Marvel Imagines

Stargazing [W.M.] ☀️🧊

Wanda Maximoff x fem!Odinson!Reader

Summary: the six times you embarrass yourself in front of Wanda Maximoff, and the one time you impress her.

Warnings: None! all fluff

Word Count: 8.6k

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Terra, Midgard, Earth. All are among the names of the small planet that apparently, you've been called too. You know of both your brothers' fascination with the place and its inhabitants. Humans, you believe they're called.

Personally you've never had any interaction with the terrene, but the stories brought back by Thor of his travels there and the amusing nature of humans happened to peak your interest.

Unfortunately you've never had the time or warrant to go, your brother's might providing sufficient power to defend the tiny planet. Today though, luck just happens to be in your favor when you're informed of his new quest: chasing knowledge of the infinity stones across the galaxy.

It's a beautiful day on Asgard, as it always is, the sun shining happily upon your home and its people. A gentle breeze swishes the golden cape you adorn back and forth as you make your way towards the Bifrost where Heimdall is expecting you. The light glints pleasantly off of the light silver of your armor, the darker blues that accent it contrasting nicely.

There's some mission waiting for you on some allied planet of Asgard. Negotiations, politics, diplomatic relations, etc. are all part of keeping the Nine Realms in order, and you're Odin's chosen one to handle it all. As the god of light, joy, and purity you radiate a natural beauty and charm that gives you the ability to, say, persuade any rivals of your father's into benefiting the king.

In other words you're his little errand girl tasked with mopping up any of the All-Father's messes, of which there are plenty. He's most definitely not well known for his graciousness or patience. It's not ideal, show ponying around in order to maintain peace, but your job is necessary for the preservation of Asgard. Your work of amity and harmony has gained you a reputation as the golden girl of Asgard, a figurehead for beauty and allure, a juxtaposition to your brother Loki, and a parallel to Thor.

Might you occasionally take advantage of this draw? Perhaps, but where would be the fun of possessing this power of magnetism if you couldn't use it to attract some attention? In this way you are also known as a bit of a player, as you would come to know it on Earth. This label doesn't bother you much, in fact it only seems to increase your larger than life prestige, somehow making people even more enamored by you.

Case in point, as you stride into the domed Bifrost a guard comes crashing into you from around the corner, causing you both to fall to the ground. You're quicker on your feet than the other lady, who, as you offer your hand to help her up, is quite beautiful. She has black hair that looks impossibly soft on top of her head and round brown eyes that stare up at you in surprise. You flash her a disarming grin as you help her up, one that works to fluster her as she looks down to brush imaginary dirt from her clothes.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going," she apologizes quickly, her face reddening from a mix of embarrassment and bashfulness.

"It's quite alright," you assure, nodding your head and offering a flirtatious smirk upon noticing how easily the woman blushes. "Just be more careful next time, I wouldn't want anything to happen to that pretty face of yours." A wink this time for good measure, sending her off after her friend down the bridge. You make a mental note to find the name of that guard later, and to pay her a visit when you do.