The Boy from Midgard (Sequel to The Angel from Valhalla)

Part 1 - See the Sea

@Valhalla

Third person:

Disclaimer: The only character belonging to me is Yennefer and the changes made to the plotline; the pictures and other characters are not.

The Queen of Valhalla had flown back to Midgard six months after leaving her friends behind to run her country. Valhalla stood strong under its new ruler, joined with Asgard in trade deals and treaty agreements written up between three best friends. 

But Pietro had been whining about wanting to see his sister to 'keep her away from her red tomato of a boyfriend' and Yennefer desperately wanted to see her family again. So they had left for Midgard at the earliest convenience on a chariot pulled along by winged horses.

Pietro had complained about the time it would take for them to make the journey from Valhalla through the Bifrost and then to the Avengers compound but Yennefer had refused to teleport them there based on the premise that she needed to be shown as leaving the realm in a way fit for a royal - even though he knew she just wanted to show Natasha and Wanda her new toy aka her birthday present from Thor.

After three minutes in a carriage carved from silver and gold with the softest fabrics money can buy furnishing the inside, the speedster's leg began to bounce up and down as his hand tapped the seat waiting for the flash of the Bifrost. Even after half a year of royal life, he still wore loose-fitting grey joggers and a long sleeved blue sports top, Nike trainers encasing his tapping feet.

"Could you please stop fidgeting for a moment, we will be there in a minute."

"Why can't you just wave your fingers around, make a portal to Earth and we can step right through."

Pietro's eyes crinkled at the look of annoyance on Yennefer's face, "Because, Slowpoke, I don't want to. But feel free to open you're own portal and hop on out."

Her fiancé looked down whilst muttering under his breath, "I'm not a slowpoke."

Yennefer closed her eyes, relaxing into the seat as she replied, "Sure you're not."

After another ten minutes of almost blissful silence besides Pietro's annoying shuffling, he broke out in a huff whilst gesturing to the resting angel, "Come here."

Yennefer's eyes blinked open, violet seeping out from behind dark eyelashes, "What?"

"I want a cuddle," as he said this, he made puppy dog eyes and spread his arms as though to guilt trip the goddess into moving over to him.

Rolling her eyes, Yennefer moved off of the opposite bench, sat with her legs on Pietro's lap, head leaning against the edge of the chariot and legs sprawled across the rest of the seat.

Not satisfied, Pietro brought her head up into his shoulder, gently stroking her shoulder with his thumb whilst kissing the top of her forehead. "You love me really."

Twisting her engagement ring, which glowed with a large amethyst in the centre with diamonds on either side, with her finger, Yennefer replied, "I'm not sure that's completely ac-"

Pietro twisted her head up and brought her lips onto his, his tongue pushing it's way into her mouth, fighting for dominance. After getting over the initial shock, Yennefer relaxed into him as the two continued to fight for control.

When their lips separated again, deep breaths leaving both of them, the angel whispered, "I suppose I don't hate you."

"You adore me. Don't you Yen?"

"Whatever you've got to tell yourself."

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