I'll share in your suffering

*Sanngriðr* · 12-30-2021, 06:17 PM

Warriors fall in battle. Warriors go to Valhalla. That was the natural order of things. That was how things worked. It was their destiny. As long as they kept fighting, as long as they kept believing, that was how things would be. Sanngriðr knew she was meant to find solace in that, but it was easier said than done. She'd been a yearling when her mother fell. Combat, glorious combat, had taken her down. She died doing what she loved... she left behind one daughter. That was all. Just... just her. Sanngriðr was left feeling like it wasn't fair. A shieldmaiden was destined to die in battle, but so early?

She didn't have time to grieve. She didn't have time to mourn. Mourning would have been weakness. Weakness gets you killed. Vulnerability gets you killed. Her father had moved on nearly immediately, elevating his favorite concubine to the place by his side. It wasn't long before her younger siblings were born... Sanngriðr never had the chance to recover. She couldn't mourn. She couldn't take the chance to process things, just... she had to move on. Trust the gods, but they were so... so cruel. How could she trust gods that required blood, the blood of the innocent? How could she trust the gods that took her mother away? Supposedly it was their destiny, but maybe the valkyrie could rewrite hers. She had to.

Sitting beside the young priestess in the quiet of the grey morning, Sanngriðr attempted to let herself feel. Why was it so hard? Why was everything so fucked up? Why was she so angry? The anger had made a home in her chest, and it was one of the things that drove her nearly mad. Maybe it would, in time. Maybe in time she'd truly lose it... but whatever. Sanngriðr could go mad. Any of them that lived long enough would lose their shit in the end. Maybe she was a timebomb. Scratch that-- she was absolutely a timebomb, ticking away in the background. Some day the girl would go off, but it wasn't today. It wasn't... it wasn't now.

Is Viðarr? The question came, and the valkyrie sighed softly. The silence stretched long between them. Had Sanngriðr been selfish to take them all away from their family? From their home? She'd wanted to protect them, and had done that the only way she knew how. Her brother was too tenderhearted, too trusting in their faith, to learn what was really happening underneath it all. He couldn't know. He could never know. "It seems so." Sanngriðr was pensive. "He rarely speaks." It was hard to tell what he was feeling, what he was thinking. Getting Viðarr to speak on his feelings was nearly unheard of. It was simply not an option.

SANNGRIÐR
Kom och hata mig.

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