Makutu ☆ Thor: Ragnarok [DISCONTINUED]

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ELEVEN
A QUEEN

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Rán stared up at the man in silence as it seemed that the wind that whistled around them blew all coherent thoughts in her head straight out of her. Her mouth opened and closed several times, like the fish that swam peacefully below them. Aegir smirked down at her. She avoided his gaze, his sky blue eyes that gazed so longingly down at her unsettled her the slightest. Yet, an unknown tugging sensation in the pit of her stomach tried to tell her otherwise. Her mind, her dress, the waves around her, all fluttered in the ocean breeze.

He had called her a queen. He had called her his queen.

Something about that made Rán very excited. It was what she had wanted, right? All along, to become the Queen of Asgard. Yet, here he was, the God of the Oceans himself, calling her a queen as he practically begged her to join forces with him.

Who was she to deny him?

Her eyes flickered up to meet his, a storm brewing in her irises that didn't go amiss. He knew her choice. She knew her choice.

He held out his hand.

She took it in hers.

She felt his magick first. A power she had never felt before, a strong, overwhelming magick that she could only have dreamed of utilising. A magick that nobody, not even Loki or Frigga or the mysterious forces beneath the Asgardian palace could have wielded. This was different, this was water magick. He truly was a God, and an excitement grew in her chest as she watched them both disperse into water droplets, into the sea below them. He was the key to her becoming more powerful than anyone could have imagined.

When they reformed they stood before a palace. No, palace was too weak a word. They stood before a kingdom. Rán had no idea how far deep they were, but she could see rays of sunlight filter through the water and glimmer on the glass-like walls of the building. Aegir turned to her with a smile,

"Your throne awaits." He said with a calm wave to the front gates.

A current swept beneath her feet and Rán had no time to admire the glistening castle gardens or architecture as they were transported swiftly to the throne room.

The room was unlike any other she'd seen, and by far was it much more grand than the Asgardian palace. The room glittered from the sunlight streaming in as the particles collided with a large pearl chandelier that hung above a large mosaic of a ship, made of shells a variety of colours that contrasted greatly against the larimar flooring. Along the walls of the great room stood various sets of armour, all shining iridescently as Rán gravitated towards them. Above them were names of great sea captains as she found the suits themselves were made out of fish scales that were dark like oil, yet when a beam of sun hit them they shone an assortment of different colours. She felt a warm hand on the small of her back as Aegir stood there and allowed her to take in the beauty and simplicity of the grand room.

"This is all just for show," he said. "I hardly ever spend my days in here. In most thrones you would expect to see an indent of an arse from where a lazy king has spent sat there most of his days, yet down here in my - in our - kingdom, I enjoy getting out, helping people with their duties, recruiting members for the army, though we do not wage war much. We make armour and sell it to other realms, and we patrol the seas."

Rán nodded and walked further down the empty room. Her hand trailed the aquamarine wall as she examined her new home. As she walked she found that rather she floated, and suddenly found herself aware that she was surrounded by water, yet she moved and breathed and felt like she was on land. Was this the gift she had been suppressed from all these years? Her mother must have known that she had substantial control of the water, yet Frigga never once hinted towards her knowledge. Rán's eyebrows furrowed as she wondered why.

"Why me?" She asked Aegir once they had reached the two thrones. "Why now? How long have you known?" He stood in front of her, yet never made a move to sit down on the gorgeous abalone seating. Rán's fingers traced around the jasper decorations as she looked down shyly.

"I had known from the minute you were born. The oceans had called out to me and it took everything in me to not come and see you. I wanted you to grow into the beautiful woman you are today, and become your own person without knowing your fate and letting it change you." His left hand took his hand in hers as his right one cupped her face and the pad of his thumb gently caressed her cheek bone that was still hollow, not filling out from the days she was unconscious. "I do not believe you are evil, Rán." She smiled softly as she looked at their feet. His hand slipped to under her chin and prompted her to look up at him. "I believe you were made to be a queen and people were threatened by you, and did anything to usurp your position. It will not be the last time Loki will do something like that. He is a greedy man. But he cannot get you now, now you are here, with me, and I am offering you my world, to be a queen and to rule by me. It is our destiny, after all, and I will wait however long you want to wait until we can fulfil it."

Rán could feel his breath against her face, warm and sweet, unlike the salty taste of the ocean around them that she will eventually get used to. She smiled warmly and her eyes crinkled in the corners. She had found someone who understood her, who would care for her for the rest of her life, who would treat her like the queen she is.

The air seemed to get thicker around them. His brown eyes looked down into hers, the colour of the room around them, with a desire that told her everything she needed to know. Her eyes flickered around his face, to the soft gaze, his nose that was perfectly rounded, his stubble that rose higher than his cheekbones, and his eyebrows and eyelashes that seemed perfectly groomed yet were astonishingly natural. His face was soft, like he was young, yet his words spoke wisdom only a thousand years of living could have known. His hand slid up her face and brushed her cheek again and she found herself with closed eyes, leaning into his warm touch has her stomach clenched with an unfamiliar tightness as her chest struggled to breathe for a second whilst her heart skipped a beat. When she opened her eyes, his were still looking intently into hers, as if he had stripped her layer by layer and knew every secret; and she wasn't afraid to tell him every one. And when their eyes closed and lips met in the middle for the softest kiss she had ever experienced, she hummed in content because for the first time in her life, she felt that everything was going to be all right.

heres a soft rán because i made you all wait so long. i havent really spent any time writing recently ive lost all motivation but ive also found a boyfriend and im in love so now i fully understand how to write soft things now lol