#lore verse

Val was curled in the chair of the observation room as best she could, hands cuffed to the table in front of her because she was a 5150, a harm to herself or to others. She was more bony than the sleek form she'd been, she was starving, slowly losing her body with the slow, corrosive degrade of being seperated from Yggdrasil. She hadn't set foot on soil in near a year. 

"Why is she cuffed, you know that causes her anxiety!" 

At least her 'therapist' understood. 

"She tried to tear her 'wings' off again."

A patient sigh from her therapist and a muttered, "not again." 

She just wanted to die now but she didn't even have enough magic left to summon her wings from her glamour and rip them off herself. She had finally lost her focus, lost her balance between reality, her memories, and her nightmares. She was Foresworn twice over. She deserved no promise of service in Valhalla, because she had failed him. Hot tears welled in her eyes and slowly dripped down her cheeks. She was his death, he believed her his salvation. 

And she simply brought him damnation.

She didn't bother to look up, sunken shadows surrounding now dull black eyes, the gold ring around her pupil gone brown with her decay of magic. her hair was limp, her skin colorless. 

To starve a Valkyrie, was to ensure the cruelest torture.

"Valerie, you have a visitor."

Eyes slowly lifted, unashamed and uncaring of the tears falling across her face. A familiar perfume filled her nose and the tears fell faster.

"Sister," Val rasped, speaking for the first time in weeks. "Please kill me. Just let me die, please." She begged, stretching her cuffed hands as far forward as she could, skeletal looking fingers reaching beseechingly.

Choking heat. Suffocating water. No! Refuse to answer the questions! More suffocating heat. Or was it choking water? Screaming, who was screaming?!

Val fought her way out from under the heavy weight, screaming and trying to untangle herself from the covers. Hands found her wrists, trying to still her flailing and she tried to wrench herself away. "DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!" She screamed, voice cracking. She fought herself out of the blankets and away from the press of a warm body against hers. She shivered in the near icy room and pressed herself against the headboard, trying to catch her breath for lungs that thought they were being starved of air. 

The sweat on her skin cooled her seething mind and she started to register where she was. The smell of him in the room, the sight of his sword sitting in the corner, next to hers, the feeling of their sheets under her palm. She looked up at her concerned and sleep tousled bedmate, studying him and slowly recognizing him. Then it clicked. It was a nightmare. She had had a nightmare.

"She is," Juliet replied with a nod, nuzzling closer to him. She loved when she got to be with him like this and didn’t think that it happened often enough. They had both been too stressed of late and probably needed more time together to sooth and balance themselves. 

She leaned up an her elbow, startled by his words. “You two got into a physical fight and you didn’t tell me?” She nearly cried out with the words, not believing that he wouldn’t tell something that important. However, she also knew that he meant it when he said that he wanted to fix things, therefore, she pressed her lips to his for a fierce kiss. “Of course I will help you. I love you, Thor.”

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"Hey now! None of that. Or we will be disappearing into a tent before we have even had anytime with our siblings." He laughed quietly with his words, as he moved back slightly. He wanted to spend time with her, sure. However, he had also come to spend time with his sister and new brother. 

Thor grimaced at the shock. "Yes we fought." Thor admitted and pulled her close. "Thank you, I am hoping I can fix things with her this excursion. I at least am looking forward to trying." Thor chuckled lightly under her kiss and stroked her hair once they pulled away, listening to his sister's laughter and the sound of his new brother's laughter with a smile. 

"Do you want to join them, beloved?" He asked quietly and sat up slighlty on his elbows. "Let's go, the water looks enticing to play in." He hadn't been back to the beach since she died on it, but once with Valerie and Steve, when he learned to surf. He stood and offered his hand to her with a small smile. 

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Val huffed at him but grinned and her eyes sparkled for him. "Awww okay I'll try and behave." She teased and bobbed closer towards him, teasing a finger down his abs. "I pinky swear I'll be good." The wicked smirk tugging at her lips belied that as false. She loved teasing him, or getting him hot and bothered for her, it made her particularly gleeful to exact some of his own kind of revenge. 

[text-Elskan] About 4 hours ago? Maybe more? 

[text-Elskan] I made a couple extra stops as well. So don't worry about the ridiculous amount of bags I'm about to show up with. 

[text-Elskan] Kitchen things. Some stuff for the guest rooms. A few things for our rooms. Nothing major. 

What weapon does your muse prefer?

Val prefers her Valkyrie blade above even a gun now. She forged the blade herself, a communion of her soul with Yggdrasil to learn ancient magic. The blade will not feel the same for anyone else, it will be unbalanced, and the grip just the slightest bit uncomfortable. It’s layered, saturated, and interwoven with Val’s magic. Much like Mjolnir is a conduit for Thor’s magic, Val’s Valkyrie blade is much the same for her, it can withstand an outpouring of her magic and help focus it. 

A drabble about a beloved one lost in a fight.

Val looked at her daughter and sighed, she had her fathers expressive brows and now they were knitted as she looked up from her sketch book for a moment before a picking a new copic. “That’s pretty little chickadee.” Val murmured in thought and her daughter showed her the sketch with a small smile. “It’s not that he wants to, baby girl. You know that right? Your father loves you more than anything. He just has a very taxing and demanding job.”

Val padded down the steps from her master suite, shaking the last droplets of water from her wings after her shower. She had been so nervous after leaving the voicemail on his phone she spent a few hours in the gym. She felt calmer now, less nervous and spastic, like she was going to lose her mind. She fidgeted with her cardigan and glanced to the blacked out windows to judge when sundown was by the feeling in the air against her wings when she heard his voice. Oh of course he would come straight here.

She tucked her wings away quickly before he saw them and couldn’t help the silly smile on her face as she bounced down the last few steps and around the wall obstructing her from his view. “I’m here, Kristoff.” She grinned at him and her flats clicked quietly on her wood floors as she walked towards him. She smiled nervously. Her muscles in her legs cramped slightly as she wanted to sprint across the room and launch at him, Valkyrie leaping the way Jules did to Thor. She held herself steady by sheer will. She wanted to, but not yet.

She paused and the majority of her living room stood between them. Not that distance really mattered for the two of them, a single leap and either of them could cross that obstacle. In truth she had bought a few bottles of nice wine and set out candles and even bought a new fluffy sheepskin rug and floor pillows for in front of the fireplace. She wanted tonight to go really well, even if she was telling him some of the worst parts of herself. She swallowed anxiously and was thankful she'd put her make upon before she had come downstairs and not waited, it helped with the feeling of vulnerability he always gave her.