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Valkyrie

Valkyrie

"The bold succeed where so ever they go." - The Saga of Magnus Barefoot

Bernadette had obviously been doing her tasks while I was asleep. The dresser was garland with various cosmetics and utensils ready for my dressing, a large mahogany wardrobe stood strong against the wall, there hung a navy, wrap around dress. It was subtle and practical Asgardian clothing, the material thick and sturdy, it resembled scales. Yet it retained some feminine qualities, a low v-neck line, an intrusive stout front that was knee length, and the shoulder pads protruded creating a solid base, in order to sustain the wait of the cobalt cape that hung opposite. Accessorised with leather cuffs and leather boots. I had no choice but to dress myself in it as my Dagný servant clothes were torn, stained and ruined, curtsy of Queen Frigga.

I struggled to fasten the iron clasps on my lower back, as a backless design made the fastens much lower, so I left them open as I sat at the vanity desk and combed through my hair. There is a lovely attribute about the women of Asgard the styles they wear their hair are simply astonishing. There are so many ways they find to braid hair, the higher the stature of a women the more intricate her braid is.

For instance as a former servant of the Queen Frigga every morn I was expected to create a new form of exhibiting her tawny lochs. I wove my upper sections in a platted fashion and allowed the rest of my brunette hair to fall in waves.

Staring at the women I see in the mirror sends chills to my core, could I really be a leader of a revolution? Lost in thought I barley noticed as foreign hands slowly clicked the fastens on my dress close. Still peering into the mirror, Thor's reflection gazed back at me, he stood cemented behind me one of his large hands rested on my shoulder.

"You look as a strong queen, Lady Alison." His words a regal announcement.

I blush bowing my head to the side, only to be greeted with the back of his hand warm on my cheek. A small gesture is seen as Thor lightly tucks my waves behind my ear, bringing back my mask of hair I had fashioned to cover my chest and exposed neck line.

"No such beauty has ever been seen in the realm of Asgard as this." His thumb trailing my jawline.

I meet his eyes again in the mirror as he smiles back.

"There are many beautiful women in Asgard, many I have seen your mother send your way." His expression falls as the realisation of my words take heed.

"As a servant you saw and assisted my mother with the task of finding me a bride, yes?" His voice grows quiet as if I've almost hurt his feelings.

"I was present during those times yes, Queen Frigga asked of my opinion ever so often. The women she chose were... perfectly attractive, yet they lacked any individuality what so ever." Giving him a truth couldn't hurt, as I knew his feelings towards the subject.

"Exactly! Mother never listened, she threw these girls at my feet as if I was to choose the most beautiful which it would lead to be a sham of a marriage." He began to pace back and forth, upon the marble floor.

"I need a woman, at my side... one who I love and one who can bear the pain of wars, strife and death. Being Queen means so much more than sitting pretty upon a throne." He said it with so much passion and anger that I'd never heard before.

"So you are saying you need a warrior, not a lady. A marriage of practicality?" Surely a future queen would have to be a grave fighter.

After all Queen Frigga had her witch craft she was also talented with a dagger. There were many enemies of Asgard, Thor had taught me but a few. So a Queen would have to be able to defend her kingdom, alongside her King either on the battlefield or in the dwellings of Asgard.