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A child fic? That would be very cute and sweet, but maybe a teenager would be easier. She’s a teenager herself, after all.
Or she could write a sick fic? King Valkyrie taking care of a delirious and exhausted Carol! Oh God, that would be sooo cute. O M G.
<< Easy there, >> softly murmured the king, gently brushing her captain’s warm forehead with her cold fingertips, << you need to rest. >>
Carol’s eyes flutter open as she tries to complain, but she’s exhausted, and the king’s hand is so gentle, and its touch feels so comforting.
But she’s Captain Marvel, Kamala thinks, and probably she can’t even get sick. But maybe the king can, and Carol could take care of- no, she’s always the one taking care of everyone: that woman deserves a break.
Teenage Carol it is, then. She surely used to be a badass even back then, in the ’70.
If only they had met each other in school, Kamala sighs. Going to classes with Carol, studying with her, maybe asking her help for those subjects she finds difficult. P.E. would be way more interesting, and maybe more violent as well, if she thinks about it, but her captain would protect her from every loose ball that might try to attempt on her young life.
What if Carol had met King Valkyrie when they were both teenagers? A love written in the stars. Quite literally, considering they probably met each other for the first time while in space, among planets, moons, and stars. So cool. They could have a first date in a galaxy far away, share a passionate kiss in a shiny and colourful nebula. So romantic.
And totally not canon, as well. It’s frustrating, and Kamala feels quite bad for erasing Monica’s mom just like that, but falling in love with the king from the beginning would have saved Carol lot of sorrow and grief…but who knows what the king was doing when Captain Marvel was nothing more than a highschooler? Fighting someone around the universe, probably, or protecting the kingdom of Asgard as a badass Valkyrie.
Maybe she should write a different AU.
Boarding school AU? That would be quite interesting. She can already picture the king- Valkyrie…Val? Yes, Val sounds good. Val Something… Val- what is a Norwegian surname? Well, that doesn’t matter now: the plot first, and then she’ll think about names. Val is the “bad girl”, the one who doesn’t wear her uniform properly, is often late to class, and is also a smoker…but she’s actually very soft and caring, especially with her hyper-independent roommate Carol Danvers.
Maybe…but, no: that doesn’t sound quite right. It’s nice, yes, but it’s not giving off the vibes she’s looking for. Titanic, then? Too sad, out of question.
1800? Mh…nah.
High fantasy? Oh my god! Yes! Kamala writes the title on the blank document open on the pc: The King and the captain.
Or “The king and her captain”?
<< Where’s my captain, lord Odinson? >> asked the king, sitting on her throne.
<< Your majesty, >> replied the knight, bowing respectfully, << the captain was wounded during the fight, she’s now in her quarters being tended to by the healer. >>
That sounds great! Absolutely amazing!
However, there are too many things she should research for that kind of fic, if she really wants to write something accurate, and she’s actually looking to write something easy at the moment. Besides, it doesn’t sound very romantic, lot of angst, hurt/comfort, lot of blood and medical stuff she should research about…that’s not what she wants. Another time, maybe.
For now, she should try something about…something horror? With vampires! Southern gothic! With vampires!
That would be sooo cool!
King Valkyrie would be an awesome vampire, so strong and hot. Kamala squeals as she pictures in her mind the king gently cradling Lady Danvers face with her cold hands, and bite her pulsating neck, drinking the warm and thick blood while listening to her slowing heartbeat- but she wouldn’t kill her! Oh no: she loves her! Very much. And she wants to save her from the marriage her family wants to force upon her.
Now, the problem is: would Carol really be that remissive? Or maybe she is the vampire who bites the soft and warm neck of Lady Valkyrie, the witch living in the bayou- nah: she doesn’t like where this is going. Kamala can’t really picture the king waring with clothes.
No AU, then. Maybe she should write something more realistic? And set up in the present. Kamala looks around her room, trying to find inspiration, but the only thing she can see is her physics textbook, reminding her of next week’s test. That’s all right, though: she still has time to study. Time! An accident with a time travel machine! Yes: Carol is a teenage because of a time travel machine accident.
Kamala stops, hands hovering over the keyboard. Fingers stretch towards a letter, about to press a key to form words, but then retract. She doesn’t really know how to write that. What kind of accident happened, and how? She should take some notes first.
Maybe there was an explosion, in a lab…but, where’s the lab? In New Asgard, of course, where king Valkyrie is. There was some kind of malfunction… which should have probably killed anyone else, but not Carol, since she’s not entirely human. And now the king of New Asgard has a teenage human to take care of.
The king arrives- maybe she’s with someone…Dr. Banner? Thor? Someone…and there there’s Carol, and she’s six-seven-eight- no, seventeen years old, who doesn’t remember who she is, or where she is, so she’s wary, and scared, and maybe she’s a little aggressive too while trying to look as if she has everything under control.
<< Go call Banner, >> asks king Valkyrie, << so we can help this young lady going back to being normal. >>
Normal. What if…? That’s a lot of angst, but what if Carol thinks she’s in a conversion therapy program? Kamala knows she’ll have to do some -a lot of- researches about how it was done, and she’s not sure she wants to write that. But she can always write a few lines, and think about it later.
Carol would probably try to run away. The king would run after her and effortlessly catch up with her.
<< Let go of me! >>
<< Always a fighter, are you? >> the king laughs softly. << Calm down, I’m not going to hurt you. Hey, look at me, >> she raises her hands, showing her palms to prove her she doesn’t mean any harm. << Be a good girl for me, and I’ll take you to ride Warsong. >> That usually works pretty well with kids. << Deal? >>
<< Warsong?>>
<< My flying horse. >>
<< What the fuck? >>
Carol would curse, Kamala nods to herself. Totally.
<< Language, young lady. A cutie like you shouldn’t spew profanities like that. >>
<< Or what? >>
Valkyrie laughs. << I like you. Come now, let’s get you inside: it will be dark soon, and cold. >>
<< I’m not going anywhere. >>
<< You’ll freeze to death. >>
<< Not your problem. Just tell my parents I killed myself. >>
Oh…maybe that’s too much. But Carol wouldn’t follow her willingly, she would fight her, and she’d stay outside, too stubborn to admit that the dark and cold Norwegian evening are too much for her. Alone, confused, and freezing. So much angst.
The king would want to help her, she’d try to reason with her, and they’d have an argument.
<< Oh, fuck it. You’re really stubborn, are you? Or do you already have a death wish? Come inside, young lady, >>
<< No. >>
<< You’re freezing! >>
<< I said “no”! >>
<< Either you bring you butt inside willingly, or I’ll bring you myself. >>
Maybe Thor would help them out. He really looks like a dad, and he has a daughter after all. He’d probably try to be gentler and coaxing Carol to follow them.
<< Please, forgive Val, she’s worried for you: you should know you’re very dear to her, >> he smiles gently. << Do you think you can stand? >>
<< She can’t, >> snorts the king << give me that blanket, Thor: she’s frozen, and I’ve had enough of this. >> Ignoring the god’s protests, she envelops the girl in the soft wool, and scoops her up holding her close to her chest.
Carol shivers against the king’s body, refusing to look at her. She’s so cold it’s painful, and she can’t almost move. The king, however, is so warm and soft. Defeated, and humiliated by her defeat, Carol curls in the protective hug muttering some unintelligible cursing words.
<< Such a light-weight. Trying to stay thin to impress the boys? >>
<< ‘hate ‘em! >> her chattering teeth don’t allow her to fully express her rage against the mockery, but she’s not going to stay quiet. She doesn’t like them, and she’s not interested in changing either.
<< Oh, come on…they can be fun. Occasionally, given the right circumstances… >>
Or King Valkyrie might try to woo her.
The king bowed elegantly, a hand behind her back and the other stretched toward Carol. << My lady, >> she murmured huskily, watching her with piercing eyes and a faint smirk as she waits for her to grab her hand << allow me to escort you inside, where you’ll be more comfortable. >>
Sitting on her bed, Kamala squirms even though she’s not really convinced by that scene. The king would have to win Carol’s trust first. But the king bowing? Her smirking and treating Carol as if she were her queen? That’s so romantic her heart might burst.
Valkyrie can feel someone is watching her, and she already knows who is it. Focused on her sword, where to land with her feet and how to balance her weight, she considers if she should stop just to let the girl know she’s aware of her presence.
17-year-old Carol is full of rage, and fear. Way more hyper-independent than her older version, and Brunnhilde starts to understand why the woman is how she is. The king know shouldn’t mess with her, but she’s so cute. And she wants her to feel safe with her and in New Asgard, she wants her to know she doesn’t need to hide, or to be on alert, she has nothing to fear under King Valkyrie’s watch.
And she’s seventeen, after all, it’s quite likely she already knows what she likes…
<< Ehy, | | |
How should king Valkyrie call her? Captain? She’s not that anymore, or yet…it depends on the point of view. Marv, then? Neither. Same problem. Love? Sweetheart? Kamala tries to imagine the king of New Asgard calling Carol with different nicknames. She tries to imagine her warm voice, and it actually sounds good…but not good enough. Something’s not entirely right, but she can’t quite point a finger on it. She’ll live it blank, and think about something later.
<< Ehy, [ ], >> she misses calling her “Marv”, but that wouldn’t make any sense: the girl in front of her is not her captain yet. << Is it the sword you like, or something else? >>
Oh, yes: the king would totally say something like that. Flirty but, somehow, soft.
The girl jolts, face pale white, and Valkyrie feels guilty: that’s not the reaction she was waiting for. She was just hoping to get her a little flustered, laugh a little. << It’s okay, sweetie, >> slowly, she gets closer, hands raised to show she doesn’t mean any harm. << Lots of people like a good, hot sword play. It looks way better when the sword maid is wearing her armour, of course, but- >>
<< What are you trying to do? >>
Valkyrie chuckles and lifts gently her chin with a finger << you’re adorable. >> Fire, and rage is what she sees in the girl’s furious eyes. For a moment she’s afraid Carol will actually bite off her finger. She loves how fierce her captain can be, even though her heart winces in sympathy knowing why she became the woman she met.
God, she loves her, and she’s going to tell her when everything will be back to normal. For now, though, she’s happy with gently caressing her captain’s cheek.
<< Go on, >> Carol doesn’t move, she just lifts her gaze in defiance and face the king << tell me I’m wrong, tell me I won’t find a husband if a keep acting this way. >>
<< I’m kind of hoping you won’t find a husband, but you’re still too young for me. >> Brunnhilde observes quietly her reaction: Carol doesn’t say anything, but her eyes widen in surprise. She’s confused, probably afraid, and she doesn’t know how to react. << When you grow up, however, >> the king takes her hand, brings it to her lips, and softly kisses the back of it << I’ll be honoured, should you decide to become my queen. >>
Carol’s face is flustered now, cheeks pink. She’s still confused, but Valkyrie can tell she looks somewhat interested.
<< We’re both women. >>
<< And? >>
<< We- can’t? >>
<< Says who? >> Valkyrie laughs letting go of her hand << just grow up and see, [], I’ll be waiting for you, >> she promises softly. << For now, however, you’re too young and too human, and the nights here in Norway are way too cold for you. Come with me, let’s get you somewhere warmer before you catch your death. >>
<< Kamala! Dinner is ready! >>
<< I’m coming. >>
<< Kamala, now! >>
<< I said I’m coming! >>
The story will have to wait until after dinner.