#valhallic

i actually started this yesterday—

      honestly, she doesn’t really mind the circumstances. all things considered, this is probably exactly what she deserved for staying at practice late despite the clouds that loomed overhead. but it’s not unbearable ... just wet. she gives another squeeze to rid herself of the feeling, but pauses when her eyes catch another splash ... onto someone’s shoes ?  “  —oh. sorry. i’ll move over a bit.  ”

     They’re having a picnic at the farm, plaid blanket spread out under a large, flowering plum tree. There are petals scattered everywhere, decorating their many snacks, books, toys, and of course, themselves as well. But they don’t mind it at all. Lying together on their backs, they watch as the wind blows through the branches, making the flowers rain over them.

“Mitty, Mitty~” Alice calls out in a conspiratorial voice that prefaces the sharing of a secret, a small hand reaching for his and holding onto it preciously. “I love you~!”

The sun suddenly grows brighter, and this picture perfect image becomes blurrier and blurrier at the edges until all that is left is the feeling of it. A fuller, more grownup version of that same warm and affectionate voice finally registers in his mind, and gently wakes him from his slumber.

            “you look lovely today, nic,” taeyeon comments, having invited herself in by way of breaking and entering. nicola is probably used to it by now; she hates using front doors, and she makes this well-known. she smiles, brilliant and dimpled, placing a little paper box just outside of nicola’s workspace.

             “i come bearing gifts. just one, but a gift is a gift is a gift.”

morning after starters ( @valhallic ).

             verbalized opposition is enough to halt eve in her tracks. not that she wanted to get up in the first place, but...typically she was the one begging him not to get up. it’s hard to keep from grinning when the tables are turned so favorably. she does intend to milk this for all its worth, though. ❝ hmm...i dunno, shouhei. i think a shower might be calling my name? ❞ the fact that she said shower and not bath should have been a dead giveaway that she was teasing him. ❝ do you just not want me to leave because i’ll inevitably lift the blanket and let the cold air in for a second or... ❞

Presided over by the god Odin, this vast hall has five hundred and forty doors. The rafters are spears, the hall is roofed with shields, and breast-plates litter the benches. A wolf guards the western door and an eagle hovers over it.

The Valkyries, who are "shield maidens," bring half of the heroes that die on the battle fields to Valhalla. The rest go to Folvang, a hall of the goddess Freya.

The heroes in Vahalla are called the Einherjar. By day they fight and by night they feast and drink mead. Always, they are preparing for the oncoming battle of Ragnarok.

When the Ragnarok commences, eight hundred warriors will march shoulder to shoulder out of each door. They will fight by the side of th Asagradian gods in a heroic battle that ends this universe.

In Old Norse, Valhalla is Valhöll. Among the Odin Brotherhood, the place is also called White-Kingdom. Various creatures live around Valhalla, such as the stag Eikþyrnir and the goat Heiðrún, both described as standing atop Valhalla and consuming the foliage of the tree Læraðr.

Valhalla is attested in the Poetic Edda, compiled in the 13th century from earlier traditional sources, in the Prose Edda (written in the 13th century by Snorri Sturluson), in Heimskringla (also written in the 13th century by Snorri Sturluson) and in stanzas of an anonymous 10th century poem commemorating the death of Eric Bloodaxe known as Eiríksmál as compiled in Fagrskinna. Valhalla has inspired various works of art, publication titles, and elements of popular culture, and has become a term synonymous with a martial (or otherwise) hall of the chosen dead.✨🧚🏻