#thunderlove

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Valkyrie wasn’t meant to be king.

She didn’t grow up royal, didn’t grow up as a lord or a noble. She grew to be a soldier, a leader, a Valkyrie. While Thor and Loki had learned diplomacy and table manners, she learned swordfighting and analyzing the enemy.

But then her women died… Loki and Hela and Odin and Freya perishing with them… the prince to the throne had appointed her king. Valkyrie hadn’t expected it. She wasn’t born for this. Even if it was true that she was better with their people, how could Thor do this? They each had a destiny, a duty. Thor had given up on it.

(“I tried for a long time, Brunhilde,” Thor had said, packing his bags in a haste, “I’ve tried for the past two years while we were rebuilding. They want to make it official… They want to make me king. I can’t do this. I can’t. But you… you can.”)

But maybe that was the point, was it not? She wanted to serve her people and he didn’t.

Thor left in a hurry, searching after his next adventure, one that would ease his grief of losing his entire family. She was left with the burden of ruling.

Valkyrie had a lot to get used to. She had to learn the rules of legislating, she had to learn the rules to courts between her people and she had to learn how to command her soldiers without leading them. Guests must be welcomed, peace must be made, traitors must be found, people must be helped, history must be learnt, advisors must be heard. And Valkyrie? Valkyrie had to be overwhelmed.

But the truth was - she loved it. It was overwhelming, but it was a feeling Valkyrie had liked. Like the rush of adrenaline during a fight, the clashes of swords all around her, and the enemies surrounding her. It was the kind of overwhelmed that made her feel in control.

And when it got overwhelming in a bad way? She had Jane Foster.

Jane: what!? I'm strong and scary.

Jane: *summons lightning*