The Valkyrie sat on the edge of the cliff, legs dangling off the edge. She had no fear of heights or of falling. This was one of her favorite places to sit, watching the ocean slam into the cliff, the sound of the water lingering, the occasional spray that hit her as the waves got restless. It was all and all her favorite thing. She did not know what to do in this world, but she hoped she'd find he way eventually.
After a moment she looked up. She had thought perhaps it was Loki but it was not. She did not know the man standing next to her. She did not know who he was, but he felt familiar. He was tall, broad, strong. She watched him for a moment, trying to place where she knew him from. She had to know him - didn't she? the fact she could not place him bothered her for reasons she couldn't understand.
"I am Kvasir." he said, his voice reminded her of the old men who told stories. Deep, pleasant, warm. Whiskey and honey. She cocked her head sideways, fingers reaching up to touch him, and passed right through him. :"Damn it you're a ghost, of course you're a ghost. I should have known." she had been so distracted she hadn't figured it out fast enough.
"Aye, daughter." that stopped her dead in her tracks, she had been starting to get to her feet. "Daughter?" she asked as she stared at him. But like all good mysteries he was already fading, as if realising he was a ghost had been enough to send him away. Her fingers clasped at air as she tried to keep him here.
"This isn't fair." she snarled as she collapsed back into the grass, head in her hands, was that man her father? is that why he was so familiar? was he lying? She didn't know iand it was likely to drive her for awhile until she could figure it out. She lifted her hand and was surprised her fingers had come away damp, Valkyrie was not one to cry. She hoped Loki or Bruce were not around.
Sometimes forgetting wasn't enough. Sometimes forever wouldn't ever be enough.