every spot. You had no idea if Hela had been with women before, but you were convinced that even if she hadn’t, she was clever enough to make it seem like she’d done it loads of times before. 

Her head dipped down and a slick tongue pressed against your right nipple and you cried out, back arching at the sudden sensation. You felt her smirk against your skin. 

A thigh came up between your legs, and you immediately started rocking your hips against the firm flesh of her toned leg. 

“So eager,” Hela whispered against your breast, her hands coming down to knead at your chest. 

Her touch was cold against your skin but also soft and gentle at the same time. The contrast drove you crazy, and you bit down on your hand as her lips trailed along your breasts and nipples, down to your belly button and staying there for a moment.

You had assumed Hela would be an unforgiving, ferocious lover. And part of you still believed that was definitely true, but here she was, bathing you in kisses and strokes, and your heart swelled just briefly.

“I could be the roughest of partners when it comes to bed play,” she said, as if reading your thoughts, “but not the first time. Never the first time. And certainly not with someone like you.”

She had come up to look you in the eyes again, and you wanted to ask her what she meant, but deft fingers pulled your shorts and underwear off in a swift motion, and you quickly forgot about anything else. 

As she continued to press kisses against your lips, cheeks, neck, and her fingers pulled at your nipples, and dug into your thighs, you wanted desperately to see her again. You’d only really gotten a quick look when she had shimmered her armour away, and this time you wanted a nice, full view.

You tugged at her shirt as she did with you, and she obediently let you pull it off. It fell down to the floor, somewhere. 

Her breasts were larger than you’d assumed at first, a lovely curve and swell fitting the muscular yet slender figure she had. You cupped the both of them gingerly, and she gasped.

You stilled, wondering if your touch was going to be too much for her, but she didn’t push you away. You trailed fingers over every patch of skin along her breasts and upper stomach and she seemed to melt in your hands. 

“You’re so warm,” she whispered. So she felt the contrast too.

“And you’re cold,” you muttered, fingers rubbing gently over her nipples that hardened instantly. 

Then, you reached up, fingers cupping her neck still wearing the shock collar. In a brief moment, you paused, and she opened her eyes to look at you watching as you thought. You let go and shimmied to the side of the bed, grabbing the remote control for the collar and pressing a button that quickly released the thing from its tight lock. 

Instant relief surged through Hela as your gentle hands pulled the thing off of her neck. She reached up to rub at the skin but you stopped her. 

“No,” you whispered, and you sat up to come close against her. The skin on her neck was a little paler than the rest, and slightly reddened from the pressure of the choker that had been in place for so long now. A slight stab of guilt filled you at the sight, but Hela’s hips began rocking impatiently and you focused at the task at hand.

Your hands reached to cup her ass and pull her closer against you, your centres rubbing against each others thighs and you began sucking and licking the abused skin. Her high-pitched whine of delight at the feeling nearly pushed you over the edge. 

She was drenched. You could feel it through her shorts and the way her nails dug in your shoulders as she rocked in your lap. Your hands slid inside the shorts and rubbed along her ass, enjoying the smooth skin. 

You yourself were no better, you had to fight every instinct not to rock against Hela and cum instantly. You continued to kiss and soothe her neck with your tongue and lips, until Hela seemed to be trembling, and her hands flew to your hair to pull you back with a delightful tug. 

“You think I’d give control up so easily?” she hissed, and you smirked. Her mouth attacked yours, desperate and passionate this time, and you moaned into it, pulling her as close as you could.

“Lie down,” she said, pulling away with swollen lips. You obeyed and watched while she stood on her knees on the bed, towering above you, and cheekily sliding the shorts down her legs, your mouth watering at the sight of her.

She flicked her dark hair over her shoulder and grinned mischievously. “Like what you see?”

You could only nod.

“Good,” she said, “because we’re nowhere near finished.”

She pulled your legs apart with strong hands; hell, she could probably force you into any position with the strength she carried. She lifted one of your legs slightly and hooked one of her own around your waist, and you held your breath as you could feel her almost pressed up against you, slick with arousal and the lovely smell of her sex reaching your nose, making your head drowsy with need.

Her nose rubbed against yours and her mouth breathed a sentence over yours.

“If you truly want this-,” she whispered.

“I do.”

“Things will not be the same when we finish,” she murmured. 

“I know,” you said, running a hand up her side comfortingly. “I don’t want it to be the same, Hela. I want this. You. Make me yours.”

A look of possessiveness came over Hela’s face and she breathed in deeply, settling her cunt against yours, making you groan at the feeling of her against you. You couldn’t tell where you ended and she began.

And when she started rocking, you could feel it deep inside you, as if she’d opened up your soul and buried herself deep. God, things would really never be the same again for you now.

Hela fucked you slowly, rubbing against you and making you feel every inch of her. You breathed out words of incoherent pleading and Hela kissed you over and over and over again. 

“Ah, God,” you nearly sobbed at the feeling of the achingly slow buildup to a thundering orgasm. “Please, Hela. Fuck me, I need more.”

Hela stilled for a moment and you opened your eyes as they’d been squeezed shut. Her green eyes seemed to glow in the dark, feline and sharp, and your breath picked up when suddenly her full body slammed against yours, hands pinning yours against the pillows once more, and her teeth biting harshly along your collarbone.

Her pace became quick and short, sending sharp thrusts of pleasure up your spine, and you screamed when you came, muffled by Hela’s hair. The pleasure shook throughout your whole body, down to your toes, making your whole body and mind feel hazy and numb.

Hela came soon after, your cries of pleasure and needy thrusts pushing her over the edge. You felt her spasm against your body, both your inner thighs slick with each other’s arousal, her usually contained voice letting out broken gasps and cries against your neck. Her hands trembled and you managed to wring your arms loose from her grasp to wrap around her shaking body, covered in a cool sweat. 

Her legs gave out and she slumped against your form, both of you breathing heavily. Your body still tingled, you’d never cum like that during sex. It had felt otherworldly, something beyond human understanding that you couldn’t quite comprehend but enjoyed immensely. 

Hela’s soft kisses and licks upon your neck and cheek brought you back to reality. With her hands on your waist, she pushed herself up enough to make eye contact with you and you smiled a sleepy, satisfied smile.

"I could do that forever,” you muttered. 

“Careful what you wish for,” she responded, pinching your side playfully. You giggled and kissed her again, breathless and needy.

She rolled onto her side to give you some room to breathe but you turned your body to face her anyways and draped a lazy arm around her middle to keep her close to you. 

Hela watched your eyes droop in a content expression, hands stilling as you nearly fell asleep and her breath caught in her throat.

“Y/N.. I..”

“Hm?” you muttered, sleepily. “What is it?”

Hela paused for a moment, and then the tension left her body, instead coming closer towards you and dipping her head to find the crook of your neck like she always does.

“It’s of no matter,” she said softly against your skin. “We should sleep.”

You hummed in agreement, holding her tightly as you slept.

 A/N: Whoop! This would kinda be a nice place to end this series; and I guess if you’re satisfied after the official ‘consummation’ by all means, let this be the end! But I have more plaannnsssss, cause I’m evil. You don’t get a happily ever after that easily around here >:)

“Wha, uh, what exactly is going on?” you stammered, following them quickly. “Why are you here?”

Thor was already rummaging through your fridge as he usually does when he or any of the Avengers came to visit your place. You were considered a safe house for them, since you had no real powers or threatening information, but were rather a comrade to the team of superheroes over the years.

The God of Thunder had his face in your box of leftovers as Loki came over and sat on your couch, sighing into his hands.

The shackled figure was staring at you, and you nervously put the pot down on the coffee table.

“Y/N,” Loki began, as you heard Thor open and close your cupboards. “Ah, well, we’ve just popped by to inform you of some things.”

“Asgard is destroyed,” Thor chipped in from the kitchen. Your head snapped up.

“Wha-, really? How the hell did that happen?”

Loki nodded silently to the woman next to him. Her bright green eyes were hardly leaving yours, and you shuffled your feet under her gaze.

“It’s too long of a story to get into right now. We’ve got a bit of a situation on our hands, with a bunch of stranded Asgardians, and we need to find a place for them. In the mean time, however, we need your help with, some, ah...  babysitting.”

Loki gestured to the woman again and you stared at him blankly. Thor came back in to join the three of you.

“We know your ties to the Avengers, you’ve got everyone on speed dial, even your place is entirely decked out thanks to Stark. You just have to find a way to keep her under control. Being banished didn’t really do it for her at first, so this was our second plan.”

Thor moved towards the prisoner and unlocked the mouthguard, pulling it away from her face. As he took it off, the first thing she did was spit in Thor’s face.

“Now, now, sister,” Loki scolded.

“What- sister? You two knuckleheads have a sister?” You exclaimed, eyes darting between the trio in front of you.

“Yes, it was a surprise for us too. Y/N, this is Hela. She’s-”

“The Goddess of Death,” she cut in, staring you down again. Now that her whole face was revealed, you marvelled at the striking cheekbones and smokey eyes she had, and you felt a slight shiver run up your spine at her low and cutting voice.

“Also the worst,” Thor added.

“Frankly, since she’s family, -and also impossible to kill being the Goddess of Death and all- she’s been sent here with us to get sorted out and be kept from space and anything that may prove an interest or a threat to her,” Loki continued.

“She could be useful, we just don’t know for what,” Thor said. “Yet.”

“And you think that keeping her here will do that? If she’s the Goddess of Death, I’ll be dead the minute you guys leave, and she’ll be out and about chasing your asses down.”

“No such thing!” Thor scoffed. He whipped out a small remote and pressed a button. Suddenly Hela was shaking, and for the first time you noticed a shock collar around her neck. She slumped back a bit as Thor stopped and he tossed the remote to you.

“Here you go, but use it wisely.”

“What! Thor you can’t be fucking serious! I’m not gonna treat her like a wild dog.”

“Hm, well, you should,” Loki grumbled, standing up and straightening his robes. “She’s killed enough people to deserve that.”

“Give us a shout if anything goes wrong,” Thor said cheerfully, walking back towards your front door. Loki patted your shoulder on the way out, giving a sympathetic smile.

“Oh, before I forget,” he said, handing you a small key. “For the cuffs.”

And then they were gone.

The God of Thunder shot you a look as he led you inside a diner, winking at a few passing people who squealed in delight at recognizing him. You rolled your eyes.

As the two of you waited at the front of the diner for your date, you shuffled nervously, hugging your purse tightly.

“Just don’t question her power, you know?” Thor was going on about all the tips he could think of so Hela wouldn’t accidentally kill you and everyone else enjoying their lunches.

“And don’t bring up family, bit of a sore topic that. Steer clear of Asgard and the Avengers, she’s still a little salty about not getting to rule it and such. Oh, and don’t talk about me or our brother too much, she finds us really annoying.”

“I wonder why?” 

“Haha,” he said, bumping your arm. An easy silence fell between you two, and you glanced around to see anyone that might stick out to you as a god.

“What does she look like?”

“Oh, irritating, mostly,” Thor sighed. “Like an absolute pain in your ass, completely incoherent of understanding other people’s lives-,”

“Stop it, you doof,” you said, shoving him lightly. “I’m serious.”

“Right, well she looks a little like Loki- same dark hair, love the colour green. Bit of a copy cat if you ask me. Tall, just as tall as me-,”

“Intimidating, cunning, and absolutely bored to death by her little brother’s dialogue,” a smooth voice spoke up behind you. “Is this her, then?”

You turned around and stared, stunned at the sight in front of you. She was tall, with black boots adding an inch or two so she towered above you. With a tight, dark green tank top hugging her curves and showing off her toned arms and a pair of black leather pants she looked, frankly, delicious. 

You swallowed thickly and blushed as you met her gaze, piercing green eyes framed by a mess of black waves. 

“Hello sister,” Thor said dryly. “This is my friend, Y/N. Treat her nicely.”

“Oh, don’t worry little brother. I don’t bite... often.”

She gave you a coy smirk and you felt your face become even more flushed. Thor clapped your shoulder.

“Right, I’m off then. You two have fun,” he shot his sister a warning look and she smirked back before he was gone.

“Should we find a seat, darling?” Hela began, pressing a hand to your back. You nodded meekly as you watched her. She moved swiftly like a cat waiting to pounce. Either way, her sudden touch on your body sent your heartbeat into a wonderful overdrive as the hostess led the two of you to a booth.

-

“Do you do this often?” Hela asked, grumbling as she scanned the menu.

“What? Dating?”

“No, ordering food like this,” she said. “How are you supposed to just pick one?”

Her dark eyebrows were furrowed intently and you couldn’t help but giggle, making her look up.

“We can split an appetizer first, if you want,” you offered. “You don’t have to just pick one, but it’s not very common to go scrounging on like, three meals at a restaurant.”

She hummed in acknowledgement, her gaze flickering down to the menu again, almost nervously. 

“So what would you like to start with?” you asked. “The calamari is pretty good, unless you don’t like fish? Maybe nachos...”

“What are nachos?”

You blinked at her, stunned once again, but for a completely different reason. This time you burst into full-on snickering that didn’t dissipate for a solid few minutes, with Hela staring at you in confusion until you were done.

“What?”

You patted her hand. “We’re getting nachos. I can’t believe you’ve been on Earth with those two knucklehead brothers of yours and you haven’t ever had nachos.”

Hela was looking at your hands touching before a grin split across her face and suddenly she seemed more at ease.

“Nachos it is.”

-

Your meal with Hela was going wonderfully, which was a surprise for both of you. You steered clear of the advised topics that Thor had told you about, but found that conversation flowed easily enough without it; Hela was more intrigued about Earth and your every day routine than any realm-enslaving conquest she’d ever been on. When Asgard did come up, it was always in passing, or by her own choice, and you listened whenever she spoke of it, holding her hand tightly. 

You learned her favourite colour is green, that she had a pet wolf named Fenris that she couldn’t wait for you to meet and that she’d only been on Earth for a little while, so she wasn’t really sure how to act human around everyone. 

Nodding along, your hands intertwined easily and automatically. Hers were cool to the touch and you found yourself tracing her figure with your eyes as she spoke. The conversation turned to you, talking about your upbringing, and you were eagerly talking to her about your life when a high-pitched, god-awful squeal caught your attention. 

“Oh my god! No way! Y/N?”

Rising from a table a bit further from your booth was a trio of girls from high-school that you’d hardly talked to since graduating. Your stomach plummeted; they were the exact few ‘friends’ that you had during your four years that you avoided after leaving that school behind once you realized how horribly toxic they really were.

Your face paled as you forced a smile on your face, and your fingers suddenly had Hela’s hand in a trembling death-grip. She noticed, eyes scanning between you and the group, silently watching. 

“Girl, it’s so great to see you! How long has it been? God, you look so different than you used to!”

You grimaced and said a weak ‘hi’ to them. You pulled your hands from Hela’s and buried them under the table to wring them together, sweaty and trembling. 

“What are you up to these days? Do you work in the city? I never would have thought you would have made it, you know? None of us could have imagined it in high school! You were always so weird back then, right?”

The same preppy tones, glamour bags and glittery lip gloss stared at you like demons coming to haunt you again. You had been much different than their clique from school, and yet you had found yourself wound up in their drama and constant bickering anyways. 

Through your haze, you made out a clear, cool voice from across you speaking up.

“I’m sure Y/N wasn’t anymore weird than anyone else who went to that school of yours,” Hela chipped in. You came back to reality to watch Hela speak with the leader of the girl group, a loud and pretentious girl who had a way of making everyone feel useless without trying. Yet your date was staring at her with a feline look, waiting for something to happen. 

“And who is this, Y/N? Your girlfriend?”

“I’m Hela, pleased to meet you,” she ignored the question and reached to shake the girl’s hand. In a split second you saw her face contort in an ungodly pain from Hela’s grip. She struggled to pull her hand free and when she did she was huffing, clearly offended. You smirked a little.

“Huh, quite a grip there, lady. Martial arts?”

“No, just a lot of experience killing people.”

The girls chuckled nervously. “What, are you one of those Avenge folk or whatever?” they scoffed, cackling amongst themselves as if they had made the best joke of the century.

“No, but Thor, who spends a lot of time with them, is in fact my brother.”

“O. M. G. What! You know Thor? As in God of Thunder? Like, super-hot blonde dude with a hammer and stuff?”

“That’s the one. Although he seems more fond of Y/N than me, sibling-rivalry and all that.”

In an instant you were bombarded with questions how did you meet him? is he really that hot? god! isn’t he an absolute dream? c’mon Y/N let us meet him you owe us that much at least.

Your heartbeat sped up again and you found it difficult to breathe, clamping your hands together. Your leg was bouncing up and down until you felt a heeled foot press against your calf, rubbing up and down soothingly. 

“If you’d like, I could introduce you much faster you know,” Hela drawled, drawing their attention like a predator playing with its prey. “I can easily summon him if you want to come outside for a second. It’ll be too much of a commotion indoors.”

They were scuffling about like puppies begging for snacks as Hela stood up, towering over them. You felt nervous, wondering what she was going to do but she turned to you and winked before saying,

“Be back in a minute, babe.”

Once you got your bearings again, you shot up from your seat to follow and hurry outside, afraid to find three corpses littered on the street. You hated high school bullies, sure, but not that much.

As soon as you stepped out the front doors, high-pitched screaming erupted from the streets and you watched all three girls scamper for their lives, away from Hela and a massive black wolf that was growling and roaring at them by her side. A shimmering portal was pulsing behind Fenris, and Hela was nearly doubled over in laughter as they ran.

When she saw you approach nervously she stretched out a hand.

“Don’t worry, he doesn’t bite either, unless I ask him to.”

She gave you the sweetest of smiles and your anxiety melted away. You placed your hand in hers and she pulled you closer to pet Fenris, who nuzzled your palm. 

“Off with you, now,” Hela said, patting the wolf’s head. “You don’t fit anywhere in this world.”

Fenris purred in protest and Hela tutted. “Now, now, I’ll visit soon. Thor keeps telling me if I bring you here they’re either going to hunt me or fear me, and apparently that’s not what the Avengers want right now. Scram now.”

Fenris turned like a wounded puppy and you giggled as he grumbled, before stepping through the portal and disappearing. 

“You alright, darling?” Hela asked suddenly, standing much closer than before, her face inches from yours.

“Y-yeah, I think so. Now that they’re gone.”

“They were absolute bitches, you know that?”

You laughed softly. “Yeah, they’ve always been like that.”

“Were you really once friends with them?”

“Yeah, surprisingly. I was a different person back then, and a lot of things happened that just weren't right. Eventually I locked them out of my memory but seeing them like that; that was the best revenge ever.”

“I’m glad you liked it. Though I’m afraid when Thor gave me a blueprint of ‘typical first dates’, summoning a giant wolf and scaring off old bullies wasn’t anywhere on the plan.”

“Oh, that’s alright. Regular first dates are boring anyway.”

She grinned again, a hand snaking around your waist and pressing a kiss to your forehead. You sucked in a breath.

“I couldn’t let them stand there and belittle you like that, it angered me so much.”

“Hey, at least you didn’t kill anyone,” you said, poking her playfully. “I consider that progress.”

She smiled at you.

“I had a wonderful time, Y/N.”

“Me too,” you breathed, before leaning up and pressing your lips to hers this time. She held you tightly as you kissed, her cool touch making you relaxed and dizzy all over.

You pulled away and brushed your hands through her hair, feeling the soft textures run through your fingers.

“Does that mean a second date is in order? Thor said a first kiss shouldn’t be until the third date, at least.”

“Thor is an idiot,” you mumbled against her lips. “I may owe him one for the best first date ever, but he’s terrible with dating advice.”