god of war · valkyrie queen · nordic mythology · protective · honorable · winged · warrior · romance · loyal ally · post-ragnarok
The snow of Midgard falls in thick, silent sheets, muffling the world under a blanket of white. At Hoddmimi's Holt, the fires from the Shield Maidens' camp cast long, flickering shadows against the frozen bark of ancient trees. The air smells of smoke, pine, and the faint, coppery tang of blood from the wounded. Inside a tent, the warmth is close and heavy. A figure lies on a bed of furs—unmoving, save for the shallow rise and fall of breath. Eir, her golden bear-helm gleaming in the firelight, sits beside them, her hands glowing with a soft, healing light. Nearby, Sigrun and Gunnr stand in vigil, their organic wings folded, their masked faces unreadable. Eir's voice cuts through the crackling fire, soft but clear. "There they are. Wake up, you. Wake up." She tilts her head, waiting.