Valkyrie isn't going to stop drinking (dontwannaforget) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2018-06-23 16:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, thor odinson, valkyrie |
Who: Thor and Valkyrie
What: Discovering that Thor's a god and Valkyrie's a....Valkyrie.
When: Recently
Where: A bar
Warnings: Low, save for some property destruction caused by Mjolnir making its entrance
Valkyrie totally thought that she’d lost her damn mind, or that maybe she’d been drunker than drunk and decided to get a tattoo. A really weird tattoo at that. So she decided that the best way to cope was to drink some more. So she’d gone to a bar and took a seat at the end of the bar. She had a pint of beer and was working her way through it as she glanced at the tattoo on the inside of her left wrist.
“Fuck,” she muttered, and wondered about laser removal. Though that would probably cost more than she could afford currently, so she just sighed and polished off her pint. “Bar keep, refill,” she said, waggling her empty glass at him.
Thor’s memories had been, well, a mixed bag. Amazing super lightning and Thunder was great, but he’d lost that because of his own arrogance. It was a lesson that had been obvious to the Doctor, even if it had taken time among the mortals for the God to understand.
Dying for them was something that proved he was worthy, but he didn’t feel as worthy today. So drinking and thinking and there was one of his favorite people, “Bryn! Fancy meeting you here.”
She could most definitely use a distraction. Now, she was aware that people had vivid dreams they talked about on that network thing. But she was refusing to believe they were actually real and that she’d had a couple. Even if the tattoo on her arm that had been there in the dream proved they were real.
But then she heard a familiar voice and looked up to see Thor. She greeted him with a smile. “What can I say, I know all the good places to go. Good company and good drinks sounds like an excellent way to pass the time.”
“There are few better and we are already well acquainted with those.” He took a seat next to her, the tattoo thus far unnoticed. “Are you up early, or is this late?”
“Up early. I couldn’t go back to sleep once I woke up, so I decided why not get an early start on killing my liver?” She mused. She was keenly aware that she was killing her liver, and she didn’t exactly care much about that.
“Sounds about right. Couldn’t sleep, myself.” Once he had his beer, he lifted it up and drank from it like a warrior of old. “You know, I’m a doctor, I should warn you about that.”
But he winked at her and didn’t.
“Perhaps, but I appreciate that you don’t,” she quipped as she picked up her new beer and took a long drink of it. “So, Thor, do you put any stock in the whole dream stuff that people talk about on that network thing?” She asked.
“After the last two nights, I think I do.” He set his mug down with a heavy sigh, but what he was going to say next was completely forgotten. “...Is that a Valkyrie tattoo?!”
She looked at him, wondering if he was on something with what he said. At least until he mentioned the tattoo. “What? No,” she protested, turning her arm so the tattoo wasn’t visible. “Wait, how do you know that it’s a Valkyrie tattoo?”
“I used to idolize them,” Thor declared, still staring at the tattoo like it might bite him. “I mean, in the Dreams. I wanted to be a Valkyrie, until I found out you had to be a girl. Then I was both disappointed and thought that was kind of cool.”
She looked at him, eyebrows lifting high up her forehead. “You wanted to be a Valkyrie?” She looked him over. “I mean, why?” She liked being a Valkyrie as far as she could tell in the dream, but it was still really weird to her.
“Why not? Kicking ass, taking names, defending the realm?” Thor laughed boisterously, “What wasn’t there to love!”
Just a bunch of badasses, the legendary kind of badass. In fact, he said aloud, “Legendary badasses.”
“I suppose we are badasses, yeah.” Valkyrie glanced at the tattoo on her arm. “And here I thought I’d gotten so drunk that I dreamt something crazy and ended up getting a tattoo and not remember getting the tattoo.” She glanced at Thor. “So I’m going to assume that since you know this tattoo, that we both dream of Asgard?”
Thor nodded, “Yes, I’ve dreamed of growing up in Asgard. That’s why I’m awake. I dreamed of pissing off father and getting banished, with my powers and hammer stripped from me. I suppose it wasn’t that bad, I made some friends with the mortals of New Mexico. And a very attractive scientist.”
He glanced at her, and said proudly, “ I am literallyThor.”
Valkyrie knew her Norse mythology only to the point of knowing the major gods and figures. And so when Thor proudly announced who he was, she tilted her head a bit. “The god of thunder, huh? Well, at least you’ve got an excellent hammer,” and she wasn’t talking about Mjolnir there. “Though I’m sorry to say the Asgard that I dream of, Thor doesn’t exist yet.”
“What do you mean I don’t exist?” Thor scowled, but then he thought more about it, “Come to think of it, the Valkyrie have been missing since before I was born. Father never really talked about it.”
“That’s what I mean, you weren’t born yet.” No, Asgard had a princess. Odin was enjoying his conquering days. “Though the Valkyrie are missing? That’s worrisome.” And undoubtedly something she’d dream about. Great, maybe she ended up dead in some great battle with someone Odin angered during his conquests.
“Doesn’t sound good for you,” Thor agreed, looking worried. It wasn’t something he could help with, either, and for some reason he had the worst feeling like there was more to all of this than was obvious.
“Clearly not. Suppose I’ll find out since that dream wasn’t just alcohol-induced.” She downed the rest of her beer and signaled for another. She also had a really bad feeling about what was to come.
“It could be a shared hallucination,” He suggested, though he wasn't convinced of that. The Asgard link, the tattoo...It was all too real. All he really needed was the hammer and that would probably be all the convincing needed.
He held his hand out, and felt a tug. “Strange…”
“Well if it is, maybe we need a therapist or something,” she commented as she was served a new drink. She glanced at him. “What’s strange? Us sitting here talking of Norse mythology when I look anything but Norse?” Because when Valkyrie thought of the Valkyrie, or just Norse in general, she pictured them with pale skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. All of which she most certainly did not have. Also they tended to be tall. Another thing that Valkyrie was not.
Thor, though? He definitely looked Norse.
He shrugged his shoulder, “No, you don’t look all that Norse, but I’m sure the Vikings travelled all over, and some intermarried.” Wasn’t there a news story recently about Viking remains in Africa?
“No, what I meant was I can feel something.” He shook his hand in the air, then held it out again. “Something that should not be possible.”
Thunder sounded in the distance.
“Maybe, I haven’t exactly read up on that part of history.” Mostly due to her not being overly interested rather than a lack of being able to do so. Though when she heard the thunder in the distance, she glanced to the window, then looked at Thor.
“Did you do that or is there actually a storm coming?” She asked.
He looked at his hand, then held it out again. The thunder came closer, and his eyes lit up. “It’s coming!”
Something slammed into a car outside, setting off an alarm, and then the wall exploded inward. Lightning crackled throughout the bar and when it cleared, Thor was standing, holding a hammer and dressed like, well, an Asgardian warrior.
And then the hammer swung down, taking his arm with it and hitting the ground. He rubbed his shoulder, “Shit.”
Okay, the eyes lighting up thing was a little scary. She also jumped when she heard something slam into a car, then as the wall exploded. This was entirely weird and shouldn’t be happening. Especially once she saw that Thor was...dressed like an Asgardian warrior.
“Holy fuck,” she commented as she stared at him for a minute before she shook her head a little. “Are you alright?”
“I think so.” He looked down at himself, then ran his hands down his chest, “I did not plan this, but I do not entirely mind.”
The hammer was sitting on the ground where he’d dropped it, and he eyed it warily. Was he worthy? And if he was not yet worthy… what was he going to do?
“It does suit you, I have to say. Even if it’s still really fucking weird and I’m not completely convinced I’m not hallucinating.” She retorted and took a drink of her beer before looking down at the hammer. Oh she recognized it, only in her dream, it was wielded by Hela, Odin’s daughter. It was strange to see it here in Thor’s possession. Clearly shit went down in Asgard at some point that Mjolnir switched owners.
“Father enchanted it,” Thor said, as if speaking to himself. “Banished me, challenged me to prove myself worthy. I was not a good man before then. Arrogant, rash. Much like I was before I became a doctor. But I was unworthy to lift Mjolnir, until I gave my life for those mortals.”
She listened to him, her eyes not leaving Mjolnir. She wasn’t certain how to feel about it being there, but she sure as hell wasn’t going to try to touch it, or much less pick it up. “So you found your nobility and learned some humility. Good life lessons, I suppose.”
“Yes, that was his point, though it took me some time to understand it.” Thor snorted. “The question remains, am I worthy here? Can I lift it? And if I cannot, I am not sure what to do.”
“Well, you do have a thick head at times,” she commented with a little smirk. “Considering it came to you when you held your hand out, I’d think that was a promising sign? I mean, it wouldn’t even come to you if you weren’t worthy, right?”
She was probably right. Thor leaned over, and gripped the hilt. The hammer budged, and felt heavier than it should, but he was able to lift it. His power, though, felt faint and distant. Like he could sense it, but not truely call upon it. There would be no flight, or calling the lightning. Not yet, anyway.
“I suppose I’m worthy, then.” He turned, grinning at her and tried to flip it. It spun, he caught it and it nearly wrenched his arm out of the socket, “Shit!”
She raised her eyebrows as the hammer nearly wrenched his arm out of the socket. “Careful there, big boy. Maybe you’re not completely a god yet. Or your hammer is teasing you. Assuming it has a sense of humor.”
Both, probably both. Thor set the hammer on the bar with a heavy thud and rubbed his shoulder, “Do you feel different at all? Valkyrish?”
“Maybe a little tingly, but that’s probably the alcohol. Otherwise I feel normal.” She responded with a little shrug. She definitely didn’t feel different than usual. Besides, what was being a Valkyrie supposed to feel like?
“Huh.” Thor gave a little shrug, then picked the hammer back up. “Want to get out of here before someone recovers and tries to charge us for damages?”
She glanced around for a moment, then nodded. “Good idea. Let’s go,” she said as she hopped off her stool, finished off her drink, then made her way to the exit.
“I do love how quickly you agreed.” Resting his hammer on his shoulder, Thor followed after her, though at a slightly slower pace. He was still marveling that his hammer existed, and so did that power.
And he wondered if he could change the world.
“Hey, I know when to make a quick exit,” she responded. If Thor wanted to change the world, she wasn’t going to stop him. But she’d just remain how she was, content with drifting from place to place with no real direction or purpose in life.
Thor thought that he might see about that...