𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 | "screaming, who could
ever leave me, darling? but who could stay?"
𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 vivica odinsdottir is getting
tired of keeping her family together
(thor1-thor:love and thunder)
(ongoing)
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𝐢. i don't get angry when i'm pissed, i'm the eternal optimist
𝐀 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐇 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐂𝐀 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐒𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐃. Conversations ceased and every eye turned towards the entrance, expecting to see Thor stride through the doors. Instead, their gazes fell upon a slender, young girl with an air of quiet confidence.
Vivica couldn't help but roll her eyes playfully as a ripple of disappointment spread through the crowd. A few groans of dissatisfaction echoed off the intricately carved walls, adorned with the legends and battles of Asgard's past.
She sighed softly, well aware that her tardiness had disrupted the anticipation. Her footsteps echoed through the vast hall as she descended the steps, her hands clasped behind her back. As she reached the front of the room, Vivica came to a halt before the imposing figure of her father. Odin sat atop his grand throne, an epitome of regal authority. His presence was commanding, his eyes fixed on the entrance as if willing Thor to appear. He was clad in full ceremonial armor, the intricate designs glinting under the hall's golden light. In his hand, he held the mighty spear Gungnir.
With her hands still behind her back, she bowed her head slightly in a gesture of apology and respect. "Father," she began, her voice steady and clear despite the disapproving murmurs that surrounded her, "I apologize for being late. I got carried away in the library again."
Her words hung in the air as she lifted her head to meet her father's gaze, only to find that he was not looking at her. Odin's eyes remained fixed ahead, a stoic mask of anticipation. His attention was unwavering, every fiber of his being seemingly focused on the awaited arrival of Thor. The lack of acknowledgment stung slightly, but Vivica knew her father's expectations so she took a deep breath, composing herself before moving gracefully to stand next to Loki and their mother without uttering another word.
