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: ·ﾟ✧ ⚔  𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗡𝗘𝗗 -- 𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗣𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧 / 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗘𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗩𝗘 / 𝗠𝗨𝗧𝗨𝗔𝗟𝗦 𝗢𝗡𝗟𝗬 𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗬𝗥𝗜𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗖𝗨. Comic, MCU, myth & -- heavily headcanon based Valkyrie / Brunnhilde. Established Nov. 2017. Written by Princess Harmony. 

𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗚𝗟𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗖 ⚔ 𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗔𝗚 ⚔ 𝗔𝗦𝗞

Fingers curled against her palms as she took a deep breath of sea air and followed the road to the elaborate marble outcropping that looked over the sea, breathing in both the salt in the air and a REALIZATION that now ---- there was no where else to go. 

Following the path, blown forward by the force of the wind and her own curiosity, the Valkyrie found her. Sitting in the shadow of the statue, for once dwarfed by the size of another, small in the darkness. Another warrior so far from home, just as LOST at sea as the King of New Asgard felt that she ( still - ) was ...

“ You left without saying goodbye, ” she smiled and tilted her head to one side before lowering herself onto the bench beside the Amazon, the moon high in the night sky, causing the marble around them to glow. She was quiet for a moment, the smile fading from her lips as she leaned closer, her expression earnest,“ If you need to LEAVE, Diana ... you can tell me. You are not my subject, you don’t owe me anything but ... if you don’t feel comfortable here ---- you can go. ”

It had called to her, that expanse of blue intersected with long trailing pieces of cloud, teasing her with all its POSSIBILITIES as her eyes were pulled back to the piles of paper spread out before her. Strings of numbers trailed down their length in never ending rows, buffeted by stacks of charts that blurred together in one giant mass of ... black and red. 

It was mind numbing but it was also ... the FUTURE of New Asgard, the boring mechanics that had made and would continue to make this warren of space tossed vikings ... a viable town, a real country that would stand up shoulder to shoulder with the Wakanda’s and United States of the world ... some day.  If only their king could keep her eyes on the paper that was sprawled out before her, and keep focused on those speaking around her. If only the King of New Asgard could stay attuned to the battle plan laid out in crop yields and investments, the prospective interest of tourists from South America and then Asia, the possibility of trade in gold and cloth weaving, action figures of gods thought dead, goat milk, they could maybe ... stand a chance ---- 

The first clap of THUNDER came like a respite from the gods, a distraction that cut the American delegate off mid - sentence and turned all eyes toward the windows. What was once blue sky was now starting to churn in the distance over the sea, spinning white clouds into gray. The Valkyrie smiled and leaned forward in her seat, palms flat against the reams of paper. “ Don’t look so excited senator, ” she said it in jest and yet she felt a little thrill starting in her chest. How long had it been since Thor had returned ... home ? " Not every thunder storm is the heralding of a god ... ” her eyes lingered on the windows before she peeled them away and returned back on the besuited woman who looked flustered. How often had she been interrupted by the possible entrance of a Norse myth ? By the look on her face the answer was ... never. The warrior king leaned back in her seat and brought one leather booted foot onto the edge of the table and grinned, “ It rains in New Asgard, just like it does on the other side of Atlantic --- a thunder storm is no reason to stop a presentation this ... thrilling. ” 

Somewhere over her right shoulder the Valkyrie could feel Miek’s bristling. Together, they were currently working on ‘ Kingly Decorum ’, but the warrior smoothed it over with a smile and a courteous unfurling of a palm. Sans a weapon it was an invitation to ... Please, CONTINUE. 

As the woman opened her mouth and continued her monologue on the importance of high soybean imports --- there was another crack of thunder accompanied by a jagged slice of lightening - throwing the room into sharp, black and white bureaucratic relief and brining the Valkyrie to her feet. There was a HUMMING in the air now, a sound that made the hair on her arms stand up and caused the Midgardians to grip their leather bound bags and well laminated folders. Something was happening -- something other worldly was ... coming, the Valkyrie could feel it in her bones and she didn’t think it was a golden haired god ...

In a blur of pinstripes and metal the Valkyrie was out of her seat and just as quick out of the room --- after all why did Kings have an assistant if not to ... leave ABRUPTLY due to outer worldly concerns ? Miek could make her apologies in a very long and very drawn out series of hisses ( along with a diagram and a details plan for rescheduling - that she was already drawing up -- ) while leading the delegation to the shelter that had been build beneath the Sal. 

By the time that the Valkyrie made it to the center of town she could see that this was not any thunder storm - her gaze was directed downwards towards the screaming, retreating crowd of a tour that had just left the shrine built to what was left of Mjölnir. Beneath the outcropping the sea had turned an ugly green, with white capped waves in what had, only moments before, been a still afternoon scene. The tour was running from the exposed platform of white marble as the clouds above them turned the same brackish color as the ocean below them, the clouds almost black as they rumbled. And yet one, small figure remained, one body leaning over the glass covered shards of that mythical weapon as the wind picked up and their clothing - simple, Midgardian, was tugged at by the ever increasing gusts that came in, ANGRY from the sea.

The Valkyrie moved quickly down the well paved main street, down the elegant steps that told of Asgard’s history in scenes etched in gold and marble. Dragonfang materialized in her hand as she ushered tourists and locals alike into shops and homes, a force of WARRIORS building at her back as she leapt over gates used to keep tourists ( and their multi - national currency -- ) at bay. It was only then, as she stepped onto the marbled terrace that she saw how small the person was ... a woman ----- 

“ What are you DOING ? ” her voice bellowed towards the guards that stood mute around the fractured weapon, their own pointed towards the female intruder and yet doing ... nothing to stop her. “ How can you just ----- stand there -- ? ” The Valkyrie cried out in frustration as she moved towards the stranger, her blade bright in the gathering dark. A promise filled the air as thunder rumbled and the Valkyrie felt that old ache in her arms, that familiar pulse of mortality that ran through her veins when faced with a fight. Her grip tightened around the hilt of Dragonfang as the glass around Mjölnir began to crack, the wind picking up, the thunder rumbling so loud and so powerfully now that -- distant windows were shattering, marble starting to crack around the plinth that held the mythical hammer. 

The King of New Asgard cried out as her knuckles went white with the tightness of her grip, she was mere steps from the stranger, this small, improbable thief. “ STEP BACK or I will have no choice --- ” she was screaming over the howling of the wind, “ I don’t want to hurt you, but I ---- ” it was then that the sky seemed to open up, that the sheer power of the gods ---- threw the Valkyrie to the ground, forcing the wind out of her as she looked up towards the churn of storm clouds to see the ... impossible.

“ You know ... you’ll need to file a permit --- to land ... your FRIEND, here, ” lowering her hand, the Valkyrie grinned in pure delight, reaching out her hand towards the glistening muzzle in greeting -- “ Technically. ” 

𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗩𝗔𝗟𝗛𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗔 — TODAY ! IS ! THE ! DAY ! I AM SEEING ‘ LOVE & THUNDER ’ TONIGHT AT 7PM AND I AM EMOTIONAL ABOUT IT ALREADYYYYY. I will be posting my first yell - y thoughts when I am back from the movie but I will put it under a cut and make sure to tag all my L&T spoilers ! Also, I will be back writing more often starting next week, things have been nuts at work and I am just trying to catch up, the patience is appreciated. 

We’ve seen Valk on screen since 2017 but this is the first time we really get to * SEE HER * again as more than a side character and I am nErVoUS ( to see if my characterization fits canon … not that I’m stuck to canon but its nice for validation and that is 4 years of headcanons I have built up ! ) but mostly also so very, very excited. 

This feels like a big deal for this blog so THANK YOU to everyone who has been with me so far, having grabbed this url as soon as the credits started rolling during Ragnarok ! Ah ! I’m wearing my favorite Valkyrie t - shirt and Marvel hat so … Here we gooooooo ! 

We’ve seen Valk on screen since 2017 but this is the first time we really get to * SEE HER * again as more than a side character and I am nErVoUS ( to see if my characterization fits canon ... not that I’m stuck to canon but its nice for validation and that is 4 years of headcanons I have built up ! ) but mostly also so very, very excited. 

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Nine Inch Nails - Right Where it Belongs ✰

IF THE VALKYRIE COULD CATCH HER REFLECTION IN THIS MOMENT — she would see furrowed brows, a deep streak of dirt across one cheek, darkness under her eyes and blood caked under short nails. She was working hard -- TOO HARD, every moment, of every day. It was a burden that she needed to distract her from other things ... other pain. But it was still just that ... a burden.

𝙋𝘼𝙇𝙈𝙎

You give and give. you are a gentle heart, BROKEN but still standing ... always lending a hand for those who need it, expecting nothing in return. You deserve someone taking your hand and kissing your open palm, the hands which have selflessly helped so many others.