valkyrja reginleif

loki-masterofchaos :

Loki was not a festive person. But this year, he counted his blessings and actually found it in him to find that more innocent and childish side of him. Maybe it was because he had more peace or his family with him, or simply grew out of too much bitterness. No matter the reasons behind it, he must have surprised everyone.  “Antlers ? ….Fine , go ahead. “ 

Sigyn was possibly the most festive person in all of the world, and even so far as to adapt midgard customs that went so far as having lights hung throughout her home and now–now she had a pair of antlers to put on her husband’s head. “Really?” Her eyes lit up and her smile grew wider as she put the headband on his and kissed his face. “You are adorable.”

With everything that had happened, it was nice for Thor to be able to celebrate this holiday season with his family without it appearing that an argument would ensue. Perhaps things were changing. If so, Thor would gladly embrace it. Thor eyed the antlers and smiled jovially as he allowed Sigyn to place them on his head. “Well, brother, I would say that those suit you must better than your helmet,” Thor agreed with a smile, enjoying his beverage as he enjoyed this moment of merriment between them all.

Brunhilde didn’t answer this question because she couldn’t find the words, maybe was it because the doubt was worst than the truth? Maybe because Reginleif looked like the only one with answers? She listened but once again she was wordless. It was a lot to handle, a lot to trust, she had nothing to argue with but it didn’t mean that she could just believe and agree with everything that easily. She looked at her sword and frowned a bit, still not really recognizing it but she instinctively put her fingers on the blade, touching it before staring at the tattoo. “You…” She had no idea of how to finish her sentence but she slowly touched her arm, feeling her skin, the soft reliefs of the tattoo, shivering at this familiar sensation. “I…” She couldn’t remember but she was definitively feeling something, this warm pain in her chest, something she could recognize. “I…” She looked at her in the eyes. “Make me remember.”

       Reginleif didn’t move at first. She gave her time. Maybe she was too hard on her. But she, as well, was suffering from having lost her. It changed her. In ways that could be defined as dangerous. She broke her vow for love. She disobeyed the most sacred of the Valkyrior’s law for love. She was lucky. She could have been kicked out of the Valkyries for love. For her. Reginleif shivered when she touched her but stayed still until Brunhilde asked something from her. She wasn’t really sure how to do that besides forcing her memories out. But maybe give her the memories Reginleif had of her was an idea to start with? Honestly, she reacted impulsively and didn’t think any longer. ‘Leif put the sword down and reached for Brunhilde’s neck with a hand. Only to join their lips. Oh by the Nine Realms, she had missed her. So much. She was alive. Yes, she was alive! The Valkyrie however quickly broke the kiss. “I thought you were dead...” she repeated in a murmur, closing her eyes for a second before coming back to the ground. “I... I’m sorry.” she apologized and made a step back, looking away.

This explanation sounded like a fantasy tale, a part of it seemed realistic but the rest looked like a big joke. She died to reborn as what? A goddess? She trained them? Guided them? All of this really was like a fairy tale or a myth you sometimes heard at school, it was fiction, words and fiction. But she looked at Reginleif, she saw her look, her emotions, she wasn’t acting, no, not at all. Brunhilde looked at her, feeling weirdly sorry. “I don’t remember it, I can’t put pictures on what you say, I’m not… not anymore if that what happened.” No pictures, no memories were showing up at those explanations, nothing but maybe feelings. She was confused but behind that, behind the fear and the loss of the small control she had on her own life, she could feel something else, something hard to explain. Regrets? Remorses? Nostalgia? Love? Sadness?  She couldn’t tell but it was overwhelming. 

       Reginleif frowned. Alright, if the nice version wouldn’t work, she had to be a little bit harder. “Then why did you come to me? Just to say hi to someone you meet once in your life? Someone you dreamt of their name? You don’t remember but you have doubts because... I don’t know what that telepath showed you, but they can’t really make things up.” She made a step closer. “You have that strength you told me about. Where do you think Barbara got that strength? In the street? You can see people dying, you can do so much more than what you think... and you know it, I’m sure of it. You do have pictures of it, somewhere, you do... I can’t have dreamt it all... You just have to force them out.” She shook her head and let a breath out. Reginleif took her sword out of her belt and placed it on both her hands to show her. “Look at that. Touch it if you want and tell me you don’t know what it is and that you never saw that in your life.” She spoke while openly showing her tattooed arm at the same time with the symbol of the Valkyries.