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MEN WERE KILLED BY THEIR OWN THOUGHTS, Yet Y/n wasn't a man and memories were her cruel death. They were haunting memories of the past, that clawed their way to the surface of all of the women that were left on the battlefield to die.
Her chest ached with the remembrance of being laptop her horse, watching the woman she loved fall. Dirt hit her face and the way the darkness surrounded her as if she couldn't get out of it.
She could still sometimes hear the screaming, the memories of the fall of her people and the fall of her kingdom, not much to remember blocking half of it out. Valkyrie was supposed to be a fighter, they were the protectors of the nine realms, not rulers, but she was trying to be a dragon no longer wanting to be the prey of little sheep.
Walking with the sun shining down on her, roaming the castle after coming up from the darkness of the dungeon. With Marceline by her said as she walked; "I guess practice would help," Y/n noted squinting her eyes a bit at the sun shining, smiling over at her friend.
Marceline didn't know that Y/n went to go visit Loki, as the woman made sure that she wasn't questioned by Marceline.
People walked around as well with the fountain not the far from distance. The skies were clean, and nature was a beautiful hue that seemed fake to the eyes. The smell of flowers had fumed in her nose.
The warmness felt nice compared to the cold that surrounded her body during the time of Loki's touch. One that she didn't want to get used to; even if was going to be her death of her.
"It took me three years to learn, Norwegian" Marceline commented holding onto her own hands and gracefully walking beside Y/n; still wearing a tan garment.
"Have you ever been to Midgard?" Y/n asked the woman; with furrowed eyebrows.
"Never your grace," Marceline didn't think twice before answering her, as both of their cape-like wear flowed in the low winds walking along the side.
Cocking her head to the side as they walked. "And?"
"And it would be nice to visit?" Marceline didn't know what to say to continue the conversation with the woman who she saw to be her closest friend. "I would think so"
Humming, with a small head tilt; Marceline giggled a little at that response to how Midgard was. Compared to Asgard, Y/n would never go to Midgard again, it had no reason for her to be down there; along with no desire to be involved with Midgard.
"Was he spying on you?" Y/n questioned knowingly, raising an eyebrow commenting on the last time she had seen Marceline last night.
"No, Your Gracel, my apologize" Marceline chuckled; "That was my husband, Seemed like you also had a guest last night-"
