Whatever it Takes (for Bombay)

It wasn’t exactly… easy to just ‘go back to normal.’ For five years, the most of them had lived as lucky survivors; the fortunate few who survived, while half of existence faded off into dust per the will of the Infinity Stones. No longer. Thanos was dead. Life was restored. Now, a universe that had worked so hard adjusting for only half its population had to reopen it’s doors to the other fifty percent… needless to say, some planets handled it better than others. Like Earth. Of course, they had plenty of help. And whereas they had the Avengers… or, that is, whatever was left of them, the rest of the universe had Captain Marvel.

And in case covering for every planet in the universes sans one seemed like an easy job, let her assure anyone; it was not. While she’d be saving more stranded ships suddenly filled with life in outer space, or settling civil wars that had briefly been put on hold as a result of the decimation, the lingering question remained; what if there was another? Another Thanos, or somehow, someone even worse. Someone who wouldn’t even spare fifty percent. The Avengers were in shambles. Who would stop them?...

...that gave her an idea.

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It was certainly a… jarring experience, to go from intergalactic space travel to wooden carriages, carrying barrels of mead or produce for the local market. ‘New Asgard’ was not quite the magnificent golden city it’s predecessor was. But Carol wasn’t quick to judge; they were making do with what they had. Night and day, the village worked like a unit, men, women and children alike fishing by the bays, open doors with blacksmiths grinding at anvils in their houses. Perhaps her more modern outfit of jeans, jacket and sunglasses didn’t quite fit in with the general public, but Carol wasn’t too worried about that.

As she strut down the cobblestone road, she paused, eyes locked on a batch of men struggling to keep a heavy net full of flopping fish in their hands while Nordic shouts and swears were exchanged from all sides. From behind them, an unfazed woman, carrying an equally if not bigger net of fish over her shoulders like it weighed nothing. Carol’s smile grew. There she is.

Not before long, Brunhilde would walk past a wall and perhaps pay no mind to the swinging feet of an idle bystander sitting above. Not until that familiar voice called out to her. “Hey.” Should she look up, there’d sit a blonde-haired woman shining beneath the sun, glasses perched on a camo hat she wore atop her head and a blue and red jacket fit snugly around her shoulders. “You been fishing?” She asked casually, though she couldn’t hide her cocky smirk. “‘Cause I see something I’m hooked on.”

[Bombay]

It felt like only a second for Brunnhilde, but from the reports, she was one of the men, woman, and children who were snapped out of existence. She was sick to her stomach thinking she wasn’t strong enough, but there was one person who gave her the confidence to fight once again. First it was Thor who reminded her place as a Valkyrie after Hella destroyed everything…everyone she loved, then it was another blonde who told her to stand up against a new evil. She wasn’t only heads over heels for the new woman because of her looks, but the way she could rally up an army better then any man she’s ever spoken to. Honestly, she took a lot of their strengths and techniques to help “New Asgard”.

It’s been about a month since they’ve last spoken, and Valkyrie will take blame for that. She’s been busy rebuilding this fishing town and making the people listen to her. It’s a little weird going from actual gods to a general. But, she’s proven herself to the people soon enough. If nothing else, she can out drink anyone, lift more then any man, and rile a crowd like no one else! Strutting down the cobblestone road from the docks, she carries a large fishing net filled with fish like a light backpack. Snickering, she turns around to the struggling men “come on ladies! The sun’s going down and we still have to descale these things! Do I need to get your wives!”. She knows their wives are stronger, but who is she not to give them chances?

She didn’t even notice the blonde girl as she walked past her, but a familiar voice calling out stopped her in her tracks. Smirking, she walked to a nearby house and knocked on the door “make sure these boys do their job…thank you for the favor…” she said to the woman who opened the door before she turned around. Her deep hazel hair flows in the salty breeze and her white face paintings glisten against the sun. Snickering, the woman strolled over leaning her hands on the girl’s thighs “I do use the best bait~”. Snatching the cap, she places it on before she starts walking away. Her hips sway with every step “so, what brings you here Carol? You finally get sick of my “radio silence”, or did you just miss your majesty?~”

Thor was a good man. Not just for decapitating Thanos in one timeline and wielding a hammer that literally deemed as such, but because if it weren’t for him Carol wouldn’t have met this vexing Valkyrie! Even as the strongest woman in the universe, she felt her heart pump in her chest as the lovely Asgardian approached her side. Her feet tapped against the wall, a silent, yet sly smile looking back to Brunhilde as she approached. “Ha. There’s a lot of fish in the sea, miss.” She joked back, drifting off to look towards the distance as if it made her faint blush any less obvious. The perfect distraction for a sneaky Brunhilde to snag her cap from right off her head, unveiling her short and golden hair. With a scoff, she pushed of the wall, hands in her pockets as she followed.

Keeping pace behind Valkyrie now, Carol’s eyes magnetized onto her partner’s swaying hips and generally lovely lower figure. Rather embarrassing for her when she was jolted out of her thoughts by a passing Asgardian, bumping straight into her. “Ooh! Sorry…” She muttered, waving to the bearded, gruff-looking man who merely sneered and continued on his way. With a returned frown, Carol sped up until she was walking alongside the queen now, rustling her jacket. She glanced away for a brief moment, coughing as her only response to the ‘majesty’ nickname. “Anyway…” She coughed. “...whaaat makes you think I’m here for you?” Carol teased. “Could just be strolling through. This place is a dump. Whoever’s in charge should really get their act straight.” She idly joked, bumping her shoulder against Valkyrie’s. “But, uh, since I have caught you at a good time…” Stepping forward, she spun around and put herself in Brunhilde’s path, resting her arm and leaning against the wall. A smile formed on her lips. “You have been leaving me on read for a while, haven’t you?” She asked.

Time to cut to the chase. “I’m building a team.” Carol’s voice lost it’s teasing edge for a soft moment. “No guys. Maybe you could be my second-in-command?”

[Bombay]

“you don’t say? Where’d you get that one off of? A cheesy 80s sitcom, or perhaps you got it off the back of a cereal box, too bad there wasn’t a prize~” she retorted beginning to walk away. She knew exactly what to say so she always has control of a conversation “and that’s your majesty or your king, but for now, I’ll let you call me “my mistress” or “my queen”. Whatever floats your boat slingshot”. Adjusting the cap on her hair she snickers, she just might keep this when all’s said and done. If nothing else, it’ll fluster Carol, and isn’t that what it’s all about?

Laughing out loud she hears the awkward apology come from the piolet with a very disgruntled Viking. “nice going! I see your eyes work, or maybe the sun got in them” she snickered putting her hands in her pocket. Looking over, she was a bit surprised she caught up with her so easy “and how did that go? Make a new friend?”. Thinking, she looked into those deep hazel eyes “I was thinking either to annoy me or ask for a favor. Perhaps both” she shrugged her shoulders keeping the pace “that or you’re finally going to announce your love for me” she smirked giving her a quick look. She was about to say something, but that quick bump stopped her in her tracks. Snickering, she clapped and waited for Carol to get in front of her before she placed her hand on her shoulder staring deep into her eyes. “honey…you should know one thing about me. Nothing I do is straight” she gently tapped her cheek with her palm as she placed her other hand on her hip. “I’ve been busy. What are you gonna do? Spank me for ignoring you?” she said raising an eyebrow

The Valkyrie went silent. Was she really going to give up everything to chase a stupid dream? She did it once and it led her right back here…but somethings different. Before she was grasping at anything because of fear, now she’s being led by love. She must have stayed frozen for about a minute before a sigh broke the silence “three things and I’ll join you. One, you give me a day to find a new leader for these people. Two, you always refer to me as “your mistress” or “your queen”, and three…you have to show your loyalty by being spanked in front of the whole town”. The third one was just for shits and giggles and she never thought she’d say yes. She just wants to see how desperate she is.

Her proposal out in the open, Carol remained totally still while watching Valkyrie for a response. Perhaps it came off as standing her ground, but in reality, she was actually fighting back a nervous sweat. Imagine that! Her, the most powerful Avenger in the universe for whom the original team was named, struggling to hold her composure over an Asgardian. Maybe, it’s because it didn’t seem like a single part of their conversation had gone by with Carol in control, and now she had finally caught Valkyrie off-guard. She didn’t know what to think. Until finally, she got her response.

Three things? How bad could it be? “Shoot.” Carol offered. The first one was easy. Just a day? “Done.” She nodded without thinking twice, her only concern being that maybe a new ruler shouldn’t be elected that quickly. Number two? Carol’s smile slipped right off her face, and her brow slouched, glaring back at Valkyrie. “Wait-” She tried to interrupt, but Valkyrie just kept on going; and that third requirement… Carol couldn’t help herself, her cheeks blushed, and quickly turning away, she showed Valkyrie her back, swallowing deeply for a second while she fidgeted in place. “I… ahem.” She coughed. “Ha. I need you to take this seriously, B-Brun.” If she was even really trying, her attempts to remain calm were failing miserably. “I mean…”

Turning back, she dared look back into Valkyrie’s eyes. Carol’s narrowed. “You’re serious?” She asked. “C-c’mon, I don’t know if you realized but, uh…” She gestured towards herself. “Strongest Avenger? Protector of the universe, any of that sound familiar? I-I don’t get spanked.” She tried sounding as serious as she could saying that, but even her voice faltered for a second. “B-but I can always tie you up, or something, if that’s what you’d like…?” She half-chuckled.

[Bombay]

Valkyrie didn’t like the idea of only having a day to decide who’ll rule “New Asgard”, but she has someone in mind and she knows Carol doesn’t like waiting for anything. If she’s going to her first, she’ll want to start this team ASAP. Seeing that cocky smirk fade from her face made this all worth it. She actually had quite the admiration for that word and hearing it from her lips made it that much sweater. But instead of stopping like the girl requested, she just kept going. She never expected for her plan to work and some negotiation was sure to take place, but wouldn’t it be hilarious if she accepts all of this without being convinced? Placing a hand on her hip, she smirks looking at the girl “well?” she said raising an eyebrow, but the girl flipped around. She can hide her face, but she can’t hide the anxiety in her face “I am taking this seriously, I need to make sure you are”

“I am” she said shrugging her shoulders seeing the fear in the girl’s eyes. “that sounds familiar, but does this title sound familiar to you? Sole survivors of the legendary Valkyries? Guardian of the Pegasus, defeater of Fenris?” sure the Hulk did that last part, but she helped! “well, today’s your lucky day!” she walked over placing one knee on a fairly big rock on the cobblestone path “how’s about this. You accept my three requests, and you can tie me up whenever you want~” she smirked knowing Carol wouldn’t mind that “or perhaps I keep some rope and tie you up from time to time?~ A little birdie told me Asgard makes the best cuffs and gags”

Captain Marvel’s breathing turned funny for a second. The correct response was for Valkyrie to burst out laughing at her expense, smack her own knees and then put a hand to Carol’s shoulder and say something like ‘of course I’m kidding, I’ll join your team!’ Instead, Carol’s lip fidgeted as she was sassed back in response. “My titles are cooler…” She mumbled under her breath, but something petty like nicknames was a small thing to be worried about in contrast to the bigger picture here; Valkyrie wanted to spank her?! So sure, maybe she’s had a few nights spent staring at the ceiling picturing what it’d be like to have the Queen just where she wanted her, discovering what makes each other tick… but in any ending, she’d expect Valkyrie to be over her knee! Not the other way around! She’s the more powerful one here!...

For as much as she denied it, watching Valkyrie pose her firm leg onto a nearby stone, talk of whips and chains leaving her sultry lips while Carol could only watch was making her stomach do flips. She couldn’t deny it. There was a strong urge to just agree to what Brunnhilde was suggesting and let her totally have her way with her; after all, that’s how things were… back in the day. “W-whoa, uh…” Carol felt her ‘confident’ act totally slip out from underneath her. Fast! Save it! “I-I bet they do, um…” Damn it! Knowing her cheeks were blushing redder than fire just then, Carol rubbed her arm awkwardly as she took two quick glances around her, trying to make sure no one was in the general area. And well… it was sort of private… as long as it’s quick?

Damn it, why was she even considering this?! “Uggghh…” Carol groaned, taking her first step forward. “Fine. J-just don’t get used to this, okay?” She warned, stepping up by Valkyrie’s side. Her brow furled, stomach feeling queasy, but okay. This is a small price to pay to get to spend more time with her. Taking a helping hand from Valkyrie, Carol helped her lift herself up, sliding into place so her hips created an arch fitting over Valkyrie’s raised leg… and propping up her jean-protected ass all the meanwhile. Her shirt and jacket drooped out of the way, leaving the slightest view of her panties waistband poking out from her jeans as well as her lower back. Gulping, Carol quickly wrapped her arms over Valkyrie’s legs to keep stable.

“Be fast…” She warned quietly. What, it’s not like this was going to hurt!

[Bombay]

She’ll remember that sly comment for when she’s over her lap, but for now she’d just look back seeing the flustered girl try to weasel her way out of her demands. A small smirk quivered on her lips as she raised an eyebrow “if you want me to join your team, then we have to be honest with each other yes? It’s not my fault you’re the one who didn’t do their research” she snickered “you know, it’s my hobby to collect such objects, and I’m sure I can bring home some souvenirs” she winked snickering under her voice. Valkyrie knew what time it was, and in a matter of minutes, these streets will be filled with Asgardians trying to buy some fresh fish from today’s trip.

“I would never, I know this is a one time thing” she smirked knowing this wouldn’t be the last time she had the girl over her lap “well, at least not unless you ask for it~” She held her hand out helping the girl over her lap lowering it just a bit to steady the knee. Placing a hand on the girl’s back to keep her in place, Valkyrie begins to rub the girl’s cheeks pushing against the tight jeans. Laughing loudly, Valyrie dug into the girl’s jeans grabbing the elastic and yanking it up before she snaps it against her back. “nice choice of panties, really suits you”. But Carol’s getting antsy, so she raises her hand slamming it against the center of her cheeks. Even if she wasn’t putting anywhere near all her strength, she still creates a nice sting through the jeans

Of course this wasn’t meant to be a fun experience for both of them. That much was obvious from the second Carol got over Valkyrie’s lap and wasn’t immediately being spanked; no, instead, the queen seemed to want a personal tour of Carol’s behind first and was helping herself without a guide. “Ngh-... hey!” Carol grunted, yet though her hands were free, she did nothing to try and stop her. Her cheeks blushed as she faked a pouty frown, but she couldn’t hide her true feelings well enough as a pleasured murmur passed her lips - a quiet little purr that showed perhaps her protests weren’t fully genuine. “Mmf!...” She grunted again as her ass molded like pizza dough, by contrast of her firm, muscular body.

But Valkyrie wasn’t just pleased with that. And a single pull of the waistline of her panties gave her a greater view of just what Captain Marvel was wearing; that being a pair of plain, white panties with a pink waistband and little red-and-purple polka-dots patterning the center. “Ah!” Carol grunted at the surprise inspection, the snap of the fabric on her skin catching her off-guard more than hurting her. “H-hey!...” She grunted again. Yet still no further protests! Except for one, at her laugh; “C-c’mon… keep it down…” Carol muttered, her cheeks still blazing red. She didn’t feel much like Captain Marvel at the moment!

After enough playing with her food though, Carol had to brace herself for what Valkyrie was REALLY here for; a chance to give her a sore bottom. And she’d start things off with a hard ‘smack!’ to the Captain’s jeans, creating a crisp ‘clap!’ sound that echoed deep into Asgard’s central square, no doubt heard by several civilians as Carol merely grunted in dismay. “Umf!” She hissed. As expected, the spanking didn’t hurt much on her superhuman skin; but it was definitely embarrassing. “Y-you’ve been waiting for this day, haven’t you?” Carol asked.

[Bombay]

Seeing the girl’s muffled moans and squirming over her lap only made Valkyrie want to play with her even more. Her fingers trace up and down her spine causing shutters to go down her back as her other hand grabs and squeezes the rather plump cheeks pushing against those tight jeans. “hey, don’t tell me to keep it down, you’re the one moaning like this is your first time. What is it Carol, have you never had a woman pleasure you, or perhaps you’ve never had someone…” she smirks leaning down “dominate you~” she whispers seeing the blush on her cheeks. Removing the hand from her back, she grabs a clump of hair and yanks up “tell your queen that you’ve been a naughty girl and you need this punishment~” the smirk never left her lips as she kept tugging on her panties just to get her more flustered.



“I would be lying if I said I didn’t imagine bending you over my lap and beat it raw, but I didn’t expect that it would be this easy. I honestly thought I would have to get you drunk, because we both know your pride would get you into a drinking contest with me. A lightweight like you could never stand up against me” she looks down at her shaking her head “what? Did that pinch a nerve? Admitting there’s someone better then you?” her hand raised up and slammed against her left cheek smacking the same spot over and over again “now tell me, have you been waiting for this day? The day you find someone to finally tame you…or shall I say, dominate you?~”