Valkyrie is an (angry_queen) wrote in somerealityrpg, @ 2020-08-18 09:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | active: steve rogers, active: valkyrie |
Who: Valkyrie and Steve Rogers
What: random interaction turned bonding
Where: the edges of camp
When: late afternoon, evening, before bucky's return, backdated
Warnings: talk of traumatic pasts, etc. neither are fluffy kittens.
Status: in progress
Cut Song: The One to Survive
Valkyrie was feeling, she wasn't really sure, to be honest. She'd not let emotions control her, besides anger, in a long time. And she was feeling things she hadn't in awhile and she hated it. She had discovered a small stash of something that could even start to take the edges off and she really needed it this week. Everything was exhausting. She buried a lot of things herself, and while she let everyone lean on her, she did not lean on anyone else.
She was happy to see Loki - REALLY happy - but deep down, she was jealous, too. She couldn't remember her family (what were their names? do you even know?), her oath to Odin had wiped most of that out, it was only a distraction from doing her job. And now millennia later, she wondered what she was missing. There was so much she didn't know and it kind of hit the buttons. Seeing Loki, Thor, Torunn, Angela, Frigga etc all have each other in some form stung.
She was family but not like that. It wasn't the same and before she'd let anyone know it bothered her, she swiped the booze and took off for the woods, a knife in one hand spinning the blade lazily. She was broody and there were enough trees she could unleash a little on it. What she hadn't expected was that someone had see the way her face fell a little when the family reunited. It had only been there a second, then she'd pulled her own mask back into place. She missed her people. She missed her sisters, long dead, she missed getting into fights. She missed Asgard. She also missed New Asgard. She hadn't been Queen long but it was long enough to engrain a serious love of her people into her.
Poor Steve was met, as she slid off the path, to a knife held in his direction before she saw who it was and lowered it. Of all the people, she could handle him following. They weren't close, they barely knew each other, but it wasn't someone like Thor, who she couldn't hide her thoughts from for long. "Did you need an escape from the cheer that is camp, too?"