*Endgame spoilers!!!*
He's gone.
He's gone.
He's gone.
That cocky little smile. Shifty eyes. Ridiculous fashion sense.
Brunhilde snorted a little through her tears and wiped her nose.
That's enough mourning for today, I have a kingdom to run.
Maybe just one more minute.
Every morning she came out here and just watched. Watched everything. The edge of the cliff hung out over the water a little, so that if you looked over it you could sometimes see strange creatures dwelling in the depths. Asgard didn't have anything like this, nor Sakaar. Sakaar had some random little patches of earth here and there, if you could see through the trash (inhabitants included), but Asgard- well, it used to have some of everything, from her memories, but these days it was mostly flattened.
Stupid Odinsons/daughters, always disappointing me.
She snorted again, her thoughts going back to those early mornings on board their vessel, while travelling to Midgard. The little weasel would always take at least an hour to get ready. All Brunehilde wanted to do was brush her teeth and throw on something practical, but no, it was always this pathetic stream of:
'Hurry up!'
*From inside the bathroom* 'You hurry up!'
'No! What? I'm ready, I'm waiting for you, jerk!'
'Y'know it would help if you just left me alone for one second. Anyone would think that you're getting a little obsessed with me...'
'Shut up!'
*triumphant laugh*
'I said shut up!'
'Mhm, sure...'
'Oh my Allfathers. Loki I swear, if you don't get out right now I'm coming in! And I have a knife, what do you have again? Damage stick?'
'Don't you dare bring that up!'
She still couldn't believe he was gone. Idiot. Even 'Damage stick' would have worked better than those stupid little knives. She hadn't actually seen it, but Thor had told her everything.
I should've been there. He should've gotten my help. We could've made a plan. And he shouldn't have died.
I never told him. All that time and I never said a word. That jerk. He just had to go and get killed.
His crooked nose. She used to balance cutlery on it to entertain the younglings. He hated that, but it was funny. Slender hands that he would use to manipulate his knives. And stab her. But she stabbed him back so it was fine. Stick legs. She saw him dancing in his little cabin sometimes, it was actually pretty good. Not that she would ever say it out loud.
He never drank with her, but he would sit and talk with her while she drank. One particularly bad night he sat with her until she passed out, and was still there when she woke up. Asleep of course, with his head back and mouth open. It was hilarious.
Taking a last deep breath of the cold air she finally stood up. She was their Queen now, and had to be strong for them all. She had to accept it.
He's gone.
He's gone.
He's gone.
