Tiny.

"OUT. OF. MY. WAY!!!"

Thunder roared as Mjölnir swung her great warhammer, crushing a number of Olympians with a single move.

She was angry, frustrated. Her wish was to accompany her beloved Doctor to the palace, to help guard him throughout his dangerous mission. But unfortunately, she wasn't a Valkyrie. She was a Nephilim, and a high ranking one at that.

Mimir had tasked her with leading the assault on the Olympians, with freeing their captured comrades as her second objective. It was an important job, one she would've taken pride in if the circumstances were different, but that had changed soon after she began to understand the warm feeling in her chest, and because of that she found herself desiring to be beside that man.

'I hope his opinion of me doesn't change because of this…'