Valkyrie and Family 2.141

It was around six o'clock in the afternoon and on the shore of the Lake of the Nine Realms, the tide had risen and covered the small beach at the bottom of the cliff where the cave where Viggo was hiding next to the winged warrior. Viggo could clearly see the tide picking up and advancing to hit the cliff wall. Within that tide were some large, sharp rocks jutting out on the surface. A place where it was not advisable to fall.

Viggo was able to notice all those changes because he was hanging from the edge of the cave, only asserted from his hands.

At the same time, the winged warrior was standing on the edge of the cave, looking at Viggo with a clear expression of anger. Her vibrant silver hair fell like two waterfalls framing a young and attractive face, despite having a frown.

-Damn god Aesir, what did you do to me?- shouted the winged warrior with a crystalline voice, young and attractive.

-I told you so- replied Viggo hanging from the edge, looking at times at the waves at the bottom of the cliff and looking up to see the winged warrior -I did nothing to you that I must ask for forgiveness. On the contrary, I save your ass, is that how you thank me?-

-Shut up, I don't believe you. I know those who are like you, they are deplorable beings, given to drink and pleasures- replied the winged warrior -I...-

-What me?- asked Viggo with a smile -have you remembered it yet? If so, it would help me a lot if you took your foot out of my hand-

The winged warrior frowned, looked at her foot, and saw her golden boot on the redhead's hand.

All this happened when she woke up and found himself in a dark cave. That redhead was sitting on the floor, a few meters from her. He wore celestial armor with golden edges. She woke up with a big headache but seeing the armor and the two wolves on the back of the redhead's armor, she thought of the God Tyr. Legends were told that he was a good god, but she never met him and an Aesir, he would always be an Aesir. So, she attacks him from behind with a kick and threw him off the cliff. At the same time, she began to think about all the things that Aesir would have done to her while she was asleep, and fury clouded her judgment. However, now that she remembered, she was struggling.

The winged warrior removed her foot from the redhead's right hand and took a step back. Viggo took advantage of going up and stood up in front of her. They were of the same size, only that Viggo looked thicker because of the armor and his warrior build.

-Who are you?- asked Viggo, looking into her eyes.

However, the winged warrior stretched out her hand as if holding something and instantly appeared the silver wand with which attacked the hammer warrior before -I already assumed, you are a dirty Aesir- said the warrior with a strident tone of voice.

-No, I'm not- said Viggo with a frown, took his hair and showed it to her -you see this hair, have you ever seen an Aesir with such red hair? Hopefully the hair of that guy you struggled with could be considered coppery. I'm not even from this earth-

The winged warrior stared at Viggo, noticing his manly features and red hair long shoulder-length. She had never read any legend with a flaming-haired Aesir. It was as red as blood.

-Why are you wearing Tyr's armor?- asked the winged warrior without lowering the wand.

Viggo didn't dare to get angry. He may have been able to defend himself, but the winged warrior's magical attacks were no joke. In addition, he wanted her to become his ally. If someone wanted to destroy the Aesir, so much the better for him. He could get extra help.

-You see- said Viggo, putting on his best smile. Then he saw that the winged warrior's gaze became nervous and looked at a corner while her cheeks blushed. Viggo continued to smile, knowing that she had been distracted -I come from another land and came to train. I investigated some caves and found an underground city. There I found this armor and a lot of treasures. Since it was good armor, I put it on and already-

The winged warrior was unconvinced, frowned, under her wand until she pointed at his feet, but don't keep it -take off that armor- she said.

-Excuse me?- asked Viggo.

-Take it off- shouted the winged warrior raising the wand and pointing it at his face

Viggo took a deep breath and asked -Why?-

-The Aesir has the habit of tattooing on their bodies their affiliation and their beliefs-

He looks down and tilt his head slightly. He remembers reading some runes on Atreus' neck and arm like "Strong arm, precise arrow, calm mind and other things" These are things that Faye put as a kind of enchantment in the child to dominate the bow. Viggo looked at the winged warrior again. Her beautiful silver hair fell like two waterfalls framing an oval face, big blue eyes, and fleshy lips. No doubt beautiful, but that frown and the wand pointing it at the face, drove away all Viggo's bad thoughts.

Viggo nodded, took his hands to the base of the breastplate, and took off from the bottom up. Once he removes it, leave it on his right, on the rocky and damp ground. The winged warrior walked to Viggo, without ever lowering her wand. She supports it on the left pectoral and bring her left hand to the right pectoral. She gently ran her hand across the surface, then went to the neck, checked every inch. Then she grabs Viggo's jaw without ever pulling the wand away from his chest. She turns his face to the right and then to the left, checking that he had a tattoo or something that betrayed his origin, but he had nothing.

The winged warrior took two steps, under the wand, but never keep it. She let out a sigh and looked at Viggo with an inquisitive look -Why did you help me?- asked.

-Because if someone wants to fight against the gods Aesir, could be a good companion- replied Viggo with a sly smile.

The winged warrior remembered her fight against Thor and bowed her head -I don't want to fight the Aesir, I look for the Valkyries and for our queen- she answered in a low voice, then raised her face and said in a firm tone -I went to the Rocstoll aff valkyrs in Midgar, but I didn't find anyone. Thor found me and he made fun of me, that's why we fought, but I...-

-The legends of Thor are very dark and the engravings in the city are very precise. No one who has fought against the god of thunder has survived- replied Viggo, crouched down, took his breastplate, and lifted it above his head, passed his arms inside, aligning them with the shoulder pads and sliding the breastplate until he could put his arms and insert his head into the hole in his neck. Then he put it on and looked at the winged warrior with a mocking smile -congratulations, you can consider yourself the first- he looked at the armor of the winged warrior, noticing that it was more of a robe it would ornament than an armor like his -I would like to know how you endured those hammers without being blown up in the process-

The winged warrior pointed her wand at Viggo again and said in a strong tone -it's none of your business. Don't be arrogant-

-Not even because I saved your ass?-

-You're so rude, can't you say it another way?-

-Ok, well, not even because I saved your honorable ass? How is it going? Did you like that?-

-So unpleasant, I correct what I said. You don't have to be an Aesir to be a pig-

Viggo stared into her eyes, sure she wouldn't attack him. He let out a sigh and said -at least answers some questions for me as a sign of gratitude– he said –I face Thor and rescue you. It's the least you can do-

The winged warrior never under the wand, but asked -What do you want to know?-

-Many things- Viggo said with a sly smile, stretched out his hand to the blankets unfolded on the ground behind her, walked and sat in a corner. The winged warrior always pointed him out, but seeing that he wanted to sit down, she didn't know how to respond. He was in Midgar, a place of death for the Vanir people. Battlefield of ancient encounters between his people and the Aesir. However, this man didn't seem to mind that the murderous god of the Aesir was hanging around the area. She faded the silver wand, walked to the blanket, and sat down.

Viggo unbuttoned the leather bag from his waist and pulled out an emerald bottle with a golden glow coming from inside. Viggo opened the bottle, and a pleasant aroma came out. The winged warrior licked her lips just by feeling it, but that alerted her and made her stand up, invoke her wand, and point it, again.

-What do you propose?- shouted the winged warrior

-Have a relaxed conversation- Viggo said, pulling two clay glasses from inside the leather bag. He put them on the blanket and raised his face while showing a friendly smile -you can drink as much Estus as you want, but never get drunk-

-You won't convince me with your cheap word-

-Nothing is going to happen to you, to begin with, you already drank it when you were unconscious, how do you think it will heal you?-

-Damn you- the winged warrior mumble creating a circle of magic in the air with the sowelu rune inside "S".

-Wait, wait, wait- said Viggo, raising his hands and showing a worried expression. From this distance it would be too dangerous to receive a magical attack of those that the winged warrior could do -the Estus did nothing wrong to you. You feel good, don't you? It's good, look- Viggo brought his hand to the bottle, poured a little into his clay glass and put the bottle aside. Then he drank the Estus in one sip and showed a big smile as if everything were fine. Well, after a glass of Estus, everything was more than fine. After all, it was a drink that regenerated soul energy and healed physical wounds.

The winged warrior stared at him suspiciously as she pointed the wand at him, but in the end, she let out a sigh and faded the wand in her hand. Then she sat down from the other corner of the blanket and looked Viggo in the eye. Then she looked at the bottle and the glass, looked at Viggo again and since the latter did not react, she frowned.

-Ooooh, I get it, I get it- Viggo said after enduring that look of reproach for a few seconds -you want it to serve you, right?-

The winged warrior nodded. Viggo made an uncomfortable smile and took the bottle to serve him in the clay glass. Once the drink was served, she took the glass and brought it closer to her nose. She smelled the contents, feeling happy with the pure aroma. She didn't know why she felt so happy, but she liked this scent. It was weird, she thought, she distrusted Viggo for a moment, but remembering that he drank from the same bottle, she thought there was nothing wrong with it. She drank the Estus and when she tried it, she couldn't stop until she drank it all in one gulp.

-It's...- she said with a look full of wonder, happiness, and worry -it's the most delicious thing I've ever tasted in life-

-Right?- asked Viggo with a big smile.

The winged warrior stared at the red-haired young man and seeing that incredible smile, she blushed, lowering her gaze. Then she frowned again, but this time angry at herself.