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[angrygirl]

What most people didn't know about the Valkyries was that, despite their status as fierce warriors, many of them were, in fact, omegas. It was something they kept to themselves because it wasn't something anyone else needed to know, as they were fully capable of taking care of their own, and the stories of how new members joined their ranks weren't outright lies, but they were most definitely embellished.

But she'd been the only one left for a very long time.

While under the Grandmaster's employ she'd had ready access to suppressants -as well as any other drug she could possibly want- and no one questioned it, because scrappers didn't really want to go around making little scrapper babies after all.

But now? Things were different now. They'd made it out, they'd settled in what seemed to be some vast Midgardian snowfield, but it suited them, and they were doing well enough as a whole that she'd settled into a routine, enough so that it didn't occur to her she was no longer halting her cycles, and when she felt the familiar warmth building at the base of her spine and the hollow of her throat, felt that familiar looseness in her joints, she tracked him down, not quite cornering him, but something close, "Thor. I need your assistance with something." She had no doubt that he could tell just what it was, had probably smelled it on her even before she'd strode right into his personal space as if she owned it, "And if you decide that this changes anything between us, I can still end you."

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[thegodof]

Thor had been aware, had been senses and scenting her for a small time, and had been preparing his rooms. He had not quite expected her to enter so, but thinking on it, he knew he had been foolish to think otherwise.

"Valkyrie, I do not... " he held up a hand. "I would not think of it. I hold you in high esteem. Taking advantage of you is the farthest thing from my mind." The idea was repugnant. While he had little experience as an Alpha itself, some things were ingrained in him.

Her close presence was inflaming his mind and body, and making it harder to think even so. His breathing was a little faster by the time he stopped talking. He made himself not step toward her, not grab her and claim her lips with his own, only by the sheerest flex of will power.

Instead, he spoke, and his voice was quiet, strained. "How do you want to do this?" Not matter what instincts said, and they were so loud right now, she was still a warrior and a Valkyrie, and he respected her and looked up to her in many ways.

[angrygirl]

Her brow creased a little as she peered past him at the state of his rooms, line of thought derailed by one simple fact, "Have you... been nesting?" It wasn't unheard of, certainly, but she hadn't thought that her oncoming heat would have hit him quite that hard just yet, or to that point and purpose, though she supposed that it may also have been a little bit of wishful thinking on his part.

Regardless of the reasoning, it was enough to make her more certain she'd made the right choice in coming to him instead of one of the others, or worse, trying to muddle through on her own. Likewise she wasn't so far gone to it yet to be running solely on instinct, but she knew now that she had a safe place to do so, it wouldn't be long.

Which was why she arched a brow at him, "I think first of all you should come here so I can scent you properly."

[thegodof]

"Er... not as such. Sort of. More... wanting things to be comfortable." His face went sour for a moment. "Children are not... I do not think I would be... " he shook his head, pushing the thought away. "No."

He chuckled at her words, and moved to her, one hand raising to touch her hair, and the other to rest at her side. This was new, but some things were instinct.

"Asa you wish." He had liked that movie.

[angrygirl]

She'd been about to explain that children wouldn't be an issue as the Valkyrie could only bear children of their own kind, but she didn't, partly because it didn't matter, really, but also because that hand at her side was warm in a way that was comfortable and distracting at once, and made her think that maybe she was further along than she'd initially calculated.

Her smile went a little predatory at the response, however, even as her head dipped to nuzzle the line of his jaw and down his throat, just letting herself breathe him in, voice a warm murmur as she said: "Keep that attitude up and we'll get through this just fine."

She hummed when she reached the pulse point at the base of his throat, pressing herself just a little closer, one hand light on his bicep, "Yes, you'll do." There was a tease in the tone, as if she might yet find him wanting on some aspect, and call the whole thing off.