Valkyrie is the (angriestqueen) wrote in avengers_logs, @ 2020-06-30 23:19:00 |
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Entry tags: | -complete, loki laufeyson, valkyrie |
Who: Valkyrie. Ghosts. Loki.
What: Valkyrie experiments then tries to find Loki
Where: outside New Asgard, Midgard, Genosha, Valhalla and the edge of reality!
When: June 30: p1/pre dated: July 1: p2
Warnings: ghosts, middle fingers and shock collars, oh myyyy
Status: completed.
Darkness crept up on her, she hadn't expected the night to fall so suddenly. She should have. She'd been tracking the time like it was an obsession. And one she told no one about. She refused. No one needed to know the secret of how she was staying sane right now, all that mattered was she hadn't lost her temper like Thor or gone off to break her husband out of jail, consequences be damned. They all should be proud of her.
She knew she'd promised Wanda that she'd do this with her. That having someone to watch her back was a good idea. But the Valkyrie rarely took her own health into consideration. She was reckless, wild and hard to tame. And she was, deep down, missing her husband something fierce. They hadn't had enough time before they'd been separated and she was angry.
Not at Loki or Parker, but the people behind this. Ross. She would get her payback eventually, she knew this to be truth but for now? For now she decided to test out her theory before she'd try it on a much larger scale. It was time to go hunting.
And soon? Soon she'd hunt her husband. She had waited long enough.
The Valkyrie slipped on her black leather pants, knives buckled against her leg, a black tank top despite the chill in the air, and her soft leather boots. She pulled her braided hair up into a ponytail, and grabbed a few of her Valkyrie healing salves just in case. You never knew.
She called for Aragorn to follow her as she trekked to one of the cliffs overlooking the ocean. The sea took Her price, there were dead beneath the waves to call. No one would see her, and Aragorn was instructed should she pass out to drag her home then fetch Eir. She carefully wrote out what she was trying, and tied it to his mane.
She sat down, legs folded, clearing her mind. She could feel the drain on her seiðr, that little flow where she sent it elsewhere but she didn't think it would be enough to be a problem.
Her realm was Death. She could do this.
She focused her thoughts on the dead, visualizing a thread of seiðr coming from her to find the spirits of those who had died at sea, near her. Nothing happened immediately, it took a few minutes of her sitting patiently. Trying hard not to fidget as she waited.
But oh when it did it was breathtaking. Her eyes focused on the dead that slipped from the water - only a couple answered her call. She could feel them, cold, tired. She had some pretty loose control, it wasn't perfect and it was very shaky but it was there. It was enough to communicate.
She moved to crouch, rocking up onto her toes, balanced precariously as she wrinkled her nose, leaning on the thread of seiðr, guiding each of them to their final resting places - only one ancient soul went to Valhalla, the rest off to their respective endings.
Once she'd sent them on their way she collapsed into a heap, the effort was… exhausting to say the least. But she could do it and that was all that mattered to her.
She held a hand out, finding Aragorn's leg, hauling herself up, and dragging herself up onto his back. Home. She needed a nap and some food after this, she hadn't expected it to be so exhausting.