i don't plan to stop drinking.

[tonvstarkly]

Sakaar seemed like the best place to drink, and to forget, and to die. One day. But I don’t wanna forget. Can’t turn away any more.

[bobnorley]

thor/valkyrie + 30 rock

[captainheroism]

requests | valkyrie — by zoes-saldana

[startreklesbian-deactivated2020]

[678i0u]

I don’t plan to stop drinking. But I don’t wanna forget. I can’t turn away anymore.

[minsvnshine]

Female Awesome Meme - [10/10] females in a movie: Valkyrie; “I don’t wanna forget. I can’t turn away anymore. So, if I’m gonna die, well, it might as well be driving my sword through the heart of that murderous hag.”

[eddiediaz1992]

I’ll take it from here.

[eddiediaz1992]

[insp.]

[brolinjosh]

make me choose:  drbobbimorse asked sif or valkyrie

I’ve spent years, in a haze, trying to forget my past.

[valhallabcund]

mjolnirmade:

Political corruption had always been particularly disgusting to Jane. Throughout the years, she had witnessed countless horrific dealings that wealthy, privileged politicians made in an effort to gain power and while it was no surprise that President Doom was among such horrific people, it was disappointing. Leaking the list and betraying its heroes was a cause that Jane obviously took personally, and while she could do little in her civilian clothes, Thor was capable of demanding an answer. It was the just thing to do, and important to protect the heroes she was very technically allied with.

Valkyrie, as Jane suspected, was equally as enraged by the turn of events. As a woman who had the misfortune of knowing Odin, Jane suspected that Valkyrie, too, had been treated poorly by the men in power. “Yes, we should do something,” Jane agreed, her armour clanging as she leaned against the wall near Valkyrie. “I’m sure there will be some staying at hotels near the Empire State,” Jane replied thoughtfully. “Or inside the Empire State, politicians stay close together. Edward Knottington is one I would especially like to meet,” Jane informed her friend. “We should talk to him.”

Once upon a time, Valkyrie had been something of a politician. She’d been a princess before Odin found her, utterly dedicated to the well-being of her people. She’d fought for them, been willing to die to ensure her people gained the end they deserved in Valhalla. Perhaps that was why men like Doom disgusted her so much. Valkyrie had been willing to die for her people, had stood up to a god and refused to move from his path simply for the chance that she might see their souls carried on, and Doom couldn’t even maintain a promise that would have been easily kept. He didn’t deserve the power he had, that much was evident.

The new Thor seemed to agree with her, and Valkyrie was glad for it. She would have lost some respect for the woman if she’d felt differently, and she had so few people on this planet that she truly respected as it was. She didn’t want to shorten the list. “Edward Knottington,” she repeated thoughtfully. “Why him in particular?” It probably wouldn’t come as a surprise that Valkyrie didn’t make much of an effort in keeping up to date with Earth’s politics. “Either way, I agree. I think a conversation may be well overdue.”

[valhallabcund]

cloudwclker:

There was no denying that Ororo had gotten into the habit of using only a fraction of her power. She trained hard with and without her fellow X-Men, utilizing the Danger Room and its full capacity, but she had never once had to manipulate the entirety of nature to its fullest. Valkyrie was more than capable of handling her full potential, Ororo was sure, although she frankly wasn’t sure what exactly she could do whilst accessing the full range of her power. For a long time, she had been aware that she was an Omega level mutant, but had no reason to witness what that meant exactly. She was excellent in a fight and that was what counted.

It was no surprise that Valkyrie challenged Ororo to a fight, however. She was an Asgardian warrior from what little she understood, although she was unsure what most Asgardians were capable of. The gods, aside from Valkyrie, Thor and Loki, had little interest in what they did on Earth. That being said, surely Valkyrie could handle some electricity, and if it became too much, the woman was outspoken, capable of admitting it. Her powers also challenged their prince’s. “That doesn’t surprise me,” Ororo responded. “What would our sparring involve exactly?” Ororo asked, glancing around at their surroundings. Her lightning rarely went out of control, but she had no desire to damage the property around them. “If we move into the wasteland, I’m open to it,” she decided. “I trust that you’ll tell me if it becomes too much?”

Power had always been something that impressed Valkyrie, even when she had very little of it. As a human, she’d fought alongside her army with primitive weapons, dreaming of a better way to win wars she hadn’t chosen to enter. Odin, for all his flaws, had granted her that. He’d made her something akin to a goddess, given her strength and power she could only dream of, and Valkyrie reveled in it. She’d always liked seeing it in other people, too, always befriended warriors easier than civilians. It was something of a double-edged sword, as she’d learned when she’d been the only warrior left standing, but it wasn’t something she could escape. She was attracted to powerful friends, and Ororo certainly fit the bill.

It was only natural that Valkyrie want to explore their friendship through battle, only natural that she wanted to see what her friend was truly capable of. The people of Earth had a bad habit of limiting themselves, and Ororo deserved far better than to exhibit only a fraction of her abilities. “You’re a smart woman,” Valkyrie replied with a smile. “I think it’s pretty self explanatory. We fight, we try to avoid seriously injuring each other, and we get drinks after.” She glanced around as Ororo did, shrugging at the condition. “Fine, the wasteland it is.” It seemed safer, in any case. Causing too much property damage might have a negative effect on her already slim wallet. “Of course, though I don’t think it should be a concern. I hope you’ll do the same.” Valkyrie’s powers were different than Ororo’s, but they were still mighty.

[valhallabcund]

arachnophiliad:

The friends that Jessica made were never conventional. Her best friend was Captain Marvel, one of the world’s mightiest heroes, and the majority of her other friends were ‘super’ in some capacity. It was far from the average, everyday lifestyle, but it was the only one that Jessica had ever known (besides those few months in London before SHIELD came along). Mundanity never suited her, and judging from what she knew about Valkyrie, the woman was the same. Valkyrie was one of the best fighters Jessica had ever witnessed, and considering the circle Jessica kept, that said a hell of a lot. While Valkyrie she fighting crime or saving the world alongside Jessica, she was very far from stereotypical.

Tonight, they were frequenting yet another bar. Though Jessica had never asked about how Valkyrie drank so much without being heavily affected, she assumed it was some kind of superpower. At this point, the signs were glaringly obvious. If Valkyrie ever chose to share details about her past, explaining how she managed to chug a five pound keg of beer, Jessica would be willing to listen. Naturally, before the topic had the chance of coming up, a fight erupted in the corner. Typical drunk men, Jessica thought irritably. “Of course you were,” she said, snorting. “Would I ever miss fighting people who probably don’t know how to throw a punch? Never,” she said, walking over to the corner alongside Valkyrie. “Ten bucks says he breaks his fist trying to hit his friend in the jaw,” she said to Valkyrie before intervening.

New York seemed crawling with powered individuals, as if they flocked there in heaps. Maybe that should have made Valkyrie feel more at home, more like she fit in, but in reality, it was sort of unsettling. She’d surrounded herself with warriors in the past, and it hadn’t ended well. As someone who didn’t make friends easily, she disliked making them with people who would inevitably be lead to their own deaths in fighting battles that weren’t strictly their own. It was why she never asked her companions about their private lives, why she didn’t inquire about whether or not they might boast abilities or alter egos. If she befriended someone who was going to get themselves killed, Valkyrie didn’t want to know it. She didn’t want to live with that fear, that worry. 

In return, her friends asked little of her hobbies, and Valkyrie was glad for that. Few people in New York knew of her Asgardian roots, and Valkyrie wanted to keep it that way. Thor and his insufferable brother already knew of her presence here, and the last thing she wanted was for anyone else from her homeworld to be clued in as well. Jess was a good friend for that, asking no questions even after watching Valkyrie consume an inhuman amount of alcohol. “I get bored! Can you blame me? There’s nothing to do these days.” The demons, though they traveled in large numbers, were ultimately easy for Valkyrie to take out in battle, and provided her with very little entertainment as a result. People were far more fun to fight, more unpredictable. “A woman after my own heart,” she grinned, raising a brow. “I’ll take the bet,” she agreed, throwing herself into the fight without hesitation. 

[valhallabcund]

@agcntcxrter

When it came to making friends, Valkyrie had never done anything the traditional way. Even before she’d become the last of the Valkyrior, she hadn’t exactly been social, had always preferred to stick to herself. Other people were useful to warm her bed and fill the silence, but they could rarely be trusted. Occasionally, someone came along to challenge that, and Valkyrie found herself with something resembling a friend. Sharon was one of those and, though she might not admit it, Valkyrie was glad to have her.

They lounged in the gym now, water bottles in hand and towels soaked in sweat draped across their shoulders. “You know, you’re one of my favorite sparring partners,” Valkyrie said conversationally, squirting some of her water into her mouth. “You manage to make me work up a sweat. Not many can say that.” 

[valhallabcund]

@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.”

[valhallabcund]

@captcinmcrvel

By her own standards, Valkyrie hadn’t resided on Sakaar for very long. She’d spent years there, drinking her troubles away, but her life had been a long one and years she could scarcely remember made little impact compared to the ones she was trying desperately to forget. By others’ standards, her time there seemed immeasurable. She’d met many people during her time there, made enemies and friends alike, but few truly stuck out. Of those that she remembered, most wanted her dead.

Carol Danvers, she supposed, was different. They hadn’t known one another long, but Valkyrie had known, on some level, that Carol was a resident of Earth. Perhaps she shouldn’t have been surprised, seeing the woman in a bar she frequented, but the surprise was there all the same. Earth, after all, was a large planet, and Valkyrie had no way of knowing if Carol was even on the planet considering her travels in space. Still, the surprise was not entirely an unpleasant one and Valkyrie found herself taking the barstool next to Carol’s with little hesitation.

“It’s been some time, hasn’t it?” She observed, nodding to the bartender as he set a glass in front of her. As someone who drank endless amounts of strong, expensive alcohols, Valkyrie was one of his favorite patrons. “It’s a shame you found yourself in this city when... whatever happened happened. I’m a little fuzzy on the details.” That was no accident; Valkyrie did her best to remain fuzzy in general.

[lightbearers]

I don’t plan to stop drinking. But… I don’t wanna forget. I can’t turn away anymore. So, if I’m gonna die, well, it might as well be driving my sword through the heart of that murderous hag.

[boyd-stevens]

Thor: Ragnarok (2017) dir. Taika Waititi