Legendary

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Accepting | Mutuals Only

Letting the last of her clothes fall to the floor, Natasha moved over to the tub and turned the water on, she was in desperate need to relax, and what better way to do so than to take a nice warm bath with an overload of bubbles.

Finding her lavender bubble bath after getting the water temperature just right, she poured a very good amount of the purple colored bath soap into the water, which instantly frothed with bubbles, and smiled as the scent also filled the air of the bathroom.

"Just in time, care to join me?" Natasha knew it was Thor, and the tub was certainly large enough and then some. Not waiting for a response, she moved and settled into the water after turning off the flow and settled into it, looking at him through the bit of steam, a brow arched expectantly.

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Accepting | Mutuals Only

In everyone's life, there were things, people, places, and so on that some kind of closure was needed. A good portion of Natasha's past was littered with such things, but today she had sought to deal with one of them. With everything that had happened, there hadn't been time for her to talk to the man she now knew was James Buchanan Barnes, best friend to Steve Rogers, and also the man who had trained her during the later years in the Red Room, and who had shown her that there could be something good even in the darkest of places, and she had done the same for him. It wasn't that she meant to keep it from the man she loved now and would until she took her last breath, but it had never exactly come up, and how do you even bring such a thing up anyways?

Steve had come to visit New Asgard, and he had brought Bucky with him, which gave Natasha the chance she had to finally talk to the man, they had grabbed lunch together and talked, him telling her about his work with Sam and her about being married to Thor, having Anya, and all the things that had come with that. Apologies came as well, mostly from James which Natasha waved off, she had never blamed him for shooting her in Odessa, she had just been glad to know he was alive.

"It wasn't intentional..." Natasha sighed, realizing she should have told Thor where she was going for the afternoon, the fact she didn't, well, she knew how it looked, her talking to a man who had been her lover in the past and not mentioning it to the man she was married to now, "It wasn't something I could just randomly tell you, oh by the way back when I was in the Red Room Steve's best friend, who I only knew as the Winter Soldier at the time trained me, and we got close and fell in love, and it wasn't allowed so it's kind of my fault he fell into Hydra's hands."

SOFT  DETAILS  FOR SMUT  &  INTIMATE  MOMENTS 

Accepting | Mutuals Only

It's been years. It feels like longer, ages that they've been together and living this life they both build and fought for. But it doesn't matter, every time Thor looks at her like this and says those words, she still wonders how. With the scars that live on her skin, her history laid bare for him to see. Her body beyond those few marks absolutely perfect, like a well oiled machine and far from the kind of perfect he means.

"You sure about that?" She's mostly teasing with the question, wanting to hear more pretty words and praises from his lips, wanting to feel his lips, his touch on her body, in all those right places that he knows so well.

Before he can give an answer, Natasha leans up, sliding one hand to rest at the back of her husband's neck, applying pressure to get him to meet her halfway as she kisses him until they both need a chance to breathe.

"And you," her voice is thick and raspier than normal, "are still wearing too many clothes," small fingers trace the top of his pants, her lips pressing against the side of his jaw, leaving the heat of little kisses in their wake.

It does! Well, she earned it anyways, I have a whole headcanon about it, you can find it here. :)

Put a "◊" in my ask for a sticky note left on your fridge in the morning by my muse.

Accepting | Mutuals Only

On the fridge in the kitchen of their home in New Asgard, a yellow sticky note was placed on its silver surface with neat, tight penmanship.

We're out of chocolate milk. This is a PROBLEM. -your wife and daughter ♥

Angst Inducing Anon Asks 

Accepting | Open to anyone

Slender fingers paused in going through the stack of missives she was helping Thor sort through, making different piles for him according to urgency. It seemed even though her days at SHIELD were far behind her, there was no escape from paperwork.

"... who's They exactly?" Green eyes center and narrow on the Thunder God. Ever since the fall of Asgard, she often had suspicions there were things he wasn't telling her or only telling her part of. Perhaps it was one of the universe's ways of mocking her, giving her a very hefty dose of her own medicine.

"And are you talking about Those Powers?" Natasha knew he'd get her meaning, the ones that came from the exposure to the Power Stone when Natasha was pregnant with Anya and infected with the Infinity Gem in question.

ASSORTED PROTECTIVE SENTENCE STARTERS  (some are shippy)

Accepting (Mutuals Only)

"Yes." 

She doesn't hesitate, and that one word speaks volumes of things. A straightforward response, something that at times even now, years into their relationship, their marriage she still struggles with at times, not wanting to worry Thor, not wanting to keep him from doing what he has to do no matter what, but with this? She cannot do anything but speak the absolute truth to him.

"It always will... I know, the chance of something happening, of you being taken from me, or me from you and Anya isn't high, but it could happen, and logically, I have to look at it that way, I don't know how else to sometimes..."

Natasha's life was littered with the pain of loss of lovers, family, and friends. Over the years of being with Thor, in living a life she could have never dreamed of by his side, those fears and worries had lessened, but they were still there, a part of her, and sometimes they reminded her of their existence.

The night air was cool against her skin as they sat there in their bed while she tried to calm her heart back down to a normal rhythm of beats. A nightmare had slithered from the dark recesses of her mind, of everything she had built, the life she had being taken from her, leaving her behind with her anguish and nothing else.  

"I haven't had a nightmare in years... I'm sorry," teeth dug into her bottom lip as she pushed her hair back and looked at the man she loved, "everything has been so quiet and calm lately, I guess my subconscious is worried it's too good to last."

Random Asks | Always Accepting

"I'm not opposed..." a sort of sheepish expression briefly crossed Natasha's features at the bluntness of her husband, it amused her, "have you talked to Volstagg and his bunch? We can always send her off with them." frankly out of anyone they could let watch Anya, the family of the tall and robust member of the Warriors Three was the best option.

"Or, we could go away somewhere ourselves? Anya will be looked after well by everyone here for a day or two." Things had been calm lately, and Natasha wasn't going to be pessimistic about that, that there wasn't a distant storm brewing.

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Accepting (Mutuals only)

Idly, half-heartedly, Natasha pointed the tip of the sword at Thor, letting the very edge of it rest just under his proud chin. Her hand not wrapped around the hilt of the weapon rested at her hips, and there was an indecisive expression across her features.

"Sif said I should learn how to use a sword... so I'm trying..." even her tone wasn't sure about this endeavor. Her idea of a sharp pointy weapon were knives, which allowed her quicker results and swifter too. Again, in her opinion.

"I mean, there are some advantages to a large blade," her expression shifted, a glint of mischievousness sparking in her green eyes as she dragged that sharp tip down her husband's neck, barely touching his skin until she got to the neck of the shirt he wore and added a little pressure, just enough to cut into the fabric, splitting open a couple of inches, full lips curving into a smirk.

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Accepting | Mutuals Only

Honestly, Natasha's phone didn't buzz that often these days, everyone was busy, and everyone had their lives including her. Being Queen of New Asgard wasn't a walk in the park, and after everything that had happened over the last few years, she took the job seriously. Nose in a book, getting a break from some of the duties that came with the title, she dog eared the page she was on and picked her phone up, one brow arching as high as it could at what the message was, a snort of amusement falling from her lips.

[text: Thunder Hubby] Cute. Good use of the lighting too. ;) [text: Thunder Hubby] If you need some help dealing with that you know where to find me.

Wisely she did not save the very sensuous photo Thor had sent her, but she did stare at it for a few minutes, teeth digging into her lower lip before she deleted the message and set her phone aside to resume reading while waiting for a response one way or another.