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188. Lee Pace/Ronan | Make You Proud

By : kayleighhalliday2203 | Tumblr

Anonymous said:

Can you please write a fic on the reader being Asgardian. She's sent on a diplomatic mission to Kree by Odin and she meets Ronan as a child.

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You had to give the Kree their dues. They were an impressive empire. You had been sent to visit them by Odin Allfather, as a diplomat. The Kree Emperor had been falling over himself to please you from the moment you had arrived and quite frankly you found it tedious. You had been shown their libraries and museums, you had been on more garden tours than you cared to think about. You were bored beyond reason so as he attempted to lead you once more to the rose gardens, you requested to see something Odin had only asked for the bare minimum on; their military. Asgard saw no threat from the other realms, with Thor wielding the mighty Mjolnir as well as Lady Sif and the Warriors Three, nothing could match them. The Emperor stared at you wide-eyed for a moment before agreeing to take you that afternoon.

When you arrived at the military academy, you were surprised. You knew many of the mortal races started training their people young to make them the best they could be, but the Kree took it to an extreme, it seemed. Some of the children there looked barely old enough to be away from their mothers. A General greeted you in the lobby and immediately launched into a long speech about the military prowess of the Kree, of how they had built their empire.
"How old are children when they begin their training?" you asked as he lead you through the academy.
"Usually between three and four," the General informed you, "But we will accept them up to the age of seven."
"So young," you said.
"I supposed to a race that lives five thousand years, yes, it does," the General said, "Ah, now here we have some eighth year students, they're about eleven, twelve years of age."

He indicated a large gymnasium you were passing. Dotted around the room were large blue mats, and the children were paired up, attempting to throw each other down. You spotted one boy who was squaring off against someone much larger.
"Who is that?" you asked, pointing.
"The larger boy is my son," the General said, his chest puffing out in pride, "That little scrag with him is called Ronan." You looked back towards the boys. The 'little scrag' was little, smaller than most of the others but he was putting up a hell of a fight. The General's son finally stopped tormenting little Ronan and threw the small boy down onto the mat, with far more force than was necessary. Ronan hit the edge of the mat and then landed on the hard floor with a yelp of pain.

You started rushing across the gym as he lay still.
"For the...Ronan!" the teacher was already striding across the gym, "How many times do you need to be shown?!" He reached the boy before you and yanked him up by his arm.
"That was pathetic," the teacher said, ignoring the boys whimpers of pains as he shook him, "I don't know why we bother, you're impossible to teach." He dropped the boy back onto the floor as you approached. The teacher walked away, the General's son close behind him.
"Are you alright?" you asked, crouching down next to the boy. The boy sniffed as he began to stand. You helped him to his feet.
"There now," you said, "Ronan, isn't it?" The boy looked you over.
"Yes," he said, "You're that lady, the one from Asgard."
"Yes," you said, smiling, "My name is (Y/N). You know, I thought you did very well against that bigger boy."
"You think?" he asked. You nodded.
"Yes," you said, "And I think one day, you will be better than all the others."
"Really?" Ronan said, his face brightening at the thought.
"I think one day, I am going to hear all about the famous warrior, Ronan of the Kree," you said, "And I will be proud to know you."
"I'll make you proud," he said firmly, his fists clenching, "I promise. I'm going to be the best."
"My lady?" the General called from the other side of the gym, "We must be moving on now."
"Yes, of course," you said, standing, "Make me proud, Ronan." You bent down and kissed his cheek before heading back to the General, looking back over your shoulder to give the boy a quick smile.

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Thirty years later...

You were back, back within the Kree Empire, this time at the bidding of King Loki. There was a new Emperor now, one who wanted to take you to the libraries, museums and gardens again. This time, you didn't hesitate to ask to see the military academy again. You remembered fondly the young boy you had seen being thrown around by an older child, and who had seemed so happy to think you believed in him.

A different man awaited you this time upon your arrival. You smiled politely even though his jaw dropped when he saw you. It wasn't until he spoke your name without being introduced, in a deep gravelly voice, that you looked at him properly. It was his eyes, those piercing, violet eyes that triggered a memory.
"Ronan?" you said softly. He nodded. You couldn't believe it. The small boy you had known was so different. Almost seven feet tall, powerfully built with broad shoulders, he was a far cry from the 'little scrag' he had once been. He reached out, taking your hand and pressing a kiss to your knuckles.
"I have thought about you everyday since we last met," he said, stepping closer, towering over you, but still holding your hand in his.
"Did you make me proud?" you asked, still amazed that this fine physical specimen before you was the same person. Tingles running down your arm from where his fingers still clasped yours.
"Yes, and I have you to thank for it," he said as he leaned in and kissed your cheek.