@stcrm-breaker
Once upon a time, Valkyrie had held the Asgardian royal family in the highest regard. It had taken her some time to warm up to Odin after Sigmund was killed, but the fact that the Allfather allowed her to see her lover’s soul to Valhalla went a long ways into gaining her trust and, eventually, she’d loved him just as the other Asgardians had. It had been foolish, naive, and shortsighted. She realized too late that Odin was only ever in it for himself, and despite the way his son seemed far less selfish, Valkyrie wasn’t the sort who was quick to believe in outward appearances.
When she heard of Asgard’s plight, she’d thought the royal family dead. She hadn’t mourned them, though she found she hadn’t rejoiced the way she thought she might. It was a grim,empty sort of feeling, a realization that no matter what became of Odin, his sins remained.
That didn’t mean she was pleased to see a familiar blonde idiot walking towards her in the park, grinning like a loon. Valkyrie all but groaned at the sight, crossing her arms over her chest as Thor approached. “Thought you were dead,” she told him in lieu of a greeting. “I think I’ll need more wine.”