An Asgardian Sacrifice

This story is set within the MCU and takes place before the events of Thor Ragnarok. Part 19 of my 'An Avenger's... Series' but enjoyable out of context!

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Landing hard on her shoulder Captain Marvel winced, face pressing against the mat where she had fallen:

"I slipped..."

Feeling far less playful the Lady Sif remained in a combat ready stance as she glowered down at her winded sparring partner. Standing in one of the bright golden halls of Asgard the warrior was proud of the advantage she had gained against her unassuming opponent. Fists clenched the statuesque brunette waited impatiently for the other woman to rise once more:

"Only as a result of me punching you in the face..."

Rolling her eyes impetuously the cosmic Avenger quickly stood, blowing back her long blonde bangs as she replied:

"I slipped and you happened to punch me in the face; the two events are not related."

Sif shook her head; Carol could never admit her own faults even when training. Of course the Captain liked fighting Asgardians; few other beings in the Universe could land a blow and only the Goddess of War could knock her down. But if she denied her own fallibility how could she learn?

From the outside it would appear an unfair fight; the taller brunette dressed in full red and gold Asgardian armour; metal plates gleaming in the orange light of the grand hall whilst a sword hung from her hip. The short blonde meanwhile wore only skin-tight fitness attire meaning much of her arms, legs and even midriff were exposed to the warrior's fists. However, within the unassuming girl there was hidden a well of cosmic power that could burst out at any time. Sif knew better than to take it easy on Captain Marvel.

Carol could tell that something more than her denial was bothering the uptight Asgardian; even by her usual standards Sif was tense. Of course, the warrior woman wouldn't spill her secrets. Unless she was distracted by a skilled opponent...

Launching herself forward Sif threw a punch only for Carol to quickly dodge aside. Fists flying the blonde blocked each attack in turn, moving sinuously backward to deflect the harsh strikes. Finally catching a swinging arm Carol slowed the incoming barrage; the two wrestling for control. Breathing heavily Sif was annoyed this girl hadn't even broken a sweat, questioning the arrogant Captain as they fought in place:

"Ugh-what would you sacrifice to save Hala? Ugh-Xandar!? Ahh-your precious Earth?!?"

"I don't believe in sacrifice," Carol replied carelessly, "if I come across a threat I blast my way through it!"

Twisting out of the Asgardian's grip Carol spun; delivering a flying kick that Sif just managed to duck. Again thrusting forward the brunette stayed low, using her opponent's power and predictability against Carol. Diving, the warrior caught the blonde's flailing arm before twisting it up her back; the two women suddenly finding themselves in a much more intimate spooning position:

"You know the 9 Realms cannot be simply 'blasted' into submission??"

"I'm literally the most powerful woman in the cosmos." Carol replied confidently.

Glowering at the Captain Sif slapped her tight little ass:

"Well you fight like a girl!"

Finally released from the hold Carol grimaced; offended by Sif's insinuation of her weakness, even if she was right! Facing off once more the two women circled each other:

"A skilled warrior should not be so distracted by her pride and vanity, you should believe in discipline and sacrifice!" Sif explained: "There are others around the universe that could match your power; Gods, Witches, Titans, Celestials... will you be ready for all of them??"

Frowning Carol responded shortly:

"What are you so afraid of??"

Casting her gaze downwards, Carol recognised a rare moment of vulnerability from the Goddess as Sif considering the uncomfortable question:

"I have had bad dreams of late... Ragnarok is coming; the end of everything! And without Thor as our King, we will need you in the fight-"

Having waited until Sif was distracted Carol launched forward delivering a powerful cosmic blast to the Asgardian's exposed breastplate. Thrust backward through the air the brunette crashed down onto the mat several seconds later.

"Ugh..." Groaning Sif found herself on her back just as Carol had been before:

"You know that's cheating..."

Flaunting her power the Captain blew on a smoking fist, smirking down at the fallen warrior:

"You're right Sif. But if you want to delay Ragnarok its not me that's going to have to make the sacrifice..."

Offering the brunette a hand Sif saw a chance to take advantage; Carol was not the only one prepared to fight dirty. Grasping her forearm she tugged the Captain downwards. Springing off the mat the brunette flung her hips toward the blonde, wrapping her toned thighs around the other woman's head. Twisting them sideways Sif brought her obstinate opponent slamming down onto the floor once more.

Not letting up Sif rolled them over; planting herself on top of her surprised opponent and mounting the smaller blonde. Tightening her abdomen she pressed against Carol; pinning the Captain's wrists above her head:

"Submit!"

Taken aback by Sif's deception, nevertheless Carol shook her head stubbornly:

"Never!"

Wrestling against each other Carol felt the brunettes' cold metal breast plate press against her more exposed chest, sports bra failing to hide hard nipples. As ever the cosmic blonde was aroused; a fun side effect of her infinite cosmic power and Sif's distracting proximity wasn't helping. At the same time the Sif could feel the Captain's bare leg squeezed between her thighs; knee shoving up against her sex. For the two eager combatant the battle was just beginning...

Sif gasped, lashes fluttering as that insistent knee pressed against her vulnerable core. In-spite of her indignation she could not deny their brutal friction was delicious.

Registering this reaction Sif pressed her momentary advantage; using the Captain's insatiable appetite against her. Thrusting into the Carol's core she watched the woman tense, blue eyes crossing. Unfortunately for the warrior woman, two could play at that game and the Asgardian was caught off guard when the blonde leant up to kiss her:

"Mmmpph!!"

Immediately muffled as the impertinent women captured her face, lust and confusion held them together in a smouldering embrace.

Finally peeling herself away Sif scowled down at her infuriating opponent:

"How dare you kiss me!?!"

Diving forward Sif took over; lips enveloping Carol's as she tried to take back control:

Falling back onto the mat Carol's lips parted so Sif's tongue could slip inside; battling with its counterpart. Literal sparks flying from the cosmic blonde Sif enjoyed the sharp tingling that came with her mounting pleasure.

Squirming as the kiss deepened, the two women flexed together: the warrior's womanly curves gliding against Carol's lither frame, dark and light hair blending in the orange light.

Sif rationalised this encounter was just the distraction she need; the perfect way to blow off steam as she prepared for Ragnarok. Little did she know this diversion was the beginning of the end for her world...

Deepening an already intense make-out Carol had no doubt the brunette would like it rough, her aggressive tendencies and warrior sensibility an obvious give away. Sealing their mouths together the blonde waited impatiently for her tense sparring partner to relax into their embrace.

Loosening her grip on the woman beneath Sif tilted her face further to the left, letting her tongue glide instead of thrust; too proud to admit that she needed oxygen.

Nipping at her Carol sucked the succulent red flesh into her mouth before biting down. Hissing as the blonde's teeth tugged at her lower lip, Sif's grip momentarily loosened:

Wrists coming free Carol blasted upward, Sif flying into the air before crashing back onto the mat where the blonde had just been. Launching herself on top of the Asgardian the two women fought, bodies twisting together once more.

Legs becoming intertwined both women knew that their 'sparring session' had just been an excuse to reach this lustful conclusion; even if neither could admit it. Cores connecting Carol and Sif became scissored together on the floor, gyrating against each other as they fought for dominance and release.

Pussies melding together through only a thin layer of cloth, Sif could feel the blonde's hard clit brush against her own, frustrated by the Captain's continuous cheating:

"Mmmm- you fuck like a girl too..."

Determined to prove herself Carol had no trouble picking up the pace of her flexing hips; cosmic energy fuelling her fluid movements as she gyrated up against the aggressive Asgardian. Golden light beginning to flow across the blonde's curves, the heightened cosmic friction between their cores became so good both women ignited with burning hot passion.

Scissoring harder and harder both women writhing against the floor as they gave into their lustful desires. Overcome by arousal for a while Sif could forget about her people's plight; wrapped up in this strange superwoman. Arching her back she moaned in pleasure:

"More!"

Grabbing the blonde's waist Sif pulled Carol against her; grinding their cores together as their hot clams clamped against one another; juices mingling.Sharp jaw tensing, the warrior gritted her teeth, attempting to suppress her reaction even as the ecstasy grew. Impressed, Carol gave the Asgardian exactly what she wanted:

Thrusting against each other both women screamed, using all their strength and speed as they scissored hysterically, billowing steam rising from between their burning hot nethers as they fucked.

Sensing Sif was close to a major meltdown, Carol held out until the last possible second before she finally struck:

Flying forward she grasped the brunette's neck; the two women rolling over one another as Carol finally pinned the Asgardian warrior. Arm tight around her neck Sif choked in surprise; hazel eyes bulging as her body convulsed against the smaller woman, too caught up in the throes of passion to deliver her usual counterstrokes; enjoying herself so much she barely wanted to.

Holding her down Carol grasped the hot wet sex beneath the warrior's skirt; hand blurring as she roughly massaged Sif to a thunderous orgasm. Caught in a headlock and overcome by the glorious pleasure of this feral masturbation, Sif was powerless to resist as she slipped into blissful sleep, her juices squirting out between the Captain's cosmic fingers.

Finally cradling the unconscious brunette Carol panted for breath. The resilient Asgardian had put up a good fight:

"Uh! Hnnngh... let's call it a draw."

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"Ragnarok!"

The moment she awoke Sif knew something was wrong. Still hazy the warrior's head lulled back and forth as she regained her senses. Eyelids fluttering Sif's body swayed, metal clinking as her eyes took in these new dark surroundings:

Suspended from above in a massive echoing green cavern Sif realised she was wrapped upright in chain, her red and gold armour inescapably bound, large bangles clinking around her wrists.

Boots brushing against the cracked floor hot steam rose up to meet her; condensing on the bare skin of the warrior's legs. Beads of sweat rolling down her nose, Sif's gaze fell onto the only other object in the misty green nether space, a dark looming throne festooned in sharp spikes; grandiose, imposing and most definitely uncomfortable. Glimpsing her own sword leant up against it Sif groaned; the weapon, the true source of her power was now completely out of her reach.

Gradually remembering the events that preceded this Sif groaned; her time with Captain Marvel, their inappropriate sparring... She should never have dropped her guard. But how had she even gotten here?

Sensing someone's approach Sif straightened up; the proud Asgardian determined to show no weakness in spite of her dire circumstances. Bracing to intercept her enemy Sif watched as a blurry figure emerged from the twisting green mist of Hel:

Stumbling forward drunkenly Sif's eyes met a bleary gaze, the black woman leaning momentarily against the throne before wincing; hand pricked by a small black spike. Sucking the effected area she shook her head:

"Owww..."

Presented with this thoroughly unimpressive jailer Sif gaped at the woman before her:

Dressed in white and gold armour, the once resplendent garb had been subverted into a revealing bikini, the costume complimenting the woman's chocolate brown skin and the full curves that threatened to burst from that tiny skirt and metal brassiere. Mussed brown hair tied in a loose braid, Sif took in her beautiful face and jet black eyes, thick pouting lips still nursing her pricked finger.

Recognising the Asgardian symbol on the back of her hand Sif gawked in disbelief: "Valkyrie??"

Flummoxed by the arrival of one of Odin's legendary personal guard Sif quickly composed herself, speaking in the proper clipped tone of a noblewoman:

"I am Lady Sif of Asgard, Goddess of War and sworn protector of the 9 realms -Mmmphg!"

Covering Sif's mouth with her hand Valkyrie rolled her eyes, slurring as she spoke:

"Less noise alright?! I'm nursing a major hangover here."

Tugging at the chains that twisted around her mid-section Sif felt momentary relief. Fingers finding the clasps of her armour however the brunette frowned as her fellow warrior pulled away an outer plate:

"What are you doing? Release me!!"

Ignoring the brunette before her Valkyrie continued to remove Sif's shoulder guards, throwing the armour aside:

"Sorry; I'm not here for that."

Swinging from her chains Sif ground her teeth, utterly helpless and increasingly vulnerable as each piece of metal was thrown aside, leaving the beautiful brunette in just her tight red leather dress and thigh high boots:

Again considering the strange warrior now so close to her; Sif noticed the ceremonial gold choker around the woman's neck, a universal symbol of subservience, Sif had used a similar device to subdue Lorelai on Earth. But whom could break in a Valkyrie??

Catching Sif's gaze Valkyrie smirked coldly:

"Like my bling huh? Don't worry; it will be yours soon enough."

"Why are you doing this!?"

"You are to be Asgard's latest offering; here in the forbidden realm of Niflheim as a slave to the Goddess of Death."

"You serve her??" Sif gasped: "But you are a Valkyrie?!!"

"I know," Valkyrie responded dryly, rolling her eyes: "And I am not 'A' Valkyrie' I am 'the' Valkyrie; definite article."

Absorbing this latest discovery Sif felt a pang of sympathy; so this was Brunnhilde, the last of a legendary all-female army that had been rumoured destroyed:

"I am sorry for your losses... but I am a great warrior! Not some space bug or mewling maiden of Midgard!!"

"So was I," Valkyrie muttered. Smiling lopsidedly the drunken former warrior proceeded to burp in Sif's face: "Urgh-but you get used to it!"

Lashes fluttering, Sif shook her head:

"We are on the same side Valkyrie: My king is investigating the bad dreams our people share! Ragnarok is coming!"

Again Valkyrie rolled her eyes at her fellow immortal:

"You are here to satiate her appetites; nothing more." Valkyrie tutted, feeling a pang of sympathy for the stubborn warrior:

"In my day he sent his elite guard, formed an entire squadron of women just to satisfy my mistresses' cravings. And she broke them all! Let's hope you are as strong as you think you are..."

"I don't break." Sif replied stubbornly.

Gaze becoming distant, suddenly Valkyrie refused to meet her companion's eye:

"I only survive because I gave myself to her; body and soul. But mainly... body. Do yourself a favour hot stuff; make the same choice."

Horrified Sif scowled at the fallen warrior in disgust:

"You have no honour!"

Valkyrie shrugged: "But I'm alive ain't I?"

Stepping back from the vulnerable brunette the slave spoke truthfully:

"Now all I wish is to find somewhere outside of Hel to drink myself to death. And if you play your part? I can."

Again hearing the echoing of encroaching footsteps Valkyrie straightened up. Her whole demeanour shifting the petulant slave became tense, whispering to her fellow captive quickly:

"Trust me; this is a mercy compared to the alternative so do as she says. Die a thousand little deaths for her or-"

"-Or what??" Sif muttered ruefully:

"Or Asgard dies a million real ones."

Another woman emerging from the dark green mist all around them, this one cast a truly imposing shadow:

Swaggering into Sif's field of vision the Goddess of Death matched her eery throne; sharp black antlers giving way to a statuesque body clasped in skintight black and green leather; this Goddess was the definition of dominance. Sharp blue eyes framed with blurred black mascara she glared back at her captive before smiling widely:

"So you are to be my latest pet; Wonderful."

Taking a seat on her throne the Goddess crossed her legs, languishing in her power as Valkyrie took her place at her side; the once proud warrior kneeling subserviently beside her Mistress.

Addressing this woman Sif raised her chin; attempting dignity in spite of the heavy chains wrapped tight around her:

"I am Lady Sif of Asgard, Goddess of War and sworn protector of the 9 realms. Ragnarok is coming-"

"-Yada yada yada! My god I forgot how pompous our people can be."

Laughing at the prisoner the woman slipped both hands over her forehead; antlers swept away to reveal her long black hair:

"What were you the god of again??"

"War."

Answering on her behalf another woman glided down from the misty green caverns above as Sif watched on incredulously; Captain Marvel illuminating the darkness with her cosmic light.

"And how's that going for you??" the Goddess asked; taunting the bound brunette sarcastically.

Ignoring the barb Sif focused on her salvation. Resplendent in her trademark red and blue costume, Carol contrast greatly with the other warriors as she touched down on the scorched black floor of the chamber. Landing gracefully between the Asgardians however, the glowing blonde seemed at ease with this strange situation. And Sif soon realised why:

"So..." Carol exclaimed, turning from Sif to address Hela: "What do you think of my Sacrifice??"

"Who the hell do you think you are!?" Sif yelled voice dripping with disgust.

Stepping toward the bound brunette Carol answered truthfully:

"Me? I'm just a bystander to your people's squabbles. I came to Hel exploring but what I found here..."

Glancing over at Valkyrie, Carol nodded to the Asgardian slave who clearly announced her owner:

"This is Hela; first born daughter of Odin," bowing her head the broken warrior continued on sheepishly:

"She is our Mistress..."

Flabbergasted Sif rattled in her chains:

"But that would mean-"

"-Yep" Carol responded: "this is your rightful Queen!"

Swallowing hard Sif's mind raced as she absorbed this latest blow; if true it was not Carol that betrayed her but the King himself; everything she had known was a lie!!

Nodding Carol looked between the triumphant Hela and the crestfallen Sif. No fan of the patriarchy the cosmic super woman had been very pleased to discover Hela in her travels; at least until she had come to know her... But ultimately it was not her place to intercede in Ragnarok; this was Gods and Magic and literally not her Realm. But she could influence its path... Again meeting Sif's gaze however, Carol did feel some sympathy for having, both literally and figuratively, rocked this warrior woman's world:

"Discipline and sacrifice..." Carol repeatedly simply.

Finally understanding the Captain's intention Sif went pale, the true reason the cosmic blonde had brought her here: to submit to her new Queen.