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Read The Lost Valkyrie in order! Some chapters are NSFW!
The days passed slowly, despite there being much to do, and Ulf felt like he was sleepwalking through them. And he pretty much was, to the point where Thyra took on most of the affairs of the Kingdom. And while she was able to distract herself, Ulf was not.
Instead, the King brooded most of the day on his throne. Or else he was at the village’s shrine to the gods, praying to Odin and Friia for them to send his wife back to him. And day after day, there was no word.
By now all the people had heard that their Queen was a Valkyrie, and that the Valkyries had saved Bollurgard from the demon army. The whole Kingdom was buzzing with discussion for days on end.
Meanwhile, word had also reached King Knud of the demon attacks, and he had finally seen the danger they all were in for himself, as a demon had begun to plague his lands. Now, he finally wanted to meet without preconditions to form an alliance with Bollurgard.
But so far, his messages had gone unanswered while Ulf brooded. His third message was brought to Thyra.
“My Lady,” the bird master said, “King Knud’s third message came addressed to you, begging your pardon, and it is on red parchment. I came at once.”
The Princess opened the small message and read it. “Thank you, I shall discuss this with King Ulf,” she replied to the bird master. “Please send this back to Knud as soon as possible,” she said, writing a quick note and sealing it with her Princess seal, giving the note to the bird master.
Thyra went to the throne room, but not finding Ulf there, she went next to the shrine to the gods. Ulf was there, praying to Odin.
“Allfather, please send my wife back to me. Why do you not answer? My cause is just, Allfather,” she heard him saying.
If Thyra didn’t know from experience that the Valkyries were real - that their stories were true - she might think her brother had lost his mind. But Odin was clearly as real as the Valkyries, and he could be reached with words of prayer. She was loath to interrupt her brother in his grief and need, but she felt she had to.
“Brother,” she started. And he turned to look at her.
“King Knud wishes for support destroying the demon plaguing his kingdom. May I send five of our well-trained men to him from Hans’ guards? It would be a good test for them, my King.”
Ulf waved his hand in dismissal and turned back to his prayers. He’d barely heard her, it seemed. She wondered if he’d even remember, later.
“It hurts, sister,” he said suddenly, still looking at the shrine. “It hurts, and I cannot bear it. By the gods, I won’t fulfill the fate they have in mind for me if they deny me my bride. Tell Knud we have no men to spare at the present. Tell the Allfather the same, when you pray. If he will not help me, I will not help him.”
Thyra walked over to the King and put a hand on his shoulder.
“Brother, you cannot go against the gods. Against your fate. You will bring calamity to your people, and to Midgard. You heard the word of the Valkyrie seeress.”
But King Ulf only scoffed, and when he spoke, his voice was hard as iron.
“I will not serve gods so unjust as to send me the most beautiful, amazing woman in all Asgard and Midgard, set the stage for me to fall in love with her, and then take her away after letting us marry in the full view of them. I will not do it. If they are that cruel, they are hardly better than our demon foes. Send my response to Knud, sister.”
The Princess bowed to the King, though he had never turned to face her. “It shall be done, my Lord.” And she left.
Meanwhile, Rune had arrived without incident at Valhalla with her sisters. As they landed, a Valkyrie came with a message.
“The Allfather bids you prepare for a great victory feast; a feast to celebrate our victories over the demons in Bollurgard! It will be held tonight!”
Indeed, all of Valhalla seemed to buzz with the news! The Mightiest Warrior of Valhalla had returned victorious after almost two months of absence. On her way to the barracks, everyone whom she passed offered congratulations!
“I heard you defeated a power demon!”
“Was the demon army as big as they say? With huge demons in it?”
“We want to hear the whole story of your battle tonight!”
“Hail Rune, and hail her Valkyrie sisters!”
It was nice to be welcomed home, and Rune smiled, nodded and waved to all who greeted her, but the young Valkyrie was not happy. In fact, she was heartbroken. She missed her King and husband!
Back in the barracks, there was her old bed, waiting for her just like always. As if she’d never left. But she was changed, and being in this setting felt weird to her, now.
Ase came over. “Are you OK, Rune? It must be strange to be back. It is good to have you back, though.” She smiled and leaned close to whisper, “And I’ve missed our nights together. I understand if you don’t want to do that any more, now that you’re in-love and married. But if you want to snuggle like we used to, just let me know. Maybe it would help.”
And the girl kissed her cheek tenderly.
Rune blushed and nodded noncommittally but with a smile. She’d not even considered what she would do back in Valhalla. Some of the girls like Ase were readily available to her. And it was at least somewhat expected she’d be available at times to the men of Valhalla.
But THAT thought was now revolting to her. Rune was married, and she wanted only ONE man. HER man. As for another girl, she’d often wondered if Thyra wanted to be closer to her while she was in Bollurgard, and now that she had her memory back, she knew why. She’d had that sort of relationship with Ase!
Thyra had never tried anything to make it happen, but now that she was “back to normal,” Ase was interested.
She wasn’t sure. It wasn’t like being with another man - not exactly. The rules of marriage, like many of the rules of life on Midgard, seemed complex. She sighed. More stuff to figure out!
Hildi appeared as Rune was considering these things.
“Rune, the Allfather commands your presence in the throne room.” Hildi was wearing a serious expression, and Rune sighed again.
“This day just keeps getting better and better,” she said as she fell in beside Hildi, who took her hand and squeezed it.
“Try not to worry, sister,” Hildi told her. “You’ve done nothing wrong.”
Rune smiled gratefully, but she WAS worried. And the closer they got to the throne room, the more worried she got!
“Remember, little sister. Head held HIGH. You’re still the Mightiest Warrior of Valhalla!”
Rune nodded and did it, but her stomach was still in knots.
Finally, she and Hildi entered through the large double doors to the room where Odin, the Allfather, greatest of all the heavenly powers, rendered judgment from his seat of power. The mood was quiet, as everyone present turned to look at Rune as she entered. She saw many of the gods there. And many of the senior Valkyries were also there. Some did NOT look at her in a friendly way.
In the past, such attention would have immediately intimidated the youngest Valkyrie. But not today. Not any more. Now, she felt their attention as a challenge, and instead of cowing her, Rune actually started to feel better. The lead-up was worse than whatever would happen now. At least she hoped.
Friia was also present, and she smiled at the young woman. By the gods, she loved Friia!
In any event, “The Mightiest Warrior of Valhalla” had now proven herself three times to be worthy of the title. And she decided she was going to wear it for everyone in this room.
“My Lord,” she declared as she neared the throne curtsying formally to the Allfather before standing straight and tall again, Hildi behind her. And Helga joined them, standing with Hildi.
Odin looked down at her from his throne, his glance shrewd and penetrating.
“So, you have returned, young Valkyrie. What report does the Mightiest Warrior of Valhalla have to give after being away so long?”
“My Lord Allfather,” Rune replied. “I have destroyed the demon that was plaguing Bollurgard. It was a power demon, my Lord. Very powerful, but I gained the mastery of it. And then a large horde of demons of several kinds attacked, just the next day. At least one-hundred! I had help from the King and Princess of the Kingdom fighting them, but they were many. It was well that my sisters came to fight with us. The demons have been defeated too.”
“Very good, Valkyrie,” Odin said, seemingly genuinely pleased. “Tell me your analysis of the mission. What is it that we stopped?”
“My Lord, the demons are intent on killing the King of Bollurgard. When the power demon failed, they sent a large force to complete the task.”
This prompted quite a bit of discussion from those assembled. The demons had never been known to do such a thing!
“I fear they will try again, my Lord. The King is intent on building alliances amongst the kings of men to fight the demons together, and the demons take the threat of their unity very seriously. Bollurgard and its King must be protected. And aided.”
Now Odin held up a hand to quiet the talking of the others, which had grown louder and louder.
“And whom shall we send to protect Bollurgard, Valkyrie? You,” he asked, leaning forward in the seat of his throne.
“My Lord, I would be honored,” Rune replied. “The people of Bollurgard are brave and true. They have learned much.”
Odin nodded. “I see, Valkyrie. So, it is not because you MARRIED the King that you want to return?”
Rune told herself, “head high,” before replying.
“It is true, my Lord Allfather. While there, I fell in love with the King. And we did marry, offering our vows to the gods. Of course, I wish to return.”
Odin laughed, and not in a humorous way. “Ha! And did it not occur to you that Valkyries do not marry? That Valkyries don’t form bonds of that sort, especially not with the mortals of Midgard? What would happen if all my Valkyries wished to marry the men of Midgard? It is forbidden for a REASON. We don’t even countenance romantic encounters of that sort!”
The girl nodded gravely. “I know, my Lord. During the fight with the power demon, I was afflicted with a curse of demon sickness. And when I awoke, I had no memory. I thought I was a simple shieldmaiden and a human. If I had known I was a Valkyrie, I would not have allowed it.”
The Allfather was glaring at her, but she still held her head high, the way Hildi had told her. “You did nothing wrong,” she told herself.
Finally, Odin softened his expression a bit. “Well. It seems it has worked out acceptably. You have returned to us, and the demons are destroyed. If you had known you were Valkyrie at the time, you would not have married, as you said, yourself. You were not in your right mind. The marriage to the human King is hereby annulled.”
Odin was going to continue, but Rune burst out a response. “But my Lord,” she protested. “I cannot simply annul my love for King Ulf. Our wedding vows were made sincerely, in the sight of the gods, as a reflection of our true love. I cannot go back to what I was.”
The greatest of the gods looked annoyed at her interruption. “You can go back, and you will, Valkyrie. I command it.” He paused, and then he explained a bit less sternly. “You may not understand, young Valkyrie, but mortals are useful as tools, at best. They grow old and die. They are easily killed. They fail and disappoint. It is not appropriate to love one or be married to one.”
Rune took a deep breath. She could feel both Helga and Hildi behind her, willing her not to continue this confrontation. Everybody knew the legendary temper of Odin. But Rune could not contain herself.
“My Lord, the humans are all that you say and more. They are also kind, and trusting. And decent. And ingenious. And they love passionately. Having been with them as I was, my Lord, I cannot just pretend it didn’t happen. I’d rather live as a human than go back, now.”
After she stopped talking, Rune steeled herself for Odin’s wrath. Many others there murmured angrily at her. And Odin didn’t disappoint her.
“Valkyrie! You are our strongest warrior, and you have done well on your first mission. But DO NOT TRY MY PATIENCE. You are forbidden from contacting this man, the King. Do you understand?”
Rune sighed. “Yes, my Lord.” And the audience with Odin was finished, just like that.
The feast was starting, and the mood in the hall was celebratory. All the Valkyries in Rune’s squadron sat in places of honor on the main dias near the heavenly powers! Nobody could remember anything like it!
But Rune was despondent and in no mood for it. She was only here because she was expected. She didn’t want Odin to command her to come. So she came, sitting with Helga and Hildi, who tried their best to cheer up their younger sister.
“It will work out, Rune,” Hildi said. “You’ll see.”
Helga agreed. “You may have to be patient, little sister. Give it some time.”
“But how,” Rune argued. “You heard Odin. Humans are no better than tools. Used and put aside. He has no room in his heart for love.”
The young Valkyrie wanted to cry, and she struggled not to in front of the room of warriors.
And she had to try to be brave for the next several hours as she and her friends told and retold the stories of the battles they’d had with the demons. With lots of ale! And cheering!
Rune put on a happy face for it all.
Friia stopped by at one point to offer her personal congratulations. “Well done, girls,” she told them all, putting her hand on Rune’s shoulder. “Especially you, Rune. You have made me proud.”
It warmed Rune’s heart a little. “Thank you, my Lady,” she said with some feeling, still trying not to cry. “I could not have done it without you.” And she looked up at Friia, willing the goddess to understand, without words, the pain she was in.
Friia nodded to her, her hand squeezing the younger woman’s shoulder comfortingly. Did she really understand? Rune hoped so!
After an eternity, the feast finally started to wind down, and her sisters started to depart a few at a time. Rune left as soon as she could, wanting only to go back to her barracks and sleep. Even so, so many wanted to hear her battle story one more time that she couldn’t leave until almost all her sisters were gone already. Odin had left an hour ago, along with Friia.
Finally, the last retelling of her battle stories was finished, and Rune left, too. She felt exhausted when she reached the barracks. Maybe she WOULD invite Ase to sleep with her tonight. She needed some comfort, and Ase was a sweetheart and a friend. She knew now one of the reasons she’d taken to Thyra so quickly: the Princess reminded Rune of Ase.
But as she entered the normally crowded barracks, she found it quite empty.
“By the gods, what NOW?” she asked the empty room. “Where are you all,” she called out, wondering if her squadron had planned some sort of surprise for her. She was NOT in the mood for one, if they had.
“Oh great, they’re all having fun without me, now,” the Valkyrie grumbled. No snuggling with Ase, no comforting presence of her sisters nearby. Only emptiness. No love. No husband. No sisters.
It was too much, and Rune DID cry. Until she fell asleep.
It had been a week since Rune had left Bollurgard with the other Valkyries, and “life empty of purpose and love” was starting to feel somewhat normal for King Ulf. And Thyra, too. She missed her best friend deeply.
At least the Princess was still busying herself with matters of the Kingdom. Ulf remained inconsolable. Knud’s pleas for help - two more of them - had been answered in the negative.
“Brother, please. It’s not Knud’s fault. His people have been attacked three times, now.” Thyra was getting frustrated with Ulf, but he didn’t care.
“No, Knud is paying for the deceit of the gods, as are we, sister. I will not lift another finger for them and the destiny they have for me. If they value us so little, the Asgardians can fight the demons themselves.”
Thyra left him, then. She’d been hoping Rune would re-appear, but it was starting to seem less likely. And Ulf was not budging.
With a heavy sigh, she wrote another response to Knud and sent it.
Ulf went to bed, preparing to struggle through another long, hard night. But on this night he fell asleep more easily than before. And he had a dream.
In his dream, Ulf went back to sending prayers up to Odin, Friia and Thor. “I won’t leave you alone until you kill me or grant my petition,” he shouted at their respective shrines. “I am in the right, and you know it!”
As he was muttering to himself after this latest outburst, the King saw a raven land in the window to the shrine. It let out its raucous call and then flew away.
Ulf watched in amazement. Was it a sign from Odin? It was known the greatest of all the gods used ravens as messengers.
As the King pondered in his dream, he heard a voice speaking from the shadows of the shrine. “You can go on shouting as much as you like, young King. Your anger does not frighten us, nor does it move us, no matter your righteous indignation.”
Whirling around, the King demanded, “Who is there?” All he saw was a dim figure, like an old man. He had a raven on his shoulder! As he watched, the man stepped forward, into the light.
“I think you know who I am, young King. You have called, and I have answered. Are you ready to be judged?” The Allfather looked very grave as he spoke.
But Ulf was confident. “I am, my Lord. I want my wife back. She is mine, and I am hers. Our vows were sincerely given, and blessed by the gods.”
“I judged this matter a week ago, when the young Valkyrie returned to Valhalla. Why should I judge it again?”
Ulf harrumphed. “Because you were wrong, my Lord. If you knew you were right for certain, you’d not have even come here, would you?”
Odin laughed softly. “Well said, well said. And why am I wrong?”
Ulf was ready with his reply. “Sentimentalism and morality seems to have no ability to persuade, so I will speak plainly, my Lord. I’ve been told my destiny is to unite the men of Midgard to fight in unity against the demons. I will refuse to do this if my bride is not restored to me. Indeed, I am already refusing this fate.” Ulf looked the greatest of gods in the eye. “If the gods care so little for me, why should I care for their wants?”
The Allfather seemed to be taking the measure of the man before him and even in the dream this took some seconds. “We are all subject to our fates, even the gods. I cannot change yours and would not. Still, to have you actively resisting your own would not be good.”
He seemed to brood on the situation some, then, walking back and forth, his raven calling out a couple times in the otherwise silent space.
“Did you know,” the Allfather said suddenly, turning to face the King, “that all of young Rune’s sisters in her squadron came to beseech me on her behalf? And they even got my own beloved wife, Friia, to support them? Hearing your stories really affected them.”
Ulf nodded. “My Lord Allfather, we found your servants to be most delightful. I do not exaggerate when I say your Valkyries are adored by the people of Bollurgard.”
Odin smiled. “It would be nice to be well-received by the people of Midgard, I admit.” Then his look turned grave again. “Well, young King, it seems we are at a bit of an impasse. I NEED the men of Midgard to fight the demons. The Valkyries alone are hard put to fight them,
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