Decided to write the Valkyrie/Hulder au in chunks! A challenge since I prefer having everything done in one go. I also set a challenge to write 1000-1500 words per Part. So... failed step 1 but that’s okay! (its 2.2k) @like-redhead-probably I hope you enjoy the story your ask has started, and @giuliaciulia89 I know I’ve kept you waiting a lil on this one
For anyone popping in first? Here’s the original ask where I explain why I chose Valkyrie!Anna and Hulder!Elsa as a mythical creature au. Other than just, “I think it’s neat”
Edit: Ao3 and ff.net links!
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Anna knelt down among the grasses and extended her hand to the woman at her feet, hauling her up with a strong arm. The body gave up it’s soul without complaint, leaving it in the capable hands of the Valkyrie, which was a relief. Anna had seen many today that were not ready to move on.
“Thank you, Valkyrie, for choosing me,” the woman said, standing in front of Anna in wavering spectral blue.
“You fought well,” Anna replied, throwing an arm around her shoulders in camaraderie. “I knew you were the one the moment you donned your armor. Speaking of,” Anna’s eyes turned sad, “I’m sorry to make you wait. That wound it… was painful, wasn’t it?”
They both peered back at the ground, where the woman’s body lay. Anna felt a tremble run through her Chosen. “It wasn’t that bad,” the woman grit her teeth, attempting a smile.
Anna hummed in understanding. There was no need to put on a brave face, especially for those bound for Valhalla, but she had seen enough over the centuries to know that humans often brushed aside their suffering in the face of the unknown.
“Is there anyone you will miss?” Anna asked. She always asked.
The warrior’s head drooped, looking away from her body. “My wife,” she said solemnly. “I said goodbye to her but, there’s always the hope that you’ll get to say it one more time.” The woman put a hand on the back of her neck, suddenly sheepish. “Is it weird that I’ll also really miss my cat?”
The Valkyrie paused, blinked, and then a laugh sprang from deep within her, lighting up the middle of the battlefield like a summer breeze.
“Not at all!” Anna squeezed the woman tightly, walking them towards the edge of the field, where other Valkyries, their Chosen Dead, and their mounts, awaited. “Our pets are family too.” Anna acknowledged the other Valkyries as they approached. Many returned her greeting with smiles, but some were occupied with their charges. A few spoke softly to their Chosen, consoling them. One looked like she was regretting her choice as her warrior whooped and hollered, begging them to be off. Anna steered her Chosen to her own mount, brushing the horse’s flank. “We’ll send a message through Embla to your wife that you made it to Valhalla.”
The woman paused, bouncing back down on the leg that would have gotten her into the saddle. She looked over her shoulder, an odd expression on her face. “How did you know my cat’s name?”
Anna’s eyes twinkled. “Don’t you know? Cats are very special to Freyja. If they’re staring off into space, they’re probably talking to something you can’t see.” Anna jabbed her thumb against her armor covered chest. “And that something is usually someone, like me.”
The woman looked back at the winged horse she was mounting, then skyward. “It’s one thing to hear the stories, but… I suppose I’ll get used to this one day, won’t I?”
Anna grinned again, putting her hands on her hips. “One day, and sooner rather than later. Though hopefully, the world won’t lose it’s magic for you too quickly.”
The woman patted the neck of the steed below her, making it whiney in happiness and ruffle the feathers in its wings. “No,” she murmured, “I don’t think it will.”
“Alright then, scooch over,” Anna made shoo-ing motions with her hand.” No no, the other way! Trust me, you’ll want the view, and with me behind, you won’t fall off.” The woman paled to a morning sky blue as Anna put her foot in the stirrup, “And while you’re already dead, the fall wouldn’t be pleasant and we’d have to come rescue y--”
A small, wistful tug at the small of her back pulled her up short. The subtle kind, like the soft plucking of a musician tuning their instrument in the corner of a crowded drinking hall. The kind where they feel for the vibrations more than listen to the note to tell if they’re on the right track.
Anna froze. A frown creased her brow, her green eyes unfocussing to the middle distance.
“Is everything alright, Valkyrie?” Anna blinked and looked up at her Chosen.
“Yes, I thought I felt--.” The pull came again, against her lower ribs, close to her spine. Anna jumped back to the ground, raising her fingers to her mouth and giving a piercing whistle, bringing a fellow Valkyrie to her side immediately.
“I need you to take my Chosen to Valhalla,” Anna said firmly.
The other Valkyrie’s eyes widened. “Why?”
“We missed one.”
The Valkyrie cocked her head, concentrating. “I don’t sense another, sister.”
“But I…” Anna’s eyes were locked on the treeline at the edge of the battlefield. “I could have sworn--.”
“The skirmish is over, and you have your Chosen,” the Valkyrie motioned to Anna’s charge. “It’s your duty to take her.”
Anna’s eyes drifted back to her sister and her Chosen. She balled her fists. “We missed one,” she repeated. “I’m sure of it.”
“A deserter perhaps?” Both Valkyries looked up at the Chosen, who balked immediately. “S-Sorry,” she stammered, a ghostly blush appearing across the bridge of her nose. “I guess I don’t know how it works but, you Choose people right? Who lives and who dies? And maybe this person slipped away before the fight, which is why… you didn’t…” She sputtered to a stop, the glow overtaking her features. “Maybe that makes no sense.”
Anna and the other Valkyrie shared a look, then took in the field again.
“I suppose…” the Valkyrie began.
“...That’s possible.” Anna concluded.
The Valkyrie sighed, turning and taking the reins to Anna’s horse. “You’d better investigate then. Just to be sure.” Anna nodded, turning to take her leave. “And, Anna?” The Valkyries' eyes met, an understanding passing between them. If someone was Chosen, then it was a Valkyrie’s task to collect, one way or another. “No one escapes their fate.”
Anna put a hand on the hilt of her sword. “They won’t,” she said evenly. “One way or another.”
She bid farewell to her Chosen and all the others. As Anna made her way across the battlefield she heard the beating of wings, neighing of horses, and stomping of hooves digging into the dirt for lift off. It was always a thrill to watch the face of her Chosen as they began their journey, but as the tug came again --now a snag on her sternum, light but insistent as she trudged forward-- Anna resigned herself to next time. She focused on the feeling in her chest, thrumming with warm tension, like a rope holding a sail in place against the wind. A familiar sensation, but this one was different, and she hadn’t known how to say as much to her fellow Valkyrie. Normally, when someone was Chosen, all a Valkyrie had to do was see them, and the decision of life or death was known in an instant. If Life, a mark was placed on the person, protecting them from harm; if Death, the collection and honoring of the soul after battle and a ride to Valhalla. But this one was outside of battle - it was after, or aside. If the Choice was Life, then Anna could let it be, make the mark and return home. But if it was Death… what then? A Valkyrie was not meant to kill mankind, but to ferry and guide. What would she do if there was no one to do the deed for her?
Anna reached the treeline and paused, shaking the thoughts from her head. She would cross that bridge when she came to it, no sense in worrying before the answer was revealed. And it would be, soon, as if she had always known it.
The phantom pull beckoned her forward, as surely as being led by the hand, but now it was joined by another sensation, ringing against the shell of Anna’s ears.
Singing.
A melody without words. Unfamiliar. Lofting, glazed and sweet, through the air like droplets of honey.
Anna strode forward, swallowed immediately by the large conifers, her footsteps muffled by a dense carpet of dead pine needles. A low fog clung to her boots, eddying about in whirls at her passing. The colors of the forest were rich, swathed like dark paint strokes: greens and chips of brown, flashes of ruddy red, all saturated in hue from moisture that clung to the air itself. Compared to the carnage at her back, the serenity of the woods made Anna feel like she’d stepped into another world. Another, other world. Not one of gods or men. One of tranquility, dominated by only one thing: the voice.
It was beautiful, hitting each new note effortlessly, enchanting in it’s grace. It enticed Anna along as easily as her Valkyrie pull, in harmony with it, even. Anna felt like she was being pushed along and reeled in at the same time, a fish on a line, her pace quickening, nearly stumbling in her efforts to reach her destination. While she realized distantly that her haste should probably alarm her, fear was the furthest thing from her mind. There was only the song, only the tune, only the knowledge of her upcoming Choice.
The calming shush of water rode under the belly of the song, and in the next moment Anna realized she had arrived. The babbling curve of a river cut her off from the other side of the forest. Hardly an insurmountable gap, but a solid stop nonetheless as Anna found her footsteps echoing beneath her, now on a flat stretch of stone instead of grass and loam.
The notes ground to an abrupt halt, the silence left behind stark and empty.
...Until Anna found eyes of startling ice blue and the screaming started.
Well, Anna thought, clapping her hands over her ears, more like shrieking.
There was a flurry of movement and water sloshed up near Anna’s boots. A mouth moved but Anna couldn’t hear, still fighting the ringing in her head at the unexpectedly shrill noise. Slowly she eased her clawed fingers from around her ears, but regretted it almost instantly.
“I said--!” A graceless, high, and not at all calm voice broke through, making Anna grit her teeth, “What in the name of Odin is wrong with you?!”
Anna went to retort and give the person a good earful of her own, but to her shock, her jaw simply refused to work. In fact it was stuck, awestruck and lame. Conversely, her heart was working overtime because…
The woman in front of her was breathtakingly beautiful. Long pale hair cascaded down her shoulders, over her heaving, arm crossed chest, fanning out where it dipped into the water. Those blue eyes like the glaciers in the realm of the Frost Giants shone dazzling and fierce, framed by dark eyebrows. The mouth that had accosted her was now a firm and set line, waiting for the Valkyrie’s reply.
But more than all of that, understanding was crashing through Anna with all the power and might of Thor’s lightning. The voice, the song, and those words, the Pull: they had led her here. This woman was her Chosen. The tether in her chest practically crackled in the short distance between herself and this stranger, tingling down her limbs and filling her with the energy to act just as much as it rooted her to the spot. It became so intense that Anna felt a flush creep up her neck, the pressure of everything she felt akin to a summer bonfire trapped beneath her armor.
The woman took this change --and Anna’s continued silence-- poorly, and sank further under, leaving just her head above the water.
And maybe that was the most unbelievable thing about the whole situation. Anna was half convinced Loki had set this up - it would explain all the confusion, the unknowns, and the general strangeness. Never in all her centuries of life had a Choice made her feel like this.
Anna had found her Chosen, and the question of whether she was a warrior, which side she fought for, if she was a deserter, or just late to the fight, was suddenly irrelevant. She wasn’t lying dead waiting for Anna to pick her up, she wasn't a tortured soul, tired of combat and waiting for release. She was a young, very alive woman trying to hide as much of herself as possible, while also attempting to not get water up her nose.
Anna had found her Chosen. It was obvious and it was insistent and it made the flush creep up higher into her face, now with genuine embarrassment adding itself the list of irrational, unhelpful emotions.
Anna had found her Chosen. And to both party’s all consuming discomfort, she’d found her:
Completely, one hundred percent, naked.
“--can’t believe this…” Anna heard the woman grumble over her clamoring thoughts, “...maybe she doesn’t--.” The woman dissolved into muttering near the waterline. She seemed to reach a conclusion, clutching all of her limbs closer together as she spoke, “Who are you, and what are you doing here?”
Anna felt the Choice rise on her tongue alongside her response. Who was she? Why was she here? Life or Death?
Sorry but why did you tagged my art as elsamaren? It’s Elsa and Anna in that pic where they fly above London bridge, the comic is a bonus of my Dracula series and it strictly elsanna since 2014...
Wait, i did? My apologizes. I reblog so much on a daily basis and have to speed tag everything, so I don’t take forever, that I sometimes don’t always pay full attention. I’ll go and put the proper tags on my reblog.
@like-redhead-probably I got enough sleep I swear ;-; actually I overslept TBH
🎨- Favorite fanart(s)/ artist(s)?
I’m gonna limit my answers to those who are currently active in the fandom otherwise we will be here all day xD. Anyone who has seen my tags knows this to be true. My favorite fan artists are:
@giuliaciulia89 - because asdfghjklssh have you SEEN her line art?? And her expressions?? And how she does shading and color (with markers!! Traditional Art YO!!) literally is just... takes my breath away. Her recent Hogwarts Elsanna commission was absolutely delightful, but I am always delighted to see her original content as well such as her 101 Dalmatians au and her All For One And All For Love Three Musketeers au. It has so many mysteries, I’m very intrigued. Watching her process is very relaxing as well, like *sketch, sketch, sketch* and suddenly WHOA, there’s like, a whole concept outlines in no time at all. Incredible
@zero-kiba - because while much more active on Deviantart, I am ALWAYS extremely gay for Copper! That’s been going on 5 WHOLE YEARS Y’ALL! I stayed up until the sun started creeping through my windows catching up on every single page that I’d missed out after about 2017 when I started working full time. Zero-kiba’s work is BOMBASTICALLY expressive and really hits that mark between UTTERLY badass and heart-meltingly soft. Also do yourselves a favor and read their other works too! Tip of the Iceberg is Copper characters in a comedy setting, The Realm is 65 pounds of concentrated whoop-ass, and The Whole Shebang?? Gay has hell. Really gay. I cannot stress that enough (also it’s a little self plug - I help make that one alongside Zero-Kiba, daughterofhel and giuliaciulia89)
@ice-bjorn - because like.... do I even need to....expand?? Y’all have seen my tags. Ice-bjorn’s got the kind of content that just pulls you up short. Doing something? Concentrating? Not anymore you’re not! Ice-bjorn posted new art and you’re gonna FEEL ABOUT IT for the current conceivable future! Unbelievably emotive, you can see all the hard work that goes into each piece (including writing!!). I’ve gone OFF in my tags so many times about their stuff and I aLWAYS anticipate doing it again XD I can’t possibly pick a favorite piece, but this one gives me the warm fuzzies (Edit: although I did link another further down)
@jabs-wocks - because they constantly surprise me. One day ADORABLE! Next day ANGSTY. Next time? New style?? New type of coloring?? Always has a great sense of humor and unique ideas. Also, such an enabler xD Always makes me want to make something in turn <3 Like, remember when I went OFF with that angsty piece of Anna drowning after the dam collapses? Or when I nearly ditched my (already very long) project to idea bomb on about their Skadi!Elsa piece? Yeah, I love their work very much
@gracepago0314 - because I’m a long time fan from when they had a different username! Great style, strong short comics, and WOW have they come a long way! They already had such a strong aesthetic, but seeing their work at the top of 2020 was such a treat because it was SUCH a change! I loved seeing what I recognized about their unique style and getting to see all the ways they’ve improved and expanded! Also that reincarnation au goes straight for the heart ;-;
✍️- Favorite fanfic(s)/ author(s)?
Limiting my answer to the same for the same reasons. Many of my favorite authors are no longer active, but my heart is very big, and I am always making room for new stories and writers to love!
@fruipit - because every time I get an email from ao3 that they’ve updated I go ballistic. Every story I have ever read (or reread... many times) by them is just SO INCREDIBLE. Their writing makes me make bad decisions: like fighting sleep to make it through one last chapter xD Their work makes me ask questions, their stories flows like a needle and thread, their diction makes me believe. I have nothing but the highest praise for Fruipit’s work, they’ve been writing for years and continue to pick at that gentle thing called wonder. Choosing a favorite work of theirs is GENUINELY DIFFICULT, but I love Risky Business, Koselig, and When Spring Comes very much. Tiny Hearts is a riot tho xD Oh wait and Who Dares Wins! .....Look just... go read Fruipit, you won’t regret it xD
@arendellesfirstwinter - because after years and years they just bang out one badass story after another. Their most recent (and with the dawn, what comes then?) has reduced me to tears twice. No. Three times, I reread a chapter. Their writing is exceptionally raw and pointed, but they are never angsty for angst sake. Their prose has the kind of weight one gets from having a huge amount of intent and care for what they create, and the characters they foster along the way <3
@daughterofhel - because I enjoy the simple pleasures of comedy. Literally just makes me laugh. Her dialogue SLAPS. Her world building is effortless (well, it’s not, she works very hard but it FEELS effortless, which is quite the trick xD). Her stories just WORK, her scenes are so alive and colorful and I adore how she makes characters interact even under the most RIDICULOUS prompts xD Exceptionally creative and silly, I guarantee she will surprise you for the better
@themountainsays - because every story idea is completely fascinating. Even if it’s not like, written yet? Just idea bombing or musing? Totally cool, I love reading them because you can feel the excitement behind them. Or the spite xD. Ara’s writing is also almost lyrical, it’s lovely to read, and honestly? Read out loud too! I’m a huge fan of spoken poetry/spoken stories and Ara’s always gives me that vibe. I’m behind (orz) on Creatures of the Arctic, but it’s SO FUN, I’m always keen on updates :D
@theseerasures - because I adore their frohana stuff. So freaking much. Kristanna + Icebros with so much tenderness that I just stare at my screen and go “holy hell someone MADE that.” Reading their work is like... being given a soft blanket to wrap yourself in, receiving a mug of hot chocolate, and then being told “Okay, now here’s a story that’s going to make you feel feelings really hard,” and you kind of nod back like, “Okay, seems fair.” Idk man they just get me real good, every time. For years.
👗- Favorite outfit? One you’d like to see?
Picking a favorite is hard! But please for the love of god: bring Anna’s military-esque jacket/dress to the silver screen. Holy hell. I’m such a sucker for how absolutely DASHING Elsa and Anna look in masculine/military dress. @giuliaciulia89 and @ice-bjorn both here and here get me xD But I also love their highly feminine outfits? Anna’s coronation dress in F1 is a fav and of course Elsa’s ice-dress is iconic, but my absolute favorites? I don’t know, they’re all so beautiful...
Oh! You know what else I’d want? Casual wear. They’re always dressed up for adventure! Or a fancy party! Let the crew relax more! More day-to-day, more cozy pjs! Kristoff in a big oversized shirt, Elsa in Fifth-Spirit inspired sleepwear, Anna in clothes made by their new Northudran family - complete with little hexagons but like, lined with soft reindeer fur <3. I’d love to see them when the world isn’t falling down around their ears, for more than 5 minutes, please ;-;
Thanks again for asking!! I know this is a few days late but I hope my jabbering made up for it ^_^
I really know of no one to tag but I’ll participate! Tagged by @brokenwild
Name: Victoria, Vic
Blood Type: -A
Nickname: ...I’ll be honest it’s hard to explain it.
Relationship Status: Engaged
Zodiac Sign: Cancer
Pronouns:...she..?
Favorite TV Shows: Use to enjoy The 100, like Hannibal, Family Guy..uh I actually don’t watch shows on my own much ^^’
Long or Short Hair: Long though some days I am so tempted to shave it. I could totally lose it all and get into wigs. Easier to deal with.
Height: A Towering 5′4″
Do you have a crush on someone: Kinda? I mean.. that’s a little vague there mate. Everyone have Movie Star crushes, and stuff like that. I still crush on my girl, just don’t tell her XD
What do you like about yourself: ....My... eye color?
Right or Left Handed: left handed
List of three favorite colors: Classic black and White, and a blood red, sort of crimson.
RIGHT NOW
Eating: Famous Daves :D
Drinking: Sweet Tea
I’m about to: Shower, though I stopped halfway with this so.. Game!
Listening to: Oh damn. Don’t laugh... ‘Wake Me Up Before You Go Go.’ -.-
Kids: My partner isn’t into the idea but at least she has a handful of nephews I can spoil
Get Married: Nothing fanciful, sorry honey, I’m in this for the food. ..Love you? :D
Career: N/A, goal is Biomedical Engineering
MOST RECENT
Drink: Dr Pepper and Water (I’m one of those annoying people with 2-3 drinks)
Phone Call: No idea...? I want to answer and confirm who it is but then I remember there’s another human on the other end of the phone and I really don’t feel like interaction...
Text: to Kylee... about how she can’t kill her Sims characters EVER and How mine all inexplicably die in the most bizarre uncalled for ways. Oh.. well ..admittedly I boxed one in with counters and forced them to cook then burn...but I REALLY wanted to play Rock paper Scissors with the Grimm Reaper. And you know..you can’t without..dead people. Then I heard you could play the fiddle too..so.. naturally I had to kill another. Understandably my sims hate me.
Song you listened to: The Dirty Youth; Fight
Time you cried: I normally don’t.. but the shooting has..yeah.
HAVE YOU EVER
Dated Someone Twice: If I left the first time, that is it.
Been Cheated On: Enough :(
Kissed Someone and Regretted It: When in the pursit of love, nothing is to be regretted, as long as you’re not the type to force yourself and all that.
Lost Someone Special: Yes
Been Depressed: Senstive subjet.
Been Drunk and Thrown Up: I am more the bartender; dealt with enough of this shit to never want to get to that level.
Kissed a Stranger: Depends on when you cross from stranger to friend. Because MAYBE but.. Sigh, yeah, One I suppose.
Had Glasses or Contacts:Glasses; hate them with a passion but I suck at contacts. Last time I tried.. I Just Could Not Get them OUT and I was at work and a friend had to SCOOP them OUT. So Never again.
Had Sex on the First Date: Does this count if you have been talking and flirting online until you finally meet and end up REALLY hitting it off.. Because if so..then yes. My current lady.
Broken Someone’s Heart: I really doubt it.
Turned Someone Down: Surprisingly a fair amount, unsurprisingly- at work.
Cried when Someone Died: When alone..when it sinks they’e gone.. yes I can. But to be honest.. when in the environment of a lost one and hearing the loved ones talk.. you could be blind and still FEEL the grief.. and that always hits me hard on the inside.
Fallen for a Friend: Let me clarify this. I try to get upfront when I talk with people, if I find myself interested, I will see if there would be a chance of maybe us, after we go to know each other. IF its no, then I leave it be and we are just friends.. if its a maybe, or a yes, I see where it leads me. I got lucky to fall for my best friend who said yes :D
IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU
Made a New Friend: Some sure
Fallen out of Love: No?
Laughed Until you Cried: Tend too when with the Pack XD
Met Someone Who Changed You: Sure
Found Out Who Your True Friends Were: Sadly.
Found Out Someone Was Talking About You: ... I don’t understand the question? Like..I became psychic magically? XD
Kissed Someone on Your FB List: A few
WHICH IS BETTER
Lips or Eyes: Eyes
Hugs or Kisses: Hugs
Shorter or Taller: Doesn’t matter XD
Romantic or Spontaneous: Both is fine ^^
Sensitive or Loud: Sensitive more..
Hookup or Relationship: Definetly a relationship
Troublemaker or Hesitant: Oh no mate, give me the troublemaker and lets tear this world Up! Awoo! XD
FIRST
Best Friend: @giuliaciulia89
Surgery: I should get my knee looked at.. otherwise just dental
Sport I Joined: Never really had a chance, I’ve dabbled in many. Coached Blastball (2,3,&4 year olds playing baseball. Adorable)
Vacation: Italy to see my mate.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN
Yourself: It depends.
Miracles: Not EVERYTHING has a reason or can be explained. We know so little..whos to say a miracle isn’t a thing?
Love at First Sight: People fall inlove all the time for the right or wrong reasons and with very little prompting.. but Love, real love? That takes time. I won’t discount though being drawn to someone, be in instinctual, magnetic, soul bound, whatever you fancy.I’m a firm believer that anything is possible.
Heaven: Its a nice concept. Let people believe whatever they want if it comforts them. My views are rather complex and not widely popular, and does it really matter? No one Really knows, so calm your tits.
EXTRAS
How many people from your FB list do you know IRL: More than half I guess. Don’t really use it and all my moms old friends keep friending me??
Do you have any pets: Not anymore :( But I love animals
Do you want to change your name: No? I’m lazy.
What did you do for your last birthday: Got to see Italy for hte first time, and offically begin dating my partner. (...I am so sorry.. these questions make me sound sappy but honestly..she’s a big part of my life!)
What time did you wake up today: I think... 10/11 am..slept in truck til 2/3? I was disoriented.
What were you doing last night at midnight: Chatting with a few friends and playing Dragon Age Inquisition, randomly reading fiction when I needed a break.
Something you can’t wait for: To start college
Last time you saw your mom: ...I. What? Maybe.. a year ago? Or two..?
What is one thing you wish you could change about your life: My focus; if I could get this shit under wraps without feeling so fucking DRAINED when I force myself.. I could go farther in my life.
Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: My Uncle XD
What’s getting on your nerves: Honestly? At this point? Sexist. LGBTQA haters. Any form of self-riotous like you’re the shit on the earth and the unplaced hate in people you don’t know. no One is superior over another and we ALL deserve a happy life and freedom to live, love, and pursue our dreams without fears and hates and I’m damn ready to Fucking Fight for anyone who challenges that. I don’t care of your origins, if your blue with purple dots, and worship a fucking carrot, if you’re kind to others and someone isn’t to you, I’ll smash their fucking face for you. Ahem. Assuming we can’t be civil first. Or maybe after the punch. Depends what you say or do to people who don’t deserve your shit.
well there ya have it.
