( @latverionstarters ) VALKYRIE & OPEN
she was shouting she was covered in the filth of a particularly hard-won battle - and she was frightened. anyone who knew valkyrie knew that she didn’t often wear her emotions on her sleeves - that she was rather fond to repress them down deeply under a heavily filled bottle of mead, or wine, or beer... or anything harder than that. and yet, here she stood outside the gates of the killiseum over the body of a once known asgardian - few of their kind. “i didn’t do this, i wouldn’t do this - you’ve got to believe me. he was gorm, a good man - i didn’t even know he was here...” her rage and fear quickly turned to the hushed whisper of regret and remorse.








