Entry tags:

active: frigga, active: valkyrie

Who: Valkyrie and Frigga
Where: Asgard
When: 9/23ish
What: oh you know, a Seer and a Valkyrie walk into a hall
Status: Closed
Warnings: none, but be amused?



Harvest time.

She wished it drew memories for her, but she'd rarely been home for the Feast, often sent to take care of some realm or people, she rarely had spent time home. She could vaguely remember the couple she'd been to, but they were fuzzy.

She'd raided the armory for some of her more comfortable leather, though she supposed she should be in a dress here. But for now no one needed to know she was anything more than Valkyrie.

She was twisting the braids up as she walked around a corner and spied Frigga, "Are you enjoying being back?" She asked with a tilt of her head.

---

Frigga, on the other hand, had completely taken to being back in Asgard. While she did enjoy Midgard and its quaint customs, she didn’t think she could ever truly call it home. Not the way she did here. It had taken mere moments for her to settle into her old rooms and raid her closets. She had made Earth clothing work for her, but this was where she was comfortable.

The smile she gave Brunhilde on seeing her was warm and genuine. She was still ever so slightly guarded around the woman. She was a warrior and had trained to be nothing more. Marrying her off to the prince - well, king - of Asgard would have been unheard of.

But she made Thor happy and well, they weren’t in a world where royalty mattered at all. And a great deal had changed. “I most definitely am. I know it won’t last, but I plan to enjoy every moment.”

---

Valkyrie had adapted, it’s how she’d survived, and while she didn’t love Midgard, and missed being elsewhere, Asgard was strange feeling to her now. It had been so long, and the last time she’d been here it was crumbling. She’d had some time to stuff most of the feelings she’d felt upon walking into the halls back by the time she ran into Frigga.

She was glad that she was able to keep most of it off her face - she didn’t know if she could handle being poked about things just yet. Maybe not ever, really. She didn’t mind that Frigga was guarded around her, she was a warrior, sworn to protect Asgard and she’d been handed the crown - that had been so far out of protocol it wasn’t even funny and she knew it.

She offered her a smile, thoughtful, “It is all the more worth it knowing it won’t last. It is much nicer than the last time I was here, and for that I am grateful.” she added carefully, she was sure the woman understood for Valkyrie this whole place was complicated feeling.

---

Frigga honestly understood far better than Valkyrie might be able to grasp. This was, after all, where she had died. They honestly weren’t far from the room the young mortal woman had been staying in, though the queen had certainly not made her way there. “I am grateful the Entity thought to bring us here during a peaceful time.” Though she did find herself confused on how this all worked. The people were the same, they recognised the royal family. But Odin was not to be found. And no one was better at finding him than she was.

But it was probably better for all involved this way, except perhaps for her. Loki certainly didn’t need to be riled up by his father and there were bound to be bitter feelings between the past king and the current one.

The Valkyrie might have thought she was closing herself off, but Frigga was a seer, raised by generations of witches who had come before her. Not a lot got by her unless she chose to avoid it, as she often had with her sons. “It is a bit bittersweet. This place has a lot of complications behind it, and as thankful as I am to be somewhere where I fit in a bit better, it is still full of memories.”

---

Trying to find her footing around Frigga was a new lesson. Odin had been easy. Hela, until she'd gone power-mad, had been easy. But Frigga made her feel off balance. She saw right through the walls Valkyrie'd put up, and knew when Valkyrie wasn't even being honest with herself.

It was unnerving. And worthy of her respect, which she gave freely. "As am I. I wouldn't wish to subject anyone to Asgard in the midst of war or Ragnarok." She said, honestly. No one deserved that. Not even those who had experienced it. She felt she needed to, but, she had much to atone for.

She looked down the hall, the way she'd come, resting one hand on the wall. For a moment she let her smile grow wistful. "I can almost hear the laughter from the barracks after a long day. There are many memories here, though not all of those I seek." She tapped her fingers on the wall. Her face was drawn back to the woman who accepted her as family, even as she struggled with that a little, "I am glad you get some respite. If you need any help carrying anything back to Goodland, let me know. I would be happy to do so.”

---

Frigga would be delighted and amused to hear Valkyrie felt so off around her. It was certainly not intentional, though she did admittedly enjoy having just a little something to keep her grounded. Especially where her oldest son was concerned. Loki was her thinker, the one who over analyzed everything. Thor, though… Her little rough and tumble boy had grown up to wear his heart on his sleeve and to feel things so intensely that she often worried how easily he could be hurt. His experiences with the foolish little mortal girl had been difficult on him and, as much as it had hurt to lose him, she was grateful when he came back not remembering such a time.

She exhaled deeply, letting the hundreds of years of memories wash over her. Most of them had been good. Very good. And it was those she focused on as she looked the young woman over. “I should tell you some of the stories of the boys in these very halls. You could likely use the ammunition.” She laughed, then, remembering how many of their poor servants had tripped over the young princes as they’d played. “It is strange being here. But I do hope it’ll be healing, for Thor especially.” Loki’s relationship with the palace itself had been considerably different. And she knew how heavily the last moments of Asgard had weighed on her son.

Tilting her head, she looked the Valkyrie over thoughtfully. “I assume you’ll be joining us at the feast this week. Thor wouldn’t have it any other way.”

---

"I wouldn't argue those stories. I was long gone by then and truly nothing reached Sakaar. I didn't even know who Thor was when I first met him." She said with a faint shrug, she truly liked both of Frigga's boys. She considered Loki a dear friend - whether this one cared or knew it - and she'd always had a soft spot for Thor. Who, in the middle of everything, had found and brought her her armor and sword. That had meant a lot to her.

Her own experiences were more tucked somewhere between Loki's and Thor's - a mix of good and awful. The longer she was here, the more she remembered. For good or ill.

"I briefly thought about hiding down here, but, I know better." A wry smile, "I can't have Thor leaving everyone to come find me because I am not there." At this point she'd thought about wearing her armor, and protocol be damned.

---

“Well. That wasn’t exactly your fault, now was it?” The whole war against Odin’s firstborn had been an utter disaster. Frigga had been young, then, in Asgardian terms. And it was still the stuff of nightmares. Particularly when she remembered that it was about that time that her family had decided the no-longer-bloodthirsty king would make a good husband.

Oh, that was cute, wasn’t it? Armor. At a royal feast? Honestly. “And I assume we’ll be finding you a suitable gown, of course. I suppose the crown isn’t necessary unless you choose, but you are, by rights, the king of these people now, even if most of them don’t know that…”

It wasn’t a question. Frigga had nearly well been raised to be queen and she fully believed her word stood. If she was telling Brunhilde to wear a gown, a gown she would wear. “We likely won’t have time to have something made, though perhaps a bit of magic here and there wouldn’t hurt.” After all, she had skills. May as well make use of them.

---

She shook her head, "Not really, no. I did my best and while it wasn't a fun ending, Asgard did survive." Even if the valkyior hadn't. Ah well, it could have been worse. Right?

Valkyrie went still. Damn. "I, uh, suppose so. I haven't actually… I haven't worn a gown in probably…" she struggled to think of the last time she'd put on a dress that wasn't the one she'd worn the other month. That hadn't really been a gown. "Honestly, I can't remember the last time I put on a real gown."

"I don't have a crown back home and with you and Thor here, I don't see why I really should bother." She let a sigh out knowing full well she wasn't getting out of wearing a gown. "Whatever method you think acquiring me something suitable is best, I'll defer to your judgement."

---

“It did. And we are lucky for it.” Even if it, apparently, would not stand much longer. But many of her people had survived and would rebuild on Midgard and honestly, she was more grateful for that than she could possibly say. Asgard would grow and change in its new home, flourishing under the care of their new leader.

Which she still rather enjoyed holding over the woman in front of her. She was so hesitant about her new role. But Thor wouldn’t have chosen his successor lightly. “I’ll have a couple of the girls come by and take measurements. Maybe we can have something altered quickly enough. I know we’re on a tight schedule but he certainly left me no time for planning such an event.”

And honestly, if this Entity was going to drop them in the middle of the harvest season, it could have at least provided some of their usual necessities. And clothing. As it was, she was going to end up in one of her old gowns.

---

"Asgard is a people, we are terribly resilient." Valkyrie was only reluctant in acknowledging her role. She was comfortable in doing the work, putting her nose to the grindstone and making her people a life, and a home, but talking about it?

Oof.

And she got the distinct feeling Frigga enjoyed this. "I look forward to seeing what we come up with." Okay only a little, she didn't love dresses. But she was sure it was going to make her look the part.

---

A smirk played on Frigga’s face, and she didn’t even attempt to hide it. “Even the bravest warriors dress for an occasion.” Well. Except those actually working defense at said occasion, but that was hardly the point at all. Brunhilde was an invited guest, and an honored one at that. She certainly wasn’t there to guard the doors.

Though the queen - or perhaps queen mother might be her title now? - did fear the Entity might have other plans for Thor’s grand occasion.

“You’ll look stunning. And the current style is quite comfortable, I assure you.”

---

She couldn't even get away with pleading security. Though she'd likely be on guard anyway, she didn't know what the Entity was up to giving them a trip home. It was unnerving as it was pleasant.

"Mmm. I don't really care about stunning, but I trust your eye in the matter more than my own. I am suited for armor not dresses." Though, even she would be hard pressed to admit looking nice wouldn't be a bad thing.

She cared a little about how Thor saw her, but certainly not on a level that most women would be. She smiled, "I thank you for the assistance."

---

Frigga simply flashed a knowing look. Perhaps she didn’t care...but Frigga had a feeling she perhaps cared a bit more than even she thought.

“Of course, dear.” Her smile turned a bit wicked as she waved over two of the ladies in waiting who had been attending to her. They would need to work quickly if they were going to make something even remotely new. “But I imagine Thor wouldn’t care how you looked either way.”

---

Valkyrie wondered just what she got into, but it was far too late now (and had been since she'd run into Frigga of we're being honest) and she just let out a sigh, resigned to what the Norns had deemed her fate for the day. She did have the decency to blush a teeny tiny bit at that before she turned herself over to Frigga and the ladies whims.